#suprise ambiguous ending

[lillambiespasture]

Ace/GN!reader

Angst, slight manipulation, cheating, established relationship, implied sex, GGG are a band au, small Gorillaz ref, hurt no comfort? Kinda

not edited nor proofread (sorry in advance)

Inspo taken from Dirty Diana this is not a songfic

I don't actually think Ace would do this but shhh

The city of Townsville. Your hometown, and birthplace of Green Death. a band that had just hit it big. Meaning the members had a newfound stardom to abuse— enjoy.

That being said, they were back in the city after their latest tour. Which meant you could finally spend quality time with your boyfriend, the bassist of the band. However he was nowhere to be seen.

He'd told you that he would make it back for dinner at seven. Of course you knew that really meant nine or so. But nine o'clock came and went. As the time crept to eleven you began to worry. You took to pacing in the living room, hoping for just a single call. One call and you would be okay.

Maybe you should ring his friends? You thought as you dragged your fingers down your arms.

Briiiing briiiing briiing. The telephone cried for your attention. Finally something. Fast as a fash you picked it up.

"Ace?" You asked hopefully.

"Yeah its me doll," Came his static-y reply.

Immediately relief flooded through your system.

"Look I'm sorry I ain't called no sooner but I got caught up in somethin' and you know how it goes"

Caught up in something? That had to be the lamest excuse he could've come up with.

"Whatever you say babe, when are you getting back home?" You twisted you fingers around the phone cord. At the moment youd been to relieved to give him hell for the worry.

"Ey I dunno, one?" He paused, "Maybe two."

Two in the morning? That was another four hours away!

"Leave the door unlocked will ya toots? I forgot my key."

"Don't bother, he won't be coming home tonight, because he's sleeping with me." A low sultry voice said before you could get a word in.

You were shocked into silence for a minute. Meanwhile silently Ace chastised whoever she was. To which she only laughed mockingly.

"Who the hell is that!?" You finally sputtered once you were composed again.

"Who her? No one forget it, listen I'll see ya sooner than you can say keep it green." His words came out fast and jumbled. Like a kid who was caught up after bedtime.

"Ace–"

"Love youse too, miss ya already. Bye."

With that the line went dead. And for a second you only stood there. Complete silence taking over the living room. It didn't last long before you slammed the phone into the receiver, over and over.

You were being cheated on. Again. You threw yourself onto the sofa. Hundreds of thoughts ran through your mind.

How could Ace do this to you? Who was she? Did he still love you? What would you say to him? Should you leave? How long has he been cheating again?

All the while a familiar burning filled your chest as the betrayal set in. Your thoughts all trickled into one. This relationship was over once and for all.

You could already see yourself packing your things. Being ready to walk out long before your ex came back. But you'd stay long enough to tell him you wouldn't change your mind.

The smallest of smiles crept onto your face. You'd never even have to see him after.

However your eyes started to droop. You sunk deeper into the couch. Exhaustion finally began to catch up to you. But that was fine, a quick nap would help you if anything.

Your thoughts slowed as you gave way to a deep sleep. It's not like you'd sleep too long on accident.

You blinked awake groggily, gentle rays of sunlight greeted you. After a few more minutes of enjoying the warmth of your bed you sat up. Rubbing away any remaining sleep in your eyes.

When you finally remembered that you'd fallen asleep on the couch with plans to leave early morning you deflated.

"Well ain't that a bitch" you sighed.

You should've known better than to think you'd actually wake up in time. Hastily you threw the covers back. Maybe your chance to leave dramatically fell through but that didn't mean you changed your mind.

Harshly you pulled the door open. But you faltered when you smelt something cooking. Ever so slowly you crept to the kitchen. Peaking in you saw Ace cooking, something he rarely did after setting fire to water one day. Yet there he was, wearing an apron and not ruining pans.

When he noticed you watching him his entire face lit up. He threw a top over whatever hed been making before pulling you into a tight hug. You didn't return it.

"Ace we need-"

"You know I'm sorry about last night," He cut in, loosening his grip to look at you "But it really wasn't my fault either!"

You deadpanned at him. Where did he even get the nerve to say that? Not his fault my ass.

But you humored the thought. "Why didn't I think of it like that?" You spat sarcastically "Please tell me how I can help you keep it in your pants!"

"Fer starters about next time I hit the town you come with me?" Sarcasm was ahead of him you supposed.

"I knew you'd see it my way doll." He left a light peck on your forehead and released you before you could get a word in.

You watched him walk back into the kitchen, slightly dumbfounded by what he said. It wasn't your fault was it? You followed him into the kitchen, taking a seat at the island while he kept cooking. Leaning your head against your hand you watched him work.

As your eyes followed him around the kitchen you realized he was making your favorites. Something he did when he was in trouble. It made you smile softly. Maybe you were overreacting. Ace was a good boyfriend. When he remembers to be at least.

But with the bands success you couldn't blame him for the thoughtlessness. Not entirely. Maybe you were overreacting. You just had to take his offer to go more places with him. Even if it meant obnoxiously large crowds of annoying people and a lot of parties.

He'd do the same for you. So you'd forgive him this time. Though the dull ache in your heart almost made you think twice. But it would get better, everything would be better than before.

End

[mydarlingathena]

I may lose followers for this but it needs to be said;

Marriage must follow traditional Christian values. I know that back when I was an emo witch, I did not believe this, but times have changed; I am different. I don't even listen to MCR anymore.

What do I mean by traditional Christian values in a marriage? I mean that the marriage must begin in a blood ritual between a lesbian and a gender ambiguous ex-muppet and end in a suprise crucifixion.

If you cannot accept my beliefs please simply unfollow unless you wish to be blocked.

[gladiatorcunt]

- # 🍁 THE NEMEAN LION !!

feels so ugly when i’m honest

cw: afab reader, ambiguous era, dubcon coded, insp. by this ask, patrick and reader have noncon somno fantasies about the other (so rlly it’s more cnc), patrick is gross and mean, situationship/roommate!patrick, unprotected p in v sex & relying on the pull out method, weed mention and wine mention, art guest star appearance (patrick mentions him), oral (afab reader receiving), hints of: foot fetish, dacryphilia, cnc in general, plus sized!reader, mythological themes, 3k words of me losing my marbles, one use of daddy, we don’t gotta be in love you knowweeeeee i don’t gotta be the oneeee you knowweeeeeeeeew

You’re making him crazy, Patrick knows it. He shouldn’t spend his mornings humping his pillows that you hold in your lap during movie nights. He definitely shouldn’t be stealing your panties and strangling his cock with the lacey fabric that’s going to end up smelling so foul from how much he’ll use the same pair over and over. He thinks he can catch your scent on his clothes when you’ve never actually been close enough to leave a reminder of you behind. Sometimes Patrick gets so frustrated with continuing at this same snail’s pace that he wishes he could just grab your face and smush it into his musky crotch. He’d let you go if you were about to pass out, maybe. You can’t get shit twisted if you’re unconscious.

He’s telling you another one of his stories, hoping to see a twinge of… something swirling in your irises. You just hum too much and squirm a bit, ever the overactive listener. Patrick would cut off his balls if it meant that he could hear anything resembling a moan from you, not just little signs that you’re listening and not speaking. The transformer movie’s reached a point where you don’t really have to pay attention, so you cutely shuffle your mess of blankets around on the couch so you can give Patrick your undivided attention. He’s had to start keeping space in his closet for the large throw blankets you bring along even though you refuse to let him turn the fan off.

“Yeah, I was with Art actually. We ate each other out back in the day, y’know, to see what it was like. He sat on my face and fuckin’ almost broke my neck, his thighs were gripping me so tight.” He coyly tilts his head to the side, pretending to be shy about the whole thing.

He narrows his eyes and analyzes your reaction. You dart your gaze around the room for a split second, struggling to tamper down the blossoming warmth in your stomach and the insecurity that comes with never being able to catch up with Patrick. You’ve confessed to it a couple times, usually after a couple of bottles of whatever cheap alchohol he’s got on hand. His nails shred into his palms with the effort it takes not to give you something to talk about, even if you think they’re only dreams.

“When was the first time someone ate you out? I can’t be the only one shoving my foot in my mouth here.”

God, what he’d give to have your feet in his mouth, and vice versa.

You play with the fluffy black blanket in your lap, making eye contact with one of the cartoon nutcrackers on it and not Patrick as you answer his question. “Oh… I’ve actually never been eaten out, maybe that’s why no one’s made me cum.”

It’s a like his world has been hit by an unexpected asteroid and blown to smithereens, bits of membrane and curdled dna scattered across the milky way. The gross-ness imbued in his bone marrow leaks out into vaccum of space as he processes this truly fucking suprising piece of information. Never in his life has Patrick been told something that just can’t be true, not when there are still good things in the world. Not when that helpful little tidbit will split him open and take over his every waking and sleeping thought.

He shakes his head, blinking rapidly. “What? What the hell do you mean no one’s ever eaten your pussy?”

“I, I don’t know. The people I've been with have just never gone out of their way to do it and I didn't make a big deal out of it.”

His heart’s breaking in half and you clearly have no idea. Patrick scrambles to sit up and grabs your hands to stop them from fiddling with the blanket anymore. There are a thousand things he wants and needs and just has to say but all he can do in the present moment is keep shaking his head and crowding you against the right arm of his tattered gray couch.

“Then they’re so fucking stupid, I can’t believe you don’t know what it feels like to have a tongue up your cunt.” He states, a firm declaration that has you throwing out a hand on his bicep to ground yourself.

Patrick looks crazed above you, dark hair impossibly soft and pupils steadily expanding outward. You slide your hand up his arm (trying to ignore the muscle there, what it’d be like when they flex as he picks you up by your ass) to place it on his firm chest. You open your mouth, trying to cobble together any kind of response you can think of but your mind is blank. Patrick seizes the opportunity and smahes his mouth against yours, when the clashing of your lips is over there’s more blood than spit. He flicks his tongue out to catch the little drops of blood dripping from your lips, moaning after he swallows each one.

You’re catching your breath, “You… you can’t… just do that.”

He rolls his eyes and grins, “I did. I can hear you through the walls at night you know? Rubbing your pussy on one of my pillows that you think I don't know you stole, crying for me.”

Damn, that’s what you get for making risky decisions while you’re ovulating. You knew you washed it and should’ve snuck in while he was out to throw it on his plaid comforter and act like it never happened. The longer you kept it stuffed between your plush thighs, smothering it in the natural scent of your pussy, the more your shyness grew. It was easier to spend your nights like that then explore the possibility of doing something else with your time, but now you’re just wishing that you hopped on Patrick’s stupidly huge dick while he was passed out and snoring and called it a day.

“I… I’m sorry, okay? You can have it back.” You say and keep the grumpiness out of your tone, having to come to terms with hoarding nothing that smells like him anymore.

“Just shut up and be happy, be good for me.” He punctuates it with a mean squeeze to your face, slowly sliding his hand down to hang around your throat and falling to his knees in front of the couch.

Maybe it’s the cheap white wine, maybe it’s the subpar edible you had earlier, but you throw caution to the wind and sink your fingers into Patrick’s hair. Your breath happily flies out of your lungs when he pushes your knees apart, coaxing your white lace panties off with his teeth. The bright lights from the TV cast a glow around him, and you hate how pretty he looks. Like if Hercules was a modern porn star, muscles rippling and eyes spearing through you as he catapults you to the stars.

The roughness of his fingers feels heavenly as he smooths them down your inner thighs, “Nice and fat pussy, dripping all over the place. Saying hi, right? It’d be rude of me to not say anything back.”

So he does, spitting right on your clit and spreading it all over your pussy. Patrick shuffles closer and takes several big lungfuls, humping the air with every whiff of your artificial body wash combined with your much more attractive musk. He opens his mouth wide and latches onto your soaking folds, flattening his tongue and licking broad stripes up your cunt. He laps up your juices sloppily, almost wagging his tongue wildly in an effort to suck up whatever he can.

There’s a coil forming in the pit of your stomach, winding tighter and tighter with every swipe of Patrick’s wet tongue. Your face flames in embarrassment once again, you don’t really know if you look bad from his point of view but you can’t stop yourself from throwing your head back against the couch and scrunching your face up. He gives your asshole an open mouthed kiss, half to tease you even further and half because he just couldn’t resist. It was glistening and winking at him and everything.

“Fuck! Fuck! That’s so- how are you so good at this?” You mewl, raking through his hair thoroughly like you’re searching for something you lost.

Patrick’s ego grows in size and he smiles as he moves to your clit, hollowing his cheeks and suckling rapidly. He buries his face in your pussy and drinks you down in several gulps, picking up speed when you resign yourself to telltale moans about much you need to cum. He flicks the tip of his tongue against your swollen clit and slows down right when you’re apart to fall over the edge. He actually chuckles into your mound and winks when you glare at him. He cuts off whatever bratty retort you armed yourself with by going back to nearly inhaling your clit without warning.

“Ungh- I really-really fucking hate you, but don’t you dare stop, I’ll kill you.”

Each suck sends pulses shooting up your core, and that scary coil in the depth of your guts tightens blissfully. You squirm, the very definition of a hot mess as you grind against his face. The friction was never enough but you keep corralling his nose into your pubic hair, fruitlessly rutting your hips with no end goal other than the urge to hump whatever’s available. You panic for a second that you’ll suffocate him or he’ll be grossed out by you not shaving, but you shouldn’t underestimate him. If anything, Patrick groans at the heady smell. Getting it straight from the source and fucking the air during his suckling.

His eyes never stray from you. Your agonized face straight out of a renaissance painting, too strung out and burning with pleasure to resemble anything normal. Your thick thighs, jiggling with every move you make, you can’t seem to decide between humping his mouth like a bitch in heat or trying to squeeze his head like a watermelon. Your sounds, wails and cries and moans and whines, he’ll have to record you next time, play it anytime and anywhere in case you misunderstand what this is. The first documentation of how much cum and fluid you can paint him in, whatever color or thickness you’ve got for him. He’ll wring it all out of you eventually, film a home movie series to chronicle every squirting session and the like.

Gun to his head, you taste like those old fashioned butterscotch hard candies. Decadent and sweet, if he could he’d sink his teeth into the slippery supple flesh and pull and rip.

After several rounds of cruel edging, your brain whites out so hard, you can almost form the blurry shapes in your peripheral vision into a red spiked tail and horned wings. Patrick’s ruining you entirely, you know that now, and the movie’s already over but you don’t spare the scrawling credits more than a weary glance. Your soul is probably cartoonishly swimming through the putrid air towards your body, but your sweaty body is shaking too much to receive it. There’s a ringing in your ears as you blink yourself into awareness, Patrick unbuckles his jeans and a blunt pressure stretches your hole out.

“Sorry, ‘m out of condoms, I’ll pull out, baby.” He huffs out, praying to whatever’s listening that he doesn’t just start pummeling your shit.

You feel your stomach bunching up before you see Patrick’s dick disappearing into you. The feeling of being split open on something so thick has you reeling, no one else you’ve been with has left you spiraling quite like this. In a room full of dicks you’d be able to spot his, you’d just have to find the one that has the back of your throat tingling and going dry just from a sniff and a look. You’d cry if he pulled out now, it’s already too late for you. This is such a stupid decision, sloppy rough sex with your roomate-turned-situationship on his worn out couch that’s older than the both of you combined.

It’s one hell of a story, and maybe some moments in life should be allowed to boil down to that. The hand loosely wrapped around your throat tightens its hold, you welcome the thumb pushing into your mouth without prompting. The depravity of it all makes you feel owned, has you seriously considering living your life as some guy’s exclusive pet whore. The ‘squelch’s and the ‘schlick’s that come with his savage thrusts and milk white strings connecting the base of his cock to your puffy pussy.

Every breath you think you’re going to be able to take, he steals from you and mocks your whimpery “unh-unh-unh~”’s in his raspy mid-fuck voice.

“This is the only dick you’ll be hanging off of from now on, got it? Can’t let some lousy jackass try to sew his balls to this pussy when it’s not even gonna cream around him.” You say yes to that hissed demand, yes of course, Daddy.

Patrick plunges his cock to the hilt into your cunt in one sharp stroke, gasping and gripping your hip to distract himself from the way your walls are clenching around his length. Every part of you is greedy apparently, you’re perfect for each other then. The position he has you in is so filthy, he’s standing and hosting your legs up over his shoulders, folding you in half on the couch. His dirty levi’s pool around his feet and the sound of his belt hitting the floor inspires awful thoughts in you. Your sweat mixes together and trickles down your legs, sticking to his leg hair.

You can have it soft once he’s gotten this demon off his back and out of his system, you can ride him while you’re cozied up in bed, lazily rolling your hips until you get tired a couple minutes later and clinging to the caresses on your love handles. Patrick has to destroy something before he can even stand to think about putting it back together, your insides and you yourself are no exception. Your walls feel like the finest quality silk around his throbbing cock, leaking inside of you as he clutches onto your ankles. The TV’s automatically shut off by now, and the lack of background noise enhances his animalistic grunts and deep moans.

“Gonna fuck your tits next time, fuck-what the fuck-you’re too damn tight, massage them for you after, rub your cunt raw-“

Patrick fucks like he’s staking claim on a spoil of war, you’re learning, as if the pale ferryman’s hot on his heels and this sliver of time is the only sacred thing he’ll ever get in his wretched mortal life. All his, gone limp between bloody jaws and killing hands. He snarls in your face as he pounds your pussy, angling his hips to stab deeper in you than should be medically possible. You don’t when you start tearing up, but Patrick does nothing to wipe away your tears, not even lick them up. He just fucks you to the point where you’re crying, shutting his eyes as he throws his head back so you can’t see that he’s crying too. The both of you borrow from different sources of emotion.

“You sounded so scared when you were cumming, made my balls twitch, was cute.” Patrick tells you in between messy kisses, more focused on almost eating your face than properly locking lips with you.

His tongue hangs out of his mouth as he abruptly yanks himself out of you and lavishes your belly in ropes after ropes of cum. You’d reach down to dip a finger in and taste it, but you’re too annoyed at the thought that he’s depriving you of an orgasm again. You haven’t even decided whether you’re going to pout or flatbout get up and leave when Patrick’s sliding home once more. You give him a punched out gasp, sort of pained and kind of relieved, in response. He hisses through his teeth, grinding them together like it’s burning the flesh on his cock to plunge back into your searing pussy. Actively breaking and remaking you. Both of your muscles tense up as the wave threatens to crash over you.

“You can cry some more, if you want, I'd like that a lot. Beg me to save you from what I’m doing to you, to this tight pussy.”

Happy or sad, doesn’t matter. He knows you like it when he keeps you from fighting back, you suit being manhandled and made to take dick better than anyone else he’s slummed it with.

He hunches his back forward to kiss you again, and you claw red stripes down it as your tongue maps out every inch of his mouth. He pulls back and you spend several seconds like that sharing breath. You don’t realize what you’re saying out loud, things like ‘Holy shit you’re so fucking big-so good-it’s so fucking good’ and ‘Feels better than i thought it would, how is that even possible?’ It’s like your own little sex obsessed podcast, centering every episode around how situationship dick is on another level and will irrevocably destroy you. Patrick chuckles, he can’t wait to hold every treasured compliment from you over your head. You could say you’re done with whatever this is when he leaves the toilet seat up again but he’ll never forget you howling for him and his cock to never leave you.

Patrick will swing himself over the net into overstimulation before the next time your pussy’s clamping down on his thick cock and spasming, but he’ll be damned if you’re not gonna end up passed out and drooling while the sun rises. You can spend future movie nights cockwarming him, if you can stand to endure the sickeningly perfect stretch without being allowed to get your cunt beat. You’re mewling when you froth the base of his dick again, your walls pulse around him like you’re a cat laving up your favorite cream. Tonight’s not the night where you’ll be getting it straight from the source, maybe when you’re willing to take certain risks. His smiles are the most genuine when you drag out your whine to follow the speed in which he pulls out to paint your body. Tangy ribbons hanging over your love handles and dripping down to your ass cheeks.

[thatkippycat]

hello! if you don't mind i do have a request for poly Fizzmodeus x reader

can you do headcanons of them with a crush on an idol/popstar succubus who's secretly a single parent (to keep the kid safe bc reader knows the public will be more than invasive and will only reveal the kid when they're older)? like reader's hesitant to rlly get into a relationship with the two bc she's afraid of what they think.

a certain anime's been giving me this brainrot for a while and i don't have the skill to properly write this sjjdkdkdkskdk

I didn't focus too much on the succubus part, but I hope this is good.

Fizzarolli x Asmodeus x F!SingleParent!Reader

Fizz is not a great father, but he does try his best, and thats why I love him <3. Hope y'all enjoy!

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• Your tour ended recently, and you already have a new album being planned.

• For anyone else, it's a dream come true.

• For you, well, it's the break you desperately need to see your kid.

• You've been living a double life for a while.

• On one hand, you're a pop star, hiding her face beneath a variety of masks, with hundreds of thousands of adoring fans.

• On the other, you were a mom just looking out for her kid, trying to keep them out of the exhausting and draining world of fame.

• The mask thing was probably one of your best ideas, as it let you actually go out with your child without being accosted by the paparazzi.

• Plus the whole "secretive succubus" act was great for sales and popularity.

• Most of the money goes to your kid. Yeah, they may end up a tad bit spoiled, but you just want them to be happy.

• Plus, you do have the foresight to not make them an asshole.

• You've dealt with enough rich people in your time, and most of them are the exact kind of people you're trying to keep away from your child.

• Although...there are two that are pretty nice.

• You knew Fizzarolli first, both of you hitting Lust's entertainment circuit at the same time.

• You even had a small thing together for a little bit, although it never really grew. It was more platonic than romantic anyways.

• That's not to say that you hadn't considered going further, or that you didn't have some feelings for him, you just chose not to act on it.

• Asmodeus, on the other hand, found you after you had gotten a decent sized following.

• Unlike with Fizz, nothing really happened between you, but you did become good friends.

• He was also kind of hot too.

• When you had gotten back to your home, you were planning on take your kid out to do...something.

• You weren't sure, but it didn't matter, because someone had sent you a message.

• It was from Ozzie, inviting you over for dinner

• Problem is, you had just gotten back, and you really wanted to be with your kid.

• So, you asked if he could make sure that dinner stayed pg-13, which he questioned, but agreed to.

• You had been wanting to tell Asmodeus about you being a parent for a while, you needed to figure out dinner, and you didn't want to leave your child again, so why not kill 3 birds with one stone?

• When you got there, you got a pleasant suprise in the form of Fizzarolli.

• Fizz and Ozzie also had a suprise, the fact you had a kid.

• (I've been trying to leave the kid's age ambiguous, so that y'all can have a bit of freedom with it. If the kid's old enough, they introduce themselves, and if not you do it. Anyways, back to the headcanons.)

• It takes a good couple of minutes to explain everything, but they understand and respect your decision to keep your child out of the limelight.

• The dinner was nice, fancy too. Then again, you weren't expecting anything else.

• There was something odd though, you felt like Fizz and Ozzie were flirting with you.

• Turns out, they were.

• Apparently, both Ozzie and Fizz, who were together already, wanted to invite you into a little polycule relationship.

• And to be honest, you didn't hesitate to say yes.

• As mentioned before, you did have feelings for Fizz, and you did think Asmodeus was hot.

• Plus, you wouldn't mind having some help raising a child.

• Turns out that Ozzie is a pretty good parent.

• Fizz not so much, but he's trying.

• And dear Satan is it amazing to have people doting on you for once.

• Fans are one thing, romantic partners are so, so much better.

• And hey, at least your kid will grow up around some genuinely good people.

[fantasyinvader]

Considering the localization choices I found over the last couple of days, I can understand why certain fans thought Treehouse hated Edelgard. Because, yes, the game does make her come off a lot more harshly than she does in the Japanese. That the English version primes the player from the onset to view her as arrogant and distant, rather than a typical noble girl like the Japanese makes her out to be. But as a result of this the Flame Emperor reveal, the game's main twist, doesn't have the same impact it was supposed to. Rather than the reveal of Edelgard, who was initially the least suspect lord, being the masked person aiding the villains we've been fighting, it comes across more like it was expected that would be the case.

Instead, fans take Edelgard's cute side as the suprise. “Yeah, I know she did all that awful stuff in Part 1, but Part 2 shows that she's not that bad.” The translation flipped Edelgard's gap moe.

However, this also kills the argument that the translators hated her.

For instance, if she fights Byleth at the end of Part 1 she says “I wish you were someone whose heart could be swayed by my words and deeds. If it were so, I would have done anything to make you my ally...” In the Japanese however? “I wish you were the kind of person who could be moved by my words and actions. So I did whatever I could to get you on my side...” The Japanese version flat out confirms that Edelgard was trying to manipulate Byleth, but got erased and made out that she didn't really do anything of the sort. Likewise, mention of her using an information campaign to sway the citizens of the Empire who are opposed to this war, or that Edelgard is really puppeteering TWSITD are removed. Her route even has it's named changed, the symbolism of the safflower replaced with that of a red rose. And on top of that, the ending of her route tries to tone down the final smack in the face to the player. Gone is Edelgard consolidating power on herself to impose her will, alongside her admitting she has been waling the path of supremacy (hadou) which holds very negative implications, and the endings try to make it out that she did work to bring freedom to the people rather than simply imposing her will on them. Oh, and Caspar invading other countries while unable to control the Imperial army? He's merely sometimes reckless, whereas he has “victims” in the other routes. It wants to make it out that your influence prevented her from becoming a monster, rather than her influence turning you into one, putting her in the same camp as Dimitri and Claude.

Meanwhile, the translation makes the Church out to be in the wrong with the Rhea ending saying she rehabilitated the Church, and Seteth's solo making it out that he was intolerant towards other faiths before rather than him taking the stick out of his ass.

The translation mischaracterized Edelgard completely, making her harsher in the beginning but softening her up in the end. It destroyed the twist and message of the game, as supporting a lying tyrant is just a manner or being morally grey when the original game it was supposed to become clear that the player was played and became the baddie by their own choice. It even goes so far as to try to tell players her ideals are close to Claude's when her line was that she doesn't think their ideals are the same, making her more compatible to the lords who don't invade other nations following the war.

The game was meant to condemn Edelgard as a villain, yet the translation just shrugged off her actions and went “moral ambiguity, am I right?”

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

is so mf good and so real like it’s giving skins it’s giving what euphoria tries so hard to do but with actual good writting storyline plot and acting and actors everything really at least like euphoria they have hot and pretty actors! they are all so gorgeous wtf wait I know they gonna make Mia and that blonde a thing but she’s giving lesbian or bi vibes bc she likes the party guy said he was the cutest guy but could that just be comphet honestly it would be so nice if she was lesbain but she probably isn’t they’ll make bi she’ll get the dark skinned girls guy in typical netflix fashion bc why would anyone ever in the minds of netflix pic the black girl over the mixed/biracial or ambiguous girl so yeah we definitely not getting Mia and the pretty girl she saw dancing sadly I’m calling it now on ep1!

Honestly since it’s giving skins and good writing and amazing complex compelling characters storyline plot like skins they might actually suprise even if it’s a Netflix like I’m give it the benefit of the doubt the writers bc they can’t have written such good ep1 and such characters just to be typical bs Netlfix drama not just after seeing ep1 even tho I know it’s Netflix and they’ll disappoint me deeply ‪even tho I have zero expectations for them they’ll still manage to disappoint me so bad‬ like they always do let’s give the writers a chance and not Netlfix bc they just streaming ‪didnt make it and its British show ‬ it in a give it one chance before I say another same old same Netflix bs plot and trope and ending! One benefit of the doubt chance and that’s it! I trsut the writers the characters and the storyline bc it’s been so good just this one Ep.

[asanjou]

review of my ryuki wmguessing from like two weeks ago now ive finished it

ryuki endgame spoilers ⬇️

He did do this

We didn't have to wait for ex aid we find out he survives in the next episode. No word yet on the third car explosion however

When I describe a character as "running into traffic" what I mean is that they're prone to reckless self endangerment, generally for the sake of other people, but he did die tragically on a car so I guess it was more literal than intended

He definitely did pass away emotionally in Gorochans arms but it happens offscreen and we get a poignant scene of Gorochan carrying out his final wishes instead. Also I feel bad now for saying he didn't deserve a beautiful emotional death scene he kind of tones down the bastardry towards the end of the show. Sorry to yaoi man for it

This suprised me!! Ren was not the one who got him. It was random bug mook

There WAS a second car explosion but it didn't even kill the bastard

Well he was definitely more upset about it than his outward behaviour towards Shinji throughout the whole series would have you expect. Classic Ren move to only express how important someone is to you when they're bleeding out on someone's Toyota Camry

Thank god the shinjiless world never became real... Literally uninhabitable circumstances. He didn't kill Shinji but I'm sure he's got a beautiful helping of survivors guilt on there. Also I think it's ambiguous whether or not he remembers Shinji in the new timeline or if they just get deja vu when they bump into each other

He didn't do this at that point in time but he did show up in the corner a lot throughout the show. Also he wasn't really the one who got into the psychological experiments... he mostly just says tatakae

i hadn't met professor kagawas teenage girl killsquad yet at this point hence my confusion. but i was super wrong about this one re the mirror beasts. they're friends! to yui and shirou at least

[dedahblog]

Me ranting about french animation

As a great connoisseur of french animation, I wasn't even one tiny bit suprised that "The bad guys" 'director was french for multiple reasons

1 the car race scene that is short and emphasizes characters rather than speed and cinematography

2 no pretentious moral or psychological manipulation to make you take sides as pixar movies do

3 it focuses a lot on world building well written witty screenplay to make characters feel real rather than the plot

4. inventive art style

However, what I dislike about french animation (which is not found in this movie)

1 sometimes they can be too personal to the point it can be disturbing

2 It's rather about the movie experience than the final conclusion that is usually very ambiguous or deprived of any moral

3while the ending is usually not pretentious, it is not the case with the premise.

4The villian is usually either redeemed at the end or is more of a concept than a character . The theme of forgiving others and oneself is prominent in all the movies. I don't hate it but as I said when the project become too personal, there are some actions than can be questionnable to a side of the audience. To sum up, it either has a happy go lucky villian conclusion or an extremely frustrating one

5 characters sometimes seem to walk in circles. Some parts can be easily deleted since they don't add anything interesting to the plot, just self indulgent animators and writers flexing.

Of course this rant doesn't mean much now since there has been a huge french brain drain for those last years. Now, I find some french animation qualities in many american movies (mostly dreamworks productions) but I can't find those drawbacks.

Even as frustrating as they can be, I did find them quite charming.

[ficuscircus]

Ohh, the tone shift makes a lot of sense when you put it like that. Especially since the episode is a full hour long (when they average 52 minutes… and 104 was just over 44 minutes! that’s a huge difference!) and there was a lot of side plot to fit in, presumably for later episodes (remember Morgane has a dad? remember Adam has a brother? and so on). It makes sense to axe the angsty character shots in order to get the ball rolling. En gros :

I lost it at "whatever his name emotes like wet bread. Ew." 🤣 Agreed the last shot was disconcerting… You’d think they’d take a different approach given how much they mention #MeToo.

And yeah, I definitely think Gilles had to be the one to remind Morgane the people around her get hurt, too. He’s her closest friend on the team as well as the most in touch with his emotions, so she knows he means it. And he’s really sweet to remind her how worthwhile it is to forgive other people--as a reminder she’s definitely forgiven too!

As I said I assume Sofiane’s appearance was mostly a reminder. But I don’t recall seeing Bonnemain in 301, at least not on the crime scene, though I haven’t rewatched too closely! And the poor guy still doesn’t have a first name 😪 Speaking of returning cast, I just noticed they brought back the same actor to play Professeur Labiale!! It bears remarking, lol. As for Jérôme's burnout, same! How did he manage to burn out while Morgane was gone, of all times?

My bad for the skyblog flashbacks. Hope you recover soon, βøurbøи~OnthεrOx‘‘ 🥰

Okay, hum, I thought for sure Sarah was one of the better-known names when it comes to etymology (much like Théo/god, Lucie/light). It literally means "princess" 😅 I stand by my improbability claim, though, because there’s no way two teenagers who’ve hung out since infancy have never researched the meaning of their names together… It’s a classic middle school recess activity!

I love "beardie" as a nickname for 303’s dearly departed 😆 bye-bye, beardie, I’m gonna miss you so… bye-bye, beardie, why’d you have to go? 🎼

I’m with you on the ranking of "On peut mieux faire"!!! It’s a gem. Should we make an actual top ten of the best lines from the show, or..? D’ailleurs Céline's eardrum-shattering "Timothée" c’était un moment d'anthologie, elle y a mis toute sa rage étranglée, c'était génial 😂😂

Right, now that you mention it there’s a chance Morgane doesn’t say "Phyllobates terribilis" out loud. I’m pretty sure she says all the others, though, even if she’s not the first to. Although her lack of involvement in the deduction process re: the time difference with China is extremely suprising--I mean, I’m glad Adam gets to contribute to the findings, but Morgane is literally in a different room at that point and she doesn’t solve anything with that. ETA: turns out that was just my inability to understand Morgane singing. She's absolutely the one figuring it out. My bad 😅

"Then she goes full-on passive-aggressive mode […], and then Adam does what?? He confronts her! Il essaye de communiquer !! Il veut crever l'abcès 🥹 And she cannot say it." this reads like my own comments on PQENCEL, it never ends 😂

I get the sense the show's making good use of the ambiguous ending of 208. They do say (twice, iirc?) Adam initiated the kiss, but we saw both takes… So, from Morgane's point of view, it might not be a total lie that she kissed him. Takes two to add some tongue, yanno? (Can you tell I still love the theory the mismatched kiss shots were meant to show each character's perspective? 😅😁) I do agree she's protecting Adam. Though you might argue that's in part for her own sake, since blowing up his serious relationship would put a serious damper on the mood at work (imagine l’ambiance quand tu ruines le couple de ton coéquipier…).

"oh shit, looks like wifey and mistress are hanging out behind my back" j’ai tellement ri 🤣🤣🤣🤣 It’s so weird he didn't say anything, yeah. Gros coup de frein pour l’opération Clair de lune. Are we supposed to assume he did ask when the cameras were off? Or that, with Céline being there, she was the one ~in charge of checking on Morgane while he took care of Roxane? (M’enfin ça se tient pas, un "ça va" ne coûte rien…) Or maybe, maybe, all his empathy was stored in the beard. 😆

I'll give some more think to your thoughts and rewatch the ep armed with your analysis, thank you! You made good arguments in favor of the blorbo feels. Thanks for the lyrics as well, I didn’t catch all of them, notably the kouign amann ref… Mdr dans la tête de Morgane, les trois traits qui définissent Adam ce sont 1) flic 2) séducteur 3) breton 😂

Actually one last thing: is it just me or did they introduce "Morgane & Karadec" but a pitch higher in this episode?

… il était bizarre ce chapitre de PQENCEL… (as far as I’m concerned the newbie’s full name is timothée daniel paul guichard, now. also I think he has grounds to get morgane fired for sexual harassment) but jarring similarities aside, I barely have anything to say about 303, tbh? it was ok. the blorbos didn’t break me this time, I won’t need 5-10 business days to recover 😅 the most emotion I felt was when gilles expressed his hurt, moh 🥲 though roxane clearly was the star of the show this time (and I’m glad it inspired you fic-wise, hehe). I wonder when she’s gonna pull the "your colleague kissed you and you forgot to mention it?" card 😏 by the way… anyone else felt something in the air when she saved morgane’s life? no? just me? 👀

star #2 was SOFIANE 💓😍💖💘🥰 our prayers have been answered!!!!! 🫶 he managed to be snarky in a total of 2 lines. hope he comes back for much more! glad they brought bonnemain back too 😄 in a way the cast-related excitement made up for the lukewarm plot. speaking of, what’s more unlikely: a teenager channeling early 00’s energy by choosing "bledigirl" for a stage name, or the fact she didn’t figure out "princesse" was autobiographical because the name of her cousin is literally the title of the song? je veux bien qu’elle ait pas la réf à un film des années 1970 mais le coup du prénom, quoi 😭

gotta say I loved the beard running gag, lol. there’s something terribly wrong with le commandant’s face, mais quoi… 😂 (+ it has a tiny backstory! unexpected) love daphné’s inability to hide her digust. as well as her willingness to lend her new responsibilities to morgane’s scheming. AND (she was so good in this ep) "on peut mieux faire" re: women murderers… daph, never change 🤣💛 she must be so proud of their own statistics!

surprised adam was the one saying the episode title this time. ushering in a new trend, perhaps? it was entertaining to see him bear with morgane’s passive-agressivity. (now that I think about it, the tension throughout this ep probs felt surface-level because we didn’t get a glimpse into the characters’ feelings… et qu’est-ce qu’un chapitre de PQENCEL sans débrief ?) did like the phone cord thread; look at morgane letting him back into her life by stealing his charger! oui j’ai décidé que c’était symbolique. 😂 thank you for your patience and see you on thursday! 👻❣️

Oh my gosh, anon!! So let me just start by saying that I felt TOUT PAREIL the first time I watched that ep! It was even one of my least faves ever. But full disclaimer: this episode grew on me A LOT through the rewatches.

And the more I've thought about it, the more I believe that this ep isn't odd in itself, but it definitely feels so when lined up with the previous two. There's a real and quite unexplained tone shift here, which I think is tied with the whole comedy/dramedy switch and the fact that eps 1 and 2 were shot in July so probs still in the spirit of season 2 (due to the early shooting date, we can assume they were written at the same time as late S2 eps, and the writing of the rest of S3 probs resumed a couple of months later) while ep 3 inaugurates a darker mood for the season. Now let's dive into the specifics.

I wasn't joking when I said that Parce qu'entre nous predicted the season. Targeted home attack? Subsequent police protection? Banging the said protection barely two nights in? I SCREAMED (although while I'm all for Morgane getting some good time this season bc she clearly deserved it, couldn't they at least give her somebody enticing to look at? My guy Paul/Daniel/whatever his name emotes like wet bread. Ew.)(also yeah, I'm kinda bummed with the obvious lack of consent here, not in itself since it narratively and character-wise makes sense, but in the fact that the whole thing is filmed under a ~comedy angle while it would have been completely inappropriate to do so had the genders been reversed. Something something equality works both ways you know? Yikes)

Gilles expressing his hurt and preaching for forgiving to the people who hurt you has to be one of my favourite scenes in the ep and the season (don't get me started on it because I'll start to tear up and word-vomit a non-coherent rant), but I'm surprised it was the most emotion you got from ep 3? I'll get back to the other emotional scenes that I found worth noticing later though, otherwise this post is gonna be all over the place. So Gilles. GILLES, my baby, my love. The thing is, I love Morgane, but she tends to be extremely toxic to everyone around her, she uses people, she doesn't apologize, she ghosts them, she doesn't care about their feelings. And the fact that someone gets to tell her exactly that, that she HURTS people, the people who actually love her and care about her enough to get her out of jail, and the fact that of all people it's Gilles who gets to tell her that, well it made my heart swell. Because Gilles is the nicest person who has ever lived and that makes his speech way more impactful than if it had been Céline's or Adam's.

Also his words are literally the reason why Morgane finally reopens the door to Adam a little at the end of the episode, but again, I'll get to that later.

Let me just tell you that I absolutely love Roxane's arc this season and the way she no longer takes bullshit from anyone. I personally don't think that she bought Morgane's lies on who kissed who, and I do believe she already knows it was entirely Adam's initiative, although that's a personal headcanon of course. Not sure I felt any vibe between her and Morgane though but you know, I can get onboard that train pretty easily!

Now as for Sofiane, I must say I was glad he's back, and true he manages to be snarky in two lines, but my problem is that he ONLY got two lines?? Like... What was the point of calling him back just for this???? 😭 I need moar. Also Bonnemain wasn't gone, he was here in 301 if I remember correctly?

The implausible parts of the case didn't particularly hit me but also I haven't been a teenager in a looooong time now, so I didn't exactly notice the vintage vibes of bledigirl although it's quite obvious now that you pointed it out (I'm having skyblogs war flashbacks now, thank you very much 😂). And as for Sarah's name I'm not sure to see where you're heading at? Cause if it's Princess Sarah then I wouldn't have had the ref either (while I did get the Peau d'Âne one lol), but again, my teenage years are far ago.

Now Daphné. I juste LOVE how we get to see more of her in the season (not saying more but... yea) and the unexpected development of having her as the new workplace discrimination referee was a GENIUS move. The "on peut mieux faire" line has to be one of my absolute faves in the ENTIRE show (je crois qu'elle a même détrôné "excusez-moi de m'intéresser" c'est dire), and her reaction to Adam's glabre face was priceless (as was the whole shaved-his-beard thread, at least we got a consolation prize for losing beardie 🥲).

I actually never noticed that it was Morgane who'd usually say out loud the eps titles? Wasn't it Bonnemain who said Phyllobates Terribilis? Or Gilles who said 55 kilos first? To me the titles always refer to one of the clues that get Morgane to solve the puzzle but it never occurred to me she was the one saying them haha.

Mais bon en vrai on s'en fout parce que c'était juste pour introduire la partie sur Adam et... Okay.

"the tension throughout this ep probs felt surface-level because we didn’t get a glimpse into the characters’ feelings"

So this is exactly the part that grew on me with subsequent rewatches. I guess I was perhaps expecting too much, or was too used to writing myself what was happening in the blorbos' heads, to really get into what happens here on my first watch. But there's actually so much going on, blorbos-wise it is now one of my fave eps in the season!! (There's also some mildly annoying borderline ooc stuff happening but I'll get to that). Morgane is hurting so badly in this episode it's honestly heart-wrenching.

Obviously she's not going to show it eagerly, but it's visible at first in the way she flinches when Théa asks her if she's ready to work with Adam again (which also makes me wonder how much exactly Théa knows about what happened but that's a topic for another day). Then she goes full-on passive-aggressive mode with Adam, which says a lot, it all culminates in the cringiest song ever (I pasted the full lyrics in the end if you're curious), and then Adam does what??

He confronts her! Il essaye de communiquer !! Il veut crever l'abcès 🥹 And she cannot say it. She's the one who always comes up with angry punchlines but right now she's hurting so much she doesn't even have it in her to SAY IT 😭😭😭 and storms out instead. cue my first death in this episode.

BUT. She might be hurting and angry, she'll still lie to Roxane to protect his relationship. While she could very understandably retaliate by tanking it. 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 Cue my second death, obviously.

Now we're getting to the part I honestly didn't like so much, because Morgane just got out of prison, and then she escapes a murder attempt, and nobody gives a shit about it? They can be mad at her all they want, and Adam can be shocked to find Roxane at Morgane's place, what happened to "je tiens à vous" huh? I didn't write "j'ai droit à un câlin à chaque fois que je frôle la mort ?" for nothing, and also I need to check that bingo box, thank you very much 😠😭 So I get that Adam is in the quite delicate situation of "oh shit, looks like wifey and mistress are hanging out behind my back", mais franchement ça lui arracherait une molaire de demander à Morgane comment elle va ?

Biggest OOC move from him as far as I'm concerned. 🔪🔪🔪

Now...

Actually wait no, I'm still angry, give me a minute.

...

Where was I? The show sort of made up for it after that because Adam being in charge of her protection!! While he's mad at her because he's thinking she ratted him out to Roxane!! And she's mad at him because, well, you know!! She physically cannot stand to be in the same room as he is and they are forced to hang out?? And he gets it? And he tries to talk to her but then the pressure explodes? And she FINALLY says it out loud? And exposes her feelings in a clearer way than she's ever done before? Because what else putting Adam at the same level as [redacted] means but "I was in love with you too"???? Cue my third and final death right here.

And finally, for me the phone charger thread as a symbol is not a theory, it's a fact! The way they insisted on how she refuses to use it at first to not owe him anything, for her to eventually steal it after Gilles' speech about forgiveness is pretty transparent, and so is her final joke about his beard. And the way she delivers this final line? This was absolutely not what she intended to tell him. She just didn't master the courage to say out loud "I forgive you", so she settled for something much safer but the meaning remains. Cue my undefined stare at the ceiling 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Honorable mentions to:

Jérôme's burnout? How? When? I need answers 😂

Céline yelling TIMOTHÉE ?! in the precinct

The cats

THE ELEVATOR STARE 😱😱😱😱😱😱 I didn't include it to the blorbos' emotional journey because it wasn't painful but my! God! the! absolute! tension! here!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥 Cue my actual death

And the lyrics to Morgane's song if anyone's interested:

C'est l'histoire d'un amant Qui s'est pris pour un Don Juan T'as cru qu'il était ti-gen Parce que le gars mettait ses gants Il t'a fait nan-nan-nan Chérie tu te méprends

C'est l'histoire d'un condé Qu'a voulu jouer les BG Il s'est pris pour Superman Mais il bouffe trop de kouign amann J'ai fait miam miam miam Par ici le croque-madame

J'fais monter la mayo (x3) Pour le poulet... (suite incompréhensible)

T'as cru qu'il était gentil Parce qu'il portait un képi Mais c'était que du mépris Il t'a tej comme un débris

[ravena-wrote]

Expectations  Rating: G, Words: 407 for the @drarrymicrofic prompt pensive 

Harry is cleaning their study when he comes across the small silver vial. The label is written in Draco’s tight font: Lucius Malfoy Casts Love Curse on H. Potter and D. Malfoy, Security Camera Footage. Harry stands for a second looking at it with a fond smirk. They’d never caught Lucius so they didn’t know what he’d been aiming for with the curse but Harry is sure it wasn’t this.

“Draco!” He calls as he climbs the stairs to their bedroom. “Look what I’ve found.” He tosses the bottle at Draco who’s curled up fast asleep across the bright white sheets.

 “Harryyyy.” Draco whines squirming a little as he tries to bury his head under the pillow. 

Harry gazes at him. Weak sunlight drifts through the curtains and falls across his pale skin. He looks so relaxed, so at home that Harry’s heart squeezes. He’ll never get tired of looking at him. 

“No seriously Draco get up. I need someone to reminisce with.” He grabs the bottle off the bed and wiggles it in Draco's face. Draco groans and props himself up in a sitting position brushing his long blonde hair out of his eyes. He squints at the bottle for a second. 

“Is this what I think it is? The beginning of our fated romance?” His tone rings of poorly concealed hilarity. 

“Yes,” Harry responds grinning. “I thought we could watch it together. You know. For nostalgia.” 

“Fine alright. I can’t believe you woke me up for this,” Draco complains as he gazes at Harry fondly. 

Harry perches on the bed beside him and accio’s the pensive over. Carefully he upends the swirling silver vial and reaches over to catch Draco’s hand in his own. Together they press their faces into the cool liquid.

Harry’s the first to rip himself from the memory. Eyes wide and hands shaking he waits for Draco to emerge. He stares at Draco’s pale large hands, at his aristocratic posture. He thinks about the way Draco looks in his formal robes, how hard Harry had to work to convince him to grow his hair out because he was worried he would look like his father.

 Harry takes a deep breath as everything clicks into place.

When Draco finally straightens up out of the pensive Harry sees his shock mirrored in Draco’s grey eyes.

“Well,” Draco says slowly, looking at him wryly. “I guess we need to get our hands on a time turner.”

[abstractlesbian]

17

Books that suprised me with how good they were:

The Subtweet by Vivek Shraya

It was my first time reading fiction from her and I really enjoyed it! But I know these kinds of novels (detransition baby & little fish by Casey Plett would be same category I think) about lgbt ppl/trans women struggling with their lives and dealing with bigotry with ambiguous/sudden inconclusive endings aren't for everyone, but I tend to enjoy them

This one was about trans women of colour in the music scene in Toronto

And I enjoyed it way more than I thought I would considering twitter plays a big role in the plot lol

Uzumaki by Junji Ito

Just because I had recently read a few of his books that didn't make much of an impact. It was nice to be reminded of how good his writing can be.

One Piece

Read the first 52 volumes (🫣) for the first time this year. Just wanted to commit to reading a long ongoing series BC I thought it would be good for my mental health (it has been!) and ended up enjoying it way more than I expected to

Oshi no ko by Aka Akasaka

Ok this one is a MESS but I like messy murder mystery/thrillers. The premise/first few chapters did not seem great to me but really enjoyed it once the main character reaches middle school. But again it's a mess. A lot going on. Reincarnation. Murder mystery. Children in the entertainment industry. Stalking. Fake dating. Reality tv dating show arc??

[cjbolan]

If the filmmakers behind“Lightning Thief”or “Artemis Fowl”adapt “The Tail of Emily Windsnap”...

*WARNING: SPOILERS*

1. Characters will look NOTHING like how they’re described in the book.

2. Terrible CGI. Not because of a low budget, but because they’ll waste the budget on too much stunt casting/product placement/royalties for unoriginal music.

3. Cringey mermaid puns based on pop culture references (unlike the unique mermaid slang in the books)  .

4. Emily’s swim lessons being mandatory (see image below), turning her character-defining choice from the book into a lazy plot contrivance.

5. The kids being aged up to 17 yr olds, in a desperate attempt to bait (pun intended) older viewers, albeit at the risk of losing the kid/tween demographic who made it popular in the first place.

6. The only POCs will be offensive blatant racial stereotypes, and will be either sidekicks or villains. Seriously if you can’t write POC characters right then don’t write them at all (and this ties to my suggestion of Jake being POC-coded, so I fear how they’d portray him)

7. Mr. Beeston will look and act so overtly creepy that his Big Reveal near the end will suprise nobody.

8. Mr. Beeston loses all moral ambiguity. They’ll gloss over his parentage and possibly cut out the start of his redemption arc.

9. The mermen will be all naked (unlike the books) with perfect 6-pack abs for fanservice. Including Mr. Beeston once he transforms. This also means Jake losing his iconic prison uniform.

10. Mary Penelope will be reduced to a dumbass Damsel in Distress, just to make Emily look like the better “stronger” female in comparison (again unlike the books, where each female character is strong in their own way).

11. Mary Penelope will provide the sole fanservice for male viewers--by wearing sexually provocative clothes (high heels, short skirts, etc.) that’s highly impractical and even dangerous for boating. Also likely she’ll have a love scene w/ Jake in a skimpy bikini, even in the freezing open ocean.

12. Mystic Millie will look “ugly” -- a.k.a. not fitting conventional standards of female attractiveness (could mean anything from showing body hair, wearing glasses, being slightly heavier, etc.) -- in order to make audiences take Mary P. more seriously as the female love interest.

13. To appease all the fundamentalist parents complaining about  Mystic Millie’s spiritualism-- her spiritualism will be either written out or written as a complete joke.

14. The mermaids’ playground of sunken wreckage will be a bunch of product placement.

That’s all I got for now, feel free to add further thoughts.

[mulderscully]

i mean, we are really stretching the term human here since he is a slayer and obvi has super human strength since he can beat nandor's ass, so i'm sure if they wanted to do something besides turning him there is a lot they could do. i just love vampirism.

i like this finale because either way, i'm fine with what they do. if derek turns guillermo i'm excited about it and if he doesn't i'm excited about that too because it still leaves a chance for nandor to do it later on. i feel like this is maybe an unpopular opinion but i 100% do think guillermo will be a vampire at the end of this show, just depends how long they wanna edge the audience and if they plan on going past s6 or not.

[anthonyravencrow]

No disbarment au

Elaborating on no disbarment au because you guys seem to like the idea.

If you hadn't notice this contains major spoilers for AJ so you might want to skip this one if you haven't completed it.

I came up with it because I don't like sad time skips when the character is fine and then we come back few years later to see that their life was awful when we weren't looking. So Phoenix's life is a bit happier in this. :)

It's gonna be a long post so I'm putting rest under the cut

So back to the au

The starting difference from canon is that Zak Gramarye pulls his dissapearing act earlier so Phoenix doesn't have a chance to present forged evidence.

He doesn't get disbared but his reputation still sufferes becasuse of it and from this moment other attorneys start to consider him as kinda corrupted and theorize that he helped his client dissapear because he knew that he was loosing.

Because Zak is gone Phoenix still decides to adopt Trucy. <333 She still practices her magic acts but she also gets to be Phoenix's co-counsel (we all wanted this to happen)

So Phoenix doesn't have a good reputation but he still gets some cases and he's happy with his daughter

On the other hand Kristoph is pissed. He flunked all that money for nothing. He decides to keep a close eye on Phoenix as he plans revenge.

I really liked his character and his weird "friendship" with Phoenix in the game and I was kinda dissapointed that we've seen him in only two cases. Also Klavier deserves to have more scenes with him too.

So Phoenix still hangs out with Kristoph so he can financialy support Trucy and her magic hobby as a lawyer. But he's careful and tries to keep her away from Kristoph.

In this au Kristoph is more involved. He still becomes "friends" with Phoenix and he seems to be an only attorney around who trusts him after the Gramarye trial. It's still weird between them though and Phoenix senses that Kristoph is up to no good but he needs his support in court and Kristoph also helps him to actually get some cases and clients.

Phoenix still is a very good lawyer but he now has more obstacles to get through in court so he gets a little more jaded and has to always keep a few tricks up his sleeve. He kinda acts like Edgeworth in his demon prosecutor days.

Now enters Apollo - he's the main character in all of this <3

He starts working at Gavin's law office. He often sees Phoenix there because of his relationship with Kristoph. At this point Apollo already heard some rumors about Phoenix and his questionable cases, also Kristoph is really passive-agressive about him to the point where Apollo wonders why these two are still friends.

So Phoenix gets to be all ambiguous and mysterious as Apollo tries to form his opinion on him.

At some point Trucy in typical girl assistant fashion gets involved in a murder case she's a suspect and gets arrested. Phoenix doesn't have a good opinion in court and he doesn't want that to ruin his chances to prove his daughter's innocence. He also doesn't trust Kristoph with this at all. So Phoenix decides to request Apollos help.

Apollo agrees :). If it was a game this would be the first trial so Payne would be a prosecutor in this. Apollo with little help and pep-talk from Phoenix during recess obviously wins :)

Aftter that he hangs out around Wirght law offices more often and he gets to develop a friendship with Trucy. He also gets to talk to Phoenix and is really impressed by his previous cases. He tries to ask about what happened to his reputation but doesn't get obvious answers. Phoenix still is ambiguous and throws some off-hand comments about Kristoph from time to time.

So now Apollo is kinda thorn between two lawyers who constantly trash-talk each other. Except Kristoph is more ominous about this.

When Apollo is around Wright's office, Phoenix points his attention to cases he doesn't want to take because of his reputation so Apollo agrees to help and takes them himself.

And Trucy gets to be his assistant. <333

During this Apollo talks with his mentor Kristoph from time to time and also gets some helpful advices from him.

I'd like to see more of their relationship and more of Kristop being a mentor to Apollo. I think it would be cool and interesting to see this other side of him. The side which seems to be kind and understanding, the reason why Apollo has his opinions in good regard.

So Kristoph tries to act all supportive about Apollo taking cases from Wright but he lets Apollo notice that he's not too happy about it. Kristoph is this kind of ominous presence during those "filler" cases and he says things about Phoenix that make Apollo doubt him a little.

Also Klavier's here. He's a prosecutor in Apollo's cases. And he's just as sweet as in canon.

Apollo at first is suprised to learn that Kristoph even has a brother because Kristoph didn't even mention him much to Apollo. Apollo also gets to see Klavier when he goes to talk with Kristop. So we can see more of Klavier's relationship with his brother.

Klavier If asked, I think would say some nice stuff about his bro and he kinda looks up to him a litte as an attorney. Kristop on the other hand, not so much. He ridicules Klavier's rock star persona when Apollo talks to him about his bro.

Ema is still a detective in this. <333. Because Phoenix didn't get disbared she got to work on some cases with him in the past <33

She's nicer to Klavier because he didn't ruin her friend's career in this. But they constantly get into a playful banter. She also knows Trucy really well because of her being Phoenix's co-counsel in the past cases.

Ema is great and she seems happier in this even thou she didn't want to be detective that much.

Now I'm getting closer to the finish line.

For the last case I envision something similar to Turnabout Goodbyes and Rise from the ashes.

OH NO! Phoenix get's framed for murder! I think Drew Misham would be a good victim in this to tie this nicely to the Zak Gramarye case.

Obviously Kristoph's behind all of this and Phoenix knows this. But he still remains ambiguous and doesn't tell the whole truth about his involvement. Kristoph is free to walk around and is very dangerous so Phoenix worries about Trucy's safety and doesn't want her to get involved in this. He is very careful about what he reveals to Apollo so he doesn't get Kristoph's attention. He is worried what Kristoph might do to Trucy if he puts to much focus on him.

So Apollo and Phoenix's friends try to save him. Apollo does really in depth research and he slowly finds out the truth behind this case and also the Gramarye case and unused forged evidence.

As he's closer to the truth he starts to suspect Kristoph more and more. It's really hard for him to accept because Kristoph was always a good mentor to him. During all of this he still talks with Kristoph who with every conversation seems more and more ominous.

Klavier was chosen as a prosecutor for this trial. He and Apollo face in court but Klavier was also present during investigation parts so he's also torn about his brothers presence in all of this.

Finally everything gets revealed. They confron't Kristoph in court. Apollo wins, Kristoph gets arrested and Phoenix is declared innocent. His reputation is also cleared beacuse everyone found out about what really happened behind the scenes of the Gramarye trial.

Apollo and Klavier are also happy but they both have mixed feelings about Kristoph. He was Apollo's mentor and Klavier's brother. They both held him in high regard and are both shocked that he was able to do something like this. They need some time to deal with it but they have each other and together they are going to work through this. (Yeah, Klapollo <3)

So everyone gets together. Apollo continues working as a lawyer under Phoenix with Trucy often accompanying him as his co-counsel.

And that is the end!

I'd like to thank @digitalstowaway because your response motivated me to write this down. <3

[sweetery-ko]

Yo! I love the frog style and headcannons you already did! May I ask for Hajime who wants to confess to Nagito he likes him but because he has DID he isn't sure if he should? He starts having doubts and overthink things.

Ooooo! my first character x character request and the idea is unique? I'm so lucky!! Also, thanks for the compliment! I'm a little insecure about my headcanons so it's really nice to hear something assuring! ♡

Wonderful sprite edit by u/MidDinos on Reddit!

CW: K/mah/na, Hajime Hinata, Nagito Komaeda, mentions of Izuru Kamukura, Hajime had DID due to (ambiguous) trauma unlike canon, dissociative identity disorder, talent development plan au but it's a little altered, both Hajime and Izuru are the ultimate hope 

Hajime having a crush on Nagito but he has DID and he's insecure about it

Despite having so many close friends, the one and only person that keeps running in Hajime’s mind is Nagito Komaeda, the ultimate lucky student in his class.Everyone avoids him for his bizarre behavior but not for the brunete however, his way of thinking is the reason why he’s so drawn to Nagito.

He felt so special when Nagito complimented him more than the others. Sure, it's all because of his talent but he soon began to compliment other things about him, making his heart skip a beat.

He was sure this is love, all the signals are there and his classmates didn't teased him for nothing! So he always ends up imagining fake scenarious with Nagito in mind, like them having a future or some sort. Everything seemed to be so fine with all his hangouts until he came in mind.

He is called Izuru Kamukura, his alter. He has every single talent, including hope as well and everyone seems to prefer Izuru over Hajime. This caused him to be insecure and it only gets worse when he remembers what Nagito likes.

Nagito enjoys hope more than anything and according to him, talented people are very hopeful, bonus points it you're hopeful and talented, extra worshipping when your talent is hope itself. So basically there's two problems, he's scared that Nagito will either get weirded out by his disorder or he'll prefer Izuru over him like the others.

Hajime started rather feeling uneasy when talking to Nagito because it seems like Izuru may or may not have caught interest in Nagito though it is only purely platonic. He has no control on when who controls the body so he's always on edge, the last thing he wants to happen is switching to Izuru mid conversation with his crush.

His insecurities are so bad that he started to avoided him. Thanks to a certain douchebag (ahem, J/nko) making fun of him for his disorder, he got more and more fear rushing through him whenever he thinks of Nagito. Who cares about your alter being better than you if people can't even except you for even having such disorder? It depresses him.

The tan man always looked forward to and planned out their little hangouts so when Hajime drops the routine of out nowhere and him barely ever speaking or even leaving his dorm room is very concerning. He, being the good friend he is, have to check on him as holing up to your room for almost 24/7 is bad for your mental as he learned that the hard way. Also, he can use it as an excuse to meet up again with his cute crush.

Hajime is a stubborn man so no matter how much Nagito asked or demanded to open the door, he won't budge. He couldn't muster to see the guy yet and he was just planning on cutting him off of his life completely so this mental pain will end. Nagito had trained asked Monokuma to open the door for him, making Hajime grunt in shame.

Nagito had to force the other to speak up, almost had to put Monomi into the situation but that's enough to catch Hajime off guard and confess, he doesn't want his teacher of all people to know even if she's the understanding type.

Hearing the truth broke Nagito's heart. People are discriminating him because of his disorder!? And the chance of Izuru being favored over because he has every single talent!? Every single talent??... Woah..No! Don't get himself distracted. Nagito hesitantly put his hand on Hajime's shoulder, saying that will not be the case as he sees him and his alter a different person and prefer him because.. He cut himself off due to the answer was technically a love confession.

Hajime could finally take a breather once Nagito manage to prove his words. Even if Izuru is a spectacular person and someone the white haired man would love to finally meet, he still looks forward to meet the brunette just the same.

Once Hajime caught the message that he was finally comfortable again and the usual routine is back in business, he wanted to confess and was planning yo until suprise, Nagito confessed at the same time he was about to send him a cheeky confession love letter. Nagito's luck is something.

[unholyplumpprincess]

Hello, could i please request an imagine for Bloodhound with a reader that wants to induldge Bloodhound's knife kink. So they buy some special knives, and suprise Hound with them. Thank you!

Me who has 100% done plenty of stuff for Hound and their knife play interest.

Me, also: Absolutely. Why not Another one, ya know.

!!!Minors and ageless blogs dni or you will be blocked!!!

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, knife play, predator/prey kink, chasing, sexual threatening????? Reader is gn and ambiguous!

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Hound has lots of knives. All are for special things. You notice this and curiously ask them about them. Their hatchet went into the arena with them- a gift from their uncle, as you learned, and was quite cherished. Their hunting knife, one they always had on them, was for catching prey. Another, bigger hunting knife was used to skin the thicker armored creatures, and so forth.

Imagine their surprise when you bit your lip and asked which one you could use for play time. Something that made their gaze turn away from the blade whittling a piece of wood and looking up at you practically twirling your hair and swaying. They gaze at you for a moment, calculating and curious, before a soft huff of a laugh falls from their full lips and they tell you that they do not Yet have a knife specifically for that. You are the first person to ask them of such a thing.

So you get them a gift. You give them a beautiful hunting knife, it’s shiny and black, the handle being of a custom made leather that’s dyed red. You wrapped it up nice for them in a little box, watching their face carefully as they’d taken it out, twisting it in their grip and giving it a toss to catch the hilt.

“A gift for myself, or a gift for you, beloved?” They’d tease, looking up at you from over the rims of their red tinted glasses and watching you smile that little smile that tells them all they need to know.

You get indulged. They stand to meet you, walking you back slowly until your back hits a wall and the blade’s flat edge slowly goes along the curve of your side, all the way up to your neck where the sharp blade is held just a breath away. 

“My sweet, precious little prey,” They’d breathe, obviously getting off on how you whimper and squirm as they smile to reveal their sharp double canines. “Do you want me to hurt you?”

~Rest under the cut~

You swallow thickly, your tongue feeling thick like syrup as you whimper out, “Yes.”

“Do you want me to hunt you?”

“Y-yes-”

“Then run. Pray I do not make a meal of you now.”

And you’re off. You know their beloved game of chasing you through the woods off their cottage, knowing all the trails by now of Talos and where the bigger beasts would not be. You scramble through mud, not daring to look back behind you, because you know they’d only give you a small, merciful ten extra seconds to get ahead.

You try, you really do, trying to make it challenging for them by changing directions. But in the end, you should know how determined Hound is to see you made a mess of.

When they tackle you and you go rolling, you try to kick them off, yelping and squirming and managing to wiggle free, but that doesn’t last long. Not when you’re slammed onto your back, your arms yanked above your head with one of their gloved hands and the other holding that shiny new blade to your throat with a snarled, low voice telling you, “Hold still. You do not wish to bleed, do you?”

When you whimper, rolling your hips up into nothing where they rest on your abdomen, you can see their canines again as they grin.

“Good. Now, stick out your tongue. Like a good pet.” Their voice coos, watching as you obey so they can press the flat of the blade on your tongue and croon yet again. “Lick. Show me what your mouth can do, little one.”

And oh, who are you to say no?