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flamingpudding · 8 days

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I had a crack idea that I was thinking of so you know in Dan is Klarion au I was imagining a au based off of that one where all of Danny's children are Klarion is like the robin thing for Batman it started off with Danielle when nabu insulted Danny as the Ghost King and Balance

Ever since Ellie decided that she needed to get back in blood so she made the chaotic antihero Klarion and and her suppose it familiar 'cat' Teekl the way to help out her mother and mess with Dr Fate/Nabu Teekl is actually a bear with an illusion on that makes him look like a cat in the human's eyes

Whatever since the anti-hero Klarion in The Phantom family has been passed down each of them giving their own flair to the persona of Klarion with a different animal every time that they had pretending to be a cat

Tell her to finally passed on to Dan it is an honorary sibling thing each of them has their own antihero name once they passed down the title of Klarion

Diana's query and takes after his father's style of dressing and his tickle is a phoenix

First of Thanks for the Ask! Inspirational as always! Helps with my writers block [insert awkward laugh]

Either way because this is split in two asks... you get two version! One focused on how it started and the other on the reveal! Though the might be some little Shorts... Also there is something really funny to me about a giant bear letting Illusionen into a cat... So Enjoy!

(BTW still thinking over the other ask... and working on it don't worry!)

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Ellie huffed as Danny reprimanded her for her actions. She just huffed crossing her arms. She was just helping Danny. Her mom got a lot on his shoulders and she as the sort of oldest saw that the best. Sure technically Dan was older then her but, he shrunk down to kid level again and now she was the oldest.

Well if she ignored her other brothers but they were only saved recently and still in treatment with Frostbite. So she was the oldest. End of story.

"Ellie you can't just go off like that you know that messing with an Ancient is not-"

"Mom, That Nabu-Guy was being a pain in the a- " - "Ellie!" - "A PAIN, babbling on to much about Order here Order there. How keeping Balance means keeping Order and bla bla bla!" She cut in stopping her mom before he could go on another rant about the Ancients, she needed to treat with respect.

"He doesn't respect you, the Ancient of Balance! You are the literal Symbol of Balance between Life and Death! Aside from being the Ghost King. So of course I had to mess with the one HE mentors!" Ellie added huffing as she crossed her arms.

Danny pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ellie, you created an entire alternate persona!"

"Yea so?"

"You used an illusion spell on Fluffels!"

"And? Any good Anit-Hero needs a Mascot." Ellie shrugged once more looking up at her mom before looking over to Fluffels, her pet ghost grizzly that was pretty much double maybe even tripple her size and the fluffiest ghost grizzly you could find in the entire Ghost Zone, and the cutest.

Danny on the other hand groaned, wondering if he had done anything wrong while raising Danielle. Sure he had been a teen himself but good damit why the hell did Ellie decided messing with the Ancient of Order or rather his mentee was a good idea. "I am calling Jazz! You can explain to her what you were thinking!"

He was definitely to overworked and stressed to deal with Ellies mischievousness right now. Well she did call her alternate persona Klarion, Lord of Chaos. Nope! He was not dealing with this right now, so Danny did the sanest thing he could think of. Turning on his heel and walking away. Where to? Who cares maybe he would check in with his old man Clockwork and see what Ellie had actually been up to, instead of just reading through Nabu's complains.

Ellie on the other hand blinked watching her mom leave before calling after him. "Does that mean I have to stop, being Klarion?"

"Mom?!"

"MOM!"

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"Well hello my lovely Amadillos! Long time not seen!"

Ellie shouted cheerfully as she twirled into appearing hair styled into a horn like form, black suit and she might have over done it a little with the black eyeliner but hey it was an iconic look wasn't it. She smirked as Fluffles growled which translated into a meow for the mortals before her thank to the illusion spell.

The mortal teen looked up at her surprised as she floated down her hand glowing with red ectoplasm (a color change from her usual green ectoplasm that had taken a while to learn from Pandora). Young Justice was currently transporting something of interest to her. Well of Interest for the Justice League, really but Doctor Fate was involved which meant Nabu was involved, which naturally meant she would get involved. It didn't hurt that she would also get to try to try some new tricks.

"You got something interesting there... and I want that." She grinned. Ellie didn't give them long before she acted using the new tricks she had learned.

"Woah! Hey there, watch the pointy and sharp thowies!" She laughed making a quick shield as she blocked some batarangs and arrows before blinking.

"Hey they look different. Robin, did you change equipment? Did you get a new haircut too?" She asked curious but didn't really receive an answer as they ignored her questions and shouted something about distracting her while the others continue the transportation. Still she bend down to pick one of them up twirling it between her fingers. "What gives didn't they have a different design before?"

In hindsight it was probably not a good idea to just abandon her original goal but Robin was making her curious. And she could always find a different way to mess with Nabu. Her mom had given her an indirect okay years ago anyway.

"Teekl!" She called out and only her eyes could see how Fluffles jumped at the call growling in response as he swatted away some of the more annoying Young Justice kids. To the mortals it probably looked like Teekl was using ectoplasm, or well magic, in their eyes.

She used that change to go up into Robins face smirking widely as she looked at the other more closely, trying to get a read on him. "You are different! You aren't the same Robin I meet before!"

She ducked in time avoid Superboy as she hopped back excited with a new idea for her family.

But first she would have to deal with the little chaos and mischief she was creating.

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".....and that is how I learned that the Robin title is getting passed down. So I was thinking of doing the same!" Ellie broadly stated looking at all her younger siblings before her. "We all get pretty annoyed with the way Nabu treats Mom so there always has to be a Lord of Chaos to 'balance' Nabu out!"

She grinned at her siblings expecting the same kind of excitement she had and they didn't disappoint. Danny had been there for all of them, even going so far as in to find a way with Clockwork to save some of their lives. So of course they all would jump at the change to mess with the one Ancient that was badmouthing their Mother just because Balance didn't entitle Order the way they wanted.

After all Chaos was needed to Balance Order out.

This was going to be fun...

[Follow up part Linked here]

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 days

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I'm back wayy too early, Just as promised!👍🏻

How are you?

Would you like to explain, in the Reader of your choice that "Flaxans' king is kinda..", mister?🤨📸

Aaand that's It for now, drink some water mr. Allig-author, I'll do the same.

See you in the close future! ~💙🌺✨

Flaxan Leader x antihero male reader

Headcanons

straight up cant find any flaxan gifs

What do you mean 🤨📸 I said what I said 🗣️

Reader is kinda based on Deadpool, but with some tweaks. Insert also flaxan headcanons, cuz I thought it was funny.

Working with teen team had never really been something you planned to do. You were more of an antihero than an outright hero. Majority of the public didn’t even know about your existence, since most of your dirty work was done in the shadows.

But seeing as the guardians of the globe weren’t responsive, and you had been in this business for a long time, Cecil called in a favor you owed him, which lead to you fighting alongside this group of young heroes.

To you it felt like being a caretaker or kindergarten teacher, since you were older than all of them with a lot more knowledge and experience. Your lack of care about spilling blood and killing seemed to unnerve a few of them, invincible being one of them.

Your regeneration seemed to shock the flaxans you fought, as they’d blow your head off with their blasters, or would slice your limbs off, only for them to regrow in seconds as your damaged body kept on fighting.

Invincible may have scarred his face, but you were the one the one who would become the flaxan leader fought head on. You may not have super strength like some of the others, but your expertise made you even more of a bother to fight.

Since we know nothing about flaxans, let’s say that they flirt through sparring or fighting, so you being your joking usual Deadpool self could be seen as advances of some kind. The kiss you blow him as they flee the first time doesn’t help your case.

After the first invasion, I can already imagine the likes of invincible freaking out a little or a lot about how easily you kill and how you make a joke out of everything. It results in you having to give these young heroes a reality check, that being a hero isn’t easy, and that they’ll probably end up killing more people than they save. That’s your feelings about it anyways.

The second invasion has you involved again, since your extreme healing factor also means you barely need to sleep, eat or drink, as your body keeps itself going without issue. And once again you end up fighting the flaxan leader, whose now got a different look.

The first words that leave your mouth is ooing and awing, purring that you like em a little grey so you are happy to see him. All the talking you did during your first battle also meant that the flaxans, or maybe rather the leader, has a much better understanding of human speech.

The second invasion ends like the first, except the leader is too busy fighting with you to focus on invincible and atom eve, so Robot ends up finding their weakness on his own. Sometime during the fight your mask also ends up getting ripped off, letting you plant a big kiss on the flaxan leader’s forehead before they flee.

When members of the teen team ask why the hell you did that, you just shrug and make some comment about how you two “have a connection”. Its clearly a joke, because you take nothing seriously, but the flaxan leader seems to see it as legit.

The third invasion goes differently from the show, since the leaders risen up to rule all of his people, and instead of wanting to invade earth this time he comes through to court you, much to everyone’s surprise, both you, the teen team, and the media that’s been watching the entire time.

Imagine your surprise when the flaxan leader, now a good deal older and in a powersuit, rocking up to you with flowers native to his planet and what looks like a bracelet made out of similar material to his armor.

It takes some translation and some help from Cecil and his people to figure out what its all about, and honestly you feel a little chuffed at this big guy pretty much proposing to you after two fights. It seems completely out of the norm for humanity, but apparently its normal in flaxan culture.

In the end it helps create more of an allyship with the flaxans than them getting eradicated by omni-man. And you end up scoring a hot older guy who doesn’t seem to mind your many many scars. Its not everyone who can say their husband developed technology strictly to be able to exist in your world, is it? you definitely brag online about it, “if he wanted too, he would” and all that.

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cerastes · 1 year

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To me Dorothy belongs in the your heart is in the right place but how you do it kinda fails trope. The thing with her is that she does so too much when trying to help. I like that she has a flaws that are somewhat unique. She reminds me more like anti heroes who would prevent the problems by just killing the villain. I would probably be skipping her banner because I am saving for Noir Corne Alter and Chongyue. I would not mind getting spooked by her.

Mmmm she's a compare-and-contrast case when it comes to the antihero that just kills the villain in a setting where that doesn't happen (like Superman punching a hole through The Joker's chest for a particularly bad amen break, for example), in that she actually thinks everyone deserves a chance (she visits Loken Williams at jail with this mentality, AKA the guy that caused Rosmontis)

The main thing with Dorothy is that she's an idealist (her second talent is even called "Dreamer" to drive the point home), but one that so happens to actually be a natural genius and a hard worker. Instead of being raised in an environment that would make her be Darwinian, however, she was raised in a loving and incredibly supportive environment. Perhaps, if I am to borrow the words of Donald Winnicott, her lack of a sufficiently good support system (she got one that was too good, not sufficiently flawed enough) indirectly caused Dorothy's Vision: Of course she's going to turn the way she did when not only was she gifted, but also loved and raised in a wonderful household with a big family of Pioneers in a hell world like Terra, fully aware of her privilege and good fortune (she even says this herself) when others have to deal with far worse hands than hers, and that she simply cannot stand for that.

It's mentioned that Dorothy has been personally responsible for immense breakthroughs previously thought impossible in Originium Arts, she is not a Rhine Director for nothing, so it checks out that someone with her ideology and her raw talent would attempt an upheaval of the natural order, even if it means creating something like the Hub: In her mind, not causing the sublimation of the human consciousness into a collective would be incredibly neglectful of her, if it's within her power to do so for the greater good, and it is within her power. Until, of course, Olivia "Mother Fucking" Silence gets through to her.

#2broschlininahotub #arknights #dorothy

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sweet-art-o-mine · 1 year

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Tropes [Death x Reader - Darksiders]

[[A/N: Author Allie here. Still just writing more Darksiders (specifically Death) stuff because I love this brooding old man so much, and I love the idea of an Apocalypse-surviving human slowly worming their way into Death’s heart because they’re just so earnest and nice lol. We still don’t have any requests at the moment, so please feel free to drop something in the ask box! We write for a variety of fandoms if you check our FAQ!]]

Summary: Death and Reader (human survivor) settle down in a cave to wait out a storm. You bring up an innocent topic that ends up reminding Death of some bad memories. Word Count: 1,788 Warnings: None. Just a deep convo about movie tropes and vaguely mentioning Death’s past regrets.

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"Antihero."

The sudden soft sound of your voice nearly startled the Nephelim on the other side of the enclave the two of you were camping out in.

Days ago, Death had come to visit you on the smoldering wreckage of your planet, as always, and told you of his plans to head out soon. You hadn't really expected him to say yes when you asked if you could join him, but you certainly weren't disappointed. He sometimes let you go exploring with him, but there were many more times when he deemed it too dangerous for a human to go and simply left you to continue picking up the shattered remnants of your home world alone. You’d take any excuse to get away from the corpses and clean-up for a while.

Whatever planet you were on now was pockmarked with deep craters and caves, one of which you two had temporarily made your campsite while the skies opened up to a torrent of green-grey rain that seemed to wither away any living thing it came into contact with.

"What?" He asked after a moment of silence when it seemed clear you weren't going to continue. You looked just as startled as he felt, then - perhaps you hadn’t even realized you’d spoken at all.

"Oh, sorry, I was just thinking out loud."

He poked at the fire burning comfortably between the two of you. You laid flat on your back atop your jacket that you'd rolled out onto the cave floor, one arm used as a pillow to make yourself just a bit more comfortable. Dust laid on your stomach, snoozing peacefully. Despair was nowhere to be found, but Death had assured you when you’d made shelter than he was perfectly fine wherever he’d run off to.

"Thoughts are typically meant to be kept in your head," he spoke dryly in his deep, sonorous voice. It may have been captivating to listen to, if not for the fact that he was poking fun at you. You narrowed your eyes at him in a playful pout, but otherwise didn't react much to his words. You'd known Death for far too long to let any of his dry wit bother you - besides, you knew it was all fun and games for the most part. He meant no real harm in the things he said.

"Remember our conversation earlier, before it started raining? About popular tropes in movies?" He glanced back up at you, one brow raised in a curious expression hidden beneath his carved bone mask. There were many, many parts of human culture that he knew nothing about, and sometimes when the two of you traveled and the silence stretched on, you'd start explaining something new to him. Sometimes he would bluntly tell you to stay quiet, but those moments were rare and only reserved for when he was in a foul mood or needed to listen for something. Most days, he just let you ramble on and listened in on every other word or so. He wasn't that interested in how your cultures were shaped on varying beliefs through history or the many dialect differences in otherwise similar languages, but he did often think, with a hidden underlying sense of respect, that humanity had proven time and time again to be quite a formidable people. There was no magic on your world, yet your technology could almost rival that of Heaven's.

Almost. You still didn’t have sword-guns like they did.

(You haven’t told him of bayonets yet.)

But earlier, riding double on Despair as you trotted through this withering planet, you'd begun explaining what you referred to as 'common character tropes in films'. You'd first had to explain what movies were to him, and though he didn't understand how your technology worked, he understood that a 'movie' was something akin to a play on a stage where the people acted out their parts for amusement. You'd mentioned themes and patterns that were often followed, and even told him that there was one he fit perfectly.

"I remind you of a character in a play?" He'd snorted.

"Movie," you corrected him, "But no. Your goals, your morals, they're just like this one trope..."

But for the life of you, you couldn't remember what it was you'd wanted to say. He'd jokingly said it was for the best, that he didn't care to know your 'tropes' anyway, but apparently not remembering a simple word is something that bothers you immensely. You'd been silently thinking on it for the rest of the day, and even well into the night. And, now, you'd finally found it.

You smiled. "That's what I was thinking of! You're the antihero."

He didn't respond for a moment or two, then poked at the fire again, urging the dwindling flames back to life. He didn't need it himself, his body was cool to the touch and needed no heat to function - but he knew it was something you required.

"Antihero," He repeated quietly, staring into the flames. "The villain, then?"

You shook your head vehemently, dislodging Dust from where he had been nestled onto your stomach. The damn crow had a clear favoritism for you, something he liked to make known at every possible moment. Perhaps because you often fed him from your personal stores of dried foods. He cawed in dismay, and you rested a soothing hand on his feathers as an apology even as you continued speaking with Death.

"No, no! Not a villain, per se, it's more like... An antihero is someone who does bad things for a good cause. Or at least, for a cause they believe is good. Sort of like a... the-ends-justify-the-means kind of person. That's what you are! Or, er, what you reminded me of," you smiled meekly, unable to tell if his silence was simply him processing your words or if you'd insulted him in some way. The elder Nephelim had never shied away from his misdeeds, and he'd always been blunt when he told you how he didn't regret his actions as long as he believed in the cause he committed them for.

He had nothing to say to that. Perhaps he was surprised that there was a human term for something that summed him up quite perfectly. It seemed to him that he'd been an... antihero his entire life.

As soon as that thought appeared in his mind, all the other terrible things followed suit, rising unbidden like a poison in the back of his memories. It soured his mood, and he tossed the stick he'd been holding into the flames to watch it crackle and burn. His eyes narrowed.

"You don't know all I've done, human."

You took in a deep breath. That was true - he was a secretive man, protecting his past from you as if it were his very own life he was guarding. You were sure you didn't know even the smallest fraction of the things he'd done for the Balance of Creation. But you hadn't meant to bring up all those memories that seemed, clearly, to bother him immensely. You felt the swift and immediate desire to play it off as a joke or apologize, something to lighten the mood again as it had been before... but you hesitated.

"...Well, it's true I don't know the extent of all you've done. And with your secretive personality, I imagine you'd like to keep it that way," you spoke softly, staring into his eyes with an unreadable expression.

"I would," came his curt, simple reply. The stick he'd thrown into the fire splintered from the heat with an echoing snap.

You nod once, laying back down and staring at the ceiling of the cave. You'd always respected his boundaries and his secrets, never prying or poking into his old wounds - it was a simple act of respect and kindness that instilled in him so much compassion and gratitude for you that he could not quite put into words. And even now, he knew you felt as though you were walking on eggshells around him with his broody personality, but you still gave your all to respect his desires for privacy and extend a friendly hand to him whenever he might want it.

It made him feel a twinge of guilt for his sudden coldness to you, watching you distance yourself from him in order to avoid upsetting him further. It made him wonder why you continued to seek out his companionship, even after all this time.

But he kept his deeper thoughts and emotions, as always, hidden from you.

Long moments of silence stretched on between you two after that. Perhaps an hour passed, or longer - your mind racing as you listen to the steady downpour of rain outside the cave, and the soft crackling of the flames beside you. You'd closed your eyes at some point and now no longer knew how far back that conversation had been. When you opened them again, blearily, you saw that the fire had died down to glowing red embers. Death sat still in the same pose as before, legs crossed and arms limp in his lap as he stared at the last of the light fading away silently.

You must have fallen asleep. The rain had stopped at some point, the ground still wet, yet all the bigger puddles had been soaked up into the dehydrated ground already. Death could have woken you to continue the journey as soon as it'd ended, but he was kind enough to let you get your rest. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips at the complicated man before you. Brooding, sarcastic, cold on the outside and often difficult to approach or have a straight conversation with - yet kinder than he would let on, and ever patient with your grief and insecurities as you trudged through this unknown world without your people beside you.

Your patience for his grief and insecurities was the very least you felt you could do to repay him for his friendship.

You packed up your few traveling items in silence, Death watching all the while.

"Antiheros have always been my favorite characters," you threw over your shoulder with a small smile, heading for the cave entrance. Despair dug at the ground impatiently just outside the lip, already eager and waiting to get a move on. Death glanced at you from the corner of his bright eyes, warmer than the embers still dissipating in the fire behind you.

After a heartbeat of silence, there was a quiet, breathy chuckle. He took in a steadying breath, rolled a shoulder to work out the stiffness, and stood to join you.

#Author Allie #darksiders #darksiders 2 #death #darksiders death #death x reader #darksiders x reader

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thealogie · 2 months

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(recently watched JJ season 1) re: that reviewer calling Kilgrave a "coolly calibrating antihero" incredible literally every word is wrong!! he has NO chill. he is not particularly 'calibrating' or calculating he literally goes around acting out his every whim like a child. and obviously he's never anything less than a straight up villain. the only reason he even pretends to play nice is because he suspects he can't control Jessica anymore and doesn't want her to realize it. I loved his performance in JJ, and what really hit for me was how casual he is for most of it throwing around these horrifying demands, because it just means nothing to him, which is way more chilling than going for a more outwardly venomous demeanor. As another anon said it's kind of a brilliant character design because if he had higher ambitions it would be like an Avengers level problem, rather the fact that he's "only" a petty obsessive stalker keeps the stakes low but so much more personal. I feel like a lot of people (youtube reviewers mostly) seem to mis-read his character, I've seen a few use typical Brit-villain words like "charming" to describe Kilgrave which is funny because, like... check again!? He can fake being charming for about 30 seconds before he gets fed up and goes back to being super curt and rude and telling people to shut up halfway through a sentence.

He’s literally a pathetic man child. It’s like if the guy behind the Twitter handle who is throwing a hissy fit was right in front of you and could actually control you with his mind. I do think they make you feel for him for a second there with all the child experimentation stuff but only to show that being a victim doesn’t excuse being an abuser etc

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acidrcins · 5 months

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did you hear the latest scoop ? we’ve got a new student joining us ! a little birdie told me that they’re called CHAE SEORI, but they kinda remind me of BAE SUZY — don’t ‘cha think ? you’re probably thinkin’ they’re just another TWENTY-SEVEN year old in their FIRST year of some MASTER'S DEGREE IN BIOCHEMISTRY , but wait ‘till you hear about their POISON GENERATION ! nifty, huh ? they’re pretty PRINCIPLED on nullivi, but you should watch out for their VINDICTIVE just in case ! anyway — if you wanna check them out, i heard they’re staying at the YELLOW HALL. oops ! you didn’t hear that one from me ! ༊*·˚

hello, i'm liv and v excited to b here! im a sl*t for anything superpower related and im also still off that gen v high so very excited to be here! all i can offer is this intro post, which i hope covers all the Key Aspects of miss chae seori. if i may summarize, shes just trying her best to be a good person while making questionable decisions and internalizing everything bad that her family has ever said abt her ‪♡‬ a cate dunlap wanda maximoff dupe rly

do like this post if u would like to plot because i would LOVE to and i much prefer d*scord hehe

also tw for mentions of nausea

𖥸 ─ basics

chae seori (often seen with gloves and a mask)

scorpio sun, pisces moon, scorpio rising

born 12 november 1996 in a small town in the outskirts of seoul

currently a first year masters student, studying biochemistry & living in yellow hall

makes poison out of her fingertips & can infect those through physical contact or through air (if in close proximity)

there have been rumours going around that seori is able to give a kiss of death but she would like to debunk those rumors! her lips are harmless really its just the air around her

big on wearing patches but she wont tell you. will make u guess whether she has one or not. (justifies by saying shes just having fun)

𖥸 ─ personality

tl;dr morally grey girl, who's trying to prove herself as a good person (but it's hard when your powers are literal poison). a little bit of a manic pixie dream girl too

positive: principled, collected, intuitive, charming, inquisitive

negative: reticent, elusive, vindictive, temperamental, self-centered

alignment: chaotic neutral (the only principles she follows are the ones she sets for herself)

character inspirations: heavily inspired by gen v's cate dunlap, the hunger games' finnick odair, mcu's wanda maximoff, looking for alaska's alaska young, yellowjackets' natalie

archetypes: the vixen, the philophobic, the antihero

associated aesthetics: shades of gray, smiles that don't seem to reach your eyes, making questionable decisions but finding ways to justify them to yourself, dark eyes and darker nights, flirtatious touches with a hint of danger, red lipstick, unexplained headaches and waves of nausea

in control of her emotions but has tendencies to lash out. she is working really hard to be a good person!!! (by her standards) (she is thisclose to just saying fuck it and just embracing that she is a Villain tho pls someone enable her)

but she can get very resentful lmfao (example A: in her most recent biochemistry class, she told herself urself it was ok that the guy in class just mansplained a concept that she had already understood in middle school but then also gave him a wave of nausea once class ended because he was so fucking rude and deserved it)

keeps up a facade of being coquettish and flirtatious ( i never watched doona but that was the vibe i got from her gifs lmfao ) i think she can be quite charming tbh the queen of breadcrumbing ‪♡‬ keep them close enough, but never enough to touch. it's sort of a coping mechanism. safe space where no one can see what a shit person she really is and how she doesnt really deserve love

no one really knows much abt her and she intends to keep it that way

heavily motivated by wanting to know more! generally the kind of person who would conduct wild ass experiments or "would you love me if i were a worm" i kinda picture it like how finnick in catching fire is like he's paid with secrets!! same vibe with seori :D

𖥸 ─ background

pretty ordinary life growing up. parents are not particularly rich but they don't struggle either. happy small town family ‪:)

shit hits the fan when shes twelve and her brother is fourteen and they find out hes an anomaly. superhuman strength and speed. finds out after he saves a dog from getting hit by a car

if it had been anyone else, perhaps, they would've been the town's outcast but because it's her older brother, all conventional good looks with conventionally lauded powers, they worship him. he becomes the town's superman, girls come up and take pictures with him, he even gets featured in the town parade and seori is just there in the shadows

it gets even worse two years later when she finds out shes also anomaly! but unlike her brother, seori causes an incident of projectile vomiting after a particularly envious moment where her family forgets her birthday and instead, spends the day with her brother. it is messy and disgusting and it happens in the town center. no one forgets. and seori is no longer there in the shadows, she's actively cast out, whispers about why she cant be more like her brother and this is why anomalies should not be given rights

it takes seori some time to figure out her powers but she gets the hang out of it. not that it matters lol shes the black sheep, the 'villain' because goddamn shes literal poison. even her family treats her that way

she doesn't believe those words until one day she gets into a heated argument with her family. tells her mum that shes a person too and wails her father that no one has called her by her name in years and she's nothing but a stain in their family. they don't deny it and in a fit of rage and hurt and anger, she manages to cause irreversible brain damage to her brother

and that is the moment seori realizes she is the villain everyone talks about and she is the monster (doesnt help that her pupils are dark and her veins are black) !!! not a pretty look (think the monsters in sweet home before they transform kind of vibe) and so she runs

runs and runs and runs to seoul where she gets by on illegal means. she is ashamed of the things she has done (e.g., disrupting the storeowners vision long enough to get food to eat, sent someone into unconsciousness and pretended to be their granddaughter caring for them to get a house to stay, batting doe-eyes to boys who will buy her a pack of ramen) and since then shes actively working on being a better person

swears to keep her feelings in control, only uses her powers when justified (although her moral compass is cracked)

𖥸 ─ wanted connections

thank you if you made it this far! ‪♡‬ ‪♡‬ mwah mwah i appreciate u also i love plotting and just brainstorming so here are some rough ideas but OFC always open to talk !!

friends ! or better yet, friends who only meet late at night and you talk about the stars and your feelings and in the morning you pretend you have no other who the other is

someone who's immune to her....

fellow individuals in #STEM

ok this is really specific BUT what if.. our muses were enemies... and they kissed... and seori's feeling INTENSE emotions and accidentally fucks ur muses' vision up and gives them a headache and she has to pretend like it didnt excite her

she doesnt believe she deserves to be loved, so i would LOVE an angsty first love breakup thing. bonus points if she broke ur muses heart

she accidentally poisons u (she swears its an accident)

u catch her doing some immoral shit and tell her shes not a good person

a sam/cate situation. someone enable her to just fuck it youre not a good person so embrace it!!!

i love angst and antagonism so lets beef (ic)

#✦ ・ ooc.

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dirtbag-linecook-kyloren · 5 months

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10 characters/10 fandoms

YESSS THANK YOU @jaynesilver FINALLY MY WIDE READING OF FIC COMES IN HANDYYY

We're gonna go chronologically through my life because I think that's REALLY FUN (I legit couldn't choose a west wing character just know that if there's a secret 11th character is the ensemble cast of the west wing)

Artemis Fowl, Artemis Fowl

My first antihero, and we started YOUNG on that, I was reading these books premiddle school. I was obsessed with these books as a kid, and I'm still obsessed with them today. There's rumors of a third, more adult series when Artemis and Holly may get together and I will EAT THAT SHIT UP I LOVE THEM

2. Vexen, Kingdom Hearts

I Legit think this man primed me to enjoy Hux as a character. Like, I'm not kidding, I was obsessed with him as a kid. I'm 90% certain I wrote deviant art fan fic, but I have since abandoned that account so it's hard to know for sure if it ever got published. I was definitely roll playing at age, like, 13? way too young but god I loved him he was BATSHIT

3. Ianto Jones, Torchwood

Man, I can't really explain how much Ianto Jones as a character, he and Jack's kiss on screen, their relationship, and the events of the 456 changed me? It was DEEP though, I woke up the next day a different person, with much less trust in television writer's and their good intentions.

4. Desmond Miles, Assassin's Creed

We have to jump a few years to mid high school, because no joke I was on that Kingdom Hearts train for a WHILE. I love him, he was probably my first blorbo, before the term was invented. I tried to play the games after (MAJOR SPOILER) but I just couldn't do it. They didn't have the draw without him.

5. Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf

Now we've hit late high school, arguably my second blorbo. As a kid with ADHD, he was no joke valuable representation to me, even if it was sometimes played for laughs. I was also the least athletic kid on multiple sports teams who still tried really hard, so I got him, yknow?

6. Will Graham, Hannibal

It's legit tough for me to chose if I like the Will Graham of the books or the TV show better. (Don't ask me about the movies, I haven't seen them, and I probably won't. Movies and I have trouble. See: ADHD.) I'm not sure if he's a blorbo or just like, a regular character I like? My hannibal phase was my last 8 year ship, so the line is pretty blurred.

Now we've reached the part where I dived into a lot of fandoms at once, because I dropped out of college and kind of did a weird spiral? Idk, we've lost chronology is what I'm saying

7. Artemis Crock, Young Justice

god I cannot say enough good things about her and I also cannot express how much (MAJOR SPOILER) made me mad FOR HER. Like it was cruel specifically to her and we should talk more about that, honestly. She was definitely a blorbo, but we're still PRE blorbo as a word in my vocabulary.

8. Darcy Lewis, MCU

My first real fandom bicycle, I ship her with everyone from Loki to Agent Coulson to Natasha. As someone who often feels like the comic relief character in their own life, I appreciate her.

9. Kent Parson, OMG Check Please

My sweet, sweet disaster son. My emotionally constipated hockey boy. The reason captain america is my SECOND favorite character with a birthday on the Fourth of July. I love him, he was amazing, and also my first experience with like, really toxic fandom was being so mad when people tried to equate his canon mental health issues with a noncanon, imagined abuse?? It was wild, I ended up so distressed about it i did have to leave the fandom.

10. Armitage Hux, Star Wars

I mean you've been on my blog for like ten seconds i think it's obvious?? The others needed explanations but like YOURE HERE YOU KNOW

WAIT I FORGOT TO TAG PEOPLE SHIT @sariastrategos @gingersnappish @fallingdeeperintothispit

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checkoutmybookshelf · 8 months

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Loup-garou and Lycanthropes and Hexenwolves, Oh My!

Ok, so I figured that a noir detective inspired, edgelordy series needed a more aesthetic shelf choice, so as we go forward with the Dresden Files, the photos are gonna be on the black bookshelf.

*Atmosphere*

So, for anyone who is just finding this post, you might want to check out this post for my feelings on Dresden and what my Dresden tragic backstory is, and this post for my overview of Storm Front, because I'm not going to rehash any of that in this post. The TLDR is that I'm working my way through the Dresden Files because until Peace Talks and Battle Ground, I was a megafan and there's a reason for that. These reviews--for want of a better word--are exploring what was good and what were red flags from the get-go. So with the business out of the way, let's talk Fool Moon!

In a classically punny Dresden Files title, this book tells us with its whole chest what this book is going to focus on: Werewolves.

Now, thanks to the excellent work of Red from Overly Sarcastic Productions, I get to link you to this video on werewolves instead of doing a lore overview myself. Many thanks, Red! Butcher manages to really take a ton of different threads of werewolves and gives multiple threads and lore lineages page time. It's actually really cool, because Dresden Files does fantasy lore exceptionally well.

What I also find really fascinating though, is how that fantasy lore is mixed with non-fantasy genres. Let's back up a little and define some parameters and some genre stuff.

The Dresden Files series (particularly the early books) draw from urban fantasy, noir detective fiction, and hard-boiled detective fiction for their genre. And if there was ever a book series that proved that genre is made up and that there are no hard boundaries between genres, this is it. To make it even more interesting, the Dresden Files mix three subgenres. So simply put, urban fnatasy is just putting supernatural elements in a contemporary urban setting. Harry Dresden is a wizard in Chicago. Boom, urban fantasy, done. Noir in general goes back and forth in terms of whether it is a mode (something that defines a mood or tone) or a full-on subgenre, but generally speaking, if we are describing something as noir, we mean that it leans towardds darkness (in both theme and subject matter) and we often mean that is has a mixture of sex and violence. Finally, we have hard-boiled detective fiction, which was traditionally characterized by their antihero protagonists, their corrupt legal systems, and their Prohibition setting. However, the setting and the organized crime antagonists are often negotiable, and the Dresden Files negotiates the hell out of that to have Marcone's organized crime syndicate as well as a few different fantasy factions that function as organized crime if you squint a bit.

To hit all the main points of all three of the subgenres effectively while explaining werewolf lore is really genuinely impressive. That said, the subgenres are what can potentially make Dresden Files hard to read. Noir and hard-boiled detective fiction have misogyny and patriarchy and paternalism and violence against women deeply embedded in them. Kim Delaney is ripped to shreds by a man she is trying to help because Harry gets all paternalistic about his "sometimes apprentice" asking about a type of magic she is absolutely not ready for, and instead of digging into WHY she's asking this, he gatekeeps the information, directly leading to her death. This is steeped in noir and hard-boiled detective fiction generic conventions, and...there's a tendency to sort of write it off as "oh, it's just part of the genre" and just keep reading because the fantasy lore and plot are compelling. And yeah, I fully excused this stuff in early books for exactly that reason.

But here's the thing: Genres can change. You as author can change them, and we do not have to double down on misogny and violence against women and paternalistc patriarchy. We just don't.

I'm probably not talking enough about the plot and characters, which after the lore are the things that keep you reading the early Dresden Files books, because the first three books are aggressively ok as novels, and four shows an improvement and five is a sharp upswing in quality, but the first three books are...fine. They're fine. They're interesting enough in their lore to keep you reading, and the writing is competent if not as polished and clearly voiced as later books would be. Like genuinely, when I do Dresden rereads, I tend to start at either Death Masks or Dead Beat. And these days I tend to stop at Skin Game, because I will die on the hill that Skin Game is the pinnacle of Dresden.

...And I still didn't manage to get to the characters and plot in that paragraph. Look, we're still very much at the point in the series where Harry and Murphy are carrying the series--although Marcone has also always been a strong character--but we do meet Billy Borden and the Alphas in this book, and they will recur throughout the series and develop in some really interesting and compelling ways.

I think that's where we're going to leave it for this book! I have a hard time recommending Dresden Files these days, but if you want to pick them up, I'm not going to say don't. There are worse things to pick up, and these can be fun, if you're willing to turn off your critical thinking for a few hundred pages.

#jim butcher #dresden files #the dresden files #harry dresden #fool moon #adult fantasy novel #urban fantasy #crime fiction #noir fiction #hardboiled detective fiction #books & libraries #books and reading #books and novels #books #book recommendations

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Introducing myself to a new mutual.

Me: I'm mostly on here to yell about how Kim should be allowed to become a villain if/when she gets her own spinoff.

Them: Like an alternative universe? 👀 or in the breaking bad timeline

I’ve never heard anyone say that before sounds pretty cool she def would fit the roll

Me: I'd like to see her story continue after BCS. My headcanon is that she "relapsed" pretty hard back into being Slippin' Kimmy, given how clearly miserable she was trying to be a "normal" person in Florida. I also think it would be interesting if her ruthlessness found an outlet in the form of joining the reproductive rights movement; I honestly feel like it was an oversight how BCS never brought up the attacks on Roe.

Most of my fanfics also involve her going back and starting a family with Jimmy if it's not too late. But admittedly that part is mostly just wish fulfilment.

I guess I would specify that when I say "villain" I really still more mean "antihero". I think Kim Wexler works as a Mary Sue for addressing many contemporary social issues, some with easy solutions and cartoon villains to defeat, some with no perfect solutions available whatsoever; my favorite character arc in BCS was easily the Mr. Acker subplot.

But even if she is actively trying to be a moral person, it's more interesting if Kim is not omniscient and frequently makes a wrong or questionable choice when faced with a trolley problem. Walter White was only ever interested in his own self-aggrandizement, but if I was going to give Kim her own series to go on another power-trip, I'd like to see her trying to make the world a better place and failing. And even in the situations where she does help more people than she harms, she is networking with (and frequently antagonizing) many extremely rich and brutal people, so even when everything goes according to plan, this lifestyle is still dangerous for herself and the people who love her. And in that sense, even if she means well, it's still a selfish goal to pursue.

Them: That’s so so interesting, I always thought that the way BCS ended was great. It was bittersweet. But when I think about it, actually it would be really cool to have an elaboration of Kim. Kind of like El Camino where Jesse got an ending he deserved after all Walt put him through. Even so it is a little jarring to have no follow up on Kim after the end of season 6. I know that morally she is not the best person (as with literally everyone else in the series) but I can’t help but feel she did deserve better despite this. With Jimmy, I couldn’t ever see him going back to being slippin Jimmy but for the opposite reasons. He never really attempted to have any moral compass, in comparison. Which is what ultimately led to his demise. I guess the one thing they have in common is that despite their differences they’re both faced with higher powers and the system that failed them both.

Oh! Do you have AO3? Or do you upload elsewhere

Me: Yes I'm on AO3.

In the new story I'm working on, Jimmy has one job: say no to Kim. I agree he has never self-actualized, so in SK I do have him trying to find his own path. He meditates now and shit.

You can see my fan trailer in my pinned post.

I think he probably would go back to being Slippin Jimmy if Kim told him to, given that she was the main reason he stopped in the first place. But yes, the way I want to write it, even he has roads he's not willing to go down again and would leave her if she ignored his warnings.

Them: So cool :) I’ll check it out when I have time

#better call saul #kim wexler #saul goodman #jimmy mcgill #bcs

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abyssal-ali · 4 months

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Lover or Rival? A Hero & Villain Ficlet

TW: blood, character death

The hero's sidekick crouched in front of the villain, who was kneeling in chains, his head on his chest. Hero came into the room, escorting Villain's wife with a firm grip on her elbow.

Her hands flew to her mouth in an attempt to stifle her shock at the scene before her. "Villain!"

Her eyes turned to Sidekick, who had risen after checking that Villain's chains were secure. "May I say goodbye to him? He's been nothing but lovely to me, although I know he's hurt many others."

Hero shrugged at Sidekick and released his grip. "As long as you don't try to help Villain escape, sure. Can we search you?"

Wife held her arms up peaceably as Sidekick quickly patted her down. There was nothing dangerous besides a small dagger in her pocket, nothing that could break through Villain's chains or Hero and Sidekick's skills, so Sidekick let her keep it. It's not like they were worried she had a vendetta against Villain.

Sidekick approached Hero, keeping an eye on the kneeling couple whispering mere feet away. "What will you do once you execute Villain?"

Hero shrugged. "Maybe retire from heroing? I'm getting tired of this business--it's not all black and white like I thought when I first joined the Hero's Guild."

Sidekick scoffed. "What do you mean? Even Villain's Wife admitted he's bad. She knows we're in the right."

Hero frowned at them. "You'll understand one day, Sidekick."

Villain stopped whispering to Wife, kissing her softly. A tear rolled down her face as she smoothed his dishevelled hair back neatly. She reached down to the floor to rise to her feet.

A horrible choking cough escaped Villain, red pouring out of his mouth and down his chest from the knife in his heart.

Sidekick looked at Hero in horror. "Wife just killed Villain! But their story is famous for how in love they are, rivalling Antihero and her spouse!"

Hero patted their arm sadly. "You will understand one day."

Wife turned to Hero, raising her chin defiantly. "Villain is your concern no more." Staring at them, daring them to move, she swept out of the room.

A/N: Yeah idk exactly. It came to me in a vision and then my fingers ghostwrote this for me. Something something the inherent romanticism of having your lover kill you so your enemy can't something something.

Feel free to expand/remix/etc, I'd love to be tagged if you do!

#hero and villain #fic #ali writes #tw blood #tw death

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chancellorxofxtrash · 11 months

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Okay I'm at the computer now so I can properly scream about the episode

Like! This! This is how you do comic relief without backflipping on character development! The fucking drawings were hilarious and it didn't set back either Ace or Michinaga at all. And even Keiwa's hiding was actually played for drama this time and I fucking loved it.

Ace and Michinaga's constant flirting! The fighting together! Ace pointing out his antihero tendencies! Michinaga still being a sulky little shit! Love them so much!

Keiwa and Neon oh my goddddd, Keiwa reassuring Neon how he sees her as a friend and Neon actually seems surprised by it.

And yeah Ace and Michinaga took their sweet time but they still kept Archimedel and the Jyamato behind so the others would escape. I take my ot4 crumbs and cry about them. Sue me.

Sara and Neon were also super-duper cute and they should also kiss.

WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN lmao @ people thinking he was gonna pull a Kiriya and pretend to be evil only for him to instantly go SUP BRO WASSUP at Ace. Love that. Love him. Once this post is done I'm gonna check if the special is subbed or not

Yeah it felt kinda obvious to me that was gonna be Kekera's and Beroba's plan. Makes sense. I wonder how it will be played out now, that it was spelled out. Definitely not next week tho, that's Ace's new form debut, of course. (But Hyper Muteki debuted two episodes before Taddle Fantasy, so... maybe soon)

Also I love that it seems like Ziin is telling Beroba "it's all fun and games for you, huh, but you know what will happen if you piss Suel off, and he won't let you through the gate, right". Now I'm wondering if she'll be left behind as a punishment. Many possibilities.

IN CONCLUSION

#kamen rider geats #geats spoilers

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viridiansworld · 4 months

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Chapter 4: Reminiscent

Collateral Damage Masterlist

Pairing: Changbin x Original Character [Rory] x Lee Know

Includes: Underground Crime Member Changbin, vigilante original AFAB main character, antihero district attorney Lee Minho

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, mentions of criminal behavior, mentions of past trauma (which include physical and mental abuse), angst, mentions of death and murder

"The coast is clear." Yeji came through on my ear piece. Her drone could be heard swooping through the alley way after it had scanned the building and the street for the past hour.

"Thank god." I grumbled as I climbed out of the dumpster I was hiding in, like I was some sort of raccoon that had been scavenging for garbage.

"You should probably take a shower as soon as possible." Yeji poked fun. She wasn't wrong but damnit I didn't need to be kicked while I was down.

"Ha. Ha. You're so funny Yej." I laid the sarcasm on as thick as possible. "Maybe one of these days we'll switch roles and you can be out here in the dumpster while I'm cozy in my jammies behind the computer."

Her end of the line was quiet for a minute.

"Okay...fair point."

"That's what I thought." I chuckled as I adjusted my skimpy black dress. I had a few scrapes on my leg from climbing in and out of the dumpster. Other than that my body seemed fine but as I suspected, my shoes were ruined from the unspeakable things I had stepped on. All in all I still looked pretty damn good though.

I pulled out my phone from my clutch to check the time.

4:00 am.

"I can't believe we got everything downloaded in time." I sighed, finally processing the fact that the job was a success.

"Me either ." Yej sounded exhausted on her end.

My job tonight had been to gather data. A wealthy business man that had tangled with the wrong people had information on his phone that was needed and I was the one tasked with collecting it. After several vodka shots, dancing, and many disgusting groping sessions later I had managed to connect my phone to this idiots. Yeji transferred the data in time but the assholes friends sharing the VIP section with us noticed I was doing more than just grinding on their boss. I had to duck out of there quicker than expected and the fact we still got the data was nothing short of a miracle. I had bolted out the back of the club and ran for 4 blocks. In heels. Like an absolute insane person. Yeji had eyes in the sky and monitored me the whole time. She suggested I hunker down somewhere because more men had been called in by their boss.

That was how I found myself diving into a dumpster for cover. It wasn't ideal. The squealching garbage below my high heels had been the first sign that these shoes were having their last run. I laid low, nesting in the disgusting bags for an hour. Yeji's drones were circling the area the whole time and she stayed in my ear constantly with updates.

Yeji had said the boss man had fled while his men searched blocks for me. Even after calling in backup they thankfully hadn't found any sign or trace of me. Yeji confirmed they had all reconvened at the club before leaving the area.

Yeji gave me the all clear after she scanned the bars cameras and the street cameras for any sign of the enemy. The perks of having an amazing hacker as your backup was that she could tap into anything at any time.

"One of these days our luck is going to run out." Yeji's anxiety still laced her voice.

"Is that a hint of care in your voice Yej?" I laughed, "Don't go soft on me now!" I walked to the end of the alley. Deciding the best route to get myself home. Of course I overestimated that this would be an easy and quick job. I came here in an Uber, thinking there was no need for my bike tonight. Regardless of overestimating I still handled myself. I've always handled myself.

But Yeji was right. One day our luck could run out, although that was the best thing about having nothing to lose. It won't matter if it runs out. At that thought my traitorous stomach did a little flip and images of Changbins warm brown eyes danced through my mind. It was hard as hell to get the memories of his lips on mine out of my head. Every day for the last week I had found myself day dreaming about that man's lips or hands roaming my body. God he was good with his hands. I pushed the thoughts away. No need to torture myself more. I hadn't even texted the poor guy like he wanted me to. Hopefully he took the hint and figured out I wasn't interested. It was just some fun to be had. A shame I didn't get to see how good he was in bed.

My phone started buzzing in my hand, to my relief it was a distraction from my idiotic brain. Looking down I saw the caller id, "unknown". I knew exactly who this would be.

"Yej, he's calling, I'll talk to you later, ok?"

"Tell him I'll have this data over to him by tomorrow afternoon."

My in ear went silent so I took it out and dropped it in my clutch.

"Hey." I answered the call.

"Success?" The curious voice on the other end asked.

"Success. There were hiccups but... It worked out. Yej said she'll have it to you by tomorrow afternoon."

"Good. One more question." The line was quiet for a moment.

"Alright, ask away?"

"Need a ride?" A black Porsche pulled up in front of the curb. The passenger side window to the sleek car rolled down but I knew who was going to be on the other side already.

"Minho." I said with a little snarkiness in my voice, ending the call since he was now sitting in front of me. I walked up to the window running my finger along the sleek body. "I'm not so sure you want this street trash in your car." I leaned into the open window, his car smelling of leather and his cologne. A very rich earthy scent with a touch of sweetness. The mans side profile was sharp, he always looked like perfection. Like someone off of a movie or TV show. His hair was longer than the last time I saw him, styled immaculately just like the rest of him. Normally he's in a full suit but his jacket was off, discarded in the back seat. His sleeves to his dress shirt were rolled up revealing his forearms. He had a smug smile plastered too his face.

"Yej told me you were hiding out in a dumpster. You can take the girl out of the trash but you can't take the trash out of the girl I guess." His eyebrow quirked at me.

Damnit Yej, I shook my head. He must have been messaging her when the job took longer than he anticipated. I hated for Minho to know anything outside of the bare minimum. As long as the job was done, nothing else mattered. Yeji knew that. An oversized bath towel hit me, slapping me out of my thoughts.

"Lay that in the seat and I'll give you a ride." I groaned from emberassment but still pulled the car door open. Once the towel was placed across the seat and floorboard I quickly kicked my heels off and left them on the curb in front of the bar. "I'll save you the trauma of having those awful shoes in here." I climbed into the passenger seat and for the first time in hours relaxed my tense body.

"Not very often that you come to me instead of me coming to you." Technically he shouldn't be seen with me ever. I'm supposed to be unaffiliated with him. No linkable connections keeps the operation safe. Picking me up from a job? Absolutely unheard of.

"Yeji notified me." His voice was calm and easy, meanwhile I let my mouth run with my thoughts on Yeji ratting in me.

"She could've kept her mouth shut. We did the job, we got what we needed! Just like always." I huffed and crossed my arms, my bull headed attitude always led the charge. I hated Minho knowing when things went wrong. I didn't run and tell the boss about her coms system failing at the museum! Although outing that would have also outed the whole Changbin incident and I didn't need that... but still!

"Don't be mad at Yeji. You know she's the eyes in the sky for a reason. These people weren't planning on playing patty cake once they caught you Rory."

"And I didn't get caught did I?! I've fought plenty of men before! I would have been fine! I don't need her or you t-"

"Shut your mouth for once Rory!" His commanding tone silencing the car. My anger raging inside me but knowing I was wasting my breath arguing with him. We were stopped at a red light. His fingers gripped the steering wheel so tight I could see the veins popping across the back of his hands.

"Fine. It's shut." I taunted back. Resolving myself to sulking like a scolded child. Our usual dynamic these days.

Sometimes a little sprinkle of the nice witty Minho I once knew pops out. We were always total opposites but we did get along pretty well at one point. Maybe it was his job that changed things. Being the District Attorney for New York City wasn't easy I'm sure. He was calculated and business like. He was well put together and ran the whole city the way he needed to. That's where me and Yeji and his other little soldiers came in. We made sure he could secure the convictions he needed. We made the evidence appear when he needed it, we made the witness magically appear if they werent coming forward. He got what he wanted, and then some. His Gucci wallet wasn't the only thing in his pocket. The mayor, the chief of police, and many more powerful players were all in there as well.

"You would be dead right now." He ground out, "Be grateful Yeji gave a shit to do extra work to keep you safe and to call me." A heavy silence filled the car as we sat there. The light turned green so he accelerated as we turned left.

'You would be dead right now' the words echoing through my mind in the silence of the car. Why did he care?

"This job is the only reason I'm living, right? Not that big of a deal if I died." He knew damn well what I meant by my words. He inhaled sharply like he was about to say something but he purses his lips and stayed silent.

Before all this I was a girl caught up in a world that she didn't choose for herself. Just like everyone else in the world, we don't get to choose the cards we're dealt. Your parents are supposed to love and protect you. Mine? I think they had the definitions of those words confused because they did the opposite. They loved each other at some point but once drugs came in the picture, the love for each other ended, and there was none to spare for me either. The love of the drugs was all that consumed them.

Drugs do a lot of things to people. It changed my dad from a kind person to a mean and bitter person. A man who would have never laid a hand on a person, to a man who threw punches at my mother for fun to see how big of a bruise he could leave. She became a shell of who she once was. That's all I really remember. The beginning of my life being so bright and beautiful, and then a never ending darkness.

The darkness was too much for my mom at some point. I was 10 when I came home from school and she was gone. Only a note remained saying she couldn't live in hell anymore. The irony that she couldn't live in it but could leave her daughter to live in it was never lost on me. My mother was the focus for most of the abuse because she was what my father chose to fixate on. Without her though, the fixation moved to me. He was a disgrace of a human, let alone a father.

When he wasnt on a bender he would push product, our only source of income. He was careful to always deal it out so he never paid for his own supply and whatever was left went to bills, alcohol and the bare minimum of groceries- if he remembered to buy them.

The years after my mom left weren't easy and my dad got sloppier and sloppier. He was using his own supply and not selling anything. If you don't sell, you don't make the money back, and if you don't make the money back...well, then your dealer had your name at the top of their list.

I had just turned 14 the day they came to collect the debt. I was hiding in my room upstairs, I always knew to hide when the men in the black suits showed up. I can still remember hiding in my closet as the sound of fighting downstairs escalated. A loud crash shook the house and my dad screamed. I don't know what words were shared amongst my father and those men, all I knew was soon the sound of footsteps came up the stairs and my closet door was ripped open. I fought but it was no use. I was grabbed and tossed over the giant man's shoulder and drug from my childhood home never to return again.

"Do you ever regret it?" Minho asked, rousing me from my memories.

"Hm?" I turned to look at him. His sharp features visible in the fractured street light that beamed through the windows. "Regret what?"

"Meeting me?" He glanced my way briefly before looking back to the road. I couldn't help but chuckle before turning to stare out the passenger side window.

"No Minho...not for one second." And it was the truth. "But I could ask you the same thing."

"I'm happy that he..." he faultered, his eyebrows creasing as he continued. "That Jason..." His voice was tight around the words. Saying this name was hard for him. It was hard for me to. "...brought us together." He finished.

The moment between us was bittersweet. I wanted to say more but I didn't know what to say. So instead of speaking I let the silence fill the car and take control. The silence always filled the spaces that me and Minho didn't know how to navigate.

After some time weaving through traffic we hit a road block. We were in the South part of the city fighting to get to the East but now we knew why the traffic was so bad. Police lights lit up the distance as we got closer.

"Sorry you have to deal with me for longer." I quipped as we waiting in the slow moving traffic.

He paused, opening his mouth but closing it. The potential words that were about to be uttered now lost on his lips. His strong jawed and cold demeanor almost seemed to waver but it was all in my head, I'm sure.

Finally he cleared his throat and swallowed whatever hesitance he had felt. "It's fine." The short sentence allowing the awkward silence to consume the vehicle again.

We used to be able to talk. We used to be able to laugh. If Jason were here what would he have to say? He would probably start by asking us to get pizza and beer. His simple and most favorite luxury in life. Then he'd probably tell both of us that we're being idiots. He'd be pissed to see our friendship reduced to awkward car talk. This was the worst pep talk in the history of pep talks but I made up my mind to lighten the mood.

"This is why I prefer a bike ya know? I can zoom in-between traffic. Nothing slows me down. Your bougie car though? It can go fast, sure, but not in these streets." I say matter of factly.

"Yeah? And what about that time you got road rash when you were zooming in-between traffic to get away from that one guy?" He chuckled at the memory. "Your whole back was hamburger! Gosh what was that guys name?"

"Dominic." I groaned, letting my head fall against the headrest. "Of course you remember that. Fuck that hurt and that guy was such an asshole!"

Minho's chuckle turned into a full laugh, "You had just started working for me." He glanced in my direction with what looked like a warm smile as he recalled the memory "Thought I had made a mistake in picking you for the job."

"Hey, hey, hey! I still did the job! Hamburger back and all! And Dominic got a cozy 6 x 8 jail cell and 3 roommates." I crossed my arms and smuggly nestled into the car seat. Minho couldn't help himself but use that opportunity to dive into talking about work. I'd be lying if I wasn't interested though. We used to talk a lot about the city and the things he was doing or trying to do.

"We finally caught all of them you know? The whole outfit, they're all going away for a very very long time." This had been a years long saga for us. Me helping put evidence of the bad guys at the scenes of crimes so Minho could easily bag them.

"Seriously!?" I was ecstatic to hear those fuckers were off the streets. The web of human trafficking was impossibly massive, but taking out a few strands of the disgusting web out was still important.

"Yeah, it couldn't have been done without you. You found that laptop in his apartment back then that was full of those contacts and leads. We're still utilizing that information. Without it, we would'nt be this far in the case."

It had been 4 years since I got Dominic locked up, so this had been a long time coming. Catching him had been one of my first gigs underneath Minho and I'd take getting road rash any day since it meant we saved so many lives. Minho rambled on about the sting operation the department had done. There was plenty of time to kill while we waited in traffic and I held onto every word.

This version of Minho, the hard working law abiding District Attorney who wanted to catch criminals, was always interesting to see. Because unlike the public, I knew of his other side...or sides, plural. The cold harsh liar who was nothing more than a criminal himself. The man who could torture the humanity out of anyone. His ruthless tactics were honestly an art form. He has a long reach , lots of people doing his dirty work, executing his plans as he sees fit, but he's not afraid to get dirty himself. All of us underneath him are a part of his game. Tied to him by whatever circumstances made our paths cross.

"Holy shit, thats a bad wreck!" I said as we finally made our way to the heart of the accident that was slowing us down. Emergency vehicles were everywhere and cops were directing traffic as best they could.

"Just pray none of these idiots recognize my car and wanna talk." Minho huffed, sinking into his seat like it could hide him from plain view.

A car had been t-boned, it was flipped on its side and it was smoking like it had previously been burning. The char marks surrounding it indicated as much. Another night, another reckless Levanter City driver. There were several human sized masses covered in white sheets laying on the sidewalk as we passed by.

My breathe hitched when the wind blew one of the covers off and recognition hit me. The man laying dead on the asphalt was the man from the club. The man that just hours before I was duping to steal information off his phone. Now, he was nothing but a lifeless cold body.

"Did- did you-?" I turned to Minho.

"I did what I had to." His voice edged with malice making a chill ran down my spine.

"Well...good riddance to bad rubbish. He was a sloppy kisser and groped my ass way to much." I sighed leaning back into my seat. I averted my gaze from the wreckage and looked at Minho. "Your city is safe again." I feigned a joyous tone and waved my hands in the air like jazz hands. He sent a scowl my direction before he turned back to focus on the road.

"I didn't do that for the city. I did it for you. Now that I know he touched you like that... I'm even more glad he's dead." Those veins in his hands had returned, popping across the backs of his knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel. The sleeves to his dress shirt were rolled up and I could now see veins across his forearm. And was that another vein in his neck?

"You do realize 75% of my job is seducing pea brain idiots like that? He wasn't the first and he won't be the last." I watch his face intently. He's so hard to read. Always has been. We usually don't go into too many details when it comes to how I execute the jobs he gives me.

"I try not to think about it too much." His voice low and gruff.

"I've been through worse Minho." His jaw clenches at my words. His sharp features were always so mesmerizing, even when he was angry or frustrated. I had been leaning on the center console as I watched him but decided to nestle into my seat. Our conversation had tapered off anyway so I let the silence return. The damned usual silence that haunted us at every turn.

Minho had been a saving grace for me, in a time when I had needed protection. It's not like he did it all out of the goodness of his heart, since part of our deal was a contract that entails me working for him, but none the less, he was an important piece of my life.

At times he could feel like a friend since he knew my whole story, and honestly, we were friends in our own messed up way. Trauma bonds and all that...

My mind began to swirl with thoughts of the past but a stopped myself. Thinking about the past still made me sick to my stomach. Recalling anything more was self torture so I tamped down the thoughts and switched back to the present.

Tonight's mission could have obviously went wrong and I should be grateful Yeji had my back. I should also be grateful Minho came for me...and he killed for me.

"Thank you...for the backup." I spoke. Iwould definitely be kidnapped or dead right now if not for Minho. I felt his eyes on me as we slowed down at a stop light.

"I'm...I know I'm not the definition of a caring person...but I do care about you." I met his gaze, the stop light casting him in a red aura.

"Been a long time since you showed your heart Minho. Better put it back up for safe keeping." The mirth in his eyes seemed to dance for a moment, a corner of his mouth upturning. The stop light changed to green and he turned to put his eyes back on the road. I admired his side profile for a moment more. God what is it like to be a perfect human with no flaws I thought.

"They say if you take a picture it will last longer." He mumbled.

"But a picture just doesn't do it justice ya know? Your ugly mug is truly unbelievable." Never would I ever let him know that I think he's possibly one of the most beautiful humans I've ever seen.

"The sass out of your mouth is what's unbelievable. Yeji tells me sometimes the insane shit you say."

"First, Yej is a snitch and that's just a pure betrayal." I cross my arms pretending to be upset. "And second, Yej has heard all my greatest hits." I lean back into my seat smirking. I did curse like sailor & tend to get mouthy when anyone got curt with me.

"Oh how Yeji must loooove to be subjected to these colorful Rory catchphrases."

"Not everyone can beeee saur gifted." I say while a big yawn stretches my words. The exhaustion of everything creeping up on me all of a sudden.

"Close your eyes for a bit. We still got a ways to go." Minho extended a finger to the dash and pressed the heated seat button. Soon I felt the warmth engulfing me and I was a goner, my heavy eyelids falling shut. The car was silent except for the sounds of the tires on the road that was like a white noise lullaby. We stop at a stop light and Minho shuffles in his seat but I don't stir to see what he's doing. I'm too cozy. Soon I feel him draping something across me.

His jacket from the back seat.

He adjusts it so it's covering me as much as possible. Minho's smell envelopes me. His earthy relaxing smell. It should be illegal for any person to smell this good. The light must turn green because he stops adjusting the jacket to focus on driving.

His gesture is reminiscent to a time many years earlier with Minho. Memories of that time flood my mind making my heart constrict. Happier memories. Hopeful memories. And for a brief moment, I fall into the sweet spot in my mind where I was happy. Truly happy. So I stay there, long enough for the warm embrace of sleep to take me and the memories to fill my dreams.

Lee Minho brain rot is real 😵‍💫

here's some inspo pics I had saved when I was writing this 🤭

#stray kids #stray kids changbin #seo changbin #stray kids smut #skz #stray kids lee know #lee know #skz lee minho #lee minho #skz changbin #skz smut #skz fic

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graysbullshit · 2 years

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Ok, what the fuck is going on with this new "anti intellectualism" trend? I keep seeing the most obtuse takes laced with lack of nuance on twitter. Suddently it is as if everyone is determined into making everything a part of "good guy" versus "bad guy". Especially when it comes to "cancel culture". People seem to have an issue differenciating "mistake" and "pattern of behavior". It applies to real people, to characters, to SONGS???? It's insane.

Like, with the realease of HOTD I keep seing people saying the wildest things. People have been treating luke's death with a type of seriousness that isn't warranted. Like, I understand he is your favorite character, but why are people acting as if Almond is the devil? Also, the opposite is also true. Why do people insist in trying to take the blame away from almod as if he ISN'T an antagonist? Including the authors! He IS bad and he has done BAD THINGS and he will probably do WORSE things. It's the whole purpose of the character. It's not surprising, it doesn't reflect the character of almod's fans, it should not be excused and it's annoying me so fucking much that I'm starting to wish he'd kill Jake too istg.

Or the Antihero video clip from Taylor. I've seen people say that the word "fat" was being used as a derrogatory insult in the video, and yes. It has been used as a derrogatory insult in the video, on real life, on video games, on books and on other songs. The movement to turn "fat" a positive word is great! But you can't pretend as if the prospect of "becoming fat" hasn't been the biggest fear of any woman for the past 20 years. Taylor was representing this fear, that was caused by the big media, by putting a word that has been used as an insult against her. What is the problem? Did she say that you should be scared of becoming fat? Did she say being fat is a bad thing? No, she simply showed a fear she had that is related to a EATING DISORDER. She is talking about her personal experience people, how ignorant do you have to be to miss this? It's not even a opnion she has, its literally an artistic expression of a personal experience she went through.

Then there's the whole doctor who thing, which I'm not even going to get into because I'll get angry and not be able to articulate my thoughts in a concise manner. In general, my thoughts are [insert angry emoji here].

Then there's all the crazy discussions of my country's politics, which I won't get into because there is A LOT to discuss.

Then there's Tiktok and OH MY FUCKING GOD I HAVE NEVER SEEN A PLACE SO FULLED BY STUPID PEOPLE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. No one does any research, no one even googles anything, no one fact checks. It drives me insane. Tho, I really like tiktok when you ignore this factor.

Anyway, sorry for the rant. It was weighting on my chest and I had to get all of this out of my system.

#anti intellectualism #doctor who #taylor swift #hotd thoughts #i will have an aneurism before i'm thirty #anyway

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catboy-sinister · 11 months

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So I've been doing some deep thinking for a bit. And by a bit, I mean literally over a year. But I think that this kind of thing deserves some deep introspection. Pondering, if you will. And I wanted to share this with my echo chamber of darling mutuals because I've never really talked about who I am on this blog. I plan to stick to that for the most part by the way.

Now for the focus of this post: Why do I like Mister Sinister so much?

Rather dramatic introduction for that, I know. But really, I've been doing some deep digging to understand why I'm drawn to this POS out of countless characters from countless forms of media.

Firstly, though: there are plenty of problematic elements to Sinister... in general. I could make a whole longpost airing out my greivances over the writing of the Weapon X era in general, but that's not what this post is about. I bring this up to state: I do not condone any of Sinister's actions, or his beliefs regarding eugenics. This should be a no-brainer, but there are plenty of nobrainers running around this website. I digress.

I think there are several elements that draw me to him. First off, the surface level characteristics. He's always been a bitch, no matter what incarnation, and I find that hilarious. To the flamboyant Gillen-Krakoa bitchiness, to the subtle/not-so-subtle bitchiness of even his Claremont days. His unapolagetic creepass is just a delight.

His design is also *chef's kiss*. Dr. Frank N. Furter went through a shredder. The cape? Love it. The diamond motif? Love it. The slutty thigh high boots? Love it. Victorian aesthetic? Love it. Victorian aesthetic while simultaneosly being a massive slut??? Incredible. Sign me up. His pasty bitchass has me kicking my feet, I'll admit it.

Sinister was also a major villain of my favorite media of X-men, the Animated Series. (And he was just as bitchy!) I have the Phalanx Episodes on repeat, I tell you. Funny enough, I thought he was annoying at first, but upon rewatching I had the oh...oh moment. (Mister Sinister turned me transgender pass it on)

He presents some interesting politics too. I don't think this is the post to dive into that, though. I've touched on it a bit before.

But apart from the fun stuff, I need to acknowledge the not fun stuff that drew me to him over time on a more emotional level. Now I'll actually talk about myself, as in Apollo, not just catboy-sinister (lmao).

All my life, I've struggled with emotion. As in, I feel emotion a lot less deeply than other people. Feeling something intensely only comes along once every few months. Most of my days are just spent kind of... numb? Checked out? It's hard to describe. But basically, I just really don't feel stuff.

Sinister was transformed by Apocalypse, which took his regrets, morality, grief, etc. Nowadays he expresses all sorts of emotion, but that wasn't the case before. Before, and especially in Further Adventures of Cyclops and Phoenix (origin story), his entire emotional range was wiped or drastically reduced. And lowkey, I felt that? There are plenty of heroes/antiheroes/villains written as manly men who don't need emotion or morals... but that's not something I can project on. A bitchy Victorian themed scientist, though? That checks a box.

Sinister is also just kind of unsettling to a lot of characters in the world. Which honestly, I can relate to. I've literally been told I'm unsettling, lol, and stuff similar to that but a lot less nice. Even though I hadn't done anything.

During my youth, I never really fit in, never made genuine friends who I had a genuine connection with. My friends had always thought we had a connection, but I think differently. In fact, I think I can say that I've never made a genuine connection with someone before. Sounds sad when I say it, but I'm never really lonely. I just don't need that connection. I think Shithead Essex feels the same? He never seems to get lonely either, I'd say.

If I'm honest, it's kind of hard to feel human sometimes. I wonder what I'm missing out on a lot, which I'm sure Sinister never did, because he already experienced that. I feel detached a lot of the time. But I don't feel empty. I have hobbies and interests, likes and dislikes. I just don't feel things like other people do, or connect to them. Don't worry, the psych appointment is coming up in June (it was moved back).

The hardest thing to talk about is our similar grief. I won't talk about what I'm going through, because frankly I don't want to, but I can describe it. I'll be blunt. I know the feeling of watching someone immediately close to you slowly die as you can do nothing about it. So you detach yourself, preferring to feel nothing at all. There is nothing you can do about it, you feel helpless and alone. Essex was a doctor, I am not, but we both went through this similarly, diving into academic work and shutting ourselves off from the world. Of course, his 'academic work' was far more egregious than mine, but the baseline simularity is there.

There's really not a way to wrap this all in a neat bow. It's messy, but I'm a messy bitch, and so is Sinister. I think my final thoughts will be this: you don't NEED a deep, introspective reason to like something. It's nice to have it. It's healthy to do some good introspection from time to time, and critically think about why you like something. But sometimes you just like to look at the sky, or paint, or watch movies. A simple life is an equally fulfilling one, in my opinion. Or look deep in your soul to find WHY you like the sky and painting and movies.

It's up to you.

#woah mama this was long lol #do NOT blame you if you don't read it #feel free to psychoanalyze me #rambles #tw: illness #grief mention

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