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everlasting-rainfall · 6 months

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Hi💖, I have an idea for pages au What if the reader was born much earlier and the story was written at a time when Figarland Garling was still young and like Crocodile was not attached to any character, but he admired MC and decided that he was the only one who deserved her, so he kidnapped her and locked her in a room away from any kind of interaction. With anyone but him and can I get Stockholm Syndrome and maybe a little smut (there's no way I can resist falling in love with him🫠🫠)

Excuse me… Excuse me, dear… I think you dropped something… Here it is! 🥇, it’s your best request that I think I’ve ever received medal! Like this one is one of the best!

Thank you so very much for sending it in as I didn’t ever think that I would ever in a million years get a request for this crescent moon man and would simply have to write my own shit for him, ya know?

But I am so happy that you sent this in, I love this guy! Like I hate his actions but everything else is just 🥵… You get me?

Anyways before I start absolutely just losing myself, let’s get into it! Shall we?

Keep in mind though! MANGA SPOILERS!!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Celestial Dragon Bullshit, Slavery, Delusions, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Severe Isolation, Impregnation, Pregnancy, MANGA SPOILERS

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

Okay so I’m not entirely sure how Garling would go about getting his hands on one of your books because you know… Technical Celestial Dragon Man with a book from a lowly peasant person? How scandalous!!

But at the end of the day, he seems like someone who doesn’t really give too much of a shit as he doesn’t wear those stupid ass spacesuits or have that dumbass hairstyle so he probably does pick up one of the books at some point

Maybe it’s one day while he’s bored with absolutely nothing to do that he decides to pick up the book, he flips through the pages and although it does help pass the time. It probably bores him even more to be honest

He thinks the love interests are both annoying and the story is okay at most but there is one thing that is keeping him reading and it’s the MC, he didn’t like the MC either at first but he started to like them after a chapter where he saw that they did something that he honestly considered impressive

He kept reading simply for the MC and he steadily began to like them more and more eventually deciding that neither love interest was good enough for the MC and honestly you know how like when you watch a show or play a game, you can’t help but imagine yourself or a character of yours in the story too?

I feel like that’s what he would do like he would start imagining himself in the story when he would read, he would imagine scenes between himself and the MC where they would spend time together until he was considered the only one good enough for them

Eventually though, all good scenarios have to come to an end and he reads the last book finding out that the MC got with the more annoying of the two love interests in the end but not only that, the MC was pregnant too?

This was absolutely unacceptable, they didn’t deserve the MC at all! No one did! No one was good enough for them except for him and a relationship with him was the only thing that he would accept…

Alas though, the MC was simply a fictional character and even he knew that so there was nothing he could do…

Everyone probably was scared shitless of Garling for a few days like bitchass Celestial Dragons were probably scrambling to get out of his way as he’s someone with the power to judge even the Celestial Dragons so him being angry is something that no one wants to be on the receiving end of

However soon enough, his anger comes to an end when he finds a picture while looking at the book covers and this picture just so happens to be of you but you’re dressed up as the MC of your book while giving a happy smile to the camera as the text underneath thanks the buyer of the book for reading the story

Garling could only stare at your face, he was frozen there just standing in front of his bookcase while staring. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t seen it before, you were the MC and the MC did exist in real life because you were them!

He needed to have you… He would have you…

Imagine your shock when about a week later, you got a knock on your door from some men who looked incredibly prestigious and honestly very intimidating like to the point where you just wanted to shut the door and lock it tight

You could probably try but it wouldn’t work and these people would tell you that someone in the holy land is requesting your presence immediately and you should feel honored which was the very last thing that you were feeling

Maybe you tried to request to pack your bags only to attempt an escape out of like a window but you aren’t going anywhere, you’ll get captured and dragged off without any of your things so it’s best to just pack if you ask for that

The entire way there, you’re terrified as you’re likely going to wind up as the slave to some horrible and disgusting celestial dragon that makes you want to puke just by looking at him and these fears probably only get worse the closer you get to your destination

Once you’re finally there, you’re greeted by Figarland Garling who you assume that you’ll become the slave of but instead he tells you that you’re his spouse now and that you should devote yourself to him now that you’re with someone whose truly good enough for you

It’s confusing as all hell because he’s talking like he knows you when you have never met before today but despite that, he takes you back to what is now your home and lets you get settled into your shared bedroom before he tells you that you are never leaving the house ever again and that you are never to interact with a person who isn’t him

I’d say that you try to argue but do you really think that’s a good idea trying to argue with a man like this? I’d suggest simply listening and hoping that he’ll let you go after a while even though he probably won’t

Things aren’t the worst that they could possibly be when living with Garling as he is a bit distant and doesn’t allow anyone to interact with you but at least there’s a lot of things to keep you busy and he does allow you to continue writing

Even when Garling has company over, you aren’t allowed to meet them even if they’re another holy knight or a slave as Garling keeps you locked in a room so no one unworthy (aka anyone that isn’t him) can lay eyes on you

Really truly, Garling would only make an exception to who could see you if you had a medical emergency or required medical attention of any kind but even then they’re on thin ice and better not touch you more than he deems necessary

Seeing as you are still a writer as well, you are allowed to have your books published but there is to be no letters from fans coming in and you aren’t allowed to head out to do things like book signings or meet ups because that would require leaving the house and interacting with other people

You definitely grew to hate this arrangement and tried to plead with Garling to let you leave your home at least once in a while as you want to go outside and just breathe some fresh air away from the home for once

He would of course refuse anything that isn’t going out into the backyard for a bit though and even then, it feels suffocating because of how closely he monitors you during this time

The situation is becoming unbearable for you even when he tells you that this is all for your own good and that he does this because he loves you and wants you to be safe, you can only just cry as the feelings of being trapped weigh on you

This man can likely see the way that it weighs on you and that’s probably when he starts to become more affectionate with you like he starts bringing you things when he leaves for long periods of time and lovingly embraces you in longer kisses whenever he kisses you

He even starts to talk with you more than he used to and often reminds you of just how much he loves and adores you, no one else is good enough for you except him and now that you’re starting to become vulnerable. He’s sure that he can make you see it

As time passes with his new more affectionate behavior, you start to have thoughts. You start to think in the back of your head that this is truly good for you, this life with Garling is the best one that you could live like you still know that this life isn’t the best especially with all the horrible shit that comes with being in the holy land

But some part of you starts to love Garling back even though he’s a dangerous man who kidnapped you and forced you into being his spouse, you start to think that he really is just doing what’s best for you as what’s best for you is being kept only with him

He’s your loving husband and he would never let a single bad thing happen to you after all, how could you ever think about wanting to leave him when he loves you oh so very much? That’s what you think to yourself

Your life is here with Garling now as his loving spouse where you’ll never leave him and you’ll be sure to show him just how much you love him in exchange

When you truly and genuinely kiss him back for the first time with your arms wrapped around his neck, he knows that you’re his and that you’re never leaving him

You don’t even bat an eye when he starts to refer to you by the name of the MC now instead of by your name, your brain rationalizes it to you that your husband loves you so much that he perceives you and the MC of your story that he adores as the same person

Stockholm Syndrome and Delusions have started to set into place for you causing you to start to believe that you are the MC of the story and Garling is the only one who deserves you, the love interests are simply too annoying

And when Garling finally has you, he’ll pin you down on the bed underneath him and listen as you cry out his name in pure pleasure and leave scratches down his back while he thrusts into you

It’s the most beautiful sight that he could ever see, his love writhing underneath him from the pleasure that he’s providing them but not only that. They’re giving themselves completely to him and devoting themselves to him just like he has done for them

There’s simply one last thing that he needs to do to you and he knows exactly what it is as when he finally finishes, he makes sure to do it inside of you

And a few months later when you’re sitting a belly large and full with his baby, he comes up and kisses you deeply before moving you to sit on his lap while he sits on the chair

Not a day goes by where he ever regrets reading those books and when he looks at your face only to see just how absolutely in love with him you are…

He knows for a fact that you don’t regret making them…

#minors dni #the rain talks back #yandere #yandere one piece #reader insert #read the trigger warnings #yandere male #pages au #Yandere Figarland Garling #Yandere Figarland Family #Yandere Holy Knights

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somethingusefulfromflorida · 6 months

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In some cities, bad drivers will curse you out with absolutely no hard feelings. They will call you a motherfucker or a jackass and then immediately forget you, it was nothing personal, same shit as always, welcome to New York. But some cities are full of the type of psychos who will curse you out and then follow you around. If you flip someone off in Miami, there's a better than even chance that they're going to choose violence.

Best case scenario they follow you for a few blocks, maybe a few miles, then get bored and turn back (you can usually shake these bastards by getting on the highway). More likely they'll wait until you park somewhere then get out of their car and start banging on your window; if you call the cops, they'll probably leave, but if you don't, they will wait you out. They will pretend to leave, but actually they're parking across the street to see if you leave your car unattended; if so, they'll break your windows and slash your tires and steal everything that isn't nailed down.

Worst case scenario, they will kill you.

South Florida is teeming with emotionally and intellectually stunted monsters who think Castle Doctrine means they are legally allowed to commit murder so long as they have line of sight with their own car at the time. They're itching for an excuse to sate their bloodlust, and depending on what part of town you're in they might get away with it. Depends on the police chief, depends on the mayor, depends on the judges. Self-defense is whatever they say it is.

North Florida is an entirely different beast which I'm still getting used to, so when someone gets mad at me because I had the audacity to honk at them for running a stop sign and almost t-boning me, I tense up and prepare to fight for my life. Nothing has ever come of it, I've never had to defend myself physically. The closest I came was when some bitchass teenager confronted me at a gas station because I got to an open pump before he did, but he backed away when I stood to full height and asked what the fuck he was talking about. He didn't flinch, I'm not gonna pretend like I scared him, but I'm a LARGE man and he probably did the mental math and realized he couldn't take me in a fight. He went to go pay inside and I took a picture if his license plate because I thought we were playing by Miami Rules and he was gonna follow me, but no, I finished filling up and left before he came back out.

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leblancdamoiselle · 2 years

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𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐈𝐈

𝙖/𝙣. Hiiiiiii so so so sorry that it took me like a good two weeks to finally post again. I had a mid term exam and yes it's two weeks long (crazy ik) but here you go, I really hope it will be able to fill my absence enjoy guys <3

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨. oneshot, fluff, mature theme but like sfw i think, curse words

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜. Dazai Osamu x Nakahara Chuuya's twin sister!Reader

𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. @catzlivedforbsd (I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG(´。＿。｀)

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You have been standing in the spacious room, accompanied by the lights of evening Yokohama through the soaring glass panels; for half an hour talking about a job Boss wanted you to take,

He asked you to bring Dazai back (for the 1000th time) and you started to grow tired of it.

"How many times should I tell you that—no, he will not join Port Mafia for the second time, even if you give him a chair in the executives."

Dazai's decisions are absolute and firm. Even without asking, you already know that he will reject that offer right away, even if it means giving up a superior position in the Mafia.

You left Mori's office, head heavy from all the thoughts and the Arahabaki's noises inside you.

Being second-in-command in the Port Mafia is tough, too many jobs to do, too many visits to make, plus, the Arahabaki is not really helping. You wish you can just control it like how Kouyou commands her Golden Demon.

The elevator stops at a floor, Hirotsu can be seen standing by it after the elevator doors slides open.

"Good evening, Nakahara-dono, heading home?" He bowed out of respect after he let himself in the elevator,

"Yes... Home," you sighed, "How about you, Hirotsu-san?"

"As busy as ever, us Black Lizards never really sleep,"

"I see, I'll see you later around then, goodnight Hirotsu-san." You excused yourself as the elevator reaches ground floor.

It's raining thunderstorms tonight and you don't really feel like going back to your house yet—you want to go home.

You

Chuuya

I'm going elsewhere tonight

Don't forget to lock the door bitchass

Chuuya

Where to?

You let Chuuya play with his imaginations figuring out where would you be headed to and leaving him on read.

The sound of engines starting echoes in the Port Mafia headquarter's basement. Giving pressure to the gas pedal, the red McLaren made its way out from the basement, cutting through the rain.

Yokohama is drenched by the water falling from clumps of livid clouds to which became a stonewall for one's eyes to see the twinkling stars, how beautiful a weather can be in the evening.

You didn't even bother to text him that you're coming over

The car halted in a narrow parking space.

To get an umbrella in the backseat is too much of an effort to you, after all; you can just manipulate the pouring water's gravity to avoid soaking your clothes.

"I should have brought some food," you sighed.

At rainy nights, what is better than warm food and a hot drink. And it's Dazai, there's nothing but canned foods in his place; if there is, then it must be you who brought and cooks it for him.

Sixteen years old Dazai lived in a shipping container somewhere hidden in a dumping site. Youngest executive who? All he got is ill-treatments. Since then, Dazai is only used to eat canned foods—and that hurt you in a lot of ways.

You stand in front of his apartment door, not knowing whether he's home or away, you're just there.

"Hey loser, it's your master, (Y/n)," you knocked

There was anything but a sound or response, maybe he's asleep, who knows.

It's only natural to have a spare key to his apartment. At times, Dazai will be out, asleep or ear-blocked by his super loud headphones, thus he gave you the key.

You unlocked the door, the foyer was dimmed and the only source of light is from the kitchen,

"Osamu?"

Seems like he's not here.

His house is warm on the inside... it smells like him too; clean, sweet and very subtle.

You took yourself to the kitchen—finding a tiny note taped to the refrigerator,

'Hi hi would my master be kind enough to prepare her doggo's bath -Osamu'

It must've slipped through his fingers; the thought that this night you are coming over to his place. You're kind of irritated—not sure of the reason though,

Dazai teases you a lot, and you get pissed easily over little things he does, but not in a serious way.

You clicked your tongue to the idea of Dazai, an Armed Detective Agency member got you, a Port Mafia executive; wrapped around his little finger.

Even with your ability to manipulate gravity, it feels heavier to walk. After many obstacles, you made it to Dazai's bathroom.

Surprise!

Seems like Dazai oversmarted you again. The bathub was already filled with bubbles. Something pricks your nose, it's a sweet and clean scent—Dazai's scent.

There are candles lit surrounding the tub, not exaggerated but just so perfect to have a long calming bath.

To hard too believe that the Osamu Dazai did this

You froze at the second you felt a warm hand around your waist,

"Hi Princess," his soft voice greets you.

"God, Dazai! You scared the shit out of me—hey! Where were you?!"

You didn't even hear him coming.

"I was out for a case, and I'm suuuuper exhausted, I think a bath with (Y/n) would be nice," he whined as he rests his forehead to your shoulder.

"As if," you restrain,

"Aah- too bad then," he paused "I have to enjoy it alone," he whispered.

Lord, he's such a tease.

Dazai moved his head and went in to kiss the back of your neck, sending you chills all over your body,

"Fuck, alright, I'm going in first!"

You can feel his smirk of victory as his face is so close to your neck.

You're hiding it. You are hiding the fact that your heart beats faster, you are hiding your flustered face when Dazai did that. You hate it, you hate that he is the only one who can make feel this way.

"Good, in you go, Miss Nakahara."

#bungo stray dogs #bungo sd #bungo stray dogs imagines #bungo stray dogs x you #chuuya imagines #chuuya nakahara #dazai x y/n #dazai osamu #dazai fluff #dazai headcanons #bsd dazai #dazai imagines #dazai x reader #dazai x you #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs dazai

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kelppsstuff · 3 months

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Benevolence

Chapter Two: Vivian

Warnings: none

Word count: 2035

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“And then Adam pushed us out the door.” I told Lucifer over the phone. I had decided to stick around till the next extermination. I heard him growl protectively. “And how is Charlie?” I looked over the balcony out my window and saw her with Angel and Alastor the latter blowing up the snake in front of him.

“She has a good heart. Gets it from her father.” I heard him sigh over the phone. “Having one of those always gets you hurt.” He told me, but he knew I already knew that. ‘On the next topic, any ideas on why they moved the date up? They already made the last one more brutal than before.”

‘I couldn’t tell you, but hey the overlords are having a meeting next week and maybe you can take my place, find out yourself what the next course of action should be.” He was trying to pawn his work off to me, nothing I’m not used too. I always give him what he wants so long it was in my power. After all he is my king, but more importantly he’s my friend. “I’ll stop by and send the details over.”

“What would I do without you?” I think I should be asking you that. “Be one lonely bitch. Speaking of meeting, I have a few already today.” I heard him hum while asking details. “Fist one is with the rest of the commandments, most likely about extermination day. The other one I set up is with Adam?”

“Adam? Why?”

“To confirm a theory of mine.” I walked away from the window and out to the elevator, getting on. “So sure he’ll just tell you whatever you want?”

“My dear there’s more than one wsy to acquire information.” He clicked his lips, and I watch the number go down in the elevator. “How’s your hand looking?” I looked down and my burned hand. Even though Lute and Adam were projecting themselves they were still in Heaven. So when I reached for her – well her soul – I reached into heaven. Burning the fucking my hand, my arm healed up quiker though. “Good-bye Lucifer.” The doors opened and I ended the call.

I walked out and about, making my way to my meeting when I noticed alastor and Vox singing with each other or against depending on how you look at it. Though I guess someone recognized me and said my name so loud everyone turned to me. Fuck. Me. I started to up my pace in speed when people started to try and come up to me. Fuck fuck fuck. I turned abruptly into an ally and purple smoke started to surround me – teleporting me to the board room. Gotta love magic. I looked around the table and saw nine demons staring at me. Guess I was late. “About fucking time.” Colin the commandment of truth spoke. Bitchass is what I like to call him. “She was not too late, waiting is not a problem.” Oh hears Xander of patience – talk about being what you preach. I could have been three years late and he wouldn’t give a damn. Fitting for his role that’s for sure. I took my seat and listened as Silas; commandment of piety began talking.

“Colin of truth

Xander of patience

Eleanor of pasifim

Mabel of selflessness

Emma of repose

Nora of purity

Enzo of faith

Killian of reticence

Vivian of benevolence

And I Silas of piety.”

He did this everytime, he’d list us all from our title. Sure it was nice for the ego but holy fuck I know who these freaks are. “The extermination is going to happen sooner than ever, and something tells me that this is going to be the worse one yet.” Nooooo I couldn’t of guess that!

“As commandments we are to protect the hellborn.” I rested my head on my hand as the meeting went on and on.

“Would anyone like to add to this meeting?” I raised my hand and spoke for the first time since entering this room. “The princess and the radio demon created a hotel in hopes to rehab these sinners to bring the into heaven. I would like for you all to try and speared the word, but please no force. This has to be willingly.” Each commadedment obviously though it was a fools run, hell I did too, but Lucifer would want me to help his daughter. They all nodded and with that the meeting a adjourned, onto my next task of the day. Adam.

I did the sign in process just as before and Apparently I was early, since no one was here. I waited for his projection to appear but instead the door opened. Odd. He walked through the door and took a seat that he was in before. “What’s up dangertits.” Did he just– nevermind.

“How’s extermination planning?” He opened a bag of chips and started talking. “Fucking rocks. Want some? There salt n viniger my favorite.” I raised my brow, surley he didn’t think I was that stupid. “I’m not going to fall for your hologram trick.” This time he was the one who raised a brow. He stood and walked up to my sitting form and litterly shived a chip in my mouth. He didn’t hand it to me, he shoved it, with his fingers and everything. “Not a hologram babe. Unfortantely I’m here for real.” I started to chew the chip, I never tried salt n vinigur but I’ll admit it, there fucking amazing. “So you called for a meeting, what’s up?”

“Why move up the extermination date?” He looked around the room and walked to the door, opening it. “Let’s walk and talk?” A commandment and a holy angel? Walking together? Talk about roumors. “Thanks but I have a reputation. Besides where would we go?” He finished off his bag and made them disappear – along with his wings. He grabbed my hand and started to drag me. “First off, your reputation would imporve with me, second off I’m going to go see that greed clown bitch, and am taking you with me.” I stopped dead in my tracks and looked him up and down.

“You do know that one of the cities is literally called ransom? You stick out like a sore thumb with that outfit. I mean you have an A jeez just how cocky can one guy be?” He snapped and suddenly his robe was gone, reveling black combats boots, black cargo pants, and a black compress shirt. He kept his gloves on and waved his hands. We were suddenly in the clown show. He looked up at the clow preforming and it gave me a chance to admire his chest. The compress did him well. I’ll admit I thought he was larger because of the robes but that was quite the opposite. He had a wide chest, filled with muscle yet he was still somehow lean. He was tall, about 6’4 and I get the hype people on Earth give him. I looked away before he would notice my staring. “Why are we here!” I yelled to him over the noise.

“I’m suppose to see if any demon can be redeemed, so I need to take the day to check out hell, which fucking sucks. I thought this guy seems rock n roll, but honestly he fucking sucks.” I agree with that.

“If your looking for redemption, your looking in the wrong place. “Bold of you to assume I am.” I hummed and looked around, Mammon was just going on and on about his clown contest but he did remind me with his insults of woman.

“Oh looks it’s you as a clown” I told the angel as the clown said something on how girls couldn’t ever do what he could — be funny. “That’s not even funny, no way in hell would I ever be a clown.” Hah, your in hell. I’m so funny.

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“So he’s one of the seven sins?” I looked down to my phone, ordering a car. “Yeah, Mammon sin of greed. He’s one of the most manipulative bastards I’ve meet.” Adam hummed in understanding and looked around the bloody streets in disgust. “So how does the order of power work around here?”

“Imps are the lowest rank — the hell born.

Next are the royals demons — blue bloods

Then it goes to overlords — sinners

The Seven sins

And finally the 10 commandments oh and then you know the king.”

Adam stopped looking at some sinners killing each other over some burger. “And which rank are you?” I raised saw my driver pull up and hold the door open for him. He gave me a shit eating grin and got in. “A commandment, benevolence.” He looked around the limo and noticed how fancy it actually was. “Where are you taking me?” I looked out the window and didn’t respond. He’d find out soon enough. Though he quickly forgot his question as he started to complain about how Sera was making him see if it was possible ‘like there in hell for a reason’. I didn’t comment on how I was one of those sinners he hated so much. I didn’t really care. But one thing did catch my attention. The radio. It sounded just like Adam. I turned up the radio and sushed him.

“When the world has screws you and crushed you in it’s fist. When the way you’re treated has got you good and pissed.” I looked to Adam and noticed his cocky smile. Since when was his music broadcasted? “There’s been one solution since the world began. Don’t just sit and take it, stick it to the man.” Bloody hell, and it was catchy. “I thought you were the guitarist?” He was humming the song but stopped to answer me. “We switch up the singer every now and then, but usually it’s just one guy, Darcy.”

“Parents overwork ya? Stick it to the man!

Hate the way they jerk ya? Stick it to the man!

Tired of the system? Stick it to the man!

Rise up and resist them. Stick it to the man!”

I just nodded my head and listened to the song. But one question remained in my head, since when did they broadcast heaven music in hell? I didn’t ponder it too much longer though. When the song ended another song started on the radio. It wasn’t his however. It was from Verosika Mayday.

When we got out the car we were in my territory. We started to walk around town, heading to my mansion however I wanted to show him something before that. “Do you know what my commandment does?” He looked at me and silently shook his head. “When I activate my commandment anyone with hatred in there heart fall before he and lose their will to even stand.” I stopped and looked around. “After awhile I got used to only using on selective people. Such as now. I’m using it on my everyone around us besides you.” Then I turned my head to him, activating my commandment on him. Just as I suspected he started to fall to the ground. But hey he resisted impressively. “Now you, a angel has hate, but sinners don’t. Surely these people can be redeemed.” I deactivate my power on him and he stood up and cracked his neck.

“Never do that to me again.”

“Not use to being on you knees?”

“Oh darling, if you want me on my knees just ask.”

—

The doors of my estate opened and I finally let a sigh leave my body, I hate society. I turned to look at Adam and I made sure to pay close attention to him for my question. “Do everyone in heaven know about the extermination?” Slight movement in his jaw, that’s his tick. “Obviously.” Lies. This would be useful. “And after my demonstration today, what will you be telling Sera about redemption?”

He cracked his neck and let his wings out. “That not a single one should be alive.” Of course. Suddenly a portal opened. “That’s my que. Later babe.” He walked through and I didn’t bother giving him a goodbye.

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super-novatuna · 10 months

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Discussing/Going Slightly Crazy over Tears of Themis Main Story 09: Grey Frontier, a Post

will definitely contain spoilers under the cut!

HOO BOY TALK ABOUT MORE QUESTIONS THAN ANSWERS. NONE OF MY PREVIOUS QUESTIONS WERE ANSWERED AND NOW I HAVE MORE HOLY MOLY

my heart dropped when i didn't see a Trial level. more questions, less answers.

let's start by discussing the squares in the little bingo made by @/actualbird, who i will not tag because i do not want to spoil him accidentally. thank u zak for ur services :D

one thing to note is that there are NO bingos this chapter, mainly because one thing most of us probably didn't expect lmao: NXX SEPARATED.

unthinkable. unimaginable. like there's practically NO team stuff in ch9. that's insane. artem was flooded with heirson cases, vyn was dealing with.. whatever the fuck he was doing, marius was presumably busy with managing the backlash of the trial in 08, and that leaves luke, who even though is the one that mc can tag along with for a case is still busy on his own with nsb stuff. hardly any teamwork happening, besides if you count marius' "interrogation" where luke gave him his button back and vyn just guiding mc to figure out what the suicide notes meant... yeah. not to mention artem being skye's attorney???. 99% Win Rate Artem Wing. hello. I have never been more confused. what's the plot behind this? are they all orchestrating a behind-the-scenes plan that'll come together, or are they really all doing their own shit? I'm leaning more towards the former given the nature of the game but gosh this is taking a TURN

translation errors were a lil funny but i could still understand the point which is all i need.

vyn doesn't say anything ominous but saying kys out of nowhere counts a little i think.

jerome 🫰 hes cute but he's uncanny and I'm so curious as to what he's up to. telling the little girl to get marius to pay was nice but there must've been an underlying intention.

no nxx team meeting (i mean with luke and artem. that barely counts because artem was so busy he just let luke have her).

mc figured out abt luke's illness but from what I'm seeing nothing is quite clear and she doesn't know he's got three years oof. artem has a clue but I'm sure he knows nothing either. and marius and vyn have their suspicions but nothing's sure or confirmed.

LUKE PROTECT ROSA !!! YEAHHHH watch ur back u bitchass macho king

do parallels btwn skye and the incident with luke in the hospital count as symbolism idk I'm counting it. i think there's some symbolism a little bit.

for our romantic moment before something terrible happens, ah yes, sweet and worried words on a phone call and then luke has a whole episode. yay. delightful. luke don't fucking die.

no tot story would be complete without an absurd mid-story debate. damn, right in front of the secret nsb station???

no weird luke gadget 😔 sorry he was busy being sick

found family? they aren't even together the marluke moment was barely anything. artem worried about luke having an episode... counts a little. not enough to warrant even a question mark 😔

no nxx meeting, no hilarious bullshit from a boy. sad.

WHAT IS THE TIMELINE SHAKES HYV WHAT IS GOING ON

free space luke is dying

AARON YIPPEEE. good dad.

vincent is a good boy but no intel from him. just him being Best Assistant. Bestest ever.

I didn't cry but i am close to a mental breakdown

LUKE DEPRESSION ASHDJKWKW poor guy.

not sure if Emotionally Charged and Slight Conflict counts as an argument but personally i think kinda?

no baldr because NO TRIAL AAHFJSJJSK

not only do i have more questions about the new Big Bad but I have questions about WHATEVER THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH THE WHOLE TEAM.

voice acting 🔛🔝 as always.

NO COURT 😓😓😓😭😭😭

marius was pretty badly injured what the hell WHERE'S HIS PERSONAL BODYGUARD AJDJFWJ LUKE CAN U DO A LIL FAVOR PERHAPS

artem? almost no artem. AND NO CAPTAIN MORGAN IN THIS STORY AT ALL 🥹🥲

luke's hands. r so pretty. in both goddamn illustrations. eeeee

okay and that's all the bingo points sorted, most of it sorted. two other things that piqued my interest was

1. skye harper. she loves taking care of people and she hates seeing people suffering. gerard suffered because of his mom and so many patients suffered because of tyson turner. she wants to protect her patients and the people she favors. i support her actions btw she's so cool for that. artem also supports her so that's a point in our favor! i also think her drinking all night when gerard disappeared definitely is relevant somehow, we'll see in the next chapter.

2. mc is probably feeling a little left out ngl. everyone's got their own thing, and she can't really actively participate in much because she got doxxed and her personal life is being pried into. and she can't do much about anything, not even help artem for some reason, and she's definitely having a personal conflict especially with luke's... everything. i just love mc's character so much i hope she snaps soon tbh.

thus ends my crazy goings. if u read all the way here kudos have a cookie 🍪

and when we get to the whole team about luke's illness... rubs hands together. hoo boy ch10 is going to go CRAZY.

ALSO the nsb is definitely shady and marius does not trust em all that much. i think he trusts luke but his affiliation with the nsb is causing some distance. aaa.

#tears of themis #tears of themis spoilers #tot spoilers #tot main story #novatuna's brain at work

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helpimstuckinafandom · 2 years

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them?Thanks....

Sure thing! Narrowing it down will be tough though, so buckle up lmao

**Spoiler warning for Persona 5, Your Turn To Die, Percy Jackson (and related series), My Hero Academia, and Danganronpa 2**

Here are my top ten (in no particular order, with explanation):

1. Sakamoto Ryuji (Persona 5)

I can still remember my slow dissent into absolutely loving Ryuji. I related to him a lot personally and I really admire how he takes care of his friends throughout the game. Even if he's loud, he really cares about everyone to the point that it riles(?) him up (relatable content lmao) and I just generally really appreciate him within the game and the arc he goes through with his injury. He's also one of the characters within the Phantom Thieves that is totally one-on-one friends with all of them? You have the obvious, with Ann, Morgana (even if he and Morgana fight), and Yusuke, but he checks up on Makoto a decent amount throughout the game and the spinoffs - he admires her, in a way, and I can't really explain it without a powerpoint lmao. He's one of the few that got along with Futaba pretty immediately, him and Ann doing really good at talking with her, and even with Haru he cared about her and was pretty immediate wanting to take down Okumura with the awful situation she's in (though all the Phantom Thieves pretty much were). Anyway, he's just pretty awesome, and my only problem is Atlus' bitchass need to have the best friend character want to perv on women and the need for "comic relief", and that shit comes up mostly random and honestly contradictory to his character, but that deserves its own post. Also also, the gender envy this man gives - I don't wanna be a guy, I just wanna have Ryuji vibes.

2. Egokoro Nao (Your Turn To Die)

Almost every character in YTTD is absolutely amazing and so truly believable that it honestly takes my breath away, but Nao just did so much and overcame so much. The way she tricked that evil AI? Fucking flawless - I am floored to this day. She appeared weak, but she was actually one of the strongest there, overcoming shit and taking burdens when she knew Sara had shouldered too much (like pushing doll Reko so Sara wouldn't have to). I was so upset when she had the sacrfice card, like that was so goddamn rude. Her connection with Reko was really sweet, her flashbacks with Mishima made me tear up, and her newfound closeness with Alice (if he lives instead of Reko) is just amazing. She was one of the best of us and I'm still mad she's gone. There was no saving her, and honestly I wanna cry.

3. Tazuna Joe (Your Turn To Die)

Joe!!!! My beautiful boy! You also couldn't save him, but in that one chapter he's here he was DOING it. He is the definition of a best friend and he would literally go to hell and back for Sara. I loved the element of him not trusting the group because of the chance of a traitor, but then coming around and holding his head high for his own death. Like I literally have nothing to say except that he's amazing and deserves the world over and over again like-

4. Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson Series)

Okat I literally can't get into why I love him because I will fucking spiral and none of y'all would ever see me again because I would be forever writing this post to explain how awesome he is. Nico di Angelo is iconic - he is a legend, and he is the moment. Kinda off topic, but I had known he was attracted to Percy since the first series, and I only had one friend who had read the series too and when I told her that she was flabbergasted. Like you could not convince me it wasn't straightup written in words - I fully believed that the first series mentionned that he had a crush on Percy, and when I reread it to read HOO, they never say it????? And then in HOO, Annabeth starts talking about how Nico had been crushing on her and I was so lost (but that was just Annabeth misunderstanding). Anyway, always thought that was funny, but seriously, he deserves the world. He is the strongest and most caring demigod in that series, and I will throw hands if needed. I want only good things for him, cause y'all only know the bullshit life put him through. And yet after everything, he still wants to do the right thing and will save everyone's asses again and again.

5. Piper McLean (Percy Jackson Series)

Now SHE is the MOMENT. The Lost Trio is my absolute favorite grouping of characters cause their friendship is so real, but Piper is just amazing. Her development from trying so deliberately not be girly into using emotion (which girls are always called to emotional) as a strangth and playing around more with setreotypical girly things while being no less of a badass? Give this girl a metal. I hear any hate for her and I start seeing red - she isn't just the not-like-other-girls trope, she grew from that - that was part of her development and y'all completely missed it. Y'all judge her for that as if you didn't also have a phase where you thought you were cooler than girly shit. I know y'all said you were one of the boys, or aren't into One Direction or something and thought that made you cooler. She is so incredibly strong and you could see the changes in her self-confidence in each and every book - and she was pretty much the only one of the seven that was deadass friends with everyone on the ArgoII (save for Nico, which is a crime that basically all characters commit). Ugh, she's just amazing!

6. Jason Grace (Percy Jackson Series)

Now this is the one I see people deadass sleeping on. The amount of bullshit I see about Jason is insane, and almost every post I've seen hating on him contradicts itself or other posts as to why he sucks. His arc is pretty damn clear to me when it comes to his whole thing about choosing which camp to belong to. I really appareciated that it wasn't just a clear switch into being Greek - he chooses Greek in HoH, but in the last book his loyalties are still in question, because it's not that clear cut, and he finally chooses both - he will go between both camps. And honestly, the seperation of Greek and Roman was part of the problem as a whole, making the two camps enemies instead of comrades, and Jason's a big part in helping that rift, becuase it's a rift he feels inside himself too. Being part of the Lost Trio (aka team low self-esteem) he has problems with making decisions and actually seeing himself as being a good fighter, especially compared to other people. He never gives himself enough credit for the achievements he has, and struggles with not wanting to be a leader but also needing to be since it's all he's ever been told to be. He cares about other people and (despite what some say) is pretty emitionally aware of others. He knows immediately that something is wrong when Leo comes back from Calypso's island, he knows that Reyna kind of has feelings for him (even if he doesn't do anything about it, but I'm sorry, if I have a hunch that someone is into me, I'm not saying shit unless they say something, and I think it's bullshit that y'all say he's stringing her along when he literally never shows reciprocation, and even then he feels bad and aknowledges that he should have done something), and then there's Nico. He is one of the only people that actually make an effort (if I see another post about how Frank should've been the friend to reach out I'll foam at the mouth - he only made a half-assed effort because Nico was Hazel's brother, try me) and he pretty quickly understands that Nico is attracted to Percy, and he handles it the best way you can. He keeps it to himself while still making sure Nico knows that he supports him 100%. My favorite thing though? He gives bear hugs. Jason is a really friendly guy and he hugs his friends excitedly without a second thought (except no actually, because he respects boundaries and stopped himself until Nico gave him the go ahead) and I love that so fucking much. Also, just like everyone in the Lost Trio, he is bisexual - I don't make the rules.

7. Bakugou Katsuki (My Hero Academia)

Another character that I straightup can't explain because a) I'll be here forever and ever, but also b) I am nowhere near good enough with words to explain some of the nuisances. That sounds pretentious but baBY there is complexity here. Just know that he is a character that fundamentally changed me, and he deserves a longer explination then this.

8. Kirishima Eijirou (My Hero Academia)

Kirishima can be hard to explain for me because I heavily relate to him (like kinning shit in the modern sense of the word). He cares so much, his definition for what is manly is absolutely correct no one is doing it like he is, and his insecurities make sense. Even though he comes on strong and seems unwavering, inside he doubts himself constantly and doesn't think he does enough when he really does so much (uh oh, I'm seeing myself in this fictional character). One thing that is key that I have to mention is his dynamic with Bakugou and the way he thinks Bakugou is cool even though (on paper) Bakugou seems like the type of asshole he wouldn't like. I just really appreciate that and what it says about Bakugou as much as what it says about Kirishima. Tangent, but one day I was thinking about how I would totally definitely dislike Bakugou irl, but then remembered that there was once a person (let's call them Olive) in my class, and Olive didn't give a shit about getting along with everyone, only doing what they needed to do. They had amazing grades and were all-around talented, and the rest of the class thought they were rude/an asshole. Me though? I looked at them and admired them, deciding that I was going to be their friend. So I talked to Olive, and just kept doing it and eventually they were one of my best friends, and they admired me in return...... I deadass went through the Kirishima/Bakugou friendship arc. Like I don't know what to do with that.

9. Tanaka Gundham (Danganronpa Series)

He deserves a standing ovation. The way he sees himself as evil/cursed when he was saving all our asses? I can't. He had one of the best trials/motives of the entire series, let alone game. Him and Nekomaru did what needed to be done, because he was absolutely right - even if it's a nice sentiment to not kill each other no matter what, what's the point if we all die? There was mutual agreement within the fight and eventual murder, and Gundham still tried in the trial because you don't give up on life. No matter the outcome of that trial, he could be content knowing he fought for life (be that his own or the lives of everyone else) and honeslty that's just so cool of him. He was such a fun character to have, and that fourth trial just cemented everything.

10. Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko (Danganronpa Series)

The character development baBY. Entering the second game I was so scared he was going to be Byakuya 2: Electric-Boogaloo (yes I hated Byakuya with a burning passion - even if I mellowed by the very very end of the game, I will forever be mad about him stringing up Chihiro like a bitchass). When trial two hit I was straight sobbing - and the execution? I was pleading that he hadn't died too. And after that he did his very best to help everyone. He became one of the most helpful people of our group and was a really good friend. After him catching Hajime and Mikan, I had a running joke of calling him Abstinence Police during my playthrough, cause he really does object to sexual shit other characters say and it's a great bit. What really stuck with me was Peko knowing that Fuyuhiko would probably not be able to forsake everyone else, because his tough-guy act really was just that - an act. Tying in with my Abstinence Police thing, he literally threatened to sell someone to a whore house (which, even though I'm laughing, is fucked up) but he would literally never do that - he's out here saying that you're in high school! You can't have sex! after that threat, like babe. All this to say, I appreciated him and that similar need he had to come across as tough that Mondo had in the first game.

Honourable mentions:

Takamaki Ann (P5), Akechi Goro (P5), Yabusame Reko (YTTD), Shinogi Keiji (YTTD), Mioda Ibuki (DR), Chabashira Tenko (DR), Souda Kazuichi (DR)

Thanks for the ask! This was a lot of fun (even though I'm pretty shitty at explaining, and even picking honourable mentions was tough cause there are still characters I wanna add lmaoo)

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perpetually-sad-but-its-fine · 1 year

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10x07 of chicago pd

3 minutes in and i'm already crying on behalf of ms. upton

hailey upton take care of yourself challenge

‘when was the last time you slept?’

‘in a bed?’

HAILEY PLEASE

JUST TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF

this is like 10x05 all over again anD I CANT DEAL WITH WATCHING HAILEY SLOWLY DESTROY HERSELF

hailey’s desperate ‘this is it. right?’ is kiLLING ME

MS. GURL IS HANGING ON BY A THREAD

JAY COME BACK TO YOUR WIFE

trudy’s deadpan of ‘my arts and crafts project’

somebody make a compilation of trudy platt being the mother of intelligence

please

i need it

the transition from fake work to real work was SMOOTH

bro i love episodes like this

like the ones that are a compilation of their work w/ the voiceover in the background

lowkey reminds me of 7x18

LMAOOOO

voight: ‘RustAndStardust’?

kim: a ‘lolita’ reference :/

voight: *the face of ‘ah, okay, im too old for this bs’

burgess and upton!

buRGESS AND UPTON

BURGESS AND UPTON

their heart-to-heart is making me cry

we deserve more of upgess

its a need

why do i feel like this PPO is gonna screw things up?

torres trying his best to look calm and inconspicuous

hailey is holding onto her life in her hands

‘marty’ just jumped over the railing?!

brO??

bro sounded like a whiny child when he said ‘nOt aNYmOrE’

hailey looking like a disappointed mom makes me cackle

ew ew ew ew

yuck yuck yuck yuck

ruzek

good job

you sound like a creep

please stop

who’s this girl???

oh nooooo

shit’s about to hit the fan

noooooooooooo

i do not like this

at all

oh ew no

this is reminding me of 4x13 where jay has to go undercover in that centre for teenage girls and one of the girls gets touchy w/ him???

ugh

no thank you

this must’ve been to AWKWARD TO FILM

i could never

torres running towards and then swerving back to helms looked so funny to me

OF COURSE HE DIES

OF COURSE

WE CAN NEVER HAVE SOMETHING GO RIGHT CAN WE

HAILEYYYY

MY BABYYYYYYY

‘i used to sober up my dad’

god chicago pd writers just LOVE making me cry

the girls taking turns talking to amber

i wanna see them have an episode to themselves where they’re kicking ass and taking names

its a need

ambER GIVE SOMETHING UP

oH GOD THE SCARS ON HER FEET

WAS SHE ABDUCTED WHEN SHE WAS A KID??

kim calling hailey ‘hail’ is all i need in life rn

ruzek and upton could have a brother-sister relationship but NOOOOO

we just get MORE unnecessary conflict

haILEY GO HOME AND SLEEP

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF

she looks like she’s about to cry

don't do this to my heart

she’s not gonna go home is she?

oH I FUCKIN CALLED IT

sean if you don’t get your rat face off my screen, i will punch it

hailey if you don’t get your cute ass home rn, i will reach thru the screen and put you to bed myself

hearing hailey call jay her husband makes me happy and then i remember the context and i start crying

hoLD ON

THEYRE NOT EVEN CALLING????

CMON

MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS

sean i hate your face

go jump off a cliff

haiLEY

DONT DO THIS

CMON

THIS IS GONNA END REALLY BADLY

sean you lying rat

i WILL murder you

‘iM gLaD YoU cAMe’

bitch shut the fuck up

stop smiling at her like that

i will punch you

‘i'll se ya’

‘hOpE sO’

S H U T U P

‘gotcha’

her smile is so BEAUTIFUL

upzek friendship supremacy

the fact that she admits the truth to a CRIMINAL

good lord

hailey

please

for the love of god

go to therapy

oH GOOD LORD

HERE WE GO

oh goodie

voight and a lawyer

this is gonna be fun

surprised that there’s not more yelling or argument

bro what

how does the inside of an abandoned building

LOOK LIKE THAT

it’s like a frickin mansion

ohhh nooo

the little girl’s room

oh goddd

of course they’re too late

nothing can ever go right, can it?

FUCKIN CHIEF O’NEAL

OF COURSE

THIS BITCHASS IS JUST GONNA STAND ASIDE WHILE HIS SON TRAFFICS HUMANS

OF COURSE

SUCH GOOD PARENTING

bro if you don’t shut UP

‘he’s my kid’

HES A SEX TRAFFICKER

HES HURTING SO MANY PEOPLE YOU ASS

‘you don’t think i don’t know if my son doesn’t have a problem?’

YOUR SON HAS MORE THAN A PROBLEM

MY G O D

he’s not gonna believe hank is he?

yep

i was right

you don’t get your hands off of voight riGHT NOW

im going to K I L L him

i’ll do it

i will

#*kissy kissy* watches chicago pd #chicago pd spoilers #chicago pd 10x07 #hailey upton #kim burgess #adam ruzek

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fruitcoops · 2 years

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hi!! so you’ve done leo getting hurt during the greyback game and Finn getting hurt during a Tampa game, so I was wondering if you could do Logan getting hurt and then the aftermath of that? thank you!!!

Oh, Tremzy, how I love you. Character credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for minor injury, blood, fight

Logan Tremblay did not back down from a fight. Especially not one that dropped itself so nicely into his lap.

“Bitchass motherfucker,” he snarled, jamming his elbow into Hanes’ gut as they grappled. Hanes had three inches on him but was built like a twig—one solid shoulder jam into his sternum, and Logan heard his breath rush out around a grunt.

His own helmet was long gone and the whistle warnings blasted sharp in his ears; a set of hands locked onto his upper arms and began dragging him away. “That’s enough, Tremblay,” the ref barked. “Hanes, you better not—”

Logan didn’t hear the full warning, because his vision went dark.

The blinding pain hit before the spots in his eyes fully cleared. Something warm was gushing down his numb lips and chin. Logan tasted metal, and raised a clumsy hand to check until his knees gave out under him and the ref had to haul him upright a second time. “Oh, shit,” he said thickly, blinking down at the crimson drips on his jersey.

People were shouting. Nothing good came from people shouting, as a general rule. A blurry face swam into view and he nearly went crosseyed trying to focus. “Lo? Lo, hey, look at me.”

“Hey, Harzy,” he managed as he stumbled to his feet and immediately listed forward into Finn’s arms. “Woah.”

“Oh—Jesus, Leo,” Finn muttered. Logan squinted to follow his line of sight and whistled lowly when he found the intended target. Sometimes, he forgot how strong Leo was. How those broad shoulders filled out his goalie pads like he was born for it, how his long legs could take him across the ice in a few strides, how one ungloved hand could easily hold a grown man by the scruff of his jersey and drag him to the nearest ref. He even gave Hanes a light shake when he tried to squirm free.

“That’s hot,” Logan said approvingly. The rink had started to spin a little. His face felt like it was on absolute fucking fire. “Harzy?”

“Yeah?”

“My mouth tastes weird.”

Finn cursed again under his breath and tugged his sleeve down, then pressed it beneath Logan’s nose in a familiar routine. It was their own little dance they had been doing for eight years, now—Logan fights, Logan bleeds, Finn soaks up the blood, Finn looks after him for the next day or two with the occasional affectionate “idiot” thrown in as compensation.

“Did he hit me?” Logan asked as they shuffled toward the bench.

“Headbutt, the motherfucker.”

Logan attempted a grin; from the look on Finn’s face, it came out as more of a grimace. “Hey, that’s what I called him. Did you know helmets are really fuckin’ hard?”

“Yeah, baby, I did.”

“Did I win the fight?”

“Mhmm.”

“Is my nose broken?”

Finn sighed. “For your sake, I hope not. Hey, Layla.”

“Logan Tremblay,” she huffed with a shake of her head. Logan had never heard his name used as an insult before. “C’mon, concussion check.”

“I feel dizzy,” he agreed, allowing Finn to transfer his weight to her shoulders like Logan was a ragdoll. “Layla, I can still taste blood.”

“That does not surprise me, bud,” she half-laughed. “Pain level on a scale of one to ten?”

“Eight. You ever had someone shove un piment up your nose?”

“A what?”

“Un piment.” Logan’s ankles wobbled for a moment before he righted himself. “Desolé. Ah, it’s the tiny, spicy vegetable? Tastes like hell.”

“Chili peppers?”

“Ouais.” He tried to smile and instantly regretted it as the diagonal lines returned to his vision. “This feels like someone put a lot of chili peppers in my face and I would really like to be unconscious right now.”

“Not on my watch.”

His adrenaline was fading fast, along with the delirious confusion. Logan was quite unkindly informed that both of those feelings had acted as a pad and distraction for the, frankly, excruciating pain that radiated all the way from the back of his throat to his forehead. “Oh, fuck.”

Layla stopped walking. Through the blur of involuntary tears, Logan could see the concern flooding her features. “Logan? Hey, eyes on me. What’s going on?”

“I can feel it,” he forced out through gritted teeth, though the clenching of his jaw only made the throbbing worse. “Fucking shit motherfucker—oh, that is so much worse.”

“That’s broken,” she said, almost to herself. “Okay, ten more feet and we’ll be in my office. Take it nice and slow.”

Logan blew out an unsteady exhale, then nodded as best he could. Calm thoughts, he reminded himself. Calm thoughts.

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“Who is it?”

“Just us.”

“I need cuddles and at least two kisses, s’il vous plaît.”

The squeaky sneaker footsteps picked up the pace and Logan smiled, cracking an eye open when they halted by his bedside. Leo raised an unimpressed brow. “You broke yourself?”

“He broke me,” Logan corrected, accepting Finn’s gentle kiss and reveling the butterflies that came with it. “And then you did something about it, so we’re good.”

“Concussion?”

“Just the nose.” He made kissy noises until Leo finally bent and brushed their lips together, skimming his thumb over Logan’s jaw. “I can’t feel my upper lip en ce moment, so I’m sorry if my kisses aren’t up to par.”

Leo frowned slightly when he pulled back. “You’ve got a little split in it.”

“Mmm. Not the first time. Cuddles?”

“Layla said we have to be gentle,” Finn informed him, tucking himself along Logan’s left side. “But I think this is an essential part of the healing process.”

“Ouais.” Logan leaned his head on one angular collarbone and held out his free arm with an expectant look; for all his fussing, Leo didn’t hesitate before claiming his place and resting a hand over Logan’s stomach. “Stop worrying, Knutty, mon dieu.”

Leo made a disgruntled noise into the bend of his neck, then left a small kiss there. “You’re broken. Of course I’m worried. How’s your pain?”

“I got ice and the good stuff. Can’t feel a thing.” That was a bit of a lie—he could still feel his pulse all throughout the bridge of his nose and into his back teeth, but Leo didn’t need to know that. It was manageable. There was no reason for anyone to worry more than they clearly were. Logan tilted his head to the side and let his eyes fall shut again, snuggling into Leo’s damp curls while Finn looped their fingers together.

He felt Finn’s chest buzz with a hum. “We got your stuff together, by the way.”

“Didn’t even think about that,” Logan mused. The freckle just above Leo’s eyebrow was looking far too lonely for his liking, and he pressed a light kiss to it. “Hey, Peanut, I saw your fight.”

“What fight?”

“Hanes.”

“Didn’t fight ‘im,” Leo mumbled, rubbing the side of his face on Logan’s shoulder.

“No, you just dragged his ass halfway across the ice,” Finn teased.

A small, pleased smile curled over Leo’s lips. “His skates stayed on the ice the whole time. He was fine.”

“Mauled his ego, but other than that…” Finn trailed off as the three of them dissolved into laughter. Logan tried to breathe in through his nose on instinct and winced. Both Finn and Leo went still. “Lo, you good?”

“Je vais bien,” he groaned with a light smack to the back of Finn’s head. “I told you to stop worrying.”

“We’re your boyfriends, it’s our job!”

Logan huffed. Stubborn. So rude. “I’m not made of glass.”

“Then you get to carry your own bag back to the car,” Leo teased. He patted Logan gently on the chest and sat up, leaving his side cold; his brows pitched. “God, you two are so cute.”

“We try.” Finn stretched until his feet fell over the end of the PT table, then pushed himself upright despite Logan’s noise of protest. “Let’s go, Tremblay, you need a shower and I need a snack.”

“Layla has snacks,” Logan grumbled, even as he hauled himself into a sitting position and blinked to clear the fizzy spots in his vision. “She’d share.”

Leo crinkled his nose. “Layla has healthy snacks.”

“And butterscotch.”

“Grandma candy?”

Logan raised his hands in a gesture of peace. “Sometimes it’s good.”

Finn and Leo each went to wrap an arm around his lower back before Logan batted them away, rolling his eyes. Two boyfriends, and both possessed by my mother. His jersey was a lost cause—even a few rounds of washing wouldn’t get those bloodstains out—but his pads were in a neat pile that made it easy to tuck into his duffel. Despite Leo’s earlier words, Logan barely got a hand on the straps before it was snatched away. He scowled, but Leo just smiled sweetly.

Finn sidled up to him the second they made it into the hallway and looped an arm around Logan’s waist with a comforting squeeze to his hip. Logan sighed through his nose despite the awkward whistling noise that followed. “Harzy…”

“What?”

“I can walk. I don’t need help.”

“See, I don’t think you understand the point of having two boyfriends,” Finn said. Logan quirked a brow; Finn knocked their temples together lightly. “It’s not about needing anything. You get to let us help.”

Logan narrowed his eyes. “I don’t want to.”

“Well, that’s the point of me having two boyfriends.” He turned a sunny smile on Logan and kissed the tip of his bruised, battered nose. “I get to help you whenever I want and let Knutty do the hard work.”

#logan tremblay #finn ohara #leo knut #oknutzy #my fic #fanfic #sweater weather #coast to coast #cubs #lumosinlove #fight #injury

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Found Family

holy shit did this one get way out of hand. Don’t expect them all to be this long because hot damn this is a monster compared to literally everything else but it just wouldn’t stop

(should I have expected this? probably. we all know how I am about found family.)

anyway enjoy 4.5k words ig

based on this post | @maribatmarch-2k21 | find more here

***

When Marinette had been chosen to intern with Monsieur Wayne’s PA, she hadn’t been expecting anything special. Sure, the Waynes were an odd breed and generally considered strange, but Marinette hadn’t actually expected to have much contact with them—if any at all.

She was here to earn credit for her business degree.

Instead, she has… well. She thinks she’s been somehow inducted into the Wayne family, mostly on accident and kind of as a joke.

That is, until it very much wasn’t.

***

Her first mistake, she supposes, was being too good at her job.

Marinette is an old hand at keeping track of multiple moving parts and riding herd on stubborn people who’d otherwise be too distracted or goofing off. (She was the Court’s leader for more than just being the latest in a long line of Ladybugs, after all.)

After the first two days shadowing Selina—“please, darling. Ms Kyle is so formal”—and learning the broad strokes of the job, Marinette felt confident enough to dig her nails in and get to work. Selina spent most of her time dedicated to international tasks and arranging Monsieur Waynes’ private affairs—all of which was highly classified and not discussed with Marinette—so she turned her attention to inter-company affairs.

Her first order of business was personally meeting with as many people in managerial positions as she could get. Not a requirement for the job per se, but these were people she’d have to interact with often and Maman had always stressed the importance of building connections in the workplace.

“People,” she would say, “are far more willing to do what you want them to when you’ve endeared yourself to them.”

So Marinette takes that advice and spends her breaks and lunches charming employees and giving baked goods to security guards and learning the names of the cleaning crew. She doesn’t speak to the department heads, because Selina handles their correspondences, but everyone else is free game as far as she’s concerned.

She becomes a well-recognized face astoundingly quickly.

***

Marinette probably should’ve seen the rumors coming.

It’s common practice in not only the Wayne family, but in most business conglomerates, for the children to quickly rise through the ranks of their company—if not just handed a high position right off the bat.

It took barely a month before the eldest was all but running Human Resources, and the second was placed as Head of Security practically out of nowhere. Monsieur Drake is the youngest (and most terrifyingly calculated) CEO to ever hold Wayne Enterprises, even if he does share the title with his father.

The other three are still too young or have yet to express an interest in the company, but people say it’s only a matter of time.

The track record speaks for itself, even if Marinette wishes it didn’t.

As a girl who’d come mostly out of nowhere and found herself with far more divisive sway in the company than she had any right to, it’s no wonder everyone thinks she’s some sort of secret Wayne finally coming out of hiding.

Marinette had nearly choked on her coffee when Selina dropped the bomb of that particular tidbit of company gossip.

“Most think you’ve been unofficially adopted,” Selina tells her, looking far too amused for Marinette’s liking. “Seeing as you’re too old for official avenues now.”

Marinette looks up warily from the schedule she’s rearranging. Selina had all but shoved the thing at her a month ago when she started suggesting more efficient ways of managing the CEOs’ valuable time.

“Only most? Does that mean the rest have common sense?”

Selina’s grin widens even further, if that’s possible, and Marinette regrets her question even before the older woman starts speaking.

“Oh, of course not!” she laughs delightedly. “The rest are hoping to hear news of wedding bells. It’s high time someone swept a Wayne off the market, don’t you think?”

***

“So you’re the new little sister I keep hearing about.”

Marinette stares up through narrowed eyes at the brightly smiling Dick Grayson. In her stomach, there are already the beginnings of resignation starting to form.

“It’s nice to finally meet you!”

This man is going to bring her nothing but trouble. She can tell.

***

Dick takes a liking to her. And she, against her better judgment, finds herself doing the same to him.

It’s a little hard not to, if she’s being honest. He’s bright and bubbly and brings her bagels during his morning break without her ever having asked.

It takes practically no time at all before Marinette considers him a friend, relaxing when he’s near and laughing openly at his ridiculous jokes. Despite being the head of HR, he’s not great at the whole ‘professional’ thing and often employees will walk by to find him draped across a chair or balancing precariously on the edge of her desk while she tries and fails to get some work done while he’s around.

It really doesn't help all of the ‘Marinette is a Wayne’ rumors running around. Especially when Dick starts pointedly calling her every variation of ‘little sister’ that he can think of just to annoy her (and, she knows, because he thinks the entire situation hilarious).

***

Three weeks after befriending Dick, Selina all but shoves her into Monsieur Drake’s office and, in no uncertain words, says, “He’s your problem now.”

Marinette blinks at what she can describe as nothing other than a disaster area and just… sighs.

Tim blinks back at her.

The motion is somehow both completely blank and filled with an uncomfortable amount of knowing at the same time. There is also, she notices, a frankly ludicrous amount of concealer caked beneath his eyes and more coffee cups scattered on every flat surface than Marinette has ever seen in her life.

She knows his schedule like the back of her hand seeing as she spends hours of her day pouring over it to make sure everything runs smoothly. He has no prior engagements for the next three hours.

“You’re not going to take a nap just because I ask, are you?”

He snorts. “Absolutely not.”

She nods, having expected the answer; her phone was already at her ear before he even finished speaking. “Hey, Dick!” she greets, sounding brighter than she feels at the moment, and watches as Tim stiffens in front of her. “Yeah, no. I was just wondering if you’re busy right now.” She pauses. “Oh, good! Can you come up to Tim’s office for me? Yeah, I need you to knock him out so I can fix his dumpster fire of an office.”

Tim has since started waving his hands frantically at her, panic setting in behind his eyes.

Marinette stares at him, unmoved. “Thanks, Dick! You’re the best!”

The silence after she hangs up is deafening.

“I don’t know if I should be impressed by the ease you’re manipulating me or pissed off that you’re doing it in the first place.”

She hums thoughtfully. “Does your decision have any bearing on my future employment?”

His eyes squint. “…No.”

Marinette shrugs, mind already whirling with what she’ll need to get done first and calculating how long she’ll likely have to get it done. “Then I think you should skip right over both of those and land on resignation as quickly as possible, Monsieur, because you’re going to have to get used to it regardless.”

It’s silent for a long moment, and she worries for just a second that she’s severely crossed some sort of line. Then Tim bursts out laughing instead of, you know, firing her like he probably should have.

“Oh, yeah. You’re going to fit right in here.”

Marinette doesn’t ask where the ‘here’ is. She’s pretty sure she already knows.

***

It takes ten days for Marinette to wrangle Tim’s life into something resembling order. His office is clean and organized to his liking. She’s developed a system of filing so that all paperwork goes through her and is quickly sorted into ‘can be handled by Marinette’, ‘forge his signature and tell him about it later’, and ‘actually important enough to have Tim read through’.

His schedule is the most efficient it’s ever been and Marinette is quickly honing the skill of getting him properly dressed and out of his office in under thirty minutes. (Dick is, thankfully, a great teacher and has little to no qualms about giving her the key to all his little brother’s weaknesses.)

Selina stares at her when Marinette all but drags Tim from his office, a folder tucked neatly under his arm and the sugary monstrosity of a caffeinated beverage she’s bribed him with in her own, with a whole ten minutes to spare before his meeting with the Board.

“My dear,” she says solemnly, “you are positively magic.”

She doesn’t even look up from where she’s simultaneously wrangling Tim’s hair into submission and laying his tie down flat. “You have no idea.”

***

She knows Tim is capable of professionality. She’s seen the cool facade he pulls up in front of the Board members and the kind but impersonal smile he uses on the employees of Wayne Enterprises. (He is not the Ice Prince of the Wayne family, but Marinette believes he should have some equally ruthless sounding title.) He is aloof and sharp and every inch the businessman people praise him to be.

She’s seen it. And yet…

“Monsieur. Why are all the Lexcorp contracts I gave you done in crayon?”

Tim doesn’t stop messing with his Rubix cube or even look up at her when he says, “Cause deadbeat fathers don’t deserve the respect of a pen.”

Marinette is very tired. She does not have time for this. “What are you talking about?”

“Lex is a bitchass absentee dad and I live to inconvenience him.”

“What about inconveniencing me?” she all but whines. “I can’t hand him these!”

That does make Tim look up at her, eyes wide with false innocence and mouth pouting up at her. “But sister dearest, I’m your little brother. It’s my job to inconvenience you.”

Growling in frustration is probably an inappropriate reaction to the situation.

But, Marinette thinks, so is the fact that both of the Waynes she associates with regularly seem hellbent on convincing the world that she too, is a Wayne, so.

(Is this how Alya felt dealing with the twins? Cause if so, Marinette takes back every joke she ever made—little siblings are a bitch.)

***

She meets Damian without warning.

Honestly, she never really expected to meet him at all but, well.

She finds him in Monsieur Wayne’s office, sitting at his father’s desk and doing something that she thinks is vaguely illegal, but she’s not about to tell her Boss a dozen times over how to parent his children.

Damian is a near-perfect copy of his father with darker skin and calculating green eyes. There’s also a more potent aura of danger around the child than there is around his father, like Damian hasn’t yet learned how to hide behind his public persona as his father had.

Or, Marinette looks at the teen thoughtfully, perhaps he just chooses not to.

“Monsieur Wayne,” she greets. Children like to be treated like adults, she knows, and Marinette doesn’t think this one is any different. “Selina hadn’t told me you’d be in the office today.”

“I don’t run my schedule by her,” he says flatly. A response she expected considering Dick’s stories.

“Of course not,” she agrees.

He finally deigns to look up at her and something flits across his expression, too fast for her to pick up on it. “Are those for Father? Bring them here, I’ll deal with them in his absence.”

Marinette raises her eyebrow. “I’m not sure that’s wise Monsieur.”

Damian scowls and sticks his hand out. “I’m perfectly capable of forging Father’s signature. Give them here.”

She does not move and, instead, lets her lips quirk up into the smile she’s been fighting since she stepped in here.

“I don’t doubt it,” she tells him, and she doesn't. Forgery seems exactly like the kind of skill a child who broke into the CEO’s office of a multi-billion dollar company would have. “But you’ll find that all forging of signatures has been finished for the day and that these,” she shakes the sheaf of papers lightly, “actually require your father’s attention.”

He snorts disbelievingly and it says a lot about Marinette’s life up until now that the blatant display of disrespect doesn’t piss her off but instead reminds her of Chloé and of the fact that she still needs to reschedule their spa day. It's been too long since they spent time together in person.

“Well,” she pauses and eyes the papers thoughtfully. “‘Requires’ in the sense that its information needed to trounce the Board when they start spouting off greedy bullshit about cutting corners on our humanitarian efforts. I’m not sure how much of it is actually useful for anything besides that.” She shrugs. “But homework is homework, yes?”

That gets her a thoughtful once-over. His hand lowers and he then turns back to whatever he’s messing with on his father’s computers.

“Very well,” he concedes. “Father will be back in approximately thirteen minutes. You can leave the papers and I’ll inform him of their… importance.” He smirks, but it’s more like he’s letting her in on a joke than anything else.

Marinette smiles back as she sets the folder on the desk, feeling, oddly, like she’s passed some sort of test.

***

The day after, both Dick and Tim are waiting for her with what looks like an entire bakery laid out in her workspace.

“Uh,” she says eloquently, setting her purse down on her chair because there’s not a single open space on her desk not filled with some kind of pastry. “What’s all this?”

She looks up to find neither Dick nor Tim has stopped staring at her since she walked in. “We heard you met Damian yesterday,” Dick starts warily, like he’s scared of her reaction.

The response does not abate her confusion.

“Yes, I did,” she says slowly. “That does not explain all… this.” She waves a hand, trying to encompass them as well as the state her desk is in.

The two brothers share a look.

“It’s a bribe,” Tim tells her simply and Marinette is taken aback for all of a second before her eyes suddenly narrow.

Dick cuts in hastily before she can say anything. “It’s more of an apology, really. For Damian’s behavior.”

But Marinette is confused and frustrated and just a bit offended by the apparent not-bribe at this point. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, but it only does so much.

“Damain’s behavior was fine,” she tells them with measured neutrality. “You two, on the other hand, are being weird and it’s freaking me out.” She crosses her arms expectantly. “Seriously, what’s going on?”

Appearing from out of nowhere, Selina drapes herself along Marinette’s shoulders and snags a raspberry scone. “I do believe,” she says as if sharing a secret, “That they are trying to keep you from quitting, kitten.”

Marinette wrinkles her nose. “Why would I quit? I like this job.”

She also likes the Waynes (in general, if not right then) and she likes Selina. The woman was a good mentor who didn’t shy away from the dirtier parts of the job and taught Marinette all she knew. (Even the bits, she noticed, that had little to nothing to do with being a personal assistant and were more likely to be found in the repertoire of a thief.

But, Marinette is in possession of her own sticky fingers and knows how to not ask questions, so. You know—curiosity killed the cat and all.)

She doesn’t voice any of that, but Selina, at least, knows it anyway. Marinette isn’t quiet about her gratitude after all.

“First meetings with the youngest Wayne don’t often go well,” Selina tells her. “In fact, I think he has a habit of making the interns cry.”

Dick makes some kind of offended noise. “Hey! He hasn’t done that since he was twelve!”

Tim elbows him in the ribs and Marinette makes a vaguely skeptical face at all three of them before deciding it wasn’t worth it. She has actual work to get done today and pastries to get rid of before she can even start.

She pats affectionately at Selina’s hand before grabbing as many boxes as she can hold. “Come on you two,” she says to the brothers. “You’re going to help me hand these out to the rest of the company.”

Dick immediately starts doing as told but Tim hesitates, humming thoughtfully. “You know that’s not going to help your whole ‘I’m not actually a Wayne’ thing, right?”

She glares at him. It doesn’t stop Tim from grinning like the utterly unrepentant little shit he is.

***

Things are quiet after the Damian Incident for a whole two weeks. It’s the longest lull Marinette has had since she first started and became somehow involved with the Waynes.

It ends because Dick finds out about the crush Marinette has been nursing on the Head of Security for three months now.

The Head of Security who is Jason Todd: second eldest Wayne sibling and Dick’s brother.

He takes it better than expected.

(Almost, she thinks later, a little too well.)

***

Despite her friendship with Dick and Tim—or perhaps because of it?—Jason had never seemed very interested in her. At first, Marinette had shrugged and counted it as a win; there was one Wayne, at least, who neither found her situation funny nor used it to poke fun at her.

They were on friendly terms, she supposed. Security has always been one of her more regular stops in the building, so she’d spoken to him often enough. He liked complaining that she spoiled his team rotten with all her treats.

But she also noticed that he likes her cherry danishes, so.

And then she noticed how crooked his grin was when he smiled. And how he seemed to have an arsenal of nicknames for everyone he knew. And the small collection of classic romance novels filled with sticky notes he tries and fails to hide in his desk. And, and, and.

It was around the time she began unconsciously memorizing his schedule based on when he was and was not there for her pastry deliveries, that she realized she may have made a misstep somewhere.

Jason was stubborn and passionate and flipped between overly proper and crass light a damn light switch. He was also, as stated, very much not interested in her.

Not that she would’ve pursued him anyway. He was a coworker as well as her friends’ brother.

Now if only one of said brothers could understand that.

“You should ask him out,” Dick suggests not for the first time and Marinette sighs, also not for the first time.

She loves Dick—she truly does—but he has been an aggravating level of unhelpful since he found out about Marinette’s latest romantic disaster.

“I’m definitely not doing that.”

Dick groans, like she’s being the unreasonable one. “Why are you being so stubborn about this?”

“Because I don’t like embarrassing myself?” she asks rhetorically. “Not everyone can have a fairy tale romance like you and Wally.”

He throws his coffee stirrer at her. “We are not a fairy tale.”

She shoots him a flat look. She’s heard Dick talk about Wally and Tim’s told her all the stories and she was there when he and Wally finally got their shit together. Dick was unbearable for an entire week with his gooey, lovestruck new lease on life.

“You two are the definition of fairy tale. You two make fairy tales look like trashy romance novels.”

He opens his mouth to argue the point before forcibly cutting himself off. “No. Stop distracting me. We’re not talking about that; we’re talking about you and Jason.”

“There is no ‘me and Jason’,” she reminds him through her clenched teeth.

“Not yet,” he says optimistically. Like it’s a fact, like he knows something she doesn’t.

He makes her want to slam her face into a wall. Truly, he does.

***

Dick stops running his HR papers up to her office. Instead, he’s somehow convinced Jason to play errand boy for him even though he literally never looks happy about it. What used to be a flimsy excuse for Dick to slack off for a few minutes and gossip with her has now turned into awkward silence as Jason drops off the papers and leaves without even a ‘hello’.

During their shared breaks, Dick takes to orchestrating ‘chance encounters’ between her and Jason, all but shoving them into each other (and even actually shoving that one time). She catches Jason shooting dark looks at Dick every time he does it, and if she’d been holding any iota of hope at this point, it’s been smashed to dust. Jason obviously knows of his brother’s meddling and isn’t happy about it.

But Dick just can’t take the hint.

Every failed plan of his makes him steadily worse about it all—more frantic and frustrated and like he wants to strangle her for her stubbornness. (The last feeling being more than mutual.)

Dick’s meddling starts to make her and Jason’s previously friendly, if distant, relationship awkward and embarrassing. With every pointed comment, she gets closer to just punching Dick in the face. Or, maybe, she’ll just tell Wally who really ate all the chocolate strawberry macaroons she made; it’d certainly be more devastating.

***

It all comes to head on a Thursday, after most employees have left for the day.

They run into each other in a breakroom, and she watches as Jason suddenly goes stiff, eyes flicking over her shoulder to no doubt scan for Dick. That single action makes her expression sour and she slams her empty mug down with more force than was necessary.

For Kwamis sake, he looks like a cornered animal. An image not helped by the way he jumps a foot in the air and stares at her like he’s worried she’ll suddenly lunge at him.

“Can we agree this is ridiculous?” she says abruptly. “I don’t know what Dick is trying to accomplish with his wingman schtick, but we both know it’s not going to work. Can we just… agree that he’s an idiot?”

A complicated look crosses Jason’s face before he snorts wryly. “Yeah, we can agree on that. Dickie-boy has always been a few sandwiches short a picnic.”

“I know things have been awkward between us lately, and I’m sorry about that, but I hope we can keep being friends?” she says hopefully.

“What in the world do you have to be sorry about?” he asks before she can start catastrophizing about the bewildered expression he makes at her words. “It’s not your fault.”

The smile she shoots him is rueful and she shakes her hand in an ‘ehh’ type gesture. “Kinda is. And I understand if the-” she makes a vague gesture between them that she hopes properly conveys ‘my giant, stupid crush on you’, “you know, is too much for you. Just say the word I’ll try and keep out of your way.”

She’s trying to be comforting or understanding or something like that, but all her words seem to do is make him upset. “Absolutely not,” he insists. “Sunshine, you are not going to change your routine just to make me feel better.”

Marinette crosses her arms, frowning up at him. “Why shouldn’t I? If I’m making you uncomfortable-”

He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. “Uncomfort- Marinette. ” She jolts a bit at the use of her name. She doesn’t think he’s used it since her second week at W.E. “I’m not sure who made you think otherwise—and if it was Dick just tell me cause I’ll kick his ass —but barring the fact that I still enjoy your friendship regardless of any… feelings-” Marinette concentrates very hard on not showing emotion when he says that, “-it’s not your responsibility to deal with it.”

Okay, but… that makes no sense. Of course her feelings were her responsibility, that’s the whole point of them being hers.

“If it’s not mine, then whose responsibility is it then?” she asks, wondering where the hell his train of thought is running.

“Mine, obviously.”

She gives him a look, complete with narrowed eyes and thinly veiled judgment. “What? Is this some kind of gentleman’s martyr complex? Is that what’s happening right now?”

Jason huffs a laugh, but there’s no humor in the sound. “If me taking responsibility for my own damn feelings is a martyr complex then sure,” he snarks, not unkindly. More like he’s trying to protect himself by retreating behind a sour attitude.

Her mouth is halfway around a retort when his words catch up to her brain and she freezes.

“Your feelings?” she repeats. “Your feelings for… me?”

His voice is carefully neutral when he says, “Those would be the ones.”

Her mouth opens and closes and opens again. “You like me? Seriously?”

His face spasms at the question, starting at anger before he properly looks at her and the surprised expression on her face. He pales.

“You didn’t know?”

“No!” she squeaks, something she hasn’t done since she was fifteen. “Well Dick said but I didn’t believe him!”

And fuck, she thinks. This means Dick knew the whole damn time, didn’t he? Oh, she is so going to kill him the second she gets the chance.

Jason runs a hand down his face, covering his mouth as he gathers his bearings. Suddenly, his eyes shoot back open and land on her. “Wait. If you didn't know, then what the hell were you talking about just now?”

She blushes to the tips of her ears and buries her face in her hands so she doesn’t have to look at him. It was easy when she thought he’d figured it out himself. It’s harder now that she has to tell him. “I- I was talking about my crush on you.”

He’s quiet for so long that she gets antsy and peeks out from behind her fingers to see his expression. He’s still looking at her, but now there’s a wide, crooked smile on his face. The expression softens something in her chest and she lowers her hands.

“Really?” he asks, leaning closer.

Marinette nods, feeling a small smile spread across her lips.

He jolts forward, hands reaching for her before suddenly stopping just shy of touching. She startles a bit at the motion but doesn’t move away.

Jason licks his lips, smile smaller but no less bright. “I- can I?”

She blinks. “Can you what?”

“Kiss you.”

The blush returns full force, but with it also comes a smile, giddy and bright. She nods and no sooner than she does, is he swooping down to pull her into a toe-curling kiss. His hands cup her face with a tenderness that makes her smile, makes her giddy, and it’s not long before they’re both smiling too wide to actually kiss and are forced to break apart.

His hands fall to her back, practically engulfing her, and his chin drops onto her head. It’s warm and cozy and she thinks she could so very easily get used to this.

Later, they’re going to have to deal with Dick and Tim and Selina and the teasing they’ll no doubt have to endure—not to mention how much worse the rumors are going to get—but right now? Right now Marinette pulls Jason back down for another kiss and very pointedly doesn’t think about it.

#maribatmarch2021 #maribat #mlb x dc #jasonette #my typewriter #platonic dickinette #platonic timari

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TFP If You Ship...

Ultra Magnus

I would also like to warn yall, I do roast the shit outta these ships and you. Some of y'all are nasty and need to be told/reminded, and some of you need to stay far the fuck away from me. Aight? Aight lets begin.

MagOp/OpMag/Magnimus/ Ultra Magnus x Optimus Prime: You pretentious bitch. You absolute fucking- I have no fucking words to describe how beige you are. You 're personality is plain oatmeal. Message me. I want to beat your ass. You prolly like them for the fact that they can relate to each other, and because of their importance to the war. But I hate you cause you also have more content. Fuck you. May your cereal turn soggy before you can eat that shit, may your drawing tablet get so hot in that one corner that you can fry bacon on that bitch. Fuck you.

MagMeg/Magatron(ew)/ Ultra Magnus x Megatron: you eat mayonnaise with a fucking spoon. Y'all saw that one scene with them on Darkmount and was just like "hm, but what if fuck?" and ran with it. You went to Ao3 expecting kinky shit, but all you got was stuff for IDW Megs and Mags and honestly baby, its gon' be okay.

Matchet/Ragus?/ Ultra Magnus x Ratchet: Yes we get it, the old man can dom now shut the fuck up. If taking your S/O to the nursing home as a date was a ship it'd be these old crotchety ass bitches. But, but, on a more serious note this ship can be so therapeutic for both mechs. These two were there way before the start of the war, they lived through it, and they knew Optimus all throughout. I imagine Ratchet would tell Magnus about Orion before his ascension to the primacy. I ain't ever been more depressed scrolling through a tag though, y'all broke bitches need whatever the fuck UltraScreen is having.

Magbee/Ultra Bumble/Ultra Magnus x Bee: I ain't ever seen two same heighted Cybertronians in a relationship, always one of'em gotta be spike suckin' height.

UltraJack/ Ultra Magnus x Wheeljack: Listen, listen, both these mechs love their solitary time and it can create so much angst, SO MUCH. Magnus feeling he must uphold his duties and Wheeljack having a mindset similar to a pirate. His spark belongs to the stars AND Magnus, but the stars will always come first. But bitch this is Ultra Magnus. We horny. We know Wheeljack is a fucking brat, and Ultra Magnus is his Dom.... baby we nasty. We nasty and there is no fucking denying that shit my GOD.

Ultrabulk/ Ultra Magnus x Bulkhead: Listen man as crazy as this might sound, I think this could work. Just like any other ship with Bulkhead you are fucking STRUGGLING though dude, you got like 5 fics you keep coming back to. You cry at night, knowing, and praying, that the gods will smile upon you and bless you with an update. You know you struggling when you only got three fics that have this ship as the focus. If y'all ban together I'm sure you can scrounge together like three pieces of fanart and a lint roller between the four of you.

UltraScream/ Ultra Magnus x Starscream: I don't see how anyone could hate this ship. Like, they literally work as really good foils to each other. You've got Magnus who is loyal as fuck, very militaristic??? And very much involved with the safety of his team. He's described as recklessly brave. Starscream on the other hand has a lot of character to work on and Magnus could help him along with that, and he can teach Magnus self preser- fucking-vation because Mr. "gets fucking chomped by a predacon for another bitchass Autobot" needs it. You're fuckass wants someone to save you, or you want to go absolutely apeshit. You are the mom friend everyone is worried about.

Ultracee/ Ultra Magnus x Arcee: Huh?? I mean like....Okaaaayy?? I mean good for you. This ship makes me feel the way that you feel when someone offers you candy you don't like, but you wouldn't mind eating it so you do. To be honest the people who ship this definitely see diamonds in places others wouldn't expect, but like you're so fucking unnessecary oh my god. Like you prolly add weird ass comments to other peoples statements, ain't nobody out here asking for an echo. Sit down.

UltraShock: ya like'em thicc don't you commanding officer Ultra Magnus? Anyway maybe y'all could team up with UltraBulk shippers and add a pile of used soda cans to the pile. Y'all are ghosts, do you even exist on this plane. My guesstimate on how many people actually ship this forreal is like 5.

Ultrawave/MagnusSound/Magnus x Soundwave: Listen if the Ultrabulk shippers are starving y'all ain't even corporeal. I show up to this ship with a fucking ghost talk box and some heat sensors, and like one boombox tryna see if GHOSTS even inhabit this bitch. Y'all aight? Are y'all good?? HELLO IN THERE (hello in there) (hello in there). Yall really go all out for the goth shit. Prolly hidin' in the shadows of my house waiting to strike.

Ultrascreen:

You, and I mean this in the most (derogatory) way possible, are a fucking

HOE

Literally looked on AO3 saw nearly NOTHING BUT kinky MF PORN. The oooonly plot y'all got is exactly how long Ultra Magnus can deny Smokescreen an overload. Why every time it comes to Magnus people make this by the books vanilla bitch the kinkiest one. YES I love subverting expectations but can I PLEASE get one fic where he sputters because his partner says a bad word. These two are the main ones who get this treatment, and baby I ain't complaining, but please. Please just- please sir I-I a-ah!

Ultradown: The UltraBulk, and UltraWave shippers come here every year, at the exact same location, at the exact same time, all for this ritual. The UltraWave shippers take out a boombox, some energon candies, and a supersized Cybertronian false spike. The UltraBulkers begin to sing the incantation to summon their fallen comrade: https://youtu.be/m9We2XsVZfc. They must do this once every year, they must battle the UltraDown shippers, though most would say they are a myth, the UltraShock and UltraWave shippers know better.

MagnusOut/KnockMagnusOut?/Ultra Knockout: Listen its not as horny as Smokescreen but the constant tension is definitely there. Knockout is just as horny as the depressed, RE-pressed ass Magnus fans and can you really blame him? Boyfriend? Dead. Magnus? kinky. Hotel? California.

/If I missed any let my gay ass know. Sorry if this ones lackluster, but some of these ships don't even really seem to have a fanbase?? Remember that these are TFP ships y'all.

Also I better see more Bulkhead content after this. Do you all have a problem with truly thicc bootyful babes or what?

#Ultra Magnus #transformers prime #TFP if you ship #Ultra Magnus x Optimus Prime #Ultra Magnus x Megatron #Ultra Magnus x Ratchet #Ultra Magnus x Bumblebee #Ultra Magnus x Wheeljack #Ultra Magnus x Bulkhead #Ultra Magnus x Starscream #Ultra Magnus x Arcee #Ultra Magnus x Shockwave #Ultra Magnus x Soundwave #Ultra Magnus x Smokescreen #Ultra Magnus x Breakdown #Ultra Magnus x Knockout #valveplug

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saevus-brutalis · 2 years

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2021 Summary of Art aka watch me re-design my only fucking oc 😌 9834623 times

despite the year 2021 being shit, i am still grateful for the progress that i have made and i’m looking forward to the future, bettering myself and my technique

thanks everyone for the love and support and i’ll see you in the next one folks

happy new year chooms!

(some additional personal emo shit below the cut)

before January of 2021 i have never attempted to draw a human ever, despite being a digital artist since like 2015. all my attempts at drawing human anatomy correctly or even keeping good proportions were met with failure, thus encouraging me to just give up. countless scribbled out sketches (both on paper and digital) and never really having a great design for a human oc made me feel discouraged to try again, to keep going. so for the past 6 years i did nothing but beat myself up for not being able to draw people, for not being skilled or creative enough.

but after seeing people post drawings and designs of their ocs/Vs from cyberpunk 2077 in late December 2020/January 2021 i said to myself you know... fuck it, just do it.

it all started with me just deadass putting a sheet of paper up to my screen and tracing the in-game screenshot of my V. did i though it looked good as hell at the time? hell yeah. do i think so now? not exactly. but i kept fucking going, eventually stopped tracing shit on paper from my screen and using reference photos instead, trying and trying and trying.

the beginnings - as you can see - were not easy. i still remember being so damn proud of my first ever full-body drawing of my V back in February. i was so excited i even showed it to my friend, now i can’t look at it, but seeing it and comparing it to my latest work? shows me just how huge of a progress i made during those 11 months - not even a full year.

not only did i go through a change, but also my oc/V/child (i mean look at this bitchass). can’t believe that playing one damn game could lead me to where i am now. not only did i once again found my passion for digital art, but also found some great friends along the way (thanks to this dumbass pictured in almost every picture above)

still got a lot to learn, there’s gonna be a lot of practicing and failing, but that’s alright.

to those that are in the place where i was in January and February - don’t be fooled by the examples above, i am showing you my best (in my opinion) drawings. you don’t see the countless unfinished files or ugly sketches that are sitting on my hard drive, never to be finished, re-drawn, never to see the light of day (or the Internet).

don’t give up, you’ll get there.

thanks again, sending good vibes your way.

#definitely didn't cry whilst writing this #saevus-brutalis art #saevus brutalis art

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ohcoolnice · 3 years

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ZARA IS NOT 'AFFORDABLE' and it's definitley not "cUtE"

unless you literally don't care about any of this stuff, then i guess just continue on with your life.

Zara is not your best friend.

Let’s talk first about something called Planned Obsolescence. Planned Obsolescence (source for the information in this first bit) is fast fashion’s best friend. It’s a strategy where clothes are literally made to fall apart. On average, clothes are made to last no more than seven wears, and then they’ll start coming apart, and even after a single wear they won’t look as good as they did when you bought it.

The reason for that is because mass consumption is how fast-fashion companies make their profit. They rely on the fact that you need to buy and rebuy often. So, that cheap shirt is “affordable”, but really it's not at all and it's causing more harm than it's worth like just go naked at this point.

The way these companies get richer is by selling mass amounts, and their trick is to make things that will break. It’s absolutely insulting.

So that’s one aspect that also leads to cheap prices, but let’s look at another way they cut costs:

In order to make more of a profit at the higher levels, these little shits are out here cutting costs at the lower levels, so they can keep as much as possible for themselves. Cheap fabric = bad for the environment and bad quality and also saves money. Pay the garment workers less than minimum wage, or barely enough to live off of = less percentage of profits have to go to that sector, and more into big boy’s pockets.

For a company that has such a massive profit margin, there’s no reason that there is still so much of it’s supply chain that is not even getting paid a living wage.

Source

All the while, the founder of Inditex, Zara’s Parent company, is the sixth richest person in the world. Amazing.

“But these companies have sustainable methods.”

Oh? You mean like H&M’s “conscious collection” that resulted in over 12 tons of unsold clothes? Where do you think those clothes went? Most of them aren’t even made with fibers that decompose so bitches BURNT THEM. THE POLUTION????????????? DOES NO ONE CARE???

And of course, H&M denies that they did this because of overproduction. As if there’s a valid reason you should be burning 12 tons of clothes.

Right, sorry, this Article is about Zara. No, wait. It's not. Because they're all in the same goddamn boat. A boat that literally has holes in it all over and people for some reason keep patching up those holes with their money and then the dudes on the boat just take that money and so people patch up the holes with MORE MONEY And so on.

more sources

“Zara uses recycled packaging!” WOw. gOoD fOr yOu.

Zara also has this program called “Closing the loop” have you literally ever heard of it????? Yeah me neither. I had to find out about it on some random site and when you click the link to it, it’s not even on Zara’s website, it’s their parent company, Inditex, that runs it.

Now this program Is so that customers can drop off old zara clothes and get them fixed up, or just donate them for reuse. Great, right? Yeah, except those clothes are still ending up in landfills once they’ve reached their very shirt lifespan, and there is no evidence that Zara is actually minimising waste in the manufacturing process, and they’re still using unsustainable materials that are basically plastic.

Zara boasts that it gives customers the “latest fashion trends” every 13 days.

Absolutely appalling. Not only because that’s obviously mass consumption and all that, but most of their designs are thanks to other designers.

No one likes getting their work stolen, we see posts about people stealing fanart and fanfiction and not giving credit but imagine literally making a profit by stealing someone’s work and there’s legally nothing that can be done for the designers WHO WORK HARD like designing clothes is freaking HARD y’all.

And it’s not like they’re only stealing from Big Brands.

Oh no. Oh NONONONONNONOONONNONNOONONNO.

Fast Fashion Bitchass “FashionNova” literally first of all has health warnings for hazardous materials on some products (like tf) which is horrifying, and second of all, they’re notorious for stealing the work of female WOC designers.

And there’s nothing these women can do. Fashion Nova sometimes even straight up blocks these women on social media when they reach out, and then continues to make a profit off them.

Kim Kardashian has even called out fast fashion brands for this on Instagram (albeit in a lighthearted way) because it happens so often.

"She should sue them!"

Bitch yeah, she should. Here's the thing, though: She can't.

She did reach out to Fashion Nova:

Please Please click the link and see other women’s stories and their troubles. It’s so insulting.

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If even huge, well known and respected designers have no chance of keeping their hard work safe, what chance do the smaller designers have???? NONE.

Maybe I’ll continue this again later, but right now I’m too worked up and I’m exhausted so I will stop here. Feel free to add on and stop yourself before you buy from fast-fashion retailers again.

PLEASE y’all.

#fast fashion #anti fashion #sustainability #IMPORTANT #the wicked powers #yeah im tagging that fight me this needs to be read

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s-some hcs for miya twins sister (yn miya gang rise up✊🏻) dating suna👉🏻👈🏻 p-perhaps🥺

wow okay thank u for this now my brain will finally be drippin with big brain juice okay so here i go bois

u can’t tell if suna has a death wish or suna definitely has a death wish

like the twins are literally so protective of you

no opposite sex is allowed within .5 radius with u unless one of them is there

and to think suna had the balls to ask you out

so surprise surprise

y’all be dating in secret

tbh that just made the entire relationship with suna more exciting

so anywho

the twins start to notice how you always want to tag along to their practices n shit

when you used to hate waiting for them but now you literally ask them if they have practice

and at first they were touched and was all like: “awww our wittle sister wants to watch us play <333″

but in ur head ur just like: “bruh u fuckin wish. i’m just there to sit and look pretty while looking at my pretty bf u two dk abt <333″

so then they start noticing suna literally staring at u or sumn shit suna doesnt do on the daily

so they obviously get sus of suna

not u cs they love u and they think their sister is a pure angel

so they sit back and observe suna’s actions whenever you’re around vs when you’re not around

osamu: look at him... he looks so in to the game and he looks at y/n’s direction.. i don’t fuckin like it one bit

atsumu, rolling his sleeve: aight bro u know what it is

they approach their middle blocker bestie with the most intimidating face they could muster

“can i help you..?” suna eyes the twins cautiously

“what’s going on with you and our sister?” atsumu gets straight into the mf point

on the inside suna was in shambles

not that he’d admit it, but he’s lowkey scared of the twins when it comes to you

cs he obviously heard stories abt them u know... scaring the kids who want to ask you out away and shit

suna (in the tiniest voice): who?

but then their little act of being two intimidating big bros got cut off cs u walked towards them

“hi are we having a lil party here?” you asked as you joined their lil group

you and suna exchanged a small glance before messing around with your brothers + suna respectively

osamu gives suna a look that basically reads: “this isn’t over”

fast forward a couple of days later

the twins surprisingly had plans and left u alone in the house

so u know what that means ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

you invite suna over!!!

the first and probably the only date u two could ever have

(at the moment at least)

suna was a bit sus and wary over the whole thing like,, how and when tf do the twins have plans

but he still came over anyway

so y’all were in ur room n shit

watching netflix and all that funky shit

no netflix n chill up in here bois ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

just kidding there is netflix and chill

so y’all were kissing up in this bitch right

kiss kiss muah muah

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

then suddenly the front door slams open and cue the twins fighting over stupid shit

suna is once again.. in shambles

LIKE WHERE TF IS HE GONNA GO

THIS 6′1 BITCHASS CAN’T HIDE ANYWHERE WITHOUT THE TWINS SNIFFING HIM OUT

im dead

so anyway

“oi y/n we got you something to eat come down here!” osamu would yell

“coming!” you yell back as you tried to make urself as presentable as possible with suna in the bg just all panicky

then suna is like “thanks for the memories bae” like he was abt to die

oh yeah he is abt to die

then atsumu just CASUALLY barges in your room like it was nothing

“why are you taking so long- WHAT THE FUCK” atsumu just loses it

osamu comes running in cs he thinks his baby sister got murdered since atsumu just screamed in bloody murder but nah

“wha wha wha wha wah what-” - the twins

think of that lipstick in my valentino white bag when they say what

and u were on the brink of crying cs u think the twins dont want suna for u and they abt to force u to break up with him

and suna being the deadpan person himself just sighs and says: yeah im dating ur sister. so be it

the twins were like: :O like they couldnt say anything

when tbt to the time at the gym where they were ready to cuss him out

so they kinda stare at each other for a bit

u know,, twin telfatty n shit

and they suddenly nod their heads and say: “okay. we approve”

a fuckin miracle happend in ur room !! can u believe it ???

but they did sit suna down and basically presented a powerpoint presentation on the things they would do if suna ever thinks about hurting you in some shape way or form

“even if we’re bros from another hoe, our sister is literally no exception. we would burn the world for her so you better set your ass straight you slow starter bitchass lying ass i fucking hate you-” atsumu, frantically wiping his tears realizing his little sister is all grown up

osamu, trying to not cry listening to his brother: yeah suna... we fucking hate you

but fr deadass they have a whole list of possibilities on the things they’d do to suna (or anyone in general) who dare and hurt their lil sister: u

and u were just watching them like: 😬

you love ur bros,, u rlly do

overall,,,, its such a chaotic fun time

like ur a miya, ur life is already fun and chaotic with the twins around as your brothers

and the fact u’re dating suna?? their bestie?? even made it more fun

the end <3

#requests ✍🏻#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu x reader #suna imagines #suna scenarios #suna headcannons #suna x reader #suna rintarou imagines #suna rintarou scenarios #suna rintarou headcannons #suna rintarou x reader

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I have an announcement to make. Buzzardstar the warrior cat is a bitchass motherfucker he fucked my fucking wife

Dw about doing all of these I'm just like um 😳

Buzzardstar: 🌺 and/or⚡️

Orca: 🍁

Minnowwish: ☀️

Starlingsong: 🌈 and/or ☁️

mr steal yo man

Buzzardstar

🌺 warrior ceremony virtues

i think it would be so funny if his warrior virtues were like. loyalty and resilience. because at the time they would be fitting for him, before the journey and when skyclan was all he knew, he was actually devoted to his clan (despite hating like half of its members) but like. well. then he killed a sick kid and betrayed all of them and killed their leader so

⚡️ who would give them lives

ok ok ok i WISH i had written this down somewhere bc when he first became leader i thought about this literally all the time. all of his lives are probably very painful and also meant to be a jab at everything he lacks, to make it very clear no one approves of this. but i think duskstar and buzz’s mother are definitely in the ceremony, probably both at the very end. a fitting one for dusk would probably be justice--buzz will get whats coming to him after manipulating dusk and leaving him to die and taking over. i think vulture might give him one for love or compassion or something, because like. i mean what would You do if your son started killing people she would be so broken up about it all. and idk how kit would feel about this but if blossom’s parents were in it.... god. like god they would be SO pissed and make it as miserable as possible and if i had to pick a life from them it would be mercy. bc buzz viewed killing blossom as a mercy to her and skyclan in his fucked up way, since she was slowing them all down. and its a mercy that he isn’t just struck down then and there by starclan. idk i think it Fits. theres not a whole lot of other important figures in his life from skyclan who were dead by the time buzz became leader so i feel like he might get lives from important figures in other clans? who know what destruction he’s about to bring onto the clans, and are trying to give warnings

god this is so long im s.

Orcasong

🍁 favorite rp / moment

her death scene will ALWAYS make me cry and sob and it has nothing to do with orca and everything to do with seal. her death hit me the hardest like that shit hurteded to rp.... and the fact that it was like the morning after the blood moon makes it feel so. i do not Know something poetic about the first dawn with buzz finally dead and the knowledge that its all over and she still dies anyway just makes me hghghhhhhhhhhhh

but i also really enjoyed some of her moments in the med den with seal. their warrior ceremony where they were both too battered and weary to even walk up to the front of the crowd and they were just standing there holding each other up and i [check_out_how_hard_i_can_cry.jpg]

Minnowwish

☀️ ideal friendships

oof this one is harder bc i Barely used him before we timeskipped but he will always be friends with his mom <3 <3 but beyond that i think it will be Hard for him to make new friendships bc after the almost second war hes a little Afraid of the other clans and will probably stick close to anyone from riverclan

Starlingsong

🌈 something I want to happen in their character arc

i changed what i wanted out of her like every other week and now that the circumstances are different i think its probably going to change AGAIN kjdhzxkjhkjh but. i kind of want her to maybe mend some bridges with rc??? i think itll be hard and take a lot of time but i think if theyre all going to be. you know.

being Normal:tm: is such an integral part of her character now and this is gonna throw a huge wrench into what she was trying to achieve with just her clanmates, shes probably just gonna want to try and put all of it behind her or else she wont ever be just another face in the crowd

☁️ alternate clan au

oh my god ok i g. does buzzardclan count. because if buzzardclan had lasted longer i can absolutely see her having like. a truly evil au or something. she was Young when he took over, still a kitten, and though her siblings didnt really want to be with buzz she was the one who convinced them otherwise (at least thats what i remember happening??? i was so tied up with buzz at the time kajhsfsdkjhfgkjh) so like. i think with enough exposure to buzz she might not ever be on his level but she might end up doing some terrible things, especially if he kept them isolated from the rest of the clan and surrounded by the rogues instead

i also think a thunderclan au would be so interesting. because if buzz found out about his kits before he was exiled he WOULD have hunted them down, whether that entailed shadowclan handing them over after finding out (not sure what dark wouldve done) or him leading an invasion just like he did with riverclan. then just growing up in a clan your father destroyed, a clan where your father started exiling cats who spoke against him including the deputy and a medicine cat, a clan where your father killed their leader AND THE OTHER medicine cat, a clan where your father lied and manipulated all of them. he had his paws in every clan but thunder, sky, and river definitely got it the worst and being in any one of those clans would be so so interesting

#ask #sorry i wrote a novel for all of these

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How would Bruno, Risotto, Jotaro and Abbacchio react to a nice guy hitting on their s/o and trying to get her to leave them for him?

I took so long to answer this🔪🔪

Bruno:

- His silence is deafening because YOU KNOW whenever he ain't talkin anymore and glaring daggers it means shit is o n. The second he spots said person trying to take you away, all that he's going to do is wrap a possessive arm around your waist, his eyes deadly and jaw clenching with unfiltered anger that he actually masks scaringly well.

- If the person in question is actually THAT idiotic as to not take the clear as daylight sign, Bruno will straight up cut their senseless rambling off and brutally say it to their face that you are, obviously, not available and if they won't respect that then they're going to have to deal with him and trust me, a legit angry Bruno is a truly nightmarish sight.

- What's even more amazing is that Bruno would effortlessly drive away any person with malicious intentions or who was being just a bit too insistent with their advances towards you for the man's liking by simply glaring at them or uttering a few words that at first don't seem threatening but the implications and tone and his overall aura would be more than enough to send anyone within a 10 mile radius serenely skeddadling. Like, mans don't even gotta do much to be absolutely fucking intimidating, afterwards his behavior doing a whole 180 and acting all composed and calm like his usual self as if nothing happened in the first place.

Risotto:

- Kinda like Bruno but with a hint of blatant anger sprinkled in since his main tactics of intimidating consist of pure, unfiltered power flexing. Like Bruno is way smoother and sly evem though he's fucking boiling on the inside meanwhile our mcr boi right here would be straight up scowling and clenching his teeth whilst suffocating you to his side as he has an intense staring contest with that person. Furthermore, he ain't afraid to get a little bold/handsy with you in order to assert his dominance either. He can and WILL make out with you right then and there if r e a l l y tested.

- Will straight up tell them to fuck off, like seriously dude can't they see you're with him???? He could effortlessly body slam them into the next goddamn dimension, don't even t e s t him. His buff arm would be tightly wrapped around your waist/shoulders as he'd quietly yet threateningly speak to said person, explaining to them how he ain't afraid to throw some major fists (or knives...) if they won't scramble right then and there.

- Risotto truly can't stand persistent assholes, specifically persistent NICE guy assholes. There's just something about the way they think they're above everyone else and that you somehow OWE them. Expect Risotto to be awfully clingy and possessive later on throughout the evening, like even more than usual. If you bring it up be sure to be either shut off instantly (with a faint blush and lots of grumbling, might I add) or just...t e a s e d since he lowkey likes being an ass sometimes, even more so to save his own skin. Because he loves you, obviously.

Abbacchio:

- Absolutely fucking fuming. It's not everyday that he legit falls for someone and lets them in whilst opening up more than he had ever did in his entire life, and some bitchass mf has the absolute n e r v e to persuade you into running away with them and shamelessly flirting with you right in front of his goddamn salad??? The sheer A U D A C I T Y.

- That being said, expect Abba to be fucking livid as he'd immediately step in between you two, the pissed off goth man shooting a pletora of rather vibrant insults towards the colossal asshole that had the nerve to hit on you right in front of him as he'd explicitly state that you're only HIS. If they won't get it then he might as well punch some sense into them.

- Immediately gets you out of that place and literally drags you home just to be glued to you the entire night. That's it, that's all. Expect him to get extremely defensive and pissed if you dare bring it up (let alone tease him about it) even though Abba knows damn well he's extremely insecure and needs lots of reassurance when it comes to shit like this even though he's fully aware that you'd NEVER betray him. That night Abbacchio would hold you close to him as he drifts off a little tighter than usual.

Jotaro:

- Seemingly calm but actually extremely and terrifyingly livid on the inside. He's quite the observant man as we all know so of course he aleady figured that said person has been lowkey eyeing you the entire time. So when they eventually gather courage and start pressuring you (RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS GODDAMN JACKED 6'5 ASS MIGHT I ADD) Jotaro tells himself that they really had it coming.

- Now, p3 Joot would have just fucking ora'd that mf into oblivion then afterwards silently dragged you out of the room. But if it's diu Joot we talking of, the man would be way more composed (all of it an amazingly well put together act, of course) as he'd at first TRY (emphasis on "try") reasoning with this absolute bastard all the while keeping a firm yet protective grip on you. He won't make a scene unless said person has an actual death wish and tries taking a swing at him.

- Despite Jotaro not enjoying pda in the slightest, he'd be significantly touchier with you afterwards (fucking giant ass picking you, squeezing the life outta your hand or just...straight up draping himself over you and wrapping his arms around your waist when no one's looking as if he's lighter than a feather when in actuality your 🅱️ones are breakable unlike diamonds) and you'd obviously notice it too since he's usually the type to be like that specifically behind closed doors only. He ain't the jealous type in the slightest but it's just s m t h about people that clearly don't know their place that gets to him. He can and will deny each and every remark you make about him being touchy ("So yOu aRe jEalOus"; "nO") even though you'd deadass catch him smirking everytime.

#jojo's bizzare adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #risotto nero #jotaro kujo #jojo headcanons #headcanons #anon

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