Katsuki Bakugo: A Semi-Comprehensive Character Analysis (and Why I Will Never Consider Him A Hero)

Why Muzan’s “natural disaster” line was kind of accurate, actually

This Muzan line is so interesting to me because it’s the closest the manga comes to ever saying the quiet part out loud. There was nothing Muzan could’ve done to change what he became.

By the time he killed his doctor, he was already in the middle of his human to demon transition. He had pursued a cure to his illness (reasonable), his doctor had done his best to make an experimental cure for him (reasonable), the cure had unintended side effects (reasonable), and side effects had included amplified anger and murderous intent (unfortunate).

Natural disasters just happen. They don’t have agency. The reason you don’t take revenge on an erupting volcano is because it didn’t make a conscious choice to kill people. No one is to blame for the disaster. Likewise, Muzan had absolutely no agency against his fate. Even if he had started out as the world’s nicest human, even if he made exclusively good choices considering the information he was given, he would’ve ended up becoming a demon and eating people. The only immoral “choice” he made was killing his doctor, but if the medicine he was given was making him a demon anyway, the likelihood of that occurring during his first demonic rampage was extremely high. Regardless of whether he conquered the sun, whether he took his medication as prescribed, whether he was a good or bad human, he would’ve ended up with a near insatiable taste for human flesh. With no support network to hold him back from his urges until he was capable of settling down, his evil was essentially inevitable.

A lot of people say that Muzan is interesting because he’s one of the only pure evil villains with no redeeming qualities, but I disagree. He’s interesting because he’s one of the only villains who became evil by accident, in the process of pursuing something good.

On a more critical note, I think that the fact that this line from him is so clearly meant to be seen as inaccurate or bad speaks to the author’s lack of consideration for the moral implications of their plot. The moralization of illness in KnY has always bothered me. What, in the eyes of the author, should Muzan have done as a human? What is the moral of his story? Simply don’t be chronically ill? That seems a bit ableist. If you are ill, accept that you’re ill and just let yourself die as god intended? Also seems a bit ableist. Only take proven, known cures that are guaranteed to not have side effects? A little anti-science, or, more charitably, a misunderstanding of how the scientific process works… so what should Muzan have done instead? Much to think about.

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☆ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ:

Tiana notes how she always get's sleepy around Nanami.

☆ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1,439

☆ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: fluff, lots of kisses, slight nsfw (mdni)

☆ᴍʏ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴘᴇʟʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴏʀ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ☆

Tiana’s eyelids fluttered open, the early Saturday sky greeting her through her blinds. She rubbed her eyes, squinting them as she tried to roll over, only to be met with a tug at her waist, pulling her back into Nanami’s chest as he grunted softly.

Tiana voices her surprise, her hands flying to Nanami’s arm that encapsulates her like a snare. 

“Ken!” Tiana giggled, the comforter rustling as she squirmed. “Ken, we have to get up.”

“Mm-mm.” Nanami declined, nuzzling his face into the back of Tiana’s neck, his breath fanning down her t-shirt, tickling her spine.

“Nanami, you…promised.” Tiana struggled to wiggle around until she was facing Nanami, both of their bodies pressed together so tightly that Tiana’s breast threatened to bubble out of shirt. But Tiana didn’t mind; his touch was so familiar that his body was an extension of her own. Even now, their heart’s thumped as one, mimicking each other’s tempo to the point where it was indistinguishable from the other.

“I retract it.” Nanami mumbles, bringing his face back into Tiana’s neck. “It’s too early.”

“Nanami!” Tiana whines, trying to uncover his face from her collar, but he wouldn’t budge. “You promised!” 

Tiana had on her best pleading face, her voice oozing with dramatic cries. But Nanami shook his head, burying his head farther as if trying to imprint his face into her skin. Tiana knew he was doing this on purpose, one look at this face and he fell victim to Tiana’s every command.

“I know you’re doing the look.” Nanami busted Tiana’s plans in one sentence, but she refused to give up.

She cups his face, placing a soft kiss onto his scalp. Then another, and another, his face loosening ever so slightly with each soft peck from Tiana’s thick lips. Noticing his posture growing less rigid, Tiana bends her knee, dragging it up Nanami’s side slowly until her leg is hooked behind his thick thigh, tangling their limbs. Feeling his neck loosen, she pulls his head upward towards her, placing a kiss on his forehead, his temple, and the apple of his pinkened cheek. The corner of his eye, his delicate lashes brushing against her lips, then the bridge of his nose. 

Nanami gave an airy chuckle, but Tiana could tell he was growing impatient, every time she dodged his mouth, she would feel his slightly parted lips graze a part of her flesh, waiting to be engulfed by hers. His large hand pressed into the small of her back, pushing their pelvises closer as Tiana decorated the features of Nanami’s face with her lips, like a soft, wet brush gently dragging across a blank canvas.

“Tiana…” 

She could feel him smile against her cheek as she gently rolled them over, straddling him with both knees at his side as his hands held her in place.

Tiana kissed the tip of his nose once, then leaned down once more, pausing right before she got to his lips. She looked at Nanami’s face, lips apart with anticipation, eyes fluttered shut and his cheeks bloomed with red.

She leaned down slowly, her lips ghosting over his. After a while, Nanami opens his eyes, Tiana’s big brown ones taking up his field of vision.

“Can we go now?’ She whispered against his mouth, a smile cracking across her face. Nanami winces in defeat, rolling his head against the pillow. Tiana's hands gripped his face as she laughed into him, her forehead nudging into his cheek.

“Dammit.” Nanami feigned irritation, his hands sliding up Tiana’s back.

“I’m sorry.” Tiana giggles, placing a succession of quick kisses onto his jaw, nudging him with her nose as a way to apologize.

“No you’re not.”

“I am, really.” Tiana meets his brown eyes with her own, tilting her head forward to show just how sorry she was, her eyes wide with her bottom lip jutting out in a facetious pout.

“That was a cheap trick.” Nanami murmured as he looked away.

“I’ll make it up to you later.” Tiana said, shuffling to roll off of Nanami, but his grip tightened to keep her in place.

“Make it up to me now.” He sounded like he was about to throw a tantrum, and Tiana’s ears perked up.

“Oh?” She said, raising a brow, her fingers tapping Nanami’s chin. His face held a cross expression, clearly annoyed by Tiana’s little ploy. “What did you have in mind?”

“Give me a kiss.”

That’s it? Tiana knew that despite their intimacy that the two didn’t divulge into sexual acts, but still. He made it sound like he would take her right there in the wee hours of the morning. Or maybe that was just Tiana’s deepest desires crawling to the forefront of her mind.

“Wow, don’t get too wild on me, Nanami Kento.” Tiana chastises, leaning down to plant a soft kiss of Nanami’s pink lips. It was gentle, slow and deliberate. Definitely on the sweeter side, the type of kiss to make you feel giddy like a kid on Christmas. Tiana felt Nanami sigh through his nose, his hands gripping her waist, thumbs pressing into her abdomen.

After a few more seconds, Tiana disconnects from him, a grin residing on her face as Nanami looks up at her with a completely starstruck expression, his pupils dilated so much that his eyes looked like black holes, ready to swallow Tiana whole.

“Again.”

With the roll of her eyes, Tiana humors him with a smile. The next one being a bit shorter than the last, yet burning with much more passion than before. It was slower, much more erotic, their noses brushing each other as they inhaled and exhaled rhythmically. Nanami fisted the back of her shirt, the clothing riding up her back slowly and tickling her spine. Tiana felt Nanami smile against her lips, and when she pulled away, he playfully nipped at her bottom lip, then kissed the corner of her mouth quickly before laying back down on his pillow.

Tiana’s purses her lips, her hands still graciously framing Nanami’s jaw. Her eyes scoured across his face, her thumb pressing into his bottom lip. She blinked slowly, looking at him with low lids as her chest heaved in an attempt to catch her breath.

“Again.”

His voice was a bit raspier this time, and a lot more demanding, causing warmth to pool into the lower part of Tiana’s stomach. So she obliged gladly, quickly pecking his lips a few times with a sly smile sandwiched between each of them before diving in and giving him a heated, sensual kiss. The sighs that were once soft exhales turned into quiet moans peppering the back of Tiana’s throat, and Nanami’s hands gripped Tiana’s ass with fever, causing her to laugh into his mouth as he kneaded into the plump muscle.

“Okay…” Tiana gives him a quick peck, one of her hands reaching under the covers to stop his roaming ones. “Okay-!” She giggles, pecking him a few more times, but Nanami doesn’t let up, smacking her thigh with a loud clap. “Ow! Nanami-! Okay!”

Exhaling through his nose, Nanami rolls over to let Tiana down back on her side of the bed, her leg still wrapped around him. But still, Nanami provides Tiana with a flurry of kisses all over her brown skin making sure to pay extra attention to the details that he admired the most. The small beauty mark under her left eye that was only noticeable when they were nose to nose? Smooch. The dimples in her cheeks that were much more prominent when she laughed at one of his dry jokes? Double smooch. Her cupid’s bow colored a dark brown in comparison to her pink bottom lip? Triple smooch. Each time, an enchanting laugh rumbles past Tiana’s teeth.

“Okay, okay!” Tiana feels absolutely tickled as she gently mushes his face away with the palm of her hands to stop his affectionate attack, unable to take anymore without feeling as though she would combust. It was getting extremely hot under that comforter, and she felt a bit of sweat forming on her back. If they stay here any longer, they’ll never get anything done today. “Are we even now? Can we get ready?”

Nanami smiles slyly, his hands finding solace in Tiana’s hair as he leans closer, eyes focusing on Tiana’s swollen lips momentarily before looking into those brown orbs that reflected back a sense of innocence that he wanted to devour. And again, that request danced on his reddened lips.

“Alright…but…” Nanami practically whispers, his head tilting slightly to fit into the shape of Tiana’s face.

“Just one more.”

ᴛɪᴀɴᴀ ᴛᴜᴇꜱᴅᴀʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

The Things he Hates About You.

SFW. Fluff? Angst? Muzan x GN reader.

Muzan hates that you eat foods which churn his stomach; sickeningly sweet or repulsive savory scents which his body rejects. He still sits with you though, his throat closing while you devour the meals he enjoyed in another life. He tries not to remember those years. And yet, his heart squeezes as he tastes the foods' flavor in your kiss, and he's never sure if it's caused by the echo of comfort from his mortal years, or simply the softness of your lips beneath his. 

Muzan hates your compulsion to help. That you expend your energy and use your strength to assist others, leaving yourself exhausted. It's pointless; a weakness he wishes he could shake out of you. Instead he simply lies beside you as you sleep and recover, despising that you can't seem to say no to the demands of your human conscience. 

Muzan hates that he can see traces of the sun on your skin; dark tones, freckles, sunburn. It reminds him of what he can't have, a freedom he is denied. It's the price he pays for power. He kisses each freckle with desperation, as if he can erase the sun's touch from your skin. You belong with him in darkness, yet he sends you out each day to walk in the light, knowing you'll return after sundown and he can bask in your glow. 

Muzan hates the little lines at the corners of your eyes and across your brow; the signs of aging. He can see you decaying before his very eyes and knows there will be a time you go where he refuses to follow. Every second you slip a little farther away from him, despite growing closer as the days go by.

Muzan hates your laugh. He hates that you find amusement in simple things, that happiness comes so easy to you even if it's only fleeting. How can you be happy? You're dying. 

Muzan hates that the only solution is to turn you, to transform you into a demon and have you at his side for eternity. But then… you wouldn't be you. Your flaws, your fragility, your tender human heart, they would all be gone. He can't lose that.

Muzan hates that he cares about any of this. He's betrayed by his quickening pulse, his relief and comfort at seeing you, and the intrusive thought that perhaps he should bid farewell to his immortality when you are inevitably taken from him.

And Muzan hates that you know all of this, that he sees the adoration and the apology in your eyes. Your love is devastating, painful, and fleeting, and there's nothing he can do to stop you slipping from his grasp.

First attempt at drawing him

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Did you ever share your thoughts on Shoji and his mini arc with Spinner? What were your thoughts on how that was handled when it came to quirk discrimination?

I'm not sure I did, but I think it was really badly done. Hori should never touch a plotline that parallels with complex IRL problems like racial discrimination without much more research and sensitivity.

To say that discrimination will end if the victims keep turning the other cheek and strive to become cool based on the oppressor's standards is just an absurd way to "solve" discrimination.

Also, the ending where Shoji travelled the country and got awards somehow stopped discrimination was laughable. Look at any minority in the world - racial, sexual, disabilities, whatever - having a celebrity can be helpful of course, but will never solve the overall issue without proactive policies that bring real change over time.

(and I liked Shoji and was looking forward to his highlight, but the plotline was way too halfbaked).

Tbh Endeavor’s entire conflict in the final act would have been a lot better if anyone actually gave a fuck about the fact that he was revealed to be a child abuser. Like, the entire point of the Dabi reveal was supposed to be about Endeavour’s past actions and guilt all coming back to bite him in the ass but we only get half of that in the form of Dabi’s mere existence.

Like, seriously, why does no one care about this??? Jeanist never comments on it, All Might never says anything about Endeavor abusing his children to surpass him, hell, not even fucking HAWKS says anything about this either, ya know, the dude that admired Endeavor and knows EXACTLY what it’s like to live in an abusive house hold? Doesn’t say anything either.

Oh ya and the war arc just makes this worse by having some of Endeavor’s side kicks go “well he may be a child abuser but he’s a good hero tho!”. So ya. Nobody gives a fuck about the no. 1 pro hero being a child abuser.

Inosuke probably never saw a problem with demons eating people.

Bears eat people. Boars do too, if given the chance. Lots of things would, even birds and bugs.

He really did just set out to prove he was strong, and when he became part of a pack, he started living by its rules. Uniform pants? Ok. Can't pick fights against other members with swords? Ok. Live with pride? Fine, but what does that even mean?

Eating humans is fine. What really must have finally bothered Inosuke is that it meant humans would get killed, especially members of his pack.

alexa play "i can hear the bells" from hairspray 👬💒

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