#awful characters round 6

[myths-tournaments]

Awful Characters - FINALS

Propaganda under the cut

IANTHE TRIDENTARIUS

Her number one hobby is ruining every person's that she knows life. Her second hobby is being soooo slutty about it despite looking like a literal wet rat. Her third hobby is having an extremely unhealthy relationship with her twin. Her other hobbies include cannibalism, wearing a maid outfit, being extremely convinced she is the main character, the badboy sexy love interest and the villain. 'Why', you may ask. Well, the answer is, for shits and giggles #justgirlythings i, aswell as literally everybody else in the fandom have gone through the pipeline from hating her to desperately wanting to fuck her. expect for i still fucking hope she dies and doesn't come back for good. (that would literally solve all of everybody's problems) as god intended (EXPECT FOR. one of her hobbies literally is gaslighting god) She is fucking horrible i will love her until i die and even after that

parks and recs jean ralphio voice she's the woooorst!! The moment she learns she has to kill someone to become a Lyctor (aka a more special necromancer), she doesn't hesitate to kill and cannibalize the guy who has been her cavalier since childhood… cavalier who she also totally bullied as kids, she was allowed to choose one guest for her and her twin sister's birthday party each year, and she would always pick whoever she thought her cavalier didn't want to see there! While other characters are shown to regret the process of becoming a Lyctor (which involves someone close to them dying)/were forced into it because of circumstances, Ianthe has absolutely no regrets, she believes she did what she had to do

The author once said of Ianthe: "I don't think she's been nice to anyone, if she has I'll go back and change it." She killed and ate the soul of someone she has known all her life so that she could become a necromantic saint and tormented him plenty before that. General negging, ganging up against him, always inviting people he didn't like to their birthday parties. She doesn't regret killing him. I think she is repulsed by the idea that his digested soul is affecting hers. She helped her crush lobotomise herself so she would be in Ianthe's debt, and later lied and said she didn't see the corpse of a woman her crush killed under her bed (why did she do that? I do not know). She has a bone arm because her original arm was cut off, she hated the replacement so her crush cut THAT off and grew her a new one out of just bones. She had it gilded and only after that did she decide to help her crush deal with the person who had been repeatedly trying to kill her. She wants so badly to be the main character but people keep interrupting her villain monologues.

she has her own content warning tag

She's such a bitch to everyone all the time, she causes nothing but problems, she tries to do a villain speech but fumbles it because her tummy hurt, she is the awfulgirl of all time

MAKIMA

The number of times I've seen people call others 'groomer apologists' or questioning if they actually like Makima for 'proper reasons' and aren't just sexualizing her are astronomical. She's truly a diabolical and fascinating antagonist. And yeah she's hot too. Who gives a shit if I like her character And her unsettling cryptic mommy energy? I have eyes. I have needs. I have love for Makima and I am not ashamed to say it.

[clumsycapitolunicorn]

it's been nearly 6 months since the ted lasso finale and im still pretty much:

[s0dium]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐗

A/n: Almost kinktober guys ;) Synopsis: How many rounds can JJK men go for? Characters: Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Choso, Sukuna Ryomen Warnings: Doggy, mating press, multiple orgasms, sub space, overstimulation, dub-con, photo taking, cock warming, nipple sucking, finger sucking, breeding, unprotected sex, virgin!Choso, mentions of masturbation, pussy drunk men

☆ Gojo Satoru: 3-4

The longest three rounds of your life

You think he can stop just cumming in you once? Hell no. The best part about sex is when he can see his cum oozing out of you with each push.

Also loves overstimulating himself until he is a groaning mess.

Unfortunately for you, Gojo Satoru is NOT a one-minute man.

"Awe come on don't go zoning out on me now~"

Gojo's voice is teasing, a low, melodic coo that slides into your ears as you struggle to focus. His grin is wide, almost predatory, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement as he leans in closer. You’re hazy, breathless, your mind clouded with pleasure, barely able to register the words.

"S'cant... feel too...” You mumbled and thrashed against Gojo's hold, forcing him to pin your wrists together above your head while he pistoned into you with brute force. Sure it's only the second round for him but for you, he's brought you over the edge more than your poor poor body can handle.

Your body feels completely spent, trembling with overstimulation as your legs, sore from the constant tightening and untightening, hang limp in Gojo's grip. He’s folded you in half, his hands pressing your legs against your chest, locking you in place with ease. The room feels heavy, a warm haze clouding your thoughts as you realize you’ve been drooling, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure to even care.

“Feel fucking amazing Jesus Christ.” Gojo manages to groan out between pants followed by a string of curses. Every time he leaves the clutch of your cunny, his cock is coated in a thick shiny sheen of creaminess, and when he snaps his hips back in, it settles right at the base of him, painting your puffy pussy lips as well. Gojo effortlessly lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, sinking even deeper into you with each forceful thrust. The new angle, paired with the relentless pace of his hips snapping against yours, sends you spiraling dangerously close to the edge. Your grip on the sheets falters, hands slipping as tears streak down your flushed cheeks. Your mouth hangs open, drool pooling beneath you, completely mind-fucked and overwhelmed by the pleasure that consumes every inch of your body.

Your limbs have no strength left to resist—no, you don’t want to. Every nerve in your body is thrumming, begging for more as you let him take control. His every movement draws out a fresh wave of sensation, each thrust sending you spiraling closer to that next high. You can’t stop it—there’s no chance to. Your body is his to use, to pull pleasure from again and again, and all you can do is surrender to the bliss as it builds, crashing over you uncontrollably.

"Come for me baby," Gojo coos. "I'll cum in you and if it spills we can start all over again."

~

☆ Toji Fushiguro: 6

First three you are riding him and doing all the work.

Then when your legs give out thats even he fucks you silly

He is so big :( Sometimes he has to let you cock warm him for a bit so you can catch your breath

This is it you where going to die.

You were going to be fucked to death.

"Shhh, stop crying would you? Yer' taking it like a champ I promise."

Two big hands come up to your face to wipe the hot tears streaming down your face. Your body is trembling uncontrollably, every muscle quivering as waves of pleasure leave you numb and overwhelmed. It’s like your senses have short-circuited, leaving you shaking, barely able to register anything beyond the intense, lingering sensation pulsing through you.

Even though Toji is unmoving inside you, your pussy cannot stop spasming from the pleasure of his fat tip pressed up against your g-spot. Even if he wanted to pull out right now, Toji doubts that your cunt would give up the vice grip on his cock. Coincidentally that meant that he was keeping you plugged with 3 loads of warm sticky cum in your tight walls.

"Fuck still so tight baby, you want me to fuck you more don't you?" Toji's voice is a low, teasing coo as his focus shifts to your breasts, his tongue flicking over each hardened nipple, tracing slow, lazy circles that send shivers down your spine. One hand squeezes your breast, kneading the soft flesh, while the other glides over your sides and stomach, his touch warm and deliberate, drawing out every sensation. With all the strength you can muster, you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you so that you can feel his cock push impossibly farther into you, and he moans into your breast, biting your nipple softly. 

Then, without releasing your nipple from his mouth, he begins the slow roll of his hips into your sloppy cunt. Toji's hips move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each roll pressing him deeper into you with a tantalizing, unhurried pace. His movements are controlled, almost teasing, as he grinds against you, making you feel every inch, every pulse of his dick as he draws out your pleasure with each smooth thrust.

"Just take it m'kay? You can handle it."

~

☆ Geto Suguru: 4

Geto is a real fiend

The breaks between sex consist of him drinking water and kissing the water into your mouth. After that it's right back to fucking.

Loves taking photos of his cum oozing out of you. Looks at it when he is bored.

“So pretty….”

Drool dripped from your chin onto the pillow below, mixing with the tears streaming from your eyes, which were rolled back in bliss. Your breath hitched the moment Geto's hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to catch his gaze out of the corner of your eye. As your eyes lock, a dark, knowing smirk curves on his lips, sending a shiver down your spine. You were finally getting used to the dizzying, mind-numbing pressure of his tip crashing into your cervix—but the bad news? Your legs were completely numb, trembling and useless beneath you.

 “Did you hear what I said doll?”

 Whatever was left of your mind tried to reign back its focus on the man pistoning into you from behind, but as it turned out, there wasn’t much. The friction of his cock dragging against you was unbearable, even with the syrupy cum soaking the walls of your quivering pussy. All you could do was dizzily nod, earning a chuckle from Geto while he eyes the way your hips instinctively raise so his cock can sink even deeper into you from behind. If you could only know the heaven your cunt you're putting his mind in, he is sure you'd be the one smirking. Geto even has to bite harshly on his lip to stop himself from whimpering every time your sticky pussy spasms from pleasure.

The euphoria came in waves of electric current that pulsed through your sloppy pussy and the only thing keeping you grounded his loads of warm sticky cum dripping down your thigh.  

 “Come on speak to me baby, I've only come two times, we've barely even started.”

 The wet sounds of Geto's dick slipping in and out of you filled the room and your senses. His cock filled you so much better than your hands ever could, hitting that gummy spot inside your walls over and over again perfectly, and you wondered how you were ever satisfied with the way you masturbated before you met him.

 “I’m a lucky man arent I? To have such an obedient baby with such a pretty pussy.” His hand comes to your face to caress your cheek, and you nestle into his touch while his thumb wipes away your tears. Your too busy immersing in the warmth of his palm to notice the flash of light and the sound of a shutter above you. Even when you turn your head back in curiosity, all you see is Geto staring at the screen of his phone with a lazy grin spread on his face.

~

☆ Choso: 2

Give this man a break! He's a half century old curse who has never fucked before!

You should be glad that he didn't cum by just slipping his tip in, because oh god lord he is seeing colors.

Choso swore he wasn't a whimpering man. Nothing that good could ever make him stumble over his words like a schoolboy. But Jesus Christ, he was not expecting you.

“F-fuck, you’re tight,” Choso groans hoarsely. You felt good? Try god-like, Choso's mind was in euphoria right now. His hand or a fleshlight could never compare to the way your gummy walls sucked him in and hugged his cock.

"M'feel good Cho~" You whine, head thrown back against the plush pillow. The stretch was delicious. It had you squirming and writhing and you couldn't help but tighten as your body tried to push out the large foreign intrusion. You gasped when you felt his tip smush against your cervix, little bolts of electricity being sent through your stomach as he pressed against you.

Choso was slow at first, wanting to still admire the way your cunt swallows him up, the fat of his head has a hard time popping out with how greedy your cunny is being. He whines at how hot you are on the inside, but he’s quick to change to a faster pace.

Choso’s voice comes out in a deep, breathless groan, his grip tightening as he leans closer, his words heavy with need. "W-wanna do this all the time. Every day, baby," he rasps, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure, completely lost in the sensation. Each thrust seems to pull the words from his lips as if he can’t hold back, his body trembling with how good it feels. The thought of having you like this, over and over, only spurs him on, his pace quickening as he grinds against you, desperate to make this moment last forever.

Unable to handle the sensation, your hands grab his shoulder and grip them for dear life. Choso doesn’t let up his pace, in fact he increases it, pounding your poor little cunt with no remorse. His mind is foggy, everything just feels and looks so so good, he’s not even thinking when he shoves his fingers in your mouth, digits pressing down on your tongue and swirling around in the spit.

“Your gonna let me use you when ever I want right? Gotta lot of time to make up for, you gonna be a good girl and always make me feel good right?”

~

☆ Sukuna Ryomen: Lord have mercy

It depends.

Its either the longest no-break sex marathon of your life or 6 even seven rounds with small breaks in between.

Unfortunately, Sukuna is a sadist, it's a headcanon that he might prioritize his pleasure over yours. Combine that with his godly stamina and you have an insane combo.

Kneeling helplessly, both your wrists pinned behind you by just one of Sukuna’s powerful arms, you can only brace yourself as he thrusts into you from behind, each powerful movement sending shockwaves through your body as he effortlessly controls your every breath, your every tremble.

"C-cant do this!" you cry, your voice breaking as Sukuna's grip tightens around your wrists, holding you firmly in place. Your legs are sore from this kneeling position and the angle that his cock hits you is so euphoric it's almost painful from the sheer collision. Sukuna chuckles darkly, his pace relentless as he leans in closer, his hot breath ghosting over your neck.

"Oh, but you will," he growls, each word dripping with wicked amusement, his hips driving into you harder. "You don’t have a choice."

You can only wail in response, the sound escaping your lips uncontrollably as the overwhelming pleasure consumes you. Every thrust sends a wave of heat surging through your body, your mind going blank as Sukuna fills you completely, each movement pushing you closer to the edge. The pressure builds with each deep, forceful stroke, your body trembling beneath him, and all you can do is surrender to the intense, all-encompassing bliss that threatens to pull you under.

"Such a good girl, you're a natural submissive, aren't you? Or maybe you just loved being fucked like the slut you are."

How much time has passed? You can’t even tell anymore—everything blurs together in a haze of pleasure and heat. The rhythm of Sukuna’s relentless pistoning becomes the only thing grounding you, your mind foggy and lost as your body responds to him instinctively. Each second feels stretched out, an eternity of raw sensation as you teeter on the brink, utterly consumed by the moment.

"Gonna fuck you like this till I’ve had my fill, got that?" Sukuna’s voice is a low, dangerous growl in your ear, the words sending a shiver down your spine as he presses deeper.

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 2 part 2

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

here's another Agatha reflection that I didn't notice yesterday - it's a theme, I tell you

she's essentially doing what she does at the beginning of Wandavision, although with no prep time and no magic for costume changes: a ditzy over the top wife with the made up farway husband

I'd get a couple more candles back there, Lilia. You missed a spot.

But jokes aside, you know what she's doing? She's taking the piss out of agatha. this is Lilia we're talking about, the Seer. her job is literally to See. she knew who and what Agatha was the moment she stepped in, and frankly it's insulting that Agatha would try such cheap tricks on her. this is a little "fuck you agatha" before they get down to business and lilia can tell her to fuck off too

and yes, agatha underestimates lilia from the start, which is the point of lilia's character and the lesson she has to internalize. but the thing is, lilia IS amazing, powerful and wise from the very beginning. this whole scene is Lilia being better, smarter and more powerful than Agatha, she just doesn't have the self-confidence to recognize it

(but WHY beauford?? best name she could have picked)

lilia IS in control. she sets the pace of this encounter. agatha is a step behind, which is rare for her

fuck off, look at that stupid condescending little face

YASSS read her for filth! but let's recap her exact words (so I have an excuse to listen again to Patti's exquisite delivery and voice control)

"You've been under the influence of another. Someone you hurt." Wanda. And we go back to Agatha torturing Wanda and what it's doing to her, the guilt she feels.

"They took your agency. For three years." Agency is one of the main themes of this show and something that will touch Lilia up close too.

"It's not the first time your witch kin betrayed you." Not the other way round! Yes, Agatha has betrayed, she has hurt and killed. But we need to acknowledge that she was betrayed by her kin, her coven, her community first.

"But you survive, in a way few do." Agatha is a survivor. She dragged herself out of a hellpit, and she was maimed and turned into something horrible in the process. But she fucking survived.

"In fact, that's why you're here." Lilia knows EXACTLY what Agatha is planning, she knows that she's here to kill and she knows why. She knew from the start.

agatha's face falling more and more

YES. FUCK YES. THE PERFECT DICTION TROUGH GRITTED TEETH. SHE IS NOT INTERESTED!! GIVE THIS WOMAN ALL THE MONOLOGUES BECAUSE SHE'S GONNA CRUSH THEM

I know, Billy. this is also the way I look at stage goddess patti lupone

SHE IS CRYING AGAIN! DO YOU SEE IT!!! DO YOU SEE THIS SHIT?!!?!? SHE'S CRYING AT BEING SEEN SO CLEARLY, BECAUSE SHE'S ALWAYS HIDING. AND SHE'S CRYING WITH RELIEF, TRIUMPH AND GUILT BECAUSE SHE'S FOUND THIS AMAZING EXTRAORDINARY WONDERFUL WITCH AND SHE HAS TO KILL HER SO SHE WON'T DIE HERSELF TONIGHT

DON'T TOUCH ME, I'M IN A GLASSCASE OF EMOTIONS.

that's a predator right there

nuh-uh babe, she's got your number. you are not going to win this one. (i'm drinking up all the details in her room. look at that old singer sewing machine, that's a 70s or 80s model - everything in the room is at least 40 years old. Is she making herself a quilt? is she cold at night? we know she doesn't have the money to pay her bills)

I KNOW, BILLY!!!

lol, you know when patti told joe locke something like, 'sorry you're stuck here with all these old ladies'?? and he was like, no you don't undeRSTAND

(I mean, Patti has met plenty of gay boys. she understands.)

Lilia jumps for a moment to episode 5 and hears the ghost of Agatha's mom yelling at her. (aw, her chairs are all mismatched.)

Billy is always so polite. and look at Agatha's body language, she's doing the same thing she did when torturing Wanda, kind of hugging herself. both predatory and defensive, because, once again, she is not as comfortable as she seem. she is not being sincere, she is out to manipulate lilia, and she's not happy about it

I live for lilia's rants about the commodification and gentrification of the queer witch community (look at those gorgeous italian plates!)

she actually did bite a kid once

"when I was chased out of every village I passed through for accurately predicting tragedy? NO, I do NOT. BEAT IT, harkness!" I adore her delivery. and also. ouch. ouch. my sweet lilia. so many years, so much pain

When watching this scene for the first time, you identify with Billy and just sit back and enjoy these two extraordinary witches and actresses working together. the first episodes are high on comedy but they all have a serious, upsetting undertone, and it's especially gratifying to see how both actresses work with voice, face and body language to express what they can't say explicitly. Lilia is an incredibly old, wise, experience witch, but also tired, alone, humiliated. She's been jumping through time and she's really frightened about it. And right now? She's quite literally going against the most dangerous serial killer of witches in known history. She can stand her own against Agatha and then some, but she is not confident enough to see it yet.

A question that reads ironic but is delivered without a hint of irony. Why are you dragging a child into this? You of all people. Why are you putting a literal child in danger?

an ironic answer also delivered with no irony. it's threatening, and it's also protective of Billy

agatha gambles: maybe she can get lilia mad enough later and get blasted anyway. maybe she has other means to steal (a kiss, mayhaps?) And Billy better not hear this, she's not gonna kill him or anything but, you know, keeping her options open. just in case.

lilia DOES NOT need to return to her clairvoyant glory. lilia is one of the most if not the most powerful seer. her isolation is self-imposed. agatha is completely out of her depth here.

case in point: agatha does successfully con jen and alice, but she does NOT con lilia. not even close. she had nothing. lilia was in control of the conversation the whole time, seeing through agatha the whole time, and she was always going to say no.

"Three of Pentacles." collaboration, community, singular voices waiting to harmonize. Lilia REACHES THROUGH TIME and MAKES herself join Agatha. How fucking heartwrenching is that???? Agatha never tricked Lilia into doing anything. Lilia is sitting at the tarot table in her Glinda costume, for the first time fully confident and fully aware in her power, and she just - she grabs herself in the past and says, this is your family. this is your coven. you have chosen it. go and reclaim it. that is why Lilia follows them to the Road. not because Agatha is powerful, but because Lilia is.

and present Lilia is just so scared. she knows this is going to kill her.

FUCK I love this show so much!

(and a quick shoutout to @sapphicjew, I'm loving your commentary!)

go to episode 2 part 3

[otterloreart]

Steps of creating a 3D model replica from scratch

trace photos of character from available and cleanest angles. attempt to get a 90 degree*, front and back, side profile and straight on of the face. save additional reference photos such as bottom of body, back, and various extra angles without tracing which may help reference later on.

*more on angles later, but trying to get a 90 degree from each side is the most realistic and practical option if you dont actually have the character you're copying

2. block out the body and head

and by block i mean, yeah, its made out of elaborate rectangles

4 aha, you thought I would hand sculpt those? no. no. I used the curve tool to add these swirls. And yes i exactly traced them over the drawings to match the original as best as possible. The end of the curve tool is flat by default so I added a few spheres to make the ends nice and round. (there is absolutely a way to make the ends of curves rounded but I did not feel like looking it up or messing with the settings)

this wasn't mirrored to the other side- I traced both sides of the body and the front from photos and sculpted the swirls for each side. I couldn't get a single photo of the swirls at the butt area so I just winged it.

6 I am struggling to not make Cha Cha look angry.

I feel like the eyes are basically traced off the original and yet she looks so much grumpier. maybe it just needs to be smoothed out?

I added a little definition to the area around the eyes and I do think it looks a little better. The more definition I add in this stage the better, because I prefer this to sculpting. However, if you're more adept at sculpting you would probably not make this as detailed.

7 Here she is after smoothing everything out in sculpt after remeshing, in both Eevee (left) and Cycles (middle/right). still trying to figure out how best to render things. For some reason her nose ended up lighter in cycles but i cant be bothered to fix that rn

On the previous step I made the elements of her face + ears mirrored but once I start sculpting I'm not using the mirror tool. In fact nothing ends up mirrored, even the back right foot is slightly shifted in position.

this is probably not even the final version, I think i might redo the smooth/sculpt part and fiddle with the underlying shapes (basically go back a step)

Cha Cha's face. is one of the most difficult things to sculpt. It is extremely difficult to understand the shape of the underlying sculpt because there aren't any photos of her with the eye paint removed. There are so few of her out there I don't think anyone would willingly remove the paint to make a custom or anything unless it was in truly awful condition, and I dont think that has ever happened.

I have saved dozens of references from a number of different sites- these pics here are from etsy, the above was from the wiki. Her eyes are different from every single other pony and pony and friends- they're so bulging, so round, the eyelashes are longer. It's wild.

I can only see all the things that are wrong with it.

It's basically impossible to get something like this 100% perfect unless you have like, a set of turnaround photos all from the same angle that you can match up to the camera. You can basically overlap references with the camera view but you will never know the exact angle so if you make edits from multiple angles like this you'll inevitably not match each angle and then have to go back and adjust the angles and then you're fiddling with it infinitely. That's why I usually go for the "trace 4 angles and make the rest up as you go along" method.

I don't want to spend _too_ long on every model I make- the Takara pony which took 6 months really shows how far down the rabbit hole I will go with something like this, and it's just not practical. But I think with a slight amount of fiddling I can match the reference a little better.

[halitis]

do i have anything anything against jason as a character? no. i actually like him quite a bit! i think hes really interesting!

BUT DO I THINK SOME JASON FANS ARE FUCKING DUMB AS FUCK?!?? YES BITCH WHAT THE FUCK?

im gonna go through all the shit wrong with this comment thread one by one because jesus fucking CHRIST!!!!

1. "that thing" first of all. What. she is literally just a evil-aligned poc woman. she has been raised in this environment and as a result of that this is really the only life available for her and thats the tragedy of her character!

2. "why did she get with roy" THEY ARE FUCKING SOULMATES. THEIR ENTIRE THING IS THE INHERENT LOVE THEY SHARE FOR EACH OTHER WHILE ALSO VALUING THEIR MORALS ABOVE EACH OTHER. IT IS THE COMPLEXITY OF RAISING A CHILD TOGETHER AND ALSO TRYING TO FIND MIDDLE GROUND. IT IS BEGGINT THE OTHER TO CHANGE AND KNOWING THEY WONT.

3. "MY BABY JASON" YOU CANNOT SAY THAT AFTER YOU JUST INSULTED JADE.... LITTERALLY CANNOT. the biggest fucking hypocrytical statement i have ever fucking heard!!! bro!!! jason is Nawt a good person! he just flat out isnt! he has done so much horrid shit, not just to his familt, but to roy's family too. like he is not ur sweet innocent traumatised boy, he is a fucked up grown ass man who was hurt and decided to take that pain out on others. he is no fucking different from jade except he thinks hes doing rhe right thing, at least jade knows she isnt

4. "lian baby mama is jason now" ive talked abt this before, but sexism in fandom spaces when it comes to mlm ships is so fucking common it is fucking absurd. why are women only used as babymakers for ur gay characters?? why can they not be complex characters while men can???? it is fucking absurd how common it is in dc fandom and i frankly dont know why im shocked by it! women are regressed to one of three roles: evil villain who abused male love interest, baby maker, BAMF with no complexity or character at all and it is honestly so fucking tiring and just, boring to read??? like how do you not just hate it??????

5. "unemployed" honestly. i have no words. all im saying is it is No Fucking Shock that the woc is being pushed into these awful stereotypes.

now we are up to the worst part. the final comment...

6. "how are you gonna sleep with my man" ROY LEFT JADE. NOT THE OTHER WAY ROUND. roy was on an undercover mission and fell in love with jade and got her pregnant! he left because he would not be able to arrest her!!! all she fucking knew was one of the first people she truly ever loved had fucking gotten her to trust him and then left her, she had to deal with that pregnancy BY HERSELF. SHE LITTERALLY SAYS SHE SPENT THE ENTIRE PREGNANCY WAITING FOR ROY TO COME BACK TO HER, AND SHE WASNT EVEN MAD SHE STILL LOVED HIM.... she didn't even realise his identity for years!

also why is it always the woman's fucking fault if she gets pregnant? it takes two to tango! roy is as equally responsible for that pregnancy as jade is!

7. "AND THEN LEAVE YOUR KID" OH MY GOD.... [EXPLODES YOU WITH MY MIND] JADE. CANNOT. LEAVE. THE LEAGUE. BUT SHE DOES NOT WANT TO RAISE A FUCKINF CHILD THERE BECAUSE SHE KNOWS WHAT ITS LIKE!! SHES BEEN THAT KID!! jade knows fucking better then to delude herself into thinking she can raise lian safely while still stuck in her life, but lian is her number one priority always!! forever!! she pushes roy and lian away because she knows she is dangerous for them and because she thinks she doesnt deserve to have them and that love in her life!!!

8. "lian should be embarrassed to have her as her mum" i actually fucking wish nothing but hell upon you. have you not fucking read. just a single thing in ur life actually? just like actually can you read??? because i have met TODDLERS with better media literacy than you. LIAN HAS ISSUES WITH HER MOTHER. THIS WAS A BIG PART OF HER STINT AS SHOES. SHE IS DEALING WITH THE COMPLEXITIES OF LOVING HER MOTHER, THE WOMAN WHO LOVES HER AND CARES FOR HER, WHILE ALSO ACKNOWLEDGING THE FACT THAT SHE ISNT A GREAT MUM.

im sorry this is so messy and has so much shouting it actually has me fuming when people r so fucking stupid, idc if you dont like a character but dont just ignore all the bits of a characyer that make them redeemable or interesting to prop up ur male blorbos????

[justabigassnerd]

Not A Monster

Pairing - Axel Kovačević x Keene!reader

Word count - 9,164

Warnings - Kwon's death, canon Cobra Kai violence, abuse from Sensei Wolf, brief mentions of addiction, characters are potentially ooc, blood, weapons, swearing, guilt

Summary - at the Sekai Taikai, you catch the eye of the male Iron Dragons captain and he catches yours. after a certain tragedy, you find yourself comforting the boy whose world was slowly crumbling around him

A/N - hey y'all... this is very out of nowhere, huh? basically long story short, Axel hyperfixation goes brrrr and I cannot stop thinking of him. I've made several fan edits of him over on Instagram and I wanted to bring some of the love over onto my tumblr. I know this is out of the blue and unexpected, but y'know I enjoyed writing this so... that's all that matters and I do have a potential part 2 in mind following what happens in pt. 3 of season 6 as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!

To say your life had been changed drastically within the span of a month was no lie. Your dojo, Miyagi-Do, had been given the huge honour of competing within the Sekai Taikai, and you’d been one of the six fighters picked to represent your dojo in the prestigious competition. Little did you know, your whole life was going to be flipped around in those fateful days you spent in Barcelona for the competition.

Firstly, you met a boy. A boy from another dojo.

Axel first caught your eye when you and the other Miyagi-Do’s were watching the captains all taking pictures in the aquarium. He had a steeled expression with his arms folded across his chest, forcing a smile on his face when the photographer called him out on his expression. You had tried to hunt him down after the photos were taken to talk to him but you quickly lost him in the crowd despite his height and stature.

The next time you saw Axel was in the first round of the competition. Miyagi-Do was one of the first four dojos picked to compete and despite your best efforts, you were eliminated first. But your journey in the Sekai Taikai wasn’t over despite the setback. You watched as the competition went down to just three members of Cobra Kai, and all six members of the Iron Dragons. You watched as four of the Iron Dragon members stepped off the mat, leaving their captains open, Axel being one of them. Your eyes widened in awe as you witnessed Axel take down both Kwon and Yoon with ease, neither one of them landing a hit on them as he flipped them onto their backs with practised ease.

“Close your mouth. You’re practically drooling,” Eli hissed under his breath as you closed your mouth, unaware it had dropped open. As the judge announced that the Iron Dragons were the winners of that round, you watched Axel and the female captain cross to their sensei, invoking more curiosity as to the mystery that was Axel.

After the day's events, you headed to your changing room to change and head back to the hotel, wanting to rest and focus on the next day of events. As you walked past a room, you noticed Axel and his sensei training. You observed them quietly, listening as Sensei Wolf berated Axel before slamming his padded hand into the side of Axel’s head, making you fight back a gasp as Axel shrunk down, recoiling from the hit. As Axel shrunk away from Sensei Wolf, he looked over and locked eyes with you, his eyes fearful and sad. You longed to step in and try and protect him from his brutal sensei, but as you moved to step forward, Axel’s head shook just the slightest amount, stopping you in your tracks and telling you that you needed to leave and against your better wishes, you complied.

That night, you were struggling to sleep after what you witnessed. You knew it would be best if you told one of your sensei’s about what you witnessed but you didn’t want to bring any risk to Axel because of it. You knew Daniel would go straight to those in charge of the Sekai Taikai to report Sensei Wolf, but your dad or Chozen would probably try to attack Wolf directly, possibly getting Miyagi-Do disqualified with their actions. Unable to sleep, you climb out of bed, trying to stay as quiet as possible so as not to disturb Sam, who was sleeping in the bed next to yours. You slipped some shoes and a hoodie on before grabbing your keycard and phone to go for a walk around the hotel to try and clear your mind. As you walk around, you stumble across a drink vending machine and decide you want some water, you pay the money required and wait patiently as the drink drops, making you attempt to shush the machine for the loud noise. As you retrieve your water and straighten up, you come face to face with Axel, who looks just as shocked as you did at the realisation of each other’s identities.

“Axel, right? You’re up late.” You attempt to quip, trying to keep the mood light.

“Yes. And I could say the same for you,” Axel returns, swapping positions with you so he can get a drink at the vending machine.

“I’m y/n. I only caught your name because well… you’re the Iron Dragons captain, they couldn’t rave about you more out there on the mat.” You introduce yourself, noticing how Axel was still in training gear. From the way he chugged his water mere seconds after it came out of the machine, you could only assume he had just been up training.

“It’s pretty late for training, isn’t it?” You ask quietly, bringing attention to Axel’s outfit choice as he shrugs.

“Always time for training,” he replies simply. There was an unspoken awkwardness between the two of you. He knew you saw him and his sensei and you knew that he knew about it.

“I saw you and your sensei earlier. Is everything okay?” You ask cautiously, watching as Axel’s demeanour becomes sheepish, his eyes flicking to the floor as he nods.

“He trains me to be the best. It’s because of him I never lose,” Axel replies, no doubt an answer that had been drilled into him to prevent Sensei Wolf from being outed.

“But there are other ways of teaching. Ways that don’t terrorise you,” you insist, your heart panging with sympathy for the boy standing before you.

“My sensei is the best,” Axel says, almost as if he were trying to convince himself instead of you.

“He might be a world champion, but that doesn’t give him the right to treat you like that. I mean, my dad’s got unconventional teaching methods but not to that extent,” you argue softly, feeling awful that Axel was subject to such treatment from someone who was supposed to treat him with respect.

“Look, we should really get some rest, it’s been a long day. But, if you ever need someone to talk to, you can find me around.” You offer softly before bidding a quiet goodbye to the taller boy and making your way back to your hotel room for the rest of the night.

The next few days of the competition, Axel took you up on the offer you had given him that night and pulled you aside into quiet locker rooms to talk and spend time with you to get his mind off the brutal training Sensei Wolf had put him through. You even spent some evenings together, sneaking out to the beaches of Barcelona without your teams knowing to spend more time together. Before you knew it, you were crushing hardcore on the Iron Dragons captain and you had no idea how to handle it. You couldn’t tell anyone from your dojo, especially your twin brother Robby or your father, Johnny. So you resorted to keeping it a secret, until one day while you and Axel hid in a locker room, Axel confessed his feelings for you. The confession completely took you aback, you never expected Axel to feel the same way and before you knew it, your lips met his in a moment of tender embrace, solidifying your relationship.

The two of you decided to keep your relationship a secret for the rest of the competition, knowing it could put Axel in danger from Sensei Wolf if the truth came out. You already knew he wasn’t even supposed to speak to anyone from another dojo, so you could only imagine how Wolf would react if he found out Axel was dating someone from an opposing team. And you knew if the truth came out, Robby, Johnny, and potentially Miguel would all be out for blood with how protective they all were. So you resorted to waiting until the Sekai Taikai was over completely before you and Axel came clean about your relationship.

And then, on the day of the semi-finals, the competition descended into chaos.

You were watching Robby’s fight against Axel, hating that the luck of the draw had pitted your boyfriend and your brother against each other now, meaning only one of them could make it through to the finals. Axel was up by five points as Robby did his best to counter and defend against Axel’s ruthless attacks. In the spur of the moment, Axel shoved Robby aside, right into Kwon’s hands as he watched from the sidelines. Taking the opportunity he had to send an elbow into Robby’s side.

“Hey!” Both you and Miguel cried out at the cheap shot, immediately attempting to rush to Robby’s aid, but you were stopped by Axel sticking out a hand to catch you.

“He is not worth it,” Axel says, his glare fixed on Kwon.

“He hurt my brother, Axel,” you argue quietly, observing how Miguel gets up in Kwon’s face, both he and Robby being shoved back by Kwon and Yoon as the judge and Gunther attempt to regain control over the chaos. Before you knew it, Gunther was on the floor, knocked out from a harsh punch from one of the senseis from Tiger Strike, evidently still furious about their disqualification. That single action kicked off a full-scale brawl between every dojo that was in attendance at the competition.

In the chaos, you got separated from Axel, and both of you had to fend off people from other dojos as they threw punches and kicks. You were able to hold your own, but you couldn’t help but gaze over at Robby, worry clutching at your stomach as you saw him struggling in a fight against Yoon and Kwon while Miguel was occupied with some Iron Dragons students. In the spur of the moment, you rush over, kicking Kwon away from Robby.

“y/n?” Robby asks, eyes wide at your sudden appearance.

“I got your back,” you replied, moving to stand back to back with Robby. The two of you are able to hold your own for a while, and then Robby notices Tory struggling in a fight with Zara.

“Go and help her, I can hold these assholes off,” you say confidently, landing a solid kick to Yoon’s chest, sending him stumbling back while Robby darts off to help Tory with Zara. After a bit more time fighting with the two Cobra Kai students, Kwon eventually gets the upper hand on you, punching you in the stomach before landing a kick to the side of your head, sending you to the ground, wheezing and trying to recover your breath while the world spins around you.

Unbeknownst to you, Axel had witnessed the entire moment. In a fit of rage, he threw the member of Dublin Thunder he was fighting aside and stormed over to Kwon, engaging him in a fight while you struggled to get to your feet.

“y/n, are you okay?” Sam asks, rushing over to you in the chaos while you sit up.

“I’m good, let me just get up,” you say, taking Sam’s outstretched hand and letting her help you to your feet, shaking your head to focus yourself, aware that you could be dragged into another fight at any moment.

“y/n!” You turn around at the sound of Axel’s voice, seeing him pushing people aside to get to you, now free from his battle with Kwon.

“Axel…” you mumble gratefully, approaching him, your steps clumsy as he catches you quickly, his eyes darting around for any further danger to you.

“Are you okay?” Axel asks, holding you at arm's length so he can look you in the eye.

“I’ll be okay when this damn fight is over,” you say, laughing humourlessly, fighting back a wince when Axel’s fingers delicately run over the spot Kwon’s foot had connected with the side of your head. Before you can say anything else, you catch sight of movement behind Axel.

“Axel, look out!” You say quickly, causing Axel to whirl around, keeping himself in between you and his opponent. While Axel fights Kwon, you’re once again dragged into a fight, this time against a member of the West End Warriors. Despite your throbbing head, you held your own and Miguel fought by your side, both of your moves synchronised and calculated as you fend off those trying to attack you.

As you grab the West End Warrior by the gi, ready to shove them away, a pained scream rings out across the room, stopping everyone in their tracks. All eyes fall to the centre of the mat as people begin to gather around.

“Axel…” you mutter, your heart dropping to your stomach as you push your way forward, terrified at what you might see. You push forward, a gasp hitching in your throat when you catch sight of Kwon’s still body, a knife sticking out of his chest and blood pooling around his body on the middle of the mat. You couldn’t help but avert your eyes, feeling sick at the sight before you and in shifting your gaze, you caught sight of Axel. He looked horrified, his eyes fixed on the sight of Kwon’s body with Daniel kneeling alongside him.

The next few minutes were a blur. You were aware of Gunther calling out for the live feed to be cut and gathering everyone’s attention while someone from the Sekai Taikai staff ran off to get an ambulance for Kwon. You heard Gunther telling everyone to grab their belongings and go back to their hotel rooms, stating that the competition was being cancelled and everyone was to be sent home.

At the news, there was an audible gasp and clamouring from the dojos but after Gunther reiterated his point, firmly instructing everyone to leave, people complied. You followed the Miyagi-Do’s back to the locker room, all of you changing back into your street clothes before grabbing your gear and making your way back to the hotel. You noticed that your whole journey through the building, you hadn’t caught sight of Axel the whole time, since you realised Kwon was dead.

“Looking for someone?” Sam asks, sidling up alongside you as you enter the hotel lobby, noticing how your eyes flicked around the room.

“What? No, I’m just… trying to process what happened.” You try to deflect, looking over at Sam as she smiles sympathetically.

“Nothing to do with Axel then?” She queries softly, not missing how you tensed up slightly at the mere mention of your boyfriend.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, trying to act casual as the two of you got into the elevator to head to your hotel room.

“I saw the way he helped you. He didn’t hesitate when he saw you on the floor. Is there something going on between the two of you?” Sam asks, her voice soft as she looks over at you while your grip tightens on the handle of your bag.

“I’ll explain when we’re in our room,” you say quietly as the elevator doors open, allowing you to get off and make your way to your hotel room with Sam in tow. Once the door was closed and you were confident your conversation wouldn’t be overheard, you turned to Sam.

“This stays between us, okay? Dad and Robby can’t know, at least until I’m ready.” You start, pacing anxiously as Sam perches on the end of her bed, her eyes following you as you move.

“I won’t tell a soul,” Sam promises, patting the space beside her to encourage you to sit down, which you do, anxiously fidgeting with your hands.

“Okay, the first day of the competition, when I was getting ready to leave and I saw Axel training with his sensei but… Wolf really doesn’t treat him well. I wanted to step in but I could’ve hurt Axel more by doing that. And later that night I bumped into Axel by the vending machine and we got to talking. I offered him a listening ear if he needed it and we met up in secret quite a few times and I kinda fell for him and clearly he felt the same way because… yeah. We were going to keep it a secret until the competition was over. I didn’t want him getting in trouble with his sensei.” You explain, your heart pounding so loud it was all you hear, terrified of what Sam might say.

“I can understand why you both kept it a secret. The last thing we needed was Johnny trying to pick a fight with Axel over it,” Sam says, making you laugh slightly at the mental image of your dad trying to fight Axel.

“I’m really worried about Axel, Sam. He disappeared after everything that happened with Kwon.” You manage to say as Sam reaches out to squeeze your hand softly, understanding your worry.

“I’m sure he’s okay. A lot happened today,” Sam says assuringly, doing her best to comfort you.

“I was so scared. I heard that cry and I was terrified it was Axel.” You whisper, tears welling in your eyes as you relive the moment you heard Kwon’s cry of pain. At the sight of your tears, Sam tugs you into a hug, holding you close.

“Just breathe, okay? I’m sure you’ll be able to see him before we leave,” Sam says, hugging you tightly as you wrap your arms around her middle, embracing the comfort your best friend gave you. Before you can say anything in response, you hear a clear knock on the door, making you move away from Sam’s embrace.

“Girls? Can I come in?” You hear Daniel ask, making Sam get up from where she was sitting, crossing to the door while you wipe your eyes furiously.

“Come in, Dad,” Sam says, welcoming her dad into the room as he enters, moving to sit down on the bed opposite you as Sam eases herself down alongside you.

“Are you both doing okay?” Daniel starts, glancing between you and Sam as you both nod slightly.

“As good as we can be, I guess.” You shrug, watching as Daniel nods, the movement so small it almost isn’t visible.

“As you know, the Sekai Taikai has been cancelled. We’ve been given an early flight home tomorrow so spend the rest of the day packing and preparing for the flight, okay? We need to be on the coach at five at the latest. Got that?” Daniel instructs as the two of you nod, taking in every instruction he gives you.

“We got it,” Sam says, a smile on her face as she and Daniel get to their feet, hugging briefly.

“I know today probably rattled you guys a little, so if you need someone to talk to, you can always talk to me, Johnny or Chozen. Or you can talk to each other. Just take it easy these next few days, okay?” Daniel says to you both, glancing between you and Sam before exiting your room. After a brief minute, Sam turns to look at you as you move to grab your suitcase.

“I’m going to check in with Miguel. I haven’t had a chance to speak to him since the fight. Do you want to come? Or I can send Robby over to hang out with you?” Sam says, offering different options to you as you shake your head, plastering a small smile on your face.

“No, don’t worry Robby. I’ll be okay. But if you somehow see Axel, could you tell him I’d like to speak with him? I just want to make sure he’s okay,” you say as Sam nods.

“Got it. If I see Axel I’ll send him your way,” Sam says with a joking salute, making you laugh and roll your eyes, briefly distracted from the worry clouding your mind. After Sam leaves the room, you focus on packing your bag, and playing music from your phone as you focus on the task at hand. When you’re halfway done with the packing, you hear the door open and Sam enters the room.

“How’s Miguel?” You ask, glancing over your shoulder as you fold a shirt before tucking it in your suitcase.

“He’s doing okay. I think he’s ready to go home. Same as everyone else.” Sam admits, grabbing her own suitcase to pack.

“Tell me about it. The sooner we’re home the better.” You agree with a nod. The two of you continue to pack while listening to the music coming through your phone. When you’re both packed, you put your suitcases back on the floor and notice the time, exiting your room and heading to the hotel restaurant to grab some dinner.

After you finished eating, you and Sam returned to your hotel room, wanting to get an early night to be ready for the early morning flight you had to catch. The two of you showered and changed into your pyjamas and got into bed, gossiping and scrolling through your phones to wind down after the events of the day and when you began to grow tired, you called it a night, flicking your lights off and settling down to sleep.

Sleep did not come easy for you. Every time you closed your eyes you saw the image of Kwon’s body sprawled out on the mat with the knife protruding from his chest as his lifeless eyes stared up at the ceiling. And when you tried to shake that image away, Kwon was replaced with Axel. After several failed attempts to fall asleep, you sit up in bed, picking up your phone to check the time and biting back an angry sigh when you see 1:42 displayed across your lock screen. Despite knowing it was the opposite of a good idea, you pushed back the covers and tiptoed out of the hotel room after grabbing a hoodie, and your keycard and slipping some shoes on. Your feet guide you to the hotel room you knew Axel occupied. With Terry Silver owning the Iron Dragons, he had splashed out and ensured that each member of the Iron Dragons had their own individual hotel rooms so you knew there was no risk of disturbing anyone else as you lifted your hand to tenderly knock on the door.

“Axel?” You whisper, trying to maintain an acceptable level of volume for a hotel at one o’clock in the morning. You try knocking a couple more times when you’re met with no response.

“What are you doing?” You jump and whirl around at the sound of a voice coming from behind you, shocked to see your brother standing behind you with a raised eyebrow.

“I could ask you the same question.” You fire back, watching Robby carefully.

“You know this is Axel’s room, right?” Robby asks, gesturing to the door behind you as you nod, trying to remain as calm as possible.

“I know. We’ve become friends and I couldn’t sleep after what happened. I wanted to make sure he was okay,” you say, hoping Robby won’t pick up on your nervousness.

“You made friends with the Iron Dragons captain? You never talked about it.” Robby queries, suspicion riddling his tone as he folds his arms across his chest.

“I don’t need to tell you everything, Robby,” you say quickly, wishing your brother wasn’t so pushy.

“You’re right. You don’t need to. But I can tell you that Axel left earlier. All the Iron Dragons did. They must’ve had a late flight,” Robby says, shrugging his shoulders slightly at the explanation, as your eyebrows furrowed.

“They left? And you’re positive you saw them leave?” You ask, watching as Robby nods.

“They had all their gear as they headed out. It’s the only explanation.” Robby elaborates as you curse under your breath, pulling your phone out of your pocket and scrambling to send a text to Axel.

“Okay seriously, is there something going on between you and Axel? You’re acting weird,” Robby asks, concerned as you hit send on the text before looking back up at Robby.

“If I tell you I need you to promise me that you won’t tell Dad or Miguel,” you say, watching as Robby furrows his eyebrows while unfolding his arms.

“I promise. This stays between us,” Robby says softly, holding his pinkie finger out, reminding you of all the times in your childhood when you and Robby had made pinkie promises. You reach out and interlock your pinkie with his, shaking your hands once before unhooking your fingers.

“Axel and I are dating. Obviously, it’s only been a few days but after what happened I’m worried about him and just wanted to make sure he’s okay.” You explain, not missing how Robby’s eyes widened briefly at the news.

“I can’t say I was expecting those to be the words out of your mouth. But if you like him and he likes you I don’t want to get in the way, even if he did kick the crap out of me during our match,” Robby says with a light laugh, getting you to finally loosen up.

“It was really hard watching you both. I wanted both of you to make it to the finals,” you say quietly, wishing Robby could’ve fought someone else in his semi-final match.

“That’s the luck of the draw. I gotta hand it to him, Axel is a machine,” Robby says with a smile, giving you evidence that he held no ill will towards Axel despite the split lip he was now sporting as a result of his fight with Axel.

“I told you why I was out here. Why are you?” You decide to change the subject, curious as to why your brother was also roaming the hotel halls.

“I was checking in on Tory. Just wanted to make sure she was okay,” Robby says with a light shrug.

“And is she okay?” You enquire, knowing that since Tory had been on Cobra Kai, she might’ve taken the loss of Kwon harder than anyone else.

“She says she’s okay. She said she wasn’t really close with Kwon but I still think that was enough to shake anyone,” Robby says, recalling his conversation with Tory.

“She’s tough. And she’s got you by her side. She’ll be okay,” you say assuringly, moving to hug Robby as he holds you back.

“Thank you y/n/n. Axel’s lucky to have you. I’m sure he’ll contact you whenever he’s able to,” Robby says as you nod against his shoulder.

“Thank you, Robby,” you whisper, holding tight to your brother.

“I’ve got your back. Always,” Robby says softly as he squeezes you a little tighter before releasing you.

“We should probably head to bed. We have to be up in a few hours anyway.” Robby then says, glancing at his phone as you nod.

“You’re right. Good night, Robby,” you say with a small smile before making your way back to your room, sneaking in and settling into bed, hoping to catch a couple of hours of sleep.

A few hours later, you were awoken by the sound of your alarm and you pushed the covers back, groaning at the blaring alarm as you flailed to turn it off.

“Rise and shine,” Sam says, sitting up and stretching as you toss a pillow at her.

“Rise and shine my ass it’s four in the morning,” you grumble, sitting up as Sam flicks the light on. You both get up, taking turns to use the bathroom before getting changed and doing one final check to ensure you have everything packed before making your way down to the hotel lobby with your bags and meeting up with the other Miyagi-Do’s and Tory who, since she was the only American student of Cobra Kai, was given the same flight home as you.

It didn’t take long for Daniel, Johnny, and Chozen to make their way to the lobby after you all arrived, and soon you were loaded on a coach to the airport to begin your journey home. As you waited in the airport for the flight, you found yourself constantly checking your phone, hoping that somehow Axel would respond to your text. The flight felt like it took forever, and no amount of in-flight entertainment was able to take your mind off your boyfriend who was now on the other side of the world on a whole other continent.

When you landed, you, Robby, Johnny, and Miguel were greeted by Carmen and Rosa, both of them welcoming you back with hugs as they fussed over the bruises and cuts you were now all sporting as a result of the brawl. And the six of you made your way home to recover from the events of the Sekai Taikai.

This has brought you to now, almost three weeks since the Sekai Taikai. You had been going strong with Axel since you both made it home after he eventually texted you back, messaging when you could and calling whenever your two time zones allowed. You had opened up to your dad, Miguel, Carmen, and Rosa about your relationship with Axel and while Johnny wanted to kick his ass at first, he soon settled down when you explained how happy Axel made you although you could tell he wasn’t a hundred percent on board.

One day, while you were sitting in your room texting Axel, both Robby and Miguel entered your room, grinning as they sat on the end of your bed.

“You guys know what knocking is, right? I could’ve been getting changed for all you know,” you say, raising an eyebrow as you glance at the two.

“You’ve been hiding away so much. Why don’t you come out with us?” Robby asks, laying back on your bed and staring up at the ceiling.

“Are you missing Axel?” Miguel asks teasingly, lightly poking your knee as he waggles his eyebrows, laughing as you roll your eyes. Miguel had been having way too much fun stepping into a brother role when you found out your dad was dating his mom. And now that they were expecting a baby girl, your bond had only grown stronger.

“Look, not all of us have the luxury of getting to see our partners whenever we want. Sam and Tory live in the Valley. Axel lives on a whole other continent,” you say, your attention drifting back to your phone as you hurriedly type out a response to the new text from Axel.

“Surely we could fly him over, right? The Sekai Taikai is cancelled so it’s not like we have training or any reason to say no,” Robby says, propping himself up on his elbows to look over at you.

“I’m sure Dad would have a million and one reasons to say no,” you say, imagining your dad’s reaction to such a suggestion.

“And my mom would have a million and one reasons to say yes. She’s got your back and so do we. And Yaya too,” Miguel says, both he and Robby smiling at you as your gaze flicks between them.

“You’d really help me out with this?” You ask, curious as to whether they had any ulterior motives behind their actions.

“Why wouldn’t we? You’re clearly missing him,” Miguel says as Robby nods.

“And, you helped us to make up after the whole ‘me joining Cobra Kai’ thing,” Robby adds with a slight laugh, all of you remembering how you’d been the one trying to build the bridge between Robby and Miguel after Robby left Cobra Kai.

“Mom and Sensei have just got home from their hospital appointment so I think now is a good time as any to speak to everyone about it,” Miguel says, getting to his feet with Robby following suit, both of them encouraging you to get to your feet and follow them to the living room where Carmen, Rosa, and Johnny were all sitting on the sofa watching tv.

“Hey, you three. Not up to trouble are you?” Carmen asks, a smile on her face as you all smile at her joke.

“Us? Never.” Robby jokes, slinging an arm around yours and Miguel’s shoulders.

“You look like you have a question to ask.” Carmen then says, noting your expressions and glancing between each of you as Robby drops his hands to his sides.

“I’ve been missing Axel a lot the last few weeks and I was thinking of paying for him to fly out here,” you say, fiddling with your hands as you speak, trying to channel your nervous energy into something.

“No.”

“That’s a lovely idea.”

Your dad and Carmen speak in tandem, giving each other shocked looks at the other’s answer to your sentence.

“Johnny, what’s so wrong about her inviting her boyfriend over to visit for a little while?” Carmen asks, watching as Johnny shakes his head.

“Firstly, he’s the one who kicked the crap out of Robby.”

“Dad, that was a fair fight. He’s really-”

“Secondly, his sensei is the steak stealer who kicked the crap out of me and LaRusso.”

“Come on, his sensei’s actions aren’t his.”

The room explodes into heated discussion as Carmen, Robby, and Miguel defend the idea of Axel visiting while Johnny fights his own corner.

“Look where would he even stay?” Johnny says, leaning back against the couch as he opens a beer.

“I’ll pay for him to have a hotel room nearby.” You shrug.

“No, y/n, he can stay here,” Carmen says, looking over at you with a soft smile.

“Okay, he can take my room and I’ll sleep on the couch.” You amend your statement, smiling gratefully at Carmen.

“Sweetie, you’ve got enough room for you and Axel to both share your room. You’re old enough to make these choices for yourself and I know we can trust you both to be responsible.” Carmen says, looking pointedly over at Johnny, almost daring him to challenge her.

“Besides, it would be very hypocritical of us not to let Axel stay when Tory and Sam have spent multiple nights here.” Carmen then adds, watching as Johnny clenches his jaw, sighing before taking a swig of his beer.

“Fine, but if there’s any funny business his ass is out on the street, got it?” Johnny warns, pointing a finger at you as you nod fervently at his words, showing him that you are taking him completely seriously.

“Thank you,” you say, rushing over to hug your dad and Carmen, grateful they were letting you invite your boyfriend over for a few days. After hugging Carmen and Johnny, you rushed back to your room with Miguel and Robby in tow, all three of you grabbing your laptops and sitting on your bed to look at flights as you texted Axel to let him know the news.

After some careful planning between you, Robby, Miguel, and Axel, you were able to book him a flight out to LA, and you couldn’t help the amount of excitement you were feeling at the confirmation that Axel was going to be spending a whole week with you in LA.

On the morning of the day Axel’s flight was due to land after twelve hours in the air, you were practically bouncing off the walls with excitement, counting down the minutes until Axel’s flight landed. But despite your excitement, you knew you needed to lay down some ground rules with your family to make sure Axel felt comfortable during his visit. Carmen had been taking your every word as gospel, making sure both she and Miguel translated the instructions to Rosa so she could better understand what you were saying. However, Johnny was not as engaged in the conversation, sipping from a beer and rolling his eyes.

“Okay, we get it. Don’t mention the asshole sensei.” Your dad says as you fold your arms across your chest. You hadn’t told your family about the abuse Axel had been dealing with at the hands of Wolf because you knew it wasn’t your secret to share. But you didn’t want anyone bringing up Wolf while Axel was visiting and potentially making him uncomfortable.

“Look, Axel is more than the guy on the mat you saw during the Sekai Taikai, just give him a fair shot.” You plead, watching your dad as he nods.

“My warning still stands. If he pisses anyone off he’s out of here.” Johnny warns, pointing at you while you roll your eyes with a light laugh.

“I promise he’ll be on his best behaviour.” You assure, finally getting a smile from your dad as he crosses to you to ruffle your hair, making you swat at his hand with faux irritation as your phone begins to buzz.

“And that’s my cue to head to the airport. Axel’s flight is landing soon so I need to head out. I’ll see you guys in a bit,” you say, grabbing your keys and heading out of the apartment, getting into your car and driving to the correct terminal, finding a place to park and heading to the arrivals area. You tried your best not to constantly check your phone to see if his plane had landed but the urge to check was too strong. And when you finally got the message from Axel saying his plane had landed you couldn’t help but grin at your phone, texting him back that you were waiting in arrivals once he came through. As people slowly started to trickle through the doors, eyes searching for their loved ones as they scanned the group of gathered people, you kept looking for Axel, waiting for the moment he walked into the room. The moment you saw him, you lit up, he was focused on his phone, his expression set as he wheeled his suitcase alongside him.

“Axel!” You call out, getting Axel’s attention as he looks up from his phone, breaking out into a smile as he shoves his phone into his pocket and strides across to you. The moment you came together, Axel immediately gathered you into his arms as your lips met his, neither one of you wanting the moment to end.

“Hi.” Axel breathes as the two of you pull apart, your lips only millimetres apart.

“Hi,” you respond, both of your smiles wide at getting to see each other again.

“I’ve missed you,” Axel mutters, pulling you in for another kiss.

“I missed you too,” you reply after pulling away, your hands playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“Come on. Let’s get you and your stuff back to my place,” you then say, moving to grab Axel’s suitcase as he scoops the two bouquets of flowers off the top of his suitcase, holding them in one hand.

“I got these for you. These ones are for your family.” Axel says, holding one of the bouquets out towards you with a shy smile.

“Axel, you’re so sweet,” you gush, taking the flowers from his outstretched hand and smelling them before reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek in thanks. You then lead Axel to your car, opening the trunk and as you move to lift his suitcase into the trunk, Axel stops you quickly.

“I got it.” He says with a smile, lifting the suitcase effortlessly with one hand and loading it into the trunk and closing the door.

“Alright, show-off,” you tease, handing Axel the bouquet to hold while you get behind the wheel. You drive back to your place, taking the slightly more scenic route to show Axel some sights of LA. Each time you managed to glance at Axel, it took your breath away. The sun caught his skin perfectly, his hair ruffling in the wind that blew through the open window, and the sunglasses he wore framed his face beautifully. Although they concealed his eyes, you could tell they were bright with happiness just from the smile on his face. You couldn’t help but smile at the way Axel’s finger tapped against his thigh as he quietly hummed to the music on the radio while glancing at the sights around him. It was a brief moment in time that made you realise how lucky you were. No one else got to see this side of Axel, and you hoped to show your friends and family that Axel was so much more than the Iron Dragons captain they saw on the mat at the Sekai Taikai.

When you parked the car, you were once again beaten to the trunk by Axel as he handed you your bouquet of flowers with a grin.

“You can carry these.” He says, using his free hand to tuck his sunglasses into his hoodie pocket. As Axel grabs his suitcase handle, slinging his backpack onto his back and picking up the bouquet of flowers he’d bought for your family, you lock your car and once he’s ready, lead him to your apartment, unlocking the door and walking in with a smile.

“Hey everyone, I’m back,” you say, grinning as Axel trails behind you. Everyone’s attention shifts to you as Robby and Miguel rush out from their rooms.

“You must be Axel; we’ve heard so much about you,” Carmen says, rising to her feet and walking over to where you and Axel are standing.

“You must be Carmen, y/n has told me a lot about you. Here, these are for you.” Axel says, holding the other bouquet of flowers out towards Carmen who takes them graciously.

“That’s so sweet, you didn’t need to do that.” Carmen gushes, admiring the flowers as Rosa crosses to you while you hand your bouquet of flowers to Carmen so she could put the beautiful arrangements into vases.

“Axel, this is Rosa. She’s Carmen’s mom.” You introduce Rosa to Axel, smiling as they interact.

“Es muy guapo,” Rosa mutters to you as you nod your head in agreement.

“I know,” you gush, glancing over at Axel and noticing a pink tinge painted across his cheeks.

“Gracias,” Axel replies with a shy smile, making both you and Rosa exchange a shocked look.

“You know Spanish?” Carmen asks.

“I travel a lot for tournaments. It is useful to know the language of the country I am visiting.” Axel says with a shrug, downplaying his statement.

“Axel, you know my brother, Robby. And Miguel,” you say, pointing out Robby and Miguel as they creep closer, smiling at Axel.

“Hey man,” Robby says, holding out his fist for a fist bump which Axel does.

“It’s nice to see you again, this time not as opponents,” Miguel says with a smile, giving Axel a fist bump, too.

“And that’s my dad, Johnny,” you then say, pointing out your dad, watching as he shoots Axel a half-hearted wave from his seat.

“Your father is your sensei?” Axel asks, remembering seeing Johnny at the Sekai Taikai.

“Yeah, he’s one of them,” you say with a light laugh.

“And because of her old man, she’ll know how to kick your ass if you break her heart,” Johnny calls over to you and Axel.

“I wouldn’t do that,” you say quickly, knowing that you could never hurt Axel, even if he broke your heart beyond repair.

“Fine. I’d kick your ass for her.” Johnny then says, pointing directly at Axel who nods.

“I don’t plan on breaking her heart,” Axel says, interlocking your fingers with his as you smile up at him.

“You two are so sweet. I’m so happy for you y/n.” Carmen gushes, crossing to give you a hug, which you accept, mindful of her baby belly.

“Thank you, Carmen,” you whisper gratefully, thankful for her presence in your life. In her relationship with your dad, Carmen quickly became another maternal figure in your life. She never tried to replace your mom, which you appreciated wholeheartedly, but she took you under her wing and cared for you and Robby the way she cared for Miguel.

“You guys have any plans for the rest of the day?” Miguel asks, glancing over at you as you nod.

“We were gonna go to Golf n’ Stuff, hang out there for a while,” you say, explaining the plans you had made with Axel prior to his arrival. You had wanted to go out for a nice dinner date at some point during Axel’s stay, but you figured you’d not do it straight away to allow for Axel to overcome any potential jetlag he might have.

“That sounds fun. Have a good time, guys.” Robby says with a smile.

“Thanks Robby.” You grin, exchanging your secret handshake with Robby before you take Axel’s suitcase and lead him to your room to get him settled in before you head back out again.

“Sorry, this isn’t much,” you say apologetically, tucking Axel’s suitcase aside as you turn to face him.

“It’s perfect,” Axel says, admiring the room. Growing up, he hadn’t had the freedom to decorate a room to his liking. He’d had nothing more than blank walls and a plain bed in his room. He didn’t care about the size of the room because he got to see your personality through the decorations, the small fairy lights that hung above your bed, the pictures of you and your loved ones framed and standing on various desks and shelves. Axel found himself drawn to a picture on your desk. It was one of you and Robby from when you were younger, both of you smiling as you embraced. Axel couldn’t help but feel the corner of his lips twitch up into a small smile as he admired the picture, even years down the line, your smile looked the same.

“I think that’s from our sixth birthday.” You muse softly, moving to stand alongside Axel, regarding the photo with a small smile. It was a time before your mom’s addictions got too bad. She had always tried her best with you and Robby but her addictions had often gotten the better of her, and it had always broken your heart to see her go through all that. You were so unbelievably proud of where she was today after going through rehab and making a better life for herself.

“You were cute,” Axel whispers gently, his gaze fixed on the picture as he speaks.

“Were?” You question teasingly, raising an eyebrow as Axel turns to look at you.

“You still are,” Axel says, his hands moving to rest on your hips as he dips to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“You’re the cute one.” You respond playfully, kissing Axel once again.

“Are you two done? I thought you were heading out?” You both leap apart at the sound of Robby’s voice, seeing him leaning against the doorframe with a raised eyebrow.

“Geez Robby. You couldn’t just walk past?” You ask, glaring at your brother as he chuckles.

“The door was wide open, y/n/n.” Robby retorts.

“I ignore it when you and Tory have a makeout session in the house,” you say with the roll of your eyes, folding your arms across your chest.

“Yeah… but you gave me the perfect opportunity to tease you,” Robby says, shrugging his shoulders unapologetically.

“I’ll get you back at some point,” you say, pointing at Robby as a laugh escapes your lips, accepting the challenge he’s set up.

“Bring it on,” Robby says cockily, eerily reminding you of Johnny.

“It’ll happen when you least expect it. Now, we’re going to head out. I’ll see you later,” you say, taking Axel’s hand and leading him out of the apartment. You both get into the car and you drive to Golf n’ Stuff, excited to show Axel the familiar hang out spot you and your friends often frequented. You paid for you and Axel to have a go around the mini-gold course, playfully competing against each other as you make your way around the course. It was nice to see Axel let loose and have fun. You knew he spent most of his free time training with Sensei Wolf back home. You loved watching Axel celebrate every time he completed one of the courses, he turned to you with the biggest smile as you crossed to him, giving him a kiss in celebration.

After you finished making your way around the courses, you got ice cream and ate it while watching the sun complete its descent and the stars begin to shine in the sky. After finishing your ice cream, you wind your arms around Axel’s middle, shuffling closer into his embrace as you both watch the stars quietly. You remain on the bench for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company until you hear a small yawn slip past Axel’s lips.

“We should head home. You’re probably exhausted,” you say, detangling yourself from Axel’s arms and digging in your pockets for your car keys, making your way to the parking lot and locating your car.

The drive back to the apartment was quiet. You could tell Axel was ready to fall asleep, so you made your way back home as quickly as possible so Axel could get the rest he needed after a long day of travelling.

When you make it back home, you and Axel head straight to your room and take it in turns heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Once you were both ready, you clambered into the bed, and you instantly curled into Axel’s side as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Goodnight ljubav,” Axel whispers, his lips pressing against the top of your head to give you a delicate kiss.

“Goodnight, Axel,” you reply softly, shifting to rest your head on Axel’s chest, allowing your eyes to close as you fall asleep to the sound of Axel’s steady heartbeat.

In the middle of the night, you stir, furrowing your eyebrows as you open your eyes, finding Axel sat upright, his back facing you.

“Axel, are you okay?” You ask quietly, propping yourself up on your elbow as Axel glances over his shoulder to look at you.

“You should be sleeping,” Axel mutters, his gaze never once focusing on you before he turns away again.

“And so should you,” you retort softly, sitting up. When Axel doesn’t react, you move to rest a hand on his shoulder, suddenly gaining his attention as he once again looks over his shoulder at you.

“It’s just jetlag. I’ll get tired soon,” Axel says weakly, his shaky exhale telling you otherwise.

“You sound like something’s shaken you up. Are you sure you’re okay?” You query, moving to sit alongside Axel. The innocence in your voice and the concern written across your face made Axel want to tear down the walls he’d spent years of his life building to protect himself and others from his emotions.

“It’s not anything to do with the Sekai Taikai, is it?” Your question made Axel tense up, giving you the answer.

“I can’t stop thinking of that day,” Axel mutters through gritted teeth, his hands forming fists where they rested on his legs.

“Axel…” you try, your brain scrambling to think of something to say to comfort Axel.

“I didn’t know he had the knife,” Axel whispers, his quiet, weak voice shattering your heart in a way you didn’t think was possible.

“Come here,” you say, moving to sit up against your pillows, gesturing for Axel to lie down alongside you. You bring Axel into your arms as he lies down, settling his head on your stomach as you move to run your hand through his hair. Axel usually kept his hair perfectly styled, but after just a few hours of sleep, it was lying limply against his forehead before you gently brushed it away from his face.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” Axel mumbles, his voice muffled by your shirt as you continue to card your fingers through his hair.

“I know you didn’t. No one blames you for what happened. You didn’t know he had the knife so how could you be to blame?” You whisper, holding Axel as close as humanly possible, wishing you could take the pain away from him.

“I should’ve seen it. I could’ve disarmed him.”

“There was too much going on. I don’t think anyone could’ve seen it. Axel, you are not to blame for what happened to Kwon. It was a freak accident. If anyone’s to blame, it’s the idiot who brought the knife into the brawl. I don’t even know where it came from but some idiot must’ve brought it into the fight for Kwon to get it. But my point is that you can’t be blamed for this. And if anyone treats you differently because of it, they’ll be answering to me,” you say firmly, moving to press a soft kiss to the top of Axel’s head.

“Maybe I am just a monster.” Axel’s small whisper was supposed to be unheard by you, but the silence in your room made his words ring as clearly as a bell in your ears.

“You are not a monster. I don’t care what anyone else says. No one should be calling you a monster or making you feel less than what you are. You’re an amazing person, Axel. Not enough people get to see that, but you’re so important and you shouldn’t let anyone make you feel like you’re nothing, or a monster because that’s not true. You’re my everything,” you say, your words finally getting Axel to look up at you, his eyes glassy with unfallen tears that he refuses to let past their defences.

“Why don’t you try to get some more sleep? If you need me, don’t be afraid to wake me up, okay?” You whisper, continue to smooth Axel’s hair back from his face as he curls closer to you.

“I love you,” Axel says softly as your arms tighten around him ever so slightly.

“I love you too,” you respond, pressing the softest of kisses to the top of Axel’s head as his eyes slowly close.

You remain awake for some time, running your hand through Axel’s hair soothingly as you wait for him to fall asleep. Once his breathing evened out and he had completely relaxed in your embrace, you watched him quietly, admiring how the light coming in through your window framed his face. He looked completely at ease and content, curled up in your arms and that was all you wanted. You wanted Axel to be happy and feel safe. And you were going to protect him with everything you had. It didn’t matter if you were protecting him from people who looked at him the wrong way in the aftermath of the Sekai Taikai, or if you had to protect him from his dreaded Sensei Wolf. Axel was worth everything to you, and you’d move heaven and earth just to keep a smile on his face.

[xoxo-sarah]

I Missed This; Missed You.

My Wife part 5

Part 4 | part 6 (tba)

↝a/n: Short chapter just to get something out for you guys! I finally got around to watching Fear the Walking Dead and I want to write for it so bad. Send in requests!! I've only gotten to the start of season 3.

↝pairing: season1!Daryl Dixon x wife!reader

↝warning: illusion to smut but not detailed, usual TWD stuff, not proofread, kissing, showering together, domestic Daryl, foreshadowing 🫣

↝⎙ 4.10.25

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Daryl Dixon, or any character from The Walking Dead. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

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Jenner led you all through the hall, motion-sensing lights turning on the further you walked and off the further you walked away. Tenson still laid over you all, after what had happened in the cafeteria. Shane dragged behind the rest of you, feeling the distaste and judgment.

“Most of the facility is powered down, including housing, so yall have to make do here. The couches are comfortable, but there are cots in storage if you’d like. There’s a REC room down the hall that you kid’s might enjoy,” He turned, kneeling to Carl and Sophia’s height, “just don’t plug in the video games, okay? Or anything that drains power. The same applies–”

He stood, looking at the group as you all carried packs on your back and bags in your hands. “If you shower, go easy on the hot water.” Jenner turned, walking down another hall.

You stood there, registering what he had said.

Glenn turned around, grinning from ear to ear. “Hot water?”

T-Dog smiled from beside him, “That’s what the man said.”

They laughed in surprise before racing off down the hall.

You turned to Daryl, suddenly becoming aware of all of the caked up grime on your skin. Daryl watched your face as you scrunched your nose in disgust.

Water streamed out of the showerhead, beating down against the shower floor. Daryl turned the knob more, sticking his hand under the stream to feel the temperature.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, watching as steam clouded it. Still, the fluorescent lights highlighted everything. Your lips were pale aside from where the sweet wine had stained the skin. Eyebags dragged from under your eyes, puffing outward. New wrinkles had formed, especially your frown lines.

Sweat, dirt, and blood coated your skin. Hairs stood up every which way while simultaneously having oil caked on each hair- of which were knotted together. Blood still coated your arms and under your fingernails. Daryl’s shirt you had put on was stained with sweat.

“Missed ya.”

Your eyes flickered upward, watching as Daryl stood behind you in the mirror. The water beat hard against the shower in the background.

“Missed all of ya.” He stepped forward, arms rounding on your waist. He pulled the shirt you had fully unbuttoned off, throwing it to the floor. Our worn-out bra was on display. Blood had soaked through your shirt, staining the fabric slightly, from having to drag the bodies to their graves. But you didn’t want to think about that. Not at this moment.

He swiftly unhooked the clasp, letting it fall down your arms. Your fingers moved to untie the string that held your pants up. You stepped out of them, before turning to face Daryl.

He picked your hands up from where they hung by your sides. He undid the make-shift bracelet, gently laying it on the counter, before gripping your wedding ring. It left a visible band on your finger, where dirt couldn’t get.

There was a moment of tenderness and vulnerability between you two.

His rough, calloused hands gently engulfed your jaw, as he stared at you in awe. That look was strictly reserved for you.

Steam fogged up the mirror and shower door.

He leaned forward, thin lips kissing right beside your lips. This was the side of Daryl only reserved only for you. Hell, he didn’t even know he had this side of himself, until you.

Your eyes squeezed shut, voice a soft whisper, “I need a minute.”

Daryl let you pull away, pulling your last undergarment off, before stepping under the water. Warmth immediately flooded over you. Your muscles instantly relaxed. Your hands went to smooth your soaked hair back. You watched the gunk swirl down the drain, before tilting your chin to the roof, water soaking your face.

After a few minutes, the shower door opened, a naked Daryl looking at you. Moving away from under the water, you let him have his turn. He slicked his hair back, water droplets clinging to his lashes as he looked at you.

“How far do you think we’re going to make it?”

Daryl contemplated your question.

“Duh’n matter.” His tongue poked out, swiping the water from his lips.

You slowly nodded, moving to wash your hair.

-

You sat on the edge of the cot that Daryl had pushed to be flush with the couch. He was adamant on you taking the couch since there was only room for one, and him the uncomfortable cot. You eventually gave up trying. There was no point.

Daryl walked into the room, using a towel to dry his hair.

Disregarding the towel, he walked to you. He grabbed the hand you had been biting the fingernails off of subconsciously. He hated how you had that habit, which was hypocritical since he did the same thing.

“What’re ya worried ‘bout. We’re safe here.”

“For how long?”

“Don’t know.” His calloused hands ran up your arm, to the scratch. “Let’s just make the most of the time we do have, yeah?”

He cupped your face, smashing his lips against yours. His lips moved in a liquid motion of need.

You smiled against his lips, following his lead as he pushed you back on the cot. “Missed this.” He hooked one of your legs over his hip, leaving sloppy kisses from your cheek, down your neck, to the valley of your breasts. Your hands roamed his naked top half, over the scars on his back. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades. “Really missed this.”

-

You laid comfortably on your side on the couch, looking down at Daryl. He laid on the cot, facing toward you. His hand laid underneath his scrunched pillow, giving his neck support that he hadn't had at the camp or sleeping in his truck. His lips were parted as he slept, emitting a small snore.

He looked so peaceful.

So oblivious to what the next day would bring.

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The Terror as The Decemberists songs (inspired by @fragglez and @falling-through-a-trapdoor ‘s Daft Punk and Lord Huron ones respectively, done like a week later because I decided to justify myself and that was more difficult than I thought it would be). I don’t have one for every character, I just did the ones that had a song that Spoke to me.

Franklin— Oh No!

Hickey— Culling of the Fold (I could do a mini playlist of Decemberists songs that relate to Hickey to me)

Gibson— Rusalka, Rusalka/Wild Rushes

Irving— Sucker’s Prayer

Crozier— The Harrowed and the Haunted

Jopson— Days of Elaine (Long)

Fitzjames— Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect

Little— Everything is Awful

Blanky— Burial Ground

Tozer— We All Die Young

Silna— Starwatcher

Hartnell Brothers— Leslie Anne Levine

Goodsir— 12/17/12

Stanley— The Tain, Pt. IV

Collins— Your Ghost

Crozier (again)— Eli, the Barrow Boy

And because I don’t have anything better to do with myself, I’m going to justify them all below the cut

1. Franklin— Oh No! “You won’t feel so loose with a noose round your neck when those cold winter winds start to blow” —overall it’s a song about a crime family’s empire falling, likely because of their own hubris, so it’s fitting for Franklin’s own hubris leading to the downfall of the entire expedition. Also, title alone is very Franklin

2. Hickey— Culling of the Fold. “Cut him up, boy / you’d better cut him up, boy / he’s a wicked disgrace and he said it to your face / you’d better cut him up boy.” Song about killing people. Very Hickey. Alternatives for him in my head are: Cavalry Captain, the Rake’s Song

3. Gibson— Rusalka, Rusalka/Wild Rushes. “Oh come, my little darling, do you feel my cool breath? / Do you feel my arms around you so warm and so wet?/ Swept from my feet, she pulled me beneath/ And in the wild rushes, I went to my death” The Rusalka leading the narrator further into the water throughout the song until they drown seems VERY reminiscent of Hickey and Gibson to me, I shan’t lie

4. Irving— Sucker’s Prayer. “I wanna love somebody, but I don’t know how / I been so long lonely and it’s getting me down / I wanna love somebody, but I don’t know how / I wanna throw my body in the river and drown.” Taking the title into account with the lyrics—could be read as him struggling to reconcile his sexuality with his faith.

5. Crozier— The Harrowed and the Haunted. This whole song is just so Crozier to me. Pardon the abundance of lyrics coming up: “So lay out the bowline, / Feather and belay, / You boys haul away / I will roam and I will ramble / ‘Till my heart no longer craves / Our brazen days. // This is what you wanted / I'm harrowed and I'm haunted / Haunted by the light. / Will you be there waiting? / Or is your heartbeat fading? / Fading from the time, / Still miles to go till I arrive.” Just. Crozier, alone, for the rest of his days, haunted by what happened, yearning for the past but not allowing himself peace even when presented with the opportunity to return.

6. Jopson— Days of Elaine (Long). “Always on verge of collapse / Mother would quit and then suffer a lapse from the drink / You would think she was dead” solely for the story about his mom, I’m not gonna lie

7.Fitzjames— Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect. Overall the song is about dreaming to be something you’re not, which is very JFJ-core to me (Alternatively, Joan in Garden but literally only for the part that says “o holy whore androgyne”)

8. Little— Everything is Awful. “What’s that crashing sound? / Follows us around? / That’s the sound of all things good breaking.” Yeah. Little poor overworked guy who’s always around when things go wrong. Someone save him.

9. Blanky— Burial Ground. Happy sounding song about going to a burial ground, reminds me of Blanky willingly going to meet Tuunbaq. “Here, among the fallen leaves / Are we alone the ones that dare to breath? / put your worries down, they’re oh so bravely held / you have carried them so well.” sort of reminds me of when Blanky was telling Crozier that he was going to die because of gangrene. I also debated using Calamity Song and Better Not Wake the Baby for Blanky. Both have Blanky vibes in different ways to me

10. Tozer— We All Die Young. Idk this is mostly just vibes, I’m not gonna lie. I don’t have much evidence for it other than it’s just rock-adjacent

11. Silna— Starwatcher. “there’s a rider on the road / there’s calamity awaiting to unfold / there is poison in the well / there’s the augur of a distant ringing bell / it says hold, hold, hold your ground.” Silna losing her father at the hands of foreigners who do not understand her culture and don’t make any attempt to— but she must remain steadfast and hold her ground.

12. Hartnell Brothers— Leslie Anne Levine “I’ve got no one left to mourn for me / my body lies inside its grave / in a ditch not far away.” Because. When Tom dies, his brother has no one left to mourn for him, and since Tom’s also dead, he also has no one left to mourn for him. It’s just a melancholy song overall and I went with my gut on this one

13. Goodsir— 12/17/12. “And oh my God / what a world you have made here / what a terrible world, what a beautiful world / what a world you have made here” and of course, Goodsir’s “this place is beautiful to me, even now”

14. Stanley— The Tain, Pt. IV. This one’s mostly vibes because it’s kind of creepy and it reminds me a bit of a messed up Carnivale, which, yknow.

15. Collins— Your Ghost. Mostly because I feel like he’s haunted by Orren’s ghost in a way? Collins seeing him in the water was the catalyst for all of his mental health issues. And “And when you take your rest / My weight upon your breast / And should you close your eyes / I'll still materialize / Your ghost, oh your ghost” could be taken as not a literal ghost, but as something weighing you down mentally/emotionally.

16. Crozier— Eli, the Barrow Boy. “Would I could afford to by my love a fine gown / made of gold and silk Arabian thread / but I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground / and still I push my barrow all the day.” This is literally just mostly for the “dead and gone” line but I was thinking… you know… JCR and Crozier… 👀 and I also really just wanted something from Picaresque on here

[thyrinea]

Till - An Alien Stage analysis

Vivinos just dropped the teaser for Round 6. And after watching it a couple of times, I feel like I can finally understand why people were telling that this round is potentially the most emotional one yet. So here are my thought about Till as a character, and what we might expect from him in the upcoming Round. But before you go on and start reading, I want to make two quick disclaimers:

My native language is not english and sometimes I might make some mistakes, and I'm sorry for that. I'll try to make everything as cohesive as possible on this post so we don't have any miscommunication.

In the analysis, there will be a small mention of suicidal thoughts and a whole section on human experiments. If you're uncomfortable with those topics, please don't continue.

If you're ok with everything, thank you for continuing and I hope you have a good read! (Also, if you want to add something please feel free to chat with me! I love to see more theories and takes on everything)

Let's start this analysis from the very beginning, or at least the first event that we know of in regard of Till: his time at the adoption center.

(Timestamp: 00:22 - 00:24 - Teaser)

From what I gathered, this scene was first seen as a sneak peek from Vivinos' patreon and it's most likely one of, if not the very first time both of them - Till and Ivan - has seen each other. As a "troubled" kid, it's dificult to catch the eyes of someone and make them willing to have you, and seeing the discounts placed on his captivity window, we can only assume that he stayed in the adoption center for quite a while now. It's no wonder that Till is watching with awe as Ivan is being escorted away: he probably got adopted and is leaving the establishment to live somewhere else, leaving the rest only to hope to be the next chosen one. We all know that in reality, being adopted by the aliens is not a synonym to having a good life in this scenario. But for a child who has been locked in this tiny room for possibly weeks, still not knowing how society works for them, it's a dream to finally be able to get out and possibly be loved by their adopted "family". So imagine Till finally getting out of this place, after all he went through there - being rejected, seen as an unwanted individual - only to get trapped in an even worse scenario: Being used as a human experiment.

(Timestamp: 00:06, 00:11, 00:16, 00:19 - Teaser)

We can see those images are depicting something that happened after the adoption center because he's older now. We don't know how much time he had to experience those events, but if we go back to Round 2, there are some instances where he is far younger and can be seen with green stickers similar to the ones on his neck shown in the 4th image. Not only that, even on his performance on Round 2, we can see them on display. So there is a chance that he had to deal with all of this for years. Yes, he was not alone during everything, but we don't know what happened to everyone who was in this same scenario. All we know is that the faces seen on the panel during the teaser, was never once seen again.

(Timestamp: 00:19 - Teaser)

It even seems that one has perished in one of the images shown in the teaser. For all we know, everyone but Till might be dead by the time Alien Stage begins for the main cast... And living in fear not knowing if you're going to be the next one to die during an experiment is a really terrifying reality he probably had to face. And yet, during all that, he even had to go to Anakt garden to train to become a singer, and possibly go to Alien stage.

(Timestamp: 00:57 - Round 2)

At least, somewhere around his time on Anakt garden, he found something worth living for: Mizi. She became his beacon of light. We don't know what happened but knowing Mizi's character, she has probably shown him what happiness looks like, maybe became the first one to interact with him and show him he's someone. Not a product, not an experiment, but an individual. And he really wanted to continue having this feeling again. To be happy, just like her, with her. This admiration that flourished from him is most likely what made this crush Till has for her blossom. It's kind of an unhealthy dependancy if we put the spotlight on this relationship, he would even go as far as refuse to escape from everything with ivan - who is shown to be the only other person who interacts with him, that he considers a friend - and have freedom if she's not present. It's as if he doesn't know if he can truly be happy if she's not around. I'll make another analysis on Ivan and Till's relationship on the kindergarden once Round 6 goes live. Trust me, if I start talking about them here, I would literally not shut up and the analysis would have another 1000 words. But for now I really want to emphasize how both are seen as "weirdos", and started talking more because they really only had each other. Despite the differences and the bickering, Till holds Ivan close to him as well.

(Timestamp: 00:19 - Teaser)

And now, We're on Round 6: Where Till has nothing to fight for. His whole life was purely a tragedy - he had seen and experienced some of the worst things that a human could go through in this world, and despite trying his best to fight against all odds, he's back on square one. He's been defeated. Mizi is missing, and in his eyes, possibly dead. And now he is going against his childhood friend, literally the only person he has left, on a battle where he knows and only one will get out alive. I won't be surprised if in the beginning he'll be willing to sacrifice himself for Ivan to win and live. Through the whole teaser, the voice singing in the background is muffled. Till is so out of it that he's not able to realize what's going on, even the shots he's in is in pure black, as if nothing around him matters anymore to him. That is, until the voice in the end gets clearer and we can finally see the stage for the Round. Can't wait to see what we have in store on April 5th. My theory is that this might be a 2 pov video, and later we'll get to know more about Ivan's take on everything. Specially because finally he might be able to make Till see him for once. Who's going to die? I hope no one. But we're talking about Vivinos... We can expect anything on this project. All I know is that I might die if we get some parallel to the meteor shower scene shown in black sorrow.

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Round 1

Note: before voting for the first option please leave a detailed explanation of what Blaseball even is in the notes, cause I have no idea. Also votes for the first option count for Jaylen Hotdogfingers

Propaganda Under The Cut

Jaylen Hotdogfingers:

The greatest came-back-wrong character ever. She's the mayor of Seattle. She's was the best pitcher in the league. She was murdered by an umpire in an act of divine retribution for the fanbase's transgression. The fanbase exploited game mechanics to bring her back to life. Immediately she murdered 12 people. She died again and got revived a second time as part of a team of undead players that killed god. She's a really awful batter. She has, like, 16 songs written about her and they're all really good. I thought about her every single day for a period of six consecutive months. I love her.

I'll be real. I'm an outsider to the Blaseball fandom. I don't understand it. I think they've crowdfunded characters from fictionalized fucked-up Baseball stats and a dream. I love seeing what the fuck they're doing in their eldritch sandbox just so much.

Bruce Wayne (Batman):

he's babygirl your honour! single father of 6 (ish), world's least likable manwhore, he's obsessive and mean and cares a lot and is an asshole

he’s a whore. he’s batman. he’s terrified of bats. he’ll fuck villains he’ll fuck heroes he’ll fuck any consenting adult. he’s a dad. he’s traumatised. he beats the shit out of people. he can do anything with enough prep time. he creeps people out on purpose. he lives and dies by the bit. he is everything to me. truly the character of all time

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Awful Characters 3rd place poll

Propaganda under the cut

AZULA

Azula explicitly considers herself a monster. She says needlessly cruel things to her brother and friends. She kills the show's twelve-year-old protagonist and masterminds the idea of burning down the entire Earth Kingdom to force them to submit to Fire Nation rule. I have absolutely seen people get called abuse apologists for thinking she's a cool character. But she's also a (canonically) mentally ill fourteen-year-old who was raised by her father to see her ability to be weaponized as her only value. Her mother, arguably the only adult in her life who could have had a positive impact, had a strained relationship with her because she was more difficult than her brother, and then disappeared when she was nine. Her uncle, who was her brother's main healthy role model, took absolutely no interest in her. She watched her father belittle her brother for years and eventually throw him away when he failed to meet his expectations, so that was a threat she was always facing. She really had no chance. And she also has moments that suggest she wants some sort of meaningful connection with another person. She lets her brother take credit for killing the Avatar so he can come back from exile, even though it means she'll be bumped back in the order of succession and offers him advice that seems genuine. Her spiral into a mental breakdown starts when her friends betray her. She's just a much more interesting and multifaceted than a lot of the fandom gives her credit for.

XUE YANG

he's evil and kills like hundreds, maybe thousands of people, for like not super good reasons (like killing the person who wronged you as a child? understandable in the setting of the story. killing every single person associated with that person? perhaps a bit overkill baby). tricks a character he's obsessed with into murdering a lot of innocent people including that guy's best friend. that all being said, I love him to death like that's my special little babygirl yeah he commits atrocities but have you considered that maybe he just needs someone to love him? or even that he looked cute while committing the atrocities? but nor fr I was kinda surprised when I got to the fandom stuff and realized that there were people who really hated Xue Yang because I just felt sorry for him and wanted to pat his head or something.

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8.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

this is my spiciest take - howard hamlin was not a nice person, at least for most of the show's run. or well, he was "nice" as in polite, but definitely not "nice" as in kind, gentle, generous, sweet, etc. I think that he was on his way to becoming a genuinely nice person, and I think it can be argued he's the only character in the gilliverse who actually took the good choice road. he had a dark night of the soul where he confronted his worst traits, and instead sprinting towards denial, he made a genuine effort to humble himself and treat other people better. (nacho gets an honorable mention, but lbr - if hector hadn't threatened his dad, nacho would still be out there stabbing people in the back both literally and figuratively.)

so good for him! but i feel like season 6 wiped people's memories about how awful he often was before that - he just took on the guise of being "nice." for example, when kim leaves HHM, howard forgives her student loan debt - what a nice guy! but whatever kim's debt was was probably as much as a rounding error for a multi-million dollar business like theirs. this isn't a gesture that cost him anything. (the actually nice thing for him to do would be to let kim have mesa verde.)

and then it turns out that his "kind" gesture had a nasty stinger hidden in it. after jimmy's trial, howard approaches kim having lunch with kevin and makes a snide remark about doc review.

of course it's understandable that he's angry, given everything that happened. but i think what he was most angry about was kim pointing out the truth on the stand (that he's a nepo baby), so his response was to remind her of her place (always below him, no matter what). she writes him the check because she doesn't want him to be able to hold that over her forever, and he angrily refuses because that would put them on equal standing. the money meant nothing to him but everything to her, and that's the way he'd like to keep it. that's the stinger in the gift - he forgave her debt so he could demand her gratitude, and he's angry that she broke that unspoken bargain by humiliating him in court. in that light, his "gift" doesn't seem so kind after all

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A/N: I've missed writing for Eddie 🥹 hope you enjoy reading! And happy 2nd anniversary to The Batman movie!! Can't believe I fell in love with the film and its characters two solid years ago, and super hyped for the sequel 🖤 A Bruce Wayne/Battinson imagine will be coming soon, so stay tuned!!

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Time period: Riddler Year One, Issue 6 (beginning of The Batman)

He hated it when you were gone this long.

It was okay if he knew where you were, if you were working or out with a couple of friends, someplace he could track you through your phone. Through windows. Through anything. As long as the sun was still out and he knew exactly where you were, could reach you whenever he wanted, he could keep his grip on his mentality, and at least half-focus on his plans and preparations.

But he couldn't do any of that right now. Which led to the inevitable.

Pacing his shabby little apartment that you somehow managed to make a little brighter, tidier, something close to home, closer than he'd ever got before. But now, it was cold and dark and empty, painfully quiet, apart from his uneven, staggering breaths that Edward tried in vain to swallow down.

'Breathe.'

It was a simple job. Too simple. Sneak into the Penguin's rooms at the Iceberg Lounge, plant the bug, slip out again, unnoticed. And you would either be very much unnoticed, blending in perfectly with. there's of the deceptively beautiful girls and boys who danced and flirted and drank at the bars and around round tables and tall, glossy silver poles stretching up into the high ceilings of the club. Or you would be pulled aside by some pervert that thought you were as pretty as Edward himself did, maybe by the Penguin, or that pig Falcone.

He shouldn't have set you. Too risky. Send a follower? No, too complicated; not enough of them yet, everything still growing and finalising, piecing together in a lovely puzzle crafted by his mind. You might well go unnoticed, but if he dared go himself, it would be a horror show.

This was a baadddd idea.

The smooth click and glide of the lock twisting and opening up the heavy front door made him flinch out of his thoughts, murky green eyes jumping to the short hallway with hope and fear in his gaze. The same hope a puppy gets when its owner comes back home, the same fear a madman harbours in a dizzying craze, living off the what-ifs and obsessions their mind feeds them in the darkness.

When he speaks, it's in a rush, words tripping over each other and his voice catching, stumbling forwards to grip onto your shoulders with his soft but firm, trembling grip.

"You were gone too long," Edward insists, his fingers digging into the fabric of your sweater, searching for your warmth and reassurance, his eyes trying to take in every part of your face at once. "Too long... and I was worrying, and I felt sick, and I- you can't do it again, please, please, because-"

"It's alright, Eddie," you cut him short gently in amusement and sympathy, your arms fitting snugly around his neck as you embrace him. You easily fill him shiver at the contact, starving, aching, as he hugs you back with enough force to make you breathless, digging his face in your neck needily with a soft whining sound.

It's almost funny, how desperate and childlike he can be, all big green eyes sparkling with joy and awe at how readily you give your affections to him, his skin bare of any sweet touch from another being in Gotham other than yours. But he doesn't want anyone else's now, anyway. The rest of Gotham can sink into its corruption, and his hope incarnate can dance above the waves.

He gazes up at you in a slight daze, speechless, and you smile at him the way you do, the way that makes him smile back in giddy wonder, his thoughts spinning around and around like a carousel, all bright, pure lights and ethereal tunes.

"I miss you," Edward mumbles, half to himself, his stare wandering to study your eyes, your nose, your lips. "Always."

"I missed you too," you reply earnestly, "but it was worth it. I did what you said."

He blinks at your words, his attention circling back as he looks up into your eyes in curiosity and a sweet, almost innocent light, one that doesn't at all match the moment.

"I bugged his office," you clarify, nodding, "in and out. No one saw my face, and if they did, they won't remember it."

Edward lets out a slow breath, his expression loosening from intrigue and thought to the depths bubbling to the surface, his eyes spiked with venom and his words hushed with a small smirk.

"Oh," he mumbles, before giggling slightly, blinking up at you in pride and unhinged malice. "I love you."

You beam at his words, your fingers stroking down the plump curve. of his cheek, an action that makes him shudder and his breath catch in his throat, his eyes round and adoring.

"I love you too, Ed."

"I- I'll give you everything," he promises, his words rolling into lovestruck rambles between repeating your name, "everything I have. Every... everything."

There's that strange but familiar feral hunger in his eyes, not violent, but full of untethered passion and obsession, of love and lust, of everything he's never experienced before. And now that he is, he wants it all, wants it now, to feel everything at once and lose himself in endless spirals of pleasure and ecstasy that rakes up his spine and makes his voice crack and break-

"I'll never," Edward continues in a whisper, tugging you deeper into his arms, walking back and down onto his couch and pulling you with him, "never let you go. Everything will happen as it should, and I'll be there to get you... again, and again, and again, and again, and-"

You let him keep rambling on, his cheek rubbing against yours and ducking into the hot curve of your neck like a cat, his damp lips skimming your skin mindlessly, hanging onto you with his surprisingly strong grip, even though there's nowhere else to go. Tonight, there's nothing but the Riddler, his arms trapping you inside all that he is.

Black and green screens of computers running code down their displays absently fills the night with an eerie but almost comforting glow, polaroid pictures of his targets, red ink scribbled harshly in question marks and accusations over the glossy print. For you, there's a separate case of shots, most taken with you knowing, across the room in his apartment, with Edward grinning and giggling when you glare at him weakly in amusement and protest at the constant flashes and printing of pictures and mugshots.

No escape. None at all. You're with him for life, because you let him in, and like a virus, he ran through everything that makes you, you, drinking it in and fantasizing up until this very moment. A moment where Edward forgot about the blood he shed and the streams up for his cult following, the big board pinned with pictures and news clippings and rage in the form of black and white. He just clung to you fiercely, inhaled you, to do it all again the next morning, still trembling with the warmth and tremors of raw desire and love.

I am there, but cannot be seen," he whispers in your ear, nuzzling impossibly closer to you, his fingers lacing with yours, "to have me costs you nothing. To be without me costs you everything. What am I?"

You've heard this one before. It was in one of the little notes he left you during your first few meetings with him, and every one of his riddles seemed to have something to do with you, with how he saw you, absolutely angelic with no flaws, no blemishes, gorgeously unharmed by the wicked world of Gotham.

"Hope?" you guess correctly, glancing up at him expectantly, and he giggles again, his fingers tracing over your lips boldly, caught up in the moment and his own wonderful world of puzzles and clues.

"Or," Edward smiles brightly at you, resting his forehead against yours... and answering with your name.

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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 1 part 3

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so babe, hear me out. we could adopt him. just spitballing here (agatha, probably)

bwahhaha fantasy!billy and his death stare, meanwhile real billy is such a polite baby

if you look closely you can tell Joe Locke is fighting for his life holding down laughter in a lot of his scenes with Katrhyn. he has nerves of steel, couldn't be me

(also, billy telling her she has neither the respect of her peers NOR a fulfilling home life? harsh, but fair.) (at least her wife is trying to fix the home life part)

honey, don't go around kicking grumpy little twinks now! perfectly in character. despite her chaotic exterior, rio is a very lawful person. she is literally the laws of nature!

the Ballad plays faintly in the background when Billy mentions the Road

I love when good actors have to pretend to be bad actors. and I also find it interesting that Agatha cast herself as a good guy. does it make her feel better? is she telling herself that all the atrocities were justified, that it was only survival instinct? (like rio said, she's only lying to herself)

I had to look up the painting, it's Macbeth meeting the three witches (thank you Reddit!) So Macbeth (Agatha) and Banquo (Billy) meeting Lilia, Jen and Alice?

how did I miss Billy sitting on the chair Rio was just on?! amazing lens choices here too

Wanda's death makes her cry again. I honestly, honestly believe she feels awful about what she did to her. but guilt will never be enough to redeem her - especially because she tends to run away from it.

Wanda's magic was so strong that it took at least four things to undo the spell: Wanda dying, Rio's intervention, Billy's counterspell, and Agatha's willpower. It was a group effort, Agatha could have never done it alone. And despite her scorched earth tactics, there are still two people in her life, rio and billy, willing to help out in her hour of need

it's naughty tiiiime

I still really love the curls

can I say iconique?

it's like someone's about to die at the end of this

bwahahahahaah and oh my GAWD all the case files and boxes, where did she GET that stuff, did she rob a precinct, did she make them with the power of arts and crafts

you know what I think? being naked here is a power move. she is being very over the top because she's really uncomfortable, she just woke up and she's in those moments when you stop dreaming and have to relearn what's real and what isn't. she is someone used to calculate and scheme and micromanage every aspect of her life and she is not in control right now. what does Agatha do to reclaim control? she puts on a show. to her, being under the spell was way more like being naked, her insecurities and emotions and past were out in the open for everyone to see. being physically naked could never be nearly as distressing, and this is a nakedness she chose, because it tells people nothing about herself, nothing of what she wants to keep secret and protected. she's got the upper hand, not the other way round

you are all cowards and sheep for not saying Wanda's name, says the lady who would rather hide under a dozen magic layers than face her problems

that is so nice that they brought her groceries actually??? and lol those are the flowers in Agatha's crime scene pictures

that little girl is having a great time

FUCK CLOTHES BUT FUCK THESE CLOTHES SPECIFICALLY!!!!

(wait am I allowed to post butt cheeks? what are the rules right now?)

she turns quiet and emo as soon as she's alone

why doesn't she just - kiss the wiwwle bunny. bury her nose in that big fluffly head. even villains need a cuddle sometimes.

sure, bring señor scratchy. so menacing. that'll show them.

poor boy. trapped in a closet with ralph's bluray collection

aaand I really want to get to the next scene so I'll start on it right away, hopefully it'll be ready later tonight

go to part 4

[ducktracy]

SOMETHING ABOUT HOW PORKY LOOKS IN LTC AND TDTEBU LOOKS WEIRD TO ME

LIKE

HIS EYES

THEYRE TOO.. BIG?? DETAILED?? IT'S WEIRD CUZ I LIKE LONG EYED PORKY BUT NOT IN LTC CAN YOU TRY AND ARTICULATE IT FOR ME

AWWWW i love the tall eyes personally!! i think they fit his face volume well, nice slim contrast to his round head to create visual interest

i think it's a Jim Soper thing... and Jim's probably my favorite living artist lol. it is funny comparing the LTC model to the TDTEBU model though, he's adorable in LTC but in revisiting some eps since TDTEBU's release i can't shake some of the "his proportions are too even"-ness of it out. but it also depends on the ep. the eps that Jim does layouts on tend to look the best and most naturalistic, i know this first model was pretty early into production

as for what might be squicking you out though.. hm. it's hard to say, but Porky's design has a lot of golden age "cuteness points" baked in. for the same reason a lot of cartoon babies are drawn with huge foreheads, he has that big ol' forehead that can make him seem cuter and enunciate this sort of round... "fleshy" sounds gross when i say it HAHA but "fleshy" i guess appeal. again, very baby-esque

this Bob McKimson model sheet does a good job of showing that appeal, even if he often seems to give Porky these tiny, beady little eyes that can read as UNappealing... which is perfect for the cynicism and grounded humor of his shorts, where Porky is at some of his most violent and awful (which are some of the shorts i laugh hardest at) HAHA. but it kind of gives off this feeling of him not having properly grown into all of his features yet, and that makes him seem more cute and compact

in my near 6 years of drawing him, this is always something i've STILL been stuck on. i tend to default to the taller eyes because i really love the contrast they give against the roundness of his face--i like big eyes in general, and i admit i'm more won over by that appeal than by "big forehead" appeal... but there is something to having his eyes smaller. it gives a sort of modest and demure appeal that perfectly fits his character. i go back and forth on what i wanna go with him..

i actually just found this pig i'd doodled last year while i was looking for screenshots: this has its own appeal but it feels naked to me!! maybe i needed to angle the eyes forward more. this feels a little uncanny to me. but it has an appeal of its own

i think i'm also biased to the tall eyes because John Carey's my favorite Porky (and in the running for all-time favorite) animator, hugely influential to how i draw Porky and tall(er) eyes are his specialty... just love that contrast of slim and tall against his round, pudgy baby face. it matches his tall, slim ears which is a great balance!! aaaagh! these are so appealing to me personally

actually all my favorite Porky animators usually draw him with tall or huge eyes... Bill Melendez and Rod Scribner have entered the chat. particularly Melendez in terms of the wide eyes (top three)

my god isn't this such a good drawing. Scribner's a frequent culprit for my favorite animated scenes of all time, this being one of them

BUT YEAH! i think a more forehead-forward pig maybe connotes a bit more of a modest, reserved, baby-ish charm which is all perfect for Porky's character. a lot of the wider eyed expressions i used above are certainly for more high octane moments, i can see how it might be weird or off putting too have Too Much Eye on his face... i guess the overlap in shape language is stronger with the wide eyes and wide face. i personally prefer it, or a mix between that and the tall eyes, just because i like a more wide-eyed Porky--it's personally cuter to me and i think there's something to be had with that wide eyed innocence. i very much would love to learn how to effectively capture a more modest appeal with smaller eyes, but i haven't quite figured it out yet...