#refusing to acknowledge the very alive man in front of you

[nerdpoe]

The Justice League finds out about the Anti-Ecto Acts, and Batman is the driving force behind condemning them. He even goes so far as to summon popular ghost hero Phantom for advice, given that his son, Red Hood, would absolutely fall under those Acts. Phantom...tells him he's wrong.

Red Hood is 100%, completely and totally alive. Same soul, same body, sort of the same person. Only 'sort of' because people change as they grow, so obviously he isn't going to be the same person he was when he was fifteen.

There's not a trace of ecto in him, or in any of the Bats. None of them are even liminal.

Batman asks if he's sure. If he's really, really sure. Because ghosts run on emotions, and Red Hood came back extremely violent and irrational.

"Well yeah, of course he did," Phantom deadpans, and Batman suddenly feels very, very small under that glare. "He was murdered, unavenged, told that there was no way he was the same person when he came back pissed, and had his words as a victim ignored. I'd get violent too. Look, I gotta go, but thanks for getting the Acts removed."

[heytheredelulu]

I was wondering if you could do maybe a like feral Bucky? Like maybe they trigger the soldat and instead of him fallowing their orders he goes after the shy curvy little intern of Tony’s? They’ve both been too shy to make a move. I’m cool with whatever spin you put on it, I LOVE your writing.

(Love all your normal kinks so feel free to add those too as you see fit! )

Thank you lovely 🥰 Can’t wait to drool over more of your writing lol

I took this and RAN with it.

It ended up becoming much longer than I had anticipated so this one will be broken up into two parts.

I struggled with trying to incorporate Bucky being triggered after the reader already being somewhat aquatinted with him, pining after him, etc. so I went the route I did and I hope it fulfills your request!

Part one will be mostly just plot building with a spicy cliff hanger leading us into a part two of pure smut.

Ready to Comply - Part One - Anon Request

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader

ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+

Word Count: 2.5k

C/W: Language, discussion/implications of violence and murder, choking, blood (Bucky is strugglin’ and bites his own hand), a lil sexual tension in prep for part two, he sniffs her coochie, okay?

“Okay, stop. Stop that.” Tony whispered out of the corner of his mouth. You shot him a glance and tugged at your skirt one more time for good measure. He lets out an exasperated sigh and rolls his eyes. “You look fine, Rookie. Very professional. Is that what you needed to hear?”

You scoff and shake your head. “That’s no- I’m not fishing for compliments, I genuinely hate dressing like a fucking secretary.” You grumble, drawing a laugh out of Tony. “And don’t call me ‘Rookie.’” You add with a prod to his chest. He brushes the front of his suit jacket sarcastically in response to your poke and raises his hands defensively, a soft chuckle rising from his throat.

“A fucking secretary? Really? It’s business professional. Did you think I could let you stand next to me in a press conference wearing an old t-shirt and some torn up jeans? We need to create a semblance of professionalism.” He gestures to his own attire with a grin and there’s a teasing glint in his eye as he continues.

“And what’s wrong with ‘Rookie’? You’re my little protégé.” He jests, reaching like he’s going to pinch your cheek as if you were some adorable little toddler. You frown, swatting his hand away and brings it to his chest, clutching it dramatically. “Wow, you’re going to assault your friend, mentor and extremely rich and handsome boss?” He jokes, feigning offense.

“The only accurate adjective in that sentence is ‘boss’, Sir.” You reply dryly, crossing your arms. The corners of his lips twitch into a sly smile and he nudges you with his elbow. “I’ll accept if you don’t agree with friend and mentor.” He starts, pressing his lips into a pout. “But I might actually get a little offended if you refuse to acknowledge how devastatingly handsome I am.”

You groan in annoyance and roll your eyes, preparing a witty comeback when Pepper Potts rounds the corner with a tablet cradled in her arm, a phone nestled between her ear and shoulder and an expression of concern written across her face.

“Everything alright?” Tony asks, placing a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “Don’t tell me.. another offer for People’s ‘sexiest man alive’? I keep telling them, I can’t be on the cover every ye-“ Tony stops mid sentence as Pepper’s manicured forefinger lands on his lips, effectively silencing him.

“Yes. Okay. Understood. Thank you.” She says curtly into the phone before disconnecting the call. “That was Fury. We have an issue. A Barnes issue.”

Your brows furrow at this. “What’s happened with Bucky?” You ask, a sense of dread creeping up your spine. He’d been all but isolated since he’d moved into the Avenger’s tower alongside his best friend Steve Rogers and you couldn’t imagine him being the source of an issue with how reserved this man was. You weren’t at all oblivious to his past- it had been global wide news after all, but in the months since his de-conditioning in Wakanda he had been making great strides towards recovery, working to make amends.

Though your interactions with the ex-assassin had been few, he’d always been polite and kind towards you. You’d felt so out of place among the Avengers, being Tony’s intern. You weren’t on the team, hell, a few of them didn’t even know your name despite you having been trailing behind Tony for the last year. Maybe it was your own fault, considering you hadn’t really made an effort to talk to any of them but aside from the fact that they were all extremely intimidating, you were naturally a shy and quiet person.

You quickly push the self deprecating thoughts from your head. You didn’t care about any of that. You shouldn’t. It wasn’t as if you wanted to be on the team, or were there to make friends, you were here as an engineer, to learn from who was arguably the most intelligent man on the planet. Perhaps that’s why Bucky had always been cordial to you more than some of the others living here. Maybe he gravitated towards you, as someone who constantly felt so out of place, because he felt that way here as well.

Or maybe he thought you were cute.

Oh fuck, if only.

You couldn’t deny your attraction to the man or that you’d been quietly crushing on him practically since you’d started your internship. Every small interaction with Bucky left a blush on your cheeks and a kaleidoscope of butterflies flitting about your belly.

The thought of someone as absurdly good looking as Bucky fucking Barnes finding you attractive was enough to spark a surge of heat straight to your abdomen.

No, get it together. Now’s not the time.

You mentally scold your vagina for having the nerve to throb at the mere mention of Bucky Barnes regardless of the context and turn your attention back to Pepper and Tony as they argued in hushed whispers.

“What’s happened with Bucky?” You repeat, knowing they likely won’t clue you in if it’s related to Avenger’s business.

Tony offers a nervous smile and exchanges a quick glance with his wife before he checks his watch. “Terminator? He’s fine. I’m sure it’s nothing. Probably holed up with security for setting off the metal detector.” He pauses and then snaps his fingers. “Or maybe he walked past the junkyard on fifth and got snatched up by the hydraulic magnet.” He says, lifting a hand and miming a crane.

Pepper lets out a soft sigh and your gaze flicks to her. “Yeah, a big magnet or something.” She mumbles, turning her attention back to her tablet. “I don’t think that’s-“ Your cut off by Tony’s hand on the small of your back, urging you forward. “Enough about Robocop. We’re on, Rookie.” He says, his nervous expression falling away and quickly being replaced with a mask of professionalism. “Let’s go unveil our project to the press.” Pepper moves to open the door for you both and before you can open your mouth to tell Tony that if he calls you ‘rookie’ one more time you were going to strangle him with his overpriced tie, your senses are overwhelmed with an onslaught of overlapping voices and camera shutters.

You toss your blazer over the desk in your quaint office and slump over into the chair, trying not to let your mind run wild with anxious thoughts about the press conference. Despite your best efforts you couldn’t help but worry that you probably looked like a deer in headlights up at the podium alongside Tony.

You huff and rest your chin on the back of your hand, glancing over at the computer screens. Your attention is immediately drawn to security footage from one of the conference rooms when you see movement on the monitor. You lean in with your brows furrowed. It’s late and no one should be in the conference room. You expand the image and can clearly make out Tony and Steve moving about the room with tense body language.

You hover over the footage with your mouse and hesitate. You know that you absolutely should not eavesdrop on the two men but once Tony’s hands begin angrily gesturing around you give in to temptation and turn on the audio.

“What the hell do you mean, ‘back up?’” Tony shouts, beginning to pace the room.

Steve leans forward with his palms on the table and his head bowed slightly. “It’s exactly what I said, Tony.” He replies, his biceps flexing as he grips the table. “HYDRA had a fail safe. They’d planted a back up activation incase he would ever manage to be deprogrammed.” He looks up at Tony with a solemn expression. “They got to him. I should’ve been there, I should’ve-“

Tony holds out a hand, his other resting against his temple as he tries to comprehend what Steve is telling him. “Well you weren’t and they did so know we have to figure out how the fuck we navigate this.” He says firmly, shaking his head. “Do we have eyes on him? Is he in the building?”

Steve sighed and stood upright from the table. “No. He’s in the wind. We lost contact with him a few hours ago.” He admits, running a hand through his hair. “But there’s something you need to know.” He adds, looking at Tony with concern as he begins to pace again.

“Well spit it out, Rogers!” Tony yells, stopping and turning back to Steve.

“Nat received some intel. The hit HYDRA ordered is on you and your intern.” He says so quietly you can barely pick it up on the audio. Fear crawls up your spine and your hand trembles as you increase the volume on the security feed, while your heartbeat in your ears becomes near deafening.

Tony stiffens, slowly approaching Steve. “You wanna tell me why?” He asks, his voice low and dangerous. Steve nods. “The new tech you unveiled today.“ He explains.

Tony sighs, understanding why one of their enemies would be threatened by what the two of you had been working on and reaches to loosen his tie. “I’ll take Pepper and move her to the safe house before I meet you at a rendezvous point. Send someone to get my Rookie and get her off the grid. I don’t want her alone for a single second.” He says in an exasperated tone, reaching into his suit jacket and pulling out his cell phone as he stalks towards the door.

“And Rogers?” He asks, turning around one last time, his hand curled tight around the doorknob. Steve’s head snaps up and he looks at Tony with guilt ridden eyes. “Yeah?”

“Find Barnes.”

Find Barnes.

The statement echoes in your ears, sending your thoughts spinning as if a category five hurricane were waging inside your head.

No. No, no, no.

There’s a hit out on you?

To be carried out by the fucking Winter Soldier.

Oh you were so fucked.

You scoot your chair back, bracing your hands on the desk to stand with wobbly knees.

Bile rises in your throat as you take a slow step backwards, bumping the chair in your state of panic and knocking your jacket off the workbench. You jump at the sound of it slipping to the floor and clutch your chest as a result of inducing your own jumpscare and take slow breaths to steel your nerves before you bend down to pick it up. As you rise back upright, your gaze connects with a pair of vacant, icy blue eyes in the shadows across the room and your entire body seizes in terror.

He’s not in the wind.

He’s been in here with you this entire goddamned time.

“B-Bucky?” You stutter, bringing your jacket to your chest and grasping it until your knuckles turn white. Maybe Steve and Tony were wrong. Maybe Nat’s intel was wrong. Maybe this was all a huge misunderstanding and you weren’t about to die at the hands of the ex-assassin you’ve been pining over for nearly a year.

He takes a step forward from the shadows, his face expressionless and his eyes unblinking without a single trace of emotion behind them.

Okay, yeah. You’re fucked.

“Sergeant Barnes?” You whisper, almost a plea to the man you knew, locked away somewhere in the brain of the cold and calculated killer standing in front of you.

He doesn’t speak, doesn’t register your words, as he crosses the lab in a few quick strides and catches your throat in his cybernetic hand.

Oh god.

The air leaves your lungs, his grip tightening around your windpipe as his face remains blank.

You’re going to die.

So why are you so fucking turned on?

Heat pools low in your abdomen, your core flooding with arousal, coupled with fear and unbridled lust.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as you gasp and thrash in his grip, your thick thighs rubbing together with every kick and flail, doing nothing to alleviate the throbbing ache in your cunt.

God this is so wrong.

His brows furrow, the first hint of emotion since he stepped out of the shadows. His head tilts inquisitively and his grip slackens around your throat as he leans in, tracing his nose across your jaw line and inhaling deeply. You still, your face contorting in confusion as you swallow hard against his palm, leaning your body into his hold.

His eyes narrow as he pulls away from you and you take the opportunity to suck in a breath, massaging your neck gently while your gaze drops to observe his hands clenching and unclenching into fists at his sides.

“Bucky?” You ask, wondering what’s caused the sudden shift in his demeanor, wondering if maybe he’s somehow snapped out of the trance he’d been in. He’s still and silent for a long moment, his head bowed as his chest rises and falls heavily with every breath.

“Sergeant Barnes, are yo-“

His head snaps up, effectively silencing you.

Your mouth remains agape, stuck on your last word and as he watches you with predatory eyes, taking menacing steps toward you, you can’t seem to find your voice any longer. You stumble backwards, losing your balance and falling back against the desk, unable to regain your footing before his hands grip the flesh of your bare thighs.

He tilts you backwards, your back colliding hard with the surface of the desk, stealing the breath out of your chest. He drops to his knees, splaying his palms against your thighs, the hem of your dress rising up to expose your panties as he spreads your legs wide before him and drags his nose across the fabric.

He groans.

He fucking groans.

“You’re my mission.” He breathes out, eyes wild and fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as if he were fighting to physically restrain himself.

“I know.” You whimper, lifting your head to look down at him over the soft curve of your stomach.

“I’ve been ordered to kill you.” He chokes out, pressing his forehead against your inner thigh and drawing in a deep and shuddering breath.

“Then why haven’t you?” You ask in a broken whisper.

He turns his head and mumbles something incoherently, his breath ghosting against the damp fabric of your underwear and sending a wave of arousal crashing through your core. He stiffens, curling his flesh hand into a fist and bringing it to his mouth, biting down on his knuckles as he swallows back a moan.

He shakes his head, his teeth pressing into his skin hard enough to draw blood and you move to sit up, leaning on your palms as you look down at him where he’s slotted between your legs, visibly trembling.

He rises quickly to his feet, his left hand shooting out to curl around your neck again and he drops his bloodied flesh hand to his side.

“Because..” He says through clenched teeth, inhaling sharply as the cool metal of his thumb strokes the column of your throat.

“I can’t fucking focus when all I can smell-“

His free hand roughly cups your pussy over your panties, his voice trailing off as he kneads his palm against the thin, wet fabric.

He growls, tightening his grip around your throat and jerking you up to him, forcing you to meet his threatening gaze.

His expression grows pained and he whimpers, dipping his head to meet your forehead with his own, his breath fanning across your face with every heave of his chest.

“All I can smell is how wet you are.”

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Part two

[sinisteryanderescribe]

Slides into your ask box, do have any dark or nondark headcanons for Norton Campbell?

Norton Campbell Headcanon

Summery: a mysterious and enigmatic individual, whose inscrutable demeanor conceals a complex and intriguing past.

Genre: slight angst, mentions of Norton’s backstory, fluff , hints of violence, hints of harassment, fem reader

Note: *opens ask box* hello there! I didn’t have any Norton head-canons so far so this is the first one, hope you like it! Sorry for taking long dear.

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It is very known that Norton in the eyes of others was always someone hard to deal with. Growing up in poverty surrounded by factories and polluted air, as well as losing his parents at a young age effected both his mentality and physical strength. It didn’t help either with how much little food he was getting…but it thankfully kept him alive enough much longer than he thought. Despite the hardships there is still a spark of determination within him that fills him with hope to escape such a miserable life.

Upon learning through life the harsh way he developed a deep resentment towards the wealthy and privileged, feeling like they had everything handed to them while he struggled to make ends meet. Despite his hardships, Norton possessed a sharp intellect and a strong work ethic, often taking in much longer times in the mines & pressing more pressure on himself.

It should be obvious that this man would develop a wall around him, due to how he would be treated by others. Trust is something Norton gave up on a long time ago. Ever since death took his father, the only man who held his trust and protection, away from him he learned the hard way to never rely on others other than himself.

You took notice of this of course, being the nurse that is. It was your job to note down each and every one of the men’s healths down. Though Norton was the most to stand out, given how he would always be the one to be brought to your office all beaten up and bruised. Thus how you’ve found yourself paying more attention to the scruffy man.

He was a stubborn one alright, either a miner or a guard had to drag him all the way to you simply cause he saw it as a sigh of weakness and refused to take acknowledge of his injuries just to get back to work.

You never thought about why he was this eager to get back to working in the mines, it was a hellish work alright yet he had always wanted to keep working more and longer than the others. No one really understood why he would go this far or what his goal was but, either way they simply shrugged it off.

Here you are again as you find yourself sitting in front of Norton, quiet and intimidating as he can be, as he sits on the bed, his cold eyes fixed on you without a word. Making you slightly nervous; His taller frame doesn’t help either, he may be slender but his body almost towering over you says otherwise.

The room is filled with the sound of your gentle movements as you tend to his injuries. You clean his face, hands, and arms tenderly, holding back from running your fingers on the scar surrounding his eye. Your touch a stark contrast to his tough exterior.

Norton's silence is heavy in the air, but you've grown accustomed to it. You know that beneath his gruff exterior lies a man who has seen too much hardship in the mines. His injuries, a result of the harsh conditions he faces daily, speak volumes about the dangers of his profession.

As you carefully tend to his wounds, you can't help but wonder about the story behind each scar and bruise. You've heard whispers from the other miners about Norton's solitary nature and the frequent injuries he sustains. Despite his reluctance to seek help, you can see a glimmer of gratitude in his eyes as you work to ease his pain.

He may seem rough yet….you know he isn’t one of the nasty men that would eye you up knowing the unpleasant thoughts that lie within their corrupted minds. He’s got a certain….charm to him, and denying the fact that he himself is quite a handsome man would be a lie.

All he does really is play with a strand of your hair or fiddle with your skirt, to pass the time whenever you’re taking care of him. It surprised you at first yet it was a small sigh of him putting his guard down whenever your around.

It’s really cute actually….and it made you warm inside…

Despite the distrust that lie in his eyes, Norton never really mistreated you nor physically or verbally. All there was, silence and a small nod he’d give you whenever you’d finish healing him up.

Which led you to always secretly make him a warm healthy meal, that would fill him up. It did bring up suspicion on his side but he never refused the offer and found himself digging in realising the desperate hunger that he lived throughout his life, melting at each bite he would take.

In this quiet moment, you find yourself wishing to break through his tough exterior, to offer him the comfort and solace he so clearly needs. You continue your ministrations with care, hoping that your presence brings him some measure of relief, if only for a brief moment in the harsh world of the mines.

As you finish cleaning Norton's wounds, you carefully wrap them up, ensuring that they are protected and will heal properly. You then prepare his medication for the day, knowing that he needs it to manage the pain from his lungs. Thankfully reducing the constant coughing he suffers from. As you hand him the medication, he meets your gaze for a moment, and you catch a hint of something softer in his eyes, a fleeting expression that speaks volumes.

In that brief exchange, you sense a silent gratitude from Norton, a recognition of the care and attention you've devoted to his well-being. Despite his stoic demeanor, you can tell that he appreciates your efforts, even if he struggles to express it in words. You understand that for a man like Norton, actions speak louder than any conversation could.

You watch him take the medication, his movements are measured and deliberate, a reflection of the resilience he carries within him. Giving him a sweet smile you can't help but admire his strength, both physical and emotional, as he endures the harshness of his work with a quiet determination.

Your presence and care have made a difference, however small, in Norton's life. You may not be able to erase the pain and challenges he faces in the mines, but you can offer him a moment of respite, a touch of compassion in a harsh world.

….the next working days you started finding different colours of small gems laying on your office table

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[chiefdirector]

Ghosts | Charles Xavier | X-Men

No.25: “why didn’t you save me?”

There was many things wrong with the scene in front of Charles but three stood out to him the most.

First being that he and Erik were in the same vicinity and were not actively trying to bring each other to ruin. It had been a long time since they had been together amicably, if the circumstance had been different, Charles may have even enjoyed this change in dynamic.

Second was that he could feel his legs. He could feel the ground under his feet and his hand brush his thigh. He could walk through the sandy beach away from Erik and towards the figure in the distance. He could stretch, and run, and be free from the confines of his wheelchair. This he did allow himself to enjoy. It had been so long since he had felt such freedom so he allowed himself the pleasure to walk towards the figure despite the fact that they faced away from him.

It was this figure that broke the illusion for him. In his mind he could justify him and Erik getting along, despite their history together, Charles could see a day in the very, very distant future that they would see eye to eye, at least on some matters, again. And the motion in his legs was explained by that experimental serum that Hank had been working on. The possibility of his legs being restored fully was such a far fetched idea after all.

But seeing her again was unexplainable.

Charles had held his wife in his arms when she died. Even through the excruciating pain of losing his legs, he held her. The same shrapnel that paralyzed him had lodged himself into her heart.

It took Charles months to come to the realisation that Erik did not mean to harm her, but by then he was long gone. Eventually, everyone began to move on with their lives. Hank was the only one left by Charles' side; Charles had spent many nights wondering why Hank stayed, he was a shell of a man without her by his side.

By the time he approached, Charles was so captivated by her presence that he didn't notice the sound of the seagulls had stopped or the smell of the salty ocean had had faded into nothing. It was only him and her left in their own little slice of paradise.

"Hello my love," He tentatively said, willing himself to move closer but finding that his legs would once again refuse to respond to his command.

"Charles." She acknowledged, her back still to him. From this distance Charles could see the intricacies of the lace of her white dress. When she was alive she never tended to wear anything so delicate, not even on her wedding day.

"You're not supposed to be here." He whispered, still stuck motionless before him. "You... you died."

"You let me die." She turned around, and for the first time since Charles buried her did he look at her once beautiful face. But now it was covered in blood cuts he could only assume were made by loose flying shrapnel. The front of her dress was only ripped and stained. She still looked like an angel, only now she looked like she had fallen from Heaven. "Why didn't you save me?"

Charles went to speak, but couldn't find the words. Or the breath. He almost began to choke but the oxygen eventually rushed back into his lungs. This peace of mercy was accompanied by God or whatever higher power in play taking away his ability to stand. Charles felt himself crumpled to the ground, once again paralysed. He thought back to the oddness of Erik's presence and whipped his head behind him to find the man but only saw black.

When his head turned back to his wife, he was greeted by the same oblivion. He tried to move forward but he couldn't move. He crumpled to the ground again and closed his eyes, hoping that he darkness would consume him like it did to his wife. But it didn't.

When he opened them again, he was greeted by the same wooden walls he knew all too well. The clock on his bedside table stuck three a.m precisely. Charles just shifted to his side, knowing that sleep would not come for him again, at least not any time soon.

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[saintsenara]

All Lupin ships:

Remadora

Wolfstar

Snupin

thank you very much for the ask, anon - and yes, i'd say that's the order i'd rank them in too...

remadora

i've spoken about this one here.

wolfstar

here.

snupin

i have read and enjoyed some snupin, but i certainly wouldn't go so far as to say it was a fave of mine.

and the reason for this is that i find that it so frequently misrepresents snape and lupin's dynamic - turning the fact that lupin canonically stays away from the more egregious bullying the marauders do against snape and canonically defends dumbledore's trust in him into evidence that he likes or respects snape, but was simply unable to restrain james and sirius' hatred of him while they were at school [something he regrets as an adult].

while this gets a couple of things right about lupin as a character - that he cannot bear to be the bad guy; that he is unfailingly loyal to dumbledore - it fails to showcase others, especially the fact that he has just as much capacity for cruelty as the other marauders [this is a man who's ready to murder wormtail in cold blood in front of three children literally seconds after learning he's still alive] but that the mask of meek affability he has created for himself hides this much better than james and sirius' "what you see is what you get" personalities.

and it therefore also fails to engage with the fact that snape is canonically terrified of lupin. i seem to see a lot in snupin the idea that snape is so rude to him - especially in prisoner of azkaban - because he doesn't want to acknowledge his feelings or let anyone close enough to see the real him, and while - yes - that's a way of behaving that suits snape to a tee, it's clear in the canon text that snape's treatment of lupin is actually caused by his belief that lupin was both in on the scheme to lure him to the shrieking shack and that lupin is aiding and abetting the man who killed lily in his attempt to kill harry. and it's also clear that lupin really quite enjoys the fact that snape is scared of him - and that he goes out of his way to engineer situations where he can needle snape and revel in his response.

[and it's also clear that when snape has more of a... vibe with someone, he's happy to get in their face. him coming round to grimmauld place to neg sirius about having to do housework and hide is very much giving "i love you"...]

and so i think you can just do something so toxic with snupin's canon dynamic - with snape being, essentially, hunted by lupin. you can have it be really messy, with a really interesting power-dynamic. you can have both men refusing to be honest about themselves and their history, even as it destroys the connection they've forged. you can even untangle years of resentment and tension and have it turn into something real.

and i much prefer those scenarios to remus being sweet and just wanting snape to share his chocolate.

[not-wholly-unheroic]

I hope to write a full review of Peter Pan and Wendy at some point in the near future once I’ve had the chance to rewatch it a few times, but in the meantime, it makes me sad that so many people seem to have hated it, and I need to just gush about a few of my favorite parts.

(Warning: This list will contain SPOILERS for the film.)

Wendy’s very realistic reaction to having her favorite bedtime story character show up in her bedroom in the middle of the night (“How are you real?!).

The reworking of the “kiss” scene. Although the childhood romance/first love thing between the two of them in most versions is adorable, seeing Wendy sort of mentally panic and scramble to find SOMETHING to give Peter when, after getting hurt, Michael suggests someone give him a kiss to make it better and Peter says he doesn’t know what that is but he thinks he needs one is hilarious and totally something an awkward teen girl would do when confronted with kissing a boy in front of her brothers.

Mr. Smee’s good heart and kindness. Gaffigan’s Smee tries on more than one occasion to shield the kids from the worst of Hook’s wrath and/or scary situations as best he can while still being loyal to Hook. And it is openly acknowledged that there is a sort of father/son relationship between Hook and Smee due to Smee having pulled him from the sea when he was just a boy. Law’s Hook isn’t always good to Smee, but he very much recognizes he wouldn’t be alive without him. It’s also nice to see that although a bit of a dork sometimes, this Smee isn’t stupid, and actually seems pretty perceptive at times.

The sea shanties!!! I love that they found a way to work a few songs into the film without it feeling too out of place in a live-action movie that isn’t a full-on musical. The songs themselves are catchy and the lyrics (which are mostly about things in the deep that will eat you…) serve to remind us of the hellish nightmare Hook lives every day in fear of the crocodile. We also get a nod to the Disney sequel. (Props to the songwriter for managing to work the word “cephalopod” into a song and actually having it fit the rhyme.) Also, the second song arguably has a ticking motif in the slow drum beat.

The crocodile’s appearance and attitude. This thing is terrifying. It’s HUGE. There is absolutely no one in their right mind who wouldn’t run from this creature. While it wants Hook most of all, it isn’t opposed to eating others either (and does apparently nab a few men who get shoved out of the way by Hook or who aren’t fast enough). Also, all the spears sticking out of its hide. Makes me think of Moby Dick. The crew has apparently tried on many occasions to get rid of this crocodile but it refuses to die.

The similarities and differences in Peter’s fight with Hook at Skull Rock as opposed to the animated film. Hook ALMOST steps off a ledge at one point like in the animated version, but Smee is there to grab us coat and pull him back before he can fall. We also get some good shadow sequences like in the animated film…but apparently, Hook’s shadow can harm Peter’s with the effect that Peter himself actually feels it.

Hook’s reaction to the crocodile. His first words on seeing the creature are just a very quiet sort of shaky, “Oh, God….” When it lunges for him at one point, he freezes in terror for a second before his instinct to run kicks back in. This man is traumatized.

Hook and Peter’s relationship. Okay, yeah, I’m upset they went with the very cliche “Hook was a Lost Boy” deal which has been done so many times now in book retellings that it’s not even new or interesting anymore (not to mention Hook really needs to be an Etonian to make him who he is…) BUT I am very pleased at the emotional depth the actors and writers went to here for BOTH of the characters. Hook is still clearly capable of brutality but he’s also deeply wounded. Peter is selfish and cocky like any little boy might be, but he’s not evil and genuinely misses the friend he used to have in James. They weren’t black and white hero/villain tropes. They were complex characters who both dealt with things poorly, and it takes Wendy pushing on their emotional walls and asking hard questions to finally make them see they can stop hurting each other and maybe repair what has been broken.

The quotes they gave Law as Hook. So many good ones that I may make an entirely separate post about it but the entire brig scene with Wendy is gut-wrenching. At first, my reaction was, “Why is he telling her all of this?” But then, I remembered that even Barrie’s Hook has a tendency to monologue and I think part of the reason he tells her so much is simply because she might be the first person other than Smee to actually want to LISTEN to his side of things. (Much as how Tink points out later in the film that Wendy is one of the first people to really hear her.)

Peter actually needing and accepting help. While admittedly, I think they may have leaned into the “girl power” thing a little too heavily in this version, it was nice to see Peter actually realize that he DOES need people in his life and that it’s OKAY to ask for help sometimes.

Everything about the ending. Peter apologizing to Hook and flat-out refusing to fight him. Hook’s initial anger and disbelief. Peter reaching out and grabbing him by the claw to keep him from falling. The pained and terrified look on Hook’s face as he scrambles to come up with just one happy thought and can’t find any. The look of horror from Peter as he watches his former best friend fall to what he assumes will be his death. The fact that Peter MOURNS for him. The symbolism of “Hook” falling away and dying while “James” survives. The little hopeful smile he gives when he sees Peter coming back. UGH! It was SO GOOD!!! 😭 And that’s not even including the emotional scene with Peter and Wendy saying their goodbyes on the rooftop in London.

This film wasn’t without it’s flaws. The pacing was a little off in places, and it doesn’t feel quite like an epic adventure…but BOY, does it have some heart to it.

[pinkthick]

Till death do us apart

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Fem!wife!Reader

Doctor Strange & Wong

Summary: As a result of being transformed into a vampire on one of his missions, Stephen battles with himself and tries to maintain control and he fails.

Warnings:Blood, Mentions of dead people

"You're covered in blood," You spoke in a trembling voice, while horrifiedly looking at Stephen. The sorcerer didn't want to see how dissapointed you appeared to be with him, so he couldn't force himself to look into your eyes. He just couldn’t bring himself to.

Your gaze was fixed on his silhouette as he leaned against the wall in front of you, and you weren't even aware that tears were beginning to fall from your eyes. He resisted your intense gaze, which seemed to be begging him to turn to face you—But Stephen kept staring at his blood-stained hands instead of meeting your eyes.

Blood. the source of this sickness.

The memories started to resurface. The scent, the fair.. the screams. He acted in such a way today and it horrified him to his very core. He despised himself. While he was supposed to be able to control himself more easily as time went on, it really seemed like everything was more difficult, and the doctor hurt and killed innocent people once more. Just because of that opaque red fluid that made his heart race whenever he caught a whiff of blood in the air. The flavor was something like pomegranates, sweet and tart, the kind that made his toes curl, and he adored it even if he shouldn’t.

What the actual fuck was wrong with him?

The vampires. The monsters. The ones that people kept their children hidden from and about whom horrific stories of brutality were spread. It was simpler for humans to act like vampires were merely another overdone Halloween costume. When he was still a human, Stephen himself pretended that vampires didn't exist, even if he did know the truth.

He still recalled that after he was turned during one of his missions, he was unable to bring himself to return to Kamar-taj for about two weeks. Most importantly, he didn't want Wong and you to see him this way. He didn't even consider going back to the Sanctum or your apartment since he knew you would be waiting for him.

Throughout those weeks, you were uncertain as to whether he was still alive, and he felt terrible about it because you didn't deserve that, especially from him. But perhaps—maybe it would have been better if he had died—it was so painfully evident to him that he was merely going to hurt the two of you in the end.

But being the fool that he was, he then lost control of himself in the city. Idiot, idiot, idiot. He was such an idiot!

He remembered the evening Wong found him next to a dead body. The neurosurgeon still had no idea how the Sorcerer Supreme had found him back then and was still unsure if he was grateful to Wong or not for going after him.

Even if the former doctor refused to acknowledge it, Wong always knew that Stephen was vulnerable. He was still terrified of his past failures, his inability to save everyone, and the fact that he knew some innocent people had died because of his negligence still bothered him every night. It didn’t matter if it was an unsuccessful surgery or a mission, it still stung to think about them, even if it happened years ago.

“Strange.” Wong moved a short distance before crouching down on his knees on the chilly New York cement. While still lying in the victim's bloody pool, which was now covering the entire alley, the neurosurgeon paid him no attention at all.

The former doctor's mind was still primarily focused on how hungry he was, impairing his ability to think effectively. He was able to starve himself for over two weeks, but a man died as a result of that because he refused to even consider drinking blood. In an effort to stop the bleeding, Stephen kept applying more pressure to the person's neck, but it was ineffective. No response was given by the man for over 4 minutes now. He died because of Stephen.

You killed him. You probably took someone’s father away from them.

Stupid.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Murderer.

However, he was still being troubled by the strong, metallic scent of the fresh blood that was still permeating the air. He was able to restrain himself and swallow against the guilt that threatened to suffocate him as the sorcerer constantly said, "I'm sorry,"

“Strange!”

no.

The ex-doctor's thinking was interrupted, which caused him to stumble backward a little bit before becoming still, his eyes— Different. Too different— scanned Wong. A glint of realization sparked his expression and he let out a sob of relief mixed with pain. “I—I didn't mean to..”

Wong looked concerned at his.. friend? He was aware that Stephen wouldn't purposefully harm him, but he nonetheless summoned out a shield to be safe, which caused a small tug of Stephen’s heartstrings.

Wong didn’t trust him?

"You're such an idiot. You should have returned to Kamar-taj immediately. We could have—“

“I didn’t asked to be turned!” Wong was cut off by Stephen, whose eyes were glistening red.

“Of course you didn’t! Nobody does. But here you are!” The Sorcerer Supreme, his friend, looked at him with— repulsion and disgust. He felt his heart literally break and even if Wong screamed at him all sorts of things, he couldn’t comprehend what the sorcerer was saying to him.

Stephen never wanted to be a monster. But, he had become one against his will.

You hugged him, interrupting his train of thought, and he jumped a little as a startled gasp escaped his lips.

After a brief moment of shock, Stephen exhaled softly and put his forehead against yours.

“I'm sorry." he whispered through gritted teeth

The humans had every right to be scared of them.. of him. Vampires could destroy every thing they loved and cared about. It was in everyone's best interests that they were kept concealed and locked away, allowing society to act as though they never existed.

Stephen kissed your forehead, sweet and soft, and it was so blatantly the opposite of everything he was right now.

“Why don’t you hate me?” With tears in his eyes, the former neurosurgeon asked quietly.

He apologized again after you didn't respond, slightly tightening his hold on you while burying his face in your hair and exhaling heavily. You swiftly shook your head and drew back, wiping your face and sighing shakily before bending forward and giving him a delicate kiss on the mouth corner, your eyes shining. “I still love you.” Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke gently. "I always will."

He blinked at you and then smiled softly, cupping your cheek tenderly. You felt his thumb trace the line of your jawline before pressing his lips into yours with a passion you weren't expecting, a passion that assured you he'd never stop loving you.

“You don't give a damn about what I am? About what I did?” Stephen hesitantly questioned as he moved back to observe your response. His question caused your eyes to widen briefly as your mind began to race. You examined his now-blue eyes, trying to determine if there was any trace of regret in them. They weren't displaying any hesitancy of any type. They pleaded with you to tell him that you really did care about him. That you cherished him. That you would stay with him. That you'd believe in him.

“Do you remember what I said at our Wedding?” You questioned as you saw Stephen literally melt before you.

He wasted no time as he hugged you once more and started to say softly, in a quiet voice “I promise to love you for who you are, and for who you are yet to become. I promise to be patient and to remember that all things between us are rooted in love. I promise to nurture your dreams and help you reach them. I promise to share my whole heart with you and to remember to show you how deeply I care for you, no matter the challenges that may come our way. I promise to love you loyally and fiercely—as long as I shall live.”

You were powerless to stop yourself from crying once more. Even though it had been twelve years, he could still recall every word. The Wedding vow you made for him.

“Till death do us apart, right?” After a brief period, you murmured, melting into the honey tones of his eyes, before leaning in to give him a slow, tender kiss. Your hands were clenched in the fabric of his tunic as his arms slid around your waist and drew you inexorably closer. You felt as though your life depended on every single centimeter of contact with the man.

Yet all too soon, he drew away, leaving you yearning for more of his kiss than you'd ever known. He kept his eyes closed and pressed his forehead on yours once more.

“You’re not a monster,” you said trying to convince him.

“I know,” he lied, and your sad smile told him that you didn’t even believe yourself. You were a human, one of the best surgeons in the world right now and he.. he wasn’t himself anymore and Stephen didn’t know when he lost himself.

He had undoubtedly turned into something terrible.

And yet.

You were still here.

Part 1/Part 2

Notes: I wrote this instead of sleeping and learning. Also I wanted to write something short with Vampire Stephen because I have another idea in mind with him(just angst) . Probably will delete this one later tho.

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[drottni]

LBFAD rewatch observations part 5

1. Shangque is so pure and straightforward.

2. The way DFQC immediately latches onto any explanation of XLH's behavior of saving him. When Shangque says "she had an opportunity to escape but she gave it up to save you. It shows that..." and DFQC eagerly turns to him and says "shows that?" like yesss please?!?! tell me what does this mean?!?!? someone! anyone! And then immediately rejects the idea of "she's becoming a loyal subject like me!"

3. No words for how beautifully soft that petal shower scene is. Her joy and his smile. 🥺

4. The great Dongfang Qincang and his weakness for Flower Cakes made by his wife.

5. "Damutou is more intimate" !! 🤝🏼 "You can call me whatever you want" !! 🙃🙃🙃🥺

6. Man. Dylan Wang's acting in that "high on XLH's emotions" scene was soooo goood. The tortured joy where he is laughing but you also see his frustration. The angry sadness where you can see him crying but also the rage. His shaking hands as he grabs the Jade Ring and the deep breaths to ground himself. Oof. *Chefs kisses*

7. Also can we just talk about the multiple times he has made a fool of himself in front of his advisors because of her shenanigans but like....it never impacted his reign. They just figured out logical explanations and kind of just went with it... (excluding Xunfeng ofcourse because he actually can and does question DFQC). Like his advisors must be having headaches from the whiplash of emotions he gave them 😆

8. Sulking DFQC and coaxing XLH are the cutest. Ignoring her as they leave the pond illusion. The way he is shaking as he tells her she could have died if he didn't come on time and that she has to stay within his sight always. Her offering up the Destiny Book to please him. His disgruntled "oh so you fixed it right away for Changheng, I see how it is" her "ah but you know what saved me! This little inside thing that only you and I know!". And then finally him easing off and telling her "I would find you anywhere" and her teary eyed "My master who was the dearest person to me said the same thing and you...." All the little ways these two say "I love you I love you" without yet realizing that they do.

9. HIS HANDS. When she passes out and he catches her. His hands just rubbing her shoulder out of affection, concern, the need to feel she is still here alive with him. Ahh. That subtle movement 👌. (Also. Her just passing out from the exertion of her powers and maybeee from the almost realization that this menace of a king, the great Moon Supreme, might also be someone very dear to her. Like yes gurl I too would just pass out on the brink of such a realization)

10. "Are you still angry?" *cute little smile* "No" *sulk* "Yes you are" *pout*... "Damutou, I'm soooryy" *big puppy eyes* "Eat." *melted under the ray of her sunshine*. THE CUTEST BABIESS. (I love that she apologizes. Despite the fact that her intentions had never been to run but she acknowledges that she put him in a bad situation. That she sees how much this upset him and she is sorry for that.)

11. "You can't just come into my heart" 🤝🏼 "I can go wherever I want" 💀💀

12. "Why was I allowed to in the past? What's the difference now?" XLH: UHM SIR I WASN'T IN LOVE WITH YOU THEN. DO YOU MIND IM TRYNA HANDLE THESE NEW FEELINGS.

13. DFQC is such a heavy full of depth and compelling character and I just love Dylan Wang's portrayal and I just--- gahhh! *muffled screams*

14. I don't think I can express in words how much I love the scene of DFQC turning away from XLH while he weeps and then turning and collapsing into her. It is art. It is poetry. It is EVERYTHING. Dylan Wang's acting my god. The pain the sorrow the need for comfort its all so beautifully expressed on his face. XLH's tears and pain for him. The hands. Ofcourse the hands 😭😭 Also. XLH refusing to give up until she found the thorn pricking at him and pulled it out so he could heal. I love her. For seeing the pain and anger buried in him and saying "something here is not right. His reputation as a terrible monster who slaughters his family is wrong. I will figure this out and I will help him however I can" and then doing it! Refusing to back down even at the last minute when he says it isn't her place to ask! Being there for him as he goes through the grieiving process. Fiercely defending him against everyone who dares to say he is heartless. God. I love them both.

15. Head empty no thoughts just DFQC's little hand gesture stopping XLH in her tracks before she can come to stop him from taking the lightening strikes.

16. DFQC asking her to teach him how to be warm towards people because no one ever taught him that 😭😭

17. Her teaching him how to smile by showing it to him and then suggesting to also "hug" Xunfeng and his love adled brain IMMEDIATELY going "How?" *puppy eyes* and her immediately almost folding him into a hug but just barely stopping herself! You cannot tell me he did not know that would happen. He definitely knew she would "show" not "tell" and most definitely wanted her to hug him. We already seen him be sneaky as heck when telling her "No I am still weak I neeeeed you to help me walk" when it was straight up nonsense 😄 Even adding little fake coughs to convince her. I love me a sneaky husband who tries to coax more love out of his wife.

18. "This is the first time I have ever thanked a person. Don't refuse me." 😭🥲

That entire interaction of theirs is so giggle inducingly cute like omg the smiles they can barely contain the teasing "are my flower cakes ready?" "did you finish your medicine" "its too bitter *pout* but I did it, not a single drop left! *satisfied smirk*" AAHAHHHHHHHH but this line !! "Don't refuse me" !! Don't take this moment from me! Just let me adore youuuuuuuuu!!!!

[mythvoiced]

@wellfell | ♥

Eren's back collides with the ground almost like a man collapsing out of sheer exhaustion. There's an odd air of relief woven into the way he stares up at her, the slight smile that continues to attempt to resemble the boyish charm that accompanied him, monster-blood be damned.

Boyish charm... he IS a boy.

He even goes as far as folding his hands over his stomach, somewhat below the point her makeshift weapon was now supposedly holding him in place. He doubts he'd struggle disarming her, or even getting her onto the ground in his stead.

It's true. Akina Mori is small, not worryingly so, and she has figured out how to work it to her advantage. But Eren is not only bigger than her, he's stronger, too.

The only issue is... he's probably stronger than anybody at this point. All of his friends. He thinks about it, sometimes, when he can't sleep, when he lies on his bed, stares at his hands, and wonders how often his friends put in genuine effort to not appear scared in front of him.

It'd make sense.

He wouldn't blame them for being scared.

Sometimes he stares at his titan-hands and his mother appears in his palm, and he imagines he knows exactly what it felt like, to crush her between his fingers.

But Akina... well, he can't really tell.

This is the first time in days they've spoken, and he may not be as smart as Armin, but he can do basic maths. If what he did is two and when exactly Akina stopped talking to him was the other two, he'd figure what four was.

Maybe that's where the relief comes from... being somewhat right about Akina Mori. Refusing to acknowledge that his supposing she wouldn't let her fear allow her to lower her head beneath it, was actually the hope she wouldn't.

"Or what," he shoots back, and it would be easy to pretend. Eren has often wondered how good Akina is... at pretending. She doesn't show how intensely things get to her unless you learn how to look, unless you don't allow her to unlearn being interested in her. She fits in better than he'd have ever assumed she would have.

Similarly to Jean, he supposes. Similarly to Armin, he supposes.

Maybe he's not so good at reading people after all.

Maybe there is very little he actually knows.

Maybe this as generous as Akina is willing to be... she, or the world.

Maybe that's the point. Maybe that's the reason you are who you are and can do what you can do. Maybe you're supposed to change all those things, make the world better. Force it into becoming better, if need be.

He blinks up at Akina.

He'd never force those he loves to do terrible things for him... right?

Right?

"It's a good thing," he continues, "makes you slippery. You should continue taking advantage of it."

Since you're alive. Since you can. Since you HAVE to stay alive. I'm running out of ways to mourn, I can't keep grieving someone new every day.

[absolute-flaming-trash]

congratulations on your milestone! hope there will be more and more soon (｡♡‿♡｡)

can i ask for 7 and 22 for sukuna for the event? if you want it, of course. thank you ✿

Aha not me answering this legit two months lateeerrr, I seriously am the worst.

I hope this is good enough to have been worth the wait!

I find Sukuna very hard to write pls have mercy

Warnings: Reader is basically a slave, Murder mention (brief), Failed murder attempt, Poison

Word Count: 1133 oops

Additional Notes: Set during the time of Sukuna's True Form

Monotony was terribly underrated.

Most of the time, it indicated a sense of peace. There was a set pattern to things, and albeit at times those things could be tedious, it was simply routine. A set practice. Predictable.

Everything your life wasn’t.

You would kill for the days of monotony in your past life. The days before death lingered in the doorway of every interaction with the King of Curses, threatening to be welcomed in for the smallest of reasons.

It could be for anything. If things were not to his standard, a servant would be killed - sometimes not even the one who made the mistake. Human life held no value to him, yet he surrounded himself with them; although you knew it was most likely to bask in the twisted pleasure of suffering.

Hell, Sukuna had once killed a man for sneezing in his presence.

A part of you would constantly wonder when your turn would come. What action would ultimately lead to your demise, and when…

Would his food be too hot? Too cold? Would his drink not be what he desired in that moment, and end with your bones joining the others in his shrine?

The answer of “only time would tell” was not enough for you.

You refused to be put down like a dog in the street simply for being human.

Sweat slicked the pestle in your hand as you ground the seeds you had picked from the servant garden. You had hoped you grabbed enough, but you would find out the hard way soon enough. Sixteen felt like a safe number.

Ricinus was grown strictly as a “cure all” for the servants if the medicine was ever needed (granted they were able to use it in the first place), but the opportunity concerning the seeds was just too great to pass up.

You wiped your hand on your thin dress and looked into the mortar with your lower lip between your teeth. It wasn’t all completely ground, but it would have to do. Keeping Sukuna waiting never ended well, and punctuality might have been the only thing keeping you alive so far.

Not wanting to take chances, the half-ground mixture was sprinkled both into the food and drink of the evening meal and mixed in where it could be.

The knot in your stomach grew tighter as you approached his chambers, knuckles white as they supported the weight of the tray. It only grew worse once your entry was granted, walking swiftly over towards the King himself and placing the tray in front of him - stepping away and bowing deeply.

Even though you could not see him from your position, you could feel his eyes on you. He almost never acknowledged you save for your dismissal, and the majority of the time your moments with Sukuna were only accompanied by the grotesque sounds of him eating.

Something you were thankful for in this moment, since the bravery of your actions did not extend to your voice, and you did not trust yourself to carry conversation.

“You cut the fruit this time.”

His statement made you flinch, partially due to the jinx, but also from being forced so violently from your thoughts.

“Yes, sir.”

You hold your breath awaiting further conversation, keeping your gaze on the floor.

“Look at me.”

You obeyed, lifting your gaze slowly to meet his. One set of his hands are propped under his chin while the other supports his weight and holds a halved piece of fruit between his thumb and middle finger.

“I’m in a rather amusive mood today, which works in your favor.” He smirked at your apprehensive expression. “Care to guess why?”

Your mind ran rampant in an attempt to find the reason. Did he kill more jujutsu sorcerers recently? No, you would have heard about it already from the servants quarters alone…

You were truly drawing a blank.

“I’m unable to, sir.”

He laughed, the brashness of it echoing off the stone walls of his chamber before downing the piece of fruit. “I shouldn’t be surprised, humans are quite stupid.”

Part of you took exception to that.

“I’ll make it easier.” He picked up another piece of fruit, “I’ve encountered a first today. Do you know what it is?”

It felt like the cogs in your mind were at a standstill as you watched him down the second piece. If Sukuna had truly encountered something for the first time, there was no way you wouldn’t have heard about it. You frowned in defeat and shook your head.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You bowed deeply. “I still don’t know.”

“You don’t?”

His mocking tone sent the first wave of panic through your gut, but you kept your cool - digging your nails into the palms of your hands.

“Now that I don’t believe… considering you were the person behind that first.”

Slowly, you lifted your gaze back to him and your stomach sunk at the sight that greeted you. Between his fingers was a half-crushed caster seed. How you had missed a piece that large, you didn’t know, but the horror only grew as you watched him pop the seed in his mouth, swallowing it whole.

Blood drained from your face in horrible anticipation. This was it, your time had finally come. Your eyes screwed shut, unwilling to face inevitability as you waited for a terrible blow that would end your days.

One that never came.

Seconds that felt like hours passed and you eventually cracked an eye open, posture uncurling marginally as you looked cautiously over to your failed murder victim. He grinned, but the gesture held no kindness.

“If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already.”

Your posture dropped at the answer to your unasked question, a new trepidation filling your system. “Why?”

He yawned, flicking remnants of the crushed seed from his fingers. “You are not the first, and certainly not the last to attempt to kill me, although I will give credit where it’s due.”

He was on you in a flash, pulling you down to his level by both of your wrists. The abruptness of it made you shriek in surprise, and your fear was temporarily outweighed by your chagrin.

“Ricin takes time, and I used double the dose for humans. You could be dead already and not know it.”

“Only double, eh?” He rubbed his chin with one of his free hands, “Is that all? Admittedly, I’m a little disappointed.”

He took in your defiant expression and the grin returned to his face.

“No matter. Nobody has been brave or stupid enough to go the poison route. Or Both.”

He leered at you, and you couldn’t help but whimper as his grin became wider.

“Tell me, which of the options are you?”

[nena-96]

Falling into the Abyss

Good Morning, its a beautiful day for a micro? Tedromeda fic, but an even better day to get your heart completely broken, by yours truly. It has been awhile since I've written andromeda and I MISS IT, I will be uploading some more stories but I've been busy with College and participating in Jilytober 2023(which will begin soon, the first time I'll write many stories of them, very nervous if I say so myself)

I thought of this idea at 3am when I should've been asleep oh well

TW: mentions Character Death

If you would like to read below, please be my guest

Or head on over to A03 to get your heart broken. BUT fair warning this is light pain compared to the next Tedromeda fic that I will soon be uploading.

Which makes me wonder if I should post a snippet of it later today or a happy snippet that has a bit of smut? Hmmm I'll think on it for awhile.

Or maybe post a Romione or a Jily snippet, decisions decisions (might do all of the above, lol)

Anywho, I hope in succeeding with making your day eventful!?

It felt like time had stopped, as Andromeda sat crumpled in a ball on her sofa as she wondered why the world was so cold and cruel. Darkness had always loomed over her head but it was in this precise moment in which she wanted to accept her fate and fall into the abyss of darkness. She wanted the pain to engulf her completely because of the unfairness that has been her life. Exiled from her family, her name had been blasted from the family tree, her name no longer worthy of being alongside the other members of, “The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.” The allowance and savings that she managed to take with her when she decided to leave her family and start a life with the man of her dreams was not enough. 

Yet, they managed to live a loving and happy life together, through all the struggles and doubts. Andromeda and Edward Tonks had made a home together at such a young age they were graced with their daughter Nymphadora Tonks. They were so happy, so why did the world laugh at her while taking the one man that she has ever loved? Andromeda wondered as she stared into the dying fire in the fireplace, the embers burning bright, a complete contrast as to what she’s feeling.

 As she hugged herself, Andromeda realized that she would have to get used to this concept for the rest of her life. There will no longer be the gentle yet assertive voice whispering words of love in her ear as she laid her head on his strong chest, during moments of uncertainty. Those strong and loving arms that would wrap her in a loving embrace, as she got lost in the rhythm of his beating heart.

 Yesterday’s edition of the Daily Prophet, lay crumpled up beside her, almost as if bluntly mocking her. As she wallowed in despair and agony for her husband that she would no longer be able to love again. Never again would she rush into their kitchen after hearing a few teacups crash onto the hardwood floor, as a result of Ted’s clumsiness. Andromeda would no longer feel his callused hands roaming every inch of her soft skin as he’d trail kisses on her jaw, not before placing his lips over her earlobe, as he gently bit down. 

The tears that continued to fall down and stain her cheeks, was the only way that Andromeda knew she was still alive. Which was ironic because in her mind she had died when she read that article that graced the front page of the Daily Prophet.

Andromeda refused to believe that this was some cruel joke that was being pulled on her. She’d rather spiral into denial than acknowledge the truth, that her husband Edward Tonks was another victim of the hands of Snatchers. 

Silent tears fell down her delicate face, it's late, or maybe it's very early in the morning. Either way it didn’t matter what time it was, since the pain consumes her every single second that Ted is no longer here. 

 Many times she’d wonder what it would’ve been like if she never married Ted, but that would’ve never worked simply because the love they shared was more powerful than anything in the world. Plus, just the mere thought of Ted wrapping his strong, and gentle arms around another woman, left a horrid taste in Andromeda’s mouth. Even if the mere thought of Ted loving someone else, Andromeda would have preferred enduring that pain if it meant Ted would have lived to see another day. Even seeing him with another witch or even a muggle would have destroyed her, but at least she could still love him from a distance. Yes, it would not have been healthy to long for a man that belongs to another witch, but there’s no way to control what her heart feels for him. She tried to stop loving him many times when they first began dating and she was happy that she had failed quite miserably in that aspect.

She knew Ted would never have agreed to such idiotic notion, she wouldn’t have either if she’s being honest. Closing her eyes, Andromeda sniffled before swallowing another wave of sobs. She had to be strong for her daughter, her grandson and even her son-in-law, but who in Merlin's name was going to be strong for her? That was what Ted would always do, he’d pull her away from the demons that consumed her, while kissing her until she finally gave into the sweet taste of his lips.

Who will be there for her? If she died the moment when Edward Tonks, Ted, the man that proved to her time and time again that love does exist in the world. Had been captured and tortured at the hands of pure evil?

[hannysarang]

Control // Fifteen.

Summary: Draco hasn't been able to enjoy sex and a little birdie tells him Hermione likes to take control. Is he willing to give it up? Can Draco Malfoy give up control?

Chapter 15 ————————

Whipping out his wand for a Lumos and looking around, Draco started to ask, “Is something supposed to hap-”

But he was cut off when the room started to give off an orange hue.

“We’re sorry to have disturbed you, Odin,” said Hermione, her grip around his finger tightening. “We wouldn’t have come here if there was any other way. My name is Hermione Granger and this is my dear dear friend, Draco Malfoy.”

Friend. Ouch. 

“My very precious friend, Harry Potter, has fallen unconscious because of a very dark wizard named Voldemort. We know you can predict runes and thought maybe, just maybe, you could give us a helping hand. Draco and I have tried for days to predict the runes.”

The dear dear friend listened as she explained the situation about the precious friend. There was no response and Draco scrunched his brows. Was this man listening from the room next door? Where was he?

Was he not taught to at least greet his guests?

“Please,” she finally said after a pause, her voice shaking and hand starting to sweat. “Harry is important to me and so many others — I beg of you.”

The wise wizard finally appeared, just glowing greyish silver. Draco hadn’t seen a ghost since leaving Hogwarts and had forgotten they existed. He felt a little stupid for thinking someone who made runestones for the fucking Vikings would still be alive. 

“Is he also important to you?” Odin asked with a raspy voice, looking at Draco.

Was he? Was Harry Potter important to him?

“Hermione is important to me,” he replied.

She felt Hermione’s fingers twitch.

“If you do not care for this… Harry Potter, then why are you here?”

Odin was a very old man. In his head, Draco thought about how he would probably look like that even if he was alive now, just less… functioning.

“Because Hermione cares about Potter. I’ll join her whenever she asks, go to the ends of the Earth for her, and do whatever will make her happy.”

Hermione finally turned her head, looking at him with a quizzical face.

“I did not ask for a love confession,” the raspy voice said, full of disgust. “I do not care for your petty affections, Draco Malfoy.”

This time, he felt his own fingers twitch. Oh, that’s why she had turned to look at him.

“Lucky for you two, I have been rather bored these days,” said Odin, breaking the awkward silence that was starting to form. “Leave all the information you have here, where I can see them. I’ll contact you once I’m done.”

The hand that was holding Draco’s fingers released as Hermione clasped her hands in front of her chest. “Thank you, oh, thank you!”

She sounded so happy it made him feel warm. But a small part of him despised that he hadn’t been able to make her that happy yet. Just him by himself was not enough to make her that happy every day.

“Don’t rush me or I’ll never do it,” Odin warned them before disappearing into the wall he came from

Finally casting the Lumos spell his hand had been itching to cast, Draco lit up the room as Hermione dug out a stack of papers from her bag.

“When did you have the time to bring all this?” asked Draco, looking at the papers that used to be on the wall of the Manor’s room. “And what else did you bring in the all-carrying bag?”

Hermione simply brushed him off and swung her wand to stick the papers to the wall. It was times like these he really appreciated magic. He couldn’t imagine being a muggle and having to stick everything back by hand, from memory.

At St. Mungo’s when the village was attacked, Hermione had whispered about how magic was evil. Draco wondered whether she still thought so. 

A dreadful yet familiar feeling began to crawl on his skin as he watched the papers fly to the wall. Though he recognised it, he refused to acknowledge it and pushed it all down. 

But when it started to feel like the blood was draining from his body, he realised he couldn’t escape it and a different form of dread washed over him. 

Hearing Draco’s breath shorten, Hermione turned her head. “Are you okay? Draco, you look unwell.”

“I just need some fresh air,” he replied through deep breaths, trying to remain as calm as possible.

But he could feel himself starting to sweat and his arm starting to go ice cold. He hated this feeling; he hated it so fucking much. He didn’t know how he had forgotten about it to begin with.

Barely getting out of the house in time, Draco collapsed on the dirt in front of the door and let out an excruciating, “Fuck!”

Hermione rushed to his side, immediately getting on her knees, too. “Draco, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

Her voice showed hints of panic and her eyes were full of it. Her hands roamed his shoulders, arms, and hands, trying to bring him back to Earth. 

Despite the horrendous feeling slowly drowning him, he stared at how the dirty ground was making her trousers dirty. She should not be on the ground with him right now. 

Unfortunately, getting her up was not an option he had. He unbuttoned his sleeve and started to push it up only to realise he wasn’t going to be able to get it all the way up.

Grabbing at the fabric of the shirt on his chest, he ripped it open and rapidly removed his left arm. His right hand gripped his forearm as he let out a tortured scream, trying to still hold it back. 

This was not happening right now. Please, not now, not again.

Hermione’s arms were around his head, soothing him and trying to calm him down, as Draco screamed into her chest, hand starting to shake from the pure strength he was using to grab his arm. 

But he saw that it was all no use as the Dark Mark he had spent years hiding peaked through his masking spell and fingers. 

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[tender-rosiey]

❥ When your friend flirts with them

Includes Chuuya and Dazai

ᴀ/ɴ: hello—uhh i am alive and i humbly apologize for my absence; this idea popped into my head and honestly just straight up made me go 😏 this ain’t proofread, that’s the norm here

CHUUYA NAKAHARA:

Chuuya has standards

Very high standards

And to no one’s surprise you meet and even exceed them

And in addition to everything he loves about you, he hated most of your friends

At least most of them, and more specifically ones like this one

This p e r s o n

Was so generously invited to your house for a hangout with the rest of your friends

While everyone was having fun and just minding their own business, NOT trying to be a home-wrecker

They were planning— they were doing just that 🥰

Chuuya is a man BIG on loyalty and that included loyalty to friends, family and bosses

Said person was disrespecting said thing

They were high-key flirting with him and not-so-subtly insulting you

“Say chuuya, I don’t mean anything but don’t you think that y/n should act more refined? She is representing you in front of all these people after all; i could give her lessons about how to be an actual lady! You can pay me back by maybe hanging out tomorrow evening—“

Chuuya was just clenching his soon to break glass of wine while trying to desperately give them a chance to take back everything they said

Kindly, they did not get the hint

And everything has its consequences

Unfortunately for them, it was getting kicked out of the house and plainly humiliated in front of everyone

Until the end of the night, Chuuya kept glaring at everyone and anyone who he felt was suspicious or was talking crap about you

“Y/N, I will be supervising who you befriend from now on.”

“That’s manipulation, though.”

“I AM NOT TELLING YOU TO NOT HAVE FRIENDS! I AM TELLING YOU TO PICK THEM WELL!”

OSAMU DAZAI:

Dazai was about to combust from disgust

He already disliked this friend of yours because of what he has seen them do

However, he didn’t expect them to flirt with him

A taken man

A man taken by their friend

In front of said friend

You were trying your best not to just flip the table and slap the living hell out of them

And you were kinda bothered by how dazai wasn’t doing anything about the situation; instead, opting to silently and very discreetly stare at them in disgust

They were shamelessly pressing their body to his and while he displayed clear discomfort, they refused to acknowledge it and continued to be a hoe <3

“Say, dazai! Dazai! What do you think of my outfit today? Very attractive, right? I noticed it’s the same style that y/n wears! I think I might look a bit better in it, though; no offense, bestie!”

Soon though, dazai raised his hand and called for the waiter

Much to yours and your “friend”’s confusion

“Excuse me, there is this unbelievably annoying bug at my side and it has been quite disrespectful to both me and my lover. I would highly appreciate if you could get rid of it.”

Let me tell you, it’s like the waiter was waiting his whole life for this

It was kinda clear that she was clearly being a bitch

Sooo by the permission of his owner, dazai and yourself

Said waiter kicked them out of the restaurant and proudly entered back to find out he got promoted

All hail mister waiter

Dazai started fake gagging and spraying disinfectant spray on himself before he himself stuck to your side like a ——

“Oh my dear y/n! How tragic and how unfortunate that you had such an imbecile call themselves your friend! They are truly undeserving of your grace!”

He soon got up before looking at you and winking

“How about we go to your favorite restaurant?”

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[makeste]

BnHA 326: What’s up Kids, It’s Me, Your Old Pal Stain

Previously on BnHA: Ochako shamed the U.A. Clown Mob into letting Deku go back inside his own fucking school by giving them an hour-long speech about how not to be humongous dickheads. Kouta and Gigantic Fox Lady saved the manga by being the only ones brave enough to give Deku a hug. Shouto was all “man, all this togetherness sure does remind me of that promise you made that we would handle Touya together which you immediately bailed on, doesn’t it, Dad.” Aizawa was all, “for the one and a half people out there who thought that my losing an eye and a leg might actually make me less sexy, I’m very happy to prove you wrong.” All Might was all, “[standing outside the U.A. fortress alone in the rain talking to someone or something??].” Like seriously, what was up with that though.

Today on BnHA: All Might is all “here I am in Kamino having a belated mid-life crisis because Deku abandoned me and I’m a terrible mentor and everything sucks and I hate myself.” Stain is all, “don’t make me come over there and give you a ten page speech about why you’re still the goat while menacingly holding you at swordpoint the entire time” because idk if you knew this guys, but Stain is pretty crazy actually. Anyway so he does that, and then All Might gets all emotional, and then the lady from chapter 92 shows up and gives All Might’s statue an encouraging pep talk, and then Horikoshi is all “and it even stopped raining lol can you believe this shit I’m not even a little bit subtle,” and he really isn’t. But I still got emotional anyway, because seeing people reassure All Might that everything he’s struggled for his entire life hasn’t been in vain just got to me okay. Horikoshi knows I am weak to the All Might feels and he just goes for the jugular every time, that bastard.

lmao. “in the neverending downpour, All Might is...” yeah, thank you, glad we’re getting right to that then

“All Might is driving 95 mph in his busted ass car in the pouring rain, is what he’s doing.” huh

so basically a day or two after his adopted child refused to accept the handmade bento that he packed with love, my man is out here acting like he’s got nothing to live for anymore. this sure bodes well for certain prophecies on which the clock is still ominously ticking down

his fucking face though omg. is it weird that I’m kind of hoping more people ambush him just because I think it’d be funny to see them get their asses kicked like the last bunch

(ETA: or maybe he will just stand there openly not giving a fuck and basically daring them to stab him!! get it together please All Might.)

side note, “anti-hero supporters” is such a strange way of saying “people who hate heroes”, which I’m assuming is what they actually wanted to say?? this makes it sound like it’s a group that really loves antiheroes. “these Hannibal stans have been a real menace lately. time to go deal with them”

ha ha ha, fucking ouch

are you really gonna do it Horikoshi you bastard. are you really going to let that be the final encounter between the two characters whose relationship you once described as the vertical axis of the entire fucking story. are you really gonna?? huh??

huh

you’re telling me you were driving 112 mph and you still didn’t get there in time. you’re losing your touch old man. lol Todo’s ice is almost fully melted already, how late were you

(ETA: so apparently this is taking place after the end of chapter 325, meaning he went to U.A., hung out for a bit, saw the kids come back with his bedraggled half-dead protégé in tow, watched as they shamed the civilians into some long-overdue character development, and then was all “welp, time to go argue with the hero-hating faction or something because I’m feeling useless.” and Edge just let him go, just like that. though to be fair I have to imagine it’s pretty hard to say no to All Fucking Might.)

also belated lol at the fact that the kids were all “yeahhhhhhh we are definitely not gonna touch that thing, let’s just leave it here, he doesn’t need it anyway.” probably the right call to make since they couldn’t get a hazmat team on such short notice

fuck. ha ha ha fucking ouch part two

All Might please put that thing down before you get gangrene. also yeah, you dropped the ball, good for you to acknowledge it. nobody’s perfect and you did your best. but yeah you could have handled a lot of things completely differently. but I still love you

is Horikoshi really putting this flashback here. are you serious. what kind of fucking sadist

look, I swear I’m not one of those people that runs up and down the street shouting “DEATH FLAG!!” at every third panel lol. but this shit screamed Death Flag when we originally got it, and it’s screaming DEATH FLAG!!! even more now. like with the capital letters and exclamation marks and all. and that’s just a fact. I don’t like it but that’s how it is

ffkdjslk

“DID YOU READ THE SIGN??!” Horikoshi asks while zooming in maniacally because he thinks we’re blind or something. lol what

-- though actually, it only just occurred to me that this sign is actually written in English. I never really paid attention up until now and had been assuming it was written in Japanese and translated by the scanlators, but the writing here is clearly part of the original image. anyway so maybe that’s why he’s zooming in?? just to make sure everybody pays attention lol

okay fuck this

see, this is the whole problem right here. once again All Might is all on his own. Deku’s self-destructive angst spiral was fortunately brought to a grinding halt because he actually has support from his friends and family and teachers and classmates. but All Might never had that same kind of support, and it’s made all the difference between the two of them, and not in a good way. Katsuki wasn’t wrong when he said All Might and Deku were both cut from the same cloth. but now when it’s All Might’s turn to go all “I WALK A LONELY ROAD~~” once again, there’s nobody in sight

just, after forty plus years of him carrying this torch, I just wish someone would finally come along to let him know he doesn’t have to. all those things that he wanted to say to Deku are also things that he needs and deserves to hear himself. Aizawa was making a little progress there, but now he’s got his sad zombie cloud boyfriend situation to deal with, and we can’t expect him and his perfect hair to solve all our problems. someone else has gotta step up

oh my god

“you rang?” never mind I take it all back sob

omg why am I laughing. shit

this man truly has the best PR game in the series. we were truly convinced he was gonna suddenly become a good guy and defend All Might against the other villains or some nonsense. as if this wasn’t the same man who decided on a whim that Iida Tensei deserved to be paralyzed, and that his fifteen-year-old brother deserved to die for daring to be upset about it

lol even All Might is all “I genuinely never saw this coming” lmao

just want to say, for the record, I have always harbored a very sensible hatred toward Stain. feeling very vindicated right now. good job Past Me

adsfklwkfsdwgkj

ffffwefjslkg. ghsdlkg. dsfkkkslkjldwkjrg

STAIN: heard you talking shit old man

ME: smh that’s what I thought you’d say you dumb fucking Stain

STAIN: how dare you talk about All Might that way

ME: gljfljgk

(ETA: in hindsight I have no idea how I didn’t clue in sooner that he didn’t recognize him -- or, well, ~didn’t recognize~ him, to be more accurate lol. I think it was the whole “is that a slight against the heroes?” thing that threw me. Viz’s translation makes it much clearer that he’s offended on behalf of All Might specifically, not heroes in general. anyways.)

sob. so All Might is all “yeah I don’t blame you for not recognizing me in this sweet leather jacket”

good thing he still knows how to do this party trick

A+ reflexes on Stain’s part presumably pulling the sword back a few inches to keep this dumbass from impaling himself with his whole pufferfish routine. can you imagine if that was the gruesome death Nighteye foresaw. and he was just too embarrassed to say anything

lol anyways guess I was wrong about Stain everyone

way to fucking go, Past Me. you really biffed this one

oh wait

Stain sure is one wacky rollercoaster ride

oh fuck me lol I forgot how much I did not miss this

(ETA: “this here is the sacred ground where All Might gave up the last of his power and turned into a shriveled old man!! please ignore the part where I admit to knowing all about that, and yet pretend not to recognize said man when he’s standing two feet in front of me.”)

Past Me, I know we’ve had our ups and downs these past ninety seconds, but I’m really starting to think you were on to something. this dude has always been kind of insufferable. always acting like his high horse is a fucking giraffe when it’s actually a Shetland pony

dammit now he’s got All Might going off on a depressed monologue

oh my god my heart

shit

why the fuck does that hit so hard. he became a hero because he couldn’t bear to just sit back and let bad things happen to people who didn’t deserve it. I mean that’s basically the same as every hero ever, right? so why does it still hit so fucking hard every single time though. what is it about seeing someone so determined to stand up for other people and fight on their behalf. it just never loses its impact no matter how many times I see that determination mirrored in so many of my favorite characters

“I wanted to make the world a better place.” omg. but you did, though. like seriously, I feel like people are always dogging on him for not being 100% perfect, and fandom really doesn’t give him enough credit for everything he still managed to accomplish. this man came of age at a time when Japan was by all accounts a total shitshow, and singlehandedly managed to bring about an era of peace that lasted for four fucking decades. can you imagine having peace for that long?? that’s longer than I’ve been alive. shit

and he gave people hope. he inspired them and protected them and made them feel safe. and no, he couldn’t save everyone, because he’s only one fucking dude (and also because the whole time AFO was also out there desperately working to undermine him so that he could keep preaching his narrative of “heroes are bad actually”). but you know what he did do, is inspire multiple new generations of heroes who, if they can all manage to work together, will finally be able to accomplish everything he never could

so yeah. forty years of peace, and inspired the “that’s how we all became the greatest heroes” generation -- that’s a fucking win in my book. talk about having a net positive impact on the world. lol anyways now I’m all fired up and ready to fight anyone who tries to talk any shit about you, All Might

“but what if I talk shit about myself” okay listen up All Might I’m gonna need you to try just a little bit harder to work with me here okay. please calm down and stop blaming yourself for every single bad thing that’s ever happened in the world. do you remember that time Bakugou was blaming himself for Kamino, and you gave him a hug and told him it wasn’t his fault, and that he was only a boy, and that even though he was strong, even strong people can struggle with the burdens they place on themselves, and that you were sorry for not seeing that earlier? do you remember all of that? that’s what I want someone to tell you too, dammit. anyway please stop breaking my heart please and thanks

wtf

are you dead All Might

um

I don’t even have the slightest idea what’s happening lol

oh snap did he grab him so they could hide??

hold the fucking phone. don’t tell me this person in the background with the umbrella is here to actually do something decent??

oh my godddd

and here come the feels. oh boy. okay don’t mind me, I’m just gonna sit here sobbing over this fictional lady and her simple act of kindness in this weekly shounen manga that I care about way too much

FUCKING DAMMIT AND HERE’S A SECOND HELPING

DON’T MIND ME, I’M JUST GETTING DISPROPORTIONATELY EMOTIONAL OVER THIS WOMAN’S DETERMINATION TO HONOR A MAN WHO SACRIFICED EVERYTHING TO SAVE HER AND COUNTLESS OTHERS. I’M JUST HAVING SOME FEELS OVER HERE ABOUT HER HEARTFELT, DOESN’T-EVEN-KNOW-ANYONE-ELSE-IS-WATCHING FEELINGS OF GRATITUDE THAT COMPELLED HER TO COME OUT HERE AND MAKE THIS SMALL BUT POWERFUL GESTURE. I’M JUST OUT HERE GETTING ALL PROFOUNDLY WORKED UP ABOUT STATUE MAINTENANCE AND THE HUMAN RACE. NEVER MIND. JUST IGNORE ME AND CARRY ON

holy shit. I was not even remotely prepared. you can’t just do that to me. you can’t just leave all these death flags on my lawn and then suddenly shift gears to show me the best of humanity in a chapter where I was expecting the worst. that fucks a person up lol

OH ARE WE STILL GOING

my heart. you see that, All Might. your legacy is so much more powerful and meaningful than you think

...has. has Stain actually been giving All Might a pep talk this entire time

I give up lol. this dude is a fucking enigma

YAYYY

it may just be a metaphor panel, but I’ll take it lol. I missed them. nice to see the traffic light trio front and off-center. I know the whole “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes” thing had left some questioning whether certain characters would continue to play a central role in the narrative, and hopefully this will help to ease those concerns just a bit

anyway, so idk if it’s getting a bit chilly down there in hell, but damned if Stain didn’t just give an actual decent fucking speech

I have to say, earlier when I was whining about All Might not having a support squad, I really was not expecting Stain to be the one to come over and pat his head and reassure him that he made the world a better place

-- okay LISTEN

YOU CAN’T JUST COME INTO MY HOUSE AND HIT ME WITH THOSE ALL MIGHT TEARS AGAIN GODDAMMIT THIS ISN’T FAIR. my god. first 317 and now this

holy fucking shit

“I’m just gonna pretend like I haven’t been stalking him for two days and didn’t see the entire Deku bentogate thing go down, and then I’ll give him the whole big speech that I rehearsed, and then I’ll turn around and be all ‘BUT IF YOU’RE A TRUE HERO’, and then I’ll toss him the super-secret AFO wifi password that I stole from Tartarus. god I’m such a badass. fucking give myself chills”

so basically what you’re telling me is that this whole time my “what’s up kids” characterization of Stain from this shitpost has actually been 100% accurate. just want to make sure I’m understanding this right. okay then

“and then I’ll dramatically spin around and be all NOW COME KILL ME BITCH”

it must be so much fun to write Stain. drawing this coked-out maniac who talks like a chatbot that was trained to speak by reading Alan Moore monologues. that must be a trip

anyway so All Might is still crying, the awesome lady from chapter 92 is admiring her handiwork totally oblivious to the batshit insanity going on fifty meters to her right, and it’s finally stopped raining lol

“THE RAIN WAS A METAPHOR YOU SEE” yes, yes, we got it lol. thanks for that Horikoshi. don’t think we needed any help putting the pieces together on that one but I appreciate the effort

so that’s the end! and as I mentioned in another post, I had the count off by one chapter, but next week should be cliffhanger week! so break out your U.A. Traitor bingo cards, friends and fiends. either that or something else happens that I’m completely not expecting at all. which, based on my success rate with Stain predictions, I’d say is more than likely lol

mmm but anyway, so now that the Hug Deku 2021 campaign has finally come to an end, what’s it gonna take to get a hug for my struggling bento-preparing jacket-rocking world-weary death-flag-waving husband who is the worthiest man to ever live and deserves the fucking world, goddammit