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night-unfurls-its-splendour · 1 year

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Phantom of the Opera: 25th Anniversary at the Royal Albert Hall

Live Commentary (feat @l10ng1rl highlighted in blue)

I do know that there were restrictions placed by the venue and the fact that it was televised but that's not gonna stop me from commenting on how lame they are.

Also **spoilers** we hate on Hadley Fraser's Raoul a lot in here. I know that much of this may not actually be Hadely Fraser's fault: the direction also has to be considered. This did come out a year after Love Never Dies premiered, and Raoul's character there is less than princely. It occurs to me that this may have impacted the direction/interpretation of his character here. Or not, who knows? All this to say, we're not actually hating on Hadley here, just this particular execution of the character. But also if you like this particular Raoul (not just Hadley Fraser), please do tell me why, I would be fascinated to know.

- Not me watching the 25th anniversary and being very sad that Earl Carpenter is in it and not as the Phantom

- Oh no! NINETEEN SEASONS? NINETEEN? they really dumped it on Carlotta here didn't they?

- I miss the elephant

- Madame Giry is Uber creepy here

- oh i see why you hate this Raoul

- I'm so glad I'm not the only one hating that Raoul 🤣🤣🤣

- I'm proud to announce that @l10ng1rl and I are founding the official Hadley Fraser as Raoul Haters Club

- They couldn't have done a regular dressing room set?

- "CHRISTINE DAAÉ! Where iiiis your red Skhhhafff?"

- Fucking hell he looks at her like she's something to eat

- Yeah no Hadely Fraser's Raoul is disgusting. He's got rape face I hate it

- I can't with this LED screen mirror

- Sierra's vibrato is really amazing. And I'm not gonna say she's the best Christine, like, ever, but that high-note is really chilling.

- RING! CLEAR RING SHOT! OMALAWD

- Ooh damn she cross-eyed

- "Music shall surround you

Hear it, feel it

Closing in around you"

I was warned about this, but I cannot believe how unpoetic this is. Go back to caress/possess, you cowards!

- Ok I do like when a phantom has to scramble a little to cover her with the cloak he's so cute

- WHY IS HE NOT IN HIS CAP AND GOWN? How is a banyan going to hurt the Albert Hall?!

- OOF HE GRABBED HER THROAT OH MY GOSH

- AND THEN HE THROWS HER! ERIK! BAD! BAD PHANTOM!

- Raoul may not have been with Christine that night be he was defo planning on it based on the way he was looking at her in that dressing room 😖🤮

- look everyone knows Raoul de Chagny is my punching bag, and I love nothing more than stepping on him, but This is not a Raoul for me to even step on, I wouldn't want to soil my shoes with his slimy self

- I appreciate when a phantom keeps the tune instead of *just* screaming at Christine. That so rarely happens.

- Ooh damn that "Burns in hell" went right down my spine

- Why is Firmin drunk? He's supposed to be drunk right

- I declare, I have NEVER seen Raoul played like this, WTF. He's so impertinent! What is this attitude? Where is the indignation in his "Of course not!"?

- This guy? I can totally see this guy gambling away his fortune and getting lost in the bottom of a whisky bottle

- Why am I so obsessed with this damn ring? I have a problem

- YEEEAARRRHHHH SHE'S SINGING TO BRING DOWN THE CHANDELIER!!!!!!

- this is the best croak

- Oh how deliciously homicidal! 😍 I love when wet get to see the murrrderrr

- This Raoul would have thrown her in a loony bin within five years

- *Oh jeez is she gonna start fucking crying? Ugh stupid hysterical women.* "alright come here, there, there it's alright " *rolling eyes* --Raoul's inner monologue

- RUN CHRISTINE! He's got the pong of marital rape about him

- No oh my gosh this Raoul fits how he's characterized in The Phantom's Atonement (@madamedestler) to a tee

- Patrick really is like an innocent schoolboy compared to this guy

- I've always loved the fact that the line that really sets Erik off on the rooftop is

"Share each day with me/each night each morning" That's the part where he goes from sad to angry

- Also also also I think it's precious that Erik assumes Raoul would fall in love with Christine for the same reasons he did. Because he's got ADHD brain he's like "how could anyone not be enraptured by her voice like I am ~.~"

When in reality Raoul's just going after her because he's already got an in

- I forgot that they don't actually drop the chandelier. They threw in the bring down the chandelier line and the chandelier doesn't even come down 🤣🤣🤣

- And NO ring snatch 😡😡

- I will NEVER GET OVER

Raoul: You don't have to Christine, they can't make you!

Also Raoul: they can't make you, but I can guilt you into it!" Fuck you buddy

- Fuck you Raoul! 🤣😂. I think you wouldn't feel a grain of regret to step on this Raoul without mercy

- Again, wouldn't even step on him. He'd get my shoes dirty. Being stepped on is for decent Raoul's who can be salvaged

- I am so, so digging these close up shots of Erik putting his hands all over her during ponr. Because Ramin's Erik so rarely actually lets himself touch Christine. So then when you get to PONR he just indulges himself a bit. And good for him

- I love the gentle, soft, touchy side of Ramin's Erik

- Can I have this ring custom made? How much would that cost? I want it so bad! I wanna wear it all the time and pretend I'm married to Erik ~sways back and forth~

I'm kidding, but I do want that ring

- I love/hate whenever a Phantom plays PONR visibly, forcefully horny during Christine's part in PONR because I looooove horny Erik but I feel so so bad for him because I know what's coming (and it's very sadly not him)

- OH! HE GROWWWLED! OH MY GOSH! HELP! He's got me. Ok he's got me.

- Uhuuu he's still growling oh my gooooooohhh

- I love what it says about Christine as a singer, actress, performer that even when she's *running away, struggling against him* she's still performing the play. I've just identified my stalker as being on stage with me but THE SHOW MUST GO ON! And honestly I love her for that

- Love how there's no grate so they have to have Erik hold her throat again so Raoul has a reason to sing "Free her!" As if Erik would ever put his hands on her throat in anger. And risk damaging her vocal chords? I don't think so

- yeah, that much neck grabbing I think it was unnecessary,and I also think that Erik would never do it. He would never harm her.

- The "Did you think that I would harm her?" line is harder to justify here. Which irks me because it makes me so weak every time I hear it

- Every time I watch the graveyard and the final lair I just want Christine to turn around and tell Raoul to shut up.

- Oh no! his eyes when she says "tears of hate"... aww baby

- I will never stop hating that she's calls him "pitiful creature"

- Yeah, with that "pitiful creature" she really thrusted the knife in his gut and twisted it

- Sierra is such a champ throughout this scene

- She is one of the very few Christines that is actually sorry and conflicted to leave Erik behind, not as her father figure, but as her other love interest. At least she is one of the few that can credibly convince me so

- I just cackled very loudly

- What made you cackle? Lol

- Raoul's face. When she kisses Erik. He looks like he would actually rather die than see her kiss Erik. This is almost as good as watching His face during ponr in the movie.

- 😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤭🤭🥴🥴🥴 that one takes the prize!! He just reminds me of Sam the Eagle from the Muppets here

- Oh poor thing, he really had no self esteem at all

- YES GIRL. SOB.

- Ok OK ok

She starts singing All I ask of you

THEN Raoul appears

Was she actually singing that to Raoul?

- Oh yes, you got it! Was it for him? Hehehe, I don't think so

- Ugh she is on the knife edge right to the very last second

- Completely! Sierra is very believable in this scene

- Go AWAY Raoul! Let her stay with him, you're gonna regret this so badly son. She'll never love you the same, and you'll never have kids either. Just go hold off the mob so they can get away

- Gillian Lynne, MVP ever and always

- I love seeing Sarah and Michael together

They just make me smile

- Ok so we've got joj, colm Wilkinson (werrrr, not my favorite Phantom but I have to respect him), who else?

- ANTHONY! YASS!

- Oh thank goodness they let John take the high note

- JOJ AND ANTHONY WARLOW SINGING IN UNISON IS NOT A PROBLEM FOR ME AT ALL. NOT TWO OF MY TOP 5 TOGETHER.

- I wonder why they didn't ask Earl to join them at the end.

- WHY DID TO SAY THAT I'M GONNA BE MAD NOW. I COULD HAVE THREE OF MY TOP FIVE

- I've always been tickled that Sarah never could shake the British thing where they can't say a word ending in "a" without putting an r on the end. Operar.

- UGHHH JOHN'S EYES! He's so in-character during MOTN. He's got so much emoshuns.

- I, too, now have emoshuns.

#poto 25 #sierra boggess #ramin karimloo #poto musical #phantom of the opera #the phantom of the opera

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chronicwhorebatman · 1 year

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uhhhh could u pls pls tell me ur hcs (if u have them) about the batfamilys hairstyles thru the years. do u believe in long hair discowing?? whats jasons hair like as robin vs red hood? give me a whole timeline if u want

you know what? hell yeah.

long post so here’s a cut

bruce. bruce, in his childhood, had the same haircut the whole time!! then his mother died and she cut it for him so for about a year and a half (nearing 10 years old) he had this steadily growing mop of hair that was not cleaned or brushed. occasionally alfred would attempt to get it clean but bruce would hiss like a feral cat so it didn’t get very far

THEN he shaved most of his hair off because it was unsalvageable to a nearly ten year old

then he had a FUCK TON of teenage mistakes. including bleached slightly long hair, although he kept it short at the back because bruce in my head never wants to revisit his Grief Hair phase <33 there were a lot more mistakes but i don’t have those pinpointed but i haven’t decided on them yet! know that he had frosted tips at one point though. it’s important to me.

as an adult he has the regular ass haircut he has in every comic lmao. as bruce it’s just neatly combed, as brucie it’s always sleep-mussed or sex-mussed, and as matches malone his hair is slicked back with so much gel it fucking drips. as matches malone he is a slimy little disgusting rat by design. in his secret drag persona he wears a wig like a coward.

dick. as a kid, dick has the same haircut as his father, whatever that might be!! he’s a baby mimicry and it’s adorable. he also briefly copied his mother’s hair only to discover it took way too much work

the father part also applies to bruce! although i don’t believe dick saw bruce as his father until he was well on his way into adulthood i do believe that he copied his haircut. i will not explain this clash with anything other than imagining dick as a tiny bruce clone is hilarious

discowing era dick had a mullet and bruce hated every second of it.

after that i think dick had short hair but quite floppy round the front? like lotta fringe <33

baby jason is continually fascinated w dick’s hair <33333

jason. jason had relatively short hair when bruce found him but it was growing longer (did not have money for a haircut) but he got it cut when he got adopted. unfortunately he now also has bruce hair because he didn’t care what his hair looked like because he was busy being excited about robin

after he died his hair grew out a bit because when he was comatose nobody was looking after him :(

w the league they shaved his hair because it was kinda gross tbh. he had shaved hair for a while

he grew it back out to what he generally looks like in comic panels, fuck if i know what that’s called. unfortunately the fucker shaved it again at the beginning of being red hood. jason your hair is pretty stop doing this

he then did a whole lot of things to get rid of his white streak from shaving to dying to threatening to colouring it in with sharpie. jokes on him it takes less than 12h to come off <333

tim. tim has had one haircut his entire life! it’s your average white boy haircut.

damian. damian is baby and has only had one haircut. he vaguely resembles a spiky hedgehog.

steph. not batfamily (unless by marriage <3) but including here because my hcs for cass and duke are also “they have had one haircut their whole life” mainly because my brain broke when i tried to picture anything else :/ i’ll leave my brain to marinate on cass and duke and get back to you because i also love them and this feels so bland

ANYWAY steph has long blonde hair then she cuts it into a bob then grows it out again. the cycle continues unless she cuts her hair a lot shorter! which she keeps for longer because she doesn’t like the half grown in half grown out look! then it’s back to the cycle <333

alfred has never had different hair ever. my brain also broke trying to picture it

#batfamily #bruce wayne #dc #dcu #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #i didn’t attach enough to everyone else to tag them #trixie’s headcanons #trixie’s character headcanons #trixie’s dick headcanons #trixie’s batman hcs #trixie’s jason hcs #trixie’s steph hcs #trixie’s batfam hcs #i didn’t want to make that tag damn

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 years

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The Unknown Quantity Part Five

A Stranger Things Fanfiction

By: dwobbitfromtheshire

un·known quan·ti·ty

/ˌənˈnōn ˈkwän(t)ədē/

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noun

a person or thing whose nature, value, or significance cannot be determined or is not yet known.

Part Five

When they made it to the Wheeler house they discovered that the guns weren't there because the upside down was in the past, stuck on the same day Will went missing. Meanwhile Steve learned that he could hear Dustin talking to Lucas on the other side. They soon discovered that they could use the particles of light floating around the light fixtures to communicate with the others. It must have been how Will had communicated with his mom. They used Holly's Lite Brite as a communication device where Dustin told them about his theory. There was a gate at each murder site. Dustin didn't hold back when he told them to get down there.

"Jesus Christ, this kid's gotta get his ego in check," Steve said.

"It's his tone, right?" Eddie asked him.

"He's been like that since he learned to start talking," Wendy said rolling her eyes.

"Oh yeah, you've been dealing with this longer than we have," Steve said sympathetically and Eddie patted her on the shoulder. "You live with it."

They took upside down bikes and rushed off to Eddie's trailer, where Chrissy had died. They found the creepy crack in the ceiling of the trailer and poked a hole through it, tossing up a make shift rope made of bedsheets through it. They pulled Eddie's obviously stained mattress out. They didn’t have to guess what they were from.

"Those stains are, uh, I don't know what those stains are," Eddie sheepishly, trying not to look at Wendy in the eyes.

"Don't worry, Eddie, guys aren't the only ones who masturbate," Wendy replied.

"They aren't?" Steve and Eddie asked with surprise.

"Wow, either you failed health class or health class failed you," Wendy quipped, Nancy and Robin snickered. "Maybe after this is all over, we can have a private session and I can teach you all about the female anatomy."

Eddie gulped and stared at her with wide eyes. They've been dating for a month and Eddie had been patient about the not having sex yet. He had been really great about it, in fact. Not that she hadn't thought about it because she has but it was the idea of someone seeing her naked that made her nervous. She trusted Eddie and she knew that he would be the one to not judge her for anything like the fact that she wasn't quite as skinny as other girls like Nancy and Robin. She usually wore sweaters to hide it but since she took hers off her undershirt showed off a little more than usual and she was suddenly very aware of that. She could tell that Eddie noticed too.

"I would like that very much, Miss Henderson," he said trying to sound confident but his voice sounded higher than normal.

Robin was the first one to climb up the makeshift rope then Wendy nudged Eddie forward along with Nancy. It was only Wendy and Steve now. Wendy started to climb up the rope but instead of coming out the other side she fell into an empty pool covered in vines. Oh, shit, she was inside Vecna's curse.

Wendy saw Barb lying in the pool, a slimy vine slithering out of her mouth. She screamed as blood poured down the sides of the pool. This wasn’t happening, this couldn't be happening. Fuck.

"You didn't go with them that night, Wendy, why is that? Because you were tired? Was that your excuse for letting Barb die? Maybe if she had someone there to back her up then maybe she would still be alive," a voice came out of the darkness and Vecna came rushing up to her. "You and your boyfriend are much the same. You are both cowards."

Wendy screamed again. Meanwhile, Steve was in the upside down trying to shake her out of her trance.

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things s4 #stranger things #eddie munson x sister!reader #eddie munson lives #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson #dustin henderson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #jospeh quinn #joe keery #max mayfield lives #max mayfield

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sirsen · 2 years

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Would error ever try to skip out for a night? End up in a town bar just outside the walls, trying to drink to forget for a bit that he has to bed the octopus king. Maybe even has some of Nightmare's subject start to jeer a bit and call him a coward.

Nightmare's knights finding their new king in a bar fight and having to get him back to the castle. Maybe as killer or someone helps error back, error just sighs and mentions "god, he's going to be so slimy."

I mean, Error does have the freedom to leave the castle (as long as he returns, of course), so he would probably leave for some fresh air one night. I don't know if he would go drinking, though. I see him more as the type to drown his sorrows away in chocolate, rather than any drinks that will make him tipsy.

Also, yeah, Nightmare's subjects don't have a very desirable opinion of Error. Since this would be around when he first moved to Nightmare's castle, they will likely call him a coward to his face, which he doesn't really mind if they have a death wish.

lol yeah, Error will NOT be looking forward to the risk of having to touch Nightmare's goop. That will probably be the first boundary he sets, no tentacles! XD

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megamind2010 · 1 year

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13 and 34. hater time

already answered 13

34. Which retcon do you hate the most?

in terms of retcons that have stuck around i have a genuine hatred for always-evil max lord. if he's going to be evil now and kill ted and whatnot then surely it's more interesting and emotionally effective if people did think he was their friend rather than the stupid "oh we never liked max he was always scummy" like YEAH he was a slimy little amoral used car salesman but he also was their friend? that panel from jla #40 where he says he'd rather disband the team than see another one of HIS FRIENDS die? make it so that he was corrupted by kilg%re or whatever shit was happening to him in the late 90s but keep the fact that he liked the jli and THEY LIKED HIM!!! it's so much more interesting to be betrayed by someone you used to love than to be like wellll who cares because he was always a dick and we didn't like him. other worst retcon is pretending that the gladys thing from fkatjl was a joke. coward

#thank you for facilitating my hater nature

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fangirlincorporate · 2 years

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My thoughts while reading Ch 50

I feel like a complete asshole saying this, but Hiyori doesn’t have any idea about what to do with injuries despite wanting to be a doctor and having a highly prestigious doctor as a father? (at least I think he is).

I know it’s not common knowledge so I shouldn’t be so harsh with that mindset. I think I just have it ingrained in my mind what the basics are due to the training I have so when other people don’t know I have genuine confusion as to how they don’t. But again she is a child so it should be expected.

I think I have an idea as to where this is going now. She’s going to lose herself in the despair of what’s going on around her. That earlier scene with her giving Yato the beat down also got me thinking. Why doesn’t Yato teach her ways to defend herself in her actual body? After everything that’s happened up until now has that not been a thought in anyones mind?

I’m still wondering why Yato went chasing after his dad only to not really fight him. There really must be something only he knows about. Which he should just tell Yukine what it is, but what do I know. Communication on the battlefield is important. He knows this. But instead he’s letting his dad hit him.

He even went so far as to put his arm in front of Yukine. Now I really want to know what Koto’s abilities are that are making Yato hold back. What the heck is going on.

But also what’s this bit about his father saying he’s not the real enemy? Is there another hidden plot coming to the surface or is this just another manipulation tactic? Or was he just implying that Bishamon is the enemy since she comes in the next page?

Ah yes Bisha to the rescue, but Koto high tailed it out of there faster than a bat out of hell. Too busy sneaking around in the shadows like a coward to face his enemies head on.

I know he’s not afraid of her. He’s just a slimy rat wanting to stay in the dark. 😤

Again with them fighting. You’re on the same side guys! You just have different ideals. It’s a love hate relationship through and through.

But Yato is even worried about Bisha being unable to defeat his father. Just what is this dude capable of!? There is no way he’s genuinely stronger than Yato or Bisha. Mizuchi must have a really powerful ability that makes him on par with the Gods. I’m still a little lost on how he, a mortal, has lived this long but I’ll put the pieces together eventually. It just doesn’t make sense to me yet. (I’m a bit slow don’t judge me)

Ah I see. Kind of. I need more than this to go off of to figure it all out. Does he cause blight? Or is it more than that? I guess I’ll read on to find out.

Even so without knowing his abilities I feel like Bisha could do some damage. She has Kazuma after all. Her shinki are all amazing in battle together. Yato should have more faith in her abilities and work on this crippling fear he has of his dad. He has to in order to protect the ones he loves most. OP ability or not.

Oi Oi uncalled for Hiyori 😭 it’s not his fault. Pull yourself together it will be okay.

And trash dad is all smug thinking he’s won. Yeah okay bud. You have seen nothing yet.

It’s definitely not going to go down like this but the idea of these two fighting makes me really sad. I know Hiyori is struggling, but somewhere in there she has to know it’s going to be okay. It always has been as long as Yato is there.

I bet this next chapter is gonna hurt.

#anime #anime blog #noragami #noragami stray god #yato #yukine #iki hiyori #yatonoragami #yatogami #hiyori iki #noragami yato #yato god

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theherosreturn · 1 year

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(A.N. Well, I wasn’t exactly trying to make Scarmiglione, Barbariccia, and Cagnazzo “likable” per say, mostly just accurate to how they are in FFXIV, so…yeah. Rubicante still hasn’t shown his full personality, only really showing his manipulation skills, so I’d put a pin on his case until he’s initially fought (and what lead up to it is here) Also, again, I’m mostly just importing how they are in FFXIV itself, especially in personality (Scarmiglione is quite a slimy ambushes, Barbariccia is hot headed as heck, and Cagnazzo is battle-crazy but not an idiot, while Rubicante is…more complex), So..yeah)

(Overall, the night was…peaceful for a change. Course, the next day, they went back to business, they opted to use the surplus of time to reinforce the base, though some would, while away from the base, receive…letters? Purple letters emblazoned with a fire pattern…as befitting the Autarch of Flame, sending the letters in a formal request for a duel between him and everyone he sent a letter, totaling the 10 members he sees the most promise and potential in (Jackrow included, but not including Bradley, the one member he fought before) at a very specific nearby mountaintop…though oddly/interestingly, he said that of they wish to, they can bring Bradley along if they want to and he won’t judge)

(A.N. Yes, Rubicante is requesting a duel instead of just attacking, and won’t mind if they bring my WoL along despite him not being requested for the duel. Given the circumstances, I imagine he would do that instead of an ambush if he could)

(Note: I actually meant as in how broken and OP they seem because when he teleported INSIDE the meeting room, I found it incredibly stupid since that meeting place is literally and physically impossible to get into unless given permission by Cosmic Sam himself)

*Jackrow, Luz, Melony, Diana, Goldie, Molly, Uzi, N, V, and Hank were the ones invited to this duel and had decided to bring Bradley along since he's most likely familiar with how this guy fights*

Serial designation V: This guy better not run and hide away like a little b**** just like his friends did as well...And before you all correct me, I know what Bradley said but it still feels like they're just running away like cowards...And not even in the fun way either...

#Multiversal Fusion #Cosmicverse #adventureverse #adventureverse: cosmicverse #Chaos-verse

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sourdough-morbread · 3 years

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i cant believe im writing something in which agravaine is actually a good person. it feels blasphemous

#a journal of purple #b:rrau #he is also dead when the fic starts #but like his death and stuff surrounding is important #we just see him thoguth arthurs memories #like yeah he is a coward and slimy #but at the end of the day he was willing to die for his nephew #terrified of it but still willing

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deathbydabi · 3 years

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— ❝ 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 ❞

my hero academia

pairing. pro hero!bakugou x villain!reader

word count. 4k

warnings. kidnapping, mentions of drugging, dub-con, sub!bakugou, dom!reader, tentacles oh my, bondage, anal penetration (m. receiving), edging, deep throating aforementioned tentacles hello

Darkness. That's the first thing Katsuki becomes aware of as he's drawn slowly from the tender thralls of a deep, dreamless sleep. Even as his heavy eyes blink open, there's not a hint of light, only deep, inky blackness that surrounds and consumes him.

For a moment, he thinks he must be in his bed, waking in the middle of the night for one reason or another. But that belief is abruptly snuffed out when he attempts to move and finds that none of his limbs will cooperate. No— there's something holding him down, something cold and metal around each of his wrists and ankles, restricting his movement.

The air around him chills his skin as he realizes the dangerously compromising position he's in, spread eagle and locked down against a cool slab of something hard and flat. Metal? Stone? He couldn't quite tell.

Confusion settles in his bones.

"W– what the—?" the young hero chokes hoarsely, words slurring on his heavy tongue. His throat is painfully dry, and his head is throbbing, symptoms vaguely similar to a bad hangover, but far more intense.

"He lives."

Katsuki's head jerks at the low purr that ripples through the air around him, narrowed vermillion eyes fervently searching through the opaque darkness.

"T– the hell is this? What's going on?" He growls, head swiveling uselessly as soft footsteps echo in his ears.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" The voice is light, taunting, and it only riles him up more, stroking the flames of anger and frustration flickering inside of him.

"Stop fucking with me and show yourself, coward." The blonde spits viciously, yanking against his sturdy binds.

Laughter comes, trickling impishly from unseen lips.

"'Coward'?" Katsuki gasps in shock, not expecting the whisper to come from so near, not expecting the rush of warm breath that washes over the shell of his ear. Vague recognition flickers in the back of his mind, but it's gone before he can fully grasp it. "I'm not sure that's quite the right word to describe me."

It clicks in an instant, the void in his memory suddenly flooding with the events of the previous day.

The villains. The fight. Being snatched up some strange, alien-like tent—

His eyes widen in realization, before a deep scowl contorts his features. "Tentiplicity."

The sound of your villain name rolling off his lips in a low growl of disgust draws a delighted hum from the depths of your chest. An otherworldly purple glow suddenly thrums through the darkness, illuminating your smirking face, mere inches above his. "Not as slow as you look, sweetheart."

Katsuki roars, thrashing wildly. "Release me immediately you slimy fuck!"

A teasing grin curls across your lips, your finger toying with a lock of his thick, blonde hair. "Now what fun would that be?"

His head whips around and you move your hand just in time before his jaws snaps shut around empty air.

"Oooo, snappy." You laugh boldly, and he can only gasp helplessly as your grip returns with vengeance, fingers digging roughly into his jaw, nails biting deep, red crescents into his pale skin. He hisses at the sharp sting, teary eyes glaring up at you defiantly.

"Bad dog," you purr, the slow cadence of your voice thick and sultry, "maybe I should muzzle you."

"Try it, octo-bitch. See what happens."

You grin down at him in wild amusement. "You're a feisty one. Should've figured that out by the way you fought: blasting apart everything in your path. It was pretty hot, actually. Impressive, too."

"Yeah? That was nothing. Why don't you untie me and I'll show you some real explosions."

"Tempting. But I must admit you look rather ravishing like this: all spread out and oh-so vulnerable. I'd quite like to enjoy it for a little while longer, if you don't mind." Something warm and smooth caresses his thigh, and Katsuki yelps at the sight of your glowing, purple tentacle tracing a slow pattern down the length of his leg.

"G– get that thing away from me!" He demands, unable to do more than squirm helplessly as the strange appendage ventures curiously across his restrained body. Strangely, he feels his skin heat where it touches him directly, a not entirely unpleasant tingling sensation rippling through him. "What the fuck— i– is that—" he grunts through tightly clenched teeth, fighting against the inescapable warmth that curls in his gut.

"That, my trigger happy hostage, is another perk of my quirk." Your voice is lilting, and the young hero gasps as a second tentacle winds tightly around his muscular upper thigh. All at once he finds himself breathless, the fire beneath his skin burning like a damn inferno. He can feel it building up inside of him, like an oncoming explosion, building up, building up, hotter and hotter— but with no escape. His hands flex, desperate to release some of the intense pressure, to activate his quirk and let all out, only to discover that he can't.

"W— why can't I— ngh!" Katsuki's back arches, a desperate cry wretched from the back of his throat.

There's a sadistic glint in your eyes. "Oh, you're really feeling it now, aren't you, beautiful?"

The fiery blonde roars in frustration as your taunting persists, vulgar curses spewing relentlessly from his quivering mouth. "You fucking— ah!— s– shitty woman! W– what are you tr— trying to d– to do?!"

"Isn't it obvious?" You tease, rounding the platform until you're standing behind his head, leering down at him with dark eyes that make his body feel strangely weak. Gasping for breath, he can only muster a half hearted glare that's negated by the deep flush of red that pools into his cheeks with his rapidly rising temperature. "I'm getting you all hot and horny, baby. Turning those beautiful brains to mush inside that pretty little head."

"Ngh—! F– fucking perverted octopus b– bitch." He barks out a wry, biting laugh. "Like hell your slimy ass could even get me half hard."

You dip down, and Katsuki subconsciously holds his breath as your nose brushes over his, before you move further and suddenly your lips are against his ear, teeth nipping at the sensitive shell.

"Wanna bet?"

The young pro hero can only shriek as a warm, silky tentacle ventures beneath the fabric of his pants, teasing the distinctive bulge straining upright against the tight confines of his underwear. "S– shit—!"

"Ooh," you chuckle lowly as his head kicks back, mouth gaping in a silent moan, "feels pretty hard to me, darling. And I've barely even begun."

"T– that's not—!" He tries to spit out an argument, but there's not a thing he can say as his body eagerly responds to the stimulation, clothed dick growing harder and harder as the grip around it grows tighter and hotter. He feels himself choking on his own words, brain working at a million miles an hour to try and figure out why the hell it feels so damn good. A disgusting tentacle attached to a disgusting woman. He shouldn't be this fucking turned on.

"Ugh, these damn pants are getting in the way." You grumble petulantly under your breath. Katsuki barely has time to process the complaint before the sound of ripping fabric fills the air, and the entirety of his lower regions are exposed to your ravenous gaze.

"H– hey!" He snaps, thrashing uselessly once more.

"Oh, look at you," you gasp softly, reaching across his body to trail a curious finger over his arousal. He's long, thick, and so damn pretty— his swollen head just the loveliest shade of pink, glistening with bubbling beads of precum as they leak innocuously from his weeping slit. "Look how wet you are, baby. All that from just a bit of teasing? What an easy little slut you are~"

Your purring insults make Katsuki twitch, his cock spilling out a new load of precum.

"Fuck you." He grits out roughly, dull nails biting into the palms of his tightly fisted hands.

You offer him a devilish grin. "On the contrary, darling," you're moving again, and he can only watch with rapt attention as you position yourself between his spread legs, tentacles pulsing out from the base of your spine and curling around his thighs, "fuck you."

Katsuki cries out as one of your alien-like appendages engulfs the full length of his cock. It's warm and tight, squeezing and thrumming, and it's too damn much. "Holy fucking shit—" he chokes brokenly, gasping for breath as it's stolen clean from his chest, "holy fuck that's t– tight."

You shiver in delight, moaning softly at the intrusion. "I feel you, baby. I feel you."

An uncharacteristic mewl shudders from the pro-hero's lips, now wet with his own drool, glistening temptingly even as he catches one tightly between his teeth, desperate to stifle the embarrassing sounds brewing up inside of him. The sensation is like nothing he's ever experienced before.

Your knee meets the metal platform with a soft thud and all at once you're above him, a predatory glint in your blown, hooded eyes, tongue dragging slowly over the flesh of your lower lip as you take in his heady expression. "God. Look at that face," you nearly growl, fingers gripping at his chin, "makes me want to fucking ruin you."

"Not a f– fucking chance, you mutant bi– bitch."

"Still being stubborn, eh?" You sigh, raising an unamused brow. His glare was unrelenting, refusing to be broken. But you could see through it, see the lust pooling deep in his heavy eyes, the needy flush of pink in his blushing cheeks, feel the throbbing of his aching cock and the unrelenting outpour of arousal rolling off of him in thick, intoxicating waves. "That's alright. At least your body's honest."

A sudden pressure on his cock has Katsuki keening, an unexpected tightness around his tip making his hips buck uncontrollably, desperately seeking out the delicious rush of pleasure that your tentacle sent rushing through his every nerve ending. Sucking— it feels like you're sucking him— the realization sends the pro-hero into a tailspin.

"H– how are you— ngh, fuck— doing t– that?" He groans, voice gritty and animalistic where it rumbles in the back of his throat, laced with sharp, heavy moans that break through his resistance. "Feels— so weird— damnit."

"The suction?" You're panting above him, grin wide and feral. "That's nothing; just wait 'til I'm inside you."

"Til your wha— mph!" You don't give him the opportunity to question you any further as you drop down and slot your lips hungrily into his, unable to resist the temptation of the swollen flesh any longer.

Katsuki resists, but only for a moment, the defiant grunts melting into weak, pliant moans as your tongue invades his warm mouth. His eyes are fluttering shut before he even realizes what's happening, his lips and tongue responding to the demanding pressure of your heated kiss. It's messy and deep, and he's gasping helplessly for air by the time you finally pull away, a thin string of saliva connecting your lower lips. The positively debauched expression he rewards you with draws a low purr of delight from the depths of your chest, and you can't resist stuffing his wet, panting mouth with your fingers.

He grunts, glaring up at you, but his lips close around the digits nonetheless, tongue flicking almost uncertainly over the soft pads of the invading digits.

"That's a good boy," you praise, tentacle tightening around his cock.

"Fuck off and die." He spits, voice tapering off into a strained groan as the heat in his stomach intensifies. He's close, he knows it. You know it. If you don't let up soon, he'll bust within the next few minutes. But, that would spoil all your fun. And you can't let that happen, now can you?

Unable to resist any longer, Katsuki's hips buck, fucking up into the warmth of your tentacle, chasing his rapidly approaching release. "Oh fuck— I'm g– gonna—" he's gasping, eyes rolling as the coil in his stomach tightens abruptly and he—

No! He nearly cries out as all at once you're gone, his cock left abandoned and throbbing against his stomach, still heavy and swollen with his oncoming release.

"You bitch," he grits, eyes flaring with rage as his body twitches and shudders, trying to process his stolen high, ripped away from him ever so cruelly, "you shitty fucking mutant."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you coo condescendingly, caressing your knuckles over his crimson cheeks in a gesture meant to both soothe and taunt, "were you about to come?"

The young hero snarls, jerking against his restraints. "I'll blast you to fucking bits when I get out of here, you fucking hear me? I'll fucking kill you! Turn your ass into fucking calamari, you sadistic octopus bitch!"

The unabashed amusement dancing in your eyes only infuriates him further as he barks out as many colorful expletives and creative insults as his brain can conjure. It's impressive really, in how many different ways he can express his bratty anger at being denied his orgasm. But all of his bitching and raging comes to an abrupt end when he feels something prodding at his entrance.

"H– hey!" His voice cracks as his eyes go from narrowed slits to wide and frantic at the unfamiliar sensation. "W— where do you think you're t– touching?!"

"Relax, hero," you tease, and Katsuki yelps as a warm, wet substance is spread over his hole, "it'll feel good. Unless... you don't think you can handle it?"

His legs instinctively try to clamp shut but are forced to remain open by the sturdy restraints still locked around his ankles. "Shut up! Do I look like some kinda wuss to you? I can handle it!" He snaps before he can really think it over, his competitive nature getting the better of him. A subtle smirk curls at the corners of your lips.

"Then prove it."

For a moment, he only glares. But then his hips shift, legs opening as much as the cuffs will allow, and you nearly drool upon realizing that he's presenting himself to you. He's so pretty that it's almost dizzying, his red, aching cock weeping all over the flat plain of his lower belly, his cute little hole on display and fluttering at the promise of what was to come. He's the picture of submission, all wound up and ready to be ruined. Willing, and all yours for the taking.

You're staring persists for a few seconds too long and Katsuki feels heat rushing into his face before he barks out an impatient, "well?! You gonna keep staring or are you gonna put it in, octo–bitch?"

"Oh you're just begging to get fucked stupid." You growl under your breath, licking over the ridges of your teeth.

Katsuki sneers, glowering up at you through his furrowed brow. "Do your worst, you slimy fuck."

"With pleasure."

His back bows off of the platform, mouth opening in a silent moan as he feels himself being breached by the tentacle. It's only the tip, less than a finger's width, its natural excretion of a slick, gelatinous substance negating the need for any other lubricant. But it's enough that the young hero feels it, feels the intrusion, feels the unfamiliar stretch. It's foreign and the tiniest bit painful, but with the pain comes pleasure, and he can't help the pathetic whimper that escapes the raw flesh of his lips.

"Fucking hell your tight," you hiss, feeling the way his virgin walls clamp down around your invading appendage like a fucking vice, "god damn, baby. It's only the tip. How're you gonna take any more?"

"I can!" He snaps quickly in retaliation, panting harshly as his hips shudder. "I can take more. Stop u– under– underestimating me, you b– bitch. Just fucking shove it in already!"

Desire coils in your belly, eyes darkening with something feral and depraved. "You asked for it, hero."

Without any further hesitation, you thrust inside of him, filling his tight heat to the brim. Katsuki screams, head kicking back as a sinful cocktail of pleasure and pain send flames coursing through his veins, tiny explosions crackling at his fingertips.

You let out a sound of amazement.

The quirk stifling drug you'd given him while he was knocked out was meant to last for at least five hours. You had never seen anyone able to counteract its effects like that, especially in such a short time. The amount of power contained in the young hero's muscular body must be fucking immense. The realization only invigorates you further, turned on by the fact that you'd been able to take down such a powerhouse and turn him into a moaning, drooling mess, begging to be filled up, to be fucked senseless.

"Oh fuck—" he sobs, pretty tears glistening on his lash line, "it's s– so much, I— I'm gonna f– fucking break."

"Come on," you urge, wicked intent blazing in your vicious, wild-eyed stare, "you said you could take it! So fucking take it, hero. Take all of it."

A wail is ripped from his throat as the tentacle inside of him pulses, thrusting deep before evacuating to the very tip only to plunge back inside.

It's fucking ruthless, the pace you set borderline pulverizing. Katsuki's head is spinning, broken moans spewing messily from his drooling mouth, filling the air around him with lewd sounds of pleasure. His swollen cock bounces with every harsh thrust, a thick pool of glistening precum covering the expanse of his belly. You dip down, moaning as you drag your tongue through the thick, bitter substance, letting the taste of your prey fill your eager mouth.

"Oh," he's mewling, frantically grinding his hips, trying fruitlessly to match your relentless pace, "oh fuck please— please—"

His broken pleas make you purr in delight. "What a good little slut, asking so nicely to get his guts rearranged. Want it harder, baby? Faster? Tell me; I might just be kind enough to provide."

"Fu–uck you." He moans out, chest heaving as he swallows down ragged, uneven breaths between deafening cries of pleasure.

So stubborn, you click your tongue, astounded that even as he's being pounded into oblivion, he's still got some fight left in him. It's half annoying, half hot, and entirely a challenge that you're more than happy to take on.

"Wrong answer." You sigh in faux disappointment, pulling out. The emptiness he feels is staggering.

"No! No– wait, please— I— oh god, please." He babbles out desperate pleas, panic written across his face.

"Please, what?" You press, raising a questioning brow.

He growls, conflicted, stuck between his stubborn pride and the need for release. "P— please," he finally manages to grumble out, voice rough and strained from all his moaning, "please... fuck me. I need it. I need it so bad."

A shiver of excitement and triumph ripples down your spine, a wide grin splitting your lips. "That's all you had to say, baby."

The relief that rushes through him as he feels you fill him up once more is unexplainable, the explosive pleasure that follows suit even more so. In no time at all he's screaming, body jerking with each violent thrust of your tentacle into his tight ass. You're pounding into that sensitive bundle of nerves with deadly precision, and Katsuki swears he's melting, his brain unable to process anything other than the intense pleasure that's consuming every inch of his being.

His tongue lolls out from between his lips, and you can't resist the invitation, stuffing that bratty mouth full of another tentacle. You feel him choke around it, the oral intrusion completely unexpected, but he gets the memo quickly enough, tongue getting to work lapping and swirling. It tastes surprisingly sweet, and he quickly grows addicted, suckling on the tentacle like it's a thick cock bruising the back of his eager throat.

"Shit, that's hot." You hiss, watching drool and essence dribble messily from the corners of his gaping mouth.

The vibration of his heady moans make you shiver, biting your own lip to stifle the sounds of bliss that threaten to break from your chest. You can feel everything, every sensation, from the tight grip of his walls to the sloppy strokes of his tongue, and it's almost overwhelming. Your head is hazy with pleasure, and you can't stop yourself from grinding your hips down against the thick meat of his thigh, hungry for as much friction as you can get.

"You gonna cum, hero? Gonna let a villain make you cum, huh? Gonna let a villain fuck you stupid?" You taunt through gritted teeth. Katsuki nods dumbly, gurgling around your tentacle as his hips buck, staring up at you through hooded eyes, pupils blow so wide you could barely make out the harsh red of his irises. "Fucking cum then, you filthy slut."

That's all he needs, spine arching as he screams, shooting out a massive load. It splatters over his chest and stomach, a few drops even managing to reach his throat and chin. And it doesn't stop, spurt after spurt pouring from his throbbing cock as his body writhes.

"C– can't s– stop—" he gasps out, barely coherent, eyes rolling to the back of his skull, "I can't f– fucking st– sto–op— c– cumming—oh god—"

The amount of cum coating his body by the time his dick finally stops twitching and his trembling body goes limp is mind boggling.

"Holy shit." You murmur breathlessly, pulling out of his fluttering heat. Katsuki whines weakly, though he can't tell whether from sheer over sensitivity or the cold emptiness that he's left with once you're gone from inside of him.

Maybe both. Probably both.

But he doesn't have much time to ponder it, feeling his consciousness rapidly slipping away from him. Oh god, was he seriously going to pass out? No, he couldn't— he was still strapped down, and god only knew what you were going to do to him now. But there's nothing he can do, the exhaustion seeping through his every limb too great to fight.

Before he can fully succumb to the gentle thralls of a blissed out sleep after possibly the most mind blowing orgasm of his entire life, he feels you dip down, lips caressing the shell of his ear as you whisper softly,

"Now that... was one hell of an explosion."

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Katsuki shoots upwards with a gasp, head whipping around violently as he prepares himself for a fight.

But, he's shocked to discover that he's in his own room, tucked safely beneath the thick covers of his own bed.

For a moment, he can only sit in confusion.

Was... was it a dream?

A loud groan rips through his chest as he buries his face in his palms, heat throbbing through his cheeks as his brain replays the pornographic scenes that had unraveled in his head.

Oh god. Had he seriously had a sex dream about a fucking villain? How fucked up was he?

Throwing the covers off of his body with more force than necessary, the pro hero moves to hop off his bed with every intention of banishing the filthy dream from his mind forever, only to pause upon noticing a small slip of hot pink paper on his bedside table.

"The hell...?" He grumbles in confusion, plucking up the nearly folded note and reading over its contents.

Hey Hero

Last night was fun, hope you're not too sore. Might've gone a little rough on you there. Didn't think you'd pass out, but hey, that was one hell of a cumshot so I can't say I really mind.

Your cute little friend Izuku was really concerned about your disappearance after the fight, but I reassured him you'd gotten plenty of attention and were in tip top shape. He was SUCH a sweetheart, I hope you don't mind but I even got his number!

Do you think he likes calamari?

— love, Tentiplicity ♡

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Chaotic as The Sea (3/?)

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3k Warning: swearing, violence Part Summary: The Black Pearl arrives in Bimini and as any adventure with Jack Sparrow, there’s chaos

Masterlist

Two days later...

Will

We arrive at Bimini as the sun begins to set. Y/N and Barbosa argue that we should wait until sunrise to explore the island. I argue that we can't waste another minute without trying to rescue Elizabeth. Jack, to my surprise, agrees that we shouldn't wait. Though, I think his reasoning is because he wants to see the fountain.

Barbosa, Jack, Gibbs, Ragetti, Pintel, Y/N, and I all hop off the boat to explore the island. Gibbs, Will, and Pintel all carry long torches for us as the only sources of light.

"Okay, so I know the general direction, but unless you feel like risking the chance of getting lost, which I don't, I suggest we use the compass," Y/N announces.

"I thought you were certain of the fountain's location," Barbosa remarks a tad agitated.

"Every tree and speck of white sand look exactly the same. Next trip, I'll drop your ass in a jungle in the middle of the night and tell you to find your way out!" She snaps.

"Okay, well then let's use the compass." Ragetti takes the compass of Jack's belt and hands it to Y/N.

The device begins to spin in her hand and Ragetti peeks over her shoulder. Jack quietly moves to stand beside her, wishing to catch a glimpse of himself.

Abruptly, Y/N shuts the compass and frantically tries to get rid of it. "Oh uh, no it's okay, Jack can take it." She tosses it to him.

"Me?" He looks at her wide-eyed and panicky. "No, give it to Will! He wants to find the bloody place." He tosses it to me.

"What's wrong with you two?" Barbosa yells in frustration.

"The compass doesn't work for them," I state.

"Seriously!" Y/N huffs.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Barbosa questions.

"When Jack holds it the arrow points to Y/N," I explain pointing between them.

"Who told you that!" Jack questions.

Then, Jack and Y/N both glare at Gibbs. "Gibbs!" They bark in unison.

The older man holds up his hands in surrender.

"Well, why can't Y/N do it?" Pintel questions timidly, circling his hands together.

"Why can't Will just bloody do it and we can move on!" The woman challenges.

Jack nods. "I'm with her on this one."

I sigh. "When Y/N holds it, it points toward whatever she wants so bad in New France."

"But isn't New France North of here?" Ragetti questions.

"Yes!" The rest of us answer in unison.

His face scrunches together in confusion. "But uh-"

Y/N elbows Ragetti in the ribs. "Shut it!" She's quick to change the subject. "Let's go! Will! I'll lead the way, you just act as a checker."

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30 minutes later...

Y/N

As the seven of us continue to march through the thick jungle, Jack appears beside me. "After we're finished in New France. I say you and I pay a visit to Tortuga for old time's sake."

I laugh. "Ha! Wish to relive our break-up?"

"Think of it as a celebration of our reunion," he tries to sugarcoat it.

I roll my eyes, laughing as I move ahead to join Will up front. "In your dreams!"

Ragetti

I pick up my pace to catch up with Pintel. "I know something you don't know!"

"What?" He eagerly asks.

"When Y/N was holding the compass, the arrow was pointing toward her," I whisper.

His face scrunches together. "Y/N desires herself?"

"No!" I huff. "Jack was standing next to her!"

He gasps, putting it all together. "So you mean-"

"Yes!"

He grins. "That's kinda sweet actually."

Y/N

"Now be careful!" I announce to the men, watching my step as we get closer to the mountainside. "The natives made pit traps and other boobytraps-"

Before I can finish my warning. Jack screams from the back of the group. When I whip my head around, Jack is nowhere to be seen. "For idiots like Jack," I sigh.

"Does anyone see him?" Will questions, moving his torch around.

"It's kind of dark!" Gibbs remarks.

"Thank Jack and Will for that! They refused to wait until morning," I grumble, marching back to where I last saw Jack.

"Jack!" We all call in a scatter as we search.

"Captain!" Gibbs shouts.

We all watch our steps, checking the heavily covered jungle floor and sky for any sign of him. He could be hanging from a tree in a net or in a hole somewhere. If it's deep enough and well covered, it'll be hard to hear him.

"This is ridiculous!" Gibbs huffs.

"I say we leave him and tell the crew some natives got him," Barbosa suggests.

"I have an idea," I announce as one pops into my head. "Give me the compass," I ask Will, holding out my head.

"But how will that help?" He questions with a raised brow.

I hold the compass in my palm and lift the lid. I watch as the arrow spins. Soon, each of the men are gathered around me in a circle, eager to catch a glimpse. Then, the arrow stops, pointing Southeast. The men break apart, allowing me to follow it.

"Watch your step," I advise.

I keep a close eye on the arrow, making sure it doesn't change direction. I'm about to take another step when Will suddenly grabs my arm. I glance ahead and realize there's a massive pit in front of me. Its edges were covered in leaves and brush.

"Oh, thanks," I exhale deeply.

"Captain! You down there?" Gibbs shouts down below, holding a torch above the massive pit.

I kneel down beside the pit and await an answer.

There's a faint, "Am I dead?"

I giggle and shout back. "No, you're not dead you idiot!"

"Pintel! Ragetti! Go fetch a rope from the ship!" Barbosa commands, sending the two off.

I laugh, relieved that Jack is okay. Based on the distant swooshing sound, the pit is filled with water thankfully, not spikes. This could've been a recovery mission. I sit back on my knees and glance up to find the remaining three men staring at me with knowing grins.

"What!" I sass, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Nothing," they all say, breaking apart to roam in different directions.

I roll my eyes, such nosy people, pirates.

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The men work together, yanking Jack up from the bottom of the pit. I remained to kneel beside the edge, holding up a torch so we can see Jack when he pops up.

"Ho!" Barbosa calls out as they tug the robe. "Ho!"

Soon, Jack appears from within the darkness and I grip his belt, guiding him to safety. The men release the rope and relax, releasing panting breaths.

"You okay? Captain!" Gibbs questions.

"Yeah," Jack flips onto his back, catching his breath, "yeah, I should be fine. How did you-" His eyes flicker about until his eyes land on the compass on the ground beside me.

"Ah, now that's interesting." A cheeky smirk begins to form on his face as he lifts his gaze to meet mine.

I shove him in the shoulder, frustrated. "I told you to watch where you were going!" He has no idea how worried I was.

"I was a tad distracted by you, Love," he chuckles.

My eyes fall shut as I release a sigh of relief. Thank God, he's okay.

Jack places his hand on my thigh, capturing me by surprise. His dark eyes meet might and I place my hand over his. He flips his over and they interlock in my lap. His eyes soften at the sight.

Suddenly, there's a series of yells from across the jungle. Each of us tosses our heads to the side and sees small glimmers of light in the distance. Jack flies up beside me from his laid position.

"Are they with us?" He questions.

There's the ring of a gunshot and the bullet hits the tree right by Barbosa's head.

"Don't think so!" Will declares, his voice shaky.

"Who are they?" I shout.

"Wait! They're Black Beard's men! I remember one of them. He's the one who took Elizabeth!" Will determines.

“How did they find the fountain?” Barbosa yells.

“He knew you’d come and find me!” I comprehend and look over at Jack. “He’s been following us here!”

Pintel and Ragetti immediately make a run for it.

“I’m with them, time to go!” Will decides and starts to run back to the ship.

Jack takes my hand and instantly brings me to my feet. We begin to run too, hand in hand.

“Cowards!” Barbosa shouts and stands his ground. He whips out his gun and begins to shoot at the mob. “Come and get it you slimy gits! Ha!” He laughs.

Running utterly blind in the dark jungle, there’s hardly any light other than that that can make it through the tree tops from the moon. We make it through the jungle and see the beach a few yards ahead. Will and the two morons make a bee-line for the ship, when they’re suddenly stopped by a cluster of Blackbeard’s men running from down the beach. Jack pulls me into his side and draws his sword.

Suddenly, I feel a hand wrap around my wrist and I’m yanked away from Jack. He immediately whips around and his eyes grow wide. My back slams into someone’s chest and I struggle to free myself. More of Blackbeard’s men appear from within the jungle and begin to fight Jack. Two men begin to drag me off and I fling around, trying to break free.

"Jack!" I scream. “Let me go you bastards!”

Jack searches for me and when he finally spots me, he screams. "No!" He looks at me pleading and full of guilt.

As more of Blackbeard’s men appear, we both quickly realize there’s nothing either of us can do. These morons are taking me to their ship, more than likely to see their captain and to be held prisoner. This is yet another reunion I did not request.

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After sailing out to the Queen Anne's Revenge a couple hundred yards from the island, the nasty men take me aboard and immediately drag me off to the captain’s quarters. They swing open the double doors below top deck and we enter a familiar red velvet decorated office.

A tall man stands behind the desk with his back to us. "And who do we have here?" A familiar voice purrs. When he spins around, his grin falls to confusion. "Y/N?"

"I told you! Idiots!" I huff and yank my arms free from his buffoons."Hi, Eddie," I offer a fake smile.

"Eddie?" The pair beside me repeat in unison.

The captain pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "How many times must I tell you?"

"You could hand me the Templar Treasure yourself, I won't call you Blackbeard. It's stupid," I laugh, approaching him.

"Leave us," he commands his minions. Once we’re allow, he moves to stand the other side of his desk. He props himself against it with a grin. "So, you and Jack are back together again..."

"No way in hell," I snicker, taking a look about his office. He’s changed it in the last five years. "He promised me he knew where the Templar Treasure was, I'm simply completing my half of the deal."

"Which is?" He inquires.

I stop my admiring of his decor to meet his gaze. "Showing him to the fountain."

"You would honestly betray me like that?" He acts offended my placing his hand against his chest.

"If it guaranteed me the Holy Grail? Yes,” I stand firm.

"Your loyalties still lie with that treasure? You truly are a pirate at heart,” he smirks. He rises from his position on the desk to pour us chalices of wine. As he approaches me, his eyes travel up and down my entirety. "Dare I say, you look amazing."

I accept the wine, but roll my eyes at his compliment. "Oh save it.”

He pouts dramatically. "What happened to the spirited eighteen-year-old I first met?” He reaches up and tucks strands of my hair behind my ear. “You're bitter now."

I lift my arm and knock his hand away from me. "It's called maturing."

"Have you matured enough to conclude that I'm the better man than Jack?" He smirks, stepping closer to me.

I move away from him and toward the book case against the far wall behind his desk. "I think I prefer neither of you,” I answer over my shoulder.

"One point, if I recall correctly, there was a point where you couldn't choose between us." He narrows his eyes, taking a sip of his wine as he creeps closer to me again. "Do you remember those few months in Bermuda?"

I shift of my heels, allowing my eyes to fall to the Persian rug beneath them. "It was always going to be him, Eddie..."

Abruptly, he rushes toward me and pins me against the bookcase. My wine falls out of my hand and stains the rug. "I could've had you if I wanted!" He growls.

I look him dead in the eyes with a clenched jaw. "You dare threaten me!”

He laughs mockingly. "What? Going to curse me?"

I grin. "That used to terrify you if I recall correctly."

"You're all bark and no bite. I happen to know for a fact, you don't practice dark magic!" He challenges.

"Just because I don't practice it, doesn't mean I don't know how to use it.”

There’s a commotion outside and soon the double doors swing open to reveal Jack marching in, gun drawn. While Eddie is distracted I pick up a vase off one of the shelves near me and I knock him over the head with it. The vase shatters into a hundred pieces over his head and the man falls to the ground with a thud at my feet. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I meet Jack’s gaze. His eyes flicker away from the man knocked out on the floor and up to me.

"I hate that I'm relieved to see you," I pant.

He runs over to me and takes my hand. "Consequence of loving me." He guides me over to one of the windows and swings it open. “Can you jump?”

I look at him as though he as three heads. “Can you jump? What kind of dumb question is that?” I mock. Then, I ask him a similar dumb question. “I don’t know Jack, can you swim?” I roll my eyes and climb up onto the windowpane and jump out.

“Jesus, Mary, and the bloody camel sorry for asking!” I hear him grumble under his breath as climbs out the window and jumps in after me.

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Jack

We’re not sure how we’ll get Elizabeth back, but we will. Though, I suspect that he was never after the fountain. No, what he truly wanted was Y/N and the fountain was just a cover-up. I brought her right to him. For now, we just need to create some distance between us so we can form a plan.

Y/N climbs the ladder above me and Gibbs helps her on board. She offers him a thank you and brushes herself down. The crew is well into their tasks, getting us far from this island as soon as possible.

“Glad to see you’re safe, Miss,” Gibbs greets.

“Did everyone make it back okay?” She questions as I climb aboard.

“Yes, even I,” Barbosa announces with a proud grin. “Not with the help of you lot,” he adds.

“Don’t exactly have a death wish,” she giggles.

“There’s a change of clothes for you in the Captain’s office,” Gibbs informs her.

She offers him thanks and begins toward my quarters. Barbosa and Gibbs break apart to return to their positions.

“You! Hold it!” I call out.

The two men glance in my direction, wondering who I’m speaking to. They follow my gaze to Y/N.

She whips her head around, her gorgeous, long, wavy, Y/H/C flowing in the breeze. She crosses her arms over chest. “Excuse me?” She scoffs with a grin forming on her lips.

I narrow my gaze at her. “I have one question.”

Barbosa and Gibbs watch the interaction, their heads tilting back and forth between us with each exchange. The crew too watches as they attempt to multitask with their duties. Her eyes remain on the deck panels and anywhere else but me.

“Did you know the compass would lead you to me?” I ask.

There’s a pause and I can tell she’s reluctant to answer despite the amused expression she wears. Then, her eyes rise to meet mine with a sigh. “Yes... maybe...”

I smirk, approaching her slowly. “Oh see now that’s interesting, don’t you think?”

“What? Just going to gloat about the ship now?” She rolls her eyes, directing her focus in the distance away from me.

I bring my hands up to her cup her face and make her meet my gaze. To my surprise and pleasure, she doesn’t move from her spot or shove me away. Instead, brings her fingers to hook through the loops of belt.

“You stay with me from now on. No more hiding out.” I smirk. “That’s an order,” I tease quietly between us.

“Whatever you say...” Her eyes fall to my lips and then flicker back to my eyes. She grins. “Captain.”

One my hands slips behind her head to her neck and I bring my lips to meet hers in a needy kiss. Her arms fling over my shoulders, deepening the kiss.

“Now they’re going to be insufferable!” I hear Barbosa grumble to Gibbs as he stomps off.

Five years of searching for her, waiting for, wondering if I’ll ever see her again. What happened between us all those years ago is one of my greatest regrets if not the biggest. Our relationship has never been easy, in fact it’s exceedingly complicated and one giant headache. We haven’t stopped arguing since the moment we met and rarely agree on anything. Yet, we love as we do argue with each other, passionately and with everything we have. Now that I have Y/N back and I know she loves me in return, I’m never letting her go. God help me if I let Blackbeard anywhere near her.

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#pirates of the caribbean #pirates of the carribean imagine #jack sparrow imagine #jack sparrow #jack sparrow fanfic #jack sparrow x reader #PotC #will turner #elizabeth swann

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unhealthyfanobsession · 2 years

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please please please cassian's reaction when nesta eventually finds someone (ERIS) who LOVES her in private and public as a continuation of the all too well prompt 🤍🤍🤍

Part 2 of THIS drabble

Oh FUCK me. I’ve had a few people ask for a second part to this but… yeah. This prompt sparked creative joy.

Nesta smiled, it didn’t reach her eyes, and it didn’t light up her entire face, but it was soft and genuine and public. It was real, that Cassian knew with certainty. Nesta didn’t know how to fake smile. Had never been interested in learning.

When he first heard that Nesta was attending Lucien and Elain’s engagement party with Lucien’s recently un-estranged half brother, he had thought it was a ploy. Some joke she and Elain had come up with to shock him into action. And it would have worked. Cassian knew what a coward he had been.

He would regret, until the day he died, not pulling Nesta tighter against him and swearing on every god he could think of that she was everything. Everything he had ever wanted. Everything he could ever want. Everything his skin and bones and very fucking soul screamed out for.

Cassian had realized, too late, that he would burn every other relationship in his life to dust if it meant he could still see Nesta. Still worship the holy chapel of her thighs, still taste the blessed nectar of her lips, still sit, stunned, in the enlightening mist of every brilliant thought that eddied though her brain and out of her mouth.

“It’s nice to see you,” Cassian said carefully, casually. Trying to ignore the way this other man tightened his pale hand on Nesta’s waist. The way Nesta rested her own palm over his. Gently reassuring.

“You too.” Now, Nesta tried to fake smile. A strange little grimace that sent the man at her side suddenly glaring at Cassian.

He knew her well enough to know her tells, then.

“This is Eris,” Nesta’s voice lighted slightly on his name. “Eris, this is Cassian. Feyre’s husband’s brother.”

Cassian had never been good at hiding his expressions, so he could only imagine what that statement had spreading across his face. The shock he felt experiencing the levels of distance she managed to put between herself and him with a single sentence.

Feyre’s. Husband’s. Brother.

It wasn’t like Cassian expected her to scream, this is Cassian. Best sex of my life. For sure my soulmate except he was a collosal idiot and lost the best thing he ever had. But she could've at least called him a friend. An acquaintance. Something that claimed him rather that sluffing him off on her sister.

“Good to meet you.” The other man’s confident voice and offered hand gave nothing away, but his eyes… the most unnerving shade of amber, tracked Cassian.

Both gripped the other’s palm too tightly.

“Sister picture!” Elain trilled, pulling on Nesta’s arm. Feyre was standing casually to Elain’s right, face fixed in a neutral smirk that seemed to tell Cassian, you made this mess. Fix it. Nesta looked up at Eris for help. His hand on her waist remained, but he smiled encouragingly at her.

Cassian hated the man then. Hated him for the way Nesta looked at him. The way she never let herself look at him, because he never gave her enough of himself.

“I’ll be here,” Eris smiled, slightly slimy and far too overconfident, but… Cassian couldn’t deny the softness in the otherwise hard man’s eyes when he looked at Nesta.

Nesta, who held his gaze for a moment before nodding and slipping off with her sisters to where the large photobooth was set up.

“You’ll never get her back.” Eris said casually, the second Nesta was out of ear shot.

“Excuse me?” Cassian puffed out his chest.

“Nesta,” Eris’s hands slid into the pockets of his perfectly tailored, designer, slacks. “You want her back, obviously. Who wouldn't. You won’t get her.”

“And what would you know about-”

“I know,” Eris drawled, “that now I have her, I will never, ever, do anything stupid enough to lose her. You know I should really thank you.” Cassian glared. “Her standards are remarkably low, thanks to you. Just treating her like a person basically has her wrapped around my finger.”

Cassian growled. “You’re a fucking prick, you know that?” Eris shrugged. His casual arrogance set Cassian spitting. “You could live a thousand years and never fucking deserve her,” Cassian’s fists curled up tight.

“Careful, Rocky. I don’t’ think Nesta is into public display’s of violence.” Eris smirked, “And since a physical fight is probably the only arena in which you could best me…”

“I’ll never let Nesta end up with someone like you,” Cassian straightened, more resolved than angry.

“Because you are so much better?” Eris scoffed, eyes drifting across the room. Fixed entirely on Nesta. Heat and purpose set so obviously into everything about him.

“I don’t care if she never talks to me again.” Cassian set his jaw. “She deserves better than both of us.”

“Hmm,” Eris sighed as Nesta untangled herself from Elain and Feyre, making her way back to them both. “Maybe you’re right. But I’m not stupid enough to let her realize that. Unlike you.”

Eris’ hand slipped into Nesta’s like it belonged there. “You look like you need a drink, dove.”

Nesta let out a breath of relief, more excited, Cassian knew, about the promise of no new social interaction, than the alcohol.

Eris nodded irreverently. “See you around, Calvin.”

Cassian went still. Nesta said nothing, only walked off, hand in hand with this man who lowered his lips to whisper in her ear and slipped a glass of merlot into her hand.

And it didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter that he knew her body like the back of his hand, that her pleasure was a symphony in his ears every night.

It didn’t matter what Cassian could do to Nesta in private, because this new man, Eris, held her hand and smiled at her in public. In front of everyone.

#nessian #neris #nessian fanfiction #nesta archeron #acosf #nesta and cassian #eris vanserra #acofas #cassian #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #acotar

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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The Talk - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader // ft. Bakugou’s daughter

Warnings: Crack, Fluff, Cursing, Sexual Mentions

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: Katsumi has recently turned 8 and Bakugou thinks it’s time for her to receive the talk and tries to get Y/N to give it to her, however Bakugou finds himself doing the deed instead.

“Katsuki! Go!”

“No I just-“

“You have to-“

“But I don’t-“

“AH AH AH JUST GO!”

“nooOOO!!”

Bakugou and Y/N both spoke over each other saying those things until eventually Y/N pushed Bakugou into the room and barricaded the door to keep him inside. On the inside, Bakugou slammed his fist against the door demanding to be released.

“Y/N Bakugou! Open this door right now!” He screamed from the other side.

“Sure thing dAD,” she said dramatically, “after you do what you gotta do!”

“It’s DAD-DY TO YOU!” He screamed again. “LET ME OUT!”

“Suki! This was your idea!” You explained from the outside.

“Yeah but we’re a team! I thought we would be doing this together!” He said.

“Yeah well I didn’t wanna do it and since you insisted so bad that this just had to happen, you can do the deed!” You argued from the other side of the door.

“Y/N! You can’t keep me in here with that..that DEMON!” He screamed.

“Daddy?” Bakugou flinched as he quickly turned around with his back pressed against the door. He shook in fear as his smile trembled and his eye twitched as he looked at that thing on the floor. It was sitting in the chair holding a cup of hibiscuses tea while it wore a pink boa and tiara. It had an orange boa ready to go with an extra tiara on the other seat for the tea party that was currently happening in the girly princess styled bedroom.

“Yes princess?” He said to his eight year old daughter as she looked at him with a waiting stare. And yes we referred to her as ‘it’ before.

“You said you would join me for my tea party to give me the talk about something. What was it?” Katsumi said. Bakugou gulped in fear as he watched his daughter gesture to the empty seat. Bakugou slowly walked to the tiny chair and sat as his knees scrunched up to his chest. He cleared his throat as he put on the boa and tiara and looked around to see he was seated next to Mr. HoneyBear and Madam Unicorn. Katsumi poured him a cup of tea and he picked up the tiny ceramic, that was much too small for his large hands, until he heard his daughter clear her throat.

“Ehem,” she said. Bakugou stared and watched as she picked up her cup and stuck out her pinkie. His mouth formed an ‘o’ as he mimicked her actions and carefully took a sip. He placed the cup down as he placed his hands on his knees, making a small rhythm as he was nervous and didn’t know how to begin.

“Okay daddy! What did you wanna tell me?” She squealed. Bakugou looked around in nervousness. He didn’t even know how to begin the talk.

“Okay! Um...well. You see Katsumi..you are old enough to finally know where...umm...how...eh,” Bakugou stumbled over his words until Y/N poked her head in to help.

“Where babies come from,” she whispered and then shut the door again. Bakugou growled as he looked at the door.

“If you’re so good at this why don’t you come in here?!” He whispered yelled.

“Because you’re the one that wanted this to happen!” She whispered yelled back through the door.

“Coward!” Bakugou seethed. Y/N then opened the door again to give her two cents.

“Nice boa and tiara, PRinCeSS,” you teased. Bakugou threw one of the cookies on the plate at the door and it was going to hit you but you shut it before it could. Bakugou settled in his seat and tossed his boa to wrap around his neck and readjusted his tiara.

“Right Katsumi, it’s time for you to know where babies come from,” he explained to the eight year old. She stared at him with a raised brow as she sipped from her cup.

“You and Mommy already told me, remember? You guys said the storks bring down the babies!” She explained. Bakugou cringed at the memory of the time he almost slipped up and practically explained sex to his daughter when she was only 5. Luckily, Y/N saved his ass with the stork story.

“Right, but the storks just bring the babies..they don’t...create them,” he said.

“Oh! So then who creates them?” She innocently asked with the same doe eyes her mother had. Bakugou bit his lip in nervousness as he began to tremble again.

“Well you see...when two people..um, love each other..very....much....they Umm...at a certain time they’ll...” Katsumi began to get a little bored and yawned. Katsuki watched and just decided to rip the band-aid right off. He slammed his hands on his thighs as he spoke.

“You know what! Forget this! Katsumi! When a man loves a women, they’ll....” Bakugou trailed off as he realized exactly what he had to say. He stood up and put himself in the corner as he sat on the ground with his knees crunched up to his chest again.

“Daddy, just tell me! I’m getting bored and the tea is getting cold!” Katsumi whined. Bakugou sighed out as he returned to his seat.

“Katsumi, listen,” he exhaled before he began, “a man has this thing called a penis,” he cringed at his words, “and you know that a woman, like yourself, has a what?”

“A vagina. You and Mommy taught me the big girl words so that if something bad were to happen, I can properly explain and get help without confusing anyone. It’s part of my no-no square.” She said while casually messing with her toys.

“Right..and uh...your no-no square can only be touched by...uhm...your doctors with permission and..uh, in the far future, the one you love.” He explained.

“Like you and Mommy?” She asked.

“Uh..no..well..not really. Only in certain cases but you can trust that me and Mommy will never hurt you,” Bakugou said.

“I trust that! But what do you mean ‘love’ then?” Katsumi once again questioned.

“Well..love..as in like a boyfriend or a husband-“

“Or a prince?” Katsumi excitedly asked.

“....uh..sure?” Bakugou said, “but eventually..you and your...prince, OR PRINCESS OR ROYAL MAJESTY.. whatever you’re into, will eventually want to experience...something called..uh..sexual interco-“

*DING!*

“Whats that?” Bakugou asked as he pointed towards the timer.

“My brownies are ready!” Katsumi said and excitedly got up to get her desserts. Bakugou raised his brow in question as he didn’t realize his daughter could bake.

“Brownies?” He questioned.

“Mhm! I made them in my easy bake oven!” She said as she brought the tiny tray containing six mini brownies over to the table. “Try one!”

Bakugou looked at the tray and saw burnt pieces and he’s pretty sure he saw a bubble on one of the slimy brownies pop. He silently and subtly gagged but covered it up with a cough. He cleared his throat before he used a shaky hand to pick one up.

“And what’s the number we use to call in emergencies?” Bakugou asked.

“1-1-0,” Katsumi said.

“Good girl,” he said and took a small bite into the brownie. He chewed and bit into some hard, crunchy pieces but felt something else running down his throat. “Umm..Katsumi, Princess-“

“You like it? I tried really hard because I know you’re a great chef Daddy!” She happily explained. Bakugou couldn’t hate on his little girl’s brownies so he just had to ask a few questions.

“They’re Umm..delicious! A little burnt but it’s still very....very...good? But uh..what did you put in these?” He cautiously asked as he continued to chew.

“Brownie batter, duh, and sequence, rhinestones, and just a pinch of glitter!”

“HAH!” Y/N laughed from the other side of the door.

In the middle of Katsumi’s explanation, Bakugou swallowed the piece of brownie and began choking, he tried to get his cup of tea to wash it down but it was too tiny to do any good. Katsumi just watched in confusion as her father choked and sat down as she sipped her own cup of tea with a confused and almost sarcastic face. Bakugou lifted the tea pot and attempted to drink out of it but saw it was empty. He ran to his daughter’s door and tried to open it but Y/N still had it blocked. He blasted it open with his quirk and Katsumi just laughed at the scene with her hand covering her mouth and Y/N stood infront of the doorway in shock.

“Katsuki!” She yelled at her husband for breaking the door but he only ran down to the kitchen sink and turned on the faucet as he jugged down the flow of water. He finally stopped choking and after he finished his symphony of coughs, he flopped onto the couch.

Back with Y/N and Katsumi:

“Hang on love, just enjoy your tea and then wait here. Mommy will be right back.” Y/N said and then ran downstairs. She found her husband face down on the couch and laughed at him.

“Umm.. Katsuki..are you, pfft..okay?” You laughed out. Bakugou just poked his head up to glare at his wife and flopped his head back down on the couch.

“She can wait a few years for the talk. I’m pretty sure the universe just gave me a big fat fucking hint at that.” He grumbled into the couch.

“Hehe..I told you so~” Y/N said in a sing-songy voice.

“I tOLd YoU sOoo- SHUT UP!” Bakugou complained. Y/N just continued to laugh at her husband’s whine and just rubbed at his back to comfort his pain.

—

After cleaning up the mess Katsuki made at Katsumi’s door and helping her daughter wash up, Y/N finally put Katsumi to bed and met her husband down stairs. He was still on the couch but this time he was sitting while watching some random channel on TV. He noticed Y/N and opened up his arms for her. Y/N joined him on the couch but laughed a little as she cuddled into his side.

“Umm..Suki?”

“Yes love?”

“When are you gonna take off that boa and tiara?”

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ladytabletop · 2 years

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The Locked Tomb for blorbos etc. I NEED to know.

OH HELL YEAH I HOPED SOMEONE WOULD ASK THIS this post is gonna have spoilers so it's beneath the cut

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Gideon Nav. Hands down. Child of God and his most hated enemy?? Her blood therefore unlocks the tomb??? (literally Harrow fighting with Gideon and ending up with blood under her fingernails and her subsequently being able to open the tomb? chef kiss) living loophole? walking bag of jokes willing to sacrifice herself for Harrow, someone who tormented her and whom she cared for before she knew that's what it was? she was 100% in for Harrow well before the impossible Lyctor choice. AND SHE'S SUCH AN IDIOT BABY. "I gave you my whole life, Harrow, and you didn't even want it" honey PLEASE she loves you and didn't want to eat your soul!!!

Anyway. The number of days I don't think of Gideon Nav is zero.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

wildly, Ortus Nigenad. Who'da thought I would be so enamored with a hulking poet coward? couldn't have given a toss about him in book one, but book two just absolutely cemented his place in my heart.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

Not enough people talking about real Dulcie. She's so excellent and just enough like how Cytherea acted as her but just enough herself.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

JUDITH DEUTEROS. I would literally kill for more scraps of Judith Deuteros.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

it's mercymorn. she's so *extra*. she's so vile. she's so sarcastic and dripping with vitriol and she cared so much, in her own weird way, about the right things, and I love and hate her and just cannot get enough of her.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

silas ocktakiseron. what a snooty little zealot asshole. even in death, he thought he was always right. fucker.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

John Gaius, God himself, I was so fuckin mad about Ianthe choosing him over Augustine even though it was telegraphed from several miles away, like jfc Ianthe you slimy perv, just let God die.

ANYWAY

none of this covers how much I love Pyrrha Dev's slutty, slutty ass and Gideon the First's equally horny ass, and how Coronabeth is the tragic hero we all deserve, and how Camilla and Palamedes are literal perfection, and Harrow captured more of my heart than any emotionally stunted perfectionist ever should, and Alecto is such a weird mystery creature, and Abigail Pent and Magnus Quinn are relationship goals and I must someday know how it is they came to be necromancer and cav AFTER being married, and the fourth teens make me so very sad by nature of their existence, and the absolute badass war criminal milf that is Commander Wake, and whoever the fuUuUuUck Nona the Ninth is!! And whoever is in Gideon's body now! And again, harrowhark nonagesimus, who replicated the tomb in her head for Gideon's soul to live in and who now lives there herself in the place that reflects her old crush and her current crush and where hopefully she will now find rest!!

#the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #never did write that dissertation but maybe I should #TAMSYN PLEASE GIVE ME CLUES ABOUT WHICH PLANETS ARE WHICH #I ALREADY KNOW THE SIXTH IS MERCURY AND SEVENTH VENUS AND FIRST EARTH #NINTH *PROBABLY* IS PLUTO #BUT PLEASE I'M SCRAPING CRUMBS TOGETHER FOR THIS THEORY

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The thing that doesn’t make sense is the onigiri.

The Bakusquad are currently sprawled all over the common room couches, taking turns playing on the PS5. This is a normal sight, one that Ojiro has walked in on several times. There’s yelling, screaming, fingers poking ribs, and Bakugou kicking anyone that dares to touch his hair. The whole group is in a mad tangle of limbs, the audience yelling profanities while the people with the controllers (in this case, Sero and Kirishima) have a look of sheer determination painted on their faces as they race each other in an all too intense game of Mario kart.

And, in the midst of all this chaos, is a large plate filled to the brim with onigiri- perfectly shaped, delicious looking balls of rice wrapped in shiny seaweed.

When Kirishima loses to Sero a few moments later, the tape hero whoops victoriously as the redhead visibly deflates, groaning loudly and seemingly melting into the floor. Bakugou laughs out loud at the sight and pulls the plate right up to Kirishima’s face and says, “Take your pick, Red.” He sounds gleeful, and it makes a shiver run down the length of Ojiro’s spine.

Kaminari finally catches sight of him and waves him over, “Oji! Get over here man.”

Ojiro makes his way to the couch and sits at the very edge, watching as Kirishima sighs deeply and pulls out an onigiri at random. For someone that loves food, and especially rice, with a fierce sort of vengeance, Kirishima looks deathly pale and completely unwilling to eat. Ojiro waves at Kaminari to get his attention before pointing at Kirishima and going, “What is happening?”

“Just wait,” the electric blonde smirks, his eyes dancing with delight.

Ojiro watches the redhead inhale one last time before taking a large bite. He chews the onigiri for a moment before his face contorts in absolute horror and he yanks what can only be described as a spit bucket from the other side of the couch to his face, coughing the rice out violently.

“Oh fuck,” Bakugou gasps out in between peals of laughter, “he got the mayo banana. Fuck me, he got the worst fucking one.”

Kirishima’s gargling some water while the words Mayo-banana swirl around Ojiro’s head. Kaminari takes one look at him and giggles.

“We’re playing onigiri roulette,” Sero finally explains.

He points at the plate of food. “Before we started, we filled a bunch of rice balls with the weirdest fillings we could think of. The only rule is that it has to be edible-“ “BARELY edible” “- yeah, well, if you need recovery girl at the end of this, you’ve probably gone too far. So, we play each other one-on-one, and the winner plays the next person while the loser eats an onigiri and sits out till everyone else has had a go.”

“So,” Ojiro says, his mind still stuck on what he just heard Bakugou say, “Kiri just ate a rice ball filled with mayonnaise and banana?”

Ashido giggles at that, and Kaminari turns to the redhead and asks, “How was it?”

Kirishima takes another generous sip of water before saying, “The texture is what screwed me. It was just, god, it was mush and then more mush, and so slimy, and then the rice-“

“Ok,” Kaminari squeaks, throwing his hands up in surrender, “That’s enough, thanks man!”

“You wanna join?” Ashido beams at Ojiro, offering him her controller.

“I’m good watching,” Ojiro says, scooting back subtly. Sero sniggers and makes room for Ashido to join him on the floor.

“You’re going down,” he taunts, and Ashido burns a small hole in the sleeve of his shirt before they start up the next game.

Pinky puts up a good fight, but Sero is a master at the game, and even with her well-timed kicks at his face, Ashido loses, and Bakugou is positively glowing.

Ashido picks another unassuming looking onigiri and takes a bite. She looks so confused for a moment before her face scrunches up in agony. She perseveres though, and even as Kaminari cries from how hard he’s laughing and Sero is recording the whole thing with shaky hands, Ashido flips them the bird and makes it a point to swallow thickly.

Kirishima leans in and takes a sniff, his own nose wrinkling as he asks, “Toothpaste?”

Bakugou laughs again, an ugly, grating sound that’s so unlike the boyish smile on his face. Ashido sticks her tongue out at the rest and says, “I happen to love mint, so joke’s on you.” She still slam dunks the rest of the onigiri in the spit bucket.

The next to go against Sero is Bakugou, who sits beside him heavily and snatches the offered controller. Gone is his carefree smile and ugly laugh, and in its place is his usual fierce competitiveness, except the stakes are so much higher than they’ve ever been in hero training.

The game is nail biting, to say the least. Bakugou doesn’t yell while he’s playing, and his concentration is so intense, it almost seems like he’s being sucked into the game. Even Ojiro finds himself cheering and yelling as the two desperately try to beat each other while trying to stay on the track in the first place.

When Sero wins by a margin that’s thinner than a strand of hair, Kirishima, in what can only be described as a move perfected after many recurring experiences, grabs the controller from Bakugou and hardens himself against the tiny explosions in the blonde’s palms, saving the controller. Bakugou lunges at Sero, a litany of curses tearing themselves out his throat. Sero has the biggest shit eating grin on his face, and Kirishima can barely hold Bakugou back as he shakes with laughter of his own. The blonde ends up with his back to Kirishima’s chest as he huffs something about assholes that cheat and the redhead gives him a pat on the shoulder before picking up the plate and offering it to Bakugou.

The blonde makes it a point to inspect each rice ball carefully before picking one up and giving it a sniff. He wrinkles his nose and finally takes a big bite, because he might be a sore loser but Bakugou is no coward.

He chews through his bite quietly and swallows, expressionless. And then he smiles, a wicked, horrible turn of his lips.

“Ha, assholes, I fucking win.” He turns the bitten side of the rice ball to face the group, and out pours a stream of red liquid.

Hot sauce, Ojiro notes just as the spice hits him in the eyes with enough force to warrant immediate tears.

“Shit, that’s actually hurting me,” Kaminari yelps, blinking rapidly.

“Yeah man, what the hell?” Sero says, sitting back on his elbows to get away from it. They all watch in horror as Bakugou takes another bite and smirks. Ojiro can see the sweat dotting his brow and they don’t miss how he rubs his nose with his clean hand, but all in all, hot sauce for Bakugou feels unfair, especially after the diabolical mayo and banana monstrosity.

“Man, how does he win even when he loses?” Kirishima whines, butting Bakugou’s shoulder with his head. The blonde sniggers again and sits back comfortably just as Kirishima tosses the controller to Kaminari.

Ojiro watches them takes turns and suffer. Kaminari, by some turn of fate, beats Sero in a game that just refuses to go in Sero’s favor. Sero ends up choking down a rice ball stuffed with a slimy squid and peanut butter mixture.

When Kaminari loses to Ashido, he happily eats a rice ball soaked in malic acid because his taste buds are immune to sour apparently. Ashido nearly throws up when she has to bite into a rice ball filled with jello and meat chunks after losing to Bakugou, and Bakugou turns an alarming shade of green when he eats one with durian and mustard. Kirishima had watched that one unfold in a mix of horror and fascination, torn between laughing and holding the spit bucket out for the blonde.

Midway through, Ojiro finds himself playing with them and he has to experience the hell that is jelly beans with cheese sauce and another onigiri that is filled with nothing but wasabi. So much wasabi that he feels fumes of heat trying to escape his nose as his eyes water for the rest of the evening.

When they finally call it a day, Ojiro somehow finds himself promising them that he’ll join the next time too, and he watches Bakugou stalk away, brainstorming more terrible food combos under his breath. He laughs and heads to his own room, nose still tingling from the wasabi, his own thoughts clouded with the worst foods he can think of. That’s when inspiration strikes.

Ojiro pulls his phone out and dials a number he’s known since forever. She picks up after 2 rings.

“What’s up kiddo?”

“Hey mom.” Ojiro’s smile turns wicked. “Talk to me about your pregnancy cravings.”

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Bionicle and Three Houses for the Blorbo to Eeby Deeby ask

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TWO OF MY MAIN INTEREST AND ASK!!! AAA

Trying to have these one per character or else we'd see repeats haha.

blorbo Surprising absolutely no one...Nidhiki This traitor spider has my heart and soul on death grip and I think about him a lot, analyze him a lot and have a lot feelings...so many feelings this bastard gives me. Also Lariska my beloved knife wife.

scrunkly OK ON ONE HAND TAKUA WAS MY FIRST FAVE WHEN I WAs LIKE SEVEN YEARS OLD AND WILL ALWAYS HAVE A PLACE IN MY HEART BUT ALSO. I recently watched Web of Shadows and realized how much I love Norik. He's just a sweet old gentleman who cares a lot and I absolutely loved the role he played in the narrative. Yeah I have a few issues with Web of Shadows/2005 as whole as well as how Norik was used after 2005 not really feeling like the Norik in 2005 but I digress. Noriks a really good and sweet grandpa and I love him. Also Lewa my beloved.

scrimblo bimblo Ok why isn't Miserix more popular??? He is genuinely really compelling and interesting character and while his character writing is relatively simplistic I still think there's a lot to analyze and appreciate about his mental state and mindset. Miserix being once a wise leader reduced to an angry shell of his former self is just...so interesting to me. He’s just such an interesting angry dragon and I wish more people appreciated him I wuw him so much ;A;

glup shitto Kojol. Guy is a plot device literally only exists to have an explanation to the Makuta viruses but despite that I unironically find the guy fascinating. I like imaging him being this fucking wildcard who doesn’t really care about Brotherhoods goals and instead does his own thing. He is loyal to himself and his research only and if things benefit him he will play by the rules, otherwise he will not coperate. Just I have this image of Kojol being this literal cryptid of a bird-man who causes problems on purpose and I love him.

poor little meow meow OK I KNOW I CALL NIDHIKI MY POOR MEOW MEOW BUT IF IM BEING HONEST. TAKADOX. FREAKING SLIMY MANTIS SHRIMP MAN WHO HYPNOTIZES EVERYONE, CUNNING BUT ALSO A COWARD. ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE. YET SOMEHOW I LOVE HIM AND FIND HIM INCREDIBLY...pathetic...compelling..sad....It's weird to explain but Takadox has a weird death grip on me that’s hard to explain. Also Karzahni because the implications. Man. I think about the implications with Karzahni’s character a lot Also Pridak because I made my interpretation of Pridak too hot and I cry every time I think about him.

horse plinko Bitil. Nothing against him as a character he’s just pathetic in a funny way and I couldn’t think of anyone else. I’m pretty sure there’s someone else in the canon I feel like this about too

eeby deeby The Shadowed One. I love him, think he's incredibly charismatic and prefer him MILES over Teridax (who I have much more mixed opinion on) but. he’s literally just. The most “real” villain in the sense that he’s a supernatural fantasy take on a fucking toxic manipulative boss. Which I love. The fact he hurt my two big faves has me going even more so "FUCK YOU YOU ASSHOLE". Again, Love TSO, I just want him dead

FE3H

blorbo This is weird since.. if we go to "characters I think about the most" and have the most emotional latchmment to that'd def be Agarthans (AND ESPECIALLY THALES) but like... I don't want to repeat myself so. I think my fave in 3h is probably Marianne? Jeritza? Seteth? Shamir? Yuri? Hanneman? Lorentz Hellman Gloucster himself+?? I'm not sure...if I had to chose just ONE character definitely Marianne. Her character resonates strongly with me and she made me cry at least two times.

scrunkly Mercedes. She's a nice and friendly and caring older sister character and gives me so much charm.

scrimblo bimblo Gilbert. Stop hating Gilbert. He's genuinely an interesting and tragic man driven and shaped by his guilt and his mentality is just...so damn fascinating. His characterization makes so much sense, yet people just see him as "Annettes shitty dad." Same goes to Rodrigue too but he’s more popular because he’s a hot sad man with gay subtext to his former king so ofc ppl like him more than Gilbert who isn’t really that hot in a traditional sense.

glup shitto Patricia von Arundel is literally a backstory only character yet I think about her much more than most of the playable cast. I just think she's very neat and interesting.

poor little meow meow The Agarthans as whole but Thales in particular. Most people dislike them for being one-note evil plotdevices but...I just find them interesting with the way they are revenge driven former shells of themselves. Not to mention the whole high tech missle lore. Gotta love when a medieval fantasy anime goes “yeeah the main villains have nukes”. Also, Thales is hot don’t @ me.

horse plinko That fucking...loser noble man who is a joke villain??? Archeon I think. I don’t even hate the guy I just think he’s a loser and I think the narrative treats him as this pathetic afterthought is funny.

eeby deeby Rhea. Mainly because I don't like how shes like a morally questionable pope yet the narrative treats her as a victim needed to be saved and not really...calling out the more questionable things she's done. She's interesting narratively but I feel she's the one character where you can see that Intsys values selling waifus as opposed to making interesting characters.

#Asks #Nattobees #Bionicle #Fire Emblem Three Houses #FE3H

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