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stillness-in-green · 1 year

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Chapter Thoughts — Chapter 383: Meek Spirits

Pre-cut Positivity—

O Rule and Mount Lady are a fantastic team-up. Mount Lady is, in general, pretty boss this week. I want to combine this and my last fandom and give her Barbatos’s mace-chan. I also have to admire her exercise routine, given that winging around a solid metal wrench as wide as your leg and almost as tall as you are must take considerably more strength than e.g. wielding a similarly sized spear or club made mostly of wood.[1]

O The effects of Mina's efforts on her appearance are neat. The way the blacks of her eyes melt off?? I wonder if Curious’s could do that too, under the right circumstances. Also, her horns extending out is a cool look, one that I don’t recall ever seeing before. I wondered briefly if it was meant to represent a quirk evolution like Koda growing in that horn, but Mina’s seem to go kind of droopy afterward, so I don’t know if they’ll be permanently different in shape the way his seems to be.

Hit the jump for the rest. Note that I have seen the leaks, but I’m leaving the writing below as written pre-leaks, if only because I am very much going to want an accurate translation before I start talking in-depth about the Machia content in 385.

On Gigantomachia and the Limits of Emergency Situation Excuses—

The bit about Machia embodying “pure psychological scarring” is very… Like, guys, That Is A Person. He is not a symbol, not a metaphor. He is a human being. Apart from being a bad look in general, it's especially bonkers to dehumanize Machia in this specific fashion—“From the standpoint of ordinary people”—when the first thing the heroes’ do upon bringing Machia, the soul-numbingly terrifying symbol of everyday peoples’ trauma, under their control is to—stampede him fifty miles back across the landscape over the same path he took before? What are they going to do, stop to yell at everyone they see between here and Jakku not to worry, he’s working under hero auspices now, please refrain from having any PTSD-induced panic attacks!

As I said last time, turning Machia against his own is the sort of thing trial-at-the-Hague war crimes are made of, or would be if this were an international conflict. What’s even more maddening is the stench of double standard hanging over it: when Spinner turns up intending to rescue his ally use a mentally conditioned victim as a tool, he got a moralistic scolding from Mic about how “that guy ain’t gonna be your ace in the hole.” But as soon as the heroes find themselves in a tight spot, all concerns about not using mentally conditioned victims as aces in the hole go right out the window.

The only difference between Kurogiri and Gigantomachia that matters in this context is that the person Kurogiri was pre-mental conditioning was friends with a hero, whereas Machia, so far as we know, has always been loyal to AFO. That’s it. If Machia had been best school buddies with e.g. Ryukyu, we would never have seen him used like this; the heroes would never have even thought about it. We even know that’s the case because the heroes could just as easily have had Shinsou brainwash Kurogiri to open all the portals they needed to kick off this combat; instead, they had Monoma copy the Warp Gate quirk and use it under his own power.

Kurogiri is not to be used as a tool. Eri is not to be used as a tool. But Machia? Break out the psychic hammer and tongs and start beating him into shape; the heroes have lots of uses for him.

I know there’s a measure of shrugging and saying desperate times call for desperate measures out there on this topic, and, indeed, that’s the way Kirishima and Tsukauchi both frame this—a back-up plan, a massive gamble. But the heroes of BNHA are not just any sort of protagonists; they’re called, by both the narrative and as an in-universe job title, heroes. That carries a connotation of ideal, of role model, of a character/person viewed as worthy of admiration and acclaim for their nobility and courage even under duress.

@robotlesbianjavert reminded me of a quote by Rich Burlew, author of the webcomic The Order of the Stick, that really encapsulates my problem with the heroes’ tactics and the big shrug those tactics elicit from certain portions of the fandom.

Burlew said, “Being heroic often means rejecting some tactical options that, while potentially effective, violate your personal moral beliefs.” While he was talking in the context of D&D characters with specific moral alignments, I feel it’s applicable when it comes to superhero comics, as well. Certainly it's a plot that comes up with marked frequency in the U.S. comics Horikoshi draws so much of his heroic iconography from.[2]

If I may use a more widely recognized sentiment, “The ends don’t justify the means.” That’s the issue with the calls the heroes keep making, over and over again. They condone things being done to their enemies that they would never condone in any other context. This isn’t admirable Plus Ultra determination; it isn’t heroic. It’s pessimistic and inconstant, useful only for securing short-term victories.

By all means, that’s a valid story to tell, and heck, sometimes the short-term victory is all you can get, so you do what it takes to get it. That’s true in real life, too. Certainly, if the narrative just wanted its leads to be able to do whatever it takes to get the job done, it could have framed them as being harshly pragmatic, doing whatever it takes to get the job done, dirtying their hands and making hard, uncomfortable decisions in order to keep people safe. That’s the bread and butter of spy dramas and political thrillers! Heroism, however, especially in the sense of cape comic imagery and tropes that Horikoshi is using, requires harder decisions still.

A hero is someone who doesn’t take the easy way out. They not only have to get things done, but they have to get things done in a way that doesn't betray the ideals they uphold. That means they don’t get to use villainous tactics and still call themselves heroes. They certainly don’t get to castigate their enemies for their methods and then turn around and use those same methods themselves.

(More on this next time.)

Moments with Mina—

You know, I thought it was a little weird, back in the Class A vs. Deku fight(‘s aftermath), that Kirishima’s “thing” he tells Deku is that he saw the news story about some kid facing the Sludge Villain. It felt so out-of-left-field, so random—surely there could have been something more relevant to Kirishima than a callback to the Sludge Villain that he had never once indicated he knew about? But now I wonder if the selection wasn’t about Kirishima in that moment, but rather, undercooked set-up for this one. Bringing the Sludge Villain back here instead of any place he might confront a character he faced before just felt like such a non-sequitur, but with the earlier setting, at least there’s that tiny bit of connection. Save that it doesn’t come to anything here, either—I don’t even get the impression Kirishima recognizes him?

Instead, we get a moment for Mina, and—it leaves a bit to be desired, I’m very sorry to say.

O Firstly, okay, Mina failed against Machia before—froze up when she recognized his voice and had a brief, vivid flashback to the fear she felt when she first crossed paths with him. Yet here, when she comes up against him again, he’s basically incidental to her. Which, yeah, I guess you could say is progress—she’s come so far she saves Mount Lady from Machia as an afterthought. On the other hand, though, we’re deprived of a big moment of her facing the fear she failed against before—which Kirishima got!—and instead get her taking out the Sludge Villain, with whom she has no prior interaction, to save Shinsou, so Shinsou can stop Machia.

Not only does her action, then, come down to another example of a girl’s action being crucial to enable and support a boy’s more decisive action, but she even credits it to the training she got from two boys—Bakugou and Shouto—rather than her own efforts.[3]

O Mina being the one to talk about Midnight continues to feel a little strange. Midnight never had a close-close relationship with any of the students, but surely both Momo and Mineta had more significant moments? And Momo’s not here; she’s being criminally wasted on the Sky Coffin battle. Mineta certainly is here, though, and he gets a sum total of bupkis to say or do when faced with Midnight’s killer.

O I wish I didn’t find Hose Face’s writing this week so overwhelmingly exhausting (more on that shortly), because Mina’s line to him about heroes and villains both finding strength in numbers is interesting on its own merits and would be even more so if it weren't being wasted on such a flat caricature.

It has echos of things like Jeanist calling heroes and villains two sides of the same coin and Spinner spitefully accusing the MLA of being the same as him (bandwagon jumpers). It’s also somewhat ahistorical in the sense that the story alludes a few times to the fact that groups of villains were fairly rare prior to the rise of the League of Villains/the fall of All Might. Hero teams were likewise uncommon until they had to start banding together to fill the gap All Might left. The MLA has certainly been cultivating strength in numbers for generations, but it’s still a pretty new thing to both “sides” of the conflict Mina’s talking about.

Anyway, it’s interesting, but I wish I knew where it was coming from. The closest Mina’s ever been to facing the humanity of her enemies is keeping Shouto company in the wake of the Dabi reveal. There’s Aoyama, too, of course, but there’s been no collective effort made to extend the class’s experience with Aoyama—forced into “villainy” against his will—to empathy about other villains they don’t know personally. So wherefore this sudden empathy with villains looking for closeness with like-minded people?

O My final issue with Mina’s big proclamation is that it carries zero weight for her to disavow revenge when she’s never been shown to have a vengeful personality. Mina’s cheerful! She’s upbeat! She doesn’t hold onto anger; she doesn’t brood; she’s extremely well-adjusted in that she cries when she needs to, to get it out of her system, and then she bounces back.

If Mina had been shown to have a particular fondness for Midnight,[4] then maybe I could buy her having to struggle with a darker turn. In the story we have, though, she lacks both: she has no personal connection to Midnight more significant than “teacher whose classes I enjoyed,” nor did the story spend even a breath of time prior to this on Mina struggling to cope with Midnight’s death.

It’s the same issue I have with, say, Deku’s “mad drive to save.” I can’t accept the characterization of Deku’s saving instinct as so intense it’s like a form of madness when the story continually fails to treat that instinct as in any way aberrant or alien to the people around him. Likewise, I can’t applaud Mina for overcoming her rage or desire for revenge when the story never portrayed her wrestling with either.

Way to keep forcing Shouji to be the model minority for everyone else, though.

Hose Face and the Incongruous Belief Set

The PLF material this week is mostly just sigh-inducing and difficult to muster up much enthusiasm for discussing. To recap, though, the members of the erstwhile MLA are taking every opportunity in this second war arc to double down on quirk supremacy despite tiny little issues like the fact that a great many ranking officers and members of high command have quirks that aren’t suited to getting them ahead in a society built around quirk supremacy.

I mean, really. Here’re some impromptu categories and characters that fit them:

Good but unrelated to the function they actually serve in the organization/plot:

o Skeptic – Makes active use of his puppets exactly once; otherwise does nothing that isn’t connected to electronics. o Curious – Quirk has combat applications, but they have little to no relevance to her day job of running the MLA’s propaganda arm.

Okay but not so impressive that you’d think they’d have what it takes to rise to high positions in the society they themselves profess to want:

o Hose Face – His emittance lets him float, and does—what else, exactly? It’s clearly not lethal to the touch, given that he uses it to float a bunch of his allies, so at best, I can see it giving him a bit of extra punch if he boosts his attacks with it. Not all that impressive or stand-out compared to things that hit harder or are more versatile. o Galvanize (Taser Dude) – Lightning is a great quirk, except for the fact that elemental quirks seem to be relatively common, so you’d be up against every other asshole in your town that has the same power as you but with some barely more than cosmetic variation. Hard to make a name for yourself that way!

Just kind of whatever:

o Slidin’ Go – If he were getting as much mileage out of a slip-and-slide quirk as e.g. Captain Celebrity or The Crawler, he’d be more famous and recognizable instead of being basically a joke. o Brand (Pinstripe Shark)– If his quirk is so impressive, why does he bring a katana to the battlefield with him? o Scarecrow and Nimble - Are their heteromorphic appearances all they have going for them? If not, we sure didn’t see them do anything else, even in the middle of pitched combat.

Functionally useless in an every-man-for-himself world:

o Trumpet – If he had to live in a dog-eat-dog world where only the strength of one’s own quirk, zero other factors, determined who got ahead, he might as well be quirkless.

There are other issues, of course, but another one that’s on display this week is how quirk supremacy is nowhere to be found in the words of Destro or Re-Destro. Nowhere in any line Rikiya has ever spoken, even in the privacy of his own mind, has Might Makes Right-style quirk supremacy been in evidence; he has unfailingly thought of nothing but liberation and building a better, freer world. Here this week, Hose Face’s flashback entails a memory of Re-Destro calling himself and whatever audience he's speaking to comrades, equals, “one and the same.” What part of your supreme leader calling himself and you equals is in accordance with the law of the jungle?

Seriously, guys, if the MLA were actually supposed to have believed all this in such a heavy-handed way all along, why was Geten[5] the only one who actually brought it up during MVA? MVA is the arc that introduced the CRC; surely Hori wasn’t worried about the League fighting a bunch of violent extremists! Or is it rather that he didn’t want to show the League allying with a bunch of violent extremists, so he downplayed the truth as much as he could?

Is it doublethink/groupthink, a cult-enforced unwillingness to ask logical questions if they run you into trouble with the dogma? Is Hori just simplifying them because he’s rushing the ending and doesn’t have time to resolve their plot lines in the way that would be necessary if they were written as having valid points?

On both the Watsonian and the Doylist levels, I’m completely at a loss.

Stray Notes—

O Hose Face’s face hose gets torn apart, and I have some seriously pressing questions about whether he just lost a limb to what was functionally a hero’s attack. I suppose it could have been a support item, but no lines between his quirk, his briefly glimpsed fighting style, and an enormous fucking hose on his face leap to draw themselves in my mind. Again, if his quirk is a biohazard of some kind and he needs a mask to protect him from its effects, like Mustard, surely he wouldn’t use it to float his unmasked allies around the battlefield? So what is it, just dead weight on his mask to make him look creepier?

Anyway, there’s none of the blood spray that has tended to accompany traumatic limb loss in the series to date, but I do wonder. It would be, I think, the only instance other than All Might pulping AFO’s face of heroic action maiming a villain to such an irrevocable degree.[6] You know, just to exacerbate the severity of turning Machia on his allies even further. God knows Shinsou doesn’t tell Machia to hold back, and those claws were plenty lethal against heroes, as we all well know.

O Not sure why Shinsou had to base his Persona Chords arrangement on recordings from Tartarus when he could have just gotten it from the phone call to the Aoyamas. I wonder how much time he needs to program those voices in? It definitely drives home that the heroes had been contemplating using Shinsou against Machia for a long time, though. Which, again, would be perfectly fine if all Shinsou were doing were making Machia stand down. Not so much all the rest of it, though.

O Would it kill Horikoshi to stop telling us the outcomes of these flashbacks before we spend whole chapters on them?? At least when Mirio came back during the war, we spent like a page and a half on the foregone conclusion before getting on back into the swing of things. The reason the fight with Spinner at the hospital had tension is because we didn't know the outcome in advance. What exactly would have been the issue with ending Chapter 382 with Machia showing up and hurling a mountain at the combatants without revealing that the target is AFO and showing Shinsou and Kirishima?

(Tune in next time for: trying to make heads or tails of what exactly Shinsou thought he was doing.)

------------------ FOOTNOTES ------------------ [1] I’ll take Scale Considerations the Author Probably Wasn’t Thinking About for $600, Alex.

[2] Consider, for example, Bad Future Timelines where the present-day heroes have to debate and, ultimately, defeat jaded dystopian future versions of themselves. Or the perennial question, "Why doesn't Batman kill the Joker?"

[3] This after crediting her Acid Man move as being inspired by Kirishima’s Unbreakable, too, recall.

[4] And I’ll note that both times she’s brought up Midnight, here and in the war arc when Mineta is fretting, it’s in the context of going back to Midnight’s classes. She never actually brings up Midnight as her own person, Kayama Nemuri, because Mina doesn’t know Kayama Nemuri. It’s always and only “Midnight-sensei, whose classes I like.” It can’t be stirring and personal when it’s so staunchly removed from being personal.

[5] The kid whose name means Apocrypha, to repeat myself for the umpteenth time.

[6] Give or take the way the heroes have been pretty openly using lethal force against Shigaraki ever since he got out of the tube.

#bnha #chapter thoughts #bnha 383 #gigantomachia #pink alien on parade #meta liberation army #plf advisors #ethics of heroism #my writing

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dabistits · 9 months

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quick bullet point of 394 thoughts again:

-at face value, the chapter holds up! it's pulls together ochako's changing thoughts throughout the 2nd half of the series and brings them to a conclusion as she's faced with someone else's pain who isn't the ~victim of a villain~ but an actual villain herself.

-himiko is in turn affirmed by someone who is "normal," who has never been abnormal and never been in her shoes the way the league has, who actually adjusts her (ochako's) perspective and admits her perspective was wrong in order to accept himiko.

-i do find this to be a much better turn than the todofam or (jfc) the mutant storyline. yes, todofam is forced to confront the skeletons in their closet and "own" their mistakes (not gonna get into whether or not that's correct given how it's mostly endeavor's fault <3) but i think there's a notable lack of acceptance of the way dabi is now. the focus was on the mistakes of the past and how they failed touya, not about what dabi might want to hear and do now. dabi was fought all the way to the end whereas ochako actually did reach out.

-and this might be bcs of where himiko and dabi's problems diverge (himiko's problem is one that is inherent to her, an instinctually-ingrained drive that doesn't necessarily entail harming people, whereas dabi's is explicitly taking out a bunch of uninvolved people to stick it to a shitty father) but positioning dabi as an issue to be solved by the family, rather than as somebody deeply wronged by multiple people who has a right to his hatred and rage (disclaimer: ~but not to hurt other people~) was weak and unsatisfactory. especially when contrasted with the fact that he has been more harshly judged, scolded, and physically beaten down in comparison to an actual abuser.

-the mutant storyline is just blatant libshit that horikoshi couldn't even hide under the guise of being about interpersonal relationships lmfao.

-in short, himiko's story actually gets a nod about how people were wrong about her and how that led to her mistreatment in a way that todofam and mutant storylines don't acknowledge. there is actually a focus on her feelings and how she was wronged, instead of being preoccupied with listing reason #872 why dabi/spinner are bad people.

-thematically though, does the chapter hold up? i'm still never going to be a fan of a story where the answer is assimilation into a society that scorned them. while this chapter is better than the mutant storyline, it still feels like it'll take a similar path: bnha teases "the attitudes of society has to change," but it also pins the responsibility of incremental/respectable change on marginalized people. idk ig this will either be addressed way into the future or not at all so we'll see.

-himiko's (and the league's) fate is still a huge elephant in the room. you can call her cute but can you be in her (and her friends') corners if the state wants to imprison or execute her?😳 how much is the acknowledgement of the league's importance to himiko worth if we're comfortable putting them all in jail? if i wasn't already a prison abolitionist bnha could make me one.

-being a qwoc myself i can say that a nice girl can call me beautiful all she wants but if she's in favor of putting me in jail her words would mean jack shit <3

-the other huge elephant in the room is twice. like genuinely no one acknowledged that he is dead, he was killed by a hero, and that fact is responsible for 99% of himiko's current rage😭 and then he just dissipates like he's a metaphor for himiko's hate-fueled rampage😭 come the fuck on stop treating this like it's a metaphor with no answer, we know there is a specific person who is responsible for this. hawks🤝endeavor, characters the story can't accept are directly responsible for this bullshit.

-good chapter canceled, horikoshi drew a teenaged girl nude again.

#commentary

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todomitoukei · 1 year

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did you watch the bnha episode with Dabi's dance?

It's been two years, one month, and 5 days and the wait was more than worth it!

I am especially happy that they changed Fuyumi's reaction since in the manga we never even got her immediate reaction - only the moment right before she finds out, whereas this time we actually see her watching the broadcast!

The animation was great and what I was most excited about - THE VOICE ACTING! I knew Shimono would do a fantastic job, but it's even better to now be able to actually hear it<3

AND they even changed the ending now to include little Touya :')

Anyway, I'm super happy with how the episode turned out. The Jump Comics Channel also live streams a stage event on YouTube next Saturday that - amongst others - includes Shouto's and Dabi's VAs, and I can't wait to see what that's gonna be like... they'll finally be able to talk about Dabi being Touya... I bet that's gonna be really funny... I hope we get to see Shimono perform Dabi's Dance irl lol.

#dabi #ask

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atthebell-moved · 2 years

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heya op from the karlnapity number 1 post, i want to hear the theories you have as to why it got so popular it would sound interesting!

oh wow did not expect anyone to actually want to hear about this. thanks for asking!

so first thing, in terms of numbers on this: when i initially looked at this, i guessed at popular poly ships and figured out from this that karnapity was big; this time, i used @/toastystats' analysis from may 2021 to figure out big poly ships and then cross referenced their current numbers with karlnapity's-- they're ahead by at least 1000 works from the (presumed) next biggest poly ship, Bucky/Steve/Tony from the MCU.

This is super impressive! DSMP on AO3 has been one of the fastest growing fandoms in the last couple of years (toasty has stats about that as well, as does @/ao3-anonymous who does weekly fandom growth stats) and has absolutely exploded in terms of amount of works, though it's a bit hard to quantify due to only receiving its own fandom tag recently. Still, competing with the MCU, BTS, & BNHA, to name a few fandoms, is impressive as it's still such a new fandom compared to how long they've been around and been able to gather works.

In regard to why I think Karlnapity is popular, and to compare it to other popular poly ships, I think there's a few factors. In no particular order:

#1 - This one's easy. DSMP is hugely popular right now, and Karlnapity is one of a few significant canon ships in the world of the server. Other big ships (DNF, tntduo, beeduo, etc.) have less canonical status or are in some way fraught with RPF issues.

#2 - The ship is M/M/M. If you look at the stats I link above from toasty, M/M/M by far dominates poly ships, with F/M/M a ways behind. As you probably know, ships involving women tend to be far less popular, and vice versa.

#3 - This is where we get into my actual juicy analysis. The biggest reason I think Karlnapity is huge is it's canonical status, which is BY FAR what distinguishes it from other poly ships.

Below is a list of the biggest poly ships, as of May 2021 (again, from toasty, linked above). Obviously Karlnapity has shot up in terms of stats, but this provides us with a solid basis for other poly ships.

Most of the other popular poly ships are non-canonical ships, with the basis of the ship being people want ot3s and there's three central characters in these pieces of media (Bucky/Steve/Tony, Castiel/Dean/Sam, Poe/Finn/Rey, Hermione/Harry/Ron). For BTS, it's a similar situation but instead of three main characters the band has 7 members.

The two ships that are canonical/semi-canonical (depending on your interpretation of things like word of god and possible retconning) are Karlnapity and Hardison/Parker/Eliot. I'll start with the latter; feel free to skip this paragraph if you don't want to read through me talking about Leverage.

If you're not a Leverage fan, you probably are not familiar with this OT3 and may be confused about its popularity considering it is a MUCH smaller fandom than the other ones (only ~9k total fics). Hardison/Parker/Eliot is also the #1 ship in the Leverage fandom tag, whereas the rest of these are generally quite a bit further down in the ship tags. The reason for this is that the relationship dynamic on the show is very intimate, I would say a majority of leverage fans ship the ot3 without question, AND the creators have on multiple occasions encouraged and endorsed the ship. Additionally, they have made the ship canonical (in a sense) by stating that the finale of the original show was meant to end with the three of them in a relationship, so they hold a semi-canonical, word of god status in that sense. However, for much of the show, only Hardison and Parker are explicitly dating and it is my understanding that in the recent revival that is still the case (haven't watched it yet, planning to soon). Still, it is far more canonical than most of the other ships on this list, which is why it's so high up despite being a smaller fandom, and this feeds into why I think Karlnapity is so popular.

Okay! Back to Karlnapity!

Karlnapity is the only ship on this list that has full, in-canon support for it being a romantic, polyamorous ship. That is, as you probably know, incredible rare in fandoms of this size. The three of them are romantically & phsyically affectionate (when they were together) and explicitly involved, which cannot be said for any other ship on the list above.

All this to say, the biggest reasons Karlnapity is so popular are that the fandom is hugely popular right now, the ship involves men, and the relationship is canon.

#karlnapity #ao3 rabbit holes #kinda #asks #sorry for taking so long to answer i went & did research and also wrote a whole long thing that i ended up taking out bc it wasnt relevant

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ofmermaidstories · 2 years

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13, 16, and 23!

Also omg merm I read that…….. 20k review of Lightlark that u linked in an ask recently and goddamn. I am utterly fascinated and mourning the current state of the publishing industry 🫣

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

Okay okay okay, like, here’s the thing: given enough incentive, I will happily ignore my own boundaries just to try something new. so if you were like, “Hey Merms, I bet you couldn’t write a Bakugou/Reader fic where Bakugou cheats on us and ALSO it ends with cannibalism” I would immediately rise to the defensive and be like, ok ur on. I would be incredibly unhappy doing it, and would do my best to try and make as many other people as possible unhappy too, LOL, but I would do it.

The problem is that it would make me miserable and peevish and depressed. Like, that would spill out from my writing time and I would go about the rest of my day—if not days—acting like I was the one who’d been cheated on and cannibalised, and simmering in that anger.

I like writing about intense things. I find it (relatively) easy to do. The difficult part is regulating how I feel about it afterwards, depending on what kind of intense it is. 🥹

(I do also wonder if this is an age thing, too. Like, When I was fifteen and a kissless virgin and writing fic, one of my most popular stories involved cheating. It was very melodramatic, and I would trot out the same trope/circumstances (our MC is cheated on by their beloved partner with someone said partner has history with) again and again over the next few years. I’ve never been cheated on! I mean, that I know of (🔪). But it was such an easy to-go for me, because it always meant instant emotional validation, right? Whereas now as an adult I prefer the relationships in my stories to either be the fun thing we’re chasing, or to be the supportive bedrock we need and NOT the source of angst, because if it’s going to hurt, then it needs to hurt in a im-going-to-cannibalise-you-and-then-kill-myself kinda way and not a we’re-gonna-break-up-and-you’re-gonna-be-a-jerk boring kinda way).

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

A plate and it was one time and I was desperate (and in the kitchen).

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

My desk is in the corner; it’s covered with letters and sketchbooks and magazines and I have four BNHA figures scattered around and one little Slyvanian baby in a blue duck costume and a ceramic jar that used to be an expensive candle that now holds a variety of lip balms and ibuprofen and also a random diamond ring that I don’t wear. I’m under a window—in the afternoon the light hits the wall and lights up my corner. Next to me I have a corkboard filled with cards and polaroids from and of my friends and also a bunch of postage stamps from Japan that I collected back when I was super into stationary.

But omg, pluvi, RE: Lightlark and the publishing industry—like, we all know that the publishing industry is there to make money, we get it. And I think that Alex Aster was probably, what, one of the first in that tiktok trend to be like, “would you read [insert tropes and Pinterest moodboard here]?” so I get it, on a purely business scale, why a publisher would swoop in and offer her money and then rush to get to get the book out. Like!!! Things and trends and interest move fast!!! You have to get that book into the hot lil hands of the teenage booktokers ASAP to make that 100k advance worth it.

But it’s so jarring to see in action! Because if Aster had an editor who cared, like, maybe a few of the bigger, more jarring problems would be tightened or changed. And idk, maybe it’s hypocritical to stand here in my un-beta’d, fanficy corner and be like, “check yourself!!!!” but???????? I will always, always be more ruthless with a traditionally published piece of work because they simply have more resources to do better. They have more eyes on it (which means, theoretically, more helpful critiquing), they have the time to write it (theoretically thanks to that advance), like—there’s just more. I expect more because they have more in which to tell this story with. If you want my money (new paperback books in Australia are easily within the $18-$30 range depending on size and genre!!!) then you have to show me that you have cared enough about this product to make it satisfying to read.

#ofmermaidstories-asks #surveys and stuff oh my #whew i can feel myself getting mad about that last part LMAOOOO it just ranks me bc like yeah yeah the publishing industry is not ur friend #it wants your money but like #at least do a better job of it guys COME ON #pluvi i… also need to dig up your tag too sdjklfhjsdkljflsdkfj i need a spreadsheet

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sillypilled-friendcel · 11 months

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i filled out the whole list

[v] 1. whats your source? (if you have one and if you have multiple)

Tsuyu Asui from BNHA

[v] 2. are you comfortable talking about your source?

yea!

[v] 3. whats your favourite thing about your source?

mmm.. probably just, all my friends

[v] 4. do have have a name you prefer over your source name?

nope

[v] 5. do you have sourcemates in your system?

yea

[v] 6. is there someone specific youre looking for or would like to interact with?

nah

[v] 7. is there someone you'd rather avoid?

nah

[v] 8. aside from your own source what things do you enjoy?

knitting, rain, frogs, manga...

[v] 9. what sets you apart from your source?

I'm not sure other than my appearance. I mean, my source character was tolerant towards Mineta whereas I punted his ass, but y'know.. yeah, mainly just I'm more angry and violent

[v] 10. what do you have in common with your source?

love of rain and frogs? i guess?

[v] 11. can we get an introduction to you?

I'm Tsuyu, but I prefer my friends to just call me Tsu. I'm 18, and I enjoy knitting. I'm still getting used to everything, but I have hope for the future.

[v] 12. free space

I want to learn how to crochet... i think i have a hook, but I'm not sure where to start

[v] 13. favourite memories?

splashing in puddles woth Tooru, Denki, Eijiro, Izuku, Mina, and Ochako

[v] 14. whats your clothing style like?

I just like comfy clothes. Denki compared it to grnadma clothes. mainly comfy sweaters and lomg comfy skirts

[v] 15. are there any headcanons of you that you like?

I haven't seen any headcanons about myself really?

[v] 16. are you okay with fanart of you?

yeah!

[v] 17. are you okay with cosplays of you?

yeah!

[v] 18. free space for true or false question

True or false, your hands are sticky in the innerworld

both, my fingerpads are sticky when i want them to be

[v] 19. free space for would you rather question

Would you rather listen to rock or jazz

rock for sure

[v] 20. is there something about the fandom of your source that you like?

eh. we're not very involved in the fandom right now, so I dont know

#🐸#bnha fictive #tsuyu asui fictive #mha fictive

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musemilitia · 2 years

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Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion. || Accepting

@lking-rp-hub asked:

🔥+ The effects of fandom on media given the increased access the internet gives us directly to the creators and companies? That's a big one tho so like I get if you wanna skip it lol

Alt topic: how important is accuracy in the adaptation process?

I might do that first one at different time... because like you said, it’s a big topic. And I do have feelings about it.

So I’ll stick with the alt topic right now. xDD

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I say it depends on the space that said adaptation is happening for -- but also if those in charge of the adaptation completely change or leave out important details that help with character development. It’s not great either.

Like with BNHA ... a little nod / flashback of some kind to Katsuki overhearing Shouto telling Izuku about his home life in the anime would have been nice. Because that might have been just a ‘small miniscule detail’ in the manga --- but it still provided so much extra context for what Katsuki was thinking about in the moment. As putting something like that in also reminds the audience that “oh yeah, Katsuki was eavesdropping back then.”

Something that neither of them knew about until the Endeavor Agency arc when they were having dinner at the Todoroki household.

Which putting in details like that further leads to understanding for the audience to know the character’s thought process -- and why the character is the way that they are.

And Katsuki, of all the characters in the bnha, is the most nuanced and subtly written characters -- to the point that I feel like his character development suffers greatly from the anime. As a lot of the subtly in his character shown in the manga -- get rushed over, not used, or are just there for comedic effect for the anime.

Which is why I feel like there’s a bit of a disconnect between anime only viewers and manga only readers for a series. Because the anime only viewers are only getting what the studios decide to animate -- and sometimes, if not most of the time, the studios don’t animate every little detail. Because they might feel “Oh this isn’t important.. it will be fine if he scrap it”. Whereas in manga -- the creator needs to put in all details no matter how small to give more context for a character’s motives. So manga readers are getting all of the details.

An adaptation that I will never appreciate and wish it would be buried in the desert a la like the old Atari ET Video Game; is the M. Night live action movie of ATLA. There are so many things wrong with that movie. So much so that fans tend to ignore that the movie exists. “There is no live action movie in Ba Sing Se.”

Like doing a live action adaptation of something that is animated is already a bad idea. Because there’s no way anyone can successfully recreate what the animation did for anything (anime, cartoons, video games) and make it look just as good.

#i think i lost the plot of what the topic is somewhere in the middle of this xDD #before getting back to the topic xDDDD #lking rp hub #{ brizzy rambles (ooc post) }#{ bri's ranting fun; }

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addawithbalmiki · 1 year

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I posted 2,276 times in 2022

That's 2,095 more posts than 2021!

205 posts created (9%)

2,071 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@bauliya

@runawaymarbles

@narutobad

@elegiesforshiva

@displayheartcode

I tagged 1,668 of my posts in 2022

Only 27% of my posts had no tags

#art - 764 posts

#naruto - 758 posts

#bnha - 358 posts

#txt - 210 posts

#sasusaku - 209 posts

#bakudeku - 165 posts

#sakura haruno - 99 posts

#sasuke uchiha - 77 posts

#izuku midoriya - 72 posts

#balmiki prose - 71 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#no but why is 'every single blade of grass is intelligent aware and thirsty for human blood' spookier than anything else you can come up wit

My Top Posts in 2022:

i don’t care about canonizing bkdk in the manga but if it doesn’t end with them being hero partners and staring at each other lovingly then what was the meaning of all of this?

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love how class 1-a treated izuku like a fresh widower mourning the love of his life after bakugo’s kidnap

someone: and about bakugo –

class 1-a: shhh! cut it out cut it out

izuku tearing up as he goes through pictures on the phone: he got taken away and i wasn’t there to save him they took my kacchan away

class 1-a: you had to go ahead and make him cry. the longest he didn’t was an hour and you broke that streak

519 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

rivalries essentially be like “do you accept this person to be your lawfully wedded rival?” and “now you may punch your rival”

551 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

every time i read bakugou’s apology, i get chills because that’s the dream. that’s a bully living through his consequences and understanding the power of his cruelty. deku gets the chance to outlive his bully’s hatred and turn a messed up relationship into one of the strongest he has. and bakugou meets him halfway. it’s a fictional paradise to see a wrong be righted and a love once severed by an ignorant boy be reborn. chills man

705 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I love how sakura is just unhinged and it gets funnier as the manga progresses because she literally doesn't have a traumatizing backstory (there's some bullying and while that's impactful, it's not something that changes her to her core).

like kakashi is a magnet for corpses of loved ones, naruto is hated by his entire village for something he never had a choice in, sasuke saw his entire clan killed by his brother, sai was raised by the Most Evil Man of the Century. they all have valid reasons to be batshit insane

whereas sakura keeps up with them in the insanity department and there's no reason. she's just like that

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chaoticeddie · 3 years

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my family misusing words bothers me more than I can say

#like my sister keeps talking about her hyperfixations but i know for a fact that they are not actually hyperfixations #they're just her current interests #idk how to describe this and maybe I'm totally wrong? but isn't a hyperfixation something where you're totally focused on one subject #like if you're hyperfixating on doctor who then that would be all you could make yourself engage in #like fanfics or watching the show or talking about it #and having it maybe affect other areas of your life?#like in my experience #when I was hyperfixated on teen wolf for four months straight #I couldn't make myself do or think about anything else #whereas right now with bnha #I'm enjoying watching the new episode every week #and I've been reading a bunch of fanfics #but it's not really getting in the way of school #and if I get an email about a fic from a different fandom updating then I'll read it #and I'm breaking up my fanfic reading with youtube and stuff #so it's completely different #and my sister definitely isn't getting hyperfixated on stuff #idk if any of this makes sense lol #ig I'm just venting #cause I hate my sister #but she's the kind of person that would use the word gaslight to mean lie

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cloudsmovingcastle · 3 years

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...I still don’t understand why RWBY gets the amount of criticism it does? Like sure, the early volumes are rough around the edges, and the writing isn’t always perfect, but like... I feel like the early volumes are pretty equivalent to most other shounen anime? Like, My Hero Academia is one of the most popular anime out there right now, and the writing for that show is objectively worse, so. What’s the deal?

And that’s not to say that I think RWBY should be exempt from criticism or anything like that, critical media consumption is definitely important. But the criticism I’m talking about here is mainly done in bad-faith and generally uh. not based in any form of reality. That or it’s just highly hypocritical. Which I guess can be chalked up to the fact that anime dudebros can be fuckin troglodytes sometimes. It just kinda boggles my mind that anyone could devote that much time to hating something, I guess. Where do you even find the time? I don’t get it.

#granted bnha gets its fair share of criticism too #i just dont get why RWBY in particular gets so much vitriol filled hate? like. we're all fucking weebs here my guy #also rwby's writing is fucking phenomenal right now #whereas shows like bnha usually have a downgrade in quality over time #so like. ?????????????#a lot of it feels like either nostalgia goggles preventing ppl from viewing their fav anime w/ a critical eye #or just. very thinly veiled misogyny #c'est la vie i guess #g speaks #rwby

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greenhappyseed · 2 years

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BnHA Ch.348 leak reactions - 100% TOGA TIME!!

I’m amused by the discourse over the opening narration because narration in BnHA has always been wildly inconsistent. Sometimes it’s Future!Izuku, sometimes it’s Current!Izuku, but it can also be an omniscient narrator or Bakugo, Uraraka, Spinner, Hawks, etc. (I think these are the characters that have narrated at some point? Maybe also Shiggy?)

Without seeing the official translation and full context, I suspect it’s an omniscient narrator telling us about Izuku’s internal panic at realizing Toga actually loves him and he never noticed. Like a year ago he talked to a girl for the first time, and then talked to a girl on the phone for the first time. Now a girl loves him? Nerdy him? Worse, he knows it’s 100% true and not a battle tactic (thanks Danger Sense!) and he was oblivious the whole time???

Toga ASKS for Izuku’s blood!! Yes girl, consent!! Seriously, that’s a big step for her. She’s trying so hard. She also mentions the middle school boy she killed, so we can close that loop.

Izuku says no, “lovers” should hold hands, go to amusement parks, and share crepes. OKAY. First, IIRC Toga used the word “lover” in the last chapter, even if it got translated to “boyfriend” in English, so if Izuku is imitating her language, that’s pretty cool. Second, his response doesn’t sound like a realistic idea of love AT ALL. It sounds like the shojo word vomit you’d expect when you ask a clueless 16 year old dude about romance. Izuku doesn’t have a model of a functional adult love in his life (at best he has Maseru and Mitsuki) and has no idea.

Meanwhile, Toga knows exactly what love means for her. It’s odd and violent, maybe, and definitely not sustainable in its current form, but she knows what she wants — to become who she loves by drinking their blood. It’s the heroes who don’t know what they want, which is precisely why she asks.

Izuku says he understands Toga because he wanted to become like All Might, the assumption being he loves and admires All Might. (I can practically hear Tsu rolling her eyes and saying “Fanboy.”) But then Izuku spells out the difference: He doesn’t want to hurt the people he admires, whereas Toga needs to. Commence fighting, because Toga’s tired of hearing everyone tell her she can’t show her love her way. She even asked Izuku nicely and he responded the same as other heroes.

Ochako says Toga’s been on her mind and Toga pulls an AFO move, saying only Izuku’s been on her mind. That ploy pissed off Bakugo in the war, freaked out Izuku post-Nagant with the “your turn” bit, and now we’ll see how Ochako reacts!

Toga attacks and cuts Ochako right after saying she hoped they’d understand each other since they’re similar. Hmmm, so if Toga is making Ochako bleed, then that means Toga might still love Ochako too, despite saying Izuku’s been her focus.

Tsu attacks back and saves the day by reminding everyone of their proper roles in the plan. She regretted moping after the forest raid and not helping her friends in Kamino, so it’s nice to see her jump into the fray and use her bluntness to her advantage.

Tsu also says Toga was sent to an island to counter her unpredictability…but Izuku’s gonna float off to UA, and Toga now has some of Ochako’s blood…so will Toga try to go alongside him? Will Toga and Ochako come to an understanding and go together?

Narrative-wise, I really dig how Toga says she loves Izuku, yet grabs him and begs him to stay. Tsu and Ochako care deeply about their friend and refuse to let Izuku be a lone superhero, yet Tsu tells Izuku to release Blackwhip and Ochako tells him to leave.

I hope Horikoshi is going to do a bit more than have Ochako pull a “if you love someone, let them go.” Or like, “You’re right Toga, we are the same. I do love Izuku. But if I ever want him to be my boyfriend, I can’t think about it now. Right now I’ve got let him stop Shigaraki, otherwise the world we love will decay and nobody will ever smile again.”

I want to see Ochako emphasize how much Toga’s smile and happiness matters. Ochako got so many chapters to defend Izuku and I want her to bring that to Toga. Izuku has helped Toga-as-Ochako, and Ochako has helped Toga-as-Izuku. But now I want Ochako to help Toga-as-Toga. It’s just devastating to hear Toga talk about how the simple act of loving others makes living too hard.

#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha 348 #mha 348 #izuku midoriya #ochako uraraka #tsuyu #froppy #himiko toga #togachako #deku

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yanderenightmare · 3 years

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How would the yanderes react if their darling was the one to initiate intimacy/sex for the first time, and how do you think their darling would come to that point? (stockholm syndrome? being touch starved/deprived as punishment? etc.)

thirsty ! BNHA imagines

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, noncon/dubcon, abuse, profanity, anxiety, guilt, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, mind control

BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

-ADDICTION

She was riding for dear life, chasing that light at the end of the tunnel.

Eyes tightly squeezed shut as she hopped up and down, sliding upon Bakugo’s impressive girth, moaning each time his tip poked into her cervix as she clapped down onto his lap again and again and again and again, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, hitting knew spots upon new spots, messaging uncharted territory, rearranging her organs, poking and prodding and fitting so snuggly and perfectly inside her she could all but start crying from the bliss of it all.

She was crying. Hot tears streaming down her cheeks, numb with how warm she was, feverish and febrile and growing madder with pleasure, drunk and drowning in euphoria.

“Fuck.” He stuttered out his gruff moan, barely holding onto her hips anymore.

He'd been inspired and insured that it would be fine to let her move on her own now, knowing he’d made it clear enough she wouldn’t be going anywhere without him being satisfied first, thinking she was showing so much enthusiasm simply to make him come quicker.

He hadn't yet sensed how desperately she was chasing the same release he was, especially since he’d already made sure she came twice before they even started. Once on fingers, once on his tongue. He wasn’t at all thinking she was preparing herself for a third time, especially not on his cock.

Having left her to do all the work for a while now, having been rendered completely blissed-out and awestruck with feeling her eager movements on top of him, he couldn’t really care much for how pathetic a mess he must have looked beneath her.

His eyes scrunched together to hold onto every sharp movement of her hips, lips pursed out and puckered with his grit-teeth, his cock standing proudly, pushing into her again and again at such a fast pace he was barely able to feel his climax coming dangerously close, too numb with pleasure to part it from his release, but as his balls were emptying inside her he shot up into a sitting position in favor of lying down, needing to hold her still so he could pump his load without it spilling, arms reaching around her to keep her pushed down and impaled on him.

She tried humping for more friction even in the tight secured lock, rocking into him, kept snug against his chest, trying so desperately to reach with his cock what was screaming inside her.

He made some indication he was done. His thick arms losing their grip around her torso, head resting on her shoulder as he panted, not yet understanding what hell or heaven he was in for, taken by surprise, by overwhelming panicked surprise.

“No!” She roared out her little whine. Her smaller hands protruding nails digging into his chest to push him back down on the bed, then continuing to ride despite feeling him tense beneath her.

He tried moving again, fearing, panicking because of his overstimulated cock being continuously pleased almost enough for it to be painful. The hunger already quenched being kept fed, drowning the thirst, so much he felt as though something might burst.

Her hands moved to yank his hair, pulling him back to rest on the pillow, her other hand pushing, seizing around his throat, violating his Adam’s apple, forcing him to gasp as he choked both on the action itself but also at the sheer controversy of it all.

Her mouth hovering above his own as he groaned from the pain of having his hairs ripped from his scalp and his vocal cords abused, whereas she only moaned in return, too concerned with feeling every inch of her being on fire to care.

“Oh fuck, please, Katsuki, please, more.”

Something tight tugged in his pelvis at the same time awe blossomed in his chest at the sight of her and those pretty eyes looking at him with tears and that sweet crinkle of plead between her brows.

His name dripping from her tongue like honey as she continued going up and down the length of his oversensitive cock, slipping even easier in now when coated in his cum. Her thighs sticking to his in juices as her head dipped to lay against his chest while she continued slapping, jumping on his cock with an unrelenting, unsatisfied determination.

His cock throbbed inside her, nearly crying, screaming with something playfully akin to aching, a pressure building again even as he thought it impossible.

She was stabbing herself with his cock, squeezing and seizing and fluttering around the blade, driving him mad.

But as soon as he got over the feeling of bursting, could he pull himself back.

Grabbing her waist and hoisting her off him, she nearly sobbed at the loss of contact.

He pouted in mimic, condescendingly. “Is the little slut begging for more?”

He grinned maniacally as he mounted her, surprised to see and feel her desperately trying to get closer as he pushed her down into the sheets beneath him, lining himself up with her sopping greedy cute little cunt.

He only teased for about a moment more before impaling her on his length once again, pushing all the way into her in a mere swift second, dragging a real pornstar-beautiful moan from her, gleeful to see her squeal with pleasure as he began thrusting into her sharply, angled to hit that sweet blissful spot inside her.

“Be a good girl and cum for me again.” He growled and she swore she felt it like thunder in her stomach, like explosions, like lightning striking. “That’s what you want isn’t it?” The frenzy in his voice, once only terrifying, now made her toes curl and her head feel like cotton. “You want me to make you cum? You want to cum on my cock like a good slut? My slut? Come on, cum for me.”

She was being fucked completely silly.

Tongue falling from her mouth along with a string of wet moans and drool and his name. Her eyes swimming with tears as she tried focusing on his and the gut-churning look of feral dominant lust in the heat of them that had her pussy clenching around him, yet was barely able to hold his gaze as she was being fucked into a cross-eyed mess, feeling the pressure build and build and build and getting so close to bursting she was crying with how she was being kept from her climax by some unknown cruelty.

She just needed him to go harder, go faster.

She just needed more, she just needed him, needed him and his glorious cock to help her.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

-APOLOGY

“I hate you!”

It slipped before she was able to stop it, before she could reconsider, before she could save herself.

She watched with terror-wide eyes locked on his, awaiting whatever awful murderous intent he chose fit for her punishment, and was at once trembling.

Knees growing weak, apologies falling broken on her tongue as her fear’s need to cry outweighed her wish for recovery, resulting in simply blubbering on her sobs. Small frail hands reached out in protection, in a timid means of making him give her a second to gather herself as she fell apart with the painful fear that clenched around her heart, making it hard to breath, making it hard to see, hard to stand, hard to think, hard to do anything except for gasp for air, air that seemed to not want to enter her lungs quick enough.

“Hey, hey… breathe.”

She hadn’t even realised she’d collapsed, nor that Izuku had come to catch her fall, rocking her back and forth in his arms, head resting in his palm. Her eyes wide and frantic as she looked up at him for help, helpless in her crippling anxiety, anxiety he was the trigger of and seemingly the only source of comfort as well.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I take it back, I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry, please, forgive me, forgive me!” She gulped on shuddering breaths, sobbing, hysterical in her scrambling, so completely panicked, so utterly destroyed by her fear of him, knowing how those hands of his could hold the world just as easy as her head and her heart, where despite knowing that through and through she still sought out the comfort in how his fingers stroked through her locks, petting her calm.

Her hands, retrieving more and more mobility, reached up to fold across his back.

“I don’t hate you, I’m sorry, I’m just stupid, forgive me, I’m just ungrateful and spoiled and stupid.”

Tears rolled down her face as she propped herself up in his lap, hands desperate as she intertwined them in his locks, fervently trying to make up for her mistake, trying to prove she was able to correct herself, that she didn’t need another lesson, another one of his mind-shattering bone-crushing lessons.

The fact that he’d forced her into a perverted set of lingerie had fallen to waste, the fact that he’d been lecturing her about how she belonged to him, how she had no right to disobey him, how she was just a dumb little girl in a world too big for her to ever possibly understand, how she was good for nothing but being stress-relief for him. None of that mattered anymore.

What mattered was persuading him into taking enough pity on her to let her indiscretion slide.

She just needed to beg enough, she just needed to grovel and plead and cry enough.

“Sweetie…” He hummed, no anger present in his voice, but then again, there never was. Tone always laced or dripping with honey, giving no hint as to where his mindset was or what he was about to do.

And all it managed to do was make her cry harder, hold onto him tighter, fear climbing higher.

“It’s okay, Sweetie… I know you didn’t mean it.”

His words were all but reassuring, as she was waiting for the other side of the coin to show its face, waiting to hear his but’s and if’s and punishments and corrections, waiting for those hands of his to show her, to prove to her what she already knew yet let herself forget, that she was a small helpless stupid girl and he was nothing short of god.

“But…”

And there it was, her worst fear, her worst nightmare, all sounded in one word.

She couldn’t let him continue, and by god she couldn’t let him finish.

Wet soft bloated lips met, or rather pushed, forced themselves upon his stiff ones, suffocating all reprimanding comments, all and everything he was about to say.

She shuffled into a cradling position on his lap, body and chest glued tightly in his embrace, hands running, tangling, gripping desperately onto the emerald locks at the nape of his neck, lips whimpering upon his ones, as though begging them to kiss back.

That desperation tasted delicious on his tongue. How she sat on his lap like some wounded animal, begging for the kind and nurturing hand of their master to help soothe the pain away.

He wasn’t about to discourage that type of behavior, that form of apology.

She wasn’t ready to take his cock, but then again, she never was with how gifted he was and how cursed she were. His cock being so threateningly huge, just like the rest of him.

But given the rest of him was just as threatening, she could manage, she could survive taking but one of his limbs rather than having all his brutal strength take care of her.

So she buttoned up his pants, trembling fingers working hurriedly, spiked by fear of both what was to come and what would come were she to stop. Her mouth still laying sloppy tearful kisses onto his lips, as he didn’t seem to mind just how much she was sobbing to please him.

She was at once stroking him when he was out, her other hand rushing to save her own life as it messaged her clit, trying to warn her of what was to come, what needed to come.

Still he hadn’t said anything, still let her slave for him. Though that might be for the best in this case.

His large hands placed palms down on the floor, simply supporting him as he leaned on them.

When she broke off the kiss, he was about to correct her, yet she ducked quicker, wrapping her warm and wet lips around his cock and giving th head a swirl with her tongue before pushing down as far as she could, glucking on him so eagerly and desperately, rendering what reprimanding movement was to come of his hand to an encouraging petting of her head instead.

She only sucked for a brief moment, leaving the proudly bobbing spit-slicked pole cold once she parted with only strings of drool connecting them. She shuffling back up to align him with her entrance hurriedly.

Her lip quivered as she looked at him to search his stoic features, her body frozen, left to simply hover and sway above his impatient member, as she tried her best to quickly brace herself for the pain she was about to feel.

But then his patience wavered, and strong hands griped her hips and forced her down to take the cock, impaling her as he sheathed himself fully, earning a high-pitched screaming whimper from her.

She fell to his chest, hands tugging his shirt to steady herself as she winced at the feel of him tearing her apart.

“Silly me…” He chuckled, the sound cold and gut-wrenching. “Rewarding you when I should be punishing you.”

She breathed sporadically, hitched and hiccupping.

“I don’t deserve it, I don’t deserve it-”

Agreeing was the only course of action for her, the only thing she could afford.

“That’s right, you don’t deserve it.”

But the world is far from fair.

TODOROKI SHOTO

-DISTRACTION

He was coming.

He was coming and nothing could stop him, nothing could change his mind, nothing could help and nothing could save her, except maybe the next worst thing.

Bargaining pain with unwanted pleasure, the price being her pride, her dignity, her strength.

It would happen anyway after he was done making pretty artwork of her flesh, after he’d tampered with her limits long enough.

She had the chance to skip to the end. But the price remained her spirit, steep like her fear and heavy like her mind, heart and soul scaled together.

And yet, she made the gamble.

It was either she let him bite, chew and swallow her heart and spirit and soul on repeat or she bit back.

This was her biting back.

This was survival of the fittest.

This was her surviving.

She needed to take her aim now or never, before he did it first. So, she barreled the arrow, struck the bow, leveled her hawkeye and took the shot.

“I love you, Shoto.” She proclaimed.

Arrow flying, hands smooth in receiving his chest before he could tug her towards him. Meeting his hungry approach with a focused desperation of her own, dedicated as she pushed him back so that he was the one sitting and she was the one on top for once.

Hands gentle, without much pressure, drumming up the bruises and scars of his chiseled stomach, one side cold, the other hot.

“Will you let me show you how much I love you?” She questioned.

Time to see if the arrow had hit, lips pressed firmly to his forehead a short second later, before pressing one against his temple, careful to not hurt him where the skin was scarred and sensitive around his eye, then one against his jaw, and neck, and shoulder, and chest, trailing down further and further.

He stirred once she kissed on a particular cut, his hands coming to hold her back as he began sitting up.

Yet she was firm in her resolution, her own hands pushing his shoulders down.

“No, no...” She tutted, tone still soft. Not at all as though she was giving him a demand. Not at all like how he thought a command should sound, what he’d learned his mistakes would grant him from those people he trusted.

Not at all like his father’s voice of tyranny and terror.

“Let me take care of you.” She whispered it, and his heart clenched with memories of how his mother would patch him up after training.

The arrow well planted in his chest now.

“You just lie back...”

She kissed his cheek then, adamant she’d make him cry, make him become soft, help him, to save herself.

“Relax....”

She kissed his lips then and she swore she heard him whimper like a kicked pup, all fragile beneath her, broken and just a boy rather than the cruel man she knew him to be.

And then he was crying. Softly and quietly, but crying nonetheless. Thin streams of saltwater running down the corners of his pretty eyes.

He looked so vulnerable then. Vulnerable like glass, no… like ice melting.

And when the ice had finally melted she could either swim or drown in what ocean was left behind, all depended on how softly she handled him, where one wrong word would make him sharp like bladed icicles again, and the right words would keep him like this. Small, weak, needy, tame. You can only kiss storms when you’re right in the eye of them, where one misstep will send you flying, falling, to your despair, to your death.

She could make no mistakes.

She aligned her naked sex up with his. The steam in the room layered thick with dew on their naked bodies, alongside nervous sweat.

“You and I are the only ones that matter in this entire world, Shoto…”

She sat down, hungrily ripping a groan from his chest at her almost brutal pace, and she moaned as she dipped down to lay herself on his chest, feeling him sink and twitch inside her, fill her up so perfectly, like two things falling into sync, like yin and yang, like balance.

“It’s only you and me between heaven and hell.”

She whispered the words like a chant, like witchcraft, the breath of them tickling his skin as she kissed down his pelvis, still firmly planted on top of him, hand trailing after, running over him smoothly and precisely, careful in their venture, before dropping down from the loft of his hips to entangle her small breakable finger in his destructive hands

“And everything else is just falling snow…”

She rocked her hips, like a smooth wave rolling into shore, thighs cradling his torso snugly, keeping him safe and trapped beneath her as she continued lolling forward on repeat, tentatively feeling after the pressure his hands gave hers, how tightly he squeezed, if it were a form of encouragement or discomfort, their wrists laid on the warmth of her thighs.

“I love you, Snow-Angel.” He cried, voice jagged and so far away from anything she’d ever heard.

And though this was what she’d been aiming for, having it enrol before her was a frightening type of uncharted waters she hadn’t at all any knowledge of how to tackle.

And that fear, the fear of drowning, increased so spectacularly when he sat up.

His fingers slipping from hers, leaving her control and wrapping around her torso instead, tightly, so tightly she feared he’d break her spine.

And then the heat followed, the blistering heat.

And then the cold, the promise of frostbite.

But then… he was still crying...

Crying like a toddler into her shoulder, nuzzling in her neck and all those terrifying and painful promises seemed to mellow, leaving her unscathed yet panicked, as without the pain she had no way of knowing when or where to go, resulting to her simply sitting there, comforting her captor, speared on his cock of her own choosing, with his tears running down her back.

Her heart beating painfully rapid in her chest as she slowly and unsurely raising her freed fingers to wrap into his dual-coloured locks, petting his head and hoping, praying she wasn’t falling prey to any false sense of safety.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

-HABIT

They were doing what they always did.

Simply lounging.

Slugged on the bed, in each-other’s arms. Sickly sweet fumes in the dank room. Air thick like a cloud, dark and grey and matt.

The walls having been erased or rather blurred out into nothing, leaving them there, floating in and about nothing, each-other’s warmth the only constant.

Where in the complete lack of scheduling it had become like schedule, like ritual to simply lay and do nothing, then do something that threw them back into exhaustion which in turn resulted in yet again doing nothing, except maybe sleep.

The day lacked much, and in its lacking there were certain expectations, certain instincts and impulses that had arisen inside her.

She knew something was coming, anticipation, she knew something was supposed to come, and yet they still laid there and did nothing, when they were supposed to be doing… well… something, so that they yet again could go back to doing nothing.

It was safe to say her head had become rather empty at this point.

“Are we forgetting something?” She felt the need to ask, felt the need to hear Dabi tell her, give orders in where she should go and what she should say, something not allowing her to feel the terror of why those necessasties had become second nature or why she found refuge in them.

He mumbled in return, tone dark and scratchy like gravel or coal, evoking something to twist in her lower abdomen and purr with pleasure. “And what would that be?”

Dabi’s hand still fingered a rolled blunt, perfect with his expertise and nimble lanky fingers. Hand dragged to his mouth to take the final blow, smoke puffed out into the small space of the bedroom, layered thickly in the air.

Her eyes puffy and watery and red yet remaining open out of habit. Her lips burned, or rather stung, prickled from the after affects, her mouth dry as though full of ash, and as she breathed she felt the scratchy raw feeling of her throat by how much she’d been coughing earlier.

Dabi was always certain she didn’t take proper drags, therefore resulting in taking the drag for her, locking his lips painfully tight around hers, blowing until her face turned red and he could be sure the smoke reached her lungs. He was never satisfied before her eyes glossed over, blank and stupid, blinking at him so softly, as all off her became softer and softer, both her gaze, her voice, her words, her actions, her thoughts, her resistance.

“I don’t know…” She honestly didn’t, all she felt was that something was missing, that she required something, or that something was required of her, the feeling that she was supposed to be doing something or have something done to her.

Dabi turned his head to look at her, inspecting her features, the cute confusion warping her face into a feeble timid expression, brows softly scrunched together, eyes focusing on nothing yet something as she raked through her empty head, her foggy ditzy subdued head.

A look of near endearment present on his face as he watched on for a second for the sake of amusement.

He cupped her cheek, her eyes quickly skittering to meet his, as though on command, knowing by instinct that was what she was supposed to do.

“Are you waiting for something, doll?”

Her lips quivered, and he could already spot the brimming of bubbling tears that came flooding to the surface. Soon to be spluttering out hopeless mumbles if he didn’t save her from the fall first. He was almost tempted not to, if only to scoop up what was left afterwards, put the pieces back together in whatever order he so wished, but he was feeling benevolent tonight.

His smile was soft as it neared her, deceptively so, kind and well-wishing, as his lips met with hers.

It felt like salvation, it felt like peace, it felt like all was falling into place, the way they should be, and she felt safe, no… she felt saved. From what? She did not know, as she had not the mind to care. All she had the mind for was to kiss back.

She moved more on her own now, with the reminder of his tongue in her mouth, the taste making her feel like she was being welcomed home.

Leg sweeping over his to plant herself in his lap, in her rightful place, feeling the all too familiar poking of his hard cock kept bulged beneath the comfort or discomfort of his briefs and jeans, brushing into and past the thin fabric of her cotton laced panties, soon to be drenched, as on cue, as though she’d been taught that would be best.

Her eyes were wide, wide with falling, with being lost, with wanting him to catch her, to save her, wide with waiting, hanging onto his every movement, as though incapable of doing anything on her own, as though only capable of taking orders. Just as he’d shaped her.

His finger drummed alongside her thighs where she knelt on his cock. His other hand doing the same, meeting where his jeans were kept on, unbuttoning, then zipping down, all so slowly, all to watch her features turn even more lost, into something that looked so adorably like hope.

“Is this what you wanted?”

He pulled his stiff dick out of his boxers, having it spring and stand proudly in the air, curved and pierced with all sorts of fun.

She licked her lips mindlessly, eyeing the pole, wanting, no, needing, no… compelled to pull her underwear aside, revealing what dripping drooling well-trained mess had pooled from her.

Feeling so utterly fulfilled, it feeling so positively right, as though what she’d lost was now returned, was she’d been missing she’d found, and what more, what she’d been missing had been missing her as well, hungrily so, painfully so. It was all she could think of when she eased down onto the towering pole until she was filled up to the brim, only to push down some more to envelope him entirely, feel him stretch and curve inside her.

More after that, she didn’t know what she needed to do, but she was sure she’d know once she got there, she was sure Dabi would be a saint and tell.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

-BOREDOM

She was losing her mind.

It was a horrendous type of silence. Silence that wasn’t really silence at all as it was cut and sliced and murdered and bled out into the tactless endless mocking clicking of Tomura’s consoler.

Sharp aggressive smacks where he thumbed the joysticks, quick slaps with his long veiny bony fingers slamming with unneeded force into fragile buttons.

She felt the sting in her temple, eyes squeezed so impossibly tight to a close as her ears sung with irritation.

“I’m done.”

She only barely recognised her own voice. Though she knew she mouthed the words and she knew she added timber and tone to sound them, but that whine, that sickly sweet defeat that laced the syllables, as though she were crying, as though she were begging, that wasn’t her, but that was who she’d become.

“You win.”

And she wasn’t at all sure if she cared anymore about her defeat.

“No… I’m about to.” He mumbled, eyes glancing to her briefly, split-secondly, before they swiftly, with lightning speed, stuck back to watch the bright screen a foot in front of him, the clicking made by his ruthless fingers never once stopping.

She wondered how such force was even possible, given he had to lift one digit on each hand in order not to destroy what he held so preciously. How he had the grip, the agility, the mobility and speed and precision was something that spurred through her mind each time she watched him go on, winning more so than losing. She guessed it was practice. Sometimes it would amaze her, somedays she would watch mindlessly as he sped through all levels, all ranks, all challenges, all side quests, win after win, wondering if it even posed any challenge, any stimulation when he seemed to complete them all with such ease and finesse, effortlessly.

Sometimes it would amaze her, but this was not one of those times.

She swore her ears were bleeding, they were screaming and crying and strangling all wishes she had of sleep. The bed was too soft and everything was too soft, too quiet, yet not quiet at all and she was so fucking bored, so fucking drained of everything and anything except irritation and the need for something and anything, something loud, something sharp to wake her up, something terrifying or something anything everything that could make her feel something anything everything.

She needed it, and she needed it desperately, all things aside, fuck who she was, and especially fuck that shitty fucking game he was playing.

“Fuck! Your stupid! Game! Tomura!”

She hadn’t even realized she’d slid off the bed and was standing on her numb feet, game controller snatched from him in one second and smashed to smithereens on the wall in the next.

She looked more shook than him, if he was being honest.

Nonetheless.

“What the fuck?!”

He was mad, no, he was fuming.

And she lived for it.

“I swear, you’re gonna pay-”

He hadn’t even reached her before her lips split into a grin, eyes like lightning awaiting the thunder.

“Gladly, punish me, do something, do anything!”

She wasn’t proud with her playful hinting, but you aren’t supposed to live your life without doing things you regret. And though she was playing spoiled brat for a notorious villain, the most dangerous individual she’d ever met, he also had a cock crafted by monsters that seemed to hit every spot it needed to, finding and creating new ones as it filled her up to the brim and she was salivating just by the thought of being split open on it, especially by seeing what mood she’d conjured from him.

But, even though her pride dripped from between her thighs, she was not too eager to plainly say that she desired his dick balls-deep within her needy cunt.

“What?”

He’d stopped in his tracks, eyeing her. And though some part of him wanted to believe what disgusting depraved thoughts he had regarding why she was seeking his attention, he knew better, rendering her annoyance to simply picking a fight with her captor, quite like a how child throws tantrums at their parents or prisoners riot.

Turns out her playful words did little to sway his thoughts regarding the situation.

“You’ve been playing your dumb videogames all week!” She whined, almost screeching. Eyes angry and lips pouty.

He wanted nothing more but to show her what bad behaviour would give her, but seeing how punishment would be giving her what she had requested, he wasn’t too quick to fold to his desires.

“It feels like I’m dying, make me feel something, anything…”

She was pleading he realized, and stopped in wonder at the revelation.

She was pleading with him, begging for him, for anything of him, anything meaning anything…

Yet… surely not what he wanted it to mean.

“No.” He forced on a nonchalant tone. “You smashed my controller, I’m not rewarding you for that, there are nicer ways of asking…” He drawled and turned casually to get back in his chair, pondering his need to purchase another custom-made console, thinking he had a couple things he wanted to fix anyway.

Was she really going to have to be so literal? Was she really going to have to bend over and beg for him to take her? Was she really going to have to serve him her heart, her spirit, her mind, and soul and body on a silver platter for him to take it?

She thought he was greedy. She thought he was depraved enough to hear what she was asking of him.

No way he was ignoring the invitation, right?

If that were the case, he could at least mock her for her begging, but he barely seemed to even recognise her change in attitude at all. Granted, she couldn’t really see much of his expression beneath that mop of hair.

She wanted to scream, pull her hair out of her head, yet as her knees hit the floor and Tomura sat back down in his chair, she realized she had but one thing to do.

Crawl.

She was silent, shuffling under the table, taking one gluttonous drag through her nose, mouth watering at the reek of male musk, his musk, Tomura’s musk, a smell so undeniably him.

She wasn’t sure she wanted to let him know she was there yet, but decided to be a tease and better prepare him for what she was about to do.

Experienced and confident fingers pressed a woman’s touch to his ankles, running skilled tender touches over the flexing of his calves’ muscles, despite feeling him tense beneath her. Undiscouraged as they went smoothly over his thighs to reach the hem of his boxers, reaching inside them to pull out what she was proud to feel thick and stiff and just as needy as her, warm and pulsating in her tiny palm.

Handling him delicately. First she licked her lips wet and gave the head a pretty popping kiss, before producing her tongue like a pillow for the cap and flicking the pink muscle from side to side under the sensitive skin that was already oozing with precum onto her tastebuds.

She her his breath stifle, but allowed him no rest as she closed her warm wet mouth around him.

He broke instantly.

Now knowing it wasn’t his mind playing tricks.

“Fuck! You win, you win!” He hissed, hand wrapping around her throat to pull her up from her conquering. “If I’d known what a needy little slut you were I'd have given you cock earlier. You should’ve just said so...”

They both giggled ludically as he threw her down on the bed, Thrill already bubbling up a storm on her insides with such lust to be fucked out of her bloody mind she was quaking from head to toe and screaming out her moan when he pushed perfectly into her wetness in one fell swoop.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

-NECESSITY

He heard the padding of her approach. Soft footed and gentle. Not at all like how she would usually stomp around in rage of being trapped.

He didn’t look up at first, thinking she didn’t want anything to do with him, as per usual, yet in his blurry unfocused vision he could spot she’d stopped in front of him, waiting for his acknowledgement, where he sat on the coach, undisturbed and undisturbing until now, scrolling through his phone.

He decided to ignore her, testing to see if she’d speak up and announce her demands, yet was surprised to see she stood there patiently, no words, no screams.

Curiosity getting the better of him he looked up, finding her standing there bare-footed, skin wet, towel wrapped around her, hair dripping, eyes leaking, though not from shower-water, but from brimming with tears.

His instincts kicked in then at the sight of her.

“Are you okay?”

He sprung from the coach, expecting her to push him away once he reached for her, yet was surprised to feel her attach to him, latch around him, welcome his warmth and his offered condolence instead of her usual rejection and snarling.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, why are you crying?”

He realized then that her body was quaking, seemingly febrile, so much plead knotted between her brows he’d never seen anything like it.

It made him concerned to say the least, eyes searching her body for any possible explanation in the form of bruises, thinking maybe she’d hurt herself, already scolding himself for having left her alone.

“Baby? What's going-”

He didn’t smell it at first, what with the scent being washed off and all at the hands of her shower, but the aroma was soon layered thick in the room, growing alongside her desperation.

A scent so heavenly, so lavish and sweet and ambrosial, already making water pool in his mouth.

Her shaking made sense then, so did the tears, and the desperation and the potent adorable look of despair written all over her pitiful little cute face.

“Oh… I see.”

He was going to take advantage of this.

He was going to ring it for every drop it was worth.

“Does my little angel need me?” His voice shed its concern swiftly, curling into something sweetly sadistic and salacious.

His fingers hung onto her chin, or rather, her chin hung off his fingers.

“If you ask nicely perhaps I’ll-”

“You’re being cruel.” She stated, voice so sweet, so vulnerable, breaking as she sniffled, bottom lip trembling so preciously, as he wasn’t sure the shower-water was instead not indeed sweat. Knees weak, arms heavy, head pounding, stomach hurting, eating her from the inside in desperate need to feed the bottomless hunger that was growing and weeping in her lower abdomen.

Her hand held loosely over her stomach, visibly shaking.

He ignored her statement. “That was a long shower…” It was an insinuating observation, cocky in its nature. “Were you trying to help yourself on the showerhead?”

He quirked a brow at him, a smirk playing in the corner of his mouth.

“Trying to get out of grovelling for me, hm? Despite knowing how my cock is the only thing that can save you.”

He was gleeful, sadistic bliss tickling through his body, sending pleasure through every nerve, because he knew, he knew he was right and he knew what was coming. He knew she would fold, surrender, succumb, and he knew how grateful she’d be afterwards, dripping with his cum, eyes opium-blown, euphoric and fluttering, and looking at him with such wholehearted, such won-over love.

Though, know all that filled her eyes were glistening tears and swirling suffering.

“It hurts…”

His heart clenched at that.

She looked like a toddler, small and weak and helpless and innocent, as though if it weren’t for her predicament she wouldn’t be abusing every ounce of energy in her being to make him miserable.

How ironic, she being the miserable one now, all dependent on him.

“It hurts, please, please help me, help me, Keigo.”

She was aching. Her small needy hands coming to grab at him, to pull him closer as she sobbed, whining so beautifully for him.

“I need you, Keigo.”

He was getting wrapped up in it, hanging onto every perfect needy jerking she did to try and get closer, to try and help herself against him, licking it up as though he was parched

And he was, he truly was, she’d drained him dry, rejecting each and every proclamation of his love. She’d laughed at it, waged war against it, and here she was, finally, embracing it, begging for it.

He realized, he needed this just as much as she did.

He didn’t need anything weightless like a stupid apology, he just needed to hear her say those pretty words.

“I need Hawks.”

Her eyes grew dark, pupils blown wide with lust as her words were laced with such feral carnality.

His hands grabbed ahold of her ample hips, grinding her into himself, where she met his attack by effortlessly maneuvering her legs to wrap around his torso, hands cupping his face as she peered into his eyes, wanting to drown herself in the gold.

“I need you deep inside me, filling me up, wreaking me…”

Her lips hovered above his own as she clutched tightly onto him, begging with every inch of her body, clinging to him as though it were for her very life.

“I need your cum, I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk or talk or think or feel, until I’m numb and all I can see is you, all I can think is you, all I am is you and yours.”

He was left awestruck by the way she looked at him, as though he were the world, or her god, with so much love and so much desperate desire and fear.

A fear he’d come to know all too much chasing her. A fear of rejection, a fear of having her heart broken, a feeling that’s all too much like dying.

“I need your love, please, please love me, Keigo.”

He couldn’t refuse, despite wanting to have used this opportunity as a lesson, he couldn’t. He couldn’t leave her suffering and he most definitely couldn’t leave himself suffering now that his cock was hungry for the attention she was all too eager to give him.

SHINSO HITOSHI

-SUBMITANCE

She knew she should be disgusted, she knew she should be angry, she should be fighting it.

If she were the feral creature quite alike the lioness or tigress or any other wild cat, she should by law be scratching and clawing and snarling. She should revolt, reject, uproar at the feel of a collar around her throat.

But here she was, big wide glossy opium-soaked eyes staring up at her Master and his compelling lilac orbs, feeling her stomach curl at the feel of his big fist tugging her leash as he hovers above her, purring like a little kitten, like the little kitten she was, at the feel of his swollen thick cock filling her up so snuggly, breeding her good, while she drools at the collar put, not just on her throat, but on her mind, panting over the thought of having his commands lick every nerve of her body, making her twist and bend and bow all to his wishes.

Fluffy tail wrapped around his leg, holding onto him in the softest form of embrace as her hands are otherwise occupied with being tied to the bed-post.

She whimpered, aching fingers wanting to touch, to run smooth soft fingertips over his skin, his scars, tangle in his wild lavish purple locks.

She bit her lip and clenched around the member inside her, making him groan as he bottomed-out and pulled back again.

“Could- could Master… untie me?” She needed to ask, voice timid and hopeful, again feeling him slowly inch into her core, messaging her insides, her walls kissing alongside his girth, sucking on him gratefully.

He quirked an eyebrow, as if to ask why, or to tell her why he couldn’t do that.

“I want to touch you…” She pleaded, a confession so sweet and voice anything but brazen or wanton, blinking shamefully, guilty of her lust, even though in the light of what he’d done to her and made her do to him, it sounded like mere child’s play, something she shouldn’t even be allowed to be embarrassed about.

His eyes scanned her, curious, doubting her, yet having felt how her legs wrapped around his torso, and the ever-playful cuddling tail that had slithered between his thighs and latched itself around his ankle, tugging on him like such a clingy little devoted kitty.

His lips curled up into a smile, looking down at his little bashful housebroken pet, thrilled to see her look up at him too, eyes full of awe on both sides, lustful, loving.

He pushed himself fully into her, cockhead kissing her cervix, and she gave a mew, moaning while he bowed down to meet her lips with his.

His hands danced up her arms, drumming alongside her limbs before they met with the knots around her wrists, tugging them loose.

Once she was free she hesitated. Eyes still so wide, as though asking for permission, as though asking for guidance, or… as though she were waiting for him to tell her what to do, and then, as though a question was burning at her lips.

“Master… ask me a question?” She requested, slowly bringing her hands down from their position, placing them around the back of his neck, fingers playing with his soft wild hair.

He needed to take a second or two to really fathom what she’d just said, where his mind seemed to leap once he did.

“Something you don’t want the answer to.”

He swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling a rush of blood pool in his cheeks. His breathe grew heavy and eyes intense.

“Do you know what you’re asking?”

He needed to be sure, he needed to hear her say it, admit to it

His doubts were answered as she blinked, biting her lips, looking away shyly, clearly knowing how wrong it was of her to request him entering and playing with her mind like that.

“Yes…”

He couldn’t help but smile at her timidity, how she blushed under his gaze. But still, he needed her to give him the entirety of her desire.

“Tell me…”

He rested his forehead on her hers, happy with butterflies in his stomach at the feel of her affectionate hands running through his locks.

“What do you want from me, Kitten?”

Her breath shuddered, legs climbing higher up his back, pulling him closer. Their eyes so adamant on looking, drowning in the other. His storm of lilac so dominant and dangerous, making her mouth water and toes curl and head flutter with knowing how she was completely trapped, completely where he wanted her, loving it all the same, finding refuge in the fact, finding safety and belonging and peace.

“I want…”

Her eyes where only wide, wide with hope and searching for if he’d catch her when she now jumped, leaped into his arms.

“I want you. I want your- your teeth in my mind, marking me, making me yours, making me… feel…”

All of her was clinging to him now, her tail so neatly and snuggly slithered around his ankle, as though chaining him to her, her hands as well entangled with the unruly hair at the nape of his neck, her legs wrapped around him so tightly and desperately, pussy clenching around his cock like a vice, and her eyes hanging off of all and everything of what was giving her.

“Making you feel what?” He pushed, giving another thrust where he barely pulled out only to rock into her again.

“Safe.”

That was such an innocent word, such a sweet wish it made his heart hurt with something he couldn’t quite place, whether it was guilt or satisfaction he couldn’t tell.

“Will you do that? For me?”

He could get lost in those eyes of hers forever, those moon-big round eyes, opium-black and blown pupils so wide he thought he was falling through space with how much they reflected the limited light inside their room.

“Do you love me?” He asked then, fearing the answer.

“Yes.”

A word can be so many things, a vow, a promise, an echo, a welcome.

Her eyes went blank then, but not before she gave the softest hum as though to say thank you as she felt his presence seep into her mind. Her limbs losing all types of stress, becoming numb and soft. All her worries blanketed, where all she dreamt of was velvet lilac-tinted oceans, getting drunk on grapes and the smell of lavender and all things purple like those great godlike eyes staring down at her, the ones keeping her spellbound and tethered in a deadlock, the ones she belonged to.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

-COMFORT

The slamming shut of the apartment door, followed by the digital clicking of the lock being closed is how she knew he was home.

He hadn’t said anything.

Where usually he would at least greet her as she quickly sprung across the marble floors to welcome him home, take his jacket, kiss his cheek, all so perfectly like he’d taught her.

He hadn’t said anything.

No ‘I missed you’ or ‘thank you, princess’.

He hadn’t said anything at all.

But most things with Kai weren’t verbal anyway.

She’d learned to pick up cues, analyze a raised brow, or a slight shift in posture, or the almost imperceptible narrowing of his eyes.

He hadn’t said anything, but the scowl that accompanied his aura spoke volumes to the girl. Finding his state of mind, concerned with what she found, as it was not his usual nonchalance nor his occasional contempt, but bitter.

He groaned then, once she’d helped him out of his jacket, green and tacky, purple faux fluff, something so out-of-place on Kai, yet also serving as one of his key recognizable traits.

He kicked off his shoes, also something so very out of character it brought her concern, followed by him shuffling, feet dragging on the floors in complete opposition to how he would usually walk, with his head held high, regarding the floor as though it should be grateful to be gifted by him walking on it.

Now though, he slumped, still without a word, up the stairs, sauntering without haste, without enthusiasm, all in goal of reaching the bed, which he laid out flat on once he got to it.

“Are you okay?” She asked timidly, having followed him and standing unsurely on the threshold of the door, not knowing whether she was welcome or not.

He simply pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing, giving her the answer she’d guessed already.

“Can I do anything to help?” Again, she kept her voice soft and tender, hopeful; cheerful in hopes of cheering him up.

“I doubt it.” His answer was curt and bitter as he sat up on the bed, tugging loose his tie with an exhausted growl of irritation.

She padded around the bed then, not exactly having been given an invitation to stay, but not exactly having been given any indication to leave either.

Careful as she climbed up behind him, like a cat easing in on its prey, gracious and soft and focused on not alarming or disturbing the goal.

“Surely there must be something I can do?”

His ears picked up on the play in her voice, the thin hairs at the back of his neck rising, yet his curiosity was stifled as her hands, once so small and insignificant, became the hands of God.

Fingers kneading into his back, thorough and forceful yet welcomed by him through a breathy guttural groan, closing his eyes with much needed rest as he let himself fall completely to the feeling of her messaging all his tense stress right out of his shoulders, seemingly sucking all the bad out of him.

He gave yet another throaty groan as her fingers rubbed and dug into his back, her hand stopping his head from slugging forward, cupping him tenderly and guided him to rest against the softness of her chest instead.

“Do you feel better now?”

She spoke like how a mother should, sweet like summer breeze, just above a whisper, eager to please, affectionate, without ill-will, without anything to gain, selfless and beautiful, and something he was in desperate need of.

He moaned, a long dragged out breathy moan, one filled with such potent gratitude it made her smile.

“Getting there...”

She hummed, her hands like absolution handling his back like dough, thumbs rubbing the stiffness into tender soft flesh once again, working through the knots, before climbing, mounting his shoulders and ensnaring his neck, gentle fingers running smoothly to unbutton his shirt, her face nuzzling in his neck as it was exposed to her, soft plump lips kissing the sensitive skin found there, knowing exactly where to focus, hearing him moan in relief as she zeroed in on his soft-spot.

Her hands running, dancing down his chest, unbuttoning the last of his buttons, helping him slide out of it.

Quick to take her bra off, still while kissing his neck, before pushing her warm soft mounds into his back, hugging herself against him.

“How about now?” Her voice like honey as her words tickled on his neck.

“Almost…”

She slithered around to seat herself in his lap, hands cupping his cheeks as she leaned in to kiss him, naked chest rubbing up against naked chest, warm and soft, homey and safe.

Her hand drummed playfully down his stomach, reaching his pants, moving skillfully on its own to undo the belt-buckle, then the button, then pulling down the zipper.

He shuffled them down his thighs on his own, still keeping his chin lifted to receive her kisses. His clothed erection bumping up into the thin protection of her panties.

Her hand, still so smoothly, reached under the band of his boxers to pull him out. Though his rough way of ripping her lacy underwear off managed to break through her calm demeanor as she yelped a bit and flinched.

However the surprise was quickly followed by giggles as she continued to kiss him, feeling his smirk against her lips and soon his hand cupping her ass before running hungry pressured fingertips around her thigh to play with her slit, thumb roughly pushing into her clit as other reckless digits ran though her folds to test the waters, quite parallel to how carefully she handled his cock with her own elegant hand, rubbing him up and down ever so gently, with the tenderness he carved.

He hissed once her thumb rubbed over his sensitive head, biting into her lip, and though his beastly impulses used to alarm her, now she could only think of them as an invitation.

Holding his cock up to her entrance, giving him time to remove his fingers from her now soaking folds.

She sunk down on him slowly, moaning softly against his lips as he groaned upon hers.

“Better now?” She asked, without giving way to the cockiness her question carried, but he deciphered it with ease nonetheless, giving her ass a playful squeeze before guiding her to lay down on her back, nibbling on her neck as he chuckled at how she disguised her devilish naughty humour as being innocent, wanting to make her choke on that haughtiness as he gave a quick sharp thrust up into her.

Her moan rung throughout the massive penthouse where no doors were kept closed, as he licked the sin right off her expression with one needy hungry kiss and a promise as well as a threat.

“I will be once I hear you scream my name, princess.”

TIP-JAR

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why tomura reads like a sexual abuse survivor

ive noticed that a lot of survivors - including me - easily read tomura as a csa survivor. ive decided to try to put these impressions into words, mostly for myself, but also for anyone curious as to why he’s so frequently read this way, or why i personally write him as such. i will mostly be elaborating on the reoccurring sexual assault imagery and csa survivor traits tomura exhibits.

triggering themes ahead, including discussed child sexual abuse, incest (sibling and pseudo), trauma and its effects, and sexual assault imagery (from the bnha manga itself). also spoilers for the most recent manga arc.

(disclaimer: i realize symptoms of trauma are pretty much common all across the board, and depression also comes with a lot of these behaviors - but there are some that crop up more commonly in cases of sexual abuse (especially from a young age) than in others. csa survivors also frequently end up with depression, too, so that doesn't necessarily take away from it.)

i’ll start with the cover above. the hands touching him here are much more expressive than the ones he usually wears. it's also framed in a way where you can't see the ends/cap things very well, and they don't appear so symmetrical, making them feel much more like real, living hands grabbing him.

there's also the fact that his face is exposed, which is something we had rarely seen him do willingly at this point in the manga, and even when he had he was still covered up with a hoodie or completely alone. the way he's covering half his face gives off the impression that he's not okay with the way he's exposed.

all of that, plus the obvious distress tomura is in, gives this very glaring assault vibes.

also, the hands on his head are clearly someone's actual, living hands as well. my guess is afo, especially since they seem to be petting him, which is reoccurring imagery between tomura and afo.

tomura's total lack of privacy

there's a clear lack of boundaries between tomura and the adults in his life. most of the spaces that seem to belong to tomura (the bar - he feels safe enough there to take Father off, and his room) are accompanied by cameras and audio transmissions from afo. he has no privacy, and doesn't even seem bothered by this fact.

he also doesn't seem to set boundaries with other people in general. toga can hold a knife to his neck, spinner can grab him and yell in his face, the doctor can shout over his earpiece, dabi (or anyone, really) can say whatever rude or callous things he wants to him… really the only time i can think of that even comes close was when mr. compress made a joke about working with overhaul and tomura said "hey, not funny."

he seems to kinda just let whatever happen to him. earlier in the series, tomura seemed to rely on kurogiri to notice when he needed space and step in for him rather than ask for it himself. that's a pretty telltale sign of someone who's had their needs and boundaries violated (or even punished) for a long time.

Tomuras over-attachment to afo and his praise/affection

obviously afo groomed tomura whether it involved sexual abuse or not, but it is something that could have easily lended itself to that as well. early in the series, tomura clearly highly valued afos opinion of him, and seemed to strive to please and repay him for his kindness. these are feelings afo incited in him on purpose and did, canonically, take advantage of to turn tomura into a villain and pawn - who's to say he didn't use it for other purposes, too?

it's also the kind of thing survivors tend to latch onto to cope with their abuse. it can be easier to think of the event as being affection, returning a favor, and/or special treatment, than to think of it as abuse. tomura looked up to afo so much that it's possible he could have considered (or been convinced) that it was special that someone as great as afo wanted to do something so intimate with him.

also, if this is really tomura realizing his sensei isn't as special and powerful as he'd been led to believe, then his reaction being to cover up while looking angry might, well… be a reaction to feeling used.

Tomura & older men

there's not a lot of people besides afo that tomura seems very quickly, openly… invested in. there are two major ones i can think of, and they are both 1. older men, and 2. mentor figures (even if not to tomura.)

the most obvious of the two is aizawa, who tomura has seemed pretty fond of since his first appearance and, even in the most recent chapters, can't seem to help but think about how cool aizawa is. aizawa isn't a mentor to tomura, obviously, but he is a teacher and tomura knows this. (and seems impressed by the way he tries to protect the students in his care--something afo very specifically does not do for tomura.)

the second, and perhaps less obvious to most, is Stain. i wrote up a whole post trying (trying.) to explain the way tomura seemed interested in him, and you can see a bit more about that and how tomura was hoping he'd be a mentor to him here.

in other words, tomura has shown reoccurring interest in older men, who are mentors, that he does not show for anyone else.

early sexual abuse can influence a person's attractions. survivors tend to be drawn to what is familiar, even if it hurt, and so it's pretty common for them to be attracted to and/or desire a relationship with those who resemble their abuser(s).

and afo is an older man who is a mentor to tomura (and others.)

immaturity (& age regression)

tomura, in early canon, is often described by characters in-universe as being childish, especially in regards to how he processes his emotions. (i don't really like to conflate these things with "age" or "being childish" - but the way the manga itself presents these qualities is clearly intended to give tomura a immature/childish vibe.)

tomura's emotional processing, simple motivations, fixation with video games, toys littering his room, and need for close caregiving (kurogiri) all give off the impression that he's had trouble developing the way he "”should”" have--kind of like he didn't really move on at all.

this sort of stunted development tends to occur in people with childhood trauma, especially csa survivors. ptsd at its core is the brain getting "stuck" in the moment of trauma, so if the trauma occurred as a child, then one's development is somewhat halted there, especially in areas of emotional processing, because the brain and body have to dedicate so much energy to just trying to cope and survive. it's pretty common for csa survivors to have trouble coping with and controlling their emotions.

relatedly: i have no real way to confirm this right now, but i’ve heard that during the mla arc, while tomura was kind of going in and out of flashbacks, he started switching to using “boku” - a self pronoun for young boys - as opposed to his usual “ore”). ive since had to wonder if this is a reoccurring state for tomura - it might partly explain why he keeps his toys around despite never showing interest in them on-screen, and has such close supervision from kurogiri.

again, age regression can go for any kind of childhood trauma, but seems very common in child sexual abuse survivors in particular.

Lack of hygiene (esp oral)

look at how tomura's teeth are drawn compared to even another villains. dabis teeth are straight and clean, whereas tomura's have holes and chips, and tend to be drawn uneven with wobbly lines, like they're covered in plaque.

not caring for one's hygiene is common for people with depression too - but failure to care for teeth also frequently crops up in survivors of sexual abuse, due to an aversion to things touching or being inside their mouth, because it can remind them of the abuse.

in a similar vein, tomura's hair looks unwashed and greasy to me, especially when it gets long. it sort of gathers in clumps and appears heavy. survivors may avoid taking showers because they aren't comfortable removing their clothes for long periods of time, or because the abuse occurred in proximity to bathing. (which is a convenient time for parental figures to groom and abuse their children, since it already involves them being naked and the parent touching them closely.)

in general, there just seems to be something off about tomura's relationship with his body. maybe it's the way he barely bats an eye at major injuries, doesn't care for his hygiene, self-injures, and didn't mind undergoing a surgery that altered its shape and function pretty heavily--but i get the impression that tomura sees his body as just a tool more than anything.

which, if someone grew up having their body regarded as nothing but a means of pleasure, kind of makes sense.

his clothing

im not sure if this has the same “connotations” (for lack of a better word) for flat chested people, but tomura always wearing a lowcut shirt that shows off a fair amount of his chest, but covering the rest of himself head to toe--including his face--feels significant to me. as well as the way he covers up even more (his hoodie) when he’s stressed. the hands, too--being covered up seems to be calming for him.

the placement of the hands afo gave him

you can't tell me little tenko placed these hands where they are by himself. the ones on his chest aren’t even from his family or meant to resemble them - they’re additional hands afo gave him to wear. pretty weird place for “afo”’s hands to go...

I feel like theres a little bit something to tomura frequently having his clothes ripped off during fights

not that it's particularly uncommon for bnha characters to get their clothes a bit shredded during fights, but i can't help but feel like there's something to tomura getting torn down to nothing but his pants twice, with both battles heavily involving tomura's traumas, including the ones related to afo. the vs mla arc with how tomura met afo and how he turned him into what he is today, then the war arc where the methods afo used to control and abuse tomura (the hands) are brought back again--and afo repeatedly takes tomura's bodily autonomy away from him.

AFO's predatory behaviors

tomuras own behavior aside, All For One himself has some behaviors and imagery that gives off very predatory vibes. i’ll start with Ragdoll…

most people theorize that she was going to be turned into a nomu, but there are two important things here. ragdoll was found 1. alive, and 2. naked. all nomu are made from corpses - if afo had time to take her quirk and undress her, he certainly had time to kill her, especially since three days had passed since she was kidnapped. (and, what benefit would there be to making a nomu out of a quirkless hero?)

her dazed state is also curious - we've never been told taking or giving quirks has a side effect like this, and i would think itd at least wear off after three days…

there's also not actually a lot to suggest she was submerged in one of the tanks (that i know of); in the full body image, she doesn't seem to be soaking wet or anything. there's no water dripping off her. there's just a bit of liquid on her face and neck, which could merely be sweat, or… other fluids.

this next part is more debatable due to it being more dubiously canon (although My Hero: One’s Justice has been known to basically spoil villain related lore before it appears in the manga) - but he has some dialogue that makes him sound... pretty fuckin enthusiastic about sexual violence.

and time and time again, afo has been... very creepy and obsessive about his brother. who happens to look an awful lot like tomura, and is vaguely connected to nana as a user of OFA, and we know how far afo would go to spite both of them.

The "wow this is pretty much confirmed now" page

i always thought i was just projecting when i read tomura as a csa survivor - until i saw this page, which was so viscerally uncomfortable that it made me nauseous. it definitely made me decide i wasn't just reading into things that weren't there. that's not exactly to say this panel 100% confirmed it (though it certainly did in my mind, personally) -- but the imagery here can't not be deliberate.

tomura is literally shirtless and bent over before afo, and sure, afos not completely standing behind him, but that's partially because his lower half is inside of tomura. and from our previous example of afo taking over tomura's body…

i wish i could find the translation i first saw - this is the viz translation, which is notoriously horrible - but the one i read felt much more along the lines of "i saved you, so i get to do what i want with your body."

that is a line of logic that could have EASILY applied to their earlier relationship. the way afo saved tenko was very much on the forefront of tomura's mind early in the series, possibly either an idea he clung onto to justify the abuse he experienced from afo, or something afo personally reminded him of frequently.

also… part of afos body is definitely wrapped around tomura's upper thigh, and in certain panels seems to be emanating from between his legs.

speaking of, tomura's stance is also notable to me. compared to the panel where tomura first realized afo was taking control of him, where his knees are pretty straight on or outwards in a powerful balanced brace, in these panels his knees seem to be bending in towards his body, like he wants to squeeze his legs shut. huh.

i touched on this before, but it's interesting to me that what finally let afo fully take control of tomura's body, was having a hand (one afo very specifically used to control and abuse tomura into doing what he wanted) placed upon his body without permission.

so, all in all, afo is "inside" tomura's body, using it for his own means, against tomura's wishes.

what else does that sound like? no wonder deku feels like tomura needs help, despite everything...

again, this isn't to say that csa is definitely the cause of these things, just that tomura does have an abundance of behaviors and imagery that could easily be read that way.

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Familiar Cerulean Eyes - Finale (Part 23)

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Dabi nudged you forward out into the crisp night air, following closely behind and pulling you into the shadows of the night as the two of you took in the battle scene in front of you. Spinner and the Dragon hero Ryuku were the two closest to you, whereas Endeavor, Shigaraki, Aizawa and Kurogiri were all fighting on the other side of the torn apart parking lot. You barely caught a glimpse of ice slicing through the air, met by blue flames just around the edge of the building as Dabi guided you forward and into the hiding space behind some bushes that had yet to be disrupted. Dabi was silent as he pointed to a building down the street, a warehouse just two blocks away. If you two could get over there, Dabi could get you to safety and then go provide help for the others

There wasn’t much coverage between here and the building though. You would have to sprint and hope that no one noticed the two of you. Dabi’s eyes were fixated on the battle, a slightly worried look crossing his features when you both noticed that the heroes seemed to have the upper hand. Reaching out your hand to intertwine with his, getting his attention on you, you pressed a quick peck to his lips, your fingers squeezing around his briefly before you nodded towards the warehouse in the distance, tugging on him lightly.

You needed to get to safety. If you could get away, then Dabi could go back and help the others. Everyone could still get out of this. Especially if your decoys got their jobs done.

With one look back to the battlefield, Dabi nodded, giving you a short count down with his fingers, waiting for the opportune time for Spinner to get the dragon-heroes back to the both of you before the two of you took off down the street.

Your feet pounded against the concrete as you forced your legs to move as fast as they could, Dabi racing along just behind you glancing behind himself every few feet to see what was going on. You were halfway there! So close and you’d be safe, at least for the moment. You barely turned your head to look at Dabi, hope blooming in your chest only to come crashing down as you were tackled to the ground, a flash of ice and fire flying past you, the bunny hero blocking your vision as she held down your struggling body.

“Stop struggling- damn omega’s.” She roughly rolled you onto your stomach pinning your arms behind your back despite your kicking and scratching at her skin, hisses leaving your lips as you spit at her. Your resistance didn’t matter though, the alpha rabbit hero was much stronger than you were, pressing her knee to your back to hold you down as she spoke into the coms.

“I’ve located and captured the omega. She’s unharmed but she’s fighting.”

You could hear a staticky voice speaking through the other end of the line from the comms in her ear but couldn’t understand it. You tried to focus, searching your field of vision for ice or fire, any sign of Dabi or Shoto, but you couldn’t see them. Could only hear the sounds of fighting in the distance and a persistent ringing in your ear.

“Got it, I will evacuate the omega and come back to assist.”

“No! Let go of me!” You screamed, thrashing about as the alpha picked you up throwing you over her shoulder, with ease, a glimpse of blue catching your eyes in the distance, followed by a flash of orange light.

The alpha ignored your hits and struggles, shifting so she had a good hold of you preparing to take off with her enhanced rabbit like speed. You couldn’t help the sob that broke out from your lips, feeling the panic of the situation starting to take over. If she got you away, you might never see Dabi again. Or Shigaraki, or Kurogiri, Spinner, Toga, Twice-

“Let her go. Now.” Twice’s voice rang out making the hero take pause, both voices agreeing for once with a matching ferocity. Twice’s normally confusing mixed scent was sharp and heavy in the air. Gone were any notes of sweetness coming from the beta, all that remained was a rotten scent that burned your nose, making your eyes water.

You felt the sudden stiffness in the rabbit hero, felt the second she tensed up, a shift in her own scent making you freeze as well, glancing around with what little movement you still had while she still clutched you tightly. In a circle, all around you, trapping the rabbit hero in place, stood the copies of the same figure, his face no longer comically switching from emotion to emotion, a matching look of hatred on each face, his black and grey uniform tattered and soaked in blood in the exact same place on each clone.

“Shit.” You heard the hero mutter under her breath, shifting her stance as she took in the same information you did. Twice had duplicated himself, not once, not twice, but six times and it looked like he was still going, all his anger converged onto one spot, the rabbit hero.

“Hawks… Hawks come in. I need assistance… Twice duplicated himself. Hawks!” The hero screeched into his comms unit as she twisted this way and that, narrowly dodging the nimble attacks coming at her from all sides. But she couldn’t dodge all of them, she was very much so outnumbered at this point, and one solid kick to her gut had her loosing her grip on you, one of the duplicates catching you before you slammed against the ground, pulling you away from her grasp as the rest of them converged onto her.

Shigaraki took in the scene around him, anxiety creeping up his throat making him itch as he met eyes with the flame hero in front of him. He was trapped. Kurogiri was all but caught and there was no way out this time. The flame hero wasn’t giving the villain any chance to get near him let alone touch him. At first Shigaraki had the upper hand, with his speed and reactions, but Endeavor proved himself to be better in drawn out battles. The scrannier alpha was already wearing out, growing frustrated. Whereas Endeavor, while he wasn’t in the best condition, he was definitely still ready to fight, still madly grinning and taunting the villain opposite him.

Watching the fired up alpha in front of him, ignoring his rants, Shigaraki couldn’t help but compare him to the blue flamed alpha that had become one of his closest friends. He wasn’t sure how he didn’t see the similarities before, they both were so full of themselves, yet both had, annoyingly, the strength to back it up.

With his back to the building behind him, fire on either side of him raging, the only place Shigaraki could go was straight forwards. Straight to Endeavor. He barely registered the pain from the scratching at his neck. This wasn’t at all how this was supposed to go. What should he do…

A million thoughts ran through his mind as he tuned out the sounds of Endeavor insisting the villain just give up, just turn himself in, but Shigaraki’s brain kept looping back to the same one, the briefest of sad smiles that had crossed his omega’s lips when she had seen the Lilly he left on her window. He had only paused briefly, looking back in the dark night, seeking out her pale face in her window. Her eyes searched the ground for his shadowy figure, but he knew she couldn’t locate him. He was just about to turn away when her eyes landed on the little white flower, delicate fingers wrapping around the stem, he lips tilting up ever so slightly before a choked sob rang out through the night. He had stood there for far longer than he planned, listening to the sounds of her crying, his fingers scratching away insistently at his neck before he finally forced himself to leave.

He knew she was here. He wasn’t stupid. While she was decent enough at hiding her scent to others, he had always been hypersensitive to it, picking it out of a crowd blocks away. It had exploded in his mind the second that the walls had come down, sticking to the outskirts of the battlefield. He couldn’t help but be furious at the fact that she was here, at the fact that she was being put into danger again, because of him, again.

If he was able to get out of here, he had half a mind to snatch her up and force her to go with him, it worked for Dabi so why couldn’t he try it?

Because she would hate him even more than she already did.

But Shigaraki wasn’t sure he would care if it meant she was safe.

He couldn’t control the deep inhale he took, how her scent filled all of his senses, seeming far closer than it was before, and he couldn’t help but revel in the solace he found in that honey soaked scent. If he did die here today, at least he got to be near her one more time. Just being near her was enough.

No one even saw it coming, the blast that took Endeavor off of his feet, embedding him into the concrete wall of the building across the street. Nor did they know what to do when they saw where the blast came from, the fighting on the field pausing as everyone watched in shock.

The yellow swirling shockwaves fizzled out, leaving deep blue eyes staring into flaring red one’s, a look of angry determination on her face. Without hesitation she propelled herself forward with her quirk, closing the distance between herself and the villain in front of her, dropping to her feet just a few feet away. A challenge in her eyes.

“Nejire stay back! What are you doing!” Her mentor yelled, pushing off of the ground and into the air, flinging Spinner away from her using her tail as she raced to get to her sidekick.

She was too slow though. It all happened so fast, one heartbeat and Shigaraki was staring at the periwinkle-haired heroin in front of him, a feral smile breaking across his features as understanding flit across his face, words floating through a silent bond between them, the next his hands were around her throat, all ten fingers touching as he pulled her against him, his thumbs tilting her head up to meet his lips against hers.

The shriek of agony that left the dragon heros mouth as Nejire’s palm moved up, her quirk shooting out to blast the dragon away as she neared the two echoed throughout the entire block, her focus remaining on the alpha in front of her, fingers of her other hand sliding into his hair as he pressed further against her a growl of approval rumbling through the air.

Finally, they separated, but Shigaraki’s fingers stayed around her throat, mist surrounding the two, Shigaraki smirking wildly as Aizawa slumped to the floor, tears filling his eyes as he struggled to keep them focused on the villain in front of him, anger flashing through his face as he took in the scene of his previous student, promising young hero, and the UA traitor.

It wasn’t until the mist almost swallowed them whole did Shigaraki drop his hold, instead moving three fingers to caress the young omega’s cheek looking down at her with something that made Aizawa’s blood boil.

The shock that crossed Shigaraki’s face, however, was worth it, as Aizawa’s binding cloth tightened itself around Nejire’s waist, yanking her from the villains grip and back towards the ground out of the mist. A shriek of pure agony leaving her lips as she fought against his hold. Shigaraki reaching his hand out towards the omega only to be swallowed whole by the mist and disappearing completely.

Your feet ached, your lungs burned, your eyes were filled with tears making it hard to see, but none of that would stop you. Forcing yourself to ignore the pain you shot forward, you had to go faster, you had to make it in time.

There. Fifty yards in front of you, a mixture of blue and red flames, ice slicing through the air as they danced around each other. The two alphas were ruthless with each other, neither of them holding back as they fought. Their scents tainted by the metallic scent of blood in the air, the smell only spurring you to push your legs faster as your chest constricted in fear. Fear for your mate, fear for your friend. Fear for them both.

Dabi narrowly dodged a spear of ice sent his way, only to spin around and throw a column of his blue flames towards the younger alpha, only to be met with Shoto’s own flames, the colors meeting in the middle just for Shoto’s flames to quickly become overpowered by Dabi’s, Shoto having to quickly slam an ice barrier in place before he was engulfed in blue fire.

Shoto moved quickly, shooting ice from his right hand, sliding on it and looping around Dabi, circling him as he threw ice attack after ice attack with deadly accuracy. Dabi countered with his own attacks doing little more than simple melting the ice spears before they could land a hit, before he got fed up, slamming his fist to the ground blue fire erupting out from him in a wide circle, melting Shoto’s ice causing him to trip and tumble to the ground.

Neither male slowed at all, Shoto rolling out of the way of a shot from Dabi, only to jump to his feet and throw his own attack back, countering Dabi’s fire with his own once again meeting in the middle. You could see it now, the way that it was taking incrementally longer for Dabi’s flames to overcome Shoto’s. Dabi was still stronger, still at the advantage at this point, but he was quickly wearing down. You were growing closer, fear striking your heart as you noticed the single streak of blood dripping from the staples under his eyes. He was going to burn himself up if you didn’t stop them.

You weren’t the only one noticing he was being run down though. Shoto’s eyes lighting up with a newfound determination as he sent blast after blast, ice spear after ice spear towards the dark haired alpha, creating new pathways for him to slide along in a wide circle around him, Dabi barely keeping up now as he melted the ice while still countering the fire attacks at the same time.

All at once everything shifted, time feeling like it slowed down to a crawl as you watched Shoto shift from sliding on ice, to standing still his stance wide. You felt like you were running through molasses watching as Shoto brough both of his hands together, his right-hand curling into a fist minus his first two fingers, pointed directly at Dabi, his left curling around the outside of his other hand as he aimed, bracing himself. Your heart plunged at the sight, as you lunged forward. You had only seen him do this move once before, back in a training session, and Shoto had immediately ruled it as too dangerous to be used in a fight, only to be used as a last resort. It wasn’t just dangerous; it could kill a person.

He didn’t care at this point if he hurt the villain in front of him. To him, that villain had kidnapped his omega, had hurt them, forced them into a bond. Shoto wasn’t going to stop, not without knowing the truth.

You had to tell him.

“Stop!”

You saw the second that the ice started growing, only to be consumed by red flames, blue flames building from behind you as you forced yourself in between the two, holding out your arms to make yourself as big as you could, closing your eyes to ignore the fear gripping your heart at the fire surrounding you, as you were engulfed in a swirl of red and blue light, something hitting you right under your ribs, stealing your breath away as pain bloomed in your abdomen and chest the force knocking you back, both fires dying out quicker than they started at the sound of your cry of pain. [MF1] Dabi had quicker reflexes, sliding to his knees and catching you in his arms just before your head would have smacked the ground. Shoto on the other hand stood frozen, shock clear on his face as he took in the scene in front of him.

Tears streamed down your face as you whimpered, Dabi immediately tearing at your clothes to check the damage, noting the already purple bruise just under your ribs. It spread across half of your upper body some places growing darker than others, especially you’re the last three ribs on your left side. The damage would have been worse if the ice hadn’t of melted at the touch of your quirk. If it was Dabi, or anyone else, it would have pierced straight through, skewering them. You took in a rattling breath, another cry forced out from the pain as you tried to sit up only for Dabi to tense his hold on you, softly telling you to stay still, don’t move, you’ll make it worse.

It didn’t stop you from reaching up and gently placing your hand against his cheek, wiping away tears of blood slipping down his face.

The stunned sound, like a choked growl, that left Shoto’s lips had both you and Dabi tensing up, blue flames erupting around you like a protective bubble, Dabi’s lips curled back in a snarl as he stared at the two toned alpha mere feet away.

“I’ll kill you.”

“No don’t, don’t hurt him please.” Your voice was meek, but Dabi still glanced towards you, a look of frustration and a hint torture in his eyes. He would have to hurt Shoto if the two of you had any chance to get away and his quirk was already overused.

You heard a blast followed by shouts come from the parking lot, a scream followed piercing the air in a sound of pure anguish. The sound made you all pause, Dabi’s fire flickering out, your stomach turning as you tried to discern whose wails of agony were echoing around the block.

Those sounds were quickly forgotten though, Shoto dropping into a fighting stance once again though hesitating slightly as he took in how Dabi curled more protectively around you, fire burning in his eyes threatening to overcome him. He wouldn’t let Shoto take you.

“Let her go Dabi.”

“Not a chance, brat.”

You forced yourself up into a sitting position, Dabi letting out a strangled sound as you wavered like you were going to pass out before you steadied once again putting yourself between the two brothers, your voice shaking as you pleaded softly.

“Stop. Shoto stop. Let us go.”

“Move out of the way y/n.” Shoto’s face was guarded, his hands up and prepared to attack at a moments notice.

You didn’t.

“Y/n please. Move out of the way.”

You stared him down, your fingers reaching back and curling around Dabi’s hand, feeling the radiating heat coming from inside him. You knew he couldn’t fight much longer. Not without killing himself. But he would if he had to if it protected you.

“Y/n he’s dangerous! A villain! He will kill you.” The exasperation was showing on his face, the frustration and confusion in his voice. The betrayal. Part of your heart felt like it broke as you watched him.

“He won’t hurt me.”

“Y/n,” Dabi’s whisper had your eyes flicking over as to where the swirling black mist was growing a mere few feet away from you, relief drenching your system as Dabi carefully stood behind you, helping you up as well, tense and ready to block any attacks from Shoto who no doubt had taken notice of the mist as well, growing restless as he started to raise his voice at you.

“How can you know? How can you be so sure?” He was already shifting to put himself between the two of you and the portal, as Dabi tried to counter by guiding you in a ever moving circle.

“I just know, you have to trust me Shoto.” Two toned eyes looked back at you with disbelief, almost disgust as he matched you step for step, staying between the two of you and the portal, Dabi’s grip on you tightening, ready to snatch you and run at the blink of an eye.

“Do you realize how ridiculous you sound? How crazy? How stupid?! Even if he doesn’t hurt you, he’s a villain! I can’t just let him go! He kills people Y/n! For fun! And you want to be with that?”

“I love him!”

Shoto snorted, his calm and rational demeanor seeming to be stripped away as he glared at you. This time there was no doubting the disgust crossing his features as he sneered back.

“What would Touya think of you now?”

“He is Touya! You snapped, a snarl leaving your lips that rivaled that of an alpha, pulling away from Dabi and stepping towards Shoto who took an incremental step back, your fists curled. You felt like you were seeing red, your usually sweet scent that you had grown used to hiding flaring out and turning rotten and burnt flooding the area.

Dabi froze the second the words came tumbling out of your mouth, and you could feel the shock radiating off of Shoto as what you said processed. Could see the moment where things clicked in his mind as his gaze shifted to the dark haired male behind you that was littered with scars and held together by staples, taking a deep inhale of his familiar scent which you could tell Dabi was allowing to leak out more than normal.

“You’re supposed to be dead”

“My death was … greatly exaggerated.”

You watched as the two males stared at each other, both with guarded expressions, stances tense, ridged. A fight blooming behind Shoto’s features as he warred with himself on what to do. It almost looked like he was about to say something, but stopped short, the portal behind him dissolving away and a new one appearing at Dabi’s back. Kurogiri must have a visual on you.

You felt Dabi’s fingers wrap lightly around your wrist, pulling you back to him which you allowed, your eyes focused on Shoto’s form, your own expression wary as you watched him struggle within himself. Just a few more second and you two will be gone. Safe.

Just when you felt Dabi relax, the portal almost completely covering your vison, red flames flared to life, hurtling towards the two of you as Shoto let out a roar that echoed throughout the streets. You reacted quicker than Dabi, shoving him back and using your body to block the flames, feeling something stirring in your mind as they disappeared around you, clenching your fist as Shoto marched towards you, a look of determination on his face.

You didn’t give him the chance to attach again, swinging your fist, you felt it when you connected with his jaw, saw the surprise crossing his features. Not at the fact that you punched him, not at the fact that it clearly hurt. But at the fire that accompanied it, red flames dancing from your skin, red flames that matched his perfectly. Like you had somehow stolen them. No… like you had absorbed them.

You couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face, turning your hand and watching the flames move across your skin, bending to your will. You glanced over to Shoto, confusion covering his face before something else, maybe awe mixed with slight terror as he stumbled back from you, ice coating his body instantly as you hurled the fire at him again and again, forcing him to back up step by step, further away from you, from Dabi.

You advanced on him, watching as he stumbled the the ground, looking up at you, anxiety clear in his scent as you glared down at him, feeling that same ice he used against you earlier prickle at your fingers until it grew into a spear like shape that you held to his throat, warning clear as day in your voice.

“Leave us alone. You will not tell anyone that he is alive or I swear to god I will hunt you down myself. He’s mine. And you will not hurt him.” The growl that ripped through your throat had Shoto tensing up all over again, Ice sticking to his skin as he built up a protection against his own powers used against him.

You paused for a moment, feeling the ice shard melting in your hand, like the power behind it was dissolving, snarling at the Alpha beneath you one more time before you released the hold on the ice spear, it landing in a watery splash acrossed his chest as you spun and stalked back towards a stunned Dabi, waiting by the portal.

“They will come after you, you know! You’ll be labeled as a villain now. They will hunt you down like the rest of them.”

“Let them. Being a villain doesn’t sound so bad. Besides, we both know who the real villains are.” You threw over your shoulder, pausing once you reached Dabi and the portal, one foot in before you glanced back to one of your oldest friends, ignoring the ping of pain and guilt that gripped your heart at the sight. “Tell Endeavor I’m coming for him, and I won’t be silenced anymore.”

Stepping out onto the rooftop high above the city scape below, you couldn’t help but curl up again Dabi for heat the wind whipping your hair around you wildly. You were careful to not move too much, the pain that you were able to ignore back in full swing, Dabi holding up most of your weight as you shuffled closer to your pack. Spinner was sitting on the roof, looking exhausted as he watched from afar the jumbled mess that surrounded the two beta’s.

Twice had Toga laid out on her back on the roof, several of his doubles surrounding her including one of Toga’s own self, looking just as beat up as her original, a blood transfusion already started between them as Twice took care to wrap her head as delicately as he could, several other doubles of him tending to her other wounds. One double, or maybe it was the original, caught your eye, a short nod to confirm she would be okay.

You breathed a sigh of relief, eyes moving over to where Shigaraki stood at the edge of the roof, looking down, his face a mask that you couldn’t read. Dabi and you made your way over to him, Kurogiri waiting nearby for orders.

“What’s the plan boss? We can’t stay here for long, they will be searching the area all night for us.”

Shigaraki wouldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene below and you stepped forward, peering down below the flashing lights of the police below as well as first responders. Heroes scattered the area, many already seeming to be searching around the rubble for any information they could gather, other’s being tended to with first aid. Endeavor was no where to be found for the time being. Neither was Shoto.

But you knew within a second that none of that was what had Shigaraki’s attention. Your eyes zeroing in on the blue haired female that was currently being shoved into a police car, her hands cuffed behind her back; spitting, and kicking wildly. You don’t think you recognized her, but judging by her outfit, you had a feeling she was a hero, at least up until tonight.

Once the door to the car was closed, the girl out of view, Shigaraki snapped his eyes up, them snagging on your own for a brief moment, emotions swimming in the sea of red before he turned to his crew his voice gruff and annoyed sounding.

“We need to assume all of our safe houses have been compromised. Need to restart. Build up our inventory again, make a new base. Somewhere fresh. Any ideas?

“It has been two weeks since the battle between our heroes and the group known as the league of villains. What had started out as a rescue mission for what was believed to be an omega hostage, quickly went south as it was confirmed that the omega hostage was in fact a member of the league. After a gruesome battle in which the building was collapsed and both number 2 hero Hawks and number 5 hero Miriko were injured, the league unfortunately got away. Not much is known about the new mystery omega member. Hero Endeavor has shared in his speech this afternoon that police believe the omega was an orphan who grew up on the streets who goes by the name ‘Y/n L/n’. Her quirk is reported to be a kind of nullification quirk that only works on herself, though there is not a lot of information on it. It is believed that Y/n has been working with the league for some time now in the shadows and that they are considered to be a dangerous threat. Any information about her whereabouts or sightings would be appreciated if handed over to the authorities immediately.”

Dabi’s snort at your side had you punching his shoulder lightly. You heard him grumble something about how you were as dangerous as a mouse and couldn’t help but roll your eyes as your attention fell back to the screen in front of you, your fingers resuming their braiding of Toga’s blond hair as she sat on the floor in front of you.

It seemed as though Shoto had kept quiet about your fight, either that or the media wanted you to believe that. You weren’t sure.

“In shocking news, after many speculations, the UA traitor has been officially confirmed as third year student and intern Nejire Hado, also known by her previous hero name –“

The TV cut off, much to Toga’s complaint, the dark screen reflecting your packmates faces, a pair of narrowed red eyes appearing behind you from the hallway. Sensing the other alpha in the room, Spinner turned and shot a barely veiled concerned smile towards him, holding up a glass with a dark brown liquid swirling in it.

“Boss! Did you hear? Y/n is officially considered dangerous! Cause for celebration don’t you think?”

“I’ll consider her dangerous when she stops jumping every time someone comes around a corner. How is her training coming Dabi?”

“She’s getting there, her quirk is definitely different than what we thought, but still testing out the limits. Still not sure if her ability to use the absorbed powers are based on a time limit or amount of stored energy.” Dabi looked over to you and you nodded. You didn’t want anyone to get their hopes up yet, but the two of you had been practicing a lot and noticing different things about your quirk that you never stopped to pay attention to before. Like the surge of power you felt after being hit by someone’s quirk. You hadn’t been able to control it as well as you did that night, but yesterday you were able to light Dabi’s cigarette with his own flames. Small progress was still progress.

“Good, whatever it is keep going, I need her in fighting condition sooner rather than later. We’ve got a big mission coming up and I need all players in the game.”

“What’s the mission?” The question came from Twice this time, his attention being piqued.

The smile that broke across Shigaraki’s face was maniacal. Not for the first time did you seriously wonder about this man’s sanity. But it all clicked into place as his words came out.

“We are going to break into the prison.”

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