#lou simps

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“Oh, come on, there’s just —” Will blows an errant curl from out of his eyes, cheeks red with exertion, balancing nimbly on his feet to put both hands on his hips. “There’s no way, Nico.”

Nico, not blessed with such balance, has to hold all footholds with all limbs, staring warily at the lava wall’s snake holes.

“What? I’m just not as good as you.”

Will flops his right arm outwards, narrowly avoiding smacking it against the rock. “But you are!”

Nico shifts his wary gaze from the snake holes to Will’s rope harness. Is it tight enough? It better be tight enough. Will is putting a lot of faith in it, right now.

“You scaled those cliffs in — in the place —” he trips, still, over the pit, on the odd time he mentions it, and it always makes Nico wince — “like it was nothing! And whenever Percy visits and challenges you you’re suddenly the lava wall expert!” He turns stern blue eyes to face Nico’s head-on. “Not buying it, di Angelo!”

A gush of lava forces him to resume climbing, but there’s an aggression to his movements — a specific, stiff, curated aggression, that Nico has learned means anxiety in people known as William Andrew Solace. That, and coupled with the rapid muttering which, in between the roar of molten stone, Nico believes is a a repetition of “dumbass” “always tryna act a goddamn fool” and “I’m gonna kill him before he sends me into cardiac arrest again”, interspersed with random swears in English, Latin, Ancient Greek, and also — gods — Klingon.

“Will.”

Will ignores him, scampering the last few feet up the wall and slapping the top before relaying down. Nico sighs, following him (albeit significantly slower).

“Will.”

“You’re hiding something from me.” He practically rips the harness off his body — do not think about that do not think about that do not think about that — and shoves it on the hook so hard it damn near snaps off. The look he levels in Nico’s direction practically turns him to stone, it’s so frigid, and he has to resist a shiver. “I can tell.”

It takes a good amount of pushing to make Will all testy like this. Sure, his buttons are easy to push, but most of that is for show. He likes to be dramatic. (Especially because he knows Nico will indulge him, more than anyone else ever has. He relishes in it, Nico thinks; he likes that Nico will watch his productions. An Apollo kid through and through.) He’s not usually one to show his genuine frustration.

But, hoo, boy, when he is frustrated.

Nico has a bad, bad habit of making it worse.

(As if it’s his fault that Will’s hot when he’s mad.)

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nico says, forcibly lightly. He sticks his hand out defiantly. “Check me, why don’t you? Not hiding anything.”

He really isn’t. No injuries, no illness, hell, he’s not even tired. Had a full three meals and everything. Even his perpetually achey joints aren’t bad today.

All of this, obviously, is communicated when Will touches him, squinting suspiciously at their joined hands.

“You’re heart rate is high,” he mutters petulantly.

Nico looks at him patiently. “That’s ‘cause my smokeshow boyfriend is holding my hand.”

Grumpy as he’s trying to be, his ears redden. A smile twitches at the corner of his mouth.

“Shut up.”

Nico grins, pulling his hand up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the knuckles.

“No.”

“Whatever,” Will says, snatching his hand back. His smile spreads widely across his face, now, and he looks away, as pleased as he is exasperated. “You’re still being a weirdo. I should not be so far ahead of you on the wall, Neeks.”

Success — back to nicknames. Crisis averted.

“Have you considered that you’re the camp-wide record holder for a reason, you spider monkey?”

“Still!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Nico gets up on his tiptoes, pressing a lingering kiss to the bridge of his freckled nose. “Stop worrying about me, Solace. I’m fine. Burn off some steam, I’ll watch.”

Will huffs. “Fine. But I’ll find out, y’hear me? Truth can’t hide from me for long.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He watches as Will suits back up, helping him with his more complicated straps (because Nico was raised to be a gentleman, obviously, why else) and shooing him away when he opens his mouth for more interrogations. He switches to sticking out his tongue, and after a moment of hesitation, bounds back over to his first true love — being a big nerdy jock dork.

Nico settles on the grass several feet away from the wall, pretending to clean his sword. After a few minutes, he hears footsteps, and two people sit next to him on either side.

“So,” says Lou Ellen, ignoring Nico’s suspicious look as she tosses a glowing ball of something around, “how come you’re not climbing?”

Nico shrugs. “Only so many times you can climb before it gets boring.”

On his other side, Cecil makes a loud buzzer sound.

“Nope! Wrong answer. Try again.”

Nico is a dignified grownup who refuses to stoop down to Cecil’s level by responding. Instead, he reaches over and pokes him in his ridiculously sensitive ribs, hard, sending him sprawling with a screech.

“Shut up,” he says mildly, as his friend flails. “I’m trying to be a supportive boyfriend, and I can’t do that with all your whining.”

Will has, in the ten minutes since he started, made it halfway up the wall. He seems to have it programmed to the Super Extra Mega Evil Insane mode that the Athena and Ares kids invented just for him, since he smoked all the other levels. He dodges a shot of lava with a laugh, throwing himself to the side and hanging on with three fingers and one scuffed sneaker poised on the tiniest sliver of rock. His attention is broken when Lou Ellen sticks her face right in Nico’s field of vision, tracing Nico’s eyeline with narrowed eyes.

“Ah,” she nods knowingly. “You’re staring at his ass.”

Nico falters, damn near slicing his own fingers off. “No idea what you’re talking about,” he says blithely. He gestures without looking at his sword. “I’m busy, see?”

She scoffs. “Real busy. That’s why you almost just did emergency surgery on yourself.”

“Exactly.”

Will pushes up a foot, shifting his hips and launching himself upwards. He makes a little shout of victory, plastering himself to the wall to keep balance, every muscle tensed.

From his place on the floor, Cecil makes an appreciative noise. “He does have a nice ass. Can’t blame you for looking.”

Nico frowns. “Hey. Stop objectifying my boyfriend.” He reaches out and smacks a hand over Cecil’s eyes. “That’s my job.”

“You guys are ridiculous.”

Nico reaches over and puts a hand over her eyes, too, ‘cause there’s no missing where they’re pointed.

“Shut up or I’ll literally put shadows into your retinae and blind you forever,” Nico threatens. (Is this a thing he can do? No. Do his friends know this? Also no.)

“You’re a dictator!” Cecil protests.

“Depriving us of basic human rights!” Lou Ellen agrees.

Nico shrugs. He glances back up the the climbing wall, where he has a very perfect view — and a great reason to never even try to climb faster than Will does. He grins.

“Too bad for you guys.”

[3-rats-in-a-doublet]

SPOILERS FOR 7x05 DONT SCROLL WITHOUT UR EYES CLOSED!!!!!

Anyways, inviting a guy to your sister's wedding as a second date/second first date? Is absolutely insane. Evan Buckely is lost on that man.

Salute our fallen solider (Buck 1.0, took his rizz with him) 🫡 and pray to God this date is better pls🙏

[otherperson12]

Masters of the Air: The Angels of Death

Chapter 1: Part One

Disclaimer: Bucky being Bucky and a simp. Buck being tired of Bucky.

Thank you @infernal-hues

Bucky was satisfied with the newcomers. The beautiful ginger caught his eye. She had all his attention. By the words of the other girls, she seemed like a good pilot. That was a plus to her beauty. He had never been with a ginger before.

Buck had heard a little between the COs’ and everything looked fine.

Until supper.

“I can’t believe you both kept it from me!” Curt recriminated to the duo.

The news spread like fire. The only information going around was (and the only one that seemed to matter) about some beautiful singles —that was a regalement— skirts were in the base to stay.

When Curt heard, he knew Bucky (and obviously Buck) knew before anyone, so he went to them demanding some information.

Bucky laughed, “You can’t be mad at me. You love me too much.” He said with dove eyes at Curt and blowing kisses.

Buck laughed at them. “You were going to know sooner or later, Curt.”

That was supposed to be some kind of apology. But he did not want that.

“Why are they here?”, Curt asked.

Good question.

They both looked at Bucky who just winked at them.

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The interrogation was the perfect excuse to get better coffee than the regular G.I Joe one.

Colonel Elizabeth Nixon was the CO of the 1st Female Fighter Pilot Group: The Angels of Death. She was one of the first female pilots in the Air Force and she won her rank from the bottom even when her family could have paid for it. The girls respected her as a their leader.

“Girls, listen up!”, she called from the center of the room, once the interrogation was done. Everyone looked at her. “As you may know, we will get into combat soon,” some cheers, “We are going to be stationed here at East Anglia with the 100th Bomber Group.” she informed. “Our mission is to protect this side of Great Britain island and not let the nazis get into London.” Then she had to drop the bomb. Ironic. “At the same time, we have orders to escort the bombers in every mission as needed.”

WHAT?!

That was the first thing it came out of the boys’ mouth when they got the news.

After lunch, they all reunited in the conference room. Huglin had told them. Bucky was trying to hide his smile. And not look at Buck and Curt or he would really laugh.

“Those orders come from the upper command. It will help us to complete our missions and reduce the number of casualties.” He explained. “You just do what you’ve been training for so we can win the war. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir!”

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Brianna did not want to be a babysitter.

“Just imagine their faces.” Priya suggested with a malicious smile.

Captain Priya Pilanka was from New Delhi, a squad leader like Brianna. She was as respected as hated just for her culture. The both of them bonded over their resentment for the british so they joined the yanks instead of having the UK flag in their uniform.

“This is not how I imagined it.” Brianna commented.

Priya knew what she meant. First, they did not want to wait more to go and fight, she felt anxious. And second…

“Giving you, women, a plane and a weapon don’t make you a soldier. You are just that. A woman who came to help, not to serve your country.” Brianna quoted under her breath.

Priya heard. She remembers those words very well. Their first day in training, almost two years ago.

Priya stiffed a little, “We just have to focus on flying and get the job done.”

They started walking to their new barracks when a voice called.

“Pilanka, Ross.”

Both girls turned and found Lieutenant Colonel Margarita Flores, (‘Mama’ for the girls) from Chile. She was a sweet woman, always taking care of everyone like a mother. She was a little worried about the news.

They salute her.

“How are you both?”, she asked sweetly.

“Anxious to get in the sky, ma’am.” Priya responded for them both.

Lt. Flores looked at Brianna, “I know is not what you expected. But don’t worry about it. You are better than any man. You are Angels, the best of the best.” She reassured them with a sweet smile. “I’m sure we’ll get a mission soon, so I want you both to get settled and go to eat. You are dismissed.” She ordered.

At the barracks, 1st Lt. Louisa ‘Lou’ Breaux had saved them both a bed next to hers. The three of them were a particular trio: the quiet scottish, the spicy indian, and the cute witch.

Lou was another squad leader, from Lafayette, Louisiana. And probably a witch. When she said it was going to rain, the sky seemed to melt. When she asked for a sunny day in the middle of the winter, the sun would appear as if spring had come earlier.

“I got your sheets and your foot lockers.” Lou informed.

“Thank you, Lou.” Brianna gratefully, appreciated. Lou smiled at her.

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Brianna was very excited about the idea of having a weekend pass so she could go to Edinburgh. After eating, she wrote a letter to her uncle, telling him she was back in Europe.

She walked around the camp looking for the post office. She did not want to ask for directions. The walk which supposedly was going to be calm, turned out to be the complete opposite.

“Hey, sweetheart!”

“Carrot! Do the drapes match the carpet?”

That one made her blush in embarrassment , but mostly boil herblood in pure rage. The cat calling continued until…

“Hey!”

The calls stopped. So did she.

“That’s enough!” Some man ordered in pure anger.

It wasn’t a deep voice, but so firm it made her almost stand at attention.

Brianna was able to hear the scold.

She took her chance to run away from the situation. The ginger walked as fast and calm as she could. The last thing she wanted to do was draw more attention to herself.

She heard someone walking right at her 6 o’clock, following her. At her left she found the post office and quickly entered.

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Bucky was walking around looking for troubles (Buck was sleeping and he did not want to third wheel Curt and some nurse), when he found them.

Well, he actually found her.

For Bucky it was the perfect chance to introduce himself to the newcomer. Until he heard the other soldiers.

He stepped in, did his thing and when he turned to her, she was walking away. Odd. So he followed the red head to the post office. And there she was, completely curved in some papers.

“Good afternoon, Major Egan.” The sergeant behind the counter greeted him.

“How are you, Tommy.”

Bucky saw her stand back little by little and face him slowly. She looked at him and his collar and stood more straight than before. She saluted him.

That had an interesting effect on John.

“That’s not necessary ma’am.” Bucky informed quickly.

Brianna put her arm down. She felt trapped. She delivered the letter and she wanted to go, but he was in the way.

Those small blue eyes were watching her intensely. It made her uncomfortable so she looked down to her feet.

John took his sweet time observing her. Her red hair was in a classic updo with her green cap, her straight pointy nose and small mouth. She had changed her flying uniform for her dress uniform.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. For what happened.” Bucky explained himself, pointing to the door.

Brianna opened her mouth and closed it, then she talked. “I am sir, thank you.”

Silence.

“Let me walk you to your quarters. So there’s no more incidents.” He offered.

‘I’ve spent too much time with Buck. I’m losing my charm.’ He thought.

“That’s not necessary, sir.”

“I insist.” He added quickly.

Silence again.

“If you let me, sir, It would not be appropriate.” Brianna explained trying to get him to let her go on her own.

“If someone asks I’ll explain the situation.” He reassured her.

‘How insisting!’, she thought.

John felt over the moon hearing her voice for the first time, small and cautious. He knew that his insistence on accompanying her was part of his desire to be with her. Normally, he would drink, pick a girl and take her to bed and that's it (and with that, he had gotten his own haters club) but she didn't even want to look at him.

“Let me walk you.” He said again.

Brianna knew he was not going to let her go.

“Alright.” She finally said.

In his mind, Bucky was doing a little victory dance. He tried to look normal, but a smile slipped to his face.

He moved from the door and opened it so she could go in first.

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Brianna and John walked the first twenty steps in complete silence. Until he opened his mouth.

“I’m John. John Egan. But everyone calls me ‘Bucky’”, he introduced himself looking at her.

Brianna took her eyes off the road to look at him briefly. She noticed his small blue eyes, which had a little mischief in them.

“Lieutenant Ross, Brianna Ross.”

Five steps more in silence.

“So you are a pilot.” Bucky said.

‘Doesn’t he have an off button?’, she thought a little desperately. She didn’t like being talked to, she didn’t like to talk.

“Yes, sir. I’m a squad leader .” She informed.

“Squad leader! That sounds important.” Bucky said impressed.

Brianna was irritated with the situation because obviously she had to answer to a ranking officer.

“I just do my job, sir.”

Bucky being Bucky, could not tell if she was just quiet and shy or she was getting pissed with him.

“You aren’t American.” He punctuated.

Brianna had spent years of her life trying to sound less Scottish, it looks like it did not work.

“Aye…” She said slowly, looking him in the corner of her eye.

Brianna found him already looking at her, a cocky smile and eyes full of mischief. She blushed as red as her hair, again, for being caught.

Embarrassed and now pissed, she walked faster trying to lose him.

He was having the time of his life, completely enamored by her cute reaction. She was shy, was his conclusion and maybe a little short tempered. John just followed her trying to be at her side again.

“Hey! Wait!”, he called. “I’m sorry!” He apologized. But she kept walking with her head down.

John saw her turn left, and then he saw a bunch of women hanging out of the quarters.

Everyone turned their heads as Brianna nearly ran into the quarters and slammed the door closed.

Then the eyes turned to him.

“Hi.”

He stood there just looking at the door, hands in his hips and a smile on his face. He chuckled.

Bucky started to walk away with intentions to go tell Buck when the door slammed open, a full round of laughter and calling. Brianna ran out hiding her face in her hands, the tips of her ears boiling red.

She was followed by Priya, who was mocking her and Lou, happy as ever, jumping with every step.

“Don’ worry, major. You’ll see her’ again’!”, Lou informed.

He snorted, “I’ll really like that.”

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“I swear to god, John, if you interrupt me one more time I’ll drop you in Berlin myself.” Buck warned him, eyes still in his book.

“That book will mean nothing when I tell you what just happened.”

Gale looks up to his best friend. A few hours prior when Bucky had said something similar, life at East Anglian had changed.

“Bucky”, Gale called at John.

“Yeah?”

“Leave those ladies alone”

Bucky laughed.

“Not any time soon”.

He walked away, but he stopped at the door.

“Brianna.” Bucky said.

Gale looked at him, not understanding.

“The name of my future wife, Brianna.”

‘Maybe Curt or Crank would like to hear about her’.

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Final notes

First of all, I’m not Indian (my heritage is from all over the world) but I wanted to add a little of cultural variety. I once meet an Indian girl and she was like Priya. Strong and spicy.

[gangles-toybox]

Ambiguously aged blonde men...save me ambiguously aged blonde men...

[blusthings]

"Not to be a lesbian". no. Be.

Be a lesbian.

[cloudstarcats]

I think that Shen Yuan came from a good family but he also suffered from a shit body and a shit outlook on life at times-????

Like I feel like the idea that he might have had some chronic illness during his life is true, and the reality that he was weaker and struggled more then his family members did probably made something in him change.

Like he’s well off and his family loves him but sometimes he sits there and wonders if it’s worth it. Like he’s not doing anything- sure he dotes on his little sister and sure he’s loved but what is doing to return that? Living? He knows his family loves him but sometimes he wishes he could do more.

So he pours himself into reviewing things online, he turns his anger at himself out to the world, he hopes that spewing anger and criticism at others will make it better- (it doesn’t)

And maybe that’s why he’s so hateful to himself, why the internalised homophobia is so bad- because does he even deserve to be loved? He was useless his last life, and in this he’s a mess- just a villain meant to die-

Shen Yuan deludes himself into placing himself lower, seeing himself as less then, just as he does to the characters that are now real people. He doesn’t want to see everyone as people, because then he has to accept the fact that this is his new life.

He can’t accept love, even if he tries, he feels guilt that he turns to anger or dismissal, because his family loves him but maybe he doesn’t think they should’ve, and now Binghe loves him, but should he? After all he did?

I think it’s kinda tragic. Shen Yuan is leagues better for the story and much kinder and healthier but he’s not perfectly fine, ya know? He’s still kinda messed up.

And I think we should discuss it more.

[starry-marshmallow]

How I feel when I make a joke that Jihyun and Ray/Saeran laugh at:

[figleythesimp]

This has been bothering me for a while. But Lou is actually such a well-thought-out character I need to rant about him. Honestly, at times, he reminds me of myself, not in the way we act. Nowhere are complete polar opposites. But in the way how he struggles with emotions. With feeling like a person. For me, the whole point of his character is to show how much an environment with no one there for you can impact you. This can be shown with some of the other characters in CoD as well, but I'm biased.

Both in the prince's path and in his consort's path we can see his own struggle. More so in his consort's path than in the prince's path but my point remains the same. What really hits hard for me is the fact that at times throughout the story you can see him express his own genuine emotions. Not as much as a normal person would but it's still there. Yet he doesn't notice this himself half the time. And continuously tells himself he truly is just a husk of a being. He was raised to be a disposable tool just like all the other Vanans in Sekitopia. From what we saw in his consorts path chapter 17, he truly was raised without anyone there for him emotionally and physically. It seems that without someone there he didn't know how to feel. And was either secluded from the rest or an even sadder prospect excluded himself feeling as though he didn't belong. While still just a small child. That doesn't work in favor of anyone's development and all in all, just made things worse. As we see from the Lou we meet at the begging of his consort path and the beginning of the prince's path. What we do know is that he was alone while not being alone. And that's one of the worst feelings you could ever feel, coming from someone who knows it quite well. Eventually, he was given a chance to be free of that awful environment, sure he'd still be a pawn but it would be some semblance of freedom no other Vanan people could get. So of course when he got the chance he became the Headmaster/Governor and a more useful pawn for Iritium.

So of course when the proposed 'descendant' of Vane shows up. He will immediately tell the organization. If I was in his shoes, devoid of most emotions from a cold uprising. But given some freedom to be a loyal dog that could be taken away easily, I'd be a loyal dog too. As his route progress, voltage does a decent job of portraying the inward struggle of actually trying to figure out your own emotions. Especially ones that are prompted that you've never felt or rarely felt until someone in your life begins to show them to you. On purpose or accidentally. Now that I'm re-reading his path after just completing his romantic route and now attempting his mischief route. I feel like I'm appreciating the little details in the way his consort perspectives our written more and more. He's such a sad character to me because as much of an asshole as he is. There's a reason he's like that. He's truly an example of villains that are that way because they were the victim. He isn't heartless and manipulative without a reason, while he doesn't have a purpose for himself or a reason for himself. There's reasoning as to his character. It doesn't at all excuse what he did and if given the chance id strangle him while aggressively shaking him. But at the same time, I just want to hug him and tell him it's all okay now. Just like how MC is portrayed to have wished to be there for him in his childhood in Lou's consort path, I hold the same sentiments. Because if things were different so many things could have changed.

His character arc throughout his own route is well done from feeling devoid to having more and more emotions. While still struggling to give them a name, because that's just how it works. You struggle with trying to grasp your own emotions and name them when you finally start a journey to self-betterment from something like that. It's something I'm still struggling with myself. But not as extreme as he is. Like most otome games it is a bit too fast-paced for what would happen in reality. But it's a dating sim, they have to pack it all in there quickly to provide for the consumers. But it's still well done considering that. They also handled the reincarnated lovers trope fairly well. Since the flashback he has isn't what changes him. No in both the prince's path and his consort's path you see him slowly changing. The flashback is what helps him finally realize. Like when you finally get a reality check after so long. Or when you have a depressive episode for weeks on end and someone finally points out how far you've come. In his consort path, it helped him realize his built-up feelings for the mc, which helped him also realize some of his other feelings. And while he wasn't able to just suddenly understand them all he was able to get a gist of it. And that's one of the biggest steps to improvement you can take. When you start to understand the gist of it but still struggle you truly feel more like a person than just an empty shell. And this helped him realize some of the bare minimum of his own morals of right and wrong. Allowing him to take action to save the Vanans on his own accord and then go to MC. Because of course, that's something you'd realize was wrong immediately after gaining some semblance of morals. Since that's something to such an extreme point.

Lou's character is honestly beautifully written, and I really hope that in his BK 2, we get to see him still struggling. But trying his damned hardest with MC by his side. Near the end of his path, we get to see more and more of the man he can be. Mischievous, honest, thoughtful, and kind to extremes for the people he cares for; (looking at the summer event where he fucking changed the weather to unbearable heat just for MC) As well as him begging completely open about his feelings even if he doesn't quite know what they are or what spurred them on. Just that he knows he feels this to a degree/or wants to do this. I can't help but love this man for who he can become. He's done dreadful things but if I was in MC's place. I would somewhat hate him if it was the prince's path but be willing to give him a chance. He did quite literally kidnap and use MC in the prince's path so there not be me falling ln love. But I'd be willing to not forgive but try and make a better relationship from that point onward. And if it was the consort's path I'd see what he had gone through and help him every step of the way. In this path since he didn't kidnap us and when he finally began to see his own emotions and immediately acted on that. Yeah no he has my heart. I'll be there to support that funky little evil man turned good all the way. He may be a snow white rip off but he'd be my snow white rip off.

All in all, I think Lou is a beautifully written character. There's more I would like to say but it's hard for me to put to words. And it's nice to see someone that is going through a similar struggle as me, in media. One that is actually well done and not just yeah he doesn't feel jack shit. But I have a sad backstory so you should feel bad for me. He's actually well thought out and it's great. I love him and he's so interesting.

Also, someone actually asked me to write something. I didn't think this through oh god. Anon asker I will write your thing after I post something I've been wanting to write for a bit.

[worththewhile28]

the way louis tomlinson is the only man i say nothing about manspreading. no one man should have all that power

[trashlama]

Yeessssss! What an untapped concept!

Suga Mama Big Mama who uses her connections/resources to keep a thumb on her darlin'. Squashing any ideas for independence thanks to the constant pampering. Not having to think for one's self being taken care of. Why would you want to leave when Mama's gotcha ya?

Draxum with his shit about doing the best for you and you not feeling the same way about the new biological development. How ungrateful of you. The sheep Mutant gives you the power of endless possibilities and you freak your shit on him? Not cool. In the beginning you two were in this together. Wonder what changed?

Old man Splinter I could definitely see him go the platonic route. The possibility of him abusing his power as a father to manipulate the turtles to gaslight you and April would be nice to see. You never really see April feature too often in these fics, especially also in the darlin' category, so it really would be an opportunity for her to show off her journalism skills, especially in the beginning when the turtle's are first up to somethin'—

God I could write this now! Anyways—

There's also Splinter as old man platonic yandere would def be all over having another member of the family. Maybe you're dating one of his sons or you're just a poor mutated thing they discovered wandering on the streets. You were just so lost and alone. They were the ones who took you in. Helped you understand your new DNA. It was him who aided you in your endeavor to become stronger. Not feel like a stranger in your own skin. Only to try to leave after a couple months. They were your new family, why would you want to go?

As a young man, Lou Jitsu would definitely go down the romantic yandere route. The dude was a heart throb in the 80s and definitely popular with humans and yokais alike. So to find one yokai/or human who wasn't head over heels in love with him or his movies definitely would spark somethin' in him. At first it was a simple interest. Just playing with you until he got bored. Except he didn't, and it bothered him so he kept forcing himself into your life. He needed to know more about you. He was a star. Who was gonna tell him no?

I definitely know what I'm gonna be writing after this future turtles one-shot series I got goin' on is finished.

Here's some memes! Again not mine just found them on Pinterest and thought they were great.

I am so glad that you are happy to talk about the adults as yanderes because not a lot of people do, and I honestly think that's a missed opportunity.

Draxum would make an interesting on especially if his little darling is a human (it would be so angsty) because in his mind they should be grateful that he has blessed them with his attention, honoured that out of all of humanity their the one he chooses to spare, so who can blame him if he want his human to show him a little gratitude and swear themselves to him.

Big mama locking her darling up in the hotel and spoiling them rotten with all the finest things in life, as long as they behave and do as they are told

But then you also have yandere Splinter who can teach the boys the ancient ways of yandere but having them help to get track of said darling and making sure they can't escape the lair.

It really is a missed opportunity!! We don't get too much of them for various reasons, (even I tend to enter those same pitfalls) but yandere concepts for them are really interesting!

As for yandere splinter, I think he'd be a pretty amusing platonic yandere to have. Depending on your relationship with the turtles, he might go with the 'father in law' route or 'surrogate father forcing you into his family of 4 sons and etc'. Both of which would be pretty chaotic and funny to deal with. In the 2nd route, it might take a more twisted turn especially knowing that April is in the picture, so you can imagine that both you and April have been unknowingly subjected to Splinter's parental yandere schemes. Basically making the both of you victims under his control. And knowing how the boys are so desperate for Splinter's approval, he might just take advantage of this to ensure the both of you stay in the lair.

[persphonesrose00-blog]

Courtship💗 (oneshot)

~Azzi Fudd is in her super senior season at UConn, while her girlfriend Paige Bueckers is in her second year with the Dallas Wings. Navigating their busy lives and long-distance relationship isn’t easy, but between supportive friends, late-night calls, and game day rituals, they make it work.

Azzi Fudd sat in the UConn locker room, still buzzing from the Huskies' gritty win against South Carolina. Her 28-point game had cemented her as the team’s leader, and the entire country was watching as UConn charged toward another Final Four. But as the team celebrated, Azzi was already on her phone, scrolling through messages. There it was: "You were a beast tonight. I’m so proud of you. Call me when you can. Love you💗." Azzi grinned, her thumb hovering over the FaceTime button.

She ducked out of the noisy locker room to find a quieter spot in the hallway. The screen lit up with Paige’s face, her blonde hair tied back and her Dallas Wings hoodie slightly wrinkled from what was probably a grueling practice. Despite the distance and late hour, Paige’s eyes sparkled with the same warmth Azzi fell for years ago. “Hey, superstar,” Paige teased, her smirk familiar and comforting. “Look who’s talking,” Azzi shot back, leaning against the wall. “How’s Dallas treating you?”

“Good. Busy, though. Arike keeps dragging me into TikToks, and Nika is still the loudest person in the room. Same old.” Paige laughed, then tilted her head. “But tell me about tonight. I saw the highlights—you were unstoppable.”Azzi tried to play it cool, shrugging. “Just doing my job.”

“Your job is making the rest of us look bad,” Paige quipped. “Seriously, Azzi, you were amazing. I wish I could’ve been there.”Azzi softened. “Me too. But I’ll see you this weekend when you’re in Connecticut.”

“Can’t wait,” Paige said, her smile turning tender. “Now go celebrate with your team, okay? We’ll talk later.” Two days later, the Dallas Wings flew into Connecticut for their matchup against the Sun. Paige was thrilled to be back on the East Coast, but her excitement had little to do with basketball. “Someone’s extra motivated today,” Nika Mühl teased as they boarded the team bus.

“Leave her alone,” Aaliyah Edwards chimed in, smirking. “You know she’s just trying to impress Azzi.” Paige rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. “You two should talk. You’re just as bad with your FaceTimes after games.” Nika grinned. “Hey, can you blame us? Long-distance love is hard.”

“Exactly,” Paige said.---Game day arrived, and Azzi was courtside, decked out in a custom Wings jersey with “BUECKERS” emblazoned across the back. She sat with her former UConn teammates and best friends, Lou Lopez-Sénéchal and Caroline Ducharme, who had made the trip to cheer on both Azzi and their pro friends. As the Wings warmed up, Paige caught Azzi’s eye across the court. Azzi gave her a subtle wave, and Paige’s grin widened. “Focus, Bueckers,” Nika called from the layup line, smirking.

“I’m focused!” Paige shot back, though the quick glance at Azzi betrayed her. The game was a hard-fought battle, with Paige showing off her playmaking skills alongside Nika and Aaliyah, who were thriving in their rookie seasons. Paige finished with 19 points and 9 assists, and Dallas secured the win in the final minutes. After the buzzer, Paige headed straight toward Azzi, dodging reporters and fans.“You killed it,” Azzi said, beaming up at her. “You’re just saying that because you love me," Paige teased. “Maybe,” Azzi admitted, tugging on the hem of Paige’s jersey. “But I’m also right.”

Later that night, Paige and Azzi sat in Azzi’s apartment, sharing takeout and reliving the game. Paige had traded her Wings jersey for one of Azzi’s UConn hoodies, and Azzi was curled up beside her, scrolling through social media. “Look,” Azzi said, holding up her phone. “Someone made a meme of you looking at me during warmups. ‘Paige Bueckers: professional WNBA player, amateur simp.’” Paige groaned, but her smile betrayed her.

“You’re lucky I don’t mind being your biggest fan.” Azzi leaned her head on Paige’s shoulder. “You’ll always be my favorite, you know.”

“Good,” Paige murmured, pressing a kiss to Azzi’s hair. “Because you’re mine, too.” For now, they were balancing two demanding worlds, but the thought of sharing the court again—this time as WNBA teammates—kept them grounded. Until then, they’d keep showing up for each other, one game, one call, one moment at a time.

(first fanfic, how'd I do?)

[gangles-toybox]

Are you smug cool Lou or excited happy Lou today

[koolaidashley]

Ash. 🙂 Tell me why the first thing I saw when I woke up today was my Tumblr Dashboard consisting of nothing but posts of you simping for Lou Jitsu. 🙂 Ash I am very sleep deprived I woke up way too early and now I have to deal with this. 🙂

(jk actually i get it he's kinda hot)

TIZ OMG 😭😭😭 IM SORRY FOR THE JUMOSCARE DO U WANNA JOIN MY LOU JITSU IS HOT FAN CLUB ?!?!

[rottmntsimp]

I've joined the server, but was wondering is any of my moots wanna do it with me?

[I'm prob not gonna reveal who i am, but this sounds fun!!]

@lemme-be-cringe-damnit @sleepytime-fics @ray-of-midnight-storm @hamthepan @charismakat

Are any slots taken yet?

None yet! But, people are starting to join the server, and soon, if we reach our minimum goal of 20 people, auditions might start, so make sure to join!!

[freddie-77-ao3]

cecil figures out how to loop the cult of dionysus 24/7 on a speaker enchanted so that only he can turn it off.

it lasts four hours.

then will pulls a scalpel on him, and lou shoves him off the lava wall.

then it lasts another 72 hours at an EVEN LOUDER volume.

until ellis says he's getting a headache and politely asks (read: threatens) cecil to turn it off. Cecil (a simp) immediately does and offers to get tylenol.

he'll never know it was a fake headache.

[figleythesimp]

RULES

Welcome to my blog! Howdy. I want to write about COD (Court of Darkness) from now on, so this blog is dedicated to it. At the moment, I will be a beginner writer and will gladly take requests to write for the consorts of COD. Just give me a scenario and I may or may not write it. There are limitations on what I will and will not write. For now, I will only be writing requests about Lou until I'm more comfortable writing the other characters.

I go by He/Him pronouns. And yes my MC will always be gender neutral unless the ask is for a specific gender.

So far I've only read Lou(BK 1). (Look I'm not a veteran player but it makes me happy. I must write about it.) Planning on reading Lance or Lynt next. Just need to get his mischief ending and then I'm going to read other consort paths.

Please comment on my post, whenever I do eventually post. I need validation, or a person to talk to. Or just say haha this writing is "kinda shitty but it's funny lol". I'm very lonely. Maybe this is why I simp for the funky little evil man.

Will Write:

Basically anything that's not in the Will not Write Section.

X Reader (That's what this blog will mainly be. Especially since the game is a literal dating game-)

Character x Character (Depends on what the ship will be. Again only Court of Darkness characters.)

Dark themes (Depends on how dark.)

Angst of all kinds.

Character Death

Morally wrong (Depends.)

Will NOT Write:

Yandere (Slight/mild possessive nature is fine.)

NSFW

Fight scenes. (I can't write combat I'm sorry-)

Extreme gore

Illegal shit (illegal doesn't look like a word anymore help.)

I have the right to deny your requests if I'm uncomfortable with the scenario. I am also only human and if I don't get around to making yours then I'm sorry. But life happens and shit.