#but i don't blame him i don't blame any of them they're doing it for my enrichment

[bellabrady]

every tevan shipper who's surprised about the breakup or says that there was nothing pointing towards this simply has zero media literacy. like, i'm sorry but it's not everyone else's fault that you can't pick up on the most in-your-face hints possible.

i do agree that ultimately the reason they broke up was weird and came a little out of left field but the breakup itself? that absolutely didn't.

since the moment tommy came back, everyone in interviews said almost outright that he's an entrylevel relationship, that tevan becoming a thing was a spontaneous decision, that tommy's a plot device, etc. in the beginning, even lfjr said that! he only started baiting all of you when he realized he could get some money out of it.

there was absolutely nothing hinting that tommy would be anything more than temporary — the opposite was hinted at repeatedly, in the previous episode alone.

like, what did YOU think it meant that tommy got next to no screentime all season except for the episode before the one in which we knew buck and tommy would have relationship troubles? did you really think they gave him screentime all of a sudden for any reason other than to make the inevitable breakup more impactful?

what did you think it meant that they didn't share a single kiss the entire season? that there was zero PDA between them?

what did you think it meant that eddie was involved in 90% of their relationship?

what did you think it meant that they made it a point to show that tommy isn't actually all that close to buck or his circle (not knowing who sargeant grant is, not being in the gc, etc.)?

what did you think it meant that after 3 months they were still in the 'getting to know each other' phase of their relationship?

what did you think it meant that their last scene in 8x05 was at a literal graveyard and that there was a huge physical distance between them?

and all of that isn't even mentioning all the ways in which they're simply incompatible and have been from the start.

be disappointed if you want, but don't blame everyone else for your blind optimism

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Guess Who? (Batman Villains x reader)

"Heh! Like catching a spider!" The Riddler said proudly as he and various other rogues approached. Catching Batman's newest sidekick was rather soothing to their egos collectively. At least someone didn't kick their asses almost immediately. The group was sizing you up. "Now who could you be?" Scarecrow said, walking around the cell you were locked in. "Did always like a game of Guess Who when I was a kid." Penguin chuckled and took a drag of his cigar.

After a long piercing stare, the Riddler spoke. "It's a woman under there." The Riddler said flatly. "Smaller than the average male doesn't try to lift us like the others-" "Alright but what if its just a really small man under there?" Penguin responded, given he too was smaller than average male.

Before the Riddler could respond, The Mad Hatter spoke up. "What if it isn't a man or woman in there at all!?" He giggled with glee. Scarecrow sighed. "Jervis, we are several fights and arrests too far in to now be concerned with their pronouns of choice." You caught up with the groups implications. "Wait a second, are you suggesting I couldn't lift you, Nygma?" You asked. "Are you offended by that because you're a woman under there and think such a comment is degrading to your worth?" Edward retorted.

Jonathan raised a hand to Edward's face and sighed, hoping it'd silence him- a faint twinge of embarrassment bubbling in his gut. Quite the accomplishment for someone who was difficult to embarass...or maybe he was just pretending- the start of his manioulation. However, Scarecrow went ignored as you were up for the challenge. "No, it's just cute that you think it matters how I identify and regardless wouldn't be able to toss you like a frisbee." You replied smoothly.

The Riddler paused before he swatted Scarecrow's arm. "You're the psychiatrist, got any guesses?" "There is so much wrong with that Edward." Jonathan sighed. "Just because I have a doctorate, doesn't mean I can determine everything about them." "No!" Edward deadpanned. "I'm asking if you have any inclinations as to who they could be! Age range, all that!" "I'm not a profiler and I didn't know you were fond of stereotypes, Edward." "I hate you all so much." The Riddler replied pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. "When I said guesses, Jonathan, I did not mean you had to diagnose or categorise them!"

"Why are you making this so difficult?" The Mad Hatter asked the group before turning around. "My dear, do you have a preference of identification? No wrong answers! Man? Woman? Genderfluid? Agender?" He paused. "Worm? Mouse? Card? If card, hearts, spades-" The Riddler cut Mad Hatter off. "Jervis, shut up! Regardless, there is a human in there!" "That's what they want you to think." Jervis eyed you. "Look!" Penguin cut in, holding out his gun. "It shouldn't matter! A Man- I can shoot. Woman- I can shoot. Worm- I can shoot. They have a bloody body, that means regardless I can shoot them!" Penguin said with exasperation. Jervis cut in again, completely ignoring Penguin and probably the others. "Do you have hair? Is it yellow...or any kind of blonde really?" Jervis looked at you eagerly. "They're not Alice!" Edward and Jonathan yelled out in frustration.

"Why don't we just go in a rip the mask off?" Penguin said. "Be my guest, Dent will appreciate the company nursing his still healing ribs." The Riddler retorted. "Along with Victor Zsasz." Scarecrow said. "And Professor Pyg." Jervis added. The Riddler held up his hand. "Don't mention that imbecile. He's still wailing about a wound on his arm. It's barely a scratch!"

Scarecrow suddenly groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Edward... you babble too much." He said. "Me!?" The Riddler gaped. "Yes, Jervis isn't sane enough to be blamed right now." Scarecrow sighed. "Blamed for what exactly?" The Riddler huffed. "For getting us caught." Scarecrow said. "...What?" The Riddler frowned. "Batman's in the corner, there." Scarecrow pointed to a dark corner of the room, two bright eyes visible in the corner. "...aw sh-" Penguin never got to finish the word before Batman lunged.

[ikamigami]

Okay..

So I definitely agree that Sun is tired of Moon constantly hating himself to the point that he doesn't see nor realize that people just love and care about him..

Without a reason..

Because guess what you don't have to have a reason to love and care about someone..

And Sun is like that with Moon..

And Nexus as well..

But both Moon and Nexus hated themselves so much that they can't accept that others would do anything for them without a reason.. without wanting anything in return..

Because that's how love works.. or at least should work..

I was trying to be more considerate about both Moon's and Nexus' feelings and I still am..

But the truth is that their self-hatred made them to not be considerate about feelings of others..

Because everyone should hate them..

Or if they love them it's actually because they're useful..

That's why Nexus said that Sun used him.. because Nexus didn't see Sun's love as unconditional.. Sun definitely loved Nexus because he needed a replacement for Moon..

Which is untrue..

Sun since he saw that Nexus doesn't remember anything from the time when he was Moon he realized that his Moon is gone..

Sun didn't share what happened to him and Moon solely because he wanted Nexus to be Moon.. no

He had to explain them what's going on..

Both Nexus and Earth were there..

It wasn't specifically targeted at Nexus to force him to be Moon.. no

Sun never wanted Nexus to solve problems..

He wanted to do so that's why he became conduit for star's power..

And I think that it scared Nexus.. he became paranoid that Sun will die.. which was reinforced by V2 Eclipse..

But Nexus never told the truth.. he died lying to himself and everyone else.. hurting Sun with awful lies..

And getting back to Moon..

I think that Sun is tired of how Moon doesn't seem to be able to understand that one simple thing.. that he's loved..

But I think that Sun won't stop supporting Moon..

I think that Sun didn't try to argue further with Moon because Moon doesn't want to listen just like Nexus..

Both Moon and Nexus never listened to what Sun tried to told them..

That he thinks that everything is his fault so that's why he tried to do something..

"you indecisive, unchoicemaking.."

Really, Nexus?

But you never cared to listen to why Sun decided to be conduit for star's power..

This was his decision and choice so what that makes you, Nexus?

A liar..

But it's so much easier to get angry at Sun and hate him and blame everything on him when you just never cared to listen what Sun has to say or why he wanted to be conduit for star's power.. Nexus.. or why he wanted to kill Eclipse.. Moon..

That's why Sun said that Moon and Nexus are the same cause holy moly they never listen!

Sun times and times again tried to explain how he thinks that everything bad that happened is his fault but none of you wanted to listen!

But hey those of you who read this may say "but Ika isn't Sun doing exactly the same as Moon and Nexus with blaming himself and feeling guilty?"

Yes but also no.

Sun doesn't shout out everytime something bad happened that it's his fault. He feels guilty but he tried to do something about it. Ofc he makes tons of mistakes but that's what happens when you try to communicate with a person you share struggles with but they never listen..

Sun feels awful and yet he tries to do his best again and again..

He doesn't run away like Moon or Nexus..

When his family needs him he's right there even if he feels like it's all his fault..

Sun would love to talk about everything with Moon and later with Nexus but they never listened!

It's tiring.. it's exhausting..

That's why I don't blame people for wanting Sun to run away or stop caring or just snap and heck even start killing..

Cause Sun went through shit and he still loves people who hurt him and keep him at distance..

And he always wanted Moon and Nexus to understand that he loves them without any reason..

He wanted them as brothers.. nothing more nothing less..

And it's so tiring that they never seem to get it..

But I personally hope that Sun will be less able to express his emotions - this is what I can accept as Sun becoming emotionless - like he's still there for his family he cares about them and would do everything for them.. like he does all the same things like usually..

But his family slowly realize that there's something lacking in Sun's emotions..

Like when he says "I love you" there's something missing.. Sun has a weird tone..

But Sun doesn't even realize that himself because for him he's still the same.. he still put his whole self for everyone.. he still cares the same but his emotions are now becoming less and less..

Dazzle would definitely be the first one to see that zgvzbxvxvxvvx

Cause I don't want Sun to stop caring.. but I can see him being less able to express his emotions..

And then his family would be more and more concerned about him cause "what happened to Sun?" "why he sounds so weird?"

And then they'd be "why you sound like you don't care?"

And Sun would be "what do you mean? I care.. I care so much"

But he sounds flat.. and he can't even yell.. he doesn't understand what they're talking about.. why his family is concerned..

He rarely cries but when he does he doesn't wail.. he doesn't even realize that he's crying at first zbbxbxbxb

This is the "Sun becomes emotionless arc" I want jdndnxnxnx

Because if he'd be uncaring it'd hurt too much.. at least to me QwQ

But VAs can do whatever they want ^^

And hey maybe we won't even have an "Sun is emotionless arc" at all cause who knows what VAs will do ^^

It's all up to them bxbxbxbbxxvvx

I have my fears but for now I won't think about them cause nothing happened yet dvvdbxbbxbxbx

I can't wait to see where the story and Sun's character is heading now ^^

[hurlumerlu]

Best part of Only Friends might actually be the youtube comments. The gap between what's in there and what's actually happening on screen is pure comedy.

Like:

"I feel so bad for Nick, he just wants to be loved but he's being taken advantage of" -> Nick bugged his fuckbuddy's car and is listening to him having sex with another guy

"Boston is so incredibly manipulative he's evil" -> Boston is using beginers levels of manipulation to sleep with fully consenting adults

"you can see Mew was raised by women because he's emotionally well-balanced and kind" -> Mew threatened to leak a guy's sex tape just to watch him squirm

"This show is actually so profound" -> a guy gave a highschool level clapback

[qcomicsy]

Lately I've only been wishing to grab a comic about my favorite character and just have a genuinely good time reading it.

[sysig]

Let me chew you out a little, since we have a couple minutes (Patreon)

[Panel 1] Prismo: *mumble* *mumble*

[Panel 2] Prismo: *mumble*

[Panel 3] Simon: Hmph. “Just because it’s in your head-”

[Panel 4] Simon: “-Doesn’t mean it’s yours,” huh?

[Panel 5] Simon: Give me all the responsibility with none of the privileges?

[Panel 6] Simon: And then you get mad at me for trying to pick up your slack? Prismo: Hey...

[Panel 7] Simon: Clearly you already expect that much from me!

[Panel 8] Prismo: Hey, hey! I did the best with what I had! I didn’t expect any of this!

[Panel 9] Simon: And yet you didn’t even consider telling me, so we could’ve avoided this?

[Panel 10] Prismo: It’s not like I could’ve just- taken it out! I was locked out!

[Panel 11] Simon: You could’ve done something!

[Panel 12] Simon: Instead you let my life spiral around this thing, kept me tethered to Ice King’s Madness-

[Panel 13] Prismo: Fionna and Cake are real thou- Simon: NOW you tell me! After I find out for myself!

[puppyluver256]

I'm anxious driving lately for different bridge-closure-related reasons so

[howtobeamagicalgirl]

Gwah

[traegorn]

while i completely agree with your assessment of realistically what a trump vs harris presidency will look like, i think the issue me and a lot of other leftists have is that there is no need to tell people (and effectively tell harris) that oh ofc we are gna vote for her despite these issues because trump is THAT bad and if you say you don't want to vote for her because her party is pro-war, pro-genocide, then you are condemning americans to a trump presidency. we know trump is worse! i don't want him to win AT ALL, but why would harris even consider even changing the language she is using (i'm looking at the absolutely stupid speech she was giving in michigan, given the large arab & muslim-american population there and given its a battleground state) if she thinks she is going to win on a not-trump basis? i know who i'm voting for on nov 5th if it comes down to it, but we need the democrats to THINK they are going to lose until the very last minute, we need them to feel like they can't just rely on being the lesser of two evils if we want any chance of a shift on palestine. because they very well might lose, for this exact reason (and i'm speaking again more to the votes of the arab & muslim-american population which is far more demographically meaningful than the votes of leftists) and if that happens, they have no one to blame but themselves.

So I'm going to tell you something important: You don't have the leverage you think you have.

Political campaigns are a machine that's been operating the same way for a long time on the Democratic side. The Republicans may have abandoned a lot of the old ways of doing things, but the Democratic party hasn't. And you've got people running these campaigns who are steeped in the "wisdom" of how you win.

And when a block of voters says they're not going to vote for their candidate, they tend to believe them. So they decide to go court the people who they think will vote for them. That's why you've seen the Harris campaign trying to court moderate Republicans who might be iffy on voting for Trump a third time.

Right now one of the reasons Netanyahu is refusing to commit to a cease fire is because he thinks Trump can win. If Trump wins, he has no reason to ever agree to one. One of the reasons he thinks Trump can win is because the polling is so close.

If you want to know why they've gone to the right recently, it's because they think they've lost the left. And since a lot of those leftists are claiming there's a line in the sand that they don't have the power to appease (because -- again -- they can't get Netanyahu to do shit right now), they're going to go for the centrist Republicans.

Also, there seems to be this weird notion that the only way to move the Democrats is during the election. That's not how you move people. You keep pressuring them during their term and it works. Like Biden is continuing to work on forgiving student debt even though he doesn't have an election ahead of him. Because they know that what he does reflects on the future of the party. Voting doesn't end this game, it's the start of it.

But none of it will matter if Trump wins.

[rivrsong]

..

[ozzgin]

Just read your arranged marriage kidnapped by a most post and the humor in the servants always thinking reader is in peril. The same going for monster hubby (He just thinks they're submissive and breedable)

Like none of them realize they are a moster fucker cause they hide it so well. Like just imagining reader be like "oh be gentle with me I'm a dainty maiden" and then giving him the night of his life is hilarious. Or them having dinner and the servants feel bad for them cause monster hubby is eating human meat but their just thinking about other things he can use his tongue on.

Or maybe someone comes to rescue them from the terrible monster finally. But they don't wanna leave and instead fight the knight off. The knight thinks they've been brainwashed or something. Meanwhile the servants think the knight just wasn't good enough to rescue them.

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, NSFW! [Part 1] | [More Monsters]

The servants are not blind by any means: they can tell, quite plainly, that their monstrous Lord has a soft spot for you. Not only that, but the beast nearly worships you! They've come up with many theories, the latest one involving witchcraft. Surely you must have some sort of magical trickery under your sleeve in order to subdue their Master. There's no other way around it. All previous humans have been devoured, or have died in a pitiful attempt to escape, terrified to the bone upon gazing at his blasphemous Majesty.

You can't blame them. It's probably better for everyone involved if you omit the fact that your source of witchcraft lies in your...genitals. Well, not just that, of course. Your husband had started to lose hope. His appreciation of humans never came to fruition before your arrival. He was expecting you to cower in fear, not throw yourself at him.

He wondered if you wanted something from him in return, but no one could possibly pretend so flawlessly: the way you clung to him unprompted. The way you hungrily took him in, tears welling in your eyes, refusing to let go until you could feel his load avalanching down your throat. The way you'd trap his hips with your legs, despite being weak and feverish, asking that he doesn't stop yet. If that wasn't proof enough, your whines and moans were loud and clear. To think he could have his own little human, one who isn't repulsed by his monstrous form. He would've been content with mere tolerance, yet someone who begged to be fucked by him? He's been delirious ever since.

He loves everything about you, naturally, but he can't deny the shameless addiction he's now developed towards your body. He'd pound you anywhere and anytime if he could. If he needs to leave for official matters, know that the return will burn in the back of his mind.

"An important date, Sir?" one traveling servant will ask, glancing at all the scribbles in the calendar.

"Indeed", he answers solemnly. It's the times when he can finally fuck you dumb.

While the servants worry about their devilish Master being put under leash, for the other fellow humans the opposite seems to be true. You recall your last "rescuing" attempt distinctly. During one of your evening walks, burly, foreign arms swept you off in an instant. Before you knew it, you were holding onto the armored shoulders of an unknown man, as he made his way out of the traditional garden.

"I'll get you out of here", he promised between heaving breaths.

You stared in confusion. What was he saving you from? A good dicking? No matter how much you explained that you do actually like your newly appointed husband, the hero wouldn't budge.

You ended up just walking back home when the man fell asleep.

"That was quite the long walk", your monster partner remarked, polishing his weapons.

"Oh no, I was kidnapped", you state casually. "Got us some fruits on the way back."

Would it have been better to lie about it? On one hand, you do feel terrible for whoever attempted to retrieve you from the claws of the tyrant. Your husband is very possessive, and you know he'll scorch the Earth until that treacherous pest is gutted and fed to the pigs.

On the other hand...he becomes particularly savage after such incidents. You won't be able to sit properly for the next few weeks, but it's worth it.

Tough luck, you tell yourself, lounging in bed with a satisfied smirk and torn apart hole.

[mad-hunts]

as far as jack could tell, jervis was really out of it; and it made him wonder it was due to something that had happened while he was out with his father, or when they'd gotten here. perhaps both. jack gnawed on his bottom lip, his eyes darting to jervis's hands, which were flexing like he was struggling with something. an eyebrow rose as jack contemplated asking whether he needed some pain medication.

since he didn't receive an answer to his question yet, jack figured he might as well introduce himself. ❝ uhh, well, you don't have to talk to me if you aren't feeling up to it. my sister told me that you fainted in front of her out there — so, i understand if you're still feeling sick. my name is jack, ❞ he scratched at the back of his neck as he continued to observe jervis. whenever the man tried to get up, jack approached him and was about to caution jervis that maybe he shouldn't by lightly touching his shoulder.

but he remembered matilda telling him something about the other really not liking to be touched, so he merely was going to verbally tell him. up until jervis laid back down himself, anyhow. jack couldn't hold himself back from frowning at his poor present state before venturing out of the room with a 'i'll be right back.' and indeed he had been, with two different vials, alongside a few syringes to inject into that IV bag: should jervis want to be medicated. jack figured it'd be easier to just do that rather than forcing him to swallow anything.

he placed those also on the table before tilting his head at the quote jervis had said until it clicked a few seconds later, ❝ that's a quote from through the looking glass, isn't it? and one that the red queen said in the story if i remember correctly. she was basically teaching alice that staying in the same place is falling behind, right? ❞ jack squinted his eyes at that before a thought came to mind. a soft snort left him, but one that was done of an innocent sort of amusement rather than malice. ❝ that is a kind of roundabout way of talking about survival of the fittest. but hey, lewis carroll was all about the whimsy of things, i guess. and its no big deal. ❞

jack pretended not to see the tears that the other shed for jervis's own sake. the blood on his lips was something he couldn't ignore, no matter how hard he tried, though. jack grabbed a washcloth from his pack and held it out towards's jervis's hand. once it was out of his hand was when jack set down that teacup, the slightly too long stripped pants he wore swaying across the ground. ❝ mm, you and dad were both asleep for nearly four hours. sure — i don't think that's silly at all. i keep something on me all the time from when my brother, julien, was still around. ❞ the bracelet he showed the other on his right wrist then seemed to be made up entirely of tiny conch shells.

julien was a big fan of the sea, which jack thought made his death all the more crushing. after seeing the state that the stuffed animal was in, he figured that that bunny must've been really loved; though it didn't really matter by whom it was. the end result was the same, as love changes you. jack knew this well as he'd never wanted anything more than to be embraced by the warmth of it.

he quickly shook that thought off, only to grab the two vials he got from the fridge once more. ❝ eh... the four hours actually went by rather fast. ❞ jack cleared his throat then, ❝ you know, i couldn't help but notice that you aren't looking so hot still, and so i grabbed some meds for you. but i won't force you to take them. i have a pain reliever as well as something that relieves vertigo. are either, or both of these, something you want? ❞

Eigengrau.

A faint hum buzzed in his ears; his mouth was so dry it felt like he’d swallowed a wad of wool.

The thin sheet beneath him brushed his fingertips as Jervis flexed his hands, cracking his eyes open a sliver. The room tilted, everything blurring at the edges. Ah… so he had fainted. Just as he’d suspected. No glasses, then.

"Hey. Ahh, you're awake… That's awesome. How are you feeling?"

The new voice was barely a whisper, young and uncertain—belonging to a boy, maybe sixteen or eighteen by the timber. Was this another of Barton's assistants, a friend of Matilda’s, or perhaps her brother? Jervis couldn’t quite remember; hadn't Barton mentioned something about having more than one child?

He winced, his body feeling heavy, leaden; aching everywhere. Slowly, he exhaled and tried to push himself upright—tried being the keyword. The effort brought only a wave of vertigo, dizzying and blue-hot, making his vision swim.

… ohh, god…

He swallowed thickly, curling into himself. Something wasn’t right. His glasses and gloves weren’t the only thing missing. He was in his socks, jeans, and a now damp charcoal t-shirt, his body slick with cold sweat. His graying auburn curls clung to his neck in tangled ropes. His boots were beside the cot, his messenger bag on a desk across the room. His overcoat and maroon button-down were draped over a chair.

A flicker of discomfort in his right arm. Burning. Tugging.

Jervis glanced down at the source: a plastic tube. A peripheral IV catheter.

"Ah, you know... 'It takes all the running you can do, to stay in the same place,'" he muttered, his voice clipped and hollow; Bermudian accent casual, almost detached. He turned his eyes to the boy; offered him a faint, strained smile. "Keeps things interesting, I suppose... but I appreciate your concern, lad."

He lifted his fingers to his cheek, feeling the moisture trickle down—salt on his lips. Tears, sharp and stinging. Jervis flinched and quickly scrubbed them away with the heels of his hands.

Cold metal pressed into his spine, tight around his neck—the chain with his and Sylvie’s wedding rings twisted against his skin. He must’ve been thrashing in his sleep. There was blood on his lips.

"Forgive me…" His vision swam as he watched the boy set a teacup on the small table beside the cot, just within view. "But I'm afraid I've rather lost my sense of time. How long has it been since I…?" He paused, his voice barely steady. "... if... if you don’t mind, could you please reach into my coat pocket? You'll find a small cuddly toy. A rabbit..." He rubbed his mouth, lowered his eyes. "It sounds foolish, I know... but it... it was my daughter's, you see..."

The boy nodded, moving quickly to retrieve the toy from Jervis’ coat pocket, and placed it on the table beside the teacup. The bunny was missing one of its button eyes, its white fur faded and matted. A pink satin ribbon around its neck was frayed and tattered.

“Thank you,” Jervis said hoarsely. “I must have been out of it for quite a while.”

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Despite Danny's best efforts, no matter how much time past, Amity Park refused to see Phantom as a hero.

Sure, there were pockets of support, particularly among teens, but most of the town blames Phantom for the property damage, saying if he didn't fight the ghosts then it wouldn't be so bad, to that time he got mind controlled by Freakshow and "attacked" the mayor. It wears him down. It wears Tucker and Sam down. Jazz can only try to support them all.

Then one day, a member of the Justice League visits. Someone minor, and kinda a jerk... maybe a Wonder Twin? Zan? Whatever. They don't investigate; they don't look deeper. They listen to the town folks and declare the ghost hunters, Red Huntress and the Fentons, to be the official heroes of the town.

Worse? Danny Phantom is officially considered a villain to the Justice League. Tuck hacks into the Watchtower and confirms that they have a file (a heavily inaccurate file) about how to defeat Phantom.

Danny doesn't think he can do this anymore.

A few weeks later, a young villain escapes into Amity and demands (begs) that Danny help them escape from the hero after them. No idea who, I can't find a lot of info on teen villains in DC, so let's fudge some ages and make it Kyd Wyckyd from the Teen Titans cartoon. Danny agrees, because to hell with the Justice Losers, and they defeat the hero, becoming friends in the process. Kyd confesses that they became a villain after being ostracized bc of how they look, and they've been trying to avoid villain organizations because HIVE was abusive, but it's really hard to be a villain alone bc of all the heroes.

Sam gets an idea. Tucker agrees with the idea. Jazz is just happy they'll end up making friends.

The next day, the Teen Villain Alliance is formed, ready to assist with any teenage illegal shenanigans their allies might get into.

Some notes:

It's created to be a healthier option for teen "villains" to connect with others and support each other.

It's more important that this is for Teens rather than Villains. They're tired of adult villains taking advantage of them. The TVA would rather ally with a teen vigilante than with an adult villain.

Again, no idea who the teen villains are, but Klarion is definitely here. He leaves the Light for the chaos of the TVA. Maybe Ember is there too?

Timeline wise, this is around when Tim is still Robin, but Damien has arrived at Wayne Manor.

This is because, when it comes time to try to infiltrate the TVA, they'll have a convenient child-assassin who has none of the monitors of a teen hero that Phantom immediately picks up on.

Damien, who at this point has been abandoned by his mother, dismissed and scolded by his father, and has had no success at carving his own place in the family, jumps at the chance. He is then surrounded by peers who don't insult him or try to change his behavior (too much; jazz is trying to help him find healthier methods of expressing himself). He... might not want to continue being a spy.

Danny, Sam, Tuck, and Jazz are the founding members.

Danny reinvents himself as the High Prince of the Infinite, Prince Phantom Dark. He got kingship from fighting Pariah Dark, but since he's still alive, he's only a prince. He steals the last name Dark as an intimidation tatic against those in the know; only Danny would have the balls to claim family with Pariah.

Sam works as a powerless villain, but she might no be powerless? Either way, Danny gives her a bunch of repurposed Fenton tech, and she buys the rest with her parents credit card. She does NOT care if that's traced back to the Mansons. She would choose something goth, maybe something spider related or even bat?

I love Pharaoh Tucker, so I think he should get magic powers? Since pharaohs of old were considered the balance between the real and the divine. He's still a tech guy, now he's a tech and magic guy.

Jazz isn't really a villain, more of a team mom who's planning on using everyone's psyche's as her thesis paper. You know what, that's her callsign, she's Psyche. Sometimes she flirts with Nightwing.

[zephyrchama]

Water Wrinkles

Seven demon brothers sat solemnly in a circle around you. You did your best to ignore them. It wasn't often that you got to spend time at the human world villa, and you were intent on soaking up as much sun as you could before returning to the Devildom.

You reclined your beach chair back, crossing your arms under your still-wet hair. It was a gorgeous day. Perfect for being at the pool.

Leviathan let out a muffled sob. As the demon with the highest affinity for water, he blamed himself.

"Let us take you to a hospital," Satan insisted for the tenth time.

"They're going to laugh us out of the ER," you nonchalantly repeated.

Satan lowered his eyes and muttered, "I couldn't find any traces of a curse in the water... So how...?"

Asmodeus had his head in his hands, unresponsive. Sometimes his fingers curled around the ends of his hair. You briefly glanced over to make sure he didn't pull his hair out - that would be grounds for a real emergency.

"I can't bear to watch. Lucifer, do somethin'," Mammon whined. He was fidgeting all over the place and winced whenever he looked at your feet.

The oldest glared at you. You knew it was out of concern, but his fears were unfounded. Even Lucifer refused to listen to reason when he thought you were in danger.

"Actually, yeah. Lucifer, can you pass me a towel?" you asked. It was embarrassing having seven shirtless demons intensely staring at you. If they wouldn't let you go back in the water, maybe covering up would make you feel less self-conscious.

Lucifer didn't move. It was Beelzebub who plucked a spare towel off his younger twin and handed it to you with a shaking arm. He looked like a wet puppy, having been the one who first discovered your "condition" and swept you out of the pool.

Belphegor hadn't gone in the water that day. He only hogged the plush towels because of how comfortable they were and, following Beelzebub's lead, dumped them all onto your chair. Now he sat, wide awake. He was anxiously squeezing a loose chunk of concrete but at some point, without realizing, it got crushed to powder in his hand.

You had more than enough towels now.

"In half an hour you're going to forget this all even happened," you said to reassure the worry warts.

"In half an hour, you might be gone!" Mammon snapped back.

"You're going to be a wrinkled mess of skin and bones," Asmodeus weeped quietly.

Leviathan pressed his hands over his ears. Though, with nothing to cover his eyes he was forced to look at your wrinkled hands again. Based on the noises he was making, you'd think someone was torturing him.

"As I've said!" you reiterated. "All humans get wrinkly in water. Look, now that I'm drying off it's going back to normal."

Beelzebub grabbed your ankle, raising it for the brothers to observe at eye level. "I don't see a difference."

You didn't expect the sudden manhandling and slunk several inches down the lounge chair while the demons stared at your foot. Kicking and twisting your leg was futile. You modestly crossed your free leg.

"I think it's getting worse," Satan said.

"We need to take action," Lucifer decided.

Asmodeus was actively quivering now. Belphegor and Leviathan had crept behind you and started picking at your wrinkly fingers. You tried to swat them away to no avail.

"Give me 25 minutes! Literally! Probably even less, this will go away on its own! I just need to dry off."

"We need a solution now," Mammon asserted. The cogs in his brain were turning. "We need fire."

You tried to sit up, to jump up and stop Mammon before he burned the whole villa down in an attempt to dry you off, but Beelzebub had not let go and you stumbled. You grazed your knee on the concrete and winced.

A second round of panic overcame the demon brothers. Beelzebub let go, Lucifer picked you up, and Belphegor wrapped your knee with every available towel he could lay his hands on. Asmodeus and Leviathan were crying on each other's shoulders. Mammon came running back, oblivious to the second disaster that just occurred, with a flaming stick in his hand that Satan tried to keep at bay. If you got burnt on top of everything else, they'd probably go insane and destroy the human world.

In the midst of the chaos you caught a glimpse of your hand. It was practically dry. You couldn't even see the wrinkles anymore. You angrily wiggled in Lucifer's grasp as various hands fussed over you.

"Stay!!" you shouted over the clamor.

The brothers went tumbling to the ground, save for Lucifer who fought to stay rooted in place. You could finally hear yourself think again. There was primarily one thought on your mind.

"I just want to go swimming."

[chatsukimi]

ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

featuring: protective!heian!sukuna, kindhearted!servant!reader. slight angst/hurt -> comfort. synopsis: you're sick. to your surprise, you're rescued by the man second closest to death himself. masterlist

you should've known he wouldn't come. sukuna has never set foot in the servant's headquarters in his life, let alone to chase after a sick servant. you lower your head, trying to ease the headache that has plagued you through the day.

sukuna loves his bloodshed and his gore. him and death would be good friends, you think to yourself. he wouldn't care if your body was burnt or buried, you think to yourself; wouldn't care if you died at all.

the room the others put you in is empty. ash spreads neatly over the cold floor. the scent of kibble haunts the atmosphere. it's where they put the dogs before sukuna killed them.

ever since you took care of the king of curses while he was sick, the other servants had been careful in keeping a distance from you. not in ill of heart; they're simply terrified at what you must've done to survive in your week long stay with the monster. honestly, you don't blame them.

but now when you're laying on the freezing ground, struggling to breathe, it's hard not to.

'this is where you live?'

your eyes look up. shock. then, with all the strength you can muster, you heave yourself one step away from the man at the doorway, which only serves to piss him off more.

sukuna ryomen, in all his glory, looks down at you. bending down to pick you up like a limp doll to be seated against the wall, he seems to revel in his regained strength. you can't help but feel happy for him, to have survived this fatal disease. not many men can attest to that...

then again, he is no ordinary man.

'i asked you a question.'

you nod, a small thing, barely a movement. he seems to clench his teeth.

he takes off his long white coat, flaunting a layer of dried blood, and drapes it over your shoulders.

yet it doesn't end there. he retrieves from his pocket a bottle of what looks to be a golden syrup.

you know exactly what it is.

he takes your hand and wraps it around the flask, making you hold it, sparing, not one, but two of his eyes, to stare at you, making sure you do as he commands.

'swallow.'

you shake your head. you know he's asking you to do. this is a medication is so rare for your disease that no sorcerer has found in over a hundred years. he's brought this thing of myth right to your very lips. now he's asking you to drink it, and thus take away any chance of it saving anyone else's life.

you scowl, but the tickling sensation in your throat grows stronger, eventually erupting out of your mouth in a harsh cough. you look away from sukuna.

'leave,' you whisper, weakly. 'don't wanna infect you.'

'i survived the illness already. i've developed an immunity.'

you shake your head again. you couldn't threaten your king's health with your own weakness. you just couldn't.

'i can't take this.'

he growls. without any notice, he swallows your lips in a kiss. in the momentary haze, you could hardly resist, fisting the front of his kimono to ground yourself. then, you feel something sweet, honey-ish, hit your tongue.

with his hand locked on your chin, it forces you to swallow.

you pull back, pushing him away. he groans.

he wipes his mouth, still with two eyes staring.

no... no, why did he do that?

'y-you- how? no... why did you waste it on me?' you whisper, desperately searching his face for an answer. 'i'm just a servant. you could've given it to a princess, or a scholar, or priest-'

he grabs you by the arm and forces you into his arms. its heat astounds you, and you find yourself crawling closer. a vague thumping sound seems to press against your ear-

oh. you calm your breathing.

it's his heartbeat.

alive.

'sleep in my room tonight,' he demands.

what did he say? you strain your mind, trying to replay what he said earlier. no... maybe you heard correctly.

'but i'm no concubine,' you respond, instantly.

his arm supports your waist, helping you up effortlessly to your feet. he then directs two of his eyes to the doorway, his cadence low and domineering.

'it doesn't matter.'

he leads you placidly through the servant's quarters. you notice all conversation cease at your entry, bodies dropping into a low bow. a small voice in you whispers that it's where you should be too. you tug at sukuna's arm.

'i'm only a servant, sukuna.'

you know what it looks like, a servant clutching onto a man, more god than human. a man who has slaughtered villages, blood staining the base of his kimono crimson, and turned half a province on its head, just to save you.

'whatever you are in my eyes is what you are to the world,' he states, his expression unchanging. 'if i deem you a queen, that is who you are.'

exiting the servant compound, you know you can't say no- not like you wanted to. the wide expanse of his chest is comforting.

yet however sweet this feeling remains, you can't help but gulp. perhaps this is the closest a human has ever come to courting death.

[chrisbesitos]

younger gf reader joining the sturniolos vid and Chris and reader are caught in the back kissing

getting caught.

Y/N never felt too much comfortable being in her boyfriend's youtube videos, but she agreed after they beg her for hours. So, they got in the car, brought some junk food and parked at a parking lot for recording.

Chris switched his place with Nick, knowing his girlfriend would be more comfortable with him, but Chris' brothers made them promise they would behave, this means that they could not do any hard PDA. Y/N and Chris agreed laughing.

Matt started the camera, Chris introduced Y/N as his girlfriend. They decided to do "Childhood Stories" as a topic, so Chris, Matt and Nick started to yap about their childhood stories together, which Y/N laughed all the time.

During the video, Chris kept his arm around Y/N's shoulders. He gave some kisses on her hair, pulling his girl closer. At some point, Matt and Nick started to argue about something that Y/N and Chris wasn't paying attention, because they were too focus on each other.

"Your brothers said no PDA, Chris." Y/N whispered as Chris lean himself to kiss her jaw, her lips slowly leaning upward. "Baby, stop it." She giggled, Chris was kissing her neck shameless, he wasn't caring if the camera was catching them.

"You know I can't handle when you're with me, doll." Chris whispered, smirking. He looked at his brothers on the front seats, arguing without looking at them at the backseat. So, Chris held Y/N chin and smash their lips together.

Y/N widened her eyes at start, Chris was fucking kissing her in the front of camera. But this didn't stop her from kissing him back. Y/N caressing his neck, curling her fingers on his curly hair, pulling lightly. They're trying to not be loud, but the kiss was sloppily and making wet noises.

"I can't believe they're fucking kissing!" Nick said — he screamed — once he realized Y/N and Chris were kissing at the backseat. "How desperately you are that can't be without kissing for an hour?"

"You're gross, bro." Matt said, hitting Chris back. "Y/N, you said you behave!"

"I tried it! He kissed me." Y/N defended herself, Chris tickled her waist. "Dude, stop it!" She said laughing.

"I kissed you and you kissed me back, don't blame only me." Chris said, kissing her cheek. "And don't call me dude."

"No more kisses on the back, please lord." Nick groans.

Of course they kissed again when Matt and Nick got distracted.

bro's so in love that can't keep his hands to himself

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