#hence the crocs

[quinnoct]

Leo come get Donnie -- he's delirious

[sw4nfire]

so I made the mistake of listening to the character songs sung by the voice actors and it sparked a buggy centric mad max style musician/music au and I cant get it out of my head here is a google doc with all the details and my reasonings

I tried not to change much about one piece's wacky world since I love it so much

[ladychandraofthemoone]

HAPPY 35TH ANNIVERSARY SHINING TIME STATION 🚂✨☁️💨🎉🎊🎂

(the conductor family is in the background just facepalming he’s fine btw😅😅)

[dreadbornesaint-moved]

"Do not force my hand and give me cause to put the crocs in sports mode."

[dentpx]

Zoe's Ultimate Favorite Character of All Time Poll: Day Two category: i had a crush on you and had a little universe in my head about it

[demaparbat-hp]

Hiya!! 👋🏼😄 How's it going? Your fashion taste for Zuko in a Modern AU seems to be artsy, or maybe "formal" is the word. That shirt he wore when he gave Sokka romantic song advice looked Versace🧐. Anyway, I was wondering how you came up with it, he always struck me more as the type that didn´t care much about fashion, so I'm curious about other´s opinions and heacanons about it. And do you have any other fashion headcanons for the rest of the GAang? Also, their music tastes. How did you come up with them? Especially Katara's! 😍

Hello! As it happens, I have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings™ about this, so I'm leaving these over here, and the rest of my ramblings down below the cut!

Let us begin with the Gaang, shall we?

SUKI always struck me as that Pretty Girl from the Gym. She is so incredibly fit it isn't even funny. She could kick anyone's ass, and we'd all thank her. She has this casual gym style that somehow always looks glorious on her, as it should! Comfy yet fashionable clothes for a nice workout or a day in town.

Her music tastes are basically any and all power songs from the eighties and nineties. (Eye of the Tiger, anyone?) She also enjoys metal via Toph, and bands like BSB, NSYNC, or Boyz II Men with Katara. My girl has a very eclectic Playlist and we all love her for it.

SOKKA is That Guy™. Loose T-shirts and shorts everywhere he goes, no matter the weather. He's stupidly into fashion but it doesn't show! At all! And everyone teases him about it. His closet is about 90% Cactus Juice merchandise, hence the "it's the quenchiest!" shirt.

His fashion and music tastes are pretty much the same. He loves poetry but isn't really into lyrics. He'll misinterpret just about anything you place in front of him. His Playlist is mostly vibes and tiktok songs he kind of enjoys. He isn't really into music...at least not as much as his sister.

AANG owns exactly one hoodie, one pair of shorts, and one beanie (THE beanie). Oh, and the crocs—don't forget the crocs. Somehow, he's always wearing the exact same outfit. Every. Single. Day. Ancient Gaang lore suggests that the day Aang goes out without his beanie, it's the end of the world.

His Playlist is the poppiest, most bizarre thing ever. Every single song is Happy by Pharrell Williams levels of happy. Yet sometimes, among the bouncy dance-to songs, you'll find the strangest of things... (He does know what Good Day by Twenty One Pilots is about. That's the reason he likes it so much, actually. And it's so weird.)

KATARA is all about sundresses and loose pants. The epitome of comfortable loveliness. Light fabrics in blue shades, careful embroidery, delicate shoes, and little to no accessories—hers is a simple, yet quite adorable, style. She just needs to add more colors to her usual palette...

She is, first and foremost, a Florence + The Machine girl. It's the Dark Goddess of the Sea vibes, to be honest. Florence Welch is her idol and yes, she will fight you about lyrics interpretation, and win. It may not seem like it, but her music tastes are also very varied.

She draws a little from each member of the Gaang, so you'll hear her humming along to Gorillaz (where did you even find out about them, Aang?), The Weeknd (I...don't think this song means what you think it means, Sokka...), and Hozier (Zuko why did you dedicate Talk to me, Zuko WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT).

TOPH...ah, lovely girl. I'll summarise everything about Toph’s fashion sense in two words: comfort and rebellion. Stuffy dresses forced on her by billionaire parents? No thank you! Give her tank tops with loose shirts and short pants. Bandaids shared with Aang, bracelets from Katara, and even piercings she got in tandem with Sokka. Shoes? What even is that?

Something I love about this fandom is our collective agreement that Toph is into the dirtiest, heaviest, most ear-splitting and soul-crushing death metal of all times. Her Playlist is full of the most obscure names to ever exist, and she can and will blast through your walls with the sheer volume of her speaker.

Zuko. ZUKO.

Even in a modern AU my boy must suffer. That being said, I envision Tales from the Couch as—well, exactly what it is: an ATLA modern AU. While there is not a war to fight, and a lot of plot lines are discarded or expanded upon, much about the core story remains the same.

This is my way of saying that Zuko still goes trough his redemption arc, and it reflects on his fashion choices.

The way you described it works perfectly because of one single reason: in this AU, Zuko is an artist. He had to suppress his love for writing and drawing because of his background and the expectations Ozai had for him (taking over the family company), and a very large part of his redemption arc directly affects his relationship with art.

In the Couch equivalent of S1, Zuko has fallen out of Ozai's graces, and is desperate to protect his place in the company and the Kasai household. He's pretending to be someone he isn't and trying to live up to his Father's image of a perfect heir while still being somewhat cut-off financially, and it shows.

He's all about imposing long coats and a semi-formal style, imitating what he knows Azula and Father would respect. He's striking and sharp and dark. But no matter how he dresses or carries himself (that air of cold superiority and arrogance)—it won't help him when he needs it the most.

In S2, Zuko has hit his lowest point. He's officially disinherited and tossed away by his father, and would be out in the streets if it wasn't for Uncle Iroh. He goes from sharp, high-tailored outfits to old second-hand clothes that hang loosely on his frame. He starts smoking and cuts his hair off, forgoing the undercut for the first time in years.

But then...Father accepts him back. When Zuko returns home, it's with respect to his name and a very high position in his father's company. He's finally the perfect Kasai heir, dressed in overly expensive suits and finery, even at home... But Father forbids him from wearing Lu Ten's earring, and Zuko can no longer recognize himself without the familiar glint of gold dancing on his peripheral vision.

When Zuko leaves the Kasai name behind him and goes back to living with Uncle Iroh...he's finally at peace with who he is, and what he wants in this life. The sharp edges aren't gone (they'll always be a part of him, after all), but now they're dulled by looser clothes and softer hairstyles.

He's an artist, and for once in his life, he is determined to pursue his own ambitions. Zuko's outfits may not be designer-made anymore, but he takes what he has and makes himself look like he wants to look, like the person he wants to be.

He doesn't read fashion magazines or keeps up to the latest trends like Azula does. He's just...Zuko. And his newfound confidence makes everything he wears look like it belongs on him.

As for music...well, Ursa raised a literature boy.

He loves lyric-heavy music and natural voices, be they soothing or powerful. Dissecting song meanings and possible interpretations with Katara is one of his favorite parts of the day. They're both very passionate and strong-minded individuals, so it stands to reason that their debates can get quite...heated.

Zuko's Playlist is both incredibly eclectic and somehow very...him. There's a common thread that binds together every song and artist he likes, and he's hilariously unaware of this. To take a look into his Playlist is a higher honor reserved only for those closest to him.

In the wide spectrum of things, it is no wonder that Zuko is, first and foremost, a Hozier man. But though Andrew is his God in all aspects of this life, there's someone else that has had a huge impact on him...

Two someones, actually.

Zuko refuses to tell anyone how he got into Twenty One Pilots, but it's kind of a moot point when the beginning of his obsession is nothing compared to everything that came after. They have just about the right amount of everything that makes Zuko...well, Zuko. The poetic lyrics, the soothing or raging music, the heavy, intensely resonant themes...

Up there, in the second artwork, I placed an album cover behind each period of Zuko's life. The election of these records is intentional, as I feel like their general themes work incredibly well with Zuko's arc and growth.

Blurryface in S1. For the demons within us. For giving a name to our fears and shame.

Trench in S2. For escaping the confined walls of a depression city, and fighting to understand the depths of the map of your mind.

Scaled and Icy in the first half of S3. For returning to places you had left behind. For convincing yourself and everyone around you that you're fine, that you're perfect, even though everything is crumbling inside...

Clancy in S3. For recognizing that you can backslide, that you can have fears and shame and pain—but you're shaping yourself with each step you take. For knowing that seeking help from others is okay. Nobody learns to walk on their own.

(And, in the end, you'll always be better than the person you were yesterday. If only because you're still here. You're still alive. You're still yourself.)

.

Overall, I rambled a bit too much, don't you think?

If you made it all the way down here—thank you so much for reaching out and being interested in this crazy AU! I hope you enjoy these ideas and tell me some of your own ❤️

[sunsherbet]

Got Milk?

In which you ask your neighbor to borrow a glass of milk for a recipe.

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

CW: None

You wish you could say this was a first for you.

That deep down you were some uber-responsible twenty-something who made their grocery list and checked it twice, but you weren’t. This was the third time this week you’d forgotten something from the grocery store and only realized when it was that exact ingredient your recipe depended on.

It wasn’t even like you cooked often. You were a habitual air-fryer indulger whose culinary portfolio consisted of elevated cup ramen and just-add-water pancakes. 

But your sister was coming over, and you wanted to surprise her with her favorite chili oil pappardelle pasta. Hence, you needed a few more ingredients than your usual frozen dinners required, one of which was milk—an ingredient you realized, as you looked in your fridge, you were completely out of.

The minute hand ticked loudly, and your head snapped up to glance at the cupcake-shaped clock, which was slowly approaching 8:30—giving you less than an hour to finish your meal.

With time counting down, you had two choices for getting the milk: First, you could run down to the corner store and hope the creepy cashier wasn’t working tonight. That normally wouldn’t have been a massive concern, but it was winter, which meant it was dark outside already. And honestly, your sister's pasta just wasn’t worth the risk of dealing with someone who gave you the shivers. That left you with the second choice: flashing your best smile and begging your neighbors for a cup.

To the right of your apartment were Mrs. Hyde and her wife—two sweet old ladies who smelled like vintage perfume and flabby wine. Unfortunately, they went to bed at 7 p.m., so that was out. On the left were Mikael and his daughter Erin, but you two never quite got along, so that wasn’t an option either. Which left the one who lived across the hallway. He was supposedly a 'charming young chap' (according to the Hydes) and had lived there longer than you, but you’d never seen him.

Six months ago, when you first moved in, you’d baked some muffins and left them at his doorstep, but you’d forgotten to write a note and had been too embarrassed to try another introduction. So, this would be your first encounter with him. But it was an emergency, you swear! Otherwise, you wouldn't be bothering him with your trivial milk problems (even though they weren’t so trivial—after all, you'd already started the noodles and needed the cream base. Fast).

You grab a pair of neon Crocs, their bright contrast to your wine-red dress a jarring reminder of your frantic state, and rush out of your apartment, making sure to turn off the boiling water and secure the lid.

When you reach the door, you’re not sure why your heart is pounding in your chest or why your arms are covered in goosebumps. It’s probably just the nerves of meeting someone new, you decide, shaking yourself a little to readjust.

You curl your fingers to tap against the door, but just before your knuckles rap against the sturdy wood, it swings open. Standing in the frame is a tall guy with wire-frame glasses. He’s got a slimmer frame than his baggy plaid shirt can fill out, and a brown cardigan button-up rests just above his slacks. His bronze-like hair and matching doe eyes give you a not-so-subtle once-over, full of curiosity.

You jump in surprise, balancing yourself on the tacky wallpaper of the hallway. He quirks an eyebrow in a way that’s frankly adorable but you’re just a bit too stunned to fully appreciate just how attractive your neighbor happens to be.

“Can I help you?” 

“Uh, yeah, do you happen to have any milk?” 

He quirks his eyebrow again and this time you take note of the way his hair flops in front of it, “Yeah just not like grain or anything.”

You wave a hand in front of your face and shake your head, "Oh don't worry I'm not a hipster or lactose intolerant." The joke is rewarded with a small chuckle and you quickly decide it’s endearing. Dropping your hand from in front of him you stick it out, “Uh I’m your neighbor by the way. Not some random looking for milk handouts.” 

“I’m Spencer.” He provides, though he lets your hand hang between the two of you awkwardly, "Did you know the number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering? It's actually safer to kiss."

Dropping your hand to your side you pucker your lips dramatically, and tease, “Are you asking for a kiss?” 

“W-What? No!” He leans back and you erupt into a giggle, shaking your head at his grimace.

“Well if you don’t want a kiss do you mind if I get that milk?”

“Yeah, of course, I can help you with your..?" He trails off, seemingly not knowing what to call your predicament.

But you certainly know what it should be called, and answer without hesitation, "My life or death dilemma? The reason for my current milk escapades."

Spencer seems to relax a bit more at your rambling, his posture less stiff and more calm, "Hm, seems like it's pretty important." He quirks an eyebrow, leaning against the door frame.

"Well, I did say life or death didn't I.” You look over at his watch and tap a foot impatiently, "Hey um I'm kinda in a rush, my sister is coming over and I'm not even half done with the stupid sauce. Though in my defense, I didn't know she was coming until like a week ago and I'm an avid cereal eater so the likelihood of me even having milk when she came over is slim to none - but I took the risk and now I'm milkless and totally screwed because cooking is hard and god I think I burnt the noodles for this stupid chili oil pappardelle pasta-which by the way I don’t even know how to make." 

Spencer is biting his cheek because he can’t laugh. He can’t laugh because it’s rude to laugh at someone he’s only just met, even if you’re blabbering and blushing and wearing adorable chartreuse platform Crocs. 

When you moved in across the hallway, Spencer Reid had admittedly looked into you. It wasn’t that he meant to be intrusive—it was just in his nature. He’d always been wary of new people, especially given his line of work. So when the long-vacant apartment finally filled and the scent of Yankee Candles began to waft through the hall, he might have asked Penelope to do a little digging.

Though her extensive report didn’t do justice to the person standing in front of him now. 

"Oh my god, you're laughing!" You exclaim, positively mortified at his audacity to laugh at you in this time of need.

"Sorry! Sorry!" He catches his breath after a moment and licks his lips with a flick of his tongue, "Maybe I can make it up to you?"

You smile but your foot is still tapping, "Do tell."

“While I’ve admittedly never made chili oil pappardelle pasta I’m quite quick to pick things up. If you need any help I could-?”

"Oh please thank you!" Letting out a sigh of relief you go to grab his hand, only pulling back when you remember his tangent about germs,  "She'll be here in thirty minutes so we have to hurry."

"Okay, let me go get the milk, and uh we can start."

"Thank you, Spencer.”

"Oh ... you're welcome."

You don’t notice the blush.

[polarisbear]

more dweebs (Very detailed image description below.)

a drawing of grian, ethoslab, tangotek, and smallishbeans. grian is in his season 10 fishing skin and the rest are in different outfits referencing their base themes.

grian is in his fishing skin looking very tired with his fishing rod swung over his shoulder and an ear pierced with a brassy fish hook. he’s a cod hybrid with fin-ears and a stubby tail. behind him blue snail is munching on some leaves.

etho is posing with a neck sheepishly behind his neck and the other resting on his bag. he’s in the postal uniform polo with a green, canadian maple-themed yukata loosely worn and slipping off his shoulder. he has fingerless gloves on under. he is wearing dark red pleated pants and light green heeled crocs. he has a black and red messenger bag with a trellis motif. etho is an arctic fox hybrid with brown legs and streaks through his hair. doodles below show what his paws look like under the crocs and one shows him posing with a note saying “ties up sleeves.” above him another note reads “streaks bc his winter coat is shedding.”

tango is posing confidently with a wrench. he is in the postal uniform polo, with chunky brown and orange gloves and boots, topped off with red, pinstriped overalls. one strap is not around his shoulder, and on the belt around the overalls they carry a small bag, a screwdriver, and a vial of redstone. he has on brown goggles with blue lenses. tango has fire for hair and pointed ears. above him there’s a doodle of the messenger bag that’s secured on his back. it shows how the orange straps tuck over the whole outfit and lead to a dark red and pinstripe blue bag with cog detailing.

joel is giving an indignant pose like he’s complaining. he is wearing a black undershirt that fades out into his light green claws, a pink kimono with only one sleeve of cherry blossom patterns, and a dark grey vest and cherry blossom-patterned obi tie it off. the vest has a cherry blossom crest on the back. joel also has on dark pink pants with a cherry blossom motif on the bottom and on his left arm there’s a bracer with a screen built in. crawling all over the undershirt there are cybernetic patterns connecting joel’s skin through to the undershirt. joel is a tanuki, hence why he has a leaf on his head. around joel are doodles showing the crest on the back of his vest and the pattern on the sleeve.

[moongothic]

You know I wasn't going to post about this, but the more I think about it the more it drives me up the walls

So when Luffy and co release Crocodile from jail, it's specifically under the threat that if Crocodile tries anything funny, well, Iva-chan has a trick up their sleeve to put Crocodile back in-line.

So what the fuck was that actually about? What is Crocodile's secret weakness? I'm specifically looking at the way this is phrased in the manga, because the anime's added dialogue kinda messes with what's implied here. But what Iva specifically says is that Ivankov in particular holds the key to one of Crocodile's weaknesses, but they'll stay quiet about it as long as Crocodile behaves himself ("Vataashi wa koitsu no yowami wo hitotsu nigitteru", a very clunky but literal translation could be "One of his weaknesses is within my grasp". The way Viz translated the line is a bit different so I'm not bothering with getting a cap of the panel, you wouldn't be able to tell how these lines were phrased in Japanese based on Viz's translations anyways) (The dialogue Toei added was Crocodile furiously shouting at Iva-chan, telling them to not say anything and Iva-chan reminding Croc to watch his tone or else they'll reveal Croc's past to everyone. A lot of people don't remember this was in-fact added by Toei, hence I wanted to clarify/remind what happened in this scene originally)

And now. Obviously. When Oda went out of his way to introduce a brand new character whose entire personality is being queer and their power is giving people magic HRT. And then like five chapters later re-introduces Crocodile. And tells us that these two have Secret Beef. And never proceeds to fucking tell us what the hell that was about. Yes, the natural conclusion one would come to would be that Crocodile is stealth trans. That is basic, good storytelling. You (re)introduce two characters, tell us they have beef, one has a very specific ability; you're supposed to connect these dots in your mind. So that now, if Oda revealed to us tomorrow that Crocodile was canonically trans, it would not surprise anyone because it's already been set-up in the story, by this very scene. It's a logical conclusion.

But. I'm becoming more and more convinced that Iva-chan's blackmail might actually not be about Crocodile being trans.

Like the general fandom assumption for the past 15 years has been that Crocodile's stealth trans, but we actually don't know he's stealth. He could be openly trans, and between that being a borderline requirement for Crocodad to be real (since he would've been a Shichibukai for years before Luffy was even born) and the possibility that his earring could specifically be a gay earring, like. Yeah. Crocodile could be openly trans. If Crocodile's perfectly happy to let the whole world know he's gay, then him being trans shouldn't have to be a secret either. We the readers could just be unaware of it because it wasn't relevant information to us, and his transition would be old ass news in-universe and not worth bringing up.

And thus, if Crocodile isn't stealth, then Iva-chan can't blackmail him by threatening to out him, becaus he can't be outted.

Now for a while I did considder that Iva-chan could've been actually threatening to detransition Crocodile if he tried anything funny. Surely he would hate that, so much so that he might not have wanted to even hear Ivankov suggest it. But thinking about it. Unless Iva-chan can use Armanent Haki or get Crocodile moisturized, they shouldn't be able to hit Crocodile actually. Like Croc's Logia makes him impossible to hit unless he specifically allowed himself to be touched. So even if Iva-chan tried to surprise attack Crocodile with Estrogen, Croc should just turn to sand automatically, the attack should not land.

Meaning Iva-chan shouldn't be able to detransition Crocodile against his will, at least not without Haki and we don't know if they can use it, so that can't be Crocodile's weakness either.

And so we have to ask the question. What the fuck is that weakness then that Ivankov mentioned?

All we really know is that Crocodile doesn't want this weakness to be brought up, it's a secret. And for all we know Iva-chan might be the only person in the world who knows about it.

And I just. Like.

There is one weakness, kind of a universal one that many people could have, one that has been brought up time-and-time again post-timeskip, one that has become more and more relevant in the story, especially now at the begining of the Final Saga.

A secret weakness.

If pregnancy is what cracked Crocodile's egg and he transitioned immidiately/soon after giving birth, then it's entirely plausible Iva-chan could know Crocodile had a secret child. And surely he'd want nothing more than for his child to be safe, not end up in trouble because of him. And Ivankov most certainly could put that child in danger, especially now that Crocodile was officially no longer on the World Government's side, there'd be no protection for the baby. All Ivankov had to do was leak the information out, that Sir Crocodile had a child, and anybody who had beef with him could get their revenge by attempting to find the child.

Like I'm just saying. This could line up nicely, actually

[aceandurmom]

Harlequin Hearts: The Archivist's Swordsmaster Affair Chapter Two

-----------ONLY ON TUMBLR UNDER ACEANDURMOM---------------

It had been a few months since then. 

The three men in charge had slowly gotten used to the others, more comfortable in each other’s space. Somewhere in that period, they had started to invite you to sit in on their meetings. You were to document all they planned so that they could review it at a later date. It was nice to be needed, to feel important to someone. 

Unknowingly to you, Buggy had done some work behind the scenes. 

The very day you offered your services to the other two, Buggy had made it his plan to talk you up as much as he could. You had looked adamant about being helpful, even if he assured you that was unnecessary. But, unexpectedly, the Warlords had taken you up on your offer, something the clown had not expected to happen. Yes, you were lovely and incredibly charming, but how often did pirates really need an archiver? Buggy had enlisted your skills because he had a ton of logbooks, maps, and documents aboard the Big Top. Some of them had been passed down from Roger, knowing that Buggy could use them more efficiently than Shanks would. You had come on and organized the mess in an hour or two, a feat he thought impossible would it have been anyone else. 

The man you worked for before had abused your powers, forcing you to create contracts unwillingly, or to read through gruesome reports, or to decipher unknown languages. 

That had been an ability Buggy made sure to keep secret from the others. 

You being able to translate forgotten or forbidden languages. A feat that got Nico Robin into such trouble with the Government. Never did Buggy want you to endure that kind of fate. Hence hiding you from everyone he found to be untrustworthy. And right now, Mihawk and Crocodile fall under that category. 

When the Reptile and Swordsman confronted him about you and your work, Buggy put on his most charming personality and talked you up as much as he possibly could. You had always kept him in line, protected him when necessary, and there was never a single flaw in your work. 

The Big Top’s pride and joy, their Treasure. 

Crocodile had listened intently, more so than Buggy felt comfortable. Feeling like he clung to every detail Buggy revealed of you. 

Mihawk had simply nodded and wandered away after hearing his spiel. 

The Clown was nervous about the other Warlord. Crocodile was on his watch list, and he continued to prove himself to be deserving of that spot.

So, to keep an eye on you and Crocodile, Buggy had proposed for you to sit in with them. They had taken it easy, no questions asked, even finding the whole situation smart. If they forgot something they had discussed, they could simply review the notes. 

Buggy was grateful for it. He did not want to answer any difficult questions. Nor did he want you to think he did not trust you or think you weren’t strong enough to fight for yourself. 

Especially after the declaration you had made the first night back on Karai Bari. 

The two of you were family now. More so than before. 

More than Buggy’s entire crew was, even though he saw them as family, the two of you were….

Brother and Sibling. Buggy relied more on his Star than the rest of his crew, more than he trusted his First Mate, Alvida, or even Cabaji. He realized that now, that he relied on you for more than he thought, 

‘Damn, he needed to give them a raise.’

Especially now that you were dragged into this Cross Guild bullshit now. And the fact that you had saved his ass when things got heated with Croc and Hawkeyes. More than once have you de-escalated the overgrown Lizard, calming him down when certain situations grew heated. 

Like when his entire crew made a ship that centered around him for the Guild. 

–

Crocodile walked to the docks, quietly followed by Mihawk, who was already anticipating a disaster. He had felt it as soon as he woke this morning. Strolling behind Buggy the Star Clown, the two were curious as to where you were today. Usually you were five feet at max from your Captain, always present in case things were to go awry. The man was accident prone on his best days, so you were there to deal with the fallout. 

Mihawk decided to speak up about it.

“Where is your Archivist, Clown?”

Without looking back, the man answered. 

“They, uhm…I pissed them off last night.”

Crocodile had the gall to laugh.

“What did you manage to do to piss off your number one supporter, huh?”

Mumbling, Mihawk strained to hear what he said. 

“Repeat, I did not hear you.”

“I tried to help them with some paperwork last night, but I ended up spilling whiskey on some of their documents. They were…not happy, but they didn’t yell. They just told me to leave.”

Mihawk hummed. 

“What kind of documents were they?”

“Ones that they had rewritten from their former boss.”

Once again, this ‘boss’ of yours had popped up. Mihawk had to admit, he was curious as to their identity. Whoever it was had caused you much grief, and the Swordsman found himself wanting to assist in getting rid of your problems. Just from these past few weeks, you had done more than what was expected of you in the Guild. More than Crocodile did for sure, which was just to intimidate and give orders as if he were in charge. 

“You said you saved them from this ‘boss,’ who exactly was it, if I may ask.”

Buggy laughed uncomfortably. 

“You’d have to ask Star that yourself. It’s not my place to say, Hawky.”

Nodding, Mihawk understood where the Clown was coming from. 

“I see.”

Crocodile observed, arms crossed and semi-pouting at being left out from the conversation. Mihawk perked up, head coming to stare at the left of the group.

“It seems your Star has had enough of stewing in their rage.”

Buggy nodded, already having felt your Haki approaching. 

“Let’s continue on to the Pier then.”

For once, Crocodile couldn’t help but agree, already growing more impatient. 

You had caught up with them as soon as the trio made it to the water. Coming up to stand beside them, you bowed your head to acknowledge them, no words coming from your mouth. Which was unusual for you, and had Mihawk not had the conversation just before, he would have been far more worried than he already was. Granted, you did not talk to fill space like Buggy did, you were concise with your speech. To have no report from you about the Guild was odd. Until Buggy glanced at you from in front, signaling you to introduce the ship. Sighing, you came to stand in front of them.

Waltzing up to the overdramatic curtain somehow covering the entire ship, you flashed them your prettiest smile and unveiled the vessel. 

“Say hello to the Big Top Blaster, boys.”

Buggy’s face dropped as the figurehead was revealed. Sweating, he tried to play off his nervousness with a dramatic bow in their direction.

“It seems as if my crew-”

And that was when the chaos began.

You watched as Crocodile lunged for Buggy, hook darting straight to his throat. Thankfully, Captain managed to disconnect his neck before contact was made, but that was all that was needed before the rest of you jumped in. 

Buggy frantically waved his hands, laughing.

“No, no, no! This was all a BIG misunderstanding, Croccy-!!!”

You leaped forward, connecting your Captain back together and putting your smaller body in front of him. The two other men were atrociously tall, making Buggy seem smaller than he was, but you had to remember that your Brother was still a whopping 6’4.”Mihawk was a few inches taller than him, and Crocodile was feet above them both. Standing at a 8’4,” the bastard was huge. 

Mihawk’s leaner body blocked Crocodile from the two of you, giving you time to redirect the situation as well as you could. 

Hands thrown in a placating gesture, you bullshitted the first things coming to your racing mind. Anything to calm down the salivating Reptile in front of you. Meeting his eyes, you tried to explain.

“Crocodile, Buggy’s nakama gave me the idea of having the ship cater to his tastes for a few reasons-”

He lunged, trying to get to you now as you placed the blame entirely on yourself. Buggy went to pull you away but you stayed firm.

“It would be ridiculous to have two former Warlords who are incredibly strong in their own right to board a ship as gaudy as this one. It would confuse the Navy to have two of you on board when it’s clear that the vessel is modeled after Buggy. They would expect you two to have your own ships, catered to your tastes specifically concerning the amount of money we should have.”

Seeing Crocodile lean back from Mihawk, you continued the best you could, despite the racing heart rate thumping against your neck.

“It is expected that as two former Warlords we have a lot more funds than we do in reality. No one knows that one of the reasons the Guild was formed was due to an unpaid debt, that is information only we know. It will throw the Navy for a loop, especially considering that they know you two relatively well from your time there.”

Crocodile pulled away from Mihawk. The Swordsman gave you a look, impressed at the wit you had just displayed. You were a quick thinker and the words coming from your lips were sensible as well. Mihawks found his heart fluttering at your competency. 

Crocodile loomed over you, hook dangerously close to your head. Feet squared, you were prepared for anything he might throw at you-

He placed his hook over your head, gently patting you. 

Eyes widening, you let out a noise of complete shock. Chuckling low in his throat, the man turned to Buggy, pointing a finger at him.

“Your fucking lucky you have your little Star, clown. That head of theirs is one of the only  reasons you still have yours.” 

And he left, leaving you overwhelmed by the gesture and Buggy conflicted. He adored you, yes, but he was also not at all happy with how you just threw yourself in front of him like that. He was your captain, your older brother, he should be the one protecting you. Brows furrowed, the Clown went to approach you, only for you to see his intentions and turn away abruptly. 

You still weren’t completely over the incident from yesterday, but you weren’t too too mad at him. So, to not let him stew in his self-hatred, you threw a small smile at him. He caught it, however short it might have been, and visibly deflated. He gave you a short nod.

Mihawk had seen the entire interaction, had felt your anxiety flying free from your form the entire time Crocodile was heated. And was amazed to have seen you ignore it entirely. With the amount he was feeling from you, even he was getting a little nervous. 

Elegantly, Mihawk walked towards you. Feet not making a sound, he approached and offered his arm.

“Could I have the honor of accompanying you to my garden? It seems as if you are still frustrated from earlier events. I can help you keep your mind from them.”

Enchanted, who were you to refuse such a gracious offer?

Tucking your arm against his, you dipped your head.

“It would be a pleasure, Mihawk, sir.”

Together the two of you made your way to his garden, spending the rest of the morning conversing. 

–

Funnily enough, the events that transpired yesterday felt like forever ago. After the lovely morning, the day had been filled to the brim with meetings with the shipwrights to discuss their….creative liberties. 

You had hurried them along with the construction of the Warlords’s living quarters. Crocodile was growing annoyed each day he had no space to himself, having to share with Mihawk was stressing him out. That much was clear to anyone with eyes, even Richie was noticing his foul mood. 

But, that was for future you, now, you had to actually get out of bed-

Out of the corner of your eye, there was a light glinting off of an object in the center of your floor. Now you know you were tired last night, but you were almost positive that it wasn't there before. Sucking in a breath, you dropped out of bed and crawled to the foreign object. 

Seeing what it was, you couldn’t help the shriek you released at the symbol engraved in the steel.

–

Buggy was awoken by the sun, waking as it rose like everyday. It was something that Rayleigh had instilled in him as he woke to study every morning. It was refreshing to be up with no one else awake, giving him time to himself. 

Only for his morning routine to be interrupted by a scream echoing through the camp. 

It had been years since he heard it, making him shoot up and run out the room. Head snapping both ways to look for the thundering steps. Only to see Mihawk and Crocodile already looking at him, ready to follow where he went. They were still unaware who it had come from, not at all expecting the Clown to run in the direction of your room. 

He was panicked, more so than he usually was, this was more than his normal flailing. This was pure panic and worry emanating from the man. Mihawk had yet to see the genuine desperation in his gaze as he raced to your room. 

“Star!?”

Banging against the door, Buggy tried to get to you. Unable to hear any kind of response, the Clown forewent politeness. The man backed up, only to run head first into the door, and busting it open. Desperately searching for the danger, the trio was met with your kneeling back. 

There in the middle of the floor was your kneeling form, facing down and away from the door. You were despondent, eyes glazed and mouth agape. Shaking breathes were echoing through the room, eerily filling the empty space. Hesitant, Buggy stepped forward, leaning to put a hand on your shoulder before thinking better of it. Kneeling, the Clown stayed where he was. Looking to the other two, he motioned for them to do the same. 

Mihawk crossed his legs and sat, Crocodile remaining standing, but leaning against the doorframe instead. He wasn’t going to leave though, he was admittedly curious as to what got the level headed Archivist so frightened, especially with no one an active threat. Even then, Crocodile could not see you screaming in the face of danger, always watching as you faced it head on. 

Slowly easing his head in your vision, the man scooted closer but remained out of your space. 

“Star, what’s going on, huh? You gave us quite a scare.”

Hand pressed to your chest, you continued to hyperventilate, still unaware of the other men in the room. 

Frowning, Buggy looked what you were holding so close to you. Knowing he really shouldn’t be doing so, he couldn’t help but reach for your hand. Your eyes finally flickered to him, seeing but not seeing him. Your hands let go of the trinket, allowing Buggy to pull it to him and looked to identify it. 

Mihawk got closer, wanting to see the object himself. 

Buggy very nearly dropped it, gasping at the insignia etched there. Throwing it across the room, Buggy moved in closer to you. Hands cupping your left, he brought it to his own chest. Exaggerating his breathing, the man tried to get you to match him. You were still in your own head, but the warmth of his hand had brought you out of it. 

Eyes finally meeting Buggy’s you hiccuped. 

“Brother-”

Voice cracking you tried to keep it together.

Buggy’s heart fell, face falling at the defeated whimper. 

He reached out, arms encasing you and cradling your head to his chest. It had been a while since you had seen him without makeup. He was a handsome man, it was no wonder he got so much attention. You tried to distract yourself, but the sight of the object had thrown you off. 

Slowly starting to rock, Buggy tried to further calm your nerves. 

Seeing that you were being taken care of, Mihawk finally went to reach for the thrown item. Up close, the Swordsman could recognize a blade anywhere. He felt as Crocodile leaned over to see what had caused such a reaction. 

It was a small stiletto knife with a Jolly Roger engraved in the hilt. Mihawk did not recognize the sign, somewhat lost. Throwing a look to Crocodile, it seemed as if he was stumped as well. The only conclusion they could collectively make was that it was an East Blue pirate group. 

Tucking it away, Mihawk turned back to the two of you on the floor. Not at all forgetting the ‘brother’ that had passed your lips. Unexpectedly, he had felt a bit of relief at the title, like a weight had been lifted from his chest. 

Buggy stood with you in his arms, pushing past the other two to leave your room. It was clear you were uncomfortable in your own now, not feeling safe now that such an object was implanted in your room. 

You watched as Buggy left, going back to fetch the other two. You stayed where you were, mind numb to the revelations you could make here. You didn't want to think about what it meant. That someone could possibly be working with or for them. Despite trying not to, it was all you could think about. Choking at all the possible scenarios, you tried to stop the tears from falling down your face. You were grown, there was no way you were going to cry in front of three men because you were…scared. 

Man, that was different. It had been a while since you were scared, the feeling now somewhat foreign to you. Being under Buggy’s protection had changed your life, even more so when he treated you like a person and not a means to an end. 

Mihawk came in first, brows scrunched in concern. It hadn’t felt like it, but the two of you were closer than either thought. The times spent together was more than enough to develop your relationship to the point of expressing concern for the other. You had done it for him without thinking many times before, he told himself he was only giving you the same courtesy. Not because there was a tug in his chest at the thought of you alone and frightened. You were a strong person, intelligent, and loyal. You were an asset to the Guild, that was all Mihawk thought of you as, of course, that was all. 

“My dear, who are these pirates? I will dispose of them immediately if that is what you desire.”

Stunned, you tried to speak, tried to explain yourself the best you could.

“I, they….they should be dead already, Strawhat took them down…I, they were reported to be dead….I don’t understand!”

Fingers coming up to your lips, you couldn’t help but chew your finger in your nerves. There was no possible way they should be alive, let alone past Reverse Mountain. It was literally impossible. 

Gently tugging away your hand from your mouth, the man protected your hands in his own. 

“Let’s start small. Who are they.”

No longer a question, frustration starting to creep in further. He wanted to help, just let him help you. 

“Arlong Pirates. They all used to be under the Sun Pirate flag, but Arlong had plans grander than them. Wanted to elevate fishmen above humans, to make them feel all the anguish they had experienced over the centuries of abuse.”

“What does he have to do with you then if his crew were all fishmen?”

Buggy stepped in.

“He had two humans on his crew, one of them was an officer and his Cartographer. You now know her as the Navigator of the Strawhats, Cat Burglar Nami.”

Catching the attention of all in the room, Buggy continued. 

“However, our Star was more of a secret to the outside. Arlong already had one human, and he claimed to despise them, so what would that make him look like with two on his crew? So, that man, was Star’s former boss.”

[helpfandom]

Analysis on YANDERE PLATONIC TAS villains. Pt2

Harley Quinn

Joker

Harley + Joker [Reluctant team-up, they want nothing to do with each other]

Killer Croc

Scarecrow

Penguin

TW: Use of the word 'Mommy', 'Daddy', and Dumb-ifying/Babying.

For the Yandere Archtypes: https://www.tumblr.com/helpfandom/724022554446135296/types-of-yandere?source=share Once, again, yandere_auxillary made it, I just can't find them for some reason.

I set apart Harley and Joker because they would be different depending on if they are together or not, hence why there are two versions of each. One alone, and one together.

Harley: See, her characteristics when alone would be, Impulsive, Delusional, Sadistic, and Clingy. Sadistic and Clingy are supposed as opposing forces, but it's actually not true. Her sadism comes from the fact that she doesn't mind see you get hurt trying to escape, {and even slightly enjoys it}. Her clinginess comes from never having this feeling before as a kid, or even towards a kid, and her being confused, even a little scared of this feeling. She doesn't try to find out more about you, she's delusional after all, she truly thinks that you're just like her. Her delusions are something that you will just have to deal with, as she completely believes that you love her too. To break her delusions would end with Reader being harmed physically, or to end up locked alone in a room, waiting for her to open up the door and let you back out. She's impulsive in that she is quick to kidnap, not even knowing your name at that point, but knows she wants to be your Momma. She doesn't stalk you, she's too impatient for that, but she keeps you in her mind. The next time she sees you, she attempts to kidnap you. She would fight Joker for you. She's not always going to be there for you to be considered her 'kid', nor will she truly take care of you fully. Not enough for a developing child. "Momma's here!~ Come here baby, Mommy got some new jewelry for her baby. Just let Mommy take care of you!"

Joker: Yikes. Good luck. Sadistic, Impulsive, Possessive, some of the worst traits to have. He would be fully willing to push you into acid like he fell into, if it meant having you stick around with him. He would not entertain the idea of you even having other parents. Not even Harley could attempt to take you away from him. He's always been shown to be impulsive, and possessive, with Episode 47, season 1, when Harley teams with Poison Ivy. Imagine that, but much much worse. He would refuse to let anyone get close to you. He would feel nothing but glee when you try to escape, only to be harmed by his hyena's. He found a kid {you} and decided to try to poison you against Batman, quickly kidnapping you and taking you home. Finding your uncaring attitude intriguing and hilarious. He will constantly take you places, only to kill or threaten the people who try to help you, and then take you back home where he tries to get you to help with a plan. He's gritting his teeth together, fed up with you refusing to help him. "Listen here kid. You're going to help me with my next thing, or your other-family says beddy bye."

Harley + Joker: Impulsive is the one thing that the two share from their alone counterparts. (Surprising, considering what they shared, but I'll explain.) Self-Indulgence, is the next characteristic that they have. Despite all that they share, they bounce off of each other with jealousy, causing their Sadism to in fact, go away, because they are busy trying to poison you against the other. Terms like: "Come here suga', Mommy's got you some brand new jewlery, did Daddy get you some jewlery? Well, it's not as shiny as Mommy's is it? or "Doll, did Mommy get you some cheap-o jewlery? Well, good thing that Daddy got some candy for you!" are commonplace and you half-way expect it to be quite honest. They often fight and make-up, before fighting the next day and making-up the next. Wash, Rinse, and Repeat. As much as they hate each other and the way that the other parent raises you, they hate the alternative to leaving, or making the other susceptible for Batman to take you away from their loving grasp. "But who do you really love, sweetie? Mommy, or Daddy? It better be me.

Killer Croc: He is Clingy, Obsessive, Overprotective, and Self-Indulgent. His fear of being inadequate and being seen as nothing but a monster, [which is why he does crimes. If you see me as a monster, maybe I am a monster. Maybe I'll show you what a monster looks like.] is why he is all of those traits. He fears that the one person who is indifferent to him / nice to him [Reader, or You,] would be eventually changed to fear him by Batman. Killer Croc would be the type to baby you, even dumb-ifying you if that makes sense. His fear of inadequacy makes him put restraints on you, even once we're past the escape phase, putting gloves on you, being Overprotective so much, because he wants to keep his little baby safe. He sees you as a 'baby' because of your indifference to him being a mutant of sorts, and sees that indifference as naivety. He craves your approval and needs you to need him to do everything for you, hence, his baby-ing. Just let him control your every action and love him for it, okay?

Scarecrow: He is Impulsive, Manipulative, Obsessive, and just a bit Sadistic. He's less likely to experiment on such a nice darling who knows that he was a professor or wants to learn more about what he taught, but punishment wise... He's not afraid to use fear gas. He doesn't want to use fear gas on you, more complacent to study his own psychology, and why he's obsessed with you, and he can't study that if the subject is missing his child... He's impulsively manipulative in the way that he's immediately jumping to a plan to manipulate Reader into coming into his grasp. He just wants to put you in a little container and watch everything you do, just to study you like a little pet. Just make sure you don't run away, m'kay?

Penguin: He is very Clingy, Overprotective, and Impulsive. He's been betrayed over and over again by people he thought he could trust, been kicked out of the society he tries and desperately wishes to join, so when he finds a darling who gives no shits, and cares not for what he is, so long as he is a good person? He impulsively falls into a platonic love, wishing to become the parent he wishes he could have, and what kind of parent would he be if he didn't protect his kiddo? He wouldn't let you out at all, fearing the upper-class or BATMAN might get their insufferable claws into you, sinking fear of him into you. Not quite like Killer Croc, because Killer Croc is fearful because he is seen as a monster, Penguin is scared that you'll learn of his crimes and become afraid of him, and that would simply break his heart. As soon as he has an opportunity to take you away from the society, he will kidnap you.

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

modern au fits! basically wanted to translate some of tintin’s most iconic looks.

From left to right, top to bottom:

- His basic day-to-day - just a crew neck sweater, white t-shirt, cargo joggers and a pair of leather trainers. The big baggy trousers Tintin famously wears are plus fours - breeches that extend four inches below the knee (hence the name!). They were introduced in the 20s and gained popularity as sportswear in the 30s as they allowed a greater range of movement. I gave Tintin cargo joggers for that sporty feel while still keeping him feeling preppy, and pockets are always useful! Snowy wears a collar now.

- A take on the Yellow Shirt and Grey Sweater Vest Look from the earlier comics, a long sleeve baseball t-shirt with the corresponding colours! isnt menswear exciting

- Thought an all blue tracksuit and plimsolls with a baseball cap and glasses to hide his face would be fun as I guess dressing in traditional Chinese clothing wouldn’t make much sense as a disguise in modern day China. Chang would wear yellow crocs.

- The spacesuit! When Herge wrote Destination Moon and Explorers on the Moon the moon landing didn’t happen yet - it was a piece of speculative science fiction. He modelled his suits very closely to actual speculative spacesuits from scientific sources. In a similar spirit I based this design off the MIT Bio-Suit, an experimental spacesuit that uses elasticity to maintain pressure on the human body rather than gas pressurisation which is used currently. The idea is to reduce bulk, which should make mobility easier. We’re probably still a long way from using spacesuits like this but hey! 

- basically looked up what modern mountaineering equipment looks like today. I imagine the bright colours help with spotting climbers out in the snow - there’s a part of Mt Everest called Rainbow Valley - it’s so-called because the colourful coats of various dead climbers dot the landscape, frozen in place because it’s too dangerous to retrieve the bodies. Sherpas often risk their lives for poor pay to the benefit of wealthy tourists wanting a bit of Everest glory - Herge made efforts to point this out in Tintin in Tibet through the character of Tharkey. Sadly things haven’t seemed to have changed much in that regard.

- A bomber jacket with a fur lined hood and snow boots. I absolutely loved his outfit in The Shooting Star, and Snowy’s little bib and pink ribbon! style icons honestly

[judgmentalfishnun]

I need to mention this page from Chapter 593 'News' because it's such a great dazwani moment and it is, as far as I can tell, mistranslated in the official English edition of the manga (shown here). Please excuse me while I go off about this, because the correct translation is actually the basis for one of my favorite elements of the Daz/Croc dynamic.

The error is in Crocodile's first line in the panel at the bottom of the page. They've been talking about Luffy, and Crocodile refers to 'the cheeky rascal' in the third person, suggesting he means Luffy.

In every other translation of this page I've found, as well as the official subs for the version of this scene that's in the anime, it's Daz he's calling cheeky, not Luffy (if you're watching the anime, he says, 'You smart ass, are you being sarcastic to me?'). Why? Because when Daz says that wounds like Luffy's don't heal quickly, Crocodile recognizes that Daz is also suggesting that Crocodile himself might need more time to heal (physically and maybe emotionally too), hence Crocodile's protest that he's fully recovered.

Despite calling Daz a smart ass, Crocodile immediately asks him if he's coming with him to the New World and Daz says yes.

A few observations:

Daz knows that Crocodile tends to be proud and reckless and he cares about his well being.

Crocodile immediately understands what he's implying.

Crocodile is not actually offended or angry with Daz when Daz speaks boldly to him, and even seems like he kind of enjoys it.

This is wild because Crocodile famously doesn't let people get ~cheeky~ with him. The fact that he not only allows it but seems amused here suggests that he's pretty fond of Daz and doesn't see him as just another subordinate. And that Daz in turn knows this and isn't afraid to talk to him this way.

It's peak Oda packing so much character into one little exchange. I wish we could see more of these two, and I would love to see them continue to evolve from boss & agent to actual companions. In the meantime, I will keep writing fic. :)

[leviathansiren]

I think I'm finally brave enough to share my oc c': This is Reid, and he's a siren... But huge. I've been calling him a "Leviathan Siren" (hence username lol) and he's basically just a dude being a guy. He's brooding and aloof, but funny and caring.

He can turn into a human and often prefers to do so. He has a house on land in a seaside town because he likes the food humans make better than just eating fish. His general attire consists of sweatshirts, t shirts, tank tops, shorts, and crocs. He doesn't take himself too seriously and is a little bit of a glutton.

The scarring on his arm is from an encounter that recently happened in plot. Idk if I'll ever put out any writing or anything.. we'll see >.>

Reid is a very gentle giant! He doesn't like hurting people but will do it without a second thought if someone he cares about is in danger. Constant tired, resting bitch face.. But he'll make you laugh all the time. Pretty docile and passive, his past experiences have left him a "people pleaser" and he gives too many chances to the wrong people

[missmyluv]

bonnet stealer (｀_´)ゞ

💐 : synopsis | miles steals ur bonnet n think shit sweet .

warnings | cursing !!

your face twists in all typa ways when your silk purple bonnet isn’t in the bathroom— hence the last place you left it. you checked inside of the shower and underneath the sink, still no show of your precious bonnet.

you sigh, stress painting itself on your body as you walk inside of your bedroom looking on the top of your desk, slamming the drawers shut as to see it not being there either. you were already tired n this shit wasn’t helping either.

checking underneath the covers of your bed and the nightstand you groaned in frustration laying down on your comfy bed, the only place you could think of checking was your boyfriend’s house.

you grabbed your phone from the stand searching for his contact and face-timing him.

you migrated from your bedroom to the bathroom to finish your self care routine. it dialed for a few seconds before you were met with the ceiling, you rolled your eyes and set your phone up on the stand in your bathroom for times like this.

“where’s my boy at?” you asked, wetting your face then applying night cream

“hollup mami.” you can hear him light smacking on the other line with sounds of scraping of a plate. your piercing stress wells down a little when he spoke, a clear small smile rises with a laugh. you wait for him, moving to your room and setting up your phone to apply cocoa butter on your body.

the phone shifts onto his pillow, seeing his full face. you weren’t looking at him- but when you did irritation took over your features.

“i know damn well that ain’t my bonnet, miles.” your arms were crossed under your chest as you stare blankly at the screen, his bonnet was in fact on his newly braided hair. he chuckles at you and eats another chunk of his food.

“this shit comfy as fuck too.” he teases, laughing again at your expression. “ain’t shit funny!” you grab your phone and slip on your crocs, putting on your (his) jacket walking out of the house to his.

“we fightin’ when i get there.” you flash your middle finger at him and continue walking. “alright ma, see you there.” he laughs, making kissy noises on the phone and hanging up.

you made it to his house and unlock the door with a key mama rio gave you, taking your shoes off at the door and barging into his room with him already standing in front of the door with a smirk on his face.

he looks you up and down, tugging at the jacket. “n’ you got my jacket on. guess we even, huh?”

“no we not! you gave me this, i ain’t give you my bonnet.” you step forward to reach onto his head and grab it, but he takes a step backwards. “nigga go buy your own shiiittt.” you said, irritated. he was fully capable of buying his own shit and he steals yours??

he grabs your forearm picking you up and throwing you on his bed, taking your bonnet off and tossing it to you. you roll eyes and mutter a ‘finally.’ putting it over your almost-ruined hair.

“you happy now, hermosa?” he lays on your chest with the same color bonnet on his head. “what’s the point of stealin’ my bonnet if you got your own?” you questioned, flicking his forehead.

“i jus’ wanted you to come over.”

[yanderes-galore]

For yanderes biting darlings-

This is going to end up long, and platonic sorry! {{ (>_<) }}. Batman edition! Sorry it's not all, but I did the versions I knew, because I couldn't go for ones I don't know!

Riddler: 2004 yes, he's more likely to do it when cuddling and softly because he's just having cuteness agression. Batwheels, no, he's too arrogant and kind of thinks it's gross. B;TAS, no, maybe once before but he's not down for it. 1995, yeah, sporadically and randomly because he feels like it. Arkham, Yes but hard and for marking because he's mean >:(

Scarecrow: Nolan Trilogy no, he doesn't think about it. B;TAS, no he thinks it gross and childish. Arkham, probably has but not likely, cause he's more likely to just headpat you as affection.

Joker: Yes. There is no version he wouldn't, he's mean and stinky, probably does it a lot. Even Batwheels he probably does it, although he would stop if Darling protests unlike his counterparts. 1989 is the one of the fewer who doesn't do it as much, but would probably bite you as a way to "artify" you.

Harley Quinn: No, if it's platonic because she doesn't feel the aggression to do so.

Max Zeus: No. That's not what Gods do, if romantic, then yeah, probably, but platonic? No. Not even in 2004 Batman.

Clayface: 2004 no, because he knows he can harm without meaning to, and he's scared to hurt anyone other than Joker, so he wouldn't bite his darling. B;TAS, I can see him doing it by accident or if Darling escaped as a way to leave clay inside of them. Arkham, Again, if Darling tries to escape but otherwise no.

Ra's Al Ghul: no??? I don't think he's the type to do it with romantic darlings either, but he's too refined for that.

Talia Al Ghul: I mean... maybe?? She's often characterized so differently between versions that it's hard to see how she normally reacts, because most of it is weird.

Clock King: No, again, a little too refined for that, but it's not something he would consider, it wouldn't click in his mind as something to do.

Mad Hatter: B;TAS, yeah, he's a little silly and would do it with cuteness aggression, both platonic and romantic. Arkham: I don't know, I haven't gotten to that.

Killer Croc: 2004, yeah. He's mean and would totally do that, as long as he doesn't hurt you. Arkham: Yesn't. If there is such an overwhelming aggression, maybe, but he's scared to hurt his Darling, so he resists, hence why it's flippy floppy. B;TAS, yeah, he doesn't really care but he would stop if he hurt Darling.

Catwoman: 1992, she might if she's in her Catwoman transformation, but if she's Selina Kyle, she's calmer and puts up a facade so not as likely to bite. Arkham, probably not because it's not her style. Batwheels, no, I mean her cat might bite you but that's the risk with all Catwoman versions. B;TAS, no. She's a refined lady and steals to maintain money to save felines, she doesn't feel the need to bite her Darling in any way. Nolan Trilogy? No. Not her style, she's not crazy either, so there's no feralness in her to bite anyone.

Penguin: 2004, yeah but not often. If you upset him, then he'd probably bite you with his sharp teeth to get back at you, but he'd be really really sad about it afterwards. 1992, yes. He'd probably bite you if you're handing him food or anything, or if he's upset, not likely to apologize. Arkham: yeah. I mean not often, but if he's really really angry he might bite you. He'd be sorry afterwards but wouldn't go to the extreme to apologize. Batwheels, no, he wouldn't, he'd just squish you really really tightly in a hug instead. B;TAS, no, he thinks he's too refined for that, but would rather just squish your hand.

Two-Face: Nolan, no. Not something he would do. 1995, Yes. Absolutely. He's not waiting, he just feels the aggression and neither side wants to flip the coin, so they just bite you. Arkham: hmm, probably not, but he might if you bite him first. B;TAS, no. It's not something he wants to do, but he'd be willing if you bite him first.

Poison Ivy: No. She'd rather not, more favourable to just squish you in most versions, but if 2004 Ivy is near Darling's age, she's one of the few versions who might. 1997 wouldn't since she'd be way more likely to kill and hurt you.

Firefly: 2004, Yeah, he's a mean guy and wouldn't mind doing it. B;TAS, he might if he's upset, just a little tiny "nom".

Mr. Freeze: When can he bite you? In almost all versions, his face is completely covered in ice, like in B;TAS, Arkham, 2004, Batwheels, etc, he's mostly got his face covered due to needing it to live. Yes, 1997 is one where he technically doesn't, but he wouldn't anyway since he would cause actual heavy damage to you due to the freezing temperatures.

Bane: 2004, no unless he's not on venom, then he might just bite your cheeks in a babying way. Generally, If he's on venom then he's too scared to hurt you and wouldn't do it, even if you bite him first, but he will remember that for once he's off of venom. Arkham: No, since he's stuck in venom. B;TAS, not favorable, wouldn't do it unless you bit him and hurt him, then he would to get back at you. Nolan: No. He can't. He has no mouth to bite you due to the mask.

Bruce Wayne himself: 2004, maybe if he's feeling playful and you bite him too. B;TAS, no. Way too serious for that, would probably just hold you suffocatingly close so that he can smell you and remember that you're alive and okay, he's too traumatized and needs to make sure you're okay. 1989/1992, Again, like B;TAS, couldn't but he would hold you too. 1995, no, but he would let you bite him if you needed too. After Riddler, nothing's too weird. 1997, also no, but he wouldn't let you bite him. Nolan trilogy, no. If it was romantic then he would, but platonic? No, not at all. Batwheels, yes if Duke or Cassandra tells him it's an affectionate thing.

Sorry it's so long!

This is cool!

Thanks for the addition :)