#Alice the sadist

[a0random0gal]

They want helaena to go to more rapists ? Rhae*yra da*mon Dalton are rapists rhaenyra would litreally kill her kids and give her away to Dalton for sure or any man with lower statue

Rh*enyra stans need to wake up and admit their queen is the queen of rapists since she is allied with one and allowed one and raped criston

Yeah I really don't get this odd belief that everything horrible that happened to Helaena could have been prevented if only she had gone with Nyra wtf? My girl already has to suffer through her loveless marriage with Aegon, she really doesn't need to risk her children's lives for a sister that wouldn't bat an eye at her death.

Personally I'm not sure if the brothel queens plan was seriously considered or just a cruel rumor. In spite of all the beef I have with Rhaenyra I don't really see her as someone who could do such a thing to Hel.

Don't get me wrong she's pretty awful in her own way, but I don't believe she's the kind of person who would torture someone like this.

Especially if by going to her Hel has practically given her a massive advantage.

In case Helaena actually betrayed her family for Nyra I think she would have preferred to keep her as a hostage with Jaehaera against the greens. It would make a lot more sense.

Maelor and Jaehaerys would be killed regardless though.

According to fire and blood the one who actually proposed the disgusting plan was Mysaria, to get back at Alicent for calling the strong boys bastards.

Honestly the tale is already hard to believe cause it was told by mushroom, but knowing that Mysaria was also behind blood and Cheese does make more credible.

Lmao she and Daemon really belonged to one another.

Regarding the queen of rapists thing... I doubt she allied with Dalton because of the heinous way he treated his salt wives. She asked him to join her side simply because she didn't want the iron fleet against her and knew that the young Lord would loove to raid the Green Westerlands and sack Lannisport. It was a coincidence that she ended up with some very morally dubious people on her side (except the Starks).

Also I've always considered her relationship with Criston sexual coercion rather that outright rape. It's pretty close to being rape but still not the same thing.

[rosehippiefield]

Hiii <33 9, 13, 19 for the ask game, please <333

9 : which character dynamic/friendship is your favorite? (like anzu and kurumada for example)

I forgot some bits of the game but I really liked greeblings. They had toxic moments (one sided, Shin was very often not a good brother figure), but the fact that they were willing to die for each other... I don't even want to remember the sadness, my mind just blocked it because I thought about them too often. But if they could live, or not experience death game at all, I'm sure that their relationship would be a lot healthier

13 : which character would you get along the most with?

I think Nao. She has soft, non-judgemental vibe around her (well, and I'm not scary tall policeman like Keiji), and I'd like to be friends with her. I think we could both inspire each other to be braver, gently supposrting each other. And maybe we'd find some common ground when talking about art (though I don't really know a lot)

Also, Kanna is another option because she's very kind and I'd like to help her out. She really deserves the best and I hope she'd like to get along with me too. We could even form a sisterhood, though I'm not really like Sara

19 : If you had to pick a theory to be canon, which one would it be?

The theory that Mr. Policeman is Joe's dad is the one I like but in my opinion it's already very close to being canon. So... once I've seen somewhere that Miley could be Gin's mom but with the twist that she's his biological mom, and he grew up with another, foster mom. I love this theory because it would explain so many things: why Gin's mom from sketches doesn't look like Miley; how Miley could possibly be connected to Gin while he never said anything about this connection to the group; how Midori could twist Gin's wish "I want my mom to be healthy and happy" by presenting his "real" mom to him. Imagine the angst if his mom was revealed to be dead and they say "don't worry, it wasn't your real mom! You mom is actually a sadistic researcher who's working with kidnappers, but here she is, perfectly healhty!". It would be awful but in line with cruelty of this game

[fiovske]

really wanna watch house of the dragon for toxic yuri but my ass cannot stomach the rampant misogyny

[rosewriteswhump]

Whump Wheel 3

Whipped

CW: Whipping, immortal whumpee, lady whump (whumper and whumpee), torture, punishment, blood, pet-whump, fairy whumpee, let me if I missed anything

Alice snapped her fingers, a servant handing her a note. She read it silently, scoffing before tossing it to the side. "Get the whip. I'll turn that useless fae into something acceptable after the visit."

"Why?" Marlie begged, tears streaking her freckled cheeks as Alice brought the whip down again. She had been asking that for weeks, wondering why someone she used to trust -someone she called her best friend- treated her as less than dirt.

Several more lashes struck her bare back, some hitting the fragile wings she tried so hard to protect. "You don't need to know that! All you need to do is be my little pet and everything will be fine." Alice growled.

A servant appeared after Alice snapped her fingers, bringing rubbing alcohol, a bucket of water and a cloth. It would be a long night.

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[holyscng]

" OH dear . . . "

[mechieonu]

it's been nearly ten years of bendy and i just need to say the voice work in that game is some of my favorite EVER

[thegreatestheaver]

what if i drew alice x my md sona art. what then

[yandere-wishes]

Alice in Marvel-land

𐙚Yandere! Deadpool (Wade Wilson) x Reader x Yandere Wolverine (Logan Howlett)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ In some worlds, you were Logan's little darling. In others, you were Wade's starry-eyed lover. But here in the void, there is only one of you and two of them.

⁀➷ GORE, yandere behavior, kidnapping, Deadpool being Deadpool.

⁺₊𝄞₊⁺ IDK, probs the Deadpool and Wolverine soundtrack

Logan feels the world slipping away.

Piece by piece, atom by atom.

In a blink, he's falling down darkness.

An endless rabbit hole.

What was the name of that fairy tale you liked so much?

The one with the girl who gets lost in splendor?

The dust is kicking up, framing the sunset portrait along the horizon.

The envoys are nearly home, this time they've brought someone back. The cage balls chime along the unsteady road. If you squint just far enough you can almost make out vibrant specks of red and yellow.

Strange, the void tends to wash out bright colors. Well, it tends to wash out just about everything.

You scrape your nails along the skeleton's sockets. Leave crescents in the decaying cartilage. "They're almost here" you call out awaiting Cassandra's next move. You watch dolefully as she's transfixed on a portal. The sparky thing unfurled like a fresh wound, strewing salt on persistent lacerations. She watches her brother, or well some variation of her brother. Surrounded by his new family, surrounded by those he loves. He's forgotten her, or maybe never even knew her. You think that the latter would hurt the most.

"Cassandra" Your voice rises in octave, this time getting her attention. "They're here".

"Coming" She sings, voice so chip it almost sounds like unshed tears. You send a final glare at the portal before it collapses on itself.

If you tried hard enough, maybe you could bring yourself to understand her pain. Those pesky notions of desperation for someone to love. But it

doesn't matter now everyone you've ever loved is dead anyway. And unlike Cassandra, you've long since given up on the childish dreams of being rescued by someone who would offer up love so freely.

"Maybe shut up now"

Logan's nerves are frying. Thin strings snapping with every syllable that leaves the red merc's mouth. He's starting to appreciate Stryker in a way he didn't even know he could. The man was a psychotic sadist but at least he knew when to sew someone's mouth shut. Maybe he can convince this Cassadra chick to do the same.

Logan's eyes are almost at 90 degrees of a roll when they stop. He stops, frozen. In the gaping mouth of the rotting skull, something all too familiar stands.

Or rather someone.

Someone he knew.

Someone he loved.

Your name tastes bitter on his tongue. All death and whisky.

Maybe cause it's been so long since the attack. Since he walked off for the night and left his family to die. Cause the last time he saw you, you were a mangled corpse laying in an open grave. Deadweight as he cradled you in his arms.

You walk closer. Face painted in too many shades of confusion.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Damn, he's started quoting that stupid book again.

"How do you know my name" You ask. You look just as beautiful as he remembers. Spine carved straight in pride with perfect lips, perfect eyes. His talons itch to glide across your soft skin, to feel you so intimately once more.

"LOOOGAN did you see what the bald chick just- HEY!!"

It takes too much effort to pull his gaze away. To stare at red and black and be reminded of cruel realities. But Wade has a tendency to be a persistent ache, some unwelcomed anchor to every problem he's ever had.

Only this time when he actually looks at him. Looks at the jittery body that's stilled abruptly. He can't help but be glad that he did. A bitter laugh bubbles in his throat. Maybe Wade's shut up for good this time.

He always knew you were special but this is truly a miracle.

"IT'S YOU!!"

Nope, didn't work. He knew he couldn't be that lucky.

Wade whispers your name, a forgotten prayer. Logan didn't even know the loudmouth knew how to pray. But he seems to almost soften when he sees you. That feral, cheeky killer, looks so so soft when he stares into your doe-eyes. Reaching out zealously to twirl a lock of your hair around his blood-soaked finger.

He can almost feel Wade choking on your essence, heart erratic, like a child finding a lost toy. He's drowning in ecstasy, and Logan is almost tempted to join him. You're here, a breath away. So close it's taking every ounce of self-control not to pull you to his chest and keep you locked between his arms until he finally dies too.

"Penunt look that's my girl!!"

"Your girl!?"

He had taken you for granted as he tends to do with most peaceful things. The realization had occurred a little too late. Right as he had been emptying a round into the target of the week's head.

He lands.

Arms high like an Olympian pleasing the crowd.

He wonders if he can make you cheer for him.

Clap and shout his name as he twirls around the mess he's made.

He wants to feel loved, although he'll never say it out loud. He's only ever been good with words when they're laced with sarcasm and profanity.

And maybe 'I love you' is just about the most obscene thing he can ever say to someone as sweet as you.

Wade plays the white rabbit, fluffy coat stained red from every kill. Tricking poor Alice into following him down cruel rabbit holes. Making you chase him through labyrinths then leaving you at every turn. He leads you to every kill, makes you watch as he dances in slaughter. He can even feel your eyes right now. Starlight slicing him open to quench vulgar interests.  

Alice always follows the rabbit.

He stalks closer, white eyes fixated on your deliciously bewildered expression. Precious thing caught in a warzone. He can almost taste you on his tongue, the sharp tip of a star slivering the inside of his mouth, soft hands painting crescent moons along the back of his neck. He needs to carve his essence across your lips, to pour the after-kill adrenaline into your soul. He needs you.

Only this time...

This time he'd been too distracted. So caught up in claiming you as his victory prize that he didn't notice the grizzled man clinging to life...

And a pistole.

The bullet punctures his shoulder. An afterthought.

But the lead keeps going.

Penetrating the air until it lands bunglingly between your eyes.

You fall into his arms.

Deadweight.

Did the white rabbit ever miss Alice?

Did he ever realize how truly special such a curious girl made him feel?

He doubts it.

Doubts that a stupid rodent would have better emotional stability than him.

He's been given a second chance. A whole plethora of them actually. He's been deemed holy, righteous. And aren't gifts of marvel bestowed upon the truly blessed? What better blessing than the sight of you standing amongst the sand and skulls?

Good to see your affinity for dainty dresses spans across all universes...

He lets the blood trickle down his claws.

What else is there to do but dream of you?

It's the fourth day of his massacre and he's lost count of how many humans he's killed. Maybe cause after the first hundred the faces tend to blur.

He leaves your pleasants in between the rotting carcasses and broken glass. Only taking the torturous parts of you. The things that can hurt him. The sharp edges that he can slit his pulse point on, the vague memory of your glare before you cried. The soft skin of your neck between his jagged teeth.

Enough to keep the hate burning.

He wonders if the creatures of Wonderland wept after Alice left. He wonders if Wonderland lost its wonder.

But now you're standing here.

Alive.

And he wants so badly to remember the sweet taste of your lips. The soft push against his chapped lips as he swallows you whole. Even desperate rabbits can go a little feral. His eyes take in every breath, every scowl.

Alive.

Alive.

Alive.

Good to see your affinity for dainty dresses spans across all universes...

Aliath skids forward, mystified in lightning and smoke. You feel your bones collapsing under the rugged man's, Logan's, vice grip. You thrash and scream trying to break free but he only barks out orders to his friend before they take off running.

"Your safe, don't worry we got you." There's a comedic cadence to every word Wade says. You can almost fool yourself into enjoying it if the two weren't actively attempting to defy Cassandra, to defy Aliath, to defy deities and absolutes. To ripe you away from the only semblance of opulence you've come to know.

"Let me go, you custome-wearing freaks." His gripe tenses. "Don't struggle so much, we said you're safe, now hold still" Logan's anger ripples through you. It's almost muscle memory to still, to obey.

Did you know him? Know them?

In some past life too out of reach?

The ground shutters to a jagged rhythm. You're flying up, escaping the misty horrors of the ground. Your head pounds with the force, air slapping across your body as you taste the cotton of the clouds between your teeth.

Is this how Alice felt as her head hit the roof?

Wade mutters about the stars and educated wishes. About people who live and matter. Logan slices through his thigh, the mercenary's optimism making his body ring with phantom pains.

No one matters.

And when they start to, they die.

There are cruel absolutes in this world. He's tasted them all. Let them slice his tongue and heart and danced to every tune they've sung. He rips his claws out and digs them into Wade's chest.

Again

And again.  

Wade savors the salty tang of blood inside his mouth.

Licks his teeth and runs his tongue over the gaping holes.

He's sitting in the front seat head rolled back.

High off the blood and adrenaline and the thought of having you so close.

"I take it all back, the Honda odysseys fucks hard"

Bones crack, interrupted mid-heal as Logan turns his head to glare. "Shut up" he rasps and Wade almost, almost, hears approval.

There's a low moan reverberating across the broken car. Late night sleepy mumble that's half 'I love you' and half 'I need you'. Neither one has heard it in such a long time.

"Finally awake sleeping beauty? Kinda surprised you could sleep through all of that" Wade shimmies to the back, only to be greeted by your foot smashing into his face, cracking his nose open, and sending a fresh wave of blood into his mouth. He pins your knee to the seat and wiggles himself between you. caging you with his elbows as he stares down at your pretty face. "Miss me, angel baby?"

"Wrong fairy tale" Logan turns around in his seat, claws out running them across your cheek "Please stop, just let me go" you've never begged before, never fallen so low. But these two things, mutants, mutates, or whatever they are, scare you. Reckless, suicidal, dangerous. You feel so helpless in their presence. Never knowing you're to be kissed or killed.

"You're as lovely as I remember" The melancholy colors him in a monochrome of sympathy. Here is a man who's gone through every horror and still gets out of bed. Or maybe he has to, maybe he can't quite die and can't quite reach heaven. So he gulps down his immortality with black coffee to at least pretend he's being buried six feet deep. "Even after all this time I still love you" You almost melt in his brown eyes. So lonely, so desperate.

Kill or kiss

You want him to do both. Want to kiss extinction on his lips while being impaled by the claws. Kill or kiss.

Both, both, both.

"You know~" Wade pushes himself up, "I think your dress should be red...and black. To match your favorite man."

"Who the hell said you were the favorite?" Wade leans forward, in a blink he's gripped Logan's wrist and lunged the Wolvarine's claws into your abdomen.

You writhe, the bones and metal feel almost heavenly inside of you. When he retracts the claws you moan out, it's too saccharine to hold back. Everything feels so much lighter, colorful. You feel your essence slipping out, gushing over the back seat.

Red waterfall, so pretty.

Dress stained red.

"Told ya so!"

Wade pulls you roughly by the shoulders and smashes his lips against yours. He's so cute, fickle Cheshire cat, tongue dancing across your mouth, slitting itself on your peaked teeth, and filling your mouth with thick red caterpillar smoke. "What the hell is wrong with you? You really are God's perfect idiot" Logan's anger is tangible, sweet, and bitter like hatter tea at midnight.

"S'okay Logan, it feels nice" Your words slur, slipping gauche from your tongue as you giggle profusely. You feel like Alice cracking open Wonderland's ribs, crawling inside, and smearing the wonder across your face.

"When I used to read fairy tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one" You've heard these words before, Alice's words. she's right. Your fairy tale is painted red with pretty, crazy, princes who think that slicing open a princess is easier than kissing her. You reach out for Logan, desperate for a kiss. "eat me" you mutter, and Logan's face morphs into pure terror "Wade what the hell have you done to her?".

"What? It's better this way trust me"

"I hate you"

Logan bends, meeting you halfway. He kisses you with all the wary of a dead man walking. All teeth and heart and bitter memories left to rot three lifetimes ago. He pushes himself between your bones, trying to carve out his ethos in your body. He'd burn the world so long as he gets to keep you.

You squeeze your thighs around Wade's muscular thighs and hips unlocking a gibby giggle from the man. His mask is half pulled up as he trails sloppy fervorous kisses across your neck and chest. The nostalgia slithering under your skin has you squirming, you've been through this all before. In a past life somewhere where storm monsters and voids don't exist. "Remember how good this feels?" Wade mumbles as his fingers dig into your puncture wounds, drawing slow, desperate moans from your puffy lips. You don't dare answer you don't know what would be worst admitting to liking the loudmouth ministrations or admitting there were other versions of you out there, other happy versions.

"Oh for hell's sake," Logan reclines the front seat and shuffles closer. Pulling down the back of your dress. His kisses are bite marks in disguise rabid and feral, the two things the man will never escape. His name rolls across your tongue, you let it slip in an airy moan. "No fair " Wade complains "I want you to say my name too." He pulls out his baby knife and etches the skin of your thighs. Scribbling doodles of stars and half hearts and the little symbol he wears on his belt. "W-wade" you gasp never knowing whether to scream in pain or giggle in bliss.

Logan laughs into your neck. You didn't even know he was capable of such a gentle thing. You bite his lip playfully. Dragging your fingers across his muscular arms. Your thumb pushes into the space between his knuckles asking for the claws. For the most macabre parts of him. You glide your tongue across the parish where flesh meets metal. Kissing the metal and bones and lapping at the blood. Watch curiously as he draws out a long airy sigh. "Good girl" he mumbles voice marred with ecstasy and you almost see the ghost of a smile smear across his pretty lips.

Wade's thumb gently rubs against your hips. Softly usering you into peace, tranquility. Your eyes get heavy, the car gets blurry. The grotesque realignment of their bones steering you into a deep, content sleep.

"Hey Peanut, you think Alice in Wonderland here would mind if we keep going? "  

"Shut it, moron "

"Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if only I knew how to begin.”

🎀Bonus

Deadpool: "Do you think the author's going to write about us again? Or is she planning to finally write that Dune fic she keeps talking about?

Wolverine: "I have no fucking idea what the hell you're even talking about.

🪐@yandere-romanticaa @bad4amficideas @sugarplumz100 @oscarissac2099 @facelessfionna @siphite @tocotuesday69 @linoleunm @mei-simp @shamelessdarkprince @gabriqllas @lovely-liliacs @shiroi-asashin17 @failinguniversity

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Agatha: You’re an asshole!

Rio: Yeah well you’re a bitch!

Agatha: That’s pathetic! You can’t even even insult me properly!

Rio: I’ll slit your throat so you can’t talk!

Agatha: You can try but you won’t succeed!

The other coven members watching their fight

Lilia: They’re so toxic I don’t understand why they’re still together

Alice: There must be some reason they’re still together

Jen: Sex

Lilia: Come again?

Alice: They probably do

Jen: Anyway, it’s definitely sex, this fighting and arguing is just foreplay, Rio is death she can’t die and Agatha is sadistic, they fit perfectly-

Rio: You look good wrapped in my vines my love

Agatha: I look good in anything!

Rio: You look even better in nothing!

Jen standing up: Okay time for us to leave

Lilia: How do you know?

Alice: They’re staring at intently at each other

Lilia: Yep definitely time to leave

The coven leaves

[banefort]

Alicole at 100% power

[yandere-writer-momo]

This is so niche. But enjoy the insane tiny man!

Yandere DC Shorts:

My Darling Alice

Yandere Mad Hatter x Psychiatrist Fem Reader

TW: obsessive behavior, stalking, kidnapping, being held against one’s will, Mad Hatter is a creep, delusional behavior, very short horror, and mind control (mentioned at end)

“Alice!” Loud giggles spilled through chapped lips as rough hands grasped at her face. (Your name) winced as the dry skin scratched the soft skin of her cheeks. The fabric of Jervis’s fingerless gloves did nothing but make the surface wounds burn ever so slightly. A sadistic reminder that this was no dream… her patient had escaped Arkham and kidnapped her to be his Alice. “My darling Alice… I finally have you in my clutches. Oh it’s wonderful to finally have you in wonderland with me.”

(Your name) caught a glimpse of her reflection and had to gulp down the hole that threatened to erupt from her throat like lava. She was in a baby blue dress with a frilly white apron a top of it. She even had on multiple layers of tile skirts under to make the dress have more shape and crisp white stockings with black Mary Jane’s. Had Jervis changed her clothes?! How on earth did she land in this ridiculously accurate Alice in wonderland attire?

(Your name) was by no means Jervis Tetch’s type! So why… why her?

“Do you love your dress?” Jervis’s lips twisted into a crooked grin, his cheeks aflame in awe. “I personally tailored it to your sizes… it’s an exact replica of the one you made for my Alice doll in Arkham! Oh, my Alice… I’m so happy to have finally found you!”

(Your name) felt her heart sink. She had shown this loon kindness and he interpreted it as affection. This love starved man had set his sights on her and she could do nothing but play along. Unless she wanted to end up like the Alices before her.

“Jervis, I’m not-“ He bent down to kiss her cheeks. A shiver ran down her spine from how acrid the scent of his breath was.

“Nonsense. You’re perfect, my Alice.”

(Your name) felt a zap on her head and then her body was under his will like a marionette guided by its strings by a puppeteer.

“There we go… now be a proper Alice and come adore your Mad Hatter.”

[halesinger]

⟡ 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 on a rainy day

✦ jasper definitely uses the time to spend with you. since he doesn't sleep, he is always up before you, (and he for sure uses the phrase: the early bird gets the worm.) he’ll want to stay in bed for as long as possible and soak up all the love you have to give him. his fingers will trace lovingly across up and down your arm, pulling your head closer to his chest, and listening to the gentle patter of the rain outside. he loves the soft, slow moments with you.

✦ alice loves playing in the rain. she’ll pull you aside from whatever you’re doing, with a cheeky grin on her face, letting you know she’s up to something. before you know it, you’re outside in the pouring rain as her giggles fill your ears. she’ll grab your form and make you dance with her, but it���s just an excuse to be close to you. if you she notices you’re shivering more than laughing, she’ll rush you inside to get you changed into dry clothes and cozy up next to the fireplace.

✦ edward would usually spend the days that are filled with murky weather to hunt, but ever since you came into his life, he enjoys spending it with you instead. after lousing around together for some time, he’ll get the idea to put on a movie. he’ll gather blankets while you get enough pillows for the both of you. once you’ve made your little comfy spot on the couch in the living area, he’d suggest some old documentary, shown only in black and white, that you’ve never even heard the name of. upon seeing your face turn up at the suggestion, he let’s you pick and cozies up next to you under the blankets, as the film starts.

✦ unlike edward, emmett for sure uses this time to hunt. but only if it’s with you. if you’re a vampire, it’s pretty easy. just find, hunt, and kill. but if you’re human, it’s a little rough. he’ll carry you on his back for the most part, but he likes seeing you struggle, but only to an extent (sadist emmett anyone??). so he’ll have you walking if he thinks you can handle it.

✦ esme likes to use the extra time indoors to try out new recipes. she’ll be whipping up something in the kitchen, waving you over to try it. after looking into the bowl she’s stirring, it looks to be some form of soup. she’ll dip her finger in and hold it up for you to taste, looking at you expectantly. of course, she is an amazing cook (even for being a vampire), so it’s no surprise that you take a liking to it. she smiles warmly when you give her a nod of approval and will ask you to stay to help her out in the kitchen.

↳ i didn’t add carlisle or rosalie, because i couldn’t think of anything for them, so my apologies. also i hope this isn’t too bad, i haven’t written anything in awhile :(

⟡ likes and reblogs are appreciated !!

[lilacthebooklover]

hatchetverse but paul accidentally becomes everyone's parental figure. lex & hannah's? sure, they deserve a good parent who'll look out for them. stephanie lauter? yeah, why not, her dad highkey sucks. richie? absolutely, could even make them be biologically related for the lols. he meets peter through ted, they're chill (potential for angst if ted disappears in this iteration of the multiverse). he's the guy alice goes to about all of her stresses and worries- the 'cool uncle'. he meets ruth at the coffee shop where he sees emma before they have a concrete relationship, ruth is very vocal about how she wishes she could have a partner too. he could be even max freaking jagerman's unofficial dad (he does not think max has to fight off "one lousy skele'un" to be worth something). he tries to solve grace chasity's religious guilt with "yeah no sex is normal" and she views him as a source for all advice on the matter after that. paulkins but paul is a tired dad and emma doesn't find out he has like 50 kids until they've been dating a couple months and one of them randomly runs into his house. she introduces him to tim and he just rolls with it. it's another nephew, okay, neat. he's not great with kids but he finds himself with loads of them somehow anyway. then they all face off against sadistic eldritch gods and multiple cults together like a family. what more could you want?

[prettyboykatsuki]

BLUELOCK MEN AS SHOUJO + JOSEI ROMANCE TROPES / PLOTS | 18+

isagi yoichi - shoujo romance, childhood friends to lovers + boy next door. student athlete that isn't obviously popular but is generally liked by girls for being charming and approachable. madly in love with you, his childhood best friend and plans to keep it from you as long as he can. corny bedroom confession with a timeskip of you living in apartment together. his parents congratulate him when you start dating

bachira meguru - josei romance, strangers to lovers. has a secret identity or persona with a lot of online popularity and runs into you in his everyday attire. think cross-dressing or cosplay. comforts you in his normal clothes and runs into you again in some varied form of costume and always ends up saving you from different kinds of trouble and being a source of comfort for how positive he is. easily jealous and teases you a lot + very forward. the first time you have sex he's dressed as alice in wonderland for a photoshoot. embarrassed when you flirt back

kunigami pre-wild card - shoujo romance, classmate turned love interest. he's actually not your crush, but your friends. you're in the same class and attempt to play wingman. usually ends with you being alone with him. you end up falling for him and try to keep it to yourself for a long time out of a sense of guilt. kunigami flirts consistently and even asks you out. confession scene ends with you running away, him chasing after you and telling you he wants to be with you no matter what. you overreact about what your friend will say (they've known for a while)

kunigami post wild-card - josei romance. a guy you crushed on in highschool who comes back to your hometown totally different and kind of a jerk. you end up getting drunk and having sex. this undefine relationship leads to arguing until kunigami gets his act together. you work it out but ppl in reviews hate him

chigiri hyoma - josei romance, classic college group project partner trope. a little older than you. very put together. you're the only ones who work on the project. mysterious, pretty, dresses well. you crush on him one-sidedly until the project ends and then have a misunderstanding about him having a gf. (its his sister). confession happens after you avoid him and he confronts you. sadistic in bed but takes it slowly for you.

nagi seishiro - josei romance, partner in an online video game you play. is 100+ levels above you in an rpg and carries you through dungeons. plays as a character that doesn't suit him. you meet at a convention and he is a hot guy. continues to ask to hangout and takes advantage of the fact you have a hard time saying no to him. uses emoticons over text but is blank irl. very direct in his confession + doesn't let you avoid him. sex after getting together. gentle in bed but doesn't let you get up the next morning.

reo mikage - shoujo romance, rich x poor trope. you end up working for his parents company to pay off debt and he finds you there. you've had beef since forever. uses this as an opportunity for him to extort you but ends up really admiring your resolve. one-sidedly pines after you and throws money at the problem. forces you to go as his plus one to some gala and confesses to you on the dance floor. you think he's making fun of you but he is not. goes to your house to clear things up days later. makes you quit your job

itoshi rin - shoujo romance, classic school ikemen prince with bad personality. few close friends but always garners a lot of attention. you keep crossing paths with him against your will. eventually this leads to one-sided beef that makes you run into each other even more. douchey tsundere while falling in love. falls harder. kabedons you in the school hall way. tosses all of his valentines chocolates except for yours. his mom fawns over you.

itoshi sae - josei romance, extremely classic office romance trope. boss at your office job + oldest son. high up in the food chain. inhuman, cold, and popular for being handsome. tends to give you a hard time. nicknamed office demon. son of a rich conglomerate. you drink too much at a work dinner and complain about your lack of sex life which is how you start having sex. courts you seriously but you pretend not to notice. falls first. introduces you to his granny who took care of him.

barou shouhei - josei romance, scary guy who works in the tiny town you've just moved to after nearly dying from overwork in the city. extremely gruff when talking and generally intimidating. you warm up to him gradually after seeing how he interacts with the elderly. works in an old business that's gone through his entire family. stayed behind to work so he could support his sister through college. helps you find your passions again. more heavy on the romance than the smut. you fuck after a festival and he sees you in yukata. gets along with your family

shidou ryusei - josei romance, strangers to lovers. classic "hookup" after a really really bad break-up completely drunk. wake up next to him and he doesn't let you leave. you can't remember what happened so you're forced to endure his insane company. you later find out you didn't have sex that night but instead you blabbed about your ex and threw up all over yourself which is why you were both naked. also realize you don't know anything about him. realize he's weirdly considerate albeit kind of terrifying. only has sex once you realize that. only marathon sex until you crawl away. works as a stylist. classic "fall for me already," line when you're asleep.

oliver aiku - josei romance, exes to lovers. bad break up in highschool to meeting again. a client of your workplace. pushy and worse than you remember. end up sleeping with him after a lot of arguing and work together as ususal. extremely messy relationship and hatefucking that feels too intimate. only get together once he's about to leave again. did not fall out of love you. bad personality but romantic after the fact. lets you yell at him as often as you need. self-aware that he sucks but charming.

SHORT BUT HONORABLE MENTIONS

otoya eita - shoujo romance, school player you ask to fake date you to get your ex off of your case in exchange for tutoring. takes it up cause he thinks you're cute and falls for you seriously. has to work hard to chase you because of his reputation

karasu tabito - shoujo romance, friend of the guy you're actually crushing on. stays on the sidelines while you pine for his friend and picks up the pieces when you get you're heart broken. insanely nice to you while dating despite being a huge jackass as friends.

yukimiya kenyu - josei romance, arranged marriage partner per family request you're reluctant to meet. extremely pleasant to you and objectively a good man. you mostly refuse him on principle but he melts your heart slowly and treats you very well. you don't marry for a while tho. breaks his premarital sex rule wanting to make you feel good.

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More Two-Face p links pretty please? Thank you in advance!

Batrogues | p links part three

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nsfw 18+, part one here and part two here

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Two-Face:

He hires you to be his secretary

Makes you strip in his office and has you like this (but of course you have to keep the stockings on)

Fucking you in his car because he was too desperate to wait until you were inside

Punishments are needed, and he loves your little whimpers

How he treats you on those soft evenings, where he just wants to feel you in his arms

Loves a girl with a soft/pink/girly aesthetic, even if he does feel a little bit like a perv

The Scarecrow:

He’s a sadistic man, he loves the slight shock and fear in your eyes after a slap

Suprisingly into roleplay, and the scarecrow captures innocent girl in the woods is an appealing concept for him

He loves skirts on you, especially when he’s had a shitty day

Loves putting your legs over your head, thinks it makes his pet look even sluttier

How you get when you watch a horror movie together and you get scared <3

Being over his lap just feels so natural, doesn’t it?

The Riddler:

Buys you silk pajamas to wear such as these (he obviously has his own set in dark green)

I’m telling you, he loves thicker girls

Prides himself on his good he is with his hands

Why are you watching that infernal device when you could be paying attention to him? Hm?

Makes you do this on the floor at his feet to prove you’re worthy enough/needy enough for his cock

What he does to you after that

Black Mask:

Needs you to be ready wherever you both are

How he fucks when he takes you in one of his supply factories

This just screams him vibes

Mouthing off to him at a party means he just takes you to the bathroom

Sometimes he just wants you to shut up

If his hands won’t work maybe your panties will

The Mad Hatter:

He does so hate when his Alice disobeys him

See how nice it is when you drink his tea and do what he asks?

Your taste is addictive

Loves loves loves to kiss you, to taste the honey from his tea he’d made you drink

If you’re good, he’ll give you this as a treat, so you can always feel how much love he has for you

This seems like something he’d be into

[gingerhastoomanyobsessions]

the lords in black are so interesting to me because. they’re so us. we’re watching the citizens of hatchetfield suffer for our own entertainment just as much as they are. we’re their accomplices in all of it

pokotho made hatchetfield into a musical because musicals are entertaining. and we ate that shit up! it’s soooo fun watching a little man scramble as the world around him bursts into song. the musical genre is satirized because pokey knows how the genre conventions work just as well as we do. we like watching musicals so much that black friday and npmd are musicals, too, even though they don’t revolve around pokotho’s plans as much as tgwdlm. we want them to sing. pokotho does too.

bliklotep is the audience and the audience is bliklotep. trail to oregon calls the audience “the watcher with one thousand eyes” and that’s not all, in watcher world blinky seems to be able to see through the eyes of anyone and everyone who loves spectacle. he wants to see the characters go through angst because WE love angst. it’s fun to watch alice and bill express their buried frustrations. blinky wants it to end in bloodshed because he loves tragedy, and let’s face it, so do we. it’s like that one post about how hamlet is aware of the audience and is angry that we don’t do anything to intervene because we want to see how it plays out. personally, I think blinky could have stopped the woodwards if he really wanted (he’s an elder god, after all) but alice shooting him shifted the narrative so that the emotional payoff would be more fulfilling if they escaped. and blinky loves a good story.

t’noy karaxis has blorbos. we joke about it, but that’s really what it is, isn’t it? he’s the fan who watches the movie again and again and again and again to see his favorite character’s dramatic death scene. he’s the guy who writes and reads angst fics by the hundreds because he likes to see his faves cry. he’s the hatchetfield enjoyer who’s on the edge of their seat waiting to see how ted kicks the bucket this time. the bastard’s box is pretty much just an ao3 account filled with whump and hurt no comfort. he’s sadistic AND he genuinely adores ted, because we fans are often cruelest to the characters we love the most. he puts ted through character growth— the realization that his life went the way it did because of his own mistakes, his inability to be vulnerable with jenny before it was too late— and he does that by writing a 56-chapter angst fic that’s still updating to this day

nibblenephim is the fan who voraciously devours every scrap of content that a creator produces and demands more, more, more. let’s face it, the fandom will never let starkid rest until we see this story through to its end. and then someone will demand a sequel series. nibbly is hungry because we will never stop yearning for more stories. he’s simple because that desire itself is simple— as humans, we need creativity like we need air to breathe. nibbly wants more because we want more. and we will never be satiated.

wiggog y’rath is the ruler and the king because he’s the self-inserting writer. I think jon matteson plays paul *and* wiggly for a reason— wiggly is the only lord in black to be played by the same actor in every single show, and that actor also plays the protagonist of tgwdlm. wiggly wants to be the protagonist. he tries to force himself into the human world of hatchetfield because he wants to participate, dammit! he wants to be the bestest ruler that the earth has ever seen! everyone has to love him because he’s going to be their bestest fwiend! when he appears in human form he’s gonna be the prom king! he’s the ebony dark’ness dementia raven way of the hatchetfield multiverse. he wants every human character to bend to his whims and to love him and to put him at the tippy-top of planet earth because he’s the writer and the writer’s main character, you fuckheads, and he can make whatever story he wants, whether the other characters like it or not! if you’ve ever written a self-insert story? congratulations! you’ve been wiggog y’rath.

and the funny thing? I don’t think the lords know that they, too, are as fictional as anyone else in hatchetfield. maybe blinky knows— he sees through the audience’s eyes, after all— but I don’t think the others do. if they did, maybe they’d be a little less tyrannical. a little bit nicer.

but then the starkid writers wouldn’t have much of a story to tell, would they?