#mommy's counterattack

[for-dramas-sake]

Drama Tropes Ranked!

From the major plot points to the minor details, I'm ranking popular drama tropes. 10 being "not again!" and 1 being I look forward to it every time. This is not a knock on any particular dramas; this is just a partial rant and partial having fun.

10. Childhood crush

This trope is so overused I actually expect it now in dramas. It was adorable the first few times, but now it's past its prime.

9. "Accidental" Kiss

Nearly every show has gravity and fate playing together to bring two pairs of lips together. Whoops!

8. Ice-faced CEO

This phrase is more often used in novels, but it can be applied to dramas as well. And I don't just mean CEOs, but also doctors, lawyers, whoever. I'm just tired of men with no emotion as the leading character.

7. Klutzy Girl

She is beauty, she has grace, she will fall flat on her face. This trope is often paired with the Ice-faced CEOs and while it can be cute, I roll my eyes oftentimes.

6. Girl dresses as a guy and gets away with it.

We could just knock down the costuming/makeup department for this one, but I have seen women dress as men in dramas and it looks legit! Nini in "The Rise of Phoenixes" is a prime example. Most often I laugh at this trope rather than hate it.

5. Princess Carry

Oh no! Girl has hurt her foot, bleeding from her head, ripped her dress or stubbed her toe! How to solve this problem? The infamous princess carry!

4. 2 Guys Chase 1 Girl

It's one of the oldest tropes out there and yet still doesn't get old. Who will the girl choose? Watch the drama and find out.

3. A Misunderstanding Tears Love Apart

How to break apart fated lovers? A misunderstanding, cuz the guy can't be too evil towards the girl and the girl can't be too evil towards the guy. It's true love, guys, we have to get them back together eventually.

2. My lover's family killed my family

This trope is not often used, because it's really dark. Sometimes it can be a misunderstanding leading us back to #3, but when it's real...oh boy, we're in for some tears between our main leads. This trope brings real drama and tragedy.

Enemies to Lover

We love to see it. Two people hate each other, then fall madly in love. While it doesn't have to include weapons, they do give more danger to their love. Then there are also the modern enemies: business rivals, boss and underling or the awful neighbors. Whatever the situation. If it's hate to love, I love it.

Are there any on this list that you also have strong feelings towards? Are there any tropes that I missed?

[kentogetsmewetter]

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE GOJO'S

⋆｡°✩Genre: Fluff fluff and more fluff

⋆｡°✩Synopsis: You gojo and your daughter have a snowball fight on Christmas Eve and you open presents Christmas day giving gojo an unexpected surprise.

⋆｡°✩A/N: Not proofread so give me grace and happy holidays!

"Whoa mom, dad, it's snowing! Let's go outside!" Excitement danced in her eyes as the delicate snowflakes gracefully covered the ground. "Hurry, hurry!" She urged, bouncing on her toes, eager to play outside Hurry, hurry!" She urged, bouncing on her toes while you carefully zipped up her coat.

As soon as you opened the door, she eagerly darted outside, her excitement palpable as she leaped joyfully into the piles of snow. Gojo swiftly joined her a "Whoo!" Coming from him as he, too, plunged into a pile of snow right next to her. small smile graced your face as you observed the scene, recognizing a playful resemblance to her dad, and you couldn't help but shake your head in amusement.

Before you could register an ice-cold snowball collided with your face while you reached down to pull your daughter out of the snow. Your mouth hung agape in sheer surprise, whipping away the remaining snow that clung to your face. "Wowww, really, Satoru?" you exclaimed, a mix of shock and amusement in your voice. Nodding determined to get your pay back.

"Oh no, you didn't just hit my mommy," declared your daughter, her protective spirit coming. She turned to face Gojo, ready to exact revenge on your behalf.

"Ready for some fun, loves?" he grinned, mischief evident in his playful tone. " Oh, you're going down, Satoru." You sassed back, getting a snow ball in your hands. " yeaa, you're going down, Satoru." Your daughter copied you, which made Gojo role his eyes. "Daddy sweetie, not Satoru."

"Anyways," She sassed. "Let's take him down, Mom," she whispered, a smirk playing on her lips as she molded a perfect snowball in her gloved hands. You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement

Without warning, the another snowball flew through the air as the snowball moved past the intended target. Gojo had a smug grin, taking cover behind a makeshift snow fort. Your daughter giggled and tossed a snowball back at him, just Barley missing him." Ohh, so close, sweetie." You high-five her turning back to Gojo, throwing a snowball hitting him right in his face.

Hiding behind a sturdy tree, you and your daughter gathered a bunch of snowballs, plotting a counterattack. Meanwhile, Gojo, undeterred, continued his assault, pelting both of you with flurries of snow. Leave us alone, Satoru," you declared, launching a well-aimed snowball that smacked him squarely in the face. Your daughter chimed in, chucking a snowball back at him. "Yea, leave us alone," she added with a playful determination.

You and your daughter ran after Gojo, throwing all the snowballs you two made at his, and he accidentally tripped, making him fall over into the snow. You two and ran over to him, throwing a bunch of snow into his face. The sound of laughter echoed throughout the backyard smiles all around

Gojo decided to shift tactics, tired of getting double teamed. With a gentle touch, he pulls you down into the soft snow and positions you atop him." You wouldn't throw snow on me with mommy on me, right pumpkin." Meanwhile, seizing the opportunity, your daughter stealthily crept behind Gojo, depositing handfuls of snow into his hoodie before tipping it over his head all over his face.

"Get off my mom!" Gojo laughed he pulled you away from him, getting up to run after your daughter to get her pay back. Her laughter and gleeful screams echoed through the backyard as the chase unfolded. "Mommy, helppp!" Your daughter's voice rang out, a mix of excitement and desperation." Satoru, leave my baby alone!" You scooped her up into your arms, protecting your baby.

You ran into the house with her locking gojo outside hearing him bang on the door." Were gonna leave him outside, right?" You playfully asked your daughter.

"Right"

After a few moments, you let gojo back inside." Woww so we're leaving me out to die now." Gojo fell over onto the ground at your feet, acting as if he was hurt so bad." I think only a kiss from my lovely wife would help me." Rolling your eyes, you pulled gojo up, pecking him on the lips. "Naa, that's not gonna work." Gojo gripped under your chin, bringing his lips, "Go yours, your tongue over lapping yours, his hands gripping onto your waist. Pulling away, he pecked your lips a few more times.

With a subtle eye roll, you acquiesced, lifting Gojo from the floor. As you leaned in for a simple peck on the lips, he dismissed the attempt. "Naa, that's not gonna work." Gojo's grip under your chin asserted control as his lips found yours, initiating a passionate kiss. His tongue intertwined with yours, creating an overlapping sensation, while his hands secured a firm hold on your waist.

Breaking the kiss, Gojo punctuated the moment with a series of gentle pecks on your lips. The exchange showcased a blend of playful banter and genuine intimacy,

"Daughterrr, I need a kiss from you too 'cause I'm oh so hurt." Your daughter, responding to Gojo's call, strolled over with an air of mischief, and she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. " Thank you, guys. I feel so much better now."

"Right," you played along, a smile playing on your lips. "C'mon, sweetie, let's get you ready for bed. Santa's coming soon." The anticipation lit up your daughter's eyes as she joyfully jumped up and down, the excitement palpable in the air.

"I know, sweetie, you have to leave some cookies out for him. He's gonna be like, 'ho ho ho!'" Gojo chimed in, attempting to impersonate Santa with a spirited enthusiasm. Your daughter laughed at Gojo's antics. " You suck at being a Santa daddy."

You three laid out the cookies for 'santa' with the milk, too, go with the cookies. You put her in your Christmas pajamas that all three of you had to match and tucked her into bed.

After you two wrapped gifts, you two headed to bed. Gojo prepared a bubble bath for you rose petals in and around the tub. There was a table next to the tub that had wine and two glasses on it a small fake candles lit in the bathroom.

After an evening of wrapping gifts together, the anticipation of a peaceful night unfolded. Gojo, ever thoughtful, led you to the bedroom where a scene of serenity awaited. The bathroom held the promise of relaxation as he meticulously prepared a bubble bath adorned with fragrant rose petals

Beside the tub, a carefully arranged table bearing the makings of a romantic evening. Two glasses stood ready for a velvety wine, The ambient glow of small, flickering fake candles added a soft, warm illumination to the room. As you stepped into the bath, the air filled with a blend of soothing scents and the promise of a night in both love and longing.

"Merry Christmas, my love," Gojo whispered, his words carrying the weight of genuine affection. Overwhelmed by the thoughtful gesture, tears welled in your eyes. "Oh my gosh, thank you, Gojo," you expressed your gratitude, turning to him with a small, heartfelt hug before stepping into the bath. The warm water embraced you, carrying with it the fragrance of roses and the promise of relaxation.

Gojo quickly follwed suit going in after you. You sat on top of his lap while you just laid. There were not many words spoken, yet none were needed. In that serene moment, as you reclined against him, the unspoken language of love the love he had for you and love you had for him.

Gojo's fingers traced gentle patterns on your back, offering a soothing caress. The rise and fall of his chest beneath your touch mirrored the quiet rhythm of your shared connection. "I love you. I really do. I don't know what I would do without you, my love." Gojo's soft voice spoke, continuing the soft touches on your skin

"I love you to Satoru. I'm grateful to have you in my life." There was a simple understanding between you to this was clear love not lust the way you two loved and cared for each other was different from anything you had ever experienced before you were the calm to Gojo's storm always keeping him in check in the right moments.

After a while of shared moments in the water with you washing Gojo's skin and him washing yours, you and Gojo found yourselves settling into the embrace of a freshly made bed. Winding down talking about your days and how you two would get ready for tomorrow's.

"Wake up, wake up!" The excited voice of your daughter filled the room as she burst into your bedroom, a bundle of energy ready to open her presents.Your daughter, with her eyes sparkling and a beaming smile, couldn't contain her enthusiasm. She jumped onto the bed, her small hands gently shaking both of you, trying to get you to awake.

Satoru wrapped his arms around your daughter, pulling her into a snug morning hug. The room echoed with her giggles as she nestled against her father. With a mischievous grin, he began to tickle her, eliciting joyful laughter that filled the room. Your daughter squirmed and giggled at Gojo, tickling her skin.

As you slowly opened your eyes, you couldn't help but smile at the sight before you – the playful bond between father and daughter. "Merry Christmas, sweetie. Merry Christmas, love." Gojo's groggy moving voice spoke. Pulling you in for a sweet kiss before your daughter interrupted. "Ewww, stop kissing Mommy Daddy!" Your daughter tried pulling you too apart, pulling at gojos hair. "I can kiss mommy if I want to." Gojo sassed back to the little one. "Nuh, uh."

'Uh huh. That's why you're not getting any presents," he declared, playfully pointing at her while sticking his tongue out."Mommy!" Responding to her distress, you scooped her up, cradling her on your hip. "You are getting presents, sweetie, don't listen to him," you assured her. While you gave gojo a stop that look as he rolled his eyes.

Walking down the stairs, your daughter cheekily stuck her tongue out at Gojo, that she was getting all your love and affection not him. Eager to explore the presents beneath the Christmas tree, she wiggled out your arms, reaching for the presents carefully arranged by you and Gojo while she slept.

Bursting with excitement, she exclaimed, "Santa came! He even ate the cookies I left out for him!" Racing down the stairs, she looked at the remnants of the cookies left out the night before, her eyes wide with the joy of discovering Santa's visit.

"Yea, I'm not sure if Santa should've come with the way you've been treating your dad," Gojo playfully antagonized her, provoking a sassy eye roll that mirrored his own. "Whatever, Satoru," prompting a dramatic gasp from Gojo, who had a pout on his face. "My name is Daddy, and you will refer to me as such, young lady," he declared, faking seriousness.

"Whatever, Satoru, can I open my gifts now, whoaaaa!" She ran over the Barbie playhouse that was taller than her. " Thank you!!" She ran over to you, giving you the biggest hug, then running over to Gojo and giving him a hug as well.

After an hour of reveling in the joy of watching your daughter unwrap presents, the spotlight shifted to Gojo as he prepared to present his gift to you. With a sentimental touch, Gojo gifted you a collage of your shared memories from the days of you two in high school to your first date at a fair to the milestone of your wedding, the day you two became parents now it having a picture of you three dressing your tree. Each image was a nostalgic piece, weaving the tapestry of your journey as a family.

Accompanying the collage was a heartfelt handwritten note, a band of carefully chosen words that unfolded a detailed list of reasons why Gojo fell in love with you and continues to cherish you to this day.Each line was an emotional reflection that captured the nuances of your relationship and the everlasting causes of his love making the gift incredibly meaningful and unique.

"Oh my goodness, Satoruuu," you exclaimed, your attempt to hold back tears revealing the overwhelming gratitude you felt for him. "I love you," you whispered the depth of emotion echoing in those three simple words as they escaped your lips.

"Why's mommy crying? What did you do to my mom?" Your daughter marched over, concern etched across her face, and pulled you into a protective hug, gently pushing Gojo away. "He didn't do anything, sweetie. He just made me really happy," you reassured her, your words carrying the weight of the profound joy and gratitude sparked by Gojo's thoughtful gesture." Yea, you big bully." Gojo teased.

"Whateverrr, look what I made you guys for Christmas." Your daughter's voice was filled with excitement as she presented a carefully crafted portrait. In the image, the three of you were playing in the snow together. What caught your eye was the subtle yet significant detail—she had drawn you pregnant. you hadn't shared this news with her or Satoru yet, so you weren't sure if she knew or why she did that choosing to tell them joyful secret on Christmas day.

"Why did you draw Mommy pregnant, muffin?" Gojo questioned, a puzzled expression on his face. Your daughter simply shrugged, "Because she is. She's having a baby." You pulled her closer, asking with a smile, "How did you come to that conclusion, pumpkin?"

"I just know," she confidently replied. You chuckled, shaking your head, and handed Gojo a small box. As he unwrapped it, a positive pregnancy test was revealed. The realization hit him, and he exclaimed, "You're pregnant?"

"I'm pregnant."

"Oh my God, you're pregnant!" Gojo hopped around the room excitedly, like your daughter on Christmas day repeatedly screaming the news."My wife is pregnant!" He gave you a big, sloppy kiss before going to hug and kiss your daughter.

Gojo, overwhelmed with joy, approached your belly, gently rubbing it. "There's a little boy or girl in here. I'm so happy." He kissed your stomach, wearing the biggest smile on his face, as the room filled with the warmth of the newfound anticipation.

[chrissysky]

actually watching Sam Reid's Lestat say "I HAVE THE BLOOD OF AKASHA" has rewired something in my brain. It was like watching Char's Counterattack and Char saying Lalah was like a mother to him.

you know what we're probably gonna touch on Lestat's mommy issues next season so the venn diagram for Lestat and Char is gonna be a circle starting next year.

[slowlysointernet]

Another interesting moment in ''Mobile Suit Gundam: Char's Counterattack - Beyond the Time'' where Char thinks Nanai's voice is his mothers :

I bet some people who read this will still be confused and say that he wants Nanai as a mommy 🙄😂.

[ivegotthewholeworldussy]

decided to do this for funsies

so my reasons for each of them being my favourites:

kazuha- hes best boi, also great crowd control

xiao- my first ever limited five star, i find his gameplay satisfying

lynette- power saving mode is a mood tbh

navia- she looks like taylor swift (one of my celebrity crushes and favourite singers), and she has a very interesting backstory. i can’t wait to learn more abt her

itto- dudes funny, especially in the english dub, and he makes literally every limited time event more enjoyable

ningguang- shes pretty and has a shit ton of money, and i like her dynamic with beidou

beidou- the first genshin character i truly took notice of, shes the reason why i got into the game in the first place. also counterattacking enemies is super fun, and she has nice titties

clorinde- she looks like caitlyn from league of legends, and her english voice gives me an eargasm. also i can’t wait to learn more abt her, and i look forward to seeing more interactions between her and navia

raiden shogun- booba sword, need i say more, and her gameplay is super fun too

nahida- shes so adorable and i would literally go to war for her, shes been thru so much and just needs a hug

collei- shes one of the most wholesome characters in the game imo

tighnari- hes so sassy and snarky lmao

yelan- mommy? sorry, mommy? this woman can step on me

furina- bratty gremlin with a tragic backstory, also has a very fun dynamic with neuvillette. all in all, i cant wait to learn more abt her

candace- shes pretty, and i love seeing her interactions with dehya

arlecchino- WOOF WOOF BARK BARK BARK THAT IS MY HUSBAND RIGHT THERE SHE IS THE LOML, I WANT HER TO STEP ON ME AND REARRANGE MY INSIDES UNTIL ITS THE ONLY THING I CAN FEEL

dehya- the first sumeru character i fell in love with, her design and backstory are to die for, its a shame her kit isn’t so great tho

diluc- tragic backstory and a complicated dynamic with kaeya, need i say more

eula- thicc thighs save lives, her interactions with other characters are also entertaining imo

shenhe- shes pretty and her backstory is kinda tragic, and her voicelines are also unintentionally funny “what exactly is teamwork” and “i just have to stand here, right”

kaeya- same reason as diluc, easily one of (if not) the most complex character in the game so far, always struggling between his kh’aenriah roots and his loyalty to mondstadt

heres the original template

[linabirb]

For the milgram ask game! 1, 2 for all the MVs, as well as 18 for all the prisoners. :>

tysm aurora!!

1. "favorite song lyrics?"

haruka:

"if only i could do what anyone else could do, the right future unfairly chose the wrong me"

"you praised me by saying "you're crazy", thank you, i'll do my best"

"if with one click and i can reset everything, can i be your favorite this time?"

"mommy, look, i've done great, "there, there, my good boy!""

yuno:

"am i a bad girl? please don't answer. what do you want to do? please tell me"

"what type of girl do you like? i want to become like that, but that's probably too hard for me"

"i'm the one who chose, let you and you and you all in"

"so nauseating... so creepy.. will you please disappear? "phew. anyway!""

"let's just do it, please smile"

"desire, bestow and desire again, the episode reloading on an endless loop"

fuuta:

"you apologize if you do something wrong, you learn that even before words, don’t you?"

"you and you, throwing around rules for fun, hoisting up morality and feeling good, should I succumb, make your wish come true? Full of yourselves, are you?"

muu:

"but i guess some of it is my fault, maybe it’s ok as it is"

"just one more time before saying goodbye, i’m just kidding, please forget i said that"

"let’s meet up inside the pain, a place just for me, postmortem makeup to hide my heart, how to solve it is a secret, the stabbing of the little devil’s voice, counterattack being a suicide note, "i love YOU""

"i told you i'm the queen and it's always the same, god gave me everything, everything is as i wish"

"sorry for hurting you, i didn't mean it, i am doing this just because of being bored, we are just the same"

shidou:

"after you cry a lot, of course it will end up that way, choose, how to live your life, we only live once"

"now slowly close your eye, put your regret on display"

""throw down", ethics is a delusion, i’m still guilty even if the morning comes"

"killing, extracting, i still won’t see them again, i need to be tagged as RED"

"the correct answer, i don’t yet know, but there are lives that need safeguarding, so hey, prolong my life, i’m indispensable"

mahiru:

"i can't help myself because i want to see your cute confused face, i'm sorry"

"i pretended to be a good girl, but really, i don't want to say "i'm okay""

"we fought sometimes, i was happy to get hurt, let's have matching pain, this sickness is pretty bad"

"clothes food shelter + love and miss you, "see you next week?" sounding in cadence"

"my lethal weapon: "this is how to be in love with you""

"this can't go on, something's got to give, i even love saying the words "i love you""

"tell me, oh tell me, why can't i just do it right"

kazui:

"i imagined that you saying "see you" is the same as "it's over""

"where did i go wrong, probably from the beginning"

"it's for the sake of true love, who wouldn't lie for that?"

"i wanted to be loved, just like a cat"

amane:

"but it’s not scary at all, because it’s love"

"the "it can’t be helped", from the scum who can’t be helped that makes them doubtlessly, clearly, absolutely, unequivocally, beyond any doubt, GUILTY"

"so nary a sound can be uttered a second time, i’ll crush your throat too"

"after you cry, repent, and kneel, it’s now your turn to say that hopeless "i’m sorry""

"so there is no second time, i’ll give back the judgment that you gave to me"

"remember MY cries, MY repents, MY words of "i’m sorry" that i said to you?"

mikoto:

"snuggle together and say "good night", switch, shake up that brain"

"i'm probably not to blame, it's probably nothing"

"welcome home, another day, another day with that hardly barely there of a smile"

"cling to me, hoist me up as your "savior", stand up and sing your gratitude"

kotoko:

"shall we replace the poor soul, and the miserable delusion, "i didn’t mean to offend”, "i won’t do it again", how many wins in a row?"

"laugh and i can get to like myself"

"i want to be drowning in the knowledge that i am right"

2. favorite mv moment/frame?

SO UH. tumblr pic limit happened. so um. everyone gets only two frames even though there's SO MANY MORE I WISH I COULD SHOW.

haruka:

yuno:

fuuta:

muu:

shidou:

mahiru:

kazui:

amane:

mikoto:

kotoko:

18. which non-deco vocaloid songs do you think suit them?

haruka: this is like. the most basic choice anyone could ever make and i'm definitely NOT the first person to say this but yeah sure you're a useless child by kikuo will do. also mmmmmaybe happy days by ghost and pals?? that one feels like a more romantic song to me (I MEAN IT STARTS WITH "KISS MY TONGUE MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER JDJSDKSLSL) but like.. some lyrics really remind me of haruka.. wanting to go back to the time when you were happy.. when you were loved.. but also knowing you'll never be the kind of person other people want you to be and you've lost the qualities/traits that they loved you for..

yuno: i've seen this one before and romeo and cinderella by doriko reminds me a lot of her! because. yeah. yeah. also ladylike by kira bc girlboss vibes!

fuuta: UH... bad girl online by minus-p... IDK????

muu: CAN I JUST GIVE HER WORLD IS MINEDHJDKDLSDLD

shidou: UHHHHH.... if we're just.. talking about vibes.. maybe the disease called love by neru???

mahiru: hmmm i might be reaching here but.. ykw i'll go with a clingy boy sticking for 15 years by manbo-p. the level of desperation and loyalty shown there really reminds me of mahiru.

kazui: I DON'T KNOW....

amane: THIS SONG CAME OUT LITERALLY TWO DAYS AGO AND IT FEELS AMANECORE TO ME and it's angel 92 by maretu!

mikoto: fruiting bodies by r.i.p bc. i mean. y e a h

kotoko: again. no thoughts. head empty. sometimes i forget that she exists and i apologize

[trickstarbrave]

CHINESE DRAMA RECOMMENDATIONS?? 👀! (thank you!)

i only watch vertical dramas so idk if you want those recommendations (i like watching trashy short dramas on my phone so theyre perfect for me)

recently i watched a few i really liked:

what? the godddess of war divorced?

destiny rewritten: awakening

her counterattack in ancient time

baddie mommy slay (i dont know why this one is named that way but i actually liked the fight choreography)

crowned in creation reborn for revenge

no return (this one made me laugh a bit bro how did you go back in time to become chinese steve jobs)

[krytox205g0]

The Netflix Gundam is bad. While I'm generally on-board with more sympathetic representations of Zeon, even Fukui's Zeon that revised neo-Zeon remnants into a postcolonial struggle against a white supremacist Earth Federation stopped short of saying Zeon was a progressive force for good. Gundam Unicorn's primary antagonist were the people trying to bring back the space Nazis who want an order based on spacenoid supremacy and genocide. There is not a moral equivalence between the Earth Federation and Zeon, especially in the era that Requiem chose to re-write. 0079's morality might not be hardline or fanatic, but it wants its audience to denounce fascism. When we watch Gihren Zabi's speech, we're supposed to think, yeah this man is Hitler. Even Gihren's dad straight up says, damn son, you're just like that man Hitler from the history books. The Federation isn't made up of angels fighting evil, we see its soldiers being dishonorable, oppressing civilians and of course, making random children fight in its war (to be honest I think Bandai just wanted teenaged protagonists so that its target audience can identify with/be more likely to buy the toys, this is a long toy advertisement), but they ain't out here fighting disenfranchise people who live in space, they're mostly fighting for their lives dude.

And like, how are these guys worse at writing women than Tomino? Say what you will about the rando lines that are like "boys feel things more deeply than girls" or "she could have been like a mother to me" but they're all infinitely more interesting than the Requiem protag who fights hard "because I'm a mother and want to make the world a safe place for children." Tomino's mommy issues are all about being emotionally distant from others and struggling with vulnerability amidst a cruel adult world steeped in political scheming and backstabbing.

The way Netflix handles the tragedy of Newtypes is offensive to the whole concept. Newtypes ideology is like Space Hegelianism steeped in the aesthetics of 1970s counter-culture and the very real and deadly operations by the state to coopt and contain political radicals. What Netflix showed was some horrible center-right interpretation without any the historical or political context that made characters like Lalah, Char and Amuro fascinating.

Before anyone says "why you making this political?" do you remember Char's Counterattack? Amuro and Char have like, a 20 minute philosophical shouting match where they're lobbing grenades and shooting bazookas. If there were never any sequels to the original show and it ended where its at, we could optimistically read the ending as the beginning of a psychic awakening where people begin to abandon broader political institutions that divide and separate us from ourselves and each other, and enter into the warm embrace of communities of care. The visuals of Amuro, having abandoned the Gundam, floating in space and embracing Fraw Bow and the rest of the White Base cruel doing their best to hold on to each other against the cold backdrop of space could be that Newtype moment Zeon Deikum predicted would happen and all wars would end. But look at all the sequels, the pessimism, the cooption, the state-run initiatives to create Emo empath psychics who are made into killers to maintain state monopoly on violence. Just as Zeonism got coopted by the Zabi family, neoliberalism really has its day. Requiem for Vengeance has none of that. Netflix really took all the gay parts out of Gundam and made it into some Let's Play of a poorly written videogame.

Normies will not win that this Gundam is "not that bad." I did not write a Gundam based plan-inclusive counterplan in quarterfinals of CEDA to let Americans dilute this what is a genuinely beautiful work of art made from an advertisement to sell toys. Yes, the Japanese left's retreat into the culture industry playing with signs as resistance was another instance of capitalist cooption, but like, that's not inconsistent with representations of Asian liberation within the text I'm yapping about right now.

I can say I like the Requiem's robot designs and I like how they depict the Gundam as the white devil but like, that's about it. I think it's fine to say it's enjoyable, but like, it's dangerous and quite frankly disrespectful. The bad Canadian live-action had better political philosophy than this.

[nijigasakilove]

Holy shit, this was a great episode, well written and executed twist and great production values from Project 9. This is definitely the best of Sazane sensei’s works

Rinne calming everyone down as they headed into battle by assuring them of how strong she is was so cute. I love the job her seiyuu is doing. I still feel like the counterattack happened really quickly and that episode 2 was rushed, but this more than made up for it. Great fight scene for Jeanne who I’m hoping isn’t really going to have a shorter lifespan after using that magic..

So if rinne smells like all 5 races according to the demon she fought, surely she’s a weapon or magical tool made by all 5 and that would explain why that.. whatever it is, wants her dead or at least not to come into contact with Kai. Lot of questions to come from this ep

New mommy dommy dropped? Vanessa is hot, but she also seems like a genuinely great character which is always a plus. The short fight with Kai was really well animated, certainly not what I’d expect from Project no.9 lol. But Kai saying Sid’s name made her bug out so she’s got memories of the old world too I’m guessing? Maybe certain characters are like nexus points that have memories of the other world and this “alfreya wants to keep them apart”

Whoever rewrote the world did a bad job because Kai having his memories and coming into contract with all these people is going to complicate things for them lol.

Hopefully we get some answers soon, but first a fight with a powered up Vanessa next episode? Sign me up

[for-dramas-sake]

Short Dramas I'm Watching

Mommy's Counterattack

Yun Qingqing is back in her husband's life for revenge after his infidelity and the loss of their child 5 years ago. On the outside she is a top designer and model, but secretly she infiltrates his house as a nanny to get her designs back.

The popular theme for short dramas lately is REVENGE ! I do enjoy a powerful woman tackling her opponents (and often times it's her ex-husband) to win the long game. This drama thinks it's a serious story, but it's really not and you just go with some of the ridiculous ideas because you're enjoying it.

The Shoufu Can Read Mind

Modern Shen Zhihuan wakes up in the body of Shen Zhihuan, the wife of Xu Yanqing, a cruel and evil Grand Secretariat in the Sui Dynasty. She tries to divorce him because she knows his bad ending, but she doesn't know that he can read her mind and knows her plans.

I love a time travel story and this one is rather cute. Add to that a "What Women Want" theme in there and things get a little interesting. It is very similar to The Bossy Husband who Loved Me, but the girl just wants a divorce and not ruin her husband. :)

Rain Lover

Yanyan comes from a family that is contracted to give their daughter to the river god on her 25th birthday. When she meets Bai Long, she falls in love not knowing that he is actually her contracted fiancé, the river god.

Cute mini drama! The episodes are super short and the story is sweet. The river god and Yanyan have a pure, simple love. Who doesn't enjoy a modern fantasy drama?

My Chubby Queen

Clothes designer Su Jinxia travels back in time and wakes up as the nation's queen! After escaping the palace, she opens a clothing store for plus-size women so they can be admired as well as the skinny women.

Another time travel drama! I enjoy this one for the (shock!) admiration of plus-size women. So many dramas hate on fat women in a mostly humorous tone and that gets tiring, but this drama at least makes an effort to say that they are women too that deserve love attention just like the thinner ladies. Yay!

[mixisub]

Mommy's Counterattack (2023)

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[blacksurvivalnostalgichanges]

Luke:Cathy, you’re now under a temporary insanity effect. Roll a d10.

Cathy:Five.

Luke:Nice. You see the tree monster, but it’s like it disappears and your son’s in its place. “Mom? Where are we?”

Cathy:”Son? What are you doing in here?”

Chloe:”Son???”

Camilo:I want to hear that life story.

. . .

Luke:”Miss, what do I do? What do I do?!” She’s asking you, Cathy.

Cathy:”Stand behind me.”

Luke:Cathy, why would you be asking her to stand behind you? You’re currently under temporary insanity, you don’t think there’s any danger.

Cathy:Don’t I see those two brawling with something over there, though? Even if I can’t tell it’s a monster? Or do I see it as them hitting my son’s twin brother?

Luke:You can see that as-is. All right.

Cathy:I’ll tell her to get behind me. But I’ll also tell my son to get behind me too. “Get behind me too, son, get behind me.”

Chloe:That girl is very dead.

Cathy:That’s my son in front of me, Chloe!

. . .

Luke:You see your son, “Mommy? Mommy? Why do you always get away from me?” Dodge, counterattack or block?

Cathy:I wouldn’t be doing any of that. It’s my son.

Luke:Well, okay, it’s your call. I’d let you do something with a disadvantage out of instinct, but it’s your call. He missed, anyway.

Cathy:Of course, my son would never hit me.

Camilo:I think he looks more like his father, personally.

[dogs2thesequel]

what do you think of chars counterattack?

I think it's an incredible movie up until about the last 10 minutes.

I don't like the ending - I'm not gonna say Char should've succeeded exactly, but I think having him fail the way he did means the message of the movie ends up either extremely neoliberal (we shouldn't try to create a better world through extreme measures, you can only change things from the inside, etc) or pessimistic (revolutionary change will always fail, change isn't possible because the side in charge is too strong and most humans can't bring themselves to commit to change when the time comes) depending on your interpretation. I can guess that Tomino intended the latter, but the former is what comes across for anyone who thinks Amuro and Bright are The Good Guys™. Also the deus ex psycho frame is stupid.

I think Char's motivations are perfectly understandable if you've paid attention to his motivations up until this point, and listen to what he says in the movie. Having seen ZZ also helps. So I don't give much stock to anyone who claims he went evil or whatever.

I like Quess a lot and hate how she was treated, I think the movie should've leaned in more into her being the main character and her death should've been given more focus, as well as her having a bit more time to interact with Char and especially Amuro. I think her worldview is very interesting, the idea of a spoiled girl who wants to do the right thing and join a revolution but can only conceptualize the problems of the world through her narrow viewpoint interests me a lot. (Her whole "late-stage capitalism is why my parents got divorced" thing is hilarious, fuck anyone who doesn't like her)

I like Nanai too. Didn't care much for other new characters, Hathaway is just Katz 2 and Chan was kinda nothing. Obviously fuck Gyunei, I can't believe anyone was dumb enough to take his word when he claimed Char is a pedophile when he's the one trying to get in a 13 year old's pants.

My other major criticism is just that I wished people interacted more in general, I wanted more from Char and Amuro especially, for a movie so focused on concluding their story they barely interact. I guess this is more personal than anything, I hoped they would come to more of an understanding right before the end, and that they'd have more to say about Lalah besides "whelp I've got mommy issues."

All that said, it's ultimately a good movie with some beautifully evocative scenes and gorgeous animation. You can tell it's Tomino's first foray into film, but his trademark Weird Pacing gives a very specific feel to the flow of the story, making it feel more like an anthology of related scenes than a singular story. Scenes like the fist fight in the field, Quess and Hathaway watching a simulation of a lake, the Zeon civilians singing to Char as they pass him a rose... they'll probably always stick with me in some way, and ultimately that's more important to me than whether the ending felt leftist enough.

[ticklikeabomb]

Grouch - Part 6

Pairing : Bucky x Plus Size Reader ; Avengers x Plus Size Reader

Warning : Language ; Angst 

Word Count : 1.4k

Disclaimer : I do not own the characters, nor the universe where they were created and interact in. This series/fiction is only for entertainment purposes.

A/N : I’m sorry it took so long. Writer’s block is a bitch :/ Hope you will still like it :) 

“Y/N? Y/N stay here, alright Sweety. Let’s play hide and seek. You know the rules, don’t you?” “Alright, I’ll count to 50 and you will only get out if you hear Mommy and Daddy. No one else! Do you understand?” “Y/N? Y/N?”. You stayed hidden as your parents ordered and made sure in being as quiet as possible. You crawled back on yourself when you heard loud noises and shouts. “FIND THEM!”, was heard not far away from where you were hidden. You saw black boots position themselves in front of you, blocking the mere light your eyes had access to. “Clear” a deep voice growled emotionless. The shadow was gone as quickly as it arrived.

You let out the breath you were holding when you felt a grip on your leg pushing you out of your corner. The man quickly covered your mouth before your fear could express itself in a form of a yell and shushed you. “Your parents send me.” Only trusting your gut and your parent’s words, you tried to bite the hand off but came across metal. He chuckled slightly before turning yourself to him, “That would have been clever if it wasn’t me.” In front of you were the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen, a mix between extreme roughness and a hint of kindness.

You tried to kick him and get yourself out of his hold but it was impossible. “Stop”, his deep voice made you still.  Your body trembled more and more, deeply aware of what was waiting for you at the other end of the corridor. “Don’t say a word”, he whispered. It wasn’t a problem. At this point, you barely produced enough saliva in your mouth. In the corner of your eye, you saw the bad guys approaching and felt your breath cut short. At your grand surprise, the man your parents told you to fear and never cross path with, didn’t turn you to the enemies. When they were out of sight, he led you the opposite way and pushed the wall where a secret exit door was concealed. “Get inside, crawl until the end and when you’re sure that the coast is clear, you run as fast as you can. Someone will be at the end of the way waiting for you. Is it clear?”, he said. You nodded instinctively. He was about to close the door behind when you stopped him. “Aren’t you coming with?” He gulped and shook his head. “I have to find your parents and get them out of here.” “Don’t leave me alone”, you stuttered and felt tears streaming down your face. “ Y/N, if you follow my instructions, everything will be alright”. You nodded again and asked him “What’s your name?” He looked at you, a mix between pride and mostly fear before answering, “My name is Bucky…” “SOLDAT!!!”, was being shouted. Bucky looked at you one more time before yelling “GO!”.

You woke up in sweat, the monitor beeping your heart rate out while you tried to catch some air. “Hey it’s ok, you’re alright”, you heard and saw Wanda beside you. “What did you do to me?”, your voice shacked. “I..I’m bringing back your memories.” “Why?” She gave you a weak smile before declaring, “Because no one deserves to live in a lie. You deserve to know the truth, the real events that occurred in your life and not what they implanted in your brain for their advantage.” You gulped and locked away. “Will you keep doing that?”, you asked weakly. “If you want me to continue, yes.” Your eyes locked with hers before you nodded. “Good. It’s not going to be easy but you’re not alone in the process. We’re here for you”, she commented. “Why would you? I only caused destruction and almost killed some of you.” “We all have our demons and honestly we all tried to kill each other at least once”, she joked. She felt that you needed some time alone and discretely left the room.

She arrived at the King’s meeting room and saw the team, T’Challa, Shuri and Okoye discussing. “How is she?”, asked Bucky worried when he saw Wanda entering the room. All the eyes fixed on her, she exhaled deeply and sat down. “She’ll get there, eventually.” As soon as those words left her mouth, everyone in the room heard you shouting from the top of your lungs. Some on them already on their feet were stopped by Wanda who assured them,” It’s alright. She needs to let it all out.” The others still perplexed returned to their seats except for Bucky who standing, faced the door listening to you. He was having a hard time staying passive at the situation but he also knew, confronting you would only do worst.

Wanda came back the next days, slowly recovering your memories. Recovering your memories was something, recovering your identity was another. It didn’t matter how much you were rediscovering about your past, the dark about you was complete. The images felt like photograms being projected in front of your eyelids, 25 photograms per second of unknown events. “Do you want to stop for today?”, asked Wanda. “No, let’s continue some more.” She showed a moment you were both together, laughing, crying, singing and dancing. One of those nights where you didn’t feel like Atlas carrying the world’s weight and problems.

“I have a terrible voice”, you laugh. “Shut up, no you don’t”, counterattacked Wanda. “You kidding, have you really heard me? I could evoke thunder faster than Thor”, you tell her and she falls on the bed, laughing. You join her and look at the colors of the projected stars on the ceiling. “It must be beautiful up there, don’t you think?”, you ask her. She hums in agreement. “You think Thor would ever let us join him, flee Earth for a moment, get to know other species and communities?”, you talk out loud. “I hope… but in the meantime, we still have those two bottles and snacks to finish. Which movie now? The Nice Guys or This means war?”, she asked. You pretend to think about it while you see her grinning at the corner of your eye. “This means war”, you turn towards her before sliding awkwardly down the bed, making her laugh hysterically.

When she finished showing you that memory, you turned to her and asked, “We were close weren’t we?”. The end of her lips lifted in a shy smile but didn’t continues their course. Sadness, nostalgia maybe. “Yeah we were”, she whispers, awareness taking over her, knowing your relationship will never be the same again. “I’m so consumed by hatred or whatever this is that I didn’t realize that I wasn’t the only one who lost big time. They stole my life and with it all our future moments together. I’m sorry”, you tell her. “Don’t apologize for something you had no control over. They’re to blame”, she replied.

Five minutes later, Shuri and T’Challa entered the room, their personal guard carrying two boxes. “Hello Y/N, how are you today?”, asked the King. “I’m good thank you. How are you?” He chuckled before replying he was alright. “I’ve been working hard on it and your new prosthetics are finished”, exclaimed Shuri excited. Your frowned not understanding where she was going. “I’m sorry, my what?” The proceeded to open the boxes and in front of you were what was supposed to be your new vibranium arms and legs in a black and purple design. 

You internally gasp, looking at the mesmerizing work in front of you. “You like? Because if you don’t, I ca-“, “No, I…I love it but I can’t accept it”, you tell them biting on your teeth in order to prevent you from crying and showing them your feelings. “Hey none of that alright. Don’t worry and besides they’re cooler than Barnes’”, whispered Shuri before covering her mouth. “Oh no sorry, I know I shall not mention you know who”, she quickly said. “It’s ok Shuri. I guess I’ll have to face him one day, I just don’t really have the strength to it right now.” They nodded and your eyes landed on the prosthetics. “They’re gorgeous. Thank you”, you tell Shuri and T’Challa. For the first time you smiled in what felt like ages.

“When can I put them on? I have a revenge to plan!”, you exclaimed with a small smirk and dark eyes.

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[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “Incubus”

Incubus is a special type of metahuman that can enter people’s mind and the only one known to possess such abilities is Y/N. Captured by an underground agency and forced to obey orders, she has a new task today: to get inside The Joker’s head and find out where he stashed half a billion dollars after he pulled what everybody calls “the heist of the century”.

“Regression will begin shortly,” one of the doctors announces on the intercom. “Prepare for countdown.”

You lay on the cold metal table next to the Joker’s body: he’s medicated into a dreamless sleep, ready to have you purge his mind for the answer to the burning question: where did he stash half a billion dollars?

After being arrested two weeks ago, The King of Gotham refused to speak and disclose any information to the authorities; they tried everything: drugs, blackmail, best intimidation tactics and psychologists without success.

J didn’t crack.

Fed up with the puzzling mystery, CIA decided to use the top secret research facility operating under the grid where the infamous Incubus is held prisoner.

“A few reminders,” the flat voice echoes in the sealed laboratory. “Do not attempt to elude us, we have your little girl! If you aim to play us we’ll revoke visiting time.”

You blankly stare at the ceiling, upset they repeat the same rules when you’re forced to use your powers; the 15 minutes you’re allowed to spend with Mia on Saturdays is all you live for since they incarcerated both of you six months ago.

How you wish you could kill them but they found a solution to prevent you from rebelling.

“Please note that in case you plan to get inside our brains and compel us to stop breathing, your daughter will die. Confirm acknowledgement.”

“Confirm,” you bitterly reply because it hurts to have your child endangered; you could end them right this moment if it wasn’t for her.

Unfortunately, they found a way to subdue your terrific ability: the crew assigned to project Incubus carries portable heart monitoring devices 24/7; they resemble wrist watches and if just one individual’s pulse deactivates, it will set of the explosive in Mia’s collar. The 5 years old has no clue that what she believes to be a cute necklace is actually a device meant to eradicate her.

“Countdown to regression,” the clinician reports and the speakers carry his words around the room. “Five, four, three, two, one. Initiate!”

**************

You walk in the darkness, surprised you didn’t bump into memories yet: usually that’s the first thing you stumble upon when invading a person’s subconscious. He’s been under your spell for 10 minutes now and the void proves his twisted mind is probably worse than anyone thinks: The Clown is lost in the maze of his own insanity.

A couple more steps and you finally distinguish four doors ahead which means you’ll be able to analyze The Joker’s recollections.  

First Door

The little boy cries in the middle of the room and you slowly approach, wondering if you should interfere or just observe. But tears fall from those innocent blue eyes and the fact that he’s maybe your daughter’s age makes you decide.

“Why are you crying?” you kneel by the young Joker and he wipes his face with the sleeves of his raggedy shirt:

“My mommy died.”

“Did she? I’m sorry… Do you miss her?” you manipulate the conversation since warping his thoughts might lead to your quest: discovering where the money is.

“U-hum,” he nods and asks. “I don’t like it at the orphanage, I want to go home…”

“Perhaps I can help,” you pull him in your arms and he whispers:

“Who are you?”

“Your worst nightmare,” Y/N sadly concludes because it doesn’t bring her joy to distort an already broken mind, nevertheless she‘s here bearing a clear purpose. “It’s ok,” you hold the child and soothe him. “I’m sorry this happened to you.”

The little boy whimpers, clinging to the stranger showing him kindness then vanishes in thin air: you got rid of a painful memory and replaced it with a nicer one.

Now The Joker will remember that someone comforted him when in reality it never happened.

Second Door

The young man is standing in front of the burning cottage while the firefighters are struggling to put out the blaze. He’s covered in ashes and his lips are barely moving; you can hardly discern what he keeps on repeating:

“They’re still inside… they’re still inside…”

The 24 years old Joker is numb and all you can conclude he seemed so different back in the day.

“Who’s inside?” you inquire and he glimpses your way without realizes he’s in shock.

“My wife and son. I couldn’t save them… I didn’t make it to the second level, the flames were too strong…”

You bend over and grab the blanket resting at his feet, placing it around his shoulders.

“I’m sorry they’re gone, you did everything you could.”

He glares at the Incubus for a split moment before disappearing: you just lift the burden of a horrifying experience and now The Joker will remember that someone offered consolation when in reality it never happened.

Third Door

The man is sitting on the floor with his back against the padded wall, tightly confined inside his straight jacket. He keeps screaming, then maniacally laughing and sobbing in the same time while straining to escape the garment.

“Calm down,” you slide near him. “You’ll hurt yourself if you continue.”

The 27 years old tries to articulate a couple of coherent sounds before reprising his yelling.

“Stop squirming,” you cup his face and make him pay attention. “Look at me. Relax,” you caress his cheeks. “Deep breaths, ok?” you plead with the madman. “Sssttt, it’s fine…” Y/N stares in his eyes and the shouting gradually dies out. “There you go,” you brush your forehead on J’s prior to him fading away: you switched a terrible incident into better conclusion by mimicking sympathy when in reality it never happened.  

Fourth Door

You’re surprised to notice The Joker talking to shadows: a woman and a little girl judging by their silhouettes; he resembles the most wanted criminal lying 10 inches apart from you in the secured establishment pushing you to accomplish their instructions.

A recent memory? Does it mean he has another family?...

You want to come closer and the sight of the contours disappearing is intriguing; The Clown rubs his temples and you can tell he’s distressed.

“What’s going on?” you dig in his brain for responses.

“They took my Queen and my Princess!” he grinds his teeth with resentment.

“Do you know where they are?”

“Yes,” J grumbles and evaporates saying a baffling phrase: ”I have to find the perfect plan in order to reclaim what’s mine!”

So weird the memory dispersed before you misled the truth in your favor … What the heck is going on?!...

The Cell

No rooms left and you stroll in the murkiness again, angry your scheme didn’t lead towards a better result: oddly enough The King of Gotham failed to unveil extra hints that could have aid you in discovering where the fortune he snatched is.

“Hello sugar,” the raspy intonation halts you in your tracks.

Y/N detects the heavy bars forming this square shaped cell containing what she suspects to be a version of The Joker; it’s difficult to restrain her astonishment since she’s witnessing a rare phenomenon: nothing less than a mind prison.

Jackpot! If he buried something deep inside and locked it even from himself it could mean you reached your destination.

“It’s nice to have visitors,” the eerie apparition chuckles. “It gets lonely.”

“I bet,” you pout. “Why don’t you break free?”

He kicks the bars, enraged he has to explain:

“I’m sure a superior creature such as the lady joining me knows a mind prison can only be opened from the outside!”

He’s self-aware! This is absolutely unbelievable: humans are never conscious within the deepest layers of their psyche.

“You are correct: you can only open it from the outside,” you agree. “What’s your name?”

“Joker. What’s yours?”

“Y/N.”

“Duh, I know,” he snickers and lets his tattooed arms hang loose outside the bars. “You have a kid, right?”

He sees your doubt and his gratification builds up to new highs.

“Yes.”

“What’s her name?”

“How do you know it’s a she?!” you counterattack with a quiz.

Damn, this whole charade is getting more and more fascinating by the second!

“I know soooooo many things,” the entity yawns. “For example I’m sure you wonder how I ended up in here.”

No sign you would deny his rambling thus he enlightens the riddle:

“Some are born with certain “gifts”, some develop them after a traumatic experience. I’m the lucky recipient of the latest, although I was locked in here from day one. If I had someone shatter the seal and by someone I mean you,” he points his finger at the smirking Y/N, “I could help you run from the place you hate. Tell me I’m wrong, but aren’t you trapped also?”

“You’re sneaky, I’ll give you that,” you laugh at his attempts to influence your actions.

“And you’re too powerful not to realize what’s going on! Snap out of it!!!” he hisses. “Are you single sugar?” the anger building up makes Y/N frown.

“None of your business!”

“Humor me, I beg,” he emphasizes the words.

“Yes,” you scoff and his demeanor doesn’t lower your guard.

“Are you 100% certain you’re not married?”

“What’s this nonsense?!” you sneer at the stupid conversation.

“Maybe you don’t remember because you created your own mind prison where you chained crucial data in order to protect the ones you love after you were captured. What’s your daughter’s name?” he sulks and you grumble.

“Mia.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am; do you think I don’t know my child’s name?”

“And you think I don’t recognize my own wife standing in front of me??!!!!” he snaps at your hesitation. “Set me free! Set me free and I’ll show you! I can get inside your mind and unlock your cage: you’ll remember everything!”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?!” you growl at the absurd sentences: like his devious tactic would work on you!

“I’m talking to the Incubus, am I not?”

Your mouth opens in amazement since there is no way in hell he could know that.

“Do I have your attention now?” the beast reprimands. “Good! Here’s what you deliberately forgot: nobody knows that we’re married, it’s better that way; yet a woman with your capabilities is bound to attract unwanted attention anyway. When we got together, we had a deal: you’ll never get inside my head and you consented. No? Doesn’t ring a bell?...” he cracks his joints. “After they took you and Emma from me…”

“Who’s Emma?” you interrupt, more and more convinced there’s something fishy happening inside The Joker’s subconscious.

“Our daughter, her name is not Mia, you just replaced it after you were both kidnapped in order to sever all connections with the past. Can’t blame you: it’s a great strategy given the circumstances: create a mind prison, hide everything connected to protect me and her. Last thing you needed was for them to find out we are actually acquainted in the most intimate way. That would have been a disaster! Do you know why I stole half a billion dollars and let them catch me? I knew that if I do that they’ll use everything possible under the sun to make me spill the beans. When all fails, won’t they flaunt the last ace in their sleeve? That’s how I got here sugar, it was the ultimate goal. I can’t function without my girls so I came to get them!”

“Listen here,” your menacing attitude takes over. “Who do you take me for?! Your fictional tale is starting to piss me off so I advise you to quit before I make your neurons crumble to pieces!”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it,” the feral beast sniffs the air. “You always kept your end of the bargain and never got in here before to poke the past. I respect that, sugar. Now I had no choice besides letting you in.”

“Stop it! Stop your lies!! You’re nothing more than a projection of The Joker’s mind!”

“Ahhhh,” the evil grin flourishes behind the silver teeth. “I am so much more than that. Do you want to get out of this facility? I suggest you set me free and I will prove I’m telling the truth!”

“Bullshit! What can you do anyway?! I can kill everyone and run, but my daughter will die!”

“Not if I help: you can make them stop breathing and I could keep the hearts beating until we get the key that unlocks Emma’s collar! It’s a dual team mission.”

“Her name is Mia! How do you know about the collar?!” the dumbfounded Y/N mumbles.

“Weren’t you listening? I know a lot of things!”

“Even if we assume you aren’t lying, how will you keep their hearts beating?!”

“Set me free and I’ll show you! SET. ME. FREE!!!!!! Or we are fucking doomed! Set me free!” he punches the bars. “Set me free and I’ll open your mind prison! You’ll realize each word I uttered is genuine! You’ll remember all of it! SET! ME! FREE!!! What do you have to lose, huh? Nothing! Do it!! Do it!!!!”

“How could you get inside my mind?! I’m a metahuman!”

“Goddamnit! SET ME FREE AND I’ll SHOW YOU!!!!! Do you want your daughter to perish in this place?! Do you???!!!”

You definitely are beyond skeptical; still… at least he’s correct about this: you have nothing to lose; you approach with caution and part the bars enough for the trapped entity to squeeze outside.

“Thank you honey,” he clumsily bows and before you can react he snatches in his arms and kisses you.

Y/N feels this electrifying sensation taking over, stupefied to understand what it means: she just unleashed another Incubus. And she always thought she was the only one!

You gasp for air and open your eyes, processing all the recovered memories rushing through your brain: your own mind prison was opened as promised.

You tilt your head to look at The Clown and he grabs your hand, panting:

“Are you ready sugar?”

**************

People keep falling to the ground, each step bringing you closer to your freedom. Emma’s face is buried in your neck as you jump over corpses on the way out of the underground laboratory:

“No peeking!” The Joker scolds and her little hands hold you tighter while obeying.

“Ok daddy.”

“Don’t be scared,” you kiss her cheek and continue the rampage towards the exit.

Screams intensify around the three detainees escaping their faith: the adults can’t afford any weakness or grant mercy to the ones that showed them none.

In the end, what is more terrifying than one Incubus that could plunge the world into complete darkness?

The answer is simple: two of them.

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[kpopchangedme]

The Wingman | Jae

Jae’s late for pick-up at the daycare center and he worries his favourite teacher hates him now... That is, until his son accidentally saves the day.

Protagonists: Park Jaehyung & You (ft. his 4 yo son)

Word Count: 2k

Genre: SFW - Romance - Single Dad - [Drabble 2k]

Prompt: “That’s... Not mine?”

Requested by: @noona-clock, I hope you love this :D

DAY6 | M.list

As soon as his car comes to a halt in the empty parking lot, Jaehyung jumps to run in direction of the rainbow entrance. The gray commercial building, probably dating back to the 60s, would be as boring as it gets if it weren’t from said colourful door. Without slowing down, he pushes in, not even bothering to put on the designed slippers after kicking off his shoes. 

“Bongbong?” He calls in the now empty place, breathless.

“Ahoy, Mr. Park,” you greet, emerging from the office and waving both of your hands his way.

You’re wearing an unusual accessory tonight; a black eyepatch over your right eye and he frowns in worry. Did you hurt yourself? Jae feels even worse now that he sees you’re here. You’re the new daycare teacher, and he finds you adorable. Of course, you’re the one who got stuck here with Jaebong because of him. As if reading his mind, you turn to look at the time on the digital clock above the playground. 7:15PM; it beams, taunting Jae. Ok, he’s never been this late for pick-up before, it’s bad. It’s a Friday night and he’s sure someone like you has better things to do than care for someone else’s son after-hours. You must hate him now.

He rubs his nape nervously. “Hum, it’s just Jae, actually.” It’s overly awkward being called by his last name since you’re around his age. 

“Ahoy, Mr. Just-Jae.” You repeat, smile widening, and he finds himself staring, at a loss of words. What’s with the ‘ahoys’ and the eyepatch? “Your son is around, here somewhere, but you’ll have to fight him first.” 

“I’m sorry to be so late,” confused, he takes a few steps inside the playroom, “I wasn’t supposed to be the o–” 

“ARGH!” A high-pitched scream interrupts his excuses at the same time as something stings his right thigh. “All aboard!” When he looks down, Jae finds his son with a plastic cutlass and a way too large black pirate hat on. He’s standing inside a toy box where he was most probably hiding, waiting to ambush his father.

Oh… That is what’s going on with your eyepatch. The young boy is frowning threateningly, brows furrowed in a grimace mimicking disgust. He’s wearing eyeliner, and large lines are drawn across his face from the same pencil. What is probably meant to be a beard is traced on his chin, and a very impressing mustache is stretching on both sides of Bongbong’s mouth, ending up in curls on his cheeks. Someone should give you a raise for your imaginative makeup skills.

“There he is!” You say, pointing although it’s not obvious already. “Beware!”

“Jesus,” Jae mutters, struggling not to laugh too at this most unexpected sigh. Ultimately he decides to play along: “But... That’s… Not mine?”

“W-Wait what?” He raises his head in time to witness doubt and panic twist your soft features.

“My 4 years old had a lot less facial hair this morning...” He explains, making you laugh in relief. Jae grins, proud of himself, you’re even prettier when you’re laughing at his jokes. “That isn’t my son,” he points to the fierce pirate at his feet.

“I’m sorry, it’s nothing a little soap won’t wash away. We might have taken it a bit too far playin–”

“PIRATES!” Jaebong yells, slashing his leg once more, and this time Jae kneels at the hit, acting wounded. “I am Cap’n Bong, and I give no quarter!” Bongbong squeals when his father counterattacks, caging him for a tickle war. Losing, the boy laughs until he’s practically panting, struggling to say something Jae doesn’t quite catch. When he’s released, he repeats himself awfully serious; “You’re not mommy...”

Instantly, Jae’s smile straightens, remembering the reason why he’s so late. He wasn’t the one supposed to pick his son up at the daycare in the first place. His ex was supposed to spend the long weekend with him, but she called at the last minute saying something came up at work. Jaehyung had to cancel his plans and drop everything. He could’ve called his own family to help, but he didn’t want to burden them… Or for his mother to rant about his ex in front of his son.

“Mommy couldn’t fly back from Japan for the weekend... It’ll be just you and me, little buddy.” Jae glances your way, apologetic for the both of you. “I’m so sorry, daddy came straight from practice as soon as he knew.”

“That’s okay,” the little boy says sternly, dropping his pirate act altogether. He walks away to get rid of his toys and Jae groans, burying his face in hands, disheartened.

He wishes Bongbong wouldn’t be so calm about all this. He’s so used to being let down by people in his life all the damn time, already familiar with rejection. He’s only a child, he should get angry and cry, instead he just takes everything calmly. Jaehyung must damage control every time she screws up. All of this is eventually going to blow up.

“Is your wife away on a business trip?” You innocently ask, voice neutral. Jae notices you’re holding your purse and keys, ready to go out… With the eyepatch. Maybe you really hurt yourself and it wasn’t all for your brief pirating stunt.

“Um, yes... But she’s n–”

“Mommy isn’t daddy’s wifeeee!” Bongbong comes back trotting, grimacing at the apparently unthinkable, “EWWww!”

Your brows shoot up in surprise and Jae makes a weird sound, halfway between a snort and a chuckle at his theatrical ways. He totally got that from his side. “Oh, I’m sorr–”

“It’s alright. We’ve been separated for a long time.” He interrupts to reassure you, eager to move on. “It’s just us; the dream team.” Grabbing his son’s tiny hand, Jae pulls him towards the exit and begins to help putting on his shoes. “Let’s go, little buddy. Your teacher seems to have plans and we’re really lat–”

“I can!” Bongbong whines, snatching away the pricey Nike Air Max his uncle Younghyun got him. Nowadays, he hates whenever someone tries to help, but his father keeps forgetting. “That’s not true. Teacher doesn’t even have a boyfriend!”

Jaehyung bites down his lip as he slips on his own shoes, avoiding looking straight your way. You clear your throat, embarrassed. If Bongbong could score a (partially) toothless 4 years old ‘girlfriend’ on his first day of daycare... Jae is sure a grown woman like you has no problem finding a date on Friday night. Probably with a good man who isn’t a mess, and who doesn’t have to adapt his schedule around his young kid all the damn time. 

“Girls don’t need boyfriends to have plans, Park Jaebong.” You fake-scold, ruffling the little boy’s hair, but he’s too concentrated on the Velcro tapes of his shoes to mind. Jae feels himself go all mushy at the sight. “But he’s right,” you add, clearly for the older Park, “I don’t have any...” As soon as you realise what you just said, your eyes round in dismay. “Plans, I m-mean, not a boyfriend! Euh, I’m not in a hurry… So, you can take your time, it’s really no trouble. As long as you come to pick him up, I’m fine.” Jae’s blood rushes to his brain as his heart begins to beat faster. You’re flustered, but he’s not sure why. Surely it has little to do with him. “But I don’t have one either… A boyfriend I mean…” His mouth opens in confusion at your clarification. “Nevermind, forget I said that.” You hurry to add, wincing before running a hand in your hair to mask your uneasiness. Jae breathes out, trying to make sense of the last 30 seconds. That was unnecessary right? You didn’t have to share that personal information with him.

“Do I get to have ice cream now?” Bongbong asks dryly, totally ignoring the general atmosphere between you two grown-ups. He stands back up to slide his hand into his father’s. Jae is thankful for the distraction, since he has no idea what to do with himself after what you said. The little boy turns to you to explain; “When mommy doesn’t make it, I get ice cream.” 

“Yes.” Jae replies softly, somewhat ashamed to be exposed for bribing his son with sweets. “Anything you want.”

“Double chocolate.” Bongbong says without hesitation when his father holds the door for everyone to get out. 

“Sure, double chocolate,” Jae agrees while you’re locking the daycare doors, “with chocolate sauce...”

“Yeaaaah!” His kid grins pleased with that small win. “Teacher, which flavour do you want?” Jae, who was starting to walk for his car, stops, suddenly frozen still. It seems his son misunderstood since you’re all leaving at the same time, “Buddy, I don’t think–”

“Daddy always eats cookie dough with chips in it…” Bongbong pulls his tongue out, unbothered. “No good!”

“Really?” You laugh and Jaehyung smiles despite himself, gazing at you a little too long. At least until he feels his face warm up, and he has to look elsewhere. You still haven’t moved to get to your own car. Should they walk you, or would that be too weird? “Strawberry ice cream is my favourite.” 

Bongbong’s whole face lights up and he offers you a thumbs up, approving. “Can teacher come with us, daddy? Pleaaaaase…” 

His son tugs at his hand, pleading, and Jae simply stares in awe. He didn’t expect this opportunity at all. “I, euh, I don’t know...” Jaebong’s got game. No wonder he’s the one with a girlfriend. “Do you want to join us for ice cream, Teacher y/n?” He risks, smiling dumbly when he says your actual name. Jae waits for your answer, heart racing as you toy with your keys. Shit, you’re hesitating. You’re probably weirded out by him even asking you that. Shit. Shit. He feels lightheaded, he’s about to make a joke to get out of it.

After an eternity, you choose to smile back, saying softly; “I never say no to ice cream, Mr Park.” Immediately, Bongbong cheers, starting to run for his father’s car without waiting for you two. 

Breathless, Jae hovers, dancing from one foot to the other; “It’s just Jae actually.”

“Jae.” You try, and a shiver runs down his spine. “I’m just y/n.”

“That’s settled then.” He tries to stop smiling by biting his lower lip, but he fails. “There’s only one more thing, y/n…”

“What?” You ask, obviously nervous as you both start walking to join Jaebong. 

“It’s not that I mind,” Jae inhales sharply, “But… Did you hurt your eye or–” You gasp in horror, realising something. “Oh my God!” Taking the pirate eyepatch off too fast, you get the elastic entangled in your hair. “That’s so embarrassing…” you groan, wincing. It must hurt when you pull at it, but in your panic, you don’t seem to mind at all. 

“It’s nothing,” Jae chuckles, choosing to ease you by making fun of himself, “imagine needing your 4-year-old to help you ask–”

“DADDYYYY!” Bongbong interrupts loudly, tugging at the car’s back door in repetition. “IT’S LOCKED!” He ruins the moment. “OPEEEN!”

Jae shuts his eyes, dispirited, and you burst out laughing, bringing a hand to cover your mouth. When you’re done, you roll your eyes at him and he shrugs, unlocking the doors with his remote. Perhaps Bongbong is still a bit too young to have reached his full potential as a wingman after all. One thing is sure though, thanks to him you’re getting ice cream together…

And it sounds like a much more promising Friday night than what Jae could’ve ever hoped for.

DAY6 | M.list