#Because this guy has a canon love interest and I usually don't do that. But I want to indulge too...HRRM...

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It's so funny for me to go through my childhood crushes they were all fictional by the way. I look back at most of them a little fondly, even if not the same anymore (most I cannot and won't bring back for obvious reasons). It's just kind of fun to look back on, especially seeing how my taste has changed slowly over the years.

Also how obvious it is in hindsight that I almost exclusively feel attraction towards fictional characters but details...

I also find it a little hilarious when thinking back in the day how jealous I got over some canon love interests. I was so much in denial to be honest that they even were love interests to begin with. Though of course I didn't register that as me being jealous and just said "These romances are badly written!" Which is only true for two in hindsight.

I dunno, was hit with something making me look back on things randomly. Don't mind me.

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Pick One: Magical Girl Show or Rom-com. You cannot be both.

Early in season four we get the episode Gang of Secrets. An episode that ends with Marinette outing her secret identity to Alya. A touching moment that sparked outrage across the fandom because it meant that Marinette had made the choice to reveal her identity to her best friend while keeping her hero partner in the dark.

This choice spat in the face of the exceptions that many fans had for the series. Thousands of pre-season-four fanfics feature moments where Ladybug and Chat Noir promise each other that they'll be the first to know each other's identities. After the Alya reveal, scores of fanfics were written to salt on Marinette's choice to tell the "wrong" person.

Most of these fics feature a betrayed Chat Noir quitting or otherwise punishing Ladybug for breaking their promise to be each other's first, thereby destroying his faith in their partnership. But that promise was never made on screen. It only existed in the realms of fanfic and, when Chat Noir finally found out in canon, his reaction was largely neutral. He never once blamed Ladybug for her choice or pushed for a reveal or even asked for the right to tell one of his friends.

So what happened here? Why did the fans have such wildly unrealistic expectations of canon? Were their expectations even unrealistic or did canon betray them? The answer to that is not as straight forward as you might think because it all comes back to one of Miraculous' many, many, many writing problems: Miraculous is trying to be both a Magical Girl Show and a romantic comedy, but those are not genres that mesh. You can only be one (or you can be a third thing that we'll get to at the end as it's the easiest way to fix this mess, but I want to mostly focus on where the anger is coming from and why the writing is to blame.)

To discuss this mismatch, we're going to do something that breaks my heart and talk about some of Origins flaws. While I love that episode and unironically refer to it as the best writing the show ever gave us, it's not perfect and its flaws are all focused around trying to set up both genres. Do note that I'm going to use a lot of gender binary language here as magical girl shows have a strong focus on gender segregation and rarely if ever acknowledge gender diversity.

Let's Talk Magical Girls

Magical girl shows are shows that center on young women and their friendships. While male love interests are often present in these shows, the boys tend to take a backseat and function primarily as arm candy while the girls save the day and carry the narrative.

A great example of this is the show Winx Club. This show features a large cast of teenage girls who save the magical universe from various threats with their magical powers. Each girl has a love interest, but the boys are usually off doing their own thing and only occasionally show up for a date or to give the girls a ride on their cool bikes or magical spaceship. I don't even think that we see the guys fight or, if we do, it's a rare thing. They are not there to save the day. They are there to be shipping fodder.

Like most magical girl shows, Winx Club starts with the main character making friends with one of the girls who will eventually become part of her magical girl squad. This brings us back to Miraculous.

Did you ever find it weird that Origins implies that Marinette has no friends? She doesn't even have a backbone until new girl Alya shows up to become Marinette's First Real Friend:

Marinette: I so wish I can handle Chloé the way you do. Alya: You mean the way Majestia does it. She says all that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good people do nothing. (pointing at Chloé) Well, that girl over there is evil, and we are the good people. We can't let her get away with it.

This is a bizarre opening because Miraculous is not about Marinette making friends or learning to stand up for herself. If you skipped Origins and just watched the rest of the show, then you'd have no clue that Marinette wasn't close with her classmates before this year. You also wouldn't know that Alya was new in town and you definitely wouldn't know that Marinette had never stood up to Chloé before this year. So why is this here? Why waste screen time setting up elements that aren't actually important to canon?

Miraculous did it for the same reason that Winx Club did it: magical girl shows traditionally start with the main character making friends with at least one of her eventual female teammates because Magical Girl shows are all about the girls and their relationships. The boys are just arm candy.

But Miraculous isn't a magical girl show. The writers have explicitly stated that it's a rom-com and romantic comedies aren't about female friendship. They might have female friendships in them, but that's not where the focus is. The focus of a rom-com is on the romance and Origins is very clearly all about the romance.

Origins as a Rom-com

Origins has a lot on its plate. It has to establish the villain's motivation for the first time, show us how the heroes got their miraculous, show us how the heroes first met on both sides of the mask, show us how they met their respective best friends, and show us how the heroes dealt with their first akuma. It would be perfectly understandable if this 40 minute two-parter didn't do anything with the romance. They have a full show to give us that!

In spite of this, Origins has some incredibly touching moments for both Ladynoir and Adrienette because romance is the heart of Miraculous. It is the main focus of the show. The driving motivation for both of our leads and the majority of the show's episodes. To tell the story of how their journey started without at least one of them falling in love would feel wrong. That's why we see both of them fall in love!

First we get Chat Noir giving his heart to his bold and brilliant lady, then we get Marinette's heart being stolen by the shy sweet boy who never once thought to blame her for her snap judgement of his character. We even get a touching moment where Chat Noir inspires his lady to accept her role and be Ladybug, leading her to boldly face their enemy and call him out:

Roger: I have a new plan, unlike you! Move aside and let the pros do their thing. You've already failed once! Ladybug: …He's right, you know. If I'd captured Stoneheart's akuma the first time around, none of this would have happened! I knew I wasn't the right one for this job… Cat Noir: No. He's wrong, because without you, she'd no longer be here. (they look at Chloe) And because without us, they won't make it, and we'll prove that to 'em. Trust me on this. Okay? Ladybug: Okay.

I love this moment, but it does lose a little of its power when you remember that we had an Alya-driven variation of this exact same thing five minutes prior:

Alya: HELP!! (Marinette suddenly gets filled with courage. She gets the case out of Alya's bag and puts on the Miraculous. Then, Tikki appears, happy to see Marinette again.) Tikki:(raising her arms) Mmmm! Marinette: I think I need Ladybug! Tikki: I knew you'd come around! Marinette: Well, I'm still not sure I'm up for this, but Alya's in danger. I can't sit back and do nothing.

This scene initially confused me because - if Miraculous is a rom-com - then why would you make Alya the reason that Marinette became Ladybug? Why wouldn't you have Chat Noir be the one in danger so that Marinette chose to fight because of her love interest and then encourage that bond with the later scene of him encouraging her? Why split the focus like this? Why give Alya so much attention?

In case you haven't figured it out, it's because Origins is trying to establish two different genres of show. Two genres that will continue to fight for the rest of the series (or at least the first five seasons).

Magical Girls Vs Rom-com

Why is Alya the one to shake off the nightmare dust and inspire the others during the season five finale? Why is Alya the one that Marinette trusts with all of her plans while Chat Noir is kept in the dark? Why does Alya and Marinette's friendship get so much more focus than Adrien and Nino's? Why was Alya the only temp hero who got upgraded to full time hero?

It's because Alya is Marinette's second in command in a magical girl show and magical girl shows focus on female friendships while the boys are just there to be cute and support the girls.

Why do most of Marinette's talks with Alya focus on Adrien? Why is Chat Noir the only other full time holder of a Miraculous for the first three seasons and then again for the final season? Why do Marinette's friends become more and more obsessed with Adrienentte as the show goes on? Why is the love square's identity reveal given so much more narrative weight than any other identity reveal?

It's because Miraculous is a rom-com and the love square is our end game couple, so of course the story focuses on their relationship above all else!

Are you starting to see the problem?

Circling back to our original question: no, it was not unreasonable for the fans to expect that the Alya reveal would have massive negative consequences for Ladynoir. That is what should happen in a rom-com and Miraculous is mainly written like a rom-com. But the writers are also trying to write a magical girl show and, in a magical girl show, Alya and Marinette's friendship should be the most important relationship in the show, so it makes perfect sense that the show treats the Alya reveal as perfectly fine because the Alya reveal was written from the magical girl show perspective.

When it comes to Miraculous, if you ever feel like a writing choice makes no sense for genre A, re-frame it as a thing from genre B and it suddenly makes perfect sense which is fascinatingly terrible writing! It's no wonder there are people who hate the Alya reveal and people who will defend it with their life. It all depends on which genre elements you've picked up on and clung to. Neither side is right, they've both been set up to have perfectly valid expectations. Whether those expectations are valid for a given episode is entirely up to the mercurial whims of the writers!

How Do We Fix This Mess

At this point, I don't think that we can, the show is too far gone, but if someone gave me the power to change one element of Miraculous, that element would be this: scrap both the magical girl stuff and the rom-com stuff and turn Miraculous into a team show where the friendships transcend gender.

At this point, I've written over a quarter of a million words of fanfic focused on these characters (the brain rot is real) and one thing I've discovered is that it is damn near impossible to keep Adrien and Alya from becoming friends. They're both new to their school while Marinette and Nino have gone to the same school for at least a few years. Alya and Adrien are both obsessed with Ladybug plus Adrien is a natural hype man who loves to support his friends and Alya loves to talk about her blog. Alya is dating Adrien's best friend. On top of that, Alya, Adrien, Nino, and Marinette are all in the same class, meaning that they pretty much have to be spending time together five days a week unless French school don't give kids a chance to socialize or do group projects. If so, then judging them for the first issue, but super jealous of the latter.

Given all of that, why in the world is does it feel like Alya is Marinette's close friend while Adrien is just some guy who goes to Alya's school? Along similar lines, while canon Marinette barely talks to Nino, I've found that Marinette and Nino tend to get along smashingly, especially if you embrace the fact that they have to have known each other for at least a few years.

If you embrace this wider friendship dynamic and scrap the girl squad, replacing it with Alya, Adrien, Marinette, and Nino, then the fight for narrative importance quickly goes away. It's no longer a question of is this episode trying to be a magical girl show or a rom-com? Instead, the question is: which element of the friend group is getting focused on today? The romance or the friendship?

A lot of hero shows do this and do it well. I think that one of the most well known examples is Teen Titans. That show has five main characters and the focus is usually on their friendships, but there is a very clear running romantic tension between the characters Robin and Starfire with several episodes giving a good deal of focus to their romance. I'd say that this element really starts in the show's the 19th episode - Date with Destiny - and it all culminates in the movie that capstones the series: Trouble in Tokyo. The character Beast Boy also gets a romance arc and, while it's more short lived, it's further evidence that you can have strong romances and strong friendships in the same show and even the same episode. You just have to own the fact that boys and girls can be friends with each other, a very logical thing to embrace when your show has decided to have a diverse cast of heroes instead of imposing arbitrary gender limitations on its magical powers.

I couldn't figure out a way to work this into the main essay, but it's relevant so I wanted to quickly point it out and give you more to think about re Origins. Have you ever found it weird how Origins gives both Adrien AND Marinette the "I've never had friends before" backstory and yet wider canon acts like Marinette has this strong amazing friend group while Adrien doesn't seem to care about making friends and instead focuses all his energy on romance? Why give both the protagonist and the supposed deuteragonist this kind of origin if it's not going to be a major element of the show? It makes so much more sense to only give one of them this backstory and then focus that person's character arc on learning about friendship.

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Ask compilation: Mommy issues, Hair Stew, spicy blood, and some vague art advice from a guy with no formal art education.

Been a minute since I did one of these!

Thank you all for your messages and for your patience, as always I'm incredibly sorry that I can't reply to all of you!

DU drow saved Arabella in act 1 and obviously helped her out in act 2. He's surprisingly soft on (most*) kids and always has been, even as a Bhaalist (though he did consider them all Murders In The Making back then).

Arabella is no different. He thought her efforts to stop the druid's ritual were comically charming and appreciated how much Arabella seemed to successfully look after herself. They got along really well while she was around, though she probably spent more time with the more "approachable" party members at DU drow's own insistence.

And he is just biased towards less domesticated animals! Dogs are fine but DU drow appreciates cat's knack for self-sufficiency more. Also, they are pretty and elegant creatures - both things he enjoys in animals as well as people.

As for favorite cat, Malta. Easily.

First of all, interesting question!

It's a mixture of both. I draw conclusions from stuff I observed (Astarion's ass grabbing and confidence during sex, The Dark Urge's entire characterization, the obvious oral fixated vampire connection, Orin's barefootness) and more minute stuff that's already based of off personal headcanons I have - but of course, its all pretty limited to things I can personally stomach. I'm not necessarily into the same things they are, but I can get them, if that makes sense.

And thank you so much!

How dare you. He's clearly a Foetus man.

I'm really glad you like her!!! I honestly love that scenario even more than I thought I would and have a lot of plans to draw more of it.

And potentially! I honestly hadn't thought about that, but I think female elves do tend to be a little shorter than the males, so she might shrink down to 5'8, 5'9 or something. Kind of a negligible difference because I would still like for her to be a pretty tall woman.

The epilogue party isn't really a "canon" event to his story, since it wasn't out when i finished the game and - and while very satisfying from a gameplay POV, I don't find it narratively interesting.

BUT his epilogue party would look pretty full save for Halsin, Karlach and Lae'zel. We'd have a God Gale, a Selunite-ish Shadowheart and a Blade of Frontiers Wyll - as well as Spawn Astarion, obviously. I Haven't given it much thought, admittedly! And there isn't much reason to do so since A Novel Experience serves as the Actual epilogue to me.

He puts the blame for Yenna's death wholly on Orin. It's one of those things he avoids reflecting on entirely and Yenna's name will probably never leave his mouth again. Considering he allowed her into camp and personally failed to convince Orin to spare her life at the temple, I think it's a guilt too difficult to circumvent, were he to entertain it.

Because he has a father figure already, which left room to fantasize about an idealized maternal one. It's also his bias towards femme people.

Hello!

Unfortunately I can't give you an easy answer for this one. I have drawn a lot and for a long time, and I've always enjoyed dynamic poses and put a whole lot of effort into capturing motion in a way I'm satisfied with - and often I STILL feel as if certain aspects of my art are stiff!

I think working on being a little "looser" with one's art and playing with lineart weight helps tremendously. Understand things like foreground/background division can also help to give your art dimension, and inevitably that movement you are looking for. Unfortunately, I'm self taught and not very educated on the matter myself 😅 I can do it, but explaining or teaching it is something else entirely.

It dips in his stew 😔

The usual pet names! Darling, Lover, Sweetheart, he's been known to let a "baby boy" slip out. DU drow is more known for the literal name-calling.

.... And neither of them is a "daddy" person, for sure.

He has no idea and he thinks that's pretty damn funny. He likes how his dick looks, and he is kind of glad that he gets to enjoy it without having any memory of how it got to be that way - he's definitely assuming Bizarre Sex Accident, though.

He will eat whatever is available without complaint if he has to for survival, but he does enjoy a nicely prepared dish! From rustic home-cooking to the gourmet dining. He's most definitely fond of onions - as well as meat, fat, and heavy seasoning. I don't know what that means for the way his blood tastes, maybe it makes it specially hearty... Which Astarion might like, based on his Spicy Food comment in act 1.

Either way Astarion does not feed on him after the campaign is over, so that's not something they have to worry about!

He's.... Okay with Minsc. He definitely doesn't take him too seriously but they've had fleeting moments of meat-head-like understanding between the two of them, not that DU drow would ever admit to it. He kind of sees him as Jaheira's beefy pet.

He is profoundly suspicious of Boo.

This ask was a little buried in my inbox, so I hope you have been able to secure work since then! Patreon subscription completely aside.

That's a tough question because there is definitely a degree of luck involved. I'd say find your niche - be that a genre, character, or fandom - and then find the niche within that niche you feel comfortable in and where you can meet people of similar interests, and who might be interested in your art. Don't go in making selling pitches, obviously, actually try to make friends and lift each other up.

At that point, if you're both persistent (-in your craft, NOT in chasing after validation!) you will be able to sell a few commissions or get a few bites on patreon or a similar platform! After that, its a matter of letting your work speak for itself.

This is very simplified of course, and a summary of a process that usually takes many many years to develop unless, once again, you get very lucky. But I do think persistence and passion tends to reward folks who stick with it!

I know some artists use advertisement and reel trends on instagram to get more eyes on their work as well, and I've seen a few get a lot of success from it, but unfortunately I don't know anything about that side of things.

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Do you have any RSA headcanons? Love your blog btw ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Thank you, thank you 💞

A popularish speculation I've seen regarding RSA is that the school and the people associated with it aren't actually as squeaky clean as they appear and actually have a very sinister side to them. While I do think this is an interesting idea to explore, I genuinely don't think this is canon. (Think about what that would do for Vil and Neige's conflict in book 5; by making Neige a "villain", it strips book 5 of its nuance and would position Vil as the one in clearly in the right.) So when I talk about my headcanons, I will NOT be considering that fan theory.

I'll be honest though 💦 I don't think about RSA a ton, so I have way fewer ideas and the ones I do have aren't super fleshed out. Here's a handful:

There are also 7 dorms at RSA, each mirroring the Great Seven-inspired ones at NRC and upholding different values. For example, Ignihyde's equivalent might feature the Son of the Thunder God (Hercules) or the Thunder God (Zeus) himself, and maybe they value courage/bravery or the strength of one’s heart.

Cooperation and friendship is promoted and integrated in many aspects of campus life. For example, a lot of courses involve group projects and it's part of RSA athletic club culture to do group chants before a sporting match.

... The staff at RSA actually give a shit and intervene quickly if trouble arises among their students, LOL (as opposed to NRC staff, who either scold + assign punishment or just leave the students to resolve the problems on their own).

The students are such good sports... Like, they'll go up and offer hugs and handshakes to the NRC students (who only stare at them with expressions twisting from disgust).

The Seven Dwarves and Neige are almost always seen together. Everyone knows they're the bestest of friends!

Neige is influential in his own dorm due to his status as a celebrity, even if he doesn't hold a formal title.

Chenya is also infamous around campus. He's known as a lax, easygoing guy that speaks in tongues and pulls the occasional prank.

Chenya's dorm leader is constantly daydreaming and getting lost; because of this, it's usually one of his duties to find them and lead them home. Yes, I have a twisted Alice OC that I barely talk about and I am giving them a cameo here--

When RSA students visit NRC, they are greeted with hate and get chased off campus. When NRC students visit RSA, they're welcomed warmly and even offered snacks. Big contrast between them.

Getting hired as staff at RSA is extremely competitive (this is somewhat confirmed in Trein's Strict Suit vignettes).

Most students love to sing and dance. Stepping onto RSA campus feels like walking into a Disney live action musical (but like... a GOOD Disney live action musical). The Theatre Club also boasts a high membership.

The campus newspaper has a section dedicated to naming a Good Samaritan of the edition, as many of its student body engage in charity work or are just generally nice.

Like NRC, there are black sheep amid the students. I like to imagine these are usually students inspired by Disney characters that have bad intentions but present themselves as good people (such as twist villains).

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Just Friends (König x F!Reader)

How to Escape the Friendzone 2/4 (Word count 5.3 k)

Summary: König is a horny, creepy killing machine obsessed with a shy, kind reader who has a raging knife kink.

Tags/warnings: 🔞 Eventual smut, eventual violence, angst, dark romance, canon divergence. Crack treated seriously. Yandere undertones, implied stalking, panty stealing, major character death, size kink, voyeurism, possessive sex, twisted, fluffy feelings. Loner boy/gentle girl dynamic. Protective!Obsessive!Top!König. Reader works as a cleaner at the base. She is described to have hair and prefers to wear dresses off work. Not safe or sane but mostly consensual.

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Massive arms go about her as she's pulled against a lean chest. It's an awkward, tense hug. He smells of open air and coppice, with a whiff of acrid sweat on top as she lays her head somewhere between the bumps of muscle of a warm chest.

Not even the body heat makes him appear more human: his heart is not pounding as fast as she thought it would after making it clear he would score some tonight.

She fears she's dealing with a sociopath. Might even be a psychopath.

"Are you still afraid?"

"I don't know." Her breaths are everything but steady as she inhales the intoxicating scent of a madman.

"Don't be scared. I will only hurt those who wish to hurt you."

His pledge renders her weak; it makes her legs shake. She gets far more than she bargained for when pulling him in to give her a little late-night comfort.

Friends with benefits is a situation bad enough, but this is not okay. The guy's fixation seems boundless, and if she tries to wriggle out of this… relationship and starts seeing someone else, it might end up in König scrubbing the potential future love interest's guts off his shoes.

And something in the idea isn't even wholly appalling.

Good God…

"I don't want you to hurt anyone," she whispers like it isn't his day-to-day job – to hurt and kill people. She is on the verge of collapsing to the floor and stays upright only because he holds her in authoritarian embrace.

"Little angel, it's what I do." He releases her only enough to bow his head and look into her eyes. His stare betrays slight distaste. Those eyes are calm mirrors of how can someone be so naive.

"You come to me if someone is mean to you," he orders in a stern voice that makes her feel faint.

"Alright," she breathes a fluent little lie. He's satisfied with her answer, however, and presses her head back against him with effortless control.

She imagines him knifing someone with a listless stare from sparing a glance her way; she fantasizes him strangling some chauvinistic moron in the darkness after they have been "mean" to her. Quickening breaths betray her sick thoughts to him because he pulls her even closer. She can feel the enormous cock pressing against her body with a promise of violence.

"Angel… I wish you would stop teasing me."

"Yeah?" Her laugh is restrained, and her heart is racing inside her chest – like it's some kind of a good idea to have a heart attack while a murderous psycho turning into a boyfriend is in the same room with her. "Where's the fun in that…?"

"Do you always tease men like this?"

"No," she swallows a mouthful of woodland and musk. "Just you."

"Hm."

"König… Can I see your face?"

The man finally seems to find his reserve again. He detaches from her, and she can hear the audible gulp inside the hood.

"Maybe later."

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other like he usually does when he's a bit nervous. Probably to ease the discomfort from still being forced into those pants with such an astoundingly large, swelling erection, too.

She can't come up with anything that might explain why the man is so uncomfortable with showing his face. From the small glimpse she saw in the showers, everything looked completely normal. There is some other reason why he wants to wear the mask, most likely some mental block, and she would simply have to wait until he's ready and willing to take it off.

"How about a kiss?"

He doesn't shake his head or escape her as she hesitantly steps toward him and raises a hand to the hem of his hood.

"If I just…"

He does nothing as she starts to raise the mask. The look in his eyes is somewhat haunted, though.

She lifts it just enough to reveal a clean-shaven chin and a pair of thin, tightly shut lips. She briefly notices that there's a scar on his jaw before his mouth opens to call her in. They're polar opposites of each other: she feels breathless and limp when their lips meet while he's a statue of rigid power. Even his mouth is tense as she catches his bottom lip between hers and tries to soften that immortal stiffness. Distant notes of hops catch her tongue just before he pulls her back into a crushing hug.

The guy is not the most perfect kisser. He's very avid, though. In fact, his eagerness is what makes it a scary experience, what makes the kiss clumsy. He smashes his lips on hers with force, then opens his mouth so wide she fears he will devour half her face.

The ungloved hands slide down her back and cup her ass. He's gentle, but she still feels like she's levitating, half an inch above the ground from his groping. He moans like they are already having sex, but before she can disconnect herself from the violent kiss, he does it for her.

"I want to fuck you," he pants across her lips, eyes half-lidded and drunk. "Can I fuck you?"

The man has no conception of how to dance these dances. He simply declares his wish to shove his junk inside her and kill those who might do her harm. She feels dizzy in his arms, like dew that will evaporate under too much heat.

"Yeah, yes," she tries to sound sane, although there's nothing sane about this.

So much for being just friends or being nothing at all…

Her heart is beating faster and faster; it wants to rend itself out of her chest. She feels ample sweat between her thighs, then realizes it's only her own wetness that has broken through the cotton of her underwear. The dress is so tight in the middle that she can't simply try and throw it over her head, and the buttons at the front seem to have suddenly become too big to slip through the holes.

He doesn't take any of his clothes off while watching her undress. The instant she opens her whimsical veil of blooms, he moves close and shoves the fabric down her shoulders so that it drops sadly on the floor. Then he flicks a knife out.

Shit… Shit what the fuck–

"No–Don't–!"

The blade is forced with a flat surface under the middle of her bra. He pulls the fabric away, turns the blade - it's a miracle she's not bleeding by the time he cuts through the center front like it's butter. Her breasts fall free, and the destroyed lingerie hangs cheaply on the side before it gets dragged away too. She looks at his work, her exposed tits and the crude, fat knife he swiftly returns to its sheath.

"That was my favorite br–ah…"

The man is terrifying, even when he sinks to his knees. He dives for her breasts, licks the undersides and sucks her nipples like he's famished. Her head rolls back, and she feels fainter still as he gropes her like she's his toy, chews a nipple until she shudders and cries in pain. Then he goes down, down, panting hot breaths on her skin as he goes, the hood grazing and tickling her skin.

His hands shake slightly as he tears down the last piece of covering fabric from between her legs. She can't even step out of the briefs before a blazing tongue is pushed to her clit, all but delicately.

Perhaps he's not a virgin, but he's not a veteran, either – still, it draws a filthy moan out of her.

She has to take support from his head to prevent herself from falling when the tongue simply forces its way between her legs. It curls to meet her folds, slick with her wet. She knows she's practically leaking at this point, and hears how he licks his lips.

"Of course the angel tastes like heaven too," he rasps in her mound, sounding rather��� bitter. Almost annoyed.

She thinks it's only the beginning, but he suddenly rises like a Kraken from the sea, like a Godzilla about to destroy an entire city.

"Get on the bed. All fours."

She chokes the whimper that tries to escape her, then turns and crawls onto the bed as if they are running out of time. His urgency is hers now, and she presents herself to him, waiting for the man to thrust in without remorse, but it's his mouth she feels first.

"Uh–Oh my god…"

He licks her with a flat tongue, torturously slow while she's on display. They're long, profound sweeps, as if he wants to sample her rather than give her pleasure. Although he does give her an immense amount of it.

She falls on her elbows, face down on the bed, exposing more of herself to him in the process. Her pussy has been neglected for so long that the feel of his hot tongue on her is absolutely breathtaking, thigh-shaking. She pushes herself back a little, lets him taste his own medicine for once.

And of course it only makes him more unhinged.

"You're wet like a…" he laughs a short, dry laugh straight into her folds, and she finally whimpers at the sound. "You want it so bad?"

"Yes…?"

It's a sad little confession but more than enough for him. He freezes behind her, and something in the way the air shifts tells her he has risen and is now standing high above her as she's in this crudely vulnerable position.

"I've made you wet this whole time?"

She snivels, opens her eyes, closes them…

"Yes," she sobs in the bed, nearly topples, but he grabs her ass and keeps her in place.

"Ach du lieber Himmel…"

She pants and cries in the sheets, but the sobering silence lasts only for so long.

The sound of a belt being opened shoots her skin full of goosebumps. Only a few seconds later, the fat tip of his cock is swept across her folds: it probes for a second, then slides in.

"A-ah–"

"Scheiße… So tight…"

He hisses and goes all the way in – the journey is long and torturous as he stretches her wide. The thickness only grows at the base, his balls are already tight as they arrive to press against her.

And mercy is not at the top of his list as he realizes she has denied her need and therefore, his. He starts to sail inside her, back and forth, in and out, like it's his job, too. It's total torture. She might just pass out before this is over.

"You little tease…" He seizes control of her hips while using her as his own personal fleshlight. The noise of wet, slick fucking is deafening. The pace is upped soon, and he has to use strength to hold her in place while ramming her from standing while she tries to hold on for her dear life and hold onto the sheets.

"Not so fast, König," she whimpers into her pillow, but he won't listen. The pace is frantic, and his thrusts are deep; he fucks her with despair, with anguish-driven, starved thrusts born from greed.

Nothing has ever felt so good, nothing.

"Just friends, eh?"

She has a hard time deciphering whether he is happy or mad. His voice is pitchy, and she knows, she just knows that he sounds equally as unglued on his missions. Perhaps that's why people rarely talk to him.

"Don't–don't be angry…"

"No? Say that you want me," he commands somewhere behind her, desperation coating the air with pungent sweat and musky arousal. "Say it–say it–"

"I want you," she finally cries, and it feels like an absolution. An amnesty. Remission of sin.

There's panting and frantic sound of slaps of flesh against flesh behind her. The air all around is pure electricity. It makes her quiver and throb and squeeze: him, the sheets, anything and everything.

"I will bring you flowers every morning and fuck you every night. Ja?"

His length is the only thing she can focus on; all else dissolves into a hazy mist. The cock glides in her like he's oiling a gun part, and he could ask her to kill someone and she would only say–

"Yes, yes."

He slides in and out with less and less control, moans and grunts with every thrust now. She's already past the point of no return, even though the orgasm keeps hovering right beyond her reach. She only needs a few more minutes. Or maybe just one...

"König… Not...so–fast…"

He answers something in German, an annoyed string of words she has no clue what they mean. He's probably just swearing profoundly.

"Get...what you deserve..."

That's the only thing she can flesh out from the English that follows. He finally finds some mercy with a choked groan and tries to slow down a little. It's even worse when he does that. He pulls almost completely out, then sinks back in, agonizingly lazy, and that does it: the full length of his giant cock slipping inside her without effort makes her walls clench.

"Oh God…" Her back is arching, her toes are curling, a tight cry disappears somewhere in the pillow, and he won't stop with the – "Oh–fuck–!"

"Yeah," he cheers her on as she screams, cries in the sheets while his cock swims in her. His hands dig into her hips, and she barely has brains left to think it might leave bruises. The orgasm comes in waves, shakes, and he won't let go even when she's only a heap of throbbing, soaking flesh and rapture.

And it's not the end; quite the contrary. He continues to fuck her with abandon: balls slap against her with every jab; they must be covered in her juice at this point, making the sound of sloppy thrusts utterly obscene. She's able to stay in a face-down, ass-up position only because he's holding her there for his cock.

The grunts turn into a wide, thick groan as he approaches the edge as well. The pace slows down almost to a halt before he comes.

"Jetzt…kommt–" he groans through gritted teeth, voice all taut while he grinds through his release. It's a multitude of deep, oddly paced thrusts, a sad attempt to get everything he can, and she's still like a wet gulf sucking him in.

The last throes are sluggish, the madness starts to pass, and she feels like every bone has left her body. There is nothing solid left when the man slowly relents and settles somewhere deep inside her. She can hear how he pants with his mouth open, and it sounds painful, wet, almost drooly. Then he swallows with a breathless gulp, slips out, and lets her go.

She immediately falls forward - topples, crashes, crawls on the bed, tries to rearrange what's left.

Just friends...

Yep.

He crashes somewhere beside her, spent and out of breath. The front of his shirt is covered in sweat; the air is filled with the stale scent of musk and saline sweat and pure, mad sex. She can barely catch a glimpse of the slick, glistening length of him. It feels like a miracle that this thing has been inside her. It’s not that it’s monstrously thick: it’s simply long, curving a little to the side, lean and aggressive even when growing soft.

"You play with fire, Engel. Why did you make me wait so long?"

The masked killer beside her is panting but satisfied for now, and turns his head to look at her. She has to muster all her courage to look back.

"I'm…a bit shy."

"You're perfect," he declares while watching her in her sex daze and ruin. So, at least he's not angry. He finally looks… normal, even with that absurd hood still on, with that intoxicated, admiring stare in his eyes. The ice in his blues has turned into melting snow.

"I noticed you the minute I arrived here."

She can't prevent a hand from reaching out at that, from splaying fingers over his chest.

"I noticed you too," she whispers back before moving closer to snuggle him. His heart is finally thumping in his chest, right under her cheek – from the late exercise or their closeness, she can't tell. A heavy arm goes around her, pressing her further into the nook of his armpit.

"You remind me of one of my knives," he says while holding her close.

Oh good God…

"You are a butterfly knife girl."

"Oh?"

"Ja. Small and cute and a lot of fun. And I can't get enough of you."

So much for getting rid of the man after getting some d. God, what was wrong with her? Any other woman would have put up some boundaries, perhaps gotten a restraining order by now.

"Is it… a good knife?" Her voice comes out as an annoying squeal, and he pulls her closer, ever closer.

"I mainly use it for playing."

She wets her lips in an attempt to calm herself, to comfort herself. She’s just another plaything for a murderer whose hunger seems endless, even if he’s more civil now. Still, she fears this man is only after sex and violence. Her little dresses and petite lingerie won't stand a chance against such brutality.

"What knife are you…?"

"Classic Glock field knife. Tall and ugly."

Behind the thin veil of indifference, there's pride. It borders on arrogance. She catches a dash of bitterness, too: field knives don't pair well with butterflies, perhaps.

"König, you're not ugly," she breaks their odd cuddle to look at him. "This sounds like a trustworthy knife to me."

He looks back at her with an even warmer tinge to the glacier of his eyes.

"It is. You cannot hope for a more loyal blade."

Her gaze drops somewhere in the darkness of his shirt. He's pledging himself for the second time to her, and it causes another storm inside her head. There's warmth on her cheeks, too.

"You are cute when you blush," he observes with pleased tranquility.

Perhaps... Perhaps he doesn't want to hurt things he finds cute.

Perhaps he will take care of them, like he takes care of his knives.

It still takes some getting used to that he allows his hood to be lifted just enough to push his tongue inside her mouth or pussy but taking it off to show his face is too much. She is lying there with him in an odd post-coital dream, thoroughly naked while he's still fully dressed. But she doesn't feel cold, not when pressed against his blazing form like this.

"Did you nick my underwear?" She asks out of the blue, and the hand stroking her waist stops in the middle of an idle caress.

"I might have," he admits without a single ounce of remorse in his voice.

"König… That's not cool," she says, knowing he can hear the lack of scolding in her voice.

"You want them back?"

"I… Gosh. Yes, that would be nice."

What a pervert.

"Or... Nevermind. Keep them," she sighs, trying to brush off the fact that the underwear in question wasn't even clean. "Do you steal women's underwear often?"

"No. Just yours."

A laugh meant to convey her shock is far too laced with joy to make it clear that she finds his deeds preposterous. She simply fails at every turn in trying to express that she's a decent woman. He knows it now, probably saw it long ago; that she's the perfect cheval glass to his perversions.

The hand on her hips moves to caress her thigh, and the drowsy stare observes her with growing mischief.

"Ready to go again?"

"Whuh–Again…?"

He takes her hand and moves it right over his cock. It's lean and demanding, and pulses under her palm.

Tall and ugly, she thinks while her walls dare to throb with hunger.

"You make me hard," he says, almost as a whisper, "all the time."

Jesus… There was definitely no rulebook when it came to this guy.

She gets to watch from the bed how he gives her a show as the man finally decides it's time to take his clothes off. The shirt is the first one to go: it flies somewhere on the floor while he holds on to his hood. The sculpted muscle looks even bigger up close, and the plates are covered with thin hair. It runs thicker below the navel, and his thighs are pure power: they surround the sleek length of his cock like trunks of strength when he finally gets himself out of those pants.

The v-shape of his upper body is something she will never get over. Broad shoulders shrink and curve into narrow hips which in turn swell into powerful thighs, and while perhaps this guy wouldn't win the gold medal at a fitness competition – judged by the way he's lean and athletic but not low fat ripped – he certainly is the most beautiful man she has ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on. He's a demigod with his herculean strength, a titan who's too big for the world of mortals. A tormented Samson who will never be tamed with treachery or tricks.

The bed sags as he crawls back to her like the gentlest predator. Her legs open wide to receive him – a classic missionary feels like the most intimate choice after the faceless pounding she received earlier. He gathers her legs as he proceeds: forces them up, up, almost next to her arms until he's hovering over her exposed pussy.

She should've known that some boring missionary wouldn't satisfy this man at all.

Her eyes drop to her legs and what's between them: she's in no position to do much of anything, but as the tip of his cock – smooth, pristine velvet – slides across her wet folds once more, she rather helplessly tries to drive her hips up to meet him.

It's like she's drunk or in a dream. The scene is wild and filthy: she's plump and spread open, ready for the taking, thighs almost in her ears as he draws his hips back and finds her opening.

"Please be gentle," she begs with a whisper. He halts for a while to lock gazes with her rabbit stare.

"You are pretty when you beg, little one. But I would never hurt you."

She swallows, and her lips part – his gaze instantly falls on her mouth, then raises back to her eyes, gentle and painstakingly ardent. He's close, so terribly close – and not just physically. Her thighs quiver with anticipation as the thick velvet slides in.

Holy fuck–

She savors the spread, and he's gentle, like he promised. The groan that erupts from inside the hood above makes her walls ache. He's so merciful this time, and she wishes to lift the black veil that still keeps them apart, to see his face as he takes her, to see that scar on his jaw and how his mouth hangs open with hunger, just like hers…

His cock comes out all wet – she can hear it – before plunging right back in, and it makes her mewl.

"Oh God…" Her eyes shut tight from the sensation of being so filled. She's even more starved than she thought. It's scary, far scarier than the mass murderer above and inside her.

"You like that?"

He's breathing heavy, and she knows he's looking at her, the distorting face of pleasure, the way she's biting her lip. Tears try to force themselves out from the passionate, featherbrained proximity, from being so tightly knitted together, like a bunch of happy, overstimulated nerves.

"Look at me," he orders, and she opens her eyes like they're under his command and not hers.

"You like it like this?"

She nods with tears in her eyes, and he won't stop looking at her like she's his most prized possession.

"Gut. I will make you scream again."

The man's dreamy stare follows every twitch of a lip, every bat of an eyelash. She looks down briefly to escape that love – the sight of the long thickness disappearing in her while she is so crudely open for him makes her feel dizzy, even when she's lying down.

Some pillow princess…

"Sehr schön," he comments while watching her face which must look like that of a dumb, anesthetized doll. His cock has that effect, and now that he's hovering over her, staring into her soul while filling her, it makes everything even more painful because it's sweet. She's under lazy waves, and decent men seem the most boring thing on earth right now.

"You like my knives?"

"Ah–what…?"

"You stared when I played with my knife."

She knows he has caught her staring more than once and bites her lip again not to blurt out how she had stared when he had played with... other things as well.

"Mh, yeah… It was beautiful."

"You're beautiful."

The sudden waves of intimacy leave her fragile and weak. His stare is nothing short of a caress. She is open and helpless for him to pound to his heart's content, but he's gentle, bordering on loving...

"I can teach you how to play with them."

Jesus Christ, this dude is just crazy.

"Uh-huh," she agrees to it with her mouth hanging open from the overload of sensation. The lewd sound of his cum pushing out of her with every thrust is an obscene background music for this – or any – conversation.

"I have a collection."

Why the hell would he be talking about his knife collection in the middle of–

"I own at least fifty knives. I can show you all of them if you come to my room."

His gaze is at least as piercing as his cock, and she realizes how serious this is: knives are his life. He finds them beautiful too, he collects them and cares for them. They're a profession, but they're also the most important thing in his world.

Knives are his essence.

And he had likened her to a butterfly knife...

"S-sure."

The sound from where they are joined rises to a sluggish crescendo: drowsy, filthy claps of flesh on soaked flesh. He makes her sick and well at the same time: he drags her to hell and raises her to heaven. He's the remedy and the curse. He plays with her like he plays with his knives: ravenous, entranced, obsessed.

She tries to concentrate on too many things at once: that intoxicating voice, the memory of him playing with death, the cock plunging inside her over and over again, making warmth pool below. She imagines him killing people with his collection, picking his tool for the day. He's not the only lunatic here because even the very thought makes her tight around him.

"You are close?"

"König… Just–" she whispers on the cusp of a deeper, soul-rending orgasm.

"You like it when I talk about knives?"

She breathes laboriously and tries to hang onto the last bits of her sanity, but he knows her, knows her already. He weighs down on her until her thighs come to rest right next to her breasts. He's plowing her in a crude angle, indecent and deep. It's vulgar, and she loves it; loves the way he stares at her, all helpless under him.

"Please, I'm gonna–"

"I can show you my guns too."

Ohmygod–

"I'm gonn–ah–!"

She shatters, her walls clench; her pussy sucks him like he's hard candy.

“Sieh dir das an… You were made for me.”

"Nh– Please…"

Her head tosses on the pillow as if in a dream. She's fathomless, and going to pass out, the cock inside her makes her eyes roll back in her head until she sees white, the color of saints.

"Shy girl… Beg for it."

The voice that answers his command is not that of a shy girl; it's not hers at all. She hears it from underwater, and her reality consists solely of the man filling her, spreading her, transforming her from an angel into something deliciously wicked.

Please, just–

It's not her voice, and yet it does sound everything like her. It begs, mewls a plea after the other in a string of helpless little whimpers.

Don't stop, please pleaseplease…

"Besser als jedes Messer…" he rasps, more darkly now. "You drive me crazy, Engel."

A chant arises in her head: she has sinned and there's no turning back. He feels far better than any promise of heaven. She could never have guessed that being cast out would feel so good.

His release comes with a tight rip, he goes taut like in that shower, only ten times more desperate. The hiss under the hood turns into a pained, strained roar of a grunt. The first time was foreplay, a quick one: this is true release. She almost hopes she would faint as the whole body of the Austrian titan goes hard as a rock. She couldn't be more spent and used, and still, her pussy answers his godly essence by clenching around him, pulling him in like he's the best man there is.

The man of her dreams, the man from her worst nightmares...

His eyes are liquid, the waterline twitches. She sees behind the walls, a millisecond's worth of fragility before his head drops, and the muscles are released from the violent trance. Broad shoulders cage her in like she's suddenly deep inside a mountain pass. Spent and dead and gone, there's no hurry any longer: he is buried deep inside and throbs whatever leftovers he has to give her.

She's filled to the brim, crushed under his weight, banished: and it's only delicious, the feeling of her body disappearing somewhere in the depths of the bed he has plowed her into. She waits dutifully as the man gathers himself, even gets brave enough to touch him. The masked face is buried somewhere in her neck, and his stomach ripples with a few shivers as her hand runs down his spine.

"I want to do this every day," he declares softly while panting through the thick fabric of his self-made shield. She feels pure horror and thrill in her chest.

To do this every day… She will eventually break, like a toy that has been used too much. She's not made of steel like those butterfly knives used mainly for playing.

"König, this is crazy… We're crazy," she tries to put into words the unholy mess raging inside her. He snorts before releasing her from the absurd position. The weight of him leaves her empty as he pulls out, then drags his way beside her to gather her back into his arms.

"Don't be ashamed, little one," he coos through the mask. "You don't have to pretend with me."

Two rounds of intense sex have liberated him, the manic terror has turned into a strange compassion. The look in his eyes is magnanimous and tender, almost droopy. She feels weightless and timid, an angel once more.

"We belong together, you and I," he states with conviction that sends sweet dread inside her heart. "Don't worry. You will never be lonely again."

Her fate is sealed, and she fears a big, fat knife will cut her heartstrings too if she tries to escape his protection. Her jaw trembles at the prospect of him returning to her every day to fuck her bare after an adrenaline high on the field. She sees a future of tears and sweat and cum, a beast lulled into sleep amidst a withering sea of flowers and torn lace.

She tries to find the right words, hopes he will be swift and merciful in his execution.

König, please…

It's not the hood, it's–

"Everyone fears me," he sighs beside her. "I'm glad you don't."

[coffee-fueled-cookie]

Do you think each of the members of the club have a certain "type" or preference in women?

While canonically in the comic, they're blatantly leaning towards being heterosexual, I am gonna answer this kinda gender neutral leaning, or mayhaps a little more broadly. If you don't end up liking it or would rather something specifically for women then my inbox is always open :)

(Also! Unless you ask for otherwise, I usually write for the boys' pre-epilouge)

Bill Dickey

What he thinks his type is, is someone that'll lean on him and rely on him, he thinks what he wants is a partner that doesn't just see him as some immature dork but rather a dependable person, a macho guy that can lead the way

But that's because that's how he always sees himself, leader of the club, leader of the daily itinerary, all of it

Except that isn't it at all, he's just bitchy and whiney enough that things go his way

So REALLY his type, if he ever got some, would be someone that doesn't let him just do whatever he wants

Does that mean he's gonna lay on his back and just take being pushed down? No, not really. He'll honestly even expect them to play sweet and subservient until provoked

But trust he's red-faced, flustered, and enjoying it the whoooollee time

As for looks, his judgemental attitude and prejudice would really limit his ability to enjoy himself and have a partner that's genuine

I'm gonna be honest though, if he were chill, he'd probably like someone tall and broad

Josh Levy

I'm biased. His type is Becca/j

Jokes aside, Josh's type would genuinely be someone who drives him crazy, a person that can stick in his head late at night

Someone who wants him badly, he doesn't even care

Someone who is self-assured and confident but not entitled or bossy (cough, bill, cough)

A person that knows what they want and when they want it, but isn't putting other people down to get it

That being said... put him down

He, for sure, doesn't strive to be the dominant one

Yeah, he is the house wife, sorry guys

If anything, he'll probably care more about anniversaries, holidays, gifts, being sweet, more than his own partner

Then again, he is a yearner

so maybe it's just built into him

I've got the headcanon that even though both of his parents are happily present, he's always been a mama's boy

So... do with that what you will, idk

Jerry Stokes

Seeing as Jerry is literally the only one with two love interests mentioned (Agnes and Mandi), we can already see what type be has

While with Agnes, she was this shy, sweet girl (I'm reaching, she was only mentioned in one panel) it aligns pretty well with who Jerry was at that time

Shy, maybe sweet?, softly spoken, the works

But with Mandi, who is outspoken and confident, Jerry looks to be adopting those traits as well, especially when he walks out

But consistently, we can see one common thing

He wants someone who has the same passions and interests as him

Sometimes opposites attract, you don't have to have the same interests as your partner

But for Jerry, I believe it's something he ultimately aims for. He wants someone who understands him and can talk with him, especially because his own friends won't bother to understand

He doesn't care so much about the external personality. Whether you're shy and soft or confident and loud, it's that inside. That passion, especially in similar interests and wants, is what attracts him

Pete Dinunzio

I truly believe the relationship won't work unless you guys actively enjoy the same things

Like, could he date someone who doesn't like what he likes? Yeah, sure, of course

But it probably won't be endgame because horror and gore and makeup sfx is his life

The zombie crawl would be a date. If you can't handle that, then oh man, he's hanging up his hat

DOESN'T HELP HE'S SO HEATED ABOUT IT

Like, omg, you have a singular differing opinion on monster or gore culture, then it's gonna drive him nuts

Aside from that, he'd also like a partner that can joke and be goofy or enjoy when he's goofy (even if it's at your own expense sometimes 😒)

His type consists of people more his style, grungy, gothic, alternative

Battle broads/j

Someone with tattoos, piercings, he's all for it

I would say a simple guy but... mmm, idk

[strangelysilver]

He does NOT like Will? It's clear as glass never looked at Will with love, only happiness, meanwhile you have the MILEVEN pizzeria scene and the van scene, he CLEARLY looks at Will that way because of EL

Look, Mike's gazes with Will or El can be as romantic or platonic as you want to interpret them. I personally don't really use facial expressions as proof towards a ship. They're more of a fun, cute thing to make GIF sets of.

What DOES convince me of a ship is when the narrative arcs of a story are set up in a way that only makes sense if that ship is endgame. And that's what I think Byler has.

Will's painting lie is a Chekhov's gun.

Will pushing Mike and El together makes him a Cyrano.

Mike's odd behavior towards Will has to be addressed, and there are not many plot reasons why a guy might be suddenly hesitant to express affection to his childhood best friend.

Mike saying "we're friends, we're friends" when Will wasn't implying anything more is potentially one of the most common romance tropes of all time.

Season 4 ends with Mike and Will promising each other to work as a team, and then the final shot shows them paired up alongside the show's canon couples.

El wants to feel normal, and Mike views her as a superhero. Mike wants to feel needed, and El's journey throughout the series has been to become independent and to develop herself from a lab kid with no sense of self into someone SHE wants to be, not what someone else wants her to be.

Will is in love with MIKE. It's not just that he's gay and afraid that his best friend will shun him for it, it's specifically written that he's in love with Mike. The writers didn't need to do that if just wanted the conflict to be Mike potentially being homophobic.

Going back to the painting, letting a gay kid successfully sacrifice his feelings to push a straight relationship together is a terrible message in a show about social outcasts and rejects.

Usually, a heartfelt confession of love is used to dramatically save the day. But Mike's big monologue... didn't. The ending of Season 4 is simply not what you would expect after one of those kinds of world-saving love speeches.

Mike and El are not talking after the monologue. Why would this be true, if the monologue was the major turning point in their relationship? Narratively, it should have brought them closer together, but it didn't.

El says that Mike makes her feel like a monster, that he thinks she's a monster. Will says that Mike makes him feel like less of a mistake, like maybe he isn't one.

Sorry, I have to mention the monologue again. As you mentioned, Mike looks happy with El when they're at the pizza place-- they're talking and laughing. So why is it that after the monologue, after Mike finally tells her what she has been begging for him to say for half a season, El is no longer talking to him?

The audience KNOWS that Mike isn't homophobic. There is an entire scene in Season 1 where he shoves one of his bullies in front of the entire school, despite knowing that he's going to suffer for it, because the bully was making fun of Will by calling him queer. So why else has there been so much build up around Will's inevitable coming out? Like I said earlier, this is compounded by the fact that Will is specifically and intentionally in love with Mike. Why make it such a huge plot thread?

This is already way too long, so I'll cut it there. But I hope I made it clear that it's not the glances or the plentiful parallels to canon couples or the scene direction (though there is some compelling and interesting evidence in that area) that convinced me of Byler happening. There is no debating that Byler's relationship has been built up for three seasons, but I wasn't even a romantic Byler believer until I watched Season 4. It was Season 4 that made me realize that there is no other satisfying narrative ending.

[ohai-there]

post canon SVSSS x minato hokage era naruto crossover where it's scumplane (bcos i love scumplane) heading to the elemental nations on official business for some reason or another (maybe theres a barrier between their lands to prevent leakage of spiritual energy or somethign) SJ hates being alive purely because it means he's in SQH's debt for ripping him out of SQQ's body that Shen Yuan was inhabiting and reviving SJ (because SY decided to fuck off and live his best life as the demon emperor's wife and Cang Qiong NEEDS a peak lord for Qing Jing)

canonically immortals are extremely beautiful (even SQH is described as a 'proper' face iirc) and SJ is like TOP TIER beauty, but also immortals are sometimes described to have faces 'carved from jade' so I imagine when they step into immortality, they no longer have micro expressions and have like... crazy control over their facial muscles - so it kinda freaks out the ninjas, because the only emotions they can see is exactly what scumplane want them to see (SJ - disgust, usually. SQH - cowardice/flattery)

Scumplane also have 0 sense of danger when it comes to shinobi - they're immortals and old (lets say this is an indetermined amount of time after canon wraps up) so things like mundane steel and mortal poisons mean nothing to them when theyre so old. They also don't even bother holding back their tongues because what can these mortals even do to them? Worse comes to worse, they just seal up the worlds again, or just wait out for all these mortals to die (a strategy they use for troublesome emperors or politicians).

They also bring their disciples (Ming Fan specifically because I want him to have a redemption) and after canon had wrapped up the PIDW's story finished, everyone in the world actually bounced back into their rightful places (e.g. MF suddenly got a second puberty, his face improved to be beautiful as it should be and his intelligence returned to the level that the head disciple of the scholarly peak should be).

I want it to be during Minato hokage's short, short tenure - Minato is 23, a war hero and recently hired as ninja president, Konoha just came out of a war and suddenly the daimyo is paying WELL and hiring for the best teams of Konoha to escort these foreigners who are so otherwordly beautiful and so otherworldly RICH, like, the material of the clothes they wear puts the daimyos court to shame, they can pay in pure gold and stones thrumming with power.

SJ's whole thing is like... based on image. So imagine SQH bowing and being like 'ooh thank you for your hospitality' and SJ just grabbing him by the back of his collar and hauling him up like 'wtf dont even bother bowing to this guy. Have some face. he's only got the same rank as you AND he's a fucking child.'

(He's figured that Daimyo = weak emperor-ish, because what kind of a emperor only has control of such a small land AND has others in nearby lands with the same, competing title????. Hokage & Konoha is like the sects, and all the peak lords of CQS are of the same rank as a sect leader. Of course, they all defer to YQY officially, but tbh all the peaks run like their own individual sects, and SJ has never allowed himself to act below YQY in rank)

During Minato's reign, Orochimaru is still a loyal Konoha shinobi.... his interest in immortals makes him soooooo crazy invested in them....

SJ looks at Orochimaru who's questioning him on immortality and is like, 'out of all these people, you are the closest. Your mind is too unstable, however (ironic, coming from SJ) and you still cling too tightly to the material world. Abandon all worldly matters and immortality may be in your grasp, if the heavens deign it so.' acting like he's a good teacher or something, while SQH is in the background, the voice of reason like 'SHIXIONG WTF!!! WE'RE NOTT SUPPOSED TO BE GIVING UP THE SECRET TO IMMORTALITY TO THE MORTALS OF THE FORBIDDEN REALM????'

Maybe SQH does know they're in the naruto world, and knows what naruto is, (hc that the water walking we see YQY do in the donghua was ripped off from naruto, when SQH was still writing PIDW) but it's been like 200+ years! He can't remember shit!!! This is all new information to him!

[moldybonessmell]

"Deadpool and Wolverine": queercoding analysis of Poolverine in the movie

// SPOILERS

//Disclaimer: This is NOT a hate post to Vanessa/Wade shipp, but if you ship them, this post is probably not for you.

I've seen a few queerbaiting allegations and, frankly, don't agree with them. Now I'll explain why.

Starting with the fact that movie begins as a typical reasoning for a character to get a new love interest: we find out Wade and Vanessa broke up after roughly 7-8 years together.

Either we don't know (or I just don't remember lol) for how long they've been separate, but it was enough time for Vanessa to get in a new relationship.

And we know that the reason for this breakup is the core differences between the two. In the previous movie they wanted to get a child and Wade's entire motivation was based around Vanessa. In this movie tho, it seems like even if Wade is still not completely over breakup, he seems to be compliant with the fact they are not together anymore. You would expect Wade to go and do something silly to Nessa's new guy, but he doesn't. He respects her decidion.

Wade has more of an existentioal crisis than just hurting from the breakup. So I would assume he's not over because he feels like he messed up and keeps giving sad puppy eyes holding on this romantic relationship with Vanessa. Tho they are still soulmates and friends no matter what.

I don't know about you, but for me this exposition doesn't look like a foreshadowing of Vanessa and Wade getting back together. Vanessa is happy and self-actualised on her own, even if Wade is not.

I don't see Wade trying to change as an act of trying to get back with Vanessa. He reacts like this because his family member pointed out his flaws.

Secondly, the only other "hints" for a relationship between Wade and Vanessa is him remembering how they kissed and in the end Vanessa holding Wade's hand. Which, let me point out, is not a typical trope to show characters are back together. You know what's typical? A KISS! Which never happened btw.

Not to be this person, but we all know Disney/Marvel haven't got the balls to show a canon queer relationship. So the only "hints" for Vanessa/Wade seem to either read as platonic, or purely as an attempt of Disney to be like !look! female love interest!.

Now, other important part. If you really think about it, referencing the first part of the post, the movie follows an enemies-to lovers romantic movie formula:

(optional) breakup with previous partner;

annoyance first (previous deadpool movies);

admiration upon actual meeting (even if Wade acts cocky, when you listen to him telling the story about how his universe's Logan saved Laura, you can clearly see he adores the hero, who, as we know, is relatively similar throughout multiverse. Wade knows this Logan has the same morals as other ones, hearing how he regrets not being able to help his x-men);

"having to" go on an adventure/quest together even tho they are annoyed at each other;

enemies bickering and fighting because they have differences (which are actually similarities between the two which drive them insane when they see this mirroring);

the breaking point and confrontation (the Logan monologue in the car scene);

*the close proximity tention* hate fucking as a spicy way to get over the argument (in the car scene they are shown to fight just for the sake of letting out steam);

the cold period when characters ignore each other because they are still pissed (when Laura got the two to her base);

getting over it and working together, trusting that the other got their back;

saving the world with the power of love brotherhood with romantic soundtrack on;

both staying alive and having a heart-to-heart conversation;

one wants to leave, but the other stops them (usually it would be followed up with a kiss but oh well);

officially meeting a parental figure of one of the characters and moving in together as in an established relationship.

I don't think I'm delusional if I say I haven't seen brotherhood media (ones without queerbaiting or actual siblings) that would follow this formula. But I did see romantic storylines.

All in all, Wade and Logan go through a development and establishment of a relationship. And I'm not even talking about the obvious "one being there when other lost everything and giving them a new family and home".

In the movie there are so many romantic tropes of these CANONICALLY QUEER CHARACTERS, which make it safe to assume that queercoding is in fact happening. I would argue about it if both of them were straight in the source material, but this is the best and most important part, they are not :)

And this is why "Deadpool & Wolverine" is actually a romcom. Thank you for reading!

[imagineweasley]

Puppy Love: Part I

Sirius Black x Fem reader

summary: you and your friends are fascinated by animagi and one day, decide to take a risk and become one. it proves to be an interesting experience - one day you are wandering the forest when things take a turn and secrets are revealed...

read part 2 here!

y/n: your name

y/h: your house

y/c: your color

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author's note: i tweaked a couple details about the universe in this story. this story takes place in y/n's fifth year at hogwarts, because that's the year the marauders became animagi. students at hogwarts canonically learn about animagi in their third year, but i tweaked it so that they learn during their fifth year so everything can line up!

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Y/n's POV

Everyone has a rebellious phase. Usually it's harmless, but it gets out of hand when your friends are also in their rebellious phases and one of them also happens to be a potions genius.

We got the idea after Transfiguration one day after a class on animagi. Professor McGonagall ended class by telling us she expected an essay on the topic by tomorrow, which we all groaned at.

She yelled over the bustling of students gathering their notes and books, "No whining! I have a feeling some of you may like this subject more than you think you will." I may have been imagining it, but I swear her eyes lingered on me with that sentence.

"Y/n! Hurry up, I'm starving!" My best friend Calliope grabbed my arm and practically dragged me out of the classroom. Her curly brown hair bounced as I hopped behind her, contorting to shove the last of my notes into my bag, but lost my footing and dropped a page. I managed to get my arm out of Calli's grip and bent down to pick it up.

When I rose, I made eye contact with a pair of dark gray eyes.

I immediately recognized them as Sirius Black's, only because he and his band of friends were notorious for causing trouble and landing themselves in detention. They were the entertainers of Hogwarts and everyone in the school knew about them. Not only was Sirius known for being funny, but he was also strikingly handsome and all the girls fawned over him. He and I had never really spoken before, the last time being a couple weeks ago when I had been struggling to reach a book in the library and he had easily reached up and handed it to me. But of course I had mumbled something along the lines of "thank you" and practically ran away from him. I kept my distance because I could never speak full sentences around him, and I refused to make a fool out of myself in front of the cutest guy at Hogwarts.

When I registered that it was Sirius standing in front of me, my heartbeat climbed into my throat but I managed to swallow it back down before forcing myself to smile, and ask, "Hello, anything I can do for you?" Sirius thrust a piece of paper at me, turning slightly pink. "You dropped this."

I stepped towards him to take my notes back and our fingers brushed against each other. I swear he turned a shade more pink. I laughed nervously and said, "It's a miracle I still have my head, the way I manage to lose everything."

Sirius laughed, regaining his composure, "Don't worry, if I saw your head rolling around I'd make sure to return it to your body."

"That would be greatly appreciated, thank Merlin for you."

He ran his hand through his hair and opened his mouth to say something else when he was interrupted, "Oi Sirius, will you stop flirting with the poor girl and hurry up? Time's a tickin'!" James Potter was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, clearly amused at the sight of his friend turning bright red.

I felt my face get hot and giggled, "Better get going then, huh? Thanks again for my notes, I owe you." I turned while James laughed out loud and headed towards the Great Hall, leaving a very embarrassed Sirius Black to defend himself.

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Sirius's POV

I propped my head up with my hand while Professor McGonagall droned on about the process of becoming an animagus. Usually, she somewhat had my attention during class, but this class was boring me because, well, because we had done it already. A few months ago, James, Peter, and I went through the shitty process of becoming an animagus so we could help Remus during his full moons, and I'd been enjoying being Padfoot for a while now.

My eyes shut for a moment, and the next second, it slipped off my hand and crashed into James's shoulder. He shoved my head off of him and McGonagall called, "Mr. Black, I do not care if I am boring you, I require all of my students to stay awake during my classes." She raised her eyebrow at me over her glasses and gathered her hands in front of her.

Embarrassed, I tried to play it off, "Yes professor, it's just hard to hold my head up sometimes. You know, the hair. Heavy." The class giggled and McGonagall gave me a stony stare before turning and returning to her lesson.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone bent over her paper trying to stifle her giggle and cover her face with her y/c hair. It was y/n. I smiled to myself and leaned back in my chair so it tipped backwards, proud that I had made her laugh. Then, still giggling, she looked up and our eyes met. Her y/c eyes were crinkled with laughter and sparkling, and my heart skipped a beat as she gave me a wide smile. I normally am someone who can play things cool, but for some reason, y/n has always made me a bumbling idiot. Whenever girls talk to me, I'm pretty smooth-talking and I never get nervous, but y/n... y/n's different. I've been trying to work up the nerve to talk to her for years, ever since we started at Hogwarts five years ago, but I just can't. My voice doesn't work around her, my face grows hot, and I start stuttering, which James takes as an opportunity every single time to tease me to no end.

So of course, when our eyes met, my legs jerked violently and I lost control of my chair. It fell back and crashed to the ground, sending papers flying. James, Remus, and Peter howled with laughter, and the class followed suit when they registered what had happened.

"Mr. Black!" Professor McGonagall whirled around, robes flapping, and exclaimed, "Ten points from Gryffindor! And if you interrupt my class one more time, you'll be facing detention!" I sheepishly scrambled to my feet and fixed my chair. As the laughter died down, I could feel y/n's eyes still on me. She was probably still smiling at me, the smile that made me weak in my knees, but I couldn't make a fool out of myself again, so I kept my head down for the rest of class.

After class, I ignored the taunting of James and Peter, and shoved my things into my bag. I heard y/n's friend yell, "Y/n! Hurry up! I'm starving!" and watched as y/n was yanked out of the room, struggling to gather her notes, but she missed a sheet and it floated to the ground. I jogged over to grab the paper. Maybe this would be my chance to show her that I'm not a fool. I left James, Peter, and Remus in the classroom pretending to fall off their chairs and cackling.

Y/n was a good distance down the hall, still hopping behind Calliope to get her belongings together. I jogged over to her as she dropped a piece of paper and she bent down to retrieve it. I awkwardly stood in front of her, waiting for her to stand up and see me.

When she rose, she started and then smiled, and I knew I was screwed. She hadn't even said anything and my heart was already pounding. "Hello, anything I can do for you?" My face got warm and I cleared my throat. "You dropped this." She gratefully took it from me and laughed quietly, "It's a miracle I still have my head, the way I manage to lose everything." Our fingers brushed and I swear to god, everything stopped. All the chattering of students passing us muffled, as if I was underwater, and I caught myself forgetting to breathe.

Oh Merlin. That laugh. I took in a deep breath and tried to act casual.

"Don't worry, if I saw your head rolling around I'd make sure to return it to your body."

This made her giggle and my chest swelled again at the fact I had made her laugh.

"That would be greatly appreciated, thank Merlin for you."

I was about to respond when I heard James yell from behind me, ""Oi Sirius, will you stop flirting with the poor girl and hurry up? Time's a tickin'!" Remus and Peter sniggered next to James, and a couple other passersby in the hall smirked, looking amusedly at us. My face turned scarlet and I think I even saw y/n blush hard. I stuttered some sort of goodbye and sped away before she could see my head implode.

Seething, I shoved James and the group followed after me, still laughing. Remus smiled and said, "You need to act cooler around her Sirius! How long are you going to avoid that girl for? Five more years? How are you going to marry her if you never speak to her?"

I groaned and sped up, truing to leave them behind. There had been ONE TIME during our second year when we had snuck firewhisky into our bedroom, and after one too many drinks, I had flopped onto my bed and slurred, "Guysguysguys, I know who my wife is. I know imma-" I hiccuped, "imma gonna marry y/n. Just watch me guys, just watch me." The boys piled on top of me in approval, and the next morning, pushed through their pounding headaches, and in between dryheaves, made fun of how I would never be able to get the girl if I couldn't even look at her.

"When are you guys going to let that go!" I stalked off as fast as I could but Remus and James kept up, while Peter jogged a few paces behind.

"Never! I'm going to tell that story at your wedding!" James slapped my back, "Hey, you managed to get a sentence out at least!"

I didn't let the boys see, but a small smile crept onto my face thinking about the moment our fingers touched. I thought about how the sunlight reflected off of her face and how she laughed at my joke. I wanted to make her laugh forever. It was my favorite sound.

Remus brought me back to reality, saying, "Hey, lay off him," I turned slightly, foolishly thinking he was about to save me, "Our boy Sirius here did a heroic thing today, chasing a girl to give her a piece of paper." Then he laughed heartily and ruffled my hair. I groaned and pushed him off. "Fuck off, Remus."

I continued to speed up and they continued to tease me, but even the teasing didn't get to me. I just kept thinking about y/n and smiling as I walked myself to the Great Hall. And plus, I had gotten a sentence out to her.

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Y/n's POV

"Where did you go!" I managed to find Callie stuffing her face with a mince meat pie at our usual spot at the y/h table.

"What do you mean where did I go! You disappeared on me!"

She shrugged as she took another bite and muffled, managed, "I dunno, I had places to be." I laughed and shook my head. I was about to tell her about my encounter with Sirius, but before I could, our other friend, Eleanor, plopped down across from us and leaned in.

"Girls." She had a serious air about her so Callie and I leaned in too.

"I've been thinking for a very long time about this. For about the last forty minutes. What if..." Ellie looked around, making sure no one was listening, "What would you lot say if I suggested we should try it?"

"Try what?" Callie had stopped chewing, confused.

"You know... becoming one."

I caught on quickly what Ellie was saying and my jaw dropped. "What do you mean? Becoming an-" I dropped my voice to a whisper, "animagus?" She nodded. My stomach flipped at the idea. My mind raced through all the possibilities. Keeping a mandrake leaf in my mouth for a month? Possibly getting the potion wrong? Getting caught and arrested? That all seemed tedious and risky, but I couldn't lie... it was the most excited I had felt about anything in a while. I looked down at my plate, playing with my food and thinking. I could feel Ellie's nervous energy seeping out of her. I'd always been a rule-follower, getting my homework in on time, never wandering the halls after dark, but something about this extremely risky suggestion pulled me in. Plus, Ellie's genius potion skills could reduce a lot of that risk... I pushed my potatoes around my plate with my fork, thinking.

"Well?" Ellie's fingers tapped the table and she looked nervously at me, then Callie, who was also staring at her plate, and then back at me.

I took a deep breath, let it out, and let my excitement take over. "Let's do it."

Ellie's face lit up and she grabbed my hands. "Look at you, you rebel! It's going to be so fun!" We both turned to Callie, still holding hands, to await her answer.

"Hm?" Callie lifted her head, "Oh, I don't know you guys, that is so against the rules and the process is so long... you heard McGonagall, it would take minimum a month..."

"Come onnnnn Callie, come on! Imagine running around in the forest as a wolf or a deer or a squirrel, just imagine! It would be sooo worth it!" Ellie practically bounced out of her seat. Callie sighed again, and stared at the ceiling.

"Callie, it wouldn't be any fun without you! You have to! Imagine how jealous you would be if Ellie and I did it and you were left out!"

A few more moments of silence. "You know what.... okay. Let's do it." Ellie and I squealed in excitement. "BUT. We have to be super careful. This could be really dangerous and if we get caught and I get expelled, I will kill both of you."

Ellie and I jumped in our seats excitedly, holding hands and squealing like little girls, while Callie rolled her eyes and smiled.

And that's how it happened. That's the moment my life truly began.

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author's note: this got soooo long lol! i have so many more ideas for this story that it has to be multiple parts, and hopefully this was a good enough start! stay tuned for the next part!

[squiddy-god]

omggg just saw your blog post and i loved that Denji x male reader fic! I am in full belief of him being a bisexual disaster

if your up for it i’d love a pt.2 to that story where Denji finally gets with male reader and it’s just really fluffy? like reader laughing at his goofy ass and teaching him how to be in a loving and healthy relationship

id really appreciate it dude since there ain’t many male reader fics out there 💀 anyways even if u don’t do the request i hope ur having a great day man!!

Hehehe yes i absolutely can, as always i'm a firm bi denji truther and frankly we need more male reader fics for him. Bi Denji analysis PowerPoint soon 🙏 Cw ; none, fluff, denji x male reader, canon typical illusions to violence and suggestive nature just because of how chainsaw man is

A week. It has been a week since you last herd from denji. Well saying “last heard from” isn't right when it's closer to “last watched him flee my apartment”. However thankfully you had received a text from the dork in question asking you to meet him at a cafe. That's where you are now, going to said cafe to meet up with denji for whatever it is he called you for, probably to hand out. 

However when you finally come into view you notice that the man in front of you is not slouching casually as per usual. Red cheeks and a shy averted gaze “that's what guys like right?” he thinks to himself. His cheeks are puffed out slightly almost like he's pouting. His hand scratching the back of his neck he looks up at you and nearly chokes on words even he doesn't know. 

“So…did you just want to hang out?” 

Denjis eyes widen and he fumbles around your question a bit. “Nah it's not like that I just…” his hands twitch, clenching and unclenching nervously. Twitching forward and twitching back as if apprehensive to reach forward. “I dunno” he's cute when he pouts like that. Sharp teeth worrying his lower lip and cheek out of nervous habit. “Maybe it could be like a date” 

“Do you want it to be a date?” How cruel of you, teasing the poor guy when it is oh so painfully obvious he wants it to be a date. Painfully obvious he wants to hold your hand. “Yes…maybe” he's taken to shoving both hands into the worn out pockets of his jacket. Deciding against torturing Denji any longer you take his hand in yours, it's rough, with a bit of scar tissue over his knuckles and palm. For a guy so seemingly obsessed with touching boobs just holding your hand is enough to nearly kill him. “Can i- like talk to you” it takes a small reassuring nod before tugging you off on a little walk. A long stretch of silence hangs between the two of you before Denji speaks again. “I'm sorry i ran out the other day, that wasn't very cool” 

“That's fine, I mean I was just getting out of the shower” you laugh, fully prepared to brush it off. It didn't mean anything, denji calling this hangout a date probably didn't mean anything either… you shouldn't get any hopes up. “I think im gay” 

You nearly choke on air, tripping as you fumble to snap your head towards denji as if he called you a slur personally. “Or like kinda gay you know…i think i still like boobs and shit but, man seeing you like that” he leans back, eyes glued to some very interesting clouds as he tried to play it off like a casual admission and not the nuclear bombshell it was. “So you think you're bi? Something else??” Denji nods, taking in your face and reaction. You don't look mad- that's good, but you also don't look like you realised what he said. The gears in your head work overtime as you rethink what he said again and again until it clicks. “I MADE YOU BI!? Or well like realizing your bi? Holy shit-” you crouch down by where the edge of the sidewalk meets the slope of the bank before the small patch of sand. Your hands are clasped in prayer hoping that whatever bisexuality devil is looking out for you has got your back, that denji is about to ask what you think he is going to ask. 

“Common dont make me say it if you already know” he whines. 

“But i wanna hear you say it pleaseeee” you shoot him your best wet puppy eyes but really that is denjis strong suit. “Ugh fine.” he's looking away from you, cheeks puffed out slightly as he stills his rapidly beating heart. “I maybe wanna be your boyfriend” and before he knows it you are pumping your fist in the air excitedly. “YES. YES, WIN- HAHAH!” 

At least you grab his hand again, leaning your head sweetly on his shoulder. He almost forgets to breathe. He'd suffocate if it meant you didn't let go. It felt right, like a little piece of normalcy he didn't even know he could hope for.

[bibibbon]

I talked about this with my mutual a lot, but I really realy hope Present Mic and Midnight are treated better when Vigilantes comes out.

They lost Oboro, and they have shit they deal with. Most angst for Prsent Mic is tied to Aizawa, granted in some cases it makes sense. But I am tired of both of them being treated so poorly in the Fandom.

I want to read fics about Prsent Mic, but most of them write him as a dumb blonde, and a househusband to Aizawa.

It's so annoying

I hope we get more anime only content of mic and midnight when it comes to the vigilantes show because a lot of their manga vigilante content is still heavily linked to and connected to aizawa.

That being said, even with that heavy connection being there, they still do get some characterisation outside of their relationship with aizawa, and I honestly hope that the anime will expand on that.

For example, midnight and present mic actually get to interact. Even with this small interaction, I find it really interesting how yamada states that midnight should only call him by his hero name "present mic" here and my interpretation of this is that yamada heavily separates himself and his hero image and that he ultimately uses his hero image as a sheild to hide and protect himself. This all contrasts to midnight, whose hero image and true self are very similar to one another with her just over exaggerating a lot of her actions in her hero costume.

Bonus

Present mic hanging from the drone type thing so reminds me of him pulling up in a Spiderman pose. My question here is, does his neck not hurt? Like, bro has a whole speaker thing around his neck, and he is hanging upside down that for sure can't be good for you.

Also, even with his interactions with aizawa present mic has agency. I love how we see him question aizawa and his own logic of whatever is rational and how aizawa here seems to be quite the irrational guy even as he tries and somewhat fails to justify his actions.

Midnight's characterisation is an interesting one here, to say the least. From the mangaka's little notes, they deem midnight to be incredibly maternal and motherly, and its why they see her fit to be a teacher. I love this view of her, and I wish we got to see more of that in the main and vigilante manga. Although I will be honest with the views that midnight has, I don't think she should be anywhere near children.

I admit I absolutely adore the outfits she is wearing (outside of Hero Costume, though)

It is true that midnight and present mic aren't focused on, and their connection to oboro isn't as focused on as aizawa's. This also makes me pissed because it seems like even in fans' own interpretation, they seem to downplay present mic and midnight's own experiences while only acknowledging aizawa's. Heck even the Canon manga doesn't focus on present mic and midnight as much as it should.

Present mics character interpretation and character conversations usually surround his relationship with aizawa, which rightfully pisses a lot of people off. The most common interpretations of the present mic I have seen is that he is a caring partner to aizawa or that he is an ignorant blonde who tries his best but is absolutely clueless. These interpretations miss the point of present mic's character and the complex conflict he has with his own self,'yamada' and his hero self 'present mic'. This also downplays his own trauma and how much of an angry person yamada really is or how he uses his quirk in quite an offensive way to rather hide and his quirk can be used in incredibly violent ways.

[floata]

READ VERY CAREFULLY PLS!!!!! Nice and easy.. And uh, oh, hey! Well, good morning everyone! Or afternoon, or evening I guess. And Ciao! Hello! Howdy, Bonjour, Hola, Hej, and Hallo who are from France, Spain, Germany, Italy, Poland, Latin America, Philippines, Taiwan, Russia, Sweden, Mexico, Spain, and especially the United States; wherever you’re from! I'm a guy who’s a real huge cartoon fan currently seeking a cartoon fan to be my rp buddy From mascots to cartoon movies and shows, anime, video games, and much more! Despite liking so many toons, don't fret, there is also anime as well! I rp as canons mostly and I only have one oc to play for now, and my oc’s male and he’s a dog walking on two feet with clothes but depends on the fandom. Hope that doesn’t bother you, I think. Oh, and get this! I’m looking for someone who can rp as canons, especially who’s good with female characters, too. I am 19 so PLS, I am comfy with rping with those around 18+. In roleplay, I usually utilize the pov called third person, but sometimes I do the first person.

Genres I am comfortable with:

slice of life

casual comedic

fandom

Fluff

romance? (It depends, I guess)

Literacy: Semi-lit to lit, and possibly novella. One-liners aren't my thing. :p

I like to do OOC too! I’ve been rping since 2020, also.

So here are some of the fandoms as some sort of samples that you probably would see in the google document I have. If you don’t know the names, perhaps some images might help.

Fandoms:

Aggretsuko

Beastars (finally been watching it!)

Super Planet Dolan (Seriously why isn't that attracting many people? Especially the pink cat? Never ever seen her before? But, I for real miss her.)

Bojack Horseman (Who does not like this show?)

Little Dogs on the Prairie (I love that series of episodes! Have you checked it out yet? On YouTube? Ever heard of Ms. Kitty? It’s pronounced as Miss Kittaaay. She’s beautiful. And you could be her! Maybe go on YouTube so you look it up and watch it. I highly recommend this one to roleplay!)

Animal Crossing

Zorori (You know the one I am talking about! It's the one with the Fox. Just started watching it.)

Robin Hood (another fox film yes)

Blinky Bill (I think only Australians know about it. I think. Do you think you could play as Daisy? The Dingo?)

Star Trek: Lower Decks (Yes, I focused on one character I probably got a crush on. She is a doctor or vet for humans and she’s also a cat.)

A Kitty Bobo Show (PLS LOOK IT UP! Cartoon Network made it. I highly reccomend it. It’s a guy that shows off his phone!)

Gravity Falls (It really depends.)

The Amazing World of Gumball! (There are characters you could be like Nicole.)

Rimba Racer (heard of that Malaysian tv show?)

Road Rovers (Because only 13 episodes were made, this seriously needs to get more attention again. Don’t you even know the Colleen the British speaking Border Collie?)

Animaniacs (Another goated show eh? Ever heard of Minerva?)

Swat Kats: The Radical Squadron (Pls, I recommend you watching this Hanna Barbera cartoon!)

The Bad Guys (Can’t wait for the sequel on August! No wonder why no one talks about it.)

The Wild Thornberrys (Don’t you even have Paramount+ to watch it there? I like the main characters.)

Night in the Woods! (Do you have that game?)

Sonic! (It’s obvious everyone likes this franchise.)

BNA (It stands for Brand New Animal. Why didn't it receive a new season? It's been 2 years now! Planning to watch it tho.)

Paddle Pop Adventures (I’m pretty sure no one in the US knows it but, it is very popular in Latin America, Indonesia and the Philippines! It comes from the heart brand, of course! Good Humor.)

Okay so uh, these are the fandoms I showed but there’s so many I have! If you wanna check it out, well, my google doc has all the fandoms in there, more than hundreds of them! So, if you are interested in rping with me, discussing the fandom I can either dm you here on tumblr or you could dm me! Also, I don’t like getting ghosted since it’s not correct. Btw, here’s my discord if you also wanna DM and discuss there.

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[joejhang]

andrew minyard.

finally andrew is getting the essay treatment from me. i love this man and i just needed to yap about him. spoilers ahead and continue at ur own risk.

people (both within the series and in the fandom) like to think of andrew as super unemotional and stoic. i don't think people realise it but the whole "andrew is soulless" mindset has bled into the fandom, and the way people write and talk about him really makes me think they do just consider andrew to be extremely cold and unreachable as a person. i lowkey find this funny because andrew's not even that monstrous or difficult or stone cold he's literally just bipolar (canonically) with some clinical depression in there. like???

and it's weird because people like to think of andrew as super out of control and violent and yes, he was unpredictable when he was on his drugs and he does still play by his own rules, but he honestly rarely incites any violence? i can't really think of a single instance he's been violent for no reason. he punched matt for hitting kevin. he choked allison for slapping aaron. he choked kevin for lying to him and also because he was understandably panicked and angry about neil being taken from him. what i find interesting is that when one-dimensional booktok men and the stereotypical book boyfriends do this typa shit it's seen as cute and protective and bf material but when andrew does it he's seen as violent, out of control and emotionless. and what also doesn't make sense is when people see his ability to inflict fear and violence on people (usually retaliatory but whatever) they consider it to be proof of his inability to feel emotion, but it seems to me that it's proof of the opposite? all of his violent and "out of control" moments to me are literally displays of how much he cares.

andrew is such an acts of service show don't tell kinda person and you'd have to be pretty blind (or biased) to not be able to see how his actions reflect his thoughts and emotions. he agreed to everything neil asked of him because he was interested in and a little (a lot) in love with him. he agreed to let kevin stay and protect him from the literal mafia because kevin believed in him and believed he was worth something and was willing to be patient and give him something to live for. he's friends with and hangs out with renee because she's kind and honest and genuine with him and isn't immediately dead-set against him because he doesn't fit into the conventional values of what a guy is supposed to act like.

does he have problems and flaws? yes, absolutely. many of his issues do stem from his existing trauma and the biases he's developed from that, but he's working through them, with other people's help, and it's so bizarre when people in the fandom talk about him like he's so far gone and to "rehabilitate" him would be a miracle when...he's literally already in the process of healing?? and he's not resistant to it at all?? before neil even shows up, he's seeing and talking to betsy, he's doing things (in his own way, sure) to try and patch up his relationship with aaron, he's protecting the people he cares about, he isn't honestly as self-sabotaging and self-destructive as he says he is. betsy is right when she says that he's done exceptionally well despite everything the world and his life have tried to throw at him.

people like to accuse aftg of demonising mental illness and people like andrew but i actually think the aftg fandom does that a lot more than the actual books. i think anyone with critical thinking can see that despite the nickname, andrew isn't a monster at all, and i think anyone that really knows him in the novel would see that too. and people in the fandom still write him like a sociopath even though it's explicitly stated he isn't, he literally has bipolar disorder, and it's funny and ironic to me because the fandom is like the general public in aftg, and the fandom (at least to me) demonises andrew a hell of a lot more than the actual books do.

andrew isn't the emotionless, stony, cold, unreachable, violent monster the fandom seems to think he is. i think he does have some problems expressing his emotions and probably has some issues coming to terms with a lot of them, but i think he definitely experiences the full range of emotions and they show themselves pretty frequently, intentional or not.

[str4ngr]

working. [ nanami kento ]

cw: none, fluff, white-collar worker nanami, no canon do not SPEAK of canon to me. fem! reader. not proofread. notes: guys this is a little long.

nanami accepted that most likely, work would be his eternity. working for a pension, wages that refused to be more than just enough for his month, dealing with a whining, nagging boss. nanami knew that he was nothing more than a ragdoll to the system in which he enlisted himself, helpless to the washing, merciless crashes of the white-collar workforce.

nanami accepted the routine of apartment to work to apartment. home, work, home. work, work, work. for whatever reason, a man who's gall to break routine was near zero, did just so, taking a detour to a shop a co-worker mentioned. as a connoisseur, that was his reasonably made excuse, he had to try the new bakery. it was an interesting choice of hobby—breads, baking, the whole lot, really—for someone who barely took any time for himself. but who wouldn't want to try the new bakery, a hole-in-the-wall-esque setting with dainty decoration, dainty music to match, and a not-so dainty, in terms of volume, baker at the front.

her smiles brightened the small shop, her laughter making his lips twitch. she bounced around her pride and joy, happily explaining all kinds of pastries, loafs, and how each is made. her nimble hands delicately wrapped each of his orders, always to-go, engaging in conversation he wouldn't usually care to give thought to.

but her voice echoed in his mind, his lips pursing together as she made some comment that made his chest rumble. nanami remembered her name, noticed when her nails changed colors, when her voice was a little slower than yesterday.

yesterday?

yesterday. a man of routines is a man of routines. of course, now you were a part of it. now, dropping by after work, picking up bread or pastries he didn't really need because he can't eat so many carbs without falling ill, watching you smile when he made a joke drier than the shahara desert—he couldn't help but show up, like an obligation he loved to attend.

nanami enjoyed the way your head perked up at the familiar sound of his shoes against the tile floors, like a song to a bird. nanami enjoyed how you always had his order packed earlier because, "kento," he especially cherished, if you will, how his first name sounded on your tongue, "you're always punctual!" and he was, for you. for you because when he was on time, that meant your conversations would last longer. about work, about news, about weather, about nothing.

soon, his routine changed again. it's been changing quite often in the past couple months, hasn't it? so has yours. now, you saw him after work, blouse still lightly dusted in flour. he was kind enough to brush it off for you, his warmth seeping through the cotton of your shirt. you walked together, the evening sun still glowing hot, and even though it was summer now, it's like his touch was hypnotic. even when his touch had only lingered for a moment, it was the only thing you could feel.

his smiles were so gentle, like a breeze, wisping across the gorgeous features of his face, crinkling his eyes, the apples of his cheeks slightly rounding, his teeth reflecting the light. you chased after his laughter light a dog without a leash, a sound—not noise—you never wanted to stop hearing. and although he wasn't much of a talker, oh when he did? his voice was like soft butter and rich cocoa, guiding your being through his words with is deep tone and slow tempo. nanami's voice felt like a sirens song so utterly impossible to ignore: infatuating.

nanami hoped that this routine would stay, no more work, work, work. something brighter, your entrancing smile, your playful laughter. something softer, like the taste of your pastries, or the scent of your perfume. something like you.

notes: yeah, im coping, so what? lowkey don't like this but yk what i do like? nanami kento!!!

[your-unfriendlyghost]

Johnny cade for the "give me a character" thingy cuz I love him :3

How I feel about this character

  I love Johnny, man. Very simple feelings ‘bout him, but yk, I love him. I don’t often…spin him ‘round in my brain like I do with some of the others, but I have a lot of strong opinions abt him and I love him lol

All the people I ship romantically with this character

  I occasionally ship him with Dally, but only occasionally. Idk they’ve got something goin on but idk what lol. I definitely don’t see them as an older brother and little brother, although I get where people are coming from- idk though, that’s like the least interesting take on their whole…deal for me I guess? I (personally) don’t think Dally and Johnny are brotherly/parental at all, and reducing them to that means losing out on the much more interesting (I think) dynamic that they do have- like Dally can’t be vulnerable with anyone BUT Johnny, and Johnny is at his most confident with Dally. And he has power over Dally that no one else does. It could be romantic or platonic for me, but the important thing is that they’re equals imo. I mean c’mon, only one of them’s canonically stabbed a guy to death, and it ain’t Dally. They’re tied together somehow idk man

  I sorta like the idea of Johnny and Sylvia being something tho. I don't think abt it much, but it adds something morally bad to a character that’s supposed to be purely good that I find fascinating. Not the sorta ship I ship per se, but one I like toying with sometimes because there’s so much to unpack there ig. I don’t usually see it as canon but I sometimes like it.

  Finally, I read this GUT WRENCHING fic one time where Johnny was who Sandy cheated on Soda with. I…really liked that fic. The ship hits a lotta the same notes as Johnny/Sylvia but explores Johnny and Soda…idk man again not the sorta thing I usually see as canon but holy shit the fic kinda blew my mind lol. It’s here if y’all wanna check it out- mind the tags and all. It’s a rarepair but it KILLS me man. It ain’t…canon to me, but I think abt it sometimes (the ship and the fic) and just feel things idk. (Part of that is probably b/c I love Soda, but yk)

My non-romantic OTP for this character

  Uhh Dally also honestly

  I mean Johnny and Pony are close too, but I really don’t see them as BEST friends. Ik a lotta people do which is perfectly valid, but in my head they’re…not? I dunno. They’re definitely friends, but TO ME it’s in the way that I’m friends with kids who I’ve grown up with who are like cousins to me now- we’re close, and I know they have my back, and I could tell them anything if I really wanted to, but I probably won’t unless we’re alone together in a church for a week. (@veggiesforpresident just talked abt them earlier today here, and she put it into words a helluva lot better than I am rn- definitely check that out)

My unpopular opinion about this character

He’s tough. I mean everyone knows that, but I’m not massively fond of fics/art that portray him as small and soft. Like sure, Pony sees him that way, but to the rest of the world Johnny is a hood. He may be small, but he can fight. He loves drag races, man!

  Idk, Ralph Macchio put it best in this behind the scenes book I own: 

  “Johnny was always described as the runt of the greaser litter- the one they all protected. However, as the story unfolded he became the most level-headed and clear-minded in the face of adversity. I always recognized that in him even from the first reading of the book at age twelve. I am biased, but he is one of the richest and fully drawn characters in the ensemble.”

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

  I’m biased b/c I love Soda but I woulda loved to see him hanging with Soda. Really the rest of the gang in general (not that there was time for that lol), but it’s canon to me that Johnny was friends with Soda first. Eventually they diverged and became close to Dally and Steve respectively, but in elementary school it was Johnny and Soda. 

  (On the other side of the coin, I like the idea of Dally and Steve having had a bit of a fling that they don’t talk about as a way of repressing their romantic feelings for Soda and Johnny respectively. But that’s not always canon to me lol.)