#it’s not actually that bad it’s kinda good. i just was not expecting it

[seasidefallenangel]

now say i'm the only one you need

ranking the bllk men on how good of a boyfriend they are ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, karasu tabito, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu, michael kaiser, alexis ness

song from here listen to it to get a kiss from me

༄ isagi: 10/10

one third of the “perfect boyfriend trio.” he’s incredibly attentive of all your needs and overall is very good at balancing his soccer career with your relationship. dictionary definition of “walk him like a dog.” anything you say goes and he’s more than happy with things being that way. actually has a pretty high tolerance for whatever things you might put him through, he tends to be good at solving problems before they can spiral out of control. the most you’ll have to deal with is the fact he can be kind of on the more awkward and shy side of things, unsure how to really be in a relationship. he wasn’t really popular or well known at all before blue lock, so at most he had crushes that were one-sided. his friends joke and tease about how you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. he doesn’t even care that they’re right.

༄ bachira: 9/10

the thing with bachira is that you’re not gonna date him unless you’re okay with all of his quirks, so there’s really nothing “bad” or unexpected going into the relationship. at his worst he can be clingy and a smidge overbearing, but he’s terrified of you deciding you want something more, better than him. he’s very easy going because of this, and really won’t have any disagreements with whatever ideas strike you. you’re actually a rock in this life, and he feels safe confiding all the thoughts clawing at his mind when he’s being held in your arms. despite what people may think, he does have a calmer temperament to him - generally after practice or late at night. he’s a big cuddle bug and will most likely fall asleep on your stomach, clinging to you so you can’t leave him.

༄ chigiri: 5/10

rose-glasses off, chigiri kinda sucks. he’s very selfish without the whole egoist thing going on, and it’s confirmed in canon that a lot of people get turned off by his personality after being drawn in by his looks. he obviously has some interest in you if you’re dating, but that doesn’t mean his bad traits magically go away. his mindset is very “me before you.” if you’re arguing he’s going to bring up points for the sole purpose of hurting you because he has to be right. he has too much pride to admit when he's wrong but also to apologize for his actions. on the opposite side of that, though, is compliments and the like are easy for him to give you. he’s pretty open with his opinions so if he likes a certain thing about you he has no qualms with telling you as such. he would never deny you're dating and generally likes to show you off, wanting everyone to know he bagged an incredible person. he’s not the worst person to date, but it probably won’t be worth anything as a long term relationship.

༄ nagi: 6/10

nagi is my favorite character and that’s why i need to say this. he does have some merit for what it’s worth. he’s very physically affectionate and is also really easy to be around. i see him as being more open to compromise if you’re stern enough with him. he might complain a bit but he’s not that hard to convince. the biggest issue with him is that he just… doesn’t care. if he goes to a new cafe with you it’s cause you asked him, not because he wanted to. it’s not that he doesn’t love you, he just doesn’t process things like this in his brain. the concept of ‘doing things for your partner before they ask’ doesn’t click. he’s not a mind reader, so isn’t just being vocal about what you want the easiest? he doesn’t really expect much from you as a partner so easily grows confused at why you have these random demands and expectations from him when you know exactly how he is. it might not be a dealbreaker, but it does make you question if he’s ever actually enjoying his time with you.

༄ reo: 8/10

reo’s biggest issues are 1.) he's absurdly jealous and 2.) his money. the thing with his money is the fact he uses it almost as a deflector of sorts. if you have a genuine problem you need to sort out with him, he's giving you new jewelry, designer bags, dinners at michelin star restaurants instead of talking it out. he doesn’t want to give you the chance to bring up your displeasure in regards to something he’s done. it’s his default answer because it’s the only thing people have wanted from him. reo is actually very scared of conflict. he’s worried you’ll leave him at the first sign of him not being the picture perfect boyfriend that’s expected from him, which ties into the jealousy. if someone has a trait you admire, he’ll mold himself to fit that thing you seem to like.  he hates when you even acknowledge other people’s talents or attractive features  (save for nagi.) speaking of nagi, it’s played out but i do believe he’s the only person reo will share you with. if nagi wants to cuddle, kiss, act like your boyfriend, reo has no issue as long as he’s involved too. when you’re someone reo truly loves, he’ll let you do pretty much anything to him with no repercussions. it’s very easy to take advantage of him as long as you promise stay by his side.

༄ rin: 7/10

no matter how much he denies it, rin tries very hard to be sae. he wants to be the nonchalant boyfriend, never losing his cool and making it seem like you’re always running back for more. in truth, he couldn’t be more obvious about how badly he needs you. he has this sort of non-stop identity crisis going so he’s going to have this front of “fine with you, fine without you.” he wants you to think he doesn’t need you that bad because he’s worried you’ll see him as weak. the thing that makes it obvious is that when you’re threatening to leave because he’s just too hot and cold, he caves instantly. teeth gritted, he’ll ask what you want him to change, what kind of person should he be for you? after sae, he became so desperately starved for love that the second you started dating  he felt like he was suffocating, always needing your validation but unable to ask for it. similarly to reo, he’s easy to take advantage of if you insinuate that you’re unhappy with something currently in your relationship. be gentle because you can break him apart and he’ll always think it was his fault.

༄ sae: 9/10

i’m gonna go against the grain and say that sae is actually a great boyfriend because he wouldn’t bother getting into a relationship to begin with if he didnt think it’s worth his time. he’s an incredibly self assured person so he has no reason to be all wishy-washy with who he’s interested. sae’ll make it clear he wants to date you and obviously you’re reciprocating because duh, he’s sae itoshi. from the get go he’ll remind you that soccer is his career, his lifeblood, and while he loves you more, his priorities lay there. the fact he straight up admits it instead of letting it become a festering issue is exactly why he’s so good because neither of you will have wasted time in the relationship. he’s also easier to talk to than one might think. sae generally believes drawn out arguments are pointless  and wasting energy on them doesn’t help anyone, so any that you two have are squashed pretty quickly. affection comes pretty easily to him but he can be a little emotionally absent at his worst. it’s not really something that changes over time, but he has other methods of making sure you know he adores you. it’s very “what you see is what you get.” if you’re acquainted with him at all, there’s really no negative surprises or unexpected twists that put a damper on the romance between you both. if nothing else, he makes sure the whole world know exactly who you belong to, and it leaves you with no room to doubt he plans to keep you by his side forever.

༄ karasu: 10/10

one third of the “perfect boyfriend trio.” this is generally a shock to people who know the kind of company he keeps around but the thing is that karasu doesn’t approve of otoya’s behavior. he goes from insinuating otoya could be doing better things with his time than leading girls on to flat out telling him he’s pathetic for not holding down a relationship. most of the girls who have their hearts broken by otoya fall in love with karasu right after from how kindly he treats them and the way he apologizes for his friends nasty habits. karasu holds a lot of respect for you as a person since he’s attracted to people he can analyze and read into. a common bonding activity is just him asking your opinions on certain topics or how you’d approach a theoretical situation and he’ll sit back and listen, trying to dig into your mind. he’s also very self aware of his flaws and will admit he isn’t perfect but is always working to better himself (“his weakness is that he can't be nice to people he thinks are mediocre and knows he needs to fix that.”) it’s not like you’ll never have issues, but he always resolves them in a way that doesn’t add tension or doubt to your relationship. he’s also good with all 5 love languages and prefers to show them all to you, but if you have ones you prefer or dislike then he can easily adjust. he’s always listening to you, learning about you, wanting to be the best version of himself he can for you.

༄ otoya: 6/10

the glaring bone of contention with otoya is obvious to anyone who knows him - but not in the way you think. otoya can be a good boyfriend if he wants ; he knows what girls like, what makes them happy, how to keep them satisfied. he’s had enough practice for it to be second nature. once you're in a genuine relationship with him, he’s going to treat you pretty well. thing is - that’s exactly his problem. in the back of your head you know why he’s so good at this. you know you’re an idiot for thinking you can change him despite the fact you did. it’s just impossible to believe. every time he tries to reassure you that yes, you’re his only, he doesn’t want to go back to his old ways, you’re just staring at him thinking to yourself, ‘wonder how many times he’s used this line on someone.’ you’re just never going to have a sense of security with him because there’s always this lingering "what if" bouncing around. the worst part is that it’s not an unreasonable line of thought. mindless paranoia is one thing, but there’s so much proof against him that you’d be more humiliated for assuming he isn’t cheating on you - you can’t date a serial cheater and be really that mad or shocked if he does. you know what you signed up for accepting his confession, so your entire viewpoint is that it’s a matter of ‘when’ and not ‘if’. you can never ever say with full confidence he's 100% yours, even when he is.

༄ yukimiya: 10/10

one third of the “perfect boyfriend trio.” i know it’s like beating a dead horse since this is a commonly shared sentiment but he really is incredible. a big part of the reason why is actually the fact he’s emotionally mature. he’s in tune with how he feels and knows how to convey it respectfully but isn’t so set in his ways he can’t see what points you want to make if you were to disagree on something. something else is that he’s very good at reading your micro-behaviors and can fall in line pretty well with how you act without compromising his own personality (in comparison to how someone like bachira or alexis would.) if you tend to be on the shyer side, not really one to defend yourself, he has no issue stepping in and solving whatever problem is going on. on the flip if you are more outgoing and not scared to bite at people then he'll fall back, only intervening when he can sense things’ll get ugly if he doesn’t tug on your leash a little bit. something he particularly enjoys doing is picking up hobbies or skills that you enjoy or would appreciate. he’ll learn how to cook if you hate it or asks you to read your favorite books to him at night, wrapped in his arms while he presses a gentle kiss against your temple. 

༄ kaiser: 4/10 to 8/10 

the thing with kaiser is that he’s a really good boyfriend, but you have to go through hell to get to that point. he has so many walls and has all these little “tests” where he tries to catch you using him for his money, status, looks, etc. kaiser wants to convince himself that love obviously isn’t real ; look at his parents for god’s sake. so he’s always trying to plan some “gotcha” thing and catch you in the act. the issue is, he doesn’t. you’re really like this from the bottom of your heart and he can’t wrap his head around that fact. so he goes to the emotion he knows best - anger. he’s lashing out at you for lying to him, accusing you of all sorts of things because surely there’s no way this is real, that he has something fully his, someone who cherishes him and sees him for his best. this entire process isn’t a few months either - this is a good two or three years. he has a lot of built up trauma to navigate both on his own and with you. if you somehow have the conviction to get through this then he’ll be a really incredible guy to have around. he loves you so fiercely that he’d rather die than let the one good thing he’s been gifted to slip from his fingers, but everyone in your life is going to hate him by then and insist he hasn’t changed, feeling like you’re going to eventually be broken by him.

༄ alexis: ?/10

alexis is actually pretty similar to bachira, just more extreme. in any other context, his obsessions would be viewed as something of concern or distasteful but dating alexis means you already would know about it and in turn only get into a relationship if you were okay with it. it’s not as if his attachment to kaiser is a secret. if you’re going in with the “i can fix him” mentality then you’ve doomed yourself already. you have to already accept his quirks and such to really reach him in a way that matters. a relationship with him is this unending back and forth. you're actually not really going to be viewed as this untouchable deity because he's already yours. he doesn't have to prove his worth like with kaiser. the thing is that kaiser molded who he is now so kaiser is kind of his tie to humanity - without him, alexis doesn’t really have much keeping him tied to earth. don’t think you’re not important to him because and he’s going to insane lengths for you to accept his unhealthy outlets of showing his love and devotion to you. he feels so much more human with you because you’re giving him the attention that he has to beg kaiser for but without the requirements to earn it - you just love him naturally. he’s not trying to prove that he deserves your love, he’s trying to prove that he loves you just as much back but he doesn’t know how to do it normally. he doesn’t know how to offer himself to you in a way that isn’t self destructive. he’s stuck in this non-stop cycle of you trying to convince him he doesn’t need to like earn your love and him thinking that it’s you saying he’s not doing enough to to earn your love and thus he goes to more extremes. if you can handle it then he’s great for you, you’ll never question that he’s madly in love with you. but if you get overwhelmed then he grows more unstable, and you’re stuck trying to make him better while he makes himself worse to hopefully get you to finally praise him for shattering who he is.

[dollbrbie]

♡ ⸝⸝ HOW YOU MET CRIMINAL SUKUNA

featuring. criminal!sukuna | smut mdni

criminal!sukuna who’s bad news. the type of guy your parents despise and the type of guy your friends always advise you to stay away from. he also just so happens to also be your on and off ex boyfriend of two years.

criminal!sukuna who you met during your senior year of high school, the typical bad boy and good girl trope. you did pretty well, your grades always decent if not good and you typically stayed out of trouble.

criminal!sukuna who was the complete opposite, having failing grades and was always in some sort of trouble. he was a real nightmare for the teachers who had him in detention every day.

criminal!sukuna who stereotypically, was then paired up with you in one of your classes for a project, the good girl who the teacher counted on to hopefully get his grade in check.

criminal!sukuna who then had his eyes set on you from that day, spending weeks of his time working on this dumb project he had zero care for, but if it meant getting to spend some time with you, then he didn’t mind so much.

criminal!sukuna who you knew had a reputation, making you very weary of giving into his advances. he was always kind to you though, always making an effort. but, you knew a girl like you had no business getting involved with a guy like him.

criminal!sukuna who never stopped trying despite your gentle rejections. he wasn’t common for him to actually catch feelings for girls, let alone even like someone enough to be their friend. so, sukuna wasn’t gonna let this deter him. he knew what he wanted and that was you.

“c’mon, i’m not all bad, i promise. i’ll show you a real good time, and if your not fucking with me after that, i’ll leave you alone.”, he says to you with a tone so unusual for him. and when you finally agree, shutting your locker with a smile on your face despite the eye roll you gave him, he can’t help but feel a genuine smile make way on his face, with a type of feeling he hasn’t felt for years.

criminal!sukuna who was to your surprise, such a gentleman. he showed you the real princess treatment you hadn’t received from standard guys in your year. but, despite this, your friends definitely still didn’t approve of him.

criminal!sukuna who didn’t really care what you friends had to say, continuing you send you a signature bouquet of red roses, always with some cheesy message attached. even if he didn’t have much money, he’d always pay for your food whenever he took you out, frowning if you ever declined.

criminal!sukuna who knew he had to tell you the truth about him before making you his girlfriend. not the half assed answer everyone already knows, but the real truth about his background and his life growing up.

criminal!sukuna who laid everything out to you, the night he could hopefully make you his girlfriend. he explained his childhood growing up, the horrible treatment he had to endure, to then how he got into the lifestyle he’s in. you knew he was doing shady shit on the side, but you never really realised just how deep in it he was.

criminal!sukuna who kinda expected you to tell him that you didn’t want to be involved in that, which he would’ve understood to be honest. but, he was met with your glossy eyes and a reassuring touch on his hand when you told him that you didn’t care, that you cared only about him and how sorry you were he had to go through that.

criminal!sukuna who felt his throat tighten when he heard those words. words he’s never heard before, words he didn’t know how desperately he wanted to hear.

criminal!sukuna who made you his girlfriend that night, kissing you with pure desperation and need. he needed you more than just emotional in that moment, he needed to feel you.

criminal!sukuna who was beyond shocked when you tell him your a virgin, but can’t help but feel his cock harden at the fact that he would be your first. he would be the first guy to show you how sex feels, the guy to take your innocence.

criminal!sukuna who was so gentle, slowly stretching you out with his tip after sliding it through your glossy folds and teasing your clit. he didn’t want to hurt you, making sure you pay attention to every part of you body, rolling your buds between his fingers as he whispered sweet praises and distracting you from the pop! you felt when he finally slid himself in

criminal!sukuna who felt like he could’ve came right then and there, feeling your virgin pussy squeeze him so intensely.

“relax f’me, yeah? you’re squeezing the fuck outta me. i don’t wanna cum yet.”, he says either a breathy laugh, placing gentle kisses down your neck

criminal!sukuna who made sure to watch what touches made your back arch, what pace had you babbling out pretty moans as you claw down his back. he wanted to know exactly what you liked, exactly what got you going. he wanted to make this night the most special for you.

criminal!sukuna who made you cum at least three times, only stopping when he saw your overstimulated figure and your tears of pleasure, kissing them away as he came on your stomach and whispered how good you were for him, he special he felt that he was your first.

criminal!sukuna who was truly yours after that. you had him wrapped around your little finger like a dog with a leash. he was so aware of it, too. but, he didn’t care. he knew he had grown too attached to you by now.

criminal!sukuna who underestimated how much your different lives would clash, finding himself always making you worry when he came to your bedroom window with cuts and bruises, stinking of weed. or when he found himself in a heated argument with your dad after he found out about your relationship.

criminal!sukuna who despite how much you loved him, was causing too many problems in your life, finding yourself questioning if it was a good idea that you had even gotten together in the first place.

criminal!sukuna who knows this, knows how much of a bother he can be to you. and unfortunately, when you came to him with tears in your eyes and a pitiful look on your face, knew exactly the words that were about to come out of your mouth.

“kuna.. i love you- so, so much. but, i just- i don’t think i can do this, anymore. i can’t be with you, anymore.”

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[clamped-jaws]

a/n: 18+ content below (kinda smut but not really but something that’s in between??) also i did not proof read at all sorry lol. 🫀🦂🪽

frank feels bad for keeping you holed up in a motel.

where sleeping on the mattress bare bones is better than the blankets “housekeeping” claimed to have had just finished up. where you have to beat against the ac just to get a semi-feeling of relief that came in the form of outside exhibition. but he keeps you there for your own good, half expects you to sleep the day away like a well-worn cat or swim in the shitty community pool that’s all full of half-baked residents and smashed-up beer cans.

you like the road more, you’ve decided that now. because there at least frank doesn’t have the excuse of going somewhere and being able to leave you behind like a man does their family dog on a trip to the grocery store. the life wasn’t easy. but it was yours. and in that, the extension of frank it meant that this life was safe. but when he comes back, he makes it all worth it.

you’re there, flicking cards into a hat across the mislabeled king-sized sanctuary because as it is you were done with the pool for the day. even after your shower, hair sticking to your back as beads of water trickle down your forehead. every swipe of your hand has amalgamated into you peeling your tank off as some sort of a reprieve. and he comes in thinking you’ll smile at him, but you don’t. you’re angry. this is the first time in four days you’ve seen him…you were worried, but now you just wanna fucking kill him.

and he hates making you feel that way.

that you need to care about him, make him feel like he’s actually needed besides what he’s already given. so he tries to do what frank does best when you’re like this. he throws off his boots, and kisses up your legs making you warmer than you already are. the sound of his body coming up against the bed as it dips and springs back up with a harshness you know all too well. “m’sorry sweetheart.” he mutters it into your skin like you’ll believe it this time like you always do. but you’re still playing your monotonous game of cards, trying to fight the battle inside your mind of wanting to have frank completely jump your bones and make you forget all that you’d been feeling.

you chew the inside of your lip instead of responding because you know if you do…you’ll break. cradle him in your arms and let him caress you till you're in his chest talking about all you’ve been feeling and wanting. of course though, you don’t wanna do that, don’t think he deserves it after he’s left you all alone after promising not to do that, you’re tied to what he is now, with whatever the hell he was a part of before. he said so.

you don’t know why you expected it to be true, that frank castle was anything but a liar. protection be damned, he knew what he was doing, how he made you feel. and you squirm when you realize he’s pulling your panties to the side, a harsh hiss comes from him and he’s looking up at you now. “can’t believe i left her all alone, you’ll forgive me won’t you?” and the thick motel room air hits your core and you let out a soft ghost of a groan before masking it with a cough. if frank hadn’t known better and wasn’t acutely aware of your body he wouldn’t have even noticed it. but you can’t let him win, can’t let him get away with the secrets and the missing days and you being stuck in this goddamn motel.

so you stay silent.

and he smacks his lips before coming up closer to you, peppering kisses on your core speaking up. “gotta make my girl feel better hm?” you sigh, your own body betraying you. “that what you want?”

he’s got you, he always manages to.

“fuck off frank.” you curse feeling that pit in your stomach, dropping more and more. like some sick rollercoaster ride, trapped in the seat waiting for the next loop, stomach going flat then full then flat again.

it’s this cat-and-mouse game, and you always end up in that damn trap, waiting to be eaten right up.

“at least i got you talkin’,” he mutters to himself with a smirk. he knows he’s gotta work for it, he’ll be there between your legs all night to make it better if he has to. there was no question about that.

[sleepyjackets]

let's get you that milkshake🥤

summary: rafe and you hate eachother but one late night in your dads diner something shifts (or so you thought)

pairings: season 1 rafe cameron x reader

warnings/tags: enemies to lovers, public sex, swearing, fem!reader, edging (kinda???)

you and rafe loathe each other to no end. ever since that prick and all his kook friends trashed your dads restaurant you couldn't keep the idea of socking a punch into his pretty face outta your mind. you assumed this beef of yours was one sided but apparently not. everytime you and rafe are anywhere near eachother you catch him staring. rather those are hateful stares or something more you can't quite tell.

you're cleaning up around the golf corses him and his squad of pricks frequent when you hear something all too familiar.

"come clean up this shit pogue!" one of his friends yells across the field with not an ounce of shame in his voice. you look down to find a milkshake spilled all over grass and sidewalk with a sticky golf ball meeting it's halt in the mess

typically, you’d ignore this kinda thing but you've grown all too irritated lately for other reasons so you make your way over. but your pursuit is stopped when you hear

"come on are you guys 8 clean up your goddamn mess." rafe says lifting his hand over his eyes to shield his face from the suns harsh rays.

"when you do stupid shit like this it makes me look bad" he puts his hand on his friends shoulder and laughs.

rafe must've saw you staring in disbelief because he scoffs "you want a picture or something little miss pogue?"

little miss pogue

you hated that name almost as much as you hated rafe. him and his friends made that name for you after your dad started hanging up your old pagent photos in his restaurant.

"in your goddamn dreams prick" you bite back starting to walk away.

"more like nightmares."

you hear it. you say not one word.

about a week later you're closing up the restaurant when rafe walks in alone and spots you. his eyes stay on you for longer than necessary before he walks up to the counter.

"can i just have a milkshake?" rafe asks very obviously trying not to look at you.

small detail. that day you were wearing a low cut shirt and you purposely left your hair up too just for emphasis. you didn't really love attention but it felt good to look good. you also sure as hell didn't expect to have rafe cameron tripping over himself at the sight of your cleavage. god did it feel intoxicating.

"we're actually closed i just didn't lock the door. what are you doing on this side of town anyways don't you have a maid who could just make you a milkshake?" you add in a little lip bite in between your sentences and lean forward a little. it's not like you really knew how to flirt but you know you were doing something and it was working on him. again it was so intoxicating watching the guy who's been terrorizing you for months finally stutter over his words at the sight of you. you had power and god were you into this way more than you should be.

"so you can't even do your goddamn job" he snaps back but it's obvious he was just compensating for the fact that he knew you knew he was tripping over himself

"instead of being an ass why don't you come to the back i can get you something else." again absolutely intoxicating.

"in your fucking dreams little miss pogue." he stuttered

a smirk crosses across your face and you lean forward a little. "oh really?"

"yeah really." he says crossing his arms.

you grab a cup from the side of your counter and mutter.

"let's get you that milkshake then?"

when he meets you in the back you quickly grab his perfectly ironed shirt collar and pull him in for a sloppy kiss. his hands grip onto your waist like a goddamn lifeline and you let out a small moan into his mouth. rafe sits you up on the counter and keep kissing you while one of his hands roams up to cup your tit.

"bathroom." he says in between kissing your lips.

as you move to pull away rafe grips onto you harder and you're able to wrap your legs around his hips.

you barely make it to that bathroom before you're both clawing at the tight fabrics restricting you from skin on skin contact.

when you're both stripped down rafe props your beautiful body up on the wall and starts trusting. which each movement a moan creeps out of your mouth and you instinctively quiet down a little.

"your noises are so goddamn pretty" he says in between latching his lips onto your neck and upper chest. his fingers gently curl around your nipple and you let out another moan. "yeah tell me when you're cumming baby"

you start to feel a warm rise in your stomach and yell out

"fuck rafe i'm coming!"

then he stops.

it takes you a bit to even register what this asshole just did but once you fully open your eyes and look around you come to a realization. you look up to see rafe gently setting you on your feet and smiling like that was nothing. rafe starts walking out once his clothes are back on but stops. you think you're getting an apology maybe even a second round but your fantasy is broken when he says all smug

"i still want that milkshake little miss pogue"

[nuctua-larc]

Hello I have doth returned from mine slumber with a new hyperfixation. Expect more of these I've been in a daze crafting them all.

More Notes:

First off some minor stuff, with their ult animations. For CXS as I mentioned in the little blurb by the camera itd be the little transformation of the camera into a cannon, then just shooting that in someone's face. For LG I'm sticking with the biblically accurate theme and it being like a closeup of a bunch of extra eyes opening and then zooming out to him with his hand out like "Do Not Fear My Child" ahhh pose.

As far as the two of them both separately and together!!!

Cxs: He's spent almost his entire life underground. Separated from anyone like him and worse yet, the only long life species there. It hasn't fully struck him yet since he's still kinda young(barely young adult) but he's already watched how fast everyone around him ages and it fucks with him. To combat this he plays helper! Gotta use what hes got for the greater good!! And to uh. fill the Void(tm). He doesn't remember anything about his past lives and has no means to look into it, at least until he comes across a certain memokeeper.

Lg: His backstory would be a bit of a mystery, but since this isnt actually something I'm writing out...he already knows CXS. He acts as though he'll help on his endeavor as a memokeeper, not because he has any personal stake. He tries to just kinda stick by the book and focus on his job whilst the traveller is fucking around nearby and keeping everyone distracted, but CXS keeps hunting him down for some reason.

And for both! LG is so unbelievably down bad for CXS. At first its simply because he kind of looks like the previous incarnation, though he doesn't believe its ACTUALLY him(bro. imagine like...faceless flashbacks that make the past lover look gender ambiguous. the PLOT TWIST it would be). Once he does realize he refuses to share his jade pendant and 'force' CXS to remember him, or to remember his feelings. He feels like it would be wrong, thoughe doesn't realize CXS has already fallen for him all over again.

[sunnylovesgirlythings]

I’ve seen those stupid g2 budget cheerleading dolls way too many times in my life so you know what? Fuck it I’m rating them. Out of five. Worst to best.

At fifth: Draculaura 2/5

The one you always see, the horror, the myth, the infamous. And I get it. Definitely the weakest of the group.

If you’re doing a molded on top it’s kinda important to… see the molded details? Which thanks to the super glossy black I’m struggling to.

Also the skirt is ever so slightly a different shade of pink to the shoes and skullette on her chest and that’s bothering me.

And the skirt top hem being blue. Because of course. Can’t have g2 Draculaura without the ugliest shade of blue possible somewhere on the design. Stop trying to make blue on Draculaura a thing. It’s never gonna be a thing.

Hair is completely unstyled which i expect on dolls this cheap but I appreciate them blending in a little pink. Thought they’d just make it completely black.

That and the molded on shoe design being kinda cute pull it up from being a straight up one to me.

Those do be shoes I wouldn’t mind her wearing forever. Which she will. Cause they’re molded on.

At forth: frankie 2.5/5

This would genuinely be higher if it wasn’t for the shade of pink they used for the molded on top.

Because their face is genuinely quite cute as g2 faces go. Think it’s the blush and lip colour pulling a lot weight but still. Praise shall be applied where applicable.

But that pink top… it’s so garish. Especially contrasting the blue. It becomes hard to look at. Pink isn’t even g2 Frankies mandatory extra colour! That’s yellow!

Which as much as I dislike it? Might have genuinely been the better option here (core g2 Frankies bag for colour reference. Make the top itself the blue and make the top’s emblem and the skirt yellow. It’d re contextualise the jagged skirt as a lightning themed skirt with no added budget change.)

The shoe mold is nothing to write home about. They tried to do a lightning shape to the heel but since it’s unpainted it doesn’t read clearly. But it’s nothing awful or offensive.

Same issues as Draculaura honestly. But put slightly above due to an admittedly pretty face.

At third: cleo 3/5

The one I always forget is in this line. Which makes sense as she’s the most… inoffensive?

She’s where they actually started to try doing something interesting with the molded on tops though. With it only having one strap and having a mummy wrappings texture to it.

Which gives her a unique vibe to the others I guess?

She’s in the middle for a reason I don’t have much to say.

G2 cleo almost always is the most average of a line to me. Her aesthetic was probably the most neutered in g2 but it’s also an aesthetic that’s easy to simplify so it never usually looks bad.

At second: lagoona 4/5

Lagoona is one of the main ghouls I’ve always said looks the best in g2. Her aesthetics actually work quite well when softened as you begin to fall into pastels.

She probably has the best molded top design for me. Lagoona looks good with a halterneck (fashion tumblr forgive me if that’s the wrong term. I tried googling it and every guide gave a different name that was just the most common one.) and the bubbles/ scales pattern is cute!

Her hair actually has a light curl to it which puts her above the others hair wise and her molded on shoes detail reads clearly!

It would genuinely be my favourite if I didn’t have an admittedly very biased first pick.

At number one!: clawdeen 5/5

I’m sorry I know on technical merit lagoona is better.

But I have such a weak spot for clawdeen in green. I really do.

It’s always been my favourite colour to see on clawdeen and they don’t put her in it nearly enough.

But g2 actually made it her mandatory extra colour! So a lot of g2 clawdeens have green and this one does too!

I also do really like the mold of the top itself. I like the way it’s cut up into sections with the animal print cleanly placed into each one. None of her colours clash which is a relief.

It’s a biased pick for sure. But it’s also my list.

How would you rate the dolls in arguably the most infamous line in monster high?

Any other g2 lines you wanna see me analyse?

G2 gets dunked on a lot so I find it interesting to look it’s design work with an unbiased eye!

[ilikekidsshows]

Memory-wiped Alya at the end of Revelator: "the burden must to be too much for her" (more or less, don't have the episode in front of me) reminds me too much of the 'this is too much for her she's only 14' and 'it's not her responsibility to tell him' rhetoric across parts of the fandom.

Yes, tell me more about her self-inflicted burden of carrying a secret she herself chose to keep (and kept others from sharing) and how we shouldn't want her to be "punished" (fam I know this might be hard to understand, but it's not *about her*). Maybe it's "too much" because what she's doing is *wrong* so she should be feeling immensely guilty, actually???

Believe me, I'm not unsympathetic to how miserable guilt can feel, so that sucks for her, but dear god please stop coddling her by absolving her of all consequences because she "feels bad" or was "well-intentioned." She's still the instigator of said consequences and is thus responsible for them.

Loved Alya's anger in this ep, but am disappointed that she was memory wiped into only caring about Marinette's immense "burden" (when a non-wiped Alya point blank said she wasn't keeping that secret, assumably at least in part for Adrien's sake). Don't know if I trust the writers ever let Alya move beyond 'Marinette is upsette' ever again, but we'll see, I guess.

---

I’ve been seeing an increasing number of people who, while not actively criticizing Marinette, are also becoming tired of how the show expects them to constantly sympathize with her over characters who have it just as bad or worse than her. Even the critical side can acknowledge that Marinette is going through some hard things, but we’re just done with constantly being expected to direct all of our compassion towards her in every single situation, especially in situations that aren’t as bad as Marinette is making them out to be, or wouldn’t be so bad if Marinette stopped making things worse for herself with her constant carelessness and deceit.

It’s kinda like The Boy That Cried Wolf, if you constantly claim a problem that doesn’t exist, people won’t believe you when you actually need help with that problem. Similarly, the writers constantly demand we coddle Marinette over the pettiest concerns, so, when it comes time for the actually big stuff, we’re numb to it. Marinette is upsette, must be Tuesday, or Wednesday, or any other day of the week, really.

And, I have no doubt that Alya was only allowed to stay mad at Marinette because they intended to undo it by the end of the episode. This way it won’t have any real consequences to Marinette, but will just serve as an easy way to milk sympathy because oh, look, Marinette is upsette because Alya is done with her bullshitte, isn’t it so tragic that Marinette is now scared her loved ones will hate her (read: be justifiably miffed at her) for her continuous lies, deceit and cowardice? Gosh, Marinette's life is just so hard due to no fault of her own! She's the real victim here!

Pre-mindwipe Alya was too good to last. The writers of this show hate giving the audience actually good things, instead of cheap bargain-bin ideas they try to insist are fun and creative.

[atsadi-shenanigans]

FSBE 22 - Mic Drop

You meet somebody's pawpaw.

On AO3.

Guards watch from every possible corner. You let the others handle the ones who comes down the stairs to y'all (good god, they got fucking brainworms, how the fuck are there so many). You do your best to stay small and quiet in your own head as y’all head inside. Cold. Condensed.

The lord knows your heart of hearts better than anyone or anything. He who created you knows every inch of you, down to the last atom of sinful thoughts, which are the same as a sinful deed—

Astarion bumps hips with you. Nods over to a big, hairy sonuvabitch who shouts at a bunch of people stationed at what has to be a makeshift, indoor archery range.

“Tsk,” he says. “If that’s the quality of the average Absolutist, I suddenly feel much better about our chances, darling.”

A lot of arrows stick outta the wall around the targets. One guy whimpers as somebody in robes and a tall hat works an arrow outta his shoulder.

“Huh,” you say.

Even you can tell they’re practicing some real bad range safety—two goblins dart and weave among the targets, swiping arrows off their marks and cackling about it.

Until one takes an arrow to the thigh and starts to holler.

Holy shit.

More tall hats—priests?—greet y’all further in. Say y’all need to talk to somebody named Swell. The fuck kinda name is that?

But there’s more stairs leading up to some thickass double doors, already open. And as y’all climb even higher, the shouting drifts out.

There’s a high pitch to it all. You know that. Have felt it. It sours your gut and lifts the hairs all over your body.

Ill-fitting shoes from a box pulled outta the deep, dark corners of your memory. You slip them on. Let the cold wash over you. Fill your innards, your lungs, like that breathing goo from that old ass ocean movie with the water-faced aliens.

You are a child of the lord. Chosen. Special. Pure.

There’s a pack of goblins cowering—ain’t no other word for it—in the middle of what looks like it used to be a church, but now doubles as a throne room (golden seat for the lord to watch over you and guide the hand of his faithful as you press your face to the floor, knees aching on concrete).

Child of the lord. A disciple. Selected by his hand to join his true believers.

There's more guards, and more pointy hats in here. Up on the lifted dais at the end, seated on what is definitely a throne, is a figure covered in armor. All except his head.

You seen a lot of fantasy movies. Would expect a Sauron helmet or Tim Curry and his giant devil horns. Maybe even some old ass racist Jafar goatee and a hooked nose for extra anti-semitism.

But evil ain’t never like that. Evil is somebody’s pointy-eared pawpaw staring down over the whole scene and looking…tired.

He’s just some guy. Some old guy with a beard and prominent eye bags.

The person next to him, though, has the look. Seven feet tall, wide in the shoulders. Green skin, jutting jaw, and fucking boar tusks lifting from her bottom lip.

“That’s a half-orc,” Astarion leans in to whisper. “You can tell she’s only half because she’s not ten feet tall or reeking of cow shit.”

There's a lot in that statement, but you glance at him and mouth, “Cow shit?”

“Oh yes. They mix it with clay and water and slather it over their skin. They’re surprisingly sensitive to sunlight, I’ve heard.”

That…huh. That’s actually pretty smart if that’s the resources they’re working with.

“Y’all ever think of that?” you say. “Vampires?”

The look on his face makes you bite your tongue so you don’t make an unfortunate noise and draw everybody’s attention.

“—did as we was told, General!” one of the goblins says to the pawpaw. That must be Mr. Unkillable, then. Your brain latches onto that, so it can shy away from literally everything else. “We followed every order!”

The goblin looks familiar. The emo haircut, the face paint. That’s the shit who tied that poor gnome to the windmill.

The half-orc sneers. “The facts suggest otherwise. You were to retrieve the artifact. You failed.”

There's something fucking wrong with her. Not just that she’s in this room with all this fucked up shit. More than the twinge your brainworm gives when you look at her. There’s something in the air around her, like the memory of a bad smell. Something cold and sharp and mean.

“Us?” Short Shit says. “No, no, that was Minthara. She got the orders, she—”

“Enough! You failed your mission. And you failed to protect your True Soul. You do not deserve to live.”

“We did as we was told! We’re loyal to the Absolute! All the clans gave up everything for Her—”

“Silence.”

An invisible wave swats your head like a tree trunk in a tornado. Plows into you and staggers you. The brainworm twists and writhes. If you had a microphone in your skull, you’re sure you’d hear it screaming.

Kneel.

A command. Word from the lord to obey, to bow to the will because he loves you, he cares for you, wants to save your wretched soul and sometimes that means teaching you a necessary lesson—

You lock your knees. Give your head a shake because by god your legs will not give out. Not one more minute kneeling on bare concrete. Not one time more.

The wave passes. The goblins cringe away, save for one with a mop of tight, blond coils who looks around baffled.

Your friends shake off the remnants. Astarion’s teeth are bared in a snarl.

When you blink and look forwards again, it’s to meet the gaze of Pawpaw. His eyes…they’re old. Not just tired. There’s something deeper than that, something almost, well, sad. But fixed on you. A flicker of interest in that gaze, which draws the attention of the half-orc, whose brainworm reaches for yours.

Child of the lordAbsolute. Chosen by himHer. Faithful. Obedient.

“You,” Pawpaw says. “True Soul. I hear word of you, that you were near when these creatures demonstrated their capabilities. Is that so?”

Oh fuck, he’s talking to you.

Why in the fuckshit does he sound like he’s from motherfucking Ohio? Is it the pawpaw face?

“I…was, yes,” you say.

Pawpaw eases back on his throne. “What is your judgment? Were they inadequate?”

You feel your group looking at you. Like spiders running up the back of your neck.

Child of the lord. You keep your hands clasped tight before you, because a woman must be demure and dutiful and never seek attention. You can’t think about that, even as you catch yourself falling into old gestures.

You are proper. You are righteous.

The goblins notice y’all for the first time. Short Shit boggles up at you before recognition sparks in him.

“You!” he says. “You was the one—”

“True Soul,” the half-orc, must be Swell, says. That title rolls around in her mouth like she’s savoring a hard candy. Her chin lifts. “Tell the General how the goblins served our cause.”

Your brainworm is fucking line dancing around your frontal cortex. All the other worms around you, and yes one of many one of all yes it seems is tickled pink. At least Not-Sasha has shut the fuck up. No shit this is the seat of the Absolute. Fucking clown.

Swell reaches out, trying to press into you. Spectral fingers brush over your mind—

Like drow claws. Gentle, almost soothing before they dig sharp into your mind and you scream and your body gives out and you piss yourself—

The switching stump outside the church, your dress pulled up and your thighs stinging and throbbing—

No.

Not you on the stump. Not you. Judith fucking Engel after you caught her kissing Daniel Sharpe. The Aunts who led her, head down and sobbing, before the congregation. Flipped up her dress to expose her underwear (only so much later would you realize how fucked up that was to do in so many ways) so she could kneel and drape herself over the stump. Then her searching gaze found you, standing next to Mother.

Mother, who rested her hand on your shoulder (the contact lit up like a star in your head) as she said, “You did the right thing.”

Then Aunt Patty May lifted the switch and it whistled as it came down. The slap and crack as it met the backs of Judith’s legs.

Y’all were less than ten years old.

You did the right thing, Mother said. The shining line in your head knew that the second you saw her.

And there you stood, with Mother as Judith cried out and yelped and screamed. All on your word. Because she was sinful. Filthy. A girl, and so nothing but a whore but for the vigilance of her sisters and brothers and her Aunts. But for you.

These goblins, here in the defiled church turned throne room, tied an innocent man to a windmill for shits and giggles. Laughed about it. Slaughtered druids and tieflings. Pretty sure they was eating something with five toes and no fur in their camp. And they would’a done a lot worse, hurt even more people if y’all hadn’t…well.

“I saw the terror they caused in the Absolute’s name,” you say. “Until they faltered.”

“Y-you fucking pile of worg shite!” Short Shit all but screeches.

But it’s Pawpaw’s soft sigh that cuts through it. His gauntleted fingers drum on the moldering arm of his throne.

“Terror without cause is childish,” he says. “Weak. We’re too close to the end, and the new beginning. I can coddle weakness no longer.”

He looks to Swell. “Deal with them. Quickly.”

“What?” Short Shit says.

But it’s Curly who screams. “You creaky old bag of shite!”

She lunges for the guard next to her. Snatches the axspear clean off him, and that thing is twice as long as she is. Before the guard can do anything about it, she fucking hail mary’s that thing straight at Pawpaw like an Olympian in a goddamn javelin contest.

It hits Pawpaw square in the chest. Skewers him so hard it pins him against the back of the throne as the front legs bounce up.

“Holy shit,” you say.

No wonder the little fucks was so good at killing. Them bitches are strong.

But Jaheira said Pawpaw got shot through the goddamn eye. So you watch. The body sprawled backwards over the throne. Dark blood fanning halfway up the wall behind him like a hellish set of wings. More blood dripping over his armor to plip-plop to the floor.

Astarion, beside you, recoils. You almost ask, because usually he’s a house cat chittering at the hummingbird it wants to kill the shit out of. But—

You don’t…feel it, exactly. Nothing physically changes. But there’s a sense of…tugging. A frayed piano string plucked, the noise so low it’s not even audible; only a vibration through your chest.

Unkillable fucking Pawpaw opens his unkillable fucking eyes. Looks down on Curly, who gawps. Then he reaches up and grabs the handle. Casual as you please, like he’s adjusting the buttons on a retirement home polyester one-piece jumper, the one with the single breast pocket.

Pawpaw gives a meaty tug. The wet squelch and grind sends quivers through your stomach and your mouth floods with pre-vomit spit. But the axspear comes out in a smaller spray of blood. The fucker stands—stands. Looking for all the world like somebody let Pawpaw wander out in his flip flops and found him at the ren faire down the road. Only this one’s got viscera hanging outta his middle like blood-soaked cloth scraps.

He takes two steps off the dais. Stops in front of Curly.

And mic drops the weapon.

“I-I’m sorry, my lord!” Swell babbles. “She’s an unbeliever, outside of my control—”

“Try again,” Pawpaw says softly.

“Please,” Short Shit says. “Please.”

But Pawpaw only leans in, looming over Curly. “I said. Try. Again.”

[3amfanfiction]

idk if you’ll think this is OOC for simon in the darling and doll series but can you write moments where he was actually kinda sweet/loving to doll? the recent chapters made me feel bad for doll, she doesnt get enough love 😔

feel free to ignore if u dont want to write him a bit ooc

Hi nonnie, this is the best I could do without pulling him so far ooc that we would be talking about a different story. Shoutout to gouge for brainstorming help. I couldn't have done it without them

cw: aftermath of rape, lackluster first-aid, icepacks and haircuts. It's assumed that reader has shorter hair in this.

Simon x reader, part of the Doll and Darling series (this is a dark series, hurt/no comfort, so be aware before you dive in)

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You jerked back as something hit the bed.

The packaging crinkled. You stared with uncomprehending eyes, trying to figure out what was just thrown at you.

"I know I was too rough with you last night. So. There's an icepack," the man standing over you grumbled. He was frowning down at you, expression put-out that you needed medical attention at all, no matter how lackluster it was.

Your fingers trembled as you reached for it, pulling it in.

He huffed an exasperated breath as the seconds ticked on and you fiddled with it, trying to hold it gingerly to hinge of your hip to help with the pain only to flinch away when you pressed too hard. "It's just a fucking icepack, how do you not know how to use it?" He pulled it from your hands to press it firmly against your body, ignoring your wheezed gasp of air at the pressure against your tender ligaments.

He'd had you in all sorts of stress positions the night before. Pushing and pulling you this way and that. When the morning light had come, you'd barely been able to walk, having to content yourself to wallowing in bed in pain.

You were surprised at his gesture. This wasn't the first time he'd hurt you but it was the first time he'd done something about it. You were hesitant to look a gift horse in the mouth but at the same time you were wary of this kindness. Surely he would expect recompense. Something further he would take from you that you weren't even aware you still held.

Still.

"Thank you."

It was best to stay on his good side while he had one.

You sat there awkwardly as the pain in your hip slowly cooled. It had dulled to a low throb when Simon shifted, bending down to tug you up and over his shoulder.

Well, that was short lived, you thought bitterly as you hung upside down, staring at his back. You wondered what new horrors he had in mind now that he had adequately 'repaired' you.

He sat you down on the bathroom counter, the hard surface cold against your bare thighs. Watching as he bent over to rummage through the drawer, you wondered at your life. You never expected to end up here—held against your will by a man you now knew far too thoroughly. Life was supposed to work out. It was supposed to be this great adventure that you were on, something exciting and full of hope. Not exhausting and full of pain.

You flinched when he stood up. You couldn't help it. A minute twitch that he was sure to have seen. Because he saw everything. There was no hiding from him. And it was constant. An ever-watchful eye over your shoulder that never blinked, never slept, always seeing.

You were the watcher this time as he straightened and stepped closer to you, spreading your knees (slower when he saw your wince at your hip being moved) and stepping in between them. Your spine went rigid when you saw the pair of scissors in his hand.

"W-wait, what are you doing?"

"Hold still," he grumbled, grabbing your chin to keep you from jerking away. "Unless you want these scissors to end up in your eye, you won't move."

Your muscles locked up, spine rigid as you froze at the threat.

"That's a good pet."

Your eyes clenched shut involuntarily as the scissors got closer to your face, leaving you to twitch in surprise at the snip near your ear. You felt strands of hair fall, brushing your bare shoulder on the way down. You sat as still as you could, cradling him in the V of your legs as he looked down on you with a slight frown of concentration. Your eyes cracked open to take a peek at him.

"Why are you doing this?" you whispered through strangled vocal cords.

"Noticed you kept messing with it. Know you don't like your hair this long."

That's right. You'd almost forgotten the time he'd spent stalking you before he kidnapped you. The hours he'd spent outside your house or following you on your errands. He would've seen everything you did. Cataloged everything about you. Including personal appearance preferences.

It was almost sweet in a way. Not really but you could delude yourself into thinking that way. You could pretend that it was care and devotion that had him helping you with your leg and your hair. A concern for you welfare and emotional state. A desire to keep you happy.

You knew it wasn't true but it was fun to pretend. To sit still and let him cut your hair in this musty bathroom, strands falling all over the counter and floor. Shedding more of your DNA around this hellhole to be found if the police ever bothered to look. If they were ever pointed in Simon's direction.

His grip on your chin gentled as he turned your head this way and that. Tilting it as he checked his work.

You sat still, careful to only move in the way he wanted. Eager for this to be over but also thankful for the small kindness he was showing. It was still a relief when it was finally over. You took deep breaths for the first time in ages, filling your lungs and shifting.

Simon took a step back to look at you, "Good as new."

He picked you back up and moved you to the couch, throwing you down onto the cushions with a slight bounce. You winced and readjusted the icepack that was slowly warming against your leg.

Simon sat beside you, pulled you into his lap and turned on a footie match, reaching out to twist a pinch of hair back and forth between two fingers. If he would've been anyone else you would have snapped at him about putting knots in your hair. But it wasn't someone else so you stayed silent, letting him fiddle to his hearts content.

You found yourself slowly relaxing back into his heat, the warmth soothing on a fundamental level. But it was the steady rise and fall of his chest that finally lulled you to sleep, hopeful that this strange mood would continue. This softer Simon that you hadn't seen before. You hoped he stuck around.

[luvvictoria]

Jokes on You, Doll

+ pairings. joker x f1reader

+ tags. hero reader, begginer hero reader actually, kinda comedy but not really ? bro idk what I am doing, I am new to this fandom fml

+ a/n. This was so fun to write, lmao. Let me know if you want more, because I can absolutely continue this chaotic mess. Joker being down bad for a hero? Absolutely hilarious. Thank you for reading my shit! Also, before you start reading, just so you know, I just started the dc comics so it might not be lore accurate :((

+ summary. You’re the newest hero in the Justice League, young, ambitious, and—let’s be real—blessed in the chest department. On your first real mission, you and the League confront the Joker. But instead of chaos and violence, you get something… way weirder. Joker sees you and immediately forgets about his grand scheme. He’s obsessed. And no one—not even you—knows what the hell is going on.

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The air was thick with tension. The Justice League had cornered the Joker in an abandoned warehouse—classic villain territory. You were standing between Batman and Wonder Woman, heart pounding, gripping the hilt of your weapon. This was your first big mission since joining the League, and damn, did you want to make an impression.

Joker, however, was lounging like he had all the time in the world. "Batsy, Batsy, Batsy," he drawled, swirling an imaginary glass of wine. "You always bring your little friends to our special moments. It's rude, you know? We never get alone time—"

Then his eyes landed on you.

He stopped mid-sentence. Stared. Blinked once. Then twice.

And suddenly, his manic grin stretched even wider.

"Well, hello there."

The shift in his tone sent a chill down your spine. Everyone else noticed it, too—Superman narrowed his eyes, Flash tilted his head, and Batman let out a subtle, almost weary sigh.

Joker, however, had completely tuned out the rest of the League. He took a step closer, head tilting as he scanned you up and down, lingering for just a second too long. His gloved hands clapped together with a sharp pop!

"Now, this is a surprise! A little hero I haven't met before?" His voice dropped to a purr. "And what a vision you are."

You blinked. "Uh… what?"

Even you were confused. You expected threats, laughter, maybe a monologue about chaos—not this.

"Oh, this is delicious," Joker went on, practically vibrating with excitement. "A new player in town, and nobody thought to introduce us? I'm offended." He placed a hand over his heart, mock-pouting.

The League collectively tensed as he took another step forward. Batman was about to intervene, but Joker only had eyes for you.

"Tell me, sweetheart," he mused, voice dripping with amusement. "Do you always look this good, or is this just a special occasion?"

Your brain short-circuited.

Wonder Woman scoffed. "Seriously?"

Superman looked at Batman. "Is he… flirting?"

Batman pinched the bridge of his nose. "Unfortunately."

Joker ignored all of them, eyes locked onto you like a cat that had just found its favorite toy. "Ohhh, I like you," he hummed. "Very much. And let me tell you, that doesn’t happen often! Do you believe in love at first sight? No? Well, I do now!"

You felt heat creep up your face. This was not how you expected things to go. "Uhh, I'm just here to stop you—"

"Stop me?" Joker interrupted, laughing. "Doll, I’d let you arrest me if it means we get to spend some quality time together!"

Flash let out a wheeze. "What is happening?"

Even the henchmen in the background looked confused, shifting awkwardly.

Joker clapped his hands again, practically buzzing with energy. "Oh, I must know everything about you! What's your name? What's your favorite color? Do you like—hmm, let’s say—spontaneous date nights filled with danger and mayhem? Because I know a place—"

Batman finally stepped in. "Joker."

"Shh, Batsy. I'm talking to the lady."

You felt all eyes on you as Joker grinned, leaning forward ever so slightly. "So… what do you say, sweetheart? Run away with me? Be my queen of crime?" His expression turned almost dreamy. "We’d make such a beautiful disaster together."

You opened your mouth. Then closed it. You had no idea what to say.

"...What the hell is happening right now?" Green Lantern muttered.

Even you weren’t sure. But one thing was clear—Joker had completely abandoned whatever evil scheme he originally had.

Because now?

His only goal was winning you over.

And that? That was possibly more dangerous than anything else.

[sepublic]

I guess I’ll throw my hat into the ring regarding HCs on Darius’ mentor. Let’s subvert expectations a bit like this show likes, esp when his uncle’s gilded appearance hid a horned monster beneath. So what if instead of being a blonde like we expect, the Golden Guard had edgy black hair because let’s be real. Belos sucked at cloning. The whole point of the pre-existing Grimwalker practice and its powerful and even elusive ingredients is to clone someone, but it took dozens of attempts across centuries to finally get a Grimwalker that actually mirrored Caleb and they barely existed before dying. So while we know those prior had blonde hair, of course there would be flukes in-between.

What if beneath the white angelic robes we had an edgy bad boy, with a touch of leather biker aesthetic. A rebellious devil with (not literal) horns. He does a good job of hiding it and most haven’t even seen his face. But in the end, he’s got second thoughts he’s become quite comfortable with, and he cautiously tests the waters with Darius. Make him the Eda to Darius’ Luz, plus with Eberwolf as King…!

And because he looks less like Caleb than Hunter does, then he’s probably off but if you glance sideways and squint then you could imagine him as a Caleb but with black hair; A black sheep, if you will. Tbh let’s just make him look like Greed from Fullmetal Alchemist;

(And he’s the Golden Guard because he covers himself in a golden armor hahahaha. Btw the use of 2003 specifically was deliberate because if ykyk.)

And/or what if the Golden Guard was trans. Let’s bring back the Transfem Hunter speculation with this one. Darius meets this nice lady and later meets the Golden Guard who’s oddly receptive to him. Their voices are kinda similar? But not quite. And then eventually comes the reveal that the Golden Guard is exploiting the fact that nobody knows “his” face to explore a brief civilian life out in Bonesborough where she can explore her true self, before heading back to the castle and presenting as a man. We have a few more interactions with the nice lady seeming to know things before coming out.

To maintain continuity, Darius of course keeps the secret because these are NOT safe circumstances to reveal that. In fact, decades later when Darius calls out Hunter, they still aren’t; He has no choice but to misgender his own Eda, because the official story, and the one only Belos and thus Hunter know, is that the Golden Guard was a cis male.

If Darius were to refer to her as anything but, it would just raise questions and he’d have to explain that whole backstory, which is too intertwined with the rebellious truth to expose and thus implicate himself. So he recalls his mentor fondly to Hunter, but is also cringing internally with each use of He/Him. When it’s all said and done, only then can Darius begin to correct history. But in regards to canon, Darius only ever speaks of his mentor when he’s presenting himself as a loyalist to another loyalist.

Anyhow, my final tragic headcanon because we know this is a tragic character; The Golden Guard has blood on their hands. They killed innocents for Belos in the crusades that took over the isles and instated the coven system. GG eventually realized the truth years later, and felt genuine remorse; But for one wild witch who had lost it all, it was too little too late.

They killed the Golden Guard in front of poor Darius… Perhaps his mentor even accepted it as reparations, after ensuring Darius would be left alone, and telling Darius to understand what was happening was justice. They could’ve put up a fight only to relent after being beaten, admitting that if they wanted to change their path on behalf of the people they’d hurt, well… This is what one of them said would make up for it, right? Shouldn’t he listen instead of deciding for them, all over again?

Their final words to Darius include an admission; That they were originally going to just run off and be free. But they might’ve remained a selfish person who only looked out for themselves, until Darius taught them the other lesson.

Darius was of course traumatized by the incident; He couldn’t bear to be with the Emperor’s Coven because he better understood the atrocity, because he didn’t want to associate himself with that or be put into such a dangerous position. And mostly because it reminded him too much of his mentor, whom Darius couldn’t understand why they’d accept death, and felt abandoned by the decision. Perhaps on some level, resentful. But Darius couldn’t be a wild witch either; That was too dangerous. He couldn’t bring himself to hate wild witches… But his personal trauma kept him from properly supporting them either. It was too many mixed feelings.

So Darius just kept quiet; He didn’t think about it. He cancelled his position in the Emperor’s Coven, and in doing so created a sudden opening for two sisters to fight over… He ran to the Abominations Coven, and focused himself into his original passion. Darius was so intent on distracting himself he did it too well, eventually rising to the position of coven head, and thus bringing him back to the castle under a title more prestigious and vital than any member of the Emperor’s Coven could imagine; A load-bearing role in the Day of Unity.

After decades, Darius was able to sort out his feelings better, and being brought back was perhaps fate. So when he learned of the Day of Unity, it occurred to him after what he’d ignored that this probably was something dangerous. It was a roundabout path, but eventually he had to return; Better this way. Because while his original plans didn’t quite work, the people he set in motion ended up undoing the Day of Unity and ensuring his mentor’s change of heart and sacrifice was not in vain. After everything, Darius finally accepted what had happened, and understood why his mentor had agreed to it as he forgave them for that.

[skeletonfromthecloset]

added too much milk to my tea. i fear my life may be over 💔💔

[sleepy-edits]

[freakinator]

i feel like perhaps my own sense of morality and personhood gets a lil lost in translation when i do analysis type shit so just some things to keep in mind when reading anything from me

i dont really have an internal sense of morality, simply consequences and principles

this means i dont really care for whats "good", simply for whats logical which can sometimes be confused for/muddled with whats good cause to me whats logical is whatever causes the least problems in the long run

this also means that things like hypocricy, selfishness, deceit, etc are value neutral to me and are only really problems when they actually Cause problems so when i say someone has a trait thats commonly seen as something negative i dont necessarily see it as such

related to the above, i believe most personality traits are value neutral including things commonly seen as "good" and that on their own they dont mean much of anything, their meanings come from how the actual person uses them

its also why i dont really take much note of "negative" values until they pass a certain threshold or if im specifically talking about those traits

i react a lot more than i actually feel cause if i align with what i actually feel then yall are literally getting nothing from me ever lol

im a Lot more paranoid and emotionally & interpersonally disconnected than i let on which definitely colors how i do analysis

this especially applies to psychology things cause things related to it can be a genuine danger for me (both socially and my own psyche) so im a lot more hyperreactive of warning signs regarding that (whether perceived or true)

uhh i dont think it actually Changes what i say but it might change how yall read my posts, unless ig youre someone who already assumed i dont actually care that much lol

[mwagneto]

my lady jane lgbt but specifically trans allegory was so crazy djnfjefjdnm like i'm like 100% sure that's what they were going for w the whole ethian thing. like that whole scene where they talk about how he can possibly stand constantly being challenged like this and him saying that he doesn't care bc people that matter to him know who he is, plus the narrator literally calling non-ethians cis like it's not subtle

and i really love how the whole narrative was like. people are starving and there's constant riots and a few idiots control the entire country but the person trying to seize power isn't addressing any of those issues because her entire campaign is "when i'm the ruler i'll exterminate every trans person". and it works. feels very relevant right now and i really liked the way all that was handled

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Lord of the Empty Isles

sci-fi/fantasy

set on a supposedly utopian planet recovering from a climate crisis, where bonds between people are able to be seen and manipulated (by some people)

follows a young man whose brother was cursed and killed by an infamous outlaw 5 years ago, and he’s finally able to curse him back - but it rebounds, as he’s somehow fatebound to the outlaw

to find a cure and save them both they have to team up, and he quickly finds out that the resources the outlaw is stealing go to the thousands of people neglected on prison planets, and he has to go against what he thought was right to help them

no romance, aroace MC, focus on platonic relationships

arc from netgalley, out june 6