#I love tr

[badtimeswithart]

merboy and bird(bad)boy <3 

[unlimited-nobu-works]

my group chats on private MMO servers

[slttygeto]

hanma who walks you home from school everyday. you know his name and his class, youre not sure if this is even where he lives but he’s never harmed you, nor has he ever tried to bother you beside the occasional “you’re not gonna stop for a snack?” when he notices that you’re really tired.

until one day, youre the one who waits for him by the school gates with two cartons of chocolate milk. it’s not his favorite but he doesnt have the heart to tell you, only grabs it and stares at you intensely.

“what?” you mumble, looking up at him and you don’t notice—but you’re batting your eyelashes and hanma fights back a smirk.

“nothing.”

“you’re barely drinking.”

“i hate chocolate milk”

“oh”

“it’s fine,” you see him chug the whole thing and you stare at him, dumbfounded.

“you didn’t have to do that…”

“I wanted to,” he stretches his arms above his head. “besides, it’s not everyday that someone buys me something.”

“mmm…where do you live, by the way?”

“oh are you inviting yourself?”

“no, it’s just not fair that you know where I live, but I don’t.”

“fair enough.” he hums before stopping dead in his tracks and you’re forced to do the same.

“this way,” he points behind him and it sinks in that this whole time, he’s been walking you home even though you two live in different directions.

“why?”

“why??”

“we live on opposite sides yknow”

“oh, cause you’re cute.” he says, a wide grin spreading on his face as yours starts to feel a little hot. hanma notices with the way you avert your gaze.

“let’s go.”

“not gonna call me handsome?”

“i hope you get a stomachache.”

[nerdsandbabyteeth]

Chosen

[ama-a93]

everything is okay now :)

[rakkuntoast]

thunder struck

[kaijuparfait]

hold gentle like hamburger

[rjshope]

My heart is beating, flap-flap Where did my fish go? East sea, west sea Where is my fish?🌊

[blahaj-my-beloved]

I'd somehow forgotten that tr!Owen's character intro did NOT show that he was a friendly jester.

He's starting to show his hand now, at least to the viewers. It's becoming clear that Jester Owen does not have good intentions towards the King and his kingdom.

He started slow by trying to push Clown out of the kingdom at the beginning, but wasn't able quite able to because of King Foolish's surprising diplomacy. I feel like he did manage to give some doubts to Archmage Clown though, about King Foolish's competency and decision making.

Then, Jester Owen almost single-handedly broke the tentative alliance that blue had with the kingdom when he picked a fight with faction leader Aimsey. He's also building walls and barriers, saying they're for protection but also further isolating the kingdom. Making it feel to other factions that it's Yellow vs Everyone. And it's working.

Now, he saw that tr!Ros was vulnerable because one of her closest friends had just died. A friend that he has actively spoken against, in front of Ros and other kingdom members. He watched, invisible, as Ros stood silently at Aimsey's grave. And, when he heard Ros drinking poison, full of enough hurt and grief to hurt herself to feel even a little closer to the person she's lost. He... took his chance. To jump in, not to help Ros or to make her feel better. But to push her away from the kingdom.

Firstly by blaming Ros for his own two deaths to Pangi, saying that they were because she wasn't there. Taking Ros's own trauma of being alone while being hunted, like she was after the king's death, and making it about himself.

Then by casually dismissing Aimsey's death. Insinuating that it is a good thing, that Ros now has less distractions outside of the kingdom. Almost, but not quite, blaming Ros for Aimsey's death too! By saying that Ros being friends with a different faction member "led to them dying".

Ending the conversation by saying that, if Ros doesn't feel like she belongs in the kingdom, he can't hold her back. Knowing full well that he has made sure, that she doesn't feel that she belongs.

Jester Owen is trying his best to crumble the castle from the inside. Trying to isolate the King. For what reason? Who knows. But it's going to be very interesting to see where this is headed

[trappedinacomputer]

I think tonight is a great night to remind everyone about a canon lore drop from Bad back in the QSMP:

Bad loved someone so much he named a volcano that was doomed to erupt after him so that history would never forget him again: his name was Vesuvius

[secretumii]

My favorite criminal 🖤

[imhyperfixatingrn]

The double date

[orthwormus]

in light of recent events

[ama-a93]

2 sides of the same coin

[aimseytv]

i wish i had a normal brain with normal thoughts because i cant play a character without being overwhelmed with thoughts and stories and ideas and here i am finishing up a backstory video

[zeltqz]

begging for a jealous/possessive hanma that catches someone hitting on his s/o

#—♱𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇♱—#

— syn : hanma doesn't like the fact someone's hitting on his girlfriend.

— cw : nsfw content ahead ⚠︎ - deranged!hanma, death threats, choking, possessiveness, hanma refers to you as his, he almost kills a guy for you, red flag but its shuji so its ok <3

— length : 900 words

— a/n : i love my little red flag lmao. also i listened to house of ballons while writing this so its linked under the title if u wanna listen too lol

“Come onnnnnnn. You’re too pretty to be acting like this.” The man nudged you playfully, inching impossibly closer to your sitting form. “At least tell me yer name beautiful.”

You sighed exhaustedly and raised your glass back to your lips, taking a sip of your water. As you swallowed the liquid, you glanced at him from the corner of your eye. Yup, he looked like your typical wannabe punk. Someone that thinks everybody and their mamas are scared of in the streets. 

Before dating Hanma, you would’ve been scared of him. They’re known for their violence, threatening any person that dares to even walk past them on the street or look at them sideways. 

The crazed look in his eyes, the tongue piercing, the oddly dyed hair; wannabe punk. 

You put your drink down and motioned to the bartender to refill your cup of water. 

“I’m waiting girl. What’s yer name?” He was met with more silence. You could practically feel his irritation growing. “Stop being sucha bitch and just—”

“I have a boyfriend.” You thanked the bartender as he passed your cup back, filled with water. Taking another sip, you peeked over at him again from the corner of your eye, hoping to see him back away now that he knows the truth. 

But you forget who you’re messing with right now. 

“Boyfriend ? I don’t see a boyfriend. Oi!” He motioned over at the bartender, ushering him closer. Once the bartender got close enough, he wrapped an arm around his shoulder and brought him closer. “Do you see a boyfriend around here?” The bartender stammered and stuttered, so he clicked his tongue irritatedly and looked back at you. “Is this your boyfriend? Hah?”

You shook your head, remaining utterly calm. “Nope.”

“Exactly.” His voice sounded amused, as if he’d proved you wrong. “What kind of boyfriend would let ya walk outside wearing this, huuuuh?”

You could feel his fingers trailing along your thigh and closed your eyes, counting to ten in your head. In the midst of your counting, his touches got more bold, trailing them up towards the slope of your waist, up and down your arm. 

By the time you got to seven, you gave him three more seconds to get his hands off you, giving him the benefit of the doubt until the touches suddenly stopped.

You opened your eyes and looked to your left to see a long arm wrapped around the mans shoulder, the kanji sin tattooed big on his palm and you couldn’t help but smirk.

“Is there a reason you’re groping my girlfriend, hmm?” Hanma’s voice was sickly sweet and the man went red in the face. 

“No! No reason. Just mistook her, that’s all.” He smiled, showing all his teeth, hoping Hanma would let him off easy. 

“Mistook her?” Hanma hummed, confused. “Baby, did this man mistake you for anyone?”

You looked him deep in the eye for a second and fought back the urge to laugh when his lip started trembling, hoping and pleading in his eyes that you’d lie for him. “Not really. He actually even questioned your existence, Shuji.”

“I didn’t!”

“You did.” You grinned and watched the full fear sprout on his face.

“She’s lyin—” The hand resting on his shoulder quickly moved to his throat, squeezing until you saw veins forming down the length of his arm. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to calm the roaring pulse between your legs as you watched your boyfriend currently choking the fuck out of your harasser, all with a calm smile on his face.

“Don’t kill him Shuji.”

He winked and squeezed a little more until he went red in the face, his eyes threatening to pop out of his skull.

You frowned, crossing your arms over your chest. “Let go. He’s not worth it Shuji.”

“He touched what’s mine. Death would be the easy way out for him.” As if to prove his point, he began squeezing tighter and you knew if you didn’t stop him, you’d see the light in his eyes slowly fade. 

The chair squeaked as you slid off it and walked up to your boyfriend. “Shuji. Let go. He’s not worth it,” you repeated, voice a little firmer. 

Shuji had a deadpan look on his face as he stared at you, as if examining how serious you were. If he were to kill him right now, cleanup wouldn’t be an issue, your attitude would be. You’d stop talking to him for at least a week and ignore all his advances which would piss him the fuck off. 

“You’re so fucking lucky I want some pussy tonight,” Shuji said lowly in the man’s ear before letting go. 

The man dropped to the floor, coughing and holding his throat. 

You smiled and stepped over his crouched form, over to your boyfriend and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Love you Shu’.”’

“Mhm whatever.” He bent down to your level and kissed your lips. His hands gripped onto your waist, holding your tight and making you giggle into his lips. “Next guy that looks at you though, I won’t be so kind.”