#bitch show me the 'person who has enough income to spend on books but decides to pirate as a fuck you to the author specifically'

[keyleths]

it's 2023 and the anti book piracy discourse people still don't realise that book piracy isn't a lost sale because there wouldn't have been a sale in the first place

#bitch show me the 'person who has enough income to spend on books but decides to pirate as a fuck you to the author specifically' #please show them to me #because i guarantee to you that 99.9% of the people who pirate books are people from the global south or eastern europe #who either a) don't have the money to buy the book #b) the book literally does not exist in their country #or c) don't have access to libraries/have old libraries that only hold the classics and non-fiction books #dl

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not buying something for a friend on card when they only have cash? (profanity warning up ahead lol) 🦈🦈🦈

A few months ago myself and some of my friends (fake names: Lucy F, Mark M, Kai NB, Jenny F, Charlie NB) decided to go see a movie at the local cinema (we chose it because it's the cheapest in the area). For a very long time, this place only accepted cash unless you booked tickets in advance but after COVID now operates exclusively on contactless payments — no exceptions. Whenever we got there everybody had already booked tickets so we went right into the theatre to get good seats (tickets don't have specific seats at this cinema; it's first come, first served). Once we got our seats of choice, we decided to go to the cinema shop for food in pairs so that nobody would take out spot and after Mark and Kai went, Lucy and I went.

I went first and paid for a medium popcorn and a small box of Maltesers but when it was Lucy's turn she only had cash, therefore could not pay, which made her get snappy at the worker there who obviously couldn't do anything about it. Lucy then asked me if I could pay on card and she could repay me with cash (which is a reasonable request but shit goes sideways after this) so I checked my balance to see if I could. Turns out I only had twenty cents left on my card.

Side note: we're all teenagers and Lucy, Mark, Charlie and I don't have jobs because at the time we were still considered to young to be hired in my area unless we wanted to get paid severely below the minimum wage (McDonald's, I see you). My money consists solely of birthday money that I can spend on buying gifts for myself and others, and going out with my friends. I budget myself strictly because I don't have a steady source of income and keep my unspent money in my savings dedicated towards university. My parents won't start a uni fund for me until I get my first job (which I personally think is fairly reasonable so that I can work for my education) Also I've been saving money in my budget to see this movie for a while since I was excited about it's release (FNAF lol).

Anyway, I tell Lucy I only have 20c and I'm sorry, but she snatches my phone without asking to look at my bank details to see $400 in savings (I know it's not enough for uni but please bare with me /lh). I naturally freaked out in my head and take it back from her, worried that she was going to try buy food anyway, read my bank account details or take money out of my literal uni fund. When I quickly explained it was my only fund for university and I didn't feel comfortable whittling it down (we're in public and there's a line of three people behind Lucy) she gets mad and properly yells that I'm being a "selfish bitch" and only thinking about myself, and that I should just pay for her anyway so she can give me the cash (I would have nowhere safe to keep it in my house as my sister takes any physical money and lies about it, which she has done to me before). I offer to go back to the group and take someone else down like Jenny or Kai who can make the trade or that she can share my food (she likes popcorn and Maltesers) but she again called me a "bitch" at the top of her lungs in a public space with people behind her and families with young children nearby, and stormed back to the theatre, leaving me to apologise to the workers and members of the public.

We go back to the theatre and I again offer for her to share my food and ask if any of my friends could do the trade but she once more announced I was a "selfish, stupid bitch" quote unquote and that it didn't matter anymore anyways. She proceeded to sulk the rest of the movie and later when we walked around the area just for fun.

Later when we all went home, it turned out Lucy, immediately after I got on my bus, made a group chat with everybody but me to talk shit about me. I found out about this because I was on the bus home with Mark (we're practically neighbours) and he showed me the messages right away. She had completely changed the story to make her a hapless victim that I, the unfeeling antagonist, publicly shamed even though after the movie I apologised to her again (I genuinely felt like shit after all of it) and explained the situation to my curious friends (Lucy agreed with what I said then — except I kept out the "bitch" stuff — but rewrote the whole story in their group chat).

At school she started avoiding myself, Mark, Charlie, and other friends who didn't go see the FNAF movie with us because apparently they were all on "my side" (I didn't realise that this whole thing was a big deal or that there were definitive sides people had to choose). Kai and Jenny (who were sticking with Lucy but still talking to the rest of us) came up to me separately and told me that Lucy was "hurt by my actions" and just because I didn't like her, didn't give me the right to "take that experience away". I asked why they thought I didn't like her and that's how I found out she had been talking shit about me for months behind my back (and others like Mark and people who didn't go see the movie), which did upset me because I still considered Lucy a friend despite all this.

Kai and Jenny told me to apologise. Mark and Charlie told me not to. I haven't yet and it's been over a month now. Lucy, Kai and Jenny still hang out with us but Lucy still shit-talks myself and others and will consistently bring up that I didn't pay for her despite the fact that it was ages ago now and I really didn't think it was that deep.

Do you guys think I'm the asshole for not draining my uni funds to get my friend a popcorn and Maltesers, and then not apologising when she tried to turn our friends against me over it?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[jaemified]

through the window (21 days) - lee chan

“waiting 21 days isnt so bad if itll always end like this.”

pairing ; lee chan x fem!reader

genre ; fluff but pretty cheesy fluff, strangers to lovers, neighbors to lovers, not a smau but twt profiles are showed

warnings ; swearing, floods, isolation, separation, chans flirty (thats a warning in itself), reader has zero relationship experience

wordcount ; 2.7k

synopsis ; after a long series of floods, youre finally able to meet the boy across the street who had caught your eye throughout the long few weeks.

note - chan isnt an idol but minnie/soyeon are

note 2 - idk what chan is looking at in that pic

read below the cut !

DECEMBER 8, 2023

winter, also known as flood season.

the town where you lived in was already at a low altitude, so the bridge built to cross over the river to the other side of the street always had submerged during this time of year.

the thing that sucked the most about all this, was you were pretty much rained in for however long it takes for the water to drain with absolutely no way out.

so naturally, you all had came prepared.

your roommates minnie and soyeon never minded all the rain as they hated going in to work at the crack of dawn, yet you however, loved what you did. tutoring a kids after school program wasnt half as bad as the average person might think.

but, of course seeing as they were all a bunch of middle school kids, they could be a handful. you decided to listen to your friends and use these next few weeks to relax.

or, what you thought relaxing was.

“come on y/n! dont you wanna make strawberry shortcake with us?” minnie yelled at you over soyeons loud music while you studied over the next lesson plan for your kids.

“maybe later- i really wanna get a head start on these lessons.”

“seriously y/n?” soyeon murmured in slight disgust, “i seriously doubt the first thing those kids want to be thinking about is what they’re gonna do with their math tutor after a free half month.”

you shrugged and took a sip of your coffee before typing in the highlighted notes from the handbook into your computer.

“come on. youre not spending our one free break of the year like this again!” soyeon exclaimed as she snatched the book out of your hands, then closing your laptop before putting them both away in the cabinet under the tv.

“you know i can just get that myself right?”

“no, because i won’t let you.” she replied, locking the door and putting the key in her pocket.

“come on! im passionate about what i do, i dont mind it at all!”

“me and minnie are passionate about writing songs too, but even we know when its good enough to take a break.”

“okay i know i don’t work half as hard as idols do but i still have bills to come by! besides, corporate management demands i have the next lesson plan finalized before the end of the week!”

“corporates a bitch, they gotta be more mindful of how they treat their employees. like how do you be top tutoring company in the country and you still cant manage your employees the way they deserve?” minnie shouted in frustration.

“and dont worry about bills for now, we got it.” soyeon whispered to you.

“minnie- you realize cube is the same way to you guys right? and you work way harder then i do despite not getting the income you deserve.”

“yeah but we manage. we have a contract anyway. i know we’re passionate about what we do but we most certainly are not passionate about who we work for.” soyeon replied for minnie as she couldn’t hear over the sound of the blender (why was she using a blender again?)

you sigh soaking in how much pressure your friends are under at work, realizing you don’t even have it half as bad despite having a pretty shitty boss.

“how bout you find someone worth crossing an ocean for? itll be half as fun for us as itd be for you, since it’s in our contract we aren’t allowed to date.” minnie spoke after the whirring of the kitchen appliances died down.

“how.. we are entirely stranded until however long it takes for this stupid flood to drain.”

“do some stalking on insta. let’s find you like uh.. celebrity crush or ulzzang you can fan girl over or something.”

you scoffed in annoyance and slight disgust with your friends knowing you never really cared for any of that.

you decided to sit down at the bay window by the front door, scrolling through your phone before something outside caught your eye.

there you saw a guy across the way, sitting in his bay window just like you, he who seemingly just finished receiving a lecture from his friends.

you watched as he ran a hand through his fluffy dark brown hair, before he turned your way, your eyes locking.

immediately, it was part of your instinct to nervously turn away.

before slowly looking back, that is.

there you found the beautiful brown haired boy, still looking at you, with a golden smile.

your heart melted (but you thought you were having palpitations) when you saw him look at you so fondly.

what is this feeling?

you slowly raise a hand, and wave to him shyly.

he waved back, before forming a heart with his arms he held over his head.

you laughed quiet enough so your friends couldn’t hear you, but your facial expressions were bright enough so he could be aware he was able to make you laugh.

the boy laughed in response before he seemed to mouth something, but you weren’t the best at reading lips.

you tilted your head in confusion before he jokingly rolled his eyes, and saying it again, but slower.

“cu-tie.” you realized he said, or attempted to say.

“cu-tie?” you sounded out, making sure you understood right.

he nodded before pointing at you, his finger tapping against the glass, “cutie.”

he absolutely reveled in the way you smiled so brightly, the way your cheeks flushed pink and your eyes sparkled with excitement.

you didnt even realize how you were falling for his charms.

before you were even able to say anything back, his friend came up from behind him, attempting to drag him away, yet the guy was still persistent.

you watched how his friend started to get angry, so the guy rolled his eyes and stood up, walking away with his friend down the hall.

but not before waving back at you, blowing a kiss.

you got up from your seat before wrapping your arms around minnie, resting your head on her shoulder while you spared a small glance at whatever soyeon was watching in the living room.

“hmm? what do you need now my child?” she dramatically questioned, as she knew you only got clingy when you needed something.

“whos that guy that lives across the.. on the other side of the bridge? in that dark brown house with the black roof?”

“oh? house 133 right? thats seokmin, minghao, and.. what’s the other ones name? I always forget.. chan! yeah, chan.”

soyeon jumped up in surprise, pausing her show after hearing you pique your interest at a guy for the first time.

“why? you like one of them? which one? minghao? he was pretty well liked for a foreigner. he was in the same exchange program as minnie. ” she excitedly asked.

“w-what? no! i was just asking cause i saw one of them out there earlier.” you unconvincingly lied.

“oh she totally likes minghao.” “not even!”

“sweetheart, we aren’t as dumb as you think we are.” minnie pouted at you while she pulled away to put the cake in the oven.

you huffed in disbelief before going to take a bag of chips from the pantry, walking down to your room to finish the lesson plan. (on the laptop your boss lent you since soyeon took your personal one).

meanwhile, there you left chan, day dreaming about you all day long. he was so curious about you, yet he felt so stupid for crushing on some girl he’d never spoken to before.

not like he even could at this point, you were stuck in the middle of a flood, anyway.

“whats on your mind channie? you seem out of it.” seokmin asked while he blindly stirred the tteokbokki, turning to face the younger boy behind him, sitting at the kitchen island.

“its chan. whens he not out of it?” minghao chuckled, throwing a chip at his cheek, sliding to sit over at the stool next to him as he emerged from his bedroom.

“who lives in that white house on the other side of the bridge? isnt that where soyeon lives? we went to high school together.” chan half-mindedly queried, zoning out as he stared into the marble counters.

“yeah, why?” minghao responded.

“did she move out or something? there was another girl there and it wasnt soyeon or minnie.”

“oh, you mean y/n? she graduated a year before you or something, but at another school. we used to work at the same tea house before she left for that tutoring agency.”

“y/n? sounds vaguely familiar. i think i remember seungkwan mention her being in his class.”

“why are you mentioning her all of a sudden? you never cared for girls.” seokmin teased with a wide smile.

“oh come on. you know he’s quite the flirt.” minghao playfully cooed at chan, dramatically waving his hand back at seokmin.

“you two are insufferable.” he groaned, banging his head against the counter.

you found yourself up at night, scrolling through twitter before you decided to search for the guy you ‘met’ today. minghao, was it?

‘xu minghao’ was what you had entered into the search bar, clicking on the top result.

‘myunghoez’

‘huh.’ you thought to yourself. so it couldnt be him, but seokmin didnt seem to have an account as you searched for his name.

you looked up chans name next, thinking maybe,, that there could be a chance it’s him. his profile picture was technically him, but not, him. but in your defense, how could you tell who was who if chans profile picture was a baby picture?

though you knew youd never hear the end of it from her, you decided to ask soyeon.

“do you have a picture of chan?”

“yeah hold on. its just an old screenshot from an old tweet though.” she mumbled before pulling up her phone to show you.

‘wow.’ you thought to yourself, ‘so this really was the guy i met today.’

before soyeon could ask any questions, you quickly thanked her and ran back to your room before posting a small something in reference to what minnie had said to you earlier.

days, weeks, went by of you and chan interacting through the window despite never seeing each other up close, or ever hearing the others voice.

but despite being isolated from separately, you still had fallen for one another nonetheless.

you loved the way you would feel butterflies in your stomach whenever he made a heart with his hands for you, and he absolutely adored the way you in the end would just make a big sign telling him what you wanted to say when you gave up on trying to get him to read your lips.

of course the flood had its downside, i mean being stuck with the same 2 other people for almost a month definitely takes a toll on you, isolation definitely can get depressing with no way out.

but in the end, it had its upside as well. you were able to meet a great guy despite never technically talking face to face, having only lip reading to communicate (why didn’t you think of social media?). not to mention you were able to put more time into a forgotten passion after all of your energy being used up as a tutor.

marine animals.

you and chan had technically discussed the idea of possibly having a first date when you get out of here, yet you still hadn’t decided where you’d go or what you’d do seeing as you both were pretty passionate about different things.

chan had always loved the stars, you had always loved marine life. but, you decided you would finalize a date night once you both get to meet face to face.

DECEMBER 29

after a long 21 days of disappointment, spending christmas without your family, 3 going on 4 weeks of crazed loneliness, you finally woke up one morning to find the overflowing river, drained, and to its regular level.

you were able to see the bridge once more and though the wood might be rotting, you just couldnt wait to cross it.

you immediately ran down the hall, dressing however best you could, fixing your hair to be as best as it would go, being sure to brush your teeth and pop in a mint before running straight out the door. (and ignoring all of soyeons questions as well as minnies protests)

as you stepped out the front door, you saw chan just leaving his house looking as beautiful as ever.

you ran straight for the bridge, chan catching you before you could slip on a puddle before he picked you up into a big hug.

“you’re just as gorgeous up close as you were through a window.” he whispered as he pulled you close, his hand cradling the back of your head, pulling it to rest against his chest.

“and you’re still just as much of a flirt arent you?” you chuckled before slightly cringing at your attempt to reciprocate the excitement.

you were excited, believe me, just couldn’t express it as well as he could.

“i cant believe it took 21 days to finally be with you.”

“it was worth the wait wasnt it?”

“you’ll always be worth the wait.” chan mumbled against your skin as he pressed a soft kiss into your cheek.

“cant believe you’re real..” you mumbled, leaning further into his touch.

“cant believe i got someone like you to fall for someone like me.”

“chan you’re so cheesy.”

“only for you.” he replied with that stupid grin you grew to love so much.

the two of you later took the time to talk more about life, each other, finally exchange numbers, then eventually decide what you’d do for your first date night.

“see you tomorrow at 12?”

“tomorrow at 12.”

DECEMBER 30

you practically couldn’t sleep as you bubbled in excitement. you picked out a pretty black dress that went nicely with a random pair of white sneakers before heading out on your way while your roommates were out at work.

“lookin as pretty as always.” chan smiled while he opened his car door for you.

“still as handsome as ever arent you?” you jokingly rolled your eyes as he backed out the parking lot.

you two had many common interests, yet what you were most passionate about definitely was pretty parallel to one another.

chan loved the stars, you loved the sea. so, you decided to go to an aquarium (that also included solar system exhibits), grab some food from a cafe you found out you both loved, go for a late drive to the beach, watch the sunset, then stargaze.

call it cliche but it was perfect for you both.

chan wrapped an arm around you as you both stared into the night sky, all the stars displayed beautifully.

he would point at a random star and say it reminded him of you, because it stood out from the rest, distinct, but perfect in his eyes.

he was the sweetest guy ever, perfectly fitting the standard for what’s considered boyfriend material, almost unrealistic, even.

“youre a person worth crossing an ocean for.” you told him more then truthfully, bringing a hand up to softly stroke his cheek.

“out of all the stars in the sky, youre the only one id pick.” he cringed realizing how corny it was. “too cheesy?”

“just enough.” you reassured, before sealing both yours and his lips into a warm and comforting kiss. chan had never felt safer in another’s embrace.

“waiting 21 days isnt so bad if itll always end like this.”

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[oliviermiraarmstrongs]

mid-year book freak out tag

thank you @bloody-wonder for giving me an excuse to share my book thoughts!

1. Best Book You’ve Read So Far in 2021?

It’s gotta be The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood; I hear “feminist period novel about mentally ill woman unable to cope in upper-class society” and I am THERE! It’s like [Stefon voice] This book has EVERYTHING: repressed women, a decaying old house, a complex relationship of two sisters, a pulpy sci-fi story-within-a-story-within-a-story, criticism of capitalism and reactionary attitudes and politics, commentary on how conservative society shuns those it perceives to be “other” and a threat to the social order (poor people, socialists, “unconventional” women). It is EXTREMELY my shit.

2. Best Sequel You’ve Read So Far in 2021?

The only one I've read is Siege and Storm, so Siege and Storm! Shadow and Bone was captivating, if a little simplistic, but the sequel really fleshes out the characters, setting, and themes. It’s great to see Alina take a more active role, and I love the exploration of sainthood. 

3. New Release You Haven’t Read Yet, But Want To?

I’m really curious about Michelle Zauner’s memoir Crying in H Mart. Same with Axiom’s End, which I haven’t really been seeking out, but it’s been resting on my list since I like a lot of Lindsay Ellis’ stuff.

4. Most Anticipated Release For Second Half of 2021?

5. Biggest Disappointment?

The Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood. I’ve been getting into Atwood, and I have a soft spot for female-centric retellings of myths, so this was on my list for a long time. It’s not bad; it’s decent as a character study and offers some good perspective on the hanged slave women from The Odyssey, but overall it came off as...bitter? And not in a good way. It’s reasonable to include commentary on how bad things were for women in ancient times, but after a while I’m just like “But there had to be a time when Penelope was happy, right?” But the biggest failing has to be the treatment of Helen. Why a story focused on bringing literary justice to silenced women also characterizes Helen of Troy as a manipulative, arrogant bitch who single-handedly ignited the Trojan War because she enjoys fucking people over, I’ll never know. Ironic that in the opening chapter, Penelope bemoans being used as a yardstick with which to judge other women, and then the book proceeds to do exactly that with her and Helen. Can’t let Penelope have a positive relationship with another woman! There could be some form of unreliable narrator at play, but there’s not much indication that that’s the case here. Even Homer had a more nuanced portrayal of Helen than this!

6. Biggest Surprise?

I suppose The Red Tent. I picked it up at a Goodwill because of my aforementioned interest in female-centric retellings. It’s not amazing, but I wasn’t really expecting it to emotionally affect me like it did. You spend so much time setting up Dinah’s family and this supportive community of woman within a patriarchal society, only to have Dinah abandon it all after getting betrayed by her father and (most of) her brothers. Hearing about how her family fell apart after she left and she never got to see her mothers again really gets to me. The book has flaws for sure - neither of Dinah’s romances are developed very well, and some of its themes can come off as gender essentialist - but I think it’s a nice exploration of female labor and traditions that too often get ignored.

7. Favorite New Author?

The only relatively new author I’ve been reading is Leigh Bardugo, soooooo... honestly I don’t know what I can say that hasn’t already been said, I got into the series pretty late. Great world-building, witty dialogue, a familiar type of story with enough interesting ideas to make it feel fresh. Check out Shadow and Bone if you get the chance. Sound of the summer.

8. Newest Fictional Crush?

You would think it would be Nikolai Lantsov since I just finished reading Siege and Storm and he seems to be the fan favorite... but nah, not yet. He’s fun, but he doesn’t hit me in that way (Though very sexy of him to just casually proposition Alina and Mal for a royal polycule, a la Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot; would love an AU where they accept his offer). However, I would let Zoya murder me. Every time Zoya is not in a scene I am asking “Where’s Zoya?” Also shout out to Alina, just because I would treat her better than all the men in her life! 

9. Newest Favorite Character?

Gonna try to do this without spoiling too much, but Laura Chase in The Blind Assassin really resonated with me. Her personality reminds me a lot of myself, especially as an an autistic person, like the way she has her own way of thinking that makes perfect sense to her, but makes other people see her as odd and naive. I love how she’s set up in-universe as this Sylvia Plath-esque tragic heroine, with Iris spending the rest of the book interrogating and deconstructing, and in a way, reconstructing this image of her. Atwood you’re insane for this. I forgive you for the Helen thing now.

10. Book That Made You Cry?

I never got as far as crying, but the part in The Goldfinch where [spoilers incoming] the art heist goes wrong and Theo is alone in the hotel room and he’s spiraling and considering suicide and finally dreams of his mom… all that was too much for me and I had to put the book down for the night. This guy just can’t catch a fucking break.

11. Book That Made You Happy?

fucidjdjdj I didn’t read any happy books this year. Shadow and Bone and Siege and Storm because I read them really fast unlike my usual months-long reading schedule.

12. Favorite Book Adaptation You Saw?

Predictably, Shadow and Bone. I basically bought and read the book less than a week before the show came out because I thought it looked interesting and wanted in on the hype (mostly because Jessie is cute 🥰). Honestly, the show improves a lot on the first book; the multiple storylines make it more dynamic and complex, the actors really help to make the characters feel more fleshed out, and Alina and Inej interacted for like three scenes, introducing an unexpected but thematically rich ship.

13. Favorite Review You’ve Written This Year?

14. Most Beautiful Book You’ve Bought So Far This Year?

I impulse-bought this book of Romantic poetry at Barnes and Noble just because it was pretty and I had a gift card

15. What Books Do You Need To Read By The End Of The Year?

Besides finishing The Grisha Trilogy/Six of Crows duology/Zoya’s duology that I forgot the name of….I don’t know. I’m not a reader that plans in advance. I acquire books, finish whatever I’m currently reading, look through my stacks deciding what to read next, spend an hour doing so because I can’t decide if I’m in the mood for any of them, and either force myself to read one or buy/borrow a new one.

I’m tagging @betweenironyandsilver, @illuminaticns, @borispavlikovskys, @chdarling, @sctine, @mightyaubs, @excuseforadrink, and @trckstergods, if you wanna! Or anyone who wants to yell about books.

#sophia says shit #tagged as me #sorry for taking so long I write slow and am on vacation #but thank you! I don’t get many excuses to talk about books!

[liliseestheworld]

Stay home with me-Hwang Hyunjin Part 1

bad boy!Hyunjin, corona virus au

No smut yet, though it’s pretty long.

Fresh air. Oh, how you missed it. Of course, you haven’t been totally deprived of it, but it was a big difference between opening a window and feeling a slight breeze once in a while and actually being outside, without any wall to protect you from the strong wind. Too bad it was pitch black outside. You longed to see the city from up close in its full glory, see the sun through the trees’ leaves, not reflected from the neighbour’s window; you wanted to pass by different stores and see a faded version of your reflection caused by the shop’s lights. Instead, when you passed by a closed down clothes shop, you were able to fully see yourself thanks to the dimly lit streetlight. You missed the busy but still full of life streets; now empty, dark and for you right now, dangerous.

Of course, when the quarantines and self-isolations first started, you and your family respected the strict laws and refrained from stepping outside again. Your father was in charge of the shopping so he was the only one who has been going out in the last 2 months since your city has been on lockdown. Except for your social butterfly of a brother, the rest of the family adjusted easily to this new lifestyle. Your parents spent their time making plans for the future, redecorating the apartment and face calling your relatives for a small -not really- chat. Your brother, Chan, has been sulking in his bedroom most of the time and other than that, he was playing video games with his friends. What a life…

As for you, you used this time for yourself. Read all the untouched books from your shelves, wrote some short stories, discovered new music, learnt a new language, basically did everything that could be done. And you got bored. For the last few days you’ve been moping around, not even getting out of bed, eating 6 to 7 meals in a day-excluding the snacks- and being a total bitch to your family. It’s a given that you were not an extrovert, but you still enjoyed your daily walks alone. Going to a park to stare at the lake, listening to music as you wander around, spending 50 minutes in the bus on the ride back home just thinking about life. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to get out. But where could you go? The police were all over town making sure that people weren’t breaking the rules. You had to think of a place that was close enough to make it there safely, but not so near your house to make you feel like you haven’t been out at all. Walking around was definitely not a secure option, so you had to think of a building of some sorts. You’ll still be indoors, but a change of scenery would be most welcomed.

So here you are now: sneaking out and quietly walking towards your favorite ice rink. Your skates were in your backpack in between a lot of  your shirts to prevent them from making noises while you were moving. You had an easy plan: watch out for cops, get to the rink a few blocks away, enter through the broken back door, skate for a few hours and then return before morning. Easier said then done. Every step that you took made you more nervous. You were scared of walking alone in the dark but it was more terrifying every time you passed by a streetlight; you were afraid of being seen. At some point you started running, but you don’t remember when. Just that suddenly the wind was stronger, the shops were behind you in seconds and the back entrance to the ice rink was just in front of you. You made it.

As silently as you could, you opened the door that was never closed, city lockdown or whatever, and made your way inside. As the rink was shut down, you expected that there was no one else around. You made your way to the benches and sat down, getting out your skates and taking out your sneakers. It was pretty difficult to tie your laces with the sanitary gloves still on so you took them off, doing the same with your mask. There hasn’t been anyone here in weeks, so you had deemed it safe enough to give up your safety ‘equipment’.

After you were done you waddled over to the rink. Taking a big breath, you stepped forward on the ice. Ok, it has been a while. You immediately fell. You would have never called yourself a pro at ice skating, but you were decent; your ass hasn’t touched the cold surface since you were 8. 12 years ago. You blame it all on the fact that you haven’t been here lately and quietly get up. You just have to get used to it again, even if that means that you’ll be here longer than you intended to. At least you’ll exercise and get tired; maybe now you will get to actually sleep at night, because laying around in your bed 24/7 certainly doesn’t help your new developed insomnia.

Starting with baby steps, you skated around the fence, working on your balance and slowly familiarizing yourself again with the smooth surface. After 2-3 laps you started speeding up and even go deeper into the rink, towards the center. You finally dared to look away from your feet and your look wandered around the wide room. There was nothing interesting to see per se; some blue colored seats for when professionals have shows, the changing area, the tall handsome boy staring at you, a booth for the occasional DJs, in the corner some- Wait. Who was that?

The stranger’s appearance totally ruined your concentration and you lost balance, falling for the second time since you got there.

‘That’s your second fall in 15 minutes. You chose a pretty bad time to learn how to ice skate.’

Great, now he’s even speaking.Didn’t he realize that it was his fault? If it weren’t for his creepy staring you’d still be on your feet now. He could at least apologize instead of being a smart-ass.

‘I’ve been skating since I was little, not that it’s any of business. And I’d be just fine right now if I wouldn’t have been startled by you, weirdo. What normal human watches people from the shadows anyway?’

‘ I wasn’t watching you from the shadows. You turned on all the lights when you came here, so I’m kinda easy to spot. Not my fault you had to watch your clumsy feet until now.’

He was wearing a smug look the whole time he spent talking to you and it made you want to tie him to a chair and eat his favorite dessert in front of him. You weren’t a violent person so this was your ultimate form of torture. Your brother knows best how painful it is…

What made the situation even worse was the fact that he was mostly right. If only you paid more attention to your surroundings, let’s just say that your life would be a lot easier.

‘Can I join you?’

Could he? You didn’t know. You didn’t know this guy, you found him weird, but on the other hand you wouldn’t mind the company. You missed this type of hanging out.

‘Sure. But only if you skate too. You could seriously damage your eyes if you stare that much. What’s your name? I’m y/n.’

‘Hyunjin’

He said nothing more and started walking towards the benches. You skated closer to that area and let your upper body rest on the fence as you quietly watched him change his shoes.

To say Hyunjin was surprised to see you here was an understatement. This place was supposed to be empty. He wanted to be alone here. Or in other words, he wanted to pass by undetected.

He lived alone. Had a one-room flat just two blocks away from the rink. He wasn’t known for respecting the law; he was far from it. After being cut off by his parents at 17 and literally thrown out, he had it really bad. Lived on the street for a few months, had to steal money and food to survive. Learned how to fight after being attacked by other people who were homeless. And all that just because he wanted to pursue dancing and not follow in his father’s footsteps; he was born to do art, not deals and business shit.

When he was 19, his younger brother, Jeongin found him. He said he’s been ‘’searching for him all over town ever since he left.’’ But he was just impossible to find. Until now. Jeongin never agreed with their parents’ methods or ways of living. But he had to suck it up as he had no other passion to follow, like his brother. The younger brother used his savings and bought Hyunjin a decent one-room in a quiet district of the city. The only pay-back that he wanted was to see his older brother doing well.

Shortly after that, Hyunjin got a job at a retail store and got a scholarship for a dance academy. He started living a normal life. Well, almost normal. As old habits die hard, he still found himself in trouble pretty often. Nothing that bad that could affect his spot at the academy though. He was careful.

Now, as the city was on lockdown, the shop that he was working at was closed and his only source of income was again his little bro. An Angel, really. Hyunjin owed his life to him and he made sure that Jeongin knew how grateful he was.

In the beginning, it was fun. No work, no worries. He would order take-out, eat, sleep, dance, watch dog videos on youtube and that’s that. But this lifestyle wasn’t for him. He wanted to go out, do stuff. It didn’t take him too long to decide. World epidemic or not, he was going out.

He found his skates while he was doing a mental breakdown cleaning around the house and now they were staring at him expectantly. Skating. That’s it. There was an ice rink just a few blocks away from him. If he was careful he could make it there in no time, feel the thrill of doing something he shouldn’t be doing and be back without anyone noticing it. It was already getting dark.

Reaching the rink was easy. Too easy. A small part of him wanted to be caught so he could run from the authorities again. It was always fun, doing that. But he’ll have to settle for breaking in. He found the old broken lock by the back door and easily entered the building. Except, it wasn’t the empty building he expected. The lights were on. Weird. Maybe those idiots who worked here forgot to turn them off when they shut down the place. But no, that wasn’t it. Someone else was there; he could hear them.

After he reached the main entrance, he was able to spot her. It was a girl, around his age or younger. She had ice skates on and was trying to get from the changing benches to the ice. It was a funny sight. It got even better though, when she fell as soon as her skate touched the ice. Hyunjin had to physically stop himself from laughing out loud. But not even his hand was able to stop his giggles.

The girl got up and tried again, sticking to the edge of the rink, where it was safer. To Hyunjin’s surprise, she got better in no time and was perfectly skating towards the center.

That’s when they made eye contact and two things happened at once. Hyunjin’s instincts kicked in and he got ready to dash out of there. But at the same time, the girl fell again and he couldn’t help but laugh loud this time. Nothing bad could happen if he stays, right?

‘’It sure does take you a lot of time to put some skates on, doesn’t it?’

‘Shut up, I’m almost done.’ and he was done; with the first skate.

‘Are you always this annoying or does it only happen at midnight?’

‘It’s barely 11 pm, what’s your point?’

To say you were completely annoyed was an understatement. You were fuming. Not only was this Hyunjin guy a total jerk for laughing at your falls, but he was also a complete pain in the ass in a conversation. Now you were thinking that you would’ve been better off at home watching netflix.

But you couldn’t leave now, you came here to skate and that’s what you’ll do. Annoying hot stranger or not.

‘I’m done. Now let me show you how to skate properly, darling.’

Hyunjin got up and made his way to the rink. He was such a sight to see: light blue skates, decorated with numerous cute stickers. He was walking confidently, almost as if he was a bad boy entering his first scene in a 90’s movie. You could only stare at his back but you wondered what his expression was like right now. You guessed it was one you’d be overjoyed to wipe off.

When he reached the ice, he stepped on in like he was a world champion or something. Everything about his body language indicated showed that he wasn’t hesitating at all and he was 100% sure of himself.

That made it a lot funnier when, after 10 seconds, he slipped and had to catch the fence to prevent his fall. Take that from karma, Mr. Hyunjin.

‘Ok, I swear there was something on the ice. I didn’t just slip.’

You wanted to reply with something petty but you couldn’t stop laughing. His face was priceless, though you would pay 1000 fines for leaving the quarantine to see it again. You were struggling to breathe when he joined you and started laughing too. He couldn’t help it, your laugh was adorable and contagious. And he had to admit that despite his hurt ego, the situation was pretty funny.

Your laugh turned into giggles when your tummy started literally hurting. Instead, you watched Hyunjin laugh. Where did that bad boy go? Because laughing in front of you now was a 5 year old. His eyes were closed, and mouth wide open, his face radiating pure joy. He was clutching his abdomen while leaning a bit forward and taking short breaths in between giggles. And the sound, you swore his voice got higher. Were you allowed to hear this? You were listening to an Angel laugh.

When he calmed down, he squinted his Toothless-like eyes at you.

‘What are you laughing at? I didn’t even fall.’

‘You were still pretty funny though.’

You skated towards him and right in his face. You stared at him for a few seconds, admiring him. He was good-looking. He had dark brown eyes, sharp but still gentle. His face had great proportions. He could definitely be a model or the main lead in a drama. His raven locks were held back by his snapback, letting his eyebrows show off. Even these were perfectly even and cleanly trimmed. It would be a crime to cover that face up with a mask. Which brings you to the next question:

‘Where’s your mask? If you were going to sneak out during a world pandemic, shouldn’t you at least try to protect yourself? Or is that completely against your bad boy principles?’

‘I don’t have any bad boy principles, that’s not how it works. And besides, I’ve just ran out of masks and gloves and stuff like that. I didn’t panic bought an entire supply.’

You wanted to laugh at his misery, but he was right. People were panic buying everything that they could get their hands on and they didn’t think about the others. Human race could totally go extinct during a time like this and it wouldn’t even be the apocalypse’s fault. People would end themselves just by being selfish and cruel.

‘And besides,’ he continued ‘ I didn’t expect any company. Not that I mind it’, he added, sending you a flirtatious wink. Yikes.

You said nothing more, just made a disgusted face and skated forward. Hyunjin giggled and followed your lead.

You two skated in silence, only breaking it to bicker once in a while when one of you made fun of the other for slipping. It was… strangely comforting, having Hyunjin here with you. He was a pain in the ass, but even as he made fun of you, he helped you get back up after you’ve fallen for the third time; and he also checked up on you to see if you were okay. After he was done laughing, that is. You were almost glad that he turned out to have the same idea as you had.

You were in the middle of a single legged jump- which you were doing because you wanted to and by no means just to prove a point to Hyunjin- when you heard it. You, of course, fell again. But that didn’t matter right now and none of you laughed. Instead, you shared worried looks. Police sirens. And they sounded pretty close. Hyunjin was the one who spoke first.

‘They couldn’t be after us, right? I mean, no one knows that we’re here. We have nothing to worry about.’

‘Yeah, you’re right. They probably found someone breaking into a shop or something.’

But even as these words were leaving your lips, your minds knew that there was a slight possibility that you could be in trouble. Big trouble. You quickly got up and on your feet again and skated towards the exit. Hyunjin once again followed you and now you were both changing into your normal shoes again. This time, Hyunjin was fast as heck. He was already done and picking up both your backpacks while you were trying to put on your second converse. Fucking double knotted laces. You had to untie them, then put your foot in and still lace them. You barely had time to put the converse on when you heard the front door of the ink opening and numerous footsteps. You realized you could no longer hear the sirens.

‘Leave it like that, we have to go now.’

Hyunjin helped you up and urged you to run with him. If you could make it back to the back door you’d be safe. You just had to run fast enough and as soundlessly as you could manage.

‘Hello? Is anyone here? Officer Kim Namjoon from local police. Please come out now.’

You froze in your steps making Hyunjin stop too. You were scared. You were never a ‘good girl’, you’ve had your fair of mischief in your life, but this was something else. You couldn’t keep your hands from shaking and your breathing was erratic. Suddenly, Hyunjin was just in front of you.

‘We need to keep moving, we have to hide. Come on.’

‘Hide? No, what do you mean hide? Are you crazy? We have to get out, have to get to the back entrance.’

‘y/n, listen to me. I’ve been in this situation before. There is someone waiting at the back for sure. We’ll run straight into them if we do that.’ although he was not practically whispering, he still kept his voice on a low and soothing tone; he wanted you to calm down and follow his lead. ‘We are going to run towards one of the other rinks and hide under them. The rinks here have a tiny space underneath, for storing the ice equipment. If we can get there and hide until they leave, we’ll be safe. Just trust me on this one, okay? I won’t let anything happen to you.’

Your mind cleared up a little while hearing Hyunjin talk. You didn’t have the time to talk back or come up with something better so you just agreed with him.

Hyunin took your hand in his, tightened his grip on your bags and started running again. You took a few corners and reached a dark part of the rink, which wasn’t illuminated by the main lights. As you kept running in the dark you held his hand tighter. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure the adrenaline would kill you. All you could do now was run blindly behind Hyunjin. Still somehow, you trusted him. You felt safe right now, despite your body telling you you shouldn’t. Your mind was calm.

Hyunjin pulled you into an even darker room, using his phone’s flashlight to see the way. Once you two reached the rink, he guided you towards the space underneath it. You weren’t sure two people could fit here. It was so narrow. Hyunjin motioned for you to go under first and you did.

‘y/n, sweetie, listen to me now. I’ll have to be on you to hide, since there’s no space left. If something happens, I’ll go out and give myself up. But if I do that, I want you to stay here and not make a sound until the coast is clear and you can go home.’

You couldn’t see his face, but you felt that he was dead serious.

‘You can’t do that, I can just-’

‘I can and I will. Jeez, you have a big mouth. There’s no point in both of us going down. Listen, we don’t have time for this. I’ll just hide too now and I’ll use the backpacks to cover up.’

You were forever grateful to whatever force made both of you choose black bags tonight. Or was it that he only owned this color? He didn’t really seem like a Frozen-bag type of guy. But then again, you knew nothing about him.

While you were busy overthinking backpack colors, Hyunjin made his way over. He was standing in a push-up position, basically making a plank above you.

You remembered when Jisung, Chan’s nerdy best friend came over to work out at home with your brother. You had nothing better to do, so you sat on the couch to watch them with a pringles can in your hands.

Jisung was 3 years younger than Chan. They met through video gaming and had been best friends for over 5 years. He was a little bit taller than Chan, but slimmer. You felt like you fell into an alternate universe when you saw Jisung taking off his glasses and using your hair tie to make a man bun out of his fluffy orange hair. Was he always this hot? When he took his hoodie off, you almost chocked on the chips. Boy had guns. Jisungie, who would usually rock large hoodies and big t-shirts was now standing in your living room in a sleeveless shirt. Looking fine as hell. You were still imagining things he’d do to you with those arms while the boys were warming up.

If Chan knew what was going on in your head now, he’d kill you. And Jisung too. Protective instincts of an older brother or something like that. But the show was only beginning. The boys did a few lifts with Chan’s weights, playfully spared with each other and were now doing planks. Just watching Jisung stand in that position had your mind filling with dangerous thoughts. You imagine how his neck veins would look like from up close. Moreover, from under him. You imagined yourself slowly tracing them with your finger before lifting your head and kissing the invisible path you just drew. You’d stop just beneath his Adam’s apple and suck hard, marking him up. You wondered if he was a moaner or if he’d just gasp, tightening his grip on your hips. And then he’d lean forward and-

‘I’m not even touching you and you’re blushing like hell. What? First time being this close to a hot guy?’

Oh, right. Hyunjin was still above you, and the light from his phone was still on. He quickly turned it off though, when footsteps started getting too close.

‘Believe me, I’ve definitely been closer to a guy than this. I-’

‘I didn’t say to any guy. I said closer to a hot guy. Like me.’

‘Idiot, I was going to say that I can’t really breathe, I feel suffocated.’

That wasn’t the reason, but Hyunjin didn’t have to know that. What were you supposed to say? That you tried to get your mind off of him by thinking about another hot guy? Yeah, right. That’ll just feed his ego. And it was well fed already. But you didn’t exactly lie. You had some trouble with getting enough oxygen in your lungs. You took deep breaths, but you still felt like there was no air that you could breathe in.

‘It’s okay. It’s normal to feel like this.’ you felt him shift his weight, lifting himself higher to give you space; his arms were starting to shake. ‘But just know this: I’m here with you. And we’ll both be out in no time. Can you do something for me?’

You nodded slowly, already feeling better.

‘Close your eyes-’

‘Hyunjin, I can’t see anyway.’

‘Just close them. It’ll help, I promise. Now, imagine you’re outside. You’re somewhere far, in the countryside. There’s green everywhere and no other human. You only see trees, flowers and bees flying around. You breathe. The breeze is a little cold, but you embrace it. You are calm and everything is at peace. Now, breathe again.’

It was working. You were not completely relaxed yet, but it was easier to breathe now. When you opened your eyes, everything was pitch black; the oposite of your surroundings in the world that Hyunjin created in your mind.

The officers’ steps were getting louder and lounder; they were here. First you saw the light from their flashlights and then their boots stopping just outside the room. This was it. You were either gonna get away for good or you were going to get caught.

In the tiniest voice, so low that Hyunjin would’ve missed it if he wasn’t so close to you, you asked him to hold your hand.

‘Are you crazy? How am I going to hold myself up with just one hand?’

‘Just lean on me, you can’t be that heavy. Please, just hold my fucking hand or I’ll start panic crying right now and we’ll get caught.’

‘Fine. But don’t complain to me if you get crushed. And please just shut up, I think they’re gonna enter here soon.’

Hyunjin slowly put his elbow down on the floor right next to your head. His other hand slowly reached yours and pulled them both up to rest between your chests. His hand was slightly sweaty, just like yours. His face was so much closer now; you could feel his warm breath against you, and if you squinted a little bit, you could see his eyes. They were staring right into yours and you felt intimidated. If you could see his eyes, he could also see yours, couldn’t he?

Hyunjin had a boner. He didn’t mean to pop one right now and he wanted to die. But the rush of running away and your warm body just under him; your eyes, so scared but so full of trust. You trusted him. You were hiding quietly underneath him, so pliant and vulnerable. He tried his best to hide it and was praying every two seconds that you wouldn’t feel it. Thank god he was not wearing sweatpants today.

‘ Let’s check in here too. I’ll take the right, you search the left, Seok.’

Their voices were more than murmurs now. As they walked around the ice rink, you held your breath and tightened your hold around Hyunjin’s hand.He gently squeezed it back, his eyes softening as he looked at you.

One of the police guys got close to you. He stopped right next to your hideout. When you felt him crouching down you let out a small gasp, Hyunjin’s hand immediately letting go of yours and covering your mouth. His eyes were still fixated on you, with a stricter but still gentle look; he was silently telling you to keep your eyes on his. Don’t look away.

The one sitting on one knee right by your heads called his partner over. Once he arrived, he spoke.

‘Is that a backpack? What’s it doing here? Should I check it out?’

The other one seemed to be thinking hard as nothing else could be heard for a few seconds. You were fully panicking now, that was it. They were going to pick up the bags and find you. Then, they’ll be throwing you in jail and your mom would flip out and never allow you outside ever again.

‘Don’t touch it. We don’t know who left it here; I’m the only one with gloves and they ripped when I tried to open the front door. I’m not gonna risk it just for a bag, Hoseok.’

‘Got it, Joon. Found anything here?’

‘No. I think they already ran away, whoever they were. They did nothing too bad, if you look at the main rink, looks like they were only here to skate. No harm done. We’ll tell the rink’s security guard that we couldn’t find them. Let’s just leave.’

‘Whatever you say. I just wish I could gather all those who run out of isolation and give them a piece of my mind.’

‘You know you’re too much of a sweetheart to say something mean.’

‘Yeah, yeah, I could always throw rocks at them though.’

The deep-voiced one, Namjoon chuckled. There was a sound like he was patting Hoseok on the back and then they left.

Hyunjin was mesmerized. You were still staring helplessly at him, still muted by his large hand. You looked so good, he only wanted to ruin you. That cute sound you made right before he silenced you, he wanted to hear it again. Louder and caused by him this time.

He hesitantly removed his hand, now bringing it down to rest on both of his elbows above you without breaking eye contact. Were you too thinking about the same thing? He wanted to kiss you so bad. He slowly leaned in, giving you time to stop him.

That’s exactly what you did though, pushing on his chest to keep him away from you.

‘Eww, don’t kiss me, that’s so unhygienic. What if you’re sick but don’t know it yet?’

‘Don’t you think it’s a little bit late to think about that now? I just had my hand on your mouth. You prefer it like that? Cause I don’t mind, you do seem like the noisy type’

‘Just get off of me, you self-centered weirdo.’

‘If you didn’t want to kiss me you should’ve just said so.’

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that Hyunjin was…embarrassed? No, there’s no way. But on a closer look, his cheeks were pretty pink and his lip was being chewd off by his teeth; plus, he was avoiding your eyes like the plague. Ironic.

‘I never said I don’t want to. It was just not the moment. We should really go home now, that was a close call.’

‘Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry for trying to kiss you without asking. Don’t know what came over me. I just- I really wanted to kiss you. But I’ll ask for consent next time.’

Next time. Will there be a next time? You wanted to see him again, that’s for sure. You suddenly began thinking… did you really want to go home? You were pretty sure you could use a bigger change of scenery. Hyunjin turned on his phone light again and pointed it at you. You grinned while handing him his backpack.

‘Say, do you have any roommates?’

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BakuDeku: Oblivious Izuku

1 Series. 57 Works.

What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me? by reading_raindrop (T |  8,303 | 4/4 )

“A-ah B-Bakugou! You dropped some pencils!”

Katsuki stiffened. Kirishima and Kaminari froze. Basically, everyone within earshot stopped what they were doing to look at Izuku like he sprouted a second head. What did he just call him? “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Katsuki whipped his head towards Izuku with his signature death glare as he stood up from where he picked up the fallen supplies.

“U-um I said you dropped some pencils! I think this eraser might be yours to-”

“No. What the fuck did you just call me?”

Izuku starts calling him Bakugou and it pisses the explosive teen off a lot more than he thought it would

It's Okay, Quirkless by VMarus ( M |  34,187+ | 15/? )

Izuku just wants to make his mother proud and to be happy with himself.

AU. Quirkless Vigilante Izuku!

[Major Character Death | Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

A Challenger Appears by MariaMediaOverThere ( T | 9,467 | 3/3 )

"Oh, so is Midoriya really seeking a relationship like that then?" And for the first time, there's a crack in Kota's impassive stance. Vulnerability. But also a glimmer of something excited- hopeful.

"I don't give a shit, but if Deku were, hypothetically, looking for a relationship," and Bakugou would be the first to know if he was, as well as the first to line up, and also suspiciously the only one alive in line. "He definitely wouldn't be trying anything with some shitty high schooler." Bakugou sneers, not even attempting to mask the distaste in his tone.

"So stick your obvious fanboy crush up someone else's ass, okay?"

The kid seems to consider this at first before looking Bakugou dead in the eyes, "Well in ten years when your pro hero injuries are forcing you into retirement, this shitty high schooler will have graduated med school and then it will be you versus a hot young doctor with a stable income."

With an air of finality, Kota shoulder-checks Bakugou while carefully holding the coveted Deku figurine in his possession.

"...Bitch."

Heart Out by minzie ( E | 65,588+ | 12/? )

Bakugou Katsuki was not the type of person you’d call in an emergency. Sure, he’d help you out if he was standing right next to you and you were about to get stabbed because of his damn hero complex, and because he’s maybe, kind of, somewhere a decent person, but that’s about it.

It was just his luck that someone needed saving tonight, in more than one way.

Lights. Camera. Hero! by brichibi ( E | 23,248+ | 6/? )

If there’s one thing Izuku Midoriya’s good at, it’s dreaming big, and dreaming hard. That’s why he’s in Hollywood, of all places, his hometown an entire ocean away along with his graduating high school class and single mother. But he’s gonna be an actor, an international sensation, a superstar like no other.

He just.

Has to convince the rest of the world.

Which is, admittedly, a difficult task.

[AU where "My Hero Academia" is an upcoming television series, everyone's an actor/actress, and romance happens behind the scenes]

Not All Heroes Wear Capes by vulcanhighblood ( T | 11,002 | 3/3 )

When Kacchan offered to scare off pushy groupies and nosy reporters for Izuku, he hadn't realized that Kacchan was planning to lie about the two of them being in a relationship in order to do so.

Room 207 by bakudeku ( Not Rated | 8,796+ | 4/? )

No one, not even Bakugou Katsuki, could deny that Izuku was adorable as fuck.

ᶜᵃⁿ ᶦ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵘʰʰʰʰʰʰ

ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᵏᵃᶜᶜʰᵃⁿ

[Suicide Attempt]

Oh, These Aching Bones by IAmStoryteller ( T | 17,470 | 10/10 )

The cold weather rolls in and Izuku suffers unexpectedly, which leads to a series of events to make Class 1-A and a certain loudmouth childhood friend turned rival realize that despite Izuku's greatness as a hero, they have to look after him.

The Childhood Friends-To-Sweethearts Contest by Merrywetherweather ( G | 3,064 | 1/1 )

Present Mic just wanted to throw together a little event for couples and soon-to-be couples and these two 3rd year idiots come in and utterly destroy the competition while remaining 100% oblivious to everything that's going on around them.

This is more of a comedy piece than anything. I wanted to play around with the idea that Katsuki and Izuku probably still know a lot about each other and are ultimately still on the same wavelength. Like, you expect them not to know as much about one another, since they appear to not get along, but they know each other like the back of their hands.

[On Hiatus] Stay away from him, he's mine! by AShippingAddict  ( E | 12,143+ | 4/10 )

Bakugou Katsuki knew Valentine's Day was just a day where everyone went crazy trying to make love happen. He didn't care for it. He especially didn't care that everyone seemed to want Deku. He didn't care. It didn't matter that people were starting to invade Deku's space. Or that people kept touching him. He did NOT care, not one bit.

Or people flirt with Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou nearly kills someone because he's jealous.

Bakugou's Childhood Sweetheart Survival Guide by Butterfree ( G | 28,333 | 4/4 )

Childhood Sweethearts is a Japanese game show series inspired by the popular book The Childhood Friends-To-Sweethearts Contest by Merrywetherweather originating as far back as 2018. Childhood friends who are now lovers from all over the world compete in what is known as the ultimate challenge to prove your love to that girl next door, or to gain confidence to propose to the boy you've been protecting since you were both toddlers. Gaining a huge following and recently signing a contract to have their show aired internationally, the organizers opted to set up camp for the fifth season off the beach that Class 3-A happened to be spending a vacation on.

“Kacchan.”

“No.”

Deku gave him a look. “But I didn’t say anything yet.”

“You were thinking it. That’s enough incentive.”

Otherwise known as that other fanfic where Izuku and Katsuki sign up for a childhood sweethearts competition while remaining 99% oblivious to their growing feelings for each other.

[Homophobia]

Dirty Little Thoughts by MariaMediaOverThere ( E |  5,680+ | 2/3 )

“Think you can take me on one-on-one, shitty nerd? Better prepare yourself, because I’ll fucking knock you up!”

“You’ll what?”

“OUT! I MEANT OUT! I'll knock you OUT!"

Or Bakugou grapples with being a Deku-vert. That's right; a Deku-pervert. That's just what he is now.

Defenestration by amarielah ( E | 1,834 | 1/1 )

A drunken Bakugou pays Izuku a visit via window. Things get messy.

Series Part 3 of Bakugou Katsuki: Human Disaster

[Dubcon]

there are a million things to run from, but i'm not one of them  ( T | 3,961 | 1/1 )

Soulmate! AU Bakugou Katsuki is a firm ideologist in the belief that winners conquer everything and losers gain nothing. He's lived his life with an explosive demeanor and icy heart, and even as a model, he refuses to lighten up for the sake of public image. There is little that can change him, and nothing that can shake him- until he meets an insecure photographer whose fingers shake behind flash, but whose eyes shine stronger than anyone he's ever met before. Oh, and who makes a soulmark spring up on Bakugou's wrist the second their eyes meet. [In which Bakugou has no idea what secrets Midoriya Izuku is hiding, but he's determined to find out and in doing so discovers that sparks don't just come from cameras.] 

[Past Abuse]

Drunk Confession by bombingking ( M | 4,613 | 1/1 )

In which Izuku is invited to his first college party and is oblivious to the fact that the person who invited him also happens to have a secret crush on him. 

[Series]  Arranged by amiluna ( Not Rated | 2 Works | Complete )

Izuku knows as a quirkless he will be married off soon...he had hoped it would be to someone he wanted, but then life always messes with him like that. Add in the childhood friend he forgot and you have one hell of a mess for the boy who just wants to decide for himself for once. 

After Arranged, Izuku moves in with Katsuki. From here on out, he encounters hardships revolving his former friend and the joys of making a new friend. The only question now being will it all blow up in his face and threaten everything he has? 

Forgetful by Pop_Rocks (v_love) ( E | 3,436 | 1/1 )

Normally Bakugou managed to contain his temper -- even if it was just a little -- when it came to Midoriya. Even still, his outbursts just seemed to make Midoriya laugh now, mostly because it was never over anything big and Midoriya was no longer afraid of Bakugou doing anything but make little threats that he very rarely went through.

Normally.

Today was different though.

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In which Midoriya forgets his and Bakugou's anniversary.

Series Part 1 of Kacchan and Deku's Shenanigans

[On Hiatus] “can’t sleep love” by avalescence_hurlocked ( G | 20,782+ | 7/? )

tell me, am I going crazy? tell me, have I lost my mind?

alternatively; Bakugou's got a crush, and he's got it really bad, but he doesn't want it at all. at least, that's what he tells himself.

Only for a bet (I fucking swear!) by Dana91  ( M | 3,096 | 1/1 )

Inspired by Tinogeb's fanart

Bakugo Katsuki teased. Bakugo failed. How did he end up fucking the damn nerd?!

That’s Not It! by Pop_Rocks (v_love) ( T | 5,800 | 1/1 )

Midoriya felt distracted lately, he couldn’t exactly pinpoint its cause (although he had an idea) which was even worse. However, he found himself spending less time focusing in class and during quirk training. He found himself drifting in and out of the conversations around him, and he found that he was a little flustered.

————

In which Midoriya realizes he has feelings for Bakugou after Bakugou’s gotten a little soft.

Series Part 7 of Kacchan and Deku’s Hooplas

Bakugou Deals With Jealousy in a Creative Manner by Renex ( E | 1,672 | 1/1 )

“That fucking half and half bastard I swear to god next time he pulls some shit like that again I’ll blow his head right off his shoulders.” Bakugou practically snarled, slamming the door to his dorm room shut before tossing his bag to the ground and collapsing down onto the bed.

“Kacchan, relax. He was just helping me that’s all.”

“Helping you?” The short-tempered blonde practically snorted, sitting up on his elbows so that he could get a better look at the freckled boy standing in front of him. “The man was practically tongue fucking you.”

Distance by IAmStoryteller ( T | 32,273 | 11/11 )

Distance makes the heart grow fonder. (Izuku and Bakugou deal with living life thousands of miles away from each other in their own way)

The Way You Used To Do by edema_ruh ( T | 23,710+ | 3/? )

"We're really sorry", his father says, in that teary-eyed, wobbly way Katsuki most certainly didn't inherit from him, thank fuck. "But your friend, Izuku, he's...", he hesitates for a moment, as if trying to find the right words for that situation. "He's gone, son", he concludes, giving Katsuki's hand a squeeze. Behind him, his mother stands, face almost as impassive as ever.

Katsuki can do nothing but blink up at them for moments that feel like an eternity, eyes darting between both his parents in obvious confusion, disbelief, and, more than anything, indignation.

"What the fuck are you two talking about?", he asks, not as aggressively as he would have liked to. "The damn nerd is standing right beside you!"

During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Being assumed dead from his lack of brain function, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in his soul-like state is no one other than Kacchan.

Tempura Spitfire by Chyme ( T | 17,977+ | 4/6 )

‘Fuck. Flowers it is. Massive, sunshine, everything-is-fucking-great yellow ones, that will make him sneeze his head off.’

Months ago, Bakugou Katsuki had had a conversation with his father that had inspired him to act on his feelings for Izuku. This is the story of how said attempt turned out.

And don't give me that look, dear reader. Things are gonna turn out fine.

Series Part 3 of Dinner and A Show (Of Explosions, Presumably)

Bad at Love by officiallytrash ( T | 102,022+ | 11/? )

Class 1-A is put to the test in one of U.A.'s classes and tests where they face a faux-villain they can't seem to win against. During the two-day fighting, Bakugou noticeably becomes more and more shaken by the faux-villain.

Midoriya wants to help him and to become his good friend once again. Bakugou knows there is more than friendship in his own head but wants to keep Midoriya close, if only to keep him safe. But with jealousy, friendships, and their dreams on the line, they have to get even closer to help the other.

[On Hiatus] Efflorescence by SleepieAsh ( T | 10,349+ | 4/? )

As beautiful as they were, he grew tired of the sight (and taste) of green chrysanthemums after the first petal fell from his mouth.

(Somewhere between the bug-catching and hand-holding, Bakugou fell for his childhood friend. In turn, he traded the relief of surgery for feelings of fondness and the misery that came with it.)

spring snow by altruisticizuku ( G | 1,008 | 1/1 )

izuku is a bit of a lightweight and katsuki might be kinda jealous.

~~

bakudeku week 2018; day 2: romantic nights / dancing / your eyes

Series Part 2 of Bakudeku Week 2018

Broken Horns & Fragile Wings by zuccin ( G | 1,682 | 1/1 )

When Izuku was a child, he met an angel. An adorable angel that lived next door, Bakugou Katsuki. Years passed and Midoriya (or Deku) is sure his angel got even cuter by the time; he's glad they are together.

// In an universe where Angels and Demons live peacefully together, a green haired demon falls in love with an angel.

Series Part 1 of Angels & Demons

[Abandoned] Your Only One by iKrazybear (Hyuuwi) ( Not Rated | 14,258 | 8/? )

Bakugou gets pretty jealous of how much admiration Midoriya has for Todoroki.

He wants the cinnamon roll for himself.. so much that he can't control his emotions for him.

early bird gets the worm by yjslaugh  ( M | 1,091 | 1/1 )

This is bullshit, he thinks. Katsuki was there when Deku shit his pants in elementary school. Since then he's made it his personal life mission to get everybody to stay the hell away from him. Partly because he hates his guts and partly because he's hopelessly in love with the damn prick. Ninety-nine and one percent respectfully.

Katsuki knows it's probably not exactly healthy to be so possessive over somebody whos not his, especially somebody he's meant to hate, but when has he ever been healthy? He's filled to the brim with trauma, anger issues and more emotional baggage than a white family going to Hawaii.

Endeavors of the Mind by KittKatt420 ( M | 44,464+ | 5/8 )

Bakugo and Midoriya both struggle with different aspects of their newfound relationship. Katsuki wants to be more open with his affections for Deku, but is hindered by his intimacy issues. Izuku covets Kacchan's affection, but is too afraid of being overbearing. BakuDeku-centric with mentions of KiriShido and TodoMomo. Yaoi. M/M Lemon flavored chapters.

[Panic Attacks]

Cookies by Dana91 ( M | 2,641 | 1/1 )

If Bakugo Katsuki receives a gift, he makes sure to say Thank you (mostly if it's a gift from Deku).

Inspired by: Cruxnix's art (thanks! (シ_ _)シ)

[Underage]

Don't Burn the Mackerels by Starpotion  ( T | 1,376 | 1/1 )

Kacchan was willingly going to make breakfast.

The world was going to end early indeed.

Five times Bakugou Katsuki tried to get into Deku's pants, and the one time he succeeded by Moratorium19 ( T | 2,733+ | 3/6 )

« Is the smile included in the service? »

The waiter with the nameplate “Bakugou Katsuki” directed him the sourest glare he could muster.

“No,” he gritted out.

“Oh, good. You wouldn’t want to cheat your customers. I’ll take a light coke, a Big Mac without salad and onion rings instead of fries.” Izuku smiled, handing the menu back to the fuming ashen blonde.

“Sir” he bit out with barely restrained fury. “May I remind you that this is not Mc Donalds, but a Michelin star restaurant? Did you even have a look at the menu?”

“…No?”

“You fuckwad,” Bakugou hissed and cussed twice more internally. There went his paycheck.

(What you need to) Overcome by neerapen ( T | 2,751 | 1/1 )

Waking up in an hospital bed is normal routine for Izuku. Waking up with Kacchan's quirk still humming in his veins, however, makes him think. And everybody knows he shouldn't do that.

Or: Izuku doesn't know. Katsuki doesn't say it.

Series Part 2 of Nantonaku

[PTSD]

Not-Dates and Makeup by zuccin ( G | 2,137 | 1/1 )

Midoriya and Bakugou were hanging a lot lately. Not as a couple, obviously (at least Midoriya thought so). But the catch is: why is Katsuki so pretty with makeup?

Series Part 2 of Bakugou & Makeup

Falling by Dokuine ( G | 2,016 | 1/1 )

Midoriya Izuku did not have much experience or luck when it came to love, but he never expected it to literally knock him onto his rear one day. Not that he recognized it for what it was, not in that first meeting.

tribulation by insanityxspeaks ( T | 5,852+ | 2/? )

At least fifteen minutes of pep talk and reckless alcohol consumption later, Izuku and Ochaco stood pink-eared in front of Katsuki’s door. The duo didn’t dare look at each other. They didn’t dare breathe. They didn’t dare move, aside from Ochaco’s nerve-induced reaction of floating several inches from the ground. The only sounds that broke through the silence were the creaking of their open jaws and the creaking of the bed inside the room. Explicit utterances. Breathy moans.

A minute later, Ochaco: “. . . Those are one hundred percent the sounds of two men fucking.”

[A five-year reunion and drunken shenanigans brings Izuku to a door he swore he'd closed. A love story.]

Warm by Fitzfire ( G | 3,564 | 1/1 )

After graduation, Bakugou and Midoryia move in together. Still oblivious to the nature of their bond, and the feelings they harbor for each other, they fall into a routine.

Could a broken air conditioner throw a wrench in that?

Series Part 1 of Have Your Cake And Eat It

The Walk Home by artemancy ( G | 1,105 | 1/1 )

It's dangerous to walk around with your head in the clouds.

Workplace Relationship by bkdkwritingsdump ( T | 5,916 | 3/3 )

Izuku, the son of an extremely wealthy family, works at a high-end department store shortly after graduating college to get some real world experience and figure out what he wants to do with his life. His total jerk of a boss, Katsuki, also happens to be his old childhood friend who he hasn’t seen since middle school. And, on top of it all, his parents are breathing down his neck to find someone he can marry before he’s thirty. Katsuki overhears this… and asks him out.

Private Practice by thiefqueen ( M | 2,670 | 1/1 )

Midoriya accidentally sort of sets up a private fight with Bakugou during class after realizing he has a "problem" with the other teen. Their teachers are happy to set the fight up (and they not-so-secretly ship it).

Put It On Me by mangosmoothiecoran ( T | 31,018+ | 9/? )

Izuku has always had a passion for dancing. Looking up to the Pro-Dancers of the country, he always wished to be great. However, after moving away from his hometown and all he has known, he lost something inside of him. Fast forward eight years and Izuku finds himself in his second year at the prestigious dance academy of U.A.. Under the wing of Pro-Dancer All Might, his second year brings him face-to-face with a dance competition that will challenge his skills as a dancer and the normality he is used to. Unable to feel confident in what he is doing though, Izuku is reunited with a childhood friend who sparks a fire in him that died when he left his hometown.

(This summary will most likely change)

It's Not A Date! by otaku916 ( M | 3,672+ | 1/? )

“If he doesn’t attack you the moment you walk through the door his dick is broken.” Ochako interrupted, making Izuku and Iida both choke on their spit.

Or

What happens when you have the emotionally constipated, gruff, socially inept guy ask out the oblivious nervous wreck? An awkward disaster of a date that's what. Go through the pain of first dates, hormones, and running away from your feelings that comes with going through puberty - all while training to be a hero!

Island by ScreamingYearly ( T | 4,825 | 1/1 )

There wasn’t any room in Katsuki’s heart for crushes or love. He didn’t want to indulge any of those things until he had the proper time, but becoming the top hero wouldn’t allow him that time, and that was something he was fine with.

So, of course, during the beginning of third year, Katsuki promptly fell head over fucking heels for Midoriya Izuku.

[Underage]

Fae Boy and Explosion Girl by Swifty_Heart ( T | 11,196+ | 2/? )

I wanted to write a story about Izuku being a cute little fairy, this is fluff and Katsuki is an adorable girl. Izuku doesn't need One For All he's a badass fairy. Mythical creatures live among humans but humans don't know this

Fate Awaits by empressrice ( T | 4,329+ | 2/? )

Soulmates are supposed to be perfect for each other. They are supposed to meet and fall in love and be together for the rest of their life.

When Izuku and Katsuki find out that they are soulmates it feels like that for the moment, but reality comes crashing down on both of them, a rift forming between the two, one that neither of them can ever see being fixed.

But when the universe declares something, it will come to fruition, whether they want it to or not.

Home Is Where Your Deepest Scar Is by Glamgas ( E |  7,121+ | 1/2 )

When Bakugou had heard that true bravery was loving the person you hated the most he could have laughed in the person's face. Doubled over in pure disbelief. How were you supposed to love someone you hated? How could you care for the person who had caused you so much pain?

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Snapshots of Bakugou's journey in finding home in the person he hates the most.

Gift in Winter by DragonKRZ  ( T | 5,854 + | 2/? )

No fucking way, it wasn’t possible. It was Deku they were talking about. The only thing Bakugou knows is that he's fucked. Kirishima should stop grinning at him and giving him thumbs up before he gets his face pummeled. Midoriya is an oblivious fluff ball while Todoroki joins the Deku squad. Tentatively set in the summer after their first year.

But I'm Batman (Deku) by theskywalkerkid ( M | 1,781+ | 1/? )

When Izuku was eight years old his parents died in a car accident and it left a hole in his heart. They left him with happy memories, company to run by himself, and his best friend/ butler Shinsou. To fill the hole in his heart Izuku started to do vigilante work under the name Deku, although quirkless he still manages to get his job done. However, when a threat against his life is made known his childhood friend and business partner Shouto, gets pro heroes to protect him. Enter Bakugou Katsuki the number one pro hero who is working with the police to hunt down the vigilantes for doing illegal hero work and also protecting Izuku not realizing that he is one of the vigilantes that he's hunting down.

Basically, a story where Izuku is Batman, but goes by Deku and works with other vigilantes to save people who he feels that the pro heroes neglect.

The Dragon Mark by multi_bnha ( M | 2,737+ | 2/? )

“Momma?” “Yes dear?” Inko asked. “Why do I have this mark?” Confused, Inko looked at her son. What is this little boy talking about? She checked all over his body and didn’t see any kind of mark on him. “What mark are you talking about sweetie? I don’t see anything on you.” “This one right here,” he says while lightly tracing above his elbow. Looking over his body again, she didn’t see anything different on him. “Are you sure there’s a mark on you Izuku?” Inko questioned one more time. “Yes momma, don’t you believe me?” Izuku said as tears started to form around his eyes. ‘Oh no, I didn’t mean to make him upset,’ Inko thought to herself. Pulling him in a hug she said,"Of course I believe you, don’t ever think that.” Sniffling he looked up at her, “Then how come you can’t see it? Is something wrong with me?” Feeling more guilty over what she said before she tried to reassure him that he’s normal and nothing seems to be wrong with him, even if she can’t visibly see it. As she’s comforting him, his tears slowly started to fall, but he made no sound and stayed in his mother’s embrace until he fell asleep.

Say you love me by Marsbears ( M | 32,919+ | 5/? ) I’m not really good at summaries but this should kinda spark your interest.

Izuku is going through his very first break up and suffering the whiplash affects of it. He very shockingly discovers he’s got a new neighbor and his name is Katsuki. They’re not the best of neighbors but by the end of the story they will be.

But basically Izuku and Katsiki end up falling in love but don’t necessarily know that they both feel the same way about one another because they’re both very slow in the feelings department when it comes to other people. But with the help of Bakugous best and only friend, Eijiro, and a lot of prolonged effort shit happens.

[Panic Attacks]

You're Always on My Mind by ariela_jack ( T | 3,034+ | 2/? )

Midoriya Izuku has a dangerous empathy/fuubutsushi quirk that could be taken advantage of, so he grows up not knowing and believing that he is quirk less.

A fic where Izuku figures out about his quirk and Katsuki helps him through it. Also, this is all going on while Izuku is battling through his mental health issues.

and/or

Izuku finds out about his quirk at a stupid class game on a field trip, with all the sexual tension there he realizes he can feel what everyone is feeling and goes red.

(I'm really bad at writing summaries, and just writing in general but I hope you like it.)

[Panic Attacks | Self Harm]

Bakugou's Aversion by Foolish_Observer ( E | 1,436+ | 1/2 )

Bakugou grew onto his classmates surrounding themselves around Midoriya since they started dating, but there was was one person who always seemed to piss him off since day one.

Chances by RyvernTerrus ( T | 2,002 | 1/1 )

Katsuki is apologetic. Izuku is shook. Both are oblivious fools.

How do we call this? by ravioligirl ( Not Rated | 2,973+ | 2/? )

Misunderstanding /ˌmɪsʌndəˈstandɪŋ/ [ (n.) a failure to understand something correctly.]

In which Katsuki and Izuku find where they fucked up and fix it

Snow and Forgotten Memories by Akira575 ( Not Rated | 938+ | 2/? )

During a trip with their classmates, Bakugo and Izuku get caught up in an avalanche! Izuku gets injured and loses his memories. Bakugo has to keep them alive during a blizzard and deal with Deku being basically useless. Will Izuku forget Kaachan forever? What will happen?

Make A Move (Katsudeku) by Death_by_Crayola ( T | 444+ | 1/? )

Katsuki Bakugou is what they would call a teenage delinquent, but he considers himself a hero. He's fighting against an oppressive government who's bargaining to create a "utopia" but who are leaving the world stifled and grey. He runs a rebellion, one of no name, and is a highly wanted person in the world he lives in.

Izuku Midoriya is a quiet mannered, rule-abiding kid, but when he sees the infamous Bakugou in person, running from the police, when he's out buying groceries for his mother, he becomes fascinated with him and his cause, and ends up putting himself at risk to know what it means to want more than what's given to you.

(Originally called Uprising Imminent, I changed it and I like this title better)

#BakuDeku #KatsuDeku #BNHA #bkdkfl masterlist #Masterlist #long post #w:underage #w:violence #w:mcd #t:s #t:homophobia #t:panic #t:sh #t:pa #t:dubcon #t:ptsd #curator jay

[charminglatina]

Riverdale Characters as Tropes (Part II) ⭐️.

#9. Hiram Lodge (Main Trope: Fiction 500; Secondary Tropes: Big Bad, Evil Overlord, 0% Approval Rating, The Don, The Patriarch, Bad Boss, Corrupt Corporate Executive, Magnificent Bastard, Sharp Dressed Man, Badass In A Nice Suit, Man Of Wealth And Taste)

Fiction is loaded with Wish Fulfillment, and being rich enough to bend reality is one of them. These are characters whose wealth is almost impossible to quantify. More Money Than God is the bare minimum. Now this could happen in Real Life, like royalty who owned literally thousands of Pimped Out Dresses, or a man in India who built a private skyscraper for his family, staff, and fleet of cars, or Marcus Licinius Crassus, who had three times as much money as Bill Gates and personally funded the reconstruction of the Roman army. But in fiction, that's on the lower end of this scale. Stuff that generally does not qualify you to be a member of the Fiction 500: Big Fancy House, Cool Chair, Cool Boat, Cool Plane, Cool Car, Battle Butler, Maid Corps, or even simply having assets in the billions.

Stuff that generally does qualify you to be a member of the Fiction 500:

You have become a cultural symbol for absurd wealth, and the story leaves no doubt your reputation is completely justified.

You routinely spend money on a scale normal super-rich people might do once or twice in a lifetime, whether it be major investments or mere Conspicuous Consumption. If a real amount is given, even if in the hundreds of millions, or billions, it's chump change to these characters.

You personally fund projects associated with major corporations, governments, aliens, etc. This includes Crimefighting with Cash.

You have the resources of a global superpower without yourself ruling a global superpower.

You personally fund projects that apparently break the rules of physics using only wealth and the Rule of Cool, or sometimes Rule of Funny. In other words, Screw The Universe; I Have Money! But if some other convenient fictional trope makes something possible, it doesn't count. You don't buy sound in space when Space Is Noisy. It's not impressive to have Infinite Supplies when everyone else does. Building a Humongous Mechais not noteworthy when any random scientist can make five in a weekend.

You're surprised to discover your latest project's market success has not increased your net income because you have a monopoly on the product it's competing with.

You can do any of the above without leaving a paper trail or an electronic footprint. Many of these Fiction 500 rich characters operate either clandestinely or under a secret identity, especially if they are Crimefighting with Cash, The Chess Master or Evil Mastermind types. They must have methods for secretly diverting hundreds of millions or billions of dollars to their schemes (like building that army of Mooks, Elaborate Underground Base, Bat Cave, or Batmobile) while making it seem like a legit and legal expenditure or keeping it out of the books. It should be noted that even if a character uses their personal fortune, these transactions would still typically have to show up somewhere when tax time comes.

Now personality doesn't really matter. You could be a Rich Bitch or Uncle Pennybags. You could be a law abiding citizen and even be Batman, or instead think you can screw the rules. Name is based on the top 500 grossing companies annually compiled by "Fortune" Magazine. And despite the name implying otherwise, there can be any number of characters here. Also, there is almost no way to objectively rank them, although Forbes tries with their "Fictional 15" list. Compare Arbitrarily Large Bank Account, Conspicuous Consumption, Undisclosed Funds, Organization with Unlimited Funding, and N.G.O. Superpower. For real people who are considered the richest in the world, see The World's Billionaires, an annual ranking made by Forbes (which has its own article on The Other Wiki, BTW).

The cause of all bad happenings in a story. A Big Bad could be a character with Evil Plans or it could be an omnipresent situation, such as a comet heading towards the Earth. In a serial story, the Big Bad exerts an effect across a number of episodes, even an entire season. This trope is not a catch-all term for the biggest, ugliest villain of any given story. In fact, it doesn't have to be a villain at all, as we just said. If it is a villain, though, it should be identified correctly; the badass leader of the outlaw gang that causes the most personal trouble is not the Big Bad. The railroad tycoon who is using the gang as muscle is the Big Bad. The Man Behind the Manis very common for this trope, leaving the reveal of the big bad as The Chessmaster behind it all and proving themselves far more clever and resourceful than the Villain of the Week. Sometimes the Big Bad is the grand enemy of an entire franchise as an Overarching Villain. At other times, the Big Bad is an Arc Villain who causes trouble for a period of time only to be replaced by another Big Bad. When you look at a season-long story or a major Story Arc and you can identify one problem being the cause of everything, that is the Big Bad. In its most general form, a Big Bad will be at the center of the Myth Arc rather than just any Story Arc. The term "Big Bad" was popularized in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It was characteristic of Buffy's Big Bads for their identity or nature, or even the fact that they are the Big Bad at all, to remain unclear for a considerable time. Occasionally, characters would even refer to themselves as "the Big Bad". Whether or not they were, though, this is a Big Bad Wannabe. The structure of Buffy placed the Big Bad as being crucial to the Half-Arc Season, half the episodes are filler dealing with unrelated enemies while the other half involved the ongoing Myth Arc with the Big Bad. Each season can easily be defined by who the Big Bad was. If a show has a series of Big Bad jeopardies, they can function like a series of Monsters of the Week that take more than one week to finish off. If there is a Legion of Doom, you can expect the Big Bad to be involved somehow. They're probably sorted by power, with the strongest for last, following the Sorting Algorithm of Evil. Evil Overlord, Diabolical Mastermind, The Chessmaster, Arch-Enemy, The Man Behind the Man, and often Manipulative Bastard are specific types of villains who are liable to show up as Big Bads. If they're a Magnificent Bastard or Hero Killer, the good guys are in big trouble. The heroic counterpart of this character is the Big Good, who will very often be the focus of this character's attention over The Hero at the beginning of a series. If a work of fiction is conspicuously lacking a Big Bad, it may be a case of No Antagonist. See also Big Bad Duumvirate for two (or more) Big Bads working together. Sometimes a Big Bad will get their start as a servant to another villain — if that's the case, they're a Dragon Ascendant. If the character who fills the role of Big Bad in most meaningful ways is nominally subordinate to someone else (someone significantly less menacing by comparison), they are a Dragon-in-Chief. If the story has many Big Bads at once who don't work together, see Big Bad Ensemble. The Big Bad Shuffle occurs when there are multiple candidates for the Big Bad position. If the Big Bad doesn't start out as bad but develops over the course of the story, it's Big Bad Slippage. If the Big Bad of one section of a work doesn't die on being defeated and stays around as a character in a different plot role (reformed or not), that's Ex-Big Bad. The Big Bad of a story is not always the most powerful or oldest existing evil force. Perhaps an evil presence along the lines of an Eldritch Abominationovershadows the work's setting, but is mainly divorced from the story's events — that would be the Greater-Scope Villain.

#10. Hermione Lodge (Main Trope: Femme Fatale; Secondary Tropes: Iron Lady, Proper Lady, Spicy Latina, Gold Digger, Corrupt Politician, Grande Dame, Silk Hiding Steel, The Woman Wearing The Queenly Mask, God Save Us From The Queen, Sugar-And-Ice-Personality)

First, she turns you on. Then, she turns on you. The typical client in a Hardboiled Detective story (French for "fatal woman," idiomatically "woman to die for"). You know the type. Dressed all in black with legs up to here and shady motives, she slinksinto the PI's office, sometimes holding a cigarette on a long, long holder, saying "Oh, Mr. Rockhammer, you're the only one who can help me find out who killed my extremely wealthy husband." Did she do it? Do I care? Wait, where'd that saxophone music come from? Whatever her story is, whether she did it or not, she's definitely keeping some secrets. The Femme Fatale is sexy and she knows it. Made famous by Film Noir and hard-boiled detective stories, she manipulates and confuses The Hero with her undeniable aura of sexiness and danger. Unlike the virginal and sweet Damsel in Distress (or possibly Action Girl), the Femme Fatale exploits with everything she's got to wrap men around her finger. (In some eras, use of make-up is a tell-tale sign.) He knows that she's walking trouble and knows much more about the bad guys than she should, but damn it if he can't resist her feminine wiles. If the Femme Fatale is vying for the hero's romantic attentions she will likely have a sweeter and purer rival. The hero might decide that she's not worth the trouble she causes, but if he doesn't, then they might become an Outlaw Couple. While related to The Vamp, the Femme Fatale is not just any seductress; she has a distinct look and feel. The main distinction is how she presents herself. If you know she's dangerous from the start, but she's sexy enough that you don't care, she's likely a Femme Fatale. On a lesser note, the Femme Fatale generally uses sensuality instead of upfront sexual advances. She may implythat you could have sex later, but she'll never promise it, not even say it—that would decrease her air of mystery and power. Her wiles may include apparent helplessness and distress, and appeals to the man's greed, desire for revenge, or gullibility, as well as the implication of possible romance or sexual rewards, while The Vamp more often reliances on raunchy sex or the promise of it sometime real soon. The Femme Fatale is generally villainous, and heroic exceptions—in an artificial context to snare the bad guy—are closer to Heroic Seductress. Frequently, she is a Wild Card, changing sides according to her own desires and goals; she does not often go through a High-Heel–Face Turn. If she's actually a kind-hearted person who puts on this facade just for fun, this is Trickster Girlfriend. She's often the Lady in Red but possibly dressed like everyone else so as to not be Colour-Coded for Your Convenience. The Femme Fatale is one of the female character types that can often be seen wearing High Class Gloves, especially in conjunction with her sexy evening gowns, and, during the daytime (particularly in old Film Noir movies), is often seen wearing a "fascinator" or "pillbox" hat with a partial- or full-face veil. She's definitely not above using the Kiss of Distraction. If she can fight, too, then she's really going to be trouble. Subtrope of Manipulative Bastard. The younger version of this is the Fille Fatale. The spy version of this is Femme Fatale Spy.

#11. FP Jones (Main Trope: The Casanova; Secondary Tropes: Action Dad, The Alcoholic, Alcoholic Parent, The Good King, The Quarterback, The Sheriff, Dirty Cop, Reasonable Authority Figure, Jaded Washout)

The (legal, and less repulsive than the better-known types) sexual predator — a man who relentlessly pursues, lands, loves, and then abandons members of the opposite sex, a skill bestowed upon him to demonstrate what a badass he is. Sometimes comic, sometimes a monster, always successful, this character leaves behind a string of broken hearts, and occasional vows ofrevenge that are rarely fulfilled. Casanova's only motivation is indulging his lust and desire, sating them with the bodies of his conquests.

This trope tends to suffer from three double standards when portrayed in media;

The first is that the Casanova is always male, given that women are usually shamed for having an active sex life. The comparatively rarer female version is an "aphrodite", but she’ll likely be portrayed as an evil character who exploits her sexuality to manipulate innocent men. The womanizing skills of the Casanova, on the other hand, will almost always be granted to him to make him look like a champion.

This trope also applies almost exclusively to straight men, given that queer people with an active sex life are usually villainized in media. Meanwhile, straight men get to be portrayed as badasses for having multiple women at their beck and call. Bisexuals or demisexuals are even rarer, though not unheard of; for example Oberyn Martell.

The Casanova trope is also usually only applied to Caucasian/white men. Non-white men having, expressing or giving into their sexual desires is often portrayed negatively or Played for Laughs. Also, while white male Casanovas being with non-white women is generally portrayed as fine, men of color are often limited in a work to dating, having sex, marrying or even flirting only with women of the same nationality or skin color as them. If they do have a romantic relationship or sexual encounter with a woman of a different nationality or skin-color, it is usually held in scorn by some in-universe (and sometimes out-of-universe, unfortunately).

Contrast with the unsuccessful Casanova Wannabe. Compare with the inexplicable Kavorka Man. A guy who gets the girls like a Casanova, but unintentionally, is a Chick Magnet. If kind-hearted, may overlap with Chivalrous Pervert. The Charmer is equally charming but less sex-obsessed. If they really get around but want to settle down, it's Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places. A Handsome Lech has more negative connotations and a sparser scorecard than the Casanova. The trope is named for Giacomo Casanova (1725-1798), a soldier, spy, diplomat, adventurer, and librarian whose extensive but unreliable autobiography (in which he almost literally described himself as God's Gift to Womennote ) established his eternal fame as a lover. It should be noted that the historical Casanova was closer to a Chivalrous Pervert who really was looking for love... just with women who were locked in loveless political marriages — and also gained his successes famously ugly. (Definitely◊ he was no Heath Ledger◊.) Interesting and prone to be noted for his modern wannabes, he was one of the few 18th century men who bathed almost dailyand asked the same thing from his partners. Many films, TV movies and TV mini-series are named for and based on that person. The best known are Fellini's 1976 film, the 2005 film starring Heath Ledger, and the 2005 BBC drama mini-series starring David Tennant. The latter is considered one of the more faithful adaptations of Casanova's memoirs, while Fellini's... wasn't. For the juvenile version — all of the above without the sex — see Kid-anova. Contrast the Serial Romeo (who falls in love with a long succession of women, one at a time and for reasonable periods). If the guy is actually only rumored to be a Casanova and has no evidence onscreen, it's the Urban Legend Love Life. If he develops feelings for one of his conquests (or someone who refuses him), he's a Ladykiller in Love. See More Friends, More Benefits for when the mechanics of a game encourage the player character to act this way. Note: It should be mentioned that even after the affairs were over, most of Casanova's ex-lovers still liked him, and he was reputedly quite the gentleman. This trope would probably fit (the fictional) Don Juan better.

#12. Gladys Jones (Main Trope: Evil Matriarch; Secondary Tropes: Dark Is Evil, Parental Abandonment, Action Mom, Drugs Are Bad, Bitch In Sheeps Clothing, Bait The Dog)

A mother is one of the most central figures that a character can have growing up, and her influence can have an impact on that character even as an adult. If the character is lucky, that mother will be a loving one, and if he or she is really lucky, she'll be an Action Mom who can kick ass and take names if the character is ever threatened. But if the character is really unlucky and isn't suffering from Parental Abandonment, the character's mother will be an Evil Matriarch and chances are, she will make that character's life a living hell.

The Evil Matriarch comes in two forms:

Comedic: Usually used in the Dom Com, this variety is usually the mother of one of the two parents on the show who comes to visit every so often, and someone on the cast dreads it. Usually (though not always) this variety of Evil Matriarch is a meddling parent, often to an irrational extreme. Classically, this is a Mother-in-Law situation, but from time to time, the kids themselves, or even the child of the mother is the one that dreads it. In some cases, everyone hates the Evil Matriarch, like in Malcolm in the Middle where everyone dreads Lois's mother coming to visit. In other cases, her visit is appreciated by everyone but the daughter or son of the Evil Matriarch, like in Family Ties, where the matriarch is evil because her daughter feels she can't live up to mom's perfection. Expect this variety of Evil Matriarch to have Power Hair and other Fashionable Evil.

Dramatic: This variety, which shows up in more dramatic media, is truly evil in a traditional sense, and is one of the worst villains one can face, especially if one of the Heroes or Love Interests is one of her children (or if she's married into his or her family as a stepmother). Many such Evil Matriarchs are completely convinced that they, and only they, know what's best for their children, and can be very controlling, manipulative, and perfectly willing to do anything they deem necessary for their children's sake, no matter how evil or destructive it may be. The most vicious examples of this variety of Evil Matriarch despise their children (or at least the one they've singled out as The Unfavorite) and are often physically or emotionally abusive towards them, and many of them are not above Offing the Offspring.

If she's not entirely human, then expect her to be a Hive Queen. If she is also the Queen, expect God Save Us from the Queen!. The Spear Counterpart of this character type is Archnemesis Dad. The inversion is Antagonistic Offspring. See Abusive Parents and Parental Neglect for the more mundane versions. See Offing the Offspring and/or Matricide for what this might lead to if the kids fight back. If it's not your mother but her replacement who's making your life a living Hell, see Wicked Stepmother.

#13. Hal Cooper (Main Trope: Ax-Crazy; Secondary Tropes: Serial Killer, The Bluebeard, Malevolent Masked Man, Knight Templar Parent, Insane Equals Violent, Light Is Not Good, Icy Blue Eyes)

An "ax-crazy" character is someone who is psychologically unstable and presents a clear and present danger to others. They are capable of extreme violence, whether carried out with a Slasher Smile, insane laughter, speaking in a Creepy Monotone, or out and out murderous rage, and with no way of knowing just what will set them off, which makes them extremely frightening to deal with. This mainly differentiates them from other eccentric characters who may themselves be obsessive, weird or seemingly crazy, but use this condition hand in hand with doing good, or at least not being in the way. However, some formerly established heroes can go through an episode of ax-craziness and still retain their heroic mantle. Despite the title, ax-crazies aren't limited to wielding axes. Any instrument of death will do, from knives or straight razors to swords to chainsaws and beyond. A good number of other ax-crazies are also Trigger Happy, preferring either Hand Cannons that blow really big holes in people, or weapons that allow them to kill lots of people with reckless abandon, such as any automatic weapon. And for the truly psychopathic among psychopaths for whom the above just won't do, a heaping helping of high explosives or a good-sized flamethrower will do quite nicely. Sometimes, they don't even need weapons and just use magic spells or other powers if they have them. There are also plenty who are just as happy to beat people into an unrecognizable pulp-like mass with their bare hands. It is rare for a truly Ax-Crazy character to be a protagonist, largely due to it being a Sub-Trope of Obviously Evil, and most Ax-Crazy characters usually are Obviously Evil. They're common as the antagonists in Superhero and Crime and Punishment Series, often serving as a Psycho for Hire. If they area protagonist, they will most certainly be a Nominal Hero or Villain Protagonist. The difference between them and Blood Knight is this trope is all about killing while the Blood Knight is only interested in fighting. There is, of course, plenty of room for overlap. See also Insane Equals Violent, The Butcher, The Dreaded, Mad Bomber, Cute and Psycho, Blood Knight, Psycho for Hire, Yandere, The Sociopath, Mad Doctor, Pyro Maniac, Hair-Trigger Temper, Colonel Kilgore, General Ripper, Insane Admiral, and Sociopathic Soldier. Compare and contrast Mama Bear, Papa Wolf, Big Brother Instinct, and Violently Protective Girlfriend, who may be capable of temporary Ax-Craziness when their kids, younger sibling(s) or mate are under threat, but are often played sympathetically. Contrast Suicidal Pacifism, when a character never, ever resorts to violence even if it is necessary; and Extreme Doormat, when a character is a complete pushover unable to fight back. The canonical Character Alignment for most Ax-Crazy characters is Chaotic or Neutral Evil, though a couple of Chaotic Neutral examples exist. Sometimes The Unfettered, depending on whether they feel freed or enslaved by their bloodlust. At least one or more examples are an Anti-Villian, where you kinda feel bad for them since their enemies pushed them too far with actions such as killing their family, their friends, or even the enemies trying to kill them, making them go Ax-Crazy. It's very common to be Played for Drama, usually as either the Big Bad, or The Dragon to the the Big Bad. It is far less common, but not unheard of, for it to be Played for Laughs; this is most likely to be seen in a Sadist Show, especially one featuring a lot of Comedic Sociopathy and/or heavy Satire, with it appearing most often in humorous comic strips, Anime, Web Originalworks, and the more adult-oriented Western Animation of the Renaissanceand Millennium periods. A very large number of pages link to this when they should link to An Axe to Grind. This page is about violent crazy people, not people whose Weapon of Choice is an axe (despite the potential for overlap).

#14. Alice Cooper (Main Trope: Ice Queen; Secondary Tropes: Education Mama, Control Freak, Former Teen Rebel, Female Misogynist, The Fundamentalist, Holier Than Thou)

Much like a Tomboy, the Ice Queen is a major character archetype which is somewhat hard to define. Her signature characteristic is that she is cold; the ambiguity comes from what "cold" means. She has a cold heart, a frosty demeanor; she attracts but will never be wooed. Scorned men are likely to call their failed conquests Ice Queens (after all, normal women would have given in to them). Due to the Double Standard, the Ice Queen is (almost) Always Female. The Ice Queen is considered dangerous to love because she will not (or cannot) love back. She's not much for friendship either, preferring to be alone. Situations where an Ice Queen "thaws" and learns to enjoy the company of others are so common that they have their own trope. Being an Ice Queen is purely about personality; having ice-related abilities does not make a character an Ice Queen. That said, it's not at all uncommon for a character with a cold personality to be given cold powers. Not to be confused with a character who has a royal title associated with ice or snow, though they two may overlap (and often do in more magical settings). An Ice Queen requires at least one "cold" personality trait that gets her labeled as an Ice Queen. 

#15. Fred Andrews (Main Trope: The Heart; Secondary Tropes: Like Father, Like Son, Betty And Veronica, Family Man, Standard 50′s Father, The Conscience, Big Good, Good Parents)

The Heart is a personality aspect that comes up in just about any ensemble. Their personality is based on getting the others to recognize that there are more things at stake than their personal vendettas, especially if The Team is becoming a group of Knights Templar, or if any individual becomes a Well-Intentioned Extremist. This is the person who will argue and fight against the justification of "I Did What I Had to Do". Quite often The Heart character will also be an All-Loving Hero, where they go out of their way to help all of the little people. Within the ensemble this character will most often be merged with the role of The Chick. Like The Hero and The Leader, they aren't one and the same, but they often overlap since they are a good fit. If The Chick is usually a non-action character, having personality traits of The Heart will give them more to do, especially if the team is always at each other's throats. For the same reason, The Heart can also be The Hero (in the case of the Magnetic Hero) or The Leader, as their leadership skills keep the team from falling apart. May be part of the Command Roster. The character whose death or loss is most likely to trigger Losing the Team Spirit. Where Elemental Powers come into play, other characters may be in for a Heart Beatdown. Due to their usual relative introversion, and tendencies towards pacifism (whether technical or actual), this character is sadly often C-List Fodder and a prime target for a single-character (rather than the entire show) version of The Firefly Effect. Many series will start out with a Heart character, but the writers will begin to view them as boring and impossible to write for, so they end up being either Put on a Bus/kept Out of Focus at best, or Character Death at worst. This also tends to happen when studio executives want to replace the character with a more talented or physically attractive character, in an attempt to boost ratings. Given that said characters are usually sweet types (and peacekeepers), this also tends to seriously anger a certain portion of the fanbase, but because the studio executives care more about ratings than they do about upsetting what is normally a minority, the character will stay dead. If fan outrage is sufficiently vocal, and the executives haven't managed to completely alienate the actor, then the character may come back periodically as a ghost or a clone. Compare The Face who does the talking on The Team. See also Restored My Faith in Humanity and Morality Chain. Compare The Conscience, Token Good Teammate. Not to be confused with What Kind of Lame Power Is Heart, Anyway? or Heart Is an Awesome Power though this trope often overlaps with them. Contrast with Lack of Empathy.

#16. Mary Andrews (Main Trope: Fiery Redhead; Secondary Tropes: Missing Mom, Mama Bear, Heroes Want Redheads, Almighty Mom, Brutal Honesty)

A Fiery Redhead is a red-haired character who is strong, Hot-Blooded, out going, usually outspoken, and (if a love interest) often female. She has a big personality and she's not afraid to use it. Whatever you do, don't get on her bad side, or there will be hell to pay. (Especially if powers of personality and/or elements are present: she likes Playing with Fire. Thus, in a Four-Temperament Ensemble, expect her to be Choleric.) She will be unladylike unless it's the case of a redheaded Spirited Young Lady. She might be One of the Boys, a tomboy, or a lad-ette. Heroes do like redheads after all. This hair-color stereotype probably developed since red hair was associated with the Irish and Scottish (and before this, Horny Vikings) for a long time, and they ended up being stereotyped as loud, strong, and passionate (see the Fighting Irish and Violent Glaswegian tropes for more info on that). On the other hand, it's even found in Eastern Europe where any association would have been with Russians or Swedes, and these are nationalities not generally stereotyped as hotheaded. In addition to this, it extends even into ancient texts from Babylonian and Scandinavian Oral Historian. In the Prose Edda, Odin is depicted as blonde, green-eyed, cool, and calculating—while his son, Thor, is a redheaded, blue-eyed (something of an omen of war/perfection in Scandinavian culture) fire-breathing stereotypical Viking (the raiding kind) who treats Earth as a giant freshman mixer. Gilgamesh is also a Fiery Redhead with blue eyes whose duties include being a good precursor to Thor, for the most part—though with more reservation and a cooling trend near the end of his life (this makes both an eerie paradigm of Fiery Redheads at the creation of their respective people's writings). The whole "red-haired, blue-eyed" thing is usually split in Japan between two people. Although real redheads can have tempers like everyone else, this trait is exaggerated in fiction. Also, they can have Green Eyes and this association is also exaggerated in fiction. Compare Heroes Want Redheads, Dark-Skinned Redhead, Evil Redhead, Rose-Haired Sweetie, Red-Headed Stepchild, Redheads Are Uncool, Redheaded Hero. In anime, could be a Shana Clone. If you have a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead in close proximity (i.e. in the main cast), it's Blonde, Brunette, Redhead. Contrast Shy Blue-Haired Girl for Red Oni, Blue Oni and Eerie Pale-Skinned Brunette for the realistic opposite hair color and personality. Please do not confuse this with a redhead being literally fiery, or having literal fiery head, although these tropes may overlap. And a red who's literally firey does have their hair color fit their elemental powers. See also Red Is Violent (in this case, the hair color).

#17. Clifford Blossom (Main Trope: Abusive Dad; Secondary Tropes: Archnemesis Dad, Faux Affably Evil, Offing The Offspring, Mean Boss)

Parents are supposed to be the protectors of children, but these parents are either so damaged themselves that they can't do the job, greedy or villainous to the point that they never had any interest in doing the job properly, or would rather use the child as a means to an end. Sometimes they're just sadistic assholes. This includes parents who are emotionally, verbally, physically, or mentally abusive, or who neglectfully allow their children to be abused by others if they don't abuse the child themselves; sexual abuse is typically treated as a special kind of evil. Sometimes, the abuse at the hands of their parents becomes a Freudian Excuse for a villain. Other times, the character manages to not grow up broken, bitter, and hateful, and instead a different and better person than the upbringing would incline one to think. Troubling Unchildlike Behavior is often a tell-tale sign that things are not right at home. Abusive Parents are commonplace in fairy tales and Classical Mythologywhich makes this trope Older Than Feudalism. Note that The Brothers Grimm, when they collected European fairy tales, were uncomfortable with the idea of Abusive Parents and so frequently changed the Abusive Parents in the traditional stories into abusive step parents. Sometimes, a parent will go as far as to kill the child in question, in which case this is Offing the Offspring. In other cases, the parent's abuse occasionally drives the offspring to snap, commit Revenge and finally kill them, thus becoming a Self-Made Orphan. Calling the Old Man Out occurs when a fed-up child retaliates with a "The Reason You Suck" Speech. If the child gets out of the broken family and forms healthy friendships, but reacts badly when their abusive parents show up again, well, Friends Are Chosen, Family Aren't. Bear in mind that not everyone agrees on the line between actual abuse and merely heavy-handed parenting (or even normal parenting). Is Moving the Goalposts merely inspiring the child to achieve more, or the most insidious form of abuse to instill mistrust and paranoia to the children? Some include spanking as abuse; others think it's appropriate given certain guidelines. Some believe it's okay to make a kid go without a meal (they won't starve that easily); others disagree. Making a kid miss a friend's birthday sleepover — is that emotional abuse? Raising a kid without exposure to TV? Telling your daughter she's getting fat? A little friendly name-calling? There's a line here somewhere, but not everyone agrees on where it is. If a parent has just dumped the child, for whatever reason, that's Parental Abandonment; if they aren't paying attention, that's Parental Neglect. If the parents refuse to discipline their kids, they are Pushover Parents. Contrast Mama Bear or Papa Wolf (where others abuse the children and the parents abuse the abusers), and the more extreme variant of Knight Templar Parent, where the abusive parent is violently overprotective. Abusive Precursors can be considered this on a metaphorical level. See Hilariously Abusive Childhood for when this is cranked up to absurd levels and played for laughs. Black Comedy is often connected in the comedic aspect of it, and a Big, Screwed-Up Family may be involved if it is adult comedy. In keeping with the above note, some may call the show on it and say Dude, Not Funny!. See Evil Matriarch and Archnemesis Dad for characters who are beyond abusiveand outright evil. For parents who are mostly abused by their children, see Pushover Parents. While they do not have to be the child's actual, technical parents to be part of this trope, it's pretty important that they are closely related and live together, like a Wicked Stepmother or an Evil Uncle taking care of the Parentally Deprived. After all, it's much more disgusting that somebody related to the child could bring themselves to hurt them, rather than a mere foster family. The polar opposite, of course, are Good Parents.

#18. Penelope Blossom (Main Trope: Black Widow; Secondary Tropes: Evil Redhead, Widow Woman, Straw Feminist, The Vamp, High Class Call Girl, Dark Mistress)

The man-eater, the woman whose husbands/Love Interests keep on dying. Usually, a Black Widow is a cross between a Con Artist and a Serial Killer, a woman who seduces, marries, and then murders men for their money, always using a different name and identity each time to keep the police and her intended victims from twigging to her real identity. She's very much a highly successful vamp. Black Widows' methods may vary, but poisoning is often favored: it doesn't demand superior strength or leave obvious marks, and it's traditional for wives to do the cooking for their husbands. Also, many types of poisoning can have symptoms similar to those of common illnesses, which makes it easier for a Black Widow to collect life insurance money (a very common motivation). There are too many Truth in Television instances to count. Occasionally there are more nefarious methods. The name "black widow" comes from the official FBI designation for this kind of killer and from the black widow spider, which is so named because of the occasional habit of female black widow spiders (particularly the Australian redback spiders and the southern black widows) to devour their mates after mating. For this reason the trope may be paired with Arachnid Appearance and Attire to really drive the spider metaphor home. A Sub-Trope of Sleeping Their Way to the Top, Murder in the Family, and Gold Digger (this one prefers to kill her Meal Ticket instead of living with him). A Sister Trope to The Bluebeard (the Spear Counterpart). Compare Yandere, Comforting the Widow, Widow Woman (for other widow tropes), Will and Inheritance Tropes and Cartwright Curse. When a pregnancy is involved, this intersects with Conceive and Kill. See also Literal Maneater, which is an actual monster that uses the disguise of a woman to lure in its prey.

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Narcissist

I recently read an article about Narcissistic Abuse, and it was shocking to me how similar a pattern this was to my ex. As I read through it, it explained a lot about how things escalated, and eventually ended in a fiery ball of flame.

I add this screenshot of the Wikipedia article describing Narcissistic Abuse. My therapist has told me that what I described to her in my sessions is a classic case, just extended over a very long period of time.

The part about the initial idealization seem very much how the relationship started. I was perfect is so many ways to her. Even my glaring personality flaws and quirks at the time were seen as cute and endearing. This was definitely the catalyst to rope me in.

The devaluation part is the long period of emotional abuse, that escalated, and which then led to entering the stage of sabotage and eventually being discarded. Discarded in this case being the infidelity and betrayals.

The thing about my ex is that while she has the capacity to show love, emotional connection, and genuine caring. I often wondered if it wasn’t just her performing the motions to maintain and sustain the support she needed. The support I willfully and gladly gave her.

Entitlement is the key word in this article, and if there is ever a word to best describe her, entitled would totally be it. 

Early when we lived out west she had a job within the government on contract, which I know she felt, was beneath her. She often harped about having “2 degrees”, and felt that working a job as either a clerk or administrative assistant was not the job she was entitled to. I know for a fact that when that government contract came up for renewal she was not considered. I think this is mostly due in part by her general attitude with working. 

Myself at that point, had probably about 10 years of experience working full-time. My jobs varied from horrific call centre jobs, to technical support, to working as a security guard escorting people who were getting laid off. I had been through tough jobs before and what she was describing in her job, sounded more menial than stressful. I tried to give her perspective on how she had to work these jobs to gain the experience and eventually move into a field she would want to work in, but this was a concept she was not familiar with.

That summer after not getting her contract renewed. she got on Employment Insurance, and enjoying the time off and getting a good taste of what it was like to not work and get paid. She was paid enough money to cover her smaller side of the bills while I worked full-time at establishing my evolving career in IT.

I remember she was very fond of the summer she spent unemployed, she would spend her days blogging and chatting with her new found friends on Tumblr. For a time she and I were happy. Eventually she had to get a job and she finally found one as an admin assistant for a credit union corporation.

As soon as she started up her new job, the complaining and again that sense of entitlement started to creep up again. She would bitch about the people she worked for, the other admin assistants, She would describe how they would give her work that she wasn’t supposed to do (not part of my job description) etc..

During this time we were not doing well at all, our relationship was beginning to sour and we had a number of fights and arguments. 

I even remember a particular incident where she hadagain been acting weird and distant and then I found a Facebook chat she had with one of her past flings from Ottawa, where she told him she missed him. He told her that he remembered the great sex they used to have and she acknowledged it. I remember confronting her about this and her again not making this out to being a big deal, as well as turning it back on me for snooping into her messages. I left that night upset and went to sleep at a friend’s house and came back the next day to apologize for looking into her things. She basically told me she did no wrong and he had instigated the discussion. This is a small glimpse into what would become a recurring pattern of gaslighting, and avoiding admission of fault.

The relationship continued to be sour for months until a single event put a big stop to that and for a while really changed the way she thinks.

On a day in May, during what is known as “bike to work” week, she was riding her bike to work and was struck by a van, driven by an elderly lady going approximately 60km/h. She proceeded to go into the windshield, get flown about 10 feet forward and eventually get jammed underneath the car. She remember waking up in the ambulance and having the paramedic tell her to not move and that she was just in an accident.

I was called and joined her at the hospital, and didn’t immediately recognize her with the blood on her face. She had a massive laceration across her chest from the glass, as well as on her arms. Massive bruising on her hip and sides from the impact. Glass embedded in her face, and after an X-Ray was confirmed that she had a fractured pelvis.  

I spent the next few months being there for her as she slowly was in recovery. I was by her side to help clean her, carry her, support her, give her medication, everything I could to be the supportive partner for her.

She came out of that experience surprisingly a different person, soon enough she was back at work and her perception of her work was grateful, cheerful, glad to be back at it again. 

About a year after that event something happened that would change the course of our relationship forever. An opportunity that was a one in a million thing. At this point we are now living in the 4th apartment we’ve lived in, and we have two lovely wiener dogs. One night I found one of my dogs under the bed eating my underwear (which he has done before). I laughed it off and proceeded to take him, my underwear, and a hand written sign that said “I am an underwear eating jerk.”. I thought this was hilariously funny and called it “Dog Shaming”. My ex quickly took the pic and posted it up on Tumblr and it started to gain a massive repost, and subsequently other submissions of a similar nature. So much so that Tumblr itself began to notice. They created a dogshaming tumblr page to aggregate them all and eventually grew so popular that an editor at Tumblr contacted us and asked if we wanted to take this meme on and run it.

She didn’t want to do it, but I knew at that point that this was something huge. We took over the tumblr page and was then contacted by an ad agency. After some discussion, I started to place some analytics on the site and placed a rotating ad to generate revenue. After 2 weeks we were generating ad income in the 5 digits, with averages in the millions of hits. I took time off work to get this launched properly as I knew we had to capitalize on this as soon as possible.

I paid to secure the .com domain, the Facebook group, the various platforms at the time like Twitter. And I then realized we had a big problem. The ownership of those pictures were the property of either the original posters or Tumblr. I had to fight with my ex to have her see the light but eventually she realized we had to take on the venture of creating our own hosted website, on a CMS platform and have it designed in such a way that it could handle the massive amount of traffic it was receiving. After a failed attempt with one web developer we found through a job posting, I contacted an old friend of mine who I knew was looking for independent web development work. 

He turned out to be the perfect guy for the job and I worked with him and my ex to establish a well designed website that was easy to maintain, was hosted and had ties into all the social media platforms. 

Further to that I pushed to ensure that we sought the help of a legal firm and had lawyers draft appropriate Terms of Use, Privacy Policy, and a submission agreement that ensured that we exclusively owned the pictures that our viewership submitted for consideration.

We also with the help of that legal team created a corporation where we could safely receive the money that we were being paid.

All the while my ex was in charge of the curation of the pictures posted on the website. She would pick the best ones, write a funny pun title and schedule them to be posted.

After a while I had to focus back on my career, and it was decided between us that I would return to focus on the career that paid the majority of our bills and she would quit her job as an administrative assistant and work on this website. I agreed mostly in part because I remembered the summer she spent not working and how happy she was at that time. I thought she would return to that happiness and this was the best way to make that happen.

Sadly however it wasn’t long before the face of this website turned from our joint venture to being her sole creation. SHE was the face, HER name was on the subsequent book that was widely published. A book where in the credits she even forgot to thank me (no joke).

This only served to inflate her massive ego. She would often talk about it as if she was the brain-child, how she was a successful business woman, the CEO as she liked to call herself. She would often “joke” about how she made more money than me. This wasn’t entirely true, since I made a decent salary on my own and was in fact climbing the ladder in my career, it was decided that she would pay herself the bare minimum in dividends she was allowed to pay herself without paying taxes. 

For the majority of our relationship I was the primary income earner of the household and it was agreed upon that I would pay 70% of the rent, and the majority of the bills. Some of that would come back as we could expense things like the internet and part of the rent as business expenses. However for the most part she enjoyed telling me and other people she made more money. This was really just a passive aggressive way of letting me know that I was not important.

 It was even to the point where when I attempted to add my involvement with it on my resume, she took great offence to this. She wanted to have full credit for everything. She quickly forgot the work, expertise, time and up-front money I paid into this business to get it to hum along so she just had to maintain and keep it running along. She eventually and reluctantly agreed to let me use it on my resume. That was a battle I was willing to fight, but it took convincing.

This opportunity was both a blessing and a curse in my opinion, I was often pushed away when I would try and get myself involved and eventually I resolved to just let her have this, despite the fact that had she just let me do my creative thing, I would have most likely profited a mass-load more than she ever did. I truly believe this.

She has since remained solely paid as the operator of this business, and has never worked a traditional full-time job now for the last 5 years. She has since slowed down her work on this page to probably working on it a few hours a week, with sometimes bursts of work where she has to get a number of pics rounded up for her yearly calendar deal.

This freedom granted to her was useful in order to allow us to get married, have our kids, raise them and settle into our new home. I will get more into that as we move along.

The main issue of a Narcissistic Abuser is that they have an inflated sense of self, a massive sense of entitlement, a tendency to emotionally abuse their partners who often happen to be codependent, and once they get to the discard stage they will quickly find their attention elsewhere and throw you out, all the while blaming you for their leaving. They will play themselves off as the victim in the whole relationship and tell stories of their hardships to anyone who will listen. All the while never taking responsibility and never showing any type of empathy or remorse towards their former abuse victim. 

We’ll see more of this truth in future posts.

#narcissism #narcissistic abuse #emotional abuse #victim #discarded #entitlement

[ninjacupcake333]

I was tagged

by the wonderful user @peaceful-waldeinsamkeit (thanks for the tag! :D)

Rules: Answer all the questions, then add one of your own, and tag as many people as there are questions

1) Coke or Pepsi?: I feel like I’m the only person who has never had a preference regarding this debate, I like them both

2) Disney or Dreamworks?: That’s tough…………honestly I love them both equally, I can’t decide!!! >3<

3) Coffee or Tea?: COFFEE!!! I drink two cups a day and I’m actually really REALLY moody without it, like honestly, I am a bitch without coffee (ask my brother)

4) Books or Movies?: Books, Hollywood always screws things up imho

5) Windows or Mac?: I’ve never used a Mac sooooo Windows

6) D.C. or Marvel?: I don’t read a lot of comics, but when it comes to movies and show I’ve never really seen any DC ones (besides like…..batman and suicide squad and teen titans which I adore), so although I adore teen titans I have to go with Marvel cuz I’ve seen more from them 

7) Xbox or PlayStation?: Don’t play a lot of games, but I’d have to go with Playstation. Gotta love kingdom hearts guys. Plus I just bought a PS4 so I could play FF15 soooooooooooo

8) Dragon age or mass effect?: ……..i’veneverplayedeither…………..I’ve heard they’re good though, would people recommend this??? (cuz I have the PS4 now so I could play them if I wanted I think)

9) Night Owl or Early Riser?: Night owl. If I have nothing to do the next day I’ll stay up til 3 and wake up late in the afternoon

10) Cards or Chess?: I don’t do a lot of either, but I play cards more, and I’m REALLY bad at chess (despite my brother saying I’m really good at chess, which whenever I play I usually have no idea what I’m doing soooooo)

11) Chocolate or Vanilla?: Chocolate. I’m like that guy from Spongebob. I’m the girl that buys those pound-of chocolate bars at Trader Joe’s whenever I get the chance and eats it within a week

12) Vans or Converse? I wear converse literally every day. Even when they get destroyed they’re comfortable!

13) Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar?: ………..uh…….gesundheit?

14) Fluff or Angst?: I’m honestly not sure……fluff I guess? it’s cute sometimes, and angst just makes me feel bad

15) Beach or Forest?: atm I’d have to say forest, I did a LOT of hiking when I was in Japan and it was amazing, but whenever I go to the beach anymore I just end up sitting in the sand doing nothing. I don’t really swim anymore

16) Dogs or Cats? Yes

17) Clear Skies or Rain? Clear skies, rain makes me REALLY tired

18) Cooking or Eating Out? I can’t cook, but I also don’t like spending money, so neither I guess? though eating out has the social aspect to it, so if I HAD to pick one I’d say eating out if it was with friends

19) Spicy or Mild Food? Mild, I don’t handle spicy well……

20) Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas? THIS IS HALLOWEEN, THIS IS HALLOWEEN (goes off into song)

21) Would You Rather Forever Be A Little Too Cold Or A Little Too Hot?: A little too cold, my thermostat’s usually really low so that’s basically my reality anyways

22) If You Could Have A Superpower What Would It Be?:  I’ve heard legit arguments against this, but despite that, I’d wanna be able to read minds. Not all the time, but in like….a controlled sense. Like read a certain person’s mind at a certain time, but be able to shut it off when I want so I don’t have a stream of incoming thoughts from people. Mostly cuz I’m really bad at being able to tell when someone’s joking about something or picking up on context clues(like REALLY BAD) so that would help a lot, plus I get really paranoid about what people actually think about me (AND IT WOULD HELP WITH MY CURRENT CRUSH SITUATION THAT’S DRIVING ME CRAZY ATM CUZ MY CRUSH EITHER CAN’T MAKE UP HIS GODDAMN MIND OR JUST DOESN’T WANT TO AND IT’S DRIVING ME CRAZY CUZ I CAN’T TELL WHAT HE’S THINKING) I would never actually use it against anyone, I just want it so I can freakin relax for once when it comes to being social

23) Animation or Live Action?: Animation. Bout sums that up

24) Paragon or Renegade?: ……………………..what does that mean? pertaining to what exactly? is this a reference? I’m confused.......

25) Bath or Shower?: Shower, I don’t have time for baths (though I have to say I HAVE been wanting to try bath bombs, they look fun....)

26) Team Cap or Team Iron-Man?: (don’t kill me dad) Iron man. Idk why but something has always bugged me about Captain America’s character, and I love the Iron man movies more than the Captain America ones, so Iron man (SORRY DAD SPARE ME >3<)

27) Fantasy or Sci-Fi?: Fantasy, sci fi doesn’t really catch my interest as much. It does sometimes, but I always end up liking fantasy stories better

28) Do You Have Three or Four Favorite Quotes If So What Are They?: also something I’ve never really thought about……..

Well I can’t remember the exact wording, but I guess my favorite quote would have to be “Growing old is mandatory, growing up isn’t”

And I guess if I’m choosing more than one, my second one would be lyrics from a song by Icon for Hire “You didn’t shoot for the moon just to hit the stars” (from their song “Demons”)

I don’t really have any others though tbh, if I find any others or think of any I’ll edit

29) YouTube or Netflix?: I watch a loooooooooot of markiplier and game grumps, so youtube

30) Harry Potter or Percy Jackson?: YES

31) When Do You Feel Accomplished?: When I complete something that I’ve been wanting to do for a while. I never feel motivated to do anything anymore, so those moments where I do actually get motivated enough to pick myself up from off my couch and like….draw something, or read something, or play something that I’ve been wanted to for a while, it’s not much but it’s a good feeling

32) Star Wars or Star Trek?: neither (PLEASE DON’T KILL ME)

I’ve never watched Star Trek, and I had a kiiiiiiind of bad experience getting into Star Wars (thing with an ex, nothing really bad, just uncomfortable) so I never really got into it further

33) Paperback Books or Hardcover Books?: Hardcover. They’re just so much nicer! Plus I always end up bending the covers of paperbacks cuz I carelessly pack them when I wanna take them with me places....

34) Fantastic Beasts or Cursed Child?: I haven’t actually read/seen fantastic beasts yet so I can’t answer this. My brother got me the book for Christmas, but I haven’t gotten to reading it yet, and I haven’t had time to watch the movie. I HAVE read Cursed Child though

35) Rock or Pop Music? I’m in a rock band so if I didn’t say rock I’d feel like a heathen

36) What Is The Most Important Thing In Your Life?: musiiiiiiiiiic. it’s been a HUGE part of my life since 4th grade when I first started playing flute/when my dad first gave me fall out boy’s “from under the cork tree”/ green day’s “american idiot”. I went to an arts school for instrumental music and everything!

37) Mountains or Sea/Ocean?: going back to the hiking thing, mountains

38) How Do You Express Yourself?: …………….going back to the motivation thing, I can never bring myself to do the things that would best help me express myself……….I’m awful >3< though I’d have to say either drawing or playing an instrument (lately bass guitar) would be the ways I express myself best when I actually try

39) What’s The First Book/Film That Really Counted To You?: Probably Percy Jackson tbh. It’s the first series I’ve read that I stuck with for as long as I have

40) What’s Your Element (Ar, Water, etc.)?: FIRE!!! I literally wear a bracelet/necklace everyday with the alchemic symbol for fire on them

41) If You Could Travel Anywhere, Where Would You Go?: Either back to Japan (CUZ I FUCKIN LOVE JAPAN OMG) or like……I’d love to go to Paris or Italy tbh

42) If you had any job in the world, what would it be?: My UNREALISTIC dream job is to be in a famous band as the bassist, I love just being able to play with my friends and if I could make a living off of that, that would be amazing

My REALISTIC dream job is to teach Japanese.  I’ve always loved the idea of being a teacher, but I never knew for what subject, but when I started college I knew I wanted to teach foreign language. I started with french, but I ended up switching to japanese cuz i had more of a passion/interest in it.

43) If you were granted three wishes, what would they be?

1. WORLD FUCKING PEACE I MEAN SERIOUSLY HOW FUCKING HARD IS THAT

2. a bit selfish here, but for me to have enough resources to be able to live comfortably

3. for everyone else to be able to do so as well

44) If You Had To Eat One Food For The Rest Of Your Life, What Would It Be?: Literally any kind of pasta. That’s all I ate as a kid and I still freaking love it

45) What’s Your Spirit Animal/Patronus?: According to Pottermore, my patronus is a black mamba

I REALLY DO BELONG IN SLYTHERIN!!!! 

46) Would You Kill Yourself And Save Your Friends or Kill Your Friends and Save Yourself?: Uhhhh probably myself to save my friends, that’d be fine

47) If You Had To Become A Mythical Creature Which Would You Be? Now THIS I’ve definitely never thought of……um……I meaaaaaaaaan……I guess if I HAD to choose I’d go with elf probably. That’d be cool

NEW! 48) If you could have one thing in the world right now, what would it be?

I don’t actually know/follow 48 people, so I’m just gonna tag people that I know well IRL (you guys don’t actually have to do it if you don’t want ^^;;;;;)

@dreamer-21 @prince-of-pineapples @phantomcat94 @facheux-grantaire @kingkuroko11 @thenerdwholeaptthroughtime @dasteacup @orangeincubator @kastanas

#tag game

[darcycrawford]

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME:  Darcy Emmeline Crawford

PRONUNCIATION:  DAHR-see  EM-ə-lien  KRAW-fərd (  ˈdɑrsi ˈɛməˌlaɪn ˈkrɔfərd )

MEANING: Darcy means dark or dark one while Emmeline means hardworking

REASONING:  Darcy’s mother was a romantic and always liked Pride and Prejudice. She decided to name her daughter Darcy because she loved the character and who really cares about gender norms now a days?

ALIAS: Darc, Emmeline, People tend to prefer ‘bitch’ instead of her name

BIRTH DATE:  August 2nd, 1989

AGE: 28

ZODIAC: Leo

GENDER: Female

PRONOUNS: She/Her

SPECIES: Human/Hunter

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: No label

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: No label

NATIONALITY: American

CURRENT LOCATION: Ashbourne, Nova Scotia

LIVING CONDITIONS: A second floor duplex in Ashbourne’s ‘bad’ neighborhood

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE:  Fort Worth, Texas

HOMETOWN: Fort Worth, Texas until the age of 6; traveled often and never stayed in the same town for long

SOCIAL CLASS: Low class

EDUCATION LEVEL: B.S. in Chemistry from an unaccredited online university

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English; broken Spanish

FATHER:  Henry Crawford

MOTHER:  Molly Goulding

RELATIONSHIP WITH PARENTS: Darcy hasn’t cared for her father since the day she found out about his betrayal. And she understands that he hasn’t cared about her since the day he left. He’s never tried to contact her or her mother. Although, her relationship with Molly was rough when she was younger, as soon as she was told the truth about the world she started worshiping her mother. Darcy’s mother on the other hand has been trying to get Darcy out of the life. She’s a little more understanding of supernaturals living normal ‘human’ lives and secretly she’s horrified by Darcy’s no-nonsense stance on the subject. They two clash sometimes but Darcy has a difficult time surviving without her guidance. 

SIBLING(S): N/A

CHILDREN:  N/A

PET(S): None, travelling can be difficult with animals

OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: The Gouldings are a hunting family. Darcy has never met them.

PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: Owen Gillespie [teenage summer fling]; a couple of one night stands here and there; nothing significantly labelled as a relationship

FRIENDS: Landon Hastings , Cristian Vasquez, Sloane Lottes, Lottie Mcfay, 

FOES: let’s be honest, most supernaturals that have met her

ARRESTS?: Simple Theft, Aggravated Assault, Disturbing the Peace

PRISON TIME?: Four months with parole 

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Melanie Scrofano 

EYE COLOR: Blue

HAIR COLOR: Auburn

HAIR TYPE/STYLE: Long, straight or wavy

GLASSES/CONTACTS: Reading glasses

DOMINANT HAND: Right

HEIGHT: 5′ 8″

BUILD: Ectomorphic but muscular 

EXERCISE HABITS: Rigorous morning and night routines that include cardio, strength training, and sparing

SKIN TONE: Fair

TATTOOS: None

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS:  Here

PIERCINGS: Not anymore. She mistakenly wore an earring once and it was torn from her ear.

NOTABLE FEATURES:  Her personality

USUAL EXPRESSION:  A permanent scowl unless she’s with a friend

CLOTHING STYLE: She tends to wear darker clothes because they stainless. She prefers longer sleeves and jeans to add an extra layer of protection. Often she’ll wear a leather jacket for that reason alone. She also has a utility belt  packed with essentials when she’s on the hunt but in Ashbourne it’s become a more permanent accessory

JEWELRY: None

ALLERGIES: Shellfish 

BODY TEMPERATURE: Within the normal range, sometimes she runs ‘hot’

DIET:  Anything that fills her stomach for the time being. She’s not picking and has gotten use to buying meals from restaurants instead of cooking herself.

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: Here

OCCUPATION & INCOME:

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Bouncer at The Monastery 

SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Odd jobs on the road, mowing lawns, bartending, pet sitting, waitress painting houses, etc.

CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: Yes, she’s a hunter foremost and the Monastery let’s her collect information and release her anger. 

PAST JOB (S):  Too many to count; some were legitimate, some were covers

SPENDING HABITS: Vodka, beer, and food

MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: The journals in which she’s kept all of her notes, her weapons, and other hunting tools. 

PSYCHOLOGY & PERSONALITY

ELEMENT: Fire

APPROXIMATE IQ: 131

CHARACTER ARCHETYPE: The Hero

STRONGEST CHARACTER TRAITS: Independent, Determined, Adventurous, Brave, Focused

WEAKEST CHARACTER TRAITS: Head-Strong, Vulgar, Rude, Careless, Egotistical

MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: None

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: Balancing between stable and unstable depending on the situation

PHOBIA(S): Open water, merfolk

ADDICTION(S)/BAD HABITS:  Drinking herself to sleep

OBSESSIONS: Taste testing different brands of vodka, protecting the human race, poking bruises

BIGGEST SECRET: Blames herself for Owen’s death/turning

DRUG USE: Occasionally but never while working

ALCOHOL USE: At least one glass every night, but again never while working

SWEARING?: Her vocabulary is limited to swear words

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: Very much so

RELIGION: None

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: Fast and hoarse

ACCENT:  Slight southern American accent

HABITS:  Falling asleep fully clothed

NERVOUS TICKS:  An eyebrow twitch when she’s aggravated; drumming her fingers on the table

DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS/: To protect humans from the supernaturals that hunt them and take away their chances at normal lives

GENERAL FEARS: Watches as a creature kills a group of people and not being able to do a thing about it, being turned into something

SENSE OF HUMOR:  Dark and sarcastic

CATCHPHRASE(S): "Fuck off, Asshole”

FAVORITES

ANIMAL: Great Pyrenees

BEVERAGE: Vodka

BOOK:  The Poisoner’s Handbook by Deborah Blum

COLOR: Teal

FOOD:  Bacon Cheese Burger

FLOWER: Venus Fly Trap

GEM: Ruby

HOLIDAY: Christmas

MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Walking; Car

MOVIE: Pulp Fiction, Blade Runner, Training Day

MUSICAL ARTIST: Eminem

QUOTE/SAYING: “ I decided I was safe. I was strong. I was brave. Nothing could vanquish me. ”

SCENERY:  Foggy forest

SCENT: Musky colognes

SPORT: N/A

SPORTS TEAM: N/A

TELEVISION SHOW:  Buffy the Vampire Slayer

WEATHER: Autumn

VACATION DESTINATION: Toronto

PAST/FUTURE

WHAT WERE THEY LIKE AS A CHILD?: Darcy was a relatively happy and giddy child until her father left when she was 4. From that age, she became a little colder and sadder. She often threw tantrums and lashed out at her mother believing it was some how her fault. At age 8 when she learned the truth via bed time story, her outlook changed. She regarded her father as a coward and her mother a hero. She became obsessing over supernatural and the evils they create. 

GROW UP RICH OR POOR?:  When she was younger both parents had jobs and they were building their way up to middle class. They had enough to scrape by but when Darcy’s father left her mother had a hard time keeping up with payments. Eventually, they moved into a RV which lessened the burden. Her mother began hunting and held various jobs. There was always something for Darcy to eat but not much else.

NURTURED OR NEGLECTED?: Both nurtured and neglected. She worships her mother but anyone looking in from the outside would see the woman made some poor choices in regards to Darcy’s safety and well being.

ASPIRATIONS AS A CHILD?: Since the age of 8, she wanted to be a hunter. She can’t remember much before that in terms of occupations. 

SMELL THAT REMINDS THEM OF CHILDHOOD: Gasoline. They often found themselves parked at gas stations or refueling as they traveled. 

BEST CHILDHOOD MEMORY?: Killing her first vampire at age 10. She wasn’t suppose to follow her mother but did anyways. The only reason she succeeded was because her mother had severely weakened the creature. She struggled to stab the stake into it’s heart and even sprained a wrist. Her mother yelled at her for hours about her carelessness but it was worth it. 

WORST CHILDHOOD MEMORY?:  Watching the life leave Owen’s eyes. She had dragged him out of the water and attempted to resuscitate him but even though she pounded his chest the water never left his lungs. She was pulled away by her mother from what she thought was his dead body.

OPINIONS ON MARRIAGE?: Not for her unless she finds the perfect hunter husband

WANT KIDS?: She would never want to bring a child into this world

WANT TO GROW OLD?: Sure, it’d be nice but it’s probably not in the cards

WANT TO SETTLE DOWN?:  The road is home, she’ll go where the job takes her.

#cursedbloodtask #headcanons