#he’s got little guy syndrome it’s not my fault

[caseofneko]

Ridiculously normal about this picture of Kieran Culkin what are u talking about

[yandere-sins]

Underneath the Christmas Tree

You and König got into a fight when you realized what time of the year it was. He tries to make it up to you.

Characters: Yandere!König x Reader Fandom: Call of Duty Warnings: Yandere, Mentions of Violence, Building Stockholm Syndrom, Mentions of being tied up/ropes

a/n: Late as can be, but my little present to you guys! I hope that everyone got to eat yummy food and experience joy regardless of celebrations last year ♥ (Translations to the German words are below!)

"Mein Herz... are you awake?"

Sometimes, you wondered how a man of his stature could make so little noise. You were never able to notice him until he had already crept up to you. It had always been this way. You felt like you had only just closed your eyes, barely dozing off, when he startled you with his presence next to you. After all the screaming and crying, you had managed to scare him off, but it felt like only minutes had passed since he left.

The rope around your wrist tightened as you stirred, startled by his voice and the touch of his palm at your cheek, his thumb caressing you gently as you were torn out of your sleep. You felt groggy and tired, but almost instantly, the irritation with him returned to your mind, mixing with the pain as the rope cut into your skin.

However, even with your eyes wide open, your mind needed a moment to focus, the room having turned darker than it was a few minutes ago. Had it really been minutes? Or hours? Did you fall asleep for the whole day, exhausted from your outburst?

You cursed under your breath, your mouth dry like sand. More pain shot through your arms as you tried to move, your expression twisting when König's chest suddenly hovered over you, his gloved fingers dancing all over your hands and arms, too anxious to touch but too scared to keep you in pain.

"Here, let me," he mumbled, concentrating on the knot he made. Even he had to focus when undoing his own work, his methods too skilled for even his own good. But the relief, as your arms sacked to the mattress of his bed, was almost too good; your body lulled back into relaxing now that the strain subsided. Your eyes were already closing when he spoke up, alerting you to the danger you were in.

"Better?" König asked, almost sounding smug about it like he expected to hear praise from you for doing the right thing. It would have almost shown his compassion had it not been him who put you into the restraint in the first place.

"Guess," you contered, and you two fell into silence as you stared at each other. The fabric covering his face made his eyes all the more piercing in the moonlight shining in through the window. He was the first to avoid his eyes—a meaningless victory with a man who went from Colonel to shy schoolboy at the sight of your face on the regular.

"I thought about what you said, and I think you're right."

"The bit about Christmas? Ugh..."

Pulling your arms to your chest, you felt the heaviness that had settled into your muscles, which had been a few hours long enough to make them stiff as boards. You examined your bruised and swollen, at times bloody, wrists as good as you could in the moonlight, but feeling the wet smears on your fingers and the burn of pain when you inspected them, you eventually resigned to sitting up and resting them in your lap.

It wasn't long before König reached out to have a look at your wrists as well, gently turning them over a few times to take note of all the damage he had done to you, every fiber of your being blaming him and refusing to take even an ounce of it despite the fact you were the one fighting against the ropes that he put you in. Everything was his fault, and you had no problem telling him that at every chance you got.

"Yeah... about your family and traditions."

This was new.

Usually, König would try to change the subject as best as he could when it became uncomfortable for him—and all your complaints and demands, reasonable as they were, were uncomfortable. König always found ways to try and tell you how much better this situation was without really confirming or denying your feelings, even though his attempts at convincing you otherwise were fruitless. So, hearing him talk about what he desperately tried to avoid... was new. Progress.

"So you'll let me go?"

Silence. Wringing his hands in his lap after releasing yours, König stared at the floor beneath his feet, sitting on the edge of the bed like a scolded puppy. "No..." he mumbled, and you felt the surprise turn back into anger, your body finding the strength to straighten up and get ready to argue again.

"But!" he intercepted, noticing the changes in you and holding up a finger to silence you before you could explode at him again. "Schatz, hear me out before you say something, bitte!"

"Go on then..."

It was hard to keep your composure when what you really would have liked to attempt was to tear his head off in any way possible. Somewhere under the obvious shirt he was wearing, there must have been a head you could either curse at or try to break the neck off. However, you refrained, a small part of you still hoping to find a peaceful solution that would let you escape unscathed. You were at a physical disadvantage, and hurting his feelings had never been a very wise choice either. For someone who quickly became overwhelmed and shy around you, König was an expert at kidnapping and stringing you up, knocking you out, and putting his hands where they didn't belong. Even if he seemed to regret his outbursts afterward.

"I can't let you go, I just... It's not possible. It's not safe. I hope you can understand that I can't do it."

Opening your mouth was all that was needed to have König scramble, his words tumbling over each other as he tried to form his thoughts into a sentence. One that would soothe you. One that would put him into good graces with you. Sometimes you wondered if he forgot how to be the scary guy that kidnapped you. Who stood still and menacing by your side, watching you sleep without an ounce of shame or manners. But then again, you were glad that bruises and self-inflicted wounds were all you had to suffer from. Even if he tried to be gentle, you knew his hands could cause more harm than good to you. The thought of what all they could ruin was more terrifying than being kidnapped was.

"But- I- Well, I thought we- I'm your family now, so... About today— Scheiße... Christmas, I can give you that."

"Christmas?" Cocking your eyebrow, you watched him nervously crush his thumb in his palm, unable to maintain eye contact with you even though König kept glancing at you from the corners of his eyes.

"It's been a while for me, so it's probably not much. But I... I want to show you I care—about you! About us. I didn't consider that these holidays would mean so much to you, and I'm sorry."

König got up before you could think of a reply. He barely turned towards you, his body tense, hands curled into fists. Nervous. You knew all the telltale signs of his anxiety, considering there was nothing better to do in his apartment than to study him when he was around and you two weren't fighting. But this time, as secretive as he was, it made you almost curious as to why.

"If you want to, you can come to the living room. I'd be happy if you did."

With that, he left the bedroom, leaving you behind with the door wide open. You knew the layout of his small apartment, but you were contained in this room most of the time without the chance of walking through this door without König. Apprehensive, you got out of bed, feeling the cold floor underneath your feet, causing you to tense. Your soles tingled, almost burning from the cold, and you hesitated. It felt wrong to walk around freely, even though it was what you desired most. Freedom.

You had to cross the hallway to get to the living room, passing by the bath and entrance door. This all felt unreal. Like König was going to stand behind you any second now, asking where you were going and dragging you back to his bed, chaining you up and leaving you there to scream and cry. But he wasn't. You could hear him moving around in the living room—probably pacing—wondering if you were going to come.

There was much to consider. Did you need to use the toilet? Take a shower? Was the front door unlocked?

Your brain was screaming Idiot! at you for even thinking you could make a run for it. But you'd never give up the fight, you swore yourself. Even when you knew he'd easily catch up to you, knock you out, and tie you up, dragging you back to the apartment. You still reached for the door handle, pushing it down and giving it a firm tug!

...

The sturdy lock held on tight to the door, and you wondered what you were expecting.

Your hand fell to your side, and you took a step back. The disappointment and frustration were mere zaps going through your body, not even enough to sway you. What did you expect? That König would leave it open? After all that he did to you?

When you looked up at the living room door, your eyes met his, sparks of hurt hiding in the shadows over his face, disappearing the second König turned away, returning to the living room and leaving you alone again. As if he couldn't bear to watch a second more of your betrayal. There was no need to speak about what happened, about the feelings going through both of you. Neither of you talked about the taboo that the front door upheld—you, the prisoner, and he, your kidnapper and stalker. A love leading to nothing but suffering and destruction. He left the scene after making sure you were safe. That was all that mattered, even if your attempt to leave cut deep into his heart.

A quiet, surrendering sigh escaped you before you turned towards the living room once more. The bath was still an option. You could have gone there, locked the door, taken a shower, and hid from your captor until he couldn't bear it anymore and removed the door that separated you two. But fighting him this morning had worn you down, so provoking and refusing something seemingly harmless like an invitation to the living room seemed silly even to you. Certainly, it would have hurt König, and you liked that idea, but what about yourself? Could you have lived with what hurting him would have meant for you?

Deep inside yourself, you realize you were just trying to justify your curiosity. Escaping would always be your number one priority, but at the same time, you couldn't help being curious about what he had prepared. Being locked in the same room day in and day out was so boring, and even if it was a setup for disappointment, it was still better than pouting by yourself in the bath, trying to fight him for no other reason than spite and hurting both of you in the process.

But you didn't tell yourself that. You told yourself it was an order from him, and you didn't want to be punished for disobeying. That was enough to justify your actions to yourself rather than admit that you were curious about something he did. You led yourself along the wall, hesitant but complacent with König's wishes—at least for now. Just for today.

Warm lights enveloped you the moment you stepped into the doorframe. Christmas lights - green, yellow, red - twinkled from a string of lights pinned to the ceiling, while the old (although decorated with fake greenery) lamp added a cozy, warm glow. The table was decorated with a table runner, candles, little pine cones, and a big wreath with burning candles, plates and cutlery set like you'd see in a restaurant.

Most surprisingly, however, was the Christmas tree set up next to the couch. Given it was barely the size from the floor to your hips. But König had perched the tree on a little stool and hung it with baubles and little figure ornaments like a nutcracker and Santa Claus' hat. It was nowhere near tidy or uniform like you knew from home, with different colors mixing and not always going well with each other. It seemed like it had been hastily put together with whatever he could grab. But in its odd way, it was an endearing sight to behold.

Underneath it, wrapped presents in various shapes piled, their wrapping paper glistening in the lights. Some were easy to figure out, like books. But others had a generic box shape that wasn't very precise on what the present would be. Honestly, you were astounded, barely able to say anything with your mouth open in surprise. König never had a lot of decoration around his home, and standing in an all-out Christmas wonderland was almost uncomfortable after getting used to white walls and unintentional minimalism.

On the other hand, König looked so out of place, like a black hole in the middle of a Christmas market. He stopped pacing—moving, entirely so—the moment your presence came into view. There was a moment of awkward silence between you two, his hands tensing and relaxing, ever so often curling into fists as he waited for you to say something.

"So, do you like-?"

"Wow, that's-"

More awkward silence followed as you both started and stopped your sentences. But eventually, it was König who broke it, stepping aside and inviting you in with a slight wave of his hand. "I hope you like it. I didn't have much time, so it's messy. Probably not how you'd do it, but next year, we can do it how you want to. We could go shopping or—"

Cutting himself off, he seemed to be biting his own tongue. There was no guarantee that you'd have a next year. That you'd go out with him to buy decorations or you two would be close enough to celebrate like this again. Nothing was truly certain in this weird relationship you had.

But he tried. He really did.

And it almost made you cry.

"I... uhm," you quickly turned away when you heard your own voice shake, wiping at your eyes and praying that this strange feeling of happiness that overcame you would pass, returning your anger and defiance to you instead. "It's... alright. It's fine."

That was a lie. It was not fine; not alright. It was wrong. Downright awful and manipulative. You should have been hating on it, cursing him out for trying to take advantage of your longing to make himself look better. It was cruel and heartless, and you liked the feeling of normalcy so much that you wished it would stay forever. At that moment, you wished he was your boyfriend that you loved, and you were just a couple celebrating the holidays. A moment of normalcy was worth more than your defiance. And it made you hate the person you felt yourself becoming in that stupid Christmas room.

König's shoulders lost some of their tension, his equivalent of a smile. This time, when he waved you closer, focusing on the tree he had put up, he seemed excited. "Komm!" he said, and you felt your heart leap with the same excitement that swung in his voice, his happiness contagious. Saying "it's fine" seemed to have been enough for him, König being ever so undemanding when it came to your affection.

König knelt next to the tree, still just as tall as it despite being brought down a notch, patting the couch beside him. You tiptoed your way around the man, half expecting him to jump up and attack you as you passed by his back, but he didn't. Taking a seat, you curiously stretched your neck to see what he was doing. After briefly combing through the presents, König picked out one wrapped in green, glittery paper, handing it to you before sitting down on the floor at your feet, watching you expectantly.

You could feel the book's hardcover without seeing it, glancing at König briefly before unwrapping it. Forthcame the cover of the last book you had been reading before your life went downhill. It wasn't the same copy, still smelling new, and its spine wasn't broken from being read in awkward positions. For a moment, it felt unreal that he would know how much you had longed to learn how it ended, thinking about it a lot in the most boring of afternoons. But then it reminded you of how he tore you out of your life and destroyed it with his actions. How was this a small compensation for all the bad things?

But you'd still read it.

Pressing it to your chest, you swallowed back the tears, giving a fake yet confident nod of approval. Your body language was good enough for König, even if he noticed the hints of tears in your eyes, and he handed you the next present with an encouraging hum. You went through many more wrapped presents like this—more books, movies, sweets, a back warmer and a teddy bear, and so many more things you enjoyed. You eventually ended up on the ground next to König, your knees touching while you were occupied with opening and awing at all your presents.

It was just you two, and the apartment was quiet but peaceful, unlike the constant screaming and pain that usually resided in it. The bitter truth was that despite being unusual, things could almost look normal.

So when he slipped his hand over yours, and you didn't flinch away, the silence felt more awkward than it felt right. It was like two lovers exchanging a moment of gentle togetherness in a world that was so cruel to them—a world you weren't in voluntarily but a world that König wanted this way. You couldn't bear it. Bear the thought of this being acceptable.

So you pulled away, hugging the teddy bear in your lap and looking at the pile of gifts. "I've got nothing for you," you commiserated, politeness being the only thing you could procure to avoid destroying the peace you two had for once.

"I've got all I need," König replied gently, and you forced yourself to look back at him. His gaze was soft, lights sparkling in his eyes as they moved from you to his hand, reaching out to you once more. He was getting greedy, pushing your boundaries for just one more touch. "Just you and me, right here. Under the Christmas tree. I'll not ask for more than that from you."

It would have been the perfect moment to rebuke him, to hurt him and stab the figurative knife into his heart by telling him you didn't feel this way. It would have been enough to tell him how you felt truthfully that you still hated him. But for some reason, you remained silent, allowing him this moment of disillusionment that you two were finally warming up to each other.

It was simply too painful to admit to yourself that you were.

"Are you hungry?"

König snapped out of it faster than you. Unusual as he could be quite stuck in his lovey-dovey ways. "I got us takeout; just have to reheat it. I hope you like Christmas food because I got us everything."

Heaving his body forward, he got back on his knees but hesitated for a moment before standing up. You didn't look at him or say anything, tensing when you heard his breath next to your ear. His actions made you want to fight him again, every fiber of your being rejecting him and his ideas of love. But not on that day. Maybe you didn't want to ruin it, no matter how disgusted you were with him and yourself.

The kiss that fell on top of your head lingered for seconds too long. It was as if he was trying to get on your nerves, though more realistically, he was merely basking in the opportunities you granted him. His lips felt gross despite your hair and his mask being in the way. Yet you let him.

"Frohe Weihnachten, mein Schatz," he uttered into the kiss before finally pulling away, standing up and heading straight for the kitchen. Soon, the room was filled with the smells of a roast in the oven and sides cooking on the stove while you remained where you were, sitting there like an unopened present waiting for him to return.

Your face burned as your heart swelled with affection for the man you hated the most. The man who gave you what you wanted despite having to scramble to pull off a Christmas like no other. Who loved you unconditionally. Loved you so much despite all the bad things you said to him. Who would move the world to make you happy, even though he refused to do it under normal circumstances. The only person you had left who cared so much about you, stalking you to the point of knowing the kinds of books you liked, movies, treats, and your favorite things, presenting them all to you for just a moment by your side in return.

You were disgusted and appalled by everything and yourself. But without realizing it, you started to question your feelings for König as you hid your face in the soft, plush body of his gift.

And what more could he ask for as a present than you—in doubt and foolishly falling in love with the idea of him in your head—underneath his Christmas tree?

Mein Herz - My heart Schatz - Treasure (Equivalent to nicknames like Dear/Darling/Love) Bitte - Please Scheiße - Shit Komm - Come (in this context like “Come here”) Frohe Weihnachten, mein Schatz - Merry Christmas, my Love

[coralinnii]

❋Keeping your scrunchie for you❋

Who would keep your scrunchie for you, and would even do your hair feat: Ace ⭑ Sebek ⭑ Azul ⭑ Jack genre: fluff, humor note: reader has hair that uses scrunchies, reader has hair for long hair hairstyles, established relationships, no pronouns used,

I know it's been a while but I have been meaning to write. I just have what I'm calling Silver Syndrome where I fall asleep at any given moment and lose track of time ^_^' whoops

This is sorta self-indulgent since I’m also guilty of always forgetting my hair ties at my friend’s place and when I need one, they would come to me with their arm filled with them xD. Since then, we would always have spares on each other in case any of us need them. 

Getting him to keep it

At first he was gonna tease you. What? Do you feel the need to lay claim on him that you want to leave something of yours on him for all to see? You know there’s more than a hair tie you can leave on him- 

Oh, you’re just forgetful and you want to have a spare on him if you need one? You guys are practically attached to the hip so there’s logic to it, to you anyway. 

He's so gonna fight you on it. It’s one thing to ask him to keep spare some small hair ties on him, heck if you let him use them on occasion he wouldn’t mind at all. But it was those poofy, colorful scrunchies that he can’t even hide underneath his jacket sleeve. 

But he loses this fight with you (he always does when it comes to you) and ends up with a cutesy hair tie that contrasts heavily against his black school jacket. He had to fight the embarrassed flush every time he got teased, especially by his upperclassmen like Cater and Floyd. 

Don’t let his loud complaining fool you, though. Despite all the teases, he still keeps your scrunchie out in the open when he could have easily stuffed it in his pocket. He secretly likes fidgeting with it during class, partly since it’s really soft and partly that it reminds him of you. He thinks a lot about how pretty you look when you have your hair up. 

Would he tie your hair?

Yes, but he wasn't great at it. At first, he can do a simple ponytail but that’s all he really knows about hairstyles. I mean, he only ever ties his bangs back so he’s not the most creative in the hair department. 

Have some patience with him as he sometimes messes up and gets your hair tangled. He’s a fast learner so he’ll get the hang of it. 

Once he’s used to it, he’ll start experimenting with your hair by giving you goofy hairdos like a unicorn horn on your head. He once tried to make round cartoon-like “ears” with your hair for giggles. But he always offers to brush your hair back to normal each and every time. 

Actually, Ace likes to mess with your hair a lot more often now because this gives him a chance to brush your hair. He enjoys the intimacy of the activity, like you two are in your own little world with no one to disturb you. He can spend hours just running his fingers through your hair while you chat about anything and everything. 

“Hey, stop moving around so much! Don’t go complaining to me if this new hairdo turns out bad”

Getting him to keep it

Definitely gonna fight you on this. He argued that you should be responsible enough to remember to keep spares on you at all times. It’s your own fault for being so forgetful about your own things. Plus, it goes against his dress code and he can’t bear to ruin Malleus’ reputation just because his loyal knight has a bright puffy scrunchie on his wrist.

You decided it’s fine if he can’t do it but it did bum you out a bit. Imagining the serious Sebek with your bright scrunchie on his wrist would be the cutest thing to see but you didn’t want to push it if it caused this much arguing. 

But Sebek noticed your declining mood and started to have conflicted thoughts because of it. Would it really make you that happy to see him with that tacky thing on his arm? 

The next day, Sebek came up to you and wordlessly raised his arm towards you. Confused, you asked the green-haired freshman what’s wrong. 

“...I shall allow it” 

“What?”

Apparently, Sebek couldn’t get your sad face out of his head all day yesterday, ruining his mood and causing him to stress out with worry. Lost as to what to do, he did what he tends to do in these situations, and asked Lilia for advice. The older fae chuckled at poor Sebek and assured him that a trivial piece of fabric would hardly ruin Malleus’ image so he is free to decide what he wants to do. 

And Sebek wants to make you happy. 

“Give me your cursed scrunchie, human”

Would he tie your hair?

Again, he’s going to fight you on this. He claims he has better things to do but really he’s just terrible with styling hair and was scared if you didn’t like his work. Unless you want your hair gelled up like his, he doesn’t know what else he can really do with hair in general. 

Still, you encouraged him to try and with you boosting his courage, he started trying simple hairstyles like braids and ponytails. He was a little clumsy but always up to improve himself. He soon became more confident and would even offer to tie your hair up during P.E classes or club activities. 

He especially likes trying out hairstyles that are trendy with his fae kind, like braiding flowers into your hair. The people of Briar Valley are more traditional with their appearance and more extravagant hairstyles are typically reserved for special occasions like parties…or weddings. 

The way Sebek’s cheeks burned when he couldn’t stop thinking how beautiful your hair might look for your wedding…with him as your husband-to-be. Your hair would be absolutely ethereal no matter the style, considering that it’s you-what was he thinking?! 

Best not to bring up his bright face or he’ll start yelling out of sheer embarrassment. 

“...Well, is this to your liking? It is?...I see… What?! I was not worried, don’t be absurd!” 

Getting him to keep it

For the right price, sure. 

I’m joking (kinda) but honestly Azul wouldn’t mind it since it wasn’t that big of a request. I firmly believe that he has more than enough pockets with his dorm uniform. 

Anyone who would even try to tease him about it would just be asking for humiliation as Azul would respond swiftly with some backhanded comments. 

“Embarrassing, you say? Well, I suppose having a lover that relies on me so would seem tiresome to some people. However, I'm afraid I'm just so smitten with my adorable lover who just trust me so. Sighhh, woe is me” 

This octoman would play the “no b*tches?” card. Such poor, unfortunate souls

But one day you needed a hair tie and you asked Azul if he still had your spare. The merman then pulled out a scrunchie you didn't recognize from his pocket

“Azul Ashengrotto…whose scrunchie is this?!” 

Before you start to panic, Azul quickly explained that he came across this scrunchie at a store in the town near the campus. 

“I thought this would look good on you, so I bought it in hopes it suits your taste” 

Even though Azul tried to sound casual, there was a cute flush coloring his cheeks that he was trying to hide behind his gloved hand. He knew you had enough hair ties and you could always buy more yourself. But, he just couldn't stop himself.

That scrunchie was now your new favorite accessory.

Would he tie your hair?

Contrary to the previous boys, Azul has a better sense of style due to his entrepreneurial nature and his dedicated interest to keep up with the most marketable trends. 

I also believe that since Azul is a mommy’s boy, he paid close attention to his mother’s hair styling routine. However, he realizes that it won’t exactly be the same considering you both are not in the ocean and he himself is adjusting to life with dry hair. 

But he won’t be stopped by his inexperience. He would research the best hairstyles for your hair type and what would amplify your natural features. Every chance to do your hair was a chance to improve his skills. Get real comfortable because you’ll be his guinea pig for hours. At least you’ll be a beautiful guinea pig by the end of it. 

At first Azul had some insecurities about keeping you for so long, surely you would be bored being with him for so long and having him practice with your hair, especially when you wouldn't really gain much from it other than a mess on your head most of the time. 

Please reassure him that you love these intimate moments with him and you trust him wholeheartedly with your hair. 

“I’ve heard stories that speak of mermaids that used to lure humans with their beautiful hair. I thought it foolish to be so easily charmed…but seeing yours, I suppose there’s some truth to that.”

Getting him to keep it

Grumbled about it at first but will keep it for you. Any exasperation was mostly just you asking him because of your tendency to forget them than anything else. Despite his grumpy look, Jack wasn’t going to fight you on something as trivial as holding some hair ties for you. Would question you what’s so great about scrunchies, though (they’re adorable, ok?!)

All he asked was that it’s a scrunchie that doesn’t get in the way of his daily routine, and if you could pick one that would be a bit water resistant or dark in color since he’s worried that he would get it dirty during his work-out routine or spelldrive practice at Savanaclaw. 

He honestly doesn’t understand why anyone would make fun of him for holding a scrunchie for you. He's whipped because you trust him with your stuff? This man just can’t relate to loser behavior. 

Even if he's not a fan of scrunchies, he’s still incredibly careful with your hair tie, making sure that it’s either tucked safely under his sleeve or mindful to avoid accidentally snagging the fabric on something. 

If he just recently got the scrunchie from you, he can still smell the scent of your shampoo on it as it starts mixing with his own scent. Don’t tell him but some of his dormmates can see his tail slightly wagging when he glimpses down to his wrist every now and again where your hair tie is.

Would he tie your hair?

He’ll fight more on this. You guys are in an academy, you should be able to tie your own hair. Don’t be lazy, he stated. 

But watch him later try to excuse his actions when he suddenly pulls your hair back with your scrunchie during lunch, just so your hair doesn’t get in your face as you ate. You honestly forgot he still had your scrunchie and Jack was getting frustrated watching your hair constantly falling forward every time you tried to reach your food. 

Since Jack has younger siblings, he has some experience with tying someone’s hair despite having fairly short hair himself. It’s nothing too fancy but he’s pretty good with some basic hairstyles

He’s really gentle with your hair, occasionally pausing to gauge your expression to ensure you’re not in pain. Sometimes you have to be careful or you might just fall asleep with how Jack’s large hands softly handle your hair like it was silk.

“This should keep your hair out of your face. Huh, how do you look? Don’t ask stupid questions…you already know you always look good…No, forget I said anything!”

[gothamite-rambler]

Nightwing: Harley, I have a question. I feel like I have eldest child syndrome. I don't hate my father or anything, but I was just wondering if this is me or him.

Harley (tilting her head, curious): Um… Okay, tell me some of the signs you've noticed.

Nightwing (sighing, rubbing the back of his neck): I have an intense feeling of responsibility and worry… a lot. I took care of my little brother when my father went missing. That was an entire deal. I couldn't even take him to his mother.

Harley (nodding, understanding): Yeah, that's Talia. I don't blame ya. Continue.

Nightwing (innocently): I resented Jason for a few years, and when he was brought back, I struggled to get him to trust me again. That was something I battled with.

Harley (raising an eyebrow): Your father didn't help you with that?

Nightwing pointed to Batman, shaking his head. Harley glanced at Batman, who looked away, visibly embarrassed.

Nightwing (with a hint of dark humor): My boundaries? Ha ha ha ha… that was a struggle. Stuff happened outside my family's knowledge or control, and that's something I have to deal with… but Batman has said therapy isn't helpful for everybody. That's why he doesn't go.

Harley (mockingly shocked): Wow, I thought we were friends!

Batman (deadpan): You lost your job when you fell in love with the Joker.

Harley (dismissively, waving her hand): That's besides the point. Batman, did you ever hit him?

Nightwing (nonchalant): He slapped me once. I was freaking out, and I had a tooth that would turn me evil, so he struck me. It actually worked to dislodge the tooth… I was an adult at the time.

Batman: I feel like surgical removal wouldn't have worked. I bought him McDonald's afterwards.

Nightwing nodded with a smile.

Harley (nodding, grinning): Right… I’m having a family session with you guys because the parentification and eldest child syndrome is real, but nobody is at fault. Batman was a stupid young man, and Nightwing, you were a cute child who I’m guessing watched his parents die?

Nightwing nodded.

Nightwing (gathering resolve): I’m putting trust in you for this, so… take it.

Harley (clapping her hands excitedly): All right! After this mission, thanks!

Harley skipped off happily, leaving Batman glaring at Nightwing. His son shrugged with a carefree smile as he walked away.

Batman (defensively): At most, I was a little neglectful and new at parenting. I got better!

Nightwing (teasingly): You did… You still weren't the best with me. Like eighty… five percent. Don’t worry, I still love you.

Batman kicked a rock on the ground, contemplating Nightwing’s words, and walked off, taking that as a compliment.

[heytheredeann]

#tmfu#napoleon x illya x gaby#of course my pet peeve is people making napoleon out to be impulsive and kind of dumb#man’s a world class thief you better believe he’s good at planning#just look at his extraction of gaby from east berlin#meticulously planned#is he good at improvising#yes#that doesn’t mean he’s always going off half cocked#if anything I think he’d be LEAST likely to tbh#anyway sorry for the essay in your tags#this is lovely ely (@cha-melodius)

HEAD, HEART, HANDS.

[cas-backwards-tie]

I'm new to you page and wa wondering if you had discontinued the pack plan series as its brilliant:))

Ahhh, well, welcome! 💖🥰🫂 We’re so glad to have you here! I want to thank you for reaching out and asking 💕 I always appreciate asks! Even when they’re not related to my fics.

TOPP is definitely still in the works! And because you asked so nicely and cared to inquire, I feel like I owe it to all of you all to post a snippet of the next chapter! 🙌🏻 Because I definitely realize and know how long you guys have been waiting! I’ll post the snippet and then I also can give you an update about the fic/where I’m at, at the bottom.

Snippet of Ch.2:

"Why wouldn't you just tell us?!" Soap grits out, his voice taking on a dark tone as he turns his once sky blue, now stormy, eyes on you. "Do you realize what position you've gone and put us in?"

“Yeah, and what position’s that?” You engage, turning to square off against Johnny, the both of you only a foot apart since you’d been standing next to each other in line.

You’re met with a low warning growl, the motion of his hand balling up into a fist at his side not being missed by your peripheral vision. Despite your defiance not being unusual within the team, your designation now, is known, and an Omega standing up to an Alpha? Not taken kindly upon. Nor is it taken lightly. Regardless, they’re not your Alphas, and that means they have no claim over what you do or say. And while there’s always the risk of an Alpha disciplining an unruly, unclaimed Omega, you’re willing to take it.

"It's your fault, really," Ghost eggs on, making everyone whip their heads in his direction.

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[If you don’t know what this is in reference too, here’s the masterlist for the series in question!]

So the reason why I haven’t posted the chapter yet is for a few reasons 💕 One, from a writing standpoint this one is quite longer, and I want it to be amazing for you guys! When I was writing the first chapter I had a friend to help me with the dialogue (which is why I feel I really struggle) and rn I don’t, so I think I’ve been nervous about that a bit.

But also, because in my real life there’s been a lot of major changes recently. In September I found out that I have CIRS (Chronic Inflammatory Response Syndrome) which, is basically like mold sickness but, like, permanent. So I’ve been trying to find somewhere safe to move/detox from the mold w meds bc my body can’t on its own, and I’m actually just finally moving into my new apartment on Sunday! 💖🙌🏻 so that’s cool.

Besides that, I also got diagnosed with, like, idk, I guess it’s a disability, technically, and the fact that I’ve been struggling my whole life with it but never knew has been… kind of mind blowing tbh? Like I haven’t told anyone except one person about it—not even my best friends yet—bc it’s been a lot to work through since… I guess I’ve technically had this my whole life but only now know at 25? 😅🤯

So it’s been a lot of working on my health both physically, mentally, and with moving, my family, Christmas coming up, and trying to find a job/support myself even day-to-day, it’s been kind of taxing tbh balancing everything. And that’s not even mentioning the little social life I do have 😅😭🙈 So while I know it’s frustrating waiting, and I’m sorry that it’s taken so long, I do want to be open and tell you guys what’s going on behind the scenes 💕 Granted, I know not everyone necessarily cares, and that’s okay! If you did read all this, though, I appreciate you and hope you have an amazing day!

Your ask, though, Nonnie definitely is inspiring me to sit down and really finish the next two chapters bc I have both laid out- one nearly finished, the other will be shorter (I think?) because of the plot point it’s mostly about 💕 I will say though, too, it does make me a bit anxious not having had a whole plan for this fic unlike the others which I’ve sort of started writing with a whole plot in mind 😂🙈💖 so I just hope you guys will continue to love it ask much as you’ve loved the first chapter! I genuinely have never received as much love on a work than that one chapter, alone! So I am truly grateful 💖

[peachymilkandcream]

Fraud|Part 3|Yandere All Might x Hero!Reader

(A/N: Super naïve readers are always so much fun. The fact that this girl just worships the ground he walks on when he's like this is honestly great. Hope you enjoy and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, graphic depictions of violence, mind breaking, misogyny, power imbalance, age difference, etc.

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"But All Might promised me! He said if I did as he asked then I would be let go! This isn't fair!" The criminal kicked and screamed, enraged that his interrogation was not going as planned.

All Might scoffed, the fool honestly believed that the Symbol of Peace and Justice would allow any criminals to walk free even if he had made some kind of deal? It was his own fault for being so greedy, believing that the Number One Hero would pay him to intimidate a fellow pro.

He should add stupidity to his list of crimes.

"Now not another word of you with this ridiculous tale. Why would All Might hire a thug like you and then turn him in? It makes no sense, how do you expect me to buy that outrageous story?"

"It's the truth I'm telling you, he approached me saying this chick he knew had something of his and he wanted me to get it back. He couldn't do it himself since he didn't want to damage his reputation so he hired me. He promised me my freedom and five hundred bucks!"

"To go and buy more of those drugs you're on that made you come up with this story? Seriously kid, you're trying my patience, if we don't get some answers soon it'll be a lot worse for you in court."

"I am telling you the truth! Why won't you believe me!?"

"Because criminal scum like you always try and defame All Might so he has to retire. It's disgusting."

"He's not the man you think he is! He'll do what it takes to get his way!"

"Enough of this." All Might spoke now, stepping into the room. His smile gone from his face and replaced by an angry glare. "Your attempts to soil my name have gone far enough." He glances at the Detective. "Could I have a moment alone with the suspect? I can get him to talk."

"Oh, sure All Might-" He sheepishly gathers his things before exiting the room, leaving the two of them alone.

"Now listen here you asshole, our deal was that if I did what you said you'd pay me and I'd split. What the hell is this?"

"Shut your mouth criminal. I would never agree to such heinous actions, and if you keep spouting off that I do then..I guess I'll have to adjust your behaviour."

The threat was heavy in the air. While All Might said nothing incriminating the other man knew that he meant it. And with a hero like All Might, a physical altercation is the last thing he wanted.

"So I suggest, when that Detective walks in here, you confess it was out of pure greed and some drug money, and we'll leave it at that. You can go to court and pay for your other crimes."

"And if I don't take the fall for you?"

Even his grimaces vanishes, turning into a thin line. "Then I suppose I'll show you what happens to those who spew out utter nonsense."

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"Ah Detective, the criminal confessed, but only after attacking me. He got so upset that no one believed his story that he just sprung into action. Admittedly I roughed him up a bit to teach him a lesson, but you should find he's very cooperative now."

"What would we do without you All Might? Now this guy can stay off the streets and everyone can sleep a little easier." He salutes the hero.

"Just doing what I can citizen." His phone rings, making him pause. "I'm sorry I have to take this, do you mind?"

"Of course not, please." He gestures for All Might to pass.

Which he does quickly before holding the phone up to his ear once in a secluded spot.

"What is it Nighteye."

"Bad news for you I'm afraid."

"Really? What is it."

"Your little friend was on the news again, apparently she's been singing your praises to every camera she can find about how you saved her. She's gaining some attention."

"This is bad. Too popular and I'll have to switch targets. Especially after I already started making my move-"

"That's not the worst of it."

"Then stop stalling Nighteye and tell me!"

"She was spotted today with a man, when asked by some nosey paparazzi she admitted he was a romantic partner."

All Might's expression darkened farther, another obstacle.

"I'll take care of it."

"If you kill him it could be a problem, grief might not let her be so susceptible to your plans."

"You have a point," He thinks for a moment. "Then the course to go is to lead her in the direction I want her to go and then cut him out of her life."

"Isolate her."

"Exactly."

"Be careful All Might, you don't want to get too risky."

"Trust me I won't." He pauses, examining a letter she had sent him through his fan-mail PO box, thanking him for saving her again.

"I already know what I'm going to do."

[imrileyidostuff]

Episode 248

I just... hate this episode??? Screenshots under the cut, but oh my god the art is so wonky in this panel- and it especially shows in poor little baby Dionysus. The characters in this either look good or shit. Mostly shit.

Apollo's 'side' of the story is a really shitty thing to do and it seems like he's being justified in a way?? I'm not usually critical of stories, because I'm really dumb and can't analyse, but I'm sure that giving the perspective of an abuser is a pretty big no-no in writing, right? It could just be the story playing Apollo as a whiny ass guy who didn't know what he was doing, but it's coming off as 'It isn't my fault okkaaayy? 🥺👉👈'

It's just icky.

So, onto shitty ahh scenes! yaayyy. /s

All panels and shots belong to Rachel Smythe and her team

First off- tiny head syndrome, yaoi hands, and I'm 95% sure that every male character is beginning to look like a fucking margarita glass. Also, i think the background is just a little bit too blurry: Zeus doesn't really look like he's in the world around him, he's more of a PNG pasted on top.

Oh wait-

Okay. Anatomy. She's got bug eyes and is drawn a little childishly but overall it's alright. Shading. Muddy as shit- Rachel, please stop using the multiply layer for everything please i swear to god-

Overall, from Apollo's perspective this is a pretty good metaphor for this whole comic. A sad little uwu girl is put on a pedestal while she does absolutely horrendous shit. Although the rest of his perspective is shit.

...Artemis, my /p Love, how... why...

So. Artemis is suffering from a really weird pose. Why are her hands doing... that? Her head is also a bit large but that's to be expected. Her pose is just so... stiff? going back to S1 she had such better posing, even if the anatomy was arguably worse.

Look at this??? There's so much emotion and personality in these, and they just look gorgeous! Now, let's compare S1 with S3, hm?

You can see that not only the anatomy is better, the shading is better, and that her outfit is really good, but you can tell that the second photo has much, much more emotion. Natural emotion, that is, not the goofy, non-serious kind of emotion that's comedic at best.

You can tell that Rachel put so much more effort into S1, with the amazing lighting and personality.

I'm going to do he rest of the episode another day lol, the rest of my screenshots are on a diff topic.

[rosiiclouds]

OK SO I GET TO INFODUMP ABOUT MY OWN KNOWLEDGE OF THE DC COMICS SO YIPPEE YOU CANNOT ESCAPE ME

so basically, we’re starting with batfam and the multitudes of robins there is, bc it’s one of th e most confusing thing there is.

The favorite, the classic, Richard Grayson (otherwise known as dick but I. I can’t, I just can’t-)

Orphan, pretty sure his parents died in an accident with their circus act, but idr, I think it also kinda had to do with the joker? Again, don’t remeber

afterwards Bruce adopts him and he becomes Batman’s first sidekick, Robin. He’s the Fun robin, the classic, the quip-er, the silly, a literal twelve year old child fighting crime. Everyone loves him. Everyone has heard of him.

In his teen years, he gets a little more unique, no longer JUST being Batman’s sidekick, but also being a part of the teen titans (after being inspired by the Justice League, Batman’s own superhero club.) he ends up being a bit more rebellious in his own way, and even rejects the Robin mantle, and becoming Nightwing (there was also a Discowing at some point but shhhhhhh)

he also ends up moving out of Gotham to Bludhaven in his adulthood.

then we move onto The Second Robin, also a fan favors.

2. Jason Todd, aka, the guy who has a white streak in his hair.

yea the white streak actually has a lot of plot importance lmao

Jason’s parent also died, completely forgot how, probably another Joker thing-

Bruce takes him in, and he becomes the Next Robin.

Things are good (ish, I mean it’s dc) for a while, but THEN

The Joker Decides To Be a Little Silly (derogatory)

he kidnaps Jason, and Batman… idr if he just doesn’t care or plain just can’t find him, but he doesn’t come to rescue Jason until the very last minute.

Jason is sitting there, thinking Bruce with save him, clinging to that idea, all the while being TORTURED and eventually BRUTALLY PIPE MURDERED BY THE JOKER

I also think the building might’ve blown up at some point but I might be misremembering, or mixing two different canons idk.

BUT THEN

Jason ends up getting revived Due To Stuff I Never Rememebr (something about a Pit, it was green, looked like nukulaer waste).

and he doesn’t remeber SHIT other then being pissed at both the joker and Batman.

so he tries to kill both as (which yeah, Batman didn’t even kill the joker after, just kinda threw him in prison, which he quickly broke out of again. Thanks Batman.), he also now goes by Red Hood, and he gets guns! :D

but you see.

The Next Robin.

3. Tim drake.

rich parents hated and neglected him, he then got adopted by Bruce.

I’ll be honest, I don’t know as much about Tim, but I do know that when Jason came back, he felt betrayed (bc at some point he regains his memories but shhhhh I don’t remeber when) and like Batman replaced him, which is no fault of Tim ofc, but Jason doesn’t know that, and tries to take revenge on both of them

eventually, Jason gets stopped, again I don’t remeber exactly how since a lot of what I know is from other people, not all the comics, but jason eventually leaves them alone and stops trying to kill everyone.

Tim Needs A Fucking Break, so he decides to get a little Silly (not like joker) and goes away for a few years and leaves being Robin behind, (also I think aorund this point he gets his Spleen taken by Guy Who’s Name I Forget But In The Dark Knight Trilogy He’s Played By Liam neson.)

durring this time we get our Fourth Robin, Stephanie Brown.

4. Steph!

she and Tim date at one point but we all decided to side step that so we don’t talk about it nope we do not not right now that is a can of worms we do NOT have time for

Stephanie was raised by this Ofher Guy I Always Forget Name Of, and was trained to be an assassin to both accompany him and take his place. Eventually, she breaks away from him, and joins Batman. She becomes Robin for a while, and has Imposter Syndrome. I love her so much she’s so fun.

after Tim comes back, he takes the Robin role again, and so she’s kinda left without a role, until she is offered the title of Batgirl after Cassandra Cain becomes her own thing (iirc. Also don’t get me started on batgirl it’s a lot, it deserves its own post/ask)

also at one point I think she kills herr dad but there’s no harmonica solo (/ref).

THEN.

5. Damian Al Ghoul/Wayne.

Bruce’s biological son.

he was raised by his mother, (who Jason fucked I think) and grandmother (who stole Tim’s spleen) to be an assassin (AGAIN, this has happened so many times wtf-), and on a mission, he’s assigned to kill Batman.

……..

HES FUCKING EIGHT FUCKING YEARS OLD

he’s I think the youngest Robin too.

anyways he tries to kill Tim. Bc my man can’t fucking catch a break.

and then Bruce adopts him.

and makes Tim give up the mantle of Robin. So Tim gives Robin over to Damian. And it’s one big fucked up family that has a canon Fluff Fic on Webtoon.

there’s also ofc Barbara and Katie and cass and duke but first I need to tell you what Tim did right after Damian becomes robing.

Tim 1) takes o r Wayne enterprises, and 2) keeps doing vigilante work under, get this, the name of RED ROBIN.

I’m not joking,

he’s named afer a fucking restaurant.

tumblr isn’t letting me put images but omg.

he danced around on trade mark to get hit with the next.

so that’s the robins. (Abridged ofc)

how old was everyone .

How old was Tim during the million attempts on his life

HOW OLD WAS JASON WHEN HE DIED

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE CHARACTER SONG Vol.7 Seiron Syndrome by Mukami Yuma Mini Drama ”A Sweet Lesson”

Original title: 甘美な教え

Source: Diabolik Lovers CHARACTER SONG Vol. 7 Mini Drama

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Translator’s note: As a teacher who also taught at middle school for one year, I totally sympathize with the MC in having to try and teach someone who clearly does not care about learning at all lol. Although I guess in Yuma’s case, it’s a little more justified since these guys have been alive for a long time and they can perfectly survive without getting their degree so it must be pretty annoying to have to keep up with high school. :p Especially someone like Yuma who clearly wants to work with his hands and not with his brains. 

Yuma bursts into your room. 

“ーー Oi, Sow!! Teach me this school shit! ...If I don’t pass the upcomin’ midterms, Ruki will have my head on the choppin’ block for real.”

He walks up to you.

“Ah, god...What’s the big deal ‘bout gettin’ a couple of bad grades? Vampires don’t even need school for anythin’...! Come on, make some space for me at yer desk!”

*Rustle*

Yuma takes a seat.

“I brought the textbook and my notes with me, but I honestly have no fuckin’ clue what any of this shit means. ...I want ya to help me remember everythin’! Then if I still fail regardless, I can at least put the blame on ya instead...Right?”

“Ah, fuck off...! All ya need to do is do a proper job, right!? Get started already!”

You start teaching him.

*Scribble scribble*

“...I’ve never even heard of a grammar rule like that.” 

You frown.

“I can’t help it...! God, shut up! I just gotta get it inside my head, right!? Argh, damnit!”

*Crunch*

“...Ah? Ya want me to stop chewin’ sugar? Don’t ya know!? The brain needs carbs to remember all this crap!”

*Crunch*

*Flip*

“Ah! T-The doodles on that page areーー It’s nothin’ important!”

You chuckle.

“Hey, don’t laugh! Fuck...”

*Scribble scribble*

“...Why do we need midterms anyway? Damnit, I can’t be bothered with this shit...”

*Thud*

You flinch.

“God...Stop gettin’ scared over every lil’ thing. ...Whatever. I’ll just tell Ruki that it’s yer fault that I failed my exams. See ya!”

Yuma tries to leave but you stop him.

*Rustle*

“...!? Che...Don’t tug onto my clothes...”

You try to reason with him.

“...Hah? Ya can bet yer ass that I’m tellin’ him it’s yer fault! I don’t give a damn ‘bout how ya feel ‘bout it!”

You pout.

“Ahー Fuck! I wanna just go and water my plants already! So what if I’ve been failin’ my tests!? I’m goin’ to school at least so isn’t that the most important thing!?”

You tell him that he could always repeat his year.

“Ya really think I’m gonna stoop to the same level as that fuckin’ Sakamaki NEET and be held back a year!? God...! I just gotta do this shit, right!? ...But I’m only doin’ this one page today! ...’Kay, shoot me some questions. I gotta explain what these words mean, right?”

You pose question one.

“Haah...? I’ve never even heard of that word before...! I bet yer pronunciation just sucks! Read it one more time.

You repeat the word.

“Haha...Hahaha...Nah, got no clue. ...Ahー This isn’t gettin’ anywhere...I think I’ll go tell Ruki that yer a lousy tutor after all. ...Ah...This pisses me off...I’ll have some Sugar-chaーー”

*Cling*

“Ah!? Che...The jar’s empty...”

*Rustle*

“Hey, gimme yer blood. ...My irritation level has reached its peak now that I’ve run out of sugar on top of bein’ forced to study.”

He pins you down.

*Thud*

“I think I might feel a lil’ better if I have a sip of yer blood...Come on, where do ya want me to bite ya? Tell me.”

You protest.

“Haah!? ‘Let me go’!? God...That wasn’t the question...Guess I gotta punish that mouth of yers for spoutin’ bullcrap...”

*Rustle rustle*

“Ugh...”

 Yuma bites you.

*Sluuuurp*

“Nnh...Hah...Does it hurt, huh? Don’t talk back...It’d be a shame if yer blood were to drip down from the side of yer lips and go to waste...Nnh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“It’s kinda sweet...I bet you’ve been snackin’ on my Sugar-chan behind my back, haven’t ya?”

You shake your head.

“Don’t lie. Nnh...”

*Sluuuurp*

*Rustle rustle*

“Hahn...Nnh...Both yer lips and yer blood are kinda sweet for some reason...Anyway, guess I’ll suck from here next...Nnh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm...Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“...Hah. What? You’re tremblin’...Are ya expectin’ more perhaps? Hehe...Ya really are a Sow at heart. I can’t believe you’re gettin’ a kick outta havin’ yer blood sucked...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hah...No more studyin’, huh? Hehe. Guess we’re partners in crime now.”

*Rustle*

“It’s all yer fault...So ya better don’t think ya can get out of this...Hahn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“I’ll savor ya thoroughly...Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

ーー THE END ーー

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

i watched dom the bombs reading of book 2 and saw people making really negative comments about tillie and the book, it made me feel bad seeing how far people are going to hate on tillie instead of just the book

Yeah, I saw some of his livestream. I don't really watch his content, but I have watched the videos he did about Clementine Book One. I only watched the stream for about two minutes before I had to shut it off because it was that unpleasant, and I'm not referring to the content of the book. Then when I heard through discord that he'd gotten to chapter 9, I turned it back on and watched his reaction and the rant that followed and like... I have a lot of feelings but to put it simply, I'm kinda pissed so apologies for this long post.

Here's the deal: I don't know Dom, and maybe his reactions were exaggerated for his chat, or maybe he really does feel that aggressively passionate about twdg and what these comics have done, I don't know. I jumped into the stream the first time when he was at the part where Clementine's being introduced to new cast at the party, and it's when he was reading and said, "'John is Morro's son' I don't care" that I clicked off. Why should I keep watching when you're not going to put in any effort into the story outside of just hating on it? That's the whole vibe I got and it put me right off.

He can hate them as much as he wants [and he did say that if this wasn't about Clementine, it wouldn't be that bad], that's not my issue. My biggest issue comes when he brings Tillie into it because he always does.

I think his stream had a little bit of a ripple effect that's lead to Tillie's social media. Looking through her most recent post on insta, there are a bunch of new comments with people parroting some stuff he said in his stream... as if she needed more shit. She's been getting these comments for days now.

For those unaware, Tillie Walden just had a baby on October 4th, the same day Clementine Book Two came out, and these are pieces throughout the comments section of that post sharing the news:

I'm trying so hard to put this into words because, on one hand, I get that Dom is just one person and it's not like he can force his audience to do anything. Plus, the hate was happening before his stream so it's not like it's his fault anything... but just because he throws in a "I don't condone harassment of Tillie guys" disclaimer around, that doesn't mean he isn't contributing to the problem.

You can't go on a rant about how Ricca is Tillie's self-insert and no one can change your mind about that, and then be like "but guys don't harass Tillie, she doesn't deserve it." THAT is what people are sending her threats over! You're just validating that self-insert idea! You are contributing to the problem!

Personally, I don't think he's saying "don't send anyone harassment" because he actually gives a shit about Tillie Walden or anyone involved in the project, he's saying it to cover his own ass so no one can point any fingers at him. I'd like to be proven wrong on that. I'd love for him to be more serious about it and say more than just "I don't condone harassment" before going on to say he's gonna bring the hammer down for his review.

And y'know what? You're right. I can't change your mind about Ricca being a self-insert because you don't want to change your mind.

Both of them having glasses isn't evidence, and "they look exactly the same!" doesn't work when Tillie's art style has same-face syndrome. Slap some glasses on Olivia and oop, Olivia must be a self-insert, too!

Like... do people still not get how stories are made? Writers tend to write what they know, they draw from their life experiences and that influences their characters, settings, and plots. You know what probably happened? Tillie wears glasses, and she probably thought about how much it would suck to wear glasses in the apocalypse, and gave that idea to one of her characters.

But does it even matter? You've already decided it's not up for debate. You're not open to discussion on it. You're set on spreading "Ricca is a self-insert" to your audience, that ripples through the fandom, and a shit ton of people are weaponizing it. "Ricca is a self-insert" is why they're going after her on a post about her newborn baby.

I know how that this works. It's happened to me where I've said something only to see some of my followers weaponizing it against other people. Shit, when I was on the subreddit the other day, I saw someone misquoting me from my first read through of Book Two post: I never said I would lose my shit if they named Olivia's baby Amos Junior, AJ 2.0. I was making a fucking joke. And do you know how many times I've come across "AJ 2.0" since? An alarming amount!

When you have a platform with any amount of followers, shit you say is going to spread and it might be used poorly. There isn't much you can do about it except think about the future shit you say and how you say it. You're never going stop everyone from being shitty; some people are just insistent on being assholes, but you can always try to reach through to more people.

There is a conversation to be had about the contents of chapter 9, and how this story is leaning toward a more romantic focus over a gritty zombie drama. There's a lot to say about Ricca as a character. There are legit criticisms of these books, and criticisms to be had of Skybound for continuing the series after the games ended... but I don't think many people are interested in actually having those conversations. I think they just want to be mad. I think they want to put all the blame on one person, and since it's Tillie's name on the books, they want to hate her.

And I don't even dislike Dom or anything. He seems like a nice guy who's passionate about the games and is disappointed the comics didn't do them justice. From the parts I watched he had good points about how Skybound were the ones who hired Tillie knowing her previous work. I see where he's coming from with his dislike of the romance angle, too.

But it's the reactionary anger that feeds and grows, which again, I don't blame him for having strong feelings or reacting. I used to stream on twitch and you do get carried away; you exaggerate, you get pissed off and so does chat and suddenly everything is heated and you're bouncing that off each other. So I get it.

I guess I just dread his actual review because I know what's going to happen. And now I'm also a little worried about my review.

I'm just upset that this is what the twdg fandom's turned into. I mean, we've always had toxicity but I don't remember it ever being this bad. There's nothing I can do about it except hope people calm down.

...I can't believe this is where my character arc has led me. I'm the Tillie Walden and, to an extent, the Clementine comics defender... Well, shit.

I don't even like the comics, I think they're bullshit too, and yet-

[samgirl98]

Cain and Abel Wept 12/?

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Kudos to everyone who guessed right on who had gone to, ahem, visit the Fentons. Enjoy!

Dick never saw the attack coming, but he sure felt it. He didn’t even have time to get his escrima sticks when he felt a staff hitting his knees and sweeping him off his feet. He fell from the roof, and only years of experience had him rolling and landing on his feet instead of his face.

Dick got up into a defensive position only to come face-to-face with Jazz Fenton twirling a white staff with green accents. He didn’t even have a chance to blink before she attacked again. Only his well-honed instincts had him drawing his escrima sticks and stopping the staff.

“Wait, it’s me, Nightwing. I’m here to make sure everything is fine.”

A chill ran down Dick’s spine at Jazz’s cold stare, “Funny; I don’t remember any of us calling you for help or asking you to come over.”

Dick blinked, and the next thing he knew, he was staring at the night sky. Jazz’s face soon replaced it.

“Ever heard of boundaries, Nightwing? I understand you feel a need to take care of your family but focus on your family if you want to fulfill your elder daughter syndrome and leave me and my family alone.”

 “What,” he asked, confused.

Jazz looked at him thoughtfully while twirling her staff.

“Does Batman know you’re here? Does Damian? Or did you decide to make an executive decision to come spy on us by yourself?”

“I’m not spying,” he said defensively.

“Lurking, then,” Jazz replied impatiently.

Dick felt angry, “I’m not lurking, either.”

“Touched a nerve, did we? Well, I’m just calling it how I see it, dick.”

“No names on the field,” he said automatically. Jazz raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry I gave you the impression I was saying your name, dick.”

This time, the emphasis on the word told him precisely what she meant. Jazz put the end of her staff under Dick’s chin before he could move.

“I’ll ask you one more time, what are you doing here?”

“I already told you; I wanted to make sure you guys were all right. It’s not my fault you decided to attack without provocation.”

Dick flinched as the staff hit the ground right by his face; the bits of rocks left a little cut on his cheek.

“Stop lying. Did Damian send you?”

“What? No,” Dick didn’t want the progress Damian had made with Danny to go down the drain just because Dick couldn’t contain his curiosity.

Jazz let Dick get up, but before he could put the escrima sticks away (which were only still in his hands due to experience and nothing else), she attacked.

“Where I come from,” she said casually, “we tend to greet each other through sparring. So then, Nightwing, show me what you got.”

“Wait, I don’t want to fight!”

“Really, well, you said you were here to make sure we were fine. If you can’t beat me, then there was no point in you coming here, now, is there?”

Dick dodged a hit to the face just to get hit on his right shoulder. Even though he didn’t want to fight, he knew Jazz would keep attacking, so he went on the offensive. He feinted with a hit to her stomach with his left escrima stick but then went to hit her arm with the right one; she saw right through it.

They went apart, circling each other, looking for an opening. Jazz’s eyes seemed to glow in the dark.

She attacked again, but without the staff. She threw a punch at his face, but he saw that she was going for his leg. He backflipped away. Somehow, Jazz knew what he would do because just as he landed on his feet, she was behind him, getting him by the shoulder she had hit him on earlier, and judo flipped him onto his back.

“How are you so fast,” he asked breathlessly as he got up again. She didn’t answer and continued the attack, not letting him catch his breath.

“Ghosts don’t need to breathe. They’re faster than humans, and if you stop to think and don’t react, you can end up being thrown through a wall,” Jazz explained calmly before attacking again.

This time she went for a kick to his gut which he could stop; he couldn’t stop the staff from hitting his leg. Then it hit his inner thigh (a little too close to the groin area for comfort.) He was able to punch her on her shoulder and then sweep her off her feet, but as she went down, she hooked her leg around his and brought him down with her.

He didn’t have time to process what had happened before she was back on her feet and ready to strike him. Dick got her staff and threw it away, leaving her weaponless. Jazz punched his nose and then his solar plexus. He coughed hard but could once again sweep her off her feet before putting his left foot on her stomach. Jazz didn’t seem to think but got his foot and twisted it hard.

“Aww,” he got his foot off her, and she got up. She still wasn’t breathing hard. What was she made of?

“Still think we need protection? Just so you know, of the four of us, I’m the least skilled. My mom is a ninth-degree black belt that can kick any human’s or ghost’s ass. My dad is a tank that can literally Kool-Aid man his way through any wall, and Danny is the literal Ghost King, almost a god.”

“So, don’t insult my intelligence and tell me why you’re really here, or there’s gonna be a round two. And unlike you, I have no problem hurting you.”

Dick thought about it for a second; he had been holding back, and he doubted he’d be able to go all out on her for fear of hurting her. Jazz didn’t have the same reservations.

“I suggest you do what she wants, dude, before she comes out with her Xena impression and takes out the nine-of-tail whip,” a voice said out of nowhere.

Jazz scowled, “Danny, don’t use your powers unless you have to.”

Danny appeared in front of the two of them, eating popcorn, of all things.

“You should be asleep.”

“Come on, Jazz; it’s not every day I get to see you beat the crap out of a hero.”

“She didn’t beat the crap out of me,” Dick defended himself.

Danny turned to him, “It was close. Besides, you’re the one with a bleeding nose, busted lip, and limping while she seems fine.”

Dick frowned as he wiped his face. It was sticky. Okay, so she had gotten a few lucky shots, but still, she didn’t beat the crap out of him.

“So, then, why are you here? And I suggest you answer, or I call Dami right now.”

Dick’s eyes widened a bit before he began talking, “I wanted to meet you, one on one, but had no idea how to. Damian seemed a bit out of it when he returned home today. He didn’t even want to patrol. I wanted to know what you told him.”

Danny raised an eyebrow, “If Dami wanted you to know what we talked about, he would’ve told you. I suggest you take your cue from him and don’t disturb us again. You’re already on the short end of the list with me. I don’t appreciate people who don’t respect my boundaries.”

Danny turned around and walked back into the house.

“Oh, and I suggest you tell Damian you came here without telling him before I do. I’ll give you until tomorrow.”

He disappeared into the house.

Jazz put away her staff (somehow shrinking it) before walking away from him.

“If you ever want a rematch, call me before you come here,” she walked toward the door before turning back, “Oh, and tell, Tim, was it? Tell Tim to stop trying to spy on us with his bugs. We know how to find them and destroy them. You guys really need to learn how to respect other people’s decisions.”

She followed Danny into the house, leaving Dick alone.

Fuck, Damian was going to kill him.

____

Tim finally had time to go through the security footage from the bugs he had planted in the safe house. It’s not that he didn’t trust Bruce’s judgment. It’s just that Tim liked to do his own research.

As his laptop was booting up, he thought back to Damian.

The demon brat had been strangely quiet and solemn when he had returned. He was cranky, as usual, but his insults lacked their usual bite. Tim wanted to know what Danny had told him.

Damian may be a demon in a kid’s clothing, but he was still his younger brother, and Tim had no idea how to help his emotionally constipated sibling. (Tim was unaware he was also in the same boat as Damian regarding emotions.)

What worried Tim the most was when Damian refused to go on patrol with them, leaving Red Robin with an unusually high-energized Red Hood.

(Jason also refused to tell him what had happened during the two siblings' meetings.)

And dammit, Tim was curious. He wanted, no, needed to know what had happened.

(He was about to regret it.)

When his laptop was fully booted up, he opened the first file.

(Mistake.)

Tim could’ve done it on the Bat Computer, but Bruce had forbidden them from spying monitoring on the Fentons.

When the first file opened up, an error message popped up.

“What the hell?”

Tim used a code he had invented to get over the error message and tried to get to the juicy bits.

(His second mistake.)

Suddenly flashing lights and loud noises started sounding through the earphones. He took them off quickly but could hear a loud voice saying: ‘Error, error, too fine Pharoah says turn back, error, error.’

Instead of listening to the warning, Tim decided to push through it. He needed those files. What were the Fentons hiding?

Tim used a virus of his own meant to destroy other viruses when another warning flashed through.

‘Error, error, too fine Pharoah virus has been activated. T-minus ten seconds remain before the computer self-destructs. Nine, eight, seven…’

Tim tried to turn off the laptop to save it, but it was useless. The laptop’s screen went blank before it made a mini-explosion.

Fuck, how was he going to explain this?

____

Danny texted Bruce. He had told Dick he would give him a chance to tell Damian the truth but never said he wouldn’t tell their Batdad. It wasn’t fair, and they deserved their privacy.

He got a message right away:

BRUCE: Thank you for letting me know, Danny. I will fix this right away.

ME: Thank you. I hope this gets resolved soon. I don’t like having my haunt disrespected, even if it is a temporary one.

BRUCE: No, I understand. I will talk to the boys and the rest of the family. I will make sure this doesn’t happen again. Please don’t hold this against Damian.

ME: I don’t. I’ll talk to you both soon.

Danny put away his phone and grinned. He kinda wished he could be there to see the fallout of Dick’s and Tim’s invasion of privacy.

Danny’s grin grew a bit inhuman at the thought, and he went to sleep with it decorating his face.

So fun fact, I was going to put the Tim part next chapter, but it fits so well here that I just had to. Now up to you lovelies; should I write Bruce scolding the kids, or should that just be implied. I ask because this was absolutely indulgent on my part and I don't want to deviate too much from the plot. However, I think it would be funny. Let me know

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[megnificent-reads]

Once Upon a Broken Heart, Stephanie Garber - ⅗ ☆

Disclaimer, I read this a couple of weeks ago and didn’t write anything down so, I might misremember things, miss things, or mention things that actually happen in book two. Sorry.

I expected a lot out of this, and ended up not getting much. I tend to get annoyed and start angrily rambling when this happens, but I was mostly just upset. I was recommended this by my best friend, who really enjoyed it. I trust her opinions, so I was excited. But there was just something missing for me. 

The plot is kept vague and secretive the entire book. It reminded me a little of “the game” in Masters of Death by Olivie Blake, which I ended up not finishing because of the intentional vagueness. It’s just a personal preference, but I can’t care about the plot if I don’t know what it is. 

The characters seemed semi-interesting, but it seemed like most of the attention was given to Jacks, which still wasn’t a lot. It kind of has ACOTAR-syndrome, where the plan is for more books, so development is extremely slow. Maybe I’m just one of those iPad baby dopamine addicts who want plot fast but, this is my opinion blog so you get the iPad baby opinion. 

Evangline, my pink-haired princess

Now, the title of this section is misleading, because I don’t actually like her that much. However, her hair is naturally pink so she automatically gets a few points in my book.

I don’t want to call her the dumbest protagonist I’ve ever read, but off the top of my head, I can’t think of a dumber one. I’ll try to be nicer to her and say naive. She sees the best in her obviously evil stepsister, drinks poison that is labeled “POISON” in the name of love, and trusts a guy she was told repeatedly throughout life not to trust because he looked trustworthy and she missed her boyfriend. 

In her defense, I’d do anything for my husband, but I think if I turned myself to stone for him he’d do something to un-stone me but hey, what can you do?

She seems to not trust Jacks when he’s doing nice things for her, but trusts him deeply when he’s doing something obviously nefarious. 

But again her hair is pink, and I love her. 

Jacks, the Prince of My Heart

Sometimes he pisses me off but at the end of the day I love him. Even though he’s blonde. 

I was about to say I loved this little freak from the beginning. I didn’t, I actually thought he was a little too weird (rare for me), but in hindsight, I love this little freak from the beginning.

Something so romantic about calling your future love interest pathetic for wanting the very thing you’re cursed to also want.

I hate to say it, but I do love Jacks for more what he could be, not what he is in this book. I love characters that seem themselves as irredemable monsters, simply because they haven’t met anyone that thinks otherwise. (I’ll talk about you later, Selwyn Kane). 

But, Jacks doesn’t seem to change his mind at all throughout the entire book. Dedicated to the bit, I guess, but we rarely see who he really is. I got a glimpse of it on page 196 with his masochism speech, which I loved. I was so excited to learn more! Then he returned to exactly what he was a couple of pages earlier. We get a bit of his backstory near the end, but something about it didn’t feel fulfilling. It’s possible I just didn’t care about his ex-true love because I just wanted to pick him and Evangeline up like dolls and make them kiss. I have my faults.

Until next time…

This book in particular I’d love opinions and different perspectives on. I really wanted to like this book. I really wanted to care about Jacks more. It just felt like a lot of setup for the rest of the series, rather than a book that can stand on its own. 

[owlwithascarf]

After a terrible dream of being laughed at and dumped by a gallon of milk, Tina woke up

...

...

...

Tina woke up and viewed her room that was blurry because she didn't put her glasses on and felt her nightstand and hair to see if she was awake or asleep in the terrifying nightmare

Tina:I guess it was a dream... If I didn't wait a bit longer for grabbing my glasses, I wouldn't get damped with milk by that *muttering a bit loudly* Oh hopefully no one heard me mutter-

She then tried to sleep but couldn't, not by her restless leg syndrome but because she kept thinking about the accident

Saturday morning 7:00 AM

Tina then changed out of her usual nightdress to her usual attire

Tina:What is this weird damp spot? It's not like it rained in here right? *Slight chuckle*

Tina then picked up her shirt that was still damp from milk and furiously flung the shirt to the other side of the room

Tina:Oh I just realized I shouldn't done that... But its- oh wait it is my fault

Linda:Tina! Breakfast sweetie!

Tina:Just a second!

After leaving her room, Louise whispered to Tina about yesterday

Louise:Tina are you still mad at-

Tina then putted her finger on Louise's lips and slightly got embarrassed then did her usual monotone groan sound

Gene:Tina?

Bob:Uhh... Tina?

Linda:Kids go check on your sister, Your father and I have to open the restaurant. Try to comfort your sister. Tina you can have mopey lopey time on the couch

Gene:Uhh ok *He said in a confused tone before helping his sister getting up*

Louise:Come on get that confused tone out of your system, I like sad Tina!

Tina continued to groan and fell but didn't say the usual "I'm ok!" And replaced it with a "I'm not ok..."

Louise:Oookay now I'm scared about this

After putting the sad ragdoll on the couch they decided to put her usual happy mood makers

Several minutes pass by

Linda:Bob what do you think about Tina

Bob:Well she's a nice daught-

Linda:Not about that part, The part where she moaned at breakfast

Bob:Well I don't know, I hope the kids are helping her and not making her situation worse

Linda:That's true but I know how Louise is, She's just a little...evil

Back at the apartment

Louise:Damn it! We already tried everything, We tried getting one of her horses and hormonal teenagery stuff!

Gene:Wait what about *whispering*

Louise:How could I forget that stuff!

Gene and Louise grabbed all the Jimmy Jr or Jimmy Jr related stuff and shoved it all at Tina's face

Tina then furiously kicked all of it before Louise tightly locked her legs and slapped her out of it

Gene: *in a scared tone* Uhhh Tina I think you should relax a bit

Louise then agreed with Gene about being scared about Tina being furious at Jimmy Jr

Gene tried comforting her while Louise tried brushing her hair to her usual bangs and short hair

Gene carefully tried to get something Jimmy Jr related and showed it to her face

Tina then punched it quickly that the it ripped that paralyzed Gene by fear for a few seconds

Louise then held Tina down by the arms and the legs...with paper

Gene:Louise I'm still scared about Tina ripping this Jimmy Jr thing

Tina:Uhh guys can you let me go now?

Louise:Uhh ok...Go with mom and dad with the slop shop, I think I can hold her down

Tina:Guys, Seriously my...arms are uncomfortable

Louise:Up bup bup bup. I'm not falling for it

Louise then grabbed something out of the Jimmy Jr pile and showed it to her

Louise then grabbed one of his gym socks while covering her nose

Tina tried not going into a furious rage at it to prove Louise that she's no longer mad at Jimmy Jr

Louise:Finally your system is under control, Come on,now help me put your hormonal teenagery weirdo obsession with Jimmy Jr

Tina: Alright...

After finishing cleaning the dirty pile they went down to the restaurant

Linda:Tina! Sweetie! Are you alright? Are you hungry?

Tina:No, but-

Louise:Why did your puberty operation crash when I whispered about yesterday

Yesterday... Yesterday...Yesterday...

*Flashback*

Jimmy Jr:Oh sorry...

*Distinct laughing*

*Flashback over*

Tina:Nooooo! *Hyperventilates*

*Tina then rapidly smacked all the white stuff in the restaurant because the color reminded her of milk*

Bob:Oh my god!

Gene:Ahhh we're under attack!

Linda then grabbed her arms and rotated her to her face

Linda:Tina! Are you ok?

Louise:I'm not cleaning these napkins. The puberty tornado did this mess!

Gene:Yeah!

*The restaurant is now closed and they all headed up for dinner*

Tina then sighed

Gene: *whispering to Louise* Sad bones at 3 o clock!

Louise: *whispering* Ok!

Tina stilled was sad and a bit embarrassed about the incident

Louise: *clears throat* Ahem brother, isn't our sister gorgeous and beautiful?

Gene:Oh umm yeah, And doesn't she have s good sense of fashion?

Tina:I'm going to bed

Linda:You blew it

Bob:Good effort right?

Louise:Ehh...

Gene:Hey! At least I noticed it!

Bob;Anyways I think we should go to bed now

Saturday was a disaster for Louise and Gene

Monday morning

Linda:Any effort kids?

Gene:Nope

*Fluttering could be heard in Tina's room*

Bob:What the?

Louise:Is there a bird in Tina's room?

Gene:Or is she a bird?

Linda:Kids go check on her

Louise:When will this Tina-strophe be over!?

Bob:Kids! Now, check on your sister

Louise:Ughh! Alright we'll go!

Gene carefully opened the door a bit to see what was happening

*Tina was throwing her erotic friend fan fictions all over the room*

Gene and Louise agreed to hold her down again for the 3rd time in a row

Tina:Uhhhh! Noooo! He deserves this!

Louise furiously grabbed Tina's shirt collar

Louise:Just let it go with this Jimmy Jr catastrophe!

Tina: *scared out of her mind* Ow my throat... But its-

Louise slapped Tina's face as hard as she could that it left a red mark on her cheek

Tina:Ow!

Gene:Look just go with Jimmy Jr and sort this out!

*At school*

Louise:Oh Tina look! Jimmy Jr is over at his locker with his butt and he's looking quite handsome for a 14 yr boy!

Louise:Go T- uhh Tina? Tina?! Tina belcher?

Gene:And the girl is long gone

Jimmy Jr:Weres your sister guys?

Louise:I don't know

Jimmy Jr:I need your help to make a apology musoem for Tina

Gene:Ok!

Louise:But it's gonna cost ya big time!

Jimmy Jr:Ughhh nevermind

Louise:You gotta get ready Romeo, You want your Juliet? Well it's gonna cost you!

Jimmy:Ughhhh fine you win! I'll give you 25 bucks if you help me

Louise:Uhh no 25 grand

Jimmy Jr:50!

Louise:Grand?

Jimmy Jr:50 bucks...

Louise:Sold, Alright we will root through our sister's room and give you the details

Gene:If we can stomach it

Jimmy Jr:Well I also gonna give you a hand, I really want Tina back

Gene:Perfect

*At the restaurant*

Bob:Hey ki-

Gene:Mom and dad you guys are doing a great job, Mind if we pop upstairs? Yes ok, bye!

Linda:What?

*At Tina's room*

Louise: *signals Jimmy Jr who was in the alley waiting for the signal*

Jimmy Jr:Alright here I am, So...

Louise:Uhh don't read these erotic friend fan fiction, if you could stomach all the gross teenage hormonal stuff

Jimmy Jr:Yeah right... *Grabs a friend fan fiction*

"Sexy unstoppable"?

"Well Tina, We stopped the train with dangerous cargo"

"Yeah we did"

"They both touched each other's lips and hips and had jumped into the future where they had dozens of dozens kids"

Jimmy Jr:Oh god...I think I might be sick from reading it...

Gene:Yeah that's a advanced skill that someone needs to achieve

Jimmy Jr:So I guess I have to show my butt to her and she'll love me again?

Louise:Oh and she loves horses and zombies that's it! Now pay the price lover boy

Jimmy Jr:Here...

Louise:I love 50 dollar bill smell...

Gene:Yay I'm rich!

Jimmy Jr:Good thing that didn't make a dent at my saved money

*Tuesday, 12:46 PM*

Jimmy Jr:Hey Tina...

Tina would try to ignore him and walk away

*Jimmy Jr puts attention to his butt*

Tina:Butts...

Jimmy Jr:Oh umm... Horses are cool and so are zombies! Zombies are cool things because their second chances are life and Horses have cool hair in their heads and tails! Ummm, It's not my best work but-

Tina rapidly locks him in a tight hug and kiss

Tina:I forgive you Jimmy Jr...

Jimmy Jr:I was trying to show Zeke a cool thing that's why I accidently spilled milk all over y-

Tina would put her finger on his lip and resumed kissing him

Gene:I knew it would work out...

Louise:There goes our girl, kissing boys, butts, zombies and horses...

Gene:What can we do with 50 bucks?

GENES THE BEST SIBLING EVER, BYEEE SCRAM GO ON GET (No this wasn't a tinimmyweek fan fiction)

Tags:Bobs burgers, Bobsburgers, Bobs_burgers (Yes there are multiple other tags than this one)

[watertribe-enya]

For the ask game. 13. 14. And 15.

I'm gonna go ahead and do this for different fandoms I'm invested in, if you have a specific fandom in mind please send it with the ask ^^

13 worst blorbofication

Can I say the Colletor from The Owl House? I cannot even blame the fandom too much, since the show did it too. But as soon as the little guy was freed from his prison and got a cuddly child form many seemed to forget the terrifying behavior he showed beforehand. Like he was supposed to be an ancient, morally grey entity, not a n overgrown toddler whom everyone was mean too. And then came For The Future and he really was just an overgrown toddler whom everyone was mean too. Him laughing at some of Belos' cruelties? That was actually Belos fault, because he taught him opposite day logic and that pain was funny! (An actual take I've seen) Actually children don't have a single mean bone in their bodies, unless they were abused! Nevermind the fact that children do cruel things all the time, without any abuse involved. Hell, even King himself showed plenty of cruel and mean behavior earlier in the show. And I doubt that Eda was as shitty as a parental figure as Belos was (even though she was highly questionable too earlier on)

And although I haven't seen any really bad takes along with the character, Zolf "I committed genocide and enjoyed it" Kimblee getting ranked relatively high in character polls. Higher than Scar and Hohenheim at least. How? Why? What does this guy actually bring to the table that's so enjoyable? Okay, he called Hawkeye and Mustang out, but so did Scar!

14 that one thing you see in fics all the time

Dead Guy Jr. naming syndrome. It doesn't bother me as much if it's one or two characters doing it for a kid, but if half the cast does it for all their children it gets weird. It's especially prevalent in Fullmetal Alchemist fanfictions in my experience. You can seemingly pick any fanfic about the further adventures of the characters and always have little Ninas, little Maes, little Trisha, little Urey, little Sara and the list goes on.

Furthermore, Roy Mustang the excellent father figure. You know, the guy who's first reaction was to shake a crippled little boy wildly, without even confirming it was the kid he was looking for and mad at XD. The guy who never interacted with either his best friend's widow and/or his daughter. Who picks fights with a kid half his age. Name one parental thing he actually did for the Elric's, aside from trying to shield them from Hughes death.

Also portraying certain (usually villainous) characters as sexual abusers/predators when there were no hints of that in canon. To be clear, I'm not judging you for dealing with such dark themes, it just gets a little exhausting for me personally. For example I really like Rex Godwin from Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's, a character who is morally grey on the best of days, and usually behaves really shitty and manipulative towards the main cast, and it often goes "Oh a new fanfic featuring him, what a rare occurence...oh it's one of those".

Having Jonathan Joestar as this innocent almost virgin, who only had sex because canon dictates it, and even then only once. I get that he's victorian and all, but the guy was married for five days before his untimely death, not one night.

15 that one thing you see in fanart all the time

Portraying Dio Brando as Jonathan's dearly missed brother whom he would hug instantly after reuniting in Heaven (that goes for fanfics too). It's okay, completely ignore the fact that Jonathan would have massive beef with him for once again trying to kill his family. Or killing all those innocent civilians. Or having children and dooming them to live with their usually abusive mothers.

And pretty much all of the above things apply here too.

[deathxcko]

leaked data / / loading personal conversation under sub-folder 'robins' group chat - subsection 'the bludhaven incident' / / . . . permission granted / / / / ( @spoilur @appheirent @volucerrubidus ) . . .

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 eat my ass all of you guys

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 What

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 I'm leaving this chat since clearly I'm not wanted.

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 not anyone’s fault but your own

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 What's going on

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 D███ decided to be what he's best at. The world's shittiest brother.

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 oh look, if it isn’t the consequences of your own actions

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 fuck you

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 t██, he shouldn’t have brought it in here to begin with he’s just pissed off because he starts fights he can’t win

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 Woah okay this all explains nothing so thanks for that One of you two wanna be more detailed here?

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 no, I think if you have the guts to say to me that my greasy hands ruin gotham that I shouldn't be around here, either start fights??? YOU stuck your nose in MY business

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 What???

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 you don't fucking own a city, asshole sorry that I interrupted your bootlicking. But it's not my problem.

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 you made a problem in MY city. it’s bad enough that you pull this shit in gotham, you didn’t have to bring it to bludhaven

D█████— 05/08/2023 What are you two even talking about?

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 it’s not anyone’s business but ours. someone just doesn’t know how to have a private conversation

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 Pretty sure stuff having to do with ops in Gotham and Haven has a lot to do with us, actually

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 because you're the only one who gets to stick your fucking nose in other people's business, my bad d███

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 maybe i wouldn’t have to stick my nose in everyone’s business if people in this family could keep their lives together for two seconds

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 who asked you to fucking mess with any of our lives here, first

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 Yowch, D███.

𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 perfect d███ ██████ who can do no fucking wrong extends a GRACIOUS HAND TO ITS FUCKING SERVANTS out of the kindness of his heart are we a burden to you d███? Guess what: nobody asked for your goddamn help

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 are you personally just incapable of not having a victim complex?

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 Will someone please explain what the heck happened in Haven

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 learned from the best, apparently

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 because clearly everything that goes wrong in your life is something specifically orchestrated to spite you and only you

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 cry a little harder about how "hard" it was to "take care of us"

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 because nobody else has problems but the martyred j████ ████ you know what? this is not the place to be having this conversation

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 It's kind of amazing how neither of you is listening to anyone but your own selves Feel like I could say something wild and you'd both just gloss over it lol

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 t██ living in a cardboard box syndrome

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 because this doesn’t involve you

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 fuck you d███ leave him alone

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 like you have a right to be saying anything to t██

D█████— 05/08/2023 But you both just attacked him.

s████— 05/08/2023 wtf lol

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 I mean, hardly that bad of an attack honestly I don't give off vibes that I can't handle some ribbing do I

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 I was handling a deal, t██. That had nothing to fucking do with striped blue over here. But I had to move shipments out of Haven and he got pissed that he couldn't find me immediately to try and ship us all off. so he shows up and decides to fucking narc on me and tie me up before leaving me to rot because I was doing something that wasn't lapdog approved, I guess.

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 “handling a deal” call it what it is asshole, you were TRAFFICKING DRUGS into my city

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 who'd you narc to, D███?

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 OH IM SORRY HAVE WE ALL FORGOTTEN WHO I AM?

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 you so do not get to play the victim here you’re lucky i didn’t have your stupid ass hauled off to jail

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 Jail time???

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 fucking do it wouldn't be the first time you tried

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 Dw J████ I'll break you out again

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 t██, shut up

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 t██ shut up

T█��� █████— 05/08/2023 I don't think I will

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 D███ LEAVE FUCKING T██ OUT OF THIS

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 you are the most exhausting person i have ever had the misfortune of dealing with

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 oh so just make me arkhams problem again why don't you

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 Let's like, not do anything that will escalate this guys No jail time, no pummeling each other, Can we just let this burn itself out?

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 cart me off and send me to the loony bin if I'm that much of an inconvenience to you.

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 YOU WERE KILLING PEOPLE

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 ok

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 stop acting like you were the victim in that situation, you stopped being the victim the moment you started taking lives

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 and you've never stopped.

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 Why does there have to be a victim here Does it have to be all or nothing

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 because we’re dealing with j████ here

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 Don't do that

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 boohoo I'm d███ ██████ feel BAD for me and my parental trauma. Don't worry!!! I'll remind everyone about it on my fucking high horse for the next decade

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 Look D███ I agree that killing is wrong but you two are dragging in stuff that has nothing to do with this

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 must be easy to dismiss me because I'm some kind of fuck up.

d███ ██████— 05/08/2023 yeah, you are

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 Woah Too far

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.— 05/08/2023 I'm glad that you were in space when I fucking died and no one told you.

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 Also too far!

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍. has left the chat.

D█████— 05/08/2023 That was an interesting conversation.

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 Yeah. Their blowouts are pretty rough

s████— 05/08/2023 should we like…..check on either of them? i can grab j████ if you grab d███

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 Probably, but be careful; it's like stepping on a mine field Me or D█████?

s████— 05/08/2023 this so doesn’t need to be d█████’s problem

D█████— 05/08/2023 I’m right here. I’m fine.

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 Didn't think so! Just wanted to check

D█████— 05/08/2023 I can handle it. I’m not afraid of either of them.

s████— 05/08/2023 not about your ability to handle it

T██ █████— 05/08/2023 It's not about being afraid Yeah what S████ said

D█████— 05/08/2023 I can help.

s████— 05/08/2023 D█████, just let us handle it okay? i’ve got this

end of chat.