#and liked him already but this skyrocketed my opinion by so much

[chayannesegg]

okay rewatching the creation lore and it's SO sweet the way mike (and mine!) are consistent in advocating for richas during the whole thing: telling people off for pressuring him for answers he doesn't have, trying to keep blame off of him given the impossible situation he's been put in (obviously he'd never have killed his tio tubbo if he knew this would happen! it was meant to be a bet), attempting to take the brunt of sunny's anger. it was such a tense situation and he does a great job navigating it on behalf of richas

he's also still very kind with sunny (esp once he realizes how upset she is, bar a few mistimed jokes) trying to focus on bringing back her dad, while firmly protecting richas and it's just so good!! he's so good!! even with his relationship with sunny being NOT good! she's been antagonistic with him for days, and now he's defending the person she sees as directly responsible for her dad being gone, but he still tries even if sunny is not able to recognize it (bc he's the adult and she's hurting so much)

i'm just so glad richas had mike with him for that conversation. it would have been so much harder for him if someone wasn't there firmly on his side, defending him and his feelings

he comes across so independent and brazen-faced most of the time, but he's just a little boy put in an impossible position.

told he's accidentally really killed his tio; told he's holding the piece that's keeping him from returning; told he's ranked 7th in tubbo's hierachy and disposable in the face of other eggs; watching chayanne and sunny get increasingly annoyed with him (and threatening him!)

who is going to care what he thinks, what he feels, about how he's expressing his hurt?? well, his pai ofc and it's so lucky he was there with him

[tossawary]

There are some fanfiction AUs where Sidious is revealed as a Sith earlier in the timeline and Anakin refuses to believe the evidence until Palpatine is dead on the floor, sometimes to the point of physically attacking the accusers to defend Palpatine's innocence. Which depending on the exact circumstances, in my opinion, sometimes stands as an interpretation in direct contradiction to Anakin canonically turning against Palpatine in "Revenge of the Sith", before ultimately changing his mind.

Anakin is reckless and arrogant and ultimately selfish, I won't deny any of that, he's a flawed character, but... he's not attached to Palpatine as his friend above everything else. When he finds out the Palpatine is a Sith, he goes straight to Mace Windu, someone he dislikes, and gives Palpatine up to the Jedi immediately. If Anakin hadn't come back during the Windu-Sidious fight, if he'd held out for another five minutes, then Windu probably would have won. Sidious came very, VERY close to getting his ass killed at the last minute and losing everything, because Anakin was still on the fence. It seems unlikely that getting cooked by Sith Lightning was part of Palpatine's plan.

Tragedy is a matter of timing, as much as it is about specific people and places. The "when" of it matters. Anakin's fall to the Dark Side is initially all about FEAR, though it soon gets twisted into anger and hatred. He's been dreaming about losing Padmé (and their child) like he lost his mother, and he's convinced that Sidious can save her. If there's no lethal threat to Padmé, then Anakin has less reason to turn on the Jedi and jump ship.

They're about to end the war, which has made Anakin a very important and powerful figure, and Anakin is even more at odds with the Council than before. Everything feels unbalanced and the future is uncertain. He's been forced onto the Council by Palpatine and the Council is essentially asking him to ruin his friendship with Palpatine, whom he likes in spite of and because he's a dictator, and who is also likely about to lose a lot of emergency powers. Anakin may feel like the "jealous" Jedi Council intend to take their dislike out on him as soon as the war is over and he's no longer so useful to them. They will almost certainly boot him off the Council ASAP, because he is absolutely not ready to be a Master or a Councillor, despite what respect he personally feels owed due to his powers.

By a quick line of dialogue in this movie, it's also revealed that Anakin at some point TOLD Palpatine about the Tusken massacre. Anakin is presumably afraid that the Jedi would react with rightful horror to what he did and punish him; he may resent them because he knows they "wouldn't understand" his anger. If Palpatine wasn't a Sith Lord and just got arrested, Anakin could still lose everything if Palpatine decided to retaliate by talking about Anakin's secrets.

When Anakin interferes with Windu killing Sidious and Windu dies, it's because Anakin is desperate to at least spare Palpatine's life to save Padmé, but now he's FUCKED. He already wanted to be both a Jedi Knight and married to Padmé at the same time, and he thought that the Jedi Council would try to take one or both of those things away from him if they knew. But now he's helped to murder the Master of the Order, which I don't think he necessarily wanted to do, and there's no coming back from that. The "they'll take everything from me" fear has skyrocketed. He probably thinks they'll try to take revenge (justice) at all costs. He chooses himself (and Padmé, initially, before he ends up killing her too) over the entire Jedi Order and the entire Republic to escape the consequences.

After this point, Anakin's fall is less a slippery slope and more like a straight shot downwards, because it goes right into the Jedi Temple massacre. Personally, I think this jump is a little far, as it's executed in the films. I might have preferred a scene where Anakin takes the troopers and asks that the Jedi Order surrender to the Supreme Chancellor first, maybe? Before it descends into chaos? So that Anakin can angrily argue that they left him no choice? I don't know. Anakin lets all of his past resentments go wild, just throws himself into his anger, and is having some full-on mental breakdown here, which combined with some bonus Dark Side nonsense from Sidious is not necessarily unrealistic, but does feel a little rushed and uniform for my tastes in the trilogy by itself.

With Anakin and the Jedi Order's fall happening pretty much overnight like that, it gives Anakin even less time to be pulled off this path by Padmé or Obi-Wan. If Obi-Wan had been there to de-escalate the situation before Windu's death, if he had found out about Padmé's pregnancy as Anakin breaks down, he might have been able to promise that he would care for Anakin regardless and point out that Palpatine might be the true threat to her life. And Anakin might have listened to that much-needed reassurance and management of his extreme emotions. He loves (is attached to) Padmé and Obi-Wan, supposedly, and he's listened to them about various important things before. But Obi-Wan wasn't there this time.

In an AU scenario, it's not unrealistic that Anakin might not want to believe that Palpatine is the Sith Lord. If the accusation comes from someone Anakin dislikes, I do think Anakin would be even less inclined to believe it. He's stubborn. He does consider Palpatine a friend. Palpatine compliments him and strokes his ego, where Obi-Wan can be critical and distant. Anakin might be the first one to suggest that someone could be framing the Chancellor.

But for all that Anakin is reckless and self-centered and has a spectacularly violent emotional breakdown in "Revenge of the Sith", he DOES turn Palpatine in first. He knows that the Jedi Council will try to investigate, then perhaps arrest the Chancellor, rather than go to murder as their first option. When Mace Windu tells Anakin to stay behind in the Jedi Temple, Anakin listens at first. He ALMOST left Palpatine to be handled by the Jedi Council without him. Anakin's last minute choice, initially made for Padmé's sake before going into a wild spiral of bad shit, is what tips the final balance towards Palpatine's victory.

In the original trilogy, Darth Vader is game to overthrow the Emperor for Luke, so they can rule the galaxy as father and son. He DOES choose Luke in the end. Admittedly, this is after 20+ years of pain and misery and violence that has brought him no happiness, which has probably contributed to Anakin's hatred of Palpatine. But it suggests to me that hot-headed Anakin could be easily persuaded to view Palpatine's reveal as a Sith Lord as a personal betrayal, especially if it happens earlier. Palpatine is behind the whole war? Then Palpatine is responsible for Padmé and Obi-Wan nearly dying too many times to count. Anakin might be angrier and more eager than anyone else to get rid of Palpatine, for lying to him this whole time, once he gets over the surprise.

Anakin is a somewhat unstable character, but he has reasons behind his behavior. He's unstable BECAUSE he's strongly guided by his fears and his anger and his attachments to his loved ones. I think it's reasonable not to like him, but sometimes I'm reading certain interpretations of him, and it's like, "That's not why he sucks, though."

Like, Anakin is motivated by fear of loss, yes, and losing Padmé is his number one trigger point. But he is ALSO motivated at times by fear of losing his position in the Jedi Order, because he likes some of the other Jedi, and he likes being a hero and helping people to some degree (also he may have some deep-seated childhood fear about having nowhere else to go but back to Tatooine). That's why he married Padmé secretly. And I personally think he values his position as a Jedi and his home there more than he does Palpatine's friendship, especially when he's younger.

If Anakin is not losing his mind on a cocktail of Padmé death nightmares, Jedi Council politics, the end of the war, war trauma, Palpatine's potential blackmail, and so on, then taking Palpatine's side too strongly stands to lose him his position as a Jedi, all that stability and compassion, all that privilege and recognition. Yeah, Anakin can be reckless and impulsive and relies too much on being bailed out by other people, but he's not entirely without a sense of self-preservation. It's definitely not impossible that Anakin would attack and even kill someone to defend Palpatine, that he would choose Palpatine over the Jedi, you can use Ep3 as very hard proof of that, but there are plenty of circumstances where I think it's more likely that Anakin would feel betrayed and turn on Palpatine for being Sith.

Because in both "Revenge of the Sith" and "Return of the Jedi", Anakin DOES turn on Palpatine. Sidious relying too much on his manipulation of Anakin gets him cooked by Sith Lightning in Ep3 and it finally gets him killed in Ep6. Seriously, Palpatine nearly dies in "Revenge of the Sith". It's so close. Anakin can and WILL murderously turn on this guy pretty quickly if the circumstances and consequences don't line up just right.

[lyneira]

♡ How to earn the lion's love ♡

-> things you can do to make this lazy lion love you to the moon and back

leona x reader (fluff!)

check out malleus' version here! -> ♡ how to gain the dragon's affection ♡

Lull him to sleep!

Yes, I know he can easily fall asleep on his own already, but if you were there with him, he would sleep 10x better! Do anything to relax him. Let him rest his head on your lap, run your fingers through his smooth mane, or maybe even hum a soft tune and he will be at peace.

The first time you have him lay his head on your lap, he'll feel a bit tense. Sure, he's used to others doing things for him, but he's not used to being given such intimate affection. Assure him that it's okay to be this vulnerable. Though, you needn't say anything at all. Tell him by gently rubbing his temples, enveloping him with the warmth of your hands, and feel as he allows himself to let go as the weight of his head falls deeper into your lap. If he wakes up and sees you smiling tenderly down at him, he might immediately pop up off your lap. He'd do this, not because you startled him, but because his heart can't handle such a beautiful sight and he'd need to hide the faint blush on his cheeks.

Shower him with compliments!

This guy has a lot of pride and an ego that needs to frequently be fed. Just do it, will ya? Treat him like the king he is because at home, they simply don't treat him right. But no flattering him! He'll get irritated by your insincerity (and he'll probably call you a bootlicker lol 💀) if you do.

Don't allow him to tell you "never mind" or "it doesn't matter" when it comes to talking about his feelings or his opinions!

Even if he says "it's a pain" to try to explain it and will stubbornly attempt to keep his mouth shut, be persistent in wanting to hear what he has to say! If you're far more stubborn than he is, he'll eventually let up. Again, back home, he has often been treated with disregard for being the second son, so do the opposite and go all out with it! Make him feel heard and his appreciation for you will skyrocket. The foreign feeling of opening up to someone may be weird to him, but if that someone is you, then it's a feeling he'd be willing to get used to.

Be appreciative and acknowledge his efforts!

He’ll probably shrug you off, saying that he only did it for his own selfish reasons and whatnot, but stand your ground! Deep down, it warms his heart that you see him, and that his accomplishments and efforts aren't going unnoticed. He might say that he doesn’t need your thanks. Even so, a little appreciation can’t hurt from time to time, can it? And it'll go a long way too. You’ll notice that he’ll be doing those things you've thanked him for more frequently. (He'll act kind enough when he's around you that Ruggie would be like, "Hey, y/n...what the heck have you done to Leona?!" 😨 lol)

Simply play chess with him!

It doesn't matter if you're good or bad at it, play his favorite game with him and he'll enjoy it either way. If you're skillful, his competitive spirit will come out and he'll be having a fun time going against you! No worries if you're bad at it, he's willing to teach you even though he'd be like 🙄 for most of the time. But as you eagerly listen and try to grasp the tactics he teaches you, he'll subtly smile to himself. He's secretly happy you're trying to spend time with him doing what he enjoys.

Also, attempt to make it a routine with him. In his mundane life of attending classes, give him something to look forward to, (which would be getting to play chess with you)

For most of his life, Leona has been overshadowed by his brother and has lost much motivation because of it. So let him know that you see him, that you hear him, that you appreciate him, and maybe he'll come to find one of those rare motivations. That, being you 😘

a/n: now that my posts are finally showing up in the tags, I'll continue this series on this blog instead of @ne-nene-ne ! That'll include any of my other writing as well!

I realize that I might honestly be more biased towards Leona because this one was longer than Malleus' 💀 (I love both boys tho, I swear)

As for the next victim, I'm thinking of doing Azul next! then maybe Idia too 🤔

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, TRANSLATE, OR REPOST MY WORKS ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

[liliesof-the-valley]

How do you say…

They react to the fact you can speak another language. So sorry if this isn’t really accurate or that good, I just had the idea and seemingly needed to write it down! Other brothers will come later, in order. As well as side characters!

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Lucifer

Lucifer already knew that you could speak another language , considering he had gone through your files when he was selecting you as an exchange student.

Though he didn’t exactly pay this information any attention, that is until he heard you speaking this language. The first time he heard the words coming from your lips he was quite stunned. What did you say?

Nonetheless, he is quite amazed at the fact you can speak another language and if you can speak multiple, his pride in you just skyrockets.

In my opinion, he would most likely be able to speak a multitude of other languages, hell, there’s probably a spell to understand and speak different languages in the devildom.

Yet you, someone who has learnt and understood a different language and did so without any form of magic— more likely just hours of memorising grammar rules, pronunciation and translation, isn’t it obvious that he’s going to show you off?

At parties hosted by Diavolo, occasionally you can hear your name uttered by lucifer, a grin on his face—undoubtedly he is boasting about you.

He also does love to hear you speak it, how the pronunciation rolls off your tongue, how you annunciate the vowels, anything really about it.

What stunned you however , is how one day whilst you were watching a series in said language lucifer appeared and sat on the couch next to you. Then he began to speak and that’s when your emotions turned into a mix of stunned and impressed.

If your ears didn’t deceive you, you heard lucifer speaking in your language, fluently it seemed. ‘What are you watching?’ Was uttered , a soft chuckle following afterwards at the sight of your raised eyebrows and confused expression.

Afterward, he explains how it was just a temporary spell he used to speak the language for a period of time. Once he asked you to teach him some of your language and he got the hang of it almost instantly.

Mammon

The way mammon found out is when you were stuck on dinner duty and he was helping , you had needed to ask him to pass something when the word couldn’t translate into English in your head.

‘Whatcha need me to get then?’ He asks, heading to the kitchen cabinets

‘The, uh, the thingy’

‘What’d ya mean the ‘thingy’?’

‘You know…the thing that’s used to season stuff’

‘You’re gonna need to be more specific... There’s about twenty-somethin’ things that could be that ‘thingy’’

‘Get me the chili flakes’ you say, though ‘chili flakes’ is said in your language. He looks back at you, even more confused. Finally, you give up and head to the cabinets pulling out the chili flakes.

‘Yo, that’s not what they’re called , is it?’

And then the realisation that you were speaking in a different language set in but he was still a little confused ‘why’d ya say it in a different language if you don’t speak another…YA SPEAK ANOTHER LANGUAGE?’

I mean, I feel like pride is one of the things that all the brothers would feel when learning this piece of info. Mammon is very much enjoying the fact that you, his human was fluent in a different language , by Lord Diavolo he was absolutely thrilled. Could he somehow market this , let’s see… translator maybe? Well, then he realised he’d have to share your ability with the world and hid din takes over. No one’s gonna hear you speak this other language other than him, ya hear?

Though, his efforts to hide this from his brothers are all ruined when he accidentally spills it whilst in conversation over the dinner you’d just made. Actually, it wasn’t like you were keeping this a secret, mammon was but well, that didn’t go as he planned.

Needless to say he is very excited to hear you speak it,finding your pronunciation and you in general ‘decent enough’ (he means incredibly attractive) and frequently asks questions like

‘How do you say lucifer needs to gimme more money for allowance?’ Or ‘how’d ya say *insert swear word/profanity*’

I also feel like he’d be the type of person to ask ‘how do you say my name in your langauge’ as if it wouldn’t be the same 😭😭

He had had a case in which when he was mad / irritated at one of his brothers he swore at them only in said language and after he was done cussing them out, burst your door open and with his hands on his hips and a devious grin on his face.

‘What did you do?’ Is the first thing uttered from your lips when you saw him

[lunatic-pudge]

Werewolf Sniper SFW and NSFW Headcanons

SWF

-Good lord, where do I even begin? Let's just say that Soldier pissed Merasmus off so much that everyone got turned into some sort of mythological being. For Sniper, he beceame a werewolf

-His "normal" form is just him with wolf ears and a big fluffly tail, he also has slight more body hair as well, his form take a more wolfish appearance and behavior when there's a full moon out. He had to cut slits in his hat so he could still wear it

-He likes to think he's still relatively the same, but it's just him in denial. His sense of smell is heightened, he is able to see better at night, and, much to his dismay, he isn't able to hide behind his stoic facade anymore. Ears perking up at the mention of treats and tail wagging when happy. Yes, Scout makes fun of him for it

-He does use this new werewolf form to his advantage though. Finding himself out and about, hunting more. He starts noticing how foods taste different, eating and craving meat moreso than usual and forgoing sweets, mainly chocolates cause they make his poor tummy hurt now

-When it comes to Sniper in a relationship aspect, he becomes an even more protective lover. He finds himself following you around more, like a lost puppy. He's basically glued to your hip. He'll also expect more physical affection as well (in private, he's not good with PDA) He wants his ears scritched, god damn it >:( He will whine and give you sad puppy eyes until you give in. He's evil like that

-And due to his wolfness, he'll start trying to "groom" you, licking and slobbering all over you, trying to clean you up even though it can feel like the opposite. It's also his way of trying to mark his scent on you. He wants people to know you are his mate and ONLY his, even if it means covering you in slobber

-Now when it's a full moon out, you won't have to worry about your safety, but you'll have to worry about the saftey of other's  when they are around your lap dog of a boyfriend

-When in his more wolf-esque form, he acts more wolf-like than human. He tends to be more mute in that form as well, resorting to growls, howls, barks, and other wolf noises

-He's feral, he's even more overprotective of you (if that's possible) in his wolf form. He likes to keep you safe in his camper, but you're usually having to keep him from mauling people like Scout cause he likes to push people's buttons

-So, in my very biased opinion, werewolf Sniper is a 12/10, would recommend

NSFW

-I'd like to think his sex drive was rather normal at first, but after becoming a werewolf, it skyrocketed. He's embarrassed and couldn't help it. He just can't help but notice how plush your thighs looked. Or how the shirt you were wearing was hugging your figure. And the way you bent down to pick something up? Don't even get him started. He was ready to POUNCE

-Now Sniper already had a scent and breeding kink, but now, as a werewolf, OH BOY. It's amplified by, like, 10 times

-Let's start with the scent kink. It's like his heightened sense of smell is a secret blessing to him. He loves to bury his face up against the crook of your neck and surrounding himself with you smell. It's what really gets him going

-Your perfume/cologne, your natural scent, everything you just smells so good to him. He has a bad habit of stealing your clothes when you're not around. Not only to comfort himself, but also to get off. Could be a shirt, bra, or underwear, he'll press the article of clothes up to his face, inhaling your scent while he strokes himself. Whimpering and panting like the good boy he is. Definitely would cum in your underwear, which would only fuel his drive

-Now for that breeding kink >:)

-Sniper always loved the idea of filling you to the brim with cum, breeding you and making you his officially (in his mind). He will have you in positions that will ensure his cum stays inside you. Even keeping your hips tilted up if he has to

-He'll whisper in your ear about how beautiful you look filled up to the brim with cum, and how beautiful you'd look pregnant. Stomach swollen and so round. Breasts filled with milk. Pregnant with his child. And since he's a werewolf, he'll has a knot so it helps with keeping all his cum in you

-He's also very bitey and will leave scratches on you. He doesn't mean to be so rough with you, he underestimates his new found strength. He just loves to mark you up. It's also another way claim you

-Loves praises. Call him a good boy. Hold him, kiss him, mark him up. Show him how much he means to you. Show him that, even as a werewolf, you still love him. He might just cry from the praises

That's all for now. I just really love wolf Sniper. Hims a baby boy who I just wanna love and protect.

[josiesullysblog]

His and Only His

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~Explicit content, dom Neteyam, Sub reader, toy play

~Proofread?-no

~Summary- You were never one to let people walk all over you, but once you and Neteyam meet that changes.

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You were a very opinionated person. If you wanted to say something, you were going to say it regardless if it hurt someone's feelings. Your mother said this was the best thing about you, that so many people are fake and it's refreshing to see someone so real.

So, you always did what you wanted, you weren't hurting anyone so why hold back what you wanted to say? You weren't mean, bitchy, some people would say, but you believed you were living your truth.

You had many friends, but none of them topped the friendship you had with Kiri. You two were connected by the hip, doing anything and everything together, but you never expected to fall for her older brother.

It started normal, you, of course, knew of him due to his title, and he was your best friend’s brother. A small hi or wave would happen and you two would be on with your day. Until one day it changed.

His body changed, and you had wondering eyes. He was taller, his voice was deeper, and he started hanging out a lot more. Neteyam noticed changes in you as well, your body started shaping, and you grew big boobs, bigger than anyone.

He wasn't the only one noticing the difference between you and other Na’vi girls. He couldn't explain why but it started to irk him how others spoke about you, but he knew his thoughts were worse. You were a loud opinionated girl but he knew he could break you.

He could make you shut up, no other man could do that to you. You needed to be dominated to have a man put you in your place but he knew you wouldn't voice this. So he’d have to break you, but he found this more fun.

He memorized your schedule, he appeared only for a short period but a long enough time to where he knew he’d have your attention.

“How come I always see you?” you questioned him, “oh i’m on your mind?” he smirked at you. You shook your head, “no! It's not like that Neteyam,” he noticed the small blush appear on your cheeks. Perfect.

You had a crush on Neteyam, I mean how could you not? He was the finest man and had the best manners, but what you didn't know was that he was feeling you just as much.

Friday, was your relaxing day. No stresses, no jobs, and no training, a whole day dedicated to you. You lay in the sun, not noticing Neteyam’s eyes lingering on you.

“Beautiful day hm?” you jumped up looking at the voice, “yeah,” you said carefully watching the boy as he came closer, “feels nice to just relax?” you nodded, not having any words to say.

“You know the best way to relax is?” you shook your head noticing how he held a hand behind his back, “one thing I’ve learned is that those sky people love pleasure.”

He pulled out a small thing, it fit in the palm of his hand it made your curiosity skyrocket, “what is that?” he smiled, “this my dear, is to help relax you in the best way possible, orgasm,” your eyes widened, “what?”

Neteyam laughed, “you out of all people should know,” you immediately stood up, “what do you mean by that?” Neteyam found it's comical that you thought you could intimate him. “You're always so tense,” he stood behind you, messaging your shoulders causing your breath to hitch.

“Don’t you want to feel good,” he couldn't think right, his voice, his touch, everything it was too much, “I guess,” he kissed your neck, “then you’d let me put this in you.” his words made sense you didn't know why.

You wanted to relax, “okay,” his hands traveled down taking your bottom off. His fingers found your entrance a moan coming out as a result, “already so wet for me,” your head flew back, “oh, yes please,” Neteyam smiled he had you just where he wanted you.

He stuck a finger in, stretching you, molding you to be ready for the toy. He found it after trying to get Lo’ak to come home after spending time with Spider. He knew it was wrong to steal, but the thought of you struggling to stand up because of something so small turned him on.

“Once this goes in you,” he said as he pushed it in, you threw your hand over your mouth which was quickly grabbed. His hand proceeded to play with your breast, “slow down Teyem,” his smile deepened, “i’m the only one who can take this out [Y/n].”

He became serious, grabbing your chin, “if I find out this is taken out, it won't be pretty for you.” the toy felt uncomfortable but fun. You squirmed as Neteyam finally let go of you, “say yes sir,” you tried catching your breath, “yes sir.”

You were so stupid. The only thought going through your mind was how could you let him put that thing in you. Every step you took was a reminder of what you let him do to you. Kiri would be so upset, your thoughts got the best of you.

You helped bandage up anyone hurt in the war party, hopefully, enough time to get your thoughts straight. This bit walked in, so insignificant you didn't even know his name. “Hey, [Y/n] help him!” you smiled as you told the boy to sit down.

Throughout the whole interaction, not many words were exchanged. You were so focused that you hadn't even noticed Neteyam lurking. You didn't know he was there till a vibration caused you to gasp, “are you alright,” you nodded, “yeah just got a body chill.”

You finished him off, holding back moans, “maybe you should lie down,” he said walking off, you just nodded as you made eye contact with Neteyam.

You walked over to the boy, “Neteyam stop,” he just smiled, “stop what? I’m not the one touching other boys,” your eyes widen, “that wasn't my choice I had to and why do you even care,” he grabbed your chin quickly, “everything having to do with you is my concern.”

The anger in your body dissolved as he spoke, “you always have something to say hm? I’m going to show you, your nothing but a cock sleeve.”

“That's not true,” you felt him intensify the vibrations, “look at you, fighting back moans, and you're not a cock sleeve,” your knees bucked, falling into Neteyam, “it's better if you admit it now.”

“Never,” you weren't going to betray your friend, your best friend. Neteyam forced you onto your knees, standing in front of you. “Suck,” he showed you his shaft, the head dripping with precum. “Don’t make me ask again.”

You wanted to push his buttons, see how far they’d go but at that moment you listened to him. Your mouth took him, bobbing on contact. Neteyam moaned watching you, “see I told you, nothing but a horny slut.”

You didn't hear his words, as you let your hand surround the rest of the part that didn't fit in your mouth. Vibrations roared inside you, causing you to moan on his dick. “Fuck just like that,” you were gone, like an addict you wanted more of him.

“I’m going to cum and when I do, pretty girl your all mine,” you went faster wanting him to cum, which you exceeded. He let out a loud moan, “fuck,” you wiped your mouth as you looked at yourself. Hair a mess, on the floor, you don't even know how you go to this point.

You shook your head, “why?” you sobbed, “why are you doing this to me?” he just smiled, “because you need me,” you looked at him confused, “you don't know it yet but you want to be dominated you love it.”

You moaned as you felt yourself coming near to orgasm, “you were made to be on your knees,” he watched you on the floor, “everything about you is submissive.”

You moaned louder as you were near, trying to cover your sound as the toy finally came to a stop.

“Your mine, [Y/n],” he got to your level making eye contact, “your body, your soul, everything you were made for me,” he kissed you as his hands slid up and down your arm.

“What about Kiri? Everyone else they’ll say-,” he cut you off, “do you think I care about what they have to say? I want you,” he grabbed your chin, “if I want you, i’ll have you.”

You stood up, wiping your tears, “how do I know you won't hurt me?” Neteyam smiled, “I want to fuck you, make you my horny slut, but I promise you this I’ll never mistreat you.”

He kissed your hand, “you are my most prized possession and you’ll be treated as such,” you smiled feeling giddy hearing him say that, “I’d like that.”

He smiled, “I know, you don't know what I have in store for you, little one,” his hands played with your nipples, “you have no idea.”

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Hey guys! Sorry this was late I had last-minute plans but I got this done. The week is over so I’ll be going back to my old posting schedule :( but summer coming soon! Hope you all enjoyed it!

[xjulixred45x]

Kaigaku/Genya/ObaMitsu x Yui Komori! Reader

request:

hello! I saw that requests are open so I want to make one, mainly headcanons of kaigaku (probably from the aus reverse because the canon is a bastard), genya and mitsuri/obanai (as a poly relationship) with a couple that is like yui komori,! Take your time with this order and good luck in your studies!

Hello! I wouldn't say exactly Revérse AU. Kaigaku is (in my opinion) one of the most WASTED characters in the entire series, more than a son of a bitch, I feel like we don't get to see ANYTHING of him to understand his motives. I understand you sister.

This will be long😬 but I hope you enjoy it

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: Female

Warnings: Mentions of abuse/kidnapping, PTSD, kidnappers are mentioned in some cases, SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA AND ANIME, the reader has a personality like Yui Komori, Kaigaku can be somewhat OOCHurt/Comfort, Fluff.

Kaigaku Inadama

He probably knew you from 1-the Wisteria house (those that appear in chapter 9) or 2-you are related in some way to Jigoro (his and Zenitsu's sensei).

Let's go for the first, there is already a lot of the second.

Definitely at first he didn't understand why you were so friendly, and it even got on his nerves thinking that it was some kind of facade to attack at any moment.

But seeing that it wasn't like that, he really doesn't know how to deal with someone so gentle and kind. Or why he feels the need to get your attention.

He tries to be his normal arrogant self, tease you a little, but most of the time he can't bring himself to be like that with you. Not when you take care of him with such gentleness, which he's not used to.

A glutton for your food, he doesn't say much when you bring him his daily portions, but he doesn't leave a crumb behind. He's a glutton for your cooking.

Although it may not seem like it at first, he is a good listener, while he eats and you talk to him, try to remember the things that you seem to like, so he can be more prepared to try to like you.

A great show-off! But that was already seen coming. Especially if you ask him to see his techniques, his ego (already through the roof) is going to skyrocket.

He may even be more dramatic with his injuries just so that you care for him and look at him more than the other patients, he is somewhat capricious, but be patient with him, he will live.

If we talk about more advanced terms of relationship, Kaigaku is quite protective of you, but not in the traditional way so to speak, he is protective without you knowing it most of the time, like giving death glares to those who he feels are talking bad about you to your back, or always having the katana nearby when they go out at night, you never know...

Although he definitely won't think twice about fighting with someone to defend your honor. Especially after knowing about your past with abuse, he won't tolerate it.

Kaigaku is BAD with emotions, but he definitely won't leave you suffering, if the PTSD attacks are being especially bad he will try to be there for you, mainly with physical contact (not suffocating). He will get better the more time he spends with you.

Speaking of, if the people who hurt you somehow come back into your life...haha. They better run, Kaigaku is going to hunt them (although you don't have to know that part).

What else is he supposed to do!? Someone as good as you... just won't let little shits get away with it.

He is not religious at all, but he will let you do what you need to feel safe, even if it doesn't make sense to him, he knows that in a world with demons, one needs to hold on to something.

If we talk about the timeline where he becomes a Demon, you already know who his first meals would be ;)

Even if he becomes a demon, I see him watching over you from a distance. If you join him, even better! It can protect you much better that way.

ALTHOUGH- I don't think he'll let you turn into a demon, not because he doesn't want to, he's just scared of the possibility that you will 1- die or 2- forget about him completely.

But if we talk about a timeline where he does NOT become a demon, it is most likely that he will try to make amends for what he did in the past in some way (what with Gyomei and partly Zenitsu, although it would not be easy).

Fortunately he always seems to regain energy when he comes to visit you, seriously, his companions literally don't understand how you have him so tamed (especially Zenitsu).

In general it is like having your own Bulldog, aggressive but loyal.

Genya Shinazugawa

You're going to be the death of this man--in a good way!

When he met you at the Mariposa mansion, he already couldn't handle the other nurses, but you insisted on taking care of him, which made it much worse.

He's obviously not mad at you! He just doesn't know how to handle his nerves. Although with your perseverance and soft personality, he learns to AT LEAST not stutter SOOOOO much in front of you and have a decent conversation(Progress!).

Being so gentle and friendly, it's only natural that he gravitates towards you. His mother, you remind him a lot of his mother. It hurts but at the same time it feels great.

So he tries to help you from time to time with the tasks you do around the mansion, like carrying heavy things or reaching something from a high shelf (we all know it's not a problem for him).

Although at first you thought he just honestly didn't like you, because of how he sulks when he's nervous, if it weren't for the other butterfly girls, maybe you wouldn't have noticed his Crush for you.

You would have to take several first steps, Genya simply wouldn't dare to do it without a CLEAR clue that he has a chance with you (my poor boy has self-esteem problems).

If we talk about more advanced terms of the relationship, Genya is still the shyer of the two, but he is more likely to initiate physical contact than when they were not a couple. Dude, holding hands, hugs from behind, stuff like that.

Genya is quite careful with you, mostly because he is somewhat afraid of scaring you with his appearance and height, especially when you tell him what you went through in the past.

He's obviously angry, and of course! Who would hurt someone as good as you!? They don't deserve to breathe. But it focuses more on comforting you about the situation.

He has his fair share of nightmares related to what happened that night, and while he's not very good at consoling, he does his best (and honestly he's better than Kaigaku in that department, he's like a teddy bear).

Thanks to Gyomei, he has some understanding of religion, so he sees your prayers as something .

Be grateful that you have something to draw comfort from.

LIVE-FOR-YOUR-FOOD-Did you see that drawing of him blushing while Aoi tries to get him to eat? That's you two at the beginning.

Although of course, now that they are in trust, he really appreciates when you bring him some bento after a mission (demons don't know well people). Take advantage of these moments to let him talk about your day and how it went while he was away.

I once tried to help you cook something, but I failed miserably and almost set the kitchen on fire.

I once tried to help you cook something, but I failed miserably and almost set the kitchen on fire.

If the people who hurt you in some way come back into your life, don't worry! The shotgun is loaded and Genya is already deadly enough to go against high-ranking Demons, heartless morons are nothing to him.

Even if they don't die, it will ensure that they are away from your life.

In general, he can't stand seeing you afraid, he will do whatever it takes to see you happy, safe and healthy.

Iguro Obanai + Mitsuri Kanroji

(these two are my Comfort Ship)

(anyways)

Mitsuri would try to keep in touch with you to make sure you were doing well, so to speak.

Obanai was the one who had the hardest time opening up to you, obviously, but with the help of Mitsuri and your attitude, I can start to be tolerant and little by little start to like you.

Obanai could empathize with you over the topic of the turbulent past, so he was able to overcome his "rejection" towards you much faster than one would expect thanks to this.

Mitsuri is ridiculously more obvious with her Crush on you, Obanai is more discreet, but in itself the fact that you are a woman, you are not Mitsuri and HE TOLERATES YOU is already enough of a clue for those who know him.

It's say that after your rescue you ended up at the Butterfly State. Obanai and Mitsuri will take advantage of any opportunity to check on you, have a chat with you, etc.

Mitsuri helps you with her enormous strength with heavy tasks, she can even carry you if you are very tired, don't worry, for her you don't even weigh like a bunch of grapes.

Obanai is quieter, but he accompanies you in day-to-day tasks, apart from the fact that he seems to be ruder to staff who are not especially YOU. Shinobu ends up serving as Cupid here and assigns you to him constantly.

If we talk about more advanced relationship terms, They are both a love and balance each other perfectly.

Mitsuri is much more chatty and cuddly, Obanai is more serious but gives meaningful gestures without the need for words.

Mitsuri is a great inspiration in general, Obanai is someone you can empathize with much more due to past experiences and certain shared feelings they come to have. Mitsuri does everything she can to stop them from thinking those things.

As I said at the beginning, it is most likely THEY who saved you, so they are more aware of your past related to abuse. They are very careful about it, especially Mitsuri because he doesn't want to go into unknown territory and make you feel bad, but he tries his best to make you feel better.

Obanai is better at dealing with crises, having gone through years of his own traumatic experience, he is better informed on the subject and will share everything about it with Mitsuri.

In general, both of them open up to you so that you feel more comfortable with them to tell them things and everything is as balanced as possible.

Pile of hugs pile of hugs pile of hugs--

Obanai doesn't eat much, but he definitely tries to leave his plate empty to make you and Mitsuri happy.

Mitsuri LOVES your food, everyone does, but with Mitsuri's appetite, it's understandable that she'll be the one who eats the most of your desserts.

If those who hurt you return...it won't be for long, they will have a wild Obanai behind them while Mitsuri distracts you with some sword tricks along with Kaburamaru around your neck preventing you from turning your head to where Obanai is.

Even MITSURI would be eager for revenge, even if they don't want them dead, they want them to pay for harming someone as good and innocent as you.

They bring out the worst in her, so to speak.

Overall, they are a very balanced and loving trio. They make sure you NEVER feel vulnerable and unprotected again. Not their your guard.

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

Congrats on 300 followers, Ray!!! For a request, how about something extra fluffy…

Callum meeting Rayla’s parents (and Runaan, of course) and accidentally lets slip that he wants to marry her

Mando this is perfect thank you so much, I've been itching to write some rayllum since season 5 dropped but haven't had any idea which direction to take. I hope you like it!!

When Rayla poked her head out of the makeshift tent, she looked almost as terrified as Callum was. Maybe it should have made him feel better to know that he wasn’t alone, but instead, his nerves skyrocketed, his heart doubling its already-too-fast pace in his chest.

He should have gone somewhere else, anywhere else in the makeshift camp they’d set up after the battle at the Starscraper. But he hadn’t been able to shake the idea that Rayla might need him. The last time she’d seen Runaan, after all, he’d threatened to kill her. But this was pointless, wasn’t it? None of the people in Rayla’s tent had so much as raised their voices, and Callum’s pacing had probably interrupted their reunion, and he’d made a bad impression without them even needing to see him—

“Do you want to meet them?” Rayla asked.

Callum blinked. It took a second for the words to sink in through his panic, and even then, he opened his mouth and closed it several times before he could find his voice. “Sure?”

Rayla gave him a small, nervous smile and extended her hand. Callum reached out to take it, then hesitated.

“Are you… are you sure?”

Rayla smacked his arm. “They know everything already, dummy.”

“Oh!” Just when he thought he couldn’t get any more terrified. “Okay.”

He slipped his hand into Rayla’s, gripping it tightly, and she pulled him through the opening. 

All three of her parents were armed. That did not seem like a good sign.

Runaan’s arms were folded, a steely glare on his face. Lain and Tiadrin were a little more relaxed, standing with their arms around each other’s waists, but their faces were devoid of any discernible emotion. Callum swallowed hard.

To his shock, it was Runaan who broke the silence. The older man’s glare deepened into something sadder, and he bowed his head. 

“I know you must have mixed feelings about seeing me again, after… what transpired since we last met. I thought I knew the weight of your stepfather’s life, that I had factored the place he held in the hearts of those who loved him against the harm he dealt my people and found the scales tipped against him. But I have committed actions just as cruel against you, and you still chose to spare me. I’m grateful for that— and more importantly, I’m grateful that you kept Rayla safe when I could— when I would not.”

Callum swallowed again, this time holding back grief instead of fear. He had made his peace with Rayla loving Runaan— but peace with what happened to his dad was a long way off.

More than anything, he wished it didn’t have to be this way. That meeting the three people who meant so much to the girl he loved wouldn’t have to be tainted by so much loss. 

“We’re all grateful,” Tiadrin said, her cool expression breaking into an understanding smile. Lain gave him a similar look.

Their warmth thawed Callum enough to find the right words. “You raised an incredible daughter. Being with her has been the most incredible privilege of my life.”

“A mage and a poet. You picked a good one, moonberry,” Lain said, winking at Rayla. She ducked her head, but not enough to hide her smile. 

“You’re under no obligation, of course, but I can assure you you’ll always be welcome in the Silvergrove,” Tiadrin added to Callum.

A grimace chased Rayla’s grin away. “Actually… he won’t. Neither of us will. I’m a ghost.” She turned to Runaan. “They banished me for botching our mission.”

“But you saved the dragon prince!” Runaan bellowed, outrage pouring from every word. It raised Callum’s opinion of him, just slightly.

“And that won’t bring Ram, Skor, Callisto, and Andromeda back to life,” Rayla replied quietly. 

The names cast a silence over the tent. Callum looked down, giving the others a moment to mourn, letting them break it on their own terms.

“But where will you go?” Tiadrin asked.

Callum raised his head. “She can come back to Katolis with me.”

Lain raised an eyebrow. “A lone elf in a human castle?”

“She won’t be alone. I would stay with her for the rest of my life— and so she’ll have a home there for the rest of her life, too.”

A split second later, he realized what he said, and fought the urge to clamp his hands over his mouth. 

He meant it. Of course he did. He’d faced enough with Rayla to understand how deeply he loved her— and he’d faced enough without her to understand how much it ached to be away from her. But there was a difference between knowing she was the only person he wanted to spend his life with and admitting that to her parents within five minutes of introducing himself.

He risked a glance at them to find that Tiadrin’s smile had only widened, and he allowed himself a single, relieved exhale.

“Then let’s talk about that,” she said, waving him over to her corner of the tent. Taking her hint, Lain and Runaan motioned Rayla over to the other end. 

Callum glanced at Rayla, tense, only to find her beaming, her eyes shining with tears. She raised their entwined hands and kissed the back of his before letting him go, lightly pushing him over to where her mother stood waiting.

“I’m sorry,” Callum blurted, before she could even get a word out, directing the words more to the wall of the tent than to her. “I never meant to imply that I wanted to— to take Rayla away from you, or make any decisions for her. I know I shouldn’t have said that, but—"

“I’m glad you did.”

Callum finally met her eyes.

“A prince who ran away with an assassin. A human who can do primal magic. A dragonguard who never once abandoned his post.”

Tiadrin’s beaming face blurred as Callum found his own eyes brimming with tears. He blinked rapidly, trying to dispel them, and only succeeded in pushing them onto his cheeks. Tiadrin gently reached out, wiping them away, and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“I can think of no one better to entrust with my daughter’s future than you.”

She let go of his shoulders and reached up, removing one of the silver bands that encircled her horns. “Ethari made this for Lain when he told him he wanted to ask me to marry him. I got this—" she tapped the matching silver band on her other horn— “on my wedding day. I suppose I could have taken the old one off then, but I’ve been too attached to it. But I’m ready to let it go.” Carefully, she placed the band in Callum’s hands.

“You’re so young, Callum. Take some time to be with Rayla now, to understand who you are in peace. If you decide, at the end of that, to give this back to me, I won’t judge you.”

She stepped back and gave him a wink. “But if you decide you want to pass it on to a new owner… well, I have a hunch that she’ll be ready.”

[joons]

So I became a huge fan of the French Revolution a few hours ago and I'm particularly interested in Maximilien Robespierre. I've been speed-reading lots of articles and they all say different things. Some present him as an Evul Bloodthirsty Executioner Dictator, others present him as a misunderstood kitten. And whenever I find a headline that goes "He was a complex individual, click here for a nuanced take" when I click on it, it says "This post is deleted." 1/3

I’ve browsed your entire Robespierre tag (as well as your French Revolution tag). In a post a long time ago, you called him a “fretful adorable hopelessly self-righteous psychopath.” And more recently, you reblogged a post talking about how he wasn’t really a psychopath, but a scapegoat and not really to blame for the executions in France. So now you have me really curious! 2/3 I already have a list of books about him to check out, as well as a list of films. What I'm mainly interested in is your present personal opinions about him (particularly on a moral, good vs. evil scale) and how/if your perspective on him has changed over time. 3/3

I love this question, anon! "A few hours ago." [zooms through all the reading immediately]

I have been interested in the French Revolution since childhood and started reading more about Robespierre specifically at 17. My earliest sources were Thomas Carlyle's The French Revolution and Ruth Scurr's Fatal Purity, which are both entertaining but flawed. Carlyle, writing in the 19th century, really nails the fever high of the period, taking readers on a lurid, emotional journey through the events of the Revolution, but it's a history based on popular misconceptions that existed at the time and is not the best way to get to know the characters well (but it is brilliant literature). Fatal Purity is a Robespierre biography that comes very close to characterizing him as a "fretful psychopath," endearing at times but ultimately unhinged. Scurr is basically interested in how he rationalizes certain things to himself, but she tends to stay kind of shallow, like, "Well, he was just Like That," instead of going deeper into the time period and examining how Robespierre compared to his peers and how the revolutionaries adapted as circumstances changed. I've read many more books since and don't think Scurr is the final word on him, but even though she situates him as more of a "villain" figure, that book had a big emotional impact on me. I found his death absolutely haunting, and I immediately wanted to learn more about him.

I think you will find quite quickly that the French Revolution still generates heated emotions for a lot of people, and it's often true that you can pinpoint someone's exact political leanings and the time in which they are writing based on their depiction of Robespierre. A lot of this starts to make sense if you look into historiographies of the Revolution, how the story reshapes itself in the telling, how its central figures can become caricatures and symbols that are no longer regarded by their words and actions but by what we believe about them. They become portents, not people, and they bear the anxieties of whoever writes their story. Robespierre's image as a bloodthirsty, deranged, egotistical dictator was set by the people who drove him from power in a way that was quite bloodthirsty itself, and many of them were much more actively involved in constructing systems of violence and persecution in France than Robespierre ever was. However, there are also plenty of sources that are politically invested in downplaying or excusing the mobs and the massacres that were at least politely sanctioned by all revolutionary leaders. You can see the positive appraisals skyrocket after the Paris Commune's rise and fall - many budding Marxists wanted to look back with fresh eyes at the progressive ideals championed by the revolutionaries and even by the Terror, so while we owe a debt to many of those historians for sifting through the reactionary propaganda that way overstated Robespierre's culpability, they can be misleading too. A lot of the scholarship is fun to read because Robespierre always forces people to take sides, to speak in absolutes, because he would not hedge on what he believed - ever. And because he held the ideal of the Revolution above himself, because he defended it and was so strident about its moral necessity, because he was willing to be judged by the Revolution, then of course now he is going to be judged for it, even when his influence is entirely absent from the scenes of its most extreme violence.

All this to say I am not interested in the Revolution because I necessarily see my politics reflected in it; that is not what interests me about it. I love it because it was one of those rare moments in history where anything felt possible and no one knew what would happen next - and I love learning how the people living through it responded and resonated and reckoned with the world coming unglued under their feet. I stan Marie Antoinette, Robespierre, and Napoleon equally, all of whom could not be more different politically or personally, but they all show why this is my favorite historical period to explore.

Robespierre is just one man of many who got jostled into action and into prominence by the Revolution, a bright, ordinary lawyer with a heart for ordinary men, who went from advocating against the death penalty to inflexibly calling for the death of the King, not out of hypocrisy, or social pressure, or contrarianism, but by seeing no other way to proceed while staying true to his highest ideals. The Revolution is full of moments of supreme irony like this, where you can see people steeling themselves against the horrible thing that is coming next, suspicious of everyone else's motives, only for the thing never to materialize, or for them to be so accurate in their predictions that no one around them is ready to hear it. The events that preceded Robespierre's downfall were not of a man consolidating power but languishing in his bed and clutching at a way to again make sense of what France should be, first by envisioning a grand revival of patriotism (not logic or calculation, but a bid for the heart) and then - when he felt disillusioned and betrayed - by refusing to abandon his faith in his country. He could never doubt her, only the people who served her. That optimism drove his paranoia, his disappointment, and it drove him to the scaffold believing there was one more turn of destiny waiting for him. He is a fascinating person who could be exceedingly warm and terrifyingly cold, whose idealism was mixed with a clear-eyed practicality (but not with cruelty), who was often on the verge of nervous, sickly breakdowns but whose appearances at the Convention brought out his fierce tenacity and passionate moral vision. He had a sense of his own myth, aligning himself too closely with the soul of the country, but he also refused to be revered as any sort of hero or leader, preferring to spend time studying minute details and writing in his room. He saw himself as a servant of the greatest ideals, someone who could bring justice to those with none. Any way you look at it, whether he was always essentially pure-hearted and stymied by those who were more self-serving, or whether he lost his sense of justice and gave into a kind of manic paranoia, becoming subsumed by the contradictory demands of the Revolution's ever-evolving aims, perhaps sacrificing something essential and human in order to serve the hope of something better, it is still a tragic story. That is how I see him.

Some recommendations, if you don't have them on your list already:

Books

Twelve Who Ruled - R.R. Palmer (absolutely ESSENTIAL; there are few texts more measured or more informative, and it does a fantastic job of showing the spheres of responsibility of each member of the Committee of Public Safety); Robespierre: A Revolutionary Life - Peter McPhee (one of the latest English biographies, and very good at clearing up misconceptions without being overly romanticized or ideological).

Films

La Revolution Francaise (1989) - A detailed, accurate epic with great casting; Danton (1983) - I remember this being pretty good, but I watched it a long time ago while having the worst migraine of my life, so who knows; Napoleon (1927) - Visual feast! A classic.

Novels

A Place of Greater Safety - Hilary Mantel. I have my quibbles with some of the characterizations (mainly for Saint-Just), but I love her writing and I think she portrays the main three wonderfully. She also wrote this great essay about Robespierre I reread a lot. ("He was a man of spectacular absent-mindedness. He liked flowers. Sometimes he laughed till he cried. He caught Madame Tussaud when she slipped and fell downstairs on her sightseeing-trip to the Bastille. Discern a subject, not an object, and feelings creep in.")

[aqua-dan]

Fav artist for Garth?

I have been thinking about this ask for multiple hours, and I am unsure if I can pick a true favorite because there are so many wonderful artists who have drawn Garth over the years! However, I think I built a pretty solid list of my top 5 artists for Garth (oops!), so here goes:

#1: Phil Jimenez

I have so much love for the way he draws (and writes) Garth! Of every artist out there, I feel he has the most love for drawing Garth and I can feel that care and attention to detail in all his work. I am absolutely in love with the way he draws Garth's expressions too! He allows him to have exaggerated expressions and really allow us to feel the emotions of the story through the art. He's not afraid of showing him in painful and less than idealistic moments, and allows his face to reflect that. I think it's something that a lot of current comic book artists shy away from for fear of making characters look "ugly." But Jimenez goes all in on it and still makes Garth look stunning 24/7!

#2: Ramona Fradon

Ramona Fradon was one of the co-creators of Garth, and was, in my opinion, one of the most incredible people in the comic's art industry. She sadly passed away last month at age 97, and she only just announced her retirement from art a month prior to her passing. Her influence on the industry, especially for female artists, was monumental, and her art style stood out so uniquely amongst others. I've always loved how fantastical her art is. She creates fascinating underwater creatures and has an absolutely precious way of drawing Garth. I appreciate that she made the decision to draw him looking as young as he was at the time, especially since a lot of other teen sidekicks were drawn to look older. I feel very lucky that I was able to get a piece of art from her (the first pic in this section!) around the time of her passing. I will treasure it forever!

#3: Nick Cardy

There is something so charming about the way that Nick Cardy draws Garth! There's a simplicity and retro feeling to it that comes off as so fun! I don't know exactly what it is about his art, but it always makes me smile!

4: Mark Buckingham

Buckingham's style is like if "stretch and squash animation" was a static art style, and I LOVE it. It looks so funky and bouncy and expressive! It's one of those styles that I don't think everyone loves, but it really works for me and makes the comics extremely enjoyable to read for the art alone! It's not super polished and has some rough edge qualities, but that's precisely why I like it!

5: Lucas Meyer

Meyer is a newcomer in the scene of comics, but WOW! I am not immune to how gorgeous his art style is. I'm so happy that he's been named the ongoing artist for the current series! (Even if I can't get good writing, I'll at least take the nice art!) I think his style is so clean and pretty. I do wish that he went more "all-in" on expressions sometimes, as I do feel that his characters all look slightly generically pretty and don't emote particularly much. That said, the art is undeniably gorgeous, and he's already skyrocketed himself up onto my personal favorites list despite only starting with DC in 2022.

I do have a few honorable mentions as well, which include: Ivan Reis and George Perez.

There have been plenty of artists who did a great job, but these are my personal favorites! Thank you so much for the ask!

[gemini-sensei]

Not really a request but I always wanted to ask, what do you think the characters full adult height is?

Oh interesting question 🤔

I tried my best, but these are just my first thoughts, so take it with a pinch of salt. I also went based off of Google searches of the actors' heights 😅 so yeah. This is... something lol.

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My immediate thought is Sam doesn't grow much taller. Maybe an inch, but for the most part she is done growing.

On the other hand, Anthony already skyrocketed. His growth spurt made Sam the shortest in their family and he likes to tease her for it. By adulthood, he gets to be 5'9.

Miguel is 5'11 in adulthood.

Hawk is a solid 5'10, but if he keeps his tall mohawk, it adds a good 5 or 6 inches.

Tory gets another two inches, so like 5'8 or 5'9. Sometikes she likes to wear heeled boots just for the hell of it, so additionally another two or three inches with those.

Robby is like 5'9. Not much more growth from him either.

Demetri tops off at 6'1. Tall boy but sometimes he hates it (just my opinion).

Yasmine stays the same, so about 5'9-ish. She also wears heels and gains a few inches like that.

Moon get to 5'5 and stops there. Sometimes she wears heels, but not as often as Yasmine.

[pansexual-puppy-pack]

@theoraekenapperciation 's theo week 2023: day 4: part of the pack

Of all the people in the McCall Pack, Theo hadn't expected Corey to be among the first people to have his back.

But here Corey was, sitting on the edge of Liam's bed, only five feet away from Theo, sprawled in its center. Liam and Mason were downstairs getting snacks. They had to get to a pack meeting in an hour.

"What's this?" Corey asked him, handing Theo his textbook. "3a."

Theo looked over the question, although it acted as more of a backdrop to his train of thought.

What remained of the once-feared chimera pack could fit on a double bed. A year ago, Theo would've rolled in his grave knowing that.

"It's c." Theo answered, handing the biology textbook back. "A and b refer to animals. D is close, but no cigar."

Corey stayed silent as he took notes. Theo took the opportunity to listen to his heartbeat.

Curious thing about Corey Bryant; his heart never seemed to stick to a consistent rhythm.

Since it never seemed to bring up any major issues, Theo never mentioned it. (He guessed it was part of his genetic chimera-isms. Probably a heart condition?)

Theo and Corey didn't talk to each other much after Theo was freed from the Skinwalker prison. Everytime he and Corey were in the same room, Corey's heartrate would skyrocket, his scent would spike, and he'd find some way to excuse himself. (But really, could anyone blame him?)

So what changed that made Corey so convinced tbat he could be good for the McCall Pack?

Theo asked himself this again when they arrived at the McCall household, when Liam and Corey started defending him in from of Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Malia.

"Are you really letting his happen, Corey?" Stiles asked, exasperated.

"Would you believe me if I said this was my idea?" Corey told him.

The conversation turned into an argument turned into a shouting match. Mason was standing off to the side. (Theo couldn't blame him.)

"He saved my life!" Liam yelled, halting the debate and silencing the room. Numerous hearts beated in Theo's ears, blood pumping with adrenaline and anger. "At least like, four times already! That's gotta be worth something."

Stiles bit his lip. Malia glared at Liam. Lydia pulled her lips into a thin line. Scott had that pained expression on his face when he wanted to say something someone else won't want to hear.

"You called him to help." Liam said, facing Scott. He pointed at Scott, then at Theo. "You. Called him. No one forced you to. No one asked you to. You made that choice. That means something, and I think you know what."

Scott stood silently in thought.

The rest of the room stayed that way, too, because they all knew that it was his opinion that mattered the most.

Scott looked up at Theo, who had been quiet the whole time. He didn't know how to defend himself like Liam did. "Theo?"

Theo pushed off the wall, meeting his gaze.

"What do you think?" Scott asked.

Theo looked at Liam and Corey before he answered. They gave him reassuring nods. "I think you already know what I want. Ghost Riders, remember?"

Scott nodded, approaching him with an outstretched hand.

Stiles threw his hands up in defeat behind him, Malia groaning and Lydia sighing in tandem. (Theo thought he heard Mason let out a relieved breath.)

"It's going to be a long, rocky ride." Scott said, placing his other hand on Theo's shoulder. "But I think you've proved yourself."

Theo nodded, copying his motion.

"There's gonna be more like this," Scott said lightly, nodding to a disgruntled Stiles, Lydia and Malia, who had all taken up space on the couch. "But trust me, they'll come around eventually."

Theo eyed his arm for a second before taking it and shaking.

"Welcome to the Pack, Theo." Scott said with a smile.

Liam cheered and high-fived Corey. Stiles and Malia let out matching swears. Lydia looked away.

Theo allowed himself a small smile. "Thanks for having me."

(p.s.: all days will be uploaded to ao3! days 1-3 (minus the artwork) are already up :))

[twisted-up-in-wonderland]

This??? Is so??? Fucking cute???

And has so much potential too tbh???

Under the cut because I went off on a suuuuper long ramble about how I think their childhood friendship would look like and then also a far briefer - but still long - look at a friendship between Leona and Jamil oops 😅

And of course it is a bit more Leona focused, especially towards the end, because he is my fav lol

🦁☀️🦁☀️🦁☀️

While Kalim isn’t a prince, he’s close enough to Scalding Sands royalty that Leona wouldn’t need to worry about Kalim using him for his wealth or status because Kalim has plenty of his own. Plus this little goober is far too genuine to ever do something like that and of course Leona can tell that as well.

Some might think maybe Leona would be jealous of Kalim’s signature spell, but I don’t think he would be. Not if they were introduced as kids and became childhood friends.

Because Kalim is already close to someone whose signature spell most people find scary and dangerous. But he loves and trusts Jamil no matter what - he treats him no differently for his magic. The same would apply to Leona. And for Leona - who has been ostracized and looked down on even before he discovered King’s Roar, but it was made even worse once his signature spell was well known? That kind of acceptance would mean everything.

And as for Kalim’s signature spell… well. Leona is a strategist. He’s highly intelligent. And despite what everyone in the Sunset Savanna seems to think, he does care about his kingdom. Leona isn’t friends with Kalim just for Oasis Maker. He didn’t befriend Kalim just because his spell can easily benefit Leona’s people while simultaneously making Leona look good because Kalim is helping the kingdom because his good friend Leona asked him to. Leona and Kalim’s relationship runs deeper than that. But Leona would be a fool not to accept the help his friend freely offers.

However, since they are friends and Leona genuinely cares for Kalim, Leona does not ask Kalim to use Oasis Maker all that often. During the dry months to help refill reservoirs, rivers, and lakes, but he does not let Kalim be used during times where water is still available. Even if Kalim is willing, Leona refuses to let his friend be considered a commodity in the Sunset Savanna.

Needless to say, Kalim’s family notice this distinction - Leona only asking for/accepting Kalim’s help when his kingdom is low on water and not just because Kalim is freely offering his help for the nth time - and appreciates it. Their opinion of and support for Leona skyrockets.

On Kalim’s end… Leona is showing him just how useful his signature spell is. It’s not just a silly, fun water spell. It can really help people! It can really make a difference! Look how much good he’s already done! He’s helped Leona so much! If anyone outside the Sunset Savanna can understand the importance of water, it would be the people of the Scalding Sands.

Kalim is just so happy to be helping his friend and also helping others. He would love to do more! Are you sure you don’t need more water…? But Leona won’t let Kalim overdo it. He forces him to slow down and think about his actions. “If you add more water you could cause a flood. And it could disrupt the delicate ecosystem - Mother Nature does have its own balance. Besides, I don’t want you to be taken advantage of. You shouldn’t give yourself away so freely, Kalim. You’re worth far more than gold - and you are not replaceable. Don’t just give away everything you have.”

Kalim has never felt more loved and cherished than when Leona reminds him in that exasperated, huffy way of his that he cares more about Kalim that about what Kalim can give Leona. Reminds him if he really wants to do more good, he can donate money to charities or help to fund worthwhile projects. But that should be Kalim’s choice, it is not necessary, and he needs to remember to pace himself. Because not everyone is as generous as Kalim is and he needs to think of gold as water - it always seems to be infinite until the well runs dry. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t help your neighbor if they need some water. It just means you shouldn’t give them far more than they require - just in case they would not offer you the same help in return in your own time of need, should the time ever come.

And besides, if he distributes his golden water wisely, he’d be able to help more people than he was before, people that are more deserving, and more efficiently than he was before too. And if he does it the right way, he’ll still be bringing in more gold so his own supply will never run dry. So he will continue to be able to help people like he wants to do.

Leona opens Kalim’s eyes to how learning how to properly handle his gold and assets and putting them towards the right things by investing and donating them, instead of just throwing it around in an attempt to “help” people, is so much more helpful to people, while also still saying Kalim can of course indulge in a bit of throwing if he so wishes. As long as he paces himself. Because everyone deserves to be helped. And gold is not infinite, just like water. Kalim is still just as giving and helpful and kind as he always is and always will be, but he slowly, under Leona’s and a shocked Jamil’s guidance, learns how to better budget. He becomes just a bit more mindful.

Personality-wise, I mean, we pretty much already know Kalim will get along with basically anyone. He’s just such a ray of sunshine, such a little explosion of energy and joy! Meeting for the first time when they’re older, Leona would obviously not be particularly interested in getting too close to Kalim. But as kids, I feel like Leona would soak up that positivity and warmth - things he didn’t recieve at home. Which, of course, would lead to him growing fond of Kalim’s hyperactivity, even when he is lethargic. And Kalim knows Leona cares for him and is listening, even if it seems like he is napping.

And so you get the last picture by the time they are older and both attending NRC - what seems like a bored, sleepy, possibly grumpy (but actually fondly indulgent) lion listening to his childhood best friend chatter on about something or other as Kalim lays on top of him because both of them adore physical touch.

Their friendship is built on acceptance, kindness, and growth.

🦁🐍🦁🐍🦁🐍

I can’t talk about childhood friends Leona and Kalim without mentioning my favorite snake!

When it comes to Jamil, I do think he would try to avoid Leona because of his noble birth at first. But then Leona and Kalim become best friends and Leona is visiting the Scalding Sands more often than not to hang around Kalim (he’d much rather be away from his brother and escape the whispers in the palace). And so Jamil can’t exactly avoid Leona any more than he can avoid Kalim.

Thing is, Leona has proven, in canon no less, that he is much more observant and aware of Jamil’s thoughts and struggles than Kalim is. And while Leona is a noble, he is still the second born. Still the first loser. Still expected to serve under his brother and make Falena look good just because Falena was born first. Still ignored and his ideas for improving the Sunset Savanna and helping its people shot down. Still demeaned and viewed negatively for both his signature spell and the way that he is.

While Jamil is busy spending his energy avoiding interacting with Leona in any meaningful way since he can’t exactly avoid him in actuality, Leona is busy observing Jamil. He notices the way he acts around him, around Kalim, around other servants, the way he acts when he thinks no one is watching… and Kalim is only too happy to answer a few questions about Jamil and the Viper family as a whole.

It doesn’t take long for Leona to confront Jamil and tell him bluntly that he can see right through his harmless mask and sees the snake underneath. But that he doesn’t care - that he can empathize with Jamil. Jamil of course doesn’t believe that and tells Leona so - which, in turn, tells Leona he was right about Jamil hiding plenty behind his masks. Jamil realizes that a split second later with a scowl as Leona smirks.

Leona tells Jamil that he’s sure he can figure out how the two of them are alike if he stops trying to think of Leona like he thinks of Kalim. Jamil is smart - far smarter than he shows - he can figure it out for himself, Leona is sure. And then Leona walks away with that challenge.

And that’s how their friendship would start and how it would progress. Leona and Jamil constantly challenging each other. It starts with mind games, starts with the two of them testing each other, and it grows into a strong bond of friendship from there.

Leona knows he will never completely understand what Jamil has gone through because he is far too privileged. He’s aware of that. But he can hear him out and respect him as a person, treat him as an equal. Try to help lift the burden of caring for Kalim just a bit by giving Jamil a helping hand, by teaching Kalim how to do something on his own instead of him having to rely solely on Jamil for it, distracting Kalim away so Jamil can have his breaks alone for some peace and quiet. Just because he is friends with Kalim does not mean he is blind to his friend’s flaws.

And, of course, Leona would also encourage Jamil to break out of his mask. Tell him his parents were wrong - that his relationship with Kalim is different than their relationship with Kalim’s parents. Jamil can be himself. He can win in games, he can be better at things than Kalim, he can show his true colors a bit more.

And while Leona is poking at the snake, the snake is also poking at the lion. Once Jamil finally accepts that Leona really does not care about the social status difference between them, he lets the sass and biting comments loose. Just… Leona and Jamil bantering and sniping at each other with those sharp-edged, taunting smirks on their faces.

Sometimes, Kalim’s sunny, positive personality can become too much for Leona to handle for a bit. That’s when he immediately seeks out Jamil. There are actually plenty of times he looks for Jamil first rather than Kalim, and each time Leona chooses to look for him first over his master Jamil feels giddy with happiness that he covers with an unimpressed air upon seeing the lion beastman. Leona’s eyes glittering in amusement tell him he’s not fooling anyone though. So, Jamil makes a snide comment about him being a lazy, overgrown pussycat and thus the snark session begins.

Their friendship is built on respect, intellectual challenge, and sass.

🦁☀️🐍

Leona wakes up one morning in the al Asim palace (in the room that has long since been designated as his), hearing Kalim’s laughter echoing from down the hallways as he eats breakfast with his family (knowing Kalim saved a seat for him), smelling the food the servants made (knowing that Jamil made a traditional Sunset Savanna dish just for him after asking Leona to bring him new recipes to test his skills), and comes to the sudden realization that…

Leona’s home is here in the Scalding Sands with his two best friends.

what if?

I just know they'd get along in childhood. Voices in my head told me that.

Oasis Maker V.S. The King's Roar.

I am impressed how Leona and Kalim are polar opposites in everything, even in signature spells. Like life and death. As Oasis Maker brings life with its water to the lifeless sands, so King's Roar takes the life away from any being it touches by turning it into the sand.

Anyway - besties. Though I believe Jamil would still try to avoid Leona because of his noble birth.

[katoptron-katophlegon]

Assorted AC6 thoughts now that enough time has elapsed for me to write down coherent stuff and I had time to reflect on it a bit. Will be very disorganized because otherwise I wouldn't be able to write anything

Ok this game has skyrocketed into the top 5 favorite games ever for me, and also one of the best games I've ever played objectively. I already felt like this after finishing it just once but the subsequent playthroughs cemented this even more. It's like everything I love about the AC series amplified by 100. They put crack in this thing. Also (though this goes in general for the AC series) I'm very glad to have found a Fromsoft series to get attached to, because I've always loved their way of making games but I could never find anything that really kept me all the way till the end of the game.

Favorite things about this game were the story and characters hands down. I'm the type of guy who plays games for these two things, I don't really care for gameplay even if it's doo doo ass it won't influence my rating of the game much (though this game's gameplay was INSANE good of course. I'm fucking addicted to it) I value pieces of media for their ability to make me feel REALLY strong emotions (which doesn't actually happen often), and I can say with great confidence that rarely has anything ever made me feel as strongly as this game. Probably only Extella and some parts of FGO. I don't remember ever having to take so many and so long pauses simply because I had to emotionally prepare to continue or actually ponder decisions to take. I'm usually very quick to make decisions and just say "fuck it we ball" even in what are supposed to be emotionally charged moments lol.

My list of endings going by enjoyment would be LoR > FoR > AIE. It's hard to explain because I think all 3 endings were more or less equally well-executed, all 3 of them made me feel the equivalent of emotion I feel throughout an entire year, but what makes the difference are the types of emotions and themes. It all comes down to very personal tastes. AIE genuinely gave me an existential crisis and made me go "good lord what have I done" (yes even more than FoR) and was the hardest one to go through emotionally, because it touched on topics I have very strong opinions on and to complete it I basically had to go against all my ideals and what I would normally choose to do. All of this discomfort was more than made up for by Iguazu though. Honestly I'll just talk properly about him and the other characters in other posts when I feel insane enough because otherwise this post would be 3km long

FoR had my favorite mission in the game, Breach the Karman line. Which was honestly one of the highest moments in gaming in my experience. The setting in (near) space, the unlimited energy, the callbacks to the Old King route from 4A, and the Rusty boss fight. Goddddd how did they fucking DO THAT how did they engineer Rusty to be the perfect character for me. And the insane HAUNTING feeling finishing this route gives you. A tragedy of your own creation. The monster who burned the stars.

LoR is the ending I felt less conflicted choosing, even though killing Carla and Chatty killed a part of my soul as well, and I felt like the Destroy the Drive Block mission was a reward for having the courage of choosing this route. Rusty helping you (he was the first one to answer the call.... what are we......) and complimenting you, getting to feel like a real hero, a real Raven... Someone who uses their means to be a champion of free will and freedom. And then the fight with Walter. Him being the final boss was a mix of being caught completely off guard, but also expecting it. I remember thinking "what if Walter is the final boss... No, couldn't be, he's gone". I was honestly terrified of him just blowing up in our face because of what we had done but this was the first step of me realizing that the character I had created in my head, and had been bracing myself for the entire game ("ok this is it, he's gonna get PISSED and show his true nasty self") simply didn't exist. I had been wrong the entire time. Walter means THE WORLD to me and I could (and WILL) write like 50 pages about him.

Likely forgot something and my concentration is already going to shit, but also I don't want to make this post longer than it already is so like. I'll leave the thoughts about the characters and whatever else comes to mind for some other time. If this game doesn't win GOTY I'll become the joker. Also I'm petty saying this because I actually like BG3 but AC6 made me feel more in the 56 hours it took me to finish than BG3 did in the 200+ hours I've already put into it lol.

Random screenshot of my favorite scene.

[rogersevans]

Enchanted

Summary: You didn’t expect filling in for your colleague would have the most successful man in Boston besotted with you. 

18+ Content, Minors DNI: mafia!chris, ceo!chris, swearing, not much in this part, but there will be future smut/x-rated scenes.

author’s notes: so, i started this with an idea in mind and then somehow along the way it veered off and grew a mind of its own. how they meet is very much fifty shades of grey like (i’ve only ever read the books), but that’s not how it ends. this is also my first try at this type of trope, did a lot of research for it, but let me know of any mistakes. i’m not sure how many parts this will be. 

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“Great,” you muttered under your breath as you wiped at the evident coffee stain now covering your once pristine, crisp white blouse. You were impatiently waiting for the elevator when a mailman came rushing around the corner, not looking where he was going and collided with you, causing the scorching coffee to spill over you. 

The ding of the elevator distracted you momentarily from the hideous stain as you stepped in, thankful that you were the only one using it. You’d only been in the building for five minutes and you were already regretting taking over the assignment from your colleague, who had continently fallen ill at the last minute. 

You glanced over the buttons, trying to remember the floor number you needed. Taking your phone out of your bag you opened your emails and began searching for the email from your colleague, giving you vague information about the client and location.

Interview : Chris Evans @ 13:30PM

You knew that name, everyone in Boston knew that name. He was the man that started from nothing and within two years his business had skyrocketed, owning majority of the clubs, restaurants and properties within the Boston area. Everyone had their suspicions of how he rose to fame and fortune and this is something he was asked about, constantly. But he would always shake it off with that charming smile, simply shrug his shoulders and talk about timing or fate. 

Underworld activities was your guess. One you didn’t shy away from when asked your opinion. You had a tendency to be very opinionated, you’d be a crappy journalist if you weren’t. 

Floor 13. He's witty, charming and knows how evade the tough questions. We’re interviewing him for our “50 Under 50″ piece, I’ve attached the base questions we’ve been advised to ask him, sent over by his personal assistant.

You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes, of course he’s found a way to have control of the interview. Guys like him always did. 

“Hold the door!” You heard a deep voice shout from the lobby, making you up glance up from your phone, hitting the button to hold the doors. A large hand just caught the doors in time despite you trying to hold it, making them pull open, revealing a tall and handsome man. His blue eyes were the first thing you noticed, the sliver of green causing them to twinkle under the warm fluorescent lighting. But his beard was the biggest giveaway as to whom it was, the dark hair hugged his chiseled jaw in the best way. It had become a favourite of the ladies in your office. The buzz of this interview had been a big deal. 

Chris Evans. 

“I tried to stop them, honest.” You pleaded, with a coy smile. 

“Ah, don’t worry about it. What floor?” He asked flashing a dazzling smile that made your cheeks tinge a deep shade of crimson. 

“Uh, your floor actually.” You watched his brows shoot up, causing lines to form on his forehead. “That sounded less creepier in my head. I promise I’m not a stalker. I have an appointment, at half one. I’m from-” You didn’t know why you were rambling to the gorgeous man in the crisp, navy blue suit, but you couldn’t stop yourself. 

“You’re from Boston Globe Media.” He stated, his eyes flitting down to the offensive stain on your shirt, before flicking back up to meet yours. “I’m Chris.” He held his hand out for you to take, flashing you his perfectly white teeth. “Coffee accident?” He nodded to your shirt, but kept his eyes on yours.

“Yeah, mailman ran me over. Or fate saw an opportunity.” You muttered the last part before taking his hand and giving it a shake, telling him your name. His touch was warm, his skin was soft and his scent was intoxicating. You watched his lips move as he repeated your name in a whisper, making your eyes narrow slightly but before you could question him on it the doors opened signalling that you'd arrived at his floor.

“Shall we?” There was that damned smile again, but this time it came with a new feeling, a warm feeling that bloomed in your stomach and something resembling butterflies erupted, leaving you speechless. 

With a curt nod you followed him across the room, the office falling silent at the sight of him. You watched how everyone moved back to their desks quickly, heads down. He ran a tight ship. 

“Give me two seconds.” He motioned for you to sit in one of the two chairs outside his office. “Just gotta make a quick call.” Was all he said before disappearing into his office, shutting the door swiftly behind him. 

The office chatter picked up again when he was out of sight, his personal assistant giving you the side eye as she typed away on her computer. 

Eyeing the fucking stain. 

“Coffee mishap.” You informed her, your mouth moving with a mind of its own. “Mailman ran into me.” You awkwardly continued, before demonstrating the events with the coffee only to be met with a small huff. 

“Mr Evans, will see you now.” She spoke in a formal tone. “I hope you read the questions before hand.” She said in a condescending tone, making you role your eyes as you stood. 

“Those questions, and those questions only. Got it.” You bit back before giving her your best bitchy smile, pushing the door open and stepping in.

“I’m sorry about that, business never stops.” He charmed, making his way over to you and reaching behind you to close the door. “Please, have a seat.” His large hand finding the small of your back, guiding you. 

He was charming, you’d give him that. 

“So, Mr Evans...” You started once you sat, pulling out your notepad and pen and crossing one leg over the other. 

“Would you like a drink?” He offered.

“No, thank you.” 

“Let me know if that changes, I’ll get that sorted for you.” He gave you a wink, leaning back in his chair. 

“Anyway,” you pushed on, ignoring that stupid feeling in your belly. “You’ve been quite the talk of the town over the past couple of years. Starting with nothing but $20 in your back pocket. But you’ve managed to build one of the wealthiest empires in the state.” Chris couldn’t hold back his prideful smirk, silently agreeing with you. Impressed that you’d done the research considering the last minute change. Chris has a habit of remembering everything, an eidetic memory, and he didn’t remember your name on the email from his assistant. “Which is why I’m here today. You’ve made it to Number 1 on our 50 Under 50.” 

“Your work with charities such as Christopher's Haven and Animal Rescue League of Boston have really made you stand out above the crowd. Some may say your charitable work is what made you the man you are today,”

“You don’t?” He asked, leaning forward in his chair and resting his elbows on his desk. 

“Excuse me?” You replied, confused. Your eyes narrowing in on him slightly and your brows knitting together. 

“You don’t think my charity work is what got me here?” He pressed, his brows rising up in question. 

“It doesn’t matter what I think-”

“I think if you’re going to write an article about me it most definitely does matter what you think.” He watched you look down at your notes, flicking between he pages before looking back up at him. You were getting flustered. “Those questions were created by my assistant, not me. I’m asking you, so humour me. Please.” He added, noticing how your shoulders relaxed a little. 

“I- uh- well-” taking a deep breath through your nose you forced yourself to relax, dropping your pen in your notebook before meeting his amused expression. “I don’t.” Where you really about to do this? Question one of the most powerful men in Boston? Question his links to the mafia? Yes. “I believe you’ve gotten your success elsewhere.” Your stomach was currently summersaulting and twisting, your inner monologue praying to the God’s that you didn’t end up in the docks, sleeping with the fishes. Your hands trembling as you fiddled with the pen resting on your lap. 

“Oh? And where’s that, sweetheart?” He was testing you, seeing if you had the balls to actually say it. You watched as his jaw set, swallowing slowly.

“You know my name Mr Evans, I prefer you use it. Those demeaning names might work on your female colleagues here, but they don’t work on me.” You sternly spoke, not knowing where the surge of confidence came from. 

Chris was shocked, no one ever stood up to him. Had you just told him off?

“Now. I believe that whilst your charity work has paid off in the long run. I think you’re using it as a buffer.” You spoke with such certainty, your voice clear. 

“A buffer?” He repeated, impressed with your tenacity. He wouldn’t normally indulge these types of questions or rumours during interviews, but he found himself intrigued by you. How you held yourself in conversation sparked something in him. Most women usually turned to bumbling and fumbling messes around him. “Hmm..” He trailed off, scratching his chin before waving his hand for you to continue. 

“Well, I believe that you’re involved in underground activities. Dealings with criminals and the mafia families.” Now that you were saying this out loud to Chris, you felt stupid. 

“You do, huh?” He watched you nod slowly, your eyes flicking everywhere except from him. “I’m over here,” his index finger tapping his desk lightly to bring you back. The way he purred your name sent a shiver down your spine. “Your evidence?” He asked after a few minutes of silence. 

Evidence? Fuck. How were you drawing a blank right now? Evidence. Evidence. Evidence. You repeated over and over in your head, trying to rack your brain. 

“If you need a minute...” He smirked at you, practically watching the cogs turn inside your head and the steam coming out of your ears. 

“That won’t be necessary.” You snapped before regaining composure quickly, something that if Chris blinked, he would’ve missed. “I believe your connections to the Mackie family is enough evidence, not to mention your connection with the Stan’s which dates back almost 25 years. Who are widely known for their criminal-”

“Myself, Mr Mackie and Mr Stan are great friends, they’re practically family. Surely your research tells you that.” You clocked how his nostrils started to flare, the only sign of irritation he gave. 

“It does. Friendships explain a lot of things Mr Evans. But one thing they don’t explain is the business deals that go on behind closed doors. I hear that Mr Stan is very invested in your company.” You quipped, putting emphasis on the words to make your point. 

You both sat in silence as you stared one another down, the glimmer of green dancing around his blue orbs as his licked his lips and shook his head slightly and shuffling in his seat, you were making him uncomfortable. 

“Now we’ve discussed my opinions, would you like to return to the scheduled questions?” You asked sweetly, coking your head to the side slightly. The only sound was your pen tapping lightly at your note pad.

“My office. Now.” Your boss demanded, her expression hard and stone like. The exact opposite of the soft and warm one she always displayed. Not giving you much of a choice to refuse before turning on her heels and marching back to her office, leaving her door open.

“What’d you do?” Janie asked, her head popping over the divider that separated your desks. 

“Only one way to find out.” You grumbled, locking your computer before pushing yourself up and heading towards her office, ignoring the stares of everyone else. 

It took a lot to piss off your boss, normally a level-headed and calm person. Always soft spoken. You tried thinking back on your work week, it was now Friday and you couldn’t think of anything you’d done that would’ve pissed her off. 

“Sit.” She demanded when you closed the door, pointing her perfectly manicured index finger to the seat across from her desk. 

“Everything alright?” You asked nervously as you took a seat, playing with the sleeves of your jumper. 

“You tell me.” Was all she said before turning the screen of her computer to face you, it displayed the first draft of your article on Chris. “Want to explain to me why you diverted away from the questions? Or why I had a phone call from Mr Evans this morning demanding an explanation as to why my journalist felt it appropriate to pry into his personal business? Asking about his relations to families such as the Mackie’s and the Stan’s.” Her tone was short.

Oh was she pissed.

“Excuse me?” Was she serious right now? Was he serious? He'd pushed you during the interview to tell him the truth. Your blood starting to boil and anger starting to rush through your veins. “Mr Evans insisted that we go off topic, I was more than happy to continue with the provided questions.”

“You expect me to believe that he initiated the topic of conversation about his connections to the underground world?” She sounded incredulous as she spoke, shaking her head before clicking her tongue. 

“Yes. He pushed me- encouraged me even, into giving an answer. He asked for my opinion-”

“So you lie!” She shouted, causing her assistant to flinch on the other side of the windowed wall. She did have a point there. You could’ve lied, but that isn’t who you are. “We don’t need someone as powerful as him putting in complaints.” You snort of laughter caused her jaw to tick in anger as she raised her perfectly groomed brows. 

“I’m sorry, not once during our conversation did he express any issues with my questions or opinions. In fact, he found my theories amusing.” You reasoned, you weren’t going down without a fight. He had no right to push you for an answer and then make a compliant to your boss about it three days later. You were beyond irked, your body began to tremble with anger. Your last nerve dangling by a thread. 

“Well, I hope you find suspension amusing.” She watched your jaw drop, pleased to render you speechless for once. You and your boss had always gotten along without a hitch. But sometimes you needed reining in and she was a tad smug to be the one to do it. “Two weeks. Get out.” She nodded towards her office door, before returning her gaze back to her computer screen. 

Your last nerve was well and truly plucked, you were seeing red as you stomped out of her office to gather your things. Never in your professional life had you ever been suspended. It was embarrassing to have the entire office watch you pack your things, their eyes following you to the elevator. Janie giving you a sympathetic smile, pointing to her phone signalling that she’ll ring you later. 

Once you reached your car you couldn’t stop the scream of frustration that rippled through your throat, kicking the wheel of your car and instantly regretting it when you felt the pain surge through your foot and up your leg, causing you to hiss out in pain. 

“Mr Evans, that reporter from Boston Globe Media is on the phone.” Maria, his assistant, spoke through the intercom. “Demanding to speak to you, something about a phone call with her boss. I can tell her you’re in a meeting-”

“No need Maria.” Chris couldn’t stop the grin that tugged the corners of his mouth upwards. “I’ve been expecting her phone call. Pop her through.” 

After you left you'd been on Chris’s mind non-stop. It didn’t take him long to dig into you and your life, he remembers the confused look on Jensen’s face when he decided to sit with him. Something he never does when enlisting the help of Jake, he would normally give the name and wait for his call. But Chris couldn’t stop the niggle of curiosity that had been bugging him. 

In the last three days he’d learnt that you had an apartment in the city, you’d been born and raised in Boston by your parents, who had divorced when you were 20. He knew what you studied at college. What gym you frequented. Anything available to Jake, he knew. 

You’d piqued his interest and he found himself looking for an excuse to speak to you again. To him, you were breathtakingly beautiful. A breath of fresh air. He found himself craving you at night, wondering what it felt like to hold you. You’d only spent an hour in his company and he felt like he needed more of you. 

The purr of your name came through the speaker of your car, his velvety voice calming you instantly. “How can I help you?” 

“You’re joking right?!” You scoffed, the irritation bubbling back up, your knuckles turning white as your grip tightened against the steering wheel. “My boss suspended me because you put in a complaint.”

“I did.” He hummed in response, leaning back in his chair. 

“If you felt uncomfortable with my opinions Mr Evans-”

“Call me Chris.” He demanded in a soft tone, irking you more.

“Why didn’t you say something? Or inform me that it was all off the record? I didn’t see you having a problem with our conversation at the time, Mr Evans.” You spat through the speaker. 

Oh that pissed him off, and he knew you were doing it to pluck a nerve. 

“I entertained your theories, sweetheart.” Two could play this game. “That still doesn’t give you the right to write about them. I don’t remember giving my consent.” 

There was the fucking nickname again. You weren’t his sweetheart, nor were you going to be. How did he even get a copy of your draft? 

“It seems you need to refresh yourself on journalism etiquette, I’m sure those two weeks of suspension will be the perfect opportunity.” He chided, smirking when he heard you huff through the phone. He had to admit, the reaction you were giving him he found incredibly sexy. You didn’t care who he was or what he was capable of, knowing of his connections and yet here you were, cursing him out and attempting to put him in place. Something no woman has ever done. Except his mother, but Lisa Evans was a force to be reckoned with. Something told him you and her would get on well together. 

“It also seems that you’re now free for the next to weeks,” he started. “I’d like to take you out.” He confidently stated, taking a sip of his coffee.

What the fuck? Was he being serious? Did he actually want to take you out on a date after getting you suspended? Does he know women, at all? You couldn’t help but stare at the screen in your car, shocked. 

“On a date or with a rifle? Because right now, the rifle sounds more enticing.” Your dry reply had him spluttering on his coffee, spilling it on his tie. 

“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, grabbing some tissues to clean his tie. 

“You do realise you got me suspended from work? I’m in shit up to my eyeballs with my boss because you got your Calvin’s in a twist, and you think I want to go out on a date with you? You’re ridiculous.” A part of you was disappointed with your answer, the part that couldn’t help but swoon when he smiled or fill your belly up with butterflies every time he purred your name. Did he always have to say it like that? In that raspy tone, like there was meaning and endearment behind it. 

“Think about it, sweetheart.” He cooed into the phone, not phased one bit by your rejection. “I’ll be waiting.” Were the last words he spoke before ending the call. 

Chris Evans always got what he wanted, and he wanted you. 

[yuikomorii]

Admin, may we know if there is something that bothers you about Ayato?

// Although Ayato is my best boy, there are some aspects that bother me, but not necessarily about him but about the way he was written throughout the games. It’s alright if you disagree with me, this is simply my opinion!

To begin with, Ayato is described as an awful narcissist in the first character sheet. Because they're vampires, DL characters must be sadistic, and I loved that they made them cruel, because humans are just prey in their eyes, and they're basically monsters. Returning to Ayato, he fit the DO-S criteria until they decided to make him the most heroic and selfless Diaboy of them all out of the blue. True, these aren't bad traits at all, and I believe in character development, but in Ayato's case, it was already far too much to the point where he almost lost his initial personality.

I talked with some of my friends about it and it feels as if Rejet victimizes Ayato. You may be wondering how they do that, but bear with me as I explain. In LE, Ayato is the only character who has no allies (except for Yui), he receives no apology, and everyone begins to hate him in such an OOC manner. I described it better in this post and honestly, Rejet made everyone way too mean towards him. I’m sure at least Laito or Subaru would have felt bad for Ayato in such a situation but they actually didn’t and that was way too uncharacteristic. I have the impression that they wanted to villainize other characters in order to make the audience pity Ayato and be like “No, my poor baby! You’re too good for this game!” or stuff like that. 

They also gave him two other major roles in LE to demonstrate what a good person/brother he is. In Laito's route, he helps his brother by filling up the place, checking on the Demon World for him, and occasionally looking after Yui. Then, in Kino's route, he sort of becomes Yui's lover and sacrifices himself for her, being burned alive by Kino. After Yui is finally brainwashed, Ayato notices that she has begun to like Kino and allows her to be with him. Excuse me, what—? That doesn't seem like something Ayato would do, especially since he becomes Yui's best friend and is the first to acknowledge Kino as his brother, despite the fact that he stole his woman, burned him alive, tortured him and planned to sell him to the church.

And guess what? After Lost Eden, Ayato's popularity skyrocketed in Japan, where he literally won first place in a contest held in the Rejet store and second place in the Chaos Lineage poll. Rejet's strategy appears to have been successful.

Rejet tones down other characters in order to make Ayato shine. We all know Rejet enjoys making Ayato act like a hero, which is fine until they start making other characters look bad, as I previously stated. There's a scene in Young Blood where Shu and Subaru openly admit that they only used Ayato as bait and had no plans to rescue him afterwards. So... are you going to tell me that little Shu and Subaru would actually do something like that? Because I have my doubts. As evidenced by the flashbacks, they were kind children. Once again, it seems that Rejet is forcing the Diaboys to mistreat him in order to make Ayato likeable. He mentions being an outcast at one point, which is clearly not true.

I respect Rejet's work and am grateful that they created DL, but I’m not okay with their obvious bias toward Ayato. They try everything to make him likeable, as if he's the most underrated character. He is literally the most popular Diaboy worldwide; there are people who recognize his face but have no clue about the games or anime. Ayato is already favored; he's on buildings and took part in Anime conventions alongside many well-known characters; there's no need to make him even more popular by giving him more positive traits. People used to like him a lot even in HDB and MB ://