#but at the same time they are so so fucking Scared of her

[dippingmytoesin]

Jason was a little worried. Maybe a little more than worried. Maybe he was a little nervous.

He opened his door, poking his head out, whipping it around to scan the premier before snatching the bag of groceries he ordered. He slammed his door shut, locking it and pulling a chair back in front of it.

Okay, maybe he was scared. Just a little.

It wasn't his fault- it wasn't him that was scared- it was the pits. The pits were freaking out. He could feel them under his skin every time he tried to go outside. And the pits being scared... made him worry a little bit. Enough to become a hermit, apparently.

He started unpacking his groceries, glancing at his phone. It buzzed on the counter. Then again. And now it was blowing up. He had been ignoring his family mostly, telling them he was fine. They let him be, so his phone blowing up was... odd.

He closed his fridge and turned his attention to the texts he had just received- some from the 'batfam' group chat, some direct messages, and some from... Roy? Huh.

He looked at Roys first, assuming it was a coincidence he texted at the same time. His family could wait. As he read the message, he grew more confused.

Arrow boy: Cant believe you finally did it.

Arrowboy: That was you, right?

Dead girl walking: What are you talking about?

Arrowboy: Wait, that wasn't you? Dude, look at the news!

Jason furrowed his eyebrows, glancing up from his phone in the direction of the living room. What had happened on the news? His phone dinged again. It was from Bruce. Ugh.

Bruce: Jason. We need to talk. Come to the manor, we're having a meeting.

Okay, what was going on? He didn't even bother responding to Bruce, or looking at the group chat. He took his phone with him to the living room, snatching the remote off of the table, and turning the TV on. The news popped up, and his eyes glanced over the headline as the news reporter spoke. Joker... found dead? Surely not...

"After years of tormenting the streets of Gotham, the Joker has been murdered by an unknown person. Was it Batman? A different hero? A police officer? A competing villain? Or was it just a brave civilian who stopped his acts for good? Eye witness says it was a man with a large, strong build, black hair, and blue eyes. Who is this mysterious man? Is he a savior, or a new player in the field of crime/crime fighting?"

Jason had stopped listening, her voice blurring into the background as he looked down at the texts. No way. Someone had... killed the Joker? Who- oh. Wait, his family thought HE did it.

He grabbed his phone and hastily typed out a reply.

Dead girl walking: I didn't do it.

Bruce: We need to talk regardless. Come over.

Dead girl walking: I can't.

Bruce: Yes you can. We can face this together, Jason. You don't have to do this alone.

Jason scoffed. He didn't get it.

Dead girl walking: There's nothing to face. I'm gonna pop open a bottle to celebrate. Don't expect me over.

It wasn't a lie, he was going to drink. But...

He glanced at the front door. His skin tingled. He walked back into the kitchen to get some whine he saved for a special occasion, phone forgotten on his couch.

He couldn't leave his apartment. Not when... something was out there. He did a quick daily patrol of Crime Ally, and that was it. Never farther. He couldn't. It wasn't safe.

He pulled the cork of the bottle off with a pop and poured himself a glass. Fuck that. Fuck Bruce, fuck whatever was scaring the pits, fuck whatever was making him hide like a child.

The Joker died tonight, and by god, he was going to drink. Drink to the fact he was gone and to whatever magnificent bastard killed him. He downed the whole glass in one go, and poured himself another. He was ready to relax for the first time in a month.

~~~~~~~

Jason: There's nothing to face. I'm gonna pop open a bottle to celebrate. I'm not coming over.

Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"He's obviously lying, Father. You can't tell me you actually believe the lies spewing from Todd." Damian sneered. "From the descriptions and clear motive, it's obviously him."

Bruce glanced up at his sons.

"If he killed Joker, he would be bragging about it," Tim said, glancing over to his younger brother.

"He's obviously trying to hide it from Father." Damian retorted. "There's no way you're incompetent as to not see that."

"Hey-!"

"Boys." Bruce's voice cut through the oncoming argument. "Let's wait until the others arrive, so we can all discuss as a group."

Damian huffs and Tim simply nods. "All right, but I'm doing research."

"of course." Bruce stands and faces Alfred. He doesn't say anything as Bruce passes him to go to his office.

~~~~~~~

Don't get Dan wrong; he was... grateful, for this... 'second chance'. He was. He has an apartment in a city that was filled with ectoplasm. There weren't many ghosts here- he had only seen a few. And they were... not the most sapient.

There were heroes here- not like what he was, not like the kid. They didn't fight ghosts, they fought people, or aliens, or monsters. They called them villains. And they were bad people... or aliens or monsters.

He didn't have anyone to protect here, and he didn't want anyone to protect. Instead, he found himself drawn to... crimefighting, he supposed. He needed... something. A new obsession. But it wasn't that simple. So, he found himself walking around at night, looking for trouble and punching anyone who presented themselves.

The most recent volunteer had been a colorful eyesore of a clown. He was pale, and at first, Dan assumed he was a ghost. But he wasn't. He was just loud and obnoxious. It ticked Dan off. But, if he was just annoying Dan would have just left. It would have been difficult, but he would have managed. Fortunately, he had been drugging civilians with some weird green smoke. Or- uh- unfortunately.

Anyway, he had a little bit of a time beating him, especially after he tried to hit him with a crowbar after realizing the smoke didn't work on him. (He wasn't breathing). So, it was simple. He punched the guy, taking out some annoyance and maybe a little frustration. He had intended to kill him, but not so quickly. Maybe he should have pulled his punches a little more. Whatever. He stared at the -now dead- clown.

He wiped his head around at the sound of someone stumbling. He didn't notice how quiet it got. He always left before people could get a good look at him, but glancing around people were staring. The air was thick with smoke, so he couldn't see their faces clearly. Good, that meant they couldn't see his. Then, he heard a woman's voice, apprehensive and hesitant.

"Is... is he dead?" She sounded hopeful.

"...Yes." He said, gruffly. He didn't talk much anymore, it felt weird in his throat.

Then, there was clapping. quickly followed by cheering. It caught him off guard. Sometimes he gets a thanks. Sometimes people cried. This was... new.

"Uh..." He heard crying, laughing, sighing. People were thanking him, and cheering for him. It was. Weird. He didn't know how to feel. And then someone started walking up to him- and he knew what to do then. Run.

He turned invisible and intangible, sinking into the ground. As he was fleeing through the sewers, he heard someone ask who he was. Good- they didn't know.

He retreated back toward his apartment, deciding to not leave for the rest of the night. He didn't know what he did- but it felt big. He didn't want big. He wanted discreet, unknown. He wanted to stay under the radar until clockwork told him he could go back. Back to his original world- or, not his. The kid's world. Back to... what did he have to go back to?

Before he could finish that thought, he halted, skidding in the air somehow. He narrowed his eyes at the air in front of him. It was a haunt. Not his haunt- his haunt was just his apartment, and it was barely a haunt at all. This haunt was... large. And the ectoplasm was... gross. Infected, and polluted. It was the worst he had ever seen. And a haunt meant... a sapient ghost. Ancients. There were other ghosts here. He could... talk to them. Maybe ask them how they stayed hidden? He hadn't heard of any ghosts in the city-

No. He can't. He needs to focus and prove he can go home. home...? Did he even have a home? Stop.

He shook his head, the ghost could just be very powerful. He didn't want to mess with it or its haunt. But if it was sapient...

He grits his teeth. No, no. It doesn't matter. He has a goal; get approval. That's all he needs. Get approval and then leave- keep his presence here insignificant. Don't talk to another ghost. Ghosts are rare here. Just- just let this world forget about him. If he just refrained from killing another mob boss, or whatever that guy was, people would forget about him killing that clown. It would be fine. No one would remember.

~~~

"Everyone will remember the day the Joker's rain of terror came to an end. While it is unfortunate he died before he could be rehabilitated, millions of people and thousands of families in Gotham have been brought closure, and the entire population of Gotham feels safer in their homes. And it's all thanks to a stranger- some courageous man who stepped up to defend himself and others, while his identity is unknown, many wish to send their thanks."

The news switched to a woman, holding a young boy in her arms. A reporter held a microphone up to her. "Its been 2 years since the Joker killed my husband, leaving me and my baby without his support. It was difficult to lose him, he was so kind. So gentle with our son, and excited to see him grown up." The woman was biting her lip, eyes watering. "But he never will. Thank you for bringing me and my son closure."

It switched to another interviewee, this time a teenager. "That ***tard killed my friends. He attacked our school, killing 7 people I knew by name, 2 of my friends, and 20 other kids. Thanks for dragging that monster to hell."

There were many more people after those two. Telling the horror story of how one clown had ruined their lives, had caused them so much grief.

Well, crap.

Dan switched off his TV. Of course, that guy had to be a terrorist.

Maybe he should try talking to that other ghost after all... what's the worst that could happen?

~~~~~~~

Jason stared at his TV, headache quickly fading. Anxiety settled over him- it was familiar now, expected.

He had to patrol, though. So he steeled himself and changed into his gear. He felt a little guilty about not being out as much. He never left the area surrounding Crime Ally- the second he did he felt an overwhelming sense of dread, like he was diving headfirst into no-man's land. So he stayed put and commanded his men from his apartment. He felt like a coward- but it was a better feeling than leaving his territory.

He stopped a few crimes, interrogated a young man selling drugs, checked up on a few people- over all it was a normal patrol. It helped him get his nervous jitters out.

He stood on top of a building, and he felt eyes on him. A shudder ran through him. He spun on his heel, coming helmet to mask with his brother. "Jaybir-"

But before the dickhead could finish, he ran. He wasn't sure why. He didn't want to fight his brother, and he didn't want to leave. Green ate at the sides of his vision as his heart rate picked up. He ran over the rooftops till he could duck down into an ally and hide in a safe house. He was sweating. His hands were shaking- his breathing was rushed. He was... scared. Holy crap.

He had left Dickhead- he had left him alone with the glowing green eyes behind him, he had left him alone with the something.

Shit.

Fanfic Idea: Dan has been placed in the DC world to prove he is no longer a galacticidal maniac and has been very good but he still kills bad people, like this one weird clown fucker that made bad jokes at him and tried to hit him with a crowbar. The Bats think Jason snapped and killed the Joker because all the reports mentioned a hulking muscular tall guy with black hair and blue eyes and a severely bad attitude was seen in the Area of where Jokers badly mangled Corpse was found. Jason has been locking himself away and hasn't been seen or contacted anyone because for some reason the pits seemed to be absolutely terrified of something and he's been living in a constant state of fight or flight instead of rage.

[orionhelluvaranting]

Like creator, like character

Isn't that interesting how every bloody time someone tries to call Stolass' out this frigging owl finds a way to justify himself or shift the blame?

"I would feel bad if I hurt you but we both know I didn't do that!"

"Cheating implies there was a betrayal..."

"I don't look down on you!"

"I didn't leave you, I would never, that wasn't my choice!"

And do you know who does the exact same thing?

Vivziepop by herself! 🌟

"You disapprove me for sexualizing the rapist and preferring to sell merch with him rather than with his victim? C'mon, guys, Val isn't real! He's Karen from 'Mean Girls'! Fiction is an escape!.. You're just pissy your faves didn't get merch!"

"I liked the post calling my haters 'subhumans'? Well, people are just 'exhausted of being attacked for liking a show'. My fans harass critics? It sucks, but my fans are 'scared to talk about liking the show due to the harassment'. So you're no any better!"

"You've found a plothole XYZ, inconsistency in the story, lame jokes or any other flaws of my shows? No, my writing is smart and logical, bc I said so! Learn to read between the lines!"

"You think I have favoritism toward certain characters? No way! Stolass and Blitz are BOTH in the wrong, I'm gonna show this! Millie isn't ignored by the narrative, actually I'm so excited for you to know about her more! Loona doesn't speak a half of the season because... it was easier on the budget. HB has steered more towards a male-led stories. It's intended this way. You're just misunderstand my genius thought process."

"That's not my problem", "I care about SA victims," "Grow up!" etc.

And I'm not even talking about the justifying/problematic tweets she simply liked 💫

This woman always has an excuse. For everything. Just like Stolass does. Honestly I'd rather not speculate about Stolass being Viv's self-insert (as other critics said long before) but that kind of behavior only confirms such statements. It's like they both live by this quote:

Say whatever you want but for me this is the main proof that Stolass will NEVER take responsibility for his own actions. Because it's seems like Vivienne has no clue how to do this either. She doesn't think she could ever be wrong. So she uses the same mentality for Stolass since he's her beloved pet.

And which one of Viv's excuses is your personal favorite? Mine is "We didn't ask anyone to redesign these characters, it's a choice". Sounds like "They should've seen that coming! It's their own fault they're harassed! What did they even expect?" for me. Just fucking brilliant! 😤💢

PS/ I hasn't been monitoring Vivziepop closely enough all the time and maybe I don't see the whole picture, so please correct me if I'm wrong here but... I can't remember a single time this woman admitted her wrongness or apologized sincerely. Ever. I mean, if there's at least one case of Viv making amends or smth it would be nice, even if it prolly won't fix everything.

[itzy-bitsy-spidey]

"Pokemon collection (pt. 7)"

Or "something made a hole in my backyard pt.7"

Shadow The Hedgehog x reader (platonic)

Notes: Happy Valentine's day!! If you're feeling nice leave a comment, they are hugely appreciated!

Part 6

Fainting was a weird sensation. It´s like when you stood up really fast and you get dizzy, except instead of going away the dizzines just makes you fall to the ground and hit your head.

It was the waking up part that was higly confusing. Mainly because the first thing you saw was a yellow-orangey creature.

"AHHHHH" Yeah, probably the whole neighborhood heard you scream.

And then you heard multiple voices at the same time from which what you understod was: "Hey, there´s no need to scream" from what sounded like a child, "You´re not dead!" from an older child, "This one is weird, she is silent and then loud" that sounded like a grown ass adult. And there was also Ozzy barking.

"Okay everybody, move aside, give her some space" Now that voice you did recognize, that was your aunt Maddie.

Only when she sat next to you did you register that you were laying in the couch. How long had it been?

"Hey sweetie" She started as she gently laid her hand on your arm as though you were a scared animal that would run off at any moment. "I´m sorry this all came as a surprise to you, we didn´t mean to..."

"I´M BACK, WHO SCREAMED?" Tom interrupted her as he appeared out of nowhere, or maybe he had come from upstairs, you didn´t know, you were sooo confused.

"What happened? And why is there a blue hedghog here?"

"We were going to tell you, but then you showed up with Shadow and we didn´t want to..." Once again your aunt was interrupted.

"Hi! I´m Sonic! Your super awesome cousin you didn´t know you had" The hedgehog practically screamed on your face.

"I´m sorry, did you just say cousin?" You asked at him, but you didn´t even let him speak as you turned towards your uncle "Is this why you said kids? Are these... things..."

"Rude" Said, well, Sonic, you guessed.

"...Your kids? And you didn´t tell me?" You couldn´t quite tell if you were feeling offended or confused, there was a sort of thightness on your chest, as if you were hugely overlooking a very important detail.

"Why did you not tell me? And why are there so many of them? What, do you collect them like fucking pokemons or something?" Now you did know what you were feeling.

Angry, hot with anger. You could feel it in every vein on your body, your eyes couldn´t focus on anything, until you found a victim, still sitting right at your side.

"I asked you for help! I thought he was dying and you didn´t even think about telling me that you had seen others like him?!" you screamed at your aunt Maddie as you got up from the couch.

"I didn´t know what to do, he is dangerous!" She quipped right back.

"That´s not your call to make, I would have handled it if you had said something" that was probably one of the first times in your life you had disagreed with your aunt.

Shadow wasn´t dangerous. Sure, he was hurt and he didn´t really trust you, but that didn´t make him dangerous.

"HE TRIED TO KILL TOM!"

...

...

"What?"

Your voice had came out so low you weren´t sure the words had actually left your mouth at all.

"He did, that´s why he has a broken arm" Maddie explained as she grabbed your hands on hers.

"But he´s not bad..."

"He has the ability to be..." she stated as if it was an unmistakable truth.

"Maddie that´s enough, we talked about this" Finally Tom approached the two of you, he put his working arm in between you and stared sternly at his wife. Yet she kept looking at you in your eyes.

"But it doesn´t matter anymore, he´s gone" She tried to smile reassuringly.

"What?" Suddenly the hold on your hands felt restrictive "What do you mean? What did you do?!" you ripped your hands of of hers.

"I-I, nothing, I didn´t do nothing, he was gone when I went looking for you" She seemed shocked at your harsh reaction.

Dread filled your entire body, it had drenched you in an awful way, freezing you from head to toes. A sound left your lips, it wasn´t quite a word, more like a strained gasp.

And the you ran.

You didn´t hear your aunt calling for you as you left the house, or the little yellow fox asking "What is going on?", all you could be aware of was the blood pumping through your legs and your heart beating wildly in your chest. There was a ringing in your ears too, that damned type of ringing that appears when the world is too quiet.

The run to your house felt awfully longer than the walk you had taken that morning, and once you finally arrived your brain was working too fast, trying to focus on everything at once.

From afar the house had looked normal, but the door was open, the lock busted. Your heart had left your chest altogether and was then beating on your throat.

You walked in slowly, the speed you had taken on the run dead as you had stepped on the welcome mat. A voice came from the living room, so you went there first.

The wooden floor creaked with every step you took, and anticipation built in your chest. But there was no one there, only the TV on, broadcasting a Mexican novela.

With every second you gained speed as you ran all the way to the bedroom you were staying in, the one Shadow had taken as his own while he healed.

The bed was neatly done and everything was on place, except the window, which was wide open

"SHADOW! SHADOW WERE ARE YOU?!" you screamed through the window, looking for signs of him on the backyard.

Something warm dripped onto your hand, and, as you touched your face trying to figure out were the liquid had came from, you felt traces of tears painting your cheeks.

You kept calling out his name as you searched around the house, your voice growing weaker and more broken as you didn't find him.

Finally you reached the living room once again, and you collapsed on the couch. You tried to hold your hands together so that they wouldn't shake.

A creak sounded from the window behind you; you turned around.

There he was standing, looking straight at your eyes with his usual frown. He exchanged looks with you for a few seconds and when you finally moved he was too confused as to move.

You jumped over the couch and hugged him. The hard floor digged onto your knees and your body felt tired, but he was alright which was what mattered.

"Where where you?" You questioned him.

"A woman came by, I did what you told me, I hid". His frown looked almost concerned then, as if he was worried he had done something wrong.

"Yes, you did well" You laughed and broke the hug, choosing to keep your hands on his shoulders instead "Maybe a little too well".

"I'm..."

"The ultimate life form? Yeah, yeah, I know"

"No, I'm... Sorry, that I worried you" he stared at the ground.

You almost choked on a sob at his words.

"It's okay, I was just worried you were hurt, there's nothing to apologize for sweetie" you explained as you held his face in your hands.

What a twist your life had taken.

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[lovedontjudge535]

“Please please” KK was begging Paige to keep the stray puppy they just found. They were walking back after a Crumbl trip and found it stranded in a box near the woods.

“You know we can’t keep dogs in our places or I would” Paige had fallen in love with the dog at first sight but she needed to be responsible, Genos already on her ass about every single thing. KK had matched the dogs puppy dog eyes and was not making it easy. Of course she caved.

“Fine she can come with but no one can know AND she stays with me.”

“Ok fine but all nighter tonight so I can be with her too” KK knew she had no room to argue as she was just happy the puppy wasn’t going anywhere.

Timeski

Paige and KK snuck the puppy in with no problems. They doordashed the supplies they’d need and had her set up in Paige’s room so she could get settled as soon as possible.

“PAIGE ARE YOU HERE YOU HAVEN'T ANSWERED YOUR PHONE ALL DAY” Paige and KK looked at each other wide eyed. Azzi. How could they have not thought about the girl who spent almost every night in her bed. KK went and locked the bedroom door quickly knowing she’d be walking into the room any second.

“How is that a solution?” Paige sharply whispered to her. “Quick call her and say you need her in your room so she’ll leave” KK blindly reaches for her phone and dials Azzi contact. Once Azzi answers KK freezes and can’t get a word out. Paige tries to mouth words to her to help but it does no good.

“Azzi. Room. Help.”

“What kamorea what’s wrong are you ok, I can call your roommates to help till I get there”

“NO” Paige and KK yelled at the same time. Covering there mouths with there hands in shock. They heard Azzis footsteps getting closer to the door. She tries the doorknob and realizes it’s locked.

“What the fuck is going on” she exclaims “open the door and don’t think I didn’t hear you in there Paige”

KK went and opened the door enough for one eye to look at Azzi. “Heyyyyy girl what’s up” stick to basketball. Azzi shoves open the door pushing KK back. She catches sight of the dog supplies first.

“Explain. Now.” She was now looking at Paige’s back which was facing her. The dog was between her and the wall and Paige was silently praying she’d not bark. Nope.

“Paige Madison I know I didn’t just hear a dog. You have two seconds to turn around.” Growing impatient she grabs Paige’s shoulder to turn her. What she sees warms and breaks her heart. Paige was clutching the puppy like her life depended on it and immediately went in protective mode.

“You can’t take her from me-“ “Paige” “No Azzi she needs me, needs us. Someone left her in a box. Who fucking does that.” “Paige” “ You can’t take her from me I won’t let you. KK attack” KK immediately jumps onto Azzis back. Paige took that time to run out the room with the dog. She then realized that her car keys are in the room, which has now turned into a WWE ring of Azzi trying to get KK off.

Luckily her car was unlocked still and she sat in the car with the dog on her lap. “It’s ok I’m gonna figure this out little lady” the dog excitedly licks Paige’s cheek “you like that name little lady huh, don’t worry that beautiful girl who came is your other mommy. She’s amazing ya know. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I know I disappointed her with keeping you so hopefully she will come around. I have had a bad habit of doing that recently.”

“Shut up.” Is what Paige heard scaring the shit out of her. “Let me in. Now Paige.” Paige immediately unlocks the car and let her climb in. Azzi immediately faced her.

“What are you doing, A DOG?!” “Please don’t yell it freaks Little Lady out. KK and I found her earlier today. I’ve gotten everything for her and she actually has a vet appointment tomorrow. I’ve been so stressed out with the season, she’s actually been a good distraction.” As she says that Little Lady starts licking away the tears Paige didn’t even notice had fallen.

“Well seems like you’ve been handling the whole thing correctly. But paige you know the rule.” Azzi wanted to be upset but seeing them together took any emotions away except for her love for the girl. Paige went to talk but Azzi cut her off “You’ve not disappointed me nor will you ever. KK told me everything and I won’t lie I would’ve done the same thing. Except better” she jokes causing the tension in Paige’s shoulders to deflate.

“So I can keep her”

“We will see what we can do and baby?” Paige nodded for her to continue.

“Don’t ever doubt yourself especially when it comes to us. You have never once been a disappointment and you will never not make me proud. The grace and patience you’ve given me, you need to give yourself some. The only reason I know what love is and what it feels like is because of you. You are the one person that made me risk everything for a future worth having. It's like my life isn't even real to me unless you're there and you're in it and I'm sharing it with you. We are a team and now” laughing a little at the end she added “we are a family”

[callmrmorrow]

mark v cecil debate is way too polarized for what it is

cecil is reacting exactly how he should react. omni-man pretty much deceived them all for 20 years to the point where cecil was actually “hurt” by his betrayal (yes he might’ve known he was lying, but had no clue what he was lying about — was his planet fake, was his government fake, was he here to protect him, was he even really a viltrumite). mark defenders saying “how many times does he have to save the world for cecil to think he’s good” ignore the fact that omni-man saved their world MULTIPLE times over, and still was intent on committing genocide. the inner-ear device is extreme, but so is the threat that mark poses. this guy disappeared to go help his father on a faraway planet, came back with another overpowered kid, and is talking shit about how “it’ll take a long time for anyone to forgive him,” which implies that mark thinks, on some level, his father should be forgiven.

wanting to forgive nolan for everything he did but refusing to forgive any of the murderers that cecil employs is… super hypocritical from mark, and is exactly what he scolds oliver for doing: prioritizing people he knows and cares for over the world at large. objectively, the reanimen (who aren’t even ALIVE, they’re donated corpses) and darkwing 2 will save more people than they hurt. mark is a killer. oliver is a killer. omni-man is a killer. mark has more compassion in his heart for killers that he loves than innocent people that he doesn’t know.

on the other hand, we the audience KNOW mark is a good guy. we know it’s his prerogative to be offended, even scared, at the idea of cecil having that kind of power over him, over ANYONE that he cares about. mark is 18, first and foremost, and he didn’t get much choice in the situation he’s in (though he does have choice in how he reacts to it, which he did badly because of how morally conflicted he is). it really is as simple as mark wanting to be a good person and cecil wanting to save the world. of course cecil sees his heroes as tools! it’s shocking that none of the new GOG understood that earlier. the guy isn’t lying and acting like he cares any more than he does. mark is very caught up in his own situation — reasonably so, it’s a really fucking nasty one — and can’t see things objectively, and has a sort of entitlement to him that is very normal for a guy his age, half-alien or not. it’s shown when he gets pissed at debbie for sharing his identity with paul, as if it isn’t debbie’s prerogative to talk about her kids, as if she hasn’t been through the same shit that he has regarding nolan. it’s shown when he’s berating oliver for ideas that he fostered when he killed angstrom (albeit accidentally), that it’s not okay to kill even if it’s to save others. no wonder oliver was confused — he’s just following his brother’s example.

on that note… why have a no-kill rule and then be anti-rehabilitation? mark won’t kill the bad guys, but he won’t accept cecil using them to save other people. there’s nuance to the situation, i’m sure, but mark’s flying off the handle because he thinks his might is right. it’s obvious from the pilot of the show, where the moment he realizes he has powers, he tells his own mom to “make him” go to bed. mark has always wanted to be like his father, and he’s trying to find a way to be LESS like him now that he knows the truth, and that’s confusing. his path is diverging unexpectedly in so many ways, and of course he’s gonna struggle. he’s holding onto the only stuff he knows for sure, which is that “good guys do not kill. i am a hero, and i don’t work with villains.” when something flies in the face of that, he freaks out, because he’s losing a moral foundation of his that he grew up on.

i would even go as far as to say the fact that they call him “invinciboy” in the news is kind of symbolic of a moral regression, where he’s just going back to what he knows to be true, and sticking to it even if the ideas clash with how the world has to be — because it isn’t all so black and white anymore, and mark has a hard time slotting himself into a world that isn’t clear-cut.

tl;dr cecil’s idea is right, but mark’s reaction is justified not for cecil’s handling of the situation, but due to mark’s difficulties with figuring out who “invincible” is.

[saeist]

"... think you can help me now?"

"how many times do i have to tell you? no"

you grumbled, trying to walk away from nagumo who has been following you all morning. today was valentines day and in jcc, it was just an ordinary day with the exception of handing out chocolate to your crushes— something you'll never do nor receive

nagumo huffs, picking up his pace to catch up with you. when he gets in your way, he holds his hands up in defense when you raise your arm, ready to hit him

"wait! before you hit me.. hear me out first!" he pleads

you give him a look that basically screams 'it better be fuckin' worth it'

nagumo reads your face for a reaction and when the coast was clear, he takes a deep breath before he starts explaining why he needed you to help him

"you're the only one i know who can successfully scare the girls away.. so why not ask you to fake date me just for today!" nagumo chirps, a stupid smile on his face as he babbles on about his current dilemma about receiving 152 chocolates from different girls from different departments

you can feel a vein pop on your forehead as you actually stood there and thought that nagumo may have a serious problem that he needed your help specifically

"who even told you i'd help you? rion? i doubt she did" you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief. there was actually no way in hell that rion told nagumo that you'd help him out of all people for some petty problem of his

"she did actually" nagumo laughs, fishing his phone out of his pocket to show you his messages with rion

[10:21 AM] akao: yeah y/n can totally help you with that [10:23 AM] nagumo: you think so? :00 [10:27 AM] akao: totally. she just told me rn.

you are so going to kill rion

on the corner of nagumo's eye, he spots another wave of girls looking around, probably looking for him

tired from being asked out multiple times today, nagumo may or may not have mentioned to all the girls who have come up to him today that he was seeing someone

some took it lightly and dropped the subject but some were still persistent. even accusing nagumo of lying because they've been watching him all day and they haven't seen him remotely close with his "significant other"

that's where you come in

the same girl who was persistent on asking nagumo out, pops out of no where and walks up to you and nagumo

"is this your girlfriend you were talking about?" the girl raises an eyebrow, looking between you and nagumo. nagumo, who kept his cool despite the girl's abrupt appearance and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you plush against him

"yep" nagumo says, popping the 'p', "this is my girlfriend i told you about"

your eye twitches at the introduction. you haven't even given him your approval of such act. one second he was asking for permission, the next he was already claiming you as his own

what the fuck, nagumo?

the girl notices your demeanour, totally not buying nagumo's bullshit lie one bit

"oh really now? then kiss her if she really is your girlfriend because it's looking like she doesn't like you touching her" the girl says smug, crossing her arms as she basically challenges the nagumo yoichi

without a second thought, nagumo cups your face and smashes your lips together

your eyes widened as you try to process everything, all at once

nagumo gives it like 5 seconds of kissing you deeply that it honestly got you weak in the knees at the absurdity of it. when he pulls away, the girl had already left. leaving you and him alone in the jcc hallway

"oh wow that was easy–"

you cut nagumo off by shoving him against the lockers, your hands on his neck. nagumo whistles lowly and holds his hands out in surrender

"woah. sorry 'bout that. had to take care of that little pesky thing" he reasons, lips curling to a eat shitting green seeing your face was all red

"nagumo, i'm going to fucking kill you" you grit your teeth

nagumo suddenly pulls something out of his back pocket. it was a chocolate bar. he holds it out in front of you like it's some kind of peace offering

"chocolate?"

"NAGUMO!"

"happy valentines day, fake girlfriend"

[1:40 PM] akao: told you she'd help you lol

[1:43 PM] rion <3: tell nagumo one chocolate bar isn't enough for the two of us! [1:44 PM] you: i'm going to kill you. [1:45 PM] rion <3: awwe. happy vday too, bb.

[holylulusworld]

This kiss...

Summary: Bucky kept his distance for as long as he could.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, sneaky Tony

Written for @avengers-assemble-bingo Valentine's Event.

He’s nervous as hell, tugging at the tie he’s wearing only for her.

James Buchanan Barnes faced Red Skull. He faced Hydra. Hell, he faced half of the Avengers.

He defeated enemy after enemy without missing a beat.

Today, he faces his greatest fear. He swallows thickly while trying to remember his speech—no, not a speech, only the words he practiced again and again.

Bucky is nervous, scared, and excited at the same time. He’s worried to fuck his only chance to win you over up.

He stands in front of your building, taking deep breaths. Bucky rubs his hands together, fighting the cold spreading through his body as you step out of the building.

He’s about to walk toward you as a stranger steps out of the building. The man talks to you, laughing at something you said.

“No,” Bucky murmurs to himself. “I waited too long.” His heart squeezes in his chest as he looks your way. He’s about to walk back to his bike when you call his name.

“Buck!” You giggle and cross the street, not even looking left and right to reach him as fast as possible. “I knew you wouldn’t forget our date!”

“Date?” He furrows his brows.

Bucky straightens his tie again as his eyes scan every inch of your body. You look so pretty in your classic 1950s-style polka dot dress with a fitted bodice, cinched waist, and full, flared skirt. You steal his breath when you step closer to place your hand on his chest.

“Yes,” you excitedly say while grabbing his tie to play with it. “Where do we want to go? You didn’t say it when you called me this morning.” You dreamily smile up at Bucky because he finally asked you out.

Bucky swears you are looking so sweet you steal the breath out of his lungs. He just knows he needs to kiss you to test if this is all real.

“Anywhere you want to go,” he softly says. His hands cup your face, and he presses his lips to yours. Gently and slowly at first. Your lips feel soft against his. He moans, and his whole body almost shakes the first time he kisses you.

You gasp against his lips but eagerly kiss him back. Pressing gently against him, you whine. Your hands go to his chest and run through his hair, eager to touch and explore.

Bucky wraps his arms around you, never wanting to let go of you.

You only break the kiss to breathe again, smiling as he lovingly looks at you in his arms.

“So, where do you want to go, Buck?”

"Kiss me again, and I'll tell you," Bucky replies before stealing another kiss.

“Where’s Bucky?” Steve looks around the communal room. He came back from a date and wanted to ask Bucky if he finally found the guts to ask you out.

“On a date,” Tony chews audibly on the leftovers of his Valentine’s dinner. “I hope he gets laid. There’s nothing more annoying than a grumpy old man who needs to get laid.”

“Date?” Steve questions. “Did he finally ask Y/N out?”

Tony shrugs. “Kinda.”

Steve quirks a brow at Tony's response. “What’s that supposed to mean, Tony?”

“Maybe,” Tony says and looks over his shoulder, “I asked Friday to call Y/N and use Buckethead’s voice to ask her out. They shared a kiss and went on a date. Mission accomplished. Another satisfied client.”

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[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

Tommy's introduced as a bigot in season 2 and often shown taking initiative in starting the bullying of Hen and Chim vs. waiting for Gerrard to do something and just not standing up for them. There's even a scene in "Chimney Begins" where no one else is even in the room to overhear and Tommy still chooses to be nasty to Chimney instead of a bare minimum of civil. Even after the "resolution" of the episode and his 'apology' (not for racism, but for making Chim prove himself at work), he's still shown to have spent years not learning his lesson, becuase he goes back to the same behaviors with Hen and Chimnney even mentions that "the Asian guy" still isn't invited out by the team for drinks or BBQ.

Then when it's "addressed" in season 7, we see remarkably little growth from Tommy, where he's blaming "the environment" and Gerrard for his choices and actions as a grown man. And in season 8, we get a healthy dose of misogyny in ageism with how he speaks of Abby, while casually acknowledging he also screwed up her life.

It's not just that he was afraid to stand up against bigotry in the face of an evil boss. He could've taken Eli's route, and just be silent. But no, Tommy is someone who chose to actively participate in workplace bigotry and bullying, and then almost 20 years removed, shrugs it off as everyone else's fault.

let’s not forget his very recent comments about Abby that were reeking of misogyny. Talking about her dating some “himbo” younger than her (as if he wasn’t actively doing the same thing) and admitting he was lying the whole relationship (not just about his sexuality).

Word for word that man said, “Heard she went a little nuts after that” as if her entire world wasn’t flipped upside down with her engagement ending and having to take care of her sick mother. The only tiny bit of understanding he showed was him saying she deserved better, which duh. 

One time when I was five I put a bead in my nose and it went all the way up to the bridge and I had to push down on it from the top until I could get it out because I was scared it would go to my brain and kill me.

That has nothing to do with any of what you said, but I just thought I'd put that out there because you're doing some dumb shit and I wanted you to know we've all done dumb shit. This is a safe space.

Anyway, I don't think you've ever been a closeted queer person who's said and done some at times questionable or outright fucked up things to keep yourself safe from scrutiny.* I grew up seeing people like me getting murdered and heard people explain why it would've been avoidable if they hadn't been so obvious or if they'd just chosen to be normal. I also grew up with a lot of bullies who were only bullying me because it put them in the protected group. It kept them from having people look at whether or not they were actually a good target for bullying. I'm actually friends with a couple of those people now. Not close, but we're cordial and we'll talk when we bump into each other at the store. That has more to do with us being in our thirties and living our own lives. There's a couple who had no excuse whatsoever other than being actual homophobes, I don't talk to them.

I dated in high school, I was engaged but I was 18 so I don't know how much that counts, but then I came out when I was in my early twenties. I knew I wasn't actually interested the entire time I was with those people, either. At first I just thought the relationship wasn't right for me, then I started to realize what was actually going on. I still dated, I still asked someone to marry me because I thought I could be happy with them. I did love and care about them, just not the way you should if you're going to marry them. I also didn't tell anyone I was non-binary until two months ago, even though I figured it out about fifteen years ago. A trans person hiding their identity to protect themselves from danger or rejection is nothing new, but it's kind of a shitty feeling to know you've been lying to every ex you've ever had about something like that. I don't like that feeling, and it's going to take a while for me to shake that. I don't know that I ever will.

So all of that is to say that a character like Tommy is actually kind of important to those of us who also weren't perfect at being queer, especially those of us who grew up during a specific time. I was actually pleasantly surprised that a basic network show would have someone like that, but times they are a-changing. So onto your last point:

Abby Clark is played by a now 57 year old Connie Britton (drop the skincare routine, girl), Lou Ferrigno Jr is 40, and Oliver Stark is 33. When you're an actual grown person, a seven or eight year age difference is kind of nothing. One of you might be a little more ready for things like kids or marriage, but that's not a guarantee. But hearing that your ex started dating a 26 year old when she's about 50, whether or not he knows that she actually pulled Buck's info in a very questionable way (I love that no one going after Tommy ever seems to care about the massive ethical breach from Abby), is kind of...wild. And he presumably heard about this from a mutual friend of some kind, who likely gave him this information colored by their own perception of the situation. This is where critical thinking skills become important. Based on context clues, I can safely guess that Tommy asked someone how Abby was doing or ran into someone who knows her, too, and they said "Hey, did you hear about Abby's new guy?" Otherwise he would've said "I saw that she was dating...." or "She told me she was dating..." So this could've been secondhand bitchiness, it could've been that her behavior was being framed as extremely not okay by someone they knew. We'll never know, the show doesn't have the strongest writing all the time. I'm not touching the thing about her mother, because a very close family member of mine has Alzheimer's, a good friend just lost a parent to it, and I do not want to examine the behavior of a person who's dealing with that or that of the people in their lives.

Could he have said "But I get it, she would've been going through a lot because of her mom and then our breakup"? Yeah. Would it have been nice if they wrote any scenes between Tommy, Hen, and Chimney that bridged the gap between when they weren't close and when they actually celebrated him and his accomplishments when he left the 118 to show why he would be someone Chimney would call on in two major emergencies? Yeah. I think I would've liked to see them talk things out onscreen and to show any apologies. Mostly because it would keep people from dropping an essay in my ask box when I feel like my sinuses and temples are filled with hot needles. I don't actually need to see it other than liking the three of them together, because I figured that they would've shown some hesitation before Chimney would reach out to him or he would've pulled Buck aside to warn him to be careful with Tommy. Or Hen and Karen wouldn't have been so thrilled when they realized what had gone down before Buck and Tommy came into the hospital room. There's a lot of stuff they don't show on this show, but they'd at least make a point to do or not do certain things if a character hated or disliked a character.

*I believe a certain dispatcher even did a whole big speech about this on the very show you apparently watch. I didn't like the Glee part, because I don't like Glee after season one. But the rest of it was good.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

LET IT BLEED AWAY BETWEEN US

(adult) lottie matthews x fem!reader.

she shows up at your door… (inspired by season three episode 2 babyyyyyy I wrote this at 4 fucking in the morning earlier bc I couldn’t sleep enjoy please read to compensate my suffering)

“So,” you start, unsure of how to begin. “How was it?”

Lottie blinks. “The mental institution?”

You were better off not asking.

“It was fine,” she answers in a dull tone. She sits across from where you stand as she occupies your armchair — in your living room, which she has infiltrated and made herself at home in. “It’s been worse.”

She’s told you before, stories of all she has endured. You sit very straight, unsure exactly of how to proceed — it hasn’t been long since you last saw her, but there is a gap between the two of you already, and even in such a short amount of time the two of you have changed. She no longer has her wellness center to lead, you no longer follow her in it. You have been thrusted back into the real world — real dangers accompany it.

“You have a nice place here,” Lottie gestures around your living room. “I’m surprised you could get a hold of it so quickly.”

Your old house you had lived in before moving into the wellness center. You’ve had it on the market for a while, but no one has put in an offer. You don’t tell her that, though — part of you wants her to bear the guilt, think you found some new place in a pinch.

“I had to find somewhere to go,” you say defensively. “While you were detained.”

Her expression sours, she doesn’t like your wording. Neither do you. You don’t enjoy being angry with her, especially after being apart. All you want to do is rush to her, pull her into your arms and let it all bleed away between you, but it was Lottie herself who always showed those who followed her to feel their anger.

Lottie sinks further into her seat, sensing your discontent, crosses one leg over the other and pretends she’s blind to the world. “I missed you.”

You hum in response. Silence lies heavily between you.

“Are you upset with me?”

You don’t respond.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No.”

She sighs. “Then what?”

“You hunted Shauna through the woods. You got shot.”

Lottie stands and makes her way to you. She looks tired above all, but you can’t help but notice a fidgety manner about her — dark eyes always flitting to avert your gaze, hands spinning her rings around and around her fingers. There is a general restlessness to her that you aren’t used to — it’s worrying.

“I understand that you’re frustrated—”

“What if it had been me?” You cross your arms. “Would you have hunted me?”

Lottie scoffs.

“Answer me. Would you have?”

She hesitates. She waits a beat too long before answering. You see the same flightiness. “No.”

You let it drop for now. You don’t want to press her and end up with a different answer. “Did it hurt?”

She’s becoming quite done with this. Her tone is laced with sarcasm, sharp with it. “When I fell from heaven?”

“When you got shot.”

“Yes, it fucking hurt.”

“I want to see.”

Again she sighs, more dramatically this time — but after a moment’s hesitation Lottie pulls off her black jacket. Your eyes find it immediately, though the wound is tiny. It’s already beginning to scar: the small mark of the bullet you remember all too clearly embedded in her skin.

“Are you okay?” Lottie asks.

“Are you?”

She offers you a soft smile — it’s not really an answer, more mournful than anything, but momentarily you have been persuaded to put your anger aside when her hands take yours and again you are home.

“If you ever get shot again, I’m leaving you,” you threaten. It sounded much less surreal to say in your head.

“I don’t plan on it,” Lottie assures you. “Though I didn’t plan on getting shot the first time.”

You beg to differ. It doesn’t matter in any case, what’s done is done. Now you need her in your arms, anger and all, and she needs it too — gently, almost so as not to scare you away into a fit of rage, she kisses you.

You had been silent when she’d told you she missed you, but you had missed her just as desperately. You missed the warmth and security of her beside you as you laid in an empty bed, you missed the novelty of being able to pull her into your arms whenever you wanted and decide it’s where you both would stay for a while. You missed her, in every way, and you were still pissed at her for all she had done to lose you.

Lottie glances around the house when you pull back, trying to determine in her surroundings where the bedroom is. You can see the disapproval etched into her features — this is not her home, this is not the life you have built together.

You can’t, not yet. Too mournful still.

When you pull her back over to the couch, it is a domestic gesture. When you lean against her so that you’re nearly on top of her and gently run a hand through her hair. When her arms wrap around you and you find your gaze trained on the bullet wound and you can’t help but reach out to trace it and know that someday, when the world is less dark and mournful and all of your wounds have scarred, you will kiss it clean of the past.

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[bedouinpoet]

A picture is worth a thousand words

Aaron Hotchner x (photographer) reader

Warning: 18+ only please, SMUT, mentions of torture and murder, emotional trauma.

I hope you all enjoy, may not be my best work but been super sick 🤒 all month and just saw this as a cute idea. Another three part Aaron Hotchner story coming soon my lovelies!

…

You’ve been a PI for over two years and ironically a professional photographer for 5. You got into the detective business by accident really.

5 years before

“Hi! Mrs. Barrows? So sorry for the wait I was just setting up…is Mr Barrows here?” You notice the sadness in her eyes, and the tears you notice swelling in her eyes that made you want to bring her in a hug

“is…is everything alright?”

With that final question her tears ran

“he’s cheating on me”

Oh gosh this is gonna be a domestic “urm did you…is there something I can do?”

She shook her head, her face slightly aged but her beauty never wavering, elegant, fuck her husband, he is missing out.

“Hey ya know what, let me take some pics you’re already dressed and have everything.”

After some persuasion you noticed her confidence building while the session continued and it made your day when her laugh came out at the perfect moment. By the end she received an unexpected text. Apparently her husband was held up at the station (cop). Mhmmm right. Oldest excuse in the book but you keep your mouth shut however apparently your face shows more then you thought

“you don’t believe him?”

you really need to learn to control your facial expressions sometimes

“that’s not my place to say”

“but you think it….i do too I just…I don’t know, we have been married for 26 years I can’t believe it but I also need to know…” like a light bulb in her eyes you could almost read her thought “would you be willing to…if I hired you, would you be willing to…follow him, take pictures…just to see if he is really having an affair I’m willing to pay…”

“like…a PI?” “Please”

….

present day.

Turned out her hubby really was just a cheating ass and you were able to get her the proof she needed to believe it and leave…Thanks to her you found your calling…well second calling as a private detective. And a damn good one you became known as the cold case queen. Solving 15 cold cases in your last two years and assisting the police department in on-going investigations. Yet despite that you never would have expected the FBI to be knocking on your door. Especially in the middle of a photography session with a middle aged couple in a rather riské position.

”ahem..excuse me Miss Y/l/n-“

”y/n will be just fine no last name needed what can I do for you agent?”

“Agent Hotchner of the behaviour analysis Unit, this is Dr Reid and Agent Morgan… we were-um” you look back at a rather flustered Agent Hotchner and you can’t help smirk at the hottest man you’ve ever seen flustered and damn did it turn you on. “You were what agent? It’s alright I can talk and work at the same time Mr and Mrs Auburn don’t mind do you?” They both merely smile and laugh.

He clears his throat “right well we actually are assisting in the investigation of nine murdered woman in the last two years and we’ve been told that you are investigating a murder of a Tabatha Burns she-“

It’s like you can see Mrs Burns like it was yesterday, crying in your arms at the murder of her daughter a year ago, police marked it a cold case but she never stopped looking

”yes I know. It’s my only open case At the moment, her mother hired me a few months ago….you think it’s connected to your nine?”

”yes she fits the victimology and according to her mother the victim..”

“Tabatha….her name is Tabatha, she’s dead doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve her own identity-“

you take a deep breath trying to hold the attitude in, scared that you just offended the skinny one they call Dr Reid. He merely smiles understandably as you notice agent’s eyes looking into your soul, like he’s trying to study you like a book…and you start to wonder how much he can read. Hotchner speaks for Reid

“of course…according to Tabitha’s mother she was running her usual route but never came back”

“yes I went the route to see the most likely places she could have been attacked-“

“and?”

“Well it was during midday so there were others around most of the route but she turns into the woods half way through. Rough ground, and extremely annoying for those of you, like my fine self, who don’t run unless I’m chasing or being chased I was winded barely half way there-“

you notice the model of a man agent Derek laugh and Dr Reid holding in one. But your attention remained on the dark haired stud whose eyes remained serious even as you notice a smirk pulling at his mouth against his better judgement….mmm what I would do for those lips on- you shake off the wetness pooling between your legs as you continue

“anyway you’d need to know the area and be patient, as well as physically fit to keep up with Tabatha, find your way around, AND knock her out and take her to a second location without ever being noticed and not having a single witness…”

You could feast on those impressed looks these agents are giving you and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t boost your ego and confidence. You continued and let them know everything you had…

”thank you Mis- I mean y/n this has been greatly helpful and appreciated, if you can think of anything else or find any more information please give me a personal call here’s my number-“ Hotchner hands you the card and his callused fingers lightly graze against your hand and it feels like a flame in the midst of a blizzard.

His gaze never wavering from you, remaining moments longer as the rest turn away. As he turns away however it’s like you want to stay in Hotchner’s presence a little longer. “Um actually agent Hotchner-“

“please Hotch is fine” you smile at the opportunity to get closer to this man and his warmth…

”thanks…well um Hotch…I wanted to ask…if you do find whoever did this. This unsub you call it? Let me be the one to tell Tabathas mother? She has gone through so much and I’ve made her a promise I will do everything in my power to give her some justice… she deserves to hear it all from a friend….we both know its gonna get uglier before he makes a mistake and you find him and…she doesn’t even know everything he did to Tab…I know its not how things are done in the FBI and protocol and whatever but i’d consider it a huge favour if-“

he grabs your hand and it stops your rambling in your tracks as he gently rubs your hand with his thumb…”I understand….I will call you personally and I’ll make sure to tell the officers”

you smile gratefully and notice his hands remained in yours and your heart beats so loud you could hear it in your ears and you pray he can’t hear it. Little did you know his heart was beating just as hard and his cock twitched as you gave him that pleading look in your eyes wanting to stare at them forever. But Derek pries him away and he desperately wishes everything could stop for a moment so he could have his way.

….

The case went just as you said…a fuck ton uglier before Hotchner and his BAU team found the unsub…a Richard Prine….while he was torturing a young woman that you swear could be Tabatha’s sister. You didn’t even know until Hotch texted you

Aaron ‘the hunk’ Hotchner: We found him. Would you like me to meet you to tell you everything?

Y/N: :( I would prefer you coming over for better reasons ;) but yes you can come to my apartment if that’s alright I’m just doing some work at home.?

you send him your address and within the hour Aaron Hotchner is at your door and damn do you almost swoon at his loosed tie unbuttoned at the top and no suite jacket….but he looks so tired, so worn….its worse then you thought.

“Come in”

You move aside and smell a note of his intoxicating cologne

“please sit…would you like something to drink? Water? Coffee?”

”water’s just fine thanks”

You get both of you some iced water and you sit bracing yourself for whatever he has to say. You dig your feet into the carpet and fidget with the rings on your finger

“his name was Richard Prine ….”

You tried not to throw up as Hotch tells you everything. By the end your head feels like its gonna explode

“fuck….I’m gonna have to tell Tabs mother, how am I gonna tell her-“ you rub your eyes from complete exhaustion and walk to your espresso machine if your gonna do this you need something to keep you going “want one?”

“Sure….when will you go to Mrs Burns?”

his eyes remain on you searching, reading,

“After I chug this down-“

”would…would you like me to go with you? After all I still owe you that photo shoot for sharing all your information you had on the case We can go there straight after and have the night…we leave for Quantico tomorrow afternoon” you almost forgot that you made him agree to a photoshoot before handing your files over. You blush and you gratefully nod and you would hug him right now if it didn’t risk you wanting to jump his bones in the desperate need for a distraction and to think of anything but the terrible trauma that you are about to inflict on an already mourning mother.

“Thanks….I’d appreciate the company”

“Of course. I can drive as well if you’d like?”

“Nah it’s ok I enjoy driving helps clear my head but thanks…shall we?” You quickly grab your red leather jacket and let Hotch pass as you lock your door and put the security code, he stares at the extra security you had placed and you’re surprised to see concern in his eyes…

”I had a couple break ins by some rather angry hubbys who’s wives were none too happy to find out about their many lovers…..and vices”

“ah….they didn’t hurt you did they?” You notice Hotch’s hands clench and you are rather touched by the fact this man already cares that much.

“They tried haha but no usually they didn’t get within two steps near me before they get knocked on their asses” he smiles at that almost challenging look in is eyes and for the life of you you can’t figure out what it means but you want to see how far it can be pushed.

The drive was silent on your way to Mrs Burns as your head turns into a storm of words trying to figure out what you are gonna say, what you should say and what should remain unsaid.

“Just tell her the truth….at the end of the day. She deserves to know and I found with the truth at least they won’t question what happened and they can move forward and try and move on” It was like he could read your very thoughts and his words were a comfort to you. He’s right. That’s all she ever asked of you and you can’t back down now.

…

”the truth is Marge…” you look at Hotch’s eyes and he looks at you with such elegant care and you find comfort lost in his brown caramel eyes.

“The truth is Marge….Tab was killed by a man who needed to feel in power and he took it out on Tab….but the truth is Tabatha was a brave, kind hearted girl and she died protecting another girl, she died being kind and that takes so much strength….thats how you should remember it and her Marge. Don’t give that coward any attention cause he doesn’t deserve it. Tab was a hero and that’s all you need to know” you do everything you can to not to break down as Marge breaks down falling to her knees crying and you fall to your knees next to her and hold her, she grasps onto you for dear life you hug her tight and let her cry. All you wanted to do was cry right by her but you keep your eyes locked on Hotch and his eyes are like a hug to your soul supporting you up and keeping you strong and his smile makes you want to kiss that smile and stay there forever you stay firm.

When Marge’s eyes dry you help her sit and make her a tea before you leave. As you go back into the family room handing her the tea Hotch is holding her hand “you have my most heartfelt condolences Mrs Burns and if there is anything I can do please don’t hesitate to call me” he hands her his card and you hand her her tea before “we should probably head out please try to rest Marge and I’ll come by in a couple days to check up” She gives you one last grateful hug and you both leave. The pain in her eyes and her tears staining your shirt and mind.

The ride back was silent and Hotch respected your need to just sit and think. Even on your way up to your studio he respected it and merely comforted you just by being near. He opened every door for you and let you go first. Once you turned on the lights of the studio you felt a relief in your heart. For a few hours the pain can be subsided and distracted by taking pictures of this painfully sexy dark haired, serious FBI agent. As you stare back you almost laugh out loud seeing this usually composed serious man, stand awkwardly in the middle of the room as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself and you feel your dominant side arise. “You can relax handsome we just taking some pictures not rehearsing in front of a crowd. Can you take your tie off and sit down on the sofa….there is a waiver on the table I’d like you to read and sign before we begin.”

“A waver?”

“Yup…basically just saying that we wont do anything you aren’t comfortable with and if at any point you feel uncomfortable you will tell me immediately and we will stop. I usually take pictures of the sexier or kinkier persuasion, so consent is priority. And if you do decide to share my work you give me the credit and etc.”

he reads through the the contract and you smile….yup he was definitely a lawyer…you can practically see him take apart the entire waiver…you set everything up. You’ve been thinking about taking his pictures, how you want him posed, since you’ve met. You look back to see him sign the waiver. “Perfect….so this is where it gets rather intimate so as I said we wont do anything you aren’t comfortable with. If you can sit here” you point to the chair you had set up, the chair is set backwards so his arms and head will rest on the back, his legs spread.

“Um….how do you want me..”

”just sit on it just how it’s facing me…”

His tie is off but his shirt is still buttoned so you go to him as he’s sitting “may I?” You gesture you hands to his shirt and he swallows hard his eyes slightly dilated. “Of course”

“perfect”

you unbutton his top buttons and you keep your hand longer then nessasry on his chest, you coul feel his heart beating through and for a moment you stay like that Hotchs eyes blow black.. you finally pull yourself away and lightly ruffle his hair. “Perfect now I want you to look down at me maybe have your head leaning against your hand.” He does as you say, naturally and it looks just as hot as you imagined….fuck he’s hot deliciously so…you take a few pictures of him in this position, and the more pictures you take you notice Hotch’s inhibitions slowly break away and his comfort levels increasing. “Ok so this next one is a bit more intimate are you on with it? I wanna go for a dominant becoming submissive sorta vibe?” His confusion evident and adorable, absolutely adorable. You smile and take your camera. you stand up close in front of him…he looks up at you sitting in the chair and fuck, seeing him look up at you with those curious dilated innocent eyes makes you want to kiss him until he begs for breath. Or cuff him to that chair and show him how good he can feel. His breath quickens so you try and remain calm and collected. you step even closer feeling his warmth and his breath on your chest. “You are the type of man who is always dominant, always having to be in control. Sometimes guys like you, need to let go. Let go of control and thoughts and just feel. There is a beauty to it and damn can it feel good.” Your breath quickens as you talk and you can see Hotch’s cheeks flush and heat. He swallows hard and his eyes are almost entirely black, no sign of that caramel, you set your camera….this is exactly how you want him but one more touch…you move your hand faster then you think and your hand is on his throat…’s breath hitches and he almost stops breathing like he couldn’t move “is this okay?” You whisper and he swallows, you feel the action under your hands, his pulse, his warmth, his neck in your hands and you feel the warmth and wetness stick to your panties as he meekly nods you keep your hand there and take a picture after picture. Finally, you put down your camera and before you remove your hand he grabs it to keep your hand on his neck and your grip tightens. You stay there for a moment afraid to move and this whole moment falls apart, you move even closer and your grip tightens just enough to partially block his air ways, you look down and notice his hardening under his slacks and you smirk down at him as he swallows and moves himself into your grasp. You don’t think, you don’t consider you just go for it and within the same second your lips come crashing into his and its like fire to your entire body as his hands move through your hair and pulls so you keep your grip on his neck and make him stand up as your tongue finds its way into his mouth needing to taste him more and you feel his equal desperation…

”give me your belt” you whisper into his mouth and he obeys without restraint, unbuckling his belt and taking it off all in one smooth movement. He hands it to you leaning in, desperate for more kisses but you put your hands on his chest and keep him a step away. He damn near whimpers for the need of your warmth and it turns you on to see this man needing you like you’re his only meal.

“Give me your hands Aaron Hotchner” at the sound of his first name he growls and hands you his hands anything to feel your warmth you keep eye contact and put his hands together and tie them slowly without even having to look…this is like muscle memory for you. Once his hands are tied you can see the length of his impressive hard on trying to rip through his slacks and you take his hands and lead him to the couch. you sit him down and he swallows as you keep his tied hands in yours kissing them slowly and sucking his fingers he growls “fuck y/n please”

“please what Aaron? Tell me what you want agent”

“say my name again”

“tsk tsk tsk don’t you know to say please Agent?” You tease

”fuck…please say my name y/n please”

“mmm Aaron tell me what you want”

he moans just at the sound of his name through your lips and you can feel him trying to grab you with his tied hands but you don’t give him the chance you swiftly move his hands on top of his head and sit on his lap the feeling of his bulge under you, between your legs makes you moan his name as you slowly grind on his lap his eyes rolling back and he almost fights your grip but you tighten your grip on his arms and kiss his neck, biting his neck and nibbling his ears. His moans and growls intoxicating. “Keep your arms up or I get off your lap understand?” He moans and nods “yes” he whispers out of breath. “Yes I understand”

You leg go of his arms and he obeys and keeps his arms up, his gaze never leaving you as you unbuckle his pants and- he hisses at your touch as you pump his bare hard cock “fuck y/n baby fuck yes please fuck” you keep pumping him faster and harder as you grind on his lap and pump, kissing his lips, his tongue attacking yours like a war you don’t want to end. “I said use yours words Aaron what do you want sir? Tell me how you want me” his eyes darken and you can swear he looks at you like prey even as you’re on top of him and he is the one tied up. You are still his prey. “Please….i want to be in you. I need you” you swallow hard at the words as you get off his lap just fast enough to take off your pants and before you can react his tied hands are grabbing you back into him and you don’t even fight it you lift your self up on his lap and at first just put the tip in, fuck this mans impressive even his tip starts to stretch you and you love the needy growls and moans as you tease him further…he smiles as he wipes that smirk from your face by grabbing your shirt and pushing you all the way down his length and you scream out in ecstasy and delicious pain “fuck Aaron!”

“Mmmm” He moans your name over and over as you ride him like a race and you feel your coil almost snap but you keep going you want him to cum first you want to feel his cock twitch and release

“fu-fuck baby I’m -fuck I’m gonna cum” he breathlessly moans into your mouth

“cum Aaron…please cum in me you have full permission” his eyes roll back as you grab his neck and ride him even faster and with his full length inside you he screams your name as you feel his cock twitch inside you and the feeling of his release forces you over the edge and you clench his cock milking every drop of his cum inside you. You stay there breathlessly on his lap just leaning into his forehead “definitely the best photshoot I’ve ever done” you giggle and he laughs “this is my first and definitely the best photshoot I’ve ever been involved in.” You laugh into each other and you start to untie his hands still on his lap….and as you look at him you start to remember one unfortunate fact….this man that just lit your entire body on fire is leaving in the morning and as if he can read your thoughts again he says “if you don’t have any other plans tonight…would you want to spend it together?” You find it adorable as if you could ever say no to such an offer, you smile “of course I would. I thought you’d never ask…and it just so happens I have an appartment on top of this studio….ready and waiting for a night of movies and dinner and a whole lot more of what we just did if I’m lucky” you wink as he laughs and its like music to your ears “sounds incredible” you take his hand and lead him up stairs….you have no idea what will come between the two of you but you are gonna appreciate this night as much as you possibly can and save that smile of his, in your mind forever.

[jumiinx]

napalm ;; vi x reader

cw: pitfighter!vi, established relationship, hurt/comfort?, except it's more angst than comfort sorryyy, vi is nicer in this one i promise, blood mention, smut implied. men and minors dni.

wc: 831

vi had promised to stop fighting.

and yet still, every night, she found herself in the ring once more, letting out her anger on whichever poor fool decided to fight her. 

it would end the same, with her knuckles bloody and a few random bruises decorating her body.

but this time was worse. way worse. 

it was some shimmer-junkie who had fucked her up badly. and it ended with her barely being conscious, and the fight was called off. she could see it in his eyes when he threw punches, the bright, feral pink drug swirling around in his eyes. his blows were sloppy and unfocused, driven by pure strength and instinct. 

her abdomen screamed at her with every step she took as she stumbled through the dingy streets of the undercity. with her hand on the wall, she managed to stumble through the narrow alley, her other hand clutching at her side. 

the stinging pain at her side was nothing in comparison to her dread of seeing the look on your face. you would check her for injuries and kiss the worst bruises. you wouldn’t judge her, but she could see that it was affecting you. 

she couldn’t handle seeing the worry on your face. 

so she had promised you that she would quit the fights, and you agreed. 

but there was something in her that couldn’t stop, no matter how hard she tried. 

the adrenaline after winning was like nothing else. it filled an ache that nothing else could, not even your love.

she felt like she was honoring vander every time she won.

because for every win, it was just a reminder that she couldn’t save her father.

𝜗𝜚

you were up late, pacing around your shared apartment. the only sound was the soft thumping of your feet against the floor.

normally she would be home by now. she was never gone for this long. you couldn’t help but worry, knowing she was most likely in the pit again.

you never went out in the lanes this late, but if she didn’t come back in five minutes then-

you stop, hearing the door open. 

for a moment, all you could hear was her panting. after you walk towards the door, your eyes zone in on the nasty, dark contusion. 

a quiet gasp leaves your lips.

“vi-”

“i know.” she grimaces, before trudging in, leaning against the wall. her knuckles were bloody, a few drops of the crimson liquid still dripping down and landing on the floor.

you immediately go up to her and check the deep wound. “fuck, vi. you promised-” you hiss, your gaze snapping up to meet her powder-blue orbs. 

your eyebrows were scrunched together, but you knew you couldn’t be mad at her for very long.

“i, i got so worried. you scared me.” there was no real bite in your words, you loved her too much for that. she knew that. 

“ah, i’ve had worse, from before we met.” a lie. or maybe not, you couldn’t tell. 

you lean up and rest your forehead against her, savoring the smell, and even sweat of her, while the pink ends of her hair tickle your nose. you wished she would realize how harmful this was for her, and for you.

vi’s voice was full of shame. “i’m-.” she paused, unable to finish, and she knew the rush from fighting was something she would never give up. you knew that. 

and so you help take her jacket off, with your soft hands wrapping bandages around her toned torso. you wince at every pained groan that leaves her lips. you wrap up her hands with white gauze, and the fabric felt like torture as it rubbed against her wounded knuckles. good. maybe she’ll learn.

her arm wraps around your shoulder and you help her lay on the bed. 

“do you need anything for the pain?” you ask softly. always doting on her. you were too sweet, too good for her.

she shook her head, her knuckles now no longer bloody as they rested on their cheap mattress. “just you.” vi looked up at you from where you stood, and suddenly the scary pitfighter of zaun didn’t seem so daunting anymore.

you trace her cheek, and lean down for a kiss. 

it was soft, gentle. everything she wasn’t.

“please, vi.” you murmur against her lips. “i can’t keep watching you do this to yourself.” her scarred upper lip pursed, and she kissed you once more. an apology. she was never good with words.

you lower yourself onto her lap, being mindful of the numerous abrasions. you let her leave light pecks on your neck. each one their own plea for forgiveness. 

you grasp her jaw and you feel her hands wrap around your waist as they pull you closer. 

“show me you’re sorry.” you mumble, already feeling her hands rest on your thighs. 

vi grins.

“mmh…my favorite part.” she chuckles, before pulling you to her lips once more. 

𝜗𝜚

[randomthefox]

Absolutely my favorite cutscene in the entire game. There's so much to MICRO ANALYZE about it! My favorite thing to do ^^

Why Shadow. You look like you've seen a ghost.

The way he looks at her when he recognizes it's her. It's just so perfect. He's in total disbelief. It has been twenty years since ShTH, twenty years since he moved on from all that pain and trauma. And now she's back, staring him in the face. He doesn't know HOW to feel about it.

The way he fucking BACKS AWAY FROM HER when she runs up to hug him! He isn't HAPPY about this reunion, he's SCARED of it. Scared that it's perhaps some kind of trick that he shouldn't trust as really happening. Scared of letting down his emotional barriers and accepting it as a real event, and being hurt by that vulnerability. Scared of losing her all over again. The way they conveyed his emotional state of mind via his expressions and body language is SUPERB.

This could have been SO EASY to fuck up. It would have been so easy for them to have some trite bullshit hokey reunion where Shadow goes "Maria ='D " and tearfully embraces her, oh pinch me this must be a dream! (You know, like what they did in fucking Archie)

Golly, you know, if you were to tell me that the person who wrote this piece of trash garbage stupid idiot comic book was also the same person who wrote Shadow Generations, I would be forced to conclude that you didn't know what the fuck you were talking about. Because it couldn't be more clear that the HACK FRAUD MORON who wrote this stupid comic clearly didn't have anything to do with the creative decisions that went into this video game literally whatsoever at all.

anyway....

"Huh, well, she hasn't tried to stab me yet, so I guess this isn't some kind of Sonic Omens boss fight hallucination..."

You can see Shadow starting to accept that this is really happening at the very least, although his emotions are clearly still very mixed up about it.

Once again, absolutely perfect reaction. The way his pupils fucking dilate at the sight of Gerald. And again he steps back. His feelings are probably very similar to how he reacted upon seeing Maria, but probably some extra emotional conflict thrown in because of the whole "Gerald brainwashed me and tried to turn me into an instrument of revenge to destroy the world" as well. Imagine the last thing your father ever did was try to stab you to death with a knife, and then all of a sudden you were thrown back in time to the first time he ever changed your diapers. It'd probably give you some fucked up internal emotional conflict.

Let's focus on the look on Shadow's face. You can see the gears turning in his head. This threw him for a loop for sure, he doesn't know how to feel. He's disoriented. But then

he locks in.

Shadow ain't no dummy. He's been paying attention to all the levels up until this point. Hell he just ran into Black Doom earlier. Obviously this is some time travel shenanigans. What's great about this is that it's all internalized, this is just his inner monologue. It provides insight into what his thought process is at every other time too. We so rarely are given telepathic insight into the characters internal thoughts like this. Shadow is having this kind of inner problem recognition to problem solving analysis all the time, we just aren't usually privy to it.

He goes from looking at Biblically Accurate Black Doom in the sky, to glancing towards Maria when she starts talking to him, then glancing away from her as he tries to think about how he should respond. He doesn't want to tell the truth just yet. He doesn't want to let on about how he's really feeling. Perhaps he's trying to think back about what he was like back when living on the ARK, and get back into that kind of personality? Or perhaps he doesn't particularly care, and has just shifted into Mission Mode moreso than anything else.

Hehe, I love his little gestures. "I'm fine. *waves his hands around like a power ranger* we'll ALL be FINE!" He's so animated. You can really tell how much he's off his game because of this encounter. I'm inclined to think he's trying too hard and laying it on too thick because he's putting on a bit of a performance right here for Maria's sake. Which is why Gerald is able to get a hunch that maybe this isn't HIS Shadow after all.

Best cutscene in the game, I fucking love it.

[mariyekos]

I've never done one of these before, but I figured why not give it a try! I wanted to cover a variety of fandoms for this, so I limited myself to 2 fics for each. The list is ordered by the date I bookmarked them, not by favorite. Links and summaries below the cut!

Heart Weather by bleachbleachbleach (kalliel) - Bleach

Living to see the end of a war is not the same as surviving it. In the wake of the Thousand-Year Blood War, the cosmic fabric of Soul Society has been fundamentally altered--and when Hitsugaya gets put in charge of managing the weather, it seems the prognosis can only get worse. Meanwhile, the consequences of his battle with Gerard are starting to catch up with him; and as the body count ticks up ever higher, the tolls of war are going to catch up to everyone. No body can contain all this grief.

Lead Me into Life Renewed by EclipseMage - Devil May Cry

Mundus made Trish for one purpose and that's to get back at Sparda and his bloodkin. Dante was only the cap of her project plan since they already had Vergil, and making Nelo Angelo was no easy matter.

Snatches of the past by WhiteBeakedRaven - Devil May Cry

A sharp taste, dripping with the essence of magic, suddenly blossomed in Vergil's space. Quicker than one could blink, the pen was switched out for the Yamato, Vergil changing his position to that of a crouched ready stance in one fluid motion. His sharp gaze was immediately drawn to the demonic presence he could feel, spotting the form of a person not too far from him. They were crouched as well. Two pairs of eyes of the same shade of blue met in the dim darkness. Recognition flared to life in both of them. “It’s you…” ----- Or, the five times Vergil met a misplaced man. And the one time Dante didn't recognize him.

ten piedad by aquilaofarkham - Castlevania (Cartoon)

“So you felt validated when Hell opened up and nearly swallowed this country whole.” The priest’s grip on his composure begins to loosen. “Never. Why would I feel validation or satisfaction in the suffering of others? To see those… things terrorize innocents?” The stranger lowers his head, face obscured behind locks of golden hair. Too beautiful for one who makes bold accusations. “Not all of them were innocent.”

eclosion by AayriSolassa - Final Fantasy XIV

Aymeric’s face turns white. ‘I had heard… stories but I always thought they were hearsay. Tales to scare children.’ Estinien laughs weakly, because he’s seen twenty seven summers and he’s fucking terrified. Aymeric’s jaw sets. ‘Well. ‘Tis a good thing I don’t scare so easily.' (or: the ritual of choosing the vessel for the new Azure Dragoon is all fun and games until wings burst from your back and aeons-old monsters speak from your lips)

Respite by u_andcloud - Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War

In the spaces between battles, where his life's purpose can't guide his every action, Finn finds himself keeping unexpected company.

Will There be Birds by Aloice - Final Fantasy XIII Series

He thinks he’s mourning her a little better than he mourned his childhood. (a collection of snippets, XIII-2 and LR, Hope POV)

give me the bones of what you believe by Dawn_Blossom - Fire Emblem: Awakening

It doesn't take a sword and a shield to end a god. Grima is Robin, and he is Chrom's tactician.

Take Heart by ScribeOfRhapsody - Final Fantasy XV

Wake up, try, fail, die, repeat. Will he ever be free of this hell? Will he ever be able to keep all of them alive until the end? (M rating for darker themes, nothing more.)

tu fui, ego eris by vanitaslaughing - Final Fantasy XV

Ignis would do anything to change the fate he foresaw. Even if it means joining hands with a man he hates. Even if it means betraying those he holds dear. Even if it means tormenting them under the guise of being loyal to the Accursed. He can turn the tide if he just stays close to the man. Night falls. Noctis stays.

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[binomech]

I keep thinking about the simplicity and kindness with which Severance treats grief, and death. That you can express your pain in a million different ways but ultimately, what it always amounts to is: This person was alive, and I loved them, and now they aren't, and I still love them.

There's a few quotes from the show under the cut. There's not much else to this post, just like there isn't much else to someone you love dying. It hurts, and you miss them. It will always hurt a little bit, and that's okay. That's what remembering does.

Ms. Casey about Mark Scout:

Your outie can parallel park in less than 20 seconds. Your outie can roller-skate with grace. Your outie pays all of his gas and electric bills within three business days. Your outie listens to music while shaving, but not while showering. Your outie prefers two scoops of ice cream in a serving, but they must be the same flavor. Your outie once captured a butterfly.

Mark Scout about Gemma:

My wife was extraordinary. My wife was allergic to nutmeg. And when she sneezed, she always sneezed twice. My wife liked other people's dogs. My wife thought cardigans looked ridiculous. I loved all these things about her... Equally.

Dylan and Irving about Burt:

Irving: The last time I was happy was when all I knew was MDR. When I was good at my job and not trying to be happy. I'm going to leave, Dylan. Dylan: It is not leaving. So stop fucking calling it that. I know, you want... I know... Just fucking try. Irving: You're a good friend, Dylan. (...) I wanted you to know before I left. Dylan: Okay. Well, you're not. You... No. Stop it. Stop it. Listen to me. Look, I'm sorry that outie Burt has a hot husband or whatever. But he is not the point. Innie Burt is the guy you fell for, and I know because I encouraged the courtship. Irving: I... I want it to be over. I want the pain to be over. If he's gone and I'm gone... Dylan: Stop saying that. Irving: ...then somehow, we'll be together. Dylan: He wouldn't want that. Irving: How do you know? Dylan: Because I don't want that. Because I would be sad, and I would be less productive, and I'm really good at what I do here, whatever it is. And you're part of what makes me good at it. So please, do not go. Irving: Dylan... I'm your favorite perk. Dylan: Don't bring them into this. All I'm saying is, if Burt was still here, he would be telling you to stick around and figure out what the fuck this is.

Felicia and Irving about Burt:

Irving: I can't... My God, he was... he was fearless! Felicia: I worked with Burt for six years. And I only ever saw him scared of one thing: He spent two hours on his hair the first time he went to visit you. Irving: Really? I should... I should show you something. I'd draw [one portrait of him] every day I couldn't see him. My numbers went down, but I didn't even care.

Dylan about Irving:

It's hard to pinpoint a favorite Irving story. For the least fun guy in the world, he was really fun. He put the "dick" in contradiction. One time, he was pissed at me for watering down the toner, so he put toner in my water cup. He stopped me before I drank it, though. He just wanted to make a point, not harm me physically. But I did accidentally take a sip of it later, 'cause I forgot he said that. He asked me for help with something near the end, and I didn't listen. And in his final moments, he would have been totally justified in telling me to suck my own fuck. But he didn't. He was awesome, and I miss him.

[aviradasa]

I love your writings dude! Sm! Seeing some laddie hcs from you would be sick! You don’t see much of him from the movie, nor the book even if it adds a little bit more. I feel like they focus on star more. Maybe his dynamic with the boys and stuff? How was he found? Who is he closest with, probably Dwayne and Paul tbh. Also do you think he knows he’s a half vampire? I feel like he would be more scared of David and Marko, mostly David. What does he like to do for fun since he literally lives under a rock. Does he have the same music taste as the boys, can he watch films, can he read and what does he like to read? Also does he have any friends or is he just with Star and the boys all the time. I feel like that would be no because maybe parents o the boardwalk wouldn’t want their children around the boys. I have these kinds of thoughts all the time, about the boys and Star too but with the hcs and fics I can read I feel like I can piece them together better than laddie considering there’s little writing about him. (A funny thing too, would the boys try to not cuss around laddie? I feel like Paul would do it on purpose so Star would get mad or something)

Omg I have been waiting to do these for so long. It won't let me post the long version on here though so I'm gonna make an A03 account.

General laddie hcs

I HC Laddie as the star's younger brother, and when she got involved with the boys at first, she was having a good time. Then something happened to their parents and Laddie was going to be put into the system which Star didn't want to happen so she wanted to leave and David wouldn't let her so she made a deal with him to take Laddie so that she would stay Laddie is indeed closest to Dwayne because he and Laddie have similar personalities. Laddie is kinda quiet and pretty shy for a kid his age and Dwayne Remembers that when he was that age he was very similar. Laddie also likes Paul a lot cause Paul has a little bit of a soft spot for kids and he's the one that spoils Laddie. if Laddie sees something on the boardwalk, and he wants it. He's going to Paul cause he knows Paul will make it happen even if Star or Dwayne say no. Dwayne kinda helps Star raise Laddie cause he saw her struggling with him at first and decided to help. They are basically besties who share a kid. Now, laddie mostly Avoids David because after David took (kidnapped) him, laddie became attached to him at the hip. After all, he was just grateful to be with his sister again. But David was not having it. He wasn't trying to be an ass he just didn't want to get attached to the kid Cause he knew that with the life they lived he may not survive and he just didn't want that on his conscious so he pushed him away. Now Marko kinda freaks Laddie out a bit because Marko can be a bit..unstable. Marko Can have these really drastic and really sudden mood swings, It doesn't help that Marko will lowkey be really good with Laddie for a little bit, like showing him artwork, helping fix His stuff to suddenly just freaking the fuck out whenever Laddie comes up to him so he just Avoids marko. Laddie absolutely loves playing games with the boys and star.his favorites are physical/board games due to the cave not having electricity. He LOVES hide and seek.His all-time favorite. Some nights star will help him convince the other boys to all go outside to play with him. Another favorite of laddies is tag.But he doesn't like playing with the boys cause they are a lot faster than he is, But he does play with Star,and when Max allows it, he loves playing tag with Thorn. He also likes going To maxs house cause he can watch Scooby doo.It's his favorite show He also absolutely loves watching Jem and the holograms As well! laddie also likes to make up his own games.However, some of his games start to worry Star because they are a bit violent, and it makes her wonder if some of the things he's hearing may be influencing him wrong. Especially when Laddie ran up to her with a ripped-up teddy bear and asked her if she thought the Bear learned its lesson yet. She snatched that bear so quick- and then she had a long ass talk with him about no more torturing teddies When asked why he did it, and all Laddie said was that “he didn't like how it talked to his friends.” She thought that was weird cause Laddie didn't have any human friends. It's not that he's not allowed to have them but he just doesn't try to make them. After that whole deal though, star and dwayne Were talking and decided that everyone should start watching what they say around the kid Cause it's clearly fucking with him. Laddie Hates the censorship. He's at that age where hes in the “I'm not a little kid anymore” stage. He just wants to be part of the gang. So he goes to eavesdropping. He hears a lot of stuff he shouldn't, and it's also how he ends up learning he's a half-vampire. Laddie honestly didn't know what an actual vampire was. He had only heard the dumbed-down kid story versions of vampires but he was still scared. The boys also influence Laddie's music taste a lot. He loves all kinds of rock/metal cause of Them.they are his biggest role models so what they like. Laddie likes. Music, style, hobbies, if they like it, so does he. After learning the boys are vampires though all laddie wants is to be one which really makes it hard for star to resist giving into the pressure.

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Things I DID Like About The One Piece Live Action

So, I’ve been getting a lot of hate for my most recent post about how I PERSONALLY didn’t like how they writ Sanji, and a lot of people are saying I hated it when I never said that like once.

SO since I “hate” it so much why don’t I tell y’all stuff I DO like so hopefully I stop getting yelled at and called a hater when I’m really not.

Let’s get started!

Inaki Godoy as Monkey D. Luffy

In only the nicest way possible, Inaki as Luffy has the same cutie patootie wide eyed idiot vibes as the original Luffy himself. “Idiot” being in quotation because he’s just goofy, Luffy is definitely one of the most emotionally intelligent characters in One Piece.

I love his wide eyed “IM SO EXCITED TO BE HERE” mentality until shit hits the fan and he gets serious when it comes to those close to him/his friends.

There isn’t a lot to say other than I did enjoy his performance as Luffy, and I’m excited to see more from him as an actor.

On that note as well check out The Imperfects, I liked that and it has out cutie Inaki.

Mackenyu as Roronoa Zoro

A complaint I personally see is “he’s too serious”… have they SEEN the first couple of episodes or chapters of one piece? Yes, Zoro is goofy later on but he’s also serious, more importantly he’s serious in the beginning. Zoro was always serious, but he’s goofy depending who he’s with.

He’s not serious, per say, he’s closed off, much like another character I’ll talk about later. In the live action they removed Zoros two bounty hunter friends to assumably make Zoro more of a lone wolf and I like that, it show how much Kuinas death really effected him and his will to open up to people and make friends. Until he meets Luffy.

Zoro slowly opens up, it takes time to open up to people after loosing a friend and wanting to make more friends at risk of them dying as well. Especially his drinking scene with Nami at the Baratie, this goes for the both of them, but they’re both willing to opened up to another person and grow closer as friends, and I LOVED THAT!!

I hope Zoro does the foot clap in Drum Island.

Speaking of…

Emily Rudd as Nami

Loved, adored, I LOVE WOMEN!!!

Look I’m not biased because I’m an aggressive bisexual, I just like her a lot as Nami. Something little I love that they added for Nami is how nervous and on edge she is basically all the time, scared to fuck up or get caught because the dread of Arlong is always lingering over her.

The moments she does open up are few, but you can tell that the bricks to her thick built walls are slowly crumbling, like the dressing room scene in Kayas mansion, her scene with Kaya in her bedroom I think was an amazing add, the previously mentioned drinking scene at the Baratie with Zoro.

I can’t wait to see more from her.

Taz Skylar as Sanji Vinsmoke

Alright alright alright alright now I know what some of y’all are thinking, but PLEASE PLEASE HEAR ME OUT IM BEGGING 😭

I said the aspects I didn’t like, but I’m being positive and saying what I DO like about Sanji, so stop bullying me please.

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I was instantly rizzed up, bite a chunk out of that WholeCake he’s packing, okay I’ll stop. But he’s still dashing, charming, and I do like his chemistry with Luffy in relating on “my father figure lost a limb for me” that was cute.

His love of cooking is there, his strength is there, and I like the little colder Sanji because his past still lingers with him and he’s being denied his true passion in life which is cooking.

And I wanna give a special shout out to Taz himself, getting a degree in cooking and training in kick boxing for his role as Sanji, true dedication to the role.

Are we all cleared up now? Has my hate train arrived at its station? Yes? Please?

Jacob Romero as Usopp

He’s a massive pussy and a charmer and I love it!

I’ve heard some people say the live action “fixed” Usopp because he’s less annoying, which…bro. He’s not annoying, he’s scared, I think ANY sane person would be scared doing half the shit they have to go through, I know I would be.

I wouldn’t say they fixed him, just saying he’s more composed. He’s a liar, he’s an actor essentially, and he plays that well.

Speaking of Usopp…

Usopp (Jacob Romero) & Kaya (Celeste Loots)

*inhail*…AAAAHHHHH!!!!!

I love them, adore, so cute, love and kisses and rainbows and glitter and roses and unicorns all around!

We all know that the fandom has shipped one woman with Usopp since day one and it was Kaya, their chemistry was there and with Usopp leaving to adventure with Luffy it seemingly held off and blue balled their relationship until later in the story.

Oda doesn’t write romance, but when he does it always goes hard!

Am I saying Usopp and Kaya are officially boyfriend and girlfriend? No, course not. But do I think it’s more motivation for Usopp to come back and survive to see the woman who loves him.

So sweet.

Morgan Davies as Koby (Coby?)

First of all, love the Aussie in the cast, me too the fuck! Plus, personally it was great to see him again in a franchise I love, the first movie I saw him in being in Evil Dead.

Anyway, if I had to admit, probably my personally favourite when it comes to manga, to anime, to live action. How nervous and skittish he is at the beginning, to becoming more confident in himself and his role as a marine are so well done, especially him already so early literally growing into his uniform, a sign of his growth later in the series.

I also love the little nod from Garp, since Koby used to work on a pirate ship he already knows how to man and take care of a ship, which gives him a level above other rookie marines.

They’ll probably push Garps group to the side in season two to focus more on Smoker and Tashigi, but I do hope to see Morgan again in season two.

Steven Ward as Mihawk

When I say perfect, I mean perfect. Chefs kiss even. As iconic as his intro in the anime and manga is, I don’t think it shows the true power of the title Warlord probably, I don’t think we see that till Crocodile, but even he got his ass beat by a 17 year old. Warlords are powerful and feared, and Mihawks introduced does that perfectly.

How carelessly and effortlessly he destroys an entire ship and it’s men and captain with ease, all because they woke him up from his nap. He may be called MiHAWK but he’s always been more like a cat to me personally. Plus, now that we’ve seen the power of a warlord, it’ll really hype up Crocodile for Season 2/3, especially for those who are live action only.

Side note, Steven was at the last con I was at, so sweet and lovely, please adopt me. I got him to sign my Crossguild poster it was epic, can’t wait to add Joe (Crocodile) and Jeff (Buggy)

Speaking of Buggy…

Jeff Ward as Buggy

The Buggy cult is real, some of y’all may remember the little Buggy in the bottom corner of Tumblr to promote the live action.

What I love most is how they terrifying they made Buggy. Less we forget this is the same man who fired a canon in a dudes face because he thought he said something about his nose in the manga. There’s also the clown phobia and the real life clown attacks back in I think 2016.

Buggy is both terrifying and hilarious and they pull that 50/50 amazingly. I love goofy Buggy, but I hope they keep how ruthless he is.

Also lemme suck that nose, ANYWAY!!!

Peter Gadiot as Shanks

(I reached my image/gif limit by the time I got to Shanks…ALSO THERES A LIMIT?!)

I don’t have a lot to say because he’s not on screen much, but I think that’s okay because Shanks appears like every ten years in real life in the anime like some cryptic.

But, he still kept that warm Shanks charm that he has that we all know and love from Shanks. And as Emily said herself, “Shanks is daddy” and I can’t agree more queen.

Shout Outs

These are for characters/performances that didn’t leave much of an impact on me personally but I still liked them.

Vincent Regan as Garp

Aiden Scott as Helmeppo

Ilia Isorelys Paulino as Alvida

Kathleen Stephens as Makino

McKinley Belcher as Arlong

Celeste Loots as Kaya

Alexander Maniatis as Captain Kuro

Craig Fairbrass as Zeff

Again, I really hope all this clears up my feelings for the live action, I never said I hated, not once, cause I never did.

It’s just like one piece itself, we all have bits and pieces we don’t like, from arcs to characters to designs to anything.

I like Skypia when many don’t, same with Thriller Bark. My friends don’t like Skypia or Thriller Bark. My friend likes Long Ring where I don’t.

We all have our own thoughts and opinions regarding one piece especially with it being such a huge series with so much.

I love one piece, and I’m not going to stop loving such a masterpiece.