#that shit hits SO different after seeing the way he acted when getting blamed for the shattered windows

[kaiyaamin]

Hi! I really enjoy your stories! I was wondering if you could write a batfam x batmom reader story about the boys (not including bruce) getting magically age reversed (i.e. dick becomes damian's age, damian becomes Dick's age, and Jason and Tim swap ages) and the 4 of them getting into shenanigans and chaos. And Batmom teasing and coddling them.

This sounds amazing, and sorry it took so long to post but I was writing it and my computer started resetting and it did not save this draft so I had to start over.

WHAT HAPPENED!!!

Bruce decided to take his kids to the Justice League hall, where he was showing them the Machine Hall which was VERY DANGEROUS. During the middle of the tour, there was an emergency alert, deciding to leave his kids in said dangerous room but why not.

"Jason, don't touch that Dad said it's dangerous", said Dick was already tired of Jason's shenanigans, and playing pranks on everyone. "Quit being such a buzzkill, and have fun no adults are around", Jason said in a playful tone. Jason was very unserious sometimes but when he's mad he will kill you. "You know Jason, you don't act very mature for an Adult and BTW there are adults around you and Dick", Tim was the smart one always pointing out his brother's mistakes in a not-so-kind way. Damian just stood there glaring at his brother fighting like little children.

"Oh what, touching a machine is going to get us killed", said Jason. "I hope it kills you first", Damian said. But It was too late for Jason had touched the machine despite Dick's warning.

Suddenly a bright light blinded the boys. AHHHHHH, screamed the boys, The bright light dimmed down and the boys saw each other but of different ages. Dick and Damian's ages were switched so Dick was 12 and Damian was 25. So was Jason and Tim, Jason was 17 and Tim was 23.

The boys were freaking out, trying hard to comprehend the situation. Damian started to immediately blame Jason for this while Dick was trying to calm himself down from having a panic attack. Lastly, Tim wasn't that affected and went looking at the machine Jason touched. "Hey guys look at this" Stated Tim when the boys looked at where Tim was pointing They realized... "Jason you Idiot you touch an age switch Machine", said Dick. "Aww shit, I didn't think this would happen," said Jason. "No fucking duh Jason, if you knew this would not have happened," Damian said while hitting Jason on the back of his head.

Bruce later found out with a panic attack and was scared of how he would tell his wife this happened under his care. But he also grounded Jason for 1 month again.

Timeskip to the manor

hey kids..... was the first thing Batmom had said before seeing her kids not looking like her kids. WHAT HAPPENED? Her Dick looks so young and cute and her Dami looks so tall and mature, Jason looks like a teenager and Tim seemed well older.

Mom we can explain, Dick said and explained the whole situation of what happened because of Jason's stupidity. Well, where was your father when this happened? What Tim had told her was not the answer she wanted. You left the kids alone in a dangerous machine room, Batmom continued scolding Bruce and her kids for this misfortune but internally screaming about how cute her kids looked.

No matter how hard she tried, she absolutely adored Dick and Jason, for it reminded her when they were young. And then she started crying with Tim and Damian feeling sad they had grown up so tall and handsome even though they were still the same by heart externally they looked different.

DICK

Being a 12-year-old was not as bad as he thought or so he thought. His mother became even more protective watching his every move and she refused to let him go whenever they hugged each other. Mom, you have to let me go, NO!, his mother shouted. But...Mom, I can't breathe. Then breathe later.

During this chaos, he found out he had to go to school, don't ask why. The whole day was torture I mean who wants to go to school after already graduating not Dick, to make matters worse he had to hang out with Jon. He was the only kid he knew and he didn't want to socialize with kids younger than him.

Curfew for patroling was a lot different since he was 12, he had to be home at 10:00 and he couldn't go anywhere without an escort because he was too "young" to drive.

And even the Titans made fun of his appearance, I mean their brave and powerful leader was a 12-year-old and a short one. Can you guys just help me! Dick shouted in anger. No, can do, not until we finished laughing at how short you are, kon said laughing at Dick who couldn't even reach the high cabinets.

JASON

Jason, honey what are you doing? you need to get up, his mother said in her usual calm voice. here he was lying in his bed with nothing to do, it was only 7:30 am. Why, I have nothing going on. Didn't I tell you, you're going to school to collect Tim's work so he can complete it at home, Batmom said while opening his blinds. But Mama...No buts get up and get ready for school. Jason was not happy and grumbled the whole time getting ready for school.

Jason was getting ready for patrol putting on his suit and wishing his Mama goodbye. Before she told him the horrible news, He had a curfew. His mother used the excuse that growing boys needed energy and he had school in the morning. Mom, please I don't need a curfew I am fine. No, and that's final Jason, his mother said in a stern voice.

good news He could drive and hang out unlike Dick who needed to be escorted when driving, Man did Jason crack up and tease Dick. HA, you can't drive what a loser, Dick was not happy and vowed he would get Jason back.

With Jason's curfews, he had to sneak out but lucky for him, he had done it so many times. The only problem is his mama was watching him like a hawk, but when everyone was asleep he decided to climb out of his window. Only to be stopped by the infamous Batmom and her sidekick Batman, grounding him for another month. Hey mom, how did you know I was sneaking out and where I would be? hmm, Dick told me. Damn it, Jason said cursing under his breath passing by a laughing Dick when coming upstairs towards his room.

TIM

was Tim happy? Yes, yes he was. Switching ages with Jason seemed bad but it turned out good when he found out he didn't have to go to school, he had the whole day to himself. While Jason had to go to his school and get all his assessments, It was good because it only took him an hour to complete the work Jason gave him.

First thing first, He explained to Stephanie what happened after she accidentally came to the manor expecting to see her boyfriend but instead saw a tall, handsome adult-like Tim. It took some time for her to cope with what happened but after she was furious with Jason. After he came back from school she hit him with her slipper right in the face. OWWWW what Hell Stephanie! why did you hurt me, Jason said in shock. You turned my boyfriend into well this, Stephanie said with her hands still griping the slipper. MOM, why are you standing there, do something! but to Jason's surprise, his mother did nothing and instead told him, he deserved it.

Tim had no curfew which meant rubbing it in his brother's face. HAHA, Damian and Tim both laughed at Dick and Jason going home from patrols while they get to stay. Shut up, both of them grumbled not liking the feeling of being teased. Since Tim was legally an adult, why not have alcohol, after one glass of wine he got drunk. HEy GUyS, LoOK at ME I aM a BAnANa, Then proceeded to start crying when Titanic came on, NOOOOO, HOw COuLd JAcK DIe!!! while the whole Bat-family saw this, well now we know he has no alcohol tolerance said Dick, with Jason and his mother laughing their asses off. Damian looked at his father to say something only for him to be astonished, trying to find the proper words only for nothing to come out. And Alfred gets Tim some tissues and water.

DAMIAN

Damian hated everything and everyone except for his mother of course. He Knew from the beginning this was bad and turns out he was right it was chaos.

Damian didn't do anything different except now he can drive legally, he could drive before but wasn't allowed for you know only being 12. He used this opportunity to get away from his crazy family.

Damian still hang out with Jon when he was out of school and gossiped about Dick and how he was at school, it was hilarious. Though Dick was not happy about it.

Unlike Tim, Damian had a high alcohol tolerance. Dami, you are surprisingly good at drinking and not getting drunk easily, have you drunk before? No, Ummi..... but could not continue, how could he lie to his Ummi so he told the truth. Yes, Ummi I already had my first drink. WAIT, WITH WHO? said Batmom in a shout, ready to throw someone out the window. With Dad, and that was not the answer she was looking for. BRUCEEEEE!!!!, screamed Batmom. Yes honey, Bruce said panting. Did you take Damian to have his first drink? Umm oh no is that the Joker breaking into the bank again. Oh No better stop him bye, and with that, he left like he was Flash already out the door. And to say the least, Batmom was not happy.

Time skip after 3 days

Some random mad scientist Bruce found on the black market reversed the kid's ages. Dick was 25, Jason was 23, Tim was 17 and Damian was 12.

Everything was back to normal, SIKE. Batmom punished everyone in the manor except for Alfred of course for all the things they did when reversed. Bruce was grounded and sleeping on the couch leaving the kids alone in a Dangerous machine room and keeping the fact that Damian had his first drink.

Batmom was so happy but still sad. Of course, she's happy her kids are back to normal but her two eldest had to leave to go back to their house, it was heartbreaking. So to make their mom feel better they did Family Game Night 😉.

#batfam x reader #bruce wayne x reader #batmom #batman #batfam x batmom #batmom imagine #batmom imagines #batmom!reader #bruce wayne #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #damian wayne #damian al ghul #alfred pennyworth

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Nimona headcanons plus a little bonus at the end

Whenever the trio gets home it's like a switch is flipped off inside their brains and all they want to do is be lazy and relax 

They’ve got very busy and stressful lives and a pretty small home so it’s not uncommon for them to yell when they’re asking a question instead of just getting up

And if they can’t hear each other they’ll just call the other person

One time Ambrosius was yelling asking them what wanted for dinner and was interrupted by Nimona calling him 

He answered the phone and all they said was “What’d you say I couldn't hear you” he didn’t even question it he just kept talking 

Nimona brings dead animals home 

I have this small headcanon that the first time she shifted into her human form was when she met Gloreth 

So before that she was living mostly as different animals and she kind of learned their ways and those ways stuck with her 

So there is a small part of her that sees Bal and Ambrosius as incompetent hunters (can you blame her)

The boys always thank her for her doing a good job and then they wait for her to leave the room before they freak out because MY GOD SHE BROUGHT A FUCKING DEAD RAT IN THE DAMN HOUSE 

There have also been times when she’s brought live animals inside the house the trio spent half an hour trying to get a traumatized bird out of their living room 

I just know for a fact that Bal has a crazy amount of brain damage 

This man has used his head as a weapon and has been hit on the head more times than I can count 

So I feel like he has a really hard time remembering the little details he gets really bad migraines and headaches pretty frequently his eyesight is absolute shit and he has to wear contacts or glasses and he gets really bad vertigo if he doesn’t take care of himself 

This worries the shit out of Ambrosius and Nimona but there isn't much they can do except deal with the symptoms when they show up

So I was thinking about the fact that as far as we know Nimona never told Bal about what went down with Gloreth

But I know that the boys would try and heal the damage that Gloreths legacy left behind  

And in the middle of everything Bal turned to Ambrosius and said “I just wish that fucking eyesore was gone” 

He didn’t have to ask what he meant he knew it was the statue 

So Ambrosius got to work trying to get it torn down 

A lot of people including some distant relatives that he hasn’t heard from in years tried to argue that it was an important monument and that her story touched a lot of people 

To which Ambrosius responded with “I’m her direct descendant if anyone gets to choose what happens to that statue it should be me” 

It was a couple of months into Nimona’s return when the demolition was approved 

The boys had asked him a while after he came back if it was something he wanted 

And all he said was “As long as I get to help” 

It was super therapeutic for both Nimona and Ambrosius 

Like don’t get me wrong the damage she did to Nimona is still there 

And Ambrosius will always have a complicated relationship with his lineage 

But tearing down the “fucking eyesore” heals something inside them

It was supposed to be a month-long process but Nimona and Ambrosius kept going and it was completely gone after two weeks

When all was said and done they collapsed on the couch and went through just about every single emotion you can go through

A little bonus I made my mama watch Nimona with me and here are some of my favorite comments: Mind you when I first put the movie on this woman was acting like I was pulling teeth

“I like the queen she seems nice” (and then she freaked out when she died)

“So they’re nice to him 'cause he’s gold I would just steal the armor what does he have without that?” “Money Mama” “Ah”

“Why are they so mean to him he’s just a baby?” (talking about Bal)

“She’s just like you especially with those freaky eyes” (when Nimona met Bal)

“Oh, so she’s the rhino…. Makes sense”

“Awe she’s cute I can't hate her” (about Nimona again)

“Oh wait she isn’t cute that’s freaky” (when Nimona was the demon baby)

“That’s like you and your sister” (Bal and Nimona interrogating the squire)

“Hey, mama is arm chopping a love language?” “I’m worried that you would even ask me that”

“Oh he’s got issues huh?” (after Ambrosius’ internal freak out)

“Can he die a little quieter… and faster” (after the Director stabbed “Ambrosius”)

“Oh fuck that little blond girl”

We had to pause the movie right before Nimona started her rampage because we were getting tired and I woke up to her in front of the tv with it pulled up on Netflix and she turned to me and said “Can we finish it already?”

“If she sacrificed herself I will never forgive you”

“Do you watch anything with straight people?” “Mama you literally ship them” “That's not an answer” (this is right after Bal and Ambrosius kissed)

“Is there a next part?..... so when’s the next one coming out?” 

Once the movie was over I told her some people thought Ambrosius and Bal were related and she looked me dead in the eyes and said

“You’re joking. No you have no be kidding… He literally said it in the movie!” “Said what Mama?” “oh I love him so much and I lost him whatever will I do” 

And then she kept making fun of Ambrosius for the next three minutes

I asked her who her favorite was and she said Nimona I go “aweee you love me” she looks me dead in my eyes and says “don’t make it awkward”

#nimona 2023 #Nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #I love my mama so much #this woman is so judgy #watching the movie with her was hilarious #she bullies Ambrosius the whole time so I know she loves him

[toruro]

— ✧ flight of the stars (teaser)

read the full fic here!

"It’s funny; Minghao’s whole career is about being in the driver’s seat but somehow when it comes to you, he doesn’t know when to press on the gas or hit the brake."

genre: smut (18+ / mdni), f1 au, brief high school au, angst, fluff

description: being a doctor, you think you should feel guilty when you start to enjoy the presence of a “regular” a little too much, but who can blame you for missing your patient when he's xu minghao. you know—the xu minghao: crown jewel of SECTOR Racing, top pick of the season, and possibly the one person who knows more about you than anyone else in the world.

tags: character death (not reader / hao), discussion of medical issues, descriptions of pain, pining, racer minghao, physiotherapist reader, probably inaccurate representation of physiotherapy, also featuring kwannie, hansol, cheol, wonwoo, & hannie

w/c: teaser 580+, full fic estimated ~15k (currently at 10k!)

estimated release: if not in time for his birthday (11/07), it will be done by the end of the month! join my taglist if ur interested!!

Jeonghan opens the door from the other side and quietly closes the door behind him before pushing you a little deeper into the hallway. “He seems like, really sad, so—”

“Well, obviously. It’s a serious injury,” you say with a roll of your eyes. Jeonghan clicks his lips and nudges your shoulder.

“Whatever. I’m just telling you to tread carefully,” he says as you make your way to the door. You don’t respond to Jeonghan as you slip in. Minghao’s turned away from you as he sits on his wheelchair in the middle of the room you purse your lips before taking a deep breath and nodding.

You got this. Seungkwan was right—you’ve worked too hard for too long to be rendered anxious ‘cause of a silly little overlap of your past with your patient.

“Hi Mr. Xu,” you greet, making your way to the table right by where he sits, finally seeing him up close. He doesn’t look at you. “I’m pretty sure you already have heard enough about what’s wrong with your neck right now, so let’s talk about how we can make it better, yeah?”

You hear a gruff, “Sure,” escape his lips, and you figure that given his circumstances, it’s understandable.

“The report says that when you first started feeling the pain you couldn’t move your right arm even a little without it hurting in your neck, right?” you clarify as you sit at the chair between him and your table.

“Yeah.”

“Is it better now?”

“A little. Can move my forearm but moving my shoulder still hurts.”

“Okay, this is a good sign actually—you’re getting through the initial stages of healing just like normal. The first week or so of strain like yours might be pretty painful, but it’s over quickly and the pain after that should be pretty bearable, although it’ll take more time for it to heal.” You tell him, looking away to glance at the scans.

As he stares at the ground, Minghao wants to scream. Good sign? What the fuck are you talking about—he can’t even lift his goddamn arm without it feeling like there’s daggers plunging into his neck, and you’re here sitting all calm faced, pristine, acting like this isn’t his fuckin’ career on the line. Acting like your words are gonna make a difference as long as he’s in this stupid ass brace with this stupid ass injury in this stupid ass room with—who the fuck even are you?

His head hurts, and Minghao thinks it’s partly because of his neck, but it’s mostly because he can’t stop thinking. Thinking about the worst possibilities, thinking about everything that could go wrong and—well shit, he chides himself for letting his anger get the better of himself, even if it was just in his head.

Shamefully, he presses his eyes shut and takes a deep breath before finally lifting his gaze and turning to face you. When you look up from your paper and finally turn back to him, you’re met with the sight of pretty brown eyes staring right back at you.

“I—” Minghao starts, but it sounds like the air got stuck in his throat as he finally takes in your figure, and then he purses his lips together and turns back away. “Nothing.” The possibilities of what he could have been thinking ruins your mind just a little.

You can see it in his eyes—Minghao remembers. Still, he doesn’t say anything about it, and you wonder if you prefer things to stay that way.

#minghao x reader #minghao smut #minghao x you #minghao imagines #xu minghao x reader #xu minghao smut #xu minghao fanfic #xu minghao fluff #xu minghao angst #minghao angst #the8 x reader #the8 smut #svt smut #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen angst #svt angst #📝 writing

[tokoyamisstuff]

Dad! Mark Hoffman HC's

A/N: Thanks for all of your Requests! I'll try and get them done over the holidays.

In the meantime a lil' treat for you.

Before the death of his sister and involuntarily association with a serialkiller, it had been Mark's absolute dream to have a family of his own someday - sadly, life happened and he deemed himself undeserving after everything he had done.

The two of you are an open secret to anyone, yet were never official - even though you were basically living like a married couple for a long time already.

You knew he was terribly afraid of commitment, so as long as he never had to label your relationship as such, he could continue lying to himself.

So obviously, when you realize that you had become pregnant despite precautions, you panic.

How would he even react to the news? Furious? Afraid? Indifferent?! Either way, you were certain his fight or flight instinct would kick in.

You had already made up your mind, yet don't dare confronting him directly - but hey, he can't really blame you.

He'll find the positive test on his bathroom sink, together with a letter from you explaining that you intend to keep the child but him not having any responsibilities shall he not want to.

You don't hear from him for days and it breaks your heart - until he suddenly appears at your doorstep with a bonquet and a bigass stuffed animal.

Tells you he needed to settle some things which definetly involved murdering Jigsaw and any other possible danger before he could face you again, but from now on he'll always be here for you and the baby.

This will be the first time he'll actually open up about how much you meant to him all this time - yet the fear to lose you as well made him keep his distance.

You'll end up having a long talk throughout the night, just lying in each other's arms and speaking about both your worries and wishes for the future.

Afterwards Hoffman will make a whole 180, turning his life around from this day onwards. Immediately becomes sober and gets his shit together. Time to become a functional human being!

Man is unrecognizeable in his efforts. No more half-assed bonds, asks you to move in with him in a better part of the town as soon as possible. You won't get rid of him anymore.

He's not really a fan of marriage, but reconsiders because it'd be easier to care for each other, at least officially. Good luck convincing him to host an actual wedding ceremony, though. Most likely only celebrates with your close family and some mutual friends.

Is really traditional with other values, however. Shall you not want to keep working, he'll be so happy to provide. And damn, you'll be taken good care of!

Backrubs, feet massages, holding your belly or bringing your cravings - Mark's love language is acts of service!

Sadly misses most of the appointments du to working his ass off, but hell make it up in other ways. At least tries to come to some birth prep classes.

It's hilarious seeing this gloomy old man so invested in baby-stuff. He is so clueless, but gives it his utmost to learn.

Mark is an overthinker, after all. Makes plans and preparations years in advance. The house will be baby-proof before you even hit the second trimester.

More overthinking. What if there's still students of Jigsaw alive, after all? And even if there isn't, as a cop his family would always be in danger! This man has seen so many traumatizing things in this cruel world, he will go to any lenght to protect you.

Underneath this behavior he's actually afraid to be a bad father due to his past. Sure, he cared for his sister a while but a baby is on a whole different level. He never got to experience what a real family is like, so he is both incredibly excited and scared.

Contemplates leaving the state to somewhere safer, but only if you want to. You have family there, after all.

Will shamelessly beg you to name this child after his sister, shall it become a girl. At least only the second name, pretty please?

Discovers that your pregnant state is a huge turn-on for him. Cant take his hands off of you, gosh you make him weak. Would've never thought you could become any more attractive but there you are, proving him wrong!

Definetly gains some weight together with you during the pregnancy. Jokes about his belly almost being bigger than yours.

Advocates for you in the hospital. Your body, you decide how it's done. Good for you this man is used to seeing worse. He won't leave your side even for a second, like a guard dog until you're discharged.

Definetly cries when holding his child for the first time. Utters neverending words of gratitude and adoration at both of you.

Is a little hesistant to handle the child at the beginning. I can imagine him being way more comfortable as soon as it can hold it's own head and he's safe to play with them.

Tries to take some time off of work until you're feeling well enough to be on your own. He'll take good care of the household and your healing body.

My man is old, let him rest. The nights really are killing him, no coffee in the world will help.

Enjoys bonding with the baby so much! He could look at it all day, and gosh as soon as you show him how to babywear you probably never get it back except for feedings lol

He's one of those dad's who has his whole wallet full of photos of you and the baby. Will proudly show them everyone at every possibility - may they want to or not, they'll have to listen about how amazing you are.

In the end Mark will always say that you and the family you gave him has saved him in more than one way - and you were blissfully unaware about the extent of that statement.

#saw #mark hoffman #mark hoffman x reader #self insert #writing #headcanon

[ystrike1]

The Hidden Man - By A-Bam (8/10)

The plot is obvious. I can see right through it...until it gets foggy. This is a story about two brotherly best friends. They're kinda losers, but they try their best. One gets hit by a car, and he comes back different. How different? Well, he could have a disassociative personality disorder. Or, he could be a different guy. He looks the same though, so good luck trying to figure that out!

Taehun is a weird sort of everyman. He's 24 and decent looking. He gets sexually harassed by his female manager constantly, and he feels like he can't complain about it. He eventually quits over it. It's a sober start. It sums up his personality. No drama. No fight. He leaves and he looks for something better. The issue is bullies love to follow Taehun, because he's such an easy target.

You literally know which one he is based on what I just wrote. His character design and flaws all line up really well. Taehun is kind, normal, and a bit of a pushover. He feels superior and more cool when he hangs out with his best pal Wonu. Wonu is movie star handsome. Girls literally whisper about him when he walks by, but he still lives with his mom. He's trying to make it as a guitar player, and it's not working out. He's too shy to flirt with girls too. He's also super clumsy. Taehun catches Wonu when he falls. It makes him feel powerful. I'm not saying Taehun is a bad friend, but their relationship feels a teeny bit codependent.

That's about to get worse.

Taehun gets drunk after he quits. Wonu gets hit by a car on the way back. He's in a coma for a few days. Taehun blames himself. He often blames himself for the bad things that happen around him, or to him. When Wonu wakes up he's different. Taehun can't not notice. Wonu suddenly isn't a pushover. He doesn't trip constantly and he doesn't care about his guitar.

Taehun is wrecked by guilt and worry.

Muhyeong claims he is Wonu. Wonu has a split personality that conveniently hasn't come out in like a decade. Muhyeong knows everything about Taehun, and he genuinely seems to like Taehun, which is bad.

He doesn't like anyone else.

Wonu's ex Eunji appears. This is a weird moment. Muhyeong lived behind Wonu's eyes. Wonu loved Eunji once, even though they broke up and stayed friends. She still flirts occasionally, but she is a normal and cute girl. Muhyeong doesn't like Eunji, but he claims to like Taehun because Wonu liked Taehun. Then he admits it. He's tired of being pushed around. Taehun is the only friend that didn't drool over Wonu in a sexual way, or use him as an emotional punching bag. It's a mess. Muhyeong likes being free with a friend by his side that can be trusted.

The creepy manager lady shows up at Taehun's home to harass him. Muhyeong threatenes to kill her like on the spot. She turns up dead the next day.

Taehun needs to focus on his new job. Real life. Something awful happens. He goes to the funeral and he gets blamed for her "suicide". Her death is apparently on him...because he didn't accept her romantic advances.

Ew.

Taehun suspects the split personality he just met because...duh. But...Muhyeong is very offended...then it's revealed he didn't actually kill her. Or maybe he ordered somebody to. It's not all clear yet.

Muhyeong is learning how to manipulate Taehun though. Its scary. He tells the bold truth. The old bitch was a stalker, and she abused her power in the workplace. She used company files to look up his damn address. She was an asshole. Her death doesn't have to mean shit to him.

He's right but...

Taehun here is an empathetic guy. That's why he likes babying Wonu. Being cold about death isn't his thing. It's very hard for him to let go and accept that the manager who harassed him doesn't deserve his pity.

Eunji is writing a horror novel which parallels the story of the webtoon, which seems suspicious. She was dating Wonu when he started "acting weird" too. It's also implied that Muhyeong just isn't Wonu, even though he knows everything about his life and friends.

I have no idea what will happen next.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon

[twst-hanaya]

TWST Book 7 Chapter 5 Thoughts:

Spoilers under the cut, also I'm basically typing this out as I play so it's like a liveblog sort of.

Malenora is That Bitch

Sorry, ahem. Malenora is a QUEEN (technically a Princess but my point stands)

Absolutely loving her design aaaaahhhh! The horns! The headpiece! The DRIP!

Sorry, I'll try to stop simping.

You can see such an intense resemblance between Malenora and Malleus obviously in appearance but also personality.

They both breathe confidence and self assurance because they're so powerful, both are fairly temperamental, though Malenora seems to be more brash and lashes out with tantrums while Malleus - perhaps due to his father - tends to sulk more than he does explode with anger, though the lightning and bad weather happens with both of them.

Moving on, her relationship with Lilia is interesting. You definitely get the sense that he may have harbored romantic feelings for her when they were younger but at this point truly loves her as something even beyond that, and different.

I swear I nearly started crying in public when they were squabbling over Lilia taking the Egg and leaving Malenora to fight the Knight of Dawn and Lilia was like I can't love this baby for you, I've never loved anybody, I still need you, this baby needs you.

And Malenora fucking hits him with You love me. You love Levan - there simply isn't any way for you not to love our child when you love us so much.

Oh shit I'm crying just typing that.

Anyway

And you know it really hit me in that moment that Lilia's earlier comments about not liking weak things like children - it isn't true, not even then. To love something powerless and weak and fragile means risking your own heart. Just as easily as they could lose their life, you could break your own heart. Lilia has always been afraid.

And when he lost Malenora - someone who he loved, who was the strongest person he knew - died anyway, and left her Love in and Egg, he had to accept that being hurt wasn't something anyone could live without risking.

Moving on, the Knight of Dawn is still a mystery to me, but he doesn't actually seem evil. Apparently he's an orphan who owes a life debt to the previous King, and is in a relationship with the princess Reia. And of course he helped the entourage escape with the Egg - an act I think ultimately saved Silver's life and Lilia's own humanity, among the other obvious things.

Henrik also needs to fucking die what a goddamn bastard KILL HIM MALENORA (I know she doesn't make it but I think she should still get to kill this dude AT LEAST)

Silver losing his shit is kind of understandable after all this, I get it. It hurts me to see him blame himself for literally just being born though he did nothing wrong he was an ACTUAL BABY PLEASE THINK RATIONALLY. Literally if anyone else were out in that situation you know this doofus would be like yeah literally none of this was your fault of course you deserve to live and be happy. But shits not that easy I get it.

Also I actually laughed a little during that scene where Lilia finds baby Silver and he's like STOP CRYING BITCH YOU DONT HAVE THE RIGHT

Like dude I get you're mad at yourself and all but your still yelling at a literal baby please stop 😭

Oh bonus points, I ALSO cried when I found out Lilia's Unique Magic is literally called Farcry Cradle. Like. This man who insisted for literal centuries that he wasn't capable of warmth or love and that he didn't like weak things or children and his UM called FARCRY CRADLE.

全ては過ぎ去る日のようにどこへ向かうもの瞬きの間よ、遠くの揺りかごまで

Also Silver was BLONDE???

Also Malleus being like Aw Shit, What Do I Do With This Thing with baby Silver was great. Love that.

Also totally forgot to just say I'm a bit shook that Silver was actually frozen in time for 100+ years and not a descendent. Was genuinely not expecting that.

Also got me FUCKED UP with the acorn bracelet being a gift from child!Silver like how much more emotional damage am I going to have to endure exactly

NOOO BABY OF COURSE LILIA LOVES YOU

Sidenote child Sebek and Silver are adorable

Cackling at child Sebek having Zero Chill.

He'll yeah, Sebek Unique Magic! "Living Bolt" is very appropriate for him! Pimp slap that boy (Silver) awake!

Silver: Malleus and Lilia probably hate me.

Me, out loud: shut the fuck up. Stop letting your lizard brain control you!

Sebek: *proceeds to immediately deck him*

Good job Sebek!

Sebek is so baby honestly.

Sebek is so right, what a king. I really love how Sebek shows Silver that he's loved. Look at how strong you are - who gave you that strength (love?)

Also I'm always a sucker for that trope when a character who doesn't have any self confidence ends up accusing the people who love them of lying, and really their own self-denegration ends up hurting the very people they care about. How hurtful and insulting it is to have your own moral character and your heartfelt affection for a person be tossed aside in favor of propping up someone's self hatred.

When Silver was like they cant love me and Sebek really said don't you fucking disrespect me or Lilia-Sama like that again. Yeah.

Thankfully Silver regains some clarity and they move along shounen-style, very good.

Oh man the battles for this chapter were actually kind of a pain.

Also tbh I don't know how to feel about them using a recolored version if Silver's 2D rig for the Knight of Dawn. It looks off, personally.

Also in a separate post I made, I said Malleus was like an uncle in their quartet but this whole Book has made it fairly clear that he's more of an older brother. With how long it takes for fae to mature, especially long-lived ones like Dragons, it's clear that Malleus is more like a 16 year old whose parents suddenly busted out a new kid.

I'm tired Goodnight

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #my twst analysis #lilia vanrouge #twst spoilers #disney twst #twst silver #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt #twst lilia

[sage-nebula]

Saying a character you don’t like would be a school shooter instead of like, just going to a therapist to unpack that or going outside for once or doing literally anything else is incredibly fucking sad. Pathetic really.

Not as pathetic as sending this on anon lmao. What is this, 2013? Come off anon, you wuss. You had to be logged in to send this, so don't click the anon button. Put your whole pussy into it or don't bother.

Anyway, art imitates life. Fictional characters are written based on the way we see people act around us, the way we see people act in the news. As an unfortunate citizen of the United States, I am very, very, very used to hearing about school shootings, the fucked up little assholes who carry them out, and the research that has been done into identifying patterns between different shooters. In one such article:

Even when serious mental illness is not present, school attackers almost always exhibit common traits of extreme resentfulness, anger, and a desire for revenge because of perceived social alienation.

Hmmm, now who does this remind us of? 🤔 let's give it a good long think.

In a school shooter threat assessment dossier compiled by the FBI, similar common traits were identified as red flags for potential attackers. And you know, I was just going to post highlighted portions, but the whole damn thing is highlighted at this point, so let's just go through this step by step!

Kieran hates losing. He hates losing battles, he hates "losing" MC's friendship to Carmine, he hates "losing" Ogerpon to MC. Kieran assumes at the Festival of Masks that Carmine and MC are making fun of him over nothing, knows WHY they lied after he eavesdropped, and is still too bent out of shape about it to come clean and talk it out. He gets frustrated, can't cope, let's it fester, and spirals in two days.

Kieran doesn't exactly have a "hit list" because his main beef is with MC, but despite the school trip having been at least several months ago, he's quick to throw Carmine befriending MC in her face. Kieran doesn't let shit go. And yes, these injustices are perceived; Ogerpon CHOSE the MC. Carmine befriending the MC wasn't wrong. This is all in Kieran's head.

Kieran goes on a whole rant in the Area Zero Underdepths about how MC has everything he wants. MC has friends, MC has Ogerpon, but what is this really about? Kieran himself. Kieran wants to be special, and he's angry he's not, and he's blaming MC for that. Meanwhile, the alienation was spelled out in Teal Mask; Kieran felt ostracized and friendless, so he handily checks that box.

Not giving a single shit about Ogerpon's feelings or choices, and using his position of power to bully his fellow students checks off the lack of empathy. Thinking he's entitled to Ogerpon because he's "loved the ogre since forever" and also that Carmine shouldn't have befriended the MC checks off entitlement. His constant bragging and leering about being the strongest at the Academy checks off the sense of superiority.

Again, Kieran blames MC for everything wrong in his life, so there's your externalizing blame.

He doesn't avoid high profile school activities (the opposite, actually) but he does mask low self-esteem.

And he absolutely has numerous temper tantrums, from punching the Loyal Three's grave stone, to screaming before his battles, to lashing out at his sister, to seething post battle, and more. He has MAJOR anger issues.

Kieran IMMEDIATELY, with NO basis, believes Carmine and MC are talking about him behind his back at the Festival of Masks. MC had been nothing but friendly to him, yet he's so paranoid that he's suspicious with no provocation.

I don't think I need to explain this one. They could not have harped enough on "Kieran changed after the school trip" enough. I laughed for ten minutes when Drayton said he liked Kieran better with his hair down lmfao.

Kieran loved the ogre back when he thought the ogre was the villain of the story. In his own words:

"Everyone in town is scared of the ogre . . . but me? I really like it. It was strong . . . and cool . . . and it didn't even care when everyone shunned it . . . I've always wanted to be like that, ever since I was a kid. I want to be as cool as the ogre."

When Kieran says this, he still thinks that the version of the story on the signposts is true: that the ogre terrorized the village and overpowered the Loyal Three. He thinks the ogre is cool because it won a 3 vs 1 battle. Yes, he feels bad thinking that the ogre might be lonely, but if you say "you think?" after the first signpost, he specifically cites the ogre's fighting prowess as the reason for why he thinks it's cool. I think that Kieran being fascinated with a violent monster (even if that ended up not being the truth) counts as a negative role model.

And as for that second one? The boy has spent every waking moment training to get strong enough to defeat MC. He literally has eye bags because he forgoes sleep in order to run his pokémon ragged so he can weaponize them in his revenge quest. So that's checked off, too.

So yes, I said that Kieran is the type of selfish, entitled, emotionally dysregulated, fucked up little asshole who would bring a gun to school if he was real, and I stand by that! He fits the profile. He has a high number of red flags. I didn't say that because I don't like him, I said it because it's true.

(And side bar, but this isn't even why I don't like him. My favorite character in Arcane is Jinx, for crying out loud, and she would ALSO bring a gun to school and she DID fire a missile in a terrorist attack in the s1 finale. I dislike Kieran because of people like you refusing to see him for what he is because he's a pasty pale skinned boy. Oh, and because the game tried to pretend everything was peachy at the end, but that's normal for Pokémon.)

It's unfortunate that you've projected so strongly onto a sweaty 13yo anime boy that you took this as a personal attack. But honestly, I don't care about you. I will forget you forever five minutes after I click post. Grow a spine for your own sake at some point in the future and never annoy me again, you insipid little fruit fly.

#anonymous #pokemon #kieran critical #indigo disk spoilers #pkmn sv spoilers

[all-i-do-is-live-in-daydreams]

WROTE MORE NOTES WHILE WATCHING THE MOVIES LOKI IS IN. THIS TIME FOR THOR: RAGNAROK. THESE ONES TEND TO BE LESS SERIOUS WHICH MAKES SENSE SINCE THIS MOVIE ALSO HAPPENS TO BE LESS SERIOUS. IT WAS STILL FIN THOUGH.

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I wonder if thor's looking for infinity stones was another of "odin's" (loki's) orders

ragnarok is one of my favorite thor movies though it is less serious than the others. it has a sense of... silly billyness.

heimdall is not there dude. dude got banished. they replaced him with karl urban

skurge has to run alllllllllll the way down the bifrost now

it's a statue of loki, thor. duh.

THE PLAY 😭😭😭 I'll never get over this shit. loki is so fucking funny

"oh shit" YEAH OH SHIT

loki was able to act as odin perfectly before but just loses that here completely like he is barely able to keep his cool

idk if anyone has noticed this. I only noticed after someone pointed it out, but loki doesnt move out of the way. thor pushes him out of the way. loki was just going to stay there and let mjolnir hit him

he looks so good oh my god this movie has some of loki's best looks I just want to Eat him

love that he poked the piece of paper and whispered loki because honestly it's plausible that he'd just turn into a piece of paper

stephen loves dramatics doesn't he?

this scene made me laugh so hard I cried the first time I saw it 😭😭😭 "I have been falling!! FOR THIRTY MINUTES!!"

die odin

the way loki turns and stares at odin after he calls them BOTH his sons

"frigga wouldve been proud" literally kill me it would hurt less. I hate they made odin say things that dont justmake me angry

odin loves dropping crazy jaw dropping earth shattering news and then dipping. he just loves not dealing with his problems and leaving them to someone else

"no. I'm on a different path now. this you must face alone." back to him just making me angry. fuck you old man. just like I said. loves not doing with his own problems THAT HE CREATED.

LOKI'S FACE DOMT DO THIS TO ME. WHEN ODIN SAYS "I LOVE YOU, MY SONS." HIS JAW LITERALLY DROPS HE'S IN SHOCK IN DISBELIEF OF THSOE WORDS SOMEONE HUG HIM AND LOVE HIM FOR ME I CANT TAKE THIS

he fucking oogwayed them that's insane bro it's actually fucking insane 😭😭

HOW WAS IT LOKI'S DOING. HE JUST PUT HIM IN A SENIOR HOME WHERE I BELIEVE HE FUCKING BELONGED AND THAT'S BEING NICE

HELA 💖💖💖💖💖

bye bye loki see you on sakaar

yall don't know how crazy I went when she just fucking massacred the warriors three

trash planet

I FUCKING HATE THAT THEY TOOK DOWN THOR. THE GOD OF THUNDER AND FUCKING LIGHTNING. WITH A FUCKING ELECTRIC (BASICALLY LIGHTNING) ATTACK. IT DOESNT MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE

I do love loki, but he really did make a mistake calling for the portal to be opened. it seems like a very obviously wrong move and uncharacteristic of loki. idk maybe that's just me. then again he does run so.

jeff goldblum is a treasure to the world

one of his hottest looks. whoever the designer and artists were for this movie have my fucking gratitude for giving me this loki.

how was loki there for weeks and just never saw hulk??

cate blanchett is everything

I domt understand why she's so... loki like. the green and black, the blades, even her magic is green.

i do wish the movie was a little more serious. like loki saying to thor "it hurts doesnt it? being lied to. being told you're one thing and it all being a fiction." it's a very serious matter and it's just swept away and a joke is made immediately after those words are said

"our sister" OUR.

"guess I'll just have to go it alone. like I've always done." AND THOR JUST GIVES A SARCASTIC FAKE SMILE LIKE HE CANT BELIEVE HIM. THOR!!! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU !!! also you cant blame loki for hela. she would have escaped or been freed at some point.

LOKI'S REACTION TO SEEING HULK 😭😭

you tried thor, but unfortunately you're not natasha. as much as I hate that storyline.

"Yes! That's how it feels!" 😭

makes me even more pissed about the way they shut him down. HE LITERALLY WAS CREATING LIGHTNIG IN HIS BODY AND THEY TAKE HIM DOWN BY ELECTROCUTING HIM!?!?!? DOESNT. MAKE. ANY. SENSE.

also idc thor was winning that fight. only reason he didnt was cuz they did that to thor.

hate to see him go, but love to watch him walk away (loki)

i really do love watching him fight

loki looks so proud and fond like of the snake stabby thor story

THAT'S NOT WHAT HE ALWAYS WANTED. DO WE FORGET HIS WORDS DURING THE FIRST FIGHT BETWEEN THEM WE SEE? "I only ever wanted to be your equal!" actually going to lose it rn. COUNT YOUR FUCKING DAYS THOR. COUNT THEM.

I do think thor is being honest about how he thought the world of loki, but never enough to really look, to truly see his brother. never cared enough to dig deeper. and the mistakes loki made have just made it easier for thor to further ignore the deeper problems with his brother. you can love someone dearly, but still never truly see them. I wonder if knowing of thor's love makes it better or worse for loki. to be so loved, but for it to still not be enough to have been seen, to have been helped at all. or easier for it to be a lie and never loved at all, for it makes more sense to loki, because if you loved him why would you never dig deeper? why could you not see what was wrong? what was being done to him? how he felt? maybe that's why he was so adamant in the past, brushing thor's words away because otherwise that would mean even then it just wasnt enough. and it's more familiar to him too. the feeling he sits in, the knowledge that he's not loved or understood, that those around him think so little of him. and sometimes familiarity is easier than taking a new and brighter path.

he could be more. but it's hard to do that when everyone around you sees the worst in you and your stuck in a shadow your entire life. ignored. it's why I love mobius so much. he sees what others don't in loki and actually pushes him to be better and is there for him. mobius is truly the number one loki apologist.

THE THUD OF BANNER HITTING THE BIFROST 😭😭😭

LOKI IS SO DRAMATIC "Your saviour is here!!"

I LOVE WHEN THOR FINALLY STARTS USING LIGHTNING LIKE THIS. ALSO LOKI'S PROUD GRIN WHEN HE SEES HIM.

I take it back THIS is loki's hottest look

"if you were actually here, I might even give you a hug" " I'm here" AND THEN YOU DON'T SHOW US A HUG ??? REALLY???

the look of horror on loki's face when the ship appears. thor looks curious, but loki.... he knows who that ship belongs to and you can just see the dread fill him.

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#I AM NOT A THOR HATER DESPITE MY COMMENTS TOWARDS HOM HERE #he just angers me sometimes with his behavior and treatment of loki #you cant honestly stand there and tell me he couldnt have been better towards him #loki god of mischief #loki ragnarok #marvel loki #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #tva loki #mcu loki #loki tom hiddleston #tom hiddelston loki #tom hiddleston #thor odinson #thor ragnarok #and i may be angry with how thor is towards loki but i still wish for them to be brothers and to rebuild their relationship #like they were going to do qnd were doing before SOMEONE SHOWED UP AND RUINED IT #i think after rewatching all these movies ragnarok has moved down and the 1st thor is my favorite now #i still really like this movie but from my new perspective this movie was a bit too much on the comedy side #not even gonna get into love and thunder i dont wanna talk about it. funny but.... eh #but i wish ragnarok couldve been a little more serious and i think they messed with loki's character a bit #tho I've heard taika was told to leave his character alone so maybe im somehow misreading his characterization in this one #thor of asgard #thor movies #thor #thor the dark world #valkryie #brunnhilde #bruce banner #loki

[cagedchoices]

Honestly though the more I see about Popular Red Dead Theories (i.e. "Abigail was a second rat/Molly was the rat all along/Molly/Karen was pregnant" or otherwise critical opinions of the women "Mary used Arthur/Sadie is a Mary Sue/Abigail nags too much/Molly is annoying" it reminds me of aall the similar things that have ever been said about Westworld characters and the double standards that exist there too.

So to start with, there's a double standard that results in a lot of pushback when it involves something like a love interest asking their lover to change for them or run away with them. Abigail and Mary in Red Dead beg John and Arthur respectively to leave their outlaw ways behind and just live a normal, honest life and they receive the brunt of criticism for having set unrealistic expectations for their men.

BUT in Westworld, Teddy is the one who dreams of asking Dolores to run away with him. He asks her to leave their pasts behind and live a domestic life together, carve out a tiny piece of the park for themselves. Nevermind that hundreds of heavily armed enemies are on their way to slaughter every host they find, "just come play cowboys and indians with me forever Dolores I know it's the last thing you want when there's an entire world out there you're not allowed to even see but I love you... Conditionally."

I suspect that because Teddy is a man - or more accurately, a robot designed to look and act like a man in every meaningful way to the point that there is functionally no difference - he got a lot less criticism about this than if you were to reverse the roles. If it was Dolores begging Teddy to quit his job as a bounty hunter I would be highly disappointed but not at all surprised if people then started calling her a nag about it and saying shit like 'well don't fall in love with a bounty hunter if you don't like what they do to put food on the table'

People will also consistently criticize and call Dolores a bitch for changing Teddy's code, but it was apparently totally fine when Arnold merged Dolores with a different character and programmed her to kill him. Likewise, they'll often call Dolores a bitch Again and blame her for manipulating Caleb and not telling him everything she knows, but. I guess it's fine that Serac/Rehoboam & Solomon systemically manipulated Caleb into capturing or killing people, and manipulated him into killing his best friend when the system decided both of them were no longer useful to its cause, and manipulated the most boring and unengaging existence Caleb could've possibly lived to keep him compliant and too shut down to want to fight back. Serac's a dick, but point this out and suddenly a bunch of people would go "wellll maybe he had a point though."

And for another common criticism, both Maeve and Dolores get hit with the Mary Sue comment often, but it happens to Maeve more frequently AND she also gets called annoying for the crime of...idk, missing her daughter? And right there is another double standard. Maeve tried to let go and move on, convince herself that the host playing the role of her daughter is someone she has no attachment to and that it wasn't real, but she couldn't. She remembers and she loves and protects that little girl as if she was real, because to Maeve, she is!

In contrast, Bernard has memories of Arnold's son Charlie and Hybrid Caleb has memories of Frankie, but these men have never even met these children who are always on their mind. There is rarely ever any critique that dives into Bernard chasing after his love of a son who hasn't existed for a very long time. As for Hybrid Caleb...

I don't know, it's like for all the hemming and hawing people do about "oh but the hosts aren't real and they never have been that's the thing" ...by the time they kill Caleb off and reintroduce fidelity testing (which still hasn't quite worked out all the bugs in the program by then) almost everyone seems okay with accepting that for all intents and purposes, Hybrid Caleb is still Caleb. He never even met Frankie before she came to rescue him, but he has all these memories of her and they motivate him to survive until he physically can't go on anymore. He never gets called annoying for this. Just Maeve. Only ever Maeve. I wonder why that is?

#i'm an underachiever — out. #ask to tag #i'm just. the double standards. make it make sense #bc it doesn't

[suchafuckingriot]

Tubbo IS DONE with tommy asking if hes hot so hes like fuck it whatever

kind of derailing from the ask, but i feel like tubbo doesn’t really care about tommy flirting with him as much as people make it out to be. don’t get me wrong, tommy definitely has a history of taking it too far and actually making tubbo upset, and tubbo definitely doesn’t like it, but i feel like people blow it way out of proportion. i think tubbos main problem with it is it happening in front of an audience, you know?

i say that because clingy is 100% an off camera relationship, despite the fact that they make content together, and i think their dynamic is completely different (to an extent) when they’re not in front of the internet. i think this is one of the parts where the distinction between “tommy” and “tubbo” versus “tom” and “toby” really matters. the way tubbo talks about tommy (tom) when asked about him completely misaligns with the perception and character of “tommy”, which is usually the persona that people are asking about. i think he’s even said on stream after being asked how he feels about tommy that people don’t seem to understand that tommy isn’t “tommy” all the time, that he really doesn’t behave like that 24/7. that tubbo sees him as a good friend and a good person. if you ask tubbo about tommy, he doesn’t think about “tommy”, he thinks about tom.

point being, i really don’t think tubbo (toby) gives much of a shit about the slightly more “homoerotic” instances of their relationship in real life, and i don’t think tommy (tom) creates those instances anywhere near as much as he does on camera. one example could be the tubbo alt stream where tommy runs from his office to tubbos house and complains that tubbo didn’t give him a big hug and a little kiss for it, to which tubbo tells tommy, “what, you want a little kiss? i’ll give you a little kiss”, smirking and obviously fucking with tommy. tommy immediately backs down, of course, and tubbo says he didn’t think so. it’s only one instance, but i think it’s a good example of the fact that their relationship isn’t just this one sided thing people act like it is. tubbo isn’t this prudish, virginal, innocent little bumblebee people treat him like, and tommy isn’t as much of a boldfaced shithead as he pretends he is. i think realistically, in real life, they are a normal pair of best friends that aren’t any more or less weird about each other than the average friendship. if tommy asks tubbo what he thinks of his new haircut, tubbo is gonna tell him without any of the “ew why you asking me get your own damn opinion 🙄” he would normally give on camera.

with that in mind, something else to consider is tommy’s content brain and how acutely aware he is of what people like about his dynamics with other people and how to hit each of those points perfectly. the best examples of it are clingyduo and crimeboys. he understands the key principles of their dynamic, particularly the fact that tommy is obsessed with tubbo and how that makes him act. that’s where the gay jokes and possessiveness and controlling nature come from, even if they do stem from tommy and tubbos genuine dynamic, especially when they were younger. back then it was charming and sweet because they were just that excited to play with each other, now it’s frustrating because it’s just tommy being mean to tubbo. plus, sometimes tommy antagonizing tubbo is really to try and make tubbo laugh, because sometimes it does work! my clingy cinematic parallels post is an example.

if tommy’s drive to push the dynamic is his content brain, tubbos resistance against it is his want for privacy. people often ask how tubbo went from “i don’t blame people who ship us” to where he is now, but i think tubbos original statement is pretty self explanatory. i mean, they’re literally called clingyduo. they both very obviously display a lot of affection towards each other, and they can’t really hide it because it’s part of their natural chemistry. speaking from personal experience, when you have a relationship like that, people pick up on it and they get fucking ANNOYING. depending on the kind of person you are or what you value, you react differently to people being weird about it. some people (tommy) lean into it, play it up, stick up a middle finger. other people (tubbo) retreat, keep that relationship more private, stick the middle finger up behind their back. best example of this in action is when tommy says i love you or something else sweet to tubbo and tubbo responds "people dont take it like that". if tubbo played along with the bit, he would get chained to it, and the audience would ruin his relationship with tommy. obviously he doesn't want that, cue the tubbo shutting almost all tommy affection/gaybaiting down.

anyways. i think i'm probably talking to a wall and people are already aware of everything i talked about. plus it's not even a very good essay. however i'm tired of the way people treat clingy and how it feeds into infantilizing tubbo, which i've been seeing a lot of lately. idk. conclusion: i don't think tommy is as weird about tubbo irl and i don't think tubbo cares as much if he is either. i'm tired of seeing clingy stepping on each other's toes get treated so weird. toodles!

#this really is a shit essay however. i have a life lol im not gonna bother rewriting it or being as thorough as i need to be #tommycrit #clingy #ask

[the-masked-ram]

Wear My Name - Dabi x Fem Reader

CW: NSFW, vaginal penetration, knife play, marking, blood, burning, condescension, masochism/sadism dynamics, degradation, pussy spanking, dirty talk, mild breeding kink, pet names, angry sex, Dabi being possessive, mild breath play, biting ----

The night out with your friends had been nice. Dancing in the club had been the perfect way to relax after a heavy workload. When you came home, your apartment was dark, empty, and silent. Well, you thought it was empty. It wasn’t until you saw the moon from the window catch the glint of a knife, balanced precariously between two fingers as the tip rested on the arm of a chair, that you realized you had company. The shine of the silver blade caused you breath to catch in your chest until you saw the same rays light up a familiar set of boots. “Dabi?” your voice shook with nerves. All you got was a hum of affirmation. The shuffle of clothes sounded as he stood, and there was a dull clicking as the knife disappeared into the darkness. You frowned and turned on the hallway light. “Dabi,” you hissed. “What are you doing just randomly sitting in the dark? And the hell? No text saying you were coming? A call? You’ve been gone for a month, you said it’d be a week at the most.” His eyes were chips of ice as they stared at you, so different than the usual heat they held. They roved over your dress, your body, your heels, and a sneer pulled at his mouth. “Were you worried, dollface? Is that why you went clubbin’?” his words were toxic, filled with accusation. What he was blaming you of? You honestly couldn’t be sure. There were traces of dark insinuation beneath his words, within his dulled eyes, and in that snarl twisting his face. “What do you mean Dabi? I’m not gonna stay home waiting for someone who rarely messages me for more than a booty call, even when he is in town,” you snorted with a roll of you eyes. “You are acting like you’re my boyfriend or some shit.” His eyes went from dull to burning in two seconds flat, a growl ripping forth from his throat as he stepped into your space. You backed up against the wall, palms flat against the plaster. “I may not use that fuckin’ childish label, doll. But you’re sure as hell mine,” his eyes narrowed, lips quirking into a dangerous smirk. You knew the response you were desperate to spit out was wrong. You knew you should swallow it down and let him fuck his anger out. You knew, god did you know. But you were so frustrated and so you let the words slip out without even hesitating. “I don’t see your claim on me, no ring, no nothing,” you scoffed, pushing off the wall only for him to shove you back against it. You hit it hard enough that all the oxygen punched out of your lungs. You gasped, your head ricocheting so hard that you saw stars for a moment. Then you felt the heavy weight of his hand around your neck, felt his teeth bite into the shell of your ear, and the warm metal of his piercing tracing the edge of your cartilage. “Should we fix that then?” Dabi’s voice was nothing more than a toe-curling whisper. You shouldn’t be affected by this, you should still be pissed, that beast of frustration should still have you tight in its grasp. However, all you could focus on was the slight pressure of his fingers on the sides of your neck, the heaviness of his palm against your throat, the drag of his scarred cheek and staples against your soft jaw, and you whimpered. Throaty and desperate as your thighs clenched and you worked your tongue silently. The breathy laugh you heard in your ear as his knee shoved it’s way between yours, made your face grow hot, “Oh baby girl, you are so desperate for my cock, aren’t ya? So desperate that when I just hint that you may get it… heh, you go fucking dumb.” The harsh grind of his jeans against your panties, his free hand having fisted your dress up around your waist, had you yelping and panting. His pupils were endless, swallowing the blue of his eyes until it seemed you would fall into the gaping black that was left. He bared his teeth in a dangerous smile and bit down on the thin skin of your jugular. “Nnng, careful,” you whimpered. “No marks, work.” You squirmed under his strong hold, feeling his fingers flex against your neck to keep your still and he bit harder, sucked with more aggression. “No marks,” he mocked, pitching his voice to an annoying tone while he dragged his lips across your bruised skin. “I don’t care, doll. Wasn’t it you sayin’ that I had to stake my claim?” You hissed as his teeth sank into your shoulder, and you felt the sting as they pierced your skin. Just you were about to squirm away his thigh ground up against your clit, his hand leaving your hip to graze your waist and ribs, then circle your nipple with such familiarity it had you swallowing hard under his hand. The pain wasn’t so bad anymore, the mix of delirious pleasure and throbbing ache from your shoulder pulling your mind apart easily. “Remember, I’m the only one who knows you like this, who can make you feel like this. You are mine, your body knows it, your soul knows it, now we just need the world and your mind to accept it,” his face was in front of yours again, with that twisted angry smile, only this time it was coated a light sheen of pink with your blood. God you hated that you craved him so desperately. You hated that Dabi was your drug in every sense of the word. That when he’d been gone you had slipped into the closest thing to withdrawals that you could have. You shivered under his hands, melting into him so perfectly, like he’d never left. Usually Dabi was rough, but never was he this furious with you. Yes, the two of you had fucked each other in anger, but this time, you knew he’d push too far. You also knew you’d take it without hesitating. You were not just hopelessly in love with him, you were addicted to him, and he was obsessed with you. “Please,” you whispered, brain heady and filled with cottony thoughts that you couldn’t form into words. “Please what, babe? Use those big girl words,” he pouted out his lips before grinning again, his tongue swiping over the crimson on his teeth. “I need--,” you gasped, floundering to finish because you weren’t really sure what you needed. Did you need him to take you, to fill you to the brim? Or was that just what you wanted? Did you need him to leave you alone and never come back? Or was that just what you wanted? Your brain was a swirling mass of confusion and you couldn’t find the answer no matter how hard you clawed at the tangled threads. “How about I help you, hm?” the hand around your throat slid up to cup your skull, his thumb tracing your jaw. You nodded, sparks alighting on your skin from the gentle caress. His eyes flashed, and the hand that had been tracing your breasts disappeared to between your thighs, slipping under your panties and swiping along your slit. You moaned, hips eagerly following his movements, bucking into his fingers even as they retreated, “Oh god, yes!” “Ah, there’s my little doll,” he snickered, eyes narrowing with cruel approval. “Now what do you need?” His head tilted, and he watched you critically. Your brain scrambled to keep up, eager to please him, your irritation a soft buzz in the fog of your mind, the memory of his fingers on your clit was all you could focus on. “Need you, need you to- to fuck me,” your head lolled, as you swallowed the drool pooling in your mouth. “Yeah? Is that what you need?” he said, his grin all harsh lines and sharp teeth. “What is it I need, though? What is it that you need to let me do to get you fucked, hm?” There was something different in his glare now, something brutal again, and you could tell in the haze of your mind, that Dabi was trying to control himself and he was failing. He was hungry for something from you. He was enraged… and was he scared? You couldn’t tell, too lost to the needs of your body. But there was an extra layer of emotion in his eyes that was rare, and you were unable to place it. “I don’t know, I don’t know,” you shook your head, sucking your lip. His teeth snapped together an inch away from your face, flecks of spit hitting your cheeks, his blue irises burning with frustration, “I need to make you mine, sweet cheeks.” You nodded, “Yours, yes, promise. Yours, I’ve always been yours, never not been.” You were delirious, and you both knew you would never babble such things under other circumstances. If you weren’t high on endorphins and sipping the nectar of lust, you would never be promising him your soul, even though you both also knew he already had it. He growled, as his teeth worked over the wound, he created earlier. Worrying it, making the clots open again, the bruise worse, and your mouth open on a gasp. “Oh god, please, just--,” your voice was high and pitchy as you canted your hips forward, trying to entice his fingers to dip lower over your puffy clit. “Please… please what? Use your words, slut,” he spat, his mouth releasing your pulsing flesh. You whined, your hips bucking harder against his hand, “Please, D-aaabi. I need you to touch me.” You were practically sobbing, your brain muddled and thirsting for more. When his calloused fingers slide over your slick clit it was enough to make you moan unabashed. Breath stuttering, catching in your throat, as your chest shuddered, and you felt an ache start while his finger traced light circles around you. He hissed in between his teeth, “Such a needy cunt, so sloppy for me already, so fuckin’ wet.” Each word was condescending, judging and yet pleased, like he was praising you for being his whore, and for the first time that night he pressed his warm lips to yours. You gasped into his mouth as his fingers pressed harder against your clit, coaxing you closer to the edge. His tongue took control, slipping against yours and the titanium adorning it seemed to leave a burning trail on everything it touched. His teeth sank into your lip and you felt a sharp pain again, the tease of his tongue sliding against it as he drew away. You could taste iron and knew he bit through your skin. You stared at him through blurry eyes, and he rolled his jaw, seeming to think for a moment even as his fingers continuously drew circles over you, pulling more moans from your throat. Slowly the tension in your body grew tighter, and you watched him through half-lidded eyes, the tip of his tongue caught in between his incisors as he pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm. “D-Dabi, so close,” you whispered, squirming against the plaster, you’re back shifting between straight and then bowed. “Yeah? Cum for me. Show me how desperate you are for my cock,” he growled, his free hand splaying next your head as he loomed in front of you, watching every micro expression. It wasn’t necessarily the command, but that coupled with the sinful need in his eyes had you humping into his fingers in seconds, falling apart and finding peace all at once. You were flying so high that you knees buckled and your eyes rolled until they ached. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” your words became indecipherable from the noisy gasps and moans that tore from your chest. You arced violently away from the surface behind you, feeling your muscles tremble and the sensation of his teeth snagging at the soft spot under your jaw. He chuckled, a mean sound in your ear as he dipped the first knuckle of two of his fingers into your fluttering pussy, humming in approval at the tight grip that greeted him. As you drifted back down, slipped into the bliss that was post orgasmic haze, you vaguely registered Dabi shifting your thighs around his waist and hauling you into his arms. Your head leaned onto his shoulder, bouncing lightly with each step he took down the hall. The next thing you knew, you were being tossed on the bed and there was the sound of rustling clothes and a clinking belt buckle. You forced your bleary gaze to focus, to see Dabi shucking his pants, to see him palm something in his hand and your eyes wandered over the piercings of his dick, the flush at the head, drool pooling in your mouth. Your tongue was heavy and mind clouded, but there was something you needed to convey, “Dabi?” It wasn’t what you wanted to say but it might get him to slow down. Might give you a moment to collect your thoughts and get your mouth functioning. “Shhh, doll. I’ll give you everythin’ you need. Everything you fuckin’ deserve, make you mine,” his eyes flashed with his words. You should have known something was wrong, that he was going to go somewhere the two of you had never even discussed. Yet, he was throwing his shirt to the side now, and your eyes were distracted by the glitter of his staples and the dual tones of his flesh. All you could do was whine in the back of your throat and he bared his teeth in a knowing smirk. Your thoughts were starting to clear, body starting to regain sensation again and you moved easier. He could see the awareness gleam in your eyes, and he knew he couldn’t let you slip into full consciousness yet. Dabi was quick to lean over you, rutting his dick in between your glistening folds, and the first bar of his Jacob’s ladder catching your clit just right to have you hissing in wonderful pain and pleasure. “There’s my little masochist,” he growled, gritting his teeth. You whined and shook your head, “No I’m not.” He laughed cruelly, “Sure.” You missed the way his hand discreetly slid under the pillow, instead distracted by his dick leaving you and taking away that delicious friction. Pulling a wanton whine from your throat. “Sure you ain’t? Sure, you don’ like this?” he delivered a light slap to your pussy, making sure the weight of his palm hit your clit. You squealed, feeling the more heat flush through your system and bucked your hips instinctively. “Yeah, looks like you absolutely hate it,” he sneered. Whimpering in embarrassment, or was it need, it broke into a throaty groan as you felt the blunt head of his dick press against your spasming hole. You gasped, clenching down, forcing him to push harder and hiss at the tension when he slowly started sliding inside. “You better fuckin’ relax, or this is gonna hurt like a bitch,” his eyes were fluttering, and neck muscles straining. He couldn’t go faster even if he wanted, and god knows he wanted. You were bearing down on him so hard he felt like his dick might snap in two. It was just on the pleasurable side of pain, and fuck if he wasn’t worried that he might blow his load as soon as he seated himself inside you completely. You were writhing, hiccupping shallow breaths into your burning lungs. Pushing at his chest weakly as tears stung at the corner of your eyes. “S-slow down Dabi, it hurts,” you begged. And when he bottomed out, he groaned, “Yeah, bet it fuckin’ does. But your takin’ me so damn well, I can’t stop. Feels so good, baby doll.” He scooped your thighs into his arms, folding you in upon yourself, and you looked up at him, at the flush across his cheek bones and the way his lower lip turned white from the pressure of his teeth. He never looked more beautiful. It made the ache in your trembling walls ease a bit, that is until he surged forward even more, touching a spot in you that caused your body to snap tight and sheer jolts of pain to shoot through your taught muscles. “Fuck! N-not there,” you rasped, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. He grinned harshly, panting as he dragged himself out of your clenching body, “Gotta make sure I breed you right. Sorry doll.” He sounded anything but apologetic though, and when he thrusted forward the wonderful pressure was almost enough to chase away the pain until he was flush against you, slamming into your cervix again. You screamed, white hot flashes of agony tightening you around him. He shuddered and moaned as he gripped onto you, watching tears spill down your cheeks. “You look so pretty like this, cryin’ while your split open on my cock, beggin’ me to stop. So perfect, how could you think…hng,” he trailed off into a guttural groan as his pace picked up. Your brain was melting into a mix of euphoria and complete aching anguish. Severe pain and rippling pleasure blended headily, leaving you panting and screaming until all you could do was open you mouth in a silent cry as you convulsed around him. He spat out a curse and slowly rolled into you, panting harshly, his hand patting around behind your head. While you drifted higher than you ever had before, swearing that your body was numb, he pulled back to tilt his head and look at you intently. “You know, I don’ think a ring is enough. Not to show everyone and you, that you’re mine. No… it's not permanent,” he said, and it was almost like he was saying it to himself, trying to convince himself of something. You blinked dully up at him, swallowing thickly, and squealing every time he pushed forward too hard, causing a dull throb in your pelvis. “I know how to fix it though, don’ worry doll,” he murmured, you saw him lift the knife and adrenaline began to spike through your system. Sluggish movements became a little more coordinated and you shook your head, “No!” You struggled, but were still weak, too easy for him to fend off and hold you down even as he barely rocked inside you dragging unwarranted moans from your throat. “It’s ok, it will only hurt for a moment,” he whispered, placing a tender kiss on your temple. “But this way we will always be together. Everyone will know you are MINE.” Blue flames licked along the metal, causing the steel to burn so hot it looked like platinum. He shuddered as the knife came down on the outside of your thigh, he murmured praises as you clenched around him, body jolting in his hold when it cut through your skin like paper. There wasn’t a sting, but the searing burns left from the heated metal caused your flesh to sizzle and made you gasp and shake. “Such a good girl… my girl,” he whispered, and you knew in that moment you’d pushed too far that night. The cut wasn’t too deep, but easily deep enough to scar, you slowly faded in and out of consciousness while he sliced his name into your skin. He only came because of you spasming around him from the pain, but in your mind, you were almost giddy. So blissed out from the orgasms, so lost to his nonsensical words. He was back, and he was yours. He was back, and you were his. What more could you ask for? ---- Check out my patreon here

#Dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x fem reader #bnha #mha #not sfw #dark content #please read cw

[cvntdracvla]

Ok sooooo ummmm penny for your thoughts on all this???

okay hello! hi this shits All Over the place so forgive me for this mess

sooo we all knew what we were getting ourselves into right. we knew what this was. a toxic relationship between Vampires. not ur run of the mill romcom. a gothic romance. this is a regular sunday for gothic romance enjoyers lol

lestat punched through a mans HEAD in the first episode & then turned around n gave a Beautiful heart touching speach ab how much he loves louis. hes has never shied away from violence. they r vampires. they feed on ppls blood n kill to survive so why is this such a big suprise to everybody ???

yeah i was suprised they would go there n really lean into the gothic part. but this is not a relationship between two men. they have supernatural abilities, speed, strength etc. n can do all kinds of shit. this is not exactly a shocker now is it ???

louis has self-admitedly been poking n proding lestat. constantly reminding him of claudia, being cruel to him n ignoring him. lestats love is all consuming, encompasing. hes a hedonist who lives to indulge himself. n they have been baricading in the town house for 7 long years. louis wouldnt even speak to him, has been feeding on animals so u can imagine what kinda company he was for lestat whos longing to be loved n to feel his love. ppl have been saying that there are "two brothers" living in their house. am i justifiying lestat beating louis to a pulp ??? no. but he did have his reasons to snap.

claudia has been Real stupid w her kills, acting like a child, which she only looks like n has not been for a while. n when lestat has to deal w louis n claudia constantly moping around screaming ??? i would have been a bigger bitch than him. he only made her a vampire on louis request, nay Begging. he never wanted to be a father and honestly cant blame him. its not just family drama n nuisance now police r lichrally Monitoring them. n then claudia blames him for everything n somehow louis is absolved of his crimes cuz they have a special connection lestat n her dont. his parenting is sadistic but on the other hand, louis' is too human. when none of them are humans anymore and the human rules no longer apply.

so she goes out into the world, sees that independence is not All That its cracked up to be and then comes back to take louis from lestat ??? n now lestats panicking cuz he sees how louis suffered & longer for her & suddenly shes asking him to chose between him and her. so hes reasonably affraid that louis will leave him for her. especially after the downfall of their relationship cuz its been Rough babygirl.

and then they start speaking w thier minds n he goes crazy cuz he could never do that w them. so hes helpless n resorts to violence. backed into a corner so what r u gonna do? when claudia says "let him go. its me you want." n its like No baby its exactly the opposite. he only wanted louis for himself. he never wanted tou and he never wanted to share his love and he says it himself.

and THEN he hits us w "i have waited... i have patiently waited in vain... for you to love me... as i love you" he basically said reject me so i can move on lol.

also "all vampires are created from trauma" when u think ab the way lestat has been created........ hits different

so TLDR what im saying lestat is a cunt but not for no reason. emotional abuse can hurt just as bad as physical can and when its all said and done they All have their fucking problems (lestat most lets be real), but thats why we love them n thats why i tune in for the fucking drama & the poetry & beauty & horror this show gives me. they understand love is pain, its complicated and its all consuming etc etc

#also bailey jacob & sam are fucking MAGNIFICENT in this #ask #the interview with the vampire #iwtv amc

[xuanelle]

12 and 13 for ask game!

the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

mirei park. do I understand why some people don't like her? yes absolutely. what she did to kiryu I can fully get bothering people, and I can understand people who don't like her because they don't like her relationship with majima (not that she's to fault for it but just more so the idea that majima would do that) but genuinely though gamerbrosTM are so fucking annoying about her that it made me like her more after finishing the game. if I have to see one more gamerbro say her getting an abortion was an awful thing for majima and centering his feelings when a woman has a right to abort a kid if she wishes to and also he was the one in canon who y'know. hurt her. and notably majima realized he fucking fucked up and left the very next day and never talked to her ever again. like I can get people who don't like her/the relationship bc they think it's ooc even though I think blaming her for it is :/ (I mean the relationship isn't something to like obviously I just mean more so how it affects how they think of her) but seeing people say she was wrong for aborting the kid and deserved to get hit fuck you and never talk to a woman irl ever again

and again these same people act like she's the worst character because she did that to kiryu but I've seen more general love for someya who was a y6 villain who was a piece of shit to his partner or just men who are worse then her but because she's a woman and is mean and does a fucked up thing in her first apperance she's the worst alive

and like this is the same series where mine yoshitaka is a beloved character and he destroyed an entire oprhanage because he wanted the land the orphanage was built on. and those kids were hurt by his men. but mirei who genuinely did seem to want the best for haruka's dream as an idol, who knows the horrors of the idol industry and the danger of rumours and y'know what happens to your idol career if people know you have a relationship with a yakuza finds out kiryu is Yakuza and gaslights kiryu into him thinking he's not a good influence to his kids and that he should leave and that if haruka wants to be an idol he needs to go is evil and a bitch. which. is wrong. she is wrong for this. but I'm saying the double standards here are fucking insane

like they're both wrong. they both fuck up but the thing is. they're both also given sympathy by the narrative. mirei and Haruka have a sweet dynamic she buys her clothes and plays games with her and does care abt her !!!! and mirei does do a lot less harm then mine who is a Yakuza patriarch!! but she gets all the hate for daring to be a woman who is mean and complicited and messy. like I get why some people wouldn't like her but the way gamerbros talk about her is fucking insane they act as if she's the worst character in the series (I've seen ppl say she's worse then fucking oda who y'know. trafficked women) is insane because g-d forbid a female character being given character traits the male characters in these games have.

anyway this really wasn't me talking abt why people should like her but I guess my answer is if you like male characters who are similar to mirei then well. why don't you like her (again her and mine r different but that's the closest comparison I got) ALSO her relationship with Haruka is sweet Haruka says she's like a mother to her and thats :")

worst blorboficiation

sigh. i've already said majima so i don't wanna say him again </3 but know he's the first one that popped into my head for this. anyway i guess my answer for this is..... damn my brain really really wants to say majima 😭😭 but i guess uh maybe marc spector. i think this is mainly a twitter thing but I've seen so many people talk abt marc as if he's just some badass cool guy and that he's that guy™ and such a surface level take of who he is and genuinely tend to ignore his past or the wrongdoings he has committed. or just. any of the complicated aspects of the character (the show made all of this way worse)

marc spector was a bad person who did horrible things and is trying to change and often ends up right back at where he started but depsite that, despite how much he hates himself he keeps trying to protect people, he keeps being a hero even when he earnestly believes the man behind the mask is anything but. and He has an addiction to violence that's completely and utterly unhealthy for him. and he admits to this. and yet people will see that and go marc spector is just THAT GUY™ and it's such a surface level take of him that I despise.

#ask answers

[damnhotmsimmons]

Episode 4-Pay-Per-View

Here are my thoughts watching episode 4 of cm evolution

caution: spoilers below

Poor Moose

So Elias is seeing visions? Who is that guy?

So the guy was the original owner of the kill kit? 

Please don’t tell me he just murdered the dog

So Tyler is a misguided vigilante wanting to avenge his sister Alison. Reminds me of the former vet guy in To Hell...and Back in s4 where he also wanted to avenge his sister. He thinks Sicarius (I assume he’s referring to Elias)

Emily deciding Garcia should talk to Green, which makes sense as she’s not a cop and Tyler is the reason Garcia is working with the BAU again

Random thought but I love how cute Garcia’s outfit is in this scene

That said, because Tyler is why she’s back in the BAU, I fear she will snap at him for forcing her to return when she was happier away from the BAU

Ugh, Tyler being a stubborn little asshole. I wonder if there’s a reason he doesn’t want to speak aside from the team ruining his plans. For a second, I thought Garcia was gonna go off at him like she did with Rossi in episode 1. Hmm, maybe later

aww, another willifer scene

Aww fuck, why did that guy interrupt their intimate moment

Insurance guy?

So Rossi has been sleeping in the BAU the whole night?

I don’t think Elias actually did that but it wouldn’t surprise me if he did try to set Green up if it means getting the authorities off his back

Miami, Florida, suddenly I’m having CSI Miami flashbacks 

I thought the couple were gonna be the victims but it turns the unsubs killed a stranger in their house instead

“Good morning, Penelope.” God, I love Luke. Kinda a bummer we didn’t see him before the credits

It’s nice to see Garcia in her old office again, but sad that she’s going through Tyler’s personal information including that of his sister 

Awww, it’s so sweet that Luke used to babysit Sergio, but poor guy, he’s allergic to cats. Another reason why he’s a dog person 

Garcia wants to help Tyler so that he’s able to help the team stop Sicarius

I love how Luke is supportive of the idea and stunned when Garcia joked about setting up a rumor that he’s difficult to work with

Emily is so done with Garvez and their bickering

so Garcia insists that Green does a cognitive interview to help him retrieve his memories. I love how Emily approves the idea and Luke insisting that Garcia gets the credit for her good ideas

Pissed off Garcia hits differently. She finally went off at Tyler for being very stubborn and does not hold back on her anger towards him for being drawn back into the FBI. Apparently, this is enough for Tyler to comply and do a cognitive interview

kinda love that Garcia is being more assertive in the revival

Aww, JJ feels safe with Will in their home, and Will saying how JJ is the protector of their home

These unsubs are literally fucked up, and I say this with most of the unsubs in the show who lack any sympathetic qualities and are just plain evil

Luke giving the cognitive interview to Tyler

The cinematography in this scene feels different 

Poor Tyler, he knew the guy and blames himself for Alison’s death. He feels responsible as he felt this wouldn’t have happened had he joined them for dinner

The subtle and silent acting between Kirsten, Paget and Adam after that scene *chef’s kiss*

Yea those guys should’ve called for backup

I love it when JJ and Tara team up for a takedown

this feels too soon, like the episode isn’t even close to the end and there’s a takedown so early

fuck, the unsubs escaped

oh my god, the first deliver the profile scene

oh shit, there’s a sleeping woman in the house the unsubs just broke into

Rossi, what happened to not giving the unsubs any notoriety? I thought you wanted to call them a “Fuckhead” not “Sicarius”. Sure it’s not professional but still

First time they caught an unsub, only to for them to have nothing to do with the network

So Tyler was able to preserve his conversations with Sicarius, and offers to help in any way, but tells Luke that he wants to leave Garcia out of this

Another Willifer scene.

Wait...Will might have cancer, are you fucking kidding me with this? Wasn’t killing Krystal off not enough for these guys? Poor JJ and Will, I just want to give them a hug 

overall, I find this episode better than episode 4, felt more like a standard unsub of the day like episode in previous seasons except the whole Tyler subplot made it feel less of a filler episode. I kinda wished we saw more of Tara and Luke (though I can understand why Luke’s screentime is limited since Adam directed this episode)

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #cm spoilers #cme spoilers #david rossi #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #tara lewis #luke alvez #emily prentiss #cm 16x04 #cme 1x04

[the-decaying-ramskull]

Wear My Name- Dabi x Fem Reader

CW: NSFW, vaginal penetration, knife play, marking, blood, burning, condescension, masochism/sadism dynamics, degradation, pussy spanking, dirty talk, mild breeding kink, pet names, angry sex, Dabi being possessive, mild breath play, biting ---- The night out with your friends had been nice. Dancing in the club had been the perfect way to relax after a heavy workload. When you came home, your apartment was dark, empty, and silent. Well, you thought it was empty.

It wasn’t until you saw the moon from the window catch the glint of a knife, balanced precariously between two fingers as the tip rested on the arm of a chair, that you realized you had company. The shine of the silver blade caused you breath to catch in your chest until you saw the same rays light up a familiar set of boots.

“Dabi?” your voice shook with nerves.

All you got was a hum of affirmation. The shuffle of clothes sounded as he stood, and there was a dull clicking as the knife disappeared into the darkness. You frowned and turned on the hallway light.

“Dabi,” you hissed. “What are you doing just randomly sitting in the dark? And the hell? No text saying you were coming? A call? You’ve been gone for a month, you said it’d be a week at the most.”

His eyes were chips of ice as they stared at you, so different than the usual heat they held. They roved over your dress, your body, your heels, and a sneer pulled at his mouth.

“Were you worried, dollface? Is that why you went clubbin’?” his words were toxic, filled with accusation.

What he was blaming you of? You honestly couldn’t be sure. There were traces of dark insinuation beneath his words, within his dulled eyes, and in that snarl twisting his face.

“What do you mean Dabi? I’m not gonna stay home waiting for someone who rarely messages me for more than a booty call, even when he is in town,” you snorted with a roll of you eyes. “You are acting like you’re my boyfriend or some shit.”

His eyes went from dull to burning in two seconds flat, a growl ripping forth from his throat as he stepped into your space. You backed up against the wall, palms flat against the plaster.

“I may not use that fuckin’ childish label, doll. But you’re sure as hell mine,” his eyes narrowed, lips quirking into a dangerous smirk.

You knew the response you were desperate to spit out was wrong. You knew you should swallow it down and let him fuck his anger out. You knew, god did you know. But you were so frustrated and so you let the words slip out without even hesitating.

“I don’t see your claim on me, no ring, no nothing,” you scoffed, pushing off the wall only for him to shove you back against it.

You hit it hard enough that all the oxygen punched out of your lungs. You gasped, your head ricocheting so hard that you saw stars for a moment. Then you felt the heavy weight of his hand around your neck, felt his teeth bite into the shell of your ear, and the warm metal of his piercing tracing the edge of your cartilage.

“Should we fix that then?” Dabi’s voice was nothing more than a toe-curling whisper.

You shouldn’t be affected by this, you should still be pissed, that beast of frustration should still have you tight in its grasp. However, all you could focus on was the slight pressure of his fingers on the sides of your neck, the heaviness of his palm against your throat, the drag of his scarred cheek and staples against your soft jaw, and you whimpered. Throaty and desperate as your thighs clenched and you worked your tongue silently.

The breathy laugh you heard in your ear as his knee shoved it’s way between yours, made your face grow hot, “Oh baby girl, you are so desperate for my cock, aren’t ya? So desperate that when I just hint that you may get it… heh, you go fucking dumb.”

The harsh grind of his jeans against your panties, his free hand having fisted your dress up around your waist, had you yelping and panting. His pupils were endless, swallowing the blue of his eyes until it seemed you would fall into the gaping black that was left. He bared his teeth in a dangerous smile and bit down on the thin skin of your jugular.

“Nnng, careful,” you whimpered. “No marks, work.”

You squirmed under his strong hold, feeling his fingers flex against your neck to keep your still and he bit harder, sucked with more aggression.

“No marks,” he mocked, pitching his voice to an annoying tone while he dragged his lips across your bruised skin. “I don’t care, doll. Wasn’t it you sayin’ that I had to stake my claim?”

You hissed as his teeth sank into your shoulder, and you felt the sting as they pierced your skin. Just you were about to squirm away his thigh ground up against your clit, his hand leaving your hip to graze your waist and ribs, then circle your nipple with such familiarity it had you swallowing hard under his hand. The pain wasn’t so bad anymore, the mix of delirious pleasure and throbbing ache from your shoulder pulling your mind apart easily.

“Remember, I’m the only one who knows you like this, who can make you feel like this. You are mine, your body knows it, your soul knows it, now we just need the world and your mind to accept it,” his face was in front of yours again, with that twisted angry smile, only this time it was coated a light sheen of pink with your blood.

God you hated that you craved him so desperately. You hated that Dabi was your drug in every sense of the word. That when he’d been gone you had slipped into the closest thing to withdrawals that you could have. You shivered under his hands, melting into him so perfectly, like he’d never left.

Usually Dabi was rough, but he was never this furious with you. Yes, the two of you had fucked each other in anger, but this time, you knew he’d push too far. You also knew you’d take it without hesitating. You were not just hopelessly in love with him, you were addicted to him, and he was obsessed with you.

“Please,” you whispered, brain heady and filled with cottony thoughts that you couldn’t form into words.

“Please what, babe? Use those big girl words,” he pouted out his lips before grinning again, his tongue swiping over the crimson on his teeth.

“I need--,” you gasped, floundering to finish because you weren’t really sure what you needed.

Did you need him to take you, to fill you to the brim? Or was that just what you wanted? Did you need him to leave you alone and never come back? Or was that just what you wanted? Your brain was a swirling mass of confusion and you couldn’t find the answer no matter how hard you clawed at the tangled threads.

“How about I help you, hm?” the hand around your throat slid up to cup your skull, his thumb tracing your jaw.

You nodded, sparks alighting on your skin from the gentle caress. His eyes flashed, and the hand that had been tracing your breasts disappeared to between your thighs, slipping under your panties and swiping along your slit.

You moaned, hips eagerly following his movements, bucking into his fingers even as they retreated, “Oh god, yes!”

“Ah, there’s my little doll,” he snickered, eyes narrowing with cruel approval. “Now what do you need?”

His head tilted, and he watched you critically. Your brain scrambled to keep up, eager to please him, your irritation a soft buzz in the fog of your mind, the memory of his fingers on your clit was all you could focus on.

“Need you, need you to- to fuck me,” your head lolled, as you swallowed the drool pooling in your mouth.

“Yeah? Is that what you need?” he said, his grin all harsh lines and sharp teeth. “What is it I need, though? What is it that you need to let me do to get you fucked, hm?”

There was something different in his glare now, something brutal again, and you could tell in the haze of your mind, that Dabi was trying to control himself and he was failing. He was hungry for something from you. He was enraged… and was he scared? You couldn’t tell, too lost to the needs of your body. But there was an extra layer of emotion in his eyes that was rare, and you were unable to place it.

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” you shook your head, sucking your lip.

His teeth snapped together an inch away from your face, flecks of spit hitting your cheeks, his blue irises burning with frustration, “I need to make you mine, sweet cheeks.”

You nodded, “Yours, yes, promise. Yours, I’ve always been yours, never not been.”

You were delirious, and you both knew you would never babble such things under other circumstances. If you weren’t high on endorphins and sipping the nectar of lust, you would never be promising him your soul, even though you both also knew he already had it.

He growled, as his teeth worked over the wound, he created earlier. Worrying it, making the clots open again, the bruise worse, and your mouth open on a gasp.

“Oh god, please, just--,” your voice was high and pitchy as you canted your hips forward, trying to entice his fingers to dip lower over your puffy clit.

“Please… please what? Use your words, slut,” he spat, his mouth releasing your pulsing flesh.

You whined, your hips bucking harder against his hand, “Please, D-aaabi. I need you to touch me.”

You were practically sobbing, your brain muddled and thirsting for more. When his calloused fingers slide over your slick clit it was enough to make you moan unabashed. Breath stuttering, catching in your throat, as your chest shuddered, and you felt an ache start while his finger traced light circles around you.

He hissed in between his teeth, “Such a needy cunt, so sloppy for me already, so fuckin’ wet.”

Each word was condescending, judging and yet pleased, like he was praising you for being his whore, and for the first time that night he pressed his warm lips to yours. You gasped into his mouth as his fingers pressed harder against your clit, coaxing you closer to the edge. His tongue took control, slipping against yours and the titanium adorning it seemed to leave a burning trail on everything it touched.

His teeth sank into your lip and you felt a sharp pain again, the tease of his tongue sliding against it as he drew away. You could taste iron and knew he bit through your skin. You stared at him through blurry eyes, and he rolled his jaw, seeming to think for a moment even as his fingers continuously drew circles over you, pulling more moans from your throat.

Slowly the tension in your body grew tighter, and you watched him through half-lidded eyes, the tip of his tongue caught in between his incisors as he pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“D-Dabi, so close,” you whispered, squirming against the plaster, you’re back shifting between straight and then bowed.

“Yeah? Cum for me. Show me how desperate you are for my cock,” he growled, his free hand splaying next your head as he loomed in front of you, watching every micro expression.

It wasn’t necessarily the command, but that coupled with the sinful need in his eyes had you humping into his fingers in seconds, falling apart and finding peace all at once. You were flying so high that you knees buckled and your eyes rolled until they ached.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” your words became indecipherable from the noisy gasps and moans that tore from your chest.

You arced violently away from the surface behind you, feeling your muscles tremble and the sensation of his teeth snagging at the soft spot under your jaw. He chuckled, a mean sound in your ear as he dipped the first knuckle of two of his fingers into your fluttering pussy, humming in approval at the tight grip that greeted him.

As you drifted back down, slipped into the bliss that was post orgasmic haze, you vaguely registered Dabi shifting your thighs around his waist and hauling you into his arms. Your head leaned onto his shoulder, bouncing lightly with each step he took down the hall.

The next thing you knew, you were being tossed on the bed and there was the sound of rustling clothes and a clinking belt buckle. You forced your bleary gaze to focus, to see Dabi shucking his pants, to see him palm something in his hand and your eyes wandered over the piercings of his dick, the flush at the head, drool pooling in your mouth.

Your tongue was heavy and mind clouded, but there was something you needed to convey, “Dabi?”

It wasn’t what you wanted to say but it might get him to slow down. Might give you a moment to collect your thoughts and get your mouth functioning.

“Shhh, doll. I’ll give you everythin’ you need. Everything you fuckin’ deserve, make you mine,” his eyes flashed with his words.

You should have known something was wrong, that he was going to go somewhere the two of you had never even discussed. Yet, he was throwing his shirt to the side now, and your eyes were distracted by the glitter of his staples and the dual tones of his flesh. All you could do was whine in the back of your throat and he bared his teeth in a knowing smirk.

Your thoughts were starting to clear, body starting to regain sensation again and you moved easier. He could see the awareness gleam in your eyes, and he knew he couldn’t let you slip into full consciousness yet.

Dabi was quick to lean over you, rutting his dick in between your glistening folds, and the first bar of his Jacob’s ladder catching your clit just right to have you hissing in wonderful pain and pleasure.

“There’s my little masochist,” he growled, gritting his teeth.

You whined and shook your head, “No I’m not.”

He laughed cruelly, “Sure.”

You missed the way his hand discreetly slid under the pillow, instead distracted by his dick leaving you and taking away that delicious friction. Pulling a wanton whine from your throat.

“Sure you ain’t? Sure, you don’ like this?” he delivered a light slap to your pussy, making sure the weight of his palm hit your clit.

You squealed, feeling the more heat flush through your system and bucked your hips instinctively.

“Yeah, looks like you absolutely hate it,” he sneered.

Whimpering in embarrassment, or was it need, it broke into a throaty groan as you felt the blunt head of his dick press against your spasming hole. You gasped, clenching down, forcing him to push harder and hiss at the tension when he slowly started sliding inside.

“You better fuckin’ relax, or this is gonna hurt like a bitch,” his eyes were fluttering, and neck muscles straining.

He couldn’t go faster even if he wanted, and god knows he wanted. You were bearing down on him so hard he felt like his dick might snap in two. It was just on the pleasurable side of pain, and fuck if he wasn’t worried that he might blow his load as soon as he seated himself inside you completely. You were writhing, hiccupping shallow breaths into your burning lungs. Pushing at his chest weakly as tears stung at the corner of your eyes.

“S-slow down Dabi, it hurts,” you begged.

And when he bottomed out, he groaned, “Yeah, bet it fuckin’ does. But your takin’ me so damn well, I can’t stop. Feels so good, baby doll.”

He scooped your thighs into his arms, folding you in upon yourself, and you looked up at him, at the flush across his cheek bones and the way his lower lip turned white from the pressure of his teeth. He never looked more beautiful. It made the ache in your trembling walls ease a bit, that is until he surged forward even more, touching a spot in you that caused your body to snap tight and sheer jolts of pain to shoot through your taught muscles.

“Fuck! N-not there,” you rasped, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

He grinned harshly, panting as he dragged himself out of your clenching body, “Gotta make sure I breed you right. Sorry doll.”

He sounded anything but apologetic though, and when he thrusted forward the wonderful pressure was almost enough to chase away the pain until he was flush against you, slamming into your cervix again. You screamed, white hot flashes of agony tightening you around him. He shuddered and moaned as he gripped onto you, watching tears spill down your cheeks.

“You look so pretty like this, cryin’ while your split open on my cock, beggin’ me to stop. So perfect, how could you think…hng,” he trailed off into a guttural groan as his pace picked up.

Your brain was melting into a mix of euphoria and complete aching anguish. Severe pain and rippling pleasure blended headily, leaving you panting and screaming until all you could do was open you mouth in a silent cry as you convulsed around him.  

He spat out a curse and slowly rolled into you, panting harshly, his hand patting around behind your head. While you drifted higher than you ever had before, swearing that your body was numb, he pulled back to tilt his head and look at you intently.

“You know, I don’ think a ring is enough. Not to show everyone and you, that you’re mine. No… it's not permanent,” he said, and it was almost like he was saying it to himself, trying to convince himself of something.

You blinked dully up at him, swallowing thickly, and squealing every time he pushed forward too hard, causing a dull throb in your pelvis.

“I know how to fix it though, don’ worry doll,” he murmured, you saw him lift the knife and adrenaline began to spike through your system.

Sluggish movements became a little more coordinated and you shook your head, “No!”

You struggled, but were still weak, too easy for him to fend off and hold you down even as he barely rocked inside you dragging unwarranted moans from your throat.

“It’s ok, it will only hurt for a moment,” he whispered, placing a tender kiss on your temple. “But this way we will always be together. Everyone will know you are MINE.”

Blue flames licked along the metal, causing the steel to burn so hot it looked like platinum. He shuddered as the knife came down on the outside of your thigh, he murmured praises as you clenched around him, body jolting in his hold when it cut through your skin like paper.

There wasn’t a sting, but the searing burns left from the heated metal caused your flesh to sizzle and made you gasp and shake.

“Such a good girl… my girl,” he whispered, and you knew in that moment you’d pushed too far that night. The cut wasn’t too deep, but easily deep enough to scar, you slowly faded in and out of consciousness while he sliced his name into your skin. He only came because of you spasming around him from the pain, but in your mind, you were almost giddy. So blissed out from the orgasms, so lost to his nonsensical words. He was back, and he was yours. He was back, and you were his. What more could you ask for?

#not sfw #dabi #dabi x fem reader #please read cw #bnha #mha #fanfiction #one shot

[punisheye]

There's a bruise still blossoming at Vash's temple from where the people in that town had begun throwing rocks at him. He'd smiled, then, too-- remembers the look on Milly's face as he'd done so. Her hurt sits heavy across his shoulders, worse than his own, hates that he'd been so see-through (no matter how observant she'd shown herself to be).

He doesn't blame those people though-- couldn't in a hundred years blame them. He is a monster after all, so different than them. It keeps being proven again and again, and this time is no different.

But now those feathers keep on sprouting, having been dormant for so long, and he hates himself for that too; that he can't even control them, can't keep them hidden away. He's putting the both of them in danger like this, what with the chances of someone else seeing, even if they're still out in the middle of nothing. Get a grip.

Another tiny wing slowly unfurls from the bend of his wrist as though beckoned, and he scowls at it. Without thinking, he brings up his prosthetic and plucks one of its feathers. There's no hesitation, no wince as it's pulled free.

"Sometimes," he says quietly, "I hate them."

It's frustrating.

He watches, again and again, as Vash lets people hurt him. As he lets people betray him, chase him across all of creation, without ever fighting back. With a smile. Always. Wolfwood wants to throttle him and tell him to grow a fucking spine, that he's allowed to be upset, he's allowed to yell and scream and cry when he's upset and when people hurt him and to stop being so fucking chickenshit.

Wolfwood always yells when he's angry, but he never cries. He never says when he's sad, or if he even gets sad. If people hurt him he just returns the favor. It's how it's been for years. He's having a hard time imagining it any other way.

He's not the person to tell Vash how to act when he's hurt. He'd just be a hypocrite.

But he hates seeing him like this.

Subdued, shrunken into himself, eyes downcast. Wolfwood keeps glancing over at him, watching as those little feathers unfurl from him. The same feathers that got them driven out of the most recent town, that earned Vash a bruise on his temple and Wolfwood a split lip because he got hit by a rock meant for Vash in the midst of yanking him away from the chaos.

They're stuck there in the badlands for the night, huddled near an abandoned, half-collapsed adobe house. Wolfwood's too tired to keep driving and he doesn't want to risk Vash crashing his bike again. No bus is gonna take them when Vash is sprouting feathers. Camping out here isn't ideal, but it's all they can really do now.

The suns are dipping low over the horizon. Wolfwood watches him from where he sits, frowning. He watches as more feathers sprout. Some of the skin across Vash's cheek is a little pink, a little raw, a little tender from plucking them out.

Vash speaks and Wolfwood scowls. He squashes out his cigarette in the sand and pushes himself up to his feet to walk over to his side and drop himself down next to him with a grunt.

"Stop pickin' at it," he snaps.

He already knows what Vash is thinking. That he's some kind of fuck-up, or a monster. Sure, maybe he's got the power of ten nuclear warheads packed inside of him and wiped an entire major city off the map and blasted a hole in the moon, but...

...

... That doesn't matter. Vash doesn't want to hurt people.

Whatever. They can both be monsters together, or something.

Ugh, sappy shit.

He reaches over without thinking, toward the tiny wing on his wrist. Wolfwood pauses and he swears the closer he gets to touching Vash that he can see that blood forming on the skin of his palm, threatening to stain Vash's skin, but when he blinks — it's gone.

Don't let your hands stained with blood taint this holy creature.

Wolfwood curls his fingers into a tight fist and pulls his hand back, thinking better of it. The muscle in his jaw tenses.

"Well, nothin' you can really do 'bout it now. Just try to keep 'em in next time."

Wolfwood's never been good at comfort. He pulls out another cigarette and lights it behind his hand.

"... Spikey." He sighs, exhaling a puff of smoke in the process. "C'mon, I hate to see ya mopin' like this."

He lightly nudges him with his elbow. Wolfwood plucks the cigarette from his lips and offers it over to Vash between his index and middle fingers. It's... something. An attempt.

I'm here.

He doesn't say it out loud. If Vash looked at him, though, and right into his eyes, it's clear as day.

I'm here.

In the light of the moon, with the burning bright red cherry of his cigarette between them, he can only hope that maybe his selfish desire to be close, that his presence is enough to ease Vash's worries. If only for a little bit.

#amoirsetpacis #ask. #sorry i keep getting carried away with these. giggle #nonisola