#forever anime trash at heart

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

*NSFW* The mating habits of Yandere! Animal-Human Monsters

Yandere!Monster men who sometimes forget that their poor darling is a human and misinterprets their actions when it comes to mating. Short drabbles about yanderes trying to seduce their darlings, but the list gets progressively darker the further down you read.

*Warning* dub-con, non-con, yandere possessiveness, dead dove

Yandere!Crow Harpy who was a little disappointed when you refused to move out of your house. You didn't understand why the feathered man seemed so infatuated with you, but after a long while of him begging you to move in with him you agreed, only on the condition that he moved into your home. It wasn't a traditional harpy relationship, but he was ecstatic regardless, deciding that if he couldn't build a nest with you he could at least win your favor as a perfect mate by decorating it. It got on your nerves sometimes, coming home from work to find shiny bits of trash and feathers tucked into every nook and cranny of your home. Eventually the two of you created a list of acceptable "treasure" to bring home, and what you considered to be actual garbage. He spent weeks "decorating" your already furnished house, before one day pulling you into the living room where he had piled every blanket and pillow you owned into a makeshift nest on the floor. His smile was insecure, desperate for your approval as he wrapped you into his large wings, holding you tightly against his warm body before sinking down into the mass of fluffy objects. You could hear his heart hammering against his chest erratically as he gently began placing kisses against your collar.

"I wanted to help build a home with you, so it wasn't yours or mine, but ours. I pray that my attempts to prove I'll keep you and our future children comfortable impressed you..."

Yandere!Merman who couldn't help but feel awestruck by your beauty, often going on long rants about how much you inspire him. It was a chance encounter while you were studying abroad, and you grew emotionally attached to the beautiful man who sang you words of praise. Although he whined whenever you had to leave the beach, the bags under his eyes became deeper as the weeks went on, chronic exhaustion taking it's toll on the merman. Whenever you tried to convince him that his sleep was important, he would only give a dopey smile, responding cryptically about how his secret project was just as important as spending time with you, and that he would have time to sleep once it was all over. One day when you arrived on the beach he was already there, shaking with excitement and impatiently trying to drag you into the ocean before you could get on your snorkeling gear. Deep where the sun barely touched, a huge intricate mural was sculpted into the ocean floor. As your eyes widened in an attempt to take in just how massive the artwork was, following each perfectly symmetrical swirl, two strong arms snaked around your waist with a tired, yet content, sigh. He blew words into your ear that you were somehow able to understand despite the water, as he sunk with you into the middle of the circular masterpiece.

"You take my breath away every time we meet, and I wanted to do the same for you. Please say that, if you could, you would lie here in my arms forever.."

Yandere!Puppy-Hybrid who was always just a ball of energy, a hyperactive sweet heart who couldn't sit still when he was awake. Most of your days together, it was easy to forget that he could even have urges, with how innocent your relationship was, kisses and cuddles but nothing more. As a species who had mating cycles, although he would never tell you out loud, he was always waiting for you to go into heat. But it was taking so long! He did such a good job being a patient boy for you, you didn't even know why he was being so whiny lately, attributing his neediness to his attention seeking personality. But eventually, he took your phone to do some research. At first he was shocked, humans didn't have mating cycles?? How did you know when it was time to make a baby? Then he came across an amazing discovery. Ovulation. It took a couple of months, holding your belly to his face and breathing deeply for a couple of minutes each day, but he finally learned the subtle changes in your scent throughout your cycle. You had no idea what was going on, thinking he was just being extra goofy lately, until he refused to let go one day, tightening his grasp as his breathing turned into heavy pants, grinding your leg in between his.

"Ah.. you can't hide it from me.. I've been waiting for this for so long... Please don't say no..."

Yandere!Humanoid Spider who always did his best to never frighten you. Even when you first met, it was with him holding his hands up and pleading for you not to run away from him in a soothing voice. Despite the lower half of the creature you met in the forest being a giant spider, the top half was such a kind and handsome man that you quickly began to trust him, soon considering him to be a good friend. He was so thoughtful, always raising his hands as a show of surrender, whether he was approaching you from afar and didn't want to startle you or if you were jokingly fighting over something silly. Even amongst humans, he was the one you trusted the most. If you had known anything about spiders though, you would have been more on guard with his overt displays of feebleness, especially after he began telling you how beautiful you were. You didn't even fight back at first when he suddenly grabbed you from, until he bit into your neck. The kind man, no, the monster you thought you knew, wasted no time sliding your pants down as he still held your backside to his chest, chuckling into your shoulder.

"Ah, my stupid little human~ Were you just pretending to be that naive because you wanted me to take you? ❤️"

Yandere!Naga who couldn't feel love in the same way that humans did. As a researcher working towards her doctorate specializing in Naga people and their many sub species, you were overjoyed to meet a small tribe of Naga men who were willing to allow you to enter their home and record their daily lives. There were so many types of Nagas loosely related to snake species still alive today, and they each had their own cultures, languages, and biology. Based on the coloration you couldn't tell what type these men were, but despite not being fluent in their language they were very kind to you. They seemed to have been in a period of mourning before you arrived, and lavished all their attention on you, babbling on in one sided conversations you could only understand a few words of here and there. One phrase they all stated was flattering only for the first few times they repeated it, but quickly became unnerving as they became more comfortable caressing your face and running their fingers through your hair. And when they pulled you into the center of a giant nest, taking turns thrusting their long tongues down your throat and running their hands over your body, trapping you in a pile of cold men staring deep into your soul with hungry eyes, you learned the species they were closest to.

"We need you... We need you..."

Yandere!Humanoid Scorpion who rescued you after a tourist attraction went arry, promising to protect you until you could be rescued. A strong, bulky man who enjoyed holding you (almost too tightly) in his arms whenever his peers came near. Everything was honestly lovely until in the black of night you were awoken by a strange chorus of sounds echoing outside the burrow the hybrids allowed you to sleep in. A blue light illuminated the large home, and as it noticed you finally woke, approached, revealing himself to be the scorpion man who rescued you, glowing with bioluminescence. Before you could ask what was happening, fear struck you like a bolt of lightening seeing a large, inhuman cock emerging from just below his human half. He lunged forward, and you threw up your hands in self defence. Your hands intertwined with his, fighting against him with all of your strength, but the harder you fought, the more excited he grew. You pushed and pulled, but he didn't loosen his hold on you. Eventually it seemed he had enough playing, and threw you effortlessly onto the bed. Tears streamed down your face at your helplessness, but this only widened his smile as he peeled the shirt off your sweaty body.

"There is no need to fear, my mate. As you can see, no one can match my strength. You and our brood shall be safe under my protection.."

Yandere!Humanoid Waterbug disgusted you, from the twitch of his antenna to the flirtatiousness of his voice. The moment you met him on the water of your lake house, there was no escape. Every time you left or returned back home he was effortlessly skating across the waters surface towards you, begging you to come closer. Although you did your best to ignore him, his loud cries for attention eventually wore you down. Maybe if you entertained him just this once he would leave you alone? You approached him calmly, but as soon as you were within reach he grasped your hands tightly, pulling you partially into the water. He spoke sickly sweet words of affection, chilling you more painfully than the cold morning lake water. You tried to turn him down politely, gently pulling at his grip. He pulled you into the water further, swiftly pushing the two of you away from the shore in one kick of his legs, his unamused gaze no longer holding the playful, flirty gleam it had before. One set of hands held yours tightly, while another pair grabbed your head shoving it without warning under the water. You struggled against his grasp, rapidly losing oxygen as you panicked, black spots filling your vision. But before you lost consciousnesses, he brought you back up, still staring into your eyes with cold fury as your lungs felt like they caught fire. He confessed his love again, but when you began sobbing he thrust you face forward into the water again with a painful smack, holding you down beneath him until stopped struggling. In the air once more, snot flowed and mixed freely with your tears as he aggressively smashed his face into yours, fishing out your tongue and biting it harshly.

"There's only one correct answer to my question, (Reader).. Be mine, or die. If I can't have you, then no one can."

Yandere!Marsupial Hybrid you never saw coming. Lost in the Australian outback, you cursed yourself and your impossibly terrible luck. Hybrids and monsters freely roaming the world were terrifying enough, but being in the land where even the greenery was planted by Satan himself? Your phone had lost it's signal about two hours ago, and your jeep died shortly after that. Trudging along by foot, you continuously felt eyes following your every step, and the fear that a giant spider or monster snake was stalking you made you cry for hours as you walked under the merciless sun. On top of the heat and new blisters forming on your soles, you had to use a restroom as well. Quickly surveying the tall bushes to make sure you weren't about to go next to one of Satan's previously mentioned bushes, you pulled down your shorts in discomfort. The feeling of eyes on you hadn't left since your vehicle randomly gave out despite being double checked before you left the city, but your bladder couldn't care at that moment. A rustle nearby ended your attempt to go before it started, pulling up your shorts so fast it hurt. A hybrid with round ears and a lung brown tail with white spots charged into you, knocking you down. His face was red and slick with tears and sweat, his eyes wide and frantic as he latched his sharp teeth into your neck with excitement. Everything was so fast, with his alternating between feverish rambling and biting into whatever part of your flesh he could reach as he tore off your clothes with a desperation you couldn't comprehend. Tears blended with your own as he kissed, licked and bit every piece of you as he fought your legs open, ignoring your screams of pain.

"You accepted me didn't you?! You knew I chose you! Ah, it hurts! Why'd you put your clothes back o-ah! I need you, I need you now!"

[kkami-writes]

hybrid hearts ━ chapter one. cw. the briefest mention of blood wc. 2k

Time had always felt too slow, yet impossibly fast at the same time to you. Some days had felt like they would drag on endlessly with you feeling bored out of your mind, wondering if this was how life was gonna feel like forever. While some days you would blink and then suddenly the day was over. Sometimes even weeks would pass like this as well. That feeling that your life was passing you by, feeling like you had nothing to show for it was overwhelming at times.

But you supposed it wasn’t all that terrible though. You had a job you loved, having opened up a book cafe after your parents had passed. You had inherited a rather large sum of money from them, as well as their old house they owned in a nearby cozy suburb. However, it had only served to make you feel much lonelier what with all these empty rooms for little old you.

Weeks turned into months and the seasons changed from winter to spring. But your daily routine didn’t change much at all. Although you didn’t necessarily hate it, sometimes it just felt so repetitive that you thought you might lose your mind.

Everyone around you seemed to change, constantly adapting to the flow of time. Yet you found yourself utterly the same and all alone. Though that last part might have been partially your fault, you’ve never really tried to branch out from the cozy bubble you lived in. It was a constant cycle of feeling lonely, yet feeling too attached to your quiet lifestyle to put yourself out there.

It’s early evening on a Saturday when that changes.

You’re sat on the small swinging couch that's connected to your porch, happily curled up with a book and some tea. You were constantly trying to read all sorts of genres, needing to keep up with the latest books so you could have the cafe well stocked. However you found it hard to concentrate when the neighborhood kids were kicking up a ruckus nearby. Their high pitched screams hurting your eardrums.

When you look up to glare at them, it’s then you realize that they’re surrounding one of your trash cans, kicking it around and laughing. You’re quick to get up, abandoning your book as you storm over to them.

“Hey!” Your voice is loud and demanding and it effectively startles the kids. That’s all it takes for them to scatter, running in all different directions. You roll your eyes, not bothering to run after the annoying brats but you are rather curious as to why they had been kicking at your trash in the first place.

Glancing into the bin you find an entirely white ferret sans the small singular black dot under its left eye. The animal is on its hind legs, jumping up and trying desperately to get out of the circular death trap. The trash is only half full and it’s not enough for the ferret to be able to crawl out.

“Hey little guy, you must have been scared from all that kicking” At your voice the ferret startles, falling backwards before squirming back onto its legs. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up in your throat at its dramatic reaction. “Are you ok? Were you trying to look for food?” You question even though you know it’s not gonna respond.

In the last fifty or so years, hybrids have been woven into modern society after their discovery — though not everyone had treated them fairly. Most people see them as pets, things to own or even worse, sex slaves. Many laws for hybrids have been put in place in an attempt to better protect them, but they were still pretty restrictive. In most cases, people can’t tell a normal animal to a hybrid in it’s domesticated form, so you couldn’t be 100% sure if this ferret in your trash was a hybrid or not.

You had a good feeling though.

The animal glanced at you like it was sizing you up, eyes squinting and head tilting. If the animal was indeed a hybrid, it was most likely a stray. Hybrid law dictates that anyone under 21 required an “owner” or a “guardian” to be in charge of them. In the end, this actually left a lot of strays on the street from terrible people who would abandon their hybrids for various reasons. None could ever be good enough in your eyes to just throw an innocent life onto the streets. At 21 though, a hybrid could declare itself independent and gain the rights to live on their own. Actually finding a place to live was an entirely different problem on it’s own. Many landlords would implemented a no independent hybrids rule and even places of employment didn’t hire hybrids at all or would give them less pay compared to an “actual” human.

People were cruel to things they didn’t understand, so quick to dehumanize someone who might be a little different.

“Are you stuck? Do you want some help?” you call out again softly, slowly extending your hand out to the animal hoping to show it that you meant no harm. The ferret doesn’t take it that way however, it’s teeth sinking into your index finger the moment it gets close enough. You wince at the sharp teeth piercing your flesh, sucking a breath between your teeth at the pain. Still, you don’t shake or make anymore sudden movements.

“S-see? Not so scary right?” The smile you give is slightly strained and the ferret lets out a soft whine. Slowly, it lets go of your finger, backing away with its head down as if ashamed. When you pull your hand back you can see some blood dripping down from the small indentations. “Oof, you’ve got some teeth on you huh?”

“Here, I'll put the trash down ok? So you can crawl out if you want. I’m gonna go address my wound and I'll even leave my door open if you’d like to come in. No pressure but I do have some food if you’d like,” Your smile remains kind as you glance down at the white animal before slowly moving the trash down to its side so it can crawl out.

You turn to walk back towards the house, taking a quick glance behind you to see if maybe the ferret was also following. You try to ignore the disappointment that fills your chest when it doesn’t.

In the kitchen you thoroughly rinse off the wound, waiting for the bleeding to stop before applying some ointment and a bandaid. You won’t lie, it throbs a little but you try to pay it no mind. You remember you’ve left your book outside so you go to retrieve it until you feel something nudging at your foot.

Looking down, you see the pretty little ferret by your feet and a smile immediately graces your lips. In the bright light of your kitchen you can see that its fur is slightly dirty, probably a result from being a stray for quite a while and you briefly wonder how long it’s been in your trash.

“Hi there, are you hungry?” The ferret makes a squeak like sound that manages to makes you smile even brighter at how cute it sounds. You move to open the fridge, glancing around for stuff you have. You’re 100% sure now that that small ferret is in fact a hyrbid, with how it’s been understanding your words and it’s behavior.

You don’t have much in your fridge currently, making a mental note to go grocery shopping some time soon. So you make due with some measly shredded chicken, placing it on a plate before offering it to the ferret. The speed in which the small thing practically scarfs it down is impressive.

“Careful, don’t choke,” you laugh, this time really leaving to grab your book and tea from the porch. When you come back the ferret is at the door waiting for you as if unsure if it should leave or not now that you’ve fed it.

“Do you maybe wanna take a shower? I’m sure you could use one,” the same squeaky noise emits from its tiny mouth and you let out a small laugh. That sound is going to be etched in your memories forever. “ok, sounds good. let me show you,”

So you guide the tiny ferret to your bathroom, showing it where everything is. “I’ll also leave some clothes on the bed if you choose to transform. Oh— but I don’t know if you’re a boy or a girl…well, most of my stuff is gender neutral anyway. Don’t feel pressured though,” With that you leave the ferret to its business. You lay a simple shirt and a baggy pair of sweatpants you hoped would fit whether the ferret ended up being a girl or a boy.

You can hear the shower running and you take that as your cue to leave, exiting your bedroom and closing the door behind you to give them some proper privacy. Glancing at the time you noticed it was getting a little late. Your daily sleep schedule had consisted of trying to be in bed by ten, just yet another boring part of your mundane routine. Though to be fair, owning a coffee shop had required you to open rather early, even if you only had a handful of early morning regulars.

Glancing into your fridge once again, you scope out some ingredients before deciding on an easy kimchi stew, making quick work of the vegetables as you swayed along to a random playlist. In the middle of cooking you feel something crawling up your leg and when you look down, low and behold, it’s the little ferret. It climbs the rest of your body with ease before settling down on your shoulder, to watch you cook. You notice its coat is much whiter now and smells faintly of your vanilla body wash.

“Hi, enjoy your shower?” The ferret chitters back and you have to bite back a coo from the sound. It just chills on your shoulder, seemingly interested in watching you as you cook. “Don’t know if you’re still hungry so i’ll leave the leftovers in the fridge and you can have it whenever you want,” You say while pouring yourself a bowl of your stew. You add some rice before moving to sit at your kitchen table. The ferret runs down your arm and onto the table, curling itself into a little ball.

“If you’re tired you could always sleep. There are three spare rooms and you could pick one if you’d like. At least to just stay the night,” It lifts its head to look at you, blinking slowly before jumping off the table to explore the rest of the house. You eat in silence, something you were used to so you don’t completely mind that the ferret has left you alone. You could have wished that it had kept you some company though. Even though he wouldn’t talk.

The rest of the night goes as normal and you don’t see the ferret again until you’re finally crawling into bed. Once you’re tucked under the sheets the familiar gleam of white fur is climbing up into your bed. You blink at the animal and it blinks back.

“You want to sleep here? Are you sure?” It hops over to you and crawls under the sheets, burying itself into your warm blankets. You let out a small laugh, seeing the small bump taking residence in your bed. “Well, if you’re sure,” You really don’t mind, which is probably strange in itself - to let a strange hybrid into your home and now your bed. Still, if it had wanted to hurt you it would have the moment it came inside or even after you fed it. Maybe it was a little naive of you but you had always tried to believed in the good in everyone. Even if people didn’t do the same for you.

Or you were just incredibly lonely. Could be possible.

You don’t continue that train of thought and instead, bid the ferret goodnight, turning off the lights and falling into a deep sleep.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

oh okay cool! could I request yandere Toby x reader headcanons and aesthetic board?

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I HEART MAKING AESTHETIC BOARDS RAHHHHH AND I ALSO HEART YANDERES GUYS REQUEST MORE YANDERE FICS PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

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Thank you so much for requesting!!

Yandere!Toby x Reader General Hcs

With Toby, I feel like he is less of the stereotypical yandere

He isn't like Ayano Aishi, or Yuno Gasai, his obssession is more desperate if that makes sense

For example, the people listed above spend their time protecting their beloved or making sure nothing comes between them

Toby however, spends his time doting on you (or the idea of you), stealing things from you, sending yearning love notes, etc

He doesn't truly have a desire to hurt people when it comes to you, he more so just wants to keep you around him at all times and stare at you like an animal in a zoo

But if it came down to it, and he felt like he had no other option, he isn't above killing someone for you

Whilst stalking you, he will spend his time aimlessly following you around like a lovesick puppy, picking up any trash you may drop and cherishing it forever

He will sneak into your home while you sleep, crawling into your bed with you and being ever so careful to cuddle you in a way you won't wake up and notice him

Once he's able to convince himself that he should get up, he will go around your house, smelling your clothes, looking at what snacks you like the best, and making a mental note of what soaps you use so he can buy them and smell just like you

He will also steal some clothes every now and then, but he feels bad about taking something from you so he won't do it often

You will be scratching your head, wondering where on earth that one t-shirt went, and Toby will be silently giggling to himself outside your window while breathing in the scent on the shirt he stole

While he is unhealthily obsessed with you, he still has a sense of logic about him, so he won't try to force you into loving him

He will gradually make his way into your life, whether that be the cute shy guy at the library, the dorky guy at the coffee shop, the man that you saw playing with a stray dog, etc, he will be there

And he will find a way into your heart one way or another

If he actually scores a relationship with you, his obsessive antics don't stop, they only ramp up now that he can be more open with them

Constantly staring at you, almost never blinking because he doesn't want to miss a second of your beautiful face

Always stealing your clothes so he can smell like you and show off who he belongs to

Being so so clingy and so so jealous, almost always having his arms wrapped around you and his nose in your neck, begging for you to kiss him and rub his head all sweet like

All the while, he is staring down the person that dared be anything more than slightly friendly to you, making sure they know exactly what their fate will be if they continue

He won't isolate you per se, but he will try to make sure your eyes are always on him

If you go out, he will be there with you, never separating from your side

If you don't look at him for too long, he will get upset and move your face to face his, giving you a pathetic pout and watery eyes

The way he sees it, he is your plaything, you are the only reason he exists, and he will do everything for you

If you wanted to straight up beat him up, push him around and spit in his face, he'd take it all with a smile and beg for more

If you wanted to hold him and kiss his face, telling him what a pretty boy he is, he'd be on the brink of tears while asking you not to stop

He is yours is what i'm trying to say

His mind is yours, his body is yours, his very soul is yours

He is yours

[lanthimo]

People saying Levi should have died and Yams only let him survive for fan service is hilarious because a) Yams isn't a fan service kinda writer b) Levi surviving makes so much sense? As the SC's strongest soldier, as the heart of the SC, he survived everything and lives to honor all their sacrifices and represents what they stood for, it is amazing writing. That's why Levi's last salute is so impactful: he fought so hard to give meaning to their deaths, he fought so hard for the world they dreamed of. Now he will continue to live in that world for his own sake and their sake, honoring them while also healing himself. His death would be pointless and only brain-dead anime fans who jerk off to every single anime death like it's the greatest piece of media ever would enjoy a pointless death. You can impress a random anime dudebro with a death scene even if your story is trash, it's hilarious how basic they are.

There is something seriously wrong with people who think grief lasts forever and your trauma never heals so if something bad happens to you, you should just die. This weird obsession with anime characters only being good if they heroically die is so fucking weird to me.

[valenshawke]

6 albums I’ve been listening to a lot lately! Plus one track from each that I’m especially fond of.

I was tagged by @captainhunnicutt. Thank you!

The Mandrake Project - Bruce Dickinson - "Many Doors to Hell"

I waited 18 god damn years for this album. And while Iron Maiden has released four albums in that time period, I'm actually a bigger fan of Bruce's solo material. This song in particular does hit on a lot of things I liked to write about around the time his last solo album was released. A vampire who wants to be human again. Not quite, but I did (and do I guess) like to explore the blessing and the curse of being a vampire.

Vessels - Starset - "Telepathic" & "Telepathic (Acoustic Version)"

Starset was the band @telekinetic-issue recommended to me after I recommended Ghost. So the great music exchange of 2022 led to, what is currently, my favorite Starset album. This song hit very close to me I listened to it obsessively as it very much captured my feelings towards my former best friend, before I finally managed to let that friendship go finally even though we hadn't really spoken since 2015.

72 Seasons - Metallica - "Lux Æterna"

Probably the first Metallica album since, uh, forever where I truly feel like they band tried to put out a quality song every track (don't argue with me about Load & ReLoad, there was ONE solid album if they made better track selections and had a bit tighter arrangement). As for "Lux Æterna," it's one of those pick-me-up songs that motivates me to try to get my life together.

Infestissumam - Ghost - "Year Zero"

In terms of album, it was this for Prequelle, Meliora, Impera. Impera, burned out listening to and absolutely hate one song on that album. Meliora benefits by having the Popestar EP on it, and thus having "Square Hammer." Prequelle has "Faith" and "Miasma"/"Dance Macabre" (you really need to listen to these two tracks back-to-back), and "Witch Image."

Infestissumam I listen to the most and regularly since it has my all-time favorite Ghost song, "Year Zero" and the "band" at this time was more focused on using religious imagery in such a dark way that hits the bitter ex-Catholic heart of mine in such a way that no other band can.

Once - Nightwish - "Planet Hell"

Tarja's last album with the band. Probably their last great album (no disrespect to Anette Olzon, Dark Passion Play and Imaginaerum were good albums). But a song about the contradictory nature of humanity and the notion that hell is really simply planet Earth? Yeah, that's a song for me.

Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex OST + - Yoko Kanno - "Lithium Flower"

Yes, I'm trash. I know this. I'm Tumblr. I came to Tumblr because of anime and manga. But this song is just 1. Amazing. 2. And based solely on one line, it's like the character song for my blorbo. But Yoko Kanno is one of those composers where, once you hear her work, you just bow to her brilliance. Her mixing of styles and finding singers to fit whatever vision she has is nothing short of amazing. But this song is one of those that when it comes on, just don't bother me because I will ignore everything to listen to the song in full.

And I'm no-pressure-tagging: @beardedladyqueen, @spoczkot, @anisaanisa, @albatrossisland, @connie-rubirosa, @byronicbi, @transgalvantula plus anyone else that wants to do this!

[hedwig221b]

oh my god! 🤩 trick or treat!! 👻🖤

I recall you were ok with mpreg (?). If not, send me another ask I'll give you non-abo 👀 🖤

Light chilly wind tickled the pages of the book that the omega held on his knees, and whined pitifully after failed attempts to capture his attention. Bundled up in black leather, scratchy wool and furs, Stiles watched a couple of birds stealing bits of frozen fat from the feeder, yet his mind was far away. A tender smile kept tugging the corner of his mouth up.

They were going to have a baby.

Stiles closed his eyes and huffed at the silly grin that took over his lips. He’d been like that for days now, feeling like he could float above the ground and dance with the snowflakes from how happy and light he felt.

He always thought that pregnancy would be a dark time for him. Looming death aside, he worried that he wouldn’t want a child from someone he despised, would break at the thought of another being living inside him. Yet, with Derek…

Stiles’ heart fluttered, as he traced the black droplets of words on the page.

Derek.

His precious face after he learned about the babe was still fresh in Stiles’ mind. His eyes were wide in fear, his closed mouth tight in awe and disbelief. When Derek told him what beautiful sound had just reached his ears, Stiles grinned and laughed, and swept his alpha in a victorious embrace. He didn’t say a word about the glistening of Derek’s eyes, how tight the alpha held him, or how he kept choking on words of love and gratuitousness.

Their little heaven, that’s what it was.

Oh, they would be so joyous, the three of them! They would—

Stiles frowned. He blinked the world back into his mind and inclined his head.

Someone was breathing heavily.

The omega turned his head this way and that yet saw no one. He was hiding from curious people in the gardens, just a touch inside of the crusted walls of the pine labyrinth. Stiles only dared to go far when Derek was beside him.

Someone stifled a moan.

With his heart slamming on his ribs, Stiles stood up, and looked closely into the needly teal blue bushes, but—

Stiles went still.

A man, broad and red in the face, stood hidden behind the bald spot in the wall. He was noble, from the looks of his clothes. His intense, half-lidded gaze was set on Stiles, as he took quick inhales. One of his hands was down near his groin, and he was—

Stiles shut his half-opened mouth, fighting the stomach bile that rose in his throat, swiveled around and ran.

It felt like, all of a sudden, he was covered in slimy dirt, gobbled up by the deepest moor with no way out.

The thin cover of snow crunched under his feet, and his breathing trailed after him like a cloud. The pikes of the castle towers sliced the grey sky above him. He needed to get inside. Away from… from…

His appeal would haunt him forever, Stiles realized, and even marriage wasn’t able to guarantee him peace. They smiled at him, while their gazes trailed across his body; they said nice things, yet who knew what was on their minds?

No wonder no one dared to speak to him in Derek’s presence. The wolf would’ve sniffed the lies out.

He would never go outside alone again. Fuck this. He would whine and tease, but he would drag Derek out of his boring meetings to have a stroll without men watching him and—

Stiles let out a sharp shout as someone caught his wrist.

“Don’t tell him,” a deep but pleading voice uttered.

Stiles inhaled sharply at the sight of the same man, then quickly broke out of his hold and stepped back.

“Don’t you touch me,” his voice trembled from anger and disgust.

The man’s face was red from the cold. His small brown eyes hooked onto Stiles’ face, with an animal fear trashing in them.

“He’ll kill me,” he exclaimed, following after Stiles. “Please, I— I haven’t even done anything—”

“You did enough,” Stiles bared his teeth, walking backward.

The man’s face went white. He lifted his hands, ready to fold them in prayer. “You cannot blame me for your beauty. You’re a curse to us all. You don’t even know how many of us you—” he stuttered, noticing something behind Stiles, then let out a scream and took off running.

Stiles didn’t even have time to turn, as a dozen warrior wolves swept past him in pursuit. Cold air burned his throat, as he stared at the inevitable. They would catch him. That man wasn’t—

He let out a scream, as someone grabbed his shoulders, and dropped his book. His heart stuttered as he saw who it was.

“What did he do?” Derek snarled, looking over Stiles’ face.

The wolf caught him, as Stiles sagged against him. Pushing his face into Derek’s chest, Stiles gulped greedily, grounding himself in the safety of his scent. His hands clutched at the lapels of the wolf’s big coat.

Derek pulled him close with his arms sliding across his back. “Tell me.”

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the sour burning in his throat. “Nothing, he… He watched me and…”

“And?”

“Pleasured himself.”

Derek’s silence covered Stiles’ skin in goosebumps.

He didn’t want to look, but as the screaming got louder, as the excited yips and growls grew closer, Stiles turned his head and nearly flinched.

The wolves dropped the blood-covered pale man at their feet and stepped back. He didn’t try to run again, instead shaking uncontrollably and pleading for something.

Derek took Stiles’ chin and turned his head to look into his eyes.

His irises were burning fire.

“I want you to watch.”

It was an order, the one that Stiles found himself immediately nodding over. Derek wanted to show him something. So he would.

A strange calmness settled over him, as Derek’s hands left him. Stiles watched in detachment as Derek walked over slowly to the cowering man and inclined his head.

“Did you like what you saw?” he asked in what seemed like a normal voice. Yet, his eyes still burned.

The man sniffled. “N-no.”

Derek smirked. “Liar.”

He began circling the man with measured steps, his hands locked behind his back.

“You think I don’t know the feeling?” he asked. “I know how my mate looks. How he smells. Can you smell him?”

“No, no, please…” the man slobbered over himself, shaking his head.

“Right, you can’t. You’re human.” Suddenly, he turned his head towards the wolves. “But you can.”

Stiles had never seen the warrior wolves this still. Some whined, some stood frozen with their ears flattened and backs hunched, pressed down by the force of submission.

The winds picked up.

“I know how it feels to look at him,” Derek continued, pinning a dozen wolves with one stare. “I am no different to you in that desire. He’s divine, isn’t he?” Derek met Stiles’ wide gaze and smiled coldly, before turning back. “All of you want him in your bed — or, anywhere, really. I hear what you whisper amongst yourselves, I see where your gaze falls.”

The nobleman made a pathetic sight. He seemed to stop listening to his leader, and just pleaded, shaking his head and rocking back and forth. The wolves stood frozen.

Derek put his foot under the man’s chin and lifted it from the ground, before catching his face in his hands. Long claws pierced through his cheeks, forcing a wail out of the damned soul.

Stiles shivered but continued watching.

“My mate is irresistible, yet my wolves learned to resist,” Derek murmured, studying the man’s snot-covered face. “I don’t think you would.”

“No! Have mercy! I will resist, I would never look at him anymore—”

Derek smiled. “Of that I am sure.”

He cupped the man’s cheeks, put the tips of his claws against the man’s eyes and pushed.

This, Stiles couldn’t bear. He closed his eyes and turned away, but the blood-curdling scream still reached his ears.

And it didn’t stop.

Stiles could barely hear Derek’s “Make his death slow, else you’ll suffer the same fate.” to his wolves over the wailing. This time, when the alpha took him by the shoulders, he didn’t flinch.

“Let’s go have a bath,” Derek muttered to him, his voice gentle as always. “You must be cold…”

Stiles laid his hand over Derek’s and held it, seeking reassurance in the slick hot bloodied skin.

“Join me?” he asked quietly, barely heard over the sound of tearing flesh and sharp cries.

“If I ever refuse, consider me dead.”

[labelle-verte]

About movie parallels and telephatic connections

As a teenager I was quickly impacted by the bond Taichi and Sora (from Digimon) shared, much deeper than others, as brightly put in the novels:

“Because of the smooth two-top coordination that Taichi and Sora showed within their soccer plays, he must have gotten the mistaken impression that they shared a telepathic link. Perhaps he thought Sora would use it to get Taichi to come flying out to see him.”

It wasn’t just a male main character meant for the female one. It was conflictous, complex, realistic and pretty much solid. 

There was no way not to worship them.

Some say Sora is obsessed with windows but in reality she was trying to connect to Taichi all the time.

I’m getting older but still very much obsessed with Tai and Sora’s connection. Yes, I’m a nearly forty years taiora trash.

That said, I watched Past Lives some time ago and I couldn’t help but draw a parallel with my favorite ship from the anime world.

It’s all there: the long term friendship, the growing apart, the “what ifs”, the one-sidedness, the complexity, bittersweetness and tenderness beyond place and time.

No, it can’t stay like this forever. Something will always remain not only in this but beyond life. “There is a word in Korean. In-Yun. It means "providence” or “fate”. But it’s specifically about relationships between people. I think it comes from Buddhism and reincarnation. It’s an In-Yun if two strangers even walk by each other in the street and their clothes accidentally brush. Because it means there must have been something between them in their past lives.”

(Wait, let me remove something that just fell in my eye. :~)

And it’s funny how, in the Last Evolution Kizuna movie art, if we take away the other characters, Sora and Tai trace parallel paths. And, from what I remember from school, parallel lines meet at the end, at always, at infinity.

So, in my headcanon, all this adorable-stormy-irreplaceable relationship will only get stronger over the years (physically or not).

"Finally, let’s remember That less for less gives more love If the parallels will at infinity meet Why do it take so long for two hearts to integrate?” (Tom Jobim’s “Math Class” - my translation)

That´s all. For now. ;)

Lots of love! @earlgreymon and @dutchforstrangers this post is for you guys, just adore each one of yours.

[pluckyredhead]

We made it, you guys! I'm wrapping up my blitz through all the Fourth World canon. I've already covered the comics of the 70s, the 80s, the 90s, and the 00s, so now let's get into everything post-Flashpoint!

Wonder Woman (2011): I'll be honest: this series is Not Valid, and Orion only shows up as a supporting character for about a dozen issues, so I just skimmed his appearances rather than actually reading the whole volume. Anyway this version of Orion slaps Diana's ass and hits on her relentlessly and isn't even from Apokolips. Highfather is emotionally abusive. No one else from the Fourth World even shows up. Throw it all directly in the trash.

Infinity Man and the Forever People (2014): Genuinely who was asking for a New 52 book about the Forever People (the most optimistic of Kirby's creations) written by Dan DiDio (a man on the record as saying he wanted "to take the smile out of comics")? Shockingly, it's not as bad as I was bracing myself for. I mean, the lore changes are baffling (Darkseid and Highfather are brothers! the Infinity Man is Highfather's conscience and that's why New 52 Highfather's such a dick all the time! Big Bear is from Apokolips and has a secret, angrier face because he's like a bonus Orion now!). And the art rotates through four or five different artists and all of the issues not drawn by Tom Grummett are hideous. But mostly it's just very boring and pointless? Let's all ignore it forever.

Green Lantern/New Gods (2014): Hey, do you remember when Green Lantern was one of DC's most successful franchises and they were publishing five simultaneous GL-related ongoings and they oversaturated the market so badly they could barely keep one GL book going until recently? I'm not saying shit like this is what killed the goose that laid the golden egg, but...I'm not not saying that either. (No seriously, I am genuinely fascinated by whatever the fuck DC did to the Lanterns in the 2000s and 2010s as, like, a publishing cautionary tale, but that's a story for another post.)

This was a three-month crossover across all five GL books - Green Lantern (Hal's book), Green Lantern Corps (John's book), Green Lantern: New Guardians (Kyle's book), Red Lanterns (Guy's book), and Sinestro - plus a New Gods one shot and a GL annual. That's 17 issues that are meant to be read in order to follow the story, and then you can optionally also read the tie-in issues of Infinity Man and the Forever People, which makes a whopping total of 20 issues dedicated to this storyline.

So what was the plot of this grand saga? Uh...Highfather tries to steal all the rings of every Corps like he's the fucking Trix Rabbit or something. The end.

Yeah, it's a mystery what killed the GL publishing juggernaut. 🙄

(Side note: this crossover adds a brand new Original Character Do Not Steal who is from Apokolips and was raised by Highfather and has a Secret Rage Face. After Infinity Man and the Forever People also gave Big Bear a Secret Rage Face. STOP STEALING ORION'S SHIT. You don't need extra bonus Orions, Regular Orion is right there!)

Bug! The Adventures of Forager (2017): This is a very charming, very strange series that isn't in continuity (it was part of the Young Animal imprint) and doesn't really forward the plot of the New Gods in any way, but it's funny and enjoyable. Basically, Forager wakes up after his death in Cosmic Odyssey (29 years prior, for those keeping track) and goes on a time- and reality-hopping adventure in which he interacts with various characters Kirby wrote and drew for DC over the years (although oddly, very few New Gods). It's the sort of series that rewards the long-time comic book reader, but I still enjoyed it even though I was very aware I was missing references. I wouldn't recommend it if you're brand new to comics, though.

Hal Jordan and the Green Lantern Corps (2016): Orion's in a couple arcs of this run, and they're pretty fun. Orion's heart gets removed from his body and Kyle keeps him alive with a construct! Hal races Lightray! Orion helps the GLs fight a shit ton of Darkstars! There isn't much in the way of advancing New Gods Lore (TM) here, but this is a pretty good series in general. A fun time!

Mister Miracle (2017): Sigh.

You know, the frustrating thing about this series is that some aspects of it are really good. The art is superb. Some of the humor really lands. Funky Flashman as the Frees' nanny is an utter delight. (The bit where he retells the Galactus Trilogy as "Jake's story" is especially charming.) The subtler take on Granny and the way Scott is still wrestling with her abuse and his complicated feelings about her is heartbreaking. And the big twist, when Darkseid demands baby Jacob in exchange for peace, and Scott's agony over the decision, is utterly wrenching. It's such a good conflict to give Scott, to have him try to wrestle with the decision his own father made and what the right answer is. I even believe King read more than one issue of Mister Miracle (1971) to research this! I mean, he references the Lump. That's a pretty deep cut.

But it's all undercut by his decision to make Orion a villain. King's Orion isn't just brutal and wrongheaded, like some earlier writers have portrayed him - he's a vindictive sadist who craves power and enjoys humiliating someone who, in all previous canon, he eagerly embraced as a brother. He has elaborately cruel plans and enjoys making others know their place - Orion, who is historically as subtle and refined as a two-by-four to the head. He's out of character in basically every possible way.

But this isn't just me being like "How dare you get my blorbo wrong?!" (That's my reaction to King's depiction of Lightray as a simpering toady.) Making Orion a villain, as I have said many times at this point, betrays a fundamental misunderstanding of the Fourth World's central concept, which is, like...not a hard concept to grok. The point of the baby swap isn't to see whether nature or nurture is stronger. It's that both babies grow up to be heroes. It's that good is stronger than evil. And if Orion isn't a hero, the whole thing falls apart. Instead, we get a bleak and fundamentally unbalanced take on the Fourth World that begins with a suicide attempt and ends with Scott resigning himself to a life from which he desperately wants to escape. And again, again, King's pessimism is mistaken for depth because someone else drew it real good.

Anyway I hate this comic, the end.

Justice League Odyssey (2018): The New Gods didn't really have a home base post-Flashpoint, which is why I'm covering so many books that aren't really New Gods books (Wonder Woman, the various GL books), because my crops are dying and I'm desperate for Orion to show up on his little scooter. Anyway this is actually first and foremost a Jessica Cruz book, which isn't really a complaint because I love her. Basically, Cyborg, Starfire, and Azrael (who is pretty OOC and also why is he here??? he doesn't know these people and he can't breathe in space?????) decide to go on an Illegal Space Adventure and Jessica tries to stop them and they all get swept up into an incredibly convoluted plan by Darkseid to turn everyone but Jessica into a NEW New God and take over the universe? Or maybe destroy it? UNCLEAR. Also the last time they all saw Darkseid he was a baby but now he's not anymore. How? UNCLEAR.

Darkseid kills Jessica but it doesn't take because she's the GOAT, but now he's taken control of Vic, Kori, and JPV, so Jessica has to team up with Orion, Blackfire, and Dex-Starr the Red Lantern cat to defeat Darkseid and rescue the others. Overall this book is so unrelentingly high stakes and cosmic that I kind of tuned out. After a while I just hit "we have to save the universe!!!" fatigue. But a huge part of the second half of the series is just Jessica yelling at Orion until he grumpily does what she tells him, and I truly could have read 40 more issues of that. I hope when it was all over he went and pouted at Lightray about how the Green Lantern was SO MEAN to him (he deserved it).

Verdict: Don't bother to read for New Gods continuity, do read if you love Jessica Cruz.

Mister Miracle: The Source of Freedom (2021): This book reintroduces Shilo Norman to the post-Flashpoint universe as a celebrity superhero and escape artist who aggressively protects his secret identity, because his predecessor Thaddeus Brown, who is Black in this series (and presumably going forward), had a public identity and dealt with horrible racism from the public. But his mask is partially torn off when he's attacked by N'vir Free, the daughter of Scott and Barda Free - who Shilo has never heard of. While Shilo tries to figure out who the Frees are and why N'vir thinks he stole her father's legacy, he also discovers that Thaddeus was secretly his grandfather, and has to unpack all of his emotional hangups about his own identity and legacy.

This is a great book for the humans of Kirby's Mister Miracle and a terrible one for the New Gods. Scott and Barda are not only dead, but their memories have been erased from most people's minds. N'vir is an awful character with a stupid name, and also a fascist dictator, which is...a choice for Scott and Barda's kid. (I'm assuming all of this is either taking place in a different universe than the main DCU, or has been retconned away, because Barda is currently appearing in Birds of Prey and is perfectly fine. And perfectly perfect. Please read Birds of Prey.) Orion does show up for a bit and he's great here, but he doesn't remember Scott either, which hurt my heart.

But it's a great book for Shilo, who gets to be a complicated, endearing but flawed protagonist instead of a sidekick who tends to get forgotten for years at a time. I'm a bit torn on having him be related to Thaddeus, since I like the idea of Shilo becoming a hero on his own smarts and spunkiness rather than inheriting it, but it allows for some really beautiful themes about legacy and being proud of where you come from, so it suits the story really well. And Oberon is a delight the whole way through (as always). Overall a good book, but somewhat to the side of the overall New Gods saga.

THE END. We did it, you guys! Now DC please greenlight a new New Gods book, thank you.

(Actually it should be double length and reversible so when you hold it one way it's a New Gods book and when you flip it to the "back" cover it's a Mister Miracle book and the stories intertwine. Do you see the vision???)

[a-wonderful-danganronpa]

🧚 DESIGN: Izumo Ohigata, face concept 1

[NO SPOILERS]

"Hey, when you die, will you let me do the digging around in your guts?"

with her face now tangible, our Undertaking Wonder now has a tentative beta name: Izumo Ohigata (大日向 泉)! say hello!

Izumo's face is one that came to me quite clearly as i was doodling out possibilities. in my notebook, the design that would eventually become the above picture has multiple hearts around it and the word "she" underlined over and over.

(indeed, my manager said she is going to goon to this character. you are allowed to goon if you want, since she's an adult. i do not prohibit AWD gooning.)

our Undertaking Wonder claims, alternatively, that she's looking for a hero, that she's a princess, or that she's the main character of "this story," and i wanted something tomboyish and cute to reflect that. mischievous and bubbly, but not quite Ibuki or Hiyoko.

you can't quite tell now, but her overall aesthetic is a "tattered goth" kind-of look, as she's got a shinetown impoverished background, or so she says. (she's been on the run with her mother forever, until she found safe harbor at the Monastery.)

when i was a Cub(tm) we called this kind of thing "tribal goth" but that moniker has its...issues, and no one calls it that anymore, thankfully. i'm not sure about the current term for this aesthetic, but it's that. post apoc goth. trash goth. took a nice piece of cloth off a dead body goth. that kind of thing.

my favorite part of the design, other than her Glorious Anime Girl Fangy? her irises, which you can see in the eye close-up there.

but then, i didn't design her irises.

[foxglovefaun]

OC Associations: Ross

I got tag gamed!!! tagged! in a tag game! (yes!)

I don’t usually do these because I get tagged, and then i say “hell yeah! I’ll do this as soon as I get a minute!” and then my auDHD rinses my brain in the sink and I forget entirely

Thanks for tagging me @wunjotheork :3

Animal: Pigeon Colors: Magenta, grey, scarlet Month: May Song: When You Grow Up Your Heart Dies - Gunship Number: 69 Day or night: Night Plant: Lilac Smells: Whiskey, cigarette smoke, maple syrup Gemstone: Pyrite and rose quartz Season: Spring Places: rooftop at night, back alley before trash pickup Food: char siu bao (like 12 of them) Astrological sign: Gemini Element: fire Drink: bubble tea

as usual I want to tag everybody but I can’t realistically do that so today i'm tagging @mouscribble @officially-khat @coggedcorset @glitchinginthegarden @kayas-kosmos and as usual forever no pressure :3

[oinkinpigprince]

Scientist!Charlie x Android!Pim 🙏

Wow, I this is fascinating! I love Detroit become human but honestly I feel like I’m going to have fun with this :o))!!

I’ll be referring to Pim as an it, for the sillies

Scientist!Charlie x android!Pim

Charlie has been working on his latest invention for about a decade, since he was getting older(he’s only 30??) he wanted a companion to keep him company and share his secrets with

So he created P.I.M! It isn’t an acronym he just thought it would be more sciencey. A companion he could share all his thoughts with

He actually didn’t create Pim with the idea of romance, Pim was just suppose to be a kind supportive friend. Charlie found himself seeking Pim for comfort when troubles arise in his life, especially social life.

Pim was given the ability to adapt and learn as it goes, getting pretty limited access to the internet during the earlier years to ensured he stayed positive and optimistic! It mainly watched light hearted comedies and romance movies, documentaries about anything, and animated movies/shows. Which morphed its personality a considerable bit

After charlie made sure Pim wouldn’t go bat shit and rip peoples spines out, he let Pim have free roam of the world. Until someone put Pim in a trash can then Charlie decided to stay close to him when it wanted to leave. Pim was just too trusting and believed everyone is his friend(he still thinks that)

Charlie of course kept tabs on Pim, watching him progress and learn. Pim didn’t like the sad or more brutal movies like Charlie did, it was interesting to see the androids reasons.

After a while he just kinda stopped, Pim became more and more like a true friend. Charlie was shocked with the humanity and understanding the robot showed. A small voice use to tell him that it was just because he was programmed to think this way, but as the two got to know each other more and more Charlie felt, like Pim was more of a person.

Pim grew more fond of Charlie as he learned about everything, it was like Pim had known Charlie for years. It asked questions and was fascinated by the answers, it never seemed to get tired of talking to Charlie, program or not. Charlie is his most special friend in the whole world

Charlie realized he had developed a crush on Pim when one night the two were talking and Pim leaned on Charlie to show comfort. He felt his heart race like never before, it scared him almost

Pim just is very physically affectionate with Charlie and it makes him so flustered. He loves it but he also hates it, it’s confusing

Talking about romance with Pim was a little, confusing. Pim couldn’t seem to understand the concept of it, it’s like a person you REALLY like right? Someone you want to spend your whole life with? Isn’t that just a really close friend?

The reason why Pim can’t figure it out is because he loves Charlie, and it just had no idea how to process romance so the closest thing it could find was friendship

Charlie had to explain “No Pim, friends don’t just kiss each other. Have you been kissing random people? Is that why I found you in the trash can?”

Pim is very straight forward with Charlie, scarily straight forward. When it finally clicked he straight up looked at Charlie and said “oh! I love you!” And Charlie just stood there blushing

Charlie has to explain what happens next after the, very interesting confession and Pim is so excited, NOW WE GET TO HUG? LETS GO!

It loves how soft and warm Charlie is, Pims soft ig but it’s artificial softness and it’s cold af. It likes to just curl into Charlie and feel the warmth of blood

Charlie gets so protective over Pim, he’s scared Pim will honestly trust the wrong person and divulge all of their personal information

Pim will forever see Charlie as is best friend, and is glad it got to know Charlie when it did

I can so easily make this sad :3

[littlefankingdom]

Bruce throwing a batarang at his son's throat makes no sense

When you read a comics, you have to ask yourself "is this in character or does it only serve the plot?", because comics LOVE to disregard a character's personality or morals to make their plot work. If it's the second one, I like to throw it in the trash that isn't canon.

Well, the batarang accident in Under The Red Hood is one of them. Let me explain:

The front of a human throat is a very delicate area of our body. On the back, we have our bones to protect the shit in there (and it is still a fragile area. One hit well placed, and you're dead), but the front is full access to so much stuff. When killing someone in a single strike, one could choose to slice their throat. There's only 2cm between the skin's surface and the principal arteries, a small blade is enough. At least, you can hurt their vocal cords. At worse, you cut the link between the heart, the lungs and the brain (aka, they're dead).

Bruce does not kill, so him targetting the throat with a sharp object is already out of character. It's too risky, he could easily kill them. But to his own son??? That he grieved and who is back from the dead??? Completely crazy.

So why? Why writing Batman throwing a batarang at his son's throat? Here is my theory:

I am 99% sure that you are not supposed to pick a side in Under The Red Hood, that it was intended to be a story where there was no clear solution, neither Jason or Bruce are totally right and both have their own good reasons for their actions and decisions. It's another nail in the coffin to demonstrate that the Joker won that day he killed Jason. Whatever happens, he wins, because the Joker only wants one thing: to mentally break Batman. It's difficult to write a story with such a goal, to be able to make your readers side with both at the same time. You need to balance everyone's actions so noone is too much of a "bad" guy.

However, at this point, Jason has already attacked Tim 2 TIMES. And even if Jason has his reasons to do so, Tim is completely innocent and does not deserve it. He's just a teenager doing his best to help others. Jason has hurt Tim badly, a good guy, and they need to balance this out. And so, they decide to make Bruce throws a batarang at Jason's throat.

It didn't work as intended AT ALL, because a lot of y'all totally forgive Jason's brutal attacks on an innocent teenager, but will not forgive Bruce throwing a batarang to the throat of his son, even if he is a mass murderer and attempted to kill another of his protegees at this point (I'm just pointing out why it wasn't a predictable outcome for the writing team. This is literally a post about how I hate that they made Bruce threw a batarang at Jason's throat, don't come at me)

And in the animated movie adaptation, done years later, Bruce doesn't throw a batarang at Jason's throat, but at his hand holding the gun (this confrontation is so better in the movie. With Jason pointing his gun at the Joker, than at himself, showing that, inside, he doesn't want the Joker dead, he wants his father's attention, he wants him to show that he cares, because Bruce sucks at showing emotions and communation. And, when the building exploses, Bruce throws himself over Jason to protect him, probably the same way he wished he could have all those years ago. Good shit right there) Why make this change? Is it because a batarang to the throat that too gruesome for the format? Or is it because the Titans' Tower didn't happen in the animated universe (RIP Tim, forever in Queer Jail)? Or is it because they have seen how people reacted to the comics and didn't like it?

It's just a theory, but I'm pretty sure I'm right.

Shout out to the fanfic writers who say the batarang hit Jason's hand and ricocheted into his neck, making it an accident. That's possible, Bruce can fuck up a bit with the emotions and everything going on.

[ruinmemes]

NATURAL BORN LOSERS / SENTENCE STARTERS 

track 01. poacher's pride.

❝  let it bleed.  ❞

❝  i know one day hell will catch up to me.  ❞

❝ when it's done there wont be anything left.  ❞

❝  i did not cry.  ❞

track 02. mean.

❝  you are the way you always were.  ❞

❝ you like your cruel games.  ❞

❝  i like it when it hurts like hell.  ❞

❝  there's nothing you can do to me i wouldn't do to myself.  ❞

❝  i'll be bound to you in leather and chains  ❞

track 03. white trashing.

❝ show no remorse.  ❞

❝  all that glitters is not gold.  ❞

❝ carved your name into my leg.  ❞

❝  inherited your dad's crazy eyes.  ❞

❝ yeah, this place gets old.  ❞

❝  it's really hard.  ❞

track 04. swan.

❝ you can't forgive me.  ❞

❝ if i had the gun i'd choose to shoot again.  ❞

❝ he taught me to be a good shot.  ❞

❝  you love the sound of sorry.  ❞

❝ you still pretend you don't know.  ❞

track 05. in the land.

❝ hell has a name.  ❞

❝ got the tape recorder in.  ❞

❝ spread apart her legs and pull her soul out of the body that it's in.  ❞

❝  a starving animal will always feed.  ❞

❝ never grow old.  ❞

❝ give it up for the milk carton angel.  ❞

❝ she'll never grow old.  ❞

track 06. alligator blood.

❝ i'm a sucker for the love of the flesh.  ❞

❝ it still gets to me.  ❞

❝ he held my head and made me watch.  ❞

❝  grow up weak or grow up tough.  ❞

❝ he'd always hold my head under the water a little too long.  ❞

❝ be all guts, no glory.  ❞

❝ all survivor, no guilt.  ❞

❝ he calls me his crocodile tears.  ❞

track 07. executioner.

❝ baby, you have to pay in this way or another.  ❞

❝ for as long as we've known each other you've been playing this game with death...  ❞

❝  unprepared to meet your god.  ❞

❝  they think that you emit the light, but you only take it in.  ❞

❝ you'll scream out for your father.  ❞

❝ you'll scream out for your father and in darkness, i pray you will never find him again.  ❞

track 08. american tradition.

❝ he wants to be just like his father.  ❞

❝ if i bleed to death, it doesn't matter.  ❞

❝  my baby, he's still the winner.  ❞

❝  things don't go like they should.  ❞

❝ it's no good.  ❞

track 09. angels of porn ii.

❝ it's harder to be good in here.  ❞

❝ i try to stir my conscience, it was never really there.  ❞

❝  everything is fine in heaven.  ❞

❝  soak all my clothes in holy water.  ❞

track 10. a marvellous persona.

❝ i think i'm dying.  ❞

❝ you tried, ____, we all did.  ❞

❝  shut up! shut up, will ya? don't quit...  ❞

❝  we have to go now.  ❞

track 11. you're so cool.

❝ you're so cool, you're so cool.  ❞

❝ wild eyes, they're black like magic eight balls.  ❞

❝  when i'm good i'm very good, but when i'm bad i'm better.  ❞

❝  i'm yours forever.  ❞

❝  they wanna break your heart.  ❞

❝ you carry all that suffering.  ❞

❝  i can see the future and there's no death.  ❞

❝ you and i, we're angels.  ❞

[fenixfoxtrot510]

Bless the Hiring and PR Managers of both Heroes and Villains.

-Villain's Lair-

"Trash man, was it? We're sorry but we don't have any positions open suited to your.... unique expertise.... The heros are hiring new side kicks though. You can try them."

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO BE A STINKIN HERO! I WANT TO RAIN GARBAGE AND DESTRUCTION DOWN UPON EVERYONE!"

"DON'T YOU DARE THROW THAT TRASHCAN AT ME!"

"SOON EVERYONE WILL FEEL MY WRATH!!"

"SECURITY!!!"

-Down The Hall-

"I'm sorry? You destroyed WHAT!!!"

"I accidentally destroyed a park with my death ray."

"FOR FUCKS SAKE MAN!!!"

"It was an accident!!"

"Like the nursing home was?!"

"I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS A NURSING HOME THERE!"

"THIS IS WHY YOU LOOK AT THE FUCKING MARKED GOOGLE MAP THAT YOUR P.A. PRINTS OUT AND GIVES YOU EVERYTIME YOU PLOT, INSTEAD OF JUST LOOKING AT THE MAP ON YOUR PHONE! THEY MARK THAT SHIT SO YOU CAN AVOID IT!! MOTHER OF FUCK!!!"

-Hero's Sanctum-

"And you are applying for a sidekick position?"

"Yes!"

"And you control deadly snakes?"

"Yes ma'am! Though they aren't real snakes! That'd be animal endangerment! They're made with magic!"

"Have you thought about being a protégé for a villain at all?"

"No? Why would I?"

"It's just.... With your skill set, it'd be very difficult to break into the world of heroics. Now, I'm not saying you can never be a hero. Just that people with your kind of powers usually have an easier time if they start out as villains with a heart of gold then later transition into being a hero after a redemption arc where you win the friendship of other heros by helping them save the world."

"That all seems very convoluted and complicated."

"Oh it is but it will get you in the heroics business after 1 or 2 seasons guaranteed. Where as trying to start in heroics will only scare the public into hating you and they will drive you to the side of evil with the only out being redemption through death."

".... I guess I'll think about it. Maybe take your suggestion. I got to talk with my mom first and see what she thinks. I do really want to be a hero though!"

"Then I hope to see you again in a year or two! Here's a card for a reputable villain that most starting heros work with. That way you can make friends with other new heros your age and fit in faster as opposed to trying to establish yourself with an older group of heroes that would only treat you like a kid forever."

"Thank you!"

-Down the Hall-

"YOU LET HIM DESTROY A PARK?!"

"I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS THERE WHEN I DODGED THE DEATH RAY!!"

"OH THAT IS FUCKING IT!! THE NURSING HOME WAS ONE THING! WHAT WITH IT'S ASBESTOS AND LEAD THAT CITY HALL KNEW AND DID NOTHING ABOUT!! BUT WE ARE ABSOLUTELY GETTING YOU AN APPOINTMENT TO AN EYE DOCTOR AFTER I FINISH DEALING WITH THIS!!!"

"BUT I LOOK TERRIBLE IN GLASSES!!"

"TOO BAD!!!!"

[bloodgulchblog]

Alright fuck it, s2e1 liveblog.

I'm watching this with people later so the goal is just to get through it enough to sate my impatience, so I'm back to ye olde standby of watching it at high speed with subtitles on. (...Only I guess I'm gonna be slowed down by making comments, huh?)

Spoilers and uncharitable opinions and unfunny jokes will follow.

Not going to talk about stuff in the episode opener until it comes back bc there's not enough to say anything about.

5 minutes in and we're already doing whatever this is huh?

6:30 - Alright okay, fuck, Vannak took his spine pellet out and gets to have one (1) personality trait and it's animal facts and I kind of don't hate that. TV Chief is very unlikable but characters like Kai and Vannak playing the angle of having very youthful quirks bc having emotions is new is cute.

~10:00 - I have nothing to say yet about spooky shapes in the fog but I think this shot of Chief back to back with a marine is fun. Also I wonder if Corporal Perez (this character) will still matter 5 minutes from now.

Also looks like the foggy sword fight from the trailer is here, too difficult to get any kind of cap that doesn't suck out loud. I'm thinking about how I heard someone making a big deal about how Season 2 feels "less like a video game" (whatever that means), meanwhile "fog full of stealth sword guys trying to kill you" feels very very video game level.

~13:00 - Man, and I really thought that sword fighting stuff in the trailer was a solid indicator they were dragging Thel 'Vadamee into this mess. Hey guys look, Arbiter's in this season. 4,000 of him!

Additionally, if a bunch of people decide this is a ship the fandom owes me twenty dollars.

~15:00 - Congrats to Perez for surviving five minutes. Also, we're still doing whatever this is:

16 minutes in we finally get the show's opener. (It has the Halo in it now, I don't think it was there before but let's be perfectly honest it's not like I cared a lot.)

~17:30 or something, reminded once again that a lot of people are attracted to this actor

Also guess what, Keyes is an Admiral now I guess????

Do we think he still gets to get eaten by the Flood eventually? Do we think the Flood will even be in here? Place ur bets at the counter.

Anyway, they're basically diving into a big timeskip here where a bunch of planets have been glassed since last season (including Madrigal). This whole AU is weird to the bone in terms of how its timeline is shaking out.

Anyway anyway, aww here we go

"I'm not here to replace Dr Halsey, I'm here because I believe in you!"

Ohhhhh he knows all the Spartans' names already, ohhhhh they want the audience to like this mf so bad, they want it to be such a tweest that he sucks shit-

Moving right along, at 22:30 we have the Rubble having a crowd decide whether various refugees should be spaced or taken into indentured servitude, because of course we do.

tl;dw the nebbish redhead knows where Catherine Halsey is and there's a big bounty out for her and he's trying to use it as a bargaining chip to not die and everyone thinks that's very funny, also Soren is here. I guarantee he decides to go after her, but first we have to have a scene cut back to whatever TV Chief is doing.

Man I'm really noticing they haven't shown the weird ridged rubber tech suit yet this episode, I wonder if they decided to replace it.

Anyway here's Perez, I still think they want people to start shipping:

Then Jimmy Rings has a meeting with tv show's new guy they want you to like so bad.

Also he says "The O-N-I" like a complete tool. (This is how you know he sucks.)

And while I'm talking trash about him: Ackerson stop flirting, didn't they tell you nobody's allowed to be gay in Halo? Get your shit together.

Thus ends the dream of the funniest possible universe where we just had Cortana: The Show forever. Someone get the penny whistle. My heart will not go on. 😢

Fuck, I was doing timestamps, right? I'm like half an hour in.

THEY STILL WANT YOU TO THINK ACKERSON CARES, BY THE WAY, IN CASE YOU DID NOT NOTICE

They're laying this on so thick so fast there's no way he's not a shitweasel in this AU, but also that would be the funniest possible thing to me.

(If anyone ships this, the fandom owes me forty dollars and therapy.)

ANYWAY... Action figure time. (Remember to boycott Jazwares!)

Soren's kid is playing with a MASTER CHIEF ACTION FIGURE and being weird, meanwhile Soren's wife is calling him out on shit and reminding him that refugees being turned away is, you know, bad.

Congrats to Soren's wife for continuing to be the most unexpectedly sympathetic supporting character I guess, but they made Soren so unlikable off the 1st season it's hard for me to feel investment of any kind here.

35 minutes in: the Spartans are watching a space TV broadcast. They have Ca-ADMIRAL. Admiral. Admiral Keyes presenting the Colonial Cross to Corporal Perez for blah blah blah you saw the start of the episode. The shape of the ceremony and the hovering tv drone thing are obvious H2 references.

(Does this mean Perez is our Sergeant Johnson now? Vote with your phones.)

Get your face out of here, Ackerson, I know what you are.

Oh god there's another team of Spartans (Cobalt) and having adult Spartan-IIs call each other names like children is fucking weird.

Aaaaand tumblr is capping the number of images I can post here and I'm still only about half way done. Fuck. I am not doing this this way for Episode 2 I can promise you that.

(Also hey look the tech suit is back, I guess Silver Team doesn't use it so much anymore to show you they're more human now or whatever?)

[queenbees21]

|[Memories of you • • •]|

Summary: Memories… oh how precious they can be… but they can also be a little shitty too when there’s someone that you’re trying to forget…. But forgetting can be hard too, since you’re everywhere within everything…

Warning: grammar errors, not proffered, “yandere” Izana, slight OOC Izana, hardcore angst T^T (maybe..?) 😅🥲, a bit of profanity, Izana being a little big of a pervert (verbally)

Quote by: Martha Shaw

🎴PT2 🎴

This is the Second part of “Selfish really..”

Inspiration: Glass Animals: HeatWaves

A/n: hope you all enjoy it, also; did I make you all suffer? 😈 that was my master plan!! My plan was to “leave it” as it is and then BAM anonymously make a pt2 😌💥💥💥

“Izana… come on, you can’t stay in there forever…” Kakucho call out behind the locked door.

It’s been a year since your marriage; it took place somewhere in the Fall… a Fall wedding. Although; it wasn’t a winter wedding; you were still contempt. Well, course you were! You were happily marrying the man of your “dreams”.

‘Bullllll shit, the man of my dreams; tch, my ass.’ Izana scoffed at his own thought. He was on his couch, changing the channels of the TV. He didn’t really care what it was, he just wanted something to do.

But… You always did wished for “Christmas Weddings”.... or whatever you use to call it.

Izana was going to, and with all his heart; give you that dame dream wedding. But obviously! It ain’t gonna ever happen. So ‘might as well throw that dame dream in the motha fuc- ..freak—…ing trash…’

“Oh right… she didn’t want me saying bad words anymore…” Izana chuckled, as he remembered the memory. You scolded him for saying too much profanity; hell! you even made him keep his word to not think about it.

[[•MEMORY LANE•]]

“Izana! You know no woman will ever want you if you keep using such vile language!” You scolded him. You had your arm around his, as you both walked down the street. You pretty little eyes, look up at him. Trying to convince him somehow.

But; it wasn’t working, how can he take you seriously with such a cute face. All he wanted to do was kiss that little pout off. “Sorry Angel, I just-can’t help it. It’s in my “blood”, my vocabulary. So there’s no way, can’t stop it.” He grins, teasingly.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “We’ll don’t go crying to me if the girl of your dreams doesn’t stay by your side. All because of that ugly habit of yours.” You state, looking ahead of the street.

Izana puts his hand over his heart, as he hisses then cringes, at your affirmation. He fakes his heartbreak, but in reality; he was rather amused

“Ah, we’ll shit. There goes my chances-“

“Izana!”

“I’m kidding!” He jokes. He proceeds to take ahold of your cheek, and playfully squish it. A charming smile plastered on his face. You whine in pain and annoyance.

“Anyways,” Izana says, as he lets go of your face. In a loving manner, he gently smooths your cheek; trying to smooth out the pain.

“I saw this new cafe shop that just opened two days ago wanna go check it out-“ Before Izana could even finish his suggestion, you cut him off with you finger being place on his soft lip.

“No, no, no, Mister. Before you start taking me out on dates. You gotta promise me you won’t say anymore bad words from now on. Understood,” You state, without realizing what you called your hangouts a “date”.

“Ooooh, so your taking me out on dates now are we~” Izana mischievously teases you. Stunned by his response, you shook you head in embarrassment. Your cheeks had a cherry hue to it. You hadn’t realized your mistake of calling your hangouts a “date”. Until now…

“Oh! N-no, no, t-that’s not what I meant! W-What I was j-just saying is that I-“ you stutter your words out.

“No, no, no Angel! You said it’s a date. Therefore; it’s a date. No more taking it back~ it’s too late!” Izana cheerfully exclaim. A big smile was on his face, as yours was flushed. He takes your hand off his arm and hold it, he excitedly strolls the stress making his way to the café. With you, by his side.

[[•PRESENT TIME: CAFE•]]

Now here he is, the exact cafe where you had token him. With some chick Kakucho set him up with.

She was beautiful, he’ll give her that. Her (Hc) curls, reached up to her shoulders. Her hair was parted to the side, as some of her baby hairs would fall on her face.

Her soft orbs, gazes at him. As she smiles lightly; before looking down, proceeding to take a bit of her grilled cheese sandwich. The very same one, you’d order… with a fucking cookie to the side.

Well fuck, it’s like the universe is trying to mock  him. Laughing and spitting at his face; saying he’ll never end up with a true beauty, such as yourself. I guess that’s true; since he’s here now so.

Her soft voice cuts off his train of thought, which he was disappointed with. Since that’s all he wanted to do today… “How’s your sandwich Izana?” She smiled softly, knowing full well he hasn’t even touched it. He shrugs, not really giving her an actual answer.

She thinks nothing of his rude behavior, and again; smiles it off. As if it was nothing….

[[•TIME SKIP•]]

Throughout the whole date, Izana only shrugged off her questions, and gave the poor girl; small answers, to hard questions.

Although; as always, she smiled it off. She Dismissed his attitude, including his rude behavior towards her.

Which kinda really irritates him a bit. ‘Why is she acting like as if I’m not being an asshole to her; maybe it was because you did the exact same, dame, thing. Dame, there’s way too many similarities that she and you had. This frustrated him like no other… but why?

Maybe it was because he was actually enjoying the date…

Maybe because he was actually attracted to this girl…

….

No, no, no he can’t be.. can he? Was he actually… forgetting about you? Cause.. all he saw.. was her. At that very moment. Or maybe it’s because there’s nothing here that reminds him.. of you.

Was he actually just smiling right now, at her; and not you? He promised himself he’d never smile at anyone but you.

Because that smile only belongs to you…

…….

The girl, smiled up at him, a noticeably pink hue crosses her face. She soft eyes, looks deep into his. Infatuation within them, as they both walked through the familiar park, hand-in-hand.

They both walked along the park, people admiring them from afar. Some whispered what a ‘perfect couple’ they’d make. And Izana believed it.. he actually believed that, they’d make a ‘perfect couple’.

Because, She made sense to him. She didn’t judge him for his past.. that he surprisingly opened up to her. Nor did she mind that he used to be in a gang of criminals…. Hell, even was a leader of one…

She found his dreams of wanting to soon, open up a orphanage for orphan children; very admirable, and beautiful.

Maybe this date wasn’t so bad after all—!

“Oh look Izana! A hidden pond! Let’s go, let’s go!” Bella, exclaim. Taking Izana hand running towards, the said pond.

…oh no..

Why, why of all places did Bella have to choose this one.

But of course; at the same time, he didn’t blame her. It was a very beautiful pond. A pond that belonged to you, and him…. ‘Our little secret’ he remembered.

“I guess our little secret is out now huh?..” Izana thought outloud. As by both stood in front of the said pound..

“Huh? What secret?” Bella questions, as she looks towards Izana, who was looking ahead. Admiring and remembering the day you both discovered it…

You fell in the pond….

[[•MEMORY LANE•]]

“Ahh!!” You screamed in horror, Izana snapped his head looking towards you. He was just peacefully looking around the area, thinking to himself that not many people know about this place.

Izana had tried to quickly catch you from your fall; and failed. You were now soaking wet, you hysterical coughed. Since some of the water went into your.. mouth..

Izana quickly went into the pond with you, and lifts you in the air. Carrying you bridal style, he stood there, letting you catch your breath.

He started to make his way out of the pond, making attentive steps along the way. As he made it out, he looked towards the pond; and noticed a small stick, sticking up.

“Really (Yn). A stick made you slip?” He mocks, as he carefully, sat you down on the grass; his jacket being placed on your shoulders.

“Oh I’m sorry! I just somehow didn’t notice a invisible stick! That’s literally blends with nature!” You huffed, pulling his jacket close to you.

Izana only rolled his eyes. He then proceeded to smirks at you. “What the hell are you smirking at!” You asked or more like shout.

Is he literally making fun of you at this time right now! “Oh It’s nothing Angel, just thinking about how I’m gonna warm you up tonight-“

“Oh shut up your dame pervert!” You exclaimed, your face was bright red. He only chuckled and started to say he’s sorry, he just really enjoys teasing you.

“You’re not teasing me! You’re just being a pervert! You-you dame pervert!” You shout in frustration. You couldn’t think of an good come back to say to him.

He smiles, as he pulls you closer to him. You snuggled against him; both enjoyed the moment, admiring how the sunset aluminates the lake.

Izana felt like he was in a dream. With his dream girl.

As you both kept admiring the lake, you were slowly dozing off to the sound of his heartbeat; beating, softly against your ear.

Izana felt your head leaned against his shoulder. He looked down at your figure, noticing how you had fallen asleep on him. He smiled softy, he slowly; and gently, sneaks his arm around your shoulders. Pulling you closer; you head slightly falls a little backwards, you sleepy face; unintentional, looks up at him.

…..

At the time, all Izana could do was admire you. He softy gazing down at you; he gently cresses your face with the back of his hand.

Izana quickly takes a look around, and then back at you.

He gently moves some of your hairs off your sleepily face, putting it behind your ear. He pulls you a little closer, adjusting yours and his face.

He had noticed that your lips had slightly parted itself a little. Most likely for a bit of air…

With that being noticed, Izana shyly placed his lips against yours.

All he wanted to do was to stop time, keep it like this, and never leave it.

The soft kiss lasted for a very long while, that was until you both jumped at the sound of a fire work exposition.

Quick as it happened, Izana jumped and fell backwards on the grass. He held the back of his hand over his mouth, a slight red hue on his cheeks. He looked up at the trees leaves, which were suddenly started to softy fall down one by one.

“Oh Izana! Did you see that! It’s a fire work! I forgot the fire work festival is today! Come on come on! Let go watch it!” You excitedly jumped up, and walked towards Izana; pulling him up.

You stated running to the direction of fires explorations with Izana holding into his hand. As you were talking to him, Izana zoned out for a bit.

He swore on his life, he felt you leaning in; kissing him back.

[[•PRESENT TIME: THE LAKE•]]

“Izana…”

The sound of his name being called out, snapped him out of his memory. Izana looks down at Bella, who had a frown plaster on her face.

She lightly sighs, and gently looks up at him. And suddenly, she smiles at him. It was a sad smile,

“Izana… you know…”

Bella starts, bitting her bottom lip softly; trying to control her emotions. “You know, a woman know when a man looks into her eyes and sees someone else.”

Izana stays quite. He can’t really argue with that, because it’s true. When he stares Bella, he sees (Yn); and there’s really nothing else but her.

“It’s okay… she… must’ve been real special, for you to always doze off.. twenty four seven huh..” Bella sadly smiles. She sighs and looks away, she gazes at the pond, and chuckles a little.

Izana looks at her questionably,

“No need to worry; or look at me with those scary eyes, I’m not laughing at you. Just a memory I had..” She confirms. She turns her body fully to pond, and admire how beautiful the place was.

“You’ve must’ve token her here too, you keep looking around; as if you remember something…” Bella stares ahead, as she says that.

As she stares at the lake, she suddenly turns and proceeds to walk away… leaving but stops mid way and looked back at Izana with a serious expression.

“You’ve lost your girl once.” She says firmly, she fully turns her head and body towards the man.

“Now it’s up to you to get her back.”

Izana was token aback by her words, “What are you on?” Izana snaps, He glared at her with irritation. Not liking that she’s melding in business that’s doesn’t concern her.

“Nothing, other than your business.” Bella snaps back. Again Izana was token aback by her sudden  attitude. “Izana, why don’t you shut up! And let me do the talking. I don’t know what your deal is today, but it’s obviously that you don’t want to be here.”

Bella…she’s a bold one…

“So why don’t you get your shit together and do something about it. Instead of wasting your dame life sulking, as a matter of fact. Why don’t you drink until your drunk that way you can spill all your little secrets out!” And with that being said, Bella pats Izana’s back and head off home. Leaving an stunned man behind.

…

‘She’s right what the hell am I even doing?’ Izana groans, as he too started heading off home. Exhausted by the event that happen today. Might as well call Kakucho while he’s at it huh…

“Hey, pick me up. The date? Not exactly how you planned it’ll go…. Uh.. well, let’s just say I need a dame drink.” And with that he ended the call, going to the place he told Kakucho to meet him at.

‘Why do you have to be everywhere…’ Izana sighs, he only hopes that this dame drink will help him forget.

But unbeknownst to him… it only cause him even more trouble…

A/n: Thanks for reading! Hoped you enjoyed! Stay safe and have a good day and night :)