#truly rip bozo

[greenglowinspooks]

(DCxDP) Drowning in formaldehyde (Prologue)

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Tw: Danny is having a Certified Bad Time™️, dissociation, vivisection mention, suicidal thoughts (kinda?), basically just heavy angst for now

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

Note: you don’t need to read this chapter to understand the rest of the story, it’s mostly just to explore Danny’s headspace when he first escapes the GiW

(Pt. 1)

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Danny rocked back and forth, trying to soothe himself as the truck he was in continued to speed along.

It had been an eternity since he was captured by the GiW. He didn’t know why they were moving him to a new base after all this time, but he knew it wasn’t a good thing.

Still, he couldn’t find it in himself to feel afraid.

He couldn’t feel much of anything these days. The GiW had a routine and they stuck to it religiously, and that routine had sucked every bit of Danny’s soul out of him.

Something churned in his chest regardless. Anticipation? Excitement, maybe?

Perhaps they were finally going to let Danny fade. Was that a bad thing? Danny couldn’t decide if it was or not.

He wasn’t scared of fading. It seemed inevitable, especially with how he was treated on the daily. He would stop hurting if he faded.

Still, he’d like to see Jazz and Tucker and Sam at least one more time before he does. That would be nice.

The truck continues forward, unmoved by Danny’s thoughts.

The sound is nice, Danny thinks.

The hum of the engine, the crackling of pebbles being crushed under the tires, the electrical buzz of the anti-ghost handcuffs and shield keeping him trapped.

The only sound Danny’s heard the last few years has been the clatter of metal tools, the crunching of bone, the sawing and thunking and squishing of surgery, the murmur of voices.

It’s nice to hear something new, Danny thinks.

Strange, but nice.

The truck stops again. Another red light, probably. Danny continues rocking back and forth, back and forth, like the ticking of a clock.

Seconds pass. Second after second after second.

Danny hears shouting now.

Gunshots crack outside, and Danny sees holes appear in the side of the truck.

That’s definitely new.

Chaos is erupting outside. There’s a lot of screaming, and frantic footsteps, and cars zooming away.

The driver door slams open and shut. The truck speeds off, tires screaming as the driver swerves erratically.

Danny is thrown back and forth in the back of the truck, bumping up against the many weapons and other miscellaneous inventions stored alongside him. Pain blooms in his head and chest, an agonizing heat lining his surgical wounds. Danny licks his lips underneath his muzzle. It would be nice if the driver was a bit better at their job, he thinks.

The truck continues careening wildly.

Danny counts the seconds.

Second after second after second.

After around two thousand, three hundred and seventy four seconds, the truck comes to a stop. Danny didn’t lose count this time. He’s proud of himself.

The driver door opens and closes yet again. There’s chatter outside, excitement clear in the voices that Danny hears. There’s lots of talk of “congratulations,” and “lucky that the Bat didn’t follow you here.”

Then, the back of the truck is opened. Danny hears noises of confusion and shock. He turns his head, looking to see what’s happened.

There’s several men at the door of the truck. They’re wearing black tuxedo suits—Sam was right, black really is such a pretty color—and they’re staring at him.

They begin talking among themselves. Something about them not knowing about a kid, and not knowing what to tell the boss. It’s confusing to him. It’s not what he usually hears spoken.

Then, one of them climbs up into the truck. He approaches Danny slowly, speaking in a calm voice. He’s asking Danny if he can stand, he realizes, asking him if he knows why he’s in the truck.

Danny just stares at the silver glint of the gun at the man’s side.

It’s a nice one, he thinks. Semi-automatic, with a few modifications to make the reloads smoother and the gunshots quieter. His fingers twitch. He’d like to poke at it a little, see if he could improve it any.

The man notices where he’s staring and curses. He takes the gun and lowers it to the floor. Danny just continues to stare.

Silver is an ugly color, he thinks. He much prefers black.

Silver is the color of stainless steel, the color of lab and surgical equipment.

He doesn’t like it much.

The man reaches out a hand and grabs Danny’s shoulder, shaking him gently.

After a moment, he sighs, and hoists Danny up, carrying him effortlessly. He hands him to one of the men outside of the truck, hopping down himself a moment later.

They’re warm, Danny realizes.

He curls further into the new man’s arms, closing his eyes. It’s nice, he thinks, being held like this. He hasn’t been held with such care in a long, long time.

The man sets him down on a crate.

After a moment Danny opens his eyes again, watching as the many black-suited people take things out of the truck. He counts the inventions in his head as they do so, beginning to rock again.

Then, a new man enters the room, and everyone freezes.

He’s congratulating them, asking them about their escape, and then he spots Danny.

Danny would very much like to be invisible right about now.

“Where did you get him?” He asks, tapping his umbrella against the floor.

“He was in the truck,” the man who carried him says, “we don’t know why.”

The stout man looks at him closely.

“How did you get into a government weapon shipment? Did someone put you in there?”

Danny nods his head. He tries to speak, but his voice cracks painfully underneath his muzzle.

“You- someone get that thing off his face,” he says. Several of the other men scurry off, probably looking for something that can break the muzzle, “can you speak?”

Danny shrugs. He tries to talk again, but it seems that his voice doesn’t want to cooperate with him. The only sound he can make is a painful, broken wheeze.

“Hey,” the man says, resting a hand on Danny’s shoulder, “if it hurts to talk, stop trying, alright? We’re gonna get that muzzle and those cuffs off, and then we’ll figure out why you were in there. You know how to write?”

Danny nods.

“Good,” the man responds.

“You two, get something to write with,” he barks to a few of the other suited men. They, too, run off.

A few people come up, carrying a bolt cutter and a few other tools with them. They make quick work of the muzzle and handcuffs, the restraints falling to the floor with a clattering sound.

Danny looks down at his hands. They’re shaking. Slowly, slowly, he brings them up to his face. Thin fingers brush up against cracked, dry lips. He’s fascinated by the sensation.

Someone brought him a mirror, he realizes.

That can’t be right, though. The person looking back at him…isn’t him. That isn’t Danny.

That face is not his face.

Their cheeks are far too thin and sunken, their eyes dull and haunting. They’re far too old as well, they look like a young adult.

Still, they move when he moves. They stare at him with a look of fascinated horror that’s far too familiar.

He brings his hand up to his head, and they follow his movements. He trails his fingers over the stitches in his head, and they do the same.

Danny tries to speak, but is cut off by a painful cough.

One of the men brings up a pencil and notepad. Slowly, shakily, Danny writes down a question.

“What year is it?”

The man who had spoken to him earlier quirked his eyebrow up. He answers, and Danny freezes in place.

“What’s wrong?”

Danny looks down at his hands again. He looks into the mirror. The stranger staring back looks horrified. They look sad. They look…like him.

Danny lets out a mournful keening sound. He curls up into himself, covering his face with his arms. Distantly, he’s aware of someone rubbing circles into his back. He cries harder, his entire body shaking.

Three years.

It’s been three years since he was captured, three years of being cut open and sewn back together. Three years of burns and cuts and chemical damage and electrical shocks.

Three years of torture.

Danny sobs, hands gripping the thin fabric of his medical gown like a lifeline. Three years.

Danny’s being lifted up again. He wraps his arms around the person holding him and wails into their shoulder. Everything is quiet.

“I’ll deal with the kid,” the man holding him says, “the rest of you, finish unpacking the truck and dump it somewhere that the Bat won’t connect to me.”

The man brings Danny through the building, still rubbing his back comfortingly. He’s humming some song that Danny doesn’t recognize, occasionally pausing to bark orders at people.

Danny’s beginning to calm down now. He’s still shaking, but his breathing is beginning to even out.

It’s been a long time since he’s felt alive enough to cry.

He feels exhausted.

Danny tries to hold onto consciousness for as long as possible, but he’s so tired, and so sad, and he’s being held, and he’s warm, and…

Danny’s eyes flutter shut.

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#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp fic #vengeful danny #villain danny #girl help I fucking love angst HDJFNSKFJDJFJF #literally pouring milk on Danny and throwing him against the wall to hear the thunk #he is going THROUGH it #truly rip bozo #don’t worry he becomes less scared and more neurotic and terrifying soon

[hauntingblue]

Try not to make fights between two women look homoerotic challenge level impossible

#if franky isnt good with swords why does he have a sword on his mecha 💀 just for the shogun bit #inu inu fruit??? he is just like inuyasha... omg.... crossover of my favourite things.... yamato i love you..... #yamato eating the protector deity of wano fruit.... calling himself oden.... his father must be fuming he is the antithesis of his person #obv its very much on purposes but lmao rip bozo (kaido) you didnt think much about that one.... maybe the deity of wano wants its people to #be free and not slaves of a weapons industry idk.... #not olvia omg... and saul.... and clover... they changed little robin's name.... and her mom's voice is the same as hers lmao it's too much #robin said this is way too nice.... can't be real #once again thinking about robin holding her mothers hand..... and becoming an archeologist to make her proud.... the hands.... #but now it's not about her mom now its about her friends.... also her childish heart omg.... truly #talking tag #watching one piece #episode 1042 #robin defending sanji's honor akdjsks #robin that was so slay... take care tho.... ily.... until next time #luffy on the floor passed out having a tantrum about food. incredible #fucking caribou again.... DIEEE!!!! #MOMO FLY AGAIN!!!! GET OVER YOUR FEAR OF HEIGHTS #also yesterday i was showering and thinking about like dying like this cant be right... i am on thay level.... #episode 1043 #'i am not soft on women' oh yeah i bet... #see how good armor haki would have been here..... i have been saying this #robin's face..... strongest element in all of one piece..... #robin wanting to become strong for someone else.... just like nami..... #OHHHH SHIT!!!!!!! she said i wanna be with my friends 😁 -> 😈 #that was so cool. also black maria is DEAD. that was a CLUTCH WWE STYLE. DAMN. robin getting there by thinking about his friends :))) #what love and human connection do to a mf (positively) #OH SHINOBU'S ABILITY.... MOMO..... OMG #episode 1044 #robin ily that was so cool. call me any time btw.

[morzowo]

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#will start saying 'rip bozo' during good friday and saturday as contrary to 'christ is risen truly is risen' on sunday and monday

[carlyraejepsans]

I was looking back through your character analysis stuff bc you are great(!) at this kinda thing and you said a sentence that has me curious in so many different ways.

"and what better scenario for this than one where 1) everyone he truly loved is already dead, and 2) there's a brand new unethical system of power ready to be taken advantage of now that he's got nothing left to lose."

In the best possible way, what the hell does this mean? What *could* this mean? I'd it referring to the obvious answer of "He starts getting LV"? Is it referring to him working up the underground's political system (becoming King for some reason)? Is it some secret third option???

Even if this is obvious or meant to be left to suggestion, I would love an expansion and/or exploration of this idea further because it is so captivating.

(Anyway, love your work! Keep it up)

BAHAHAHA, nothing that drastic, don't worry! but... sorta the second option there? not all the way to king though

king mtt ending: dystopian, celebrity king with zero leading experience and dubious mental stability (he is one stage of grief away from killing himself at any moment), takes power in his own hands, sets off a countrywide brainwashing campaign, ignores the kingdom's multiple crisis and if anyone opposes him too much they "disappear". what does sans do? why, he climbs up the social ladder (either by kissing his ass or making himself useful) and secures himself a place as his agent. he neither fights or miss l nor survives the system, he exploits it to cover his own ass, and rip bozo to the poor bastards underneath. now, with papyrus still around he'd obviously have something else left to care about and dedicate himself to after securing their own safety in the system, but if papyrus is gone, well. i don't see why he should give a fuck and not go along with whatever plans mtt has

empress undyne ending: undyne seizes power, declares war (again), expands the royal guard massively, and turns the underground into a massive military state hoping to crush humanity. what does sans do? ...well, we don't know for sure. he ends the phonecall on a rather vague threat

lots of people take this to mean that he's really, REALLY hoping undyne will kick your ass, but still acts as a passive observer. which i think is a perfectly good reading. now, i wouldn't say what I'm about to propose is canon, more like a personal theory/hc of mine... but there's another line in the phonecall I'd like to call attention to. and well. when you connect the two? considering sans' background as a scientist?

...i think they have some REALLY fun implications :]

#iiiii haveeeee anotherrrr neutral run fic idea of sans dropping by undyne after her whole declaration of war 2 electric boogaloo #to ask to be reinstated in the royal scientific ''team'' (he doesn't want to be the boss whether alphys is still alive or not) #because he can't make her a new SOUL like alphys tried to do for asgore. but he can punch her a hole through time and space #and howzabout they work it out from there #on one condition of course. the condition being ''make it hurt'' #answered asks #undertale #sans #SEE? SEE? MADE YOU ANOTHER FUCKED UP sans. it's so easy when you know how the character works #entry log #metanalysis #hcs

[tomboyyyaoi]

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AAHH FCUKFUCKFUFUCK WHTFUCK??? FUCK

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SHIT

OH MY GOD

elendira is such a little drama queen bitch i love her, annoying little sister coded, can i get 5 more of these little blonde bitches

WE ALL FUCKING CALLED IT I WAS SUCH A PEDDLER OF THIS THEORY BUT I WASNT EXPECTING IT THIS EPISODE I REALLY LIKED HOW IT WAS DONE IM GOING NUTS A LITTLE BIT

MERYLLLL MERYL MERYL OH MY GOD the fact the derringer still has his blood on it makes it SO FUCKING GOOD her pressing the button to go back up w her red raw eyes and loading the derringer w shaky hands oh my god im going fucking nuts im obsessed

BANGER vashwood moments this ep how r u guys doin

SCARS SCARS SCARS SCARS SCARS

FUCK the fact conrad has just been using human kids as bases for clones of knives.... the extent of his experiments, absolutely fucking vicious i love how much they are pushing that he is truly a piece of shit

knives' little eye on his.. knife. epic swag begging for some more body horror

let us not forget roberto got merked by a little trans girl. i support trans rights and trans wrongs, rip bozo ill miss u

nick continuing to treat other eye of michael experiments like siblings he is their annoying big brother who they all hate♡

"wolfwood. thank you for everything" pff gay u'll see him tomorrow i bet

vashs smarmy lil wave at meryl and roberto while A) roberto was fucking dying (unbeknownst to him tbf) and B) meryl was screaming at him thru the glass not to go bc it was a trap. very vash of him.

VASH AND WOLFWOOD GETTING CAUGHT BY THE POLICE BC VASH FUCKING SNEEZED then wolfwood fucking punching him in the head for it which was the most vashwood moment ever THATS their dynamic... 2 me...

JULY LOOKS FUCKING AWESOME its like this super cool mix of steampunk and cyberpunk i really fuck w it, LOVE the culture in it too i love the idea of other cultures being alive on nomans land not just american

zazies lil "aw man. >:(" wen meryl n roberto just walked off with conrad THEY R SO PATHETIC i love them. best antagonist.

wolfwood getting the scar reveal scene instead of meryl is a little weird but oddly enough? i dont mind! ik im a stark mash head but im unbothetrd (looks like shes gnna go in to save him next ep anyway n im BUZZIN 4 that)

roberto sat FUCKING DYING in the elevator and just bein like "im 2 sober 4 this :/" bitch im gnna miss u

KNIVES SAYING HES GNNA REBUILD VASH THEN CHUCKING HIM IN A BIG PLANT VAT?????? RRRGGHEHFHFHGGRGFG GOING NUTS

we r gathered here 2day 2 mourn the loss of roberto deniro, we all knew u were gnna die, we all called it but man? u were great while we had u, bringing a certified smarmy depressed alcoholic uncle vibe to the group that was so much fun in contrast with the others, rip bozo, gnna miss u big boy

anyway fuck fuck man mother fucker fuck shit man shit fuck fuck motherfcukdf come back next week for more

#FUCK man fuck shit #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun spoilers #trigun stampede spoilers

[juyeonszn]

BLAH BLAH

PAIRING jacob bae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 2.17k

GENRES fluff ﹒suggestive

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DNI yk all that jazz, mature language, younghoon being stupid, one bed trope 🙀, jacob is shirtless….. that deserves its own warning tbh, reader also is topless at one point but not for the same reason, reader is down bad for cobie, dry humping ig idk if it really counts but i’m including it anyway, this is kinda tame tbh but,,, the tension is there i swear!!

SUMMARY you swore you would never make any physical contact with jacob bae ever again to protect your heart. what the hell are you supposed to do now that you’re sharing a room?

MORE HELLO!!! she is finished 😼 finished her up in a day im impressed with myself ANNSNW ANYWAYS this is a request from my 100 followers event! thank u again moni (@zzoguri) bae i hope u enjoy this 🫶🫶 prompts used are: 10, 12, 13 <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs

You know, you weren’t entirely expecting yourself to fall for Jacob Bae.

To be fair, it was very hard not to. From his infectious smile, to his genuineness, he was honestly the complete package. Even before you became friends, it was difficult to not fawn over the guy. You would see him across campus every now and then, laughing along with his friends or something of that nature, and you always felt a tiny ping in your heart.

Then came Eric Sohn and Kim Sunwoo’s annual back to school pool party.

Naturally, parties were the bane of your existence. You could never fully enjoy yourself, what with the clusters of people in one house and the strong scents of both alcohol and weed. However, one of your gal pals managed to convince you to tag along just to say you’d been to one of the infamous parties.

That was your first mistake.

Two hours into your eventual demise, you found yourself swishing around the contents of your red solo cup on the backyard patio, your friends having long disappeared. You were bored out of your mind with no one to talk to and now a near empty drink. A creak of the wooden boards behind you had you spinning around so fast you almost got whiplash.

Jacob Bae gives you a smile, stifling a laugh when you almost spill the last couple sips of your beverage. He sits himself beside you, sighing in either content or relief— to this day you’re still not sure.

“Hi, I’m Jacob,” he extends a hand towards you. “I saw you sitting out here and thought I’d introduce myself.”

Just like they say in the movies, the moment your skin comes into contact with his, there’s sparks. It’s like a jolt of electricity is running along your arm through your nervous system, shocking your brain. From that moment on, you made it a personal mission to never touch him again, out of fear it would happen every single time and you might do something extremely stupid.

Now here you are, ten months later and still just as whipped as you were day one.

Your friends dragged you on a little road-trip just to get away for a bit at the start of the summer. You were nervous thanks to the fact that a wheel spinner decided roommates and you got stuck with Jacob. If anyone asked, you’d say you were pretty good at pretending like you weren’t hopelessly in love with your friend. You looked at him normally, rather than with the want to rip his clothes off and go at it like bunnies.

“Jacob and Y/N sitting in a tree K-I-S-S— ow!” Younghoon rubs his arm where you’d just smacked him, pouting at you. “That hurt, what the fuck?”

“That was the point, bozo.” You roll your eyes, watching Jacob swimming around in the hotel pool. You hug your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of them. How could someone make something so simple look so attractive?

Tonight would be a true test of faith, the ultimate challenge of whether or not you could truly resist Jacob Bae’s charms. Even if you’d stayed in the same house or same general vicinity, you always managed to dodge sharing a room. There were the few occasions you slept over at his and Sangyeon’s shared apartment, along with everyone else in your friend group. They’d both offered up their rooms for whoever wanted to bunk with them for the night since there wasn’t much room on the couches. You always picked the couch.

But there were no separate rooms keeping you apart this time. There was no couch. Just two beds and a couple feet between them. Oh God. You would be changing in the same room. Jacob Bae would be naked within your reach.

You blink away the thoughts creeping up from the back of your mind. You couldn’t have that mindset sharing a room with him. Couldn’t that be classified as immoral? Disrespectful? Your brain had to stay pure or you might not survive this trip at all.

“Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” Younghoon asks with an amused lilt to his voice. You give him a nasty side eye in return.

“I might as well have. I hope I keel over and die right now so I can join them.” You huff, your head bobbing up and down as you talk thanks to your knees under your chin.

Younghoon snorts, standing to shake his hair like a dog would after a bath. “You’ll be fine, dude. It’s not that serious honestly. Just think of this as, um, a team bonding exercise.”

“You’re a fucking clown.”

After about another hour of swimming, playing chicken, and other pool activities of that sort, the boys decide to call it a night. Thankfully so, because you had a long day of sightseeing ahead of you tomorrow. You gather your things and part ways for your respective rooms. Some were on different floors than others; you and Jacob’s for example was on the top floor. You don’t know why, but the guys were insistent on swimming first, prior to checking out your rooms.

You waddle behind him like a lost puppy, following him to the elevator. The whole ride up is silent save for the soft lo-fi beat playing over the speakers. Jacob is still very shirtless, a towel tossed over his shoulder haphazardly. What was its purpose? Couldn’t tell you since there were still droplets of water decorating his back.

Good Lord, you needed to stop staring at him, lest you wanted to go into cardiac arrest.

Your feet padding against the carpeted flooring of the hallway is the only thing you can hear all the way to your room. You even watch sheepishly as he pulls out the keycard and holds it to the sensor. It quickly flashes green and he pushes open the door.

You’re too preoccupied gawking at his back muscles again to notice he’s stopped in his tracks, causing you to bump into him. He laughs that melodic laugh of his before turning around to steady you. You give him a weak smile in apology.

And then you see why he paused so abruptly.

“Oh no, there’s only one bed, what will we do now?”

You sputter at how nonchalant he is about the situation. You glance back and forth from him to the bed and repeat, sweat forming on your palms. It was already going to be hard enough just sleeping in the same room, now you had to sleep in the same bed? You wouldn’t be surprised if you were found dead tomorrow morning.

“W-We can talk to someone at the front desk? Maybe we can get things sorted out and get a room with two beds instead?” You avoid eye contact.

“It’s too late for that. Besides, we did book these at the last minute, so they probably gave us whatever they had available.” He shrugs. His attitude is kind of pissing you off. How could he be so calm right now?

“Well— uh— um— maybe—“ Your words falter as you struggle to come up with a solution. Jacob’s lips quirk up in amusement.

“Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.”

You make a sound similar to choking, your eyes widening as you process what the hell he just said. You keep blinking at him, mouth parted in astonishment? Shock? Surprise? Bewilderment? Did Jacob Bae really just say that to you?

When you don’t respond for a bit of time, he heads to the bathroom to presumably shower. You’re glued to your spot, unable to move or think. Your head felt like it was hollow, full of cotton. You had to be imagining that entire interaction. That was the only thing that made sense.

Even as the water in the bathroom floods your ears, you’re still dazed. You drag yourself to sit on the edge of the bed, holding the back of your hand to your forehead. You were going insane. That was the logical explanation. Your feelings for Jacob had been stuffed away for so long that you were starting to hallucinate.

Yeah, that’s what you were going with.

You were much too delusional to handle seeing him come out of the bathroom, so you decided to change while he was in there and get ready for bed. You wanted to face the other direction to curve any possible chance of driving yourself crazier. You pull off the oversized t-shirt you were wearing over your swimsuit and dig through your duffle bag for some fresh clothes. You were grateful that you didn’t let your friends peer pressure you into actually swimming, your desire to keep a healthy distance between you and Jacob overpowering wanting to join in on the fun.

As you go to untie your swim top, the squeaky hinges of the bathroom door have you tripping over your own two feet. You didn’t exactly have the best reflexes either, so you fail at catching the strings before they can fall completely. At this point, you’re frozen. You’re planted face first on the floor, topless, with the boy you’ve been thirsting over for months just feet away.

Okay, so perhaps you underestimated how long it took him to shower.

“Y/N, are you— woah—”

“No, don’t come any closer!”

Of course you’re too late and he does not heed your warning. Jacob squats next to you and you can just feel his presence. To everyone else, it’s calming. He’s the person most people go to when they have any qualms about life. He was the definition of the therapist friend. However, that was not the case right now.

His presence was intimidating and your heart was hammering in your rib cage. It was practically beating against the floor. It wouldn’t be beyond you if they heard it in the lobby. You refuse to glance over at him. This couldn’t be happening. It was seriously one unfortunate event after another.

There’s a ghost-like, feather light touch that trails the length of your bare back, sending a shiver down your spine. Just like the first time, it’s like you’d been statically charged. It was as if Jacob Bae himself created electricity. A sigh leaves Jacob’s lips. “Can you look at me, pretty?”

This was something torn straight from one of your wildest dreams. His words, his actions, even the situation you were in. A singular bed that you’re forced to share. This could very well just be the universe’s way of finally giving you a win. Divine intervention did exist, after all.

A peek at Jacob’s form shows you that he’s in nothing but a towel, and it leaves little to the imagination. You swallow thickly. Your lack of cooperation has his patience wearing thin, so he takes matters into his own hands, holding himself up with said hands on either side of your head and straddling your waist.

You can feel him through his towel and the flimsy material of your swim bottoms. He’s hard, pressing into your ass like he’s the one who’s needed to have you in such a visceral way the past ten months. His sculpted chest rests on your back as he leans down, his lips coming beside your ear.

“Tell me you want me, tell me you want me as bad as I want you.” He breathes.

It’s enough motivation to flip yourself over despite being nude from the waist up. You don’t even care anymore, caution thrown into the wind. Your infatuation with Jacob Bae was already concerning, but now it was dangerous. You were getting extremely close to crossing the line you told yourself you’d never cross. But he made it so easy.

Your eyes rake his figure, from his chiseled torso that was handcrafted by the Gods to the way he unabashedly keeps his lower half pinned to yours. You almost salivate at how good this feels. But it’s not enough. You need him in ways that could only be described as carnal. You release a shaky breath when he experimentally grinds his hips.

He leans into you one more time, lips hovering your own and noses brushing. Just a few more centimeters. That’s all that it would take for him to kiss you, but he doesn’t. He flickers his eyes to yours and then back down, wetting his lips as he does so.

“Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

You could’ve just spoken the words out loud, but instead you close the gap between you. Your mouths fit together perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece finally reuniting with its set. They glide in synchrony, your fingers coming up to tangle in his hair and run along the expanse of his toned back. He groans when your nails graze his skin. You both part to gasp for air, lips swollen.

“That works too.”

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[31nightshade]

I truly recommend @pepper-mintzyy they cool af.

They have to many aus of pissa and they are good at art and they also live blog pissa vods. Also if you like bbg missa they your girl.

Any ways PEPPER l rip bozo Jajajjajajajajaj/j

(They bully me 🥲)

#pissa #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #philza #qsmp #q!missa

[lilisette]

bit of a roster update since its almost the end of the year! my roster has changed a lot since and many characters have come and gone. hopefully next year i will actually make up my mind and really finalize my main 6 🫠

from top to bottom, left to right:

Aurelian (Paladin) | Selaena (Souleater)

Endymion (Berserker) | Inaenna (Slayer)

Calibourne (Paladin) | Celestina (Bard)

rip arcana, summoner, artist, destroyer, sorceress and so many other classes i deleted/benched... i will come back to you one day...

also main 6 roster evolution for this year, watch me change again with breaker under the cut 👀

i wanted to do a 5 support 1 dps gold roster at the start of the year but yeah. artist came and nuked that idea to the ground lmao. those few months were truly hell to pug on a support

this was i think a few weeks before elgacia? i had an artist prior to this screenshot actually, but she never made it to the main 6 because i didn't like her sprinkle skill and no space to take DR skill. but with the new changes coming on january i might give artist a shot again.

oh destroyer. hes so much fun to play but way too slow for me. i still do guardians on him though and hitting perfect swing is truly chefs kiss

theres a 5 month gap between this screenshot and the second one. summoner on paper is great but playing her was pure SUFFERING. idk not even the massive january buff + season 3 bozos jar can change my mind now, she felt way waaaaay too slow on MS and i dont like CO so... rip 1540 summoner i might come back to you if smilegate reworks the class again..

ngl i made a random dps just to do t3 tower cause there was nooooo way i was gonna do it on a support. originally i wanted to make a pistoleer but then i saw i need to use cursed doll and i HATE cursed doll, so i picked berserker instead. mayehm zerk is pretty fun actually and very consistent despite the negative sentiment around him.

ooh boy souleater. i dropped my first ever character (sorceress) for her and she did NOT disappoint! they were not joking when they said souleater is just a better igniter. sorceress is still nice to play dont get me wrong but souleater numbers man... its getting to me...

and heres the most recent one. rip arcana and my MC for so many of my fics... arcana is also amazing and i pull my own weight on raids dont get me wrong, its just that i have no hands to play her to the best of her ability lmao. plus the damage numbers on souleater is really getting to me, hence slayer. still not sure which engraving i want to do on her, i might actually buy 2 sets of accessories for her so i can switch whenever.

this will be my main 6 roster until maybe breaker? also not sure if want to make him yet. but definitely until smilegate announces a male mage/male delain/female paladin. also a sage class would be cool, be it dps or support. the voldis sages are great and i hope theres more lore/content about them yes i want to see mariu again dont judge me

#lost ark #lostark #man looking back at these screenshots made me realize how much of a hold this game has on me #we dont talk about the second and third roster page #its a mess there #oh and! if anyone here wants to do raids together im on EUC Ealyn #shoot me a dm if you wanna be friends in game :)

[jeekoftheweek]

“i will never see Pikamee again, will never hear her voice again, will never hear keetle laughs ever again. she's truly one of a kind and she's gone forever.”

RIP BOZO

#jeekoftheweek original #ask to tag

[pinklink130]

out of context fanart of my personal linkverse au that i don’t talk or post about so it’s truly as out of context as possible. RIP bozo

#blood tw #i lied earlier sorry i have more art <3 #link #the legend of zelda #my post #my art #art #feel free to ask about it it’s just random bullshit thrown at a wall to make myself fall asleep at night #linkverse au

[motherfuckermorgan]

sonic superstars thoughts

well twitter might've made the final bozo move that'll effectively kill it so i guess instead of even bothering to update my video games thread i'll just start posting thoughts here, if i've got interesting things to say. ended up having more to say than i thought so this one'll be under a read more

sonic superstars is a weird game where i think it kind of doomed itself in the public's eyes by both being a followup to sonic mania and being a $60 video game. i don't really take into account prices of video games when giving my thoughts on this kind of thing usually, because if you're patient enough you can usually snag them for a good price or you know, sail the seven seas. but i do think it's hard to ignore the jump from a 20 buck game to a 60 buck game. sonic superstars most certainly has more budget behind it, but other than that i'd say right off the bat that this is VERY strongly a "Wait for a sale" type game unless you're an insane sonic head like me.

so like. the thing with this game vs sonic mania. this game is not better than mania. if you're expecting that you're gonna be disappointed. i do still think it's a good classic game! but mania is a tough standard to beat, especially from a team like arzest that admittedly hasn't had the best track record in the world. they don't seem like an untalented studio, but it does seem like they're rarely given the budget or time to squeeze out their full potential. sonic superstars is easily their best effort by far, and it's not even close. the fact that they made a good platformer and not a mediocre one is a damn miracle.

the control and physics are pretty much straight up ripped from mania, which was the right thing to do. there was concerns that this was gonna be a Sonic 4 situation where it feels miserable to control, but nah, you move like you'd expect to in a classic sonic game. this is a HUGE boon to the game because it feels so much better and more authentic than a lot of other 2d sonic games. it's one of the couple of reasons i'd put this over the dimps games, even! not that i have no love in my heart for advance or rush, but mania controlled like a dream and this does too.

the level design is alright, though it definitely feels more safe? there's some fun gimmicks here and there but they don't feel like anything especially crazy. thank fucking god this doesn't have the dimps problem of bottomless pits all over the place, so even if you're playing a bit risky with the drop dash you're more likely to bash your head into spikes than an instakill obstacle.

i will say that the level THEMES are a step above mania, 100%. i love mania but it really is held back by having familiar level themes, reminding you that Green Hill and Chemical Plant exist, and you will never truly be free of them. i think superstars is the first sonic game in years to not reuse level themes (aside from the battle mode, apparently) which, god. even frontiers couldn't resist putting in familiar zone. it's honestly a really cool aspect of this game! i got to play a sonic game where i'd go into a level and it'd be something new! obviously they still follow archetypes like "Grass" "Snow" "Water" etc etc but it's nice to see some sort of attempt at original theming. it's something i respect the team a lot for, given sonic's constant need to draw from the past.

a sour point of the levels is easily the bosses. i think your mileage will vary on these. i didn't think they were That Bad, but other people find them to be complete slogs. you do a good amount of waiting around for the weak point to be exposed, and by the end of the game, some bosses are taking up nearly as much time as the levels themselves, with the final boss being WAY longer. at least i could entertain myself by drop dashing around the arena, but i'd imagine i'd have more fun getting in a constant stream of hits.

the music in this game is also... fine? there's some good tracks in there but there's also a bunch of tracks that are a bit slop. it's mostly the genesis sounding tracks. whenever this game wants to sound like a genesis game it sounds bad. the boss theme being probably the worst song in the game which, given that most people already dont like the bosses, is damning.

i do like the art direction of this game a lot, i think sonic and company look great! i definitely enjoy this look for classic sonic over how he looks in generations/forces. there's a lot of really cute animations for each character as well. there are some pretty cheap looking animations, which i noticed on the game's big flickies the most. i remember hearing a lot of people say the backgrounds felt empty, but i guess i didn't notice it that much? probably easier to get that vibe when you're not zooming across the level.

ive enjoyed my time with this game and im sure i'll continue to enjoy it as i continue to replay it. it's not classic sonic's best, but it's a game that does a lot right, and shows a great improvement for a studio who's track record is typically considered subpar. i will say, after mania, it's hard Not to think superstar's 60 dollar price tag is steep. but i'm sure you'll find your favorite method to not pay that much for this game. well, good luck out there

#games post

[jmeldog]

1. Joe does 👉👈

2. Manga Joe does not own a smart phone (rip bozo)

3. When begging his mom for one, he even pulls the “cmon all the other 5th graders have one”

Truly a dumbass baby

#who has also happened to kill someone by now #but I mean like go add him to the pile of duema children who’ve killed someone #joe’s killing of someone is just funny cuz again he was Mr “I don’t kill” lmao #vehemently not killing to the point where it was a direct point of contrast with Kira. lol. #this mel speaks #mel watches joe duema

[christianstepmoms]

So cool that Metokur is dying alone and, hopefully, in a lot lot lot of pain. And he chose to spend his last public moments streaming himself bitching about Keffals instead of, idk going out and seeing the Northern Lights or something.

Truly a miserable type of guy for miserable type of people.

Packwatch. RIP Bozo. You will soon be forgotten.

#mister metokur #internet aristocrat

[crossover-enthusiast]

YEAH.. soBBING

evil Lila real

Atticus is probably so sad. He barely gets to see his son- who doesn’t even know he’s there!!

Lila Doesnt Even invite eugene to the funeral. He has no control over his job, and he’s terrified of Lila and the cultists so he does whatever they say.

Atticus loved Lila, only to get stabbed in the back. He can’t talk or bond with his son- he can’t visit his husband, (who may I add is in fucking shambles.) he’s so alone besides for ross’ dad, who doesn’t even know his Grief. Ross’ dad died in a motorcycle accident!!

I think Eugene should get to go to the house one day so Atticus can latch to him. Atleast they’d be together— and he could also see his son!

Whose.. safety he is terrified for. He doesn’t know when Lila will snap, even if she truly loves her son, he’s scared

I’m so normal. So so normal. They will not make me cry(lying)

I am joining you in being So Normal

Unrelated but the idea that Ross' dad, an all-powerful cult leader, died in a motorcycle accident of all things is very funny to me. Rip bozo

Back on topic, just. You know how the mannequin protects Skid and Lila from Dexter and Bob.

What Lila actually DOES try to do something to Skid, or even Ross, and Atticus just makes the mannequin fall on her like "take that you bitch"

#Spooky Month #AU

[ex0toxin]

your vibes are immaculate and ur okuyasus are *chefs kiss* thats a beautiful lil man 👏 what's some of your favorite parts about josuke/okuyasu's dynamic? :0

discovered this in my drafts and i’ll put it under a cut bc its! VERY FUCKING LONG LMFAO

i think my favorite thing about the josuyasu dynamic is how different they are? like, on the surface they look similar with both of them being entrenched in japanese delinquent culture and aesthetics, but theyre super different in like every other angle!

for one, economic background: okuyasu, while enjoying a middle class life for his toddler years, was basically destitute and very lower class for most of his remembered experience bro lived in squalor the coal mines fr. josuke has lived comfortably middle/upper-middle class his entire life rlly well displayed in the shigechi arc where okuyasu says he'll be putting his lottery winnings into savings + josuke calls him boring and says he's gonna buy a nice new suit with a sexy silhouette like okay gayboy. josuke has NO long term goals or thinking, he just lives life by the day, whereas okuyasu who is shown to have very poor emotional impulse control, still thinks far into the future about when this money will get him out of a tight spot we love a king who thinks (not josuke)

life experience: okuyasu's mom bite the fucken dust FAST LMFAO + he helped his brother kill people + his father beat him + keicho was emotionally abusive + and then his dad turned into snot + ratio + L + rip bozo etc. okuyasu is extremely traumatized :/ he's had to deal with the crushing pressure of financial instability, his dad's abuse and then his dad's 'disability',(condition is probably a better word but disability is very adjecent? idk the nijidad arc has elder abuse vibes as well) and his brother's control issues and neuroticism, and then with the responsibility of all those lives on his hands from the arrow hunting like gawt DAM at least let him grow some fucking chest hair babe DKSAJNASJIFLF so he never grew up with anything stable, other than the longterm goal of solving the problem of his dad's goopification like . zoinks

josuke grew up very privileged, tho not to say he didn't/doesnt experienced social ostracization and bullying at the hadns of his peers and small community for being a biracial bastard w/ a single mom and dressing like a lil freak etc, but his grandpa and mom were a very tight knit support system for him. he's solidly middle class, never moved houses and uprooted himself, has generous spending money, etc. at the beginning of diu you can see he's a lot more bratty and uncaring and even a little selfish, with the callousness he showed towards okuyasu's "death" during the rhcp fight, the rage towards angelo (though justified lmfao pop off), and his overprotectiveness of his appearance. the dude definitely had some way different challenges compared to okuyasus literal murder accomplice shit

grief wise!! my friend noticed that once josuke and okuyasu met eachother, they became sort of "grief soulmates"!! here's what my friend wrote about it:

"the traumas that okuyasu has are all "historical" in some way, rooted pre-canon in deep ways, which can even extend to keichos death in a way because of how the causality works out, and it's the mirror opposite for josuke who has a completely grief-free life until canon starts and brings with it this change in status quo that caused him to develop these new experiences that ended up having claws

so @ the same time as josuke is learning that the world is sometimes awful in truly desperate ways, he's kinda on a 'downward' trajectory in terms of hope and idealism, okuyasu is on his way up because the same change in events actually mark an improvement for him !!! and so they end up meeting in the middle a bit and helping each other stabilise as mirror images

which is that josuke is reaching "out" for comfort, because it's home and closeness thats suddenly new and dangerous, which suits okuyasu well bc hes reaching in, because he has these new centres of comfort and stability in josuke and their friend network + more literally the infrastructure of the town canon connects him with"

basically theyre opposites when it comes to trauma, okuyasu's life is on an incline (kira's murderspree isnt exactly strange to him, even if its still upsetting) and josuke's is on the decline with his grampy drinking murder juice

uhmm another cool thing is personality wow like 4893583459738 words in and im just now remembering to talk about their actual chemistry instead of thematic parallels (i have diseases) but okuyasu being impulsive and brash all the time but when it comes to extremely upsetting things [ie keicho's death, his OWN death and revival] hes like like :/ #yikes. vc josuke who is at all times trying to be the COolest and Most Epic Guy but also has bonkers anger issues and shits himself when he gets one (1) insult <3 the Balance............

theres like so much i want to put in this manifesto im SWEATING LMFAO but my last point i wanna cover is why theyre friends in the first place!! josuke is a ficking loser with no friends mentioned until koichi (who i firmly believe is fucking insane and just pretends to be normal) and then oku + the others. josuke bc of his baggage has never had any homies so hes super independent!! and okuyasu who relied on keicho(not entirely out of choice but if i start talking about keicho im gonna be here for another 500000000 words) so like!!

idk oku immediately latching onto josuke as his next guidestone in place of keicho is so :) ! im gonna shut up now bc ive had this in the drafts since feb and i just need to close my laptop WKALSKJDLKAJDKS hopefully.... this is not just insane ramblings but if it is then. yea .

#long post #im a bit (very) drunk rn so apolofgies if this isnt the most coherent i really tried to make it readable #josuyau is so good man #wow i wrote this in february #looking thru my drafts like . #hm #anyways #DNSKLA;FBHSDU9OI

[minamotoz]

13 reasons why was real bold for having a direct link to a spike in teen suicides yet continuing to push the idea that no matter what, everyone will love you if you are dead throughout the entire show (they literally DOUBLED DOWN on this idea in the last two seasons which is ?????)

#13 reasons why #i'll be real i do have an ironic endearment towards s4 #mainly because it becomes absurd as shit and also winston williams is an S tier character . love that weird little anime villain #also the YMS commentary vids for this season are some of my favorite youtube videos Ever #but this show is genuinely ghoulish #i truly dont understand it #it at least been gone for nearly 2 years. RIP BOZO! #the only good things it brought to the world were zach dempsey and winston