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is it selfish to want you? | neteyam sully

pairing: neteyam sully x omaticiya!fem! reader

warnings: so much fluff, swearing, heated kissing, bonding, mating, intimate

a/n: both neteyam and you are about 17 in this, as to my knowledge that is when na'vi are declared as adults and are allowed to find a mate. please correct me if i am wrong! REPOSTING

neteyam sully was a boy of many things, he was a mighty warrior, loved by most- desired by more. he was easily one of the most sought out na'vi in the clan, many women in the clan had their eyes on him. they would do anything neteyam asked of them in a heartbeat- all waiting in anticipation for the day he would pick a mate to help him lead the clan.

but neteyam paid no attention to any of them, he had interest in not one other woman in the clan, except for you. his heart belonged to you and you didn't even know it. to him no na'vi even held so much as a finger to you and your beauty, your strong heart and mind- he honestly couldn't pinpoint any flaw you had even if he was held at gunpoint because in his eyes you truly had none. you were completely and utterly perfect.

but the one woman he wanted was the one that wasn't chasing after him- what he didn't know if that you had been pinning after him just as he did for you, but you were sure he did not return the feelings you had for him. he had all these women wanting him, why would he want you?

"neteyam!" he snapped his head at the sound of your voice calling his name, watching as you approached him with a small smile on your face. he was sitting on the forest floor carving a piece of wood. "do you know where kiri is?"

neteyam would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed when you asked him where his sister was, "sorry, i do not know." you sighed, plopping yourself down on the ground next to him- only now taking notice of what he was doing, carving something.

neteyam saw you were staring at what he was making out of wood with curiosity. "this is for tuk, lo'ak broke her other ikran toy." he tried to show you a bit better, removing his thumb a bit to make it more visible.

you chuckled- which brought butterflies to neteyam's chest. "poor tuk."

"i would say poor ikran, it got his neck snapped off." he joked, recalling how lo'ak accidently stepped on the wooden toy and tuk crying over the decapitated toy.

you laughed at his joke, "ah yes, poor ikran." he was not nearly done with carving the wooden toy, "do you mind if i stay?"

does neteyam mind if you stay? what kind of question was that? he did not mind, not one bit. with every fiber of his body he wanted you to stay- he wanted you to always be with him. "not one bit." he was excited that you wished to stay with him instead of finding the others which were probably doing something more fun than what he was.

you watched as his hands worked delicately, sure of every little move he made with his small knife when it met with the deep oak wood- your eyes slowly traveled up to his arms which were filled with muscle. it was no surprise, he was incredibly strong- his muscles just proved the point of it.

you admired his arms- as weird as it sounded, watching how the muscles tensed as he carved.

neteyam noticed how quiet you were being, turning to look at you slowly. realising you had your eyes trained on his toned arms, he felt a smirk coming to his lips- suddenly feeling confident. "my arm must be nice to look at, hm?"

you snapped your eyes away from his arm, heat spreading to your face- embarrassed you had just been caught staring at his arms. oh eywa, you have never wished to disappear more than you wanted to now. "uh, no?" it came out as more of a question than anything- you were a flustered mess.

he chuckled, shaking his head as he continued to work on carving tuk's toy. he felt proud that he could make you flustered- and was never more grateful for his toned arms. "right, that is why you were staring at them for so long." he teased you more.

"i was staring at them because of how dirty they are," you tried to regain yourself, rolling your eyes playfully- his arms did in fact have dirt on them from when he was out hunting that morning. "you need to go for a wash."

neteyam glared at you playfully, swiping his finger on his arm collecting some dirt and smeared it on your cheek. you slapped his finger away, groaning. "neteyam!- you skxqwng!" you rubbed your cheek in attempt to get the dirt that he had put on your face off. "i just cleaned myself!"

he grinned as he looked at your cheek- which was smeared with dirt, in your attempt to clean it you had made it worse- spreading it. "my finger slipped, sorry." he innocently said.

you raised your hand, slapping the side of his head harshly- making him shoot his hand up to his head that stung from your hit. "sorry, my hand slipped." you repeated his words, smirking.

but your smirk soon vanished as a smug look came to his face- you knew he was about to do something. and you were proved right as he stood up quickly, urapiductly picking you up, flinging your body over his shoulders with ease. you had not time to react with how fast he was at doing so and before you knew it he began to walk- your face being smushed into his back as one of his hands was holding you in place, the other holding your legs so you don't kick him.

"neteyam!-" you hit his back with your fist, trying to make him let go of you. "let go of me!- ugh, bitch!" he chuckled at the name you had decided to call him.

you continued to hit his back- your punches had no effect on him, his hold becoming tighter on you as you tried to squirm off his shoulders- having no success. you stopped fighting him as he suddenly came to a stop, hoping he was about to let you down. he let you down, just not in the way you had planned for.

he moved you from his shoulders, now holding you bridal style- he held a smirk on his face as he looked down at you. you were confused, looking around you. your eyes widened as you saw a large pond in front of you- knowing what he was about to do. you looked back to him, narrowing your eyes dangerously at him. telling him not to do it. "neteyam, let go of m-!" before you could finish your sentence you felt yourself get flung from his arms.

the cold water hitting your body as you landed in the water, as you resurfaced breathing heavily from not preparing yourself you looked up to neteyam who was standing on the dry grass in front of the pond, watching you in amusement.

before you could open your mouth to speak, neteyam once again interrupted you this time by jumping into the water right next to you- causing a large splash, the water getting in your mouth. you were truly done with this boy.

neteyam pulled his head out of the water, flinging his now wet braids away from his face so he could see you clearly- you had a sour look on your face as you glared at him. he was grinning widely, showing off his fangs. "what? you said to let you go."

"not like that!" you yelled at him, keeping yourself afloat. "i am going to kill you."

he raised one eyebrow teasingly, amused. "oh yeah?"

without a reply you swam forward at him, hitting him repeatedly as he laughed trying to swat your hands away- he quickly pulled himself underwater and before you could react you felt yourself being pulled under as well.

you opened your eyes under the water that you had just been dragged under, seeing neteyam in front of you grinning. you lunged forward at him in the water as he quickly dodged you- not fast enough though as you got a hold of his tail, pulling him back. you felt a smile make its way to your face as you saw neteyam's angry expression under the vision of the slightly murky water.

he swam forward to you, wrapping both his arms around your body, trapping you- pushing you both deeper under the water- as the two of you stopped fighting one another he admired how you looked. your hair floating above you, which looked almost magical- your white spots that couted your face glowing in the darkness of the water. ewya, if neteyam didn't run out of breath from being in water for too long, he was sure you would. your blushed as the two of you held eye contact- it felt so intimate, his hands wrapped around you gently as he floated just aboved you looking down at your face.

you seemed to have forgotten you couldn't breath underwater for a second, it finally registered to you that you were out of breath as neteyam pulled you and him back to the surface to breathe.

as you reached it the two of you gasped for air, regaining your breath. when you did the two of you bursted out laughing- you were suddenly glad he had thrown you in the water. oh how much fun you had with him, he never failed to put a smile on your face no matter what circumstances it was under.

as your laughter died down, you realised how cold you were- shivering slightly from the water. neteyam too realising the coldness, looking at you, “come on.” he softly said, pulling you to the edge were the dry grass was.

neteyam reached his hand out to help you up, you took it gratefully- you too now on the dry land. as you emerged small droplets from the water coated your body, dripping slowly into the soul beneath you. neteyam felt his heart pick up its rhythm, you looked like a goddess, you always did.

“i can’t believe you chucked us both in the water with nothing to dry ourselves off with.” you groaned, glaring at neteyam playfully who shrugged innocently- more time with you that meant.

you sat down on a nearby rock that was by the large pond, neteyam following sitting right in front of you. waiting for yourselves to dry off. neteyam looked at you, you were still shivering- hugging your legs for warmth. he slid forward on the rock a bit, sliding an arm around your should bringing you closer to him- he rubbed your arm in comfort.

you melted into his touch, how was he so warm after getting out of the cold pond?- whilst you were still freezing. “you’re warm.”

he chuckled looking down at you, “you’re cold.”

you glared up at him, rolling your eyes. “maybe because you threw me into a cold pond?” he sighed, playfully pulling away from you- you missed the warmth of his body as soon as he did so, “okay, okay i’m sorry- please come back.” he laughed sliding back over, engulfing you in his arms once more.

it all felt so right, you in his arms. you silently wished to stay like this for the rest of your life, in his arms. neteyam too wished the same thing.

he stroked your hair gently, running his fingers through its dampness- you closed your eyes slowly, enjoying the head massage. neteyam smiled as he saw your peaceful expression, all he ever wanted to do was make you happy- and he wanted to do that for the rest of his life.

he continued to run his fingers through your hair, a comforting silence falling over the two of you. the only noise coming from the flowing water from the small waterfall that lead into the pond.

“thank you.” neteyam suddenly said, breaking the silence- which you were quite confused at what he was thanking you about.

opening your eyes, looking at neteyam with a confused expression. “for what?”

for what? for everything you did, for being alive, for being you- there were so many things he could thank you about. “for being there for me like today. it’s good to have some fun, training has made me have less free time lately- it may be selfish but, i miss it.”

your face softened as you sat up, removing your head from his shoulder. you knew he his father had been going harder on him than usual as he was coming quicker to the age of where he would become olo'eyktan- you suddenly felt like he needed a hug, or maybe you just wanted to be close to him. you didn’t really know. you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him, holding his head with one hand the other around his neck.

neteyam hadn't realised how much he needed a hug until now, breathing in your scent that he knows by heart now. wrapping his own arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"i miss having you around too," you whispered into his neck, it sent shivers down his spine. you pulled away slightly so you could see neteyam's face, you pushed away a loose braid that always fell in front of his face. "and it is not selfish to want something, nete."

neteyam stared into your eyes, he swore he could drown in them and he would be completely content with going down like that. your words echoed in his mind, it is not selfish to want something- he wanted you to be his and him to be yours until the end of time itself- he yearned for you so much it hurt whenever he saw you speak to another male in the clan, he knew it was selfish of him but he only wanted you to speak to him. he wanted to be the one to show you the wonders of the world, he wanted to be the one who got to kiss your lips at night, he wanted to be the one whose name you whispered in the dark. neteyam sully wanted you and only you.

"is it selfish of me to want you?" his voice was quiet, in a whisper as the two of you held each others eyes. your mouth parted slightly, not sure if you had heard him right. had neteyam sully, the boy you had been in love with since young just speak those words? "is it selfish to want to be the only one that can look at you?"

"no." your voice was in a whisper, matching his. his eyes trailed down to your lips then back to your eyes- you had not missed it.

he reached out his hand placing it on your chin, gently pulling your face closer to his. you didn't fight it at all, you leaned in closer. your lips grazing each others. "good." he whispered against your lips, breaking the small gap between the two of you.

as your lips met his a spark appeared within you, whispering that this was meant to be. the kiss was short but was passionate, the two of your first kisses. neteyam loved that he was the one to be your first kiss and yours his.

the two of you broke away slowly, staring into each others eyes which were filled with desire and love. "you're so beautiful." he said as he pressed his lips to yours once again- this kiss was not like the first one, it was more messy, your lips chasing one another. he continued to kiss you, deepening the kiss as his hand slipped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap- now straddling him with your legs. "is this okay?" he asked softly, searching your face for any slight bit of uncomfortableness- but there was none.

you smiled, cupping his jaw in your hand, leaning into him. "more than okay, nete." was this what heaven felt like?- that is what neteyam was asking himself, because this was heaven.

his name against your tongue as you kissed him- eywa, it was enough to make him fall limp. his hand was on your lower back, supporting you so you didn't fall as he slid his tongue into your mouth. the other hand on your jaw softly. your hands found it way to his braids, tanginling your fingers in them- trying to pull him closer to you.

his lips began to trail down your neck, earning slight whimpers from you. it was the most beautiful sound neteyam had ever heard in his life. "keep making those noises." it came out without thinking as he continued to suck on your neck- you were embarrassed by the whimpers that escaped your mouth, but when neteyam said that you felt all the embarrassment slip away.

he pulled away from your neck, smirking as he saw the marks he left scattered across it. "neteyam," you hissed, "people are going to see those, you skxqwng." though, you weren't sure if you actually cared.

he grinned at your annoyed expression, "then they will see you are mine." you couldn't help but smile at what he said.

that was when you decided to make it official, it was the biggest decision of your life- you had been told that it would be a hard one to make as you would be with the one you bonded with for life. but, this was the easiest decision you had made in your life.

you slowly grabbed your braid that fell behind your back, bringing it forward to neteyam. his mouth fell slightly agape, looking up to you. "are you sure?" he asked, worried you may regret it later- he knew he would in fact never regret it, he didn't want you to though.

"neteyam, i have never been so sure of anything before." you smiled softly at him, that was all neteyam needed- he grabbed his queue and brought it forward with his hand your queues mere inches away from one another.

the two of you looked at one other, as you brought your queues to the other. the tsaheylu was formed.

both you and neteyam's breath hitched and pupils dilated as you looked from the bond to one another- you had never felt anything like this before, you could feel him, everything. his breath, heart beat, his feelings to you.

"i see you, y/n." neteyam breathed out, you swore you had never been happier- and neteyam could feel how happy you were when he spoke the words through the bond which made him smile.

"i see you, neteyam."

eywa had heard the two of your wishes and answered them. you and neteyam sully were now one, mated for life.

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You’re so real for the last reblog. While I do think that Burning Spice just being bored is also pretty cool I can’t deny that Devsis kind of fucked up in giving him some nuance unlike all the other beasts. All we really get is him screaming “how much longer do I have to endure this” because he can’t stand the constant boredom of seeing the same thing happen over and over.

I always think what would happen if Burning Spice Cookie really did destroy everything, how would he look at himself and the world. I see him in despair over the fact that now there really is nothing left to do, nothing left for him to change, and the very tide he tried to steer for himself has run dry. Nothing left for him but a burning world of his own actions and at first he’s happy that something has finally changed, he’s made an impact on history in the way he wanted. But now there’s nothing left, nothing but him. All he can do now is scream in the agony of knowing that he’ll be there in an unchanging world for the rest of his days until he makes the ultimate change in taking himself out, but what would that accomplish? Leaving an unchanging world in his wake? He couldn’t do that to himself, it’s too painful. But to try and fix it, to give Abundance to the world once again is just a painful reminder of how he used to be and he couldn’t do that either. Either scenario is awful. So he’s left wandering the world forced to see it never change and never see a cookie, a kingdom, a civilization be born, grow or wither ever again.

Sorry that got kind of crazy skjakjsjan

Ngl my only issue with the “he wasn’t just bored” argument is that it always feels like it’s justifying what he (and honestly the other beasts) are doing. I’m all for “the witches fucking sucked and were horrible with the beasts”, but i feel like it’s always ignoring that the beasts were the ones to make the choice to fall and turn to the dark side. Nobody forced Burning Spice to turn into a genocidal maniac and nobody forced Shadow Milk to start telling lies and creating chaos. The Beasts had their reasons for doing those things but those reasons aren’t excuses and I don’t like how some people (not here, mostly on reddit) act like the beasts having tragic backstories gives them full permission to commit horrible crimes. It doesn’t. If anything it’s an argument about how the Beasts were possibly always unworthy of the soul jam because their counterparts, the ancient heroes, went through similar horrific events and didn’t become super mega evil. Even though GC pretends otherwise, the heroes want the betterment for all cookies. The beasts do not.

This is really long I’m sorry 💀 I just never liked the “oh they’ve got baggage therefore their war crimes are okay” thing in fandom.

Oh, I completely agree that they could've given Burning Spice more depth. Or at least, made it a bit more clear, again considering how many people thinks he was "just bored"

And for me personally, I don't think them having tragic backstories is an excuse. But it does show us that their not pure evil or anything and that perhaps there is a small possibility that they could be redeemed? Especially with Mystic Flour, even if the stuff she did was obviously horrible and inexcusable, it was still mostly rooted in a desire to end everyone's suffering, so I don't think she's a lost cause or anything

As for "the ancients went through similar horrific events and didn’t become super mega evil". No, they didn't, but let's be real here, that was also partly because they have close friends who look out for them. If Pure Vanilla didn't send that letter to Dark Cacao he would problably still be isolating himself in the citadel and ignoring all the problems outside of it. Pure vanilla admitted himself that if his friends weren't there then he would've actually become a cookie of deceit in the yoghurt river. And sure Golden Cheese didn't turn evil after losing her kingdom, but imagine if that happened like 10 more times. Would she still be okay then?

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After returning from the Null, Pangi had to take a long slumber to recover what remained of his sanity and put it all together. What he didn’t expect to find out after waking up a couple of days later was the fact that his faction, green faction, had somehow gained a new member, but also that said member had somehow already lost a life. Well, that second part was more expected than not - Pangi had come to learn that new otherworlders are usually very squishy and quick to die, but the circumstances of his death were still of interest to him.

That new member, Lukey, was somewhat of an interesting case. Pangi felt weird around him, and he wasn’t sure exactly why - something felt different, slightly wrong about his essence, but he couldn’t put his mind to what exactly. Pangi blamed the corruption spreading throughout his left arm for this disturbance - after all, he did gain the ability to feel people’s essence after the prolonged contact with corruption back in his labs, and maybe its physical manifestation was messing with his perception of things - but then again, everyone else’s essence still felt the same. 

But even if Lukey was somehow different from other realmers, did it really matter? Not in Pangi’s eyes, for he was just excited for more members to join the Honey Badgers, although the place quickly started feeling overcrowded as more and more people started joining. For now, he wasn’t too attached - he was still afraid of attachment after everything that happened with Pili, and with the new realmers usually going M.I.A. after a couple of days on the server, he couldn’t allow himself to believe that Lukey would stay around for long. So few others did, after all. 

But there was something so enticing about Lukey as well, something that lured Pangi closer despite the risk, despite the care he put into not getting attached. It might have been the desire to learn what made him different, or the wish to defend him from danger, or just the want to bond with the newest realmer, the newest green member - but he got close. Too close for comfort. Close enough to get attached. 

So when the Kingdom suddenly took interest in him, when he died again, this time to Sneeg, when Pili tried killing him over and over again, when that same damned cat started getting close to him, when Ros told Pangi to be wary of him, when he learned that it was her who killed him on the first day? He felt the rage riling up within him, he felt the desire to retaliate, to defend, to do whatever he had to to make sure Lukey was going to be safe. 

And when Lukey asked him if he should reset, if his levels were worth it - Pangi answered it honestly. It would be strategically better to reset, to die a third time, but it’s a coward’s way out - and Pangi has lost too many friends already. He wanted Lukey to stay alive, he promised Lukey that he would keep him alive no matter what if he decided to stay. And in return, Lukey promised him something nobody else has promised him before - while so many have told him they would die for him, Lukey said that he would live for him. He kept his last life to not hurt him, to show him that he isn’t like the others, to care about him - something awoke in Pangi, something that he thought he lost long ago. And he grabbed onto that feeling and didn’t let go. 

So when Pili, Pili of all people, asked Lukey out for the ball, that feeling took over everything, letting him succumb to revenge, turning his eyes just one shade more purple than they were before - barely noticeable, but that rage was powered by corruption spreading throughout his body. He wasn’t going to lose Lukey, he wasn’t going to let Lukey go through the same issues he went through, he wouldn’t let that cat ruin him. He had to protect him, he had to make sure he knew what he was getting into, he had to-

He didn’t mean to. He didn’t mean to. He didn’t mean to at all. His hands instinctively grabbed the handle of the crossbow when he was talking to Lukey, rage consuming his vision, and the trigger slipped - piercing straight through Lukey’s throat, not giving him, nor Pangi, a chance to react, to save him, to do anything. He- he killed the one person he was supposed to protect. The one person who was willing to survive for him for his own detriment. How could he? How could he have done that? And he knew Lukey would never forgive him. Who would ever forgive a sin as great as this? A sin as great as killing the person who kept their life just for you? He would understand if Lukey left, if he left him, if he left green, all because of this mistake, all because of this rage, all because of him, of Pangi. He hated this, and he hated himself. 

And then Lukey came back. And he didn’t hate him. And he didn’t despise him for his death. And he only held it against him a little bit - but all in a joking manner, all with a sparkle in his eyes and a smile in the corner of his mouth. And Pangi broke a little bit, not knowing what he did to deserve this, to deserve him, to deserve forgiveness. How could have his actions been forgiven that easily? How could Lukey stay by his side, despite what he has done? How could he not leave him when everyone else he ever held close did? 

Maybe his last vow of protection didn’t hold, maybe he broke it himself, but this time, this time it would be different. He would give his life for Lukey’s if he had to, he would fight his battles as if they were his own - because they would become his own. And he would kill for him. Do the one thing he can do best, bring death to those who have to die to ensure Lukey’s safety. And that was a promise. There was an exception - or at least, Pangi thought there was. Ros was a friend, one he was not killing to put in the way of his rampage, one who he trusted to always be honest with him. And so long as she remained honest, she was safe. 

And Lukey? Lukey did something Pangi did not expect. He revealed a secret, unprompted, as an exercise of trust - and Pangi knew just how important secrets were for the person carrying them. He never expected anyone to tell him their secrets, he respected their privacy and wouldn’t ever push, so this exercise of trust - it mattered so much to him. Yes, Lukey didn’t tell him everything - but he also told him he wouldn’t. He was honest, he revealed that when he came back, he came back in the Null, and Pangi could feel its essence lingering over him. And he could finally understand what the other strangeness of his essence was - but it was a secret not yet shared with him, and he wasn’t going to pressure Lukey into sharing it. It was not his secret to learn, after all. 

But even knowing what it was, even knowing what he knew, Pangi didn’t care. What would it matter if Lukey is from the Null? What would it matter if he is a Keeper? He forgave Pangi when he didn’t deserve forgiveness, he stayed at his back when he needed it most, and his actions mattered much more than who he was. That, that Pangi knew for certain. 

Somehow, each time he goes to slumber, something seems to happen to Lukey. This time was no different, with him almost being killed by yellow, by Sneegsnag, by Ros. He was told it first by Ros, and her story downplayed a few things here and there, and it hurt him. Not just the fact that she would tell Sneeg to kill the one person he cared about the most in this realm, but the fact that she would lie to him. And when Lukey told him what really happened, and when Ros confirmed that what Lukey said was the full truth, while her previous story contained some lies… Pangi was disappointed. The one thing he couldn’t stand, the one thing they promised to each other they wouldn’t do - Ros did it. She lied to him, and only confessed to her lie when presented with the truth. And it hurt, oh, it hurt so much. And Pangi didn’t know what to do now. He didn’t know if he could ever trust her again. 

And so he decided to trust the only other person he could. He showed Lukey the room that mattered the most for the upcoming war, the room that housed the weapon that would help them win it - this could compromise their entire future, but he trusted Lukey, not just with his life, but with lives of everyone on the green, with their potential victory. And he knew this trust was not misplaced. 

He had to know one thing, though. Just one thing. And so he went to Ros again, to ask why. Why would she do this, why would she try to kill Lukey again after the Kingdom has already been a cause of two of his deaths. And her answer didn’t make sense to Pangi. She heard him in the Null, but he was in the Null too, for as long as she has, and he didn’t care about the fact Lukey was from there - although he didn’t pay much attention to the very fact that he knew that, for that was a secret yet not shared with him, and so he would respect its secrecy. 

But the other point? It just confused him. Ros told him that there is something Lukey wasn’t telling them, and that was not something he would ever be concerned with. Pangi was even told by Lukey that he can’t say everything - and Pangi understood that, and didn’t pry further. And so he answered with the fact that all of them aren’t telling everything to each other, that all of them have secrets - and Ros didn’t appreciate that answer. Pangi knew that this was it. There was no way to mend this, and what would come tomorrow would most certainly result in war. 

And so the only thing he could do was prepare for bloodshed. Prepare himself, and prepare Lukey. After all, he had to make sure Lukey would survive to see the sunset, and be there to mend his wounds when he came back. He was the only one Pangi could trust with that, after everything that’s happened. The only one who he could trust at all.

[samsayswhatever]

I think...I might honestly think that the story is going to end with them together. The S/L story has already surprised me with how far it has gone and how much it has said, to such an extent that I think its highly possible that Mike White would choose that ending. That in combination with Mike wanting to make "transgressive" gay stories and how a gay storyline this season is "truly Satanic." I think two brothers choosing each other is probably the most universally morally offensive and evil thing for most of the audience, both gay and straight. Fully consenting enthusiastic homosexual incest seems like such a shove-your-face-in-it Mike move.

Something that will compound potential tragedy is that it is clear that underneath everything Saxon genuinely loves Lochlan, more simply, straightforwardly, and intensely than he loves anyone else in his life, and Lochlan seems to adore him as well. It will be sad if that relationship is broken irreparably, when neither of them have really any other lifelines but each other.

Or Mike could go full force into the soulmate motif he's been hinting at and have them go forward feeling that soulmate magic with intention, in tandem, which would be abominable and loathsome for viewers and generally the worst outcome the audience could conceive of. If Mike has them splinter/turn into strangers/one of them die or other such outcomes, it will have the audience feeling like the incestuous immoral queers received their karmic comeuppance. I genuinely feel like Mike would go with the former, not the latter. It would just be too tasty, unapologetically indulging that outrage and revulsion.

Randomly, I love how from episode to episode the 'this is disgusting, you guys are disgusting' comments across social media have ramped up considerably but at the same time viewership keeps increasing and breaking records. As much as people want to wholly condemn it, the attraction of seeing such a 'revulsive' thing play out is too powerful, which is delightfully ironic. People love seeing humans go to those 'disgusting' emotional and mental extremes with each other.

I also kind of think that they might end up together. But that just might be because my hopes are being artificially risen due to background personal life stuff. I feel like all the emotions I feel about this show and about my life are all liquids with different densities. And when I first learn new information, I'm shook, and all the liquids temporarily mix, but then because my life is so heavy, so as I sit with it, the hope I have about this show rises. Anyway, that's just an unnecessary metaphor I've been thinking about in relation to the hope I hold about this show having a happy ending for saxloch.

Realistically, I can see Mike White having them end up together to purposely make the audience uncomfortable, and think about the lengths people go to for their desires. But on the other hand, I think he's very interested in telling a story about people having identity crisis, and the threesome could just be the "rock bottom" they have to hit to start realizing that their identity is crumbling, and now they are going to have to make decisions to fix it.

I agree that if the "Satanic" comment is about saxloch, then there will likely be more to it than just the short flashbacks to a handjob. There will have to be full sex, or emotional commitment, and it will interesting to see if the show continues to lean in the sexual desire direction, or if it will surprise us with a twist of romantic attraction. I would love a heart wrenching saxloch confession, and for Mike to lean into the soulmates theme, like you mentioned.

I agree that I'm definitely worried about it turning tragic, and the show ending with the tone that they might never get to be close again. However, that outcome seems too much like a 90's era take. I'm hoping Mike White will be more creative.

As for how the comments about this being gross increases and the viewers increase, I see that as inevitable. The people who are able to separate fiction from reality, and route for saxloch are slightly more rare, and when they do exist, they don't always want to make their opinions known. But there is nothing to fear from saying, "I don't want to see siblings kiss." The general public will always be on your side for takes like that. And so as more people watch, whether it's because they are just getting around to it now, because they heard good things, or because of morbid curiosity, I think the saxloch hate comments are going to become more frequent. But we just have to not care, and do our own thing.

Thank you so much for your thoughts!!! Hopefully my reply makes sense

[messymindpalace]

it's your girl with another compilation of thoughts regarding this week's episode:

first of all, i swear these episodes seem shorter as each week goes by! literally never a dull moment

DR. MOHAN! i was so blown away by how she did that thing (which i cannot even pronounce for the life of me) based on what she read on an article! brilliant!

Mel, my sweet autistic princess, you show how the most unconventional person can surprise everyone! a natural team leader, managing more than three cases at once and coordinating other residents as if she's been doing that for ages (and it's only her first day)

Whitaker, my pathetic little man (endearing), since the first episode my love for you grows, and once again you're covered in blood but that's just you now, and i love you (cannot elaborate more, i just love him)

DR. ABOTT, THE MAN YOU ARE! I LOVE YOU, YOU SUICIDAL, MILITARY TRAINED, GRUMPY, HANDSOME MAN!

when Bridget showed up, my instant thought was, "It makes sense that the night shift has its Dana. Otherwise, how could things run properly?"

i maintain my original thoughts on Santos, but given the situation, i'm just hoping that they save as many lives as possible, even if it means Santos feeling like she is almost a deity - so be it. her reality check can come later

Langdon staring with puppy eyes at Robby in hope he can feel their connection...

honestly, what the hell was that with McKay? she has never left the hospital, WATCH THE NEWS FOR THE "WHY"

JAKE IS WELL AND ALIVE!!! but his arc left me heartbroken 💔

Robby crumbling down on the pediatric room at the end was so heartfelt, so sensible, how he felt the deaths of everyone he saw happening that day (now we get a glimpse as to why Abott was standing on the edge of the building...)

as for the incel kid, i now believe it was just to throw us off the scent. the shooter probably is someone else

I will take this opportunity (taking advantage of the hit success of Adolescence) to say this: even if David is not the shooter it does not means he is not a dangerous person. He explicit wrote about his desires to hurt women. May we not take lightly what he feels towards women. Even if he isn't the shooter. Wanting to hurt and hating women isn't normal and the things he wrote shouldn't be reduced to an expression of a resentful teenager boy. Resentful teenager boys kills teenager girls and if they don't, they grow up to resentful men who will hurt women.

[yanderes-galore]

Can i get a Eustass Kid concept? 👉👈

Yandere! Eustass Kid Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Violence, Blood, Attempted murder/murder, Stalking, Enemies to one-sided lovers, Kidnapping, Rough affection, Possessive behavior, Forced relationship.

Alright, the thing with Kid is I feel he and his obsession are going to be enemies.

He's like if violence was a person.

He's more likely to kill someone than trust him.

Due to his temperamental nature that makes him hard to negotiate with... I imagine it would be hard for you to like him.

He probably doesn't even like you until he establishes some sort of rivalry with you.

He's a competitive person so a yandere scenario with him will most likely start as an enemy thing if you're not part of his crew.

You want nothing to do with him.

To you, he's a walking loose cannon who just fights whoever looks at him wrong.

Unfortunately... You'll end up being his favorite rival.

You hate when you see him on an island you picked to rest at.

That or during a major battle.

He doesn't even care about the rest of your crew unless fighting them makes him fight you.

At first he fights with you simply due to conflicting desires.

Then Kid realizes... You're fun to fight.

He's someone who wants to fight the Emperors.

To him he originally thinks of fighting you as training.

You hate the clashing... stating you have better things to do.

Honestly you could be another pirate or even a high ranking marine...

He still finds fighting you increasingly more fun instead of it being because he's annoyed....

Kid did originally fight you due to his usual temper...

Then later he seeks it out.

Even King can't keep him under control when he sees you, the pirate insisting you must have another duel.

It would not surprise you if Kid was following you just to fight.

You see him around too often.

To him, fighting with you is like training... and soon, maybe even bonding.

Even if you'd rather toss him and Kaido and let him be dealt with.

You treat every encounter with Kid as though it will be your last.

You know he is a man who will murder because someone made a minor inconvenience.

Or no inconvenience at all, actually....

You don't even consider the fact that he could be searching to fight with you because he likes you.

You just think he likes the challenge, chasing prey that keeps running away because you've slighted him.

This is the reason you try to ignore him.

You don't want to entertain him.

Although, you can't seem to find a permanent way to get rid of him....

Kid, on the other hand, is surprised you're always on his mind.

At first he did hunt you down because you annoyed him.

Now he treats this like it's some sort of game.

He begins to realize you're always on his mind because he finds your presence...

Thrilling?

He enjoys your fights because he wants to learn from you... To anticipate your next move and beat you.

But he won't kill you like you expected.

Such a thing is hard to comprehend since all your battles end bloody.

Your poor doctor ends up in complete shock when they see the blood and wounds.

Plus, you've seen him kill people under your command.

It's as though he wants your attention... To get you into this competition.

This rivalry you want no part in....

There's no real manipulation when it comes to Kid.

He mostly speaks with actions.

Which are often quite violent when it comes to being an unwilling rival.

The day Kid would truly decide to make you his... Would take you by surprise.

You're expecting another duel when he ambushes you and your crew on another island.

Except... You begin to feel nervous when he's more violent.

Just to get you to pay attention... He targets any who get in his way....

You feel you have to do something when you see the amount of blood being spilled because of some competitive lunatic pirate.

However... This battle, he makes sure you can't run.

While Kid likes to handle his fight alone, King steps in to keep you cornered.

By the end of the battle, you're injured in the sand... the grains settling into your wounds with a sting.

But he doesn't finish you off... No...

He easily wants to have your crew violently removed, yet...

He asks you to join him.

Kid has a lot of affection for those in his crew.

He has come to realize that if he likes your company... and your fight... He'll have you join him.

Even if he has to force you into the choice.

Which ends up being what forces you into a possessive relationship with... him....

Once Kid makes you his, no doubt by force...

You're smothered.

When you become part of his crew, he acts like you belong to him.

It's as if him winning your battle and killing your crew... Makes you property.

Although, by pirate standards, that probably sounds right.

This allows me to talk about what your time with him would be like.

Your wounds would no doubt be cleaned and taken care of.

Kid may also be insistent to have you by his side all the time, claiming he'll kill anyone he looks at you wrong.

It's, unfortunately, not a bluff.

Kid treats you like an extension of himself.

His crew must respect you and anyone outside of his crew... might as well perish for interacting with you.

While I usually write yanderes who use manipulation as their main tactic...

Kid is just rough ALL the time....

Even his affection is rough.

He'll pull you close with his non-metal arm, kissing you all over to the point it leaves marks.

His grip on you is tight... It's like he's a man who doesn't know the meaning of gentle.

Even trying to communicate that can be difficult.

Many view Kid as something close to a force of nature.

He's violent and unfriendly... Getting what he wants with force.

After all, he believes that's how you survive in the New World.

Well... Now you don't have to worry if you're weak....

He's gotten attached to you through your deals and intends to keep you right where he wants you.

You're going to be his lover... His greatest treasure...

He'll make you always be by his side as he works towards Pirate King... It's not like he'll let you go anywhere else anyways.

[ronearoundblindly]

Hello bestie! I was just thinking about how 'Superhero AU' isn't usually something the non-Steve CE Babes get to partake in. What do you think everyone's superpowers might be?

My mind is awash with possibilities, I can't wait to see what you come up with!

This. THIS was so unbelievably fun I could answer it in like 12 hours, wow. Honestly, I'm just sooooo glad you made this throwaway comment yesterday because my brain went brrrr and never quit! Love ya. Magical. No notes. And no warnings just fun!

James Mace - Mind Control

My beautiful, practical babe, bless. Mace is forever trying to choose the best, most efficient path forward, and he is endlessly irritated by people who argue with him or can't see that. If he could only tweak their mind to see his reasoning, everything would go a lot smoother and faster. Mace would love to have that control, and I truly think he would not abuse that power...much.

Curtis Everett - Super Strength

Curtis is keeping it simple--he'd like to pummel bad people. The end.

Sure, he can use unflagging, inhuman strength to help a lot, but the first and real goal is to stop those making terrible choices on behalf of those who cannot choose. Curtis has that violent side. He needs to let it out in a positive and beneficial way.

Jimmy Dobyne - Invisibility

He has a manually intensive job that doesn't require much intelligence, but I think Jimmy would love spying in a meaningful way. He's halfway there already, being invited to and blending in at upper crust parties, so why not gather up some info that can be used to stop those manipulative people from profiting off those like him, huh? There's a small part of this that is Jimmy simply not wishing to be seen sometimes, and every once in a while he'd like to not be found at 5am to start working. Let the man sleep in once or twice, jeez...

Johnny Storm - X-ray Vision

Ok, even I have to laugh at this one, but I also had to think about Johnny the longest! At first it hit me that maybe he'd still want to fly, but since he was already a pilot of all sorts, that might not be necessary. Then I considered he'd want to manipulate things like Sue, but nah, that seemed too...indirect for him??

Finally, I decided that there's an ability Johnny may have been hoping for since he was a boy--he'd like to see through walls. Yeah, he wanted to check out girls in the locker room for a while, or he'd like to win tons at a casino by seeing what cards are coming up. Then I kept having this idea he'd be more like Iron Man with Jarvis's heads-up display?? Again, weird, I know, but Johnny is military and NASA trained. He's a pilot and was supposed to be an explorer, so wouldn't it be awesome for him to see beyond barriers!!! It's sorta perfect, no?

Jake Jensen - Control of Machines

Duh. He's already trying this IRL, so of course Jake wants to innately have machines do anything he desires. Pretty sure he's first on the waitlist for every new 'doll' robot anyway. This power would practically mean he could make his own perfect woman, and he could remain as awkward as he likes lol.

Lloyd Hansen - Mind Control

Big shock--people annoy Lloyd. His life would be a lot easier if everybody just did what he said, no questions asked, and with no regard for their safety...especially since Lloyd has no regard for their safety. He doesn't care. He would absolutely abuse this power. That is the whole point.

Ari Levinson - Teleportation

Seems like the type of impatient who get an order or an idea and needs to get started now. Let's go. He needs to be in another part of the city? the country? the world? Well then why isn't he there yet? He needs to extract people from danger? What are we waiting for?! Blink: he's there. Blink: he's back. Person: safe. Object: recovered. What's next?

Ransom Drysdale - Invisibility

Basically so he can steal stuff he wants and mess with people, but Ran is also good at gathering information to use against his family people. Whatever power you give him, he's using it selfishly, end of story.

Andy Barber - Time Manipulation

Being able to move around a crime scene before anything can disturb it would be great, but being able to rewind what happened? maybe even stop it? That's ideal. I think in a way Andy is tired of helping to get justice after something terrible has happened. He would thrive with a preventative power.

Steve Rogers - Healing

This one almost feels like a giveaway because he could have saved his mother from TB, and Steve would obviously have never wished for a damaging power. He won't even carry a gun for goodness sake, and while he is absolutely there to fight bad guys, hitting, injuring, or taking down bad guys directly PROTECTS GOOD PEOPLE. He doesn't want anyone to die, actually. Steve would just show up at a different hospital everyday and clear the place out. That's like his dream job.

Bucky Barnes - Telekinesis

He admires the magical abilities of, say, Gandalf in The Hobbit & LOTR, and while I guarantee he'd totally show up at a crazy shrine school in freaking Tibet to silently study magic for years, Bucky would also just...love to be able to move stuff with his mind. He was a sniper in the army and as Winter Soldier, so distance from the thing he's affecting has always been a goal. Bucky would totally enjoy a sort of 'hands off' ability.

Thank you for asking!

A/N: I would be VERY INTERESTED to know what powers you think these guys would want/have, so please share your thoughts!!

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[magiclwritings]

He had to admit there hadn't been a rookie night like this in years and honestly, it wasn't awful. Aside from being attacked and the bruising starting on his face and body at that moment. He had to admit, this town was going to be the challenge he was looking for. He also understood why he'd been assigned here. That silent walk over allowed him to work out a lot of tonight's details. More so that he hadn't actually met whom he'd intended too and that miffed him more than he liked to admit. If there was one thing Flynn hated it was wasted time and effort. Though as he heard his new friend enter back into the room with him, he'd reconsidered what exactly wasteful meant.

His eyes danced on the different faces in the pictures once more before he turned to help his new found friend. "You're in luck actually." Flynn spoke in a smooth tone, his feet stopping just short of the couch and he bent in to look at what he had to work with. Definitely wasn't something he'd have picked up but it would work in a pinch. He doubted very much that the man across from him would mind considering the state of everything else in this place. It wasn't awful but you could tell there were very few activities taking place here past sleeping, eating and showering from the looks of it. Maybe that's why he wasn't shy at the bar. "I aced my field medic course in basic."

Flynn pulled out some antiseptic and gauze to start with. He sectioned off a few pieces and poured the liquid onto the pieces. "Don't jump." He told him as he took one of the squares in his hand and leaned in to press it on the two puncture marks. His brow furrowed feeling the holes again and he scoffed under his breath. Fuckin' piece of shit. He wiped again and again until he was happy with the lack of blood flow and dirt no longer in it. Flynn turned back and grabbed one of the wet pieces and another couple of the dry ones. "You can tell everyone a rabid squirrel tried to have it's way with you on your way home." He offered, slipping the piece with the solution on the puncture wounds first and then a couple of the dry ones on top. Flynn moved to take Dodger's hand and replaced his own but kept his finger tips atop the other's hands while he dug back in the box for some tape.

"Too much to wish for scissors, huh?" He asked, looking briefly over at Dodger before he slid his bottom row of teeth along the tape roll until he found it's beginning. The sound of the tape stretching free as the end wedged between Flynn's teeth and the freeing rip was one fluid motion. He bared his teeth more as he fought to keep everything in place and fumble the tape onto it's desired spot. Once he was somewhat happy with it at least holding the wad of gauze he went back for a second piece of tape. This time the attempt was much better not having to use his damn mouth to get it free this time. Flynn was careful when he applied pressure, ensuring that the piece of tape would hold he bandage.

"You really had no idea?" He finally asked after a moment. It seemed redundant after his mini freak out back at the bar but a part of Flynn had always lived for the innocence that humanity had always presented. It was the only real reason he was still doing this after all these years. It couldn't all be for naught. That just had never sat right with him and if there was still a wonder in humanity, an innocence that could still be, well, that was worth all of it to him then. "I guess I really do have my work cut out for me here then, huh?" He knew that making light of this was not going to help but the awestuck was still strong in his senses and honestly, he just wanted a reason for Dodger to speak again. If for no other reason than he just wanted to hear his voice. A human connection. Fuck.

“I-” Dodger snapped his lips closed, eyes scanning Flynn’s face and body. There wasn’t a scratch on him. So, slayers had supernatural healing abilities along with their strength. Good to know. “You hear things…living here,” He explained, crossing his arms over his chest because humans did that when they needed comfort, almost like it was a hug. “People going missing, some turning up dead, but that happens everywhere.” Dodger reached forward, clasping Flynn’s hand and allowing himself to be pulled up to his feet. “And I thought the whole vampire vibe thing this club has going on was people playing pretend.” He snorted, shaking his head, wiping his hands on his jeans. “I thought it was like a weird kink club. Not that I have that kind of kink or anything. I just thought it was something new and could be fun. I mean, I did meet you here.” 

Dodger followed Flynn towards the door, side-stepping the vampire on the ground. “Earlier,” he said, pausing to glance back at Cain. “he called you a slayer?” Dodger’s brow furrowed as if tasting the word on the tip of his tongue for the first time. “Are you like a professional monster hunter or something? What does that mean? Sorry,” his fingers brushed the blonde hair back from his forehead, fingertips pressed to his temple. “This is just a lot, and I mean, I had my tongue down your throat like ten minutes ago, and now monsters are real and…and…” He heaved a heavy breath, “We were attacked. I mean, that fucker bit me.” His eyes widened, and his knees buckled. Dodger reached out for Flynn, catching the man’s arm to steady himself. “Am I going to turn into one?” 

“You’re right,” Dodger said, meeting Flynn’s gaze again. He kept his grip on the man’s arm, pushing up against his side. “We should get out of here before more come and find us.” His hand slid down Flynn’s arms until their palms met; Dodger twined his fingers with Flynn’s, squeezing them lightly. “They’re looking for you. That’s what he said, right? Maybe you should return to mine until you know wherever you’re staying is safe enough for you to return.” 

Plus, you know, Dodger had sun-canceling windows so he wouldn’t explode when the sun rose. 

He didn’t give Flynn much of a chance to disagree. Dodger pulled him from the room, down the steps, and through the club. He kept a firm grip on the slayer as bodies pressed against them, threatening to separate them. As they crossed the bar, Dodger felt a gaze on him. He turned his head, seeing Darian leaning against the bar's edge. It was rare to see him at the club. He despised crowds, and the club was Dodger’s domain, a gift given to him to run as he pleased. But Darian knew the slayer was coming here. He probably wanted to size up his most significant threat. He didn’t account for how Darian’s eyes on Flynn made Dodger feel threatened. This was his toy, his prize. He wanted to unravel the slayer himself. At the end of this, Dodger wanted to be Flynn’s biggest threat, not Darian. 

He tore his gaze away from his sire and looked ahead. The entrance was nearby. He pulled Flynn towards it, and then the night air surrounding them. 

It didn’t take long to get to Dodger’s apartment. It was a few blocks away, and they walked it in silence. Dodger conveniently stumbling along when he remembered he was supposed to be an injured human woozy from blood loss and traumatized by the revelation that vampires were real. Darian owned the apartment building but didn’t live there. He preferred to stay in the penthouse of one of the business buildings he owned. The apartment building had eight floors, and the top floor was his penthouse after they had knocked down all the apartments' walls to form one big one for him. But he had a smaller, one-bedroom apartment on the fifth floor for when he had visitors over. A decoy apartment resembling a regular twenty-something-year-old had lived there for years. He led Flynn to the fifth floor, unlocked the door, and beckoned him in. “Home sweet home,” He said as he walked into the apartment from Flynn. “It’s not much, but it’s home.” Dodger slipped out of his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack. “I’m going to go get the first aid kit.”

He left Flynn in the living room and went to the bathroom, grabbing the kit before returning quietly to see the slayer looking at his stuff, specifically a handful of Polaroid pictures of Dodger and his 'friends' tacked up by his desk. "Do you mind helping me clean up?" he paused, gesturing to his neck as he set the first aid kit on the coffee table and then sat on the couch. "This mess?"

[flwrkid14]

The Tim Drake Heartthrob Conspiracy – Part 2: A Heartthrob with Loser Rizz

So, Tim Drake is Gotham’s newest heartthrob. Cool, right? Except, well… there’s one tiny problem.

For all the brooding good looks, the sharp jawline, and that mysterious allure that has Gotham swooning, Tim Drake has absolutely no game. Like, zero. Nada. It’s a full-blown mystery how this man, who looks like he belongs on magazine covers, can be such a disaster in the romance department.

It all started with his date after that iconic moment when he rolled into the Batcave in that tailored suit. Everyone expected the night to go smoothly. It was Tim, after all—Mr. CEO, Mr. I-Can-Run-A-Multi-Billion-Dollar-Company. Surely, that would translate to his love life, right?

Wrong.

The next morning, Dick was the first to catch Tim yawning over his third cup of coffee. “Rough night?” he asked with a knowing smirk.

Tim just groaned, “I fell asleep on the rollercoaster.”

Dick blinked. “Wait, you fell asleep? On the rollercoaster?”

Tim sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I hadn’t slept in two days, and it was… kinda relaxing? The adrenaline and all.”

And that was just the beginning.

Steph found out later that Tim had somehow managed to spill soda on his date twice—once while trying to explain a complicated merger (because who doesn’t love business talk on a date?) and then again when he tripped over his own chair. By the end of the night, his date probably thought she was being pranked.

Cass, being Cass, summed it up perfectly: “Tim is Gotham’s biggest heartthrob, but he’s also Gotham’s most awkward date.”

Jason, of course, had to weigh in. “This is the same guy who walked into a glass door because he was distracted by a text.”

Let’s not forget the infamous “flower shop incident.” Tim, trying to be romantic, went to pick up flowers before another date, but things quickly went south. How? Well, let’s just say, when you knock over five vases, trip into a display of roses, and end up covered in petals, it’s hard to look suave.

By the time the Batfam heard about that little misadventure, Damian had had enough. “Drake, how is it that you have the charisma of a plank of wood?”

Still, Tim doesn’t mean to be such a disaster. It’s just, well, life seems to have it out for him when he’s trying to impress someone. He once spent an entire dinner talking about the intricacies of encryption algorithms—his date didn’t even make it to dessert. And don’t even mention the time he thought bringing homemade spreadsheets to a movie date would be cute. (Spoiler: It wasn’t.)

Yet, somehow, despite all of this, the mystery of Tim Drake continues to deepen. People are still thirsting after him. The forums are still buzzing with talk of his “quiet charm” and “endearing quirks.” Even his awkward moments somehow manage to add to his appeal, giving him this relatable, down-to-earth vibe that no one in Gotham can seem to resist.

And so, the Batfamily remains baffled. Tim may be Gotham’s biggest heartthrob, but when it comes to actual dating?

He’s a disaster wrapped in a perfectly tailored suit.

[starryoak]

I think the reason I differ from a lot of Akechi fans (and I am sincerely a fan!) is that I don’t find his backstory all that sad or for that matter interesting. It might be because I see it more interesting analyzed as a warped reflection of Ken Amanda’s backstory rather than a unique story of its own. And his plan, I find it pathetic more than anything else, sad only in its level of sheer stupidity, shortsightedness and miserable ineffectuality of self obsessed teenager-hood. But that’s what’s compelling about it and him! in my eyes, what’s interesting and unique about his character and has the potential to tell new stories that haven’t been done before has nothing to do with his pain or his redemption, except when kept in conversation with the undeniable fact that his plan was an ass-backwards idiotic and selfish plan fueled on nothing but spite by a deeply self-centered child who grew into an egotistical young adult without any reckoning of how completely stupid and impossible it all was.

[qoldenskies]

i ADORE b team and i love all the love youre giving them <3 like dont get me wrong i like disaster twins and brains&brawn as much as anyone but b team feels underrated in rottmnt fandom and im constantly hungering after more of their dynamic. like theyre the babies!! (i agree with leo being the older twin, donnie is def treated more like a younger sibling) theyre the creatives and honestly their ninpos are powerhouses and theyre opposites in terms of emotions vs logic but theres never any real conflict between them bc of that! mikey trusts donnie completely, donnie is more physically affectionate with mikey than anyone, they work very well as a team- sorry im rambling abt them now but my point overall is that im very happy to find such a talented writer who also loves b team and shows it <3

I LOOVVEEEEE B TEAM I LOVEEEE THEMMMMMM!!!!!!! if i had to pick a favorite dynamic i'd probably say B team for sureeee, although i try to give equality to everything when i write because i dont think i could pick a second favorite (like obviously i love all donnie dynamics but if you tried to make me pick between brains and brawn or disaster twins i would rather explode). i adore that they really just do not fight like at all in canon and how mutually protective they get of each other, theyre just so sweet arghhhh

b team likers assemble!!! there needs to be more of us

[catcatb0y]

Every time Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel has a glimpse of genuinely GOOD WRITING, I go insane. Both of these shows feel like edging to me, like they will tease me with these bangers and then leave me to dry EVERY DAMN TIME.

[priestfrommidnightmass]

DON’T READ IF YOU’RE NOT DOWN WITH MORALLY GRAY DIRTBAGGISH DILEMMAS IN REAL LIFE! but okay. so his girlfriend leaves for the summer for like three months in aboutttt 2-3 weeks? and i graduate soon so i’m kind of debating partnering with one of my friends to throw another party so i can get him wasted again and see how he acts when he’s drunk around me and she’s not around. because if that’s how he was acting with her standing Right beside us i can’t imagine otherwise….

[thegreatyin]

okay so with the naturalist done let's go a bit weird

1, 9, 24 and 25, for The Boatman.

1 - Why do you like or dislike this character?

The chess games you can play with him are really fun. I love how the difficulty organically builds up over time the further you go and the more your PC perishes- it really feels like you're slowly bonding with the guy, getting more comfortable with him, getting more comfortable with the Neath in general, etc etc. Even if the watchful checks are a bitch by the time you hit endgame.

Seriously, look at this! Look at the progression!! It's so charming. I love it so much. I may be losing in my boardgames but I am winning in my heart.

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9 - Could you be roommates with this character?

Hell yeah!! The Scoundrel is already practically roommates given how much they've died already/die on a bi-weekly basis. I wouldn't mind a skeleton homie. He's a little... intense, but he's a cool guy. I think we could hang out together. Some time off that boat would definitely do him good.

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24 - What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

I mean... pretty much any form of death/the grim reaper in any sort of media, really? He's pretty archetypal. If it's a skeleton representing death, it's reminiscent of him.

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25 - What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

At first: eyy what's up my dude (fascinated by the new zone, passing 100% watchful checks with ease)

Now: EYYYY what's UP my dude (just chillin', failing a 63% watchful check 7 times in a row)

[mad-hunts]

i find it kind of interesting how jack's costume is actually partially modeled after a jester ( his mask has the typical 'horns' that extend out of a jester's cap, except they don't have bells on them most of the time because that would just be VERY inconvenient for him as a thief and they aren't really all that big at all. they just barely reach the crown of his head and then tilt downwards before the ends folds in on themselves. it's basically something that is not too flashy, but also kind of let's him express himself ) and his whole costume just in general exudes the air of a ' performer. ' the fact that he does wear a leotard as part of his outfit while on 'missions' just emphasizes this. though, it does serve a practical purpose as well, of course -- and that is to allow him free range of movement since he is contortionist. so, i think the fact that he has consciously made an effort to make it a bit ' fun ' does say something about his character and i know i have mentioned this before, BUT i haven't quite touched upon this yet.

jack has saved people before that he knew barton would've wanted him to kill because they 'saw too much' or whatever the case may be. anddd i think that this is jack's way of trying to 'make up' for some of the bad thing's he's witnessed + done nothing about, as well as make up for the bad thing's he's done, though realistically -- it's probably going to take a LOT more than jack saving some people to completely ease his conscience and he can never really wipe his hands clean of what's been done. but ehhh, i think that jack treating it almost like it's some sort of ' twisted performance ' in a way is a form of escapism for him, as sad and also concerning as that might sound 😬 but yeahhh. that's likely enough rambling about my favorite mathis family member for now LOL

[bat-luun]

sonic forces wasnt that bad you guys are just fucking mean