#i am rotting in the brain again

[pensiveabstraction]

omg omg omg big brain moment, jetko highway robbery au

zuko, young (and until recently estranged) heir to a significant estate is on his way home (think the return to the fire nation of book 3). his carriage has to stop in the road through the forest bc there's a tree across it. there are no guards (bc his father does not care for his safety), the only other person is the driver of the carriage. cue the band of strange children dropping from the trees in the surrounding area and demanding his valuables. zuko doesnt know what to think, until the eldest and apparent leader of the gang notices his swords and goads him - weirdly flirtatiously - into a one-on-one swordfight. zuko is so annoyed, confused and flustered by the other boy that he accepts. to steal a brilliant proverb, he is so busy fighting that he cannot see his own ship has set sail; by the time he defeats the other boy, the forest-children have made off with the entire contents of the carriage, literally all of his travelgear and the driver of the carriage has long since decided this isn't worth it, taken one of the horses and left. zuko is left to glare at the boy - who apparently had a pistol this entire time why did he even bother swordfighting me?? - as he leaves smugly with the gun pointed at zuko til hes out of sight, untie the other horse from the ransacked carriage and make the rest of the way on his own.

months later when zuko is kicked out to fend for himself for opposing his father's cruel treatment of his employees and corrupt business practices (particularly worker safety negligence leading to deaths and making rent in the area very steep which led to dozens of families being left without income, without homes), he ends up going to the forest, hoping to remember the way back to the village he and uncle were staying at, even if he doesn't think his uncle will want to see him.

jet finds this mysterious grubby kid in the forest, wandering directionlessly and tries to adopt him into the freedom fighters (aka his merry band of fellow orphans he taught to steal bc he didnt know how else to provide for them, as a fellow kid himself). zuko is like seriously bruh u robbed me why are u tryna get me in ur gang? jet then remembers him. jet usually makes a point to try and rob ppl who seem like they could do without the stuff, so when he - unknown to zuko - comes to the incorrect conclusion that zuko is alone, hungry, seemingly homeless and destitute because of him, he feels guilty and insists the other boy at least join them for dinner at least (also hes still pretty how is someone this pretty when they're so filthy, like srsly bro even the band of feral forest-kids bathe regularly).

zuko, having very lacking independent survival skills takes him up on his offer and, annoyed by the other boy's continuous needling, goading and teasing (flirting? no couldnt be) takes on a competitive determination to be the best highway robber ever, joining his gang. cue adorable found family moments with the fighters as zuko wonders how such terrifying feral children could be this adorable, jet and zuko committing crimes in the middle of flirting/arguing/??? (the ppl they steal from are pretty insulted that they're so easy to beat that these two - are they literal children? - seem to not even need to pay attention to them) and funny awkward moments like that one time where they attack a carriage only to discover it's ty lee's and zuko is like ".... oh hey ty lee..... um, give me all your money?" and ty lee, unphased by the robbery attempt, is like "zuko! we thought you went missing! how are things? you seem to be doing nice for yourself!, your aura has never been pinker! ooh you should bring your new friends to mine to visit some time, it feels like forever since we got to hang out!" *chiblocks literally all of the freedom fighters and shouts back waving as the carriage is leaving* "lovely seeing you! im on the way to visit azula, but you should come say hi when im on my way back!" (jet is like "what the fuck" and zukos like "yeah thats just ty lee for ya.")

idk i was reminiscing on my history gcse, the crime and punishment module and i thought about highway robbery and i was like wait this neeeeeeds to be a jetko au somehow and lo and behold my brain has spoken

[lazylittledragon]

missed them <33

[aealzx]

(continued ideas from this post, with the end part added in because of @silverspectre51 's comment about wanting a reunion scene)

The first time Danny had spoken to Jason he’d asked him not to tell anyone he had been there. He knew that the only reason his new family was safe from the enemies of his former life was because no one there knew about it, and no one outside of them knew he was still alive. So he’d asked Jason to keep his existence a secret, and was grateful when he agreed.

That didn’t stop him from taking Jason up on his offer that he was welcome there any time. Danny tried not to leave too often, for his sister and friends noticed when he was gone too long and tended to ask where he went. But sometimes the chaos of his life needed the stillness that was only brought by the small memorial Jason had made.

It also helped that Jason was a really cool older brother figure. He was gruff, and stand off ish at times, but it was easy for Danny to tell he was just awkward with emotions. There was always some sort of treat at the memorial when Danny arrived. Cookies, a candy bar, leftover chinese food. Danny always ate anything that was left, and Jason never asked how it was possible. They sometimes talked, but Danny never interacted much with the environment. It was easier to keep his presence hidden if he remained intangible, and Jason just assumed that’s how ghosts were.

It was because of the few visits that Danny found out Damian was targeted. Learned that whoever had targeted his twin had gotten the jump on him, and Jason and others had received a distress signal from him.

Danny was there first.

Being a ghost meant he didn’t have to strictly follow the laws of physics, and as Jason ran to his motorcycle Danny left him behind. His subconscious mind told him he should wait and only appear if he was actually needed. He hadn’t been needed so far afterall, so whoever these people Damian knew were, they had to be good. But the active part of Danny’s mind told him he could get in and out without being seen. Especially since when he arrived at the burning warehouse Damian was already unconscious, his limp body having been tossed to the floor.

Danny didn’t let the enemy get closer. He couldn’t make himself known as Phantom, couldn’t allow others to know Phantom had left his haunt of Amity Park. And so he allowed his true ghostly form to manifest. The one that manifested his accidentally begotten crown and matching wings, as well as the uniform he’d first died in, and the mark of his grandfather’s hand that had choked the life from him. Not even Sam or Tucker had seen this form, so he figured he would be unrecognized.

His appearance came with a distorted clap from the sound barrier being bent, his half alive form muffling the noise as though it were caught in a void but doing little to alleviate the pressure that came with it. As far as the enemy knew Damian was alone, and a blink of the eyes later a solid figure was half hovering above him protectively, an otherworldly sphere of energy held in his other hand.

“BACK OFF!”

Danny’s belted command came with a tiny burst of sonic waves echoing the ghostly screams of wailing dead. Just enough to reinforce his point and potentially burst some eardrums, but not enough to even come close to exhausting him.

They didn’t back off. Because why would they? Damian was no small prize to let go so easily.

And so Danny met their attack, his hand subconsciously scooping up Damian’s blade from where it had fallen. It had been a long time since Danny had fought someone fully alive. But his body remembered the training he’d been given. It was one of the reasons he didn’t fight with a weapon as Phantom. The blade flowed too easily for him. It was harder to be lethal with bare hands. But with a blade even someone with a form as small as his could overpower the brute that had targeted his brother. In moments he had the man on the floor, any goons he may have had having long fled as Danny raised the blade above his head, eyes locked onto the invisible target on the man’s throat.

��DANNY?! WHAT- STOP!”

The command didn’t halt Danny’s hands from plunging, but they did miss their target. The blade stabbed halfway into the concrete next to the man’s throat as Danny’s full consciousness returned to the front of his mind.

He knew that voice, and she shouldn’t be here.

“...Jazz?”

Danny’s voice shook in a whisper as he turned to look at this sister, somehow standing near the entrance of the warehouse. She wasn’t supposed to see him like this. He wasn’t supposed to do this anymore. With a gasp he flinched away from the hilt his hands had a death grip on, his form jerking away as though it had burned him.

“Is this where you’ve been sneaking off to?” Jazz demanded, her entire frame shaking from adrenaline from seeing her baby brother almost murder someone. He looked so different when she’d gotten there. So foreign to the Danny she knew. But she had long known that he had a past none of them knew about, and could only think this had something to do with it. “Have you been coming to Gotham to murder people?” she demanded. She would regret the phrasing of her question later, that obviously wasn’t the right thing to ask. But it was a little hard to think straight right now. She had followed Danny there, but she hadn’t meant to confront him about his escapades until later.

“N’no- I was just,” Danny stammered, suddenly feeling like thousands of unkind eyes were watching him, and shifting his gaze to his clawed hands.

Someone else arrived. A purple suit and blonde hair, dropping from the ceiling and running towards Damian. “Robin?!”

It drew Jazz’s attention to Damian, the hero name easily familiar. “Robin?” she asked, voice significantly quieter as she turned to look as another figure dropped in while the first started to pick Damian up after making sure he was safe to move. “Danny, were you…”

Jazz had a lot of questions that Danny didn’t want to answer. But if they stuck around there would be more people with even more questions he couldn’t answer. “We have to go,” Danny cut off, floating down to start ushering Jazz out the door. She protested, but Danny barely heard her. “They’ll take care of the rest. Please. We have to go before-”

He was frantic, not wanting the time limit to run out before someone else who would recognize him showed up. He wasn’t expecting the other time limit to run out.

“Danyal?”

The voice that spoke was barely a whisper of recently regained consciousness, but it caused Danny’s heart to slam into his throat with a harsh gasp. Danny’s old name dragged his attention from his new sister to the one who had spoken it, small frame cradled in another hero’s arms as the rest of them stopped to follow Damian’s gaze.

“...Dami?”

Danny’s response came without him wanting it to. It caused Damian to double his efforts to remain conscious, which in turn exponentially increased Danny’s panic. He shouldn’t be there. So he wouldn’t be there.

“I can’t do this,” Danny gasped with a breath his lungs didn’t have, his hands reaching to rest on his throat before he fled as quickly as he’d arrived.

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Jason hadn’t been the first to the site to rescue Damian, but he was the only one who knew what Damian’s frantic babbling was about. Demands for the others to let him go back to the warehouse, refusing treatment even though his ribs had definitely been cracked. He’d only started to behave when Jason got there, firmly holding him on the bed to keep him from making his injuries worse. No one knew what they were talking about when Jason promised to take care of it. No one else knew why vague words of reassurance, and a promise to handle everything was enough to calm Damian down enough to stay still. And no one else was given any more answers as Jason left to return to his apartment after asking Stephanie what she had seen when she’d first arrived at the warehouse.

The presence Jason was starting to get familiar with was behind his apartment door again, as he’d thought Danyal would be. But this time when Jason quietly entered the room instead of sitting quietly near the window Danyal was curled in a tight ball in the corner, sobbing. He also wasn’t see through. Something Jason noted as he silently closed the door and approached Danyal, sitting on the floor across from him.

At first Jason wasn’t sure what to say, and Danyal seemed too distressed to be the first to speak. So instead Jason reached forward to cup his hand under Danyal’s elbow, noting how the lad jerk in mild startle, and how he felt a strangely chilled warmth from him. “C’mere,” Jason coaxed, pulling Danyal towards him gently.

It didn’t take more than that for Danyal to lurch forward, crashing into Jason’s chest and wrapping him in a tight hug. It wasn’t something Jason was used to, but it didn’t stop him from doing his best to comfort the lad, resting his hands on his small back and rubbing gently. “It’s okay. Damian is safe at home now, and police are taking care of the rest,” he tried to assure, trying to guess if that was what had Danyal in such states.

It took several attempts being cut off by sobs and hiccups before Danyal got a response out. “I s’screwed up! S’she w-... wasn’t sup’posed to see. He w’wasn’t supposed to see me.”

Jason wasn’t sure who ‘she’ was, but he guessed Danyal meant Damian for the second person. It was something that had confused him for awhile, why Danyal didn’t want to see Damian, and he couldn’t help asking. “Why did you run from Damian? I thought you got along.”

It was a question Danyal hadn’t had an answer to, even for himself. He’d wondered at first why he’d asked Jason to keep it a secret that he was there, even from Damian. But he’d never been able to answer it. He wasn’t angry with Damian, like Jason had first asked. He didn’t blame Damian for anything that had happened. He didn’t resent Damian at all. But for some reason the thought of seeing his twin brother filled him with dread. He didn’t want Damian to know he had a different family now. Another life, away from him and all they had grown up with. Not because he thought Damian would ruin it, or try to get him to leave it behind, or anything like that. He realized now it was because of an overwhelming feeling of guilt.

“I abandoned him,” Danyal choked out, answering the question for himself as well as Jason. “I left him alone in that shit hole of a family, to be used as a toy, as a weapon just to kill people. We were just kids and I left him all alone.”

The revelation caused Jason’s grip to tighten around Danyal, anger towards Ra’s smoldering brighter in his soul. But this wasn’t about him, so Jason stifled that flame in favor of something that would be of greater use. He could try to tell Danyal that Damian didn’t hate him. That they both apparently felt the same ill begotten guilt, believing that they had somehow failed each other despite having only been children. His own words to the others came back to his mind. 

‘I was just a kid you know.’

They were just kids. They were still just kids. And shouldn’t have to deal with such grief over something that had been caused by adults. Jason knew he could sit there and talk, and try to convince Danyal that he was wrong, and his feelings didn’t have to be what they were. But he also knew there was a much easier way to solve this, and a lot of other tasks.

“...Danyal,” Jason spoke, getting his attention. “Can I ask you to trust me?”

“...W’what?” Danyal asked, his sobs thankfully starting to quiet as Jason piqued his curiosity.

“Will you trust me? And allow me to take you to Damian?” Jason repeated, hoping the hold he had on Danyal was comforting instead of smothering. “Trust me that I know Damian, and know this will help both of you?”

It was somehow a simple request in Danyal’s mind. Trust Jason, the only brother who Damian trusted enough to tell him about his dead twin, to know how to help them. For some reason it was easy for Danyal to turn his brian off, and agree. “...Okay.”

___________

Jason soon learned that Danyal wasn’t a ghost. A comment about finding a hoodie to hide his white hair for the trip led to Danyal revealing that he could easily switch forms between human and spirit. A ring of light briefly passing over his form, and Danyal had black hair, regular green eyes, and completely lost that intimidating presence. Now he was just another regular boy. And he looked exactly like Damian.

He still asked for the hoodie.

The trip back to the Wayne manor was quick, and silent on Jason’s motorcycle, the spare helmet shoved over Danyal’s head. He seemed reluctant to take it off when they stopped, and Jason couldn’t blame him. He seemed very keen on not being recognized.

“Don’t worry. Not even media cameras make it here. Bruce likes his privacy,” Jason assured, resting a hand on Danyal’s back in what he hoped was reassurance even as the kid pulled the hood lower.

Unfortunately because of the recent circumstances the manor wasn’t empty. But Jason ignored the others with short quips when they got nosy. It was only Alfred, the one who always looked after them when hurt, and who was just leaving Damian’s room, that they stopped for.

“Welcome home, Master Jason,” Alfred’s usual greeting was the first words exchanged. “Might I ask who our guest is?”

Alfred didn’t sound like Danyal was unwanted, but he didn’t miss the protective tone subtly in his voice.

“A visitor for Damian,”Jason responded simply. A half answer. It would take too long to explain, and they weren’t there for the others.

“Are you sure this is the best time for visitation?” Alfred asked, knowing that Jason was well aware of Damian’s current health status.

“Trust me. They both need this,” Jason confirmed, his hand never leaving Danyal’s back even as he kept his head low and face away from curious eyes.

“Very well,” Alfred relented after a small pause, stepping aside and gesturing for them to pass.

Jason thanked Alfred, and took charge of firmly leading Danyal through the open door. He could feel Danyal’s body tensing with rattled nerves, and didn’t want him to suffer in second guessing any longer than necessary. So when Bruce turned to look at them from the bedside where Damian was refusing to fully rest, Jason took care of introducing their arrival. “Couple of dead boys, here to visit.”

It was certainly unexpected, but while Bruce’s expression scrunched in confusion Damian stubbornly sat up and a tiny snort escaped Danyal. The humor was almost out of place, but appreciated, and Danyal allowed Jason to move him forward a little before taking the hood from his hands.

Letting the fabric that was hiding his face slip from his fingers, Danyal lowered his hands to replace it with the front of the hoodie instead, giving a shaky, nerve wracked smile as he clenched the oversized hoodie. “... Hey, Dami.”

The greeting was easier than Danyal thought it would be, and he didn’t have to wait long for Damian’s response. Despite the protest of his battered body, Damian ignored all the rules he’d been given to stay in bed in favor of launching himself towards his twin. “Danyal!”

Danyal’s breath left him in a slight huff as a figure the same as his own slammed into him, arms being thrown around him without any hint of hesitation. As Damian babbled broken chatter, Danyal found he couldn’t fully focus on what he was saying. Just the familiar voice from half a lifetime ago, slightly different with just a bit of age, echoing in his ears. It was easy to return the hug, Danyal’s hands remaining gentle in consideration of Damian’s ribs, yet also squeezing as tight as he dared. Fresh tears caused his throat to tighten once more, but this time he didn’t mind. Even the brand new voice behind him did little to deter his desire to stay right where he was.

“Holy shit! You have a twin!”

“Shut up, Tim. You’re ruining it.”

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Friggen huge post but I'm not planning on making this an extended fic so just splatted it all out in 1 post X'D

The first part of this is what that design of Danyal I did was for. And a day of brain fog and just the right kind of positive motivation got me to actually do this.

I feel really out of my element because I only know the DC group from Wayne Family Adventures, and a few fan content things my sis reblogs |D I hope they're not too out of character.

[sad-leon]

@intotheelliwoods free therapy time again :D

I am quickly running out of hug poses for these two but they still bring me so much joy to draw <3

im so incredibly normal about them

[starrspice]

Some things never change

[galaxgay]

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🕯 "Do it Again" in S3 🕯

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[daemon-in-my-head]

Durgetash(?) asks - I'm slowly running out of coherent titles edition

But back to serious business. Well as serious as my asks are anyway.

What's Durges creation myth? Not the 'and then there was a gore baby'. Give me the details, what did Bhaal actually do for Durge to torment Toril in a few years?

Did Bhaal always plan for Durge to just eradicate all life or did he originally have a different plan before his death and revival? What exactly did the lord of murder have in mind when creating that particular spawn?

Was kid Durge a usual child before the Urge awakened or were there some signs indicating smth was off about the kid? How did the environment react to them?

Did Durge steal anything for themselves during the heist, or did they only took the crown?

What did pre tadpole Durge think of Jergal? Was that mindset in any way influenced by Bhaal?

Orin is pretty young. At which point did Durge introduce their lovely sister to their new tyrannical acquaintance and how much of a shitshow was it?

What were Durges and Gortash's first words towards each other? (Be as vague as u want)

What were their last words towards each other? And who really got the final say? (Same as prev, be as vague as you'd like)

Durges opinion on the nine hells and the archdevils ruling them. Also is Gortash aware of their honest opinion or did they not bother disclosing that?

The most fucked up thing they did together. The absolute plot, mephista or hall of wonders heist doesn't count.

What portfolio would they have claimed if they ever got to ascend? Would they simply usurp the current dead three or ascend and claim an unrelated portfolio of their own? What's going on there?

What did the promise of death at Durges hands mean to Gortash?

Ask prev when u reblog, be nice, this isn't strictly romantic, bla bla bla yk what I usually put here. Basically, have fun, go wild, save a fading fandom or smth

[webs4ribs]

Losing my MIND at Sam’s personality section on the TMAGP wiki

[harbingersglory]

Thoughts on transfem Ningguang with a fem!reader whose her bodyguard? Fem!reader whose like a loyal, protective dog out in the world when they're out and about together, but an utter submissive puppy behind closed doors for the Tianquan?

literally shaking like a chihuahua oh what i'd do to be the Tianquan's lap dog..mean femmes are so attractive its like putting my brain in a blender.

It's not surprising the Tianquan has a bodyguard. She's a key political figure in Liyue and anyone aiming to dismantle the carefully curated hierarchy has her at the top of the list. To the public, your just muscle to intimidate the lesser crooks from even thinking about it and deal with those who get too bold.

Behind closed doors, though? Your nothing but the Tianquan's lap dog at her beck and call.

She isn't fond of public displays, but she does like hiding it in public just for the thrill. Knowing you wear your collar under your uniform so you'll always remember who holds your leash is a thrill she can't beat.

She's a bit mean and sadistic, really, but she's the Tianquan. She has the money to spoil you like a good puppy afterwards..so long as you behave and exceed expectations. Whether you lean more dominant or submissive doesn't matter, since you'll probably be subbing whether your top or bottom. It's a different kind of thrill to make you sit on her lap, stuffed full of her cock, while she works. That or she has you under her desk, one hand fisted in your hair while she uses your mouth instead.

She has to be at the top of her game, after all, and her position is a stressful one. What better way to de-stress then to put her little puppy to good use? You're just so pliant when she orders you on your knees.

She keeps it tame if thats more your thing, but if you give her the go ahead she will buy you muzzles. Some just the standard muzzle, others with gags, plenty of collars and leashes for all sorts of occasions..she might even get you faux ears and a tail just for a little finishing touch.

She's just as big on aftercare, though. She puts her money to good use spoiling you, partially because she knows she can get a little rough with you. That and as much as she likes to call you her puppy, she won't have you smelling like a wet dog. Get in the bath.

You won't stay clean for long, especially because she absolutely goes all out on her tub so it's more then big enough for some extra activities, but it's better then nothing.

Sometimes, though, she just needs to be pampered herself. She adores body worship after a particularly stressful day. Just lounging in half tied silk while you worship every inch of her.

And if anyone notices you limping the morning after..they say nothing. They just chalk it up to a fight with some assassin or similar. And if they do know, they know better then to bring it up.

Bonus for being shared with Beidou when she drops by Liyue harbor. Nothing like a rowdy pirate to shake things up and make a mess of you on the Tianquan's bed while she watches.

[makenna-made-this]

*narrator voice* More like Brooder's Gate 3, amirite???

[moongothic]

(Frankenstein'd two asks together for the sake of previty)

I've been pretty torn between answering this ask and just doing a deep dive re-analysis post about Marineford as a whole (from Crocodile's perspective) because I feel like rereading it now as a Crocodad Truther, I could probably make a whole lot of new observations and/or read into things differently than I did last time I read it (when I was rereading for the purpose of studying the viability of Crocodad) Like there's so much to say about the whole arc and I'd include this line of thought in there anyways... But also, do I really feel like writing a giant essay like that........

I am going to start this by refering to this mini-essay I wrote like a month ago, about how Crocodile seems to have this attitude of "no crying over spilt milk". What's happened has happened, what's done is done, it's your own fault things turned out the way they did, there's no undoing any of it and you just have to continue on. And I do think that attitude would be key here to understanding Crocodile's actions in Marineford re:Crocodad

(Sidenote because this is not relevant to the rest of the post, but the reason this is about Crocodad and not CrocoUncle etc is because if Crocodile was only loosely related to Luffy it would not have the same kind of impact emotionally (for Crocodile; like there is a difference between a nephew and a son). Additionally a part of Crocodad is that it ties into Crocodile's connection with Ivankov in a really important way. If Crocodile was only loosely related to Luffy, him also being trans would kind of be like a random sidenote without being relevant to the two being family, but suddenly if Crocodile is Luffy's other biological parent, him being trans matters a lot more. Also if he's not Luffy's other dad then we'd be still stuck asking who the fuck birthed Luffy to begin with)

While Sengoku's announcement here would make for a horrific revelation to Crocodile in this situation (a revelation we never see his immidiate reaction to, which continues to be deeply sus), what would it change, really?

The little idiot child who Crocodile had attempted to murder multiple times was his own son. Sure, he might've insantly lost whatever grudge he might've held against Luffy, then what? That feeling would be one-sided, because at this point in the story Luffy hated Crocodile's guts and he knew that too. Luffy has no idea about them being related, and even if Crocodile literally walked up the kid right that second and told him the truth, what would it change? He'd still be the man who nearly nuked a million people off the face of the earth, took over a country and killed Luffy and his friends while laughing about it. Being Luffy's other dad wouldn't make him any less of a horrible asshole (if anything it might make it slightly worse 'cause you get to add shit like "child abandonment" onto his list of crimes).

Luffy came to Marineford to save Ace. Crocodile came to Marineford to kill Whitebeard. He had no reason to interfere with Luffy's quest, and with the help Luffy already was recieving from the prison escapees, the Newkama and the Whitebeard Pirates, what would Crocodile's assistance add to the mix? Would Luffy even welcome him in helping save his brother?

Luffy had his own life, a life Crocodile had not been a part of. He had no right to try to insert himself into it at this point, after all he had done to Luffy. There's no crying over spilled milk. What's done is done, you just have to move on. He should just focus on what he came to do; get his revenge and take Whitebeard's head, as planned.

Deep breaths

...Only to realize that Whitebeard is a dying old man and not worth even killing anymore, because he's not the same Primebeard whom once beat Crocodile and crushed all his dreams. Defeating Whitebeard would not give him the catharsis he came for.

And at that point, the fuck was Crocodile going to do? The revenge he wants isn't there anymore 'cause it went bad a few decades ago. And between the raging war and Doflamingo on his ass it's not like he could just sneak out without anybody noticing. He doesn't have allies (aside from Daz under him) to worry about. He only has his hatred to the World Government.

At that point, he might as well be a nuisance to the Government and assist Luffy. Even if the help wasn't welcomed, even if Luffy hated him and regardless if he knew the truth or not, helping Luffy right then and there would still be better than letting the Government have their way and kill his son right in front of him

[s12e28]

So crazy about “When you become the sun… please think of me.” in chapter 734 cos what do you mean it isn’t from a fanfic and that Cale actually said that when he was posing as a servant of 15 year old indignity test Alver…

Extra sickening when you remember how they won’t ever actually get to meet again in that ‘illusion’… the thought of Alver having his coronation, scanning the crowd for even a hint of Cale… only to be met with disappointment… oghhghh just kill me JUST KILL MEEEEE

[charmwasjess]

Been doing a lot of Dooku posting lately, heaven help me, I gotta get back to the classics* 

*detailed analysis of what style of underwear the gang wears (Dooku: compression boxer briefs that lock his junk in place for when he casually decides to backflip his whole 2m height instead of walking down a small flight of stairs, Sifo-Dyas: breezy natural linen in colors like “dawn flax”, Jocasta Nu: none)

[killjo-q]

Goddess of Rot

[merakiui]

i like to think azul purposely puts himself in terrible situations so that it's an excuse for darling to come to his aid.

he doesn't eat enough so he's on the verge of passing out during a lecture so that you'll take notice of his pale, sickly features and offer to walk him to the infirmary. and he's just so hungry and tired so it's fine if he leans on you for support, wrapping an arm around your waist under the guise of needing your help so he won't flop over.

he falls off his broom in flight class (though he's still relatively close to the ground) so that you'll be the first one to fret over him, asking if he's okay, if he's hurt anywhere, if you should call for coach vargas.

he puts on such a convincing act when he yawns and scrubs the faux exhaustion from his eyes in hopes that you'll tell him to rest (and you always do because you care oh-so-much for your friends and he knows you have a tendency to play caretaker for the ones you care about).

if he's really so far-gone into his obsession, he'll neglect to take his transformation potion so that you're the first one to come barging into mostro lounge to ask if he's okay.

he's even thought about breaking his glasses so that you'll have to be his eyes for the day, dictating what's written on the board for him or even sharing a notebook together. oh, the things he does for the sake of love...

azul calculates these little imperfections and they're only for your sake. if you aren't around, he's completely fine. normal, actually. but if you're within earshot or you happen to be looking his way, suddenly he's sickly, exhausted, gloomy, a clumsy mess. azul hates to look anything less than perfect, but then he also likes to be cared for by you a little too much. he likes to worry you so that you'll always stay by his side, so that you'll continue to check in, so that he can take more and more of your kindness and goodwill until there's no more left for you to dish out to anyone else. and he's making progress, too! you offered to keep him company when he insisted on staying late at the lounge to finish paperwork. there are indeed rewards to these risks. it just takes time. fortunately, he can exercise patience.

azul is by no means weak. he knows what image he's cultivating for you. he knows exactly what he's doing when he tells you he'll be indisposed for a few days because of mer biology (and he phrases it in a way where you just have to know more because he refuses to tell you enough information), and if you're truly curious you're more than welcome to visit while he's indisposed. :)

he knows how to cast his lines, wait for a bite, and then reel in. he knows what he's doing when he puts himself in vulnerable, often flustering situations just so he can keep your eyes fixated on him at all times. and unfortunately you don't know octo-mers mate for life. azul conveniently left that little detail out when you agreed to help him when biological imperative (and a particularly potent aphrodisiac) comes calling. he'll affix himself to you like the worst parasite, and if you spend enough time with him you might just find yourself reflecting the same maddening codependency he has for you.

oh, the things he does for love. you're lucky he loves you so much, otherwise he'd never forgive you for the effect you have on him. but if putting himself down—if orchestrating manufactured vulnerability—is what it takes to have you all to himself he'll gladly play the part of the clumsy octopus.

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sometimes I’m like “I should make this blog palatable to new people coming in from other fandoms since I want more mutuals who like __” and then I’m like “ugh but I should be more palatable to the followers I have! I’ve got such a foothold in __!” and then I realize both of these sentiments are so sad and being palatable is something I do all day at work.. why am I trying to do that here… and yes I can acknowledge that but I probably won’t do anything about it

anyway *posts yet another analysis of character no one follows me for*