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Who are your favourite members of the league of villains???

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Oh no where do I start?!

I really enjoy the dynamic between the league as a whole, it’s why I enjoyed the My Villain Academia arc. But if I had to choose favorites, my top four are Toga, Twice, Spinner, and Shigaraki, with Shigaraki at the top.

I like their backstories (sorry Mr. Compress, you’ll get one eventually) and how they clearly care about each other (Dabi I’m looking at you). Toga and Twice always look out for each other, Spinner is set on supporting Shigaraki however he can, and Shigaraki’s only limit to his destruction are the things his friends like (and it subtly shows that he never truly lost that empathy he had for the people who were left out).

Overall, these guys are my favorites because they’re the ones that manifest the my favorite trope (found family) the most, and I’m excited to see what they do next.

You have no idea how happy I was to see this just now -w-

Ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~

Chapter 2: barging in

(Ftm Bright eyes - he/him)

Bright eyes thought about what he'd say to William as he ran down the hallway, up to his study.

He had never met him officially but its not as if he's worried about making a good first impression, I mean he's on his way to accuse him of the vampire equivalent of adopting him without consent.

He didn't exactly have long to think about this though as it only took him a couple of seconds to get to his study. He still wasn't exactly used to (or particularly good at) this whole super speed thing, anytime he'd train with Sam Bright would get upset that he wasn't as fast as Fred and that just made Sam mad at him.

Losing no momentum, Bright burst into William's study.

"Hey!-" he was about to begin but was shockingly taken aback by William and his appearance.

He didn't look up at him when Bright burst through the door, he just continued writing. He had long light blonde hair that elegantly flopped forward, covering his eyes slightly as his head leaned forward over his desk.

Bright wasn't sure what came over him, it was as if a wave of respect washed over him as soon as he opened the door.

Then he snapped out of it.

"Hey!" He repeated, he managed to finish his sentence this time only he was louder.

Either William didn't hear him the first time or he was ignoring him but his eyes looked up at Bright, however he kept his head down.

As mentioned before, Bright didn't have a lot of time to prepare a speech and he'd already lost his composure, so he just figured he'd say whatever came to mind.

But before he could start, William began, with a welcoming and soft tone that almost made Bright eyes completely at ease. Almost.

"Ah Bright, I've been meaning to talk with you~ actually we've never officially met have we? I'm William solaire and you're the one they call 'Bright eyes' ? I'd love to know where that name came from. Please sit."

Bright had to shake his head around just to convince himself not to comply.

"Cut the crap! I know what you and Sam plan on doing with me. That you're supposed to 'take me off Sam's hands' cos crist knows that southern bastard can't handle me on his own.

But before you seal the deal....

Could you at least give me a chance to think about it?"

You'd think William would be confused at this but he's smart enough to figure out what's happened here.

He looked to his antique clock on the wall beside him that looked like if you sold it you could buy a house with it.

He sighed and pinched the skin between his eyes.

"Damn it Vincent, its been less than 20 minutes and you're already gossiping about matters that barley concern you"

He took a deep breath and looked at Bright with his silver eyes that seemed to illuminate his face.

"I can understand why you'd think that is the case, however im sorry to inform you that there has been a slight miscommunication. Either Vincent misinterpreted what I told him in the meeting or you heard him wrong, in any case that is not what my intention with you was".

Bright gave a look of disbelief, then looked down.

"R-really?"

He had no idea what it was about this man that made him want to respect him almost instantly but William still smiled and answered him.

"No. The plan was that I'd ask for Vincent's council on the matter, then ask if you'd like to be transferred as my progeny and IF you agreed I'd go to Sam and ask for his consent to 'take you off his hands' as it where"

Brights eyes widened

"It was always going to be your decision, Bright, I apologise for any hardship this mistake may have caused you"

Bright looked to the floor for guidance. He felt so stupid now. He didn't know what to do.

But William did.

"So now that we have that out of the way, please sit."

Bright would be exaggerating if he said that William's tone was sturn but he had a feeling that he didn't want to know what would happen if he declined.

So he hastily sat down at one of William's chairs facing his desk.

"This meating is certainly happening faster then i has expected, but I suppose there's no point in sending you away now".

Bright stayed silent.

"Well you've already told me your decision on the matter so I suppose this could be a way for me to get to know you before you make your final decision".

"W-what?"....

"When you came in here you said you'd like to think about it, so while you 'think about it' I'd like to get to know you

For instance, your name".

Bright's brown thurowed "what about it?"

William smiled and closed his eyes in a way that reminded Bright of when he was alive, when the sun would wake him up by blinding him and he'd have to choose between a warm bed and eyesight. Eventually he'd always close the blinds....

Damn it why I this French f*k making me spit poetry?! Thought Bright eyes to himself.

"It's very interesting~ where dose it come from? I think its safe to say that you weren't born with it and it's not uncommon for young vampires to change their name upon being turned. So

Where did you come up with a name like that?"

Bright felt more at ease at this, maybe it was the fact that he was no longer being blinded by his piercing eyes.

He thought about this question for a second and was briefly brought back to a time befor he died, before he got top surgery and when there was literally no part of his body that he didn't hate.

Apart from his eyes. And the only reason for that......was Fred telling him basically every other week just how "bright his eyes where".

He stopped himself from smiling at this. Because that wasn't the reason why he called himself that.

He called himself "Bright eyes" to remind himself of what Fred had taken from him that night. When he first looked in the mirror after being turned he was met with the loss of the one thing he actually liked about himself, he also hated the irony of the one who made him love his eyes was the one who took the light from them away.

He then looked at William with his usual cocky smirk that had become like a resting face for him.

"You know when someone complements you and then you make that one complement your whole personality?"

Bright regretted this question immediately after asking it. How was he supposed to know if William understood what he was telling him? Dudes like a thousand years old!

But then William gave a short giggle, still keeping his eyes closed.

"Oh yes~ there's a woman from the house of Benit that was once told that she 'looked good in red' and I honestly can't recall a single time she's worn anything else In the last century".

They both laughed at this.

"So there was somone in your life that complimented your eyes?~ and now you call yourself Bright eyes?"

Bright gave a sturn "yes" hoping that he wouldn't ask anymore of him.

William was about to ask him about his realationship with Sam and why HE thinks William wants to take him in but then he got a sharp wiff of something that made his eyes go sharp.

It was blood. Vampiric blood.

Bright was bleeding.

William shot up from his desk, making Bright jump in the prosses. He didn't mean to scare him as much as he did but he had to know what was hurting him.

He went around his desk to where Bright was sitting and bent down. It was coming from his palms.

"What happened?" His voice didn't contain pity as much as it did concern, that combined with a sturn look made Bright feel weak. Like he was about to cry.

Not from the pain, he hadn't noticed he was bleeding until just now. No.

He was just surprised to hear somone caring about him again...

"O-oh i-i scrunched up my fist up kinda tight when I heard what Vincent said, i-i guess I squeezed a little to hard huh? Haha...." his voice was braking up.

He needed to get out of here before William noticed the state he was in.

But he already knew.

He grabbed him softly by the shoulders and said "stay here"

Upon turning Bright's hand over for inspection, he noticed that there wasn't just blood coming from his palms, there was marks on his knuckles that implied blunt force trauma.

Maybe now wasn't a good time to tell William that he punched his wall so hard he cracked it, thought Bright.

William pondered whether or not using healing magic was a good idea. Bright wasn't used to magic just yet, not only that but his bad realationship with Sam may have made him not exactly....partial to healing magic.

But then he looked up at Bright, he had THAT look.

The same look Vincent gave him that convinced him to save him.

The look he historically couldn't resist.

He took Bright's hand and it flinched as if he had electrocuted him.

But then Bright took a deep breath and gingerly placed his plam in William's hand.

William gave a look of reassurance and began working on his hand.

Bright winced and hissed and tried to pull away, but William didn't waver in his attempt to heal him. He squeezed his hand to keep him still in a way that didn't hurt him but so that he couldn't let go.

Afterwards, William let go and Bright's hand shot away from him,he began breathing heavily.

Now William DID have a look of pity on his face but he didn't let Bright see it.

Bright looked up at him and for a moment the two sat there in silence just looking at each other softly.

Bright was then the one to brake the silence.

"Right well...now that that mishap is all figured out I really should get going" he didn't exactly have an excuse but he didn't want to talk to William any longer.

Not because he had any problem with him, he actually felt better and more comfortable than he had been In ages after spending less than 10 minutes with him.

But William said that he wanted to "get to know Bright" and he liked William to much already to let him realise just how terrible he really was and the mistake he was making.

If William wanted him as a progeny now....better keep it that way.

So he left after making a motion with his body that resembled an awkward excuse for a bow, his face was bright red (ha!) After that.

William smiled to himself and finally opened his eyes.

"It seems I have my work cut out for me with this 'Bright eyes'"

He was disappointed that their time was so short but he shrugged it off.

He picked up his phone and began to make a call to Samuel.

"Hello Samuel, I like to request a meeting with you"

.............

"In a few days"

..........

"Alright~ alright~"

When he finished his call he made a new one directly afterwards.

"Hello, yes it's good to hear from you!~ do you have any free time to come by the house and fix a crack, presumably also a hole, in one of my walls?~"

..............

"Thank you, goodbye~".

(Credits go to @darlin-collins for the idea and thanks for proof reading and all the complements 💙🧡)

I haven’t said anything asshole-y for a hot minute so let me just say that slight empathy and some mutual suffering are not good enough reasons to me to ship a 11 year old girl with a man in his late twenties, SanSan shippers.

Like if you wanna protray the ship as a toxic or disfunctional relationship(like say, most things thramsay) that’s understandable and could be interesting!!, don’t get me wrong. But claiming that it isn’t in any form problematic or weird/gross is mind boggling to me.

celebrating 15 years of dan and phil [5/15]

gifts through the years

if they brought back hopper they can bring back our feral raccoon boy

“sex/love is what makes us human!” people when then realize other animals do the same:

okay okay okay I already showed this little clip to so many other people but like !!

I’m rewatching the show for the first time again since it was cancelled (I’m very emotional about this at the moment) and look at this !! look at Lucy and George !!!!!!

she can’t contain her excitement !! and George is who she chooses to show it to !!!!

their friendship is so good !!!! and it gets even better as the books go on !!!!!!!!!!! I’m insane over them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FAITH (silly version) in GHOST: RITE HERE RITE NOW (2024)

No you don't understand, I find it cringy so therefore it's a cardinal sin to do it- some fuckhead

Y'all need to realize that people's identity doesn't harm you, like bro who cares if someone named bug, who uses cat/it pronouns, identifies as a fox and has xenogenders? Like it's not harming you is it? Let people live their life, if they are happy and they're not harming anyone or themselves, who the hell cares?

i think the thing that bugs me most about the "earth is a deathworld" genre as a whole, from a narrative structure sense, is that they almost always combine it with human exceptionalism. like humans are the dominant species on earth yes but that's because being a tool user is like going at evolution with console commands enabled.

even if all the aliens are super physically frail for whatever contrived reason, that's basically irrelevant to "your materials science must be this good to build spacecraft", and materials science trumps physicality for tool users.

aliens encountering earth for the first time wouldn't be like "whoa a planet of ubermenschen to save us from insert-evil-imperialist-species-here i'm glad someone found a way to make the noble savage narrative about white people" it would be "why are so many of their signals celebrating the eradication of another species shouldn't that be a traged-holy fuck I'm glad this variola thing is dead. what do you mean they sequenced its entire genome"

written for @steddiemicrofic prompt: hole | words: 404 | rated: G | cw: none

There's nothing quite like waking up to the feeling of a wet tongue on his cheek, Eddie is coming to find. "Morning to you too, Strider," he mumbles, still half asleep.

Strider barks, tail wagging as he bumps his cold nose against Eddie's forehead and jumps off the bed. Eddie sighs, but can't help the smile that stretches across his face. It took Steve six months to convince Eddie to adopt a dog and two since Strider came home with them. It's been a change to their routine, of course, but Eddie wouldn't trade their dog for the world. Especially with how happy he makes Steve.

And speaking of Steve… The bed is empty, sheets cold, so Eddie makes his way to the kitchen. There's already a pot of coffee waiting there for him. He serves himself a cup and goes in search of his husband. Food can wait.

Eddie finds Steve on the back porch, hands on his hips and staring out in the distance. He comes to a stop next to him and leans against his side, shoulder to shoulder, and asks, "What are we staring at?"

"That," Steve says, pointing a finger.

Eddie follows with his gaze and groans when he spots what Steve is showing him. "Another?"

"Yup." Steve nods. "I don't know how he keeps doing this without us catching him."

This takes the form of a perfectly round hole dug into the middle of their yard. It's the third one they've found this month, all made by their wonderful dog and presented for them to find in the mornings. Strider chooses that moment to come padding over. He sits his butt down at Steve's feet and lets his tongue out--the perfect picture of doggy happiness.

"We know what you did," Steve tells him, not pleased. "And you don't even look guilty."

"He probably thinks it's a game," Eddie points out. He bends down so he can give Strider some pets. "Isn't that right, boy?"

"Don't encourage him," Steve grumbles when Strider turns on his back and shows his belly to Eddie.

Eddie gives him more pets. "I'm not. We're definitely going to have to do something about it."

Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah."

Eddie straightens up and snakes an arm around Steve's waist, pulling him closer. "Are you regretting getting a dog?"

Steve looks from Eddie towards Strider, entire face going soft. "Never."

I always said I didn’t “ship” phan for the same reasons you said. I just admire and respect their relationship and enjoy their dynamic, but then my sister hit me with “how is that not shipping?” And I really couldn’t fight that. But hard agree that ranking a real and private relationship among “ships” is kind of uncomfy

they are in a romantic relationship, it’s a real thing, it’s not something that we “want” or “imagine” or “wish” to be real. how is that shipping? i get that if they weren’t or if we didn’t know about it and wanted them to be together regadless of the truth (like it was for some period of time) then yeah, i would agree with that rating or whatever. but right now, it really doesn’t make sense unless you change the definition of a word shipping. i mean, sure, people can do whatever they want i just don’t want to be a part of it. when people ask me if i ship Dan and Phil i say no, because saying yes would be like saying that wood is a metal.

quote from mister chuck palahniuk. drawings by me.

there are two (2) women i would let top me and their names are Jessi and Hyuna