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On antisemitism, christian supremacy, sexism and some very personal events of my life as a traumatized teen mexican jew back in junior high (14yo).

Lyrics are from “Movie (Never Made)” by Silver Mt. Zion. Couldn’t get any more Jewish than that.

Some of my favorite pandemic/epidemic/apocalypse tropes ever

Suicidal person figuring out just how strong their will to survive is during a surprise epidemic. They figure out they want to live, just a different, better life.

Person who's unable to leave their home out of social anxiety or other mental illnesses is the only one who can (and will) save a neighbor child in danger.

A bullying victim protecting their bully during a zombie apocalypse. They never like each other, but they both want to live, so they fight alongside each other.

Someone with a lot of "stupid video game knowledge" having the smartest ideas and survival techniques. If only anyone listened to them...

Disabled or chronically ill person on a constant hunt for medication. In exchange for medication, they build sick weapons out of random objects.

Slow runners, people bitten by zombies, bad fighters, believing they will die early... surviving.

Abuse victims letting out their anger on their now transformed abusers.

Abusers dying early and painfully in general.

Animals surviving. Or animals transforming into really cool mutants that can't feel any pain anymore.

Mutants. Half Zombies. Half Monsters. People who should transform but their will to live is too powerful for their infected flesh.

Murderers and Assassins now focusing on saving as many people as they can with their skills.

Drug addicts seeing invisible monsters when they're tripping out way before anyone else.

That one person receiving survival tips and instructions from a transformed, but benevolent being.

Monsters that don't attack. Monsters with memories of their humanity. Monsters that reflect their own mental state after their transformation. Monsters that make you feel sorry for them. Monsters with a good reason.

That person responsible for everything saves everybody by sacrificing themselves.

TW: bullying, long vent/rant, attempted murder.

I was bullied. I was heavily bullied. I'm autistic and gender non-conforming. Still far from the tripple-whammy that kid in #4 was dealt. I went to the school. I ignored the bullies. I tried to be the bigger person. It did not stop. I was called names, slurs, I was threatened, I was hatecrimed, I was followed. I tried to stand proud. I went to the school. I went to my parents. I went to my therapist. It did not stop. I was still not safe. walked the walk, I danced the dance, I said the magic words. It did not stop. I was not safe. The only thing that ever happened to stop the bullying was getting expelled after getting within 2 minutes of murdering another student. I ended up telling my biology teacher that I had a knife and needed to be stopped. It should not have gotten that far. I should not have had to take things into my own hands. I should not have felt that that was the only remaining option. I still feel that that was my only remaining option. I still feel that I had no other choice to protect myself. I still feel worse because of it. If I was back there - when I get back there - I promise you I will not stop. If the school does not do anything, if the people around me do not do anything, if I am alone again against those people I do not believe I will tell someone, I do not believe I will stop. I do not believe that the past year has done anything but make me bitter and alone. I do not believe I am any better of a person than before. I think I did the right thing. I think doing the right thing only ended up making everything worse.

Humanity will fall and it will be beautiful when we do.

i will never forget when i had to go to a parent-teacher conference thing and the moms wanted to address bullying and the principal for some reason decided to say "you know who is the real victim? me" and we were stunned

Rant time!

Warnings: weight, fat shaming (kinda), underweight, bullying ig?, oral retainers ig, thoughts of murder, violent thoughts, thinking of hurting others

looooove when my LITTLE sister decides it's a good idea to poke at literally every imperfection

Mimicking my lisp because I have metal retainers in as if her teeth don't look like shit (mine used to look worse but I have straight teeth now)

Getting on my case for having low grades when I have trouble remembering to pass things in due to a weird system

Badgering me for my messy room when I don't have the motivation nor energy to clean it because I'm tired after school

Shoving it in my face that I'm short when she knows I want to be taller than I am (she's taller)

Teasing me about looking fat all the time when in reality, I'm a perfectly healthy weight for my age, and my height (she looks like she doesn't eat and is very clearly underweight)

Telling me I look like shit and have poor taste in clothing when what I do is dress comfortably and put my hair up to keep it out of my face and off the back of my neck

Saying I'm stupid for not getting references and memes about things I haven't seen

Pestering me about not being able to see something when only her RED led lights are on when the walls are painted a DARK BLUE and the bunk bed frame is DARK BROWN (I couldn't find a cord she was trying to give me, the cord is black and it was in the shadows)

So anyways, I regret asking for her

Update from the next day, she's calling me slow again and making fun of my 'low intelligence'

I fucking hate her I'm having the stabby thoughts and I wish it was legal to kill her but it's not but I want to rip her fucking eyes out but jail and death row would suck

Like this?

What if Skid feels things very deeply and isn't actually oblivious to all dangers around him, his skeleton mask is just really bad at replicating his actual facial expressions and he's pretending to be stupid and one day him and Pump are being bullied by Roy or whatever and his expression is like ":/" until Skid just pushes his mask off and reveals the face of a child traumatized beyond belief

Hello AT fandom, please be warned of a person called “averagebazfan” who’s going around and harassing people on tumblr.

Over here they have found and linked their tumblr on a discord server, if you see this person around BLOCK him immediately! Stay safe guys.

Stories I made!  No Place Like Home a story where i take all my friends and turn them into domestic animals because why not? A goofy story without a bunch of sad stuff TW: there is bullying in this story Plot: Not really a plot just some friends goofing around   Cadaver Hills a story about a feline named Carrion and her god-fearing parents. TW: there's a lot of violence in this story as well as gore and major bullying Plot: A feline named Carrion lives under fear of the gods above because of her family’s strong religious beliefs.   Bugs a school project about feline bug hybrids.  TW: there's violence and bullying in this story Plot: A young feline-butterfly named Peaches is given a dream prophecy by his late grandmother to return the sun to the sky and he is joined by Frost, a former warrior and Bumble, a kitten with the urge for adventure   Ruthless a story about a group of animal outcasts who study witchcraft and magic. TW: there’s gore and violence in this story as well as discrimination. Plot: A group of hybrids turned outcasts for their mixed species set out to be number one. Domestication a story about a molly now named Stray who learns that she doesn't know everything about the world she lives in. TW: there's gore, violence and animal slaughter in this story. Plot: a former house pet who is thrown out by her housefolk discovers more about the modern world she lives in. Set in 2070 in a cyberpunk city.  Paranormal a story about a group of college students discover ghosts around their college. TW: there’s bullying in this story and mentions of parents divorcing. Plot: their all furries.  Bakery Mice a story about food based rodents living in restaurants and bakeries TW: there's minor misgendering and transphobia in this story. Plot: a cheesecake themed rat named well, Cheesecake and her best friend Cocoa adventure into other shops to meet other rodents like them.   PMD: Crystal Coven a fan-based story about a Pokémon team named Team Peacha who discover a coven based around researching an extinct species known as “Humans” Plot: Team Peacha, fresh out of Wigglytuff’s guild are ready to help other Pokémon out! However, a coven they discover may put a dent in their plans.

Myth Like No Tomorrow a collab story between me and my best friend about a world where mythical creatures and humans co-exist TW: there is bullying and fighting in this story Plot: a cow centaur named Hazelnut is accepted into a college for both monster and humans alike and befriends the head of the student council, Hydra.

Lupine a pack of stray dogs set out to find a new home after its been destroyed by humans. TW: there's death, major violence and cannibalism in this story. Plot: After their main guild is destroyed by humans, a group of strays look for a new home while avoiding the many dangers of the world. Help Wanted! a spoiled brat named Chloe is kicked out by her parents to get a job at a failing café TW: mentions of past bullying Plot: Chloe, a blonde corgi who is spoiled rotten by her parents is kicked out to get a job at an old café. Warriors a roleplay (I think) between me and my friends TW: death and blood Plot: a clan known as harvestclan is struggling to survive with the lack of prey in the area as well as threatening clans near by.

All His Attention -MHA

Yandere Bully!Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Context: Bully Bakugou is obsessed with you no matter how little interest you show in him, but is in for the shock of his life at the sports festival when you reveal you aren't as passive as you seem

Note: Reader is lowkey supergirl but just doesnt want to be a hero. Reader is regarded as fem but it really plays little part in the story. Reader is besties with Midoriya. SWEARING AND BULLYING!

(This was requested by the lovely @oyasumimosura . I was so happy I could write this, although it hurt me being rude to my fav Izuku but that's okay. ToT. Still LOVED this prompt and I hope I did it justice.)

Bakugou was a prodigy. He was what every parent wanted their child to be (minus the attitude). He was good looking, top of his class, athletically inclined, blessed with a strong quirk and had successful fashion designer parents. He was that dude. He knew he could get anything he wanted, whether he needed to use intimidation, money or violence to get it didn’t really matter to him.

But there was one thing he could never understand. One thing that always had him questioning.

Why would someone like you stand up for Midoriya?

At first Bakugou thought you were just another quirkless loser. It seemed fitting. Birds of the same quirkless feathers flock together. But seeing Midoriya with friends irked him. He hated seeing that damn nerd even have a sliver of a girl's time. He was being punished for not accepting his place in society, so Bakugou couldn’t just let Midoriya have this.

But when Bakugou started bullying you, annoying you, making your life a living hell in school, you never relented. He did everything. He would pull at your hair, burn pages of your homework, trip you in the halls, call you names. The list went on and on and yet you didn’t say or do anything to him. Always giving him a stupid friendly smile like that damn nerd and continuing on with your day.

What made it worse, was that even after he would give Midoriya a nice firm beating, you would always run straight past him and go on your knees to help Midoriya. He never got it. Why would you help that green haired loser? Bakugou had threatened you time and time again about if you stayed close to Midoriya, he would make your life hell. You didn’t seem to care.

Midoriya would urge you to leave, to go and that he would see you later. He didn’t want you ever to get hurt because of him (bless his sweet soul). You would stand up in front of him, blocking the path from Bakugou to Midoriya. You wouldn’t stand for all the abuse Bakugou had put him through. You stood up to him. Even after Bakugou grabbed you by your collar and practically snarled down at you, burning your collar in the process, you didn’t move. You met him on with a tough gaze and anger burning in your eyes.

Since that day it was like Bakugou could never look at you without feeling like he had to have you. You weren’t entirely docile when it came to him. You weren’t a doormat but you weren’t exactly fighting back either. It entranced him.

He didn’t know whether he wanted to break you down or just keep you all to himself. The fact that he thought you were quirkless went out the window.

Now with his newfound obsession for you, Midoriya got less of the brunt of Bakugou’s attention (#BroccoliLivesForAnotherDay. #SaveBrotherIzuku!), but now you were the centre of Bakugou’s attention.

“Aww come on, Trick Candle.” He would taunt you. He gave you that nickname because just like a trick candle, just when he thought you would burn out, you always came back to life again. “Don’t you want to come sit with me?” He asked you, a wide shit eating grin on his face. “I promise you, I won’t pull on that pretty hair of yours.”

You kept your lunch close to you as you kept on walking. “No thanks, Bakugou.” You would tell him, speed walking away from him to get to Midoriya.

It seriously ticked Bakugou off to have you reject him, HIM of all people, to go sit with Izuku Midoriya.

No matter though. He had heard you had applied to get into UA and had surprisingly gotten into general studies. Bakugou was going to UA. He was going to make sure while he was there to show you once again who he was and how powerful he truly was. Then you would have to be with him.

With the days leading up to the UA Sports festival all Bakugou could do was try and not explode. Somehow that damn nerd had made it into the Hero’s course. What made it worse is now he suddenly had a quirk and you were all over that damn nerd. You were his closest friend after all.

It made Bakugou sick.

How the hell could someone go from quirkless to having a quirk over a summer. It made no sense, and somehow still keep all your attention despite you being in general studies. Bakugou knew he just had to prove himself worthy of your attention at the Sports Festival.

Miraculously, as if the heavens had heard his wish, he was face to face with you at the Sports Festival. You were the only general studies student left in the festival for your year and so it was a big deal. Bakugou was more than happy to be up against you. He didn’t plan to hold back of course. He had way too much respect for you to do that.

No.

He just wanted to show you just how much he was holding himself back when it came to you and everyone else. He could show you just how much stronger he was.

Then the battle started. You evaded some of his attacks at first. Dodging them and moving your body away. Until you weren’t. Bakugou was fast at adapting, at using his quirk and instincts. He overwhelmed you with explosion after explosion, a sadistic grin on his face. He was toying with you. It was clear to see he was having fun with this.

“It never made sense to me why you were always with that stupid nerd.” He taunted to you loudly. An explosive punch to your back, pushing you down on the hard cement. “He’s nothing. You could have been something but you chose to surround yourself with him. How pathetic.” Another kick, another punch. You stayed silent, taking what he was dishing. You had to hold back. “Such a shame that I’ll have to beat the shit out of him again. Might just give him another black eye just for you, Trick candle.” Before he could land another punch to you, you grabbed his hand stopping him midway.

You glared up at him. That’s when Bakugou saw it. The flash of pure and utter rage. The seething anger and passion towards him. It sent a chill down his spine and a rush of rage. “You’re a dick.” You stated simply and before he could retort something back, you punched him, releasing some of your quirk.

Bakugou went flying out of the centre stage, into the bottom wall of the stadium. You glared down at him. You had been holding back that punch since elementary school. Everyone was greatly shocked out how you, who was seemingly quirkless just punched someone as strong as Bakugou Katsuki out of the ring. Midoriya for one, was speechless.

“OHHHHHHHH YAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Present Mic shouted from above making the stadium cheer. You didn’t want their cheers or praise. If anything, you hoped you could forfeit the next match. “Y/N HAS WON THIS ROUND FOLKS!” He announced, your face appearing on the giant screens above. You made your way out from the centre not really wanting to dwell on it.

Bakugou couldn’t remember anything after getting his lights punched out. He woke up in the infirmary, his cheek felt sore and his head was pounding. “Shit.” He groaned as he clutched his head.

Recovery Girl moved to hand him an ice pack. “You awake, dear?” She asked. He let out a grunt as an answer as he sat up. He looked up at the small screen in the recovery bay. He saw a repeat of what had just happened to him, while everyone got ready for the next fight. Recovery Girl laughed. “You’re lucky it was just a concussion. You should take it easy the next few days, alright sweetie?” She told him as she pat him on the arm.

Bakugou couldn’t care about what the old lady was saying. All he knew was you just punched his lights out. You. Seemingly quirkless you with a whole lot of secrets. Bakugou knew two things from that moment onwards.

One, you were hiding your true self and he needed to find out who that was.

Two, he was officially in love with you. And if he was in love with you, there was no way he was ever going to let you go.

You had all of his attention.

-Glitch1d

Like this? Check out a similar post called: Pretty. Where reader calls realizes just how pretty Bakugou Katsuki is.

Thanks for the read! <3

i’m kinda scared of my old hs classmates trying to reconnect w me bc i was also the chubby quiet girl in school . . . and most of them hated me, so much so to the point where they’d torment me every day just bc i was fatter than everyone else and didn’t have many friends :( and i feel like it’d only be for the sake of clout or them being immature and bitter years after we’ve graduated . . . anyway that might’ve been a bit much but just know that i, along w the rest of us here, are in ur corner !! sending u lots of love and virtual hugs <3 🥺🤍🦋☁️🫶🏾

looking back at it, those are the days i feel used. i remember these circle of hot girls dared one of their friend to borrow my comb and uses it then when she gets back they laughed. the questions of how much i weighed and should do better and stuff made me cry and keel in anxiety. forcing me to speak and stuff. i'm still crying over it.

hs is just so mean that is being fat that bad?

sending back the love and virtual hugs in triple to you, nonnie. thank you!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦

ft. bully gojo satoru and geto suguru

content warnings college au, heavy bullying, alcohol consumption, smut, dubious consent, humiliation, gojo and geto's pov, threats, abuse of power, not proofread. dead dove do not eat.

notes nothing eventful about this. only gojo and geto's pov and the next chapter is going to be serious for real. it might be a boring chapter to you. as always thank you for the endless support of this. a major timeskip will happen in the next chapter.

taglist: @missakward123 @lupitalove @i00bear @socialanxietyvictim @tourmalxine @labelt-san @ghostlyworld @kashxyou @chiiiiiiiiiiifuuuuuuuu @cute-sucker @skii-high @boyimjustaloserforyourlove @jossayuuu @bubblesandsand1-0 @ply4vnce @witchymermaid12 @luna-v-roiya @mariyumemi @sinfullygay @higurumapet @kvk6433gkcigv @s-j320

SERIES MASTERLIST

synopsis they didn't know that would be the last time they will see you.

it's almost natural.

how your body melds against their own. filling the gaps and crevices and the comfort it brought to them. they can't help it. how your body provided warmth and the pleasure as it courses throughout their body. you were simply divine on your own. the clothing they bought for you was simply irresistible on you. they never tell you that but their actions told you.

the blue and white corset type top of they bought for you sealed the deal. flattering the shape of your body and just makes the swell of your stomach makes it more sexier than it was. the shopping trip was really the way to get you out of your boring clothes and access was made easier.

“twirl.” suguru order you to so and you spun your heel. turning around slowly for them to examine. “you look pretty for once.” geto smirks in approval. drinking in the sight of your plump figure in that top paired with that black skirt that rest in your mid-thigh showing that thick thighs squished together.

“don't be so fucking tense.” satoru's voice rumbles. annoyed by your shaking. it was the nerves. it wasn't the mocking kind of voice he uses to you instead it was harsh. chastising you for such rigid posture. “satoru, you can be so stern sometimes. go easy on (y/n). she's not used to this.” geto tuts at gojo's behavior. satoru rolled his eyes at him. “that's why she should start learning to be grateful.” shaking his head and he looks at you. shivering and cowering in the sound of his voice. it doesn't help that they were both staring at you like a piece of meat to be examined.

the duo stands up from they were seated. their tall stature towering over you and helpless you are when they surrounded you like this. “that's only for the good, baby. we're going to a party later and we need you to look best, okay?” suguru explains it to you and thus wiring your brain to believe it was only for the good. damn well you know they have the reputation to uphold. “maybe, we can help you to loosen up?” he added. “just trust us.” he says and his hands are holding to the exposed skin where your skirt doesn't cover it.

your lips are warm. smooth too as it brushes to his lips. there's also a hint of sweetness of it too. maybe that's the reason why he likes kissing you. groaning when you pull his hair as he kisses you. swirling his tongue in the expanse of your mouth while his friend kisses your other lips. he can't stop. how he can stop when you taste so good. air was being a problem too. although it frustrates him from the lack of air he needed to let go. both of you are softly panting. catching each other's breaths and gojo stares at your face. you got eyes that can rival his even it's the same as everyone else but when he say it is, it is. he stares at it. trying to find the answers you possibly hold in this life and maybe it's in there and his eyes went to your lips. the softest pair of lips he had kissed. it was like mochi. soft when you bite into it and before he could get lost to your eyes. he catches your lips again and he wishes that breathing isn't such a problem.

suguru let out a satisfied hum. your skirt are carefully bunched in your waist while his large hands holds your ass. your legs are hooked to his shoulders while he laps at your heat. flicking his tongue against your holds and sucking your cute, little bean that got you whining. muffled by his friend's mouth who got you silent. his hand possessively wrapped around your round stomach. your thighs trembled, it made him feel goddamn proud that you were so feeling good that you unconsciously grind to him. you say you don't like it but your body doesn't lie.

“ngh-mmm” geto hums as he hear you whine in the kiss. you're getting close so he sticks his finger into your dripping hole. sucking your clit while he pumps his finger to your cunt. obscene noises of your cunt squelching as he thrusts his fingers fueled him more to pump it faster until your thighs are too weak to support itself.

gojo breaks the kiss. swiping his lips with his tongue at the saliva both of you exchanged. “look, suguru. (y/n)-chan's cumming.” he said in astonishment. biting your lips as suguru push you into your release. the man below you bestowed only harsh sucks to your poor little clit. gojo laughing at your reaction before dipping to pepper your cheeks with kisses going down to your nape and to your neck. “haaa” you moan out as suguru brought you to your release. your juices gushing down and staining his mouth in which he laps up. not wasting a drop. he licks his lips and seductively licking his fingers clean. “now, it's our turn.”

eyes almost rolling in the back of their head. eyes closed as they came inside you. cocks throbbing as spurts after spurts of their cum are deeply spilled inside of your holes. satoru can't help but to curse. muttering fuck as your cunt squeezes his cock that is deeply nestled inside you and suguru bites your ear. you weren't doing good either. softly panting, sweat beading in your face from how good they have fucked you. almost limp in their hold and after the glow of their post orgasm. they carefully laid down their play toy.

suguru watches you scramble to grab the wet wipes you always have after they dumped their load inside you. running down in your thighs as their spent quickly dried upon being exposed in the cold air. he grabs the wipes from your hand and kneels in front of you. kissing your thighs first before gently wiping the stains of their cum. he wanted you to look presentable, after all you were going to a party. your first, not surprised anything from your lack of experience. people would not want to waste time to talk with you let alone invite you. you're only getting the ticket because of them.

he slowly pulls your skirt down. straightening the slight crumple of your skirt by flattening it between his fingers. he almost laughs seeing as your thighs quiver. you recover slow than the both of them. in his kneeled down position, he can see your stomach poking from that tight corset top. it really does suit you. he and satoru bought that top for you in a size smaller just to see the features you have that you are bothered it. see as you squirm and pull that tight fit clothing in your body so they just could reprimand you.

it's a damn well spent of a money. that he can't help but to say it aloud. your face turning into one of a bashful expression and he finds you so adorable and easy to play with. just say something good and you turn putty in them that it was getting difficult to let you go. satoru being the one who keeps insisting about you. yapping about you every time when you're not around. he keeps his hands holding your thighs together while satoru plays the bow in your top. enthralled by it like he was some sort of a cat. “suguru, can we have more with (y/n)-chan?” absentmindedly asking him about it. geto taps your thighs after he was in cleaning you up. suguru thinks about it but they're already running late even he still wants to. you're just damn irresistible in your new clothes. carefully chosen by them.

suguru chuckles. “idiot, we're already running late, after that we can.” satoru's expression changes into something of annoyed. what a spoiled brat. he thinks but the latter quickly agreed with him. “tch, party pooper.” he ignores the comment and moves his attention to you. he notices the look in your face. one that he knows that you're in a huge discomfort and everything bothers you. nervously chewing your bottom lip.

he grasp your jaw to look at him. “smile, this is your first real party. you're going to enjoy this.” you simply nod then his tone that is somewhat comforting changes into something more of commanding. “ditch us and you know what will happen.” he warns you cause simply you have the habit of being a stubborn bitch. known for defying orders from them and go later crying after being punished. then he simply smiles as he lets go of your jaw.

this is peak college. what really defines college is the parties. the loud music, the shouts of everybody who is simply having fun or simply getting wasted and mostly the pretty girls they can ogle at.

suguru and satoru both glances at you behind them. you look like you were going to run and cry and before you could do anything of what they were thinking. they pull you. shoving you inside with them and a smile instantly lit in their faces. they are what makes a party complete. they ignored you as the passes everybody who greeted them. girls who wants the time of their life and guys who either looks up on them or completely despises them. both grabbing their drinks and satoru caught a glimpse of that zen'in heir annoyingly coming to them.

fuck naoya zen'in. the damn guy was like a year younger than him and acts like they were equal since he insists on convincing them that they were on the same breeding and status alike. they were kings and everything is just plebians around them but satoru contradicts everything of it. his only equal was suguru and everyone else is nothing.

he made it clear and since then naoya started to hold animosity for him. well, he does. who could blame him. he's gojo satoru. he's blessed and could be god's divine creation.

“gojo you son of a bitch. you came.” naoya greeted him and although was gojo was putting a facade he did want nothing more than to wipe the smirk on naoya's face. he just greeted him the same. a way that he could pissed the damn guy.

“ah, zen'in. wouldn't miss this just i could wipe that smirk off your face.” he almost laugh as naoya's smile drops. already quipping a snarky remark until he notices you and satoru didn't like that one bit from how naoya was looking at you. naoya's demeanor turning into a flip upon laying eyes on you. a smirk on his lips. “you two in fat bitches now?” pointing at you with cup in his hands and he scoffs. “none of your business, zen'in.” shooting him a glare but thanks to the dark glasses he wore, naoya's oblivious to it. “then you two wouldn't mind me using her.” he suggested and before he can respond, he hears suguru clicking his tongue. annoyed and pissed and it was not like suguru to get worked up over this. “fuck off.” it was obvious from what suguru wants and naoya sensing the venom in geto's words, raises his hand in mock defeat and disappears in a place where they don't give a shit about.

he was just so angry that naoya could look at you the way they see you. out from anger and he sees you standing behind them. he can't stop the words coming out from his mouth. “you're an embarrassment.” he says without hesitation and he maybe did regret saying that to you after seeing you bite your lower lip and the quick blinking of your eyes that you were holding tears. adding to injury was satoru trying to calm him down. “hey, hey suguru.” gojo taps his shoulder. “let loose, don't naoya get to you.” his best friend assures him and glances down to you. his bright blue eyes peering to show you he was serious and then let the salt burn to your wound. “you're right.” he pauses for a bit with eyes cold staring at you. “find a seat, (y/n). you're embarrassing us now with you around.” he watches you slowly retreat to lick your own wounds.

fuck. he shouldn't have said that. naoya getting better to him and what the hell he is thinking. he couldn't give a damn about what you were feeling. he needed a drink and so then he left satoru and also keeping tabs in where you are. a good girl. you settle in the corner where wasted and just other students who were just to chill gathered.

this is a party and he was going to enjoy it. he quickly grabs a bottle then proceeds to talk with someone who didn't bother to remember their name. just get down to whatever nonsense he can ride on. this is better until his anger simmers down. a temporary distraction to what he really feels and satoru could fuck himself for now.

“satoru.” gojo was taking a swig of his drink when a girl approached him. calling his name like they were lovers but it was more like an ex-fling. never had a relationship with her. she was only a temporary fun. “ah, sar—ah, sayuri.” he almost curses at himself. sayuri playfully pouts at him and there it is, the batting of eyelashes. “that's mean, satoru. you already forgot me.” her lips puckers before placing a hand in his chest. if this was a another party of gojo and he really liked this girl. he briefly remembers her. sayuri — he had hots for her a long time ago.

he would have taken her upstairs but you were here. he caught you in the corner. you were like a child in awe at the people in this house. gojo almost chuckles at your cute antics but suppressed it and then a cruel idea pops in his mind. “missed me?” he asks sayuri and there was no answer needed as he crashes his lips to sayuri. his sight never leaving yours and when you caught him. he watch as your eyes widens, you lower your head in embarrassment before chugging that drink in your cup in one swig. he smirks in the kiss as he watches you wiped your tears away. he always liked making you cry.

did he kiss this chick just to see you get upset. yes, he did. your reactions are priceless and tonight you didn't disappoint. thanks to this sayuri girl. he pulls her more just to kiss her deeper out of gratitude.

this was starting to bore him and suguru dismisses himself. wanting to be in your presence again. he did promise himself to show you a good time cause this was your real party you were going to experience. he still finds you in the corner where you made yourself comfortable. instead of watching the crowd like you the wallflower you are. he finds you with your head hung low and your hands wiping the tears rolling down in your cheeks. you were used to their harsh words and you did cry in almost of them but never publicly. it was for their eyes only and seeing you in distress that you weren't ashamed to bawl your eyes out he finds the reason.

suguru is no stranger to finding satoru making out with some random girl cause he is too. whomever he finds interesting and good enough gets him, so is satoru. he taps his friend's back to gain his attention in which he successfully did. shoving the girl he was making out with earlier. “what suguru?” sometimes satoru was just simply annoying him with questions but he didn't have the strength to entertain his silly questions when there are more important matters and that is you leaving this party.

he points the door where you just left and satoru gets the message and so then they passed the crowd to follow.

it wasn't hard to find you with the students who was going in the same way with you and they were pissed that they had to get away from that crowd just to get you. you better prepare yourself they're not getting easy on you after this.

they easily catches up to you. their tall stature made it easier for them. gojo was the first one to grab you. pulling your arm harshly to stop you from your tracks and turning you around to face them. “we told you, you don't leave without us. do you really want to get punished, (y/n)-chan?” he asks you but it was weird. along with your tear stained face. you were emotionless like you were numb. something is definitely wrong and suguru knows that too but ignored it cause they were angry at you or rather disappointed.

you were really being stubborn tonight. suguru was about to help satoru to drag you but you sat in the ground. you were giving them a hard time and they were calling for both of them and not wanting to be seen in commotion with you. geto warned you. “we're going back to you later.” and they left you followed by the cheers of the everybody partying as the stars once joined them again.

they didn't know that is the last time they were going to see you again.

you disappeared that night and they left for tomorrow to give you a lesson but instead you were gone. they went to your classes. your dormitory and asked your roommate but they were clueless or where you could have gone. it continued for a week and then your dorm room was nothing. no signs of you as they cleared out. suguru searched for your whereabouts. nothing. they also went to go as far contacting your parents but also nothing. they could be lying which maybe the case but satoru finds out, they were not.

there's only a message of what happened to you. a message from shoko. their closest friend who was currently interning at a hospital not far from the university.

shoko: what have you done you idiots!?

and it was just like that.

| bully! satosugu moodboard for my series

“you must feel lucky... no one has gotten our attention like you do and our attention is next to privilege. be grateful.”

“suguru, (y/n)-chan's cute if you took time to look at her. look, she's the softest. pinch her cheeks.”

“i might think about it, she got something to offer for us too other that, hmm. what do you think, satoru?”

Okay, Hi! I'm not sure if you're taking requests at the moment but is it okay that I ask for a lil something? So, I've been looking for Vincent Van Gogh x Readers FOR EVER and can never find any. If I can, can I request a Vincent Van Gogh (Clone High) x Reader? Maybe a clone of a great artist (made up haha) and is struggling with living up to their legacy? Good make for some good Angst/Fluff 😶

I gotchu! It's in my bio if anything 😉 Before I write this, here you have other amazing blogs that have written/are writing for Vin from Clone high:

@tearsofaclonehighfan

@clone-high-imagines

@thesfwwildsophia

Perfect in his eyes

Pairing: Vincent van Gogh x reader

Summary: Your art teacher is a mean prick who definktely shouldn't teach art. When he startd to compare you to the famous artist, which you are a clone of, you can't take it. Luckilly, Vincent won't let you suffer alone.

Warnings: insecurities, panic attack, bullying by teacher

A/N: (O/N) - original person's name, I hope this isn't too long for you 😅

Let happy Vinny bring you comfort 😌

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Being an artist was...nice, most of the time. Most of your lessons were pretty chill and you could really use your imagination and come up with new, interesting ideas and test your skills with each new piece.

Yeah, being an artist was pretty cool...

Until you got an assignment that is.

Most of your classmates never had any problems with assignments, some of them even preferred being given a topic for a drawing or a painting, but not you.

You hated being given a track that your piece had to follow. You loved to be creative with what you do and so the mundane topics like 'nature' 'city' 'a portrait' felt more like handcuffs than something to spike inspiration in you.

So naturally, you tried to push these boundaries as far as you could, just to see how much you could deviate from the original task.

The teachers, of course, didn't like that at all.

Another assignment turned in, another time period of waiting for the results. Another art class and yet another scolding...

"I would like for our dear (Y/N) to stand up, but only, of course, if that doesn't restrain their creativity." those were the teasing words of your teacher, dripping eith venom.

Not trying to agitate the man even more, you slowly stood up, looking him right in the eye with defiance. "I don't know how standing up would restrain my creativity." you said lowly, trying to match his venomous tone "But I know a thing that would." you finished with a smirk.

Your teacher sighed, trying to stay calm "As you all know" he adressed the class "the theme of your work was 'lovers'." he turned his attention back to you "Would you be so kind, (Y/N), and explain what is this?!" he held up your piece of three skeletons, dressed in elegant robes, dancing the night away while gazing lovingly at each other. Well...as much as they could...

"Those are lovers who even death didn't do apart." you calmly explained. "And why exactly are there three of them?" your teacher raised his eyebrows. You just shrugged "Why wouldn't there be?"

The man just huffed from the comfort of his chair and shook his head "When I said the theme was 'lovers', I meant it as real lovers. As if a realistic piece! Real people! I'm grading this work an F."

Now that made you angry. Not only did he interrogate you every time you handed in a new piece, but now he wants to grade it poorly even though you worked your ass off to create this? Seriously?? Does he know how many allnighters you had to pull to make it perfect?? "You told us to get creative!" You complained, done with this mans bullshit.

Your teacher looked apalled. How dare you raise your voice at him?! "I didn't mean-" But you wouldn't give him the chance to finish "Like that. You wanted us to get creative, but no, not like that. That's too much. Too creative. You're too close to being original and open minded individuals!" you mocked him, fake fright in your voice.

Your teacher, sensing you had him cornered, but refusing to let a teenager win, tried to blabber out "Well, if I'd let everyone do as they please, I wouldn't have to bother setting a theme!" "And maybe that would be for the better!"

Suddenly, a dark look set in his face. Your teacher abruptly stood up and slammed his hands on his desk "I am very dissapointed by your attitude! Do you know where will your disobedience get you? Do you?! Out on the street, that's where!"

His shouting made you flinch. When your teacher saw that, he smiled triumphantly. He was getting to you. With an almost sadistic satisfaction, he decided to push on "What do you think (O/N) would think of you, huh? Just think about how dissapointed she'd be in you. You've been given such a great talent and instead of pursuing (O/N)'s legacy you only do what you want. Do you think that's really necessary (Y/N)?"

You couldn't stand it. The fake honey like tone in his voice, the fake interest in you as a person. How he compared you to (O/N), as if tou weren't your own fucking person, but just a clone.

Your stomach twisted at the feeling of all of your classmates' eyes on you, waiting for a smart rebuttal, but you couldn't form a coherent sentence.

Everybody was still looking at you! Couldn't the teacher just tell you to sit already? Breathing was becoming harder by the second, you could feel cold sweat sprout on you forhead, your throat was dry like a desert and everybody was still. Looking. At. You.

And so you ran.

You bolted out of your seat, forgetting all about your stuff, and rushed out of the classroom.

You couldn't see it, but your teacher had a smile on his face, too drunk on his victory to see the tears streaming down your face or the obvious signs of an oncoming panic attack.

Meanwhile you made it around the corner, before your legs gave up. Luckily, you could fit yourself under the school staircase leading to another floor.

You huddled up next to the wall and hugged your knees to your chest, finally letting the tears freely flow.

You remained in the same position even after the bell rang and the halls were swarmed with students. You managed to calm down a little bit, but the lesson was playing in your head over and over and every time it did, new flow of tears came out.

Before you could start panicking about next lessons and how you were going to mask that you've been crying, let alone face your classmates, a familiar shy voice softly called out to you "Hey, uh, are you ok?" the voice said as you felt a tiny body slide next to you.

You rubbed your eyes to see more clearly over the tears and saw your tiny classmate, Vincent.

He looked worried as he scanned you over with those adorable blue eyes of his, his lips pursed into a thin line, his orange hair sticking out fromhis bandages.

"What are you doing here, Vinc? You'll be late for class." you hiccupped and turned your head away from him, facing the wall.

Vincent only shook his head "Doesn't matter, I just want to make sure you're ok." he searched for more words "That was pretty terrible back there."

As if on cue, at the mention of the incident in class, a new flow of tears made their way out of your eyes. "Please don't talk about it." you croaked, voice choked by your tears. The tiny redhead rapidly shook his head.

For a while, both of you were silent. You were desperately trying not to break down against Vincent and he was wrecking his brain, trying to find a way to soothe you at least a little bit.

"Do you...wanna talk about it?" he asked uncertainly, afraid to worsen your state. You sniffed for a bit and burried your head in your knees "I overreacted I guess..." you sighed "I just...He was right. I'll never be like them. I never was even remotely like them, not personality-wise, not even artistically-wise. I'm really not doing them any justice Vinc." you forced it out of yourself before sobbing again.

You felt the tiny painter lean against you and then he muttered "That doesn't have to be a bad thing, y'know?" You turned your head to look at him, one eyebrow quizzicaly raised. "I mean, look at me." Vincent chuckled and gestured to himself "I'm probably too much like the original van Gogh..." suddenly, Vincent slouched a little "Sometimes I wish I could be someone else. Maybe life wouldn't be as hard as it is."

You couldn't help but hug him. Vincent made a startled sound at that unexpected contact, but relaxed after a second and snuggled more into you. "Don't say shit like that, Vin. You're perfect the way you are. And I wouldn't want you any different." You pressed a kiss to the crown of his head.

"That applies to you too, y'know?" he mumbled into your chest, looking up at your face.

You giggled, your tearstained cheeks turning apple like red. And at that moment you two decided to ditch school and just stay there.

Just two teens, perfect for each other.

guys look at my shitty photoshop!

starting work with my new therapist has made me realize how much bullying was a formative experience for me. i have constructed myself entirely around the pain of being ridiculed and rejected, created for myself a new personality based on super rigid standards that i had to match in order to not hate myself

and now that i cant be magic teenage girl anymore i hate myself again lol

I started writing to express my authentic self, no matter how ugly or painful it is. I don’t usually share a lot of these on here but this felt essential.

Trigger warning though!

If you’re someone still going through the pain, or suffering the ptsd from the pain, I’m sorry for you but it gets better ❤️❤️

This perfectly shows how disgusting and actually scary the marauders were. Both in their early and later lives.

Imagine Severus Snape when he’s running away from the Marauders and hiding in various places

Imagine him getting to know Hogwarts well

Hiding in in various broom closets

Bathrooms

Empty classrooms

Imagine him waiting in fear

Thinking this time they might not find him

This time he might not have to go to the hospital wing to get his teeth back in

This time he won’t have to try and find a way to get back to the Slytherin dungeons naked

This time he won’t have to cast a spell on his clothes to stitch them back together

But no matter

Where he goes

Where he hides

No matter how secret the place is

They

Always

Find

Him

; the phrase " no one can bully my sibling(s) but ME !! " and others like that js .. Like I'm sorry ?? what ?? Like I have siblings, I know what it's MEANT to mean and that it's MEANT to be light hearted and ungenuine. But I've seen FAR too many cases where someone will genuinely bully their sibling(s) and instead of anyone saying " excuse me wtf ?? " It's js people being like:

; " that's siblings for you lol !! "

; or if anyone does object it's all " found the only child !! " like !?? UHHH ??? No, that's js bullying !! That's js fucking mean and fucked up and in some cases straight up abuse !! Like fuck that, that's not very sibling of you. That's not very decent being of you. What the fuck go apologise and then take the cactus that's apparently in your ass out and fucking eat it. ( pt: eat it :end pt )

An Outed Secret.

So, this one's a bit weirder than what I usually write. I just wanted to post something. Also, I just chose random names.

Summary - Nathan bullies the shit outta Simon. Usually. So, when someone reveals a huge secret of Simon's that changes his life, Nathan goes completely bat-shit.

TW - Swearing, bullying, harassing, outing someone's gender, transphobia

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It was never a surprise to find Nathan kicking Simon’s ass.

Complete opposite, they were. Simon was more creative and constantly scolded to act “normal” in the views of others. He was always different. Nathan was more harsh and stern, always following expectations of being strong and cruel. Even as opposites, they always cross paths.

And shit always hit the fan.

Nathan would always torment Simon, even for the smallest things. Accidentally sit next to his desk in physics? Punch in the face. But no one ever batted an eye. Not cause they were scared of Nathan, no. Because no one cared enough about Simon to be worried.

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It was another chaotic day in Black Diamond High School; A prestigious school, usually for the highly academic kids or the rich ones.

Simon was the mix of both.

Simon’s father was an important figure in the government, and his IQ was higher than most. It didn’t help his situation, being intelligent. It just made him more of a target for thinking differently.

Simon sat down at a desk in Chemistry, hours more preferred class. Most of his “friends” were here. At least, people who tolerated him.

He fiddled with his pencil, eying the clock warily. Nathan sat at the other end of the classroom and prayed it would stay that way. The teacher should be coming in a few minutes. “Just stay unnoticed,” he mentally told himself. Sadly, Nathan wasn’t the only one who found Simon weak and pathetic.

“Aww~ Is the freak sitting alone?” He heard a cackle and slowly turned around to face him. It was Orion, his second least favorite. Ruffling his hair, Orion gave a shit-eating grin. He plopped down on the seat next to Simon. “So, freak,” Orion started, making Simon flinch. Freak was his least favorite insult. Mostly because he believed they were right. “I heard that… you have a little secret? Is it true?” Simon looked at Orion in confusion, wondering what he was hinting at. Orion rolled his eyes, huffing.

“Is it true you’re a girl?”

Simon dropped his pencil, making the entire class’ attention go to them. Orion snickered at Simon’s horrified face. “So it is true! You are a girl! Ha!” He started laughing, and most of the class joined. Insults were hurled at him, calling him tranny, freak, and girl. He put his head on his desk and covered his ears, failing to see Nathan glaring at Orion.

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The next few days at school we’re shitty. There was no sugarcoating it. The ones who were decent to him abandoned him, not wanting to be a victim. His locker was vandalized with trans slurs and swears. Almost everyone threw insults through the hallway. When he went to the male restroom, he was thrown out for being a “pervert.”

Life sucked.

Today was no different, in full honesty. Simon was shoved against a locker, groaning in pain. “Can’t believe you’re this pathetic, girly.” Wincing, he was face to face with Orion. He quickly punched his stomach, making Simon yelp in pain. He clutched his stomach, the surrounding crowd laughing. Orion yelled insults, the others joining. Simon curled into a ball on the floor, crying silently. He looked up enough to see Orion about to throw a punch at his face.

At least, until someone pushed Orion away.

Orion was shoved before he could deliver the punch. Simon looked in the other direction, realizing the person was Nathan.

Nathan just saved Simon from a punch.

Nathan just saved Simon from a punch.

Glaring, Orion got up and grabbed Nathan by the collar. “The fuck was that for?!”

“For being a dick!” Nathan quickly punched Orion in the face, causing him to let go and clutch his jaw in pain. Orion was seeping with anger, tackling Nathan to the floor. People quickly flooded around them, attempting to get a close-up view of the fight. Simon got up and pushed his way to the front. Nathan was on top of Orion, pulling at his hair and clawing at his face. Orion was grabbing his shoulders, desperately trying to push him off. Orion had a bloody nose with a black eye forming. Nathan had a slap across his face, but nothing too major.

Simon could see in the distance a few teachers and officers sprinting to the scene. They shoved the other students out of the way and pried Nathan off. Still, Nathan was trying to resist and punch Orion. Some teachers had medical kits, trying to put ice on his black eye.

Simon gasped, recoiling when Nathan tried to punch the security guard. He slowly backed away and rushed out of the hallway.

The thought of Nathan fighting Orion lingered in the back of his head.

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Later that day, everyone avoided Simon.

It confused him. I mean, a few hours ago, everyone was beating him up, calling him slurs, and even threatening to reveal even more personal information. Now everyone ignored him. Some even looked scared or threatened by his presence. He shrugged it off, going on with his day. It was quite nice not being harassed every second of the day.

While walking past a hallway, there was another, smaller crowd. He was about to walk past, having enough drama for now, but heard a familiar voice.

“You little shit.”

Simon paused. Was that—

There was a bang against the locker. He could hear someone whimpering and trembling from fear, along with the flashes of photos and video recordings. Curiosity got the best of him, and he shoved his way through. Looking at the scene, he saw Nathan holding some girl by his collar against the locker. Simon recognized her as one who poured her yogurt on his head in the cafeteria. Nathan slammed her body into the locker again and growled with anger. “Fucking answer me! Did you do it?!” His grip grew tighter, the girl shaking while her friends watched. Nathan scoffed, pushing her to the ground. Her friends helped her up, but they were all visibly scared. He looked at the girl sympathetically. The girl and her friend group glared at him but stopped immediately when Nathan gave them a death stare. They scurried off, and the crowd slowly dispersed when the action ended. Simon was about to leave until a hand grabbed his shoulder.

“Simon.”

He jumped slightly, turning around. As he guessed from the deep voice, it was Nathan.

“N-Nathan, hi, Nathan, hi!” Simon stuttered and stammered, still nervous and socially awkward. He was always scared of Nathan. Just because he saved his ass earlier today doesn’t mean he’ll forget everything he did for years.

Nathan rolled his eyes, glaring at Simon. Still, there was something more in his eyes. Nathan never let go of his shoulder, keeping his grip tight, yet loose. His eyes softened when he saw how nervous Simon was. “Is it true?” He asked.

“What?”

“Are you really trans?” Nathan muttered, but his voice lingered with understanding. Simon let out a heavy sigh, putting his hands in his pockets. “It’s… a touchy subject.” Nathan looked deep into Simon’s eyes, finding nothing but the truth. “Right.” There was an uncomfortable silence between them, knowing it was a serious and personal topic.

Nathan looked like he wanted to say more, but decided against it. He suddenly grabbed Simon into a strong hug. It felt forced, but Simon thought it might be because he hadn’t had a hug in a while. It was quite awkward. Bring in a hog with someone who punched him in the face.

Still, it’s the thought that counts.

Nathan pulled away, and Simon swore he saw him slightly blush. Nathan did a fake cough and folded his arms. “I… I have to go.” He moved past Simon, probably going to his next class. Simon just stood there, thinking about what happened. So, his bully is not transphobic, hugged him, and blushed?

He shrugged it off, walking in the opposite direction. The blush was probably from embarrassment, right?

Right?

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i just randomly wrote this a few months ago. And then I found it, and decided "why not?" Anyways, I don't like it, but I said the same thing about Caretaker and I got a few comments that they loved it, so I don't know if I should say it again. Anyways, bye darlings!

Let's Talk About Izuku and Bakugou's Relationship

Happy New Year, everyone! Thought I'd kick 2024 off with a new post. I haven't written an in-depth analysis in a while, so I figured now was a good time.

So, I've touched on this before, many times in fact. If you've seen my other posts, you know that I think that the BKDK relationship is a clusterfuck of codependency, abuse, and toxicity. But I don't think I've ever analyzed it frame-by-frame, so here's an attempt.

Childhood

The lake scene has the most focus than any other flashback in the series. It's meant to show us why Bakugou hated Izuku; he assumed Izuku looked down on him and saw him as weak. It's supposed to support the idea that Bakugou has an inferiority complex that's been present since he was a kid and that's why he lashes out at Izuku and wants to be rid of him. Because Izuku makes him feel weak.

But this isn't true. Or, it doesn't paint the whole picture.

One thing the lake scene seems to gloss over is the fact that Bakugou was always mean to Izuku. Maybe he wasn't as harsh and could be written off as just a kid being a kid, but he still made fun of him. He still went out of his way to make him feel bad about himself and humiliate him. He called him "Deku" way before either of them were (or weren't) given a quirk.

And he only ever did this to Izuku, not the other kids part of his posse. He, even at such a young age, saw Izuku as an easy target, someone he could easily shove around because he knew Izuku wouldn't fight back (this would persist for the next ten years).

It's important to note that there's only one instance where Bakugou's behavior towards Izuku turns violent. It's when Izuku defends a kid that Bakugou and his posse are picking on. This is the moment where Bakugou becomes physically aggressive; not when he found out Izuku was quirkless, during the lake, or any time before. It's here, when Izuku stops being the defenseless wimp who won't stand up to him. He doesn't like that Izuku stepped out of the mold he had confined him to (I'll come back to this later).

The truth of their childhood together is that Bakugou was always inherently awful to Izuku. It wasn't like he experienced one bad moment that flipped a switch, Bakugou liked picking on Izuku from day one.

Middle School

There isn't much to say about their days at Aldera other than it's just a progression of escalation from their childhood. They've settled into their roles as abuser and victim. Bakugou knows he can say and do whatever he wants and Izuku won't defend himself because it's been the status quo for a decade.

He revels in that power he has over him, likes to remind Izuku of his "place." And if he steps out of line, Bakugou exerts that power over him to shut him right down, stressing his inability to do anything about his situation. It's a cycle of abuse.

Battle Trials

I've already talked about this scene before, but this is also another example as to what I was alluding to above.

As @delawaredetroit pointed out in a post from a while ago, Bakugou isn't feeling betrayed here. He himself has said time and time again that he and Izuku weren't friends. He cares about the fact that his victim now has power of his own.

All their lives, Bakugou had the power and Izuku was powerless. That was the dynamic they were used to and the one that Bakugou was aware and repeatedly took advantage of. But now, Izuku isn't powerless or defenseless. He no longer fits the mold that Bakugou had tied him to since childhood. That's why Bakugou is so upset; not because Izuku kept something from him but because the power imbalance between was shifting.

And it's why he tries to use guilt-tripping here. He wants Izuku to feel bad, wants to reestablish some of the control over him he just lost. And it works, because Izuku tells him he inherited his quirk completely unprompted after the fact. Bakugou knows he has the power in their relationship and has no issues abusing that power.

Sports Festival

I don't have much to say here, but I would like to point out something very inconsistent concerning Bakugou's interpretation of his relationship with Izuku. He claims that Izuku kept following him around and that he couldn't get rid of him, which attributed to his dislike. But even if that was true when they were 5, it's actually the opposite at least from middle school on.

Bakugou went out of his way to target Izuku in the first chapter/episode. He also tracked him down after the Sludge Villain incident. He's initiated every one of their confrontations in UA. And here, he deliberately eavesdropped on Izuku's conversation with Todoroki.

I don't know whether to call it hypocrisy or ignorance, but Izuku was content to leave Bakugou alone. Bakugou's the one who's constantly harassing and obsessing over him.

Final Exams

Izuku daring to display confidence and competence invokes immediate physical violence in Bakugou. He doesn't like that Izuku is talking to him like he's an equal, he doesn't like that Izuku dares to step outside of his role as a victim. Bakugou wants Izuku to act like he's below him and gets agitated when he doesn't do that. He, in this moment, cared more about putting Izuku in his place than his own grade.

Deku vs Kacchan Part 2

I mentioned that BKDK is codependent in the beginning of the post. This is what I mean.

Bakugou can't cope with the fact that he isn't the best and takes it out on the only target he has. Izuku had nothing to do with his shortcomings, but he still felt the need to establish superiority over him; a grasp for some measure of control.

Like I said above, he's well aware of the power he has over Izuku. Do you think he would have tried this with Todoroki? Or Tokoyami? Or Iida? No, because he knows that none of them would have even dignified him with a response. But he knows he can control Izuku in a way he can't with other people. He feels comfortable treating only Izuku as his emotional and physical punching bag.

Dark Hero Arc

It's interesting that prior to apologizing for treating him badly, Bakugou proceeds to treat Izuku badly.

This interaction is important because it's their first major conflict after Bakugou's "redemption." We're supposed to be at the point where he's changed. But he still resorts to insults and goading. His first instinct is still to put Izuku down.

I've said most of what I needed to about the apology. But I do want to mention that coming from Bakugou's mouth, it grossly understates what happened during those ten years. Because the abuser is the one telling the story, his transgressions don't seem that bad. He's the one controlling the narrative, so his classmates- Izuku's friends- don't know the full story. They don't know what Bakugou put Izuku through. Bakugou comes off looking sympathetic to their peers by speaking "his truth."

Was this his intention? Probably not as Bakugou doesn't really care what others think about him. But it does raise the point that this is the extent as to how Bakugou sees his past self; as a stubborn, overzealous child and not the abuser that he was