#I'd get it if every insult was treated as this horrible

[alexandersimpleton]

Hey guys, remember that time time Leland forced his high-school aged, sickly son to clear THIS

On his feet with an overweight llama on his back? And remember how he didn't give Frederick an escort or anybody to watch him? And remember how he was in the middle of nowhere with no hospital for miles? And remember how it was broad daylight out? And remember how the gala normally happens in the fall so this was probably some time in summer? And remember how Leland made him do it AGAIN? And remember how it took so long the second time that he had to sleep outside? And remember how he immediately had to make a break for it in the morning? And remember how if Whitney wasn't there Frederick would've 100%, legitimately, actually died of exhaustion or heat stroke? And remember how Leland almost murdered his own child because he didn't want to spend the rest of his life trapped in a loveless marriage with someone who legitimately thought was going to hurt him?

Haha, yeah. What a funny thing Leland did. This is such a funny joke, and it will never be acknowledged again.

[darkestspring]

Please make a Part 3 but more Jace & reader centric but of course yandere Aegon and yandere Rhaenyra need to be there 😊

Jace was so different to anyone you had ever met, it shouldn't surprise you really. Jace had kind, he'd been respectful, and he'd indulged all of your rambling. it was more than anything anyone had done for you, other than aegon but that was different, aegon was your brother, jace was... you weren't sure what jace was.

No one had mentioned your marriage to jace since it had been official that your marriage to aemond was dissolved. You felt oddly disappointed about it but you spent most of your time with Jace, taking walks, eating together, going on dragon rides.

You liked with being jace.

"Sweet girl, are you doing well?" Rhaenyra was braiding your hair softly, she had dismissed the maid after you had been dressed, insisting she could help you from there on.

Your cheeks flushed red as you thought about her question. "Yes, I'm doing well, Sister."

"Mmmm, I'm glad Jace is treating you well." She said, just to see your reaction and she was disappointed as your cheeks flushed red.

She can come to realize that you were the opposite of how she was at your age, you didn't seem to have a lick of rebellion in your body. Even when you were made to marry Aemond, someone you didn't love and didn't want to marry, you still did. She wished you'd be a little rebellious. Even now, you had no protests about marrying someone you were only just starting to get to know.

"SIster, I am always in your corner. If you don't like something, just say it. I will get rid of everything you don't like." Rhaenyra reassured you, rubbing your back softly.

Tears pricked your eyes. "I..." You trailed off, unsure if you should say this. "Actually, I never wanted to marry Aemond but mother scared me. I... hated every second I spent around him but I still tried my hardest to love him. Every second I knew of his visits to the brothel, I wanted to tear all of his things to shreds."

It made you feel bad to admit this, you had hated every second of being married to Aemond, the agonizing loneliness paired horribly with the terror you felt at the prospect to voicing your dislike to Aemond who would say something to your mother. So, you swallowed everything and took all of the insults with a smile.

Having your mother call you a good girl for ignoring everything your husband was doing and taking all of the unfair insults with a smile made you feel sick. You wanted to scream at the unfairness.

"Why?" You sobbed into your hands. "Why did i have to hear insults about how inadequate I must be as a wife when he was the one going to that- that stupid brothel!" You wailed and Rhaenyra knew what hate felt like but she had never hated anyone as much as Aemond.

That stupid boy.

She locked eyes with Jace and she beckoned him forward slowly, knowing he had heard all of that.

"It's not your fault." Jace's voice shook you out of your stupor and your cheeks were red in embarrassment and you stood up.

"I-! I didn't hear you, I shouldn't have-" You stammered out in response, feeling embarrassed at letting the person that held your affections see you like this.

"There's no shame in crying, none of that was your fault. Aemond is stupid for not seeing how wonderful you are. You're kind and thoughtful and passionate." Jace took your hand in his. "If I was your husband, I'd never even think of anyone else. You're... like an angel."

Your cheeks flushed more. "Oh."

You had wanted to hear this for so long, at least one person genuinely comforting you.

"I will never think of anyone else but you. If you allow me to, I will always be by your side, helping you, loving you. You're the most wonderful person I know. If you still want to, I would love to be your husband."

Your tears returned but they were of happiness this time. "Really?" The first time it had been a reluctant affair, neither of you really wanting it but you were too scared to go against your mother but this time, you were really happy. "Yes!" You beamed up at him.

Rhaenyra smiled, she could finally show you the wedding planner she had been storing for the past few weeks.

[asherisawkward]

"Hunter is an overrated character" BASED OPINION. Also, not all (i bolded it for a reason), but a lot of his fans are snobby + annoying + infantilize him WAY too dang much 🙄. I get he's a comfort character, but come on. Also, don't get me started on the ones who act a certain way if you show just an once of interest in Belos as a character. They lose their minds and think you're a horrible person. You're not a take blog, I know, but I thought I'd send this anyway.

I absolutely get what you mean! A lot of people treat Hunter like a young child or as if he’s incapable of taking care of himself. He was the Golden Guard, the Emperor’s right-hand man! He’s not a child, and he’s a lot smarter than a lot of people give him credit for. The way people treat his character is kind of insulting to victims of abuse who relate to his situation.

A lot of fans put him on some sort of pedestal and act as if he’s perfect in every way or get really defensive if someone points out something they don’t like about his character/arc. It comes across a bit like they see it as a personal attack, and it’s frustrating to be around. You can like a character and notice their flaws; it’s not mutually exclusive.

I’m not a take blog, but I’ll be happy to listen to any of you want.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for having a lot of resentment for my father, and trying to move on from him after his death?

I should at least introduce myself and provide some background first. I (24, F) am best known for joining a company that my father (50s, M) founded that invaded planets. This stopped happening ever since a peculiar young being that we'll call K (10, M) destroyed our spaceship. I've managed to make amends with K, though, some time after I turned around and implored him to stop the machine that went haywire at the end. Nowadays, I am friends with K as he's long forgiven me for the invasion, and thus I think that situation has been resolved.

Now for the actual matter at hand here. My father is dead. You'd think that I would be mourning him after he died, and I actually have! As a matter fact, I have in fact had grief over it! It was me that was responsible for his death... I killed him by pure accident, and for a while I've felt absolutely horrible about it. I still regret it even now!

.... But while I've indeed mourned him, I also just cannot help but legitimately resent him at the same time, and that's affected my grief over time. Let me explain why I have resentment for him:

He treated me like shit. You would not believe what he was like at times. I was stuck in a horrible place that was dimensions apart from my father for a long time, and when I finally returned to him, he forgot about my existence entirely. I tried to give him a hug upon return, but he brutally rejected it and told me that I was a freak for trying to hug him because he considered me to be a stranger.

I tried this multiple more times, and the outcome never changed.

I also tried so many other things. He did at least offer me to become his secretary, so I took the offer, but it didn't fix things at all. I tried singing a particular song for him that I thought would've gotten him to remember me, but it failed. I'd also have deliberately done other things like making gifts for him, but that never made him change.

I gave him everything, and he gave me nothing back.

I didn't even always get along with him. He was often a pretty harsh, mean-spirited and demanding 'boss'... it's embarrassing to think that this was my relationship with my dad. I was supposed to be his daughter, not his employee that he wasn't even very nice to!

He essentially spat in my face every time I tried to do something to try to get him to remember me being his daughter. He even called me rude things like 'weirdo', 'degenerate', and the aforementioned 'freak' that I said earlier. And he always had an aggressive tone every time he rejected all the hugs I tried to give him. As if I wronged him for it.

... I'll never forget all of that! Especially the first time it happened when I came back from that dimension. This has all just been so, so stressful that I honestly just can't forgive it. It hurt too much!

What kind of dad coldly refuses hugs from his own daughter?

He wasn't my dad anymore, really. More like a stranger that managed to steal my dad's body. He was a mockery... an insult.

I felt absolute disgust at what he became and how he treated me.

Now, I feel like his memories got erased. I've felt like the machine had something to do with it... it's partially why I tried stealing it from him in the first place, but I don't understand how it got to that point before I came back to him? Why was he using it after I disappeared?

Did he purposefully let the machine eat away his memories? Did he decide to just stop caring about me after the portal accident? Or... I wonder if there's a possibility that he deliberately got rid of me from the start. Like he was pretending to love me at the start and then made his move at some point.

... I don't know. I have no idea what happened to him while I was gone and I certainly hope it wasn't the last possibility I mentioned. I can hardly even remember what he was like when I was little. It was so long ago. I question if he ever loved me in the first place, and if it was all just a fluke if he 'did'. I didn't want to believe that... the reason I've even mourned him to begin with is because I wanted to believe that he loved me before, but I can't say that I'm convinced he ever did.

And if he never loved me, then I think that'd mean that I was stupid for mourning him. I don't even know if I'm supposed to miss him since I don't even know if he ever loved me at all to begin with.

I wish I could better remember the times before the portal stole me away from him. But I just can't.

It also just stresses me out to constantly think about it. I've been trying to heal and move on as time has been going on... at least things are easier in life now since I'm not in a twisted dimension anymore, nor am I hamstrung in harsh and demanding conditions as a result of being my dad's secretary.

I've revived his company and resorted to different practices. Not invading planets anymore, at least.

I also have friends now. The friends I'll give a shout out to are the aforementioned K that I talked about earlier, as well as a spidery guy (25, M) and some blue-hooded alien guy (28, M) that owns a big blue ship that's actually a really impressive piece of technology.

These friends actually care about me. Way more than my dad ever did, I think.

The spidery guy also lost someone, and at first he didn't understand why I wasn't as openly grieving my loss as he was until I explained it all to him. Thankfully, he came to understand, and was generous and caring enough to act as support for me nonetheless.

I actually don't make my daddy issues known to a lot of people. I have a feeling a lot of them would find a way to judge me or weaponize it against me, or they'd just paint me as some heartless monster for having resentment for my dad and I'd have to sit them down and explain it all for them to get it. But I'm simply not interested in letting that situation happen. And besides, I don't need to have my very personal business be known to people that aren't my closest friends.

... Although that's also part of the reason why I might be TA. Like I should just blindly grieve my dad to the fullest without any complications. I wish it were that easy, but what happened between me and him is much too complicated for there to not be resentment. I can't shake off the feeling of resentment after how he treated me ever since I came back to him. Doesn't help I barely remember him before the horrendous accident.

AITA, or am I justified to handle my dad's death the way I have?

(Sorry that this was long, by the way)

[rosekillerismylife]

I'm a bit in a twist, because I just saw a post about how awful James Potter is (also compared to Severus Snape) and the person who wrote the post is kind of right. And now I don't know what to think.

First of all, I'd like to say that everyone in this fandom has an own opinion and is even required to have one and they really should be able to express their own opinion which means that they can like or dislike whatever character they want. I do not mean to change your opinion, it just occurred to me that the owner of the post that inspired this rant really had a point and I had to get some things of my chest, so please be aware of that. This is just me being confused. Just skip it if you want.

Now, to the rant. Severus Snape did some horrible things like insulting Lily Evans, treating Harry Potter badly (JKR explained why and it might make sense but that's also an arguable point), partly trusting in Voldemort (and in Dumbledore which both is concerning) or being fascinated with the Dark Arts (probably not really a problem if he weren't in Slytherin and if it wasn't in the middle of a war) but the Marauders harassed him and bullied him which is also horrible. And if we accept that Potter bullied Snape and encourage it, doesn't it mean that we have to accept Snape's bullying too? Because I don't think there's a difference. The Marauders harassed Snape, humiliated him and called him Sniffelus. Snape called Lily a mudblood (and I recall it being only a onetime thing? Please correct me if I'm wrong), he was a Slytherin and he supported the Dark Lord (which meant that he had to, at some point, harass other students too, due to peer pressure or free will, it had to happen eventually).

It is also questionable why they would bully him. Did they only bully Snape because he insulted Lily or was there more? Did Snape offend one of them personally or was there any specific reason other than him being a Slytherin and seen as a soon-to-be Death Eater? Was the only reason to bully him that he insulted Lily? Potter was in love with Lily, sure, but Lily could've defended herself, right? And as fellow Gryffindors and his best friends, it shows loyalty that Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black helped Potter but other than Lupin being close friends with Lily, the others hadn't had a close relationship (at least in canon) with her, so other than being loyal to their house and kicking the ass of a Slytherin (I don't really know if just metaphorically or if punching him was really a thing), there was nothing for them in it which is morally debatable.

Maybe they are equal to each other because they don't really differ from each other. I mean, objectively seen. The both of them are bullies, even if Snape's words maybe hurt more than Potter's, it makes them still a bully. And seen as they may be equal, they don't deserve a different treatment, right?

And that's exactly the point where I struggle because years ago when I read Harry Potter, I thought of Snape as a decent character (maybe younger me wanted to be different (main character) because everyone hated Snape) and then I entered the Marauders fandom and realized what Snape did (mainly he is seen as Lily's insulter, I think?). The fact that Potter made his life a living hell with the help of his friends (of whom at least two where unrelated to the actual issue) and displayed also an awful bully slipped my mind. It's just so confusing where you draw the line between good and bad or black and white, you know?

Maybe Potter and Snape are both morally grey characters because they both did good things but also bad things? Realistically, not every villain is born as a villain. There are many factors that influence the behaviour of a person for example how the person is treated in their childhood by parents or friends, how they grow up or by what people they are surrounded which makes every human being a morally grey character because no one can be only bad or only good. What I'm trying to say is that it depends on which part of a person you consult to judge them. There can never be a definite decision on a person because there's rarely someone that counts as only good or only bad because there sure are things in the past that weren't exactly good or specifically bad. Also, everyone sees a person differently because they met a different part of this certain person.

I'm not trying to find an excuse for what Voldemort or Darth Vader or Hitler or Queen Victoria or any other villain/head of state/dictator (fictional or not) did because there definitely is no excuse for any of it. But I'm only trying to explain the Potter-Snape-dynamic a little.

All I'm saying is that we can't praise the Marauders as high as we do and forget that they insulted Snape as well as Snape insulted Lily. Maybe not as hurtful but I think being called a hurtful nickname comes close to being insulted as a mudblood. Both is bullying and there is simply no excuse for a thing like that.

Anyway, I am not saying that Snape is the ultimate villain of the story and that he should go to hell or that the Marauders are all trash and should be convicted guilty for everything they did to Snape. Just remember that not all that glitters is gold. Humans have many facettes and no matter how well you know them, you probably will never see all of them. It's the same with fictional characters. Everyone is a grey zone and can't be all black or all white.

However, I am up for questions or a discussion or answers regarding this topic. Again, you can point out anything that I got wrong because maybe this helps me to resolve the confusion I'm in right now.

[annaliessse]

I'm still on Chapter 3 of Silvio's route so I really shouldn't be complaining right now but I need to vent.

Silvio lovers, does this get better? Because as I see it right now, the writers need to a miracle to make this haughty puppy look good in my eyes.

NOT SURE IF THE NEXT BLOCK OF TEXT COUNT AS SPOILERS BUT I'LL STILL HIDE IT

His personality is so damn exhausting! Very terrible, as well. Emma reacted the way I would in every situation (she's my fave MC so far amongst all routes). She had a right to be angry when she's being insulted all the time. Personally, I would've done worse and made Rio proud by throwing that glass of rose liquor directly at his face.

Everything that he's done to Emma is honestly just horrible: insulting her, telling her that she needs to seduce him to get him to stop prying, and the worst thing was that party scene at Chapter 2(?). I honestly don't get how Emma kept calm and held her temper at that time. Seeing Silvio insulting her, objectifying her just because of his riches is actually very sad. I would have felt so scared at that time with everyone's eyes on me as a prince continues to treat me like trash.

If the writers somehow manage to pull this off, I'd applaud them. Because right now, I can't see myself liking his character.

Also, I love his Emma. So very relatable and smart as well. Probably the only redeeming thing about his route so far.

[baenyth]

Bethany's Bizarre Miraculous Reviews Episode 4-4: Mr. Pigeon for the 72nd Time

Alright, this one's kind of a breather after the three fuckbrothers. It's just the birds.

It just dawned on me that Sabrina's still one of the five characters shown in the title. She hasn't been relevant aside from a few episodes in Season 3.

Honestly Ladybug in a bathrobe and towel over her bodysuit goes hard. And she's cooking! Probably not meth, though.

I'm also having fun analyzing the board of starred akumatizations. Apparently we saw every time that abomination to clownkind reappeared so far.

Marinette's really preventing the home invasions now after last time, lmao.

Wait, Antibug? Not Wasp Queen or Miracle Queen? Can Hawkmoth only do those two when Chloe has the bee or something? Hawkmoth can give people Miraculous powers, after all. Or is it just every time Chloe got akumatized?

Explosive meth lmao. I know this is a "Breaking Bad 'fans' when they see someone mixing chemicals together" thing but fuck it! Let's get humorous!

And even more Marigami. I'd forgive the Lukanette and Adrigami disrespect if the rest of the season was Lukadrien and Marigami instead, honestly.

Oh my god the speed Marinette must've been going at and that enormous leap this is amazing

Tomoe isn't even mad Marinette is stealing Kagami like that.

Marinette you ... I can't think of a good insult. To fix a relationship you need to understand the problem and both people must be consenting to it. Let Kagami speak.

Oh. It's psychological projection.

The camenbert vanished lmao

Aren't pigeons just doves? And doves pigeons? They're the same kind of bird but with a different color palette?

Seriously? Using Adrien's other stalkers?

The iconic bag O' holding

MOTHERFUCKER

Evil pigeon recolors lmao

"Marinette, this is the last time I'm going to tell yo-"POOF

Background models lmao

And there's the new outfit. Still a bodysuit but with at least some more detail. I'd rather have red and black-spotted armor with a thick black undersuit beneath, though. Add in a helmet and make the domino mask a visor too!

Ba dum tss

I can't believe it either, Mari. Adrien is horrible for you.

If you can't tell, I hate Adrienette. I feel like unless there's some big changes, things are going to end in disaster. Alya was the MVP in this episode, basically figuring out everything, helping Ladybug when she's in a tight pinch, and giving Marinette the ability to prevent akumatizations.

Reminds me, I think instead of writing a self-insert fic I'm going to make a Miraculous RPG game. Travel new worlds after something heavily warped Miraculous Paris! Fight against Hawkmoth's forces and other foes! Alya, Nino, Luka, and Alix are all partners, alongside even more! Adrienette will be annihilated and Lukanette and Adrigami will be endgame! And all the characters will be treated with respect! Not salt!

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

ughh ty for ur amazing tags it was so disgusting how they were 1. telling on themselves claiming poc and fat people aren't attractive and 2. wishing racism and body shaming on an actor in the name of justice(??). not that im surprised anyway their crowd was the one that demonized lucas and ignored caleb for years. one of my favorite characters is patrick and he wasn't allowed even a nightmare sequence he was just forgotten by the narrative and brushed off. a Black victim of abuse not even given a voice, just forcibly suppressed and used to move the plot along to fuel jason's satanic bullshit. he is ignored by the large majority of the fandom that focuses all their attention on white boy of the week but think hating billy is enough to compensate for their favouritism and racism. i hate how poc are treated in this show but its not enough for ppl to just direct all their performative criticism on a character they want actual racist harassment directed at them too. so disgusting.

i don't normally beef on the internet (i much prefer throwing hands irl actually, but ppl seem to enjoy hiding their shit behind a screen lol), but i really did such a hard double take at those tags.

i really can't fathom tearing down another character because your fav gets shit. i fully understand that characters like lucas and argyle don't get a lot of attention and that's likely a combination of a) the duffer's own bias sidelining those characters, and b) fans' bias in ignoring poc. that doesn't mean i'm gonna throw hands with your average eddie or steve stan or whatever, i don't find that productive. i'd rather engage with fans that already enjoy my fav or are open to consuming content about them and encourage (in this long winded example) eddie stans to enjoy argyle content without making them feel guilty about their blorbo.

same goes for every time i see someone thinking that if they kick down billy it will elevate nancy or lucas or max or eddie or steve. it's petty, it doesn't work, and the only things that result from it are a) an echo chambers where all your fellow salty mutuals will yes man you, or b) ppl who like what you just talked shit about are gonna roll up asking what your damage is. lo and behold.

even putting all of the dumb nancy vs billy nonsense aside (and for the record i think the duffers badly wrote both characters in different ways), those fucking tags were just. SUCH an accidental slip reveal of what that person really thinks. i don't think they're a horrible person or whatever but they're definitely a dick and think that as long as they hate the right character they're correct and good.

like you said, wishing bigotry on a person/character just because you don't like them is a weird fucking thing to say. at that point i barely care what the context of the post was. can you imagine saying that out loud in a room full of fat ppl/poc? i don't think any of them are gonna come to the conclusion that you mean it as a roundabouts insult against a popular hot white actor/character and go 'oh yes haha you're so right i totally think fans hating him for being brown/fat is preferable'. i personally would have torn down whoever said that shit to me irl, that's some white ass performative activism i don't have time for, but it seems like ppl don't think about how the shit they say would sound out loud irl to the very ppl they seem to be trying to support

nevermind that any given piece of billy fanfiction and an awful lot of fanart explores the trauma billy has gone through more than it goes 'ah yes blonde boy hot'. we can have tho conversations without being pricks saying shit in bad faith about it. like, most billy fans i see are huge fans of patrick and mourn his lost potential. because we know how the duffers treat their abused characters.

this shit isn't a contest, but often the shit you say about a character affects ppl who are similar to/identity with that character. if in your pursuit to hate and spit about a character, you say shitty things that make poc, fat ppl, abuse victims, etc., feel like you're insulting them or just using them as props for your wokeness, then you need to take a step back and ask yourself if maybe you needa chill and reevaluate what you're doing. it's not a good look, and neither is the mindset that revenge and punitive 'justice' should be prioritized above healing, growth, and connection.

(like c'mon we can redeem fictional war criminals but we can't let an 18 year old being abused by his dad work through his racial biases? like the latter isn't a much more common situation that happens irl to real abused teens with bigoted parents? alright)

anyway, i'm glad you appreciated my tag rambles, i really was just word vomiting in a fury lol

if you love patrick and enjoy the idea of patrick and billy interacting, i have a # patrick mcckinley tag and a # kingr*ve tag for each respectively (i lump all my patrick and billy stuff under their ship whether platonic or romantic bc patrick stuff is scarce enough as it is). cheers!

[irikahkrios]

i need you guys to understand. i fucking LOVE the "robot is a person who fights to find their place in the world and be seen as alive" trope. i ADORE it. i think data from star trek is one of the greatest fictional characters of all time. i love edi's plotline in me3. i get upset when any droid in star wars dies. i still cry when i think about bicentennial man. i feel crazy at the thought that people might see me talk about my hatred of the geth and think that i hate fictional robots or something. as an autistic person i feel a ton of kinship with robot characters bc they're so often used as a metaphor for "person trying to understand social cues and fit in and be accepted in society."

the problem is that with the geth, bioware did NOT write a "these robots are people who want to be seen as alive" plot. they wrote a nonsensical plot twist/retcon after spending two and a half games establishing that the geth are a soulless robot army that attempted literal genocide against the quarians (arguably the most sympathetic species in the series), and are never portrayed as anything more than this. they're servants of the reapers. they're helping them to murder and/or reaperize every species in the galaxy. the writers actually had a really good opportunity to make us think of the geth as alive or sympathetic, with the geth unit you capture on the reaper iff mission in me2 and can keep on the normandy if you want. but they chose not to make it alive/sympathetic, you can talk to it and it's literally like talking to cleverbot or something. you never get the sense that there's any kind of sapience there.

there's no attempt to portray the geth as sapient or sympathetic until two-thirds of the way through me3, when the writers suddenly start beating you over the head with characters telling you that ohhh no the geth are ALIVE actually!! this unit has a soul or whatever the fuck!!! and retconning the events of the geth's attempted murder of all the quarians to try and make the geth seem like the sympathetic party. and it never feels like anything more than an attempt at some of that classic bioware Forced Gray Morality, where there's an obvious right side and wrong side but the writers bend over backwards to treat the situation as "morally gray" even when it so clearly isn't. it's so bizarre and out of place with everything in the games thus far that i find it impossible to actually take it seriously.

the end result is really more insulting than anything. it feels like the writers are going "ohh, you spent the last two games thinking the quarians were sympathetic? haha, don't you feel stupid now that This Unit Has A Soul?? you dumb idiot baby, the ACTUAL morally correct action is to help the robots MURDER the quarians! or make 'peace' to give the robots an opportunity to murder them later! you dipshit!" like it just feels like a cheap ass pull for the sake of subverting expectations. it feels insulting to my intelligence as a player, because to take it as canon you need to throw out everything the writers established up until that point. (and don't even get me STARTED on the fucking paragon/renegade points.)

the quarian/geth conflict could have actually been morally gray if they'd wanted it to be. make the situation a bit less black and white from the start, rather than portraying one side as wholly in the right and the other as wholly in the wrong and then suddenly switching them when they wanted to subvert players' expectations. make that "legion" geth unit an actual character, give it interesting things to say, make players form an attachment to it instead of having it just be a thing that stands on your ship and responds to questions with soulless answers like "there was a hole." make us truly feel that this was a conflict between two peoples, instead of the writers suddenly telling you to enable the robot apocalypse. i mean idk i think i'd still have some problems with it, i mean the geth still did all that horrible shit to the quarians. but if we'd gotten the sense at any point that the geth were sapient people, it would have felt more like the morally gray situation the writers were going for in me3 and less like the "oh haha the quarians are the Bad Guys now kill them kill them kill them" shit that they actually wrote in me3.

basically what i'm trying to say is that there's a universe out there where bioware actually put in the work from the first or second game, and actually wrote the geth in a way that made them come off as a group of sapient individuals instead of a soulless hive mind murderbot army trying to kill my shepard's best friend and her entire species. if we lived in that universe we wouldn't be having this conversation. but we don't, so we are.

[quetzalpapalotl]

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍💖💔 for tcgf HIT ME WITH THE OPINIONS

Hiiiii!! Thank you for the enthusiasm!! Sorry this took me so long I got distracted by vidya games. Anyway, under the cut because it's a lot

❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

Mmm... I'm gonna say Hua Cheng because it was quite a shock to see how he's written in fic right off reading the novel because it's like where are all these speech patterns coming from?? This lowly one?? Why is Hua Cheng insulting himself every other sentence??

It's actually pretty normal in for fandom to emphasize a character's insecurities, or that's my experience at least. Makes sense, makes them more relatable. But from my perspective while Hua Cheng has insecurities, he also genuinely believes that he's better than everyone else (minus XL ofc) and has a well-founded confidence in his abilities. He sets himself to unreasonable high standars and critizices himself when he can't reach them, but most of the time he is reaching them.

The moments we get to glimpse at Hua Cheng's insecurities is because something made him show that side of himself or is infered from context clues. He doesn't like to show any vulnerability and he wouldn't be on a 24/7 spiel of how much he sucks. He certainly wouldn't be burdening Xie Lian with his own self-hatred. And he would not let anything he feels get in the way of helping Xie Lian and make him happy.

Because of this people also downplay how assertive he is in his relationship with Xie Lian. Fear of rejection and coming is and important factor in why he wasn't fully honest from the get-go, yes, but also Xie Lian himself told him his beloved may feel guilty if they knew they were the reason Hua Cheng couldn't move on. That's a very important factor. He starts testing the waters and he gets bolder and bolder as Xie Lian keeps being receptive and giving him leeway. To the point that the epilogue calls him spoiled and has him demanding Xie Lian's attentions.

🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

Oh boy, inasmuch as you can call this a "theory" I strongly disagree with the idea that the temple scene is an allegory for sexual assault and it kinda bothers me that the anglo fandom treats it as a given. I was pleasantly validated recently when I was told the Chinese fandom doesn't see it that way. And look, I do get sick pleasure from that scene because of sadism, but I know that's me, that's something I'm projecting onto it. Simply put, the temple scene doesn't need to represent sexual assault. What happened to Xie Lian is not any better, honestly, I'd say it's worse.

The situation shares a lot of the things that makes rape a horrible experience, the vulnerability, the violation of one's body, but rape is first and foremost about power. The people that stabbed Xie Lian weren't happy with the idea, but they did it for their own survival (also there was a toddler involved so, um, please don't). I'll grant you that it is one of many instances of BWX/JW establishing control over Xie Lian's body but even he did this with the very specific purpose of challenging Xie Lian's ideal of helping the common people. It was a taunt. Didn't you want to save them? Even if it means they'll hurt you?

What broke Xie Lian was all these people turning against him, that he couldn't bring himself to allow it, that maybe they were never worth saving in the first place. Which is why is significative that he willingly offers to repeat that experience later (as well as people refusing to hurt him then). It bothers me seeing it only discussed in terms of sexual assault like that's the intention because I think it adds a dimension that isn't there and distracts from the actual dynamic at play.

💛: What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?

I consider the popular ships to be hualian, beefleaf, fengqing, and quanyin and I like all of those. I don't have a problem with none of the others ships I've seen and the ones I'm not into are not prominent enough to have any feeling on the matter.

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

Well, that entirely depends on which side of the fandom you are I guess, but since I already started thinking about how people regard Xie Lian's sexuality...

People tend to treat Xie Lian like he has some weird Catholic guilt regarding carnal desire and that's not really it. Xie Lian lives in a culture that values men's sexual prowess, just look at Pei Ming, look at how Xie Lian utilizes this with his "I can't get it up" bc no man would lie about that. Xie Lian's chastity is something he chosee for himself, in fact, he actively went against was expected of him by choosing his cultivation over marrying and fathering children, somthing which is even more explicit in the revised version.

During the Land of the Tender encounter, Xie Lian's biggest concern isn't about some abstract value of purity, but the very practical issue that if he breaks his cultivation he can't afford to build it up again in the middle of a war, he needs his power now. And if his followers finding out would only mean losing more power.

Even Mei Nianqing, the person who taught Xie Lian this was of life, isn't scandalized by Xie Lian adquiring a lover and tells him what matters is that he's happy, he's just displeased over it being ghost king and accuses him of taking advantage of Xie Lian's lack of experience.

Xie Lian is shy and nervous because he has no experience (and this is mostly in the face of Hua Cheng because he has never been into a person like this before), and it wouldn't be unreasonable if he had some form of trauma of the Land of the Tender (in that his biggest association with experiencing arousal is vulnerability), but he doesn't have some internalized purity culture, he would have read Pei Ming's salacious tales if he wasn't keeping his cultivation, breaking his vow of chastity is the least of his worries regarding his attraction to Hua Cheng and when it comes to it, it's not a big deal for him to break it. Again, the chastity was his choice and now he simply choose something else.

With how much of the book is people not respecting Xie Lian's choices, it's a bit annoying ngl. Sometimes people just choose not to have sex for their own reasons, it doesn't mean they have psychosexual issues.

💙: Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think?

This is more in-universe, but like how does Pei Ming get laid so much? Look, I becamed endeared to his character and he may be handsome, but if I ever heard him speak the only pounding I would desire is one that leads to him bleeding in the ground.

💜: Which character is way hotter than everyone else seems to think?

I have to mention Kemo here not because of me per se, but because when I made a friend watch this he thought he was hot and the only character that's his type. It was his reward. To bad for all the racism.

🤍: Which character is not as morally bad as everyone else seems to think?

Mu Qing... like, come on, he had all the reasons to feel insecure with how everyone treated him and Feng Xin constantly trash talking him, he had to be very careful in how he navigated the world, and Xie Lian was the most considerate of his circumstances, but even he didn't fully get it.

He had all the right to leave when he did. And yeah what he did with the 33 officials there wasn't nice, but he was in a precarious situation and he did try to make amends and help later (against the rules), but you know, he sucks at feelings. Xie Lian and co. did end up eating the rice Mu Qing brought.

Some people talk like Mu Qing is The Devil, but really he's just kind of a cunt, but like Xie Lian said, he would never poison someone's drink. Even amongst all the corruption in heaven, he's one of the few officials with nothing to hide?? (besides feelings)

🖤: Which character is not as morally good as everyone else seems to think?

Mu Qing, again. Idk what's about this character that makes everyone lose their minds, some people can't take if you say anything mildly bad about him. But he is a cunt. And like, I don't know why people hail him as this sort of working class hero, because like yeah, he had it bad and he's more class conscious than Feng Xin. But you know, he stil threw a fit at a poor, beaten up kid because he has to be lying about having no home because otherwise Mu Wing would know him personally so obviously, this kid is evil, I can't imagine why I kid would not want to go back home. There's the very real possibility that he threw HC out of the army out of jealousy and you know, he was all for unleashing the human face disease on Yong'an civilians, and these were all people who had it worse than him as an attendand to the prince and then a deputy god

Ultimately, Mu Qing's goal is to climb in the system, and he succeds and he has been a god for the past 800 years. In contrast to Hua Cheng who activelly rejected ascencion and works outside the system to help those Heaven overlooks in his own way (tho HC himself is a king of his own) and Xie Lian who has been living in porverty and has lost all shame regarding that and does thing any god but Yushi Huang would consider beneath them, like helping his followers farm. Mu Qing feels a lot of shame regarding his origins and tries to distance himself from it as much as he can, again, this is understandable given his context and by the end of the book he has grown enough that he doesn't get upset if you hand him a broom.

💖: What is your biggest unpopular opinion about the series?

About the series? Idk exactly, but it seems to be an unpopular opinion in this fandom that word of god is not canon, only the text is canon.

💔: If you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

Lang Ying and he did get removed in the revised version LMAO Nothing against him, but his character doesn't really amount to anything for the narrative when it's all said and done. Uh, as for the revised version, so many characters already got removed I don't think I could substract anyone without causing major damage to the story.

💕: What is an unpopular ship that you like?

Junlian, to absolutely no one's surprise, I do ship Orion with Zeta, as I was told.

[the-firebird69]

We have several things to report and a few incidents trying to be remillard and Dave AKA Dan are now dying 3 to 5 times a day they die so often it's a waste of time to report it no but it's kind of difficult

-we have several incidents to report after our son left the grocery store and there were five massive outbursts of hatred and animosity and other and they were declaring themselves to be free from this matter and free from the mass and they were subsequently arrested and their clones including the clone outside they are in trouble and going down no it's starting to fight with these pseudo empire

-there were several other incidents after the grocery store. We will delineate as he's driving down the road people are harassing him as he is crossing people are harassing him and it's normal but it's annoying he's approaching the house people are harassing him it's going in the driveway and the harassing him trying to unload they're harassing him and so on and it goes on every single day you're getting hit by others of your kind for doing what you're doing and today the erupted in public at some of you and we're talking about more luck too, they had to go outside and wait and said you're in my f****** way and they showed badges and they said we're so sick of you losers there's so many problems and we have problems and we have to try and handle it and he's a child and you're making it so freaking hard and we don't have any of these ships or laser bases now you're going to go after us your piece of s***. So Mike too ordered them outside and he said I can charge all of you with obstructing a peace officer will you be a pain in the ass all night and drive around circles bothering me instead I'd rather have someone else arrest you so the towards the Chinese place he was talking to him he says any of you feel like you're innocent of a crime one woman said you're out there Mariners in combat murdering us and you complain that we're treating you bad, go to your own store I mean and leave us alone. And a woman said that and they said we can't do that you're bothering the s*** out of him and as we see your hand signals you're having it done it's f****** horrible and he said it is horrible and I'm not alone in it these clones are doing it anyway he giggled and said maybe you should go back inside and they said maybe you should stop doing the stupid s*** we're all in trouble and we're all highly strong we don't have anything to do but bother each other you said it today and this is what it is a backlash and we're having trouble with these two groups mostly and we're in a lot of trouble and he started saying we know we are and we're trying to get out of it she's wondering what he could do he said we have to end the civil war he looked out from the distance and they said we don't know how to stop it I said why reinvent the wheel he lives a family says and he looks at him and says what we used to do is just stop it and Mike said it has to be mutual and I'm willing to and they said good and smile says don't bring us out here I can you take just stop it and he agreed and they said we're going to stop obstructing you it doesn't do us any good so they went inside and he went home and wept a little and they left at work they wept at work so you should be proud of yourself most people would have broken completely and you can thank John remillard for hardening you. So they got up and they said we thank you John we feel much better no but we got the information we're a little sturdier than we used to be and we don't go postal you still do and he goes thank you for what since we have to just stop and he said you're right so the clones have to just stop too. He said they're going to work on it but we don't see it now we are going to town and we're going to cross things that's ridiculous here as a bunch of insulting pricks and threateners and it's too dangerous for one person and he's way out there our son is way out there on his own.

We're going to published now this is important

Thor Freya

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[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 38 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

It's now a few days later and Lucien has been declared comatose.

His vitals are thankfully stable, not that it provides any relief for Daemon.

He goes to the hospital constantly to check if his father is okay, if the doctors and nurses are doing their jobs correctly.

I go with him whenever I can.

I don't have anyone I can call a parent but I can only imagine how much distress Daemon is in seeing his in a hospital bed.

And now that I think about it Lucien is the closest thing I have to a father and yeah, I'm really worried too.

Sick with it, sometimes.

And when my mate is upset and sad and I'm upset and sad, things get really tense and stressful without them meaning to be.

The other day we had a small argument about how he saw Jay's arm around me when he picked me up from a hangout with my friends.

Of course, I apologized immediately but then he was asking all these questions about why an Alpha is hanging out with a group of three omegas or if I let Jay touch me like that all the time.

Of course, I started to cry and then he felt bad so we just hugged and decided not to talk about it anymore.

It didn't feel great that we didn't resolve it, though.

Then another time he was in a really bad mood after getting in an argument at work so I offered to have sex, thinking it would help him blow off some steam.

He did not react well.

He didn't like that I'd basically told him 'use me.'

He took it as an insult to his character.

Yeah, I think I definitely hurt him with that one.

So, things haven't been the best between us.

But it's not like he's treating me badly.

And we sleep in the same bed every night.

And even if everything feels wrong in the world, if I can fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, I'm okay.

Right now we're at Lucien's house in the living room.

I sit with Tristan on the couch, who Daemon says is the only alpha he can trust me with, besides Lucien.

My friends call him overprotective but my mate being so devoted to my safety is actually really cute to me.

I laugh at a meme Lylah sent to the group chat, quickly typing out a reply when Tristan switches on the TV.

I don't bother to look up until I hear a strangled scream coming from the speakers, jerking my head up to see Tristan's put on a horror movie.

A man is chained to a wall, being tortured by a robed figure in a mask.

The figure whips out a twisted looking blade and slices off the man's earlobe.

Blood splatters everywhere, the man screaming again and I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me.

My breaths become shallow as my gaze is locked on the screen.

My body feels frozen and I can't look away.

'That used to happen to me.'

I don't believe it. That can't be true.

'I used to be locked up for days on end. I used to be tortured by a man who had complete ownership over me.'

My heart is thundering so fast it feels like I'll faint.

My throats closed up and I can't breathe, overcome by fear.

It feels like I'm back in that horrible place.

Back where my stepfather can hurt me.

It can't be real.

Please don't let it be real.

I am not the boy that used to grovel at my stepfather's feet, blood on my back as I begged to be let out.

No. No.

'No no no no no no.'

Suddenly Daemon is there, aggressively snatching the remote from Tristan's hands.

"Turn that shit off," he growls angrily.

The screen flashes before going dark.

His voice has brought me back to the present and I sit there trembling, watching everything unfold with watery eyes.

"What the fuck did I do?" Tristan yells.

He stands up, his Alpha responding to Daemon's.

My mate ignores him, immediately going to me.

His eyes fill with pain as he takes in the look on my face.

He carefully reaches for me and when he sees I don't tense up in fear, he takes me into his arms, letting me bury my face in his chest.

"I guess I'm chopped liver, then," I hear Tristan snap.

"Don't ever show something like that to my mate again," Daemon bites back.

"He can't handle a little blood? You know what? You've become a fucking piece of work after finding your mate. Trying to rub it in my face how lucky you are, huh? I'm the one who's wanted a mate all these years, when you couldn't have cared less about having one. So fuck you, Daemon. Fuck this," Tristan shouts and then the front door is slamming shut with a deafening bang.

I flinch at the noise, hiding in Daemon's arms, despite the guilt flooding through me for what just happened.

I've done it again.

Caused so much trouble and drama for my mate.

Why am I so pathetic?

I'm the worst.

Without a word, Daemon picks me up and I cling to him like a koala, desperate to be attached to him.

He brings me upstairs and sets me down on the bed, intently observing me.

"Are you okay?"

"W-what about Tristan?" I ask, my bottom lip quivering.

"He'll be fine. I need to know if my mate is okay."

"I-I don't know," I say, barely above a whisper.

Daemons face softens and he sits down besides me.

"I'm hate that it's so... so easy for me to get like this," I whisper, tears pooling in my eyes. "Why can't I be normal?"

"Do you know how many times I've wished that?" Daemon rumbles out. "As many times as it took me to realize that no one is normal."

"I just wish I'd had a b-better chance," I sniffle. "A chance to not have had to go through that. I... I want be happy and not remember horrible things. But I can't and every time I think of him my body f-feels like it's rotting from the inside out. He took everything from me..."

I bury my face in my hands, my chest wracking with sobs.

My mate's big, warm arms surround me and I collapse into him, my body going limp.

"I'm so sorry," Daemon's voice is rough with anguish.

"I should've been there. Found you earlier and taken you away."

I shake my head.

"You didn't know, Daemon. I was so far away. In the enemy pack. You didn't..."

I break out into a sob, not able to finish my sentence.

He kisses my head, holding my tearful face to his, his brow creased in sadness and beyond that, anger.

Deep, broiling anger that I see simmering below the surface.

His body is tense beneath my fingertips, evidence of the effort he's making to restrain himself from letting his rage show.

"I will kill him with my own two hands," he growls. "I know that I can't erase him from your mind but I swear to you that I will take him off this earth forever and you will never have to fear him again."

"M-make it painful," I choke out. "Make him suffer."

"He will wish he was never born," Daemon assures me.

[darkdansdarkestdays]

"Yes, sweetie. Just hear me out, okay? I PROMISE! I SWEAR to you that your fears are entirely unfounded. From now on, I will degrade the shit out of you, I promise. Love? SHHEEEEITT, I am not even going acknowledge your humanity. I will never again kiss you. First of all, it shows too much actual affection, but also your mouth is going to constantly taste like my butthole. There will be constant alternating between viscious, maniacal ravaging of your pushy, mouth, and asshole. I read somewhere that this is actually dangerous and can spread infection, or something, but this sounds like a "you" problem. You will be my proxy for a deep-seated hatred of women, which means that measures will have to constantly be taken to ensure that your body's natural tendency to find sex pleasurable be counter-acted, cuz you feeling any sort of pleasure, frankly, just doesn't fuckin' work for me....I'd LIKE to perform one of those crude circumcision procedures still a thing in many Muslim countries....now, those dudes have shit figured the fuck out. You shouldn't be able to show your face here, either....and, if you get raped, don't waste law enforcement time with your female sob story, cuz their highly evolved justice system has correctly concluded that it was YOUR fuckin' fault. Now, unfortunately, treating you in this manner would land me in prison in this godless hell hole of a nation, so, forced circumcision is out. The nerves in your clitoris and elsewhere will stay,undeservedly. intact....so, we have to counter act them. Lit cigarettes, blowtorches,whips and chains (think you enjoy shit like that, huh? Lol....yeah, we'll see about that, won't we?) What I have noticed after years spent fulfilling my Divine Assignment of reminding the earth of women's rightful place on the hierarchy, which is to say, well below men. Y'all ARE still in the too 3 cuz chimpanzees are closing the gap quickly and dogs have already surpassed you. Remember Adam and Eve? The fall of man? Who ate the fuckin' fruit first? Yep, it sure was your ancestor. And, as everyone knows, it wasn't really about a fuckin' fruit, so....the only fruit in that story was Adam after he decided that he just HAD to follow the lead of his whore wife. Good plan, dipshit! Well, we have learned a thing or two since then, thankfully....so, we realize that, in order to make the experience of sex sadistically euphoric for us, but ultra traumatic to the point of imprisoning via manipulation of your own, horribly flawed sexusl devices, we cannot focus exclusively on the physical aspect of this equation. We need to assault your psyche, as well....and don't think that pulling your hair, while calling you names like "bitch" and "whore" then throwing in an occasional insult concerning your mother is gonna be the end of it....I proudly work on the cutting edge of this exciting new field and I am here to let you know that we have advanced much further than this stone age shit...fuckin' Gloria Steinem would probably ask for the occasional accusation of "slut" while being railed by some fuckin' black bull as her cuck husband strokes his pathetic little Peter nearby. We don't deal in vague bullshit here, woman. We tailor each verbal assassination attempt to the individual....that's right, we have investigated every inch of your past and uncovered your darkest secrets....these will now be weaponized by the best dark psychology experts on earth. I don't want to give too much away here, but can gloat about a referral last week who was, to be blunt, thinking she was hot fuckin' shit.....so, we solved that problem by actually treating her well until roughly, 3/4 of the way through the encounter, at which point, I made reference to a past jncident concerning her sisters husband, a bunch of quaaludes, and subsequent suicides of her mother and sister...wiped that smart ass grin off her face pretty quickly, I tell ya....so, it's just like anything else, if some degradation and subordination is good....more is absolutely better, and you are in line for the royal fucking treatment. Get excited!

Something like that, perhaps?lol

[bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love]

SULLEN OBLIVION

SHIGARAKI X FEMALE READER 9100 WORDS LOONNGG Headcannons / fic

⚠️⚠️WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️SMUT SEX XXX🚦🛑

Shigaraki has a bitchy, toxic girlfriend who treats him like shit and doesn't love him. Shes also a prude at sex. Not letting him do anything he wants to. Only the occasional plain boring vanilla sex. He believes he can't find anyone better, that no one would want him, then you come along. The attraction is immediate. So he cheats on his horrible girlfriend with you. Now will you want a relationship with him. What will happen to his girlfriend. This isn't spaced how I'd like but it was the only way it would fit

Shigaraki's relationship had become stale, loveless, boring. Honestly he wasn't sure there was ever love in it to begin with. From the start he had blinders on, only seeing what he wanted to. Ignoring all the signs that it was just for show. That his girlfriend was a gold digging bitch. Despite knowing the truth he still stayed. 

Looking back he knows the real reason he got together with her. Michelle, the very name brings a bitter taste to his mouth now. But at the start she showed him affection, which he had been deprived of for so long, all his life almost, and here was this girl flirting with him, touching him. A soft feminine caress was so nice. She gave him what he so desperately wanted, someone to call his. He was tired of being lonely so he played along, telling himself everything was fine, I have a girlfriend, trying to trick himself into believing it. 

The first person who showed him the slightest  amount of attention and he clung to it for dear life. He was blinded by a pretty face. He was just drawn to the thought of having someone, anyone. He was still a human being and companionship is a basic necessity.  She wasn't bad to look at either. She was an above average looking girl and he knew he couldn't be picky, not with his looks. Shigaraki thought of himself as ugly. Hideous was more like it. A monster. His skin was dry, cracked and scarred. He was broken and flawed. 

He never dreamed he would have a girl to call his. The chance of anyone wanting him was unlikely so when she came along offering a sweet smile, a soft touch, and of course sex, he latched onto it. Jumping at the chance of having a girlfriend. A warm, soft body laying next to him, in his bed, the very thought made his heart skip a beat. Shigaraki was a faithful man. He devoted himself to one person. Too bad she was only with him for what she could get out of it. In it just for clout. 

Shigaraki was a very strong, feared villain already. He was the leader of the League of Villains. In command of the PLF. Everyone knew he was AFO's successor, on his way to becoming the next Villain King. Which meant money, authority, and power. She was his girlfriend and that got her respect, and since he came with money she was able to go shopping, all she had to do was touch him or have sex with him. So she played the role.

She would sling insults at him on a daily basis. Constantly reminding him of his scars and skin condition. Saying how uncomfortable it was to kiss him. It was only when she wanted something that she would allow him to indulge in sex, as if she was granting him a huge favor. 

"You should be thankful you have a girlfriend" she would sneer. Looking at him with her lips curled up, like he was a piece of dirt on her shoe. Her words broke his heart. 

"Why are you even with me if you think I'm so hideous" he would ask. 

"You're lucky to have me, no one else would be with someone like you" was her cruel response.

She always tried to get him to put lotion on his scars, telling him "don't you want to look normal." His heart clenched every time he heard those hurtful words, knowing how she really felt, it was like a knife in his heart. He didn't need a reminder of his appearance, he was confronted with it every time he looked in the mirror. Hell he thought about it all the time, he hated himself more than anyone. 

"It's a skin condition, lotion doesn't help" he would mumble in return, hanging his head, letting his hair obscure his features, like it would somehow erase them.

"Well keep them covered. I don't want to see them, you now that's why I close my eyes when we have sex" she bite out. 

When they had sex she wouldn't ever look at him, she preferred  to do doggie style or ride him that way she didn't have to see his face. 

He was horny all the time so getting laid was a plus, even if it was only once in a while. After all if she wanted that new designer bag or to get those claws of hers done she would have to act like a real girlfriend and open her legs.

When it came to sex she was boring, only willing to do vanilla sex. Due to his large size she made him use a ton of lube and go very slow, complaining the whole time. "You're too big, not so fast" she would complain.

He wanted a fun eager girlfriend to moan his name, beg for his cock. Willing to indulge all his fantasies that he jerks off to so often, to hold them down, hear them cry and whimper. Letting him choke them as he drives his dick into them, say all the filthy things on his mind. 

Swallow his cum instead of having to let it spray it on the floor like it was something filthy. To spill his seed on their face, or fill up their tight pussy.  One time he had came on Michelle's stomach and she freaked out like it was the nastiest thing in the world, hurling and gagging as if it was killing her. The first time he tried to put his hand on her throat she freaked out. "Keep those freaky hands away from me, you could kill me," she would scold him. 

He wanted nothing more than to pound into her, being in her warm cunt felt so fucking good. For Shigaraki controlling himself was such a struggle. He longed to be rough, to let go. He wanted to spank a girl till she couldn't sit for a week, for being bad and disobeying him. Choke her while he was balls deep in her sex. Dominate her so she knows her place. Make her open her mouth so he could spit in it and laugh as she gulps it down. Shove his length up her ass while his fingers plunged into her pussy. Walk her around on a leash so it was clear she was his pet. 

He knew there wasn't a chance in hell Michelle would be willing to participate in such shameful, vile activities, she was such a prude. "You can't actually think I'd let you do that kind of perverted stuff to me, what's wrong with you" she would say, so he dropped it.

When it came time for him to get attention she flat out refused to go down on him, saying how revolting it was to put his uncircumcised dick in her mouth. Only occasionally would she lazily give him head when she wanted something bad enough, and even then it didn't last long, nor was she able to take much of him, he was a big boy after all so he never expected that. Always saying how she deserved a reward for doing him such a big favor.

She would give him a lazy hand job but his own hand did a better job at that than she did. Still the feel of a girl's touch on his cock was nice. Something he never thought he'd feel.

She always wanted him to eat her out though. Telling him that those dry chapped lips were only good for one thing. 

Tomura certainly didn't mind camping between a girl's legs and eating her out, hell he enjoyed it even if she was not that tasty. She was bitter and tart, but the way she would squirm and whimper made it easy to pretend he had a loving girlfriend who desired him.

Over time they had sex less and less. Tomura got off more by masturbating than by his own girlfriend, and even kissing had ceased. Yet he stayed anyway and took the verbal abuse and he hated himself for it. Why? Because he was that pathetic, he wanted a girl that bad.

He felt like a dog begging for a bone, a scrap of attention. He'd pay someone just to hold him. To let him touch their soft skin. Pet his hair.

One night he was so desperate for sex, or any human contact, that he begun humping Michelle in her sleep, he needed friction, contact, anything. Of course she woke up, shocked that her boyfriend was defiling her in such a way. "What the fuck is wrong with you, your so gross" then proceeding to call him such horrible names, he felt so humiliated. 

He didn't understand why he remained with her, well, that's a lie, deep down he knew. 

As long as she touched him, even briefly,  a brush of her hand, her leg brushing his as she sat close to him, laying next to him, then it was worth it. And he was ashamed of it, hated himself for it, all for the chance to be held and caressed. He was so pathetic he knew it, but he just craved touch. What he wouldn't give to feel loved, what does it even feel like? He would never know.

When he is alone he would cry, tears silently rolling down his face at the thought of never feeling real love, to have a lover who wasn't embarrassed of him, who would cuddle him, tell him he was good looking, yeah right, that's not gonna happen, he thought bitterly. But having someone who would beg for his cock and not brush him off with excuses would be a dream come true, but it would only happen in his dreams.

This was the best he would ever have. Sadness left a lump in his throat. The hurt and pain was always there, playing under the surface. He would soon find out how very wrong he was.

The thing that hurt the most though was the time he put his hair in a ponytail to get it outta his face, pinning his long bangs back. He never did this in public cause he was too self conscious, but it was just him and her so he grabbed a rubber band, clips, and tied it back.

He immediately felt her eyes on him, looking over at her she had her lips curled in a sneer, "what’s wrong" he asked confused. Her answer was like a knife in his heart. 

"Take it down, I don't wanna see that dry scarred mess of a face." 

He felt the prickly pain stab his heart. his self esteem had always been bad, he was aware of every stare, every whisper, when he would go out in public, but from the girl who is supposed to care about him, love him. He turned away before she could see the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes, he tore the tie out his hair hiding his face once again. He'd give anything for a girl to make him feel attractive and loved 

Strange thing was he didn't complain, he had no passion for her, no desire anymore. After just 6 months. At times he wanted to lay his hand on her face and watch her turn to dust.  The terrifying villain Tomura Shigaraki who could destroy a city was being bullied by his own so-called girlfriend. Sad, but true. No one would ever want him, little lone love him. He accepted that he would never have someone. Then you came along.

His jaw nearly dropped when he first laid eyes on you. You took his breath away. You were gorgeous, prettier than any girl he had ever seen. He would do anything to call you his. But what chance did he have with a girl like you. You could have any guy you wanted. You wouldn't look twice at a freak like him. Or so he thought. 

He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame, craving your warmth, your essence. Your very presence brightened his day. 

After striking up a conversation with you he had come to find out you two had a lot in common. Similar childhood, both of you were damaged, and neglected. Shockingly you had killed your family as well, unable to control your power. 

Of course you shared his hatred for heroes due to your traumatic past, agreeing with him on his thoughts about society. Flattering him by calling him genius, saying you found him to be a great leader and very strong. But he wanted to hear you call him attractive, sadly you didn't. 

When you talked to him you were respectful, calling him boss and sir, a warm smile gracing your lips as you looked in his eyes, his name rolled off your tongue like honey. "Yes Sir Mister Shigaraki" your voice alone nearly made him cream in his pants. What he wouldn't give to get you alone. He couldn't help but imagine you calling him master with his cock sheathed inside you. 

Talking to you flowed so easily it just came naturally.  As you two talked he found himself getting lost in your eyes. They were so bright, vibrant, sparkling with so much life. Your lips were full and pinkish red, he longed to grab you and press his lips to yours, to see his dick between those lips.

You didn't seem repulsed by his appearance,  showing no shock or revulsion upon seeing his face, you didn't treat him like a monster. 

You were always on his mind, invading his thoughts, his dreams. He would close his eyes and picture fucking you, ramming his length down your throat, hearing you beg for him. Imagining you naked underneath him, taking every inch of him. His eyes opened as he fisted his erection moaning your name as he came, his seed spilling onto the floor.

His so called girlfriend didn't seem to care about the time he spent with you. Hell she seemed relieved by it. 

One time he overheard Michelle talking to you, she was of course downing his appearance.

"He used to wear this creepy hand on his face before we met, I never knew why till I saw his face, it's so ugly, nothing but scars and dry skin, and his lips don't even get me started" her shrill laugh echoed. 

What he heard next made his heart leap in his chest. You stood up for him, defended him, calling him attractive. 

"Wow your a real fucking bitch you know that, how do you not find that man sexy, he's strong powerful smart and hot as fuck. So he has scars that does not make him a ugly. He deserves so much better than you. If I had a man like that I'd treat him like a King" you ranted. 

Shigaraki's heart fluttered in his chest, joy spread through him.

Michelle stood there shocked for a minute before calling you a bitch and throwing a punch at you which you easily dodged. 

"You don't want a fight with me whore. I would beat your ass," you warned her. 

So when she went to attack you once more you landed a hit to her face, knocking her to the ground, giving her a black eye. 

Shigaraki continued watching, a happy smile tugging at his lips. This was a dream come true. Did he have a chance with you? He had to find out.

Later that day his bitch of a girlfriend left for a week to see friends and he quickly headed to your room, he had to see you, know if he had a chance with you. 

"Come in" you yelled as he knocked on your door. Slipping inside he made sure to close and lock the door behind him, he didn't want any interruptions. 

"Oh hi Shigaraki sir" you beamed up at him. You were sitting on your bed, back against the headboard, knees bent, feet flat on the mattress. Putting down the tablet that you were drawing on, "what do you need" you asked, a bright smile on your face. 

Approaching the bed he looked at the drawing. It was a fantasy witch woman (think sakimichan art). "Wow this is amazing" Shigaraki said. 

"Thanks, it's a hobby of mine. What do you need boss man". Tomura's attention now turned to your bare legs, your short skirt showing off your nice thighs, lacy black panties in clear view.  He couldn't help but reach out and run his fingers up your thighs. 

"I prefer you to call me Master" a wide grin formed on his lips. Eyes clouded with lust. His fingers now at the edge of your shirt. Smiling back you replied 

"OK Master Shigaraki." Your eyes seemed to sparkle.  That was all it took. He was on you in a instant. Pulling you down flat against the bed, His legs positioned between your thighs pushing them apart. Hands on either side of your head, his face hovering inches above yours. 

"Do you have any idea how hard you make me, how much I think about you. I'm gonna make you mine little kitten, gonna fuck you so hard" he growled."  

Gazing up at him you simply say "Yes Master" his lips crash against your.

He had no guilt about his feelings for you. Nor about pushing your skirt up to your waist, tearing your panties off and shoving two long fingers in your pussy. 

The surprised moan that left you sent a jolt straight to his already stiff cock. He needed to hear more of them, wanted to have you cry his name, and squirm on his dick. 

"Oh fuck your so tight" he groaned.

"I'm a virgin" you replied, voice hardly above a whisper. His manic grin spreads from ear to ear, "not for long" his raspy voice says sending pleasurable waves through your body. 

"I'll be the only cock you ever know." He promised. You didn't fight him, you were willing, very willing. He slid his fingers in and out of your warm core, curling and scissoring them. The calloused pad of his thumb rubbing rough circles over your clit making your back arch, your hand gripping the bed sheets. His invading digits were covered in your wetness.

"Shigaraki," his name left your lips in a sob.

"Tell me you want me kitten, I need to hear you say it, please" he begged his voice deep and gravely. He needed desperately to hear you admit to wanting him. Your lust filled eyes locked with his vermilion ones. 

"I want you Shigaraki, please" you sounded so hungry for him, so passionate, you really craved him just as he did you. He couldn't believe a goddess like you chose him, desired him. You sounded so erotic moaning his name like a mantra. He needed to hear how you would sound begging, crying. How hot you would look with tears rolling down that pretty face. 

The things he wanted to do to you danced through his mind, vivid images playing in his head. Would you be willing to indulge him? He was damn sure gonna try. He felt like he would go crazy if he was forced to hold back any more. Hell he didn't think he could.

Working his way down your body, stopping to worship special areas along the way. His hands squeezing your breasts, taking your nipple into his mouth, lightly biting the pert bud. He wasn't satisfied till your tits were decorated with hickeys. 

His lips trailed lower, kissing your stomach, hands kneading your thighs. Finally settling between your parted legs. His face a breathe away from your soaked sex. Thumb toying with your sensitive clit. A slew of profanities and moans fell from your lips. 

"You like that kitten" his voice husky with desire. All you could manage was a whimper. Slowly removing his fingers from you, he brought them to his mouth, licking each one clean of your juices. 

"You taste so good, I want more," he groaned. Leaning forward his tongue slipped out, licking over your puffy slit, tasting you again. 

"Damn your so wet, and all for me" tracing his name across your folds he felt your legs shake and when he flicks his tongue over your clit the cry you gave had his shaft throbbing. 

He was worried you would complain the way Michelle did. Yet when he took your hard nub between his dry lips the sob you gave as your hands tangled in his blue locks, your thighs clamping around his head as your hips bucked up, this was all the encouragement he needed. He lapped at you little jewel before slipping his tongue inside your sex, gathering more of your essence. He was already addicted to your taste. 

Finally he reluctantly pulled away, looking in your pleasure hazy eyes he wrapped his hand around your throat. He could feel your walls clench around his manhood. An encouraging moan slid past your lips. Your eyes filled with desire, you enjoyed it, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. You had to be made just for him. A warmth spread through him, was this happiness. So he tried something else . Leaning down his face hovering just above yours. 

"Does my dirty little whore want my cock, I'm gonna stuff this greedy pussy so full of cum,  you'll be my pretty little cum dump, you'll like that won't you slut" he growls out. Heart hammering in his chest, worried about your reaction.

"Yes Shigaraki" you brokenly cried.

He had to be dreaming. It was too good to be true. His lips formed a wide deranged looking grin as his eyes darkened. He drove his thick leaking cock past your slit, hands keeping you in place. You squirmed and whined under him. Back arching off the bed as a silent cry left you. Any control he had maintained was gone. His hips surged forward pushing in further.

Looking down he watched as your small opening stretches wider and wider as he impaled you. The cute sounds you were making only served to encourage him. With a few sharp jerks he was finally buried in your tight heat. Fuck you felt so fucking good he nearly lost it. He wanted to give you time to get used to him but his restraint snapped. 

Pulling out just to plunge back into you. Your hands gripped the sheets, tears streamed down your face and a mix of moans and screams filled the room. His thrusts became furious. Pounding into your tight cunt. 

"Master call me master, tell me you want to be my fuckdoll." He was getting bolder, seeing how far you would go. 

"Yes Master. I'm your fuckdoll" 

His hips slammed into you relentlessly. Completely burying himself to the hilt in your tight pussy. You were a trembling sobbing mess under him. It was the most erotic sight he'd even seen. 

Pumping his fat length into you, his balls slapping against your ass, looking down he watched himself slide in and out, each time coated with more of your slick. You felt so incredibly tight around him. 

"Mine" he growled possessively. His pace became rougher. 

"Fuck yes, cry for me pet. You look so hot like this. It just makes me harder" he groaned continuing his assault on your aching core. 

When his orgasm hit he came so hard his entire body shook, emptying himself in your tight cunt. Flooding you with his seed. But he didn't stop. He was still rock hard as he fucked the cum into you. "Gonna stuff your slutty hole with my thick cum" he growled. Wrecking your body for hours to come.

When he came down from his sex high he pulled you close. But his heart sank as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp. 

She regrets it was his first thought. I knew no one would want me, why can't she want me. The thoughts raced through his mind, trying his hardest to not cry.

As you stood up from the bed your legs were like jelly, too weak, and they gave out, causing you to fall back down onto the mattress. You'd always heard about getting fucked so hard you can't walk but didn't think it was true. 

"Shiggy, baby, I need to pee and clean up but I can't walk" you blushed looking back at your lover who seemed to be on the verge of tears. 

"Love what's wrong" you were concerned. 

"Is that why you pulled away from me". He spoke, his voice soft, it seemed to crack with emotion. 

"Yeah, of course, what did you thi…"you started, the realization hit you. He thought you were leaving. 

"Oh Shiggy baby no'' you reassured him, laying back down next to him. Your hand moving his hair out of his handsome face, revealing all his scars. Tenderly trailing a path of warm kisses all over his forehead, under his eyes, before finally planting a deep kiss on his lips. Next thing you know he has you pinned beneath him, mouth sucking at your neck hungrily. His stiffening manhood poking your entrance once again, pre cum smearing your already cum coated pussy. 

"Shig...bathroom first please" he huffed at this, wanting to be buried inside again. Reluctantly he pulled away gathering you in his arms. He carried you to the bathroom even going as far as setting you on the toilet and taking a warm wash cloth to clean and sooth your sore sex. 

As soon as he got you back in bed he wasted no time in sliding his dick between your puffy lips, sheathing himself deep in your hot core, refusing to let you leave the bed for the next week. 

The week that Michelle was gone Shigaraki and you grew much closer, not just sexually but on a mental and emotional level. You could sit and talk for hours, engrossed in the conversation. You were actually interested in his thoughts and plans, offering input when he would ask your opinions.

You shared soft times as well. Washing his hair, giving him massages, and just cuddling while enjoying movies together. You spent the entire week practically glued to each other's side. He had more sex in that week then he had with Michelle in 6 months. Then Michelle returned, and things changed.

You came into the room to see Shigaraki and there she was,  pretending to give a damn about him which meant she wanted something as usual. The sickening way she draped herself over him made your stomach turn.

Surely he wouldn't fall for it. He wanted you, right? Why did he seem to enjoy it. Did he really want her? You couldn't stand watching the scene before you so you turned around and left. 

Feeling that twinge of pain as it gripped your heart. Seeing her hang on him. Why would he let her, didn't he want you. Guess not, why, why did he stay with her. We connected, there was passion. Was I just an easy lay for him? You could already feel the tears that threatened to fall.

You went to your room and began packing, shoving your clothes into a duffel bag, tears blurring your vision, unable to remain here any longer after catching feelings for him just to see them together. How could he. I'm such an idiot you thought. 

Shigaraki knew what Michelle was up to, but he played along. He had a plan to give her what she deserves. He was a man who firmly believed in revenge. But also he didn't know if you were serious about being with him. What if you were toying with him, no you wouldn't do that. It didn't make sense, you seemed to really like him and definitely enjoyed the sex. He had heard you stand up for him. There was no way you were fake like Michelle. 

The urge to see you overwhelmed him, so pushing Michelle aside he headed towards your room his heart fluttering at the very thought of you. Arriving at your room, a happy smile affixed to his face, he threw your door open ready to take you in his arms, but what he saw made his heart sink. Tears pricked at his eyes, your stuff was mostly gone with the exception of  stuff that was boxed up ready to be taken. Did you play him too? 

Of course you did, why would a goddess like you want a scarred monster villain like him. He should have known better. The hurt and heartache took over, weighing heavily on his shattered being and he fell to his knees. No one could actually want him, love him. He should have known. Why? Why? The question repeated in his mind. I'm destined to be alone.

He thought he had found love, acceptance. The most gorgeous girl he had ever seen, he clicked with you, and the sex, fuck, it was mind boggling earth shaking amazing. You were so willing to do whatever he wanted. Happily swallowing his bitter cum as he would call you a filthy cum whore. 

The way you moaned as he drove his cock up your tight ass. You were his. The way your eyes sparkled, the joy your smile brought him. Just being next to you made his world go round. He'd do anything for you.

No, he would not let you go. Never. He refused. He'd find you and tie you to his bed if he had to. Whatever it took. The obsessive thoughts clouded his brain. He had to keep you. You were his, his women, his property. His hands clenched into fists by his side. 

Getting up he set out to find you. But just as he reached for the door it swung  open to reveal you, your eyes red from crying, matching his own tear filled eyes. 

"Am I that repulsive that you are running away from me?" His voice cracked betraying his emotions. The words slipped past his lips before he could stop them as he stalked up to you, gripping your arms in a bruising hold. 

"I saw you were that gold digging whore and I can't Shig. It hurts too much. I refuse to watch you two together. My heart won't let me. I'd kill the bitch I swear."

"You honestly think I would really pick her over you," he says, shocked. 

"Are you stupid, why on earth would I want her when I can have you" he adds, a look of disbelief on his face. 

"When I came here and saw your things gone I thought you were ashamed of me and regretted it." His voice just above a whisper.

"Tomura no, I want you, how could I not" your sweet voice was the most enchanting thing he'd ever heard. Making him happier than he thought possible.

"I saw your stuff gone and got worried you were trying to run away from me. That you were leaving me. I didn't think I was good enough for a goddess like you, you're so perfect how could you actually want me. I don't wanna live without your touch," his voice wavered, his sad eyes held yours.

"Your more than good enough Tomura. I got scared you were going back to that bitch. How could I want anyone after having you," sliding your arms around his waist you laid a soft kiss on his lips.

"You'll be mine, my obedient pet, my little sex doll" his husky voice spoke against your neck.

"Absolutely I will." Your hands carded through his long white locks. Tilting your head to give him better access. "What about Michelle" you questioned.

"Oh I have something special planned for her" he grinned. "Now let's move your stuff to my room where it belongs."

In the process of taking your belongings you ran into Michelle.

"Tomie baby can I get your card? I wanna get my hair done" she asked, going to kiss him while her hand rubbed his chest, batting her lashes at him. Shigaraki pushed her away, disgusted. 

"Get the fuck away from me your greedy bitch. We are done."

The look on her face was priceless, pure shock. "What," she stuttered.

"You heard me, don't make me repeat myself" he growled, giving her a death glare.

"You can't be serious. Do you really think someone else will  want your ugly scared dry ass you freak. You'll be alone forever, I took pity on you." She yelled pure hate in her tone.

Shigaraki's hand twitches, the urge to reach out and decay her was strong, but he had something better planned. 

"I've already found someone way better," he hooks an arm around your waist pulling you to his side. "Now I have a parting gift for all the insults, all the shifty sex, for being such a stuck up, clout chasing, prudish bitch" he gritted out. His evil grin widening. "Let's get you to the Doctor, shall we? You'll make a great Nomu. I'm sure all the male Nomus will welcome a female one, oh and don't worry you will keep your conscience, although I will have control over you" He giggled. 

Michelle tried to get away but Shigaraki grabbed her by the hair. She struggled and screamed, begging for him to let her go as he flung her over his shoulder. She fought and kicked trying to get free but it was useless. Her pleas and cries fall on deaf ears.

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Shigaraki felt true happiness waking up with you clinging to him. Feelings of love and warmth radiated from you. His fingers danced over your naked flesh, his cock rose to attention, getting harder by the second, needing to feel your tight warmth encasing him. 

He carefully rolled you over, his eyes surveying your body, it was littered with evidence of his time with you. Pride wells up in him knowing he was the cause of it. His lips kissed a path across your chest. Nimble fingers plunged into your depths rousing you out of your slumber, drawing a soft sigh from you, your arms encircling his neck. 

"Good morning beautiful" he breathed. 

"Umm Shiggy" you sighed. Hips bucking up at the feeling of his evading fingers. 

"You want me my pet" he whispered in your ear, "tell me, I want to hear you say it. Beg for your me, be a good pet"

"How could I not," you replied.

His long fingers were working in and out of your dripping core, curling and spreading you open trying to prepare you for what was to come. He ached to be inside you, his bulbous tip positioned at your entrance. 

Slowly he started to push in, his mouth capturing your cries as his lips crashed against yours. Your hands gripped him, gasping at the feeling of being stretched around his fat cock, nails digging into his skin leaving scratch marks down his back.  

Sinking in further, little by little, sheathing himself completely in your needy pussy. Your walls clamp down on his throbbing shaft.  

Glancing down to where he was connected to you, he watched his member pistoning in and out of you, stretching you wide, forcing you to accept every inch of him. Your cunt clinging to his rutting manhood, 

The moans you were making were the most erotic thing he had ever heard. It made him want to draw more of those lovely sounds from your lips. Grabbing your hands, he held them over your head within one hand, his other anchored around your throat causing you to gasp as he choked you. 

"Your mine little toy, now say it" he growled, his hips snapping against you. His drooling tip kissing that special bumpy spot deep with.  

"Yours" was all you could manage to say. His brutal assault of your cunt left you withering beneath him, completely at his mercy and you loved it. Your walls twitch every time his thick length dragged over them, filling you so blissfully full. When he came his onslaught didn't stop, he remained hard stuffing you with cum several times over.

"Let my cum leak out of you. I wanna know your pussy is dripping my seed all day, staining those fleshy thighs." 

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Everyone seemed happy Michelle was gone. 

"Fucking hated that fake bitch."Dabi grumbled.  

Mr. Compress countered with "Shigaraki definitely received a major upgrade with you. He hit the jackpot with this beauty." 

"Just remember she's mine,'' Shigaraki grumbled,  linking his arm around your waist pulling you close, in a possessive show of ownership. I'm the luckiest man alive he thought.  

"Oh babe. Don't worry no one could ever take me from you." You say holding his face planting loving kisses all over it and neck. Whispering loving words in his ear.

Later that day you had gone to hang out with a Toga, but Shigaraki was missing you and getting impatient so he decided to go get you and drag you back to his room. As he searched for you he heard your lovely voice and it brought a smile to his face, but what he heard next made his heart sink.

"He's so freaking annoying, he won't leave me alone, and he has one of those faces that just make you wanna hurl."

Tomura felt his whole world crumble, you were just like Michelle, of course you couldn't stand him, of course you found him ugly. His heart broke. He knew you were too good to be true. How could he delude himself into thinking he could be happy, that a girl, especially one as gorgeous as you, would want him.

He fell against the wall, unable to hold himself up, tears already falling from his eyes as your words cut like a knife.

"He keeps trying to get with me, he won't take the hint" you sounded so irritated.

"You should tell Shigaraki, he'd take care of him," Toga mentioned.

Wait, you weren't talking about him, you were talking about someone else. Shigaraki felt his heart jump in his chest, he had misunderstood. Joy overtook him. His world was bright again. But wait who the fuck was bothering you, he would kill them.

"I don't wanna bother him."

"Well this guy doesn't seem to get the message so I would tell Shigaraki"

"Tell me what" Shigaraki asked, pretending he hadn't heard the conversation as he came around the corner.

"Hi love'' you beamed, turning towards him. Wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace, laying a sweet kiss on his lips.

He pulled you tight against him, his tongue delving into your mouth, twirling around your own.

"Who's bothering you pet, tell me. I'll gladly take care of it. You are never a bother." Stressing the word never as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Just some guy who's had a crush on me and won't get the hint."

"Where does he live? I'll pay him a visit." A sinister smirk promising vicious deeds spread over Tomura's face.

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You and Shigaraki couldn't get enough of each other. 

Hands were always exploring and caressing each other's bodies. Craving each other's touch. Mouths nipping and kissing, teeth sinking into flesh leaving brands of ownership. Tongue eagerly licking paths over naked skin.

Shigaraki kept you on his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck as you sat astride his thighs. Hands under your skirt, clutching your ass, fingers digging in leaving marks behind.

The sex, fucking hell did he have a high sex drive. If he could live with you affixed on his dick he would. 

Unable to control himself he'll pound into your pussy at rapid speed your whole body rocked with each rough thrust.

His stamina was superhuman, able to go all night easily, round after round. Filling all your holes with his thick cum. By the end it was spilling out if you. Your face, and tits painted with his milky seed. You were usually unable to  walk afterwards. By the end of the night you'll be a shaking mess all holes packed with cum. Your face tits and ass covered with his potent seed. At this point he would get his phone and snap filthy pictures of you.

Finally being able to fulfill his sexual desires Shigaraki was overzealous at indulging himself, using your body however he wanted. You certainly had no complaints. You were more than willing to submit to him in every way letting him do as he pleased with you.

You didn't freak out when his hand encased your neck, if anything it made your pussy clamp down on him even more, encouraging him, making him harder, a wicked grin on his face knowing you got off to it as much as he did.

When he would shove his fingers down your throat, making you lick them clean of your own arousal you would never look at him with disgust instead you were his good girl obediently doing as you were told.

When he would have you open your mouth so he could spit it in, his saliva joining his cum that was already filling your mouth, snapping a picture before telling you to swallow the concoction of bodily fluids you obliged, swallowing it all down like your master wanted. 

You would lie there letting him lick and slobber over every inch of your writhing body. Drooling above you, leaving trails of saliva across your curvy form. 

He would worship every inch of you. Taking his time as he made sure not an inch of you was left untouched or kissed.

You didn't panic when he tied you up doing as he pleased with your defenseless body. You fully submit to him. Hearing you whimper as you tried to wiggle free was so cute, it just made him cum harder

Every time he would fuck you he seemed to get rougher and more dominating, unable to hold back, testing your limits, pushing you to endure more, training your cunt as he put it.  

Slamming his twitching length into you, causing you to whine and tremble beneath him. Shivering on his thick shaft as it stretches you beyond your limits, tears falling from your pretty eyes. Calling you his cum dump whore, his perfect little toy, his greedy slut. Telling you how he was gonna break you. 

"Your my fuck doll I'll do whatever I want my pet. Look at what a whore you are for my cock. You're gonna look so beautiful covered in my cum." 

He'll stuff your pussy and ass, packing them full of his cum, watching with glee as it leaks out. Spraying your tits and face with his seed, you just look so hot covered with his jizz.

But he'll pamper you afterwards, cleaning you off, running a hot bath for you to soak in as he washes you. Cradling you close to his chest, wanting you as close as possible. Telling you he loves and cherishes you.

Call him master, daddy, or sir, he insists on it.

He wants to fuck all your holes. You got an entrance, his cock is in it. Thrusting in your warm pussy,  are shoved up your little puckered asshole. He won't show mercy either. He'll relentlessly pound away till he gets his fill.

You never complained when he put his hand on the back of your head, ensuring you can't pull away while he forces his dick down your throat, making you gag and drool around it as you choke on him, he nearly loses it right then. He had no idea how you were able to get the whole thing in your mouth but fuck was he a lucky man. 

"Look at you taking me so well, that's my good pet making your master feel so good" he groans, his hips jerking forward, balls slapping your chin as he ruthlessly fuck your pretty face. Eyes filled with tears as you looked up at him like a pet wanting its master's praise. 

You tasted so delicious he could spend hours between your thighs, hands holding them open, face buried in your sopping pussy, tongue snaking in and out eagerly slurping up every bit of your arousal. 

Lips attacking your sensitive clit, the rough texture driving you crazy, your legs shaking, as you mumbled incoherently. Hands threading through his hair, hips bucking against his face. Unlike Michelle you seemed to highly enjoy his talented tongue and mouth. 

When he told you he wanted to milk your tits you didn't look at him with revulsion, you simply replied "but I'm not pregnant" you said confused.

"There are ways baby, here I'll show you" and that he did, his mouth latched onto your breasts, milking you like a babe. Your nipples were so sore and tender when he would finish but you didn't care. If it made him content and happy that was enough.

You didn't look at him with disgust when he pulled you to him and started humping your backside, grunting and panting in your ear. His twitching member stiffening in his pants. Eyes half lidded as he rode out his high. 

No scolding him for being so horny and needy. You simply compiled, letting him do as he pleased then asked, "do you feel better baby, we could have gone to the room you know."

"I like humping you," he replied sheepishly a blush forming on his cheeks. 

"OK, whatever makes you feel good love" you smiled, easing any insecurities he had.

He gave you a collar and leash as a present with 'Shigaraki's pet' embroidered on one. The other read Shigaraki's Toy'. They were black leather with red stitched writing. The leash itself was silver. For my perfect fuckdoll the package said. 

You didn't protest when he affixed it around your neck, locking it in place, the key went in his pocket so only he could remove it. Attaching the leash he took a step back and gave a hard tug on it, forcing you to stumble forward. 

"See if you don't behave all I gotta do is yank,'' he says, pulling the leash once more causing you to choke. "Best be a good pet"

When his cum seeps out of you, spilling onto the floor and he pushes your face in the puddle ordering you to "lick up every bit of it, clean the floor with your tongue slut." You being a good pet do as you're told, not missing a drop, making him so proud.

Everyone thought Shigaraki was extremely lucky to have you and they told him so, but he didn't need to be told, he knew. You were the best thing to happen to him.

He would look at you while you slept, wondering how he was able to have such a goddess as his girl. His hand caressing your face, taking in every detail, cherishing your beauty. 

When you wake up and smile upon seeing him it's the greatest feeling in the world. He was happy for the first time in his life. He would never let you leave. He would cling to you for dear life. You were his everything.

Being cuddled up with you was the best, his head on your breasts holding you tightly, arms wrapped around your waist, breathing in your scent, feeling content and loved. 

He would often walk up behind you while you were in a conversation with someone or on your phone, doing something that wasn't paying attention to him, and just pull you into his chest and hold you, arms clasp around your waist, demanding all your attention.

You were always affectionate with him, clinging to him, making him feel wanted and loved.  Lavishing praise on him. Assuring him that, in your eyes he was the sexiest man alive. That he ruined you for any other guys, no one would be able to please you the way he could.

Happily sitting in his lap, arms encircling his waist, unable to resist kissing him, it didn't matter if others were around you wanted to shower him with affection. When you would run your fingers through his hair he almost purred, it was so soothing.

There would be times when neither of you left his room, too caught up in the pleasure of each other to be bothered. The only thought on your minds were each other's bodies. The hunger to taste and please the other was all you knew. 

When he was between your legs, hands gripping them as he kept your thighs spread open so he could dine on your dripping pussy, it was utter ecstasy. His mouth felt so good sucking your clit, tongue licking your slit before snaking inside your warm cunt making your legs tremble. He ate you out like a starving man. Not stopping till you came on his tongue.

You were always happy to return the favor, falling to your knees and taking his pulsing erection in your mouth. He wasted no time in thrusting it down your throat, instructing you to look at him the whole time so he could enjoy seeing your tears. His hand on the back of your head, halting you from pulling away. 

"That's it pet, choke on your masters cock like a good girl" 

You know it's weird but you loved when he talked like this, you enjoyed it. Calling you his whore, cum dump, fuck toy, it made you wet and he knew it.

He makes sure you swallow every bit of his cum as it spurts down your throat. The face you make as the bitter thick fluid goes down your throat gives him twisted joy. 

Pushing you to the ground He positions his throbbing length at your entrance, pre cum smearing over your slit as he rubs his leaking tip against it. He's so hot and heavy, ready to surge forward, to have your pussy swallow his aching cock. Gripping your legs he pushes them up to your chest, giving himself better access, allowing his dick to sink deeper inside you. Your walls cling to his meaty shaft, so tight and warm, slick with arousal for him. Your hands grasp at his arms as inch by inch he buries himself to the hilt. 

"That's a good pet, taking me so well. I'm gonna fuck you till you can't stand little one" he growled, a devious smirk on his face, driving himself balls deep in your tight warmth, over and over. His tip kissing that special bumpy patch that made your eyes roll back and your toes curl. Heat spiraling out through your body.

You whimpered under the force of his unforgiving thrusts. He was stretching you so very wide around his fat length, your walls desperately trying to accommodate him as your pussy constricts around him.

"Say my name, precious toy, call me master" he demands. "Beg for me"

You struggle to get the words out under the pressure of his hand on your throat, and the roughness of his cock pounding into you. "Plea..see….ma….ter, I wan…..ou, fuck me" you plead like a good girl wanting to please him, but your mind is hazy with the pleasure he is bestowing on you and speaking is difficult, you never want him to stop.

His cock throbs as it drags over your fluttering walls that are sucking him in deeper, clamping down on him not wanting to let go. He thrusts into you making you cum again and again, soaking his dick. 

You look absolutely gorgeous like this, your head thrown back, eyes half lidded, beautiful moans emerging from your lips and your dripping cunt is so deliciously tight as it milks him.

"Drench my cock baby. Show me how much you want me, let me know how good I make you feel. Fuck I'm gonna fill this little cunt so full of my cum." He grunts, taking his member nearly all the way out before plunging back in.

True to his word he slams into you a few more times before he stills, you feel his fat length twitch as it spurts ropes of hot cum in your aching pussy, painting your pretty walls white, stuffing your sore slutty hole full. You can already feel it oozing out of your sopping cunt and spilling on the covers beneath you.

"You did so good, your such a good fuck doll for me aren't you" Shigaraki practically purrs, praising you. Leaning down to meet your lips in a desperate kiss, his tongue snaking inside your mouth, his hand squeezing your throat just enough to make you gasp into the kiss. "Mine, you belong to me kitten"

Shigaraki has to pinch himself everyday to convince himself that you're real, that you're his woman and it's not just a dream. Neither one of you are able to keep your hands off each other. Shigaraki has a constant need to hold you, and feel your body snuggled against him and you happily let him.

Sometimes even insisting that you cockwarm him which you were more than happy to obliged, sinking down on his stiff cock, your pussy molding around him, keeping him snug and warm in your sex. It can get difficult sometimes, feeling him throb inside you, wanting nothing more than bounce on his lap till you soak his thick cock.

When it came time to check on Michelle's progress. Shigaraki took you to the Doctor's lab to see how the nomu process turned out. 

"Oh Shigaraki perfect timing, I've been working day and night and she's finally complete, this way follow me" Garaki eagerly announces, heading down a narrow hall, finally stopping in front of a vat with Nomu Michelle slowly awaking. As soon as she sees you and Shigaraki she starts hitting the glass, anger and fear in her eyes.

"I can control her with this right" Shigaraki holds up what appears to be a small phone, with the push of a button Michelle instantly stops. 

"She has retained all her memories and sense of self, I see, that's perfect" Shigaraki sneered at his once bitch of a now X girlfriend. 

"She got what she deserved, and so did I" he looks at you with so much love in his eyes. "Let's go kitten, I'm hungry and horny". Linking your arm around his waist you had back to your bedroom.

[listless-brainrot]

Hi! I know you love Haru and I'd love to hear your thoughts on what his personality is like? Not his bending or his ships, but just what kind of person he is. He was super undeveloped in ATLA and I'd love to understand him better and write about him!

hey, i'm glad you asked!! super flattering to have you come to me in regards to this question, and i've analyzed this guy to hell and back over the course of nearly a year now, so i'd be more than happy to give you my characterization of him

granted, it's pretty lengthy, and is heavily based on canon, hence why a lot of it ties to his bending, but i'll try my best to make it so that it's more about haru as a person, rather than his service to the plot

also makes me super happy to hear that people do want to understand and write about him!! that really does mean the world to me particularly, so thank you <3

with all of this in mind, here's a collection of my (pretty lengthy, sorry about that) thoughts:

haru being super undeveloped is actually one of the reasons why i find him so compelling- there’s so much you can do with a character of his caliber because there’s not much canon/supplementary material that can discredit your characterizations. canon, however, does actually supply a characterization of him that i’ve managed to compile and accrue over the course of finding nearly every single little detail i can find pertaining to him. this includes his canon episodes in both book 1 and 3, the videogame he appears in (which is straight up called avatar: the last airbender), and even the silly shorts.

(mild disclaimer, i know full well that the latter two i mentioned are considered non canon, but i like incorporating little bits and pieces of what they have to offer, as i don’t really have any other options. also, the videogames are the only supplementary material where he’s treated as a part of the gaang, so it’s the most personality you’ll ever get.)

i’ll start with main characteristics i try to keep in mind when writing him, and then talk about smaller, more innocuous details that i just find particularly fitting for him.

haru is:

emotionally driven. a lot of his decisions are more driven by emotion, rather than logic. this ties in with his impulsivity and morality. he’s aggravated by his position in the village as the only earthbender left, and this culminates into him still bending discreetly despite the inherent risk. he does this not only for himself, but to preserve the (possibly only) emotional connection he has to his arrested father. this is a similarity he shares with katara, who’s emotionally tied to her mother due to losing her, and haru is the one to understand what that loss really means in this interaction: “this necklace is all i have left of her.” “it’s not enough, is it?” by saying this instead of an apology or some other response, he shows that the feeling of loss she’s experiencing is mutually understood in a way that goes beyond just sympathy. there is nothing that will replace who you’ve lost other than the person themselves, and he understand that more than anyone. it’s also implied that haru doesn’t know if his father is still alive, as no one knows where the prisoners go, but it’s clear that he still holds a sort of hope that he’s somewhere out there, and that keeps him going. it just takes a little bit of outside influence for him to fully believe in that, as well as being reunited with his father again. in general, he’s also pretty receptive of other’s emotions, and is quick to come to their aid.

impulsive. not just impulsive, either- he’s got anger and resentment lying beneath his quiet composure. it’s not as bad as characters such as zuko’s, but it’s still worth mentioning. i’ll mention the impulse part first, though- generally speaking, haru reacts faster than he thinks. upon being spotted practicing his bending by katara, he runs away without pausing to consider the harmful repercussions of being found out (nor followed home). he not only runs away from danger as a first instinct, he also runs towards it in some cases, ironically enough- he’s the first one to notice and immediately run towards the mines once he hears/sees the explosion and suspects that someone’s in trouble. he does this without any prompting by katara, even if the act of actually saving the old man needed some egging on from her in order for him to accomplish. his impulsivity comes to a head in the form of his most dangerous act- him attacking the warden. i’ve already elaborated on that specific interaction here, though i will once again emphasize that haru had absolutely no plans past attacking the warden based on his body language, further fueling the idea that this was just a split second decision, one made on nothing but complete and utter impulse. to bring the anger aspect into this, he’s also unable to hold his tongue and insults the fire nation soldiers and even his town once the former leaves, and his instincts swing wildly between running and fighting on a dime with little in-between.

adaptable. instead of completely shutting down in the face of such a negative situation (and over the course of five years, no less), he brings it upon himself to practice bending, accept his role as man of the house and work in both the shop and on the farm, and other responsibilities that go unmentioned, especially when taking into account that his father is apparently the leader of his village. this is where you could start paralleling him well to sokka, which i have done before, but i will make this more haru-oriented. there is definitely a lot more to be inferred with this particular aspect of him, but i will say that it takes someone of strong will to adapt to the situations presented in his episode, and learning to live with the grim reality of fire nation occupation. to run down what we see again- soldiers freely patrolling the villages, soldiers overtaxing the villagers, soldiers entering wherever they wish unannounced, soldiers stealing away people in the night without much resistance, soldiers forcing villagers to work in the coal mines to gather the coal needed for their ships, and soldiers forcing captured earthbenders to build fire nation ships. this is all off of the top of my head, so i could be missing a lot, but again, seeing haru still be as morally oriented and determined as he is after all of this, it’s pretty impressive and telling of his adaptive capabilities. to take this one step further, he’s also extremely adaptable when it comes to working with others, as in the games he fills his role as a necessary component of the gaang without conflicting sokka or other preexisting roles, and in book 3, he finds his place amongst teo and the duke, taking the most initiative amongst the three.

lonely. a snippet from his personality bio on avatarspirit.net calls him “lonely and brave”, and i think that’s especially fitting for his character. he only had his mom for five whole years after every other earthbender was taken away, and this is without mentioning the ostracization he faced simply being one, given how the fire nation constantly demoralizes his country’s benders and likens them to savages. the village he lives in also appears to be full of old folks, so it’s not very likely that he had friends his age that were even in town, especially if we consider the circumstances of following book 2 episodes with the earth army recruiters. (it’s also unlikely that his friends are alive if they did join the army- take a gander at this line from zuko alone: Gow: Just thought someone ought to tell you, your son's battalion got captured. You boys hear what the Fire Nation did with their last group of Earth Kingdom prisoners? Soldier: Dressed them up in Fire Nation uniforms and put them on the frontline unarmed, way I heard it.  Then they just watched.) furthermore, it’s not likely that haru could’ve left his little village prior to its occupation- the games imply he’d been to omashu previously, but the circumstances of the war make this unlikely, unless he was super young. given his not always pleasant attitude and sullen expression we sometimes see him with, it’s not hard to imagine that the effects of him being so alone without the connections he needs has affected him deeply.

some other things:

-he’s horrible at lying (”they’re crazy! i mean, just look at how they’re dressed” is that really the best excuse you could’ve come up with??). -he doesn’t like keeping his hands/arms still (arms are usually crossed, sometimes gestures as he talks, hands usually balled as if expecting a fight). -he’s pretty outwardly expressive (for someone who’s supposed to be hiding most of the time, he tends to wear his emotions/intentions on his sleeve). -he can’t bite his tongue (especially when it comes to something that goes against his personal beliefs). -he doesn’t know how to react to touch (katara hugging him takes him by surprise both times, and he doesn’t reciprocate often, if anything he reacts stiffly) -he’s particular about his appearance (notably in the games, he makes negative comments about people touching his hair, and there’s also. sokka’s comments in book 3. sigh.) -he’s considered dangerous/sensitive by others (note sokka’s comments in book 1, and katara’s comments in the school time shipping short) -he lives a busy personal life (works both in the family shop and on the family farm, and has probably had to work in the coal mines at some point, though this is speculative) -he’s not above poking/having fun (in the games, he’s not above making fun of sokka and his comments about benders, and jumps at the opportunity to ride the omashu mail chutes) -he’s family oriented (count how many times he talks about his parents, it is many times i assure you, it’s important to note that he’s one of the few atla characters to actually have both parents as well as a decent relationship with them) -he has a tendency to idealize. he talks about his father fighting against the fire nation even when horribly outnumbered. it wouldn’t be surprising if he idealized the ideal of rebellion (which would later bite him given that:) -he’s a part of the first successful earth kingdom rebellion. this is mentioned on the wiki, and is unfortunately not shown in the show. it should’ve been, though. -he’s dramatic. he has an entire cliff he brings katara up to just to be dramatic and spill his sad backstory. he needs to be encouraged to save the old man, but he does it in the most dramatic way possible- he really didn’t have to stop the entire avalanche AND push it back into the mines. drama king. -he is very lucky. this can apply to anyone who encounters the gaang, but honestly, given his personality and a few things i’ve mentioned above, it’s a miracle that he’d survived as long as he did without detection nor suspicion. -he’s creative. (this one is much more speculative, but he does create huge statues of katara and ty lee pretty quickly, maybe he’s done similar things before)

to summarize: he’s a lonely impulsive idealist who isn’t afraid to throw hands if necessary and is also very attached to his dad <3 his connection to his dad makes up at least 75% of his personality

[everythingsinred]

Let's Talk About NatsuMikan: Natsume (pt. 5)

I'm back on my bullshit. I decided I'd post these, once a day, four days a week. Then I'll go on breaks for the weekend to let interested readers catch up while also further writing more entries. At the time I'm posting this, for example, I'm in the process of analyzing Chapter 39. That way, it's easier for everyone to enjoy this essay. Which I hope people do.

Anyway, this can finally truly be called a ship essay, because one of our key players has FINALLY developed feelings! Going forward, Natsume's behavior will heavily feature his growing affections for Mikan. We'll be analyzing Natsume's self-preserving hesitation as well as his immediate instinct to give up any chance he has from the get-go.

Chapter Seventeen

Natsume next shows up to walk into Class B during a commotion of Mikan’s retelling of the Reo incident. The kids all gather around him now too to ask questions and press about his condition. One kid even asks if he should teach Mikan a lesson for bragging about his rescue. Mikan smiles at him, under the assumption that their shared trauma has brought them closer and maybe even made them friends, but Natsume’s response is to simply turn away and ignore her.

He’s still Natsume after all. This is the first girl he’s ever liked, and she used to be somebody he despised, so the change in feelings is probably very strange to him. He’s confused and possibly embarrassed. He doesn’t know what to say or how to act.

Can't have her getting any ideas that he's completely changed his mind about her or anything.

Most of the people that Natsume likes at the school (although that is just Ruka and Youichi… so… you know) know that he likes them. He spends time with them, is gentle with them, does things for them, and can openly say kind things to and about them. Mikan is different. He used to be her number one enemy, so all of a sudden switching gears and becoming her friend would be quite odd.

Over time, Natsume will find ways to be gentle and sweet to Mikan, but for now his crush is brand new and he doesn’t know how to act quite yet. He’d rather avoid her entirely, or pretend like nothing happened, than openly approach his new feelings.

Furthermore his behavior is always and under all circumstances inseparable from his status as Persona’s favorite and as the Black Cat. He may have some loved ones, but he keeps the number low and tries to avoid getting close to people for a reason. Naturally, nobody could ever really understand his experiences so there will always be a divide between him and the rest of his peers, but even more than that is that considering people precious turns them into targets.

Natsume has probably learned the hard way that displaying closeness and affection for his friends can have dangerous effects, so he might now think of showing that kind of affection as selfish or even cruel. Why subject somebody to something like that, merely because he has feelings for them? It’s not fair.

In either case, it’s really not that Natsume is naturally mean and cold. He just doesn’t trust his situation enough to properly act. It’s safer in every way to just pretend like nothing changed. It’s too much to deal with otherwise. But sooner rather than later, the hard thing will be staying away. Eventually, maintaining coldness with her will be almost impossible.

Chapter Eighteen

This chapter further touches on Natsume’s new-found crush and its consequences.

Class B is used to being in an environment where Natsume hates Mikan and is bothered by everything she does. He gives in to her slightly, in small ways, and it shocks his classmates. Now, it’s understandable that, even if he hadn’t developed a crush on her, he might still be softer to a girl who risked her life to save him, but it’s still odd.

Mikan recalls asking Natsume for help training her alice. She needs an offensive alice to nullify, so Iinchou or Hotaru’s would be ineffectual in training. Natsume is really the best person to ask, and, to everyone’s surprise, he actually agrees to help.

Natsume doesn't need any convincing to help her, but what did she think practicing with a fire alice would entail?

And yes it does seem like he’s only doing it to torture her, because his alice is capable of genuine bodily harm and his admirers snicker with amusement at his antics, but I can’t help but assume there’s more to it.

He doesn’t really hesitate to help. He doesn’t need convincing at all. In some ways I think he did genuinely want to help. Her alice helped save his life, after all. Why not repay the favor by using his alice to help her train? To him, there's a lot of value in her alice, so training it is beneficial in his perspective as well.

And later still, Mikan spots Natsume sitting amongst the principal students. He stands out, as an elementary student next to upperclassmen. This moment is a good introduction to the arc. His crush on Mikan only grows stronger as the festival goes on, but there’s something looming over him too--he’s different from the rest of them. He stands out so much during the festival. He’s a dangerous ability type who’s not allowed to participate while also being a principal who has to sit on the stage for the opening ceremony. That's horribly ironic, but also shows just how singled out and under the spotlight he is. It’s a huge part of why he acts the way he does, so cold and mean and distant despite his growing affections. It’s all he can do.

He may see potential for a future, but he’d be foolish to think he should be able to acquire it, because his current circumstances have not changed at all.

The chapter ends with Natsume being asked by Koko if he wants to try out the special ability class event. He’s looking towards the special ability area, and we can tell the next chapter will be fun.

Chapter Nineteen

And how!

Natsume is here to see Ruka, his best friend, but he’s also here to catch a glimpse of the girl he has a crush on.

Sumire is also there, and it’s interesting to see that Natsume hasn’t changed in his attitude around her either, even though she also helped save him. She tries to embrace him and he dodges her.

This catches some people’s attention and they start to whisper about his presence.

In the anime, this moment is a bit more potent, hearing the murmurs and seeing a darkness over the gossiping kids, but the manga still establishes that the people waiting in line are by-and-large unhappy to see him. They whisper amongst themselves, rudely asking why he’d bother to come here, but that gloom only lasts for a moment (one singular panel and then Natsume’s responding bitterness) before Mikan appears jumping over the wall, calling his name and even smiling.

It’s almost like she was waiting for him to show up, running off from her post the second she heard Natsume was there. The dark looming screentones are replaced with flowery ones, and it’s hard not to think of this as his perspective: all is gloomy and then there is Mikan. All of a sudden, after hating her for so long, he thinks of her as bright sunshine, and he must have showed up just to see her and feel nice for a change.

It's Natsume seeing Mikan through floral-filter lenses for me...

Of course, he ruins the mood. It feels almost as if he does it solely because he knows it will upset her. She was so excited to see him, and he manages to completely turn her mood from eager to angry, just the opposite of how she was able to unwittingly turn his mood from gloomy to... as close to content as he can get.

He’s okay now. He doesn’t want her getting any ideas.

Now, in my opinion, his method of bothering her could be anything and the plot would remain the same. What matters is that he wants to piss her off, and this just so happens to be the way he does it, partially because it’s intended to be funny. Mikan has to get angry at him for this chapter to progress the way it does, but his actions could have been replaced by any other irritating action and it could’ve gone the same way.

Tsubasa then appears, drawn to the sound of a loud commotion. He sees Natsume and vaguely wonders why he’s there. Everyone knows Natsume, at all grade levels, because he’s famous. For Tsubasa, whose only real knowledge of Mikan’s relationship with the kid is that he causes trouble in Class B, it would be strange to see him at the RPG.

Natsume, meanwhile, has no idea who Tsubasa is. Seeing Mikan crawl all over her senpai, seeing him easily comfort her, is something that bugs Natsume. He glares at Tsubasa, somebody whose name he doesn’t even know, and then starts leaving with Ruka.

At first, Tsubasa is confused to be treated like this, until he hugs Mikan tighter and sees both Natsume and Ruka turn in jealousy. Tsubasa gets it immediately. Thus begins a strange and tumultuous frenemy relationship between Tsubasa and Natsume, where they both begrudgingly understand each other while also irritating each other beyond belief.

Natsume is not interested in playing the game, insulting it and wondering how anyone could get hooked on it. Ultimately, it’s not even Mikan who convinces him to give it a shot; it’s Tsubasa taunting him, “then you should be able to win, no problem, right?”

Tsubasa will come to regret saying this, because the answer is yes.

The RPG is designed to be tough. Nobody has won the whole game yet. Beating one or two students is one thing, but being able to outsmart or outmaneuver the entire special ability class is a difficult feat.

Natsume agrees to play, and gets a robot cockroach as a weapon.

Tsubasa is hugging Mikan as Natsume is about to enter, and that pisses him off even more. He decides that Tsubasa will be his slave, his motive being get your hands off her. This is silly considering that just a short time ago, Natsume hated Mikan. His feelings really did a 180.

The challenges pick up in difficulty as he goes on. The first one is effortless. He doesn’t even move from where he’s standing. The mirror-alice girl just freaks out about the cockroach and sends him on his way after two seconds.

The next one is trickier, and Natsume will need to put in more effort than just standing and waiting for the cockroach to do its job. But not that much effort. He sits next to Megane, lights a fire, and waits. It’s a scorching flame, and although Megane tries to tough it out, he gives in with two seconds to spare. Natsume, a smartass, quips sarcastically that he’s sorry--he really can’t tell how hot it is. (This is not actually important or anything, it’s just interesting that Natsume is not affected by his own flames and can’t feel the heat of them. I might end up referring to this a couple times.)

With the exception of the first and last challenges, Natsume uses his alice to beat the maze; either by heating Megane up so his soul goes back into his body, or by writing with fire instead of chalk. The next challenge is the one Natsume has been waiting for and he’ll use his alice here too.

Tsubasa is shocked to find Natsume has progressed so quickly, but he proceeds with the challenge: Natsume has to touch him in thirty seconds, but it’ll be tricky ‘cause he’s held in place by his shadows. He toys with Natsume’s shadows a bit, which really pisses Natsume off. Tsubasa even apologizes nervously, even though he’s the one in control. Or he is, until Natsume uses his alice again and gets rid of the shadows.

Natsume’s anger towards Tsubasa all stems from jealousy. It’s not just that Tsubasa was hugging and comforting Mikan, it’s that he can. Natsume needs to distance himself from Mikan in order to keep her safe, and he’s aware of that right from the start, but there’s more to it. He’s busy establishing himself as an enemy to Mikan, doing things to bother her to make her angry with him, but nobody rushes to their bully for comfort, and Natsume knows this. It’s not just that Tsubasa was hugging Mikan; it’s that he feels like he will never get the chance.

And so the next and final challenge is where he gets to be selfish.

Mikan is aggravated to see him, obviously not thrilled that he was able to make it in such a short time. Her task is that he has to get her off the carpet in thirty seconds. He can’t hurt her or force her off the carpet, and because of their alice training together, he can’t use his alice on her either. (They’d apparently practiced so much that she was able to sharpen her skills significantly. Before, her alice was a wildcard and she struggled with using it, but now she’s able to use it with relative ease. That’s a lot of training in a short time, and I’m sure Natsume wasn’t upset at all the time they had to spend together as a result.)

Natsume must feel relief regarding Mikan's nullification alice. She's nullified his alice in pretty big ways already, one time to save his life. The girl he's crushing on is capable of turning off the thing that decreases his lifespan. She really is a breath of fresh air, in more ways than one, and his appreciation for her alice, even if he doesn't voice it, will only grow. This is important, but I'll talk way more about this in the other POV.

He tries the cockroach, but she’s a country girl and unaffected.

Natsume is genuinely stumped by her challenge, admitting to himself that it’s a tough one. He then comes up with a risky idea, no doubt influenced by her rescue of him when they were kidnapped by Reo. He plays sick. This act only works if Mikan falls for it and is concerned enough to jump off the carpet, but he’s a good actor on account of all the sick experience he has and she does fall for it in no time. Her being concerned was a given.

She jumps off, meaning he’s won the game, but that’s not enough of a victory for him. He acts sick until she’s closer, so he can grab her and put his arm around her. Yes, he calls her an idiot, but this is the closest he can get to a hug… for now. It doesn’t matter that she’s annoyed and dismayed that he won. All he cares about is that he got to touch her.

She jumped down. He won already, but it's not enough! (Also sorry about two pictures. If it ruins the format, oh well.)

Natsume was jealous that Tsubasa got to do something he thinks he'll never be able to, and so he got a taste of what he wanted some other, convoluted way. He gets angry that Tsubasa is so touchy, but that's only because he wishes he could be touchy too. Natsume will get bolder and bolder with his physical affection, because he will want more and more to show it. When he starts being honest about this affection, she will be more eager to return it.

Natsume is the first winner, and Tsubasa admits it was never expected for somebody to be able to pass all the challenges. Part of the appeal is that it’s an unbeatable game, but Natsume’s feelings of jealousy and spite were enough to get him over the finish line. Though perhaps knowing it's beatable but only one person could is also appealing. It's possible to pass, but very rare for somebody to be able to, so they can draw in crowds by capitalizing on kids who want to the next person to beat the game.

He gets to choose a lamp, but he has no idea which one is whose. He cheats by asking Koko to tell him which one is the right one, but he ends up picking Mikan’s, because Koko assumed that’s the one he wanted. After all--Natsume was thinking about her. Natsume is lucky that Mikan was too anguished at being a slave to care about Natsume thinking about her, but it’s interesting to know that even when he’s supposed to be angry at Tsubasa, he was only thinking of Mikan.

Chapter Twenty

This chapter’s premise is pretty simple and light: Natsume can’t think of any use for Mikan other than to follow him and Ruka around the festival and carry their stuff. They navigate the technical ability class area and even encounter Hotaru, though only for a short time because she’s quite busy.

Most importantly, their time in the technical area makes Mikan insecure. Everyone in the tech class seems to know what they want to do with their lives, with their alices being perfect for research or creation. I’ll go into more detail with this during Mikan’s essay, but it’s important to note that Mikan asks the people around her if they’re prepared for their future only to see that they all are. Hotaru, Sumire, and even Ruka all have dreams for the future, even if Ruka won’t share his. Natsume has decided to leave the conversation and we don’t hear what his dream is, which makes sense because he doesn’t have one. Natsume doesn’t think he’ll live long enough to graduate, so why even bother wasting his own time and getting his hopes up for something unattainable?

It’s then revealed that Ruka is also a triple, and Mikan can’t tell, but the mood has been soured for Ruka. His triple-star status is a touchy subject that he’s unhappy with. His star rank is representative of Natsume’s suffering and he doesn’t like talking about it. He only says that he didn’t mention it because he didn’t get it on his own talent or effort before Natsume forces Mikan to walk in another direction, claiming to be hungry.

This is literally just a scan of the TokyoPop version, which is better than the other version I see floating around.

He can tell Ruka is uncomfortable and is ready to step in so that his friend can feel better.

As a result, they end up at the cafe where Anna is working (after all, Mikan has been perfecting her puppy-dog eyes routine and I think both Ruka and Natsume are affected, even if the latter would never admit it).

Natsume takes the first bite of Anna’s hell pie, just to see a rot demon (or whatever that thing is) taunt him about the trouble his stomach will be in soon. He really doesn’t have a choice but to throw the tea over the pie. Ruka is grateful, but Mikan is outraged at how rude Natsume is acting, and even angrier when Natsume explains that the pie was horrible. She demands he apologize but Natsume simply walks away, content to be the bad guy because he saved his friends from getting food poisoning while also sparing Anna’s feelings and reputation at her cafe.

"Your stomach will writhe" is such a potent threat. I feel sick just looking at that demon/scoundrel/rot thing.

This scene has more substance than in the anime. In the episode, Natsume sees the rotten scoundrel (or WHATEVER IT IS) before he can take a bite. He tosses the tea for all their sakes and ultimately nobody is hurt. But here, in the manga, Natsume has already taken a bite. We see the missing part of the pie, the residue on the fork. Natsume is already screwed. He's going to have food poisoning from Anna's pie, and he still puts her feelings before his own. He'd rather say that the pie is terrible according to his own tastes than to let everyone around know that she made such a health-risking mistake. He drenches the pie so that Mikan and Ruka don't get food poisoning, even if it's too late for him. Natsume leaves, knowing he will look like an asshole, AND with stomach problems on top of that, but at least he's the only one who will be seriously hurt.

This is a pretty insignificant example of a trait that we have seen before with Natsume but haven't really fully explored. It's going to play a major role for the rest of the manga, because Natsume has something of a martyr complex, where he is quick to sacrifice himself because he sees little to no value in his own happiness. This is a small example, and I'm not saying it's not kind of him, but there are consequences with his line of thinking. He's fine with looking like an asshole to protect people, or giving up things he wants so someone else can have it, or blowing himself up so two girls can escape safely. Whenever there's a chance to sacrifice himself, Natsume will take it every single time.

This may seem noble or romantic or admirable but it's not healthy at all. The way he was raised (no shade to Papa Hyuuga and Kaoru but also.... tentatively side-eyeing them for putting so much responsibility on him) and the way he is now tortured by the school has put him in a position where his self esteem is horribly low. This complex of his results in suicidal tendencies, even after he falls in love with Mikan (and even exacerbated by that love). For Natsume, love is sacrifice. He simply cannot love without feeling like he has to give something up. Ideally, he would grow out of this and maybe start seriously choosing himself sometimes. It's not evil to want yourself to be happy and to choose your own well-being, even if it occasionally makes others sad or upset.

In the context of the actual story though, we have yet another glimpse of a complex that will cause a LOT of trouble down the road for Natsume and Mikan.

Conclusion

Natsume has new feelings for Mikan and is having trouble navigating them. They will cause even more trouble in the next essay. We also touched more on Natsume's self-sacrificing tendencies and how devastating they will turn out to be. These tendencies will be consistent and persistent throughout the manga in regards to NatsuMikan's relationship, and cause more problems. These problems will pop up a bit in the next part, so stay tuned!

Also, small note: I call him Ruka and not Luca because I got used to it after watching the anime and through scans and fanfics. I heard his name pronounced that way and at first thought it was a Japanese name so I simply copied the pronunciation. When I found out it was supposed to be Luca, I'd already been using Ruka for a while. I don't really want to switch to using Luca most of the time because I know people in real life named Luca/Luka and I talk enough about GA on the daily where it might feel strange to me. I use Luca sometimes when I'm talking to others who prefer it, but Ruka is what I'm used to. I hope this isn't frustrating, but understand that I pronounce Killua's name (from HxH) like "Ki-ru-a" as well and in my head "Gakuen Alice" is pronounced "Gakuen Arisu" because I pronounce things based on what I hear when watching the anime ;-; These are things I have no real desire to change because they sound right to me. I'm sorry. (Nobody has said anything or complained, and this is not a vague or anything like that! I just wanted to say that I know it's supposed to be Luca and it's not my intention to be disrespectful when I pronounce/spell it Ruka. I am fucking crazy, but I am free.)

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