#rope ak

[yokohangry]

Earthspirit and Rope.

ES E2 art is wearing skirt, but I swear her E1 is shorts.

[yandere-wishes]

OMG THE DAMIAN X CATGIRL ONE WAS SO GOOD I NEED CATWOMAN TO ADOPT A WHOLE LITTER. Soooo imagine AK Jason Todd with a catwoman of his own? Having fun until Jason got stuck and torture at the asylum, only to come back to find that Catwoman have Tim as the new Robin? 🥺.

Because seeing this it just fuels he's hate towards the new Robin for 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 HIS catwoman away. Pain to Batman, pain to the new Robin, and now he's bringing it to HER. Hey would she recognize him with the the helmet on? Who knows? 🤷‍♂️

This is an idea I want to write, love u wishes ❤️

NO CAUSE I'VE BEEN SO OBSESSED WITH THIS IDEA!!!!!! It is literally everything!! Poor Jason can't catch a break not only has Batman, his mentor, his father, replaced him! But you! The only girl he's ever loved, someone he's been connected to on such a spiritual level since taking up his mantle. Even you have forgotten him, even you have forsaken him! Oh yeah, definitely pain to reader 😠😠

I want you to be measurable too...

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He'd spent the better days of his boyhood, hanging by the thin metallic thread of a grappling hook. Swinging, feet first from rooftop to rooftop. Muscles taut, body coiled around the rope like a snake around a baobab tree.

He'd read The Little Prince last night, that's how he learned of such marvelous grandiose arbors. Trees that breach the mind, that grow tall enough to shadow Wayne Tower. We wonders if Bruce will take him to Africa one day, he wonders if his mentor will show him the baobab trees. If they'll feel cool and brambly under his palm.

Jason lands on the Museum's roof. Prying through the skylight watching as you kneel by your mentor, your mother. Greedily shoving colorful diamonds into fabric bags. Even in the dark, he's half mesmerized by the fluid motion of your body, the way your muscles flex so smoothly. His breath hitches in his throat too engrossed in the moment.

It's not the baobab trees that Jason thinks of when he sees you.

Instead, it's a rose. Not roses, plural, rose singular. As the rose the little prince had. The thing he cherished more than his own life. The thing he'd die for over and over again.

He hears Bruce land behind him. The moment gone evaporating like morning dew upon red petals. He straightens, ready, he has a job to do, a father to impress.

And maybe that book, that dreadful, wonderful book had been his first taste of bitter love. Through the pages and the words spoken between Prince and Rose, little Jason Todd had savored his first dose of obsession.

You kick him in the shoulder, sending him flying to the skyscraper edge. Jason swings himself up just as you are near to inspect your prey. His knees cage your hips and he uses all his force to push you down.

The stars blink overhead, paparazzi cameras catching a private moment between two masked kids. "Hello, Robin" you purr clawed gloves idly tracing his arm. Jason tries to smile to smirk, to flirt back."H-hello Ki-tty". But the blood rushing to his face has him stunned he can't breathe. Why do you look so pretty like this? Laying on your back staring up at him with big perfect eyes. You tilt your head and meow.

"Hey, that's Miss Kitty to you"...

He likes this new side of you, likes the mace you wield like a whip. It looks like yarn, soft and delicate.

The punchline lands at the same time as the flanged head crashes to his ribs. He thinks they shattered, cartilages cracking, freeing the marrow from within.

So this is what love feels like. Pain that rages from the inside sharp shards piercing soft organ tissue. So painful it tickles and you can feel the blood pooling in your mouth along with all the words you long to say.

No wonder the little prince kept going back to the rose. No wonder he found euphoria in the prick of her thorns.

He struggles to his feet and jumps, as high as he can. His side bruns begging him to stay down. Be he can't, he won't, Bruce wouldn't, and Alfred will find a way to piece him back together. So he takes flight flipping through the air, out of your sight.

For a moment you're stunned lackadaisically twirling your mace like a ballerina's ribbon wand. And even though he's mid attack Jason can't help admiring how ethereal you look, like a lion cub out on her first hunt.

Jason's knees land on your shoulder blades, his weight making you fall on your stomach with a pained scream. Your mace rolls away, thank God, that could have gotten too messy he thinks. Jason tugs hard on your cat ears, pulling back your head and exposing your neck to point a Batarang at your throat. "Here, kitty, kitty" he mocks, playful cadence laced with derision. You hiss out in pain as he brings his head closer. He looks so handsome upside down, like the pretty birds that sing on the balcony.

It's a split second, you raise your head, and the Batarang's wing punctures your collarbone. Your lips push on his, hollow but sweet. You feel his body go ridge his hold on his weapon lost. Still, you persist not breaking your first kiss...

You guess it's his too, you hope it is. Only when you feel his lips push back do you force him off with all your might. Grabbing your mace and jumping to the next rooftop. What is this excitement, so raw, so frantic?

You don't stop running until you make it home.

You don't look back, scared he'll see the bright pink dusting your cheeks.

You open the window and silently slip in.

Only to see Selina waiting in the dark.

Arms crossed and eyebrow raised.

He's baptized by blood and iron.

Broken down bone by bone.

Left to bleed out in the dark on the dirty asylum floor.

Still, he holds your name under his tongue, caged between his teeth.

His little kitten.

Sometimes he pretends you're lying next to him, gazing into his eyes as you too bleed out. Sometimes he laughs at your sarcastic quips at the dreaded clown. No dread is too light a word you'd correct. He finds you more attractive when you spill graphic profanities.

But you're not here, not really. And he can't quite tell if he's happy or not. His hand always reaches out to you. Desperate to feel your warmth, just once more...

And yet he's always met with air.

Always met by the stickiness of his own blood pooling beneath him.

He watches you from afar. Haunting the night, camouflaged amongst the shodws. The still Gotham night feels like a homecoming. A bittersweet reunion with a world that's both abandoned and forgotten him.

The arkham night swallows thickly, from behind his digilitized mask he zooms in on two figures in the distance. Swinging on metal threads, bodies coiled like snakes, latching on. One loses muscle one wrong move and they plummet to their death.

But the figures don't seem scared. You don't seem scared as you laugh at the boy wearing his clothes. No not his clothes, he's made sure to burn them all so very long ago. Instead, the boy wears red and black and yellow, he wears his symbol. But the garments are looser, not carved but built, foreign things covering a boy's body. Not armored built from years of endurance.

Still, you don't seem to mind, you scratch at him playfully as if he were a mouse on a string. You hiss and meow as he laughs and spools sanctimonious gibberish that sounds all so very Bat in nature.

Who else have you been sneaking off with? Jason makes a note to keep a better eye on you.

Jason's ironclad fists meet with Bruce's masked face.

Again and Again. He points his gun beneath his old mentor's ribs and shoots. Feel me he scream inside himself. Feel my pain. From the shadows, something pounces. Familiar nails try to dig into his chest, bypass the iron armor, and impale him.

It doesn't take much force to tug her off of him. He smashes her into the cement. Catwoman lets out an all-so-familiar meowl of pain. His boot meets with her flesh, her bones. Grinding them into the pavement, he can't tell why he wants to hurt her. Does he blame her for your disloyalty, does he want to hurt Bruce? The thoughts grow heavy as his ears buzz with rage. When he finally leaves he tosses a glare behind his shoulder watching the bat crawling toward the cat.

"Don't worry about your Kitten, I'll take better care of her than you ever could." His modulated inhuman voice promises...

It's been all so long since he's thought of roses and baobab tress, so long since he's pretended to be a prince returning to his scared beloved rose. Jason- no the Arkham Knight- corners you on a rooftop as you frantically try to reach your mentor. He watches as you twirl your mace, ready to fight. They're so much hatred behind your eyes, do you really not see him?

Your mace's head swings at his ribs, good to see some things never change, he counters the attack seizing the weapon with one hand. You try to pull it back to bring him to you. Instead, Jason pulls back and you're sent hurling into the thick metal of his chest. Your head spins as you glare up at him. His fingers wrap around your neck squeezing.

squeezing

squeezing

He'll find the new bird later. Crush his skull before your eyes. He'll make you suffer for leaving him. For turning your tretory.

At his base, in an interrogation room, the Arkham Knight slowly starts to peel away your sanity. Breaking your bones, your mind, your essence. Morphing you from the helpless little kitty into a bloodthirsty lioness. Whose only purpose is to be at his beck and call. You'll live for him, die for him. His perfect little pet. And once he knows he's broken your mind completely, the only thoughts swimming around that damaged thing are how to please your master. Then he'll unleash you on Gotham, watching as you tear into your mother's throat, ripping her apart with bare teeth and claws. Just like he will do to his father...

Then, and only then. When Gotham is his, he'll pull away the mask and let you see the man beneath the helm. He'll let you see the man who used to be Jason Todd.

Let me know if you guys ever want a fic or HC on what Jason ends up doing to the reader, I'll try to make it as gorey and darkly romantic as I can. Honestly rn my brain is so fired I can't really come up with anything lol. 😅😅

Love you to the moon and back for this ask Anon!! AAAWWWW Arkham Knight Jason is honestly the LOVE OF MY LIFE!!

[porcalinecunt]

ak!jason craving his back alley surgeon (ftm) so much that it physically hurts not to just fuck him right in the middle of their session ,,

021 𐙚 KINKTOBER — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 the arkham knight remained touch starved for too long, so he turns to his nagging yet stupidly cute back alley surgeon! ~

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ AK! JASON TODD X MALE! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader. dubcon. rough oral sex. throat breeding. throat bulge. fingerings. touch starved jason. past mentions of torture/injuries.

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ ] i do NOT know how to write endings ;-; but omg anon, i RAN to write this the moment i saw this request! ak!jason todd lives in my head rent free :<

he forgot what normal touch felt like, if it even existed in the desolate gotham city.

and you can’t blame him, the last thing he ever felt were the joker’s ghostly white hands tearing at his skin with any rusty metal he could get his hands on. the burning hot iron engraving a capital J on his cheek.

getting shot on camera in a snuff was somehow the least worst thing that happened to the knight.

naturally, the acidic lake of the lazerous pit only harden his outer shell, rendering him mentally cut off to the concept of affection. hell, he wouldn’t even let the nurses within militia grounds even touch him. grumbling that he can take care it himself with a simple twist of a broken limb or a faulty cauterized wound.

or a visit to your back alley clinic.

after a hellish night of shockwaves and stitches, jason properly met you after you saved his life from a particularly lethal mission. unlike the kind nurses though, you were cold and a little vile. spouting exhausted quips about how ‘braindead’ and ‘reckless’ he was, and how he was a pain in your ass. ah, a vile little bitch. the arkham knight thought.

yet, he couldn’t bring himself to hate you. oh no, despite the sharp tongue, your shockingly soft hands revive a need jason thought he abandoned after his death. he found himself looking forward to the checkups, to your palms resting against his scarred chest and broad shoulders. fingers pressing against his more delicate spots, allowing his mind to wander to the nastiest places.

how delicate was the rest of you?

a question that got him gripping the metal table as you did another checkup on him, making sure he didn’t measly tear off any of the wrapping or bandaids.

jason’s breath hitched once your fingers ghosted over his abs, his chest and his thighs. it didn’t help that with every slight move, he grew harder and harder in his pants. you were fucking teasing him, even if it wasn’t intentional. his boner was growing more obvious and it was like you were purposely playing dumb, agitating the knight.

“shit..fuck it.”

he uttered, sitting up despite your failed attempts to keep him down.

“mister todd, what are you?!- HEY!”

a harsh push threw you far back, stumbling onto the dirty sofa chair while jason quickly followed. you could barley process what was going on when the sound of a belt buckle made you freeze.

“sorry doc, got a problem i can’t fix on my own..”

jason muttered as his pants dropped to his ankles along with his boxers, revealing his ‘problem’. you couldn’t think of anything to say, only stare at his ridiculous girth and his swollen tip leaking precum as it ran down to the base.

“mister todd..—“

“please. c’mon doc..”

he was practically begging, a tone that went straight into your soaked cunt. you had to hold back from straight up palming yourself through your pants. a defeated sigh left your lungs as you leaned forward off the couch and onto your knees. a risky kitty lick snapped the rope of control in jason, a heavy metal hand clasping the back of your head, forcing his dick into your jaw.

he was too big, way too big. your poor mouth was practically stuffed with cock as the knight didn’t let you pull back for a moment. “nose, doc..breath through your nose.” jason sighed, slowing pushing further and further until he was nestled into your throat. a static groan leaked through his gritted teeth, a sound that made you flinch with anticipation.

with eyes screwed shut, you couldn’t even look at him as he pulls his length back only to shove it right back into the jugular, slowly picking up his already relentless pace. the sloshing noises of your spit and his cum mixing filled your ears until your patient’s groans practically drowned out.

gobs of the nasty mix spilled off his soaked dick and through your swollen lips, along with tears that blurred your vision and salted the taste of the knight’s girth. it was all humiliating in the best way possible, you were fucking getting off to it. made you wonder how long he was imagining this very scenario.

“get up.” he suddenly commands with a booming tone, pulling you off his cock with a handful of your hair. “w-wha..?”

“you fuckin’ heard me. get up or i’ll fuck that cunt of yours.”

barley a promise, knowing how fickle the knight is. yet you still followed his command, standing up as he pushed you down onto the metal operation table with your front facing the ceiling. jason, dick still hard and bobbing around as he walked to where your head hung off the edge.

“gonna make you extra useful doc, if you’re okay with that..” he asked with a ragged breath. you were too fucked out to give a proper answer other then a pathetic “uh huh…” with your tongue stuck out. you couldn’t even get another sound out before he stuffs your mouth full once again, this time, with a desperation for an orgasm.

gripping the sides of the metal table, jason thrusts his dick in and out of your throat, a small bulge forming yet visible enough for him to admire.

“atta boy, you’re not bad f’ a doctor..shit..!”

he laughed, listening to your whines and gagging as you rub your thighs together for a source of friction. all this time, you were left neglected as jason used your throat as a free fleshlight. with shaking hands, you reached down through the band of your pants and ran your fingers through your needy little pussy.

“mmm..mister todd..”

you muttered, fucking your fingers into your soaked cunt as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth. he was gonna cum.

“mouf..cum in m’mouf..!” you weakly uttered, earning a mocking coo from the knight. “yeah? you want me to cum in your mouth? ‘course doc..” he panted, his pace growing more relentless somehow.

“consider this returning the favor, f’ being so good to me.”

with a couple more thrusts and some jerkin’ off, a white hot liquid spurted in your mouth and down your throat. heavy and salty was all you can taste as he practically bred your throat full.

jason pulled himself out, watching as gobs of his cum and your spit spill out from your lips and all over your fucked out face. he wished he could take a picture of it just to have something to jerk off to when he can’t sleep.

“so..see you next week?”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[notsodelirious]

Meant to be seen, not heard — AK Jason Todd

synopsis, you’re being a nuisance to Jason while he’s trying to have a very serious conversation with his subordinates and he takes matters into his own hands

notes: NFSW MDNI, no other notes, I have nothing to say for myself, just mind the tags

tags: CNC (free use), mild dacryphilia, exhibitionism/public, cock warming, throat fucking, implied bdsm relationship, dom!Jason (he’s a bit of a dick), 500 words, no use of y/n, gender neutral reader

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So, maybe you were being a bit of a nuisance.

Maybe you were being a bit of a brat while he talked to the rest of his meeting board.

But it was funny!

And forcing you down onto your knees before shoving his fat cock into your mouth was a little mean.

You gagged as his cock slid down your throat. And you were effectively silenced.

The men around the table looked at each other unsure but not disinterested, a few staring a little too long to be innocent curiosity.

Jason didn’t say anything, he only kept his hand on the back of your head, pushing your nose into his pubes.

Eventually, your coughing and gagging subsided and you adjusted to the thick cock nestled in your throat. Only then were you let up for a little air, only to be pushed back down. You shuffled to kneel comfortably between his legs, knees cold on the cement floor—but you were never one to complain about his punishments.

The meeting went on and the cycle kept up—he’d keep you down for a couple of minutes before pulling you back to let you breathe and then back down you went. As time went on, you progressively got more bored: obviously, you adored having his thick, weighty cock in your mouth for hours on end, drooling and warming him as he barely paid attention to you. But your legs were getting sore, your throat tired and the other men had begun looking away.

You rested your head on his thigh: he allowed it. After some time his fingers began carding through your hair instead of gripping it.

It felt like the meeting took forever to be adjourned. You were almost falling asleep by the time you heard chairs scrape and anxious scuffling footsteps leaving the room. Jason didn’t move.

He just watched as they left, his cock still in your mouth.

He waited for the last person to leave and the door to click shut, before he thrust his dick down your throat without warning.

In your half dazed state, you weren’t expecting him to start fucking your face, making you cry and gag on his cock. You panicked a little, gripping his thighs as he shoved his dick down your throat like it was a fleshlight, as tears ran down face. That only seemed to spur him on however, grunting softly, until he tense and came, pushing himself down your throat to shoot ropes of cum down your throat.

You swallowed instinctively, determined to not choke; but you tasted nothing as his tip was too far down.

He pulled out of your face, leaving you sputter and gasp, inhaling the precious air you had been deprived off for so long.

“So, did we learn our fucking lesson?”

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a/n: yeah, I have nothing to add but this was fun to write — requests are open and comments, and reblogs are always appreciated <3

[hanasnx]

Now that you've opened your inbox to DC! Men I'm just going insane! I have so many thoughts on this and now I'm going to flood your inbox with it, if that's okay.

I don't know about you, but I see AK!Jason falling (or just getting obsessed) over a real sweety reader. He would be in an immoral mix of how to take her to his cage with all his charm and suddenly he's just ponding your guts like u know ak would do, all cocky and massive and stuck up.

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: hi :) i got this yesterday & i would like to tell u i love getting inbox messages so i implore you, flood my inbox.

JASON TODD never thought too hard about who he’d end up with. Concealed in the background of his mind for so long while he’d planned every other detail of his life out to fulfill one single vindictive plan. Now that he’s more or less free, he looks at you completely bewildered as to how he managed to cuff you. You’re nothing like him, save for a few domineering qualities you adopt when you’re disrespected, but other than that you’re… soft. Pliant. Sweet. When you hold his hand, you just clutch onto two of his fingers. You’re half his size. You’re adorable. A part of him wishes he could spend all day pinching at your cheeks and bullying you into whining indignantly at him.

He bullies you other ways instead. Charms you like a snake with all his sweet-talking, mouthing at your neck and smacking your little ass until you’re ready to do what he wants. Now he’s got you backing up on his cock with your hair roped around his palm. “Huh? What’s that? You like your guts fucked?” he jeers, a wolfish grin tugging at his lips as he’s yanking you back into his thrusts.

“Jason!” you whine at him indignantly, just how he likes it as he snickers at you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you brace the pain that comes with his length lodging all up in your insides, kissing your cervix. Not many like that sort of thing, but he loves that you do.

“You like this shit? You like it when it hurts? So fucking freaky, baby. Never would’ve guessed by lookin’ at’cha.” he degrades and you cry out as he rolls his hips the way that makes you howl. Bent over in front of him, his large hand comes down to swat your round ass that ripples with impact. A sweet little thing like you, drooling all over him because he’s being mean to you. “What’s next, huh? You want bruises?” He feels you clench down on him and he can’t help but laugh at you.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Any girls of your choice having their S.o come back home and the first thing they say is "If I asked you to kill someone no questions asked could you do it?"

(Genshin Impact/GFL) Getting asked if they would kill someone for S/O

Genshin: Arlecchino, Jean, Chiori, Eula, Dehya, Lynette, Shenhe, Noelle, Rosaria, Xinyan, Girls Frontline: M4A1, M16A1, M4 SOPMOD II, HK416, AK-15, AN-94,

In the words of our glorious Steve Harvey: KILL!

Arlecchino is a little amused by S/O's question, but more curious than anything. Who could they possibly need her to kill?

And that was pretty bold of them to ask, considering who she is, and the fact she had not even been home for all of ten seconds.

Not that it exactly bothers her.

(Arlecchino) "An interesting propsal to walk in on. If I asked the same for you, S/O, would you?"

Jean felt the wind (HA) knocked out of her with that question.

After a long day of dealing with shenanigans at the Knights' Headquarters, this is what she gets?

Initial shock wearing off, she frowns at S/O, not thinking that this joke was funny.

(Jean) "No, I would not S/O. Who would even say yes to that question as soon as they came home?"

(Chiori) "Probably, if they were a particularly nasty customer."

Chiori answered as soon as she opened the door to her home and not even batting an eye.

There was many a day she would if it was legal.

But alas, throwing trash out her door and windows would have to suffice.

Eula raises an eyebrow at the question, closing the door behind her.

Honestly? She's a little offended at the question.

(Eula) "Do you take me for a barbarian? Absolutely not, I'm not like the rest of the Lawrence Clan!"

This is not what she wants to talk about before she even gets to sit down.

(Dehya) "Woah, someone got you super pissed off today?"

Dehya can't help but laugh and also think someone got her S/O in a bad mood.

Otherwise, why would you ever ask a merc if they would kill someone?

But if they were particularly nasty, she wouldn't even need payment to, but otherwise no.

Lynette rolls her eyes at the question.

(Lynette) "I can't magic someone away permanently, S/O."

That was a lie, she technically could, but that was reserved for orders from the House.

And anyone that tried to constantly interrupt her resting mode.

Shenhe doesn't flinch at the question, instead answering immediately.

(Shenhe) "Yes."

Pray that S/O doesn't ask that question when her ropes are off.

Because then they actually will get a body.

Noelle gasps audibly.

(Noelle) "What?! Of course not! I'm a maid, not an assassin!"

Noelle is absolutely flabbergasted that S/O would even ask a thing!

She proceeds to give them a lecture that violence is not the answer, regardless if it was a joke or not.

Rosaria first thinks in her mind:

Oh, now you tell me this after I come home from my work.

(Rosaria) "Hello to you too."

If S/O really did know what she did at night, then this was the strangest way to confront that.

Xinyan takes a second to process S/O's question as she moves her guitar before it bumps into the door.

...Say what?!

(Xinyan) "The heck are ya talking about, S/O!? And what makes ya think I would do that either?!"

Absolutely not! She's a musician, not a hitman!

M4A1 glares at S/O, not amused in the slightest.

(M4A1) "Last I recall, you're not my Commander, S/O."

After coming back to base, and given Griffin's status, the question isn't really that lighthearted to her.

Especially after an operation where she's constantly fighting to survive.

M16 chuckles, crossing her arms.

(M16A1) "We're T-Dolls, not drones. Buuuut, why do you need me to do it?"

She knows they're (hopefully) joking, and doubts its anyone at Griffin that she needs to knock the head off.

If it was Sangvis, then let her at 'em!

VIOLENCE

(M4 SOPMOD II) "Who needs killing?!"

SOPMOD is always happy to fight, and she just needs only the slightest reason to start blasting.

And it seemed S/O was giving her one!

HK416 scoffs at S/O.

What kind of question was that for someone who just came home?

(HK416) "You aren't the one paying me. So, no."

Unless her S/O became the client for 404's operations, then they could talk about proper killing.

15 sighs at their question, moving to put her equipment up.

(AK-15) "No."

She wasn't really in the mood to entertain these kinds of questions from S/O.

Besides, Angelia was the one who gave those kinds of orders anyway.

AN-94 shakes her head no.

(AN-94) "Only if Angelia or AK-12 gave the order, S/O."

She takes that as a genuine question, and gives S/O a genuine answer.

[patchiko]

what do u think ak!jays love language (i think that’s what it’s called 😭) is? also, what type of love language do you think he’d like?? like acts of service, words of affirmation, etc.

also random headcanon but i feel like both ak and comic jay r both good cooks it’s just the vibe i get

-🪽anon

Ahkendidhso Ive written about this before but my brainrot my lovely 🪽 anon…

tw; religious themes but their very very very super metaphorical i pinky swear chat. #i love religious themes as a way to metaphorically talk about devotion

Jason Todd is as devoted to his lover as a martyr to their grace. His faith to his loved one is almost insufferable at its core.

Like in a,’ My lungs only breathe because I have faith in your purity. ’ way, so anyways yeah Quality Time and Acts Of Service.

Quality Time- Jaaon can barely pry himself from your presence at times, and yet he does. Though every moment he’s away from you feels sardonic, like that viscous black ooze that he’s named ‘hate’ is getting bigger. Once he even gets a moment of your time his mind melts. He slowly allows himself to indulge in your presence, but in the most unhealthy way possible. Jason tried to keep himself away, he really did, but he always found his feet dragging to you.

Maybe its the little sacrificial lamb in him, the yearn for a greater good in his destruction. Thats what he believe he was conditioned to be, ’The Greater Good.’ Batman cleaned him from the dirt-stricken filth of Gotham alleyways; Batman would make his coat pure and holy, he learned to achieve that ‘Greater-Good’ when Batman wrapper that rope around his neck and lead him to that devil, or saint, he couldn’t tell the two apart sometimes. They both look the same as his depraved reflection.

When his red branded rebirth came he couldn’t help himself trotting to you like the holy little lamb he was conditioned to be. You, the only compass he had, a sense of direction he couldn’t bear to lose. He sits in your presence waiting for his rapture. When not, he’s stuck in a state where can’t tell if he’s more scared of being lost or alone. Jason finds he’s neither when with you, with you he’s stained red but his neck is no longer painfully warm, his body can be mangled, his mind can be mortal. He always trots back to you, because it is the first place he is welcomed to with open arms, yes, you are the warm light of the heavens he was conditioned to bask in. The personification where the death of his self is meant to be.

Acts Of Service - I believe this side of him comes more when its towards the part of the relationship where he’s most comfortable! He’ll run errands, do your dishes, maybe if the guilt of getting your floor a little bloodied gets to him he’ll pay your rent. It takes him awhile to loosen up and stop acting like a house maid. He still does everything he can for you but in an mundane way, like a little routine. (like a little wife omg chat i love him)

Whenever he slips through that window he takes armor off and sets them down on your floor. He’ll walk over to where you sit and kiss you on the cheek, whispering in your ear on how he ordered take out. He’ll come back to you with clean clothes and washed hair, sitting close to you, yet not closer if not allowed.

He’s much like a Saint Bernard now, for he always finds his way back to your side. A gentle giant, neither of you can keep yourselves away from each other; tenderly caring for each others needs. With you, he gave up on his divided sense of pride, his fundamentals and foundations that gave his name meaning were reckoned meaningless, he gave it up and swallowed the bitter pill of which he found the unsatisfactory taste of forgiveness; and with that pill he allowed himself to grieve.

He’s much like a Saint Bernard now, he can guide people to the place they believe to be heavens for their sake of peace. He holds someone in his arms the way they need to be held, he says those things that make someone think, leading them back to the path they left. But most of all he always comes running back to you.

sorry chat this is so bitter sweet i love his self destructive mentality that would take him decades to weed out.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I'm actually screaming at the steel chair I love that. Got any more?

Clark inspected your wrists and the rope burn tenderly. You seemed no worse for wear, and for that, he was thankful. Stili. He was going to baby you and coddle you until you begged him to stop- that just felt right.

"You okay?" you ask him, stroking his cheek.

"Fine, honey," he soothed, kissing your nose. "Shower, Bath?"

"Shower first," you sigh. "I'm filthy. Don't wanna sit in that."

Clark nodded. "Then a bath. And some wine. And something to eat," he said, mapping out a cozy night in for you. Creature comforts.

"Clark I'm okay-"

"And I was worried," he hummed, undressing you carefully. "I thought I lost you. That someone took you away from me."

"Boyscout, I-"

He shook his head and rubbed his nose against yours. "Don't apologize. You thought Dick was in trouble. That he needed you- so you came. And now I'm going to ake sure that You're okay. That you're safe and happy."

"And spoiled?"

"So spoiled," he chuckled. "You're going to sleep so good."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart," he hummed. "Bruce can deal with the rest of the mess tonight. My responsibility is you."

[pulchinelle]

«Oh...Azul won't like this...»

A shy and prudent boy, Gambara is the ears of Azul. Though he is discreet, one should never trust him with any secret.

|Biographical Information

Name: Gambara Ruzovy

Katakana: ガンバラ ルゾビー (ganbara ruzobii)

Nicknames: Ake-chan (Floyd), tête de fouine (Rook)

Twisted from: Horace the Shrimp (Shark Tale), Jacques (Finding Nemo)

Voice Claim: Ryouta Oosana

Birthday: December 17th

Age: 17

Height: 158 cm

Dominant hand: Right

Homeland: Coral Sea

Family:

• 9 unnamed brothers

• unnamed Mother and Father

|School Life

Grade: Sophomore

Class: Class B

Club: Mountain Lovers Club

Best subject: Animal Languages

Worst subject: Musicology

|Personal Information

Personality:

Gambara cowers in front of others, often not talking much to attract attention to himself. He's good at pretending be isn't part of a conversation, when he really hears everything. He can ask some very specific and prodding questions. He is very cunning, he simply lacks the confidence to admit it, but he's quite valuable to Azul. He is also a perfectionist, a trait which Azul promptly exploits by making him the one in charge of cleaning up the Monstro Lounge, as Gambara cannot stand the sight of anything being out of place. When he isn't cleaning, he tends to the bar, his cocktails are very praised.

Background:

Coming from the slums of the Coral Sea, Gambara has spent his whole life knowing he wasn't worth as much as other merpeople, and was often picked on for being a cleaner shrimp merman, made to clean up after his classmates. His small size did not help either, but Gambara slowly got used to being pushed around, unable to even utter the word no.

It was really no surprise that he easily got roped in with Azul's shady business, especially considering Floyd suddenly taking a liking to him. He wouldn't leave the poor shrimp alone, and Gambara has found himself being Azul's little spy.

Hobbies: gardening

Pet peeves: People messing up his routine

Favourite food: lava cakes

Least favourite food: any fried foods

Likes: cleaning, rainstorms, eavesdropping, routines, planning

Dislikes: mud,arguing, sharks, Floyd, surprises

Talent: reading people

|Trivia

⟢Gambara's signature spell is "Clean Record". When Gambara touches another person (needs to be skin on skin, touching through clothes or gloves doesn't count) he will be able to access their deepest secrets

⟢ His voice gets very squeaky when he is nervous, which happens a lot when he tries to sing, resulting in him being a terrible singer.

⟢ He is terrified of Floyd, who has taken to stressing him out and playing with him out of boredom

⟢ he has previous bad experiences with shark merfolk, and he avoids them like the plague, along with any bigger merpeople

⟢ Gambara can be creepy at times, the amount of knowledge he has on other students and that he has memorized is worrisome.

⟢ he is a huge crybaby, others need to be very careful around him, and Azul finds it annoying as when he bursts into tears he tends to clam up and avoid speaking for minutes at a time

|Extra pages

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Coffin:

Candy:

[chibi in the works...]

[thesandsofelsweyr]

What if I over stimulate AK Jay? Doing handjob

He wants me to stop but I keep soothing him to continue. Antidepressant medications can cause symptoms such as low sex drive

Unless he specifically asked for it, AK Jay probably isn't going to be into overstimulation. He's all about control, especially in the bedroom. Forcing him to keep going, to push him past the point where pleasure and pain become indistinguishable, is a sure-fire way to get him to storm out. It's just too much like the year he spent in Arkham, where Joker and his goons forced him to endure nonstop pain, and he was helpless to do anything about it 😞

⚠️ cw: smut (⚤)

Now YOU on the other hand... he'll be more than happy to tie you up in red ropes shibari-style, like a Christmas present waiting for him under his tree; to hold your vibe against your clit, and watch you wriggle and writhe and buck and thrash, to ignore your begging and pleading and whimpering and crying, to force orgasm after orgasm after orgasm on you until you're too exhausted to fight anymore, until pleasure and pain have warped into one singular violent sensation that's burning you from the inside out, until your clit is throbbing, until your pussy's milked dry... Only then will he push open your trembling thighs and settle between them; he'll slide his tongue between your warm folds before taking your clit between his beautiful lips, and gently sucking the sting out of it until you're sopping wet again. Only then will he ask you if you're ready to go again, or if you want him to take you in his arms, to lavish you with kisses until you both drift asleep intertwined as one being 💖

[whateverimcurrentlyobsessedwith]

Hc/au Suryong is a sleepwalker. And a bad one. Due to his inability to properly communicate, this has resulted in various interesting situations.

Okay I don't know how this went from silly concept to full blown angsty ficlike but bear with it okay?

While he was traveling towards the academy it was quite a hasle to often wake up in a different place from where he went to sleep. When he started traveling with Ak Yeonho he forgot to mention his sleepwalking and very much scared the shit out of Yeonho. Waking up to your travel buddy standing over you while staring you down with his glowing blue eyes will do that to you. After the first scare it became a routine for Yeonho to force Suryong back in bed after waking up to him sleepwalking again. In solidarity with the next victim of Suryong's inability to communicate he got him a sleeping rope that said 'I sleepwalk'.

Yeonho did also not hold back on venting to Ilho and Soyoung about what he had to go through. Claiming he lost years of his life span for the amount of times Suryong snuck up on him in his sleep.

When Kang and Cheon moved in he again forgot to mention anything. So when Kang went to get a glass of water and came across Suryong he was very confused when he didn't seem to respond to anything he said. Nor when he waved a hand in front of his face. Now actually looking at him noticed the bright bold characters on his rope and figured out pretty quickly Suryong was very much asleep.

Thinking Suryong's defenseless and he can finally land a hid on him. He finds out rather harshly that in Suryong's case sleepwalking can also entail sleepfighting. But when he's asleep he does not have the sense that he is fighting a high schooler and so does not hold back.

Kang made Cheon swear the keep silent about his not so masculine scream. Ever since, when he comes across Suryong sleep walking he will use a long stick to wake him up. When the others move in he is the one to inform them on Suryong's sleepwalking. And warn them of his ability to sleepfight.

On rare occasions he will go outside while sleepwalking. During these trips he will often end up at the academy. The first time it was luckily his grandfather who found him. Both his parents are sleepwalkers too so it didn't take long for grandfather to realize Suryong had inherited this trait.

After a few times of ending up at the academy Suryong started to leave some clothes he could wear at the academy in case he somehow ends up there again.

Namgoong Su learned about this trait the very hard way. He was pulling another all nighter when he came across Suryong while he was sleepwalking in the academy again. He calls out to him. When Suryong doesn't response he tries again. Suryong still doesn't response so he gets frustrated and maybe a little concerned. He walks up to him from behind and grabs his arm to turn him around.

But due to his rough way of doing so Suryong's bloodcult instincts take over and he seizes Namgoong Su's arms and flips him over his back. He roughly grabs him by the hair and puts a knife at his neck. Namgoong is caught of guard by the sudden attack and it takes him a moment to respond. His pride stinging he fights back but falters when to blade at his throat draws blood.

Gripping Suryong's clothes to relieve the stinging of his scalp, he tries to make sense of what's happening but can't quite do so. However being a martial artist in his own right he does manage to get out of Suryong's grasp. The grip Suryong has on his hair doesn't falter however. He uses this as leverage to trow Su against the wall with enough force to crack it.

It hurts but Su jumps back to his feet, expecting Suryong to continue his attack. He is surprised to see that Suryong is not even looking at him instead he looking at nothing. He says something random, it doesn't fit the context at all and Su realizes that something isn't right. He takes a closer look and now notices Suryong is wearing his sleeping robes with bright bold characters on it. His pride takes a big hit when he realizes Suryong asleep.

He tries to approach again, this time extra careful to not trigger some fight or flight instincts. It works and he carefully tries to wake Suryong up. It doesn't work or he's doing it wrong, or Suryong has something against him personally because he trows him off his feet and strangles him against the ground.

Su has no idea why Suryong is so violent in his sleep and is genuinely concerned for the safety of civilians if this is how he treats anyone who approaches him. He tries to get out only for his breathing to be completely cut off.

Suryong isn't anywhere near the current time or place. He is back with the bloodcult. He is back when he was a teen fighting some of the other numbers to the death only one of them will survive this test and he isn't gonna give up. He is aware of the trainers watching and realizes that any kindness he shows he will later get punished for as they whip him, summing up his every mistake. Each hit matched with the mistake he made. Deep down he knows that even if he did everything right they would still find flaws to punish him for, but he is young and scared, and desperate. And the bloodcult knows nothing is more dangerous than a desperate man with nothing to lose. So he fights, he is merciless, sometimes more cruel then he needs to be.

His current enemy is fighting him while he chokes him. It should take about 5 minutes for him to suffocate depending on his martial arts mastery. Except this one isn't dying. He is trying to say something but he isn't sure what, he doesn't care either.

Number 16 isn't dying fast enough. If he wants to life he shouldn't take to long with this kill. Maybe he should just breaks his neck instead. Bringing his other hand up to execute more force he tries to deliver the final blow.

He grits his teeth as an unexpected pain shoots trough him. He feels like he's been kicked in the guts, but he had cut this guy's legs of long ago he shouldn't be able to. He almost loses his grip on the man below him when he feels the sharp pain of being electrocuted. He was sure he knew all of his opponents martial art styles, he studied them thoroughly. Did he make a mistake? Was this a trick? Where they looking for flaws? Was he gonna die? Was this just an excuse to get rid of him? He tries to fight the panic but the situation doesn't make sense.

He doesn't understand, where is the lightning coming from? He looks around best he can but he sees nothing. Except.. Things are off they aren't as they should be, is this an illusion? Where was he? What was happening? Okay, stay calm, think carefully. He looks back at number 16 still in his grasp, clawing at the hands choking him, neck bend almost enough to snap but it wouldn't butch. He looked at the 16’s eyes, he always avoids doing so, afraid of seeing the emotion there and gaining more himself. Afraid of seeing the life dim from their eyes, he may be in the bloodcult but he doesn't enjoy the suffering of others, he does what he has to survive, nothing more.

What he sees there is something he doesn't expect. It isn't hate or disgust or greed or anything he'd come to expect. They were looking at him as if knowing him. As if this person cares for him. He looks away again, those eyes are making him feel things he shouldn't. If he starts feeling those emotions, he'll be punished again. He couldn't feel those things, to distract himself he focuses on breaking his neck again. He applies more pressure to push past the point of resistance

He doesn't flinch as he is kicked by phantom feet or electrocuted by inexistent qi. He doesn't flinch when hands push at him. He needs to do this, it is kill or be killed. He looks at the man's face one last time. He didn't know why but the gold eyes desperately looking at him, screaming at him to please stop made him hesitate, his grip loosening slightly. But it was enough for the man below him to draw in air.

"WAKE UP"

When Suryong first pushed him to the ground he was berating himself for getting one upped by a sleeping man again. He stopped when his breathing was cut off. He glared at Suryong, even if Suryong couldn't see it right now he hoped he would feel it.

What he saw unsettled him, Suryong was shaking. His movements were steady and sure but there was an unmistakable tremor in them as he stood over Su. Looking at his eyes he was not prepared to see the raw desperation of a dying man with nothing to lose combined with the pure fear of a child who lost everything. Whatever nightmare Suryong was currently having it was a bad one. No, this wasn't a nightmare, this was a memory.

The concern he now felt however wouldn't do anything for the pressure on his lungs as he went longer and longer without air. He tries to break out but doesn't hurt Suryong. Whatever is happening in his head, he doesn't need to add on to it.

That sentiment is out the window when Suryong applies more pressure to break his neck. He fights more desperately now. Kicking and using his qi to try and wake Suryong up. It works somewhat, he pauses and that's something. But his neck is still bend awkwardly. He looks up at Suryong to see if maybe he is waking up. What he doesn't expect is for Suryong to look back at him. Or at whoever he thinks he's choking. Whatever he sees in his eyes it scares him apparently because he looks away almost immediately.

He can hear Suryong's breathing start to pick up. Please don't have a panick attack, it's gonna help no one if neither of is can breath. It takes a few moments but Suryong's breathing eventually evens again. Instead of letting go or loosening like he'd hoped, Suryong instead tightened his grip, applying more pressure to break his neck. Su fights back as much as he can but it isn't quite enough, not when he hasn't been able to breath for the past minutes.

He looks up it him willing him to look back at him, really look at him, not whoever he is dreaming about. And Suryong looks at him, he watches as something in his eyes changes. The pressure on his throat loosened slightly, but is was enough. Enough for him to breath. Suryong wouldn't flinch at physical attacks but he had always been sensitive to sound. So yells. Yells at loud as he can for Suryong to wake up.

"WAKE UP"

Suryong's entire body went rigged the moment he heard Su scream. His eyes widened as he realized what he was doing. He scrambled back with multiple apologies. Stopping a few meters away as he sat, staring at the ground.

Su was coughing now, breathing heavily to steady his breath. When he finally calmed down his breathing he looked back at Suryong. Suryong was sitting on the ground breathing heavily and unsteady, trembling and his eyes unfocused. It was clear he still wasn't here completely, but at least he was awake.

He didn't approach him yet. The memory of being so helplessly at some else's mercy still to fresh. Touching his neck where Suryong had gripped him he winced at the raw skin, that was gonna bruise. He wasn't sure how to cover for Suryong when the evidence was so clearly displayed on his body.

That was a problem for tomorrow though, right now he needed Suryong out of where ever he was.

"Are you okay?"

Suryong looked up at him it took some time but he eventually seemed to process the world around him. He laughed bitterly. "I'm not sure you should be the one asking that.”

"Maybe, but are you?"

Suryong took a shaky breath to calm himself. It didn't work but it helped with putting up a decent facade. "I'll be fine." He got up and glanced at Su.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm alive." Very low bar for fighting a sleeping man, but it's Suryong so that doesn't count.

Slowly Suryong got up. He wasn't physically hurt so if he could calm his breathing he should be fine. Su however was still sitting on the ground, the bruises on his neck now clearly displaying what had happened.

"Do you need help with that?"

Su sighed heavily before answering. "If you have something that could heal the bruises by morning it would be appreciated."

"I do." Su looked up at him. He wasn't sure if he should be surprised or not.

He got up unsteadily, using Suryong for balance until his body figured out how to stand up straight again.

As they made their way in towards Suryong's home, neither said much. Suryong didn't tell and Su didn't ask. Maybe someday he would learn what it was that caused such a severe nightmare but not now.

The next day it seemed as if nothing had happened the night before. The bruises were gone and Suryong was acting like his usual self. It made him wonder, was Suryong ever truly okay? Or did he not know what it meant to be okay?

After this Suryong's sleeping robes gain an extra warning. Over the years Suryong's sleeping robe gains more warnings. It becomes a running joke among the locals, they warn visitors not to approach carelessly and find entertainment in the stubborn few who refuse to listen and get their ass handed to them by a sleeping man.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

“We didn’t choose this life, we’re just living in it.” –

Any aks or vks of your choosing.

Ben rubs his hands together to try to get some blood into them: his fingers are starting to pulse painfully.

Whether that is due to the cold, or because of the ropes he is currently bound with aboard a pirate ship, that is anyone's guess, but, Ben thinks he should have bigger problems regardless.

He just can't bring himself to be scared, not when his captors are kids, just like him.

Not that they'll let him forget his own age, they keep calling him boy-king. He supposes it is fitting, they are still kids, after all.

Nothing more than kids, playing war because there is nothing else for them left to do.

He reflexively leans further into the mast when a teenager with a sword practically runs by.

„What, finally getting scared, boy-king?“ The Captain in teal jacket taunts him distractedly from her position on the command bridge. The near-midday sun reflects on the trinkets on her hat and in her hair as she directs the pirates around.

„I'm not scared, Uma,“ Ben answers softly.

„Well, you should be. Your girl's not known for helping people around there, you know.“ She sounds bitter as she says that.

„Malsie is a cold-hearted little bitch-“ spits out Hook's son in blood red cloak, „She wouldn't be a problem if you just let me kill her, Uma.“

But Uma just clicks her tongue at that and Ben can almost see the silent comunication in between the pair at the moment.

„Fine,“ relents the boy after a heartbeat, „But I can't promise anything in a fight.“

„I wouldn't ask you for that.“

Then the boy departs and as he walks past Uma, their arms touch, the contact lingering.

And they say Villain Kids can't love.

„Why are you doing this, Uma?“ Ben asks, „Me, the wand, the fight- all of it?“

„We're pirates,“ answers Uma, as if that explained everything. Then, she jumps up to yell away a group of kids - directing them to a safe house nearby - and to direct another girl towards the infirmary.

„Pirates take the royalty hostage, don't you know.“

She seems like she is over this conversation, but Ben is not.

„Why?“

„We didn't choose this life, we're just living it, boy-king–“

„You could–“ he feels his heart pounding against his ribs, „You could let go of the fight. Talk with me – go with me. To Auradon.“

She glances around her ship before returning her burning eyes to him.

„I don't trust you,“ she states, and he supposes that is her right.

She walks away to talk animatedly with Harry Hook, and Ben stays in the ropes, thinking of what else he could tell her the next time she'll want to talk.

[yuzuocha]

THE HORRORS OF GACHA. [HC]

gacha they would play and how they play. this is based off of the gachas i played, so apologies kek

warnings ‣ uhhahahha this may or may not be completely self-indulgent because i need writer motivation juice to finish up my more serious fics — enjoy this semi-crack hc that prolly makes zero sense

lmao (inspired from moot @anxiousgoddest bc this is kinda crack-ish) also my xavier bias may have leaked a bit too much in this lol. or maybe its just my proseka and ak bias bc i haven't played hsr in a while and it shows

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ・project sekai

— you didn't think he'd get into project sekai to THIS extent.

— you piqued his curiosity when he heard you spewing out curses such as 'I FLICKED THAT' or 'OH, ONE GREAT? YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING' from the floor above his apartment.

— later on a date in destiny café he asked you what game made you fume like so. after a couple of minutes of embarrassed apologies and silent profanities at your apartments' thin walls, you told him about project sekai and its game mechanics.

— "tapping to the beat is very simple in concept, but it gets difficult?" you nod.

— "is it free to download?" you nod vigorously. caleb doesn't play it anymore and tara focuses on toya more than the actual game itself. you'd kill to have a buddy to discuss one of your favorite games, especially if xavier is that person in question.

— you two ended up skipping the claw machinery for plushies in favor of staying in the café and playing project sekai. you did slightly dread about how long you had to wait for him to catch up to you in terms of skill, rank and unlocked songs, however.

— "why is the speed so slow? oh, i can change it?"okay, maybe you don't have to wait as much.

— "i just have to skim through the archives to get the items needed to unlock songs, right?" huh, he's getting to know the ropes quickly.

— "i'll choose this one." he chooses expert and you almost laugh. while expert isn't difficult per se, it's nothing short of impossible to a rhythm game beginner, right?

— WRONG, WRONG, ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY WRONG.

— aside from the beginning where he hit a lot of greats and missed a couple of notes, he was improving by the second while playing the chart and ended with a combo in the hundreds.

— "this is pretty fun and helps with hand-eye coordination," he said as he full combo'ed the song on his second day of playing.

— "the game said i unlocked something called 'ranked matches'. what is that?" day three.

— "i've full combo'ed intense voice on expert, it was very fun." week one.

— god dammit, just why does he have to be good at everything besides cooking and staying awake ??? not even a month in and he got the 'mad skillz' achievement, something that took you over six months to get.

— now he plays it while you're at the meow café playing kitty cards, and your urge to throw your phone across Linkon City has only increased with the amount of all perfects and full combos he piled up.

— it didn't help that his gacha luck was so good despite him being so disinterested in the cards too. you still haven't forgiven him for pulling the entire colorful festival banner within 30 pulls while you got nothing from over 200...

ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ・arknights

— it all started when you were too lazy to reach for your phone and took zayne's instead to search something up. you got distracted by the small amount of apps and tabs he had until you came across an icon that looked surprisingly familiar... a fourteen year old girl with brown hair and ears? arknights??

— you bolted to your phone to immediately send a picture of this monstrosity to caleb, but damn zayne's good vision and movements — you couldn't even touch your phone. never have you seen zayne so flustered; he must've known you were planning to frame him over an app with an underaged girl as its icon despite you knowing the contents of said game.

— you had to stifle your laughter while zayne was explaning why the game was on his phone as if he was presenting a medical thesis — that much detail should suffice.

— according to zayne, he's actually someone who played this game ever since its release. he liked the strategic aspect of it and it was a stress reliever of sorts.

— he also played it because the main plot device for arknights, originium, reminded him of you and protocores, but he won't ever admit to this.

— post-interrogation (?), you took a look at zayne's account; and for someone who claimed that it was just a casual stress reliever, the claim was absolutely ridiculous.

— level 120. all medals obtained. all stories, challenge modes and game modes cleared. all of the operators maxed out and mastered. the six star operators only had the necessary potentials and masteries too — was he a cardiac surgeon or an arknights dev??

— also, just what about arknights is relaxing?? it's notoriety for its difficult gameplay amongst gacha games was nothing to sneeze at, and zayne's a doctor in real life! why in the fucking hell would he want to take a break from his job by playing as a doctor?!

— you ended up surmising that normies couldn't possibly understand geniuses.

ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ・star rail

— you two were waiting for the release together ever since the pre-registering and beta testing, let's be real.

— but GOD, rafayel's so laughably terrible at this game despite it not requiring much skill.

— what's even worse is that he's a whale. a big one.

— even when you explained how seele was destined to fail in long-term meta due to her gimmick's trigger conditions, rafayel slammed his credit card down for her, claiming it was "good investment" and that you were just one of those meta-haters.

— and fastforward to addition of the newer characters, you completely steamrolled rafayel's claim. granted, seele was hardly what you'd consider as terrible by any means. but to rafayel, who plays with quote in quote "only the best of the best", it was pretty funny seeing him scowl at DHIL a couple months later.

— seele's been gathering dust since, by the way.

— rages over chests. he couldn't find that one chest at cloudford and the divination commission and he was about to break his pc. this ain't even genshin with hundreds of chests per region. though, in his defense, cloudford was really annoying with all of the contraptions, and it was easy to get lost in the divination. no seriously fuck that shit

— don't get me fucking started with simulated universe. while he eventually learned how to manage through the stages, the process in getting there was quite painful for him to experience and for you to watch.

— one thing that didn't change, though, was his ridiculous luck in terms of artifact-pulling. crit rate, crit damage, energy regeneration, atk increase – you're convinced the game knows that rafayel's a huge spender and they're rewarding him for his services.

— well, he'll manage somehow, even with his all-dps team with zero sustain or support. heh.

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[bullet-prooflove]

Punishment: Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader

GIF IS NOT MINE

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It’s been less than a day when Chibs finds you. He knows what can happen in the space of a few hours, the damage that can caused. It drives him, it makes him relentless, ruthless, merciless. The blood he’s shed in your name should frighten him, but it doesn’t because he would do anything to have you back in his arms and away from this part of his life. You were never meant to see the violence; you were never meant to endure it.

He sees similar inclinations from his brothers. The men whose affairs you have take care of, the ones whose secrets you have kept, the ones that you have fought for.

Out of them all it’s Tig that understands the recklessness of his actions. He tells him as much when he uses pliers to tear the teeth out of that IRA bastard’s mouth, it takes three before they get the information they need. Chibs would raze this town to the fucking ground if it meant keeping you safe and Tig would help salt the earth afterwards.

It’s bad. Worse than he could have imagined. He tries to keep his shit together but when he sees the mess they’ve made of your back, it feels like he’s been eviscerated. He can’t fucking breath past the taste of copper on his tongue. His gaze strays to the bullwhip, neatly bundled up on the empty crates that used to contain their AK 47s, your blood still encrusted on the thongs of the device.

It’s Tig that cuts you down, the rope fraying away from the wooden beam of the barn as Chibs cups your face in his hands, his thumbs ghosting over the mascara that’s trailed down your cheeks. You hiss through your teeth as the rope breaks and you fall into the shelter of his chest, the remnants of your silk blouse barely preserving your dignity.

It’s the cruelty of the punishment that jars Filip, and he knows it could have only have come from Galen. He thinks the other man who would have known exactly what he was doing when he inflicted each and every lash upon your fragile skin. He’s been witness to something like this before, back in Ireland when one of the Sons over there had been caught with one of the King’s underage daughters. He knows there’s an apprehension in the agony and sometimes that’s worse than the actual affliction.

He knows that this is a personalised message, and he knows it’s meant for him. This lashing it wasn’t meant to kill you. It’s like the scars on his face, you’re meant to bare the marks for the rest of your life, to look in the mirror and know that you’re only crime was loving a man who lived on the wrong side of the law.

He wants the cunt dead; he wants everyone who participated in your torture fucking dead. He wants to burn every single one of those fuckers alive and hear their screams echo into the night. You whimper and he cradles you to his chest, his cheek pressed against the top of your head as he whispers the tenderest words into your hair. Your fist grips the leather of his kutte, the strength of your grasp surprises him as he bows his head so that he can hear the words you whisper in his ear.

“Make him fucking bleed.”

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[starshifter]

Hi, it's me, the not-anymore-anon who asked about Amphoreus trailers. I, too, have been full of far too much glee about Blade's two second appearance lol, but what I wanted to ask about is actually poor Cloud-Piercer! Because you wrote about how it's so important to Dan Heng as something that enabled him to live his life in freedom (which, yeah), so when I saw Cloud-Piercer snapped in half I really cringed and instantly remembered that scene where Dan Heng thanks Blade.

So, my question, or I should say questions: Any particular opinions about it? Is the Dan Heng in your head low-key screaming about it lol? And what do you think that might mean in canon? Like, is Dan Heng going to use more cloudhymn for the rest of Amphoreus by necessity? Which I admittedly would like to see. The Home Decor event has proven that he's been getting more comfortable with coudhymn (which was my headcanon, so it was nice to have that confirmed). Also, Cloud-Piercer is pretty definitely getting fixed up sooner or later, I should think, but who'll do it? Is that how we're finally getting our renheng reunion, because Dan Heng aks Blade for help? And what will Blade think of that? (Side-note: Is it just me, or does the probably-red ribbon Dan Heng used to temporarily fix up Cloud-Piercer look like Blade's lol?)

As you can see, I have been extremely overthinking this lmao, but Hoyo probably didn't snap Dan Heng's emotional support weapon for no reason, so I can't help but wonder. And then I wondered if you had any thoughts about it you might want to share!

hello, hello! nice to see you again! and if you have been overthinking things, i do not even want to know what the word for whatever crack cocaine state my brain went on at the two seconds of my fixation being on screen...

i.....may have uhhh.... yelled some not so nice things at not!kevin when i saw cloud piercer. ahahah? (wait fuck whats his name again? uhhh... phainon! right! i knew that. ive definitely not been calling him kevin this whole time even though i dont know who kevin is)

I am REALLY hoping they do a little time rollback and fix Cloud Piercer right up again because if it is broken I might actually start crying. That's one of the few pieces of Yingxing left and he can't make anymore because he's fucked up his hands as Blade 😭😭😭 Time reversal does seem like the most likely outcome of them breaking it though. They'd have to redo his animations if they actually destroyed Cloud Piercer, and I can't see them doing that.

....also i'm not actually sure what red ribbon you're talking about? i have mostly been looping the stellaron hunters, to be perfectly honest (if that part of the video ends up with the most played thing, know that it's my fault lol). are you talking about this by any chance?

Cause cloud piercer has always had that wrap. (i have not looked up reference images of cloud piercer multiple times. why would i do that ahahaha....ha... i also hold zero head canons about yingxing putting that red wrap there to remind df of him. seeing as most of the other instances of red on df's design are also yingxing related. earings... bracer's rope...)

you can sort of see it here? it's in the texture on the haft he's still holding. (mostly you can see the sound of me sobbing hysterically about cloud piercer, actually)

I would imagine that Dan Heng is not happy about this, honestly. Cloud Piercer is one of the few things he's had since he left jail, and he built his life in freedom around his ability to use it so effectively. Like, we think of him like an archivist (or at least I do? does the rest of the fandom also do that?), but he's technically a guard. He was a guard on all the IPC ships he boarded too. That's basically his career path. Even if he has no memory of Yingxing tied to the spear, it's definitely something precious to him. We know that he spends a lot of time keeping it polished up and such, so having it broken like this... I'm sure he's internally screaming, yes. Even if he's too emotionally dead outside to externally scream lol (i should stop bullying him, he's grieving his emotional support weapon rip)

To be honest, I think they snapped Cloud Piercer for one very simple reason: they needed to establish that not!kevin is OP. So they fucked up both the boys. That's it. And that's also why I think they'll give us a simple (lol) solution like turning back time to fix it. I don't expect it to be broken for very long in the course of the story.

Dan Heng cleaning with cloudhymn honestly reduced me to tears I was laughing so hard. He tries SO hard to be the one with the brain cell, and then he goes and does shit like that. God, i love him. But no, I don't really think we'll be seeing much Cloudhymn from him. Not unless we can get him back to his full Vidyadhara state. He does seem to be working to improve his ability to use it while playing at human, but I doubt he'll be relying on it in combat. You don't want to use a weapon you can't trust. His control and power seems to be greatly enhanced when he has his horns out, but otherwise, nah. Cloud Piercer or bust.

God, I want Blade in the story again so so so so much, but I don't think we'll see him on Amphoreus. (They're likely saving the Renheng reunion for a future Xianzhou update as that's where their story is centered.) We MIGHT see the Stellaron Hunters outside of Amphoreus helping the others, but I highly doubt we'll see them on the planet itself. Largely, because I'm not sure they could even get to Amphoreus without the help of a memokeeper. Maybe Elio could get around that with his future knowledge, but I doubt.

I do hold some hope that we might get some flashbacks from the Trailblazer remembering their time with the Stellaron Hunters though. It's probably not gonna happen, but they were in the trailer in conjunction with the Trailblazer, and I live in hope, okay? I desperately want to know what Kafka and the Trailblazer were to each other. Is she actually the deadbeat mom? I must know.

[amazingmsme]

how do you think it would go if Pete, Ruth, Richie, Steph and Grace had a tickle fight 👀 like who would win, who would get ganged up on, stuff like that!

I know you’ve gotten a lot of npmd aks, so if you aren’t in the mood to write for them, which is totally understandable, what about this but with the tgwdlm office group!

I will never ever tire of getting any kind of Hatchetfield asks! It’s been a fave fandom of mine for a long time & people are finally giving it the love it deserves! Whether that be because they just found the fandom or the new show rekindled the love, I couldn’t be happier about all the npmd & Hatchetfield asks!

I feel like Grace & Ruth would start it. Grace is the spear header of the plan & ropes Ruth in either of her own free will or by threatening to wreck her first. I think they all have a pretty fair shot at winning, & they’ve all won at least once but I think Steph is most likely to win because she’s got so much fire & I feel like she’d lowkey be a sore loser so she MAKES herself win no matter the cost. If she’s feeling nice she’ll team up with Pete & share the victory. Despite how ticklish he is, I think Richie has a pretty good shot at winning! He gets real excited about it & has such an unhinged energy about him, I feel like he’d pull out all the stops! He’s got the power of God and Anime on his side, after all. Poor Ruth usually never wins unless she teams up with someone stronger, but that’s because she doesn’t necessarily want to win, she just wants to have fun with her friends! Grace is similar in the fact that she doesn’t care about winning, she just wants to cause a bit of wholesome chaos!

Now for the office crew, ft. Emma because she visits Paul during his lunch which just so happens to be when these tickle fights break out

Ted & Charlotte absolutely DOMINATE these office tickle fights! Charlotte is usually the one to start them, unless Bill is feeling particularly silly & fun. Sometimes he teams up with Char to put Ted in his place or get Paul to cut loose. If Emma happens to walk in during all of this, then she’ll come to Paul’s aid & help him win. Sometimes Ted will instigate it & team up with Bill. Unless he wants to wreck Bill, then he’ll seek out Paul’s help. But yeah, Charlotte & Ted are the ones who win the most, but that’s just ‘cause they’re the office’s resident lers, despite their own ticklish weaknesses lol