#people often forget she’s fucking huge in that form

[kifaprokumiv]

Everyone look at her butch boyfriend

[starlitiris]

making the phantom troupe ✨ neurodivergent ✨

before getting into this I wanna say that i'm not including Kalluto, Hisoka or Illumi in this and I didn't add Kortopi, Bonolenov or Franklin cause I didn't know what to do for them </3

and! a handful of these neurdivergencies are things I also have, but if any of you have something mentioned here and you feel like I misrepresented the condition/got something wrong, please let me know and correct me!

i'd also love to hear what your guys' neurodivergent/disorder headcanons are for the phantom troupe PLEASE do not be shy

okay enough yapping, here are the headcanons

Nobunaga

ADHD out the ass

Bro can and will zero in on something aggressively and not realize how much time has passed till his stomach growls or someone else gets his attention

Almost ALWAYS forgets what he walked into a room for and sometimes won’t be able to remember for hours

He zones out a lot when Troupe members are trying to explain something to him that he has zero interest in

CHRONIC LEG BOUNCER

And foot tapper

He also does little bouncies when he’s standing around

Please don’t ever give him a pen that clicks

He’ll click it nonstop and won’t even realize he’s doing it until someone brings attention to it

He for sure has his moments where he's feeling extra irritable or anxious for seemingly no reason

Feitan

AUTISM OUT THE ASS

No, I’m not headcanoning this because he’s apathetic

Miss me w that shit

He’s just an apathetic person because of everything he’s been through

Not great at masking but he does mask

HATES being touched do NOT TOUCH HIM ew

Exclusively wears long sleeves. Cannot stand short sleeved shirts, he hates the way it feels on his arms

Misses a lot of emotional social cues and his apathetic nature certainly doesn’t help with that but it’s not like he cares much

The Troupe is used to him being like this so they aren’t too bothered

Thinks he looks fucking stupid when he stims so he tries not to unless he’s completely alone

He will let loose a LIIITTLE when he’s alone with just Phinks though since those two are pretty close but he still tries to make his stimming as non-obvious as possible

It also helps for him to stim with his hands in his pockets

He often taps his thumb and index finger together or rubs his knuckles

REALLY hates feeling cold and can't stand the sticky feeling of dried blood on his skin

Despite this, he rarely wears gloves when he's "working" simply because he no no wanna

Phinks HAS called him out on this. A few times.

Machi

Dyslexic

Hates it

So much

Seriously doesn’t understand why she can’t just fucking READ and SPELL as easily as everyone else

Like she KNOWS how to read and spell so like???? WHY does she even struggle with it it should be such an easy thing to do

That’s how she thinks

She gets embarrassed when people catch her struggling to read or spell something

It makes her feel dumb and she hates it :[

Thank god for ai assistants like siri and shit

She definitely uses them to ask how to spell things when no one else is around and she can’t remember

Gets kinda pissed at herself when she realizes way too late that she made a typo on something

Phinks

Prosopagnosia (face blindness) and aphantasia (when you can’t form mental images in your head)

Thought his aphantasia was completely normal for THE LONGEST time

He almost didn’t believe it when other Troupe members were telling him that they could clearly form mental images in their heads

It was a huge “what the fuck” moment for him

The amount of times he’s heard the phrase “you don’t remember me?” just cause he couldn’t recognize someone by their face alone

Of course he’s still able to recognize people from their voices, clothes, hair, body shapes, etc

But when it comes to people he doesn’t see often, he’s completely lost until he’s told the person’s name and where they met and shit

He’s offended quite a few people by not recognizing them

They assume he couldn’t be bothered to remember them but in reality he probably would if he could remember faces

Shalnark

He has bipolar 1

His mania doesn’t get too crazy but it’s noticeable for the Troupe and any other people that he spends a lot of time with

His highs tend to be more intense than his lows but he definitely still has his lows

And the lows are also noticeable

He gets bags under his eyes from having a difficult time falling asleep and STAYING asleep, and he has a very clear decrease in energy

Sometimes Troupe members feel the need to ask him if he’s feeling alright but he always answers with “yeah I’m fine!” and moves on

The amount of shit he's bought on impulse though

He's good at managing his finances until he's manic and sees something he wants

Bro won't look at price tags

"Ehh I'm sure it'll be fine!" two days later he's in the red and goes complaining to Troupe members about it as if he shouldn't have expected that

It's probably a good thing that his role in the Troupe is more centered around gathering information and not combat

I know damn well he'd get too cocky in a fight depending on wtf his brain chemistry is doing

Shizuku

Do i even need to say it

Bitch (respectfully) is autistic as hell

With some good ol’ ADD sprinkled in there

Her attention span suffers greatly

She can pick up a book or a manga and not put it down to eat, sleep, or go to the bathroom until she finishes it or is forced to put it down

She knows it’s a problem and she really does try to remember to take breaks

Very blunt as we all know

Feitan will struggle to pick up on sarcasm SOMETIMES and uses sarcasm himself

This is not the same for Shizuku

Sarcasm does not register in her brain

She tried using sarcasm once and didn’t do it right so she gave up

She does try to mask a little bit in some situations but mostly doesn’t care enough to

Doesn’t mind stimming in front of people as much as Feitan does but she still does it a lot more in private

Pakunoda

Bipolar 2

Her depressive episodes feel longer than they are

She’s gotten a lot better at managing it as she’s gotten older though

She likes to journal her feelings when she can, it personally helps her process and deal with her emotions

She also writes reminders for herself and sets alarms so she doesn’t forget to take care of herself when she’s not feeling too well

Makes sure to praise herself for small victories! :)

She still has her days where she can’t bring herself to do some things, though days like those are less common now than they used to be

Her appetite definitely suffers because her depression, but the reminders and alarms she sets help her remember to eat, even if it has to be something small

She makes sure to get some self care in when she can, too. It's important to her

Uvogin

I hereby bestow thee with dyscalculia and OCD

Being anal about doing things at specific times is only a tiny sliver of his OCD-ness

Sometimes he’ll read the time on a clock wrong and he’ll panic for like 0.2 seconds

It fuckin stresses him out man

Sometimes he’ll tease Machi for having a hard time reading or forgetting how to spell/write a word and she’ll hit him with the “ok what’s 12 x 12 🧍”

Shuts him up real quick

He can count, add, subtract, multiply and divide but it still takes him a minute sometimes

He’ll just give up if he has to do math with fractions, decimals, numbers longer than three digits and any other complicated bullshit

He kinda gave up learning math when it started to literally give him headaches trying to figure it out so simple division and multiplication is as far as he cared to learn

If he’s faced with any math equation that intimidates him he will not even try

He just uses his phone or asks someone else to solve it for him

Okay back on the topic of OCD

He definitely has his repetitive movements that he does

They aren’t too obvious but the rest of the Troupe does notice them from time to time

Nobunaga said something about it one time and Uvo just brushed it off and changed the subject

He doesn’t like bringing attention to it

He also WILL recount and reread things multiple times

Most of the time he’ll only need to recount/reread something like 3-5 times but on bad days he’ll do it 10+ times

It is stressful

Phinks saw him recounting something like 13 times once and was like “bro u good?” and Uvo just snapped at him for fucking up his count

Chrollo

Autism and major depressive disorder

Masking KING (this is not a good thing)

Very touch avoidant like Feitan

He knows he struggles with some social cues and interactions and will sometimes overthink what he’s doing to avoid missing things or doing things wrong

He’s often hyper aware of what he’s doing and what the person he’s talking to is doing

One of his most common ways to stim is by rubbing things - like the corners of pages in his books, or the ends of his sleeves

Loathes being in loud areas. Please why is everyone talking so loud shut the fuck up Chrollo can’t hear himself think

There’s been times where he had to be in loud and bustling places for extended periods of time and once he was alone and in a quiet place he’d feel so so very drained and be nonverbal for hours

Really bad insomnia probably related to his MDD

Lays in bed for HOURSSSS unable to fall asleep

The amount of times he’s had to run on 2-3 hours of sleep is unreal

Listening to calm music and whale noises seems to help him fall asleep a little bit though

Don’t get me wrong he has good days, he’s not completely miserable, but MAN is this guy depressed

On bad days he’ll likely only have one meal or not eat at all

Phantom Troupe be damned if they notice he hasn’t eaten all day

Chrollo will insist he’s fine but some Troupe members aren’t having it

Sometimes someone like Paku or Shal will just go out and get him some food and place it in front of or next to him expectantly

Usually he’ll give up and eat the food

Unless he’s in a bad mood

I will say though, most days he eats at least two meals so it’s not like this is a super common occurrence

[river-of-wine]

I read your post about the Resident Evil 8 villains and I agree with you about everything, especially about Donna. Her characterization in fanon is particularly frustrating to me. Honestly, I hate to say it, but I think it's because of a particular kind of ableism. It's like people saw the dolls and read the files about her mental illness and immediately went "oh she's just a poor baby who doesn't know what she's doing!!!" And completely woobified her. Which does not at all reflect her canon characterization. Like, mentally ill people can be tragic and complicated and still do really fucked up stuff. I think another element that often gets ignored when it comes to Donna and Lady Dimitrescu in particular is their wealth and status. Dimitrescu clearly comes from a long aristocratic bloodline, as she literally lives in a castle and makes repeated references to "the bloodline of House Dimitrescu." She had a position of power and influence even before she became one of Miranda's lords. She very likely already viewed the villagers and her servants as beneath her, and from there it was a very small step to treating them as livestock. While Donna isn't aristocratic, she still lives in a mansion and clearly comes from a family of some wealth and position, especially since she had servants too. She is a twisted take on the wealthy orphan trope. We know she's alone and her whole family is dead by the time she's infected, the gardener's files say as much. But she views other people as dolls, playthings for her to use and throw away once broken. The mannequin of Mia, the dolls hanging from the trees that were actually bodies, etc. She is detached and sees herself as above others in a way that is very different from Lady Dimitrescu, but present all the same. Wealth, power, and privilege also shape those two characters and create important context for who they are and what they do. (I could go on about how Moreau and Heisenberg represent different forms of toxic male behavior, but this ask is already really long.)

I have to also agree with you about Donna. Her and Heisenberg’s characterisations frustrate me the most because from what I’ve seen, their personalities and motivations get the most warped by the fanbase. The fact that Donna in particular is made out to be an innocent little baby who just didn’t understand what she was doing despite her being a grown woman who has done this before and is intentionally showing Ethan hallucinations that target his specific fears about protecting his family. Given the fact that Donna is the only lord who is to have specified some kind of mental illness in her file in another Miranda’s lab as well as, like you mentioned, her thing being dolls and those being considered a childish interest, it does feel particularly ableist for people to reduce her to that. The dolls honestly to me feel more like that frightening spin on childhood and fatherhood than anything, especially because Ethan has a daughter. Dolls are typically associated with young girls, and the fact that the dolls and Rose herself, or at least the hallucination, is what is attacking Ethan seems very thematically relevant.

Very good point about Alcina and Donna’s wealth and status! I hadn’t actually considered that about Donna, but I think a huge thing with Alcina is exploitation. Vampirism has often been used as a metaphor for exploitation of some kind, and her obviously wealthy status even before Mother Miranda only furthers this. She also seems to be quite high up in the hierarchy within the cult itself. The lords all have power over the villagers, but Mother Miranda seems to value Heisenberg and Alcina more than Donna and Moreau. The obvious thing is the maidens. She’s using her - presumably unpaid - workforce as a source of food, and she brutally takes what she wants from them and leaves their corpses to shamble around aimlessly. I think a lot of people forget how horrifying this concept even is because of how many people ship maiden ocs with Alcina.

There is also the matter of her daughters. I left this out of the original post because it’s more up to interpretation than the rest, but Alcina has never struck me as the caring mother a lot of people make her out to be. She does not, while her daughters are alive, show any motherly affection to them, and aside from her “how dare you talk about saving your daughter, when you’ve murdered mine?” voice line that she says during her boss battle, she never seems that upset? She has those remarks about the daughters after they die, but she seems very detached and unaffected. Even after finding out Bela is dead, she makes a phone call to Mother Miranda where she is remarkably composed for somebody who just learned of her daughters murder. She does nothing to protect Cassandra and Daniela, even sending Cassandra after Ethan purposefully, and her reaction to Cassandra’s death as well as her placing the same amount of anger in attacking Ethan for killing Bela as she does in breaking into her castle and trying to steal from her. Her daughters are not really children to her, at least how I interpret things. She’s using them to do her dirty work, going after Ethan despite the danger even going outside would present. The girls are swarms of flies, but she is lacking that connection she outlined in the files about the experiment that made them. She’s again using others for her own gain.

Obviously Alcina herself is also being exploited, but I think that adds an interesting angle. While a victim of Mother Miranda, she is taking advantage of her own swarm of victims.

Excellent point about Donna - it didn’t even properly occur to me that she had staff, and VERY TRUE ABOUT HEISENBERG! Moreau I’d have to think more about, but I’ve always noticed that about Heisenberg and people always seem to ignore it. His language towards Alcina and Mother Miranda is quite intentionally misogynistic. He’s a bit too fond of the word bitch. That and the fact that he’s dressed like a cowboy, such a classically masculine trope.

[ottpopfic]

HEY YOU, how do your version of the Riordan verse characters act drunk, and your oc’s

I'm just gonna do the trio or we will be here ALL day

(also please notes all of the CDS kids have a very healthy relationship with alcohol because of how they were raised. My CHB has a drinking age of 16, and its is heavily peer monitored so everyone is safe and responsible. They have a whole god of wine, there are holy days and celebrations that require it, so I feel like camp has a younger drinking age. There is alcohol education when they get sex ed)

Colton actually doesn't really like to be drunk drunk, he's the most likely to be the DD but also the most likely to bring alcohol as a gift or for celebration. He's a very chill drunk, but he prefers a light buzz. He has also seen the mortal HS party scene and really hates that

Lettie is a heavyweight because she giant. She is a quiet drunk, but she will also just wonder the fuck off so you have to keep an eye on her. She can also be a more open flirt when drunk, which is a huge problem for Katie hot dam. She's pretty neutral on being intoxicated, but doesn't get drunk often because she's such a heavyweight

Katie is a goblin. If you think she is ready to tackle people at a moments notest when she is sober just wait until she's drunk. She will also forget what language she's speaking. Just full on speaking Italian and Wolf at the same time and not realizing it.

I also have a tiny blurb that has been sitting here you go

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The drunker Katie gets the weirder she gets, or more like she stops repressing all the strange hindbrain things she picked up on by being raised by The Prince of Darkness, Go Go Gadget Fire Hazard, Pope Furry, and a Night Light with anxiety and a medical degree

Katie tackles him in her excitement and immediately starts rolling on Colton on her back. It's a very wolf-grandma action, and it hurts like shit because Katie is not a puppy and has never grown out of her sharp knees and elbows. It takes multiple tries to disengage from being rolled on, but that turns into drunk wrestling with lots of kicking. Colton can feel the bruises forming but he does get some good pins in before they both knock their skulls into a table

[heloflor]

After seeing a playthrough of Bowser’s Inside Story, I gotta say I’m kind of mixed on Starlow, and no, it’s not just because of the Luigi bullying.

The thing with Starlow is that, on one hand, it’s great to see a female character who has no hesitation talking back and who can be a bit of an ass. But at the same time, the way they wrote her just…it really makes it hard to like her sometimes.

I think the main issue is that she’s written as someone who talks back but most of those interactions are with people doing their jobs and messing up. This leads to moments with Starlow criticizing someone for the things they’re doing, but then proceeding to do nothing whatsoever to help. On top of that, she’s kind of useless in the game, making her “I’m better than you” attitude really come off in a bad way.

(btw that moment with the doctor/fortune-teller calling her out on it is very satisfying)

The best way to describe the issue, and that’s when it gets interesting, is to compare her to how Bowser is written in this game. There are essentially two things that are similar yet different about those two.

1. Like I said, Starlow is often criticizing people for what they’re doing, which is something Bowser does as well. But where Starlow goes “Man you suck at your job. Do better !” Bowser goes “Man you suck at your job. Here, let me do it for you !” and that automatically makes Bowser more likeable. Because instead of just complaining, he actually does things (the section with the Monty Moles for example).

2. A bit longer to explain but the Tl;Dr is that Bowser actually learns from his mistakes and grows while Starlow doesn’t. To explain this, I want to describe two interactions between those two.

The first interaction is when Bowser forgets the code to his safe and orders Starlow to find it, to which Starlow gets angry with his tone and tells him to fuck off, only accepting to help once he politely asks her to search. That right here is really good, and is an example of a moment where I really like Starlow’s attitude.

But then you have their next interaction. Bowser just spent hours stuck in a safe (btw someone stuck in a liminal space like that is a form of torture), was thrown into the garbage so hard the safe broke, and understandably is in enormous pain. Because of that, Bowser asks Starlow to help with his back, and his dialogue here echoes the previous one in a good way.

He starts off his sentence as an order, only to catch himself halfway through and ask politely. Bowser just went through hell, is in a huge amount of pain, and yet still finds it within himself to be polite because he knows that’s how Starlow wants to be addressed. This also shows that he respects Starlow since he remembered that detail about her and is willing to avoid falling into his usual bossy attitude despite his terrible state.

And what does Starlow do in return ? She basically calls him a whiney bitch for complaining. Yeah….this is not a good look.

This actually reminds me of one of their first interactions, when Bowser can’t produce fire and panics about it, with Starlow telling him to just deal with it. The first time I saw this dialogue I was like “Hey Starlow, buddy, how would you feel if you suddenly lost your ability to fly, with no idea of why and the only one that might help is some random voice you don’t know anything about coming from your stomach ?” Although, I’d cut Starlow some slack for this one since this is very early on, so Starlow has every right to be mad at him.

And more on that topic, the thing with comparing Bowser and Starlow is that you quickly realize how much better Bowser is than her. I already mentioned Bowser doing things himself and showing respect to her, but then there’s also moments like him being humble enough to eat Wiggler’s carrot when being ordered to to “take responsibility”, or when he out loud says he will break the rocks in his path to free the Koopas, and decide to commit to it upon realizing the Koopas heard him. In that second case, he could’ve easily gone a different path and tell the Koopas to shut up if they were to say anything, but he didn’t. Instead, he said he will break that rock and that’s what he’s going to do ! Same for the Wiggler btw. He could’ve beaten them up instead of eating that carrot, which he does end up doing afterwards when Wiggler loses their shit.

So yeah, when you look at how not-very-useful Starlow is compared to Bowser, when you look at how they treat others, and when you look at their interactions with each other…it’s kinda hard to find Starlow likeable when a literal villain is a better person than she is (granted Bowser is more of an anti-hero in this game but the point still stands).

Funnily enough, some of those moments like the Wiggler, the Koopas and him saying please to Starlow while in pain actually show that yes, Bowser is a pretty decent king. At the very least, you can understand why his people respect him.

So all-in-all, yeah, I’m kind of 50/50 on Starlow. It’s great to have a female character on the hero team who has a lot of flaws for once, but it’s also hard to find her attitude likeable. Ultimately, I think the issue is how she’s acting the same with everyone. Like I said earlier, it is satisfying when Bowser is being a dick and she tells him off. But when Bowser is being nice, or when she’s interacting with someone who’s only trying to help, Starlow really comes off as an ass, which is not a good look.

And yes, while still a minor thing in BIS, her bullying Luigi doesn’t help either.

[katyspersonal]

What do you think of Gascoigne and Viola?

Sorry for falling out on the cute ships headcanons asks, I am not used to receiving many;; But it is one of my favourite ships, actually! Not only because I am a huge sucker for ships that are actually established in canon, but also because they are just so... committed? Two children, in the middle of all this chaos?

🪓 Viola's dress is very similar to that of black Church saints/doctors, and I felt like it was an implication rather than devs being 'lazy', since not only there was an effort put into altering, but also Viola's model is unique so it is not like they reused a corpse. Whatever it is, but I think that both her and Gascoigne ditched the Healing Church - whereas still wearing the evidence of former affiliation to it. Gascoigne wears the holy shawl disrespectfully, like a shawl, and Viola cropped the dress for her convenience x) They are a sassy couple!

🎶 I like to think Viola copes with reality through raw hope, more often than not vocal about her plans about 'what we do when nights of the hunt are over' and 'where will the girls go when they grow up'. Sometimes it makes Gascoigne angry as he doesn't believe in future anymore and he has to hold back from snapping at her, other times it is the only thing that can cheer him up. He struggles to form bonds as 'everyone will become beast anyways' but Viola prefers to cherish these bonds while they last! Whatever he struggles with, if she can tone it down that's what matters. This attitude calms him often, he wishes he met more genuinely good and hopeful people like her back when he was a Father back in his home place! Inside he's troubled that in his eyes he cannot offer enough in return besides protecting her at all cost since she is not quite a hunter herself lol. As result, he constantly does nice things to her, gifts and more chores help than required and getting her whatever she as much as casually mentions, not realizing that the nicest thing he could do for her is to 'slack' on the hunt at least sometimes...

🪓 The name for the younger daughter is Dorothy, and the older Sally! Suggested by @val-of-the-north, I liked the names!

🎶 Viola kinda pouts at Gascoigne (and Henryk, who I believe is the 'grandpa' that Dorothy mentioned) for bringing his friends (the League) over, because thanks to Valtr Sally fucking wants to become a cop now -_-" Whereas Dorothy is scared of him. Viola and Valtr are having sass battle about his "bad influence" on the kids, and Gascoigne really loves seeing Viola passionate and strict like this. He thinks she is the most adorable when she is protective of her children, in big things or small.

🪓 The couple is always welcoming other people who got disillusioned about Healing Church and ready to give them advice and assistance (or even temporary shelter and social resources, depending on how much remaining Church people were pissed at the "traitor"). Henriett is one of such people, actually! I also have this awkward headcanon that both Gascoigne and Viola had the complicated period of finding her rather attractive and wrestling with themselves to not invite her in their.... ....activities uhhh. They had Guilt TM about simping for someone while being married, it is all that darn Catholic past, man. The crisis kinda subdued though and for now Henriett is just a good friend of the family! She is even a lot like an auntie for the daughters, too!

🎶 I am not downvoting the interpretation that Gascoigne killed Viola - it still has a powerful gut-punch about what that darn blood and hunt does! And it would work with importance of Viola forgetting the Music Box that tends to calm Gascoigne. But in my headcanons, Gascoigne did not do that. @heraldofcrow quite sold me on the version that murdering Viola was all part of Bloody Crow's twisted plan to drive Gascoigne, Henryk and Eileen mad (in this order)! But even if that is not included, I think it'd be huntsmen that attacked her. In either case, in my thing, Gascoigne broke because Viola was murdered, rather than murdering Viola because he broke. I am allowed one 'forgetting Music Box was just a gameplay thing and some things are so nice that blood and hunt can't ruin them' ticket!!!!

🪓 Gascoigne was actually very much distressed when his body started to show signs of beasthood. Body fur, eyes irises going white in color and vision worsening, nails becoming claws, ears sharpening... He even wanted to leave the family and go die somewhere far away, for their own safety. But Viola, knowing his habits very well, was able to identify something wrong and managed to pull the truth out of him.. She reassured him it was going to be fine, optimistic person that she is, was very loving and accepting about his metamorphoses after getting him to show her what changed, kissed him where body went 'beastly', all that. Her love and optimism actually did win him some time before going more insane.

🎶 The Music Box is actually a wedding gift from Henryk! Playing Mergo's Lullaby, it was his link to his mysterious heritage, and the reason he sought Byrgenwerth's help back then. Henryk liked Gascoigne, but never thought to confess him and Gascoigne already turned out to be in love with his adopted daughter, which of course ruined his chances and he just kept the secret between himself and Valtr. However, when Sally was born, Henryk was so happy that his broken heart got mended. They are still on very good terms, though!

🪓 Gascoigne and Viola really love doing things together, and moreover, to teach each other what they're good at! Like how Gascoigne could teach Viola to chop the wood and Viola could teach him to do knitting and embroidery. As a result, they share skills, just that one is a bit better at a skill than the other. Their daughters actually copied the dynamic of their parents here - having mostly different hobbies and vibes, they also teach one another! It is about a good example.

🎶 This dress Gascoigne did make for Viola by himself:

If it looks like it was created mostly from the curtains... well, it is because it WAS. Still, not bad for a guy who is supposedly only skilled at swinging his axe, is it? x)

🪓 They actually at times could spend hours simply chilling with each other, idly talking about good memories they shared or complimenting one another. In some days, Gascoigne will be aloof and irritable, too occupied with the thoughts of incoming night of the hunt, but even then he will be able to say a lot of nice things about how much he cares about the safety of her and the girls. They just do not get bored about ruminating on their relationship and how good their dynamics can be despite some conflicts. A type that would still have romantic dates even years into marriage in a happier setting. Again, because they just do not get 'bored'!

🎶 They both love books (Gascoigne even wrote some in his past, as a Father!), but at the same time enjoy different genres. What Gascoigne likes and wrote is more along Russian classic novels (Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, all that). You know, the Depressing Literature TM about society, war, politics, and singular people it effected. But what Viola likes is epic novels and often containing rather satirical, ruthless commentaries. However, in general Viola is about 'saying a lot with a few words' in a book, whereas Gascoigne adores the usage of full language's potential in detailed descriptions. They like discussing the books they like with one another, and sometimes their opinions on what makes a good book get so different that it becomes a passionate debate.

🪓 Viola is a type of a mom that would like her children to have hobbies and excell at something - music, art, sport, anything. And Gascoigne is a type of a dad that is concerned about his children, first of all, being street-smart and having practical skills in life. The daughters are growing up to be both resourceful and rich with interests! Lol don't you just LOVE the fact that the only way they could survive is if the Hunter doesn't even try to help? :')

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Thank you for the ask! I like this ship a whole bunch.

[refundtheticket]

Ur so fucking real for that post, I was also having meltdowns and being violent and disruptive and getting intro trouble constantly as a kid and I cannot relate to the 'quiet and gifted kid' mental illness thing AT ALL

haha THANK YOU i’m glad you can relate. it’s weird bc i acknowledge that yknow these things take different forms and i empathize with the fact that things are hard for everyone but the emphasis on being Well Behaved To A Fault esp with good grades just ends up making me feel so alienated lol. the good grades thing is a big one for me, doing really badly in school felt like such a huge part of how i was looked at as being unintelligent???

(this got long so: read more)

also so weird to me bc i swear having adhd and autism is usually associated with bad grades (maybe more of an adhd thing?) which is like why are we pretending we all got great grades. (edit: whoops forget to mention, i know the poll was about general mental illness but i often see this specific trait brought up for adhd and autism diagnoses and a lot of people in the comments were bringing up those) adhd gave me the power to never get any assignment done and autism gave me the ability to find every assignment meaningless and pointless etc

it kinda feels like it’s pushing this narrative that like these people who did well in school did everything Right and it was the adults around them who failed them, and then kids who just sucked got all the help and resources grrr and it’s like buddy. the adults failed everybody. including the neurotypical people frankly but that’s neither here nor there

in terms of the “help” i got (which mostly started in high school, my elementary and middle school teachers mostly regarded me as one would a rodent), my teachers literally just assumed i couldn’t read or write, restricted classes i could enroll in (which restricted my options for colleges and had a huge impact on my further education), had some person follow me around who wouldn’t leave me alone even when i asked her to (which yes. had social repercussions. she was somewhat short lived tho at least) and baby talked to me like i was 5 well into my final year of high school. among other things… and no that didn’t help with anything LMAO it was actually extremely dehumanizing and left me with lasting emotional damage!! (obv if you can’t read or write getting help for that is great but being assumed you can’t do anything on your own and having that ‘help’ mandated to the point where you’re restricted entry into certain CLASSES sucks ass)

anyway all that said i am coming at this from the perspective of a millennial who finished high school in 2010 so for all i know gen z got an entirely different experience

[themainspoon]

If I may be a little unhinged for a second (it's 1:30AM and I'm probably going to regret this tomorrow, full nightposting mode here):

A huge part of why Makima is so hot (ESPECIALLY to Chainsaw Man's target audiance) is because she plays to the desire to be desired in a way that isn't sugarcoated and that is honest about what being an object of desire is.

A lot of men who like women really deeply yearn to be objects of desire. Heterosexuality comes with some extremely strict gender roles. Part of that is the expectation that women are the desired and men are those who desire, at it's most extreme it reaches a point where it could even be said that it's almost a predator prey relationship (remember this).

BTW, I chose the word yearn because it's a desire that within the framework of normative heterosexuality is never fulfilled, and the lack of that is something that really fucks a lot of guys up (even though they won't admit it).

I swear to god this is all on topic just stick with me I'm getting there I promise.

If you look at a whole lot of the romantic and/or sexual wish fulfilment content aimed at (predominantly) straight men you'll see that almost all of it plays to the desire to be desired. Within just anime and manga alone this is a HUGE part of what has given decades of trashy harem garbage (whether it be the "comedy" of the 90's and 2000's or the mass produced Isekai of the modern era) a strong and ravenous audiance. This is also the entire gimmick of that entire collection of romcom anime/manga where the nerdy loner boy has a pretty nice girl randomly take an almost obsessive interest in him. I don't know what to call them but you know which ones I'm talking about. All these things exist to play to the deep (and often repressed) desire to be able to feel desired, to be an object of desire, to not have to play the romantic role society want's you to conform to.

But these works of unrealistic wish fulfilment are just that, and they depict a fantasy of what being an object of desire is like rather that the reality of being a person who is actually forced into that role. To be an object of desire is to be objectified, it is to be made into something to be chased, it is to have those who desire you attempt to take your freedom away, it is to be constantly at risk of violence.

Now we get to my point.

The character of Makima too exists as a form of wish fulfilment for the desire to be desired, but not in a sugarcoated way. In her character all the reality of being an object of desire is preserved. She desires Denji, but only as an object, a tool to satisfy her desires. She controls and manipulates him, she places him in a position where he is at constant risk of violence. The whole country mouse and city mouse part in Chainsaw Man has been analysed to death, but the fact that the cat in that story represents Makima is just another part of this. Denji is only able to defeat her because she fails to see him as a person, only seeing him as a tool.

This does not ruin the fantasy wish fulfilment though, in fact it only makes it stronger. Makima is shown constantly to be capeable of displaying both tenderness and incredible violence. You do not get to be desired without something to desire you, there is no becoming an object without something to objectify you, there can be no prey without a predator.

I should not need to explain to Tumblr users that sex and violence go together like salt and pepper, so I won't. This isn't even getting onto another thing Tumblr should know all about which is the sexual imagery of cannibalism. Don't forget that Denji literally has to eat her in order to defeat her. Also, do not forget that Denji explicitly states that despite everything he cannot make himself hate her, and if you are the target audiance of Chainsaw Man you probabaly can't either.

That's why she's hot. Some people think they get it and don't, while others are on the way, but are too focused on the surface level aesthetic of the violence she commits to gain deeper insight.

I'm not insane, Tatsuki Fujimoto has a fucking type, we know this about him. He has publicly talked about how he likes it when women are cruel to him before. This is not me being weird and horny, the author is being weird and horny, I'm just shining a spotlight on it. It's horny wish fulfilment done so well that normal people mistake the authors barely disguised fetish for a "compelling and well written villan". If you have the right worms in your brain the way she's presented is basically on the same level of subtlety as "big tiddy bimbo's in tight clothes". I'm telepathically comunicating freak 2 freak with Fujimoto rn and he says I'm right so suck shit.

[peachtalia]

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I’m Peach, I’m 23 and I go by they/them, my main is Peach+Fruit+Cake (remove the +’s, I just don’t want it found through keyword searching lol I don’t wanna get judged). I’m an artist and I have a deep interest in occult topics, different cultures and linguistics! Please take note that due to irl health/neurological issues, I may mix things up often so do keep this in mind

More info below the cut

This is my blog for my Hetalia hyperfixation that keeps periodically returning even after a whole decade, I tend to treat the characters more as ocs though. I'm open to making friends who share the same interests as long as you’re being mindful, so feel free to dm me even if I ever take a while!

I don't post nsfw. If whatever I mention does involve nsfw in it such as fics, movies ets I'll mention it as a heads up.

If there’s any issues to discuss or you have any questions or things to clarify with me/correct me on even, feel free to message! I’m always open to talk and I’m not one to snap or be rude unless spoken to rudely first. As long as you come in good faith, we’re cool :•3

While I love hetalia’s characters and the series does entertain me, please note that I’m still very critical of the source material and acknowledge a load of its fuckups loll. This series brings me a load of comfort and nostalgia otherwise. I also have the personal preference of often referring to the characters by their human names most of the time and I like depicting them as people with strong backgrounds in their culture’s traditions, kind of like a human au. I guess u could say a lot of this blog is for my own personal thoughts, ideas, indulgences etc.

example: I like to see Herakles having had a mother who was very involved in curating artifacts and artwork, teaching Greek history and tradition and took a huge part in cultivating Greek ruins. Maybe even some restoration work. And helped in arranging heritage festivals and exhibits. Perhaps she was a university professor

For a lot of the languages and cultures that I post about, please keep in mind that I’m still learning more and more about them and are by no means an expert on any of these topics! This page in a way is moreso for me to document the journey of learning about these things I love so much. I try my best to verify things, but of course I am still prone to mistakes here and there especially with how forgetful and spacey I can sometimes be, so please kindly let me know if I goof anything up!

Oh also you’re not welcome here if you contribute to racism in any way around here. No I don’t give a fuck if you don’t personally consider yourself a racist or “don’t see how xyz is racist/don’t see racism around here” when poc speak up about it. Especially if you’re a white person saying that, take a long hard look at yourself and what it is you’re thinking and saying and either stfu and improve as a person or go jump off a highway bridge thanks. Idgaf if it’s ironic that I’m saying this when talking about hetalia trust me I am Full aware but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna still rightfully shoot at others over it

My fav characters are Yao, Feli, Kiku and Heracles!

Oh also heads up, when it comes to characters I’m more emotionally attached to, I can be super picky and rigid when it comes to ships and I’m not the multishipper type. It’s not like I’m rabid about ships or whatever, it’s just something more personal for me. A form of deeper personal expression ig you could call it as corny asf as that sounds. I only hold these preferences toward the ones I’m emotionally attached to, other than that idgaf. I keep the preference to myself. Be sure to avoid mentally grouping me with negative fans of any of the things I like thanks 👍🏻

Besides that here’s ships that I like lol I’ve been obsessed with these as a child and still really like to this day!

- Kiku Honda x Herakles Karpouzi

(Heracles Karpusi is the popular spelling around here ik but I like to keep it accurate to the actual Greek romanization.) This one is my main fav atm! I’m not personally comfy seeing either of them with other characters romantically due to my strong preference so I hope you can respect that ( ¨̮ ) and yeah lol I went insanely hard for them back in the day

- Yao Wang x Ivan Braginsky

I love this one a lot and always have and sometimes re enter a period of obsessing over it lololol

- Feliciano Vargas x Ludwig Beilschmidt

Basic lol ik they’re cute, it was my first love like with every other guy here haha I don’t focus on them as much as I did as a kid though

[laurellerual]

Hey!

As a person who only recently started a second reading of ASOIAF and is thus finally appreciating some characters I initially overlooked (like Arya), I would love to know what you think about her and Sandor. I’ve seen many people portray them as an almost father/daughter duo, but I think this was an idea which was partially amplified by the show. I hesitate at forming clearer thoughts because I think the Hound is very clearly Arya’s abuser, but I can also see some affection there.

Why do you think did she refuse to grant him the gift of mercy?

Please don’t feel obligated to elaborate if you don’t want to! I’m interested in what you think, but fully understand if you’d rather not bring up the topic.

Thanks for reading this anyway! And (also for today’s art! Brought a huge smile to my face.)

Thanks a lot for the compliments. I'ill try to answer you as best as I can.

The dynamic between Sandor and Arya is often twisted, softening it into a father-daughter one. We are human and we like to simplify and box concepts, even narrative ones. So after a while some time has passed from your last reading you start to forget how abusive and scary and violent the Hound really is towards this girl he kidnapped and with little effort you get them to fit into the hugely popular trope ' badass and child duo'.

The show also and above all contributed to this distortion. In general, Arya's journey has been tailored in a way that makes her experience more adventurous and less horrific. Then came someone who had the great idea of cutting short the time that she spends with the Brotherhood to give more space to the Hound.

I leave you the links of two examples of scenes that have changed the characterization of these two, from books to show: the coin and the crossroads inn.

Going back to the books I think it's important to remember how Arya thinks of Sandor first and foremost as the killer who slaughtered an innocent child who was her friend. She hates him. Her feelings become more complicated when Sandor begins to show her the most basic human decency by not selling her to the enemies of the Starks.

But let's not delude ourselves, it's not his good heart that pushes him. the Hound has committed treason against the crown, he's not stupid, he knows perfectly well that if he goes back to the Lannisters to sold Arya, they'll kill him.

In my opinion Arya doesn't kill Sandor to make him suffer, but not only that. She can't bring herself to kill him. I think she fails to recognize that at this moment in her life she sees herself in the Hound's dark worldview because she is at her lowest point: alone, orphaned, homeless, aimless.

I think it's normal to have mixed feelings about the Hound. We experience all of this from Arya's POV and she has the same mixed feelings. There is no simple answer. But one thing I can tell you: she is not "his stupid son!".

Final rant: I can't stand him. Oh wow a grown man who knows more than a 10 year old girl, do you want a prize? You don't even hand her over to the people who orphaned her! And every now and then you feed her! Pat pat Sandor, they should make you a saint! Fuck you.

I wish you a good reread!

[seewetter]

"maybe not my post to reply to"

The corner of the internet where you can't respond to a open public internet discussion is somewhere else.

"but did everyone just forget about homophobia and biphobia and cis gay and bi men who are femme/gnc?"

No?

"cause femme gay/bi cis men get misgendered to the point where it's a trope?? being called ladies or girls or she to imply they are not men? they are also definitely perceived as being creepy and perverted, that's like a huge thing? they get called pedos constantly… sissy is a category of porn that emasculates cis gay/bi men… if a cis gnc gay/bi man wears the wrong clothes or anything that can be considered drag there are states setting him up to have his kids taken away and even some that are lining up to having castrations done bc he'd be considered a ""sex offender"" for it…"

Absolutely. Our discussion so far has explicitly involved Julia Serano, the academic that coined the term transmisogyny. In Serano's work, femme queer men are explicitly mentioned as targets of transmisogyny.

But femme queer guys are not perceived as "cutting their dicks off". They are misgendered to hurt them or based on misunderstandings, but they are not the intended target of concepts like autogynephilia or bathroom bills that involve the "male sexual predator" trope. The blogs of femme queer guys aren't mysteriously disappearing on this website. Femme queer guys don't get murdered with near the same amount of frequency by their romantic partners as trans women or non-binary transfem people do. Femme queer guys are not a mainstream heterosexual exploitation porn category named after a slur. You get the idea.

"cis gay/bi men are still seen as destroying western civilization and you can see that every time the conservatives cannibalize a gay man who tries to be on their side. it will never work because they despise gay and bisexual men and want them to die lmaooo…"

That depends on cultural context.

In the United States, cis queer guys like the Log Cabin Republicans constantly get undermined by a form of conservatism that has been called the "Leopards eating people's faces party" or the "Death Cult". Similarly in countries that U.S. preachers have influenced, like Uganda, of where Victorian lawmakers have successfully influenced public perception of gay people, like Zimbabwe, there is rampant homophobia.

But even in a U.S. setting, you have people like the CEO of a social media site you are on right now while reading this saying that he has gay and lesbian and trans friends to defend from the accusation that a lot of transfem people are being terminated. Yes, non-transfem also got terminated...but only when they spoke up on behalf of transfems.

So queer femme guys are not exactly in the same hot water.

"also what the fuck do you mean that cis men won't have to worry they'll be unwelcome in women's bathrooms??? you think the bathroom bills that make you use bathrooms according to your birth sex don't affect cis men?? like if a cis man goes into the women's bathroom to pee, you think they'll let him off if he promises "oh no officer i'm really truly not being a creep or a perv and i am absolutely a man!!!" given that he could just as easily be a trans man with surgery and documents or they can just straight up think he's a sex offender? lmao"

I see where you are coming from, perhaps I didn't word my post carefully enough:

you are right that bathroom bills affect all men

you are right that bathroom bills are often instituted with rhetoric suggesting that men are the problem -- Ted Cruz for example explicitly rejected the idea that trans women are the danger but then warned of cis male bathroom predators

But I've clarified this to other people asking about my post already: a few years ago there was an ironic incident where male lawmakers passed a bathroom bill and on the same day used the women's bathroom because the male bathroom was broken. More importantly, the idea of a man using a women's bathroom is in many places perceived as exceptional: he must have some reason, so best not to bother him as long as he is just going to the bathroom stall and acting normally. Even if he makes a habit of going to women's rooms, as long as he behaves himself, a lot of people (who will go aggro over trans women) will not say anything. But a "man in a dress" using a bathroom is assumed to be a pervert. A femme queer man might get in the same amount of trouble, but only if he is assumed to be a trans woman. Otherwise people may even perceive him as safe: perhaps this man, who wouldn't harass girls anyway, is accompanying a female friend? Or maybe he's hiding from the machos in the girls bathroom. People often have more understanding for that than for transfem people that they perceive as mentally delusional and sex-obsessed.

"why do you think cis men just experiment with femininity? there are cis men who are gnc until the day they die. they were there at stonewall and they're still around?"

I agree, but have no idea what you are responding to.

"woman as the only valid gender identity that has to be centered at all times is pure radical feminist theory that they devised to keep trans women/drag queens/crossdressers/gnc/gq/nb people out of ""bio woman"" spaces lmao. why do we want to perpetuate that??"

Again, I have no idea what you are talking about.

I don't believe & didn't say that woman is the only valid gender identity

I don't believe & didn't say that woman has to be centered at all times

I don't believe & didn't say that trans women/drag queens/crossdressers/gnc/gq aka nb people should be kept out of "bio women's" spaces

I have no idea what I'm being accused of perpetuating or why

"y'all just spit in the faces of gnc gay/bi men who were activists drag queens from stonewall and on. they worked to forward transgender/transsexual rights and the rights to be themselves and dress how they want in favor of just centering woman as an identity. just the word woman and nothing else. it doesn't mean anything lol."

gender-non-conforming queer guys matter, even if they had been absent from Stonewall or were doing bad activism. I care about them and their rights

I know that cis drag queens worked for trans rights. Drag Queens were prime targets during the recent right-wing American backlash against drag events - them being cis did not make them less of a target in that instance

Crucially, Drag Queens are pursuing a hobby, they are not forced to detransition and are not documented by the state -- so they are in less danger than (a significant chunk of) the trans community is.

I have no idea if drag queens are as much a target to right-wingers as trans women are -- who is more oppressed is less important to me than that everyone's needs are taken care of.

I don't even use the term gender identity and I am in favour of concepts like transandrophobia, so were you are hallucinating this version o me that wants to center women in every conversation is beyond me

How dare I say you piss on the poor!

"cis men are tme" - I think I have some problems with this idea but I'm not sure they make sense. I don't think cis men as a whole are 100% tme bc. I went to an extremely conservative religious high school. In places like that, being anything close to feminine as a man, even if you were 100% cishet, was absolutely unacceptable. Like you would be bullied by your peers and staff for just. DARING to use a pink pen in class. If that isn't a form of transmisogyny that affects cis men, idk what is.

No one is TME.

[angelofthenight]

Last Man Alive Pt.17

(Dano!Riddler x Reader)

(Link to list of chapters)

Warnings: Edward is a yandere, Dark themes, First half is a flashback from YN’s POV, Uncomfortable interaction, Stalking

Word Count: 2.3k

~

The second time (Y/n) saw the Riddler it was the morning four days after meeting him at the bus stop. She pushed open the see-through door to enter her favorite coffee shop and walked straight up to the cashier, there were usually not many people there in the morning. The cashier who has taken her order for the past three years smiled at the recognizable face. “The same?” She asked with a thick Serbian accent, her finger ready to plug in the order on the cash register.

“Yup, but could I also get a large vanilla iced latte with skim milk and a medium hot caramel coffee?” (Y/n) responded friendly, adding her boyfriend and best friends’ orders while getting her cash ready from her wallet. She usually always paid with cash instead of card for this coffee shop since she liked to tip the workers that made her daily coffee. After paying, taking the receipt, and dropping two single dollars and the rest of her change in the red clear plastic cup meant for tips, she walked around the border to wait at the side where you were supposed to pick up your order.

She stood patiently and was about to pull out her phone after taking a look around the shop, checking to see who else was there, but her eyes froze on the sitting form of the familiar lanky man. He was sitting at a small table made for two by himself, him sitting in the face that allowed him to face her. He didn’t seem to notice her as his eyes were casted down at today’s newspaper, it folded to the crossword puzzle page, next to the cardboard coffee cup.

She had the mind to just avoid him before he looked up but she decided to take the friendly route. She turned all the way around to face him, “Oh my god, what a small city!” She said with a peppy tune in her voice. He looked up at her and instantly smiled, putting his pen down with a small chuckle. “It really is. I didn’t know you liked this coffee shop.” He said with an awkward shrug.

(Y/n) shrugged back with a humored grin. “It’s my favorite.” A gasp sucked into his throat, his hand resting on his chest with a look of pleasant surprise. “Mine too.” ‘He’s probably an afternoon customer.’ (Y/n) guessed in her head since she’d recognize any regular that came in the morning. “I come here so often that all the workers know my order.” She said with a faint giggle, jabbing her thumb over to where the cashier was making her drinks.

“Well you’re a pretty hard face to forget.” He said calmly, looking up at her with soft eyes which made that uncomfy feeling crawl up her back again.

Her smile was frozen in uncomfortable awkwardness, not knowing what else to say. She just had to wait a little until her drinks were ready, maybe even the cashier would notice the situation and call her over. But she remembered how good she was at masking her uncomfortableness out of kindness.

“So where are you off to?” The man asked, closing his newspaper and resting his arms on top of it with an innocent smile. Fuck, she knew she was fucked when he closed his paper to shift his full attention to her. His eyes quickly glanced to the empty seat across from him on the square shaped table. ‘Fuck, does he want me to sit down with him. Fuck, this is so awkward.’ (Y/n) sweated in her mind.

Before she got the chance to move a muscle, the cashier placed the cardboard cup holder full of three drinks on the pickup counter and tapped the bell to alert her of her ready order. (Y/n) felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders as she gave the man a glance before walking over to pick up her order. She returned back to him with an apologetic smile. He tried to tell her something but she cut him off again. “I’m really sorry, I can’t stay and chat. My friend and my boyfriend are waiting for me outside.”

She motioned toward the glass window where her friend and boyfriend stood outside the car, waving to her with smiles when they saw her through the coffee shop window. She smiled jovially and waved back. She looked back down to the man who wore a dumbfounded expression on his round face as he stared at the people who played significant roles in her life. He almost looked like a serial killer with that look.

“A buh-boyfriend.” He stuttered under his breath, his eyes still casted over to the two outside. (Y/n) nodded with her smile still remaining friendly. “Well, nice to see you again!” She said with a small wave of her fingers directed toward him once his dark eyes returned to her, shifting into something brighter. She turned on her heel and headed for the door but just as she was about to use her hip to push the door open, the man rushed over, almost tripping over his own feet as he scrambled up next to her to push the door open.

He gave her a cheesy grin as he held it open outside wide enough for her to come through. She gifted him a thankful smile, muttering a soft ‘thank you’ as she slid past him. Her shoulder grazed his chest as she squeezed through, choosing to ignore his little squeak when contact was made.

“Muh-My name is Ed-Edward!” He blurted out with rosy cheeks when she was about to pass him to get to her car around the corner. “I’m (Y/n).” She replied to Edward before finally getting to pass him, merely missing the sound of his nose sucking in an inhale. She rounded the corner with a hurried steps, not wanting to keep her friends waiting, and made it to the car with a duo giving thanks’. She handed them both their specific drinks before getting into the passenger's seat, (R/n) got into the drivers and (B/n) got in the back.

“Who was that guy you were talking to?” (R/n) asked as she started the car. (Y/n) shrugged stirring her drink with a light shake, “I don’t know him, just a recurring stranger I keep running into.” She said without much thought or care.

(B/n) blew on the surface of his hot coffee before his eyes looked over to his car door window. A gulp flooded down his throat when the tall, lanky man his girlfriend had previously talked to had an ominous glare pinpointed specifically at him.

(Y/n) looked around her seat to look back at her boyfriend to see his unsettled face. She frowned, “You okay?” His eyes bounced to hers, him shaking out a nod, “Yeah, just tired.” She didn’t look convinced but gave him a smile before handing him her coffee, squeezing through the front two seats to get to the back. She plopped next to her boyfriend with a cheesy smile and looked at him with true adoring love.

She took her coffee from his hand then wrapped her arm around his, snuggling into his side as his cheeks brightened to a dark pink. He still got flustered after all this time, hopefully he’d get over it after he proposed.

~

Those were the only two interactions (Y/n) had with Edward outside of his mask. But those were over a year ago. They occurred in the same week of last year’s summer. Was that really how long he had been pining after her?

She followed closely behind Batman as they walked up the steps of the apartment to the room that was filled with cops and detectives. She was scared to go in, scared to see where the disgusting monster resided, scared to see how he lived. She almost puked when she finally did enter the apartment. From both the smell and the sight.

A wave of bad odor hit her right in the face when she walked in. It was awful, she could barely even describe it. Rot, sweat, blood was the best way she could compare it to. It smelled worse than the Riddler himself did. Even after learning his name, she refused to use it. She thought it humanized him too much.

The sight of his apartment was almost overwhelming, it was dark and messy and not a single space on the walls were left to be seen. His murky walls were absolutely covered in papers and pictures. Gordon had given her latex gloves to touch what she pleased, then she departed from Batman and squeezed her way through two cops to take a closer look at one of the walls when something caught her eye. There was so much going on on the wall as her eyes examined it. There were polaroid photos of her taken from a distance, like her waiting to cross the street, her setting up a sign outside her workplace, her at the park. Hell, there was even one of her at the history museum.

Her pupils shrunk at the photos, how often did he follow her around. She felt her stomach drop from the thought of her rarely ever being alone, he was almost always there. Watching from a distance. Ever since the second murder, she’s developed scopophobia which made her paranoia and neurosis worse.

Her eyes traveled more around the wall around the photos. There were lists pinned on the wall filled with her specific interests, going very deep in the specific route. There were other lists of a pattern on how she dressed and what he speculated her favorite clothing items were based off his research and observations. There were small maps also pinned to the wall, she recognized the places that were circled as the places she frequently visited like her coffee shop, clothing stores, gas stations, drug stores, grocery stores, libraries, restaurants, little shops, etc.

It made her sick and uncomfortable yet confused. How could someone dedicate all of their time to studying her and her life like she was some kind of rare animal. She didn’t find herself that interesting to keep Edward so engaged and hyper focused on her everyday life, even she got bored of her own life sometimes.

His tables and desks were piled with hundreds of notebooks and binders, crates of video tapes rested under them. She didn’t want to know what those tapes contained, for the sake of her own sanity. (Y/n) walked as she looked at his walls but stopped when a different wall had a different format. Pictures of her friends, coworkers, her roommate, her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend were pinned to the wall with schedules surrounding them.

A complex mania of nightmarish fear rose in her throat, her lips and breath trembling, her body would’ve collapsed if she didn’t force herself to walk again. She held her stomach as she realized she was next to his bed. It was just as disgusting as the rest of the apartment. The pillow and sheets were stained with god knows what and it was positioned right next to the window. She tilted her head at the standing binocular set on the window sill.

She looked around the room before deciding to see what the binoculars were directed towards. With a grossed out cringe, she pressed a knee on his mattress to get across his bed to look through the window. It was directly right across from the other apartment building across the street. She squinted in familiarity until her eyes snapped open wider.

His apartment was directly across from her old apartment, the same floor, both of their bedroom windows lined perfectly

Her breath vanished in a hitch, almost choking on the spot as her heart felt like it was being pushed to the back of her ribcage. A blue funk loomed over her form like her inquietude phobia. She couldn’t tell if her hands were frozen or shaking, her bones going too numb for her to tell. Her dry lips managed to whisper out, “He lived right across from me this whole time.”

She was the kind of neighbor who rarely closed her curtains, she just never did for some reason. During the day it was too dark in the apartment without natural light and during the night the fresh, cool, nighttime air felt nice. She did a lot of things in her room. Changed clothes, danced, exercise, yoga, etc. All those memories she thought back to were consumed with a darkness now that she knew Edward was directly across from her for it all, like she was his favorite TV show.

Was there ever a moment where she was truly alone? Did she truly never have privacy? He watched her in her apartment through her window and he followed her when she went outside. He’s even hacked into her devices.

She wanted to scream. Her peaceful memories were corrupted by the additional pair of eyes that concentratedly watched her without her knowledge.

Batman noticed her looking out the window and carefully approached her. “What is it?” (Y/n)’s lips were still parted in painful shock but lifted her finger to point horizontally. “That’s my old apartment, he could see straight into my room this entire time.” She said quietly with a quake in the undertone of her voice.

Batman leaned down to look at where she was pointing, his eyes slightly widening and his gut sinking in sympathy for the poor girl who could never catch a break from all of this mentally scarring mayhem.

“Why is he like this? What is wrong with him?” (Y/n) whispered sadly to herself with a hinted streak of antipathy. She wasn’t asking Batman so she wasn’t expecting an answer from his quiet presence. She was just asking the world, not wanting an answer that would condemn the Riddler’s actions but some sort of clarification that could explain why does what he does to her.

What was so special about her that made this sick psychopath so intensely obsessed with her?

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[tragictrainmen]

Hello. I don't post in fandom often but I've gotta put in my two cents. Yes. It is me. The Ingo Hisui team headcanon dude. I made a whole ass side blog. 😔

Ngl I think that Emmet reaching the 'he's dead' closure is a compelling path to take, and one I think a lot of people are just- avoiding because of a fear of grief. But listen ok lemme explain.

Tw: I'm going to talk about real trauma now. Including death (albeit vaguely)

Like- ok. What if it has been 10 years? Let's look at this based on reality. Not some 'Emmet has to hold on!' 'Emmet would go crazy looking everywhere!!' bullshit. Like. Let me put this plainly for those who have been lucky enough not to lose someone you love.

I have lost loved ones. And not just because of death. I don't talk about this. But I relate to the Submas twins because I have personally been separated- abruptly- from my siblings with very little contact. I literally didn't see or talk to one of them for 2 straight years (she still lives in another state miles away to this day.) On top of this, I just watched my mom's best friend lose her husband 6 months ago. I've watched this woman's journey through that grief and trauma. Hell, I lost my grandfather 5 years ago. I'm lucky to still have my grandma in my life at 29.

So...Yes. The pain of losing the person you care about is horrific. The pain of having the world come between you and someone you thought you'd never lose? My sister isn't even dead. But the 8 years of separation have been a permanent and unchanging part of our lives. It hurt. We mourned her like she died. There are 5 of us and I only introduce 4. The 5th one isn't here. She will never be here. I am not exaggerating when I say I know for a fact she will never come back home.

And listen- I'm saying this as someone who's had Eight years to grieve. The truth is.. after that second year... You move on. Whether you want to or not.

Your brain adjusts to the fact that something that big in your life is no longer there. You have a paradigm shift, and the repetivity of the days in which you must exist without them become your new normal. Year 3 and memories are rarer. They don't hurt like they used to. You don't wince anymore. 5 years and the memories are something you hold fondly, but no longer occur without prompt. 10 years? You've reached a new normal. No matter how painful it was. It's old news now. The hurt just. Isn't there.

Like. I can talk about my sister being separated comfortably because I have had 8 years to reach this point. I literally forget she exists. And I'm only ashamed to say this because there are people out there who just. Don't know that this is normal. Who would read that sentence and call me a monster. My grandpa only died 5 years ago and. I just don't even feel anything painful when I say it. It's a fact I've moved past. A benchmark in my life.

So what I want to say is- Imagine it's been 10 years now. An Emmet that's moved through this. Gone to therapy even. Because fuck. I did. Losing a close sibling is traumatic. But he's an adult. He has a job and a life. Maybe this curt, polite, maybe even a little peppy veteran trainer even trained the next successors for the battle subway and has retired. He's talked about fondly and is hugely respected.

(Talk about Ingo adopting Akari what about Emmet being the cool older sensei dude in every coming of age 90's training montage. Hello kinda strict but soft-hearted weird new dad)

An Emmet that's accepted that there's only one now. And he has to be okay with that. He is okay with that. He has learned to be Emmet without Ingo and still be a whole person.

I know it hurts to think about. That for many people, moving on is it's own form of pain. From Ingo? terrifying. But... Can you Imagine that Emmet.... Seeing Ingo again? As two older men who have had 10 years to learn to be themselves confidently without the other for wildly different reasons, finally getting to fill a hole they both accepted was behind a closed door. Locked for good?

Ok like. So for me? That's a concept worth rotating in my head. That has so much potential. For fresh grief, but even better.. imagine the utter disbelief, the joy. There's so much to unpack after 10 years, and they still have the next 40 years of their lives together. Together. Having someone bury the word alone after 10 years of carrying it on your shoulders. The sweet relief of being two halves of a whole after thinking there really was only one. Emmet being emotionally mature about Ingo's memory and having a new goal after all these years of retirement...

I could go on.

Think about it.

Disclaimer: I know about the XX explanation and I don't even personally headcanon Ingo has been gone this long. I just think... It's worth approaching. It's worth letting your brain chew on. Don't shy away from it. Grief can be ok actually. Moving on from grief is not bad. It is a part of life.

[katsukikitten]

Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.

Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!

Asshole!

He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?

Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!

That fucking asshole.

He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.

So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.

You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.

Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"

And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.

A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.

Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."

Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.

"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"

Ugh totally fucking cringe.

There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.

But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.

"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."

Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.

Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.

You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.

As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.

He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.

It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.

For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.

Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.

"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.

"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.

His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.

By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.

This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.

What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.

Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.

"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."

He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.

He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.

A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.

A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.

The fucking Red Riot.

Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.

Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.

"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.

Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.

"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."

Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.

Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.

"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."

Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.

"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"

You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.

Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.

"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"

For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.

But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.

His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.

"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."

[staravya]

more thoughts on this bc joker holding hands with his friends is very important to me.

first of all: logistics. this is a yaldy curse ofc. something something incentive to make your bonds stronger blah blah. not touching a confidant starts him off with a headache that builds into a migraine that develops into debilitating agony where he just Cannot Move. point a to point b is about 30 min, point b to point c is about an hour.

at first joker was like. okay ig (thank you mona sleeping next to his face) but very quickly realized it fucking sucks (standing alone in the bathroom brushing his teeth has never felt like it's taken so long).

mona finds out first bc joker was basically keeling over in the middle of class until a little paw reaches out from the desk to touch joker's shaking hand. he's a huge blessing bc joker can just stick his arm in his bag/desk and pet him all the time. he gets snuck into even more places now (bathhouse time is pushed fairly late to avoid anyone seeing them. mona allows this bc he knows being clean is important bc cat instincts) and sometimes they give up on subtlety and just let mona sit on his shoulders, fur pressed against the back of his neck.

ryuji is great bc he's already v casually physical with his buddies. hes always down to sling an arm around joker and takes notice when he's super tense w pain and abruptly relaxes/melts when they bump shoulders etc. chronic pain buddies. aside from mona ryuji is the one joker is the most comfortable/confident actually initiating touch with.

ann likes hooking their arms together when hanging out and adjusts a bit so theyre also holding hands or at least resting their hands together. sometimes in class she'll slide a hand back for him to lean forward and silently high-five, just for fun. and for necessity during the start of the okumura arc.

yusuke likes to use his hands a lot and occasionally forgets that hes supposed to be holding on to joker and drops him but once he gets into the habit he sometimes co-ops joker's hand for his own (holding his wrist). they each use a hand to frame something, etc. more dramatic poses! and art together. one hand over the other when arting.

makoto is very professional ab it, or trying to be. at first she didn't even realize it was anything beyond a team building exercise until it was explained to haru lmao. she just assumed joker likes having people with him (not wrong). touchy feely isnt her niche but shes one of the better strategists for fight choreography (the other being sumi).

futaba opts for Poking! this happens most often in leblanc but still does happen in saferooms whenever she wants jokers attention and/or thinks its been a while since he was last touching anyone.

haru is probably the one joker is most cautious of reaching out to for a variety of reasons (guilt re: father, concern re: one of their first meetings is her flinching from someone grabbing her, etc.) but she doesn't mind at all. she's more inclined to brief touches as they pass, etc. rather than extended ones but she reaches out p often.

akechi cannot fucking believe this is a Thing. but he plays along. no reaching out from him, just casual leans when he notices it's been a while since anyone's made contact w their illustrious leader that so happen to involve their ungloved hands brushing. if they get into a mini competition of trying to push into each other later on thats between them. theyre so normal.

sumi doesnt know this is a thing until third sem but she's been helping w/o knowing it. she isnt in group rhythmic gymnastics but she has a better sense of movement and form than the thieves so when joker wants to discuss options for movement while staying in contact w a partner she has ideas ab it. also you know that post about ballerinas being delighted that miles morales might be able to throw them into the ceiling? that. bc metaverse str + grappling hook.

anyway, metaverse! joker gets into the habit of taking his gloves off when they enter. im going with the sleeveless interpretation for convenience here (please picture him leaning on various part members in safe rooms with his jacket off. easy and casual way to stay in contact). he will hold hands w one of the frontline members whenever possible, and is used to kind of being the baton in baton passes lmao.

madarame moment when joker is alone is Stressful but doesnt last long enough to be ruinous thankfully.

mona was Not thinking when he ditched and one of the first things they needed to sort was Who Wants To Have A Sleepover. makoto is still under the impression this is just to make joker feel better/teamwork. yusuke ends up sleeping over bc hes done it before, though he has to leave early. it's a very miserable time regardless. futaba ends up coming over to help him actually survive the morning. ann helps him survive class.

interrogation room joker is really fucking out of it due to drugs and everything hurts. sae briefly resets it by trying to test his temperature when he's too zoned out to respond to her. and again when taking him out of the place.

the curse dissolves with yaldy and allegedly the metaverse. still, when akechi struts over at xmas he offers his gloveless hand to shake. great cover akechi, real smooth.

by the time 1/1 happens joker's practically dizzy from the lack of pain. everything feels floaty. mona isn't even there to pet. he kind of vaguely drifts through the day. akechi grabs his arm to haul him out of the cafe and thats the most awake hes felt. laundromat conversation happens while they r holding hands and ignoring it. akechi still does his gesturing and posing, just with joker attached.

the habit sticks through third sem even though it's not needed.

[deepest sigh in the world] brain took another au/idea and ran w it to my current interest p5. again. bc thats what it does these days.

anyway i was contemplating those "narcolepsy when you're not touching someone you love" curses as a branching thought off of showtimes/baton passes because battle choreography is not something i particularly enjoy writing thoughit is very fun to imagine in my head. but that axes a whooooole lot of stuff even if i assume mona sitting on joker's shoulders counts enough to wake him. pivot to intense disassociation instead. not quite what i want. pivot to Pain tm. the classic. that works. an intensifying headache the longer he isnt holding hands w a confidant. great.

but the best feature is that it gets inverted when third semester happens. nothing hurts, yay. but everything feels even less real. and thats where he starts disassociating. thumbs up emoji.

[littlesniggy]

Hi! Love your writing my dear ❤️ I was wondering if I can request head cannons with Marco, thatch, crocodile and Rayleigh with fem readers (separate) . They are having sexy time and then there crew mates walk in during the sexy time and fem reader is in a certain positions (any positions ) reaction from both parties.. thank you so much ! ☺️

Hey Anon! Thank you for requesting! This was a very interesting request and I enjoyed writing for them. I'm also a huge Rayleigh fan so glad to get a request for him this time!! I have no idea what Thatch was like since I never really cared for him (sorry) so I hope it somewhat fits what I wrote.

Warning: 18+, nsfw

Characters: Marco, Thatch, Sir Crocodile, Rayleigh

Marco

Marco usually has not that much free time to fool around with you but when he does it’s always quick but intense. He loves to make love to you even when it’s just a quicky and he is usually pretty careful as to not get caught. But even he can be forgetful, especially when your legs are wrapped around his waist so perfectly, giving him the perfect angle to drive his dick into you.

Neither of you hears how the door to the small room opens, too occupied with panting and quiet moaning. Your forehead rests against his strong shoulder and his hands are gripping your thighs tightly, pushing his member inside of you over and over again, the dirty sound of skin on skin filling the room.

It takes you two to realize your new audience simply because he is just standing there in shock, not knowing what to do. Ace always has something to say – just not right now. It doesn’t happen often that he catches the two of you in a compromising position; to be exact, it’s the first time!

But as much as he is in shock, you are terrified. I mean, it’s a pretty intimate position and most people like to keep this part of their life private. Marco is also shocked but it doesn’t take long for him to get his composure back. Good thing is, he is covering your body with his, so Ace doesn’t really see your naked form and he doesn’t really care that Ace sees him naked.

“When you’re done staring would you please leave yoi?” he’d ask, voice even and with no embarrassment. Is it awkward to face Ace after this again? Yes. Does Marco really care about it? Probably not and neither should you. Ace, however, will probably avoid the two of your for the next couple of days but it’ll go away.

Thatch

He’s a very open man when it comes to most aspects of his life and if both you and him would be okay with it he would have no problem someone watching (no sharing though!!). He likes to show you off to his crew mates, not in a tasteless way like “oh, look at how hot my partner is!” but rather in s more subtle way like moving his hands along your curves while he is talking to someone, diverting their attention to your body (you probably wouldn’t even notice he dies this on purpose sometimes).

I can also see him being the kind of lover to give oral rather than receive it. So, when the two of you are alone in a room, he probably coaxes you into allowing him to give you head, telling you that he wants to spoil you for no reason. In reality, it’s all just self-serving since he loves your taste and especially the sounds you make while he tongue-fucks you.

He likes to tease you a little while giving head and one of the things he does is have you stand on one leg, the other one is draped over his shoulder and you have to keep balance and not collapse onto the ground. He just loves to see your thigh quiver right next to his face.

This is also the position you two get caught in; him on his knees in front of you, his tongue eagerly fucking your core, one of your hands tangled in his locks and your mouth biting down on your other one to muffle your moans. So, given your position, you’re the one to see the intruder first and you’re horrified, to say the least. A loud squeak that sound unnatural coming from you in this position has Thatch alarmed and one quick look over his shoulder has him cover your body immediately.

“Don’t you ever knock before entering a room, Marco?” he asks, a small scowl on his face. Marco is not as shocked as Ace in this situation and he finds his composure rather quickly. “Sorry. Didn’t know this room was already occupied yoi.” He says with a grin before he leaves the room, not looking at you to save you from more embarrassment.

“Did it just turn you on when he saw us like this?” he asks, of course noticed you clenching around his tongue. This doesn’t deserve an answer and you push him down between your legs again, wanting him to finish what he’s started. You wouldn’t tell him weather you liked it or not – at least not yet.

Sir Crocodile

It would be very difficult to actually catch the two of you in a compromising position. Sir Crocodile is a man who likes to keep most of his live to himself, even Nico Robin doesn’t know half of it! So, naturally, he also only has sexy times with you in his private chambers. But there are times which are rare and far in between, where he lets you seduce him in a more ‘public’ area (still inside his private domain!).

In the contrary to Thatch, he likes to receive oral rather than give it and every time you seduce him in starts with you between his legs while he sits in a chair, smoking a cigar. He makes sure not to drop any of the ashes onto your head though. It’s dirty and nothing else. Plus, he doesn’t want you complain to him about it.

He loves hearing the lewd slurping sounds you make when you take him between your lips, the small choking sounds when you try and take him in even deeper and your small, muffled moans while you do. He can’t help but get turned on by it even more.

He probably knows that someone is approaching the door way before it actually opens – and he does nothing to stop you. Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t like being walked in while you deep throat him but you just had to seduce him so you had to live with the consequences.

“Nico Robin. Can’t you see that I’m busy?” he asks in his usual dragged tone, a small simile on his lips. When you hear her name you instinctively try to get off of him but the hook on the back if your head doesn’t let you. He is not too keen on Nico Robin seeing his dick so naturally, he has you cover it with your mouth. You feel the heat come up in your face and you want nothing more than to just disappear but you have to sit through.

“Oh my, you should’ve told me that in advance. Now I’ve caught you two in a quite compromising position. I apologize.” You hear her say but you know she doesn’t feel one bit remorseful and neither does Crocodile. They have just a way higher tolerance for embarrassment than you do. When the door clicks, indicating she’s left the room, the man lets you come up again, letting you take in a deep breath. “Next time, maybe you should think twice about wanting to fuck you anywhere else but the bedroom.”

Silvers Rayleigh

Rayleigh is an open man and he rarely, if never, feels shame when it comes to his personal life. He doesn’t go around telling everyone about him and his sex life but if someone (he knows) asks or more likely wants to have some tips or advise he is glad to give it to them. When it comes to details about his sex life he is like a book with seven seals. He can talk about his experience in general but not what he does with you in the bedroom. It’s just common decency.

He loves to flirt with you on deck in front of the crew and he also kisses you from time to time but anything more intimate is reserved for the bedroom (or anywhere else, really). He’s quite some experience, even during his younger days. He doesn’t sleep around a lot but if he wanted someone, he usually got them. Because of this, he got to explore some kinks and his most favorite is you in blindfolds. It’s nothing special but it really does it for him.

He also likes the reverse cowgirl when you’re wearing the blindfolds. Given, he doesn’t see you wearing them but the knowledge that you’re completely relying on him turns him on. When he can hold your hips while you move on top of him, your ass always in sight; that’s just the best.

Just like Crocodile, he knows when someone is approaching the room but in this particular moment he wasn’t fast enough to bring you underneath him to cover you with his body and Roger just marches in, wanting to tell Rayleigh something. When he sees you two in this position, he’s already out of the room, not uttering a single word and Rayleigh has never been so glad that you were wearing blindfolds.

You’re confused as to why he stopped thrusting up into you. “Why did you stop?” you pant and he just chuckles a little. “No reason. Just appreciating the view.” He lies, not wanting to bother you with the thought of your captain not only seeing you naked but also you fucking yourself on Rayleigh’s dick. He knows Roger will never mention it and like hell he would bring it up. It will cause nothing but trouble