#so should bloodlusty

[tomb-of-flora]

The game Hades has given me such an affection for Ares. I didn't even know that was possible, since most things just kind of depict him as an asshole bruiser with nothing going on behind the eyes. But I just love the way that Hades depicts him as so obsessed with and appreciative of violence, war, and death. It honestly goes beyond concerning and bloodlustful (I don't think bloodlustful is a word, but it should be) and turns into him just being a huge dork for murder. Like he is just so hyped about his domain and the people who participate in it. He is so eager to grant power and inspire bloodshed, and has an appreciation for people who hone the power he grants and make meaning out of fighting.

And it's also funny because everyone else treats him like he's super weird/not fun to be around, and it certainly is a little off-putting how much he wants Zagreus to stab people, but it just shows nuance that war gods are not often given in my opinion. I think it gives him an interesting flavor and separation from Athena without making him just completely unlikable.

Anyway, all this to say, I like a lot of the gods in Hades. I like how they are as characters, and they also look awesome. But I think about their Ares unprompted because he's the only one I basically *only* like in Hades. (I don't know that he's my favorite, but he is very fun to interact with and is unique to me)

[tarrynightss]

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽

Pairing: Miles Quaritch x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst (like ALOT), graphic descriptions of violence and death, no happy ending

Summary: Had you and Miles ever been build to last? You certainly thought so, proudly wearing his ring on your finger. But when the tensions rise, and it becomes time to choose sides, will he stand with you? (read the inspo post for some spoilers)

A/N: Damn maybe I am evil. This fic is based on this idea I had. There will be a part two with Recom Miles

A laugh resonates throughout the room, the soft yellow light from outside pouring in through a small window. It’s so warm as you shift under the blankets, laying on your side as you stare at your lover. His hand runs over your bare waist, the adoration in his blue eyes clear. Miles could not remember the last time he had laughed like this. It was as if you had brought color back to his life, your warm smile seared into his mind. 

“Don’t tell me you are going soft on me, Colonel.”

Your voice is smooth like honey, and he stares at your lips as you speak. Soft? He scoffs. Perhaps you were right. You had him wound around your little finger, the man growing anxious whenever he wasn’t near you. It was supposed to be a one night stand, some fooling around to blow off steam, but it had grown into so much more these past few months. Never had he thought he would fall for some science nut.

Miles moves some hair out of your face, stroking his fingers over your soft skin. Touching you feels natural, feels right, and the face of content you make has his own lips curling up into a smile. 

“I love you.” 

The words come out so easily it frightens him, never having been the type of man to say it out loud. He knows he’s no easy man to love, and the situation you both are in isn’t ideal either. But you don’t point out any of that. Instead, your eyes sparkle as you place your hand over his, cupping it against your cheek. 

“I love you too, Miles.”

Miles marches down the hallway with quick steps, his hands balled into fists as he curses under his breath. You had lost your damn mind, undermining him in front of everyone to defend some savages. He had known you would not be pleased with his proposal, but you are his fiancé, for crying out loud! You were the last person he wanted to hear call him a bloodlusty fool. He should’ve gotten you taken out of that Avatar program as soon as you started rambling about Pandora’s native population and how you were going to learn their ways, but he didn’t. He loved you, and seeing your passion for it had foolishly blinded him. 

You run after him, fumbling with the device you’re holding as you bring forward the same holographic screen you had shown him and the others at the meeting. You should not have said what you did in the heat of the moment, but this is far more important than any of that. 

“Miles! Please! I’m sorry! Please listen!”

He stops so suddenly that you almost crash into him, staring down at you with furious eyes. It makes your stomach drop, but you press the screen under his nose regardless. 

“If you don’t believe me nor Grace, fine, but we have proof. Solid data that shows that there is more at play here,” you plead with him. 

Miles looks at what the Na’vi call Hometree, perfectly mapped out with a thousand or million little connections running through it. At the moment it only fuels his anger. 

“Because of the connections between trees?” he fumes in a way that makes you feel foolish when you nod. 

He hums, looking you over as he pretends to consider it for a moment before sharply turning around, nearly knocking the device out of your hand. You stand there, nailed to the ground in shock. He had never been a big science guy, but he had never disregarded you in this way. You hope it’s just payback for what you had said. 

Miles continued walking towards his room, and just as he feared, you chased after him. He did not try to stop you as you walked in after him, the door sliding closed behind you with a hiss. The quarters are pretty much as much his as they are yours, not having slept in your own bunk for months. 

He puts his hand over his face, as unsure as to what to do as you are. It’s hard to be mad at you, but god, what the hell did you expect?!

“The decisions has been made. I will follow my orders, and so should you,” he tells you stiffly and turns towards the wall, praying this will be the end of it. 

You shake your head, slamming the device in your hand down on the metal table next to you, the loud ringing noise it emanates making his muscles tense. 

“That’s bullshit!” you curse and move to look at him, his hand still concealing his facial expression. “This is not just a mission, Miles, we are talking about taking dozens of lives!” 

His hand drops from his face and he looks at you with exhaustion. “Newsflash sweetheart, but that’s what most military missions boil down to.”

You go silent for a second before scoffing, unable to tell him he’s wrong. “That does not mean it’s right.”

Your eyes meet his, and they beg Miles to show mercy. “There are children there, babies. Defenseless creatures who have no idea that there’s any conflict going on.” 

His jaw tightens. Babies. An image flashes through his mind of you holding your own little bundle of joy, your face radiating as you smile. He almost grimaces, realizing his brain truly has been turned into mush by you. 

A chair scrapes over the ground as he pulls it back to sit down, the screen of your device still flickering on the table. He braces himself. “Well, then at least they won’t know what hits them.”

Disgust washes over you at Miles’s words. You try to convince yourself he doesn’t mean it, that he’s just bluffing. You have been with him for over half a year now, he couldn’t be like this. 

You find the ring around your finger, anxiously twisting it around as you once again reassure yourself. He may not be a kind man, but he’s not this either. 

“Don’t be like that,” your voice comes out just above a whisper. “What if it was our child?”

His gaze flicks from your face to your stomach briefly before he painfully balls his hand into a fist, putting it on the table in front of him. “We don’t have one.”

“For god's sake, Miles!” you hiss and move closer to him, staring down at him with panicked eyes. “But what if we did? What if it was our child in there?!”

You want him to say something, anything that shows that he would care. He swallows, throat bobbing.

“Then I would them to get the fuck of there before they get nuked.”

The last bit of hope on your face disappears. As you look into his hard, cold eyes, you see that he is not bluffing, and you wonder how you ever saw any warmth in them at all. 

You do not want to cry, but at the prospect of losing everything you love in a matter of days, your resolve stands no chance. 

Hot tears stream down your face as you shake your head, desperation washing over you. “Don’t do this, Miles. I will beg you if that pleases you. I will get on my knees and beg till my voice is gone if that means you won’t go through with this.” 

Your hand finds his face, reaching out to that man who cuddled you when you couldn’t sleep, to the one who would laugh with you, the one you love. 

“You are asking me to betray humankind,” Miles says, his voice strained. 

“No,” you reply quickly, eyes flicking over his expression and trying to read the hint of something in his voice. “I am asking you to at the very least be neutral. You would neither fight the Na’vi nor support them. We could go away until this is all over.”

You smile weakly at him, the corners of your mouth twitching under the stress. “We could go back to earth, get married, start a family. We’ll leave all this behind.”

It’s a tempting offer, his throat feeling closed up as he takes it in. Just the two of you, a normal, simple life. No more fighting, no more danger. He’d get the family that he never thought he’d have. 

“No.”

Your hand falls as his answer hits you, betrayal written all over your face. 

Miles loves you, but he can’t do it. He is not the type to pull back, can’t betray the military he has served for so many years. Sempre fi. The words have to bring him strength, comfort, but they pale at the sight of pure hurt on your face. 

“No,” he says again, both to you and himself.

Your mind reels. Does he not even care that all you had will be over? And for what? Honor? Duty? All a heap of shit in your eyes. 

The deep breath you’ve been holding comes out shaky, more tears falling from your eyes. Your fingers fumble with taking his ring off, and you glance down at it one more time. Your heart throbs painfully in your chest, the tension inside you rising as you realize you will be on opposing sides. It all builds and sears before something snaps, and you let out a strangled cry, throwing the now useless piece of metal in his lap. 

“I won’t need this anymore then!” you yell, but all he does is watch, not even bothering to catch the ring as it slips down the front of his shirt and clatters to the ground. 

He had never been meant for marriage, he thinks. Perhaps it was better if it crashed and burned now. 

You heave at his lack of response. “Say something you fucking bastard!”

The muscles in Miles’s neck tense as he cocks his head to the side, producing a forced grin. “It’s been fun, sweetheart.”

The patronizing tone of his voice has your cheeks burning, feeling like an absolute fool. He had strung you along, used you. He would’ve never done anything for you that didn’t benefit him. 

You storm off without another word. Miles Quaritch had turned out to be exactly the man everyone thought he was, you had just been too blinded by love to see it.

—

Blood slowly trickles down into Miles’s eye, his teeth grinding down on one another as he balls his fists. Jake Sully. The man stands in front of him in his Avatar form, hissing ferally. Jake had taken you with him, flown off with you to god knows where and dragged you into this war. Quaritch’s blood boils at the notion. Whether you wear his ring or not, you are his, and he had locked you away for your own good. Sully had no right to interfere with that. 

“Where is she?” Miles shouts, the knife of his AMP suit raised up in defense. 

Jake shakes his head, teeth bared. “Gone. Shot down by one of your soldiers.”

No. Miles growls in anger at the lie. He had given orders to take you in alive, had spread both your human and Avatar picture out to every soldier he could reach. He glances back to the unit placed nearby. If your Avatar did get shot, you’d be in there, in pain, but very much alive. You wouldn’t have been foolish enough to run back out as a human, right? 

“Come on old man.”

You had beckoned him towards you with your hand, your knuckles covered with hand wraps. You barely ever worked out, but had not hesitated to accept his challenge. Land one hit on him and he’d agree to take a little trip on Pandora with you. You were bold, Miles would give you that, but your skills were lacking. There were dozens of holes in your defense as you stood, and before you could even react, he had knocked you to the ground. 

But you didn’t give up, oh no, using any measures to work your way out from under him and get back in the fight, yelling ‘again!’. You would not give up until you couldn’t go anymore.

The waver in Miles’s attention allows Jake an opening, grabbing a discarded metal piece with a knife-like end from the ground and charging his enemy with it. It pierced right through the front of  Miles’s AMP suit, the sharp end only an inch removed from his face. His mind shifts to full on survival mode as he tears the hunk of metal out of his suit, the suffocating air of Pandora quickly starting to seep in. The glass in front of him is useless now, barely anything visible through the scattered pieces, and so he presses a button to eject it out of its frame. He scrambles to put on the emergency oxygen mask as his heart beats fast in his chest from the lack of air.

Sully won’t give up without a fight either, uncaring that he possesses no weapons as he charges the Colonel. He puts up one hell of a fight too, the mechanic suit struggling to withstand his blows and pulls, the metal creaking when Jake attempts to rip pieces of it off. When he’s purged on top of the AMP suit, Miles sees an opportunity, grabbing him by the braid that protects his queque. 

Jake groans in pain as he’s smashed down to the ground, the grip on his braid unwavering as he’s dragged around. Miles raises Jake up, intending to crush his throat till it’s mush in the suit’s fingers. He would pay for what he had done. 

“Stop!”

The voice rings loud through Miles’s head. 

“Stop! Miles!”

His eyes snap away from his enemy, widening as he sees you. Your Avatar form is bloodied but not gravely wounded, the warpaint on your face matching those of the rest of the Na’vi he’s seen. You move towards him, slow but agile, your long tail sweeping behind you. The way your big, yellow eyes watch him disturbs him. There’s something so familiar in them, carrying that same twinkle as your own, but the rest of you is completely alien. 

“Miles.” Your voice beckons him, makes him forget for just a moment where he is. 

He doesn’t let go of Jake as you come closer, in fact he makes no move at all. Miles realizes that even in this odd form, he’s relieved to see you. These days without you had been torture, the Colonel laying awake every night, kicking and hitting walls out of frustration as he could find no way to get to you. 

As you inch towards him, he wonders if you’re going to try to convince him to come with you again. Though he did not want to admit it, this battle was finished, so if there was ever a moment to give into your request, it was now, his own harsh breathing signaling he could not go on for much longer. 

You glance from him to Jake, watching your friend struggle in his grip. Miles notices how your pupils dilate when they flick back to him. A sign of affection as you once told him. You still love him, even after all he did. 

Maybe- Maybe he should go with you, perhaps it wasn’t -

Within the blink of an eye, you have jumped onto his suit, crying out as you drive a dagger through his chest. 

-too late. 

Miles’s eyes open wide in shock as he stumbles back, letting go of Jake in the process. His mind is unable to catch up with what just happened. You had stabbed him, and he shakes his head weakly in disbelief as you stare at him. You wouldn’t do that, you wouldn’t… he feels his brain fogging up as blood seeps from his wound, blurring everything. 

Your mouth opens to reveal your fangs as you pull your dagger back out of Miles with a wet squelch, causing him to stutter as he coughs up blood. You aren’t hissing, no, instead your face has warped into a pained grimace. Your weapon instantly drops to the ground, tears forming in your eyes. He’s confused as to why you look so sad, his grip on reality slipping as he bleeds out. The harsh sunlight blurs your surroundings, and for a moment he thinks you are back in his room, your human face framed so beautifully by your hair as you smile at him. 

An attempt at your name leaves his lips as his knees give in, the suit going down with him. There’s too much blood and spit flowing from his mouth for you to understand what he’s saying, his face quickly becoming stained with it as it flows through his mask. In his mind he said it. He said your name, said that he loves you, that he’s sorry.  

Your shaky hand cups the back of Miles’s neck, propping him up slightly. Your tears drip down on his mask as you silently weep, watching as the color in his face continues draining until his eyes go vacant. His body sputters in your grasp once more, a last impulse from the nervous system, and then he hangs limp, the Colonel long gone.

You tell yourself you had no choice as you stare into his empty, blue eyes. He would not have stopped. You had given him a way out and instead he destroyed and killed everything in his way. He would’ve fought for the humans till his last breath. This had to happen. Didn’t it? Didn’t it?! You pull his lifeless body up, holding it against yours as a choked scream leaves your throat. You had never felt pain this sharp. 

It’s not until you feel Jake’s hand shaking you by the shoulder that you realize that you’ve been holding Miles’s lifeless body for god knows how long, your throat sore from weeping. Your body feels cold and stiff, shaking as Jake helps you put down Miles.

You know you have to leave, but before you do, you start searching for his dog tags, patting down his uniform. What you find instead is something that makes your blood run cold, your fingers tracing the outline of a ring in the chest pocket of his jacket. It’s so tiny in your hands as you pull it out, holding it as if it were made of glass. He had carried it around on his heart ever since you gave it back to him. 

A sad smile forms on your trembling lips and you press the ring against them. 

I love you too, Miles. I’m sorry. 

[sky-kiss]

Oc ask! If Joi could conquer any realm/city what would it be and why?

OOOOH! Thank you.

OK. So, the answer depends a little bit (lot) on how like uh...deep in the Durge she is at the moment. If she's been off galivanting in the Abyss, getting a bit of her bloodlust on, it'll change.

Most frequently, the answer is Cania/Mephistar. She would love to gift Raphael his father's head and city. It irks her that they are obligated to wait and cannot move on him. The fact that he's bound Haarlep and marked Raphael infuriates her; they are hers.

In more bloodlusty moods, Joi extends this to the Throne of Bhaal in Gehenna (he doesn't actually have it anymore, but I gave it back to him). That should be her throne.

If she's in a fit of absolute bat-shit insanity, probably brough on by sippin' too much Raphael-juice (you may read that however you like), she'd love to take Nessus.

She cannot take Nessus; she will never take Nessus. But it's the sort of thing you promise in the throes of passion or whatever.

Thanks for the ask, love!

[szif]

i wish i could tell all my extremely sensitive information online like i want to be posting real time photos of where i am and tell people what my daily plan is etc like that should not be an unsafe thing. for me. i should have two bodyguards on my side so i don't get repercussions of it. a social media manager that just makes people not be mad and bloodlusty about me. this should be me. i would be posting my bank numbers like "wow, these numbers look so silly !! 🤪🤪🤪🤪 who picked them ??? 🤔🤔🤔" thinking nothing bad could happen from that

[tetheredcloud]

i think part of why i love tumblr so much is because people here are as mad about ads as i am. when i express my bloodlusty hatred towards how insane the ad situation has gotten on youtube (i should not be fucking getting an ad on a 10 second video) other people are like, you should buy youtube premium its so cheap. no id rather feed a horde of mosquitos with my blood than give one cent to youtube. why dont you just get an adblock? i do have one but i think youre missing the point. i remember adless youtube. every time i get two unskippable ads back to back or get a fucking unskippable ad on a 15 SECOND video i think about how youtube used to be. but on tumblr all the other tumblrinas want to put peoples heads on stakes with me. love this website💞

[cress-meadowforge]

"Perhaps tonight, we should start another rumor." Cress had changed by now, stripped down to the flesh dress, looking particularly brutal in that elegant, bloodlusty way only Careers could. She preferred this to the leech dress, which was cumbersome -- though it did give her greater appreciation for Slate's cake costume. Still, it felt good to be in her element. Watching the chaos unfold, news of Eleven spreading like a virus, infecting them all -- with fear, and curiosity, and hope. And she, able to operate in the periphery. "I heard Nano and Conny eloped during the games, so he now goes by Nano Terra Byte."

@masonxxbrick

[lachiennearoo]

My issue with dark!Peter isn't just the fact that he's being violent (I mean it's literally a staple of him donning the symbiote suit (shown in every image in this post, let's remember, this is all black suit Peter), it makes him go super bitter and edgy and bloodlusty he can't really NOT be like that in these arcs). My issue is when people want the NORMAL Peter to be like that. They're like "I'm sick and tired of him being a good guy he should go and kill some people".

The whole thing with "with great powers comes great responsibility" as well as the core goal of the dark suit is to show that while obviously Peter is not perfect and he too has those dark urges, he's strong enough to resist them in normal times and it takes an alien symbiotic creature to take these out into the real world. I don't like how people equate violent with badass. That someone who is actively fighting against violent thoughts and will put other's lives above himself and always hold back his strength is "weak".

This shit is the same as those Snyder Superman fans who want him to be "dark" because him being a symbol of hope and goodness is "boring".

So yeah. We explored Peter's darker urges in NWH when he tried to kill Norman, enraged that he'd killed Aunt May. And who stopped him? Another Peter, an older, wiser Peter who knew better than him. Who'd been through the black suit arc, who'd killed people, and who knew killing would do nothing to stop the ache in his heart. I think it was a good representation.

He IS capable of killing. He's just a good person, and actively chooses not to because he believes there's a better way.

THAT'S why he's cool.

And everyone should focus on that. Not the dark urges and the "potential" to be "cooler".

@superohclair 's post about how MCU Peter is such a horrible adaptation reminded me of why I keep these comic panels on file for everytime someone calls Peter a cinnamon roll:

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

💚, 😘, 👫, 💔, 💝, 🤐, ⚔️ - For Robibi

✧ ── 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

💚Are they prone to jealousy?

── Without a doubt, but its much more in a "how dare this person think that they're worthy of sharing the same space with my partner" than worry Danny will leave him? He's extremely confident in their relationship and has 0 doubts that they'll be together for the rest of their lives. He almost thinks its funny when people do try, but he holds the malicious laughter to himself.

😘Does their demeanor change when in a relationship? 

── His demeanor with others stays relatively the same, and the first few months of the relationship will still be met with suspicion and wary gazes, but once that fades Robin lets himself loosen. The way he acts with Danny is so much more open than when he's with others, he doesn't have to perform and can really sink into his own indulgence without worry of being rejected or shamed. So, yes, but its something that grew over time.

👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private?

── Robin is a romantic at heart and follows traditional courting as well as being a charming partner who will happily show the world how he feels about his partner (to a degree ofc). When he and Danny are alone I really do feel like they never stop touching eachother and being stupidly domestic - its the only place they're really able to be that way. They're affectionate as hell - good for them gays good for them

💔Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with?

── Boring, uninteresting people - Its very easy to catch Robin's attention, he's incredibly observant and notices every little flicker of personality, but its also easy to lose his attention. He likes smart, intelligent people who can keep up with him and lacking compelling personality traits will make him not take notice to them. This is part of the reason he gravitates towards dangerous individuals; wolves should stay in a pack, that sort of thing.

💝How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship?

── Oh this really depends on the nature of the relationship, but given Dannbin I'd say he felt comfortable about 3 months in? The line of where their interviews ended and romance began is really blurry, so its possible that he felt comfortable during the interviews. He'd have clocked Danny's personality quite well, and the parts of it he tries to keep shrouded, and relaxed with that knowledge. As for feeling actually secure, once they brought it up that they would live together - a huge step for any relationship but given they're bloodlusty people its a pretty massive deal to trust the other not to slit their throat.

🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first?

── I'm not sure if he confessed first but he definitely was the first to make his intentions known, he accepted their interviews and invited Danny out to private locations for food and drink. Horrifically they feel like the couple that they never really ... actually confessed! They were probably super comfortable already and one of them just sort of said it and it wasn't a big deal because it was obvious without being said? That sort of thing.

⚔️ Are they protective of their partner?

── Incredibly. Robin is fiercely protective of his loved ones and Danny is no exception; he's his world and he loves him to a desperate degree. In every verse Robin does not commit murder, but to protect him? He wouldn't hesitate in driving the knife through someones skull. And he wouldn't even feel a lick of guilt after, probably relishing in it tbh.

[hamliet]

hello, hamliet! have you read the newest bsd chapter? if so, what are your thoughts? i enjoying reading your analyses :)

Yup yup yup. Chuuya! It's been 84 years! And he's vamped!

But I think it's a great team up with lots of character growth and thematic potential. I'm not worried about anyone dying (permanently).

Anyways, the current chapter has a ton of thematic and character set up around the theme of fathers and children (if Asagiri is gonna reference Turgenev, a Russian contemporary of Dostoyevsky's best known for his book Fathers and Sons/Parents and Children, this is how). It also offers Dazai specific challenges in facing the worst and best parts of himself.

Firstly, let's talk Sigma. Sigma is a massive foil to Atsushi, Akutagawa, and Q. They are kids (coded as anyways) and are paying for their mentors' mistakes and wishes. Akutagawa literally died/got vamped to Atsushi just to please Dazai, Atsushi is scared and alone, Q is probably vamped and has been locked up by a mafia that hates and resents him yet craves his power, and Sigma is at the mercy of Fyodor and Gogol.

Like, this scene and dialogue could well be Atsushi or Akutagawa:

I've also talked previously about how Sigma's half/half design is a callback to Q and specifically to how Q's been treated by Chuuya and Dazai. Now Sigma's in that same position except his soukoku are Fyodor and Gogol. And Sigma's making it canon text that he just wants to live, to live freely, and to have a home, which is something Akutagawa and Q can't do in the mafia, and something Atsushi needs to learn:

When desperate for a home, kids will do anything.

The framing of the chapter is also interesting and powerful. The scenes inside the prison are intercut with those of a child (Aya) literally running with a newly rescued adult (Bram) on her back, trying to save him despite him being, y'know, older and kind of the cause of this. I say kind of because, as usual in BSD, there's nuance. Bram himself doesn't have much of a choice, and is a prisoner himself.

Of course, this parallels Bram with Dazai and Fyodor (literally prisoners), and Chuuya (a vamp). Beyond the surface, these three--Dazai, Fyodor, and Chuuya--are prisoners of other circumstances: Dazai is still not willing to face fully what his abandonment did to Akutagawa, Fyodor's ability presumably imprisons him from human contact, and Chuuya is still taking orders from someone who is the antithesis of who Chuuya wants to be (Mori).

The point of these parallels and these foilings is that Dazai, moving forward, needs to step it up as an adult. His role is to be the mentor and save the kids he is responsible for: literally Sigma here, but also then Atsushi, Akutagawa, and Q. That's always been the endgame of his arc.

It's also symbolic that Bram tries to pull the typical mentor route in a story: leave me! I'll sacrifice myself! (also what Oda did with the deconstruction of the noble death of a mentor inspiring the mentee to change his life, except Oda's was even more directly coded as a suicide because it wasn't even for Dazai or for his orphans; it was in futile revenge). The story responds to Bram with lulz nice try.

What happens then? The symbol of home, of safety and belonging and purpose, in the series, swoops in to save both Bram and Aya. And again, notably, it's the literal child of the ADA: Kenji.

Dazai now has to face Chuuya as well, and realize what's happened to him and to Akutagawa. Chuuya has always been a direct foil of Dazai's: Chuuya is motivated by his colleagues and human connections, while Dazai is... not so much. Now, Chuuya is motivated by nothing other than bloodlust and is being controlled like a puppet by Fyodor. It's almost like this should make Dazai realize what is good about Chuuya, and what he himself (Dazai) is like at his very worst: bloodlusty and supposedly really selfish, but also really controlled by other things.

I wrote previously that:

The answer of course to Chuuya’s quest for self-knowledge (which is not over) isn’t in Arahabaki’s origins or the origins of ‘Chuuya Nakahara,’ but in Dazai Osamu. Chuuya wants to understand himself as a human, and seeing someone born with it be so cavalier about his humanity and his life bothers him, especially because Chuuya clearly does care about Dazai.

This is true in the inverse, for Dazai, as well. He needs to see himself in Chuuya's vamped form and be motivated by connection to end this, to end the curse.

Also: two chapters left until craziness! I suspect Asagiri's been dragging this arc out to hit a particular point on chapter 100 (much like Isayama in Attack on Titan dragged out the Marley Arc to get to Eren's destruction reveal in chapter 100).

[makeste]

1) the most biting thing about natant getting blasted like that is that 'that was the intended outcome of the fight.' AFO deliberately withheld the info on Izuku having 6 quirks from nagant, putting her at a disadvantage against him, and loading her with that failsafe simply because he 'knew' izuku would talk-no-jutsu her, and to rub the futility in trying to save a tragic villain akin to tomura in his face. it makes a sick amount of sense though. not only does he get his kicks rubbing the

Pointlessness of heroism in izuku’s face, not only does he prove his point about Izuku being ‘worthless’ in failing to save somebody, but the entire focus he has is in stealing OFA from Izuku eventually. Due to his own sociopathic nature, he has to rely on somebody who can actually get emotionally invested in order to steal the quirk by proxy, hence him using Tomura. Demoralising izuku will just make it easier for him to steal OFA when he finally shows up for the rematch, and until then he’s

gonna get his kicks out of putting Izuku in no-win situations and watching him struggle and flail to try and save others to no avail. Nagant wasn’t sent to capture izuku, she was sent to ‘die’ in front of him, and she’s only the first of AFO’s scheme to break izuku’s willpower before they fight again.

yeah, I agree with pretty much all of this, unfortunately.

so just to get this out of the way first, the one thing I do hate about all this is that it takes away from one of the few bits of agency that Nagant's character had. first she's manipulated by the HPSC into being their hired gun, and then she gets manipulated by AFO into attacking Deku. so her turning against AFO should have been a triumphant moment where she finally makes her own decision based on what she believes is right, without following anyone else's orders. it should have been a moment of her reclaiming her own agency and deciding her own fate.

but instead, assuming that this theory is true, it means that even that moment of her turning on AFO was actually part of AFO's plan all along. so even that small victory winds up being negated, because it turns out that even her betrayal was part of AFO's manipulations. which to put it mildly really sucks, and I really hope Horikoshi doesn't plan to let her character arc end on such a bitter note. she deserves better than just being a discarded pawn in AFO's mind games. I hope she has a chance to kick some ass and get some payback in the final battle.

anyway, but putting aside that gripe for now, I do think this theory makes sense, and pretty much everything in the arc supports it.

first of all, AFO never needed Nagant to track down Deku in the first place. funny how he never mentions to her that he has full knowledge of Deku's whereabouts at all times, thanks to his connection to Tomura (and Tomura's Search quirk).

second, out of all the potential assassins he could have chosen, AFO goes with one who was never a proper villain to begin with. Nagant wasn't power-hungry or opportunistic or just straight up bloodlusty like many of these other villains; she was just tired of the two-facedness of hero society. and she had never actually done anything truly villainous before. the likelihood of her following through on something as unequivocally evil as capturing a teenage boy and taking him to AFO was pretty low, all things considered.

third, as you pointed out, AFO conveniently neglected to pass on vital information about Deku's quirk, something which proved to be a game-changer during the battle. it's safe to assume Nagant would have approached the fight very differently if she'd known about Float and Blackwhip, let alone the other SIXQUIRKS. she was basically set up for failure.

and finally, Horikoshi strangely brought this up out of the blue right before Nagant's introduction:

basically a reminder that the battle between OFA and AFO is a battle of wills. and up till now, it's been a battle which AFO has repeatedly lost. not even Tomura's rage, which AFO spent years carefully cultivating, was enough to subdue his brother's strength of will, and the will of OFA's newest host.

but what if that was only part of AFO's plan? "cultivate a strong enough hatred to overcome OFA's will." that's all well and good, but as a strategy it's kind of limited in its scope. let's say that AFO is a battering ram, and OFA is a heavy door. if you want to break down the door, one approach is to keep trying with stronger and stronger battering rams until you succeed. but if you've tried all that and it still doesn't work, then another and perhaps better approach would be to try and weaken the door. burn it down, pelt it with cannonballs; whatever. in other words, chip away at OFA's will until you finally wear it down to the point where it can be overcome.

and that's exactly what AFO has been doing this whole time. he hasn't just targeted the OFA users physically; he's been aiming to destroy their hearts and spirits as well. that's likely the real reason why he specifically chose Shimura Tenko as his heir. it's more than just a grudge; it's all part of his plan.

and said plan is not just limited to Nana and All Might -- he's already started in on Deku as well.

at Jakku he witnessed Deku's reaction to Aizawa and Katsuki's injuries, and knew he'd found his in. remember how he immediately baited Deku right after Katsuki sacrificed himself, calling it "pointless"? what are the odds he was simply testing the waters to see how Deku would react. and when Deku responds by instantly losing his shit and going straight up feral, AFO knows he's found his weakness, and immediately sets in on widening the cracks.

so yeah. that's his goal. it's not enough for him to just capture Deku, because ultimately he'd still wind up in the same situation as before, unable to actually steal the quirk despite all of his efforts. capturing Deku is meaningless if it doesn't get him what he actually wants. what he wants is OFA. and for him to get that, he doesn't actually need to defeat Deku -- he just needs to find a way to finally break his spirit.

it's funny, because watching this arc play out, I'd been wondering if it might end with AFO laying some sort of trap for Deku. I was picturing a scenario in which AFO took advantage of all that angst clouding Deku's mind right now, and lured him away from his protectors. basically goading him into trying to fight alone, before he's ready. and I was so focused on that speculation that I think I might have failed to see the obvious twist here. the Deku angst isn't going to lead him into a trap -- the Deku angst is the trap.

demoralize Deku until his fears and doubts become strong enough to dampen his resolve. hammer in the futility of his goal until he finally starts to question whether he can really succeed. hurt him where he's most vulnerable. and inch by inch, slowly but surely chip away at his hope. that's AFO's plan. good old fashioned emotional siege warfare.

anyway, so now as always, I will end this latest Deku angst post with your daily friendly reminder that rivals fix everything, and so whenever Horikoshi is finally ready to solve this problem by throwing Katsuki at it, I will be there.

[crescentcrowd]

"Thanks?" Reese said as she took the box from his outstretched arm with her non-bleeding hand. He looked pained for a second and she had a flashback to that one twilight movie. "Ah, my bad." Popping her finger into her mouth, she sucked up the blood and opened the box with her free hand. "That help any?" she asked around her finger. It felt a little mean to drink the blood when he couldn't, but also kinda funny and she'd do anything for the bit. It didn't take too long to fish a band aid out of the box and once she's managed to unwrap it one-handedly, she wiped her finger on her shirt to get the saliva off. "There we go, that should be good. Feeling bloodlusty? Gonna go all Twilight on me or are we okay?"

Her nose wrinkled at the very true but rude callout and handed the first aid kit back, stuffing the band-aid wrapper in her pocket. "Hey! Sometimes we have intrusive thoughts and they win, okay? I was just checking," she ended in a mumble. "But... I guess you could help me find the paintbrushes. You know, so I don't get a papercut from the package or something. Since I'm very delicate, apparently."

He’d smelled the pebble of blood before she spoke up. It was a curious thing, how his whole body and mind seemed so wired into that one thing, that one intense desire he could never quite satiate, even at such a distance. Then again, he was pretty sure he’d been able to sniff out a Krispy Kreme donut from across the store before his change, but that didn’t calm the anxiety in his head over just how much blood secretly consumed his thoughts. Julian had been restocking canvases, a mindless and simple task, when that scent pulled his thoughts, and he’d quickly abandoned the task to fish out a small first aid kit they kept behind the register. By the time Reese was calling out for someone, he was already rounding the aisle with his arm extended before him. Nostrils flared, his blue eyes zeroed in on the small circle of red on her finger tip as he gently jabbed the box in her direction. “Here, bandaids are in here,” he said all too quickly, before attempting to collect himself. He had to be the one on the floor today. “Sorry, I have an adverse reaction to blood,” he said in a joking lilt. “Ya know, I think there’s maybe easier ways to test the sharpness of an Xacto blade, not to downgrade the efficiency of a finger prick, but, ah I hope the point was proven.” A flash of a smile, because he loved his own stupid pun. “Is that all you’re in the market for, or is there something else I can help you find? Maybe so you don’t have any other accidents,” Julian laughed, blue eyes crinkling.

[sukirichi]

imagine being the youngest among the haitani siblings. either you're just as bloodlusty, or you're extremely sheltered by the older two.

either way, what a world to be in.

oh to be the youngest haitani sibling… i can see it happening different ways. its either you grew up extremely close to your brothers and have also mimicked their same habits. play wrestling with rindou in the sandy playground when you were younger soon turns into him growing stronger and realizing he likes exerting his power into people. its canon rindou likes hearing people scream when he breaks their limbs, so sadist! rindou is a real thing. when it comes to you, however, rindou would not go that far. if you’re just as violent or great in fighting like your brothers, it’s a given you might be training with them, but rindou makes sure he doesn’t actually injure his precious sibling. he also would probably give you tips to improve your limb locking techniques !!

as for eldest sibling ran, he’s a lot more strict in letting you join their fights. its not that he thinks you’re weak, but as the eldest, he’s most protective and concerned with your well-being. ran knows you can fight. he respects you can kick his ass (though he’d brush it off and say you only won because he let you) but as much as possible, ran likes to keep you out of their gang business. he might be similar to mitsuya in the mindset that “violence should only be used in protecting others.” and in your case, he’s okay with you knowing how to fight because it’s not guaranteed he or rindou could always be there to protect you. ran needs to rest assured you can take care of yourself, but ran being ran, he might let you kick someone’s ass while he watches in amusement every now and then.

OR. you’re their most adored youngest sibling that the haitani brothers are just about the perfect definition of a helicopter dad. you cut your finger while cutting vegetables? ran is already pushing you out of the way to take over. someone dared look at you inappropriately or disrespectfully? rindou is already cracking his knuckles to get ready to hurt someone. but no matter how open they are with their gang business and violent tendencies, both ran and rindou would never let you anywhere near their gang or know anything about it. their mystery and secretiveness is for your safety.

they’ve been to juvie. they’ve hurt people as much as they’d been hurt by stronger opponents. the last thing they want is for their youngest sibling to be involved in that. though overbearing, you understand your brothers are only doing their best to keep you safe. and you’re thankful for them because they never forget to come back home at the end of the day, apologizing that once again you have to clean their wounds or that they’ve worried you.

ran and rindou are much too invested in their gang business to let it go, though. they’re going to keep coming back home with cuts on their faces that the first aid kit is always perched right at the table on the front door.

as long as they come back home, as safe as they can be, then you’re beyond grateful.

[givemearmstopraywith]

do u ever think about the scene in Halloween 5 when Jamie's about to get murdered but she says uncle and michael myers stops? because please I think about that a little too often

incidentally i, also, think about this a little too often. one thing horror gets so right is how twisted family units are, and- yes, i confess it- this is part of why i can readily call halloween my favourite slasher franchise. and i will also admit that despite how objectively bad the movies themselves actually are, i think that the thorn trilogy arc is fantastic. because what does that scene symbolize? in a single word michael myers’ monstrosity is directly addressed in a way it never is in previous films- by addressing his humanity first. because michael myers is only a man. he is a twisted man, barely a man, disguised by a mask and his own speechlessness, but he is still human, capable of human feeling and human connection. “uncle” is a monster, but he is also a man. and it is that moment that he removes his mask. i think this is the first time he willingly unmasks in the entire franchise? but i could be wrong. even the fact that he attempts to kill her again after she touches his face- you can try to unite the monster with the man, but the monster always wins. the terror always, always wins. it’s so good. 

its powerful even if we simply consider michael myers as little more than an automaton, motivated by nothing but pure bloodlusty curiosity- since that’s what jordan peele has noted makes him an ideal villain, and i agree. (i’ve seen the term psychopath and sociopath thrown around for him, but i think there’s enormous necessity in separating real psychological conditions from grotesque portrayals in horror- horror is an ableist genre, and we should strive to make it...not that.) the idea that that humanizing word cuts through the flat curiosity that has no emotion behind it- beautiful, spectacular. but i also think it becomes even more fascinating if we position rob zombie’s halloween movies as part of the same universal, specifically the 2007 remake. i don’t like zombie’s remakes, as it happens, but there is something fascinating about the idea that michael’s monstrosity develops as a response specifically to trauma, that he replicates that trauma hyperbolically and disappears into this monster figure that he creates, this mask he wears- and that by saying “uncle” jamie literally and metaphorically removes his mask and accesses the human beneath. its all very interesting and, again, why halloween is probably my favourite slash franchise. (wes craven is, obviously, my beloved, and i was initiated into horror through scream, but carpenter....nobody does it like carpenter. common opinions, yes, but they’re common because they’re right.) 

[k4yne]

Kayne leaned against the tree as he waited for the Master to get fully dressed– apparently, he wanted to be ‘fancy’ for their date, as well as ‘not burn the eyes out of all the mortals’.

“Just give me a mo’” Called the Master’s voice from the treehouse, “just giving the look one last rundown!”

He grinned, “I appreciate the effort you’re going to, dear. You’re being very… theatrical. And I love having you as a part of my show.”

“Believe me dear, it’s an honor.” The Master called back. There were a few seconds of silence. “Alright! I’m coming down!” 

After a few seconds, he had jumped down next to him, landing on his feet. He was wearing another black coat but it was more… flowey and ornate with various beads and patterns were embroidered into it.

“Oh, you look stunning, love.” Kayne said, grinning broadly, and blowing a little kiss.

“Awhhh thank youuu~” the Master cooed, pretending to catch it. “I figured I might as well dress up- with how dressed to the nines you always are I didn’t want to seem underdressed.”

“It’s just a suit, Maestro. And you’re always stunning in my eyes.”

“Yeah well-“ the master rocked back on his feet, “a tux is considered quite fancy nowadays and I don’t know- maybe I wanted a reason to dress up.”

“I think it’s fun. You’re fun. Now show me the sharks, darling. I am delighted to see what has become of dining in the new, modern era.”

“Right! Of course!l” the Master took his hand in his own, squeezing it tight. “Right this way, my love- towards the food court!”

Kayne nodded, grabbed onto the Master’s arm, and walked with him into the arena, and then, into the food court.

They walked into the Outback Steakhouse.

It was more dimly lit, with plenty of wooden rafters exposed (but in an elegant sort of way, rather than shoddy), and it had lots of… Australia stuff.

They took a seat in a booth, and a Kin came over to hand them menus.

“Nice place.”

“Yeah-“ the Master shrugged, smiling under his hood. “It’s a steakhouse. But of course we didn’t come here for the atmosphere.”

“We came here for sharks.”

“We came here for sharks-“ he paused. “And probably appetizers too.”

“Hmmmmm.” Kayne said, scanning the menu. “I’ve… never heard of any of this stuff before in my life. Except for… french fries. And mac and cheese. But these seem to be… modified versions of those dishes.”

“Yeah well- things are invented and changed through time.” The Master purred, already seeming to have made up his mind. “Does anything catch your eye? We can order whatever.”

“The… ‘gold coast coconut shrimp.’ That sounds… interesting.”

“Then go for it love. If you want to try anything else, feel free to order that as well. It’s not like we’re paying.”

“A stunning observation, love.” Kayne said, waving over a Kin. 

“Well, what can I say? Observing is what I do.” The Master purred as the Kin approached the table. “First things first, we’re gonna need a couple’a  shark attacks cocktails.”

“I’d like some of your finest shrimp.”

The Kin nodded, writing down their orders on a little whiteboard. The Master made a little chuckling noise as he pulled up the menu- almost to cover his already covered face. 

“What? Can’t I be a bit silly?”

“No. Absolutely not.” The Master held a hand to his chest, “I might actually never be able to face you again if you even thought about being silly. That would be the end of it! A tragic end, really.”

“My two forms are silly and bloodlusty. Oh, and… whatever I should call what I get around you. It’s far more than your typical human’s ‘horniness’. Sooooo… those are also on the table… but I dooooooo like being able to do this.”

Kayne turned around in his seat so that way he could put his feet over the booth back, and lean his back against the table. He grinned as he looked at his boyfriend from his sem-upside down position.

“Wow, can’t take you anywhere can I?” The Master said, leaning forward. Kayne could make out a grin beyond the blackness of his hood. “I’m sorry but you leave me no choice. Drastic measures will have to be taken, you know.” He reached out a hand to cup Kayne’s face, his gloved thumb pressed up against his lips. 

Kayne grinned, reaching up and wiggling his fingers to urge the Master closer. As soon as he could, he gripped the back of his hood with an affectionate sort of grab. Letting out an amused purr, the Master leaned forward even further until their lips were pressed together. 

Kayne used his hands to tilt the Master’s face into his own, sighing through his nose appreciatively as he eagerly intertwined their tongues in a curling sort of dance. He could hear the Master let out a deep moan, feeling his tongue lap at the inside of his mouth and reach towards the back of his throat. It was soon that he could feel the rumble of a growl emanate from the angel's chest.

Kayne began to slowly rub the Master’s head through the hood in a soft, almost petting motion. The table and silverware rattled as the Master got to his feet and leaned against it. He was already moving his thigh up onto it when the Kin returned to the table, stopping awkwardly. 

“Uh.” The kin sputtered, holding both of the cocktails.

Kayne pulled away with a reluctant sigh, laying his head down on the table and pouting dramatically.

The Master followed suit, sitting back down and ruffling his hand through his fluffy hair. 

“Ah! Looks like our drinks are here, babe!” The Master chirped, letting the Kin set them down.

“I also- uh- have the appetizers.” The Kin was seemingly looking past them- avoiding any sort of eye contact, “just give me a minute.”

Kayne nodded, looking straight for the Kins eyes. The Kin continued to avoid eye contact, and awkwardly set down the platter near Kayne’s head.

The Master just sat quietly, drink now in hand with an amused look in his eye as he watched the awkward moment play out. 

Kayne reached for a shrimp and began to slowly chew it, as the Kin finally shuffled away, making clinking noises in his armor.

“What a shame,” the Master sighed, “he didn’t even take the order for our main courses. Oh well.” He set his drink down, stirring his shark. “Annnyhow- do you wanna see what happens when we pour these bad boys into the drinks?”

Kayne twisted around, sitting up and looking intently at the shark that the Master was holding. He squinted. 

“Yeah?”

“Well-“ the Master turned it upside down, letting the red cocktail flow out from its mouth and into the main blue of the drink, “they don’t call it a shark attack for nothing.”

Kayne stared at the red liquid as it spread through the drink. He grinned widely.

“Oh, that’s hilarious.”

“Thought you’d like that” the Master said, stirring his drink. “Yours has the same.”

Kayne eagerly poured it out, stirred his drink, and took a good drink from it.

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“And” the Master lifted his drink, “everything here is free soooo we can get as many as we like!”

“I think I’d like to have quite a lot.” He downed the rest of it quickly and then took the shark and stuffed it into his handkerchief pocket.

“We can definitely make that happen, love.” The Master purred, nabbing one of the shrimp, “also sorry about that- I’ll get you more they just haven't even taken my order.”

At that, the Kin shuffled over again.

“Uh. What’d’you guys want. For the rest of your order.”

“Finally” the Master groaned as he turned towards their server, “I’ll take the burger with the bloomin onion on it. Easy enough?”

The Kin nodded tensely.

“And just a steak for me. Rare. One of the ones with lovely marbling.” Kayne said sweetly.

The Kin nodded again, noted down their orders on his whiteboard, and then handed them each another two cocktails.

The Master nodded in appreciation, downing his first cocktail before taking the second and dumping the red out into it. “Juussst keep em comin’”

Kayne smiled, as he began to stir his second cocktail. A short while later, their food arrived, along with another round.

“S o-“ theMaster started, grabbing one of his fries, “how are we feelin?”

“Honestly, better than I have in a while. Not just because of the date– though this is a very fine and fun establishment with!” he dipped the shark into the cocktail, poured the drink back out into the glass, and then shoved that into his pocket as well “delightful little sharks. But I’m genuinely… I haven’t had a real relationship like this in… ages. And you’re such a great partner. I…”

He smiled.

“I’d trust you to worship me.”

“As if I don’t already.” The Master hummed, a tint of blue flushing to his cheeks under his hood, “can’t say I’ve had one either since I got caught up in the whole darkness war thing.” He licked his lips and took another sip, “I forgot how wonderful it was.”

“Darkness war?” Kayne muttered. “What the hell is that?”

“A h.” The Master set down his drink and sighed, leaning back in his seat, “well it’s officially called the Keyblade war but I don’t want to go into a huge lecture about what that means. Butttt long story short, we, as in angels, were very caught up in a battle in this one dimension with a force/entity  known as Darkness and. Didn’t go too great. Didn’t necessarily fail either but it did end with me sealing off the way to that dimension from ours and getting stuck there. I know I know.” The Master lifted his hands, “boring sobstory.”

“It’s not boring, dear, it’s your life. I… an entity. Known as Darkness?”

“Yeah. It’s a real pain, you know.” The Master sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “still running amuck in the world. Corrupting people’s hearts. Making heartless. Attacking people. Adding more into their hive mind.” He continued, voice falling soft, “lost a lot of people in my life to that. Almost got lost to them, myself. One of the reasons I wear this coat, you know.”

“...sounds. Kinda familiar, actually.”

“Oh?” The Master cocked his head, gazing at him, “are you familiar?”

“My, uh. Sibling. Kinda. Families are weird when you’re a… whatever I am.”

The Master blinked, the expression under his hood unreadable, “wait. I’m-“ he coughed, letting his arms fall to his sides, “I don’t know if I-I understand. Siblings with-“

“Darkness. Yeah. Uh. Shit, that uh, kinda makes me look like an ass, doesn’t it? They’re… we don’t really get along, haven’t seen them in forever, did not know that they were involved with… your problems.”

“Yeah sorry sorry it’s okay just- just give me a second.” The Master took a deep breath, looking down at his food, “this is quite uh. A reveal.” He downed his drink and wiped his mouth, still staring- not at Kayne.

Kayne set his drink down and reached his hand out towards the Master’s.

“I… I realize, learning this, it… it doesn’t really help.”

The Master took a shaky breath and took his hand, “no no, I’m fine. I promise- I just wasn’t. Uh. Expecting it.”

“Neither was I. I… do you wanna… go back to sharks?” Kayne asks nervously. Fuck. Why was he nervous? He hadn’t felt nervous in millenia!

“A h- right just-“ the Master cleared his throat, pulling his drink towards him, “a shark would be nice, yes. I can process this later.”

Kayne nodded, trying his best to grin reassuringly, and began to nervously cut up his steak.

“But HEY!” The Master smiled, regaining some of his composure, reaching for his own food, “for the record, I still vastly enjoy your company! And I don’t want you to think that this puts strain on anything.”

“It… no, of course not. We can talk about all this later! And like, actually go through what’s happened with your whole “war”! For now– Outback Steakhouse.”

“Outback Steakhouse.” The Master nodded in agreement before taking a bite of his burger, “tell me more about that worship thing that you mentioned.”

"Ah. Well, as I've said, I do have a number of cultists."

“Mmmhmmm?” The Master hummed intently as he chewed. 

“And I… well, I am something of a god. You could perhaps… become an acolyte of mine. If that isn’t… if that wouldn’t be strange for you.”

“Hmmm…” the Master swallowed, “what would that entail?”

“A pledge. A bind made to me, in my name. And I suppose you could be given some emblems to wear, to… show it. It’s… it’s really not something you have to do, unless you want to.”

“Bound to you…” the Master leaned back in his seat and looked up at the ceiling as he thought. “This is a huge thing you’d be asking of me- and I’m not even sure what being bound in this context would be but that word is never used in light connotation. And there are other things I’d need to take into account of course. I’d have to think about it. As well as know the full implications.”

“It would… put you at a disadvantage. If I chose to use it. I wouldn’t– I would just use it as a way of… of closeness. But I– I don’t think it would be exactly fair to… ask you to do that.”

“I appreciate the heads up and honesty.” The Master nodded, tapping his fingers against the table, “I- I’m already down on my power as it is. I… appreciate it, love, but I think we should look for another way to connect us.”

Kayne nodded firmly. “I… want to be connected. I’ve not really… done this before. A committed relationship like this– which is– that’s what I– I want a life with you. I don’t– I can’t lose you.”

The Master cocked his head and Kayne could make out a soft smile. He reached out to take Kayne’s hand warmly. “You won’t. I promise. We can figure all of this out. We have time.”

Kayne squeezed his hand tightly.

“We have time,” he said warmly.

He then pulled his hand away and downed his next shark attack cocktail in a large gulp, sighing contentedly and wiping the drink off of his lips after he was done.

“Damn, these little things are fun.” Kayne giggled, holding up another plastic shark and sticking it onto his pinky finger.

“We are definitely building an army it seems.” The Master chuckled before downing his own and mirroring Kayne’s actions with his own shark, “I’m a proud shark parent. A sharant, if you will.”

“You’d be a good any parent.” Kayne said giidliy, as the Kin brought over several more cocktails. “And our little baby sharks are going to be well trained on the day they have to fight the evil orcas.”

“I’ve never been prouder. Honestly. And they’ve already shed their first blood awh-“ the Master giggled, “they get that from your side of the family.”

“Oh, they’re sooooo bloodthirsty.” Kayne chuckled, smearing some of his perpetually-flowing blood onto the sharks teeth.

The Master nodded, grinning as he lined all of his sharks up. “They have the best teacher for getting blood. Damn.” He giggled. “Too bad I can’t teach em how to use a keyblade. They only have fins.”

“We could still make em lil Keyblades. Tape together some toothpicks! They could hold them in their mouths.”

“Ohhhh true true. Woah they’re going to be talented little guys. Must have strong hearts!”

“Of course they have strong hearts! They’re perfect little sharks! And they've got… us as role models!”

“Mmmm they’re like you, you know.” The Master pointed a finger at Kayne, smiling dreamily, “you have a strong heart.”

“Do I?”

“Yeahhh yeah I think you do.” He nodded, “positive!”

“What’s, like… a sign of that? I don’t… I mean, I’m certainly decisive… but what makes a heart… strong?”

“Mmm it differs from person to person.” The Master was resting his head against the table now, swirling his drink. His voice was almost- singsong, “strong will- strong sense of being. A drive. Etcetera, etcetera.”

“And for me?” Kayne said, taking another sip. “I’m… what?”

“Well I’D say, for one, that you have a strong sense of being- and you know- self.” The Master reached out and popped a fry into his mouth.

“...yeah, I do!” Kayne said happily. “That’s good for me, right? Strong hearts are good, no consequences, only benefits!”

“Yeah! I’d say so.” The Master swallowed and took some more fries, “in the world where I was living, having a strong heart offered a lot of advantages. Like keyblade summoning or more resistance to corruption.”

“That sound nice. But, uh… no, I don’t wanna go into heavy stuff again. Okay. What’s your favorite color?”

“Uhhh-“ the Master thought for a while before nodding, “blue is nice I think- so is purple-? What about you, I’m guessing it’s red?”

“Red, yeah. Also black. And sometimes, a very dark sort of purple. Favorite animal?”

The Master chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “Cat.”

“Oh, I love cats. Have you had one before?”

“Do spirits created to look exactly like cats and behave like them count?”

“...show me a picture?”

“Oh shit yeah hold on-“ the Master pulled out his phone and flipped through images until he reached one with a small gray catlike creature with folded ears and black stripes. “They’re called Chirithies. I created them myself. They’re just-“ he giggled, “they’re just itty bitty dudes!”

“Oh my goodness. Those are delightful! Oh, I just want to– to grab right by their cheekies and squeeze!”

“Oh they’re soooooo squeezable!” The Master shook his phone for emphasis, “they’re really just a delight! And they’re helpful too!”

“And you just… made em? You can do that?”

“Yeah? And?”

“So you could… make one for us?”

“Oh!! Yeah sure! If you’d like!” The master put his phone back in his pocket and leaned forward again, “it might take a while to get back into the swing of creation but hey!”

“I’d… like that, yeah.” Kayne said, smiling broadly. 

“Then I’ll make it happen!” The Master replied, practically beaming under his hood.

Kayne nodded, downed another drink, and the two of them continued talking about their plans to design a absolutely adorable Chirithy as the evening wore on.

By the end… okay, it hadn’t really happened before. But this? This was drunk. Kayne was drunk. A bubbly, energetic sort of drunk, but still…. Out of it. The Master was worse, and it took Kayne nearly three tries to teleport the two of them back to their treehouse. 

Kayne dropped the Master off onto their bed, as he began to drunkenly scroll tumblr. The Master was quick to cuddle up to him, eyes barely open and wings wrapping around him. “Oh by the way, love.” The Master’s speech was slurred, “iiiiii am going to have to get up in- in a few hours or so. I- I promised the Showrunner a thing.”

“Oh, alright!” Kayne said, beginning to pet the Master’s head. “What’dya have to do now?”

“Gonna go on a quest. Thing. To Greece. Gonna save her tree daughter er’ something.” The angel yawned. “Prolly gonna take a few days… shoulda… shoulda mentioned that earlier. But it was kinda last minute.”

“...you’re leaving? For a few days. I– alright! Okay.”

“Yeah. To Greece. I think uh. Sora and that. Standley guy will be there too.”

“Alrighty. I’ll… seeya later, then.”

“I can get you something there..” the Master yawned, starting to drift into sleep, “little souvenir.”

“I’d like that, love. You sleep well now.” Kayne said, kissing the Master’s forehead and ruffling his hair feathers. He could feel the master let a deep rumble of a pure before the angel drifted off into unconsciousness.

…what was that supposed to mean? Why was he leaving? And so suddenly! HAd he fucked up that bad? Oh no, the Master was going to break up with him! The Master was too good for him, and he’d realized that, and now everything was going to go to shit. 

Kayne pulled away, running his hand through his hair nervously, but the Master’s wing… reached out. It curled around him, almost instictively, and pulled Kayne down next to the Master in a very snuggly position. The Master let’s out another purr and nuzzled his face into his neck with a content sigh.

This was.. still good. Everything was alright.

Actually I might just stay here- @k4yne you wanna hit up the outback today?

[yanderecandystore]

can we get the bullies with a male slasher s/o?

I swear like-

I swear I already did something like this?? But maybe no??¿? XD

So anyway- Alright boo, let me see what I can do- Sorry but I decided to take liberty and… Make this one be very stupid XD

TW/Tags: killer reader :3 // mentions of death // mentions of h o r n i n e s s // I have no like- Idea how to make this work so- Let's just go with it lol // low-key based on dbd, although I never played the game I know only a bit about it- // REALLY silly :P

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Horror Movies Cliches [Yandere!Bully OCS x M!Slasher!Reader - Headcanon]:

🎇 Let me set the stage for a quick sec!🎇

Let's just create a bit of context- Imagine the most over the top horror movie cliche you can think off- Some teens, hanging around a haunted place, everyone is organizing a creepy party while also trying to prank one another. The twins are part of this party because duh- They're popular? Rich? Pretty af? Everyone wants a piece of them tonight, especially you.

Although technically, not in the same way the horny bastards around here want to. While some are trying to impress them, and others try to prank them and humiliate them for at least once in their lives- You're looking for something more, well, important. You were done with being the one left behind, always ridiculed by the twins and their mob of "friends".

You wanted nothing more than sweet revenge tonight, and it didn't matter which rich asshole's blood would be spilled tonight- And even if your plan wasn't exactly foolproof, you were still going to go down and smash their skulls.

With a mask covering your face, gloves to cover your fingerprints and a baseball bat- You were ready for your first hunt tonight. What could ever stop you if not God itself?

Maybe you didn't calculate all possibilities of what could go wrong today, perhaps you should have considered that you weren't the only one bloodlusty in this party.

→ Adrien Coldwell:

Adrien is not really a- Adrien is-

What can I say about Adrien? Adrien is not the best at survival, or trying to survive, or wanting to survive-

Adrien is too lazy for this- He doesn't really put an effort in trying to hide himself, since he is sold 100% that this is just another prank. The only thing stopping you from finding him and smashing his bones is his natural luck which is conveniently protecting himself from being found.

God, this party is boring.

You would probably find Adrien by accident, just- Eating some snacks as all the other participants of the party were already dead. However- You weren't so lucky when you tried killing him right there, he ran away before you could grab him.

Now noticing how real the situation was, he was ready to find any means of communication to call for help, but it seems like all possible means of easy and quick communication has been cut off.

Adrien can either hide and pray for someone to come help him, or try to fight you off and stop you from hunting him. And of course he ain't fucking attacking you, what do you take him for?? Insane?? Dumb?? Nah bitch, he is hiding.

Up until this point, Adrien had no idea you were the one behind the mask. He thought you were a random creep that went insane and decided to take his anger out on some rich people- Which could mean he is half right and half wrong!

But honestly though, you're the last person that he imagined being capable of killing so many people in one night! He didn't even know you were invited to this party, which makes this so unfortunate to him, he could be wearing a cuter outfit if he knew you would be here!

One would assume that after showing their true identities to their victims before their death would cause their victims to become even more frightened and beg for mercy!- In your case though? Nah, that ain't happening.

Adrien is treating this situation with much seriousness as one would imagine he would- With none. Knowing that you're the one killing everyone with a bat is kinda pathetic if not hilarious to him.

After all, it's just "you". What evil can you do? Honestly, you came all the way to this place to make him "pay for his actions"?? Don't you have anything better to do on a Saturday night, honey?

To be fair- He kinda digs the "unhinged maniac" look you have going on, blood suits you so well. Hell! He bet it would suit him just as well too.

Your night was supposed to be one of pure gore and carnage, revenge against those that have harmed you- Yet here you are, being flirted with by Adrien, who is getting a little too into the "killer x victim" dynamic going on.

Ugh, you don't feel in the mood anymore… It feels so wrong when he keeps flirting about it.

In the end, you two have inverted the roles in a way. You were trying to get away from Adrien who was chasing you and making you embarrassed with as much flirting as possible.

Such an unfortunate night.

→ Alexandra Coldwell:

Alexandra would think this is all an elaborate spooky prank, yet she would be lying if she said she didn't find this all…. A bit too much.

No, s-she isn't scared! Just frustrated that this party sucks! It's so immature to just- Try to humiliate her by making her scared! Is such a low move.

Alexandra wouldn't do much effort into hiding since she doesn't think there is any danger nearby. You would have found her very early on, and you can imagine how frustrating it was to see her escaping from your grasp- You have forgotten how athletic Alexandra is, of course she would have ran away faster than you could snatch her.

Now noticing how real the situation was, she was ready to find any means of communication to call for help, but it seems like all possible means of easy and quick communication has been cut off.

Alexandra can either hide and pray for someone to come help her, or try to fight you off and stop you from hunting her. And of course she'll be fighting you- Pfft, what? You think she'll chicken out?? You literally made her break her nail- You psycho!

Up until this point, Alexandra didn't know you were- Well, you! She thought you were some random ass psycho trying to ruin some teens party for some "revenge" bs. So maybe she was half right, and half wrong!

Alexandra would have never ever imagined that you were the killer! Were you even invited to the party?? Why has nobody told her? She could have chosen something more cute for you, damnit!

One would assume that after showing their true identities to their victims before their death would cause their victims to become even more frightened and beg for mercy!- In your case though? Nah, that ain't happening.

Alexandra just laughs it off and treats it like every school day- Belittling you while all's giving mix signals of affection.

She isn't afraid anymore, why would she? You're just a little wimp who thinks that getting a wooden bat and dark clothes makes you scary. Dearest, you have forgotten who is the bigger dog around here-

You wasted your whole night just to make her terrified? Honestly, you need a better hobby- Obsessing over your bully is such a loser move on your part, although she would be lying if she said she doesn't appreciate the fact you care so much about her.

Alexandra was getting a little too interested into this "roleplay" going on- Wanting to be your final girl, after all it didn't sound half as bad. Maybe she has been a little too into those slasher fanfics she has been finding around- But damn, you look almost acceptable while drenched in blood.

Her lack of care or empathy towards those who have been brutally killed, while also drooling over you, reminds you that- Honestly? Fuck this. You should have expected a Coldwell to be a morally fucked up person- Why are you surprised?

You've been trying your best to go back home, but being constantly followed by an overly affectionate Alexandra is just as bad as being humiliated by an overly sadistic Alexandra. You got no rest that day.

Such an unfortunate night.

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[modlisznik]

so about Clara

also Clara

I have problem with Clara. it probably stems from that fact that I've never played as her - don't come at me, I've tried to get through P1 but so far after 3 attempts, I'm stuck at Bachelor day 6th - so my perspective on her P1 self is pretty much limited to reading some of her dialogues and the fanon Clara. and fanon Clara is… well, she's meta and she's mean and that's what 95% jokes about her comes down to. Clara is mean to people. And I'm speaking about jokes, because there isn't really much meta about her around

and I get that people find her funny in that nihilistic sort of way: it feels good to be sharp and snappy and full of witty comebacks even in this kind of story - because after playing this story for 40 hours already you deserve to feel like you know everything better and poke some fun at the expense of characters who still think it's all for real. it's not my sense of humour, but I understand it

and it got me thinking

(oh no, said everyone, not again)

how crucial for her whole P1 character is that Clara is a little girl. Not a grown woman - person?- like Aspity, but a young teen. A girl who believed, insisted so strongly that she can't be a bad person that she literally created an evil copy of herself. Because speaking as someone who was a little girl once - there's nothing more terrifying than being deemed "bad". as every little girl she wants to be accepted and loved, but for that, she cannot be bad, she needs to be absolutely, indisputably good and pure, but for that to be possible someone *else* needs to be bad - everyone else needs to be bad actually. hence her search for the sinners, hence her methods - to find hooks on people, to find out little, ugly truths about others which could prove them bad enough (until she understands that none of them is actually that bad). Hence the other two healers morphing into these bloodlusty versions of themselves in her route.

a lot of elements of her route feels me with unease, and it's my personal thing - I live in a catholic country and hearing all that preaching about how "unfaithful will have it coming" and "in the face of a pandemic we should all trust in god and his chosen servants who know best what's good for us" flares so many red flags in my brain lol. Clara can you stop being christian for 5 minutes. I 'm really not big on the whole saint thing.  I'm even less about this "humility" thing and "let's just talk some of the people we deemed sinful enough into committing suicide for the common good".

even though the sainthood also - of course - opens room for some interesting connotations. Clara isn't really your common righteous saint like st Petr or sth, but more like yurodivy, a holy fool - strange, rugged, obnoxious, deliberately irritating, using shocking behaviour as a way to disrupt people's masks, their false pretences and empty rituals. And that's a neat concept of a character who can work really well on a meta-level

still, I'm not a fan. she's intriguing as a concept but difficult for me to like as a person; I just struggle with her brashness and self-righteousness. but I have no doubt that under all this… being a teenager (lol) she really cares - at least in P2 and at least for some. she asks Artemy to help people she cannot help herself (the Saburovs, Grace) and that alone shows some degree of vulnerability on her part. 

What's interesting, something changes about her in P2. her attitude in the later days seem so different - the "everyone can be understood and forgiven" speech, the "if I must sin to give others hope so be it" confession - where she openly admits she will lie, even though before, on numerous occasions, she was shouting that she never ever lies - and it makes me hope that this time around, she actually… grows? Undergoes some actual character development? because if not, if this change of attitude is unearned, then it just feels like she's saying what I want to hear to make her seem sympathetic, which is frankly unnerving

so anyway, what I really wish to see in the other two routes is less "Clara has meta knowledge and uses it to taunt you" because it just isn't terribly interesting to me and more "here's this teen who actually acquires some nuanced views of morality, learns to love imperfect people and grows as a person". I want Clara who fights god who sent her here to destroy the town and gets a proper dad at the end.