#''submission'' indeed LMAO

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[josephquinnswhore]

the consequence of us

dbf! joel miller x female reader

summary: joel broke off your affair two weeks ago, and now he realises he’s made a grave mistake.

word count: 3.4K

content warning: age gap, joel is old enough to be her dad, reader is mid twenties but unspecified. Reader has cellulite, mentions of power play, Joel’s a bit of a creep lmao, possessive, obsessive behaviour, use of baby girl & daddy dynamic. Collaring, male masterbation, p in v, raw fucking, creampie, sorta rough sex, public sex, submission. (no outbreak)

Everyone has felt the eerie sensation once in their lifetime, the paranoid feeling of being stared at; only this time, you know you're being stared at. Everytime you bend down to pick up a discarded beer can off your fathers perfectly mowed lawn, with each soft handed gesture on one of your fathers older friends arms, every laugh that seemed a little too real.

But it was your intention, for him to notice you. Perhaps to show him that you could indeed live without him, despite the fact that two weeks ago, on his front porch you'd been weeping, grasping onto him as you beg him not to break things off with you.

The shameful memory of snot and tears mingling as you sobbed on your knees for another chance, like you’d even done anything wrong. Clinging onto the small silver chain he'd gifted you - a subtle everyday collar, one he’d promised with the intention of making you his, properly.

That someday he would make you his girl officially.

This evening, it seemed as though that girl had never existed, maybe it was all a figment of his imagination, of how he saw you, and wanted you to be. A sweet little girl dependent on him.

Joel had managed with teeth scraping against his bottom lip that this was for the best, that a sweet girl like you didn't need him invading your personal life, or that this was wrong, for a man twenty years older than you–let alone the fact that he was your fathers best friend.

Now as he watches you standing next to your fathers friends, with a middle aged woman on his arm, he feels sick to his stomach. You should be doing this with him, the shameless flirting, touching and sneakily bending over for him when no one else seemed to notice. It's like now, you didn't care who saw. Any attention was yours for the taking, and that repulsed joel.

The sweet girl he knew wasn't some attention starved daddies girl dying to fuck every single one of his colleagues and friends, Joel was special, had been.

What was this then, revenge? An attempt to outshine the woman he had on his arm that was closer to sixty than he was. No doubt, his date–Sue. She was beautiful, but she was too outgoing, too loud, too chatty. She drank too many glasses of wine and clung onto joel like he was some kind of prized show dog. Much like that mangy purse mutt she had at her house. Joel didn't belong with Sue, in her middle class house and aggressive teacup chihuahua.

The only place he had ever felt himself belong was with you, a subservient, submissive and sweet girl, did anything Joel had ever asked, found pleasure in being submissive. Maybe he did ruin you, turned you into some kind of modern day sexually aware woman that knew that she was too good for him anymore.

Once again, you're bending over to reach into the large cooler in your fathers shed not bothering to pull down your dress, Joel's eyes were drawn to the sight like a hound. He felt himself growing stiff at the sight of your asscheeks barely covered by the tight dress, each curve, hill and cellulite dimple could be seen leaving nothing to the imagination besides one thing.

What colour panties were you wearing?

“Excuse me a moment, won't you?” He utters to sue under his breath, prying her clinging arm off of his own and approaching you across the lawn, swerving between guests. Before he could reach you, you've left the shed, three cans of drink in hand as you hand them out to your father and two of his friends.

Joel scowls, snatching a cold can out of the cooler and watching you shamelessly across the front yard. He couldn't stop staring at you, your legs, the way your hips swing with every step. It was a fucking nightmare knowing that he had done this, created this confident vixen hell bent on torturing him. He couldn't grab at you, swiftly text you to steal you away for a few minutes for a quickie in the bathroom.

He had ended this, told you it was for good, for real this time.

You know he hasn't been able to take his eyes off of you, and finding your stomach, you approach his date later on in the evening after she's had a few drinks and is standing by her lonesome. “Hi, we haven't met, have we? You're Susan?”

The older woman greets you with a look of complete indifference, a non subtle judging stare in her olden glassy eyes as she gives you a look up and down. “Sue, actually, and you are?”

You reply with your name, giving her a sickly sweet and fake smile, standing tall and rolling your shoulders backwards, ready to cause some strife for the old hag. “So.. you're Joel’s.. what exactly..?”

The disbelief in your tone had the woman feeling insulted, and the stiff look of her face gave that away. She seemed incredibly insecure, you noticed the way she had clung onto Joel since they got here. “We’ve been talking for a while, I’ve heard he's going to ask me to be his girlfriend soon.”

A small snort escapes your nose, and before the woman could drill into you about your reaction..

“Oh you know.. He's just not that good with relationships you know? Totally a ladies man, he likes ‘em young–or younger than you, anyway. So don't hope too much that Joel even likes you at all..anyway, it was so lovely meeting you.”

You hear the woman huff loudly as you abruptly turn and walk away, knowing that you caused an absolute shit fire for Joel to deal with tonight, but you didn't expect Sue to start screaming at Joel the moment you walked away from her.

He sends a glare to you, across the yard, his eyes dark and furious. You were the cause of this, he knew it. As Sue screams at him, he drags her away, down the street.

It's a while before Joel returns, but he comes back alone, explaining to your father what happened. “She's having a moment, probably menopause or something.”

That was hilarious to you, and Joel catches you laughing, beelining straight to you. He grabs your hand, which you shake off, and he doesn't attempt to make another effort to grab you.

“The hell was that? Are you gonna start causing issues for me now?”

With a faux innocent tilt of your head you shrug your shoulders. “I'm sorry, I was just being honest with her, is honesty a problem now, Mr Miller?”

He shouldn't have gotten hard over such a minor thing, being called Mr Miller instead of Joel, that doe-ish look in your eyes as you look up at him, he cant help the stiffness in his jeans return again. Of course you notice the tension, the way he becomes uncomfortable, but you don't dignify him by looking at the thick bulge in his pants, not bothering to show any interest at all.

That.. is what bothers Joel the most. Your disinterest.

His eyes are glued to your every step as you walk away, he subtly palms himself through his jeans and makes his way inside of the house with the intent to wash his face and try to calm down the raging hardness of his cock, but when he smells your perfume in the bathroom.. He loses any sense of control he thought he had.

It was the same perfume you'd spritzed onto your skin before sneaking out to see him all those times, the floral scent lingering on your warm velvety neck. He locks the bathroom door behind him, looking at himself in the mirror. “Get a grip, Miller. She's done with you, you're done with her.”

He quickly contradicts his hollow whisper as he picks up a pair of used black panties on the top of the laundry basket, ones he knew were yours, the soft lace g-string, with a silver love heart on the front, covered in small diamonds, ones he had pulled to the side more times to fuck your hole than he could remember.

It's a desperate and shameful act, he knows, but doesn’t care. He desperately unzips his jeans and pulls out his thick, weeping cock from his jeans, stroking desperately. The other hand holds your panties and he looks at himself as he brings the lace material to his nose and smells it. They're used, and he pulls his cock faster as he shoves the material further into his face, a wet patch on your panties is all he can feel.

The smell of you has him groaning into the lace, desperately fisting his cock faster than he ever had. His knees buckle and he whimpers quietly as he starts sucking on the delicious soaking crotch of your panties as he doubles over the sink and spills a thick load, shooting across the basin.

Joel's sweating, taking one last inhale of your panties, before tossing them back into the laundry hamper, stuffing his softening cock into his jeans before turning on the tap to wash away any evidence of the violating act. He cups his hands under the running water and splashes some onto his face.

As he swings the bathroom door open, you're standing there with a shit eating grin. “All good in there?”

“Fine,” he utters, wondering if you knew, he couldn't meet your gaze after what he’d just done.

Fuck, you were evil for making him like this.

By midnight, everyone had gone home, stumbled off down the cul de sac to their houses, but you don't see Joel leave, which is strange. With your father inside of the house, and the lights shut off, you sneak out of the yard with your phone in hand, texting your friend with the intention of going to her house to drink, walking down the pathway down the street to where your car is parked.

Oblivious, you reach your car and are shocked to see Joel, leaning against the driver's side door. “Where do you think you’re going?” The growl sends a shiver up your spine, a feeling you miss.

“Out,” Joel towers over you as he stands upright, no longer leaning against your car.

“Like hell you are.” There's an edge of possessiveness to his tone, and the way he stands over you. “You need to explain yourself, all that shit you've been doing tonight.”

“I don't have to explain shit–” he cuts you off, his hand shoots out quickly to grab onto your hand. But you react without thinking and slap him.

His eyes snap shut from the force of your hand on his cheek, your hand now stinging from the contact. When he opens his eyes, his gaze is darker than before. He wraps his arms around your waist, grabbing a hold of you as he shoves you roughly against the side of your car door, you wince as your back makes contact with the cold metal. He stands flush against you, whispering in your ear as he cranes his neck downward.

“Careful. You shouldn't start something’ you can't finish baby girl.”

“I’m not your baby girl.”

God-if only you knew how much that struck a nerve within him. “Don't start that.” His voice is harsh, fingers digging tighter into the soft flesh of your chin.

“You're nothing to me.” You insist.

He bit back, his temper flailing. “Yeah? You really tryin’ to convince me that I ain't anythin’ to you, baby girl? That you don't care no more?” His thumb grips your chin harshly, jolting your neck up to look into his eyes.

There's a challenging look in your eyes, defiance, no sign of the devotion or submission he's so used to with you, he really has ruined you.

“Move Joel.”

He knew if he could just manage to get a peep out of you, a small whine or a moan out of you, that he could draw you back into him. His hand trails downward to your nipples, pinching softly, he knew it was such a sensitive area for you, which usually had your back arching.

You should have reacted, whimpered and squirmed or let out a small whine from those pretty lips that he was so used to hearing when he touched you like this. But you gave him nothing, no reaction at all, how did he let this happen? “Why the hell are you bein’ like this? Why are you fightin’’ me so hard?”

“Because I realised something, Joel.” Stepping forward, you bring your hand down to his belt, grabbing onto the buckle.

“And what is it that you think you have figured out?”

“It’s you who needs me.”

He couldn't even deny it, how his stomach felt sick at the thought of you knowing. That somehow you knew that this went beyond physical for him too. When he's silent, you roughly shove him away by the buckle of his belt. Stumbling a few feet back, he hated how weak he felt right now.

“You’re old, Joel. You love how it feels to have someone so much younger to pine over you, that's why things won't last with that old cunt, sue. Part of you needs me, joel, that why you were so fucking insistent on pushing me away.”

He freezes at your observation, words that are sharp, and true. Gritting his teeth, with his chest rising and falling, all he could do was breathe heavily.

“But me? I have options, time too. To find someone who would be proud to show me off. But you won't, you’re scared Joel, and it's because you're insecure.”

He feared this, thinking about you with men your own age, how they threw themselves at you, fit and capable of taking you out and giving you everything you ever wanted. Joel was selfish for wanting you all to himself, for craving you, obsessing and unable to let you move on. Because as long as even a part of you still wanted him, he was worth something. The grey hairs didn't matter, nor did his softening belly or the developing ache in his worn knees.

He hated how much he needed you.

You grip his chin, the salt and pepper scruff tickles your palm. Forcing him to look at you. “Say it Joel.”

His entire body tenses as you try to force the admission out of him, try to cut him open and deflower his tightly wound emotions. “Stop it.” He growls weakly, voice strained.

“Admit it!” You shout at him.

Every part of him begged for him to let go of this stubborn defiance and tell you how he felt, that he felt afraid, even though all he'd known was keeping you at arm's length. “Stop!”

With another harsh shove, you growl. “Just admit it!”

“Admit what? That I'm insecure, that I’m afraid of losing you? That every moment all I can think about is you, how much I fucking love you? What are you tryin’ to get out of me, huh?”

As his chest heaves, he can't help spilling out how he felt now, you broke the dam. “I worry that you'll find some other man to love you, touch you. That you'll come to your senses and realise you need someone your own age who is better able to take care of you.”

“So you broke my heart? That's how you face those fears?”

“The hell was I supposed to do?” With a defensive snap, he hated the weakness he felt now that you’d expelled the truth.

When you don't have an answer Joel is becoming more desperate for you to feel something for him, to let him know that there's still some space in your heart for him after all hed done.”Baby girl..” he whimpers, voice cracking with emotion..

“Don’t,” you protest weakly.

Joel realises that you don’t need him like this, all self doubting, you need your daddy.

He cages your body between his own and the car. “Too damn bad, because I’m touchin you, you ain’t rejectin’ me, you ain't gonna ignore me.” He leans his head down to your level. “And you sure as shit aint ever fucking leavin’ me.”

As he slams his hips against yours, finally a pathetically small whimper leaves your lips.

There it was, you were giving into him, that pretty sound he hadn't heard from you in weeks. “There's my pretty girl,” he whispers against the soft flesh of your neck.

“Don't fight me baby girl..” his lips on your neck have your back arching away from the car, leaning flush against Joel’s chest, but he doesn't want you to have any semblance of control. Roughly, he spins you around and shoves your body against the car, his chest flush against your back.

His hands unzip his jeans, pulling out his thick cock for a second time this evening, lifting your dress up to find you weren't wearing any panties at all, his eyes barely able to process the sight of your bare sopping cunt under the haphazard dim street light. “You knew what you were doin’ to me baby, wearing this tight dress and no panties.”

The palm of his hand smacks your wet lips, using the slick to coat his cock as he pumps it a few times.

His cock is thicker than you remember and you whine at the protrusion, forcing his cock inside of you as he forces you against the side of your car. A yelp leaves your lips and he quickly covers your mouth with his large hand. “Shh baby girl.. Daddy is gonna take you in the middle of the street, as a punishment for your actions. Don't want nobody to hear, do we?”

Frantically, you shake your head no, and he shakily praises you. “That's a good girl.”

Without any warning at all, he slams his cock into you, pushing your face into the car as he rams into you ferociously, fucking into you so deep that your eyesight starts to blur. “Think you can leave me? No body ain’t ever gonna fuck you like I do, baby girl.”

You squeal into his hand as he fucks you harder than he ever had, proving to you and himself that he was worthy of you. As your legs begin to tremble, Joel brings his other hand to pinch your nipple, and the orgasm crashes over you in waves, the feeling is intense and your body is limp between Joel and the car. Tears leave your eyes as your cunt clenches around Joel.

Joel's muttering under his breath. “That's it baby.. Make daddy feel so good. I'll kill anyone if they ever try to take you away.”

His thick cock pushes so deep inside of you for a final time as the tip twitches and he cums inside of you. Growling into your ear as his forehead rests on your shoulder.

Hesitant to pull out, he thrusts a few more times into you, making sure most of his cum stays inside you.

Pulling your dress down, he stuffs his cock back into his jeans and turns you around, wiping the steady tears off your cheeks. “Now go on back inside, alright? We’re going on a date tomorrow, a real one. Take you to a fancy place where we’ll sit down an’ eat. Just us. Daddy ain’t gonna leave you again, so that means you start wearin’ your collar again.”

Numbly, you nod, unable to form coherent words after the encounter. Pleased, he kisses your forehead, then gives your ass a light pat to send you on your way back inside your house. He stalks you down the street, making sure you get home safely, before retreating into his own house.

He watches you from his bedroom window as you turn on the dim lamp, and put on your silver collar just as he’d asked. He had his baby back, hell would freeze over before anything came between you, if your father found out.. Joel would handle him when it came to that.

No matter what that entails.

[nicarnelian]

₊˚⊹ featuring: academic achiever! narumi gen x student council president! fem! reader

₊˚⊹ word count: 1.2k

₊˚⊹ warning: curse words, narumi being a menace, grammar errors ;-;

₊˚⊹ author’s note: literally a dump w all my thoughts. head empty, only academic achiever narumi . again, this is not beta read (i type n post lmao im gnna die w this setup) but i might make a fic w this prompt… im just lazy to edit…

it's insane how much i think about academic achiever! narumi gen and how he would always rank first in every semestral rankings. however, his life soon crumbles when he sees his name a row lower than usual: second rank.

he thinks it was a mistake, perhaps a mistype of the school administration. however, he looks at the name above him just to see one of the few names he despises. he rubs his eyes, thinking that maybe, he was hallucinating — because there was no fucking way that student council president! reader dethroned him from his position as top of his batch.

what would gen first do in this situation? ah, yes! he would absolutely storm into the council office and make a scandal, shouting and demanding how the hell did you manage to steal that spot from him! you and your other executive officers stared at him. is he fucking delusional or plain insane? who in their right mind would storm into the council office while a meeting was in progress?

and, that was when gen declared he would snatch away his title from your hands and return it to its respective owner — him.

and, from here, you deduced that indeed, he was both fucking delusional and insane.

the both of you despise working with one another, it was like cat and dog seeing your combination with him from afar. in one class with gen, you argued to disseminate tasks as soon as the project was given, but he tended to cram that paper a week before submission, which he emphasized would take up only a meager 5% of your final grade, or simply, just because he does not care.

the conclusion to your quarrel with him? both of you end up submitting individual papers.

the professor scolded you both and asked to redo the task. gen hates it, he truly detests working with you. so dignified, so strict with time as if you were to run out of it. while he, on the other hand, preferred to be lax about it. he absolutely despises how poised you acted — as if nothing was wrong with your life.

but, then again, gen doesn't know what happens behind these curtains of your composed façade. he came to your dorm since you had to redo the project with him. you and him decided to make own respective outlines and brainstorm on the final one. gen stayed in what seemed like a small living room divided by a sliding door from your bedroom, where you stayed.

however, he peeked through your sliding door when it's time for the final brainstorming session, because you aren't answering his calls from the other side. you were asleep. on your desk. you were asleep, slumped over your desk surrounded by mountains of council paperwork and reviewers.

initially, gen was annoyed. you had the audacity to sleep, while he was researching his ass off at the other side? yup, he's annoyed, alright. however, he caught a glimpse of not only an outline, but a draft to the project the both of you were working on. he swiftly took it and analyzed it. with all honesty, it was good and he couldn’t deny that. he looked back at your sleeping figure and, mysteriously, for some sort of reason, gen carried your body onto the soft cushions of your bed. gen sat on the floor, resting his back against your bed, and began drafting your collaborative paper with your draft.

you wake up at three in the morning to find a head resting on your bed edge. gen narumi, that absolute menace who declared you a rival, was sleeping in your room, beside him was a finished project with both of your names printed on a paper. you stood up and woke him up, "hey, idiot."

he stirred awake, his left hand rubbing his eyes while his laptop rested on his right arm. "hey, miss president." he smiled. a toothy grin, with his sharp, cuspid teeth – almost like a cat.

"sleep here," you offered, patting your bed.

"are you asking me to sleep beside you? want to hook up with me that badly?" his tired eyes smiled, as he adjusted himself and settled with his laptop on your bed. gen was too tired to even engage in banter with your antics.

wow, he’s surprisingly… compliant. you thought.

however, you lit up your study desk once more and gen was easily disturbed by how you were working again. he thought you needed sleep, needed rest. it was three in the morning and he doesn't deny that you still have paperwork to do. but, if you continued working like that, it would obviously have some adverse effects on your body. you were hurting yourself with your routine.

but, it's not like he's worried, of course! he just doesn't want to snatch back his title from someone who didn't put all of their effort. he doesn't care!

but, fuck those thoughts. the thunderous beating of his heart betrayed him. his mind was cloudy as hell and he was sure to be deranged the moment he asked you, "hey, princess. what time are ya sleeping?"

then, he slapped his mouth closed. princess. he just called you princess. he's dead. he was hoping that you didn’t hear him, but your head quickly whipped towards his direction, "princess?"

crap. "hah! no! it was a slip of tongue! miss president is close to princess, right? president and princess starts with the letter p!" gen knew he was screwed, wondering what the hell he was even spouting about.

there was an awkward silence that filled the room. but, you stood up your chair, and walked towards him, bending a little bit as you closed the distance between your face and his — you saw him flinch. "if you wanted to hook up with me that badly, just say so."

gen couldn't process what you've said. he didn’t expect you to use his own words against him. and, it was three in the morning, maybe the both of you were high, maybe this was all just a dream, he thought. but, he snapped back into reality when he felt a blanket shoved in his face. he tried to remove it, but felt your hands keeping it in place. “h-hey!"

"j-just go to sleep! i'm fine! i'll sleep later!" you stammered and stuttered over your words. gen stopped struggling and kept the blanket over his entire body. the reason? because his flushed face would be exposed to you and he knew that you would tease the hell out of him.

little did he know, on the other side of the room, you were heaving heavy sighs. your face turned beet red because, what the hell did you just do?

both of you lingered in each other’s silence, neither eager to speak up about what had just happened. but gen supposed that being in this situation wasn't really that bad. if he could get the stoic and poised miss president of the council stuttering like that, then maybe he's one step closer to reclaiming that title of his.

[rey-jake-therapist]

If Sauron just wanted an "assistant" and a "figurehead" who would let him do everything he wanted while happily doing his bidding, Mirdania was a much better pick than Galadriel.

I mean, It's always about what "Sauron wanted", but it's never "how Galadriel would have reacted". If he seriously believed that Galadriel would have been okay with being a powerless puppet, then he was even more delulu than I thought lmao Unlike him, Galadriel's not a follower. If she had taken his offer in season 1, she would have fought to get what he promised, I have no doubt about that !

Mirdania, on the other hand, was so easy to manipulate. That's why I wonder if he didn't consider making her, probably not his queen, but what Charlie said : his assistant/PR/figurehead... We all saw him manipulate her to isolate Celebrimbor and make him more vulnerable to his abusive techniques, which was definitely what Sauron was doing with her, partly at least.

Yet, before Mirdania put on the ring and passed in the Unseen world, he didn't care at all about her. She was trying to be friendly with him, and he just stood like... "Is this an insect on my back ?"

But after Celebrimbor put the ring off her finger, that was his reaction when she said what she saw :

Ohh suddenly Mirdania became interesting to him. Because she had been there. Suddenly, he was all over her, even a little too much over her (get your hands off her you creepo!!) :

I think there were many things in this gesture, which is weird even by his own standards; Sauron's a man of words, he seldom touches people to manipulate them.

1st meaning : he was manipulating her : the most obvious meaning. But he had already gotten into her pants when he compared her to "the lady Galadriel", there was no real need to touch her like that.

2nd meaning : he was thinking of Galadriel : ship or don't ship Haladriel, but Mirdania was totally meant to be Galadriel's stand-in: she was blond, with an identical hairstyle, and she wore an almost identical green dress to the one Gal wore in Eregion. And Sauron immediatly noticed it when she came to meet him the first time. Look at how he's looking at her from feet to head, then start immediatly flirting with her :

So, Sauron likely got carried away by his obsession for Galadriel when he touched Mirdania's hair, here.

3rd meaning : maybe, maybe, he started thinking that Mirdania could indeed provide a replacement for Galadriel, in his plans.

Then there was this scene :

Another unnecessary touching. An intimate one that is, look at what he's doing ! We never saw him touch anyone like this before, not even for manipulation sake. It felt like he was trying to feel something. Something in relation to his obsession for Galadriel, again : if he couldn't get Galadriel, maybe Mirdania could do ? But then his face looked like... Not convinced. Not convinced at all.

Later in that same episode, Sauron created an illusion for Celebrimbor where Eregion was doing fine so he would go back to work. After Celebrimbor left (so the illusion was no longer needed), this scene involving a Galadriel lookalike and a faceless man (likely to be a self-insert) telling her these words took place, and caught his attention :

I think it's when he realized that there could be no replacement for Galadriel. He didn't want a pretty submissive Elf girl who would be only perfect for the PR and the paperwork, he wanted the fiery Galadriel who wanted his death.

I mean, it makes Mirdania and Sauron's last interaction easier to understand; he was back at being cold and uncaring, while he was not done with Celebrimbor yet ! He could have still needed to manipulate her, and yet he just looked annoyed when she reached for his hand :

I don't know about you, but the moment I saw the way he looked at her I thought, "oh Mirdania dear, you're so dead". I think it's the moment he decided she was disposable, because whatever project he had for her was cancelled. This cold cynical bastard even told her she would be "duly rewarded".

We all know what came next :

(R.I.P. Mirdania, sorry, really)

[most-unhinged-les-mis-moment]

I don’t see it on the list but you missed one of the most unhinged moments of Les Mis?? Javert recognizing Valjean by his muscles??

I don’t 100% know if I have the chapter numbers accurate but propaganda would be like “Javert outing himself as the most flaming man with a muscle fetish in France by fully recognizing Jean Valjean not because of his face or his voice or his mannerisms, but by his bulging, rippling, beefy shoulders. “Strength of your loins” indeed. (Incident occurs in 1.4.5, Javert explains his reasoning in 1.6.2.)”

HELLO??? I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS ONE GOT MISSED, at least between all the submissions and me trying to dig through my brain for what happened in the Brick LMAO (I am, absolutely certain it's not there, you're right XD)

(I also forgot to queue polls for today, and just got home from work, so 💀)

[finniestoncrane]

hiiii i love the way u write the rogues sm <3 and i’ve been thinking about daddy/mommy kink stuff a lot lately LOL. i had to askkk… how do you think Arkham!Twoface would respond to his female s/o just casually calling him daddy. like for the first time to see how he reacts ehehejekenejwjhghhg <3 thank uuu

Daddy

Arkham!Two Face Headcanons thank you anon!! ;-; also lmao i am never not thinking about calling someone mommy or daddy so SAME! plus harvey dent is the most prime candidate for being daddy i think so this was HNG this was fun 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: flirting, teasing, daddy!kink duh, spanking

i think both harvey and two face would be so flattered if you called them daddy

harvey would give it a quick double take before smiling quite smug, making note that you're willing to be so openly submissive to him

harv on the other hand might give a mischievous sneer, clearly thinking immediately of how to implement this in your sex life

they'd have a different response in terms of giving you a nickname back though

harvey is 100% going for princess

and if he was feeling particularly silly or flirty, he'd get you a t-shirt or send you a gif that sayd "daddy's princess"

plus you'd be treated as such

something about calling him daddy

it makes him automatically open his wallet and his pockets

like he'll just give you his cards and cash no questions asked

you should be spoiled and treated well

two face, on the other hand, is living by the same old black and white rules

depending on how well you behave for him you are either a good girl or a bad girl

and he far prefers it when you've been a bad girl, just so he can dish out some sweet punishment

especially in the form of having you over his lap and spanking you

he is partial to leaning into your ear, growling in a very low voice

and telling you that you are a "very good girl indeed"

only if you've properly satisfied and impressed him though

both of them though absolutely beam with pride and experience the bliss of an ego-boost when you call them daddy

especially in front of other people

for harvey, there's nothing better than sitting in a meeting and having you come in and drape yourself over him

before asking daddy how his day is going

and for harv, he gets a real kick out of berating his men and hearing you call him daddy in such a sweet voice in the face of the violence

[eldritch-spouse]

THAT LIVIUS X VINNEL ANON IS NOW GETTING ME TO SHIP ICONS WITH YOUR OTHER OCS, JUST FUCKING GREAT/sarcastic /pos (sorry if this one's long I just gotta get these outta my system lmao)

Kalymir x Patches: because let's face it, Patches can absolutely take quite a bit of a beating [and we know he'd beat off to getting a beating anyways], but there's always the threat of Kalymir ACTUALLY just straight up killing him - Admin assures him that they won't let him die, but sometimes, the way that Kalymir grins at him makes him worry... Also I love size difference and I want Kalymir to (figuratively) tear his ass apart with his cock

Vorticia x Morell: obvious reasons. He's one of the greatest monster chefs of all time, she's the Greed icon - she keeps coming back for his food (and occasionally his bobbles) and he keeps getting very flattered that the literal icon of greed loves his food. Also... Madame Pinnie did mention that Morell has had horny thoughts in which HE'S the one being eaten, even if he's also super terrified of that... And... Firstly, Vorticia's a snake-monster, so idk how her body would react to the poison, but if we're being hopeful, she'd be immune to it - or maybe the fact that she's the icon of greed has something to do with it(?); second of all, she'd probably have the equipment and/or magic to get rid of the poison.

Rinxx x Nebul: HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT-- Nebul to me seems like the type to absolutely exploit the fact that Rinxx has a ton of money and would use him to buy all the sex toys and pearls he could ever want (plus stuff for Purpur of course). Also, the idea of Rinxx being a sugar daddy for Nebul is HILARIOUS. I can imagine Nebul knowing this and being frustrated, because he can't just turn around and give the bird to an Icon (his ass is big but his balls aren't). He has to live with the fact that, no matter how he dominates Rinxx in the bed, no matter how much the Icon allows the Wraith to degrade and demean and even hurt him-- Nebul is not the one who's in control of the dynamic. Idk if he would, but would Nebul ever grow to start liking the fact that he's actually the submissive one? (On a sidenote: I can imagine Rinxx groping Nebul a lot cause he's thick as FUCK and also forcing the guy to wear much tighter, more leg revealing clothes that hug his thighs and ass-- also forcibly pounding Nebul into submission when Nebul irritates him, hehah)

[I love how you spell Rinx like he's a pornstar, Rinxxx. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]

Ah, Kalymir and Patches, we've talked about that. You captured the essence of it well, but the ass tearing is going to be more literal than physical here. Patches, ever the glutton for pain, will find all his cravings brutally satisfied. And Kalymir, ever fond of resilient little things, will adore taking Patches to his undead breaking point over and over and over.

Morell and Vorticia is equally stressful. All of these are. Vorticia will work Morell stupid in her desire to taste all his talent, but Mori is getting a delicious ego stroke as well as watching a massive woman take rabid, almost lustful enjoyment from devouring his cuisine. It'd be hard to ignore an inkling of chemistry here. But, as you know, typically, most people who lay with Vorticia perish. Perhaps it'll be a different story here, she wouldn't want to lose the best chef she's ever met!

Rinx and Nebul is an interesting pair. And indeed, Nebul will keep fighting for his dominating role as hard as he can. Sexually, he'll never accept submission, and outside of intimacy, he'll still try to cling to any minuscule shred of power he can attain, even if all he can do in certain situations is refuse gifts- Which is very frustrating for Rinx. Fact of the matter is that even when he holds control, it is only allowed and never inherent, which will chew at the wraith. But goodness, the benefits of this dynamic are so many... He can at least revel in the power of being so wanted by someone of such status.

[asterclaw]

WOWOWO THE DTIYS RESULTS!!!

Oooof, my DTIYS is over and it's time for the hardest part - choosing winners (istg, that was really hard lmao-) Thank you sm, everyone who participated!!! You might not realize how happy I am that ppl reblogged and participated!!! All of the entries were beautiful, honestly, I'm p sure a lot of ppl might disagree with me and the works I chose as winners because it was honestly not about the technic or how good the art was but my own taste and vision. Love y'all, you're the best nevertheless <3

unto the winners we shall move on, amirite now

THIRD PLACE!

@aeliem

holy hell do I love this work- the colors, the shading... And Night's expression. This work genuinely makes me soso happy. Oh, and I love the way fire is drawn.

Prize: a colored and shaded piece with a background (1 character)

SECOND PLACE(S)!!

@calciumdreams

The sketchy tentacles- Yes. The atmosphere and the dreaminess (how ironic) of this work is just incredible. The shading, the background, it's all just... sheer beauty.

aaaand-

@ksopaz

I just... couldn't choose. I love both works so much. Honestly, the rating would change depending on my mood. This work though... It feels like a book illustration? Like something you would see in a fairytale... I love its texture, its colors, the pose, the shades, the everything. Brings a smile to my face every time I look at it.

Prize: a colored and shaded piece with a background (up to 2 characters)

AND THE FIRST SPOT ON THE LIST GOES TO...

@faerein29

holy shit. Do I really have to comment on it? I'm p sure everyone can see everything for themselves. And, dare I say, I think I wouldn't able to describe this work. The only word that comes to my mind is "powerful". And, in a way, I think it is indeed the best way to describe this picture.

Prize: a colored and shaded piece with a background (up to 3 characters)

Wellwellwell, that is it then! Thanks everyone yet again! Those who reblogged, liked, subscribed and participated! Here are the links to all the other submissions (they all are gorgeous!):

mrd0ll the-fourth-wall-6820 spotaus glitchthedemon bunningchaos truffle-chocolate

Dm for your prizes! (until I do that >:)) And take care!

[veras1ne]

can we get some smutty luke headcanons? if ur okay w it <3

You ask and you shall receive!!

: ̗̀➛ WARNINGS🪷: Your media consumption is NOT my responsibility! By clicking read more you are acknowledging nsfw content for the following: Cockwarming, mentions of bondage, prn⭐️ headcanons!

⬆️(PSA I don’t condone the practices of the industry! This is for shits and giggles.)

Luke is into cockwarming. That’s like a solid thing that I refuse to take back or be wrong about because I just KNOW this man loves being inside you for 2 reasons:

1, The intimacy, not even like solely sexual but being able to feel you and your warmth. He loves just feeling so close to you that it almost registers to him as your souls touching.

And 2, my man just loves being inside of you, I see him as mostly submissive so that could be a me thing, but he loves the fact that you’ll let him do that and do such a sexual and intimate act with him.

Also! I do indeed think he would want to do that in public, just because he likes the adrenaline rush from the possibility of getting caught.

I feel like I’ve touched on this a little bit too in some of my other headcanons, but I feel like Luke is the type to be into bondage or rope play. He loves the feeling of being merciless at your will and letting you do whatever you wish to his body.

If you tried to blindfold him however, I think he would end up begging to look at you as he came on your hands.

VOCAAAAAALLLSS. This man is vocal like no other, yes he whimpers, yes he whines, yes he begs, he does all of the above.

If you suggested making videos for the holonet, he would be apprehensive but ultimately come around to it when you’re having him jerk off to you and telling him how much of a pretty whore he is for you.

“Look into the camera and smile baby. Tell everyone how much you love this, being such a slut for strangers on the holonet to see.”

Would y’all want like a “Holonet star”⭐️ Luke fic LMAO? I’ve been wanting to make one for Anakin but you got me feeling some type of way this this request so idk

Something else I’ve also touched on is mirror sex with Luke. Fucking Luke in front of a mirror just to make him see how pretty he looks as you bend him over and fuck him to the point of tears. Teasing him just to get a reaction when in the end both of you know that you’ll give him what he wants, or do you?

With that, I’ll leave you my final hc which is orgasm denial. My man loves it and hates it. He loves begging you to let him cum and how red his cock gets when he’s so close and wants to cum so bad but you won’t let him.

[dollhousemausoleum]

As someone who literally straddles a solid blue university town county and a rural majority red county (Illinois do be like that), I suppose it’s gonna be back into the broom closet for me, then…

Better hide away my altar, put away my crystals and books and brush the fuck up on my King James Bible facts. As a former Christian, my only saving grace is I could possibly pass, though my dyed hair and tattoos probably raise some alarms…

Oh, I’m also an asexual, auDHD woman who’s had a voluntary hysterectomy (a big nono); totally useless as a submissive tradwife vessel for making more Christian soldiers, don’t think they’re gonna like that. In some very sick way, deep down I wished that my sexuality and lack of reproductive organs would maybe make me somewhat safe from their oppression. lol. lmao, even.

Ugh. I’m 31. I was alive for Bush and I am so, so fucking tired.

I wanna make it clear I don’t blame anyone for this. Not internet communists, not Arabs, Not Palestinians, or Jews, or Latinos, or women, or Natives, or anyone. She lost fair and square. Her policies were indeed musty ass. I took a gamble because Mango Mussolini has outright said there will never be another election, therefore another chance to fix things will be gone, and as a childless cat lady I DREAD President JD “Couch Fucker” Vance.

Buckle up, buckaroos.

Under His Fucking Eye, I Guess

[henrysglock]

So you preach that supposedly Patty didn’t listen when Henry was saying no, (which I don’t understand? It didn’t look at all like you describe “cornering him”. They were equally nervous about kissing, and yes she made the first move, but he reciprocated and put his hand on her waist. And “the first I love you” from the shows soundtrack plays) but you’re allowed to put that exact same thing in your mind flayer fic? Where Henry is clearly and explicitly saying no and not consenting but the mind flayer doesn’t listen? That’s a double standard. If you don’t condone Patty’s supposed behavior why do you get to write it? This is why people are fed up with you. The hypocrisy, your questionable choice of ships, and your rudeness to anyone who doesn’t share your exact headcanons or theories. Someone was just offering their explanation as to why El’s hair could change color and you were incredibly rude and dismissive to them. All to defend your theory you’re so sure of. And you do the same thing to anyone who doesn’t share your belief that Henry is gay. You’re allowed to have your headcanons, but you’re not always going to be right about canon, so stop forcing your beliefs on others. This is why you have upset people. And many people, including minors who have unfortunately seen excerpts of your explicit fics because you post it publicly, don’t want to see how you seem to only characterize Henry as some pathetic submissive and breedable twink, and how it seems like you have an odd obsession with him being sexually assaulted. That requires some self reflection. You post upsetting things, and act surprised when it upsets people and they tell you as such. If people have been telling you that you’re problematic for three whole years, it’s time you listen.

he reciprocated and put his hand on her waist

He very much did not, all four times that I saw it. Regardless, Henry said No. That alone should have been grounds for Patty to see that this was not the right moment to kiss Henry, that he was afraid and not mentally well, and that he was not, in fact, giving consent to being kissed. It fits into the larger pattern of behavior of Patty ignoring Henry when he says No or Stop.

but you’re allowed to put that exact same thing in your mind flayer fic? Where Henry is clearly and explicitly saying no and not consenting but the mind flayer doesn’t listen?

I don't present the Mindflayer as good. I don't try to portray the Mindflayer as a loving person who Henry should end up with. I also offer a direct look into Henry's mind and tell the reader that he is, indeed, simply playing hard to get. But I wouldn't expect you to understand that concept, it's a little nuanced for your level of comprehension.

your rudeness to anyone who doesn’t share your exact headcanons or theories

Maybe people shouldn't treat me like I'm stupid if they don't want to be snapped at. Beat a dog enough times, and it will bite.

stop forcing your beliefs on others

And when have I done that? When have I ever said people have to agree with me? I don't. I present evidence, and I expect to be treated like someone with baseline intelligence levels. Sue me.

And many people, including minors who have unfortunately seen excerpts of your explicit fics because you post it publicly, don’t want to see how you seem to only characterize Henry as some pathetic submissive and breedable twink

I post my nsfw snippets on a side account, and rarely, at that. Minors and people who don't want to see my content can block me. The onus is on them, not me.

You post upsetting things, and act surprised when it upsets people and they tell you as such.

If this is what you find upsetting, then I fear you wouldn't have survived the internet pre-2020. Imagine this person in the era of rampant ere/ri. Or the era of roy/ed. Lol. Lmao, even. The phrase "don't like, don't read" was created for a reason.

If people have been telling you that you’re problematic for three whole years, it’s time you listen.

Oh, they don't tell me I'm problematic. They just think they can tell me what to do. It seems you're keeping up the trend.

To which I say:

🖕🏻

[gardenerian]

tagged by @gallawitchxx @metalheadmickey @mishervellous @heymrspatel @sleepyfacetoughguy @energievie @squidyyy23 and the queen herself for a @celestialmickey tag game tuesday 😘 ty sweet babies

name: mel 💓

sun sign: aquarius ♒️

what day of the week were you born? thursday. far to go indeed.

first app you open in the morning: discord 😌 or email 😔

last song you listened to: be okay by too far moon

what type of phone do you have? i don't know what number iphone it is, but it's little and it's pink 🌸

something you’d like to learn how to do: stick to a routine for more than one (1) single day, thanks ✅

art gallery or history museum? history museum! but like. very specific ones about history that i like 😇 and that are not full of stolen things 😇

your least favorite chore: all of of them? dishes. also grocery shopping/planning. and making the bed. i hate them all.

do you believe in fate? sometimes? idk. i am stumbling through the world but someone seems to be shoving me in the right direction? hard to believe it's me lmao

if offered immortality, would you take it? i'm good with the one time around, i think 😅

how are you feeling right now? mmm. a bit defeated, today. far to go, far to go ✨

finally, tell me something you’re looking forward to: a long weekend to walk and rest and make some things ✍🏻💻😴☀️ weddings and friends and travel beyond that 🏙✈️🫂

hesitant to tag people in my messy submission but wanting to still pass on some love, tagging @sickness-health-all-that-shit @deedala @harrowhark-a-vagrant @thepupperino @palepinkgoat @whatwouldmickeydo @whatthebodygraspsnot @iansfreckles @thisdivorce @michellemisfit @rereadanon @xninetiestrendx and everyone ily all

[butchladymaria]

1, 2 and 17 for the 🔥violence🔥 ask game?

also revisiting this SUPER late but -

OG POST HERE!!!

the character everyone gets wrong

would it be cliche of the guy who wrote a whole long thing about how the doll is misunderstood to say the doll is misunderstood? probably. i'm going to anyway though.

i feel like a lot of folks sometimes miss or overlook the horrifying implications of the doll? i wonder if a partial reason the horror innate to her character slips through the cracks is because she falls into the "level-up maiden" trope of the soulsborne series; which seems to be comprised of generally soft-spoken and/or somewhat submissive feminine women who help the player progress (even if they have goals of their own). i'm not here to argue that my interpretation of her is objectively correct here - but i do think the takes that posit her as a willingly subservient idealized fantasy of a woman are... shallow at best? it feels like some folks piece together that doll is made in the image of a dead woman by gerhman, and then... simply do not wrestle with the Implications of that.

for another example of this, just see adella. she seems to be reduced to "yandere psycho" at her most complex in a lot of fan interpretations, despite so much evidence indicating that it's much deeper than that.

all these examples make me wonder if the sentiment, subconscious or otherwise, that women are "meant" to be submissive and gentle is what leads these portrayals to go unquestioned or seen as more "normal" than if it were a man in that position. even maria, a canonically gender nonconforming character, has people bending over backwards to explain how she is actually totally a good little gender conformer because she... wears a hair ribbon…? (i wish i was exaggerating that claim but that has Been in my inbox lmao)

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

i've given this a lot of thought, anon, and come to the conclusion that the best (and maybe funniest...?) interpretation of this question is to answer it as follows:

miss doll would indeed never top OR bottom, mostly because i see her as asexual. i feel like the way she unless you want to consider the implications of gerhman pulling a victor frankenstein and giving his creation working sex organs. but i like to think we live in a nice world instead of a world where that is canon. eugh.

then again, i guess doll body probably isn't stopping ranni from bisexually topping the tarnished...? hmm.

in all seriousness i don't tend to have strong opinions on top/bottomhood for bloodborne characters, because i think they're mostly too catholic to fuck!

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

MORE BLOODBORNE YURI!!!!!!!!!!! vampires were literally and unironically MADE for lesbian barely-concealed-subtext babey!!!!

MORE BLOODBORNE TRANSGENDER!!!!!!!!!! i love trans people's takes on bloodborne! body horror is transition goals if you're not a coward!!!

i also just love cainhurst - artfight was a dream bc i saw SO many cute little knights :)

[simstryingtheirbestok]

Tag 9 People You Want to Know Better!

Ooh, yes, an excuse to post without having to wrassle my game into submission first lmao. (I do at last have it working again, but meanwhile I renewed my affections towards yarn and have been crocheting up a storm.) ANYWAY. I was tagged by @oasislandingresident, @papermint-airplane, and @petrolstationflowers (note to @hazely-sims--that was indeed an excellent recommendation), so here goes.

Last song: Every time someone asks about music I start this internal chant:

pleasedontbeshit pleasedontbeshit pleasedontbeshit

Anyway, I opened my phone and found that my prayer had (again) gone unanswered: the last song I played was "Do It Again" by Steely Dan. 😖 I really resent that I am old enough to be in my "maybe Steely Dan weren't that bad" years.

We certainly don't need to link to this garbage, so I won't.

Last show: I am not a television person unless I am crocheting, but as mentioned above, I've been doing lots of that, so the last thing I watched was an episode of "The Fabric of the Cosmos." Now Brian Greene, the host, gets on my nerves, but some of those MIT guys could get it. Love astrophysics nerds.

Currently reading: Lost People: Magic and the Legacy of Slavery in Madagascar, David Graeber. I am on a mission to read everything Graeber ever wrote and I have to admit, this one's been a little slow going, but I keep plugging away a few pages a night, and it is interesting--just not in a flashy/showy sort of way, you know?

Current obsession:

Crocheting market bags! None of these is from my own pattern--I raid Rich Textures Crochet for 'em. They're very reliable patterns. I usually tweak them a bit and work the bags in different colors, but they're her designs, not mine.

I think I'm late enough to this that most of you have already done it, so no tags, except a great big blanket one for anyone who wants to participate.

[its-actually-minicika]

What about their clash in the dungeons made Aemond obsessed with her? Was it because she fought back?

And how do you think Daeron would react/think of the way Aemond ‘forcibly’ did the things he did to her (saying this as vaguely as possible as I don’t want to spoil anyone lmao). Will it be an ‘all is fair in love and war’? This is with the assumption that Daeron is the only proper thinking male Hightower-Targ. Unless he is also depraved I do not mind if he is

I love these outtakes and I love you! Can’t wait for the next ep

AH I LOVE THESE OUTTAKES PLEASE KEEP THEM COMING 🫶

You might not have entered spoiler teritory, but I for sure will - so lemme continue this post under the cut

She definitely intrigued him - and that is incredibly important for Aemond.

Before she was captured by the Greens, Lady Tully insisted that she be allowed to fight alongside her brothers. She clashed swords with Aemond once the battle at Rook's Rest ensued - well, they fought closer to the Antlers than anything, but during the same bloodbath.

Thankfully for her life - but unfortunately for her autonomy and new-found freedom -, Lady Tully didn't manage to lay in too many blows. While she was busy engaging the Prince, she failed to see the Green Loyalists that flocked behind her. They managed to sever her Patellar ligament almost completely, and due to the pain, exhaustion and blood-loss, she fainted not long after.

To say that Aemond was dissatisfied with the way their brawl ended was an understatement. To his mind, he won unfairily - there is no glory to be taken when a stupid Redwyne footer cuts the leg of your future girl lol

So Aemond was already aware of her existence and fiery personality - now moreso than ever.

When he entered the Dungeons, after leaving her alone for so long, his plan was to make her feel stressed and unsafe. He wanted to give her a show of his power (i.e his threats: 《"I had in mind to let my men fuck you." He remarks dryly, but lets out a disappointed sigh. "But I don't think any of them would get it up to your whorish face."》).

He thought she'd beg for mercy, agree to do anything to turn her grandfather's banners to Aegon's cause. Because who wouldn't be desperate for medical attention, for fresh air, for clean clothes and warm food after they've been left in the dark for three weeks?

Not our Lady.

And that made him very interested in her, indeed.

She not only found the energy to be witty with him back, but she also attempted to gouge out his other eye.

She was anything but submissive, and Aemond caught himself wanting to understand her. To study her. To figure her out.

There are some really interesting studies out there (which I'll try to link if possible) that talk about serial killer mentality.

For most socio/psychopaths, getting to know their victim makes it harder for them to kill said person afterwards. Because they get to see them as more than just a means to an end - they start seeing them as human. Something closer to an equal. Something that clashes with their views on "exterminating" - they don't kill people they're intrigued by, people that make them feel good, people that give them a purpose ("Serial Murder - FBI").

So right off the bat, Lady Tully started meaning something for Aemond. And that immediately impacted him in such a way, that it made it impossible for him to detach from her.

He came by to visit her, again and again, and found a weird pattern of normality in their midnight talks. If he closed his eye, and abstained from thinking of the war (the only reason Lady Tully was even at his mercy), he could regard her as a "friend". As a woman who saw him for who he was, listened to him, and didn't run away - though not from lack of trying, mind you.

With time, his obsession grew and developed. And when she asked him whether or not her grandsire agreed to pledge for Aegon's cause, Aemond paniked.

Because House's Tully undoubted support meant that he had to actually let her go. He had to watch her leave him.

Bookcanon Aemond has A LOT of issues. And a very distinctive abandonment one. He would never give up his safe heaven. Never. That is why he remained silent in the face of her family's pleading letters (see Chapter 4, present in Oscar's dialogue: 《The young Lordling huffed annoyedly, jolting on the brink of madness, "The deranged cripple wouldn't reply to any of our ravens!"》).

Aemond clings to the riverlander because she showed him 3 pivotal qualities:

1) She proved that she can match his wit;

2) She was kind to him (bathed him, thanked him and praised him for being attentive - which no one else ever did);

3) Wrapped him in a false sense of understanding and security.

Now, whether or not Aemond grew to actually love his Lady, or if he's simply obsessed with his warped image of who she is, and subconsciously dependant with how she makes him feel is up for anyone to decide.

I WILL GLADLY GO INTO MORE DETAIL ABOUT AEMOND'S PATHOLOGY IF YOU GUYS WANT, BUT LET ME MOVE ONTO DAERON IN THE MEANTIME :")

Book Daeron is very dutiful. And he proved time and time again that he'll stand by his family, no matter who's in the right.

The most I see him do in regards to the impromptu marriage that Aemond imposed onto his Lady, is chastise his brother for potentially losing the support of Storm's End. He was betrothed to Floris Baratheon, after all, and his reckless behaviour can only bring one of two endings upon his family:

Either Lord Borros, the proud man that he's always been, takes Aemond's marriage as a slight and disregard of his daughter and family, leading him to turn his banners against Aegon, or he insists upon marrying one of his daughters to Daeron, instead.

You could make the argument that he might still give Floris to Aemond, thus making her his second wife. But the Lord of Storm's End is too proud a man to ever succumb his daughter to such a fate.

For we all know that a second wife is never as important or dear as the first.

Daeron would understand that they're at war. He would disagree with his brother's chosen match, but not because he thinks it unorthodox to marry a Lady against her will - but because his actions would lead to dire consequences brought upon their side.

At the end of the day, though, Aemond could have done much worse to Lady Tully. Forcing her to marry him, and not even claiming her virtue is the least of his worries.

It might even make him happy, given that a marriage isn't a true marriage until it is consummated. With a little luck, the Greens might be able to dissolve Aemond's reckless love match, and give Floris to him as intended.

[joshuhigashikatafucker]

Seven times Joshuu acted like a normal human being, but no one is talking about! [ full of big SPOILERS ].

Since the end of Jojolion, we don't have much Joshu content! :(( But if you are here, you know that the man is full of good, bad and - especially - dirty moments. Most people, of course, love to point out his bad aspects and moments. And with valid reasons, maybe. But hey: what about the decent ones? We don't see much of it. So today I'm ready to proudly wear the questionable taste t-shirt and represent my few weirdo-enjoyers, going further into the positive spectrum of these iconic rat actions.

1- Oh, Shakedown Road, my love! Here we can see Joshuu showing signs of shyness, social panic and remorse. He simply seems to blame himself for the girl's sadness and is very worried about it, apologizing more than once. Gappy, otherwise, is clearly a more analytical and chill-going type of person. Very interesting. 

2- Still in Shakedown Road arc, we have this brief moment. The use of sweet adjectives (with no sarcasm!) demonstrated that Joshu is jealous of Josuke because he, first of all, recognizes his strongest pros, and not cuz he is a total asshole without self-critique and that can't acknowledge other people's good traits. One of the things i find most fascinating about Joshu is how he can be so self-conciouss in a minute and in the other delusional as fuck. Such a funny little guy.

3- Every Day Is a Summer Vacation. When Jobin revealed that the beetle was going to die, Joshu seemed to be very anxious and worried about it. People compare him with Anasui; not saying one is better than other, but, romantic obsessions aside, they are indeed very different in character conception. Joshu is always threatening to make grotesque things, but is he willing to go further with his threats? Most of the time, i would say no - he's too of a coward (but Anasui would, lmao). Weird thing but like how much Joshu trembles… such an emotional fella, isn't he?

4- Not only does Joshu worries about Josuke's state let aside not really liking him that much, but he does the social ritual of asking if he is okay! Josuke/Joshu parallels with Dio/Jonathan are clear at the begging of the part, but Joshu and Josuke actually have an overall neutral relationship after the middle of Jojolion.

5- Now he is showing his sweet side, being protective with everyone who is considered family by him. At that moment of the manga, Joshu was the only one trying to fix things in a diplomatic way. He, still, verbally acknowledges the damaging aspects of isolation/ loneliness, besides constantly going through it himself, and this is very sad (god, I love him so much).

6- That one is a classic. Not much to say: Joshu was unable to confront Jobin in a direct manner, but still managed to save Yasuho by discreetly kicking the cellphone. That imo shows another very prominent Joshu contradictory aspect: his strong urge to express/ rebel himself merging with him constantly accepting submission social roles.

7- And the last ocasion, of course. This one I would say people are more willing to recognize as a genuine act of redemption. By letting Josuke choose the cake that better represents the fruit company, Joshu accepts his presence and importance as a member of the Higashikata family. Considering that all of the events in Jojolion occurred in less than three months, that's a more than reasonable lapse to start to get along with your new and strange adopted brother. Everything about this moment is just adorable and I am indeed happy about the end. It shows that a character's development may be not that astonishing, gradual, or linear and yet still happen. Very realistic of him, not gonna lie.

I consider quite clear and even agreeable that these moments per si can make one re-interpreter a few Joshu misleads. I didn't include the polemic ones, like the equivalent exchange scene, because I am not sure myself if it could be considered a pro or a con and I am not yet prepared to interpret it properly until reread Jojolion. My point is that JJBA is so absurd that we naturally tend to forget trivial details even though these also construct one's personality. Honestly, I could do way more, but I'm too lazy. Honorable mentions to any Hato and Joshuu interaction ever. Fuck, and Milagro Man? This arc is the whole Bible to me! God bless Joshu. Or his "good side", at least. 💖