#teehees with malicious intent

[nerevarswritingstuff]

I caved.....

THIS IS THE ONLY TEASERS Y'ALL GET THOUGH! AFTERWARD, I'M GONNA GET EVERYTHING TOGETHER AND SURPRISE YOU GUYS WITH WHAT'S GONNA COME

We'll see how long I hold that promise before showing more teasers

For now, simply enjoy these two idiots. the asshole with Macaque is my OC Zhixiu (pronounced jee-show), the half-snake demon, half-heaven blessed human who bears unnatural luck. Doesn't care what pronouns you use, but usually goes by they/them to save confusion (most of the time).

Their quote: "I am whatever gender best inconveniences you."

As well as a couple doodles of both Zhixiu and Macaque~

I love them............. i will cry........

[bitchdafuqyousay]

platforms always on some “try premium” bullshit like how bout you try kissing my fuckin ass instead you damn wank stain kys

[githjanken]

i had an idea for a Very Dramatic Story yesterday (about keeping terrible world ending secrets and only being able to talk about it with the people who were there with you and it turning incredibly dysfunctional as a "what happens after you save the world" kind of tragedy) and

:3c gonna put these meowmeows in so many situations where they can showcase how bad they are at communicating honestly and openly. no therapy for them ever, only the crab bucket.

[castielsprostate]

this video explains it pretty well for anyone that needs a video format!

not the coquettes literally reinventing nazi phrenology on tiktok

[defectivevillain]

set your wings on fire

pairing: obey me! brothers & reader (can be platonic or romantic)

reader’s pronouns: he/him

Summary: The brothers react to you bringing a “friend” home.

lil disclaimer: the brothers are a bit manipulative here. then again, they are demons, after all. 

author’s note: the title is from cocoa hooves by glass animals cause I'm obsessed with it rn teehee

Lucifer

Lucifer greets your new friend with a polite smile and a firm handshake. There is no hint of any animosity or dislike anywhere in his posture. Everything about him screams calm, collected, and composed. 

His eyes, on the other hand... There’s a malicious gleam in his eyes that suggests that he will rip this guy apart if he so much as lays a finger on you. 

Lucifer makes sure to accidentally use his powers to obliterate a piece of trash he finds laying on the floor. The discarded piece of paper—which he has a nagging feeling Mammon just tossed there—is reduced to a pile of ashes. The floorboard where it rested is charred and blackened. Lucifer takes sufficient satisfaction in the slightly fearful expression on your new friend’s face. 

He’ll also interrupt the two of you several times throughout your little hang outs. Lucifer will stop by just to check in. As he does so, he makes sure to loom menacingly in the doorway—daring this new demon to try anything. 

Hell, sometimes Lucifer will just engineer excuses to get you out of the room and away from that friend of yours. He’ll make something up about Mammon getting into a fight with Levi over his credit card—which, honestly, isn’t entirely out of the realm of possibilities anyway—and you’ll be distanced from that meddlesome lowly demon before you know it.

Lucifer won’t brag about himself or boast about his achievements in the way some of his brothers are wont to do. He’s too prideful for that; he’s above that kind of behavior. Instead, the Avatar of Pride will aim a critical stare at this friend of yours. The oldest brother’s mere existence outclasses this random guy—a fact he is sure to remind the worm of.  

Mammon

Mammon digs his nails into his palms and resists the extremely compelling urge to slice this demon in half. He refuses to believe that some upstart can waltz into the House of Lamentations and talk to you, his human. 

He’s always casually slipping in suggestions about expensive things to do and places to go, just to establish his superiority over the guy. Mammon will ask him if he’s ever been to a restaurant that is notorious for being extremely expensive in the Devildom. Your demon friend will deny ever going there and Mammon will casually mention how he’s friends with the owner. The Avatar of Greed will look for outlets in the conversation and strike viciously, until the demon is left feeling humiliated and outclassed.

Although, that’s not to say that Mammon is always cunning and thoughtful. Sometimes, he’ll resort to simply sticking to you like glue. He’ll be constantly touching you—throwing an arm around your shoulders, clasping your hand in his, patting your head. You’re always a bit thrown off whenever he does those sorts of things, but the slight pinkness to his cheeks tells you that he doesn’t have malicious intentions. 

You’re certain you’ve never seen Mammon showboat as much as he does whenever your friend is around. You want to confront him about it, but you know it won’t get you anywhere. 

One day, Mammon pulls you aside and takes a deep breath. He seems uncharacteristically nervous, in your eyes. The demon averts his eyes as he starts to speak. “Human, don’t even think about making a pact with that guy.”

Of course, “that guy” is super vague, so you have to ask him for clarification. The Avatar of Greed groans in annoyance. “The guy. You know. Your new friend or whatever.” Once you finally catch on, you throw him a disbelieving glance. For once, Mammon isn’t flustered at being caught. His expression is dead serious. You agree at once, not liking the sharp glint in his eyes. 

Leviathan

Leviathan becomes rather snappy and irritated. He’s quick to murmur insults under his breath or make derogatory comments about the guy. 

He is the Avatar of Envy, after all. Levi will be positively smoldering at the thought of this random demon successfully gaining your attention. What does this guy have that he doesn’t?! The very thought refuses to leave his mind.

Leviathan will try to play some games to keep his mind off of the thought, but he simply can’t distract himself. He’s just mindlessly playing, to the point where he finds himself staring at the in-game avatar’s death screen for a few minutes before processing that he died. 

After that rather embarrassing failure, Levi gives up on feigning disinterest and decides to hang around you [and, by extension, this new friend of yours]. He asks the guy questions about video games he’s claimed to play, making sure to disprove him at every turn. Leviathan will make comments like: “Oh, you said that was your favorite game? Interesting. I don’t remember the antagonist dying in that one... Perhaps it really isn’t your favorite.” 

Levi will take any chance he gets to knock this other demon down several pedestals. Fortunately, it isn’t exactly hard—the guy is kind of stupid. At least, that’s what Leviathan thinks. You don’t seem to mind that, annoyingly enough.

[One time, you even come across Levi staring off into space and muttering something about incompetent normies. You don't think much of it at the time and Levi doesn’t mention it again.] 

Maybe, if Leviathan is feeling particularly annoyed and frustrated, he’ll pull your friend aside and glare at him. Levi will transform into his demon form and look down at the guy, a disgusted expression on his face. “Just what does he see in you?” He’ll say, with nothing but contempt in his voice. 

Satan

Satan is a complete and utter asshole to this new demon, point blank. He doesn't desire to make friends with him, doesn’t desire to even pretend that he can tolerate him. No, when Satan sees this demon practically hanging off your arm, he immediately wants to make his life absolutely miserable. 

So, that’s what he does. Sometimes, Satan will purposefully rip up one of the floorboards, just to get your new friend to trip. Other times, he’ll manipulate the air temperature in the room you’re occupying—just so he can walk in with a sweater or an ice pack for you before your friend can. 

Satan makes sure to maintain his composure whenever you’re around. The moment you’re not present, however, he’s quick to snap. He’ll clench his fists and just scream, grabbing the closest object and throwing it at the wall. Thankfully, his brothers are far accustomed to his rage fits and they don’t bother to intervene. Satan goes to the secret alcove behind his bedroom—his rage room, as he likes to call it—and doesn’t exit for an hour.

You will never notice Satan’s wrath unless he wants you to. He’s experienced and powerful enough to know how to hide his feelings, even when they threaten to swallow him whole. Your new demon friend will certainly notice—as he’s on the receiving end of Satan’s anger—but you will not. 

Satan is all about pretense. He’ll be sickly sweet to the guy when you’re around. When you’re not around... Safe to say, your new friend doesn’t know what’s coming. 

Asmodeus

Asmodeus walks over to your room, fully intent on kidnapping you for a shopping trip, when he meets eyes with another demon. He stares at the stranger for a few seconds before looking around the room to find you. You get up and wave at him.

“Who’s your friend?” Asmodeus asks casually. He's not quite sure if he’s displaying tranquility, because he feels as if he’s shaking in frustration and anger. Why would you need another demon to talk to? He's right here, after all. Ugh. Even his mediocre brothers are better than this random guy. Asmodeus’s thoughts must show on his face, because you raise an eyebrow at him in response. Silence stretches across the space before your new friend introduces himself.

The demon reaches out to shake his hand—quite uncommon for demons, Asmodeus thinks critically. The Avatar of Lust makes sure to accidentally swipe his hand and release a slight wave of magic. It’s far from a full display of his power, but it should be enough to convince this demon that he means business. Sure enough, your new friend shrinks back and looks away. Victory.

From then on, Asmodeus makes sure to walk by and lock eyes with the demon. Every time the guy is in the mansion, Asmo is conveniently around the corner or down the hall. [He knows you’re onto him, but he can't find it in himself to care.]

One notable instance, Asmodeus walks by to find the demon alone. You must be grabbing water or something. This is his chance! Asmodeus strolls over to the guy, glaring at him. “He’s my precious canvas,” Asmodeus whispers directly in his ear, content with how the demon flinches at the proximity. His fingers twitch to claw at the guy’s neck, but he resists the urge. “If you touch him, I will ruin you.” Asmodeus settles for dragging a sharp nail down the demon’s cheek. The Avatar of Lust takes satisfaction in the startled exhale that he lets out.

“Do we understand each other?” Asmodeus then asks cheerily. He doesn’t bother to wait for an answer, instead simply turning around and walking away.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub doesn’t quite understand the weird feeling in his chest when you introduce him to this demon friend of yours. Whatever it is, he doesn’t like it one bit. He especially doesn’t like the hunger in your friend’s eyes. 

Beelzebub isn’t super comfortable with people he doesn’t know, so he mostly sticks to himself. However, you and your friend will sometimes frequent the kitchen for a quick snack and, well, the kitchen is practically Beel’s second bedroom. He runs into the demon more times than he’d like. 

That other demon ruins his appetite, Beelzebub realizes. Whenever he sees the guy, he gets a strange churning feeling in his stomach. The Avatar of Gluttony doesn’t quite know what it means, other than the fact that he hates it. 

Sometimes, Beel will bake treats for you and just for you. He'll make sure to give them to you when your friend is present, before exclaiming that the baked goods are for you and only for you. You always throw him a confused look at that, but he doesn’t care. 

Beel is also fond of showing off his razor sharp teeth to this demon friend of yours. It’s amusing to see the guy clam up next to you, eyes wide as he looks at Beelzebub’s dangerous teeth. Beel always shoots him a sharp grin after that. 

One time, Beelzebub walks into the kitchen to find the two of you already sitting there. You’re quick to involve him in the conversation and, despite his gratitude, Beel can’t register anything except for annoyance. He blurts out the first thing he can think of. “I've never eaten another demon before...” Beelzebub frowns, looking your new friend up and down with hungry eyes. Of course, he’d never actually eat a demon—that’d be cannibalism. However, the remark incites a horrified reaction from your new friend and Beel has to mentally pat himself on the back for that one.

Belphegor

Belphegor despises your new friend from the moment he lays eyes on him. He loathes the guy’s mere existence. Everything about him just irks Belphegor. This demon tries way too hard and it makes him sick to his stomach. 

Whenever the demon tries to get your attention or make rather obvious moves, Belphegor will be right behind him, cruelly laughing at him. His amusement will key you into the fact that the guy is vying for your attention and failing. It’s just wonderful!

Belphegor soon finds that just taunting the guy isn’t enough. He contemplates killing him, but he knows that you’d never forgive him. The Avatar of Sloth then comes up with an idea. If he can’t take your meddlesome friend out of the equation, he’ll just take you out of it.

Belphegor won’t hurt you, of course. 

In fact, it’s comically easy to pull at your strings a bit—to fool your body into becoming more exhausted than normal. From there, well, it’s child’s play. Belphegor will enter the room and make an offhanded comment about how you’re looking more tired than usual. He’ll escort you back to your room and then firmly tell your new acquaintance that you need time to rest. It’s a foolproof plan. Your friend can’t resist, lest he risk looking callous and heartless. Meanwhile, Belphegor can nap with you—alone and unbothered. He smirks to himself and ignores the questioning look you send him.

[evilwetbread]

why are people brewing up crack theories that ragatha is intentionally an evil manipulator . hang HANG ON !!!!! i must voice my thoughts on the matter i am not standing for this

wordwall incoming 🥰🥰🥰

so rags is a people pleaser, tho that probably goes w/o saying.

that trait in itself is a rather toxic one to have but i doubt she’s aware of that. she seeks solidarity in others and will do anything to be viewed as a form of support in order to give herself a sense of stability, and when she feels she isn’t viewed as such, she becomes incredibly insecure and desperate to “right the wrong” (like how she was constantly worrying over pomni in ep 2; she was both hurt by the events of ep1, and seeking validation that pomni doesn’t actually hate her, which resulted in both guilt-tripping and acting almost patronizingly towards her.) a lot of the time ragatha will simply act ingenuinely because she thinks it’s what will get people to enjoy her company.

saying that “she manipulates people into feeling helpless without her” feels so backwards to me cause for all intents and purposes, she acts the way she does because She’s the one who feels helpless if she isn’t of use to others. she wants to feel wanted, and in her mind that means never addressing when she’s upset or hurt. most of the time when she feels that way, it manifests through passive aggression (“oh and don’t worry about the whole Abandoning Me For The Exit thing!” at the time of saying that i doubt she was over it lmao)

and of course, she plays down the severity of the whole Trapped In The Circus situation too. looking on the bright side to a fault.

none of this, mind u, is intentionally antagonistic. is it messed up? yeah. but a lot of us would act the same way in her situation

personally i think it WOULD be fun to see ragatha do something horrible- not because she WANTS to, but because she’s oblivious to how truly damaging bottling things up can be.

i want to see her snap, i’ve seen both goose herself and rags’ VA allude to it on occasion. ep 5 is definitely one i can’t wait for teehee

anyways if u read this far thank u . and also take everything i said with a grain of salt just because i Dont Know what goose has planned for ragatha, but she definitely isnt INTENTIONALLY malicious

[rippedfleshh]

clocky & toby

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they’re a complicated duo that fit perfectly within each other’s fucked up jagged puzzle pieces.

I wouldn’t say they’re toxic, just complex and complicated. throwing together two serial killers who most likely have attachment issues (for diff reasons) and anger issues is bound to be slightly rocky at first.

that being said, they never intentionally hurt each other or have malicious intent towards one another. their expression of love is just slightly more complex or strange.

you’ll never hear clocky tell toby she loves him. but, she’ll listen to his rambles for hours on end and carry out any drawing requests he asks. she doesn’t write him love letters and continuously shower him in constant compliments. instead, she’ll maybe splurge a bit of cash to buy him a pocket knife she thinks he’d like. she also has crow like tendencies id say, picking up little bones or rocks in the woods she thinks he’d like. yes, she’s short on words and doesn’t quite know what to say but best believe she is showing her love for him in one way or another.

now for toby, unlike what you would expect and quite literally the opposite of clocky, he knows all the right things to say. but there’s always a time and a place. if he were to say sweet things to her all the time it would become the norm. toby doesn’t want that. he wants his words to convey meaning and genuinely make an impact on her. so on the nights that everything is quiet and maybe they’re sitting by a fire, he’ll lean over and whisper sweet, teeth rotting shit to her. also, love letters. he absolutely lovessss writing her love letters and means every damn word in all three pages. when it’s not words it’s in touches. gentle and almost unnoticeable. of course, she notices every single one though.

now for the complicated part. they have their fair share of fights and some of them get pretty bad. there’s not really a common theme but more so a common route of progression. they both are stubborn as hell and don’t know when to stop so this is where they clash heads. ultimately, they both realize they’re adults and sit to talk the shit out. afterwards, there’s either awkward silence for awhile or toby being… toby.

“you’re so pretty when you’re pissed off, I ever tell you that sweetheart?” “go fuck yourself”

“you know, if you’re jealous just say that.” “i will throw your ass into a table right fucking now.” “try it, bitch.”

“toby if you leave your bloody, sweat soaked clothes in my fucking laundry basket again im going to wreck your shit.” “fuck off dude, you’re always bitching.” “say some wack shit like that again and I will have your head on a fucking stick” “yes ma’am.” (he does it to get a reaction from her, but she knows this teehee)

neither of them take shit from the other and it’s almost perfect, because there’s no sensitivity. but, there’s always a boundary and when they’re crossed is when shit gets twisted. it’s honestly quite rare though because both are smart enough to know what’s appropriate and not.

so, they’re a cute couple (who happen to be serial killers). and no, they don’t kill together because their tactics are too different and they’d stress each other out.

[imminent-danger-came]

*ahem* *roles up to the post late & with a coffee*

So the driving thing behind Spider Queen's actions is to relive her glory days, to reclaim her empire.

Thinking about our other purple characters (all antagonists at one point or another), we have DBK, Macaque, Azure, Yellowtusk, and Peng. So, my proposition is that purple is a color that represents being stuck in the past. DBK was freed from the underworld and immediately continued his plans for world domination. Macaque is so focused on revenge because of his past with Monkey King (*chanting* SHADOW PLAY SHADOW PLAY SHADOW PLAY). Azure (and Peng/Yellowtusk) are all caught up in the days of their "glorious rebellion". You feel me

note to self. still want to figure out what the hell purple stands for in the color symbolism of lego monkie kid

[bylersboy]

hey y'all I know we hate on affirmations (and by y'all I mean myself because so many of them are like "I love myself sooooo muchhhh 🎀" and it feels fake as shit and I hate it) but like honestly ive been trying to find ways to help myself cope with fuck ass moral OCD cause ya know it makes my life horrible and its been kind of fun to think of affirmations. its nice to have time to be mindful of what im writing down as well because ocd is a disorder that seeks reassurance and so just getting reassurance doesn't really do much in the long run. anyways here's what ive written in my journal so far !!

my actions do not have malicious intent

I am not the root of injustice

I spread kindness

I am allowed to enjoy things

obviously like its great to be mindful of the injustice in the world and to be conscious of the things you buy and spend money and etc etc but as someone with OCD its not a disorder where these thoughts of "you shouldn't have bought this and you should have reblogged that activism post" are helpful and mindful. these thoughts are internally destructive and they just create such horrible spirals because ill buy a nice piece of clothing and thing "wow I shouldn't have bought that someone else could've wanted this more than me and i'm a bad person for taking this opportunity away from someone" or like today I saw lots of homeless people because I was in the city and I thought "if that homeless person asked me to go into the store and buy him a water bottle I dont know what I would do because if I bought a water bottle it would be plastic and then I would be contributing to the spread of micro plastics and the deterioration of our environment but if I DIDNT buy the water then I would be a horrible person for not helping this homeless man" and so I guess my point is affirmations might not be true for every single person. someone with a shopping addiction shouldn't be like "hey its okay im allowed to enjoy things im excusing my addiction to spending money on clothes" but someone with OCD who struggles with these kinds of thoughts might really benefit from these kinds of affirmations. OKAY THAT WAS SUCH A RAMBLE. im not going to apologize cause its my blog and I can post whatever I want teehee but I do want to say that I think this blog might have more frequent posts about my mental health specifically OCD. not anything really depressing but things that are educational so if you dont want to see that and you just want your dash to be a fun thing where you look at fan art and stuff feel free to unfollow cause you have free will !! okay bye guys

[mindyco]

Possessive!Bayverse!Leonardo x Oblivious!Reader 🩷 [You're mine]

Words: 1.39k

Warnings: slight gore

Summary: We're so hot and a group of thugs can see that. Teehee, Leo has to save us oh noooo! ╮(ㆆ ᴗ ㆆ)╭

As the day draws to a close, the warm glow of the setting sun bathes the bakery in a golden hue. The aroma of freshly baked bread lingers in the air, and the sound of closing shutters fills the silence. You, blissfully oblivious to the dangers that lurk in the shadows, prepare to leave, your innocence radiating from every pore.

Unbeknownst to you, the gang of thugs watches, their eyes filled with a predatory hunger that goes beyond mere criminal intent. They lick their lips, their gazes tracing the contours of your petite body, fueled by lust and a distorted sense of power.

As the tense atmosphere hangs in the air, the thugs circle around you, their malicious intent palpable. Their lustful gazes linger on your innocent appearance, their distorted desires fueling their actions. One of the thugs, a leering grin etched across his face, takes a step closer to you, his voice dripping with a perverse amusement.

"Well, well, ain't you a pretty little thing," he sneers, his eyes roaming over your petite frame. "Looks like we hit the jackpot tonight."

Confusion clouds your eyes as you tilt your head innocently, unaware of the danger that surrounds you. "Who are you?" you inquire, your voice filled with childlike curiosity.

The thug chuckles darkly, his tone laced with sinister implications. "We're the ones who can show you a good time, sweetheart," he replies, his words laced with a mixture of arrogance and lust. "Now, why don't you come with us? We've got something special planned."

Without hesitation, you obediently follow their lead, your trust unwavering. The thugs exchange puzzled glances, their expectations shattered by your unwavering compliance. Their confusion quickly turns into a sickening delight as they realize the extent of your naivety.

As you walk through the dimly lit alleyway, your steps light and carefree, the thugs exchange silent looks. Yet, before their amusement can fully dissipate, a sudden ringing shatters the tension-laden air. Startled, you reach into your pocket, retrieving your cellphone, the innocuous device that unwittingly becomes your savior.

Leo's voice resonates through the receiver, a lifeline that bridges the gap between danger and salvation. "Leo, what's wrong?" you ask, your innocence masking the danger that surrounds you.

On the other end of the line, Leo's voice carries a hint of urgency. "Y/N, where are you right now?" he asks, his concern palpable.

You look around, describing the alleyway and your oblivious companions. "I'm in this dark alley, Leo," you respond, unaware of the impending peril. "These nice men are leading me somewhere fun!"

Leo's eye twitches, a storm of anger and protectiveness brewing within him. He knows all too well the true nature of the men you're innocently following. "Stay right where you are," he warns, his deep voice laced with a sense of urgency.

Confusion flickers across your face as you tilt your head, struggling to understand the situation unfolding around you. The thugs, realizing that their true intentions have been exposed, lunge forward, snatching the phone from your grasp before smashing it to the ground.

Leo's voice is abruptly cut off, and a cry of surprise escapes your lips as the device shatters. Fear flashes in your eyes, the realization dawning on you that something is terribly wrong.

One of the thugs, fueled by anger and desperation, tightens his grip on your wrist. His voice trembles with fury as he demands to know who you were speaking to. "You little shit, who the fuck did you call just now?!"

Leo's grip tightens on the phone, his knuckles turning white as he abandons the safety of the lair. He sprints through the city streets, his katanas clutched firmly in his hands, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. His typically rational mind battles with a fierce irrationality that arises when it comes to your safety, his possessive instincts triggered to their fullest extent.

When the line gets cut off, Leo's heart pounds in his chest as he races towards your location, his fear and determination propelling him forward. He prays that he arrives in time, that he can shield you from whatever harm may have befallen you in his absence. And when he finally reaches the scene, his breath ragged, he witnesses the sight that both enrages and terrifies him.

One of the thugs grips your wrist roughly, his hold leaving a bruise on your delicate skin, a visual reminder of the danger that almost consumed you. The fury within Leo surges to the surface as he unleashes his katana, hurling it towards the thug with a precision that pins his hand to the ground. A guttural scream of pain pierces the air, a stark contrast to the thugs' earlier smirks.

Leo's gaze sweeps over the remaining thugs, who flee in horror and fright, their bodies trembling as they witness the imposing figure of a towering mutant descending upon them. He stands tall above the man with the pierced hand, his figure blending with the darkness of the alleyway.

Pulling his katana from the thug's hand, Leo wipes the blood away on the man's shirt with a dismissive tsk. His attention shifts, his thoughts consuming his mind as he strides towards you, his gaze unwavering and filled with an intensity that can only be described as an obsession.

You stand there, a bewildered and innocent figure, your confusion etched on your face as you rub your sore wrist. The bruise stands out against your pale skin, a painful reminder of the danger you unknowingly faced. Leo's hands, usually so lethal and powerful, cradle your wrist with a gentleness that surprises you, his touch a mixture of apology and protection.

"It hurts," you murmur, the pain evident in your voice, and Leo's features soften with empathy. "Sorry," he whispers, his voice filled with regret as he continues to gaze at you, his mind filled with swirling thoughts and emotions.

In that moment of silence, his possessive instincts collide with a deep-seated fear for your safety. He envisions a future where you remain within the sanctuary of the lair, shielded from the perils of the outside world. The possessive thoughts swirl in his mind, intertwining with a desire to keep you close, to protect you from any harm that may befall you.

Yet, as his thoughts spiral, your small fingers wrap around one of his, a gesture so simple and innocent that it pierces through his thoughts.

A sigh escapes him, carrying a mix of relief and resolve, as he lifts you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. "Let's go home," he says, his voice tinged with a newfound resolve. With a powerful leap, he carries you away from the dangers of the city.

As Leo cradles you in his arms, his possessive thoughts intensify, mingling with a surge of protectiveness and love. His mind races with irrational yet powerful desires, fueled by the realization of just how vulnerable you are to the dangers of the world.

He wishes to construct a world where he chains you to his side, not out of cruelty, but out of an all-consuming desire to safeguard you. He envisions a life where you will never be out of his sight, where he can watch over you and shield you from the dangers that lurk in the shadows.

As he carries you across rooftops, he gazes down at your fragile form, cradled against his chest, his grip tightening in a controlling gesture. He daydreams about the ways he can make you his, to mark you as his own and ensure that you will never stray from his protection.

With each beat of his heart, Leo's thoughts grow. He can't fathom the idea of you being in harm's way or falling into the clutches of those who would exploit your innocence. How dare those things try to lay their hands on you, when he himself has yet to claim you? The image of you, fragile and defenseless, surrounded by lecherous thugs, ignites a fierce protectiveness within him, bordering on insanity.

The possessive thoughts envelop him, pushing him to the brink of irrationality, but in that moment, he doesn't care. All that matters is that you are his, both body and soul.

～𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

[sketchingstars03]

teehee

re: ink being unhappy w/himself OP YOURE SO REAL FOR THAT??! he would at least feel an undercurrent of disappointment towards themself ykyk. like comyet herself did say that ink's entire existence is basically him lying to himself and everyone else. and that canonically that mf doesn't need to eat sleep drink etc and if he does it's pretend yk. them doing all that just to blend in and have a sense of belongingdjfkjgdhjbgJSDG the fact that they doesn't even really tell his dads about his condition (but the guy does hint towards it). going feral going insane rn.

I don’t actually remember if Ink has canonically told their dads about their soullessness or not. Maybe they have at some point and Comyet just hasn’t mentioned it yet (or maybe I’m missing a post. Smh I’m a fake Ink fan 😔 /silly).

I also am not sure if Ink’s “lying” about his soulless nature is intentional or not. I mean, it’s true that he’s pretending to have a soul and trying to act like how most monsters with souls do when that doesn’t come naturally to him, but idk if he’s trying to keep the fact he doesn’t have one explicitly hidden, like it’s a secret they don’t want anyone to know. Though lying by omission is still lying (though not maliciously, like some fanon interpretations would believe), and there was that bit about how they find not having a soul useful for fights where the enemy doesn’t know that fact.

Either way it’s very cool and interesting. Ink obscures so much of himself underneath the surface,, intentionally or not, including hiding that unhappiness with his current self underneath a cocky and confident image. Perhaps an image of how he wishes he viewed himself? But that’s just speculation 😅 a GAME SPECULATIO*gets shot with 3billionmillion gaster blasters*

[nerevarswritingstuff]

TIaF Edits Teaser - Chapter 19

“You are just like Fengshe,” he mutters under his breath. “Nonetheless, it… was something made in haste. One that—admittedly—I do not look back on fondly…” Unsure of how else to end the conversation, he gestures for you to follow.

Fengshe?

“Who’s that?” You ask, following him through what looks like a more residential area, with fewer shops and more houses.

“Mm?” He takes you to a large stone wall that has certainly seen better days.

“Fengshe. You said I’m just like him.”

“In certain ways, yes,” he grumbles. “Fengshe is Mother Lihua’s son. Through technicality, because of his relation to Monkey King—he’s my uncle, despite him being close to my age, give or take a century or two.” He rolls his eyes in annoyance. “Likes to call me little brother to confuse everyone we meet… annoying.”

…

Miss Lihua has another son???

How deep does this shit go? Now you’re curious how this Fengshe character acts, and if Wukong knows anything about him—or Six-Eared Macaque.

[surielbonecarver]

In defense of Tamlin

I never really had the chance to like tamlin because the person who recommended acotar to me told me not to get attached to him, so I was riding the tamlin hate train until acowar. After I finished acosf, however, I started to reevaluate how I felt about pretty much all of the characters because I started to realize my feelings about some characters was influenced by semi-spoilers and after I finally caught up on the series I noticed my interpretation of the story was different then what I'd been told.

Once I realized that, I quickly got off the tamlin hate train and am currently (affectionately) riding the Rhys hate train lmao. (Affectionately, because, at the end of the day, I'm a bat boy stan, but I acknowledge that Rhys is kind of a pos too).

Tbh I still don't feel one way or another about tamlin (I'm not into blonds, sry), but it's a little wild to me how many people jump on hating him when objectively (subjectively) he really doesn't do anything. At least, imo he doesn't do anything to warrent all the hate. The hate he gets seems so wildly inflated compared to what he did, imo. Same with Nesta, actually. People treat them like they're the worst villains in fictional history, and???? To me, Nesta is a bully at worst (not to say bullies aren't bad, but people act like Nesta tossed Nyx off Ramiel or something). And Tamlin, most everything he does *from his point of view* makes sense to me. Not to excuse his behavior, but I find myself wondering if I would've done any different.

Like how people jump to defend Rhys for withholding information about Feyre's pregnancy. Tbh, if I were Rhys, I think I might've done the same thing. And when Tamlin joined forces with Hybern to get Feyre back...

Keep in mind that Rhys has played the villain for 500 years. For the last 50 years, he made everyone believe he was willingly working for Amarantha, killing and torturing innocence. (He literally put a severed head in Tamlin's garden in book 1 both to antagonize and warn him). That is the Rhys Tamlin knows. Tamlin has known Rhys as a villain for 500 years, but Feyre has known Rhys for what... 2 years? 3?? And Rhys showed a very different side of himself to Feyre. So Tamlin and Lucien believing that Feyre was kidnapped and mind controlled/manipulated by Rhys when that's what Rhys has been doing for 500 years is valid. When I look at it that way, Tamlin being willing to team up with his enemy to rescue someone (he loves) he believes to be in danger isn't *that* bad. And I probably would've done the same, if I'm being honest. Rhys has definitely done much worse.

Tamlin teamed up with Hybern to rescue Feyre. Feyre destroyed the Spring Court... because Tamlin tried to rescue her???? Rhys has mind controlled people to do things they wouldn't normally do (Feyre has, too), and Tamlin *knows* this. So ofc Tamlin is reasonably confused and concerned when Feyre (who had been riding the Rhys hate train pretty hard), all of a sudden writes him a letter saying "I'm in the night court with Rhysie~ I'm doing just fine so you don't have to come get me~ teehee~ ✨️". Let's also not forget that from Tamlin's pov, he doesn't know that Rhys has been teaching Feyre to read and write, so receiving a letter from "Feyre" was probably highly suspicious.

Tamlin also being over protective and overbearing to Feyre after under the mountain makes sense. *She* was his trauma. He forsaked his land and people to send Feyre back home and to protect her, but she came back and *died*. He lost her, and he doesn't want to go through that again. Obviously, as someone from the outside looking in, I think what he did was wrong. However, if I look at everything that happened from his point of view, he never had any malicious intent and did everything out of a want to protect Feyre. This ended up being a detriment to her mental, physical, and emotional well-being and ultimately drove her away, though.

It's like I sometimes say: sometimes you're not the one that's best equipped to help. Tamlin wanted to help Feyre, but he just wasn't the one. And trying to be the one only made things worse. (That and very poor writing/recons, but that is a different story).

Besides locking her up (seriously, I felt my heart crack a little at that part), I genuinely wonder if I would've done any different. I'd like to think I would've communicated with Feyre better and tried to help her through her trauma, but again that's outside looking in and I don't have 50-500+ years of trauma clouding my judgment.

Tamlin is the type to hope that his trauma will disappear with time (technically, a lot of characters are like this too, but this isn't about them). And going back to what I said about Feyre being Tamlin's trauma (or a very big part of it, at least), you see that's exactly what he did. He ignored the warnings and the triggers and hoped that it would eventually all go away/get better with time. And when you look at it like that, how many of us can really point fingers at him? I know a lot of people who ignore their problems and hope that they'll eventually go away. In that regard, do some people hate tamlin because his red flags are similar to their own, but they just don't want to admit it?

After Feyre dismantles the Spring Court, that's when Tamlin realizes that Feyre wasn't being manipulated by Rhys and that she was with him because she wanted to be. So his feelings turned sour as he felt she'd betrayed him. Which, again, considering Rhys *purposefully* played the villain for 500+ years, that's not a wholly unusual conclusion to come to.

Anyway, tl;dr tamlin ain't so bad

[brisskwinds]

👁DON'T TOUCH MY RIGHT HAND👁

Another vocaloid-inspired fursona variant joints the pile! Based off of psi by r-906, original miku module for psi is by hakyu!

Come closer I am a normal absol and definitely do not have malicious intent teehee

[friendball-irl]

You are forgiven.

Strike one, though.

I'm eating popcorn rn watching you take pinpoint everyone's location and caring for them

very fun to watch

-@water-pokemon-appreciator

When you have to chase a dragon that can go at jet engine speed you learn some tricks along the way.

[ginger-hades]

Devastating I think the posts I edited didn't tag you in them but it's fine that just means I'll have to tag you in new ones later teehee >:3 (malicious intent)

Oh I've heard your calls alright!! and they're only getting louder...