#murderous babyboy

[gerandor]

Not even death will be able to tell us how to live.

[obitv]

sorry. i have been enticed by his big wet eyes and generally pathetic aura and his meticulously violent revenge plots

[yoiyoms]

. seeker of blood

[dahjinseok]

so what im hearing is huijae was looking after the cat and collected all the metal balls that he found near the cat and used the money to pay for the cats medication and isnt involved with the crimes at all

[levy-tran]

THEO

[sidejobin]

Brett and Reagan have both casually killed people on screen

[mylifeispainandiloveit]

Jack’s cute little hair curls at the base of his neck>>>

[galaxyedging]

Everyone keeps forgetting his most heinous crime....making me yearn.

mass murder

anti vax

child endangerment

terrorism

war crimes

invasion

abuse of power

torture

assault

countless kidnappings

mongering

theft

stalking

conspiracy

treason

pollution

sabotage

vandalism

false imprisonment

[littlefankingdom]

AU where Jason is not murderous toward his family when he gets out of the pit (like, still a ball of rage but not "I'm gonna kill my dad and Robin" ball of rage), so Talia can finally execute her original plan: to bring back Jason to Bruce to show that she is soooo wife-material, and become a family all together.

"Surprise, beloved, I brought back from the dead your babyboy! Let's get married to celebrate. This is Damian, by the way, he's yours."

[vampirae]

Astrology Observations

I've seen many people saying that air mars are less likely to be aggressive or getting physical in a fight, in part it's true but not all. Gemini mars will say hurtful things or straight up ridicule you that you'll need weeks to recover from it. Aquarius mars will shout and be so damn aggressive in their speech that you'll get immediately afraid of them, the type to really make you consider calling cops on them. I mean you could do, they wouldn't fucking care, they're here to cause drama. Meanwhile Libra mars, oh damn, if they're angry af, they wouldn't ponder, they'll straight up punch you the face. This happens because of their cardinal nature, which essence is dynamic, action oriented, starting up things. They can and would get physical, and really really scary.

Libra mars values peace, but people mistake them and their intentions to maintain it. If you need to slap some bitch to achieve some balance or calmness they would do it. Even through war you can achieve peace, not only by being tolerant and comprehensive or bottling up rage.

About cardinal mars, they're the most dangerous, you should really be afraid to anger them. When they're angry, they're so focused on their feelings that they don't see anything else or don't think about consequences. Also they're the least to get angry, except in youth, or aries mars. You think a Cancer, Libra or Capricorn mars wouldn't beat the shit out of you? Or wouldn't think about murdering you brutally? They can and would do it, if they lose control over themselves.

Furthermore, they have a such exciting and sensual nature, they need intimacy on daily basis and could get even really offended if they're advances are being refused or if you don't satisfy their needs. Really sluty bitches.

Also the types to get into BDSM, usually great Switches or Doms.

Honorable mention is Scorpio mars, another sluty placement, though they perform well in all BDSM roles. Also need a lot of intimacy, to the point they may get crazy or overworked if they don't get it, it's even more frustrating if they have feelings for someone or a partner. They just need to feel like they're drowned in pleasure or they will go crazy. Great partner if you look for someone wild but loyal, basically the best babyboy/master/babygirl/mistress. A big off for them, I've noticed is ménage a trois, orgy, and whatever implies changing partner. They don't love the idea of sharing their sexual energy with people they hold no interest/feelings.

All cancer men placements love boobies, not only venus or mars. Also it's not always about an abundant bust, it's also about the color, how firm they are, the form etc. They take into account so many details lol

Meanwhile libra placements men look for the booty, in this case you have to not be plain. It's not about big booty too, just to have some, they even like smaller booty too but well shaped.

Taurus mars men can be pretty libertine, sometimes even cheaters. They just enjoy attention from others, and are kinda "generous" with their dick. Similar to Sagittarius mars.

Now changing subject, there's a big debate about which of the big 3 it's the real you, well from what I've noticed it's pretty easy to spot. You have to consider your rising as the most important because without it you even wouldn't have houses etc. It's literally your life path, the choice you'll do, how you'll act etc. Literally this mf isn't only about how sexy or beautiful you're it's about how you'll fuck up your life or how you'll succeed. Plus you have to consider if you have more masculine or feminine signs in your big 3. Let's say you have your sun and moon in masculine signs but your rising in a feminine sign, what will happen? Easy, you'll be reserved, shy, you need your time to get to know people but you can dwell well in social situations and could easily make friends or gain sympathies.

Stelliums also make a huge impact, the more planets you have in a sign the stronger the impact will be, even more if you have personal planets in. So about the aforementioned topic, look at your rising sign, at your stellium sign + the feminine or masculine sign of your big 3 and Stellium. Let's say your big 3, you have a majority of masculine signs but you have a stellium in a feminine sign, how will you act? Easy, you'll try to maintain a balance or just go in cycles, one period you're the hot bitch running the show and then start your sexy mysterious hermit era.

I know that polarities (yin/yang) aren't talked about that much, but they have a huge impact on your personality, exactly like dominant modalities, elements etc.

[atopvisenyashill]

do you think grrm cares about elia? honestly the only reason i want young griff to be aegon is bc he's her babyboy :(

i think he genuinely cares about all his characters to be honest! and some of what we have gotten of elia speaks to a sympathy for what she went through. for example, when the artist Paolo Puggioni was depicting Rhaegar crowning Lyanna, these were the notes George gave him-

Jon Arryn and Robert and Lord Hunter joking a moment before what was happening dawned on them, Ned watching as Rhaegar was about to stop in front of his sister, mad Aerys glowering in the distance, Elia stiff-backed and trying to act as if nothing was wrong, Jon Connington probably looking vaguely sad, and so on.

Not only that, but we get a pointed non Dornish pov on how tacky Tywin is about the whole thing-

"Prince Doran comes at my son's invitation," Lord Tywin said calmly, "not only to join in our celebration, but to claim his seat on this council, and the justice Robert denied him for the murder of his sister Elia and her children." Tyrion watched the faces of the Lords Tyrell, Redwyne, and Rowan, wondering if any of the three would be bold enough to say, "But Lord Tywin, wasn't it you who presented the bodies to Robert, all wrapped up in Lannister cloaks?" None of them did, but it was there on their faces all the same. Redwyne does not give a fig, he thought, but Rowan looks fit to gag.

And of course, the entire Dornish plot enters the scene because of Elia's murder. One of the defining scenes of the series is Oberyn's fight with the Mountain after all and Oberyn is careful to make sure everyone knows exactly why he's so angry-

The Dornishman flung away his ruined shield, grasped the spear in both hands, and sauntered away. Behind him the Mountain let out a groan, and pushed himself onto an elbow. Oberyn whirled cat-quick, and ran at his fallen foe. "EEEEELLLLLLIIIIIAAAAA!" he screamed, as he drove the spear down with the whole weight of his body behind it. The crack of the ashwood shaft snapping was almost as sweet a sound as Cersei's wail of fury, and for an instant Prince Oberyn had wings. The snake has vaulted over the Mountain. Four feet of broken spear jutted from Clegane's belly as Prince Oberyn rolled, rose, and dusted himself off. He tossed aside the splintered spear and claimed his foe's greatsword. "If you die before you say her name, ser, I will hunt you through all seven hells," he promised.

I definitely understand some of the doomerism surrounding Elia. Especially post show, where the Dornish plot is just completely and totally botched, and loses it's center - but the thing is the center is Elia. That's why the Dornish plot made sense; she is important to their narrative and cutting this down means it was a story without a heart. I don't think George gave Oberyn his Inigo Montoya moment just for funsies; he did it because he's writ a story that revolves around a family's hunt for justice for her murder and what that hunt means, what justice even means in this situation-

But the Red Viper of Dorne was back on his feet, his long spear in hand. "Elia," he called at Ser Gregor. "You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children. Now say her name."

And while I love to bash the show, I do think they did a good job adapting this scene. I can't find the gifset that talked about it of course but during the fight, he very explicitly turns his back on the Mountain to look right at Tywin. He knows damn well who gave the order, everyone knows, and he lays the blame right at Tywin's feet where it belongs.

Not only that, but Ned thinks about Elia quite frequently. Ned nearly pulled out of the war specifically because of what happened to Elia and her children, and feels justified in keeping Jon a secret because of it.

Ned rose and paced the length of the room. "If the queen had a role in this or, gods forbid, the king himself … no, I will not believe that." Yet even as he said the words, he remembered that chill morning on the barrowlands, and Robert's talk of sending hired knives after the Targaryen princess. He remembered Rhaegar's infant son, the red ruin of his skull, and the way the king had turned away, as he had turned away in Darry's audience hall not so long ago. He could still hear Sansa pleading, as Lyanna had pleaded once.

Elia is what drives Oberyn, Doran, and Arianne. Elia is a driving force in the themes of justice and vengeance throughout the story. I'm not saying she's George's favorite or anything (he has gone on record being like "my favorite child is tyrion" after all, lmao) but I do think he is invested in continuing to explore the way her murder affected Dorne and the repercussions of Robert forgiving Tywin and Gregor for their crime.

[bloombubs]

Hi, I saw your requests are open. If it's no trouble maybe reader pampering Adrian on an off day? My babyboy, murder-wife doesn't get enough TLC in my opinion. He just needs to be taken care of! Let him lie in your lap while you play with his curls. Do a face mask with him! (Baby likes to be included in your routine). I'll take anything! 💕

thank you so much for requesting <3 this was adorable. heres to taking care of our murder-wife

Adrian trudged through the corridors of HQ, his mind consumed by thoughts of you barely twenty-eight seconds after stepping inside. This level of distraction was unusual even for him – all he could dream about was laying in bed with you, feeling the gentle touch of your hands, the warmth of your breath, the sweet whispers that filled the room with intimacy. The allure of violence, which usually stirred his adrenaline, held no appeal in this moment.

Normally, Adrian relished the rush of holding a gun, of knowing he was making a tangible impact in his own enigmatic way. But today, even that sense of purpose felt distant. Adrian would never hint to anyone in the 11th Street kids that he felt fatigued or sore – no, he was in peak condition with utmost endurance and he could withstand these difficult conditions – but his muscles ached.

The physical toll of the day weighed heavily on him. Each blow, each impact, seemed to reverberate through his body, despite the protective gear he wore. The memory of being thrown to the ground, his helmet barely cushioning the impact as his vulnerability showed, lingered like a haunting echo. In those moments, all he desired was to be with you, in your comfort, at home.

When you heard your boyfriend's footsteps approaching the door of your shared apartment, you weren't taken aback by the familiar feeling of his arms encircling your waist, showering you with a flurry of kisses along your cheek, trailing down to your jaw and neck. The absence of his usual animated chatter caught you off guard. There were no excited recounts of his day, no boasts about his marksmanship or humorous anecdotes from his time with Chris, which he often shared eagerly, expecting your laughter to follow suit.

Turning in his arms, you met his gaze, noticing the lack of sparkle in his eyes. Without a word, you reached up to cup his face, the silence between you speaking volumes. “Let's go get ready for bed, yeah?" you suggested softly, a smile tugging at your lips. Pausing, you added, "I haven't done my night routine yet. Would you like to join me?”

“Yes, please,” he murmured, his head tilting into your touch as he closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of your hands.

In no time, you found yourselves standing beneath the hot spray of the shower, steam filling the room. Typically, Adrian would take the lead, but this time, you seized the initiative. Your fingers worked through his wet hair, eliciting soft moans of content from him as his tense shoulders relaxed.

Adrian had always taken care of you, but now it was your turn. As you massaged his tense muscles, you noticed the bruises marring his freckled skin. His body responded to your touch, goosebumps rising as he reveled in your tenderness. It was moments like these that reminded him he was loved, deeply and unconditionally, by you.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, Adrian watched you with a mixture of admiration and adoration as you went through your night routine. His hazel eyes followed your every movement, a soft smile gracing his lips when you turned to face him.

His eyes brightened when he realized you were about to apply his favorite lotion, the familiarity of the scent comforting him. “This smell reminds me of you,” he mumbled, his gaze lingering on your face before trailing down to where droplets of water cascaded down your skin. The muscles loosened when he felt you massage his muscles once more, his head tilting back in pleasure. “Everything reminds me of you,” he added, his words laced with sincerity.

Your cheeks flushed at his sweet words, a warmth spreading through you as his ability to make you feel cherished never failed to melt your heart. Even in his fatigue, he knew just how to make you feel special.

As you turned your attention to his hair, applying a small amount of styling product with gentle fingers, you couldn't help but admire the way his features softened in repose. His hazel eyes, almost puppy-like in their adoration, gazed up at you, his hands resting lightly on your waist as you worked your magic. He pinched the fabric of the towel, rolling it between his fingers with a contented sigh.

Leaning down, you pressed a tender kiss to the top of his forehead, a silent gesture of reassurance and affection. “Go lay in bed while I get the rest of the things,” you suggested softly, cupping his chin and caressing the stubble on his cheeks. Without any hesitation, he nodded in agreement, rising from the chair and pressing a grateful kiss to your cheek before squeezing your waist one last time, his touch lingering as he made his way over to the shared bed.

As he settled onto the mattress, you couldn't help but notice the tension that still lingered in his body. With a gentle touch, you offered him an iced water and some inflammation medicine, silently acknowledging the toll the day had taken on him.

Carefully, you crawled on top of Adrian, settling in his lap as you tore open a facial mask sheet. His eyes were trained on you, his gaze filled with a mixture of appreciation and affection. “This helps with rejuvenation,” you explained softly, meeting his gaze with a reassuring smile. His hands squeezed your thighs, not wanting to let you go, not wanting to ever forget the sound of your voice or the way you look at him. This was all he wanted for the next few weeks of his life--he's sure of it.

“Is that what I need?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

“I think you need sleep,” you replied, shaking your head with a soft chuckle as you applied the mask. “But in twenty minutes, that’s when we take this off,” you added, your voice filled with warmth and tenderness.

As you both settled into bed, Adrian leaned against you, his body relaxing into the comfort of your presence. With each gentle stroke of your fingers through his hair, you could feel the tension melting away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment.

“Tomorrow I can make you a nice breakfast,” you offered, a soft smile playing on your lips as you sought to convey your love and care for him.

“God, I’m so thankful for you,” he groaned. “And so in love with you.” His words washed over you like a warm embrace, filling you with a sense of contentment and love. In this moment, surrounded by each other's affection, Adrian knew there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

[deadmeat666]

Allennn if u write for yanderes, wyat your take on yan! akinori??? obvs smut (hhehe sorry I'm obsessed with tjis man he's sooooooo)

if ur talking about beloved babyboy akinori konoha then YESSIRRRR

warnings. reader with a scarily huge cock, yandere themes, mentions of blood and murder, scent kink, generally creepy and perverted akinori, creampie, rushed, cringe description of reader's cock somewhere 😔

Yan! Akinori, who will innocently wave when you pass by him. Think nothing of it, it will be merely nothing but just a simple act of kindness.

Yan! Akinori, once the boldness gets to him, taking your acknowledgement of him as sign to cross the line just a tiny bit for now. Coming into class, you notice your desk are littered with tiny paper pieces cut out into the shape of a heart. Albeit done roughly, you can't deny the fact you are flattered. Flattered that someone had committed their time to make this for you. If only it isn't so messy and exposed for your classmates to witness. . .

Yan! Akinori, who then realizes just how truly oblivious and dumb you are, fully jumped across the big fat line between 'just a simple innocent crush' to 'wanna have that person tied up to my bed and milk their cock 24/7' without another thought.

Yan! Akinori, who has no shame in snapping a few polaroid pictures of you. Thanks to his fair share of experience in the world of photography, he is able to get all the shots perfect, just like you! The photos range from you smiling, to you jacking off your cock in your room without a care in the world or even a sense of awareness for that matter.

Yan! Akinori, whose latest addition to his album is a close up of your smiling face, all content for whatever reason that day. Usually he would tape his photos to a wall, or maybe hide them away in his album he keeps tucked away under his bed, but this time, he does neither of those.

Yan! Akinori, who tapes the said picture to the softest pillow he could find, kissing it ever so lovingly before letting all of his pent up urges by humping and riding out his orgasm on the pillow, shamelessly moaning your name as if you are actually there, and not just a burned image on a polaroid. And as he cums, he makes sure to shoot some on your handsome face, before drawing a heart with the sticky goo to outline your face.

Yan! Akinori, with how much luck he has during that time, manages to find himself inside your arms and in a totally healthy relationship with you. Initially, people had thought about how it was so wholesome that he'd latch himself onto you like a leech, feeding off of your compliments and praise. and a hunger for the blood of his rivals.

Yan! Akinori, obsessed with your scent, he'll dig out your closet for your clothes. He had thought no matter how much you would wash your clothes, your scent will still stick and it turns him on so much. And if your closet isn't enough, the laundry basket will be his target. Dirty? No! Clothes worn by you, he will not consider them dirty, simply blessed and graced by your smell.

Yan! Akinori, who likes rubbing his face against your crotch and dick like a desperate kitten. He'd want his face to be marked with your musky odor and liquid, especially your thick semen that's so full of life. Literally.

Yan! Akinori, with nothing that could've prepared him for your massive cock. The first time he saw it erect, it was like a stiff mass sitting in-between your legs, like a beast in its slumber, threatening to rise awake and breed.

Yan! Akinori, who desperately bounces on your cock with no shame in letting out his screams of pleasure whatsoever. He will tremble and writh above you. And in every bounce he finishes in taking in the entirety of your cock, he lets out a moan just a decibel higher from the past one, continuing in an endless cycle until the inevitable climax. Let's hope his noises don't alarm the neighbours, that'll surely lead to a huge misunderstanding.

Yan! Akinori, with a strange fixation for breeding, almost every week or when he feels like it, melts into the sheet as he is taken from behind. He looks at his stomach from his position, seeing how it will bulge from every time you dig into his inside, somehow getting deeper and deeper. His fingers fidget around in hopes of wanting to find something to hold onto but his senses are basically overloaded, his nerves screaming in pain and pleasure as he willingly submits himself to you. His mouth is shut, no complaints when you shoot torrents of semen inside him whatsoever. Why would he? He'll simply be called crazy if he does.

[thebeholdingsfavorite-mrbitchard]

Listening to episode 82

Martin: *twirling his hair around his finger the biggest heart eyes imaginable* oh people said me and Jon were close? (Babyboy you're being questioned about a potential murderer!)

Tim: *is done with all of this fucking nonsense* fuck Jonathan Sims. (Honestly valid my dude)

Elias: oh I know where Jon is, and I do hope he does become a killer, I know shit, now fuck off before I ruin your life. (Buddy you're not even trying to hide how evil you are? He's so smug in this episode, I love him so much I wish to brutally murder him with a pipe.)

Also; WHY ARE TAPES TURNING ON BY THEMSELVES???!!

This is my second favorite episode so far.

[dahjinseok]

also, huijae baby come here let me give you a hug

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Gay wrongs tournament, round 2 of the losers bracket

Propaganda:

For Vegas and Pete:

Evil babygirl & stealthily evil babyboy. Vegas, known committer of atrocities, and Pete, who didn't rise up the ranks of being a mafia bodyguard for nothing. Never forget how Pete brutally shot and killed his coworker who dared to shoot Vegas in front of him.

I mean. They both kill people all the time. They even have evil gay BDSM sex. It's all right there.

it's plainly obvious to anyone even looking in their direction how murder husbands they are. both have canonically killed multiple people, often on screen. Not to mention the onscreen scene of Vegas literally torturing someone. 

For Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu:

you've got the founder of the fantasy ancient Chinese CIA and the leader of what is essentially the mafia and then they're soulmates and in love. they're both willing to kill anyone who dares hurt the other while also just wanting a soft domestic life together

Zhou Zishu is an assassin and spymaster who put the current Emperor on the throne, and then quit his job by faking his death (kinda, hes still dying but not as fast as he was supposed to). Had done A Lot on his old job, including murdering children (more than one, and at least one of them in a way I can't even describe without several trigger warnings), exterminating whole families, war crimes (and i dont mean this in a buzzword way, i mean "organized a public execution of foreign diplomats during war time")… btw he doesn't feel particularly bad about any of this, because he believes it was necessary. Like he wouldn't do it for fun, but he thinks the ends (putting a good Emperor on the throne) justified the means (all of the atrocities). As a retiree, he definitely cut down on the amount of morally reprehensible murder, but not murder in general. He still routinely kills ppl, he just doesn't go out of his way to kill more. Wen Kexing, meanwhile, is the Ghost Valley Master - Ghost Valley being a place where the worst of criminals are exiled. Even in such a place, he has reputation as a complete lunatic, owed partially to the fact that he either skinned a man or fed him his own flesh or both at one point, and partially to him having a rule where he would kill anyone who came closer than 3 meters to him. But in truth, everything he'd done was to survive the Ghost Valley and eventually take revenge for his parents, who were brutally murdered when he was only nine. By the start of the novel's timeline, he put his plan in motion - the plan that would drown jianghu in blood, but also deliver poetic justice to all responsible for his parents' deaths, as well as all who'd commit the same crime given the chance. And these two men, these two murderers and schemers, meet - and unexpectedly, find in each other the person who /understands/. The person who is just as ruthless and whose hands are just as bloody, but also the person who knows standing at the top of the world is not worth it, who seeks the same freedom of leaving it all behind, and who is still, underneath it all, a human, with human heart seeking connection. So you have this couple who understand each other with barely a word, and who want the same things - who are so hungry for domesticity and for people they can just goof around with when all their lives they had to measure every step and word - but ALSO where one half a couple is like "i gotta go murder hundreds in revenge" and the other half is like "ok pick you up at 6". (This btw is why I'm submitting novel's iteration of the couple in particular. Show wenzhou with their ridiculous breakups over morality could Never.) Also they were both hiding who they are when they first met, and later flirted about having figured each other out. Finally, I'll leave you my favorite quote that just. perfectly sums up their relationship: "And just like that, they fell asleep in each other's arms, steeped in the smell of blood."

You’ve probably already had submissions for them but I’ll add on. One of them founded an assassin’s guild and killed a staggering number of people. His malewife is the leader of a sect of insane murderous outcasts, and he attained his position by proving to be the most crazy and murder happy of them all. Most of the plot involves him wandering around watching his schemes get more people killed. Together they adopt a kid that was only orphaned due to said scheming (oops). They’re terrible and I love them.