#I was so sure it’d disappear again (it doesn’t btw for anyone in this situation. life can actually good)

[hi-intrepid-heroes]

i know gilear is first and foremost a funny character but theres something truly heartwrenching about someone whos had so much bad luck its become an integral part of his identity

[the-awkward-outlaw]

Chubby Arthur with a chubby female reader. Modern times. Can be smutty af. (Haha I’m kinda slutty for my Artie). He’s teaching her about riding horses and next thing you know.....

I’m sorry this took so long! This week has been weird. Anyways, here you go! BTW, this piece made me miss my own horseback riding lessons. 

Warnings: smut

You sigh a little nervously. Are you really ready to do this? What if you make a complete fool of yourself? What if he laughs at you? You’ll probably look ridiculous the entire time. What if you enjoy it too much and you make some goofy face? God, this was a bad idea, you tell yourself. 

“You ready?” Arthur asks, walking up to you. 

You open your eyes, swallowing. Okay, deciding to take horseback riding lessons was a mistake, you’re sure of that now. But why in the hell did your instructor have to be so damn good looking?

You graduated college a year ago and now that you have a good paying job and are fairly stable in your living situation, you decided to go looking on the internet for some things to do with your free time. Some new hobby to develop. Something active. You looked at maybe doing archery or just plain old hiking, and while you liked doing them, they weren’t enough to really keep you going for a long time. Besides, your archery instructor kept pushing you to buy your own gear and that shit’s expensive, so you dropped it. Then you ran into an ad about horseback riding lessons and the fees weren’t out of your range like a lot of the others. 

You pat the horse’s neck that you’ve just tied up to the post. She’s a dapple gray mare named Willow. Arthur explained when you first got here that she’s the best with beginners. He has five horses total, including a massive iron gray draft horse. He showed you how to interact with Willow, how to put a halter on and then how to tie her to the post outside his tack room. That’s where you are now after he left to grab some grooming tools. 

“Ma’am, you ready?” he says again. You finally nod, feeling like a damn fool. He’s an attractive man, more on the plump side but you can tell he’s still very fit. You’re chubby yourself, a struggle you’ve had for most of your life. It’s also been one of your biggest insecurities. There’s no way in hell this man finds you attractive. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly polite and has a gruff voice, the kind that could turn you to butter. 

He hands you a grooming brush and shows you how to brush Willow. Then he shows you how to clean Willow’s feet with a pick and then has you do it. She’s a patient and obedient horse, to which you’re grateful. When she’s all brushed and clean, Arthur comes out with a blanket and a big saddle. He shows you how to position the blanket and then throws the saddle over her back. Then he shows you how tight to put the girth around Willow’s belly and how to measure and adjust the stirrups. Then he shows you how to bridle her. He undoes everything and tells you to repeat it. He’s a firm believer in hands-on learning, which you appreciate. 

After she’s saddled up, you lead Willow outside with Arthur. He’s glad you had the knowledge to buy yourself some gear before showing up, mostly the riding boots and a helmet. He admits he never wears one himself, but he grew up on horses so he’s pretty confident in his riding skills. 

“Never go without a helmet until you know how to ride backwards, forwards and upside down,” he says. 

In the round pen, he teaches you how to mount. When you’re finally on Willow’s back, he asks how it feels. It feels good, even if it is taller than you thought it’d be. Arthur just has you walk around the round pin for the next half hour so you can get used to the horse moving beneath you and get your balance. He’s surprised how well you’re able to balance yourself. 

Over the lesson, you keep catching him looking at you, but you can’t tell if he’s just making sure you don’t fall off or get ahead of yourself. It’s probably just wishful thinking, but you swear he seems to always have a small smile when he’s looking at you. Like you said, there’s no way he finds you attractive. 

Over the course of the next few weeks, you have a few more lessons and have graduated to trotting and doing simple work like pirouetting and other types of turns. Arthur says it’s all important so you can really learn how to feel your horse and build that unique bond of trust between horse and rider. It’s tough work that always leaves you sweating a little, not to mention sore. After your first lesson, you could barely walk normally because of how saddle sore you were. 

You swear Arthur’s been flirting with you a little more and more each time you’ve come for a lesson. Banter between you comes easily and you learn a lot about each other. However, by your sixth lesson, you struggle to look him in the eye thanks to the fact you’d had a wet dream about him. It had been amazing too, the things he did to you were just wonderful. You’re determined to keep it a secret. 

The tenth lesson, as you’re unsaddling Willow, Arthur strolls up to you, looking nervous. Oh no, he’s about to tell you he can’t continue teaching you for some reason. Is he about to sell his ranch? Is he selling Willow?! You love Willow, she’s a fantastic horse. Oh no, what is he about to announce? You’ve come so far with these lessons, they’ve been an incredible amount of fun. 

He rubs his neck nervously. “Hey, uh, Y/N. I was wonderin’, well…” He stutters a bit. “I understand if you ain’t interested or if you got plans. And I certainly don’t wanna step on any toes if you already got someone, but…” He finally looks at you with those beautiful blue eyes. They were the first thing you noticed about him. “I’d love to take ya out to dinner. Tomorrow, if you’re free?” 

You must be tired or hungry or dehydrated or something. No way in hell did Arthur Morgan, your horse riding instructor and certified hottie, just ask you out on a date. There’s no way in hell! You must take too long to process this because he begins to stammer again. “I didn’t mean…. If ya already got a boyfriend, or a girlfriend even, I certainly don’t wanna intrude. Sorry if I offended ya.” 

He begins walking away, his face red. You come to your senses, realizing you didn’t make it up. “Arthur, wait! Sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you hanging. I thought… well, I thought I was just hallucinating or something. To be honest, I’ve wanted to ask you out forever but just… didn’t think you’d want to.” Great, now you’re the one rambling. “Arthur, I’d love to go to dinner with you.” 

You’ve never seen him smile so wide. “Well, that’s great, Y/N.” The two of you set time and details and then you say goodbye. His eyes are sparkling when you leave and you feel like you’re floating the entire way home. You can’t believe it. A date with Arthur Morgan! He’s gotta have dozens of women drooling at his feet, you know he teaches other people to ride. You’ve seen a couple of them. So why in the hell did he ask you out? You’re just a normal girl, there’s nothing about you that you find interesting. Not in personality and definitely not in looks. 

The next day, you try to find something nice to wear. Not anything too formal of course, but something nice. You end up just putting on a clean pair of jeans and a tank top with a plaid button down shirt, leaving it open. There. A safe, nice and casual look that still says you know how to have fun. 

Arthur knocks on your door and when you open it, you can’t help but let your mouth fall slightly open. He was always good looking before but now he’s down right sexy. He’s in a pair of jeans, his signature cowboy boots, and a blue plaid button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His shirt’s only buttoned up to halfway up his chest, revealing some of the hair growing on his chest. You remember your sex dream involving him and resist the urge to just rip his shirt open. You doubt you’ll ever get to that point with him. 

At dinner, the two of you get on famously. You chat at the table for well over two hours. But after having a few drinks, your resolve to not be overly sexual towards him is beginning to slip. 

“I think I need more riding lessons,” you say, slurring slightly. “Maybe you can help me more?” 

His eyes spark at you, a dark look in them and he wears an illegally sexy grin. “Oh, I can certainly do that, darlin’.” 

Okay, you’re already hot for this guy. Jesus, you’re not even intimate with him and he’s already pushing your buttons. You think somewhat woefully about how you’ll probably end up feeling lonely while using your vibrator again later tonight. 

However, when you walk out with Arthur to his truck, slightly tipsy, he stops you and then slowly bends down and kisses you. His lips are like fire. They awaken some kind of heat within you that has nothing to do with sex. It feels incredible and you find yourself wanting more when he pulls away. You reach up, tangling your hands in his hair, and kiss him back. Your hand wanders down from his head to his chest where you start rubbing his collarbone, your fingertip barely touching it. His response is undeniable and he groans. “Your house?” he says, his breath picking up. You just nod and kiss him again. 

The next thing you know, you’re in his truck and he’s speeding down the road towards your house. Now is the time for you to start freaking out. Are you really going to sleep with him on the first date? Technically, you’ve spent a lot of alone time with him, but they were never dates. Was this his goal all along? Just getting you into bed and having fun and then, next thing you know, he’s just your instructor again or worse, he disappears? Should you be doing this?

He must be able to tell you’re freaking out because he reaches over and takes your hand. “Sweetheart, you feelin’ okay?” You look at him. “I, um, I don’t want you to think I do this on every first date, Arthur. Because I don’t. Hell, I’ve never fooled around with anyone until after our third date.” He chuckles and brings your hand up to kiss it. “I understand. And I don’t want ya to think I’m tryin’ to take advantage of you.” 

He pulls up to your house and he stops, but doesn’t get out. “Listen, we don’t have to if you don’t feel ready.” Okay, you’re already hard core falling for him. First, he’s hot, he’s sweet and kind, and now he’s patient and he doesn’t wanna push you. You reach over and kiss him. “Thank you, Arthur. I think… if we did it tonight, we’d probably end up regretting it.” 

He nods and then walks you to the door. There, he gives you another kiss. This one’s more passionate, yet not pushy. In it, he says he’s already crazy about you. 

After the first date, the riding lessons have changed only slightly. There’s more touching and kissing, plus Arthur doesn’t hide his flirting anymore. You’ve gone on a few more dates but still haven’t done the nasty with him. He hasn’t pushed for it either, but you can tell you’re getting close to breaking that. 

During one riding lesson, he shows you a slightly tricky maneuver and you try to copy it but end up just slipping off the horse and falling into the sand. He runs over, asking if you’re okay. You are, the only thing injured is your pride. He chuckles when you get up, clearly unhurt. “Now you’re a real cowgirl!” he says with a laugh. “Falling off is a right of passage, sweetheart.” 

“I just lost my balance is all,” you say, brushing your jeans off. The sexual tension throughout the day has been stronger than ever. He touches your shoulder. “Maybe you need a little more practice,” he says. 

Before you can stop yourself, you’re kissing him, your arms wrapped around him. He groans against your lips and you reach down, squeezing his crotch. It immediately grows hard. Arthur pushes you away just slightly and he grabs your hand, running into the stable and into an empty stall where he stores hay and sawdust. 

As soon as he gets there, you’re attacking him. The first thing you do is rip open his shirt. Fuck, he’s even hotter than you thought. You start kissing his chest and stroking his nipples. He tips his head back as one hand wanders down to his belt and undoes it. In your desperation to see him unsheathed, you fumble with his belt. Eventually you get it undone and his pants unbuttoned. You reach in and grab him, his length already hard. His hips buck a little. 

“Hey,” he groans. “Let me give you another riding lesson.” 

You shiver and nod. He lifts up your shirt and rips it off and then unclasps your bra. He stares at your naked breasts for a moment and then you reach down and strip off your pants. Now you’re completely naked in front of him. He smiles as he studies your body and then he strips his own clothes off. 

Once you’re both exposed, he lays down on his back, his cock standing erect. He gestures down at it. “Come on, cowgirl. Time for your lesson.” 

You almost giggle at how cheesy he is, but you comply. You kneel down, straddling his hips but keeping his length away from your slit. You kind of wish there was something in the terms of foreplay. He must sense your hesitation. His hands latch onto your hips and he starts rubbing up your sides and finds your breasts. You tilt your head back as he strokes your nipples, making the already stiff nubs perk out even more. 

Eventually one hand leaves your breast and slides down between your legs. “Damn, you’re wet,” he says. You sigh in pleasure and then he slips a finger into your soaking slit, making you yelp. He tickles you, your breath picking up. You involuntarily twitch on him and then he pushes a finger into you. “Think you’re ready, cowgirl,” he says after a few moments of you fucking his hand. 

You nod and sit up a little, grabbing his stiff cock. You pump it a few times and then angle your hips directly above it, settling down onto him. He feels good as he fills you up. He goes in deep and then, without warning, he begins pushing himself in and out of you. You can’t help but moan with every push and bounce along with him, creating even more friction between the two of you. You look down at him. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are filled with lust. He’s left his old hat on. To be expected, you suppose. You’ve never seen him with it off. 

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he growls. You gasp again as he puts his hand back to your slit, tickling your clit. He’s the first man you’ve done this who has actually taken the time to make sure you get your pleasure. 

“Keep going,” you squeak. “Oh God, Arthur, it feels good.” He stimulates you again and again, your hips wildly bucking as his cock pulses within you. He pushes himself up a little harder, brushing your spot as he slides his finger across your clit again. You clench your toes and groan loudly, turning into jelly on him. “Good girl,” he says in a deep voice. “You’re alright. Easy.” 

Just as you’re coming down and about to put yourself back together, he flips you onto your back so he can really pound himself into you. He’s going so hard you’re sure it’ll hurt in the morning, but you don’t care. He feels amazing. You clutch his back, leaving behind small scratches as he thrusts again and again, chasing his own end. After a short time, he finally pulls out and releases onto your thighs and the hay beneath you. “Shit,” he says when he’s finished spilling out. 

You cup his cheek and smile up at him. “Did I do good?” you ask. He smiles and kisses you. “I think we might need another lesson.”

[miximax-hell]

Happy Goku Day, everyone!!

I checked and, miraculously, I still have followers on this blog. In fact, I’ve gained some since the last time I posted, for some reason! I’m not going to question it, though. Just... bless. But, hey, long time no see! As usual!

This time, I’m going back to my roots. The first drawings I posted on this blog were meant to show my love towards original Raimon, and it’s never a bad time to remind you all that I still adore these kids. Especially now that my friend @dust-monsters-under-my-bed​ has reminded me of them. Go check her art, btw! She’s not very active on Tumblr, but you can find her art on Twitter right here: https://twitter.com/rachelmonart

Anyway, she’s watching Inazuma Eleven for the first time and she’s made me think again about how much love these kids deserve, BECAUSE THEY SURE GOT NONE FROM HINO. DAMN YOU, HINO. So, today, let’s talk about the one and only IE character whose feet are classified as mass destruction weapons, who decided to borrow power from someone who will make you all question me, my logic and my tastes: Yamhan (or, as he is known in the west, Tiencha), THE FUSION OF YAMCHA AND TENSHINHAN FROM DRAGON BALL.

Introducing ShoYamHan! More on him under the cut.

So, first of all, how have you all been? I suppose many of you, like myself, are being told to stay at home to fight this situation. I salute all of you who do your best to stay safe and not help spread anything. It’s a very necessary fight, even if it can be boring at times. Many of us have friends or relatives fighting on the frontline, though (unless you yourself are the doctor or nurse friend!), and we hopefully know that staying at home is a small price to pay.

As for me, I got a job in December and lost it last month, so... yeah. It’s not been great. Still, something I’ve been working hard on for a while should be released soon and that’s so exciting! MY NAME WILL FINALLY BE ON SOMETHING’S CREDITS AND I CAN’T WAIT FOR IT TO BE UP.

But, anyway, back to business!

Rachel suggested I talk about the reasons behind this particular miximax, and considering it makes for a perfect parallel with my first posts, where I talked about the reasons behind Max’s and Kageno’s miximaxes, I’m all up for it! But, this time, I will have to do something new: explain WHO THE HECK YAMHAN IS. So let’s start with a picture of this handsome devil.

As most of you hopefully know, this project is about miximaxing Inazuma characters with video game characters. No anime, movies or anything else. Only and exclusively video games. Dragon Ball has probably spawned all those things, but it started as a manga, so you’d be right to think it most definitely does not qualify for this project. And, indeed, Dragon Ball doesn't. What DOES qualify, however, are Dragon Ball characters exclusive, or first introduced, in a video game. And that’s exactly the case we’re dealing with here!

Growing up, I loved Dragon Ball games. Even before I watched the show properly, in fact! I would go to my friend’s house, who was a fan of the show, and we'd play the Dragon Ball Budokai games nonstop with absolutely zero regrets. Those were some great times. And once I came to know the source material, the game that blew my mind the most was Dragon Ball Budokai 2. Was it the best one? Not necessarily. Is it my favourite? Not by a long shot. Still, it was the most creative! Most games follow the story of DBZ, which, obviously, is always the same. But Budokai 2 wasn’t afraid to do new things. Its story mode resembled a tabletop game and it was more than happy to deviate from the source material in some really fun ways; most notably, with exclusive fusions.

Budokai 2 introduced us all to Yamhan, the fusion of Yamcha and Tenshinhan, two long forgotten characters in the series, as they (and especially poor Yamcha) didn’t do anything especially relevant past... well, past the original Dragon Ball. As a champion of the unloved, that blew my mind. There were other fun things in Budokai 2, but what fascinated me and stayed in my thoughts for years to come was Yamhan. It was just such a cool concept. Two underdogs who had fallen into obscurity fusing to create a much greater warrior!

Of course, Yamhan isn’t the only videogame exclusive characters in Dragon Ball. He isn’t the first, nor the last. Yamhan isn’t the strongest, nor the weakest. But I haven’t played FighterZ nor Fusions (yet), nor pretty much any game that wasn’t on PS2 or GBA. And even if I had, I doubt Android 21 or any of the HUNDREDS of combinations available in Fusions would captivate me and my imagination as much as Yamhan did back in the day. Yamhan was a fusion, which is something that has always fascinated me to begin with. I MEAN, THIS ENTIRE BLOG IS ABOUT FUSING CHARACTERS, SO I THINK IT’S PRETTY OBVIOUS LMAO But he wasn’t just one among hundreds. He was this very specific, never-seen-before, cool as heck and usable fusion. Like, wow. That was wild for me. Sign me up, man.

But, you know, I try not to let that sway me too much. Of course, I wouldn’t likely pick a character I hate for a miximax, but, still, my preferences aren’t everything. And choosing Yamhan begs a question that I have already alluded to: if Yamhan isn’t the strongest game-exclusive DB character out there, then, why him? Well, the answer to that is related to the biggest problem posed by the sheer concept of miximaxing with a Dragon Ball character:

Power escalation.

It’s no exaggeration to say that Goku is, pretty much, the strongest character that has ever played the lead in any manga, and one of the strongest fictional characters ever, period. By the end of the Dragon Ball Super anime, he has EXCEEDED THE POWER OF MANY LITERAL GODS AND IS (or has been) A CANDIDATE TO BECOME ONE. You may prefer One Piece, or Naruto, or anything else, but few things reach the astronomical, reality-bending scope of Dragon Ball. Not to say DB is the best series--I’m just saying that it’s so out of control at this point (and I love it). But, of course, the stronger Goku is, the stronger the villains need to be, and Goku ends up becoming EVEN stronger than said villains. Rinse and repeat dozens of times until you can make an entire universe disappear by raising your hand.

Now, imagine applying that out-of-this-world power escalation to a context where the power balance isn’t so outrageous. For example, Inazuma Eleven.

Goku wriggling in his sleep is more powerful than Zeus, and an accidental sneeze would smash all of Ixal Fleet to smithereens. Do you see what this would do to the balance? It would ruin it completely, as anyone who miximaxed with Goku would be immediately a one-person army able to defeat ANY opponent--and if the opponent were to be EVEN GREATER than Goku, well, the rest simply wouldn’t stand a chance. Ever. Remember: the point of this project isn’t to create perfect and unbeatable players, and I’m not trying to prioritize anyone or make them noticeably stronger than anyone else just because I happen to like X more than Y. That completely ruins the tension and the fun (and my attempts to create justice in this unfair universe). The point is to come up with a balanced team full of players with strong points, but with flaws, too, that complement each other when they play together against stronger enemies.

So, if we go with Dragon Ball, and I love Dragon Ball WAY too much to not include it in this project in some way, we have to be careful and avoid overdoing it. Balance is key. And now that you know why I didn’t just choose the fusion between Beerus and Whis or something crazy like that, I’ll move on to explain what makes Yamhan a very interesting option. I SWEAR THERE ARE SOME ACTUAL REASONS.

First of all, the very concept. You know, Yamcha and Tenshinhan fused to created Yamhan, and now, Shourin is fusing with a fusion. That’s just... hecking cool. I won’t lie--my preferences towards Yamhan didn’t tip the scales towards making this happen, but my preferences towards FUSIONCEPTION totally did. XD But there’s more, thankfully.

From the very beginning, I knew I wanted a fighting game character to miximax with Shourin because it fits his theme best. I’m not big on fighting games, though, so it was quite tough. Especially because just any fighting game wouldn’t do it. Shourin is a martial artist. As I mentioned at the very beginning of this post, his feet are his weapons. His entire body is a weapon, really. If I were to suddenly miximax him with some character who wields a sword or an axe, for example, it would be a complete disservice to Shourin. Original Raimon members don’t have much going on for themselves, and I’m going to cut or ignore the ONE thing that makes one of them special? Not in a zillion years. Shourin needs to fight with his body. That, of course, cuts many characters already: pretty much the entire roster of Soul Calibur, many members of Mortal Kombat, many from games like Skullgirls (which I still want to try to represent here in the future, because @lumaga worked on it and it makes me happy just because of that), etc. For a very long time, I considered someone like Ryu, from Street Fighter, but then it hit me: I have never played Street Fighter and I don’t want to include him just because I know what a Hadouken is. It’d be... cheap. And fake. Thankfully, as I also mentioned earlier, I played LOTS of Budokai back in the day and I am an actual fan, so I don’t have to pretend to know what the heck I’m talking about. XD And, thankfully, most of the characters in DB games fight with their bare fists and legs, so they perfectly fit my needs. Yamhan is, of course, no exception.

Now comes my favourite reason to choose Yamhan and not, well, literally any other DB game-exclusive character. And that reason is style.

Remember that power escalation thing I mentioned earlier? Well, it’s epic, but it comes with a big disadvantage: power ends up becoming much more important than skill. Early Dragon Ball was very focused on fighting styles. There was an ongoing feud between the Turtle School and the Crane School, who taught different martial arts to fight in different ways, and there was a big plot involving which one was superior. It wasn’t just about who was strongest, but about who fought better. With time, that disappeared, though. Even though battles became flashier, aerial and more spectacular, they were much more indistinct. Sure, there were gimmicks like “heh, I have a tail and I will sometimes hit you with it,” or “I will try to hit your face with the palm of my hand instead of my fist for some unspecified reason,” but that isn’t... much. You just see very fast people avoiding equally as fast punches to the face. And Goku, the main character, only shows some style when he adopts a fighting pose BEFORE fighting. Once the punches start flying, it’s all a race to see who can hit the other the hardest in the gut to make them spit blood. Cool nonetheless, but still.

Ironically, though, it’s two of the least relevant characters who never really lost those styles that made them unique when they were first introduced to the series. And those are, of course, Yamcha and Tenshinhan.

Yamcha joins the Turtle School and learns techniques as classic as the Kamehameha, but he had his own style way before that, based on attacking and tearing enemies apart like a wolf would. This is best represented by his signature move, the Rougafuufuuken or Wolf Fang Fist. He never drops this style, but instead builds up on it through his training to make it even fiercer.

Tenshinhan has different things going for himself. First of all, he is a hybrid between a human being and a civilization known as the Three-Eyed People, which grants him powers such as growing extra arms from his back or dividing in 4. Not just moving so fast that it looks like there’s four of him, but ACTUALLY dividing into 4 separate bodies. In terms of skills, he was a Crane School student, but when he realised the wrong of his master’s doings, he decided to start training and developing on his own. Basically, a path that mirrors Yamcha’s, but both lead to unique fighting styles unlike anyone else’s in this universe. And, most importantly, none of them depend on appendixes that are always there, like the aforementioned tail, so they totally work for us here!

Shourin is a proper martial artist. He wouldn’t want to make himself crazy strong as much as he would like to refine his technique and learn new moves and tricks. Martial arts are about discipline, self-control, skill and protection. He would take a cool-ass combo based on a wolf’s moves over earth-shattering strength any day of the week, hence why the fact that these two have so many techniques to offer is so appealing.

Finally, and probably least, is the design idea that immediately came to my mind when I thought of a miximax between Shourin and Yamhan. Historically, I have had to work with characters like Fudou, who are usually mostly bald and they miximax with someone with hair, thus making for some very... difficult things to figure out. But the idea of miximaxing Shourin, who is mostly bald, with Yamhan, who is ALSO mostly bald, was just golden and too good to ignore. And the fact that Yamhan has three eyes GIVES ME AN EXCUSE TO ADD A THIRD CROSS-SHAPED EYE ON SHOURIN’S FOREHEAD. IF A MIXIMAX BETWEEN BALD PEOPLE WAS GOLDEN, THIS IS OUTRIGHT PLATINUM.

Shourin would've probably looked a lot less like a joke if he had had hair covering his entire head or if I had at least given him proper eyes... but that would no longer be the Shourin I love. Not to mention that it’s very likely that Shourin willingly shaves his head to begin with (even if the ponytail ain’t doing him any favours--but that’s just Inazuma logic, so let’s not look too much into it), just like Tenshinhan or Krillin do, so he would probably be happier to keep that, uh, advantage. Relative advantage, but still.

As a side note, though, we can’t forget the balance. When Yamcha and Tenshinhan fuse, they undoubtedly become the strongest human being in the DB universe, overcoming the one who is usually strongest: Krillin. A fusion is always greater than its parts individually, and Yamcha and Tenshinhan aren’t so far away from Krillin to begin with, so that’s not even a question. Regardless, they still don’t have that overwhelming and surreal strength from other characters, so we still don’t get into absolutely OP territory. Yamhan is strong enough to provide Shourin with a power that can make a real difference without completely putting him above everyone else.

Sadly, Yamhan doesn’t really have a backstory, as he’s a game-exclusive character that, honestly, was probably only there for a laugh. That means there is no deep connection between them. We can, however, make obvious connections between Shourin, an aspiring martial artist whose dream, as stated in IE2, was to study at Manyuuji (Kogure’s school) for their focus on martial arts, and is now trying to become stronger to protect what he loves, and two skilled warriors who have been training nonstop under different masters and on their own for basically their entire lives to keep becoming stronger and more skilled in order to defend what’s precious to them and, simply, to be the best version of themselves they can be. Upon seeing such dedicated warriors and artists, Shourin would undoubtedly want to learn from them and, if necessary, borrow their strength too.

Or he might just fanboy and ask for their autographs, honestly. I sure as heck want Yamcha’s. And his baseball card.

[ask-svt-hearteu]

mafia! Jeonghan

anon requested: “ I hope I understood the FAQ's right, and if not I am very sorry, please ignore this! I wanted to request a mafia-boss! Jeonghan scenario (the bullet list ones) where he randomly meets the reader who isn't involved in that life. And while he tried to not involve her, he can't seem to stay away from her. I just want to read about sexy daddy-ish jeonghan hahhaha. I really enjoy your scenarios btw. Especially the harry potter ones! Thank you guys for the hard work💕 “ and “ hi hello! i love mafia/spy/assassin au's and i was wondering if you could do a mafia jeonghan? thanks :) ! ♡♡ “

Admin note: S O R R Y this took so long, I’ve never had such difficulty writing anything like this before and I hit a block with this one. Tysm for the kind words though bb ^~^ (btw I connected this to Joshua’s mafia au and the reader in Joshua’s au is y/n’s friend, f/n, in this story :D)

Yoon Jeonghan had not felt safe in a long time

when you’re breaking the law

things like safety aren’t a commodity one can afford

but luckily

Yoon Jeonghan was no average criminal

when he first started out

he was the best forger of fake ids and passports in the city

he started from the darkest pits of the system

and from the bottom, there’s nowhere to go but up

that’s what made the svt mafia gang incredibly efficient

the high level bosses may have had plenty of employees under them

but all the business was attended to personally

Seungcheol manning weapons deals

Joshua holding deals negotiations

Jeonghan planning the jobs

when Seungcheol walked into Jeonghan’s little shop for fake official docs

asking for a new ID, back before everything started

Jeonghan didn’t know who he was dealing with

but he found out after

a mafia’s son, of a group that died

when he readily agreed to help Seungcheol

they ended up going into business together

and thus the svt gang was born

Joshua joined soon after along with all the others

but Jeonghan felt like they were more than just coworkers

and relying on other people for survival made him feel safer

Jeonghan’s primary job is planning jobs for the gang

making sure that there are at least fifty backup plans

and there’s no way anyone can mess up

he loves watching everything happen under his direction

like a conductor revels at the intricacy of the harmonies in the orchestra under his direction

and how he pulls all the strings

making everything fall perfectly in place

each move carefully planned in his head

but the real thrill

he loves the feeling of going out for a job the most 

blood rushing

the feeling of power as he steadily aims a gun

and hits his target

the money that came with it all

the adrenaline

it kept his mind calm 

pushed aside the fears he had 

it kept his heart racing

better than beer and soju at the bar

it’s interesting building your empire up from the ground up

but it’s dangerous

this Jeonghan knew

svt’s success was met with resistance from other gangs

and the law enforcement of the city was finally catching on

but his plans made svt one of the most notorious mafia groups of history

their name was feared

but sometimes things don’t go as planned

you can’t account for every possibility

that was how Joshua went missing after the last job

it had been pretty simple too

a new group had been acting reckless in their territory 

getting the police’s attention

and Joshua had been sent to warn them about the consequences of messing not only with the law enforcement

but with svt in their home turf 

and then

Shua disappeared

just gone

the whole group tearing apart the city to try to find him

Jeonghan tearing up everything to find him

Jeonghan wasn’t taking it well

he kept blaming himself for the missing team member

you don’t mess with one of them and get away with it

so when he got a lead one night

the name of your friend, f/n

he went out to investigate himself

he was so desperate and out of it he didn’t pay attention to the possibility of it being a trap

and that’s how he got a bullet to the leg

and came crashing through the door to your convenience store

and whether he wanted to or not

crashing into your life

that brings it around to you

you’d like to think you led a very average and normal life

but now

you weren’t sure about anything

especially after meeting Jeonghan

living in the city is difficult

especially since you had to for university

a broke college student trying to make enough money to pay for tuition and finish your degree

anything for a better life

you had always needed to take care of yourself

after all you didn’t have anyone else to help you

it’d be working eight hour shifts on the weekends

and then writing your research paper for English at night

it didn’t leave a lot of free time for anything

you got jobs where you could find them

and quit old jobs when you found better paying ones

the convenience store clerk job may not have been in the safest neighborhood

but it paid decently and you could do statistics homework during break

oh and free snacks

one night you got a text from the owner asking you to take the graveyard shift

since the person just quit

you’d be paid overtime

which was exactly what you needed

guess it was going to be potato chips and coffee cans for dinner

the owner kept acting suspicious though

but money was money

so there you were

midnightish, raiding a can of pringles

trying not to fall asleep

when a loud bang made you jump

you look outside the window

you hear another loud bang

”What-”

you run low to the ground and over to the door, flicking off the lights as you go

and turn the bolt on the door before running back to the counter

sitting under it, wrapping your arms around your knees

heart beating fast

this wasn’t the safest of neighborhoods

you knew that too

you’re never taking the graveyard shift again

”I could have been sipping hot cocoa and watching my favorite show right now” you think to yourself, trying to calm your unsteady heartbeat

a loud crash rang out behind you

glass shattering as the door to the store was broken

holding in your scream, you hold your breath

maybe they wouldn’t notice you

was it someone trying to rob the store?

you hear a string of curses

it doesn’t sound like some masked robber trying to kill you?

if anything the voice was gentle but strained

it sounded like they were hurt

slowly 

you peek behind the counter

a man

he’s wearing dark clothes 

his brown hair neatly styled

he falls on the ground and you gasp as you finally see what’s wrong

blood 

blood clearly smearing the floors you had mopped not too long ago

pooling faster than you thought possible

he starts crawling over to an aisle

you freeze unsure what to do

you should call the police

but what if they don’t get here in time

and you had a gut feeling

a pit sinking in your stomach as you realize it could be a bullet wound

and before you can properly think about the situation

you quickly run out from behind the counter to the toiletries section and watch as he looks up weakly at you

eyes misty

in a panic you try talking to him

anything to keep him conscious

”I really can’t have you dying in my store, I need to get my paycheck not a homicide investigation.” you whisper, freaking out finally

the gash on his leg made you almost hurl

”God I regret not listening to my mom and becoming a doctor.” you wanted to scream

reaching quickly you grab gauze from the aisle and some disinfectant

”Hey! Hey sir?” you ask him

you place the bandages on the ground as he attempts to hold himself up

he looks at you, reaching for your arm

gasping

he grunts in pain

”God what the actual-” you apply pressure on the gauze on the wound on his leg

you scream

tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes

panic at the idea you really wouldn’t be able to save his life

something about the way he looked at you

you must really be his last chance

you hold onto the pressure on his leg as you reach for your phone

you call 911

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“I- have- there’s someone bleeding-”

“I need you to calm down-”

you watch as the injured man grabs your phone

a string of choice words said through his teeth as he hangs up

“Are you crazy?” you ask him, “You’re going to die, I’m not a doctor!”

he types in a phone number and brings it up to his ear before saying one word

“Help.” 

the line cuts and he lays his head down on the ground

eyes looking around in panic and pain

you keep pressure on his injury to try to stop the blood

you can’t just leave him here

you wrap the wound with the remaining bandages, wincing whenever he winces with pain

honestly you’re not functioning correctly

you feel a pressure on your arm as he grabs you and pulls you down on the ground

“What-” 

he holds up his hand, grimacing, and says, “Quiet.”

his voice is soft as you both take cover behind the shelves of the store

voices can be heard from outside

“You definitely hit him.”

“He crashed into the window look.”

“Let’s just hurry up and finish. The cops might show soon.”

“I’ve waited a while to take down Jeonghan. Tonight is a good night.”

your eyes widen as you stare at the guy with the bullet in his leg

his name must be Jeonghan…

he stared blankly in the direction of the voices and kept still

“Is there another exit?” Jeonghan finally whispers to you

“Yea the back door…”

“I think it’s time to go then.”

Jeonghan attempts to get up and almost immediately falls due to his leg

you can already hear approaching footsteps

whoever those people were

you had a good feeling, they weren’t friendly

Jeonghan’s face had gone pale, sweat dripping from his forehead at the strain of trying to walk with a bullet wound

briskly, you take his arm and drape it around your shoulder and help support him as you both walk quietly towards the back of the store, keeping low to the ground

you unlock the back employee door and stumble outside with Jeonghan still being supported by you as you walk into the back alleyway, laying him gently on the ground before fumbling for your car keys

“We need to get you to a hospital-” you start saying, turning back to Jeonghan

the point of a gun enters your vision as soon as you turn

freezing mid sentence, you look at the owner of the gun

another guy, maybe about the same age you would guess to Jeonghan stood in front of you

his black hair framing his face 

his stare was cold, calculating

without taking his eyes off of you, he bends down, keeping the gun trained on you as he examines Jeonghan

“Hannie, you alright?”

“Cheol, yea- I’m fine.” 

“How about Shua, did you meet f/n?”

“It wasn’t her, got attacked.” Jeonghan stares at you, “She didn’t do it Cheol, stop pointing the gun at her.”

you watch in confusion as Cheol lowers his weapon slowly, still staring at you and helps Jeonghan up to his feet

wait

f/n?

“How do you know f/n?” you blurt out without thinking

“How do you know f/n?” Jeonghan asks you, steadying himself against Cheol 

“She’s my missing friend, I haven’t seen her since last-”

“Last Tuesday?” Jeonghan finishes your statement 

“Yea, how did you-” you stutter

the night’s events finally running their course on you after the adrenaline wore off

“Cheol,” Jeonghan asks his friend turning, “What about the guys outside?” 

“I had Wonwoo take care of them, but we couldn’t find you so that’s why I came looking myself. We don’t really need to lose someone else.” Seungcheol said, bitterness lacing his words

you slowly back away from their conversation, hoping this is all some really weird dream and that you did not run into the people you think you just did

“What about the girl? If she knows f/n, she could help-” Cheol asks

“No it’s too dangerous, let’s just go back and figure out a new plan.”

“Alright we have to take care of that bullet wound anyway.”

“Call Mingyu about clean up.” 

“Thought of that already.”

you didn’t know what to make of anything they said but you watched as they turn to face you

you were pretty sure now

the mob

you had run into the freaking mafia

just your damn luck

“Thank you.” Jeonghan said quietly

and then you felt someone come up behind you

before you could turn and run

a cloth was forcibly pushed up to your face

the smell of chloroform filling your nose

as the world faded to black

when you came to

you were laying on your couch at home

was it all… a dream?

looking down at your clothes, you realized you were wearing the same clothes as last night

and there were still blood stains

definitely not a dream

how were you home then?

the last thing you remembered was

him 

Jeonghan

thoughts of Jeonghan resurfaced in your memory

did he survive?

was he ok?

the way his pale face reflected the yellow light of the city at night

the way he had said “thank you” right before you blacked out

who was he?

you recalled that he had used your phone to call someone

Cheol? Was that his name?

reaching for your phone, you called the most recent number

“This number no longer exists. For additional services please press 1…”

you quickly set down your phone

how were you home?

what happened?

a few weeks had passed since that night

considering the store owner had come back to clean floors and a glass door in perfect condition which had earned you a pay raise

did not help your memory

you could have sworn the door shattered

you spent the past few weeks going insane, thinking maybe the whole night was some wacky tripped up on sleep deprivation and convenience store gummy bears hallucination

how else was the door perfectly fine, the floors bloodless?

could you have imagined the whole thing?

no 

your bloodstained shirt from that night hanging on the laundry hamper begged to differ

you were scared to tell anyone though

because who would believe you?

paranoia plagued you everywhere

it always felt as though there was someone, out there, watching you

sending chills up your spine

you didn’t feel safe

and one night your fears were confirmed

you had been walking home

when all of a sudden your phone rang

“Y/n”

that voice

it was

“It’s Jeonghan. We met on… unfortunate circumstances a few weeks ago.”

you took a shaky breath

“Why-”

“Listen carefully.” he said

“Ok?”

“It seems that a hit has been ordered.”

“A hit?”

“Yes. Someone wants you dead.”

your blood ran cold

freezing in your tracks, you looked up and down the empty street

it’s nighttime

no one’s around

“I have good reason to believe that me meeting you did not do you any favors.”

“I didn’t do anything!!!” you yelled

your voice echoed across the street

“Y/n, there’s some people following you. I need you to keep walking until the street corner. Can you do that?”

“Why would I trust you?” you said hysteria rising

“Because I don’t want to kill you, and they do. See the difference?”

“I really don’t.” you snapped

but you can feel your feet take on lives of their own

as you walked forward

the street corner was still quite far away

you picked up your pace

was it just you or

could you hear footsteps…?

you broke into a run

and Jeonghan’s call to you cut

faster 

they were faster

you felt yourself being yanked backwards

a cold blade being pressed against you

as you felt a sharp pain slicing into you

burning your side

setting your nerves on fire

you collapsed onto the ground

phone sliding through your fingers

a dark figure stood above you

“Thanks for making my job easy sweetheart.” the man chuckled

“You should know to mind your own business next time.” he growled

your vision blurred as you laid on the cold concrete

the street lights dimming with each passing second

so this was how you die

a tear ran down your cheek as the man dropped the knife

it fell with a clang as a loud gunshot echoed in your ear

maybe you were imagining things in your dying moments

but you swore you saw the face of an angel

Jeonghan calmly lowered his gun

and bent over to pick you up carefully in his arms

looking down at you, he placed you gently in a nearby car

“Don’t die on me yet, y/n.”

and then the world faded to black

you woke up in an unfamiliar hotel room

your side wrapped in bandages neatly

“The cut wasn’t too deep, you should be ok.”

your eyes met Jeonghan’s 

he stood, arms crossed at the door

leaning, casually against the wall

“You were lucky.”

you heard a bit of an edge in his voice

and anger

he slowly walked towards the bed

“What-what happened?” you asked

“It seems someone found out you helped me escape that night.” he said, sitting on the sofa placed at the foot of your bed

“And they don’t take well to anyone messing up their plans.” Jeonghan gave a hollow laugh

“So I was attacked?”

“No, you were supposed to die.” Jeonghan said playing with the buttons on his suit

He got up and walked right up to where you were laying in bed

And stared down directly into your eyes

“But you didn’t die.” he tilted his head before giving you a dazzling smile

“Which means…?” you asked

“Which means there will be plenty more people after you, wanting blood.” he said 

“But…” he began, “I’m not letting that happen.”

“Why don’t you just let them kill me?” you scoffed, “Probably would save you a lot of trouble.”

“I could, but you see y/n, I take everything very personally. Attack me, fine, fine. But attack someone because of me. Well, let’s just say you chose the wrong person to mess with.” 

He walked slowly back to the door of the hotel room

“I’ll be back later to check up on you. For now, the best medicine for for a knife injury is sleep.”

“I thought it was pain killers.” you groaned

“Yea but the pain killers I have aren’t for you, babe.” he winked, “Plus I want to get to know you better.” 

and then he left

you spent several days recovering 

and although you had the choice to leave at any time

Jeonghan made that very clear when he visited you everyday

it was suggested that you’d be safer under their watch

at least for a bit

Jeonghan did make it a bit better

he brought movies and take out 

not something you’d expect of him 

not that you expected anything

he’s the freaking mafia after all

and you’d both just sit around 

watching shows 

being lazy

not getting up except to get food

and strangely

he seemed

chill? 

the way he talked to you was casual 

but he didn’t seem bad

at least not to you

you observed more than you probably should have those few days with Jeonghan

you saw him get frustrated countless times on the phone

sighing and running his fingers through his hair

“No.... Get the- look there better not be a target on her head anymore or... I don’t really care how you do it-”

“Any leads? No I’m going to stay here for a bit, lay low and hopefully get this issue resolved. It’s dangerous for y/n...” 

he might have thought you were sleeping away on pain killers for your injuries

but you heard it all

you saw how he sometimes sat

frozen in his chair

head resting on his hands

you could see how desperation seemed to roll off him

how scary he could be when he wanted to be

talking to the random men that met him in the eating area of the hotel room

you peeking out through the opening of your door 

finally you decided to ask

“Jeonghan?” 

he looked up carefully from the schematics laying on the dining room table in the hotel room

he tried hiding it from you but you knew

“What’s up y/n?”

“I’m not clueless you know.” you sighed, “I know who you are and what you do. And I’m telling you, I’m terrified.” 

you suck in a quick breath before sitting down next to him

“Terrified of me?” he asked guarding his expression

awkward silence passed between the two of you

no

you weren’t scared of him

but for him

that weird inexplicable little tick in the side of your chest

if he had wanted you dead

you would be and it’d be simple too

he wouldn’t and didn’t need to save you that night

he was clearly dangerous

and you being out of the way would have helped him

but now you’re the liability

he spent days waiting here for you to heal

making sure you felt safe

and that no one else would come after you

and now

you were scared for him

“T-Tell me what’s going on...” you stammered, clearing your throat

“With what?” he said dodging

“What happened that I’m still here, and that you- you’re upset... What is it?”

he turned to face you with his whole body

faces a foot apart

“I live a dangerous life, y/n. It’d be in your best interest to not get involved.”

“Like it or not I’ve been involved. I almost died.”

“I know, and that’s why I’m sorry. Why you’re still here, why I’m trying my everything to make sure no one ever hurts you again.” he gritted his teeth as he answered, shaking slightly

“On the Tuesday your friend went missing, my friend also went missing.” he told you

“Joshua?” you had heard the name countless times but never understood where he fit into everything

“Yea. My best lead is that your friend, f/n, was someone Joshua knew a long time ago, but she’s missing also.”

you thought about this new information

it was true f/n had transferred not too long ago to your school

she had been quiet though and the reason you two were friends was because of a class project

“I’ve been looking through the whole city but I can’t find Joshua or f/n. It’s not anything I’ve ever experienced before.” he clenched his fist 

“So...?”

“So, I’m going to keep looking, even if it kills me, I need to find Joshua.”

you hesitantly reached for his hand

trying to comfort him

“You’ll find him.” you tried reassuring him

“I’m going to find him. I’m not going to lose anyone else important to me.”

he looked at you

because you were important to him

and he was just figuring that out

“So until I figure out who’s after you, you’ll stay with me right?”

you’re stunned

you should have said no

you should have run very far away

this person is dangerous

this whole thing was dangerous

but

he saved you that night

he tried protecting you the same way you blindly protected him that night he was shot

so

“I’ll stay.” 

MASTERLIST

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Why You Should Stop Hating Aria Montgomery: A PSA.

OUT of the four liars, Aria Montgomery is the one I related the most to. Aria Montgomery is every single one of us - starting with who she was as a teenager up until the most recent episodes. She’s human and I will fight you if you call her selfish like it’s flaw - no one isn’t selfish. It’s called self-preservation - you’d die without it. Anyways, let’s get started on this. 

Aria & Ezra, Ezra & Aria....

Seasons 1-2, Ezria was definitely a favorite ship on the show. However, at the time, I wasn’t even aware of the concept of statutory rape. I mean, I was like 13 I believe? After the Season 4 rather nauseating revelation that Ezra not only actively sought out Aria in the bar while knowing how old she was, he’d previously been involved with her dead best friend. Now, if he’d approached Aria and introduced himself as an author interested in writing a story on her friend’s death, and Aria had agreed as a way to escape the stresses of her parent’s drama as well as to divulge just who alison really was (a fucking horrible person btw, i despise alison dilaurentis with every fiber of my being) -- i believe a more romantic arc would have been spun, all without the cringe-instilling shit they forced on us. 

Now, on why Aria would marry Ezra, even after all he’s done. 

Aria was at the most impressionable age of her life. Her parents’ lives was falling apart, she was being stalked by a god-knows-who who was out to get her and her friends, and she and her friends were still struggling with dealing with the way alison disappeared from their lives. After Alison’s disappearance, Aria’s the character who grew the most and become her own person, and as soon as Alison and her shit got reintroduced back into her life, all she’s built over a whole year was shattered -- she sought out the one person who gave her the sense of the person she was, and that was Ezra. 

I’m not saying Ezra is a saint - no, he’s an asshole, and him getting shot for Aria and the girls doesn’t amend to his sins. But again, over the course of her high school life, Ezra may have the been only sane constant in Aria’s life. I won’t say it’s love that drove her to accept an eternal life with Ezra. But it’s a desire for a semblance of safety and stability. It’s a self-defense mechanism that a lot of population is open to doing. You can’t blame her for accepting to be with someone who’d tricked her like that - especially when he’s actively been trying to redeem himself since then. 

When A.D. threatened to send Ezra to jail - Aria’s self-defense mechanism was to of course comply. It was a no brainer to her, and it would be a no brainer to all of us. She didn’t do it so that she and Ezra could get married, and she did not do it because she was afraid Ezra would find out about the report. If anything, Ezra deserves to be target practice for Aria’s self-defense classes and that would still not be enough to make up for what he’s done (Because everyone said that Aria was stupid for helping A.D. when Ezra knew about the report to begin with, but that’s not why Aria did this.) 

Now, onto the good stuff --

the AriA BetrAyal ReveAl...

Before I begin discussing this, I wanna highlight on why A.D. chose Aria out of all the liars to do her bidding, and why not Spencer or Hanna or Emily (Alison’s not one of the liars she should have stayed dead.)

On the contrary to everyone’s quick jump to conclusion, Aria’s actually the least selfish liar out of all of them. She’s also the most passionate.  And by all of them, I do mean all of them. That being said, at least both Hanna and Spencer have done some shit for A once before, so are we really gonna be judging Aria right now? Over the course of the 7 seasons, we’ve seen Aria lie and keep secrets to protect people she cares about. I don’t have time to recount how many times or occasions Aria’s done this but she always has, while the liars have on one time or another have all betrayed each other at some point. 

What stood out to me the most was Spencer Hasting’s enraged reaction to Aria’s ‘said betrayal’ 

Spencer claims she didn’t hurt anyone by being A. And that is not true --

Spencer didn’t join the A-Team to freaking be a double-agent. She was driven to join after a mental breakdown when she thought Toby was dead. Mona may have told her that Toby was alive, but Spencer was told that Toby would be her reward if she could get the liars at party on friday --- which is why Spencer’s parents throw a party to celebrate her departure from Radley. Spencer joined the team to save Toby, just like Aria joined the Team to save Ezra. She may have turned midway when she finally actually saw him, but so did Aria. So let’s not paint Spencer as a hero and Aria as a betraying bitch - they’ve both done the exact same thing, and the writers are recycling old plots because they have nothing better to do. 

Spencer slipped some of her sleeping pills into Malcolm’s ice cream - I’m not sure why she did this, I don’t know if she was hoping Malcolm would forget what she looked like or not, but that was dangerous. Sleeping pills specifically are dosed for adults. It’s a miracle she didn’t kill him. 

She claims that the A who took Malcolm wanted to get caught - and if she did, she wouldn’t have told Malcolm her name was Alison. She wasn’t trying to get caught. 

Later on, Aria snaps, saying that Malcolm is off-limits. If Spencer really wanted to prove a double-agent status, Aria should have been in on this. Being a double-agent doesn’t count if Spencer’s the only one who knows what she discovers; she should have told Aria. Aria didn’t agree and had to be threatened twice to comply to A.D’s wishes. Spencer didn’t even waste a heartbeat thinking what taking Malcolm could possibly do to Aria.

Last but not least, Spencer’s parents going through a divorce is not Aria’s fault. Spencer is deluding herself to think that her parents even stood a chance, back from the day they found out Jason was Spencer’s brother. But that’s not a point I should mention because everyone agrees with me anyways.

Troian revealed in an interview that Spencer was supposed to be A. Which brings me to a point that, Marlene didn’t even know where she was going with this show after season 2. She just kept adding plots and twisting pasts and creating plot holes to add to the shock factor. 

Now onto the infuriating part of this, Alison Dilaurentis

“So what? It was just a no brainer for you to pick Ezra over us?”

If Alison Dilaurentis was a part of my life, I’d run her over with a truck the first chance I had. 

But Aria hasn’t done that - Despite all the shit that Alison has put Aria through, Aria was the most welcoming and embracing of Alison’s return. Aria’s the one who married Alison, and Aria’s the one who took her back to the sanitarium and promised over and over that everything would be okay. Even after finding out that Charlotte, Alison’s sister, was the reason they’d all gone through what they went through, even when they all should have cut ties with Alison and laughed in her face when she asked them to testify in Charlotte’s behalf, she and the girls didn’t. 

But Alison is also the prime reason why all of this is happening to those girls - so yes, Alison, it would be a no brainer for people to not pick you, you selfish, manipulative, conniving bitch. 

It just honestly made me laugh my ass off when Alison said that - because of all people, Alison would run them all over for her own self-interest. She’s always been like that, surviving like she lived in the jungle, surrounding herself with possible prey if the food ran out. If A.D. had approached any of the girls, I’m sure none of them would have hesitated. Given the current situation, if it’d been Hanna approached by A.D. to do this to save Caleb from some illegal hacking he’s probably done in his past, I can guarantee you that Hanna Marin would have done more that break a crib and plant a phone.  If it’d been Emily to protect Alison, I don’t think I have to say Emily would have sold her own kidney cause she’s already done something akin to that (not joking, that relationship is even more toxic than Ezria. It’s disgusting and everyone who ships Emison needs to do a reality check. It’s bad LGBT representation. It’s bad general romantic relationship representation. It’s sick and twisted and I just can’t.) And Spencer’s already at a fragile mental space, she’d have anything with proper pressure anyways.

If anyone else had said that to Aria I may have conceded, but it had to be Alison Fucking Dilaurentis, Queen of Selfish Bitch Land. 

That last thing I wanna say is that I am HEAVILY disappointed in Spencer, Hanna, and Emily. Mona’s probably one of the few characters with an actual clinical mental disorder diagnosis. Their past with her alone should be enough for them not to trust a word that comes out of her mouth. When Spencer asks for proof and Mona plays a damn recording I was SURPRISED that THAT’S all they needed to believe it was Aria. Aria should have been given the benefit of the doubt, and given a chance to explain. Instead, Mona turned them on Aria and I believe Mona’s done this to forcefully pull the girls apart. I think Mona’s the one who planted the phone in the Brew for Aria, and she’s been the one talking Aria that whole last episode, not A.D. A.D.’s work with Aria ended with the puzzle piece. This was all Mona. 

Mona’s the one who who provided evidence to the police to give Aria an alibi on the night of Charlotte’s murder. After all, we all know Mona is tech savvy, she can do anything. She wanted to drive Aria away and seclude her so that at some point, Aria would lead her to A.D. I think Mona too was blackmailed by A.D. But given her illness, she just couldn’t stand the idea of someone not only stealing the game from her but actually controlling her to do their bidding (Mona’s the body used to create avatAria.)

When the liars froze Aria out, they chose who was going to lose. That’s what the endgame of this whole episode was. To drive one girl apart enough for them to not even consider looping her in on this. And they succeeded, by freezing aria out, the girls chose Aria to be the one to take the blame. And even if Mona did send an alibi to the police, it can be easily refuted. 

What I’m trying to say is shame on them for trusting Mona Vanderwaal. 

This is been a ranting PSA. Please, feel free to send me all the hate and attacking anonymous messages your heart desires, because I’ll delete them all anyways :)