#but like also his aesthetic 👌

[starry-bi-sky]

i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.

BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.

Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.

Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.

But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.

Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.

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They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.

It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.

If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)

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Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.

They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.

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Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.

One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.

Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.

And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.

She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.

She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?

And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.

(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)

The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.

Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #danyal al ghul #its kinda hard to get my thoughts in order bc i am ✨unmedicated✨ rn BUT #this is the gist of it #i could wax poetic about how much sam and tucker adore danny as their friend but alas. the wax is not waxing. it is stuck to the paper #and i am chipping it off with my nail and its getting stuck under it. #ocarina batman has been in my head since friday someone come sedate me. him and pit fighter batman too. who is ALSO a piss poor teenage #bruce wayne who instead of a vigilante and villains is a PIT FIGHTER. he fights blindfolded thats why he's called the bat #ocarina batman's Look is if you combined punk + assassins creed aesthetic together and then gave it an ocarina #the ocarina is because i thought it'd be cool if its how he and robin communicated across long distances bc they didnt have comms #because they are ✨poor✨ and live in a one room apartment in crime alley. #and also the mental image of him sitting on. rooftop ledge in the rain playing 'song of storms' from LoZ was too fantastic to ignore #like bro imagine hearing that as a criminal. you're off doing shady shit with your gang and in the distance you hear the faint and #haunting melody of an ocarina. two of them in a call and response duet. and its getting closer. and you cannot find where #siren type shit fr fr #look he has the assassins creed hood and a long ass coat that has spikes on the end that when flared out looks like the silhouette of a bat #on fucking GOD i am this 👌 close to finding an artist doing commissions to make this for me. i am frothing at the mouth #he is 17-19 years old with his little brother-son Robin. Logically Robin is Dick but in my heart of hearts the first Robin is Jason #and he has perfected the art of getting his older brother to play songs on the pan flute for him. long pitchy whine on his own ocarina #the familiar childlike 'pleeeaaaaaaase?' and he knows he's won when there is a 10s silence on the other end before his brother plays #a lullaby. #look up 'sailor moon - pan flute (relaxing) on youtube' and when there's the thumbnail of two green skinned aliens with long blue and pink #hair. click on it. THAT is the song Bruce plays. #hhhhhhhhhhh frothing at the mouth over this au sooo fucking badly

[akkivee]

i like to think ichiro’s arb line about liking his red eye and jyushi dramatically yelling about the power that’s in his hidden eye are the exact same vibes lmao

#this is vee speaking #at least i think ichiro was talking about his red eye lol it might have been his heterochromia in general #amasaki-san said in some suuuuuuuuuuper early interviews that he liked saburo’s design because of the chuunibyou in him #and that’s why i think ichiro likes his heterochromia as well #and therefore parallels jyushi screaming about his eye like the perpetual chuuni he is lol #i saw someone comment on jyushi’s heterochromia like ‘and??? it’s probably just contacts’ #which i also think is fair lol *slams fist on table* BUT!!!!!! #i was rereading jyushi’s backstory chapters (🫀💥🔫) and y’all remember fake ass hoe iyogi??? #i always thought that mfer had a dope design lol like he stuck to his cross goth bit really well!!!! #his eye with the cross in it yaaaaall 😩👌 #speaking of that eye lol after the btch gets arrested it gets reeeeeally hard to tell if that eye had been natural or if it was a contact #*beatboxes* but that’s the point 🕺💃🕺💃 all of it was to show that jyushi’s the real deal and iyogi was not 🕺💃🕺💃🕺💃 #jyushi’s the one with captivating talent and iyogi’s not #jyushi’s the one who embodies the vkei aesthetic down to the core and iyogi in the end showed his ass and never understood the assignment #so i like to think jyushi’s eye and iyogi’s eye are parallels in the sense that jyushi’s got it all while iyogi had nothing #lol this was actually the post i wanted to make but i didn’t want to post pictures of iyogi to show his cross eye was fake LOL #c: ichibro #c: jyushi

[wyllzel]

should i watch rop 😭 ive heard so many things... i don't want to see my silm faves in shambles 😭 but i also want to judge for myself...

#i heard celebrimbor is crusty #and maedhros doesnt have his LITERALLY iconic red hair THAT HE WAS NAMED AFTER #and elrond & galadriel's characterizations are questionable #like ive literally heard nothing good LOL #except the diverse casting 👌👌 #i stand by doriath being east asian 😢🙏 #missing him (túrin) #the indomitable human spirit etc etc #chelle.txt #i know some ppl were mad about the elves not having long hair too 😢 #at first i was like ehh that's just an aesthetic thing but like #its also a pretty big part of how tolkien wrote elvish culture #like lúthien chopping her hair off to save beren was a big moment bc elves traditionally keep their hair long #so like. :/ wigs are a thing #ok i give in i will maybe try the pilot lol #my 2nd age knowledge is rusty at best but

[quills-of-freedom]

Reiner Braun Relationship

Aesthetic, vibes & various.

♌

💥

🌦️

🐻

🥩

🍺

🏈

🍲

🏆

🧸

🚿

👔

👞

📖

💭

🏳️

It's no secret that Reiner is a huge soft bear at heart. When he loves, he loves so deeply, your presence in his life being his saving grace for the reignition of his love for life.

He’s a broken man and needs so much love, affection, patience and tonnes of words of affirmation and reassurance.

With all of the above showering him, slowly bit by bit, you can stitch this torn man back into one piece. The scars will remain but you will recognise that long-missed mischievous glint behind his honey eyes.

Always, always over the moon to see you. His face will instantly soften as he opens his arms in a welcome embrace.

Ideal dates;

Reiner isn’t fussed about where you go or what you do. He’s just happy to be in your presence. Your vibe is so healing to him, he’s almost addicted to you.

But his perfect ideal date with you is a casual stroll through the park with ice cream. His happiness returning as he takes the tip of his finger and scoops up the cold cream, dabbing it on your nose.

He’ll laugh so hard as your brows furrow and your eyes cross, before pulling you in with one arm and kissing it off you.

Picnics, quiet and private dates are his favourite. But he doesn’t mind taking you out to a fancy restaurant either.

Will be so proud to have you on his arm, his chest will swell with pride like - yeah. This is my woman.

So thoughtful. Will make it tradition to get you flowers every other Sunday. Or he’ll notice your eyes lingering on a cake in a bakery window and BAM. The next day he’s placing that very same baked good into your hands with a soft smile.

Modern AU

Like Porco is a big fan of sports. He likes to play rugby, keeping fit.

Also, loves his food. Cook for him and feed him well and he will never stray. (Not that he would anyway, but you know what I mean)

Always smells great. Even his sweat has a sweet tinge to it.

A sucker for a glass of beer while watching the sports channel in the bar.

Quiet and reserved but around those he trusts, he’s like his old self. Cracking jokes, belly laughing and making crude remarks to you with a mischievous grin.

Very respectful of you. And just an all-round gentleman.

Tight shirts and polos that hug his form beautifully 🔥

Those sleek, black trousers or jeans that hug his ass just… 👌

Cologne and aftershave, shower gel and bubble bath scented.

NSFW

Someone get this man a glass of water. Because he’s not okay.

He is so nervous when you first have sex. Not for himself and performance - but he’s so large he’s terrified he’ll lose control and hurt you.

Because boy, does he want you, bad.

He’s shy too, the first few times. Not knowing where he can touch you, the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable.

Takes a lot of reassurance for him to become more comfortable with you.

Will absolutely be in awe each and every time you make love. No matter how many times you’ve done it, or how long you’ve been together. He always feels like the luckiest man alive to have you.

People like to canon him as some extreme Dom. He really isn’t. He can take charge, sure. But hurting you or degrading you in any way is a huge turn off for him.

That’s not saying he can’t take control and be a little rough with you. Because he certainly can.

Can and will fuck you against walls. Bend you over a desk and take you.

Loves eating you out. Could do it for hours. And if you take him into your mouth, he swears he’s died and gone to heaven.

“Do my fingers feel good inside of you, huh?”

“You’re so tight baby…”

“God you're so perfect.”

“I love you so much.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Ah, your pussy… It’s going to make me cum babe…”

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock…”

Are some of the things he’ll often grunt or whisper.

Kinks

Breeding. Breeding. Breeding kink. Reiner's blood runs hot with the need to impregnate you - to breed you with his seed and create a little human that is half you and half him. To Reiner, this is the ultimate form of love and trust.

Service kink. Loves pleasuring you and making you feel like the queen you are. Praising you endlessly.

Mating pressing. Nothing he likes more than pinning you in place with his body weight, his large cock dipping in and out of you deeply. His fingers will lace with yours as he buries his head in the crook of your neck while he whispers how much he loves you.

Will keep himself plugged in after he’s come, and when he does remove himself, will push any dribbling cum back inside of you with his fingers.

Aftercare

Reiner is up there with the best of them when it comes to aftercare.

Will kiss anywhere he’s gripped you too hard or bitten you in his joy.

Will ask if you’re okay, embracing you against his solid chest.

Tell you how amazing it was and how much he loves you.

Will gladly carry you to the shower, even washing and combing your hair.

Changes the sheets too as you change into your PJs.

Will order food or whip up a quick snack for you both.

Spoons and bear hugs all night long.

Dates 10/10

Thoughtfulness 10/10

Affection 10/10

Sex 10/10

Aftercare 10/10

It’s no secret… My husband is perfection.

You’d better love him and love him well. He deserves the best. 💓

#reiner x reader #snk x reader #reiner x you #reiner brainrot #reiner braun #reiner imagine #reiner snk #reiner smut

[crystallizsch]

14 and 15 for Jamil

HI HI thank you for the ask!!! :D

and AJKLDJF more jamil yes yesss

━━━━━━✦ 14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to [Jamil].

OKAY SO I KNOW I SAID DRAWING BREAK BUT I COULDN'T HELP ITTT

BREAKDANCER / STREET OUTFIT????

IT'S A BIT SIMPLE BUT ALJDKLFJLDJDF sleeveless hoodie my beloved hnnghhhh

oh my god this pose was agony alkdjfklsdajl

anyways yes hi i made breakdancer jamil :D

━━━━━━✦ 15. What's your favorite ship for [Jamil]? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

The one I've been seeing around is Azul x Jamil and omg it's a really funny dynamic. I love what people do it with it.

I don't ship it necessarily but i love the idea of azul basically being "i want you ✨✨" and jamil is like "fucking no"

hgdksljfdk i love funny dynamics of back-and-forth rivals/enemies to possible affection afterwards

AND the contrast of azul being water-based and jamil being based on the desert? good stuff good stuff

There's also the thing about azul being one who worked for his abilities and shows it off vs jamil who seems to just be naturally good at everything but has to hold it back which is also 👌👌👌 i love relationship dynamics help

link back to ask game!

#i love dressing this guy up #ahhhhh #thank you for the ask!! #✦'-asks #✧'-ask-game #★'-twst-rambles #twst #twisted wonderland #★'-art

[cjskribblez]

So we've got why you don't ship FH, but now can we get why you ship ranchers? :33 I'm a huge ranchers enthusiast, and it has always been my favourite ship/duo, but I love to hear how other people see it!

Sure omg! I always love to gush about them hehe

I want to preface this by saying I don't hate flower husbands at all! I just like ranchers more :) I like empires fh/or fh from Scott's perspective. Especially if Scott a bit regretful, but anyways, Rancher talk time

So first off I adore their whole aesthetic. Their complimenting color schemes and similar pallette make them so satisfying to draw. Just slap all the warm colors and it's them!! Minimum effort required. It's amazing. Also the entire ranching aspect 🥺 taking care of animals and farming is just so. Ugh,,, the wanting and reaching for a simple life, even if they know it won't last very long.

Secondly I love how silly they are! Their personalities mash so well :,)

Jimmy with his sweet regretful stance on things and Tango with his silly strange sounds and fiery nature.. 🤌👌 it is peak.

I like how they both think they're the problem, the curse. Obviously we have the canary, but Tango was the one that got them killed first. That couldn't have felt good. Yet despite knowing Tango has never been good at pvp and Jimmy always went out first, they never gave up hope. It was an alliance doomed from the start, and they both knew it deep down, I think. But they were never cruel to each other.

They lived like they had a chance. They burned bright and quick, and then they burned out. I think there's something really beautiful about that :,)

#/p shipping #UGG there is SO MUCH MORE #I COULD GO ON FOREVER #but this covers the gist i think #i just love tjem alot ok #GLAD TO SEE FELLOW RANCHERS ENJOYERS MWUAH MWUAH #tysm for the ask! #cj answers #team rancher #im a big sucker for “it was doomed from the start” ships man idk

[papermatisse]

Solace || B.JY

† genre: horror, fluff?

† word count: 5.4k

† warnings: extreme stalker behavior, paranoia, betrayal

† synopsis: when the world seems to be entirely against you, sometimes all you need is a comforting set of arms and whispered reassurances to get you by.

† (a/n): fourth installment of spooktober anthology! stalkers freak me TF out :)! this is also the longest one thus far 👌. enjoy!

† taglist: @scuzmunkie @hipsdofangirl @hydroyaksha

anthology | masterlist

The life of a star is never purely the glitz and glamor they portray it as being, and the same goes for social media influencers. Not that she'd compare herself to a star, because she was anything but. Just an average nobody who managed to post pretty, aesthetically pleasing pictures that appealed to the masses. Though aside from the few hundred thousand people who awaited for her next update, she lived her life just as normally as anyone else. Wake up, go to work, go home. If she was feeling especially daring, perhaps she'd take a different route home just to experience something new. Her free time was spent traveling with her friends and gaining new experiences in life, all the while taking pictures to document her memories forever.

Perhaps things started changing around the time she grew more comfortable with her platform. She'd perfected the art of showing, not telling. Her brief stories were enough to sate the curiosity of her followers, though still maintain her overall privacy. She'd even grown comfortable slapping on the locations of her travels—albeit, she'd post them after she left.

At first, it was mundane. A simple acknowledgement of profile names she recognized as being veteran followers. She'd look out for their sweet comments or if they tagged her in any content. Sometimes she'd even invite them to her live sessions for simple one-on-one chats. There really was no indication of any ulterior motives.

The first time she sensed something off was after having had dinner with her friends, as she scrolled through the comments of her latest post featuring said meal. A single comment amidst the sea of a thousand others, seemingly unassuming at first glance, though enough to stir a feeling of unrest within her.

"The picture doesn't capture how absolutely tender your steak really was."

It left a lingering thought in her mind as she went to sleep that night. It's a common statement, and one she's heard quite a few times, though in the context of meeting someone in person. They usually like to comment something nice like "your pictures do you no justice," or something along those lines. Hearing this comment online, and not even about herself, just felt… off. Though she tried not to dwell on it. There will always be a shroud of ambiguity when conducting communication online. It's a facet of this life that she must consider at all times.

Though as time progressed, the strange occurrences seemed to only intensify from that point on—all deriving from the same username.

DanteanNomad.

She recalled the name towards the start of her account, though he never actually spoke. That comment of her dinner was his first interaction with her. The first of many, so it seemed.

He had begun leaving comments on every new post she made, each comment just barely skimming the gossamer thread of suitability.

"You have such a captivating presence, even in the virtual world."

"I find myself coming back to your profile long after you've posted, just because you're always on my mind."

"I'm always eager to see what you'll share next. It's like a little window into your world."

He even comments in her lives, yet somehow only she seems to be wary of his approaches. No one else seems to notice. Her friends have merely suggested blocking or reporting him, yet something deep in (y/n) knows that won't do her any good. Especially after a certain post she made garnered yet another comment from this person.

"The blue sweater was a good choice."

It was his most unsettling comment. It was mundane like everything else he says, though the underlying connotations were beginning to surface in her mind. Because how else would he have known that she spent nearly an entire hour debating on wearing it before finally opting to do so? And through the gut wrenching anxiety which twisted her insides and tormented her heart, she successfully blocked him.

At least that's what she thought happened. However, he continued to appear on her account, as if her countermeasure did absolutely nothing to deter him. Neither blocking, nor reporting, nor even calling customer support for assistance. Nothing seemed to rid her of this plague upon her life.

His words were beginning to get to her, and she felt herself sinking into a dark chasm of paranoia. As if nowhere was safe for her anymore. As if her own walls seemed to be only a mode of voyeur for his own sick delight. It left her seeking an answer to her anxieties, worriedly searching her home with a wooden bat at the ready, yet coming up empty. Not even a secret camera nestled in any dark and unassuming nooks of her room. Yet these precautions did not sate those paranoid thoughts consuming her.

"How about we host a party?" Belle suggested, hope in her voice as the group of friends sat together at a cafe. "A little house party at my place! Just us. We'll invite some trusted friends and colleagues. Just let loose, without the worries of being in a public place?"

The group slowly turned to (y/n), nestled in the corner of the booth, sipping away at her beverage whilst nervously considering the proposition. Her friends had been nothing but supportive, albeit with a touch of skepticism in their mannerisms. They didn't see the cause for concern in it all, but they saw (y/n) and how the occurrences ate away at her. To them, she was perhaps going through a minor mental breakdown and needed all the support she can get.

So while the prospect of a party made her incredibly uncomfortable, especially during such a strenuous time as this one, she could see where her friends were coming from. She could see their attempts at a compromise. They wanted to bring her relief in the only way they knew possible, which was having fun and forgetting your worries. The thought was touching, even if the idea of a party brought a subtle edge to her disposition. She didn't want to be a damper on their fun. She didn't want to be the driving force to expel her friends from her life.

And so she found herself, rather unwillingly, nodding along to their idea.

With the party in full swing, (y/n) attempted to blend in with the other participants. Some faces she recognized, others she didn't. Names had begun to blur into one, and she found it more and more difficult to keep track of the attendees with every new introduction she received.

Sooner rather than later, she found herself slipping out the sliding glass door onto the balcony. The cool night air was a comforting presence on her overheated body, sharply contrasting with the sheen of sweat residing over every square inch of revealed skin. With the full moon hanging overhead,she allowed herself to drop her defenses, body weary from being on edge the entire night. The thought of leaving revolved around in her head, and she toyed with the idea, amusing herself with silly schemes of escaping under the surveillance of her friends.

The sound of the sliding glass door jostled her from her thoughts, defenses building up once more as she turned around and prepared herself for the battle of socializing.

"Hey," the man greeted, gently nodding her way. He was another familiar face of many. A friend of a friend's, no doubt. While she wanted to dismiss him, she knew he meant well.

"Hello," (y/n) responded meekly, nervously tapping a finger against the red cup in her hands. The man gave her space, which she was rather grateful for, as he approached the railing of the balcony and leant against it.

"Taking a break?" He continued, staring out into the city. Whilst his eyes lingered elsewhere, he carried that air that his undivided attention was upon her.

"Yeah." He never turned to her, and so she followed his lead, staring out at the city below. Though unlike him, her resilience was much weaker, and she continuously kept glancing his way. "You, too?"

"Just a little break. Never hurts to lay low for a few minutes. Get off the freeway and do a little drive."

Such a simple analogy, one that seemingly pertained to solely the party, though she couldn't help but gape slightly at his words. They seemed to transcend the immediate situation and coincide with her exact predicament. And the subtle dose of validation had her defenses weakening by the minute.

"Yeah, I get that. I get that a lot actually." Her voice wavered as her emotions seemed to take over, doing everything in her power to hold the onslaught of tears threatening to be released. The last thing she wanted was to startle away this kind stranger with a sudden bout of crying. Though he was just full of surprises she wasn't prepared for.

"Hey. Hey, it's alright. You're okay." His voice was soft, retreating from the railing in favor of comforting her any way he could. He hesitated in touching her, hands hovering over her body, though his presence alone seemed enough for her defenses to all but crumble as the first sob broke through. And then the next. And soon she was full blown weeping into this man's chest, burying her face into his dark sweater and releasing all of her pent up frustrations.

His arms around her were a comforting constant, rubbing up and down her back and holding her tightly against him. She felt… safe. For the first time in a long while, she didn't feel eyes upon her or the paranoia that someone was attempting to infiltrate her space. It was just her and him. And she couldn't have been more grateful.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, hands grasping at his top in desperation, not wanting this reprieve to ever end. He seemed to understand as he just shushed her and drew her closer.

"It's okay. You're okay."

She didn't know for how long they stood there for, rocking back and forth in this calming trance-like state. As if slow dancing to the acoustics of the cityscape below them. And it was all she could have asked for.

"Thank you. For everything." A final sniffle on her part, and she hesitantly shifted to look up at him. "I don't know your name." He let out an amused huff, arms still wrapped around her body, though retracting just enough to meet her curious gaze with his own delighted one.

"Jinyoung."

The coming days were a mix of ups and downs which rattled the very fabric of her life. Any semblance she may have attained had been washed away with the torrential events succeeding that of the party.

On the one hand, following that very night on the balcony, (y/n) found herself more than grateful to have met Jinyoung. Sweet, attentive, dedicated Jinyoung.

He filled her days with kind messages, reminders she was not alone in this and that he was always there for her whenever she needed him. It was a comforting sentiment, waking up to texts from him and then going to sleep on call with him. He'd send lovely pictures to her, like a dog he passed by on a walk, or the setting sun from the view of his apartment. As if saying he thinks of her in everything he sees.

Jinyoung through his ceaseless attention upon her proved how truly little her friends seemed to acknowledge her and her situation. The way he provided his undivided attention whenever (y/n) deemed to speak on the subject was further proof that her friends had merely granted her a percentage of the help she needed. She realized she was venturing into dangerous ground, though she couldn't deny the feeling that Jinyoung was perhaps the only person she really needed in this lifetime.

And he continued to prove that with every thoughtful action of his.

Though even with this brief reprieve, the plight seemed to only spiral more out of hand than ever initially conceived.

Again, it started out covert. Live streaming with her fans when she accidentally broke a vase of hers. It was entirely circumstantial, and she laughed it off for the viewers, even if she was disappointed in the cute decor she had picked out herself when first moving in.

Within a matter of days, however, the once demolished vase she presumed she'd never see again was found at her doorstep, neatly tucked away into a box. Pristine and brand new.

Her friends all praised the mystery fan who sent it, commenting on how sweet it was of them to do so, but (y/n) grew even more uncomfortable, as all she had ever shown of that vase was a single shard when it broke. There was no possible way for someone to know the exact item she once had.

Her suspicions were soon being proven with the first sighting of a photograph in her mail. Photos of her house. Photos of the cafe she frequents. Photos from her friend's house where the party was just a few weeks ago. All information she's never revealed online before.

The next set of images was that of her in her day to day. Walking with her friends at the park, reading at the cafe, even shopping at the grocery store. Images taken from afar, though unsettlingly close enough that she could have very well seen them had she looked around.

At this point, her friends were now growing wary of the situation, understanding the severity of it all as it had gotten this out of hand. Jinyoung was the one to suggest the cycling method. One person stays with (y/n) at all times. Whether it be staying over at her house or spending the day with them elsewhere, she would always be monitored by one of them.

Surprisingly, they all agreed, and the rotations soon began. Just as Jinyoung had planned, one person would take night shift, and when the next would show up for their shift, they'd leave. Things seemed to work swimmingly, and (y/n) felt more comfortable than she had in ages. She began reducing her time online, as well, keeping her online presence even more professional and disconnected than ever before. If there was anything she was doing to feed this person's delusions, she wanted to put an end to it as soon as possible.

"Where did you go?" Jinyoung asked from where he sat on her couch, eyes remaining on the screen where their movie was still playing.

"I went to get the mail before it got dark," (y/n) responded, pressing her back against the door to close it as she made her way back to the living room with Jinyoung. She shuffled through some junk mail and a few letters from fans before landing on a small mailer package. There was nothing attached to it. No return address or indication of any shipping company, nor did she recall ordering anything recently.

Absentmindedly, thoughts still wandering on the subject of what she could've purchased, she peeled back the sticky opening, reaching in to retrieve the item. Though as her fingers grazed a suspiciously familiar material, she retracted, eyes widened as fear began to settle in once more.

The fabric was unmistakable. Something that had been lingering in her mind for quite some time now, and she both wanted to confirm her fears though also run away from them.

Tentatively, she tilted the package her way, peeking into the mailer for a mere second before a gasp ripped forth from her throat, tossing the offending object across the room.

"(y/n)?" Jinyoung was immediately by her side, movie abandoned as he focused on the panicked girl hyperventilating and staring at the thrown package. His hands wandered about, brushing back her hair, stroking away her tears, squeezing her shoulder, anything to get her back to reality. "(y/n), talk to me. What's going on?"

She was silent. Her throat had constricted upon itself. The room seemed to sway in this infinitesimal spiral, as if her body wanted to shut down, though her brain refused to go unconscious. This painstaking tug of war that left her absolutely deteriorated.

There was a momentary lapse in her demeanor as Jinyoung's presence anchored her to reality. His soft and warm touch grounding her when she could have drifted off long ago. His sweet whispers murmured into her ear, drawing her away from the accursed object lying at the other end of the room. And she was once more glad to have Jinyoung by her side, lulling her to a rare yet ever so peaceful slumber.

When she wakes up, she'll explain it to him. She'll explain how weeks ago, as she did her laundry, she realized her favorite undergarment had all but disappeared. She'll explain how she searched high and low yet couldn't find it anywhere. She'll explain how she briefly forgot about it from how long it's been.

She'll explain how she finally found them—in an anonymous package delivered to her.

"Is this the last of it?" Jinyoung's voice sounded from behind (y/n) as she stood amongst a sea of boxes. A quick scan of the room, listless and barely even acknowledging anything, she turned to Jinyoung with a nod.

"Yeah… That's all of them."

"Are you sure?" He asked again, stepping into the room to stand beside her. She looked around again, though now she felt even less concentrated on the matter as his gentle touch once more rested on her, warmth penetrating through her sweater and stirring a sense of comfort in her conflicted mind.

Another nod, along with a brief and assured smile, and Jinyoung finally seemed sated. He glanced around alongside her, eyes scanning the many boxes scattered about his guest room.

"We'll get to packing after we eat, yeah? What would you like?"

"You can order whatever."

"I want to eat what you want to eat."

Her cheeks warmed under his attentive gaze, muttering something about giving her time to think as she wandered out into the main living area of his apartment—of course, with Jinyoung in tow.

As if he hadn't done enough for her as is, the moment that horrid package arrived at her home, Jinyoung had all but insisted she live with him. At least for the time being. Until she can find her bearings. Find a solution to this ordeal.

It had taken some insisting on his part, as she didn't want to burden Jinyoung anymore than she already had. He urged her into accepting, anguishing over the possibility of her being harmed while he's not there for her. How tormented he'd feel if she were to ever get hurt. And no matter how much she wanted to reject his proposal, insist that she could return home to her parents whilst she figure out the ordeal, she felt compelled to accept his offer. His soothing warmth encompassing her as she wept into his chest, the low timbre of his hushed voice quelling her frightened soul. Jinyoung felt like safety.

His apartment reflected his personage well. As if a perfectly crafted haven for her. Decorating which fit her tastes to a tee, kitchen stocked with all of the foods she loved to eat, even her favorite candle scent filling the air whenever she walked around. Her room as well carried this sense of home with it. Even with the swarm of boxes stacked within it, it felt like she belonged there.

All of this was only a mere factor of her new happy living situation, as the primary source of that security came with Jinyoung's presence. Those texts she had always loved receiving now transitioned into little sticky notes everywhere. Reminders to eat and take care of herself, to text him when she wakes up, silly jokes to brighten up her day. And when he'd arrive home to see her seated at his couch, the mirthful smile that would spread on his face all but melted her heart. The grins he'd give her as they cooked dinner together, watched movies together, existed as one together.

Perhaps that's why she wasn't too shocked when Jinyoung one day asked her to be his.

A sweet and simple declaration of love. With full stomachs and wine muddled minds, he professed how he felt whilst they sat in the living room, movie long forgotten as their conversation hit uncharted waters. His thumb smoothed over her knuckles, eyes ardently staring into her own as he spoke. It was undeniable now how smitten she was with him, something she hadn't truly processed with all that had been conspiring in her life. Though now with the light of the moon seeping into their home, intermingling with the warm orange glow of the lamps, movie droning on as mere white noise in the background, and Jinyoung's adoration practically radiating off of him in waves, she felt it near impossible to reject him. A shy smile and a whispered acceptance, their fates were sealed with a deep and passionate kiss.

A whirlwind romance that seemed too good to be true. Sticky notes exchanged for morning whispers and good night kisses. Cuddles on the couch, Jinyoung's soft and tender touch lulling her into a state of tranquility. As if nothing could ever harm her again. And for a moment, she had forgotten what had led to such happiness. What trials she had gone through to get where she was now.

It was almost scary how quickly she had forgotten what lay outside the safety of Jinyoung's apartment. Even the brief outings with her friends seemed to never spark that subconscious paranoia that had lay resilient up to this point. Her social media had returned to its state of normalcy. Live sessions were back to how they once were. Comment sections were filled with their usual dynamics of love and hate. And through a bit of hesitancy on her part, after checking the account that had been tormenting her—DanteanNomad—she was pleased to learn he had gone radio silent.

It seemed things were back to normal. And there was only one thing left to take care of.

"What?" Jinyoung asked, voice low as he looked up from his dinner plate.

"I think I should move back home." He remained silent, staring at her through his lashes with furrowed eyebrows. She took that as a sign to continue on either way. "I mean, your solution worked! I've been safe and protected this whole time. To be honest, perhaps a little coddled at this point." She laughed, though Jinyoung again stayed quiet. "There's no activity anymore. I think it's safe to go back home."

"I don't understand." Jinyoung put down his fork with a clatter, hands wringing together and resting against his mouth. "What about this place isn't home to you? Is it the guest room? You can just sleep with me in my room. Is the food not satisfactory? Are you not happy with the couch or the TV?"

"Jinyoung," (y/n) cut him off, a chuckle of disbelief expelling from her lips. "It has nothing to do with you at all! I don't know how you could have come to that conclusion. You've been nothing but supportive of me." His eyes seemed to endlessly pierce into her, still waiting for a valid explanation. "I just think… We should have space."

The silence was near deafening. The kind of silence where your ears ring to fill the void. A thick tension filled the atmosphere, this heaviness lingering in the room that felt almost suffocating in a sense. And Jinyoung's eyes remained trained on her. Gone were the warm and loving eyes of her lover. The eyes that would crinkle every time he laughed. The protective eyes she'd wake up to, already watching and waiting for her to wake, too. There was no comfort in his gaze now, replaced only by a dark, cold, unforgiving emptiness that twisted her gut into knots.

"Space?" He asked, eyebrow quirking up at the word he all but spat out.

"Jinyoung…" Her voice was wary, barely even spoken above her breath. "I don't want to rush through things. You have to understand. I want things to be as natural as possible. I don't want to jump into certain stages of our relationship that we're not ready for." Her hand shook as she reached across the table for him. His eyes lazily drifted to her hand and back to her, and after a few seconds, he reluctantly held her hand in his. Though the comfort she sought in his hold was hard to find, his touch feeling cold, uncaring almost. "If you think about it, you'll feel even more excited to see me when we meet. Distance makes the heart grow fonder."

The remainder of the night was perhaps the strangest she's ever seen Jinyoung be. He walked about the apartment like a robot. Eyes distant and calculating. Posture tense and brooding. He cleared the table, cleaned the dishes, prepared dessert, all in utter silence. Even on the couch, his demeanor remained as is. It was as if it didn't matter how close she got to him. The little kisses she pressed to his jaw to try and awaken him from this state. The swirled patterns she'd trace along his chest. Jinyoung stayed in this perpetual state of solitude. And if she wasn't mistaken, it looked almost as if he was thinking. So deep in thought that he barely even processed when the movie ended and she got up to go to bed. A final kiss goodnight, and she went to her room.

The next day was like a complete switch from the night before, with the return of her loving and affectionate Jinyoung. He helped her pack any necessary items, insisting she keep everything else here for whenever she sleeps over. He helped return her home, checked the premises to make sure she was safe, and even helped her unpack afterwards. To top it all off, he decided to stay over, and she couldn't have been more delighted to have this Jinyoung back, cherishing the cozy embrace of his arms around her again.

Like that, she entered another state of normalcy. A combination of her days before the online occurrences and her days after meeting Jinyoung. They'd spend their free time together, go out on dates with one another, alternate houses for movie night. She had to relearn how to live on her own, but the joy of living life without any fear made up for any discomforts she may have felt.

Life was perfect.

(y/n) closed the door behind her with a huff, tossing the sponsored packages she received onto the floor. With a heavy sigh, she trudged through the darkness of her house and into the kitchen, fishing out a water bottle from the fridge before turning to find the light switch. Though as she did so, she was greeted by the sight of flowers on her counter.

It was a rather obscure sight to behold. A clash of purples and yellows and blues. The ones she could identify were baby's breath. So, so many. Practically pooling out of the feeble vase the flowers were tucked away into. Turning the vase around, she searched for a note. Perhaps Jinyoung brought them in whilst she was out. Though when she did find the slip of paper she had wanted, it was empty. Virtually no writing at all. And while she was momentarily stumped, a brief flash of a memory sparked in her head. The memory of an equally blank return address.

A gasp surged forth from her throat, backing away from the flowers until she was pressed against the wall. She clutched her phone, ready to call for help as she slipped out of the kitchen. But then she took a gander at the living room.

The first thing that caught her eye was the pop of green suddenly in her vision—a moss green couch. Atop it were pillows that complemented its shade, and a throw blanket across the cushions. The walls were adorned with artworks she admired, bookshelves contained trinkets she fawned over. And atop the coffee table lay a candle of her favorite scent.

All of these things were mere fantasies to her, nothing more than fleeting desires for a future home. Added to a wishlist of her own to track them for future reference. Yet now resided in her living room as if always having belonged to her.

At this point, her mind was racing, heart beating out of her chest. Her eyes darted around her home to find that practically everything was unfamiliar to her. Paintings, vases, furniture, plants. Everything was different. Everything was what she had always wanted. Yet she had bought none of it.

In a surge of mindless panic, she bolted out of the living room and down the hall, eyes downcast so as to not see the walls lined with more unfamiliar decor. Once inside the sanctity of her bedroom, she planned on calling for help. Whether it be from her friends, the authorities, Jinyoung, someone had to come and save her from this hellscape of a house.

She all but shoved open the door, nerves alight with utter fear from what she had just experienced. Her hand clutched the phone like a lifeline, just about ready to call emergency services before she caught sight of what had become of her room. What nightmare had unfolded in the place she once considered her sanctuary.

Every square inch of wall.

Every available surface.

Every single speck of her room.

All of it was plastered with photos. Photos of her.

Ones printed from her social media just last week, ones from years ago, ones she had deleted immediately after posting, ones she didn't even remember taking. Shots of her walking around town with her friends or spending time on her own out and about, like the ones sent to her in the mail, yet these she had never seen before.

There were shots from her window as she did her makeup. Shots of her changing, though with horizontal dark lines obscuring the full images—grates from her louvered closet door… as if having been taken from within.

Photos of her sleeping in her bed... taken from right above her.

She stumbled back, a gasp catching in her throat as her pulse thundered in her ears. A whispered sob spilled from her lips, and then a defeated, mortified shriek as she crumbled in upon herself. Her body coiled into a fetal position, face burying itself into her knees. Her one refuge which hadn't been violated by this sickening invasion.

She didn't know for how long she remained there until Jinyoung soon came, the familiarity of his voice calling out to her relieving her anguish almost instantaneously. A remedy to her every ailment. (y/n) felt his hands roam across her, gathering her limp body into his own sturdy one, cradling her to him in his protective embrace. He littered her face with soft kisses, brushing away her tears and whispering reassurances to her. If he was shocked by the surrounding area, she hadn't been made aware, mindlessly nestling further into his body and crying out the last of her tears.

"Jinyoung," she muttered weakly, voice battered and defeated. He hummed softly, fingers gently carding through her hair as he rocked the two to and fro. Her eyes were shut, face pressed into the crevice of his neck, hiding away from the horrors of the world, the horrors of what she once perceived as her home. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, my love," he responded, voice mellow and steady. The vibrations from his chest soothed (y/n) as she grew more distant from her surroundings.

"I want to go home."

Those words were like music to his ears.

Everything he had ever strove for. Everything he had ever wanted in life. Like a confirmation that all of his hard work, all of the trials he'd gone through, had finally paid off. He had finally obtained his one sole desire—and he wasn't letting her go ever again.

A smile crept onto his face, a twisted and manic grin as his arms coiled around her tighter, claiming her as a constrictor does its victim. Taking a look around at the memories he had captured of her ever since he first met (y/n) online, he felt triumphant. Succeeding in both capturing (y/n) whilst simultaneously proving how she can never be safe without him. Victory was sweet, but this false vindication for a situation he himself conjured felt somehow even sweeter.

"Of course, my love. Let's go home."

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[chryso0]

What do you think of Aki's features and body??(My question sounds like a pervert😅)

Sorry for the super late response LOL I only just realized I have an index box with a ton of old messages I never saw before 😙

Not gonna lie yeah ur question does sound a little perverted 🤭🤭 but y’know u are among friends in this genre 😂

I answered a similar question before, about whether I think Akihito is a great beauty? but i’ll answer again for emphasis 👌

There is common troupe in BL’s, that i think fits Akihito to a tee..

The troupe is basically this — Normal, average dude becomes the uke for a seme who is ridiclously handsome, successful and rich. Yet despite their difference in status and the uke having supposedly an average apparance, he is still flooded with admirers who openly want him to break up with boyfriend and pursue him. The story ultimatly makes the line blurry over which of the male leads — the uke or the seme is the actual catch! And it is somewhat reveals that the uke is the one that is special, desirable, and actually incrediably physically attractive.

In this way. Akihito looks are kinda deceiving. Where does he fit in this troupe? Is he actually a great beauty or is he just a normal guy with a heart of gold that people become attached to.

This is hard to answer because Asami did not approach Akihito because of he was touched by kindness — which is often how the above BL troupe plays out in other Manga’s. Asami approached him for very impure reasons. Probably to purposefully sully that “heart of gold” I mean he does love a good challenge! I tend to say that I actually do believe that Akihito is actually very good looking, and his must be body noticably good — and that this was the real reason Asami first approached him. He was more interested in Akihito’s physical body then anything else— and only later found out about his whole heart of gold trait which I think became the reason Asami stayed.

But here is also what i mean when I say Akihito’s looks are deceiving. He is a guy who is frequently described by fic writers and by sensei her self, as someone who doesn’t put a lot of effort into his looks. He wears causal street clothing, jeans and Tshirts. His hair is sorta wild and spikey. He is described as a delinquent - but internally he is not one at all! In fact he has very strong morales but for some reason he doesn’t care if people thinks he is one based on his appearances. Which tells me he simply does not care about his outward appearance.

In contrast we have Asami - he wears neatly pressed and polished suits. Which are frequently said to be custom made! He slicks his hair back every morning. His neatly polished outward appearances is in contrast with his real life underworld crime boss persona. Which in Japan — is in total contrast with peoples ideas about what “bad people” look like. Yakuza’s have a specific aesthetic that is very identifiable (espeically in manga) but Asami just does not fit that at all! And that in a way is meant to be the irony of their characters.

Akihito looks like delinquent but he isn’t one. Asami looks like a clean cut upright business man - but he isn’t one! Both very deliberately chooses.

Anyway the reason I point this all out is because - it’s my personal belief that Akihito is actually extremely good looking and eye catching! Enough that his physical apparance was enough to catch Asami’s eye. But because of how he presents himself outwardly— you might not realize it right away. But Asami I think has an eye for these things. He has an eye for talent, one might say! I think he saw right through Akihito and knew he was something special.

We know Akihito must meet basic standard of attractiveness - y know having clear skin, nice teeth and smile, youthfulness. But In a way I think you might think he is attractive but not worth a secound glance- and that is where I think he is deceiving. Because he has the type attractiveness that you maybe wouldn’t notice on first glance. I often say that Akihito looks are like diamond in the rough kind thing — I think he is really a hidden prince under neath an exterior that is rather shaby. He has an outer shell that is kinda rugged and unruly — it’s hard to see past. Especially in a place like Japan were outward apparances mean a lot.

This idea of Akihito’s looks being fairly innocuous is confirmed by the many associates of Asami who repeatably are shocked that Asami even associates with Akihito. It’s not shock over Asami being in a relationship with a man— its shock that Akihito seems so plain. Akihito is seen as an outlier in Asami’s life. The people around Asami see Akihito as Below Average—In comparison to the grandeur and status that Asami has.

If Asami is this powerful person — shouldn’t he have the best of the best? But instead he keeps this grungy teenager looken dude around?? To their eyes it makes no sense. No body cares about what Akihito’s abilities are, or if he’s kind or talented, because in their eyes Akihito is just a boy toy. Yet, they don’t get what his appeal is. They questioning their relationship because of Akihito’s unassuming, and delinquent apparance— which is in such contrast to Asami’s clean cut business like outward appearance.

Y’know what I mean. Maybe they can agree that Akihito is good looking but he still clashs with Asami’s persona. Although their contrast i think has always been this manga’s charm.

Almost all the characters have said something allong the lines of what’s so special about him?? Mikhail in their first meeting on the boat in Hong Kong arch, Kuroda too— saying its one of Asami’s “whims”. It was really only Fei Long who knew right away that Akihito must be “one of Asami’s” as he said during their first meeting, and he immediately saw that Akihito was physically attractive with “fine skin”.

The Sudo arch, where Sudo repeatably expresses a confusion and jealous over Akihito’s presence in Asami’s life! Obviously his questioning of their relationship is rooted in jealousy. But he also has, I think, good reason to wonder what hold Akihito has on Asami. In his eyes he has given everything to be Asami’s best guy— litterally bending over backwards to be noticed but it still it has no affect. Meanwhile, in Sudo’s eyes Akihito is unrefined, and unfit for the likes of Asami. This arc is interesting for a number of reasons, and I am gonna go off on a tangent talking about it. Because i think it’s really not an accident that Akihito and Sudo are meant to be visually similar.

Sudo is presented to us as almost a “better” version of Akihito. We know he obviously cant hold a candle to our boy!… but he is in a way a version of Akihito that is more mature, business savy, cleaner cut, stylish and trendy in all the ways that Akihito is NOT. He’s sophiscated, he effectively runs one of Asami’s clubs, he’s in the same circles that Asami is in. He was successfully for some time, and he did it all for Asami — all with a mindset that if he could be Asami’s most useful person — Asami would finally pay attention to him. Akihito at least views Sudo as someone who would be a better equal for Asami — compared to himself which he views negatively. Though this is all through Akihito’s insecure eyes — the audience learns early that Asami has no particular feeling towards Sudo at all and actually the “qualities” Sudo have — his ambition and greed are all things Asami AVOID’s when it comes to potential love interest.

But the point is— they all don’t understand the appeal that is — until they are maybe face to face with him that they get it. Even Mikhail, who seems only ever interested in Fei Long, points out early on that it’s Akihito’s body that Fei and Asami are fighting over during the naked arch truth. And it somewhat happens a lot during the story, someone will be unimpressed with Akihito and then they strip him on his clothing and suddenly!! It’s like Akihito is a different person in their eyes- Asami, fei long, Yuri, sakazaki all where enticed by his allure - even Mikhail had to admit that it was his body that was seducing people! Sudo too gets increasingly petty about Akihito and later accuses him of “climbing into Asami’s bed” —and weirdly despite being totally hot for Asami, Sudo ends up using Akihito to get off sexually.

Akihito is of course, very unaware of his own sexual appeal. He is able to hide in plain sight when you think about it. All behind a sorta boyish immature-ness. He flies under the radar for a lot of people. Until you very suddenly become aware of him.

On a side note— Can you imagine a world in which Akihito cleaned himself up and put himself together. Made himself look more like Asami— I think he might become too powerful!! I am sure Asami perfers him like this — he is already dealing with enough competition as it is!

#finder no hyouteki #asami ryuichi #takaba akihito #you're my loveprize in viewfinder #finder series #findermetas

[saulwexler]

what'd you think is more catholic coded, nacho and all the parallelisms with jesus and all that stuff, or the rightful holy repentance through punishment and suffering of mcwexler 🛐

as the world's shittiest former-catholic, i'm really glad you asked!

would it be bad if i said mcwexler is more catholic than this 😬

way smarter people have discussed nacho and any input would be lovely. personally i respect nacho’s role as scapegoat, ransom to the devil, and shirtless guy coated in oil – but even if the aesthetic is👌 comparisons sort of start and end their for me 🤷🏻‍♀️ nacho’s morally gray and therefore not catholic-coded enough. but the catholic lense of  confession, penance, and redemption is just soooo mcwexler<3

thinking about jimmy’s two versions of the heisenberg story, and how by elevating his involvement from victim to accomplice helped regain his soul according to gould:

"Jimmy gets his soul back. But he’s going to be incarcerated for some amount of time. And that just felt right (x)"/ "I don't know if he's redeemed himself... but he has won his humanity back (x)"

the soul as something that can be gained/lost gives general christian vibes, but there elements that feel specifically catholic to me"

(1) the sacrament of reconciliation: really, the *only* sin god cannot forgive is failure to repent for mortal sins. jimmy’s first confession to marie fails this, but on second go around jimmy *does* confesses to a mortal sin (adulation with deliberate consent). and since confession 2 was voluntary, thats 79 years of self-imposed soul-saving penance (bonus points for the insurance thing – confession is also a salve for guilt).

(3) satisfactory punishment. when walt et al. selfishly died without repenting, they left an imbalance in the moral universe. luckily, catholics believe one may follow christ’s example and bear another's cross. by accepting full blame in building walt’s empire he can pay walt’s debts and restore balance.

(4) penance as medicinal: a self-induced punishment should equal the pleasure obtained while sinning through self-denial. take the opening and final scene of s6: gaudy lust-filled den of sin (damanged soul) is contrasted by barbed wire and slave-labor bread (healed soul). so a prison where he can have ice cream and golf would not do!

It felt right that Saul has been in court so many times as an attorney, and now he's there as a prisoner. And it felt right that he's made a mockery of the justice system, and now he's part of it. He's gone from being one of the people in the courtroom who runs the courtroom to be the subject. And that just felt right (x)

importantly, punishment is meant to help the sinner only – the 79 years do not meaningfully improve the lives of the victims or others involved (jimmy did not save kim from consequences nor would she want him to – idk why so many reporters think this???). kim’s confession is not as catholic, since giving cheryl closure is somewhat beneficial. but penance is a moral good in itself.

I personally don’t think what he’s doing is to save her from being implicated. She has already confessed to exactly what she did. There’s nothing Jimmy can save her from with that. Yeah. But I do think that those last moments in the courtroom are the two of them seeing each other without masks, like they used to (x)

(5) virtue of good works (this one's such a stretch): after regaining god’s grace, mcwexler can once again be given the virtues that were lost upon mortal sin, such as giving and receiving love from each other/ acts of charity (legal aid). other virtues (prudence, fortitude, temperance, humility) are woven into this too - regaining these virtues helps jimmy go from near-strangler to stable human without years of therapy.

with all that, no one suffered more than the girl writing this

#guy who’s only watched better call saul reading the aquinas' satisfaction doctrine: getting a lot of “mcwexler” vibes from this.

[infiniteanalemma]

Ding, ding! The poll results are in and we have a winner! It's daffodils for Astarion! 🥳

To be honest, I was a little surprised by this result. I sort of expected a foxglove sweep, but daffodils are so fitting. I kind of love the imagery for this idea. The symbolism is delicious! 😙👌 Great choice, everybody!

Before I get into my thoughts on that symbolism, though, I've been thinking about the next possible piece. I think I'd like to do Wyll next. He deserves more art, and I'd like to stretch my artistic muscles a little. (I may regret saying that by the time I get finished with Astarion's, though.) It's surprisingly difficult to find flowers that fit Wyll both symbolically and aesthetically ... I'm still looking into it a bit, but you can look for that poll in the next few days. I'd love to hear suggestions, of course!

Also, would anyone want to see WIP sketches, or should I just post the finished product (such as it may be)? I've always been a little hesitant to post "unpolished" work like sketches, but after working on NaNo this past month, it seems public accountability does motivate me to get off my rump and do the thing. I just don't know that anyone is actually interested. Well, anyway, just a thought...

I'mma ramble a little bit about daffodil symbolism and why I like it for Astarion, but naturally I'm putting that bit beneath a cut for length.

So, let me start by saying flower symbolism is an absolute mess. Obviously I couldn't fit all of the potential meanings in the poll description, but a lot of times, flower meanings are contradictory. No matter where you look, you'll find another source that says something different. I tried to get the general gist, but that meant leaving a lot of things out.

That said, daffodils are interesting because their meanings are in such opposition to each other. They're symbols of hope and despair. They're both for renewal and being backward-looking. It's contradictory, and that push and pull is interesting.

Also, as I sort of implied in the poll, daffodils are a group of flowers that fall under the group called Narcissus -- named after the Greek myth of Echo and Narcissus, from which we derive the term narcissist. For those who don't know the basic story, the nymph Echo falls in love with Narcissus, who is beautiful but vain. She approaches him, but he spurns her because he is too arrogant. Depending on which version of the myth you go by, either she curses him herself or he is punished by the gods for breaking her heart. Either way, he winds up falling in love with his own reflection and pining away, with the Narcissus flower blooming where he dies, entranced into immobility and unable to look away from himself.

A fitting irony for Astarion -- someone who was vain and dismissive of others, who ended up cursed for his arrogance. It's ironic, in that Astarion's curse denies him the ability to see his own reflection. Instead of death, he is transformed by unlife. He is a sort of inverted Narcissus, punished for his vanity, not allowed to ever see his own reflection again and not allowed to die but, in an ironic sort of way, this is the thing that allows him the opportunity to change and grow -- a renewal, a transformation.

Astarion is a Narcissus who was forcibly humbled, denied his reflection, forced to use his once greatest asset as a weapon against himself, then given a chance to repent, to change. Unlike the actual Narcissus, who was forced to drown in his own folly and arrogance without ever realizing his punishment, denied the chance to change or redeem himself, Astarion gets a second chance. Of course, the player can give him a push to transform into a better version of himself, or to embrace his worst aspects. The player is his mirror, symbolically and even in-game (the mirror scene), allowing him to become whatever they reflect back to him.

There's something pleasing about the parallels, but the inversions are even more pleasing, in my personal opinion. Anyway, it's all very tasty and giving me a lot of ideas.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 meta #fandom stuff #astarion #astarion ancunin #ia rambles about...

[beautiful-boy-bracket]

Ok I’ve send alucard’s propaganda now it’s VASH TIME 😎. Again. I am so normal about him.

Don’t come at me I genuinely think he’s prettier than sesshomaru like I’d want to look like vash more even if I’m a SLUT for long hair. Sesshomaru is also very pretty I respect everyone who votes for him. HOWEVER. I am not you <33

Undercut supremacy>>>

I’m toning down the ‘alien ethereal uncanny eldritch angelic body horror beauty’ angle seeing as y’all are probably sick of that after my other propaganda posts. Don’t want these to get too boring, after all! No point in just repeating the same stuff over and over again haha.

I will still be bringing up his insane proportions though. 70% legs. This gif is pretty dark so I don’t know if you can make them out but MAN, if he weren’t an outlaw he could be a model. Cinched waist too.

Also~ I love his outfit so so much I love the way his coat’s strips move when he walks or when the wind blows. I love the slits up to his hips. I love all the useless belts. And that’s not to mention the undersuit! Leather gloves up to his biceps, thigh-high boots, the skintight crop top- I aspire to dress as slutty as vash some day. He’s serving.

More evidence as to how long his legs are/how slutty his undersuit is. Is that a chastity belt. King. He is so aesthetically appealing to me, just, peak design 👌👌

What no I’m not trying to thirstbait you into reading trigun what are you waking about. Anyways, a new tristamp episode came out and this one had a shirtless scene!

Thank you tristamp animators 🙏🙏

Also, vash has dimples! I don’t particularly care about dimples, I think they’re pretty nice, but I hear some people like find them very attractive. Well hellooo? Come get your food? Also he’s got little fangs <33

I really like his musculature too, it’s drawn very pleasingly. Very gender. I need to bite him you don’t understand. Anyways uhh. Tiddy.

Yeah that’s right you’re just getting the blatant thirst bait now. Is is making you want to read trigun be honest. Vote vash for his FAT TITS and tiny waist, what more do you want in a man. What? Kindness? Personality? Well this ain’t about that! (Though vash is certainly very kind as well, aaa >///<)

Also his ✨scars✨ I find them very appealing <33 Everything about him is so gorgeous.

If we’re talking about aspects of vash I find beautiful, we can’t leave out his beauty mark! It is so important to me. It’s in the name!

Also, look at his lips! So pouty! Isn’t he gorgeous? Very pretty boy.

He looks very attractive when he gets serious as well, albeit in a different way. He has the range! I like how his eyes sharpen and his voice deepens, and the air of confidence that comes with it.

He is so good-looking. Beautiful man. I love him so much.

Also here’s vash getting choked against a wall because I mentioned it last time. Studio orange knows full well what they are doing and I’m never forgiving them for this (I am forgiving them so hard, in fact I am supporting their every endeavour).

I’m not lying. This shit happens all the time like vash is the fanservice character in this show. Also wolfwood? And mayb- ok so it’s just the guys. Mainly vash though like you don’t see any of the others tumbling ass-over-tit pussy to the sky. He’s so silly and delightful.

I’ve never felt attraction in my life btw I just appreciate him <33 he’s very pretty and I want other people to think he’s pretty too. I want him to do well in a poll for once please. Please I’m begging you. Vote for vash it would be so sexy please.

its propaganda time

#suggestive

[coralcatsea]

Started watching the animated The Batman series the other day. So far I really like the aesthetic and theme song. As for the rogues in this version...

Not sold on all of them yet, but the Clayface story was really good and tragic. I like how they gave us several episodes to get to know the character first. The scene where he starts changing and runs out into the streets calling for help, but is unable to speak properly – good stuff. 👌

Riddler has a weird, very different design from what I'm used to, but I don't mind it? Him playing 20 Questions with Batman to figure out his identity was hilarious, I loved that. Wish they used him more.

Penguin...is a bit annoying, but at the same time he's annoying in almost a funny way. Can't believe he's voiced by SpongeBob. 😆

Joker has potential. It's cool that he can actually fight pretty well here. Kind of feel like this show overuses him and Penguin, though, to be honest.

I like Catwoman's outfit and hair. Glad her ears aren't just little devil horn points, but they're also a bit /too/ big. Appreciate that she has cats and cares about saving animals, as that's an important part of her I feel gets left out sometimes, but it still needs more focus.

Bane, Manbat, and Freeze aren't grabbing me so far. Don't know why they bothered to use Freeze if they're just going to reduce him to a thief, as if we don't have enough.

Not sure about Firefly, though I like that he's voiced by the guy who does Kovu (Lion King 2), Haku (Spirited Away), and Max (Goofy Movie).

Scarface and the Ventriloquist seem decent. Not much to say about them, they're pretty similar to the BTAS versions. Scarface's appearance is kind of weird, however. He looks very skeletal.

Poison Ivy is interesting so far. It's cool that they actually made her younger here, as it sort of makes them go a different route from having her be a seductress, plus we got to see how she tried to help plants before she became Poison Ivy. She's way underutilised here, though. Why did they wait so long to bring her in?

Ragdoll is a villain I haven't seen before and honestly thought he looked like Scarecrow at first (too bad he isn't in this). I enjoy him so far. His voice and personality are entertaining. Then I found out he was Jeff Bennett, who also voices the Creeper, who was a fun character. No wonder.

For Killer Croc, I think it fits well that they gave him a Cajun accent. that comment about how he might have trifled with the wrong kind of voodoo opens up interesting possibilities. I still always find it strange when he looks so completely crocodilian, though.

Speaking of strange, I enjoy Hugo Strange so far. He's a character who has a lot of potential for fun scenarios.

That's all for now, I'll probably make another list soon.

#batman #the batman #animated batman #batman rogues #The Batman rogues #batman poison ivy #batman mr. freeze #batman joker #batman riddler #batman penguin #batman firefly #hugo strange #batman ventriloquist #batman scarface #batman ragdoll #batman bane #manbat #riddler #killer croc #clayface

[lionsong448]

Rate these motherfuckers, Silly Boi UwU vs. Scum of the Earth

Brutus Dan Gerbreaker and Ezra Jacob Corvidae

Art of Brutus was done by @skittisketch

Art of Ezra done by @kingkenzieofmold

(they are so awesome go say hi or something idk I platonic love them)

Here comes the boiiii hello boiiii welcomeeee/ref

Brutus

Design 8.5/10

Chaotic but it works? It fits really well with his lore once you know it but without knowing the lore he looks kinda put together from spare stuff in the high school costume closet. He makes it work though.

Lore 9.5/10

Absolute dumbass/pos go little spy go.

Fit into THSC 8/10

While I feel his stick form would be recognizable as him it would loose key elements of his design. As a character he would absolutely fit into the wacky aesthetic and hijinks of the cannon Toppats. With him being a spy it adds depth to his character and potential as one of those characters with all the fan theories.

Ezra

Design 8/10

This son of a duck needs a hat. His head be naked while the rest of him is an absolute banger. The gold accents on a black suit are just 👌. The hat shouldn’t be a top hat. Give that man a black fedora with a gold ribbon. I feel his pants could be a different shade and he’d benefit from a colored shirt, like purple. Purple and black are evil.

Lore 10/10

Absolute rat bastard of a villain. Straight to jail.

Fit in THSC 3/10

Man’s is too evil. The most evil cannon character is Reg and that man is half slapstick. Ezra is a dark timeline. His design would also be completely lost as a stick.

#the henry stickmin collection #thsc #thsc oc #character rating #asks answered

[helluvapurf]

*not me forgetting to watch the newest HB ep a few days late* -BUT yeah, the Mammon ep's here!

Figured it'd be nice to chat about it a bit since this'll probably be the last S2 ep we'll get for the year, so lets get into it~

Quick spoiler warning below for those who haven't seen the Mammon ep yet-

Alriiiighty, to start things off lets talk about the Pros of this ep!~ :>

-Bless. 👏My. 👏Guy. 👏Fizz. He was SUCH a gem to watch, here!~ 🥺Everything from his strong passion for being the best performer possible, his anxieties about fitting up to his idol Mammon's vision (in spite of all his exploitative treatment of Fizzarolli), and him eventually finding the courage to stand up to his crooked boss to quit on a high note (aka: his "F*** You") song… aaaaa, just chef kiss Loved it~

-Ozzie's back to being the best smooth talking-yet-loving bf to help out Fizzarolli, which is also a big treat to see!~❤️ You can just feel how much he truly loves and thinks highly of Fizz, trying to encourage that he's the best just how he is… and that he doesn't need a prick like Mammon to "improve" his act 🥰. Honestly, would SO be down to just see more of Fizzmodeus' wholesome lovin' over the Sto*litz melodrama we've got now… for real lol >3> 👌👌

-Speaking of which, Blitz was fun to see pop up in more of a supportive role to Fizz's story, standing by as his "security" while trying to remind Fizz of what's really important over kissing up to Mammon's crowd. I even liked that tidbit from Ozzie that Blitz is just a "kind-of friend" rn, showing that he and Fizz are actually taking time to rebuild their bond instead of everything being fully-swept under the rug… which imo is refreshing to see, all things considered 👍👍

-As far as Mammon himself goes… well I mean, what you see is what you get when it comes to him lol 🤷 . A crude, money-grubbing showboat who's all about making a profit… which def fits the vibe to him being the embodiment of Greed imo .3. Glad he got his comeuppance and whether he comes back or not in the future, lets just hope Fizz will keep to standing his ground against this walking moneybag 🤞🤞

-Those Klown sisters "Glitz & Glam" were a fun lil duo themselves, catty but committed to their roles as stage performers 🤩(and ngl, their song "Klown B***h" was pretty catchy too~). Didn't even try to cheat/sabotage Fizz's acts despite all their attitude with him earlier, so good on ya girls~ 👍

-That moment of Fizz bonding with his fan over sign language was super sweet, really showing at the core what a caring idol Fizz is to wanna make his audience happy~ 😊😊

Now, as far as any Cons regarding the episode… hmmmm:

-While I get what they were trying to go for with Mammon's aesthetic (lowkey being a walking Christmas tree, aka: commercialism lol)… ehhhhh, I feel like something's a bit "missing" in him fully feeling like a Greed sin imo .x. Idk if it might be his head giving the "same-face syndrome" vibe as some other HB guys, or his whole "true form" basically just having some extra eyes/spider legs for some reason… buuuut eh, just not really feeling it from an artistic standpoint 🤷.

-Ngl, am I the only one who felt kinda bad for the Klown twins' predicament by the end? ^^; Like, yeah they were pretty bitchy to Fizz earlier but I mean… it lowkey-wasn't too different to Blitz' asshole attitude to everyone else (which is usually played off as a good thing/joke by the narrative) so like… did they really deserve getting slammed by that giant rock thing at the end? Heck even just a quick heads up from Fizz letting Glitz & Glam know what an exploitative prick Mammon actually is (at least more with the whole "make a s*x doll out of your image" thing... *shudders* >>; ) could've sufficed fine… esp since the girls themselves could've easily fit in better to like, Verosika's crew or something with their popstar-vibe. But again, that miiiiight just be me… .3.

-That one stalkerish fanboy of Fizz was a real creep indeed… which I guess also played well to his established role (though at least Mammon had some entertaining presence to him, in-comparison >>). Glad Blitz at least offed the guy off quickly to give his bud some breathing room👍 . The less we gotta deal with incels like that, the better -x-;

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Aaaand yeah, that basically about covers my thoughts on the Mammon ep! :thumbsup: Didn't expect it to release so soon as it did, but I say it did a splendid job as the mid-season finale(?) for S2! ^^ Lot of heart, lot of laughs, lot of splendor and polish to entertain a viewer… hope to see more of this improved writing for the rest of the season to follow!

As far as my current ranking of Season 2 goes, here ya go!

1) "Mammon's Magnificent Musical" (S2 Ep. 7)

2) "Oops" (S2 Ep. 6)

3) "Western Energy" (S2 Ep. 4)

4) "Exes and Oohs" (S2 Ep. 3)

5) "The Circus" (S2 Ep. 1)

6) "Unhappy Campers" (S2 Ep. 5)

7) "Seeing Stars" (S2 Ep. 2)

#helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss review

[amandabe11man]

2, 11, 12 for Scott and Jack? :D

2. Favorite canon thing about this character? (brb trying to remember what is canon and what is fanon) hm, yes, quite! scott: uhhhh, I like his fashion sense? (dammit, why wasn't he in the movie for longer so we would've known more canon stuff about him--) but also, I love that scott is pretty much just the very definition of a slimy corporate guy; a cowardly one at that (but when working with jack, who wouldn't be walking on eggshells?). I like that he's not JUST slimy and smug though, but that he's very clearly afraid of jack (even before jack sent the warbeast on him). despite him not being alive for long in the movie, I rly like that they gave scott that little human element, instead of having him just end up as a charicature of "bad big corp guy". make no mistake, he's not a good guy, but we can understand why he's afraid, and that goes a long way! jack: I RLY like the whole ~aesthetic~ he's got going on. yeah ik this movie is from the 90s so ofc there would be old tech they used in the making of it, BUT STILL, I love chunky old tech stuff so much. plus, jack's lair speaks to me on a personal level too, because it reminds me of the media workshop my dad worked in when he was a media teacher back in the day. just-- a medium-sized room full of TVs and computers (early 2000's apple computers, amirite?), video tapes and stuff from the students, mmm YES!! I loved hanging out there as a kid👌😩 oh right, and I also like jack's silliness of course! very yandere of him

11. Would you date this character? as much as I think both jack and scott are good-looking-- no to both of 'em 😂 (I don't need that stress in my life mmk)

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character? scott: I hc him as gay (kinda closeted though cause "ew it's no one else's business"). and ofc there's this thing that we've long accepted as fanon in this tiny fandom, and that is that scott would totally come into john's office to rant about anything and everything (john fuckin hates when he does this, ofc) jack: hmm, well, sexuality-headcanons are a good place to start, right? so-- I pm think of him as bi. more straight-leaning, as we can clearly tell in the movie, but hey, if there's a decent looking guy around, I'm sure he'd have no problem creeping on said guy either. in fact, I hc that, when scott was new at CHAANK, he was the target of jack's..... "attention". then when hayden came along, jack found her more interesting and pm moved on to her (still didn't stop him from being creepy to scott and several others though... jack pls)

#ask #death machine #THANK YOUUU for the ask 🥺

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: In The Air Tonight

Now this is a song that many people know, at least partially! Even if the name doesn't ring a bell for you, you almost definitely know the part that some people call "one of the most iconic drumlines in music", so really it's no surprise that this was an arrangement from The Human Drumkit himself, Mr Layne Stein! Voiceplay's cover of In The Air Tonight premiered on YouTube on the 17th of June, 2023, and features J None, back again! I will of course say more about the video when we actually get into it, so let's go!

Apparently the style/aesthetics of this video plays homage to a classic 80s cop show called Miami Vice, which used the song "In The Air Tonight" in its pilot episode, in a scene which (so I've heard) has been referred to by some as one of the most iconic in the history of television.

(Also the car belongs to Layne's dad, and likely would have been sitting in the garage since the early days of 4:2:Five, at least)

J looking very cool and fresh in that red blazer! (Reminds me of the Walk Like A Man section of the Boy Band Medley!)

Geoff is, once again, the only bare-shouldered/sleeveless one of the group! (A back-to-back occurrence if you don't count the Peaches video!) (Also peep the necklace!)

A cool audiovisual effect thing to transition into the "modern-day" filming style!

Cesar is vibing, and Eli is back at it again with the unworn-sunglasses-as-accessory!

Cool necklace! And he's got earrings, too!

I won't lie, this may be one of my favourite Geoff Looks of 2023. It's not even anything particular about the outfit, he just looks so pretty in this one! (And his hair is looking very nice here, too 👀😁)

"Well if you told me you were drowning, I would not lend a hand"

Of course I had to acknowledge Cesar's powerful side-eye here! Like seriously, if anyone ever asks you what a side-eye is, just show them this moment! 👌

Group shot!

I believe I read a comment somewhere saying this was filmed outside PattyCake Productions or something, like outdoors? And apparently it was a bit warm outside, especially with the lighting rigs, but if they were sweating/partially melting at all during this, you really can't tell! They did great!

(And shoutout to both Layne and Tony for set design and direction!)

Cesar never fails to put his whole self into his performances, and I love it every time

Voiceplay love adding brief little moments like this into their videos sometimes, just to keep things interesting and/or keep viewers on their toes 😄

Get it, Layne! Go off!

I wanna post screencaps from Geoff's little vocal solo and/or Layne's epic drumline-recreation immediately after, but still images don't do either justice! Go (re)watch it yourself!

"I been waiting for this moment, for ALL my liiife!"

The retro filming style/aesthetic is back! Happening so quickly and smoothly that you would be forgiven if you didn't immediately pick up on it! (*cough*)

Sure, why not?

"Well I been waiting for this moment, for all my life, oh loooooo o r r r d d"

(Pretty Boy!!!!!)

J None is freaking amazing, and I really hope he becomes a permanent Voiceplay member again someday; both he and Cesar are fantastice vocalists and performers, and they both have vocal ranges wide enough that they can both easily take the role of baritone and/or tenor!

In my opinion, the original song does not really start getting interesting until the "bass drop" drumline like 3 minutes into the song, but Voiceplay's cover is not even close to dull for a single moment! We get incredible vocals from everyone in this one (and I didn't talk about Eli much at all here, but vocally he was of course phenomenal), and the arrangement has a fair few complexities and interesting stuff to it, like the stomp-clap-click percussion moment which I still struggle to actually keep in time/on beat with! Definitely a very strong cover from Voiceplay, and frankly it's a crime that it "only" has 500k views on YouTube! It deserves a million! At least!

#voiceplay #acapella #In the air tonight #geoff castellucci #eli jacobson #layne stein #cesar de la rosa #j none #acaplaya analysis #voiceplay visuals