#this was such a cool concept anon. thank you for sending it.

[krikeymate]

About the chosen one… I don’t think they’d let Tara take the pictures herself. She would have to let them take them. It’s too easy to edit stuff, so her sending pictures of herself doesn’t prove anything. But let’s go into two different scenarios… they take the pictures and they get published in a way Tara didn’t expect, so Sam finds out. How would Sam react to that?

OR Sam, being the overprotective sister she is, knows something‘s up. Tara‘s acting weird-er. She’s more jumpy. Whenever Sam tries to talk to her about it, she deflects. So Sam starts to follow her around. Tara goes out to the meeting where they want to take the pictures. She watches someone hand Tara an envelope. Tara briefly checks it. There’s a lot of money in it. Sam‘s almost ready to intervene right there, but she needs more information. They lead Tara into an old, abandoned building. There are more people in there, so it’s a bit difficult for Sam to get in undetected. But when she gets in, she finds Tara, in the process of undressing in front of all these strangers who stare at her sister like she’s the last drop of water in an endless dessert - and they have cameras and phones in their hands. Tara looks soooo uncomfortable, but she seems to be doing it willingly. No one’s pointing a weapon at her or anything. What the fuck is going on here? Sam is angry. Angry at these people. Angry at her sister for doing whatever she’s doing. They will definitely need to have a long conversation about this. But first she needs to get her sister out of here. She jumps in, ready to kill or at least severely hurt whoever gets in the way of her getting Tara out of that situation. (No one gets in her way. They part like the sea for Israel when they spot her, staring at her in absolute awe.)

Previous. Why can't it be both?!

She accepts some money and they take some photos on their phones back in their dorm rooms. The photos get published online, on their weird little forum. Tara tries not to care. It's not obvious it's her, it's just some wounds, who's going to know, how many people are really going to see? It's not like anyone is going to find out, and she made sure they weren't going to reveal how they got the images, they weren't going to mention her by name. They call it the final girl's wounds and make some weird comments about Jesus and the cross and the wounds he bore. But people do find out, because Mindy stalks those sites sometimes, and Sam finds out because Kirby is watching those forums too.

They have a family meeting, Sam is focused on promising Tara that they'll get them taken down. She's so mad that these freaks are getting pervy about her sister, that they're pretending they have 'nudes' of her. Kirby swears she'll do everything she can to shut it down. The photos aren't very high res, the camerawork is shaky, but they do seem kinda accurate, Sam thinks. It makes her a little suspicious. Tara's reaction is what really makes her rethink the situation. She expected her sister to be upset, to rage, but she just sits there fidgeting and the picture of uncomfortable. It makes her wonder if Tara hadn't taken the pictures herself and... sent them to a boy, maybe. It can't be Chad that leaked them, he's furious, and she trusts him not to do something like that. And these wounds... they're not- that one there is new, it's barely healed... these pictures were taken recently. But if Tara's been sending pictures of herself to someone...

Sam thinks Tara might be cheating on Chad, and begins to watch her closer, waiting for the right moment to catch her in the act and confront her, to make her cut it out before people get really hurt.

The boys offer Tara more money, triple this time, to get photos taken professionally. There's been so much interest, they say! Same rules as before, they'll keep her name out of it, her face will remain obscured. All she has to do is stand there and look pretty for the camera. Sam just got fired from one of her jobs, how can she say no?

So Tara gets to the location and she expects it to just be the three of them, but there are more people there than expected. She didn't expect this many people, why are there this many people?

Sam's been following Tara, and she has to resist the urge to scream where the hell are you going as she walks down a street she has no business walking down. It's not the kind of place a young girl should be going. She watches her meet... two boys, what? Then they hand her something... Sam can't see what it is. She catches the glint of the white envelope as Tara stores it in her bag. Sam isn't sure what's happening, but she knows she doesn't like it one bit. She's beginning to suspect that something worse than cheating might be happening, she's beginning to think it might be drug related.

Sam sneaks up to peer through a window and is captivated (derogatory) by what she sees. Tara is taking her shirt off in front of half a dozen boys with cameras. Her baby sister looks so uncomfortable, but there are no weapons, no yelling or crowding her, she even hears one of the boys ask her if she's ok, if she wants to continue, when she pauses for a moment. Tara's doing this willingly.

What the fuck is going on here?

She's so angry, she almost thinks she might be sick. What the hell is Tara doing, what the hell are these boys taking pictures of her for?! There's a part of her brain that tells her she needs to calm down, to think rationally. A larger part of it has her already storming through the door towards her half-naked sister.

Tara looks horrified, and a little afraid, as Sam stomps up to her and forcefully shoves her shirt back on. "What the fuck is going on here?" she demands to the room, eyes swivelling to the boys when Tara fails to answer her.

Only one is brave enough to respond, the rest whispering, in awe and fear at her presence. "Nothing weird! I promise, it's just photography, for our blog! Her face will be hidden, we're only interested in her scars."

"Nothing... weird," Sam repeats, staring at him in disgust. Her hand never leaves Tara's forearm. "It's not like she's not getting anything out of it," he explains, "we paid for the pictures!"

"PAID?" Sam growls, turning back to her sister. Tara flinches, eyes stuck to the ground. "What were you thinking?" she demands. "I was thinking we need the fucking money, Sam!" Tara cuts back, embarrassed and frustrated.

"The- get out." She tells the boys to leave. It's not a request. "But what about-" one tries to interject. "You'll leave now or I'll give you some scars to take pictures of," Sam threatens. They leave. The brave boy lingers in the doorway, he feels guilty. "Are you going to be ok?" he asks Tara, concerned to leave her with her angry 'psycho' sister.

Tara sighs, running a hand through her hair. "It's fine David, I'll see you in class."

"Class?! He's a fucking classmate?!"

"Would you rather he was a fucking stranger?"

"I would rather you weren't doing this at all! Why would you do this?"

"We need the money, Sam. You can't- you're so tired all the time, and I know the pizzeria just fired you and I just... I just want to help."

Sam pulls her sister into her arms, clutching at the back of her head. "You never need to worry about something like this, ok? And you definitely never need to resort to selling yourself, do you hear me?" Sam thinks of her teenage years, of the times she slept with someone for just another hit, of the times she used herself as currency. Tara will never go through something like that.

"But-" "No." "I-" "Tara."

Tara sighs, whispers ok into Sam's shoulder and relaxes in her grip.

"How much did those losers pay for those pictures anyway?"

"5k."

"How much?!"

[dark-moonlust]

Hi there, this is my first time sending an ask.

I was wondering if could you do a bear hybrid x fem reader. I really love the concept of a bear hybrid but there's not really a lot of stuff on that.

Thank you, your avid reader

Sure thing anon! I hope this is to your liking! 🖤🥂 Happy reading!

Claimed by the Bear Hybrid

Pairing: bear hybrid x f!human reader

Summary: you are strolling the woods when you meet a bear hybrid who claims you as his.

Warnings: minors don’t interact, 18++!!!, slightly non-con, oral (f!receiving), big 🍆, p in v, lots of 💦.

I've written a second part for this one and you can find it here.

“You’re mine now,” the creature rumbled, deep and commanding. 

You forgot how to breathe, your heart stuttering at the sight of the bear hybrid before you. Standing on his two back feet, the massive hybrid towered over you, making it impossible for you to escape. The creature had the build of a very big and muscled man, but his dark fur, size and strength were unmistakably bear-like. 

Not to mention that between his legs hung the most glorious cock you’d ever seen. It was as thick as your forearms and long, longer than seven inches—with the angry red head leaking moisture. Two heavy, hairy balls hung from between his thighs, throbbing visibly. An involuntary shiver traveled through you, not at all fearful. He grunted and shifted, his nose smelling the air. Then his eyes, they were completely dark, fixed on you with a hunger that brought back the fear inside you.

Oh, how foolish you had been thinking that a stroll in the woods would be harmless. You were alone with an apex predator in his own habitat, and he was about to devour you, oh the irony… the forest was dense and filled with the sounds of nature and the chirping of birds. It was such a beautiful morning, so unlike your fate.  

“Pl—please… I won’t hurt you,” you uttered, terrified out of your wits. “Let me go and—”

“Never!” he rasped powerfully. “You. Are. Mine.”

You barely had time to react before he closed in on you, his huge body dwarfing yours. He was three heads taller than you and that much heavier. A strong hand grasped you as he scooped you up, hanging you over his shoulder. Paralyzed, you shouted and writhed, but no help came as he carried you effortlessly toward his cave. 

Once inside his lair, cool air welcomed you to a bed of soft furs. His eyes never left yours as he climbed on the massive bed beside you, his hands gripping your ankles, strong enough but careful not to bruise you. You couldn’t escape. Tears flew down your cheeks as he ripped your clothes apart, his sharp claws removing every layer until you lay completely exposed before him. 

“Shhhh…” his voice was soothing. “I will not harm you, little human. You are my mate.”

“Nnn…no.” Embarrassed, you crossed your hands in front of your breasts. “This can’t be! We can’t—”

“You are mine,” he repeated stubbornly. “You tremble and leak nectar for me.”

To prove his point, he spread open your legs, exposing the soaked slit of your pussy. Your plump folds glistened with arousal, and you flushed at the sight. You’d refused to accept what your instinct was telling you, but there was no mistaking it now; the hybrid didn’t want to kill you; he wanted to fuck you. And for some strange reason that made you ever wetter, your heart beating frantically.

Your breath hitched when you felt his callused fingers brushing along your chest. You protested, but his strength was great, and he drew your arms apart, exposing your breasts to him. Big hands cradled each breast, thumbs skimming over your nipples until they turned into hard little buds. You whimpered, tears in your eyes, because each stroke felt good, awakening a mix of fear and arousal. You could feel his strength, his raw power, and it both thrilled and scared you. 

“Pretty and soft,” the hybrid muttered as he massaged your mounds and caressed your nipples. “Such roundness.”

It was at that moment that you realized you had arched your back to offer more of yourself to him. He took this chance eagerly and bent down to engulf the entirety of one tit in his mouth. The suction was warm and wet, his tongue rough and textured as it circled your nipple. Lips quivering, you shivered as he stroked and suckled, crying out softly when he alternated to the other mound. 

Strong hands moved to your hips, gripping them firmly as he lowered his head between your thighs. He inhaled your pussy, then breathed over it. You shivered all over, especially when his tongue flicked out, licking up and down your folds before delving inside. You jolted at the electric sensation, long moans escaping you as his rough tongue fucked you with primal thrusts. He ate you out, his growls vibrating against your pussy. Hands gripping the sheets, you rocked against him, hips arching toward his mouth. 

“Such a soft little cunt; it tastes so sweet, better than honey,” he murmured, tongue spearing your pussy. 

“Pl-please,” you whispered, barely able to form the words and unsure of what you were begging for. To stop? To keep going? You were so pleasure-hazed that you had no idea what to do. 

He chuckled. “You’ll get more, mate.”

Hands gripping your ass, he brought you closer to his face, spreading your folds as he continued his sweet torment. His snout caressed your clit and you bucked against him, your moans filling the cave and echoing off the walls. Your orgasm tore through you, strong and blissful, surging from your head to your toes, and despite your violent thrashing, his tongue still drove inside you, devouring every drop of your release.

Head falling back against the bed, you opened your legs obscenely, offering your pussy to him. He licked you fiercely, then your inner thighs, then up your belly and your breasts. You whined when you felt the heavy weight of something warm and leaky against your fluttering cunt. You looked down and gasped; your ankles were hooked over his broad shoulders and he was rubbing his cock against your slit, his thick girth looking inhumanly big in contrast to your small pussy.  

“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” he growled, his hands caressing your inner thighs. “You’re my mate, and I will claim you.”

“Stop— you’re too big—”

But it was too late. A soft hitch of breath left you when he pushed the cockhead inside. It parted your moist pussy lips and drove inside, inch by inch. You whimpered at the stretch, yet his fullness invaded you without discomfort, bottoming out inside you as his balls squeezed against your bum.

You’d done it. You’d taken him. Wow… 

Your thoughts faded when he started moving inside you. Holding your tiny waist in his big hairy hands, he pumped powerfully inside you, watching as his dick spread your lips, then came out covered with your juices. You gripped his arms for dear life, your nails digging into his thick skin. He liked it because he fucked you faster and deeper, each thrust driving you higher and higher. 

“Yes, only my mate can take me,” he growled, his cock making your belly bulge. “I’m going to fill you up, claim you, make you mine.”

The bed creaked from his thrusts, your tits bouncing. He licked them up, suckled them in his mouth as he pounded into you, the plap-plap of skin slapping against skin obscenely wet and lewd. Your cries mingled with his grunts of pleasure, your walls clenching and unclenching around his cock as a second orgasm overwhelmed you. He kept fucking you and followed right after with a feral roar, filling you up with buckets of his cum. He pumped for minutes, over and over, until he had marked you with his seed. 

Breathless and spent, you couldn’t help but collapse into the sheets that smelled like musk and earth. Your body still tingled from the intensity of your union, your legs weak. You couldn’t believe what had happened. You’d heard of many cases of interspecies mating, and now it had happened to you as well. This bear hybrid was your mate. Your soulmate. He’d claimed you, bathed you in his seed. And even if your bond was unusual and fresh, you felt like being truly home.

“You’re mine, all mine,” he murmured, nuzzling your neck, his breath warm against your skin. 

[thegnomelord]

oh my lord... mentioning merfolk finally pushed me into sending in an ask for you, so hai!

im a huge marine bio nerd and i could probably ramble about that kinda stuff for awhile so im gonna keep it shorter and stick to sharks, aka my favorite species... i apologize for the very long ramble incoming

id imagine that the kind of shark makes merfolk vary heavily - you have smaller, less aggressive sharks (bamboo sharks, nurse sharks, leopard sharks), then you have dogfish which are aggressive small schooling sharks (that actually have venom from what i remember), and the big bois that are mean like bull sharks, oceanic whitetip sharks, great whites, ect. also you have basking sharks and whale sharks which are big ass chill lads. as much as i love them having a tail instead of legs, i think there'd be two "forms" of merperson, one with legs and a tail and one with just the tail. im mainly referring to the ones with legs and tails when i talk about them

like i was saying, the kind of shark species a merperson (or mershark, ill start calling them that) makes them differ between general personality, strength, size, ect ect. bigger sharks are more popular due to their strength, aggression, and speed, making them very useful in the military. smaller guys also have their advantages - its just that a bull mershark would have a much easier time in the military compared to a lemon mershark. although bigger lads are definitely more of a pain in the ass to work with if they grew up in the ocean over on land, cause i like to think most mershark (and merfolk in general) prefer living in the ocean. smaller sharks are easier to control, as they tend to be less prideful and stubborn compared to the bigger species. oceanic whitetip would be especially bad due to their aggression and pride, they're probably the most aggressive species of shark in the ocean

then when it comes to mating/courtship rituals... they don't do any of the fancy things like a werewolf, harpy, or dragon, they're rather direct. sharks in the wild don't court, typically when they meet another shark of the opposite gender they mate due to how rarely they meet other sharks, although mersharks would probably have small courtship rituals. it's pretty simple, just spending more time around who they want to court. i also think it'd be really cute if they gave the person they were courting a shark tooth of theirs that fell off as a memento of sorts. when it comes to mating, male sharks bite as a ritual. not as hard as they'd bite prey, but definitely enough to leave scars. shark mating is pretty rough, but mersharks would probably tone it back a little bit, though there will be times when their instincts slip.

mershark are also oblivious as fuck to other courting rituals if they grew up in the ocean. almost no shark species really have courting, so they don't have instincts when it comes to someone courting them, and they don't have the same socialization that a mershark that grew up on land would have. i just think mersharks are very interesting and very cool <3

thank you for reading my insane rambling about sharks and sharkpeople... once again, sorry for the long ramble, but i had to share my thoughts

Oh god anon this is some GOOD SOUP and as a fellow animal nerd I absolutely love hearing weird animal facts and all I can imagine is just Ghost and Sharkmer reader being absolute idiots lol :D

CW: NSFW at the end, short and quick bc brain isn't braining but this concept of your anon is so cool!

Like Ghost initially thinking all monster courting rituals are complicated as fuck, and the info he finds on the internet doesn't help one bit. And you, having grown up in the ocean, have no fucking clue he's trying to court you in some convoluted way.

You'll spend days just existing next to him, or very gently nibbling on his fingers, which, in your mind, makes it very clear you want to mate, but all Ghost thinks is that you want to eat him. And the next thing you know he's shoving an energy bar into your mouth and walking away and you're left confused.

And Ghost, bless the poor fool's soul, eventually gets lured into the waters by your sparkling eyes and wide grin of sharp teeth. The same teeth bite down on every piece of his skin, not enough to actually hurt him, but your teeth marks litter his thighs, his ass, all across his chest and especially around his pecs, from shoulders down to his biceps and anywhere you can reach while you stretch him.

God the sex is one of the best he's ever had, his usually cold body warming up from the proximity of you and the warm waters you're in as you slowly fuck both of your cocks into him, having stretched him open until he was unable to beg between his hiccups. And he's so pretty beneath you, rough groans as he rubs his cock while you move your hips in a slow rhythm, your dicks pushing in and out, in and out, brushing against his prostate until he was close to losing his mind with how you stretched him beyond imagination.

Some of your teeth end up lodged in his shoulder, and when you finish mating him you tell him to keep them, making them into a necklace he now wears around his neck.

[eluxcastar]

hello hello greetings! could i request a vampire reader x harbingers who offers to turn them into a vampire as well (how romantic to offer the concept of *forever* to their lover), its got the whole package of night vision/ immortality/ super strength/ speed/ etc etc but they'd lose the ability to use visions/delusions cause they're technically gonna be "dead" would the harbingers except or decline 👀👀 (excluding pulcinella and pierro)

Harbingers with a Vampire s/o

── ୨୧：harbingers x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: just me being absolutely off my head again talking about the harbingers' opinions on vampirehood

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, vampire reader

୨୧﹑words :: I shit you not this post is 666 words long what in the My Immortal

anon baby you found my weak spot I'm so normal about this subject (it's my special interest) (sorry) ANYWAY this has been chilling in my inbox for ages, so it's time I finally write it. I started it a while ago but then I got busy and didn't post for a month and now I am suddenly two followers away from 400 so hi hello thank you

anyway back to the request I question the visions and delusions part because Qiqi is a Zombie an uses a cryo vision BUT I'M GONNA GLOSS OVER THAT BECAUSE YEs

Let's go lowest to highest in ranking like I usually do and start with Childe who, imo, would accept on the grounds that it is power and he will take anything to become more powerful even at a detriment to his health and physical condition. Though there is a price, he has accepted prices before and assuming that the pay off is good enough the use of a vision or delusion would be obsolete anyway. That, coupled with his love for you as his motivation is more than enough to sway him in your favour as he can see more to gain than lose from spending eternity by your side.

Arlecchino is a tough one because I can totally see it and it's really hot but Idk if she would. I wanna say yes, but I can also see reasons for no. The Vampire Arlecchino energy wins though because tbh I can see her being willing to make that sacrifice for her lover. I don't see her as fully whipped per se but like she's definitely loyal yk, probably pick you over the Tsaritsa and would want to spend an eternity with you at your behest.

Next is Pantalone. Cool vampire vibes. Someone gave me this wonderful headcanon that he is obsessed with his delusion, and I now love it to death so much that I based a character on it. So tbh yeah, there's benefits in this for him. He gets to be with you and have a little more power at a far lesser detriment. Plus like, you can't convince me this man wouldn't be lowkey into it.

Signora, I'm not sure. She has already lived a long time, and she has a lot of natural power already. Her delusion is what balances her, so I honestly think I'd have to say no. I WANNA SAY YES REALLY BAD BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THERE'S OPPORTUNITY THERE, but I also just don't think so, but like she'll still be with you for a long time.

Sandrone, I honestly don't know either, because I don't know much from the two words she's spoken. If I remember, she doesn't care for other people, though, so she's likely very in love with anyone who managed to break through that and may be willing to make sacrifices for you.

For Scaramouche- well, bro is an artificial human, so tbh, I don't even think he would be affected by that. I'll skip him too.

Next would be Pulcinella, but I was told no Pulcinella, so Capitano (I almost forgot him send help). I like the abyssal creature Capitano headcanon, but even if he was just, a guy. I think the answer is no. HE'S WHIPPED AND WOULD DO ANYTHING BUT NOT THIS 😭 at least not at first, but give it a while and I can see it. It'll take time, though.

Columbina is also tricky because she has such entity vibes, but like also, seraph/vampire pairing would be so hot I can't even deny that. I should write that. Anyway, I feel like she's already immortal, so that doesn't matter, and she is indifferent to the power you offer. It's a matter of it not holding value. She has everything she could get out of it already.

Finally, we come to Dottore. Dottore is into it, don't lie, you know he is; this man is freaky. He'd enjoy the prospect of being a Vampire more than the perks of it, and that's enough to convince him. Besides it's 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 so he gets to excuse it. He couldn't turn it down even if it was just one of his segments because he's got to know what it's like and all the differences. He collects knowledge.

This was way more chaotic than usual 💀 Idk if I will write more like this but I did enjoy it so maybe, depends if y'all like this or my other styles more. I just like the chilled out casual chaos sometimes so lmk

[kaylaz-world-00]

Anon: Hi! I looked up and saw that you're writing for Bullfrog from Captain Laserhawk! Can I request an enemies to lovers oneshot with bullfrog, Like the reader is working with the government of Eden so they're against them. And they are fighting in a roof and in a moment they stare in each other's eyes before the reader jumps away flustered. Can you keep it as Gender-natural/female? Sorry if it's confusing (English is not my first language-), you can ignore this if you want :)

A/N: Aww, an enemies to lovers one-shot? Cool. But it's a really big deal to write because of the concept and build up so... I dunno if I can work with this scenerio in one go lol. I'll try to work it out for you :)

This also might not be what you asked for. But I like it 0w0. Hope you will too!

Bullfrog x h!reader

Warnings: lots of blood, violence, etc.

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Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Do you know what it means to come face to face with death? Or how dangerous is a moment of distraction?

The dead bodies of their friends lay along the corridor. There was no one around, just you and him. It was as if time had stopped for the two of you. You were alert, you were tense. Your gun was pointed right at him. You were both waiting for the other one's move. Yes... but why aren't you moving yet? You can shoot straight his head. Easy kill... But you saw what he was capable of with your own eyes. He can literally doge bullets. But he looks a bit tired with how heavily he brraths... Maybe you have a chance to get him this time. But... why hasn't he moved yet? Maybe he was waiting for the same reason as you. Which you don't know what.

Your eyes were on his honey colored ones, what was surprising was that there was no hatred or aggression. He was just doing his job, like you. But you could sense the hatred towards Eden underneath his hidden emotions and expressions, like burning flames of fire.

Just for a second, just a second, you were distracted by the voices of other soldiers behind you. This shouldn't happened. But you did, when you turned your eyes back to him again, you were face to face, your eyes widen. He was so close you could see his blade glisten in the light, you could feel his heavhy breathing, mere seconds before you are sliced under his blades like nothing just like them. Oh, no, you are not going to die today. You refuse. Especially against him. You acted in an unexpected manner maybe instincs or maybe just hate and held your hand up so the knife could stab your hand instead of your head. You both lost your balance and fell to the ground. Unfortunatally you lost the grip of your gun, it scattered away.

You grunt, gritting your teeth, stubborn to not show any weakness. His knife forced even deeper in your palm. He was on top of you, gaving him the upper hand, but not today you refused to die. He tried to apply more pressure and force the knife in your throat, but you didn't let him and force back. You didn't even want to talk about how much it hurted. How much it damaged your ego. He only pressure one hand to cause you to fall? Only in one move? While you were trying to push him with both hands? You can't let this happen. You didn't care about the blood flowing from your hand to your chest. Neither of you took your eyes off each other even for a second. Yours full of venom. And his... had something you can't quite put your finger on. You didn't cared at the moment anyway.

He raised the knife in his other hand and tried to stab you once again head again. Is all the assassins this stubborn to kill? You blocked it with your other hand, you held it in a scream. Blood was flowing from both of your hands and to the ground, his bloody knives almost pressing on your skin. You were pushing him with all the energy you could muster, but you were losing. In that moment his knifes pressed dangeriously close to your skin, hou saw something in his eyes, it flashed only for a second. Sadness? Sympathy? Regret? You didn't know, but it left as quickly as it came.

But something happend you were quite confuse about... he stopped trying to force his blades in. But he didn't stop using pressure to let you escape. "You are a good opponent, madame. S'il te plaît, pardonne-moi. But I need to do my job."

With his words your face hardened. You spatted out, hatred boiling inside you, "I'll drag you to deepest pits of hell with me."

He seemed caught of guard but not too surprised with what you said. He couldn't help but slip a sad smile. But before he could do anything else, his attention forcefully pulled at your fellow soldiers that came crashing in and opened fire. His expression changed to something you can finally understand. Something serious, with a bit of an annoyance and exhustion. You can still see his sharp and focused eyes staring dagres at your probably soon gonna be corpe friends.

You tried to not scream in pain as he pulled his knives off of your hands. By the way, they almost shot you in their fire, what a friend! In your pain you quickly rolled and escaped, while he was already on his way, looking like a fierce sharp bullet on his own as he dodged and sliced their fires. He was like a killing machine. He was the type you hated the most. The type that knows what they are doing but don't even have a clue. Eden teached you everything you need to know. Show you things only they can. Helped you while you had no one else to do so. And you are not gonna let a frog get in your way for your progress. If you were good enough you could be on the top, finally living your life, your dreams with working with Eden's best soldiers. You are not gonna give up your loyalty, and you are most definetly not gonna give up your dream of helping to change this fucked up world.

You picked up a gun from a dead soldiar and rushed away. Even though you were injuried you will do your job. So, you hide and waited calmly. Your breathing not stable, you lost a lot of blood and your hands were shaking but when you saw him again you are not gonna hessitate to shoot him this time.

And when you did finally saw him he was covered in blood and had a pained face holding his side. He was hardly walking. Perfect. He was about to exist the building from the window but you stopped him. "Halt and raise your hands." You growled. He glance back at you, he seemed to be in no mood, and shook his head, "Leave me alone, madame. I'm not going to fight you. You're injured." What a fucker.

"Too bad. So you are! And I'm not joking."

He observed your shaking hands and unfocused eyes, you were so slightly panthing, "You need intense care and rest. Go back inside." He made a move to turn around but you shot next to the wall near him.

"Maybe, but I will not abonden my job to help a terrorist escape."

His expression soured, "Oui. Of course." He sighed his grip slowly loosning from his side.

You glared and blinked your vision a bit bluring, "Do not make any sudden moves." You breathed deeply. "I am serious I fucking-" Your sentence caught in your throat when your gun went flying off of your hands, before you can even act you find yourself went flying back to the wall, you grunted when your body harshly made contact with it as you hang on it. You glanced up with a hazzy vision seeing a blade grabing you by your clothing, pinning you to the wall.

You huffed in anger and glared at him. He stood panthing, "I'm not fighting with you." And like that he jumped out of the window.

Of course he insist on that. He is injured.

You didn't had any energy in you to free yourself from it as you were left growling in anger, "I hate that frog."

You want to be the one to kill him with your own bare hands.

And you finally got the chance after all that time of waiting your hands to be healed because of that asshole. You gained both in your palm a huge scar because of him. But that just made you pushed your hardest, to even more far past to your limits. Everytime you look down at your hands just made your anger boil harder inside your veins. You never stopped working out even with your arms still hurting, still haven't healed, still flesh. It made the process of them healing harder with every punch you did with them deawing blood everytime. But it was worth it in the end. You know it.

You saw it in his eyes, you knew that you finally win when you pin him to the ground on one of the roofs, that when you kill him you are gonna leave his body to rot and his corpe will be here to be quickly forgotten. But would this actually count as winning? When he gave up and just layed down like that? Staring up at you with nothing but... something you couldn't quite tell. His blood on the cold concrete slowly growing. He is not doing anything, his breath slowly slowing down. And you are not doing anything, only staring down at him, pinning him, a blade in hand, ready to finish.

You wanted to word all your thoughts, pour down all your anger on him, kill him with one move like he did to your friends without any mercy. But you didn't, you couldn't... not after what he told you, all that things about Eden. Not after what he SHOWED you with one of his bubbles.

Why is he showing you mercy now?! How could he even ask you to come to his side?! You were angry, mad... but maybe it wasn't all towards him... You growled and screamed as you sliced your blade in.

Your tears slowly landing on his cold face. You clenched your eyes shut as you slowly let him go.

You shook your head, "All the things I've been told, shown, my believes and hopes.... were just lies." You wiped your tears away.

You reached your hand when his eyes landed to you before giving a good glance at the blade next to his head, forced right through the concrade with good strength.

He took your hand in his and you helped him up. What are you even doing? You don't know anymore. The only thing you were sure of... that you fucking want to kill them all.

"I am not going to say sorry for jumping on you like that, you should have known better before trying to reason with me without fighting back." What he showed you in the end was the final thing for your belifes to crash like a mirror infront of you and scattered away in the breeze like nothing.

He breathlessly laughed clutching his shoulder, "I know but I didn't regret it. And I am happy I didn't."

"Think this as a get back for my hands." You scoffed.

He hissed, "Oui...." his face pained and it wasn't because of his wounds.

You quickly get back to the topic in hand, remembering what he asked you, "I will help. But not to you. I am doing this... for myself. I am not gonna let them ruin this world even more." You glanced at the dark sky.

Bullfrog closed his eyes at that and hummed.

He said something that caught you surpise, "Then will you work with me to save people? Even if it means the people you are working for, the ones you promised to give your life to accusing you for being a terrorist? You don't nececerly need to help me. Help the people in need." He tilted his head.

You stared at him, "Haven't we already agree? The moment I choose to not kill you? Or maybe it was you." You chuckled dryly, "I have been working all my life with wrong people. I will not made the same mistake again. All the kids that suffered because of them, because of me... I'm ready to give up my life if it means to save the kids this time." He softly smiled at that.

You looked away, "I always wanted to die as a hero." You breath out, "I guess I can't be the 'hero' everytime."

He reached out and grabbed your hand, you didn't react, you didn't push him away, but what he said caused you to cleanch his hand back. "What inside you is so pure, mon ami. You will always be the hero. Don't let your hatered blind you."

You chuckled, "So, I've been told countless times from a frog. Looks just like you too."

You both tiredly laugh at that.

You shook your head in disbeliefe. Just a few hours ago you were hating his guts and now... you actually saw who he actually was. And you find it nice. You finally found something in life to be worth to fight for.

"Will you be able to walk back?"

He smirked up at you, "What? I thought you said you didn't care?"

"Forget what I said. I am just returning your kindness. Let me help you. I did this after all."

His eyes softened and his hand loosely gripped your hand back, "I appreciate the help." At that second you find yourself finally understanding what his eyes meant. The countless times he looked at you just the same. Fondness. You don't even remember anyone ever looked at you that way. Your eyes softened for the first time.

[sin-sidejob]

hello ghostJR anon here!!, If you want to of course, can you EHEM- got me all nervous now uhhh- ghost JR window sex with mc pressed against one of the windows and him just loving the vieww 👀👀

Ghost!JR Scheimpough x GN AFAB Reader

A Haunting Display

warnings: smut, NSFW, minors DNI, p-in-v smut, ghost sex, monsterfucking I guess?? Specter sex?? Heh. Anyways, porn. AFAB Reader who wears a dress and has "tits", non-descript. Use of pet names and terms of endearment such as baby, pretty little thing, peach, and bunny. Here, he's a mid-century man and speaks + fucks like it

contents: smut, against a window smut, it’s just smut and you fuck a smarmy ghost. Can I tell you it’s smut again?? here’s the link to my Halloween fic with ghost JR Scheimpough + here’s the link to the art that started it all from Skoshibuns on Instagram + tag list: @damnitkyla + 💤 anon honorable mentions lol — can be read independently of the work this is based on or together, whatever gets your rocks off length: 2.7k note: anon, I got VERY carried away with the concept — many thanks to you, little sinner ;)

Having a ghostly roommate didn’t turn out so bad, especially now that you have company and companionship and a partner that knows he’s lucky to have you. You’re quite fortunate that JR’s got a tendency to show you just how appreciative and grateful he is for your presence.

Including now, as he interrupted your Sunday cleaning when you tried to wipe down the windows to coming up from behind and helping you make a mess of them.

“What’re you up to here?”

You turn back from where you stand before the upstairs hallway window, spray bottle of glass cleaner in one hand and an old rag in the other.

“Just cleaning! Saw from outside when I got back from work yesterday that the window looked a bit smudged,” smiling up at him, brows raised, face innocent, “just figured I could clean it up before it started to bother me.”

JR hums, noncommittal, and you go back to cleaning the window and humming along to the song stuck in your head idly and moving along as you wipe the glass, hearing the warping noise as you go along.

As you try and clean the bottom half of the floor to ceiling length window, you kneel and send the skirt of your dress pooling around your thighs as you wipe the glass clean, revealing more clarity. By the time you stand after setting down the cleaner and rag, you feel the air shift and know JR’s hovering.

“Hello again.”

About to turn, you feel his cold hands wrap around your waist and settle low on your belly, head near yours. “Hi there.”

You purse your lips and try to look at him from the angle, brows furrowed but amused nonetheless. “What’re you up to? You’re a bit clingy today.”

“What, is there something wrong with holding onto you?” JR sends back, speaking into the skin of your neck and sending a chill up your spine with the icy touch. “Why don’t you take a break so you can warm me up?”

“C’mon JR,” You whine, pouting yourself, “I need to clean, I just got this window done and I should do the others.” His eyes flicker with something you don't necessarily recognize and before you know it, he’s got you against the window, encircled by the chill of the glass and of him.

“Look too good to pass up,” he mutters low and hollow in your ear, “shame that you’ll have to clean this window again.” JR grins brightly into the column of your throat, more felt than seen, while his hands drift to your dress and undo the little button on the side and the tied bow, letting it fall and pool at your ankles and does the same to your panties.

He's stripped you bare before the window, the risk that met the proposed reward fleeting as he smooths a hand down your now bare belly to splay across your mons and lower stomach, rubbing at the flushed skin there and feeling you twitch at the chill he always brings, even to the most heated parts of yourself.

You hiss as your nipples pebble against the cool of the glass, chills raise across your body, standing your hair on edge, biting your lip as he soothes you in soft praise, nearly warmed by it as he cups your sex while you stand bare.

He's clothed this time, not like it matters because if your neighbors walk down the street or stare a bit too hard at the third floor of the house, they'll just get a view of you alone with your tits out and squished against the window pane.

"C'mon baby, let me have a chance to show you off'a little, you know how quiet it can be in this house," JR murmurs, nosing at your jaw and breathing shakily once you mewl as his fingers finally curl in the heat of your cunt, the warmth felt in his spine as yours does, feeding off the fire you produce, licking the flames like he does the sweat off your neck. "There's my pretty thing, cooing all sweet for me, taking my fingers so well. So fuckin' pretty," JR comments, kissing your cheek as the other presses to the glass, watching the puffs of your panting breath fogging the glass.

"JR, p-please," you whine, lifting your leg against the glass a bit for him to get the message, his hand lowering from your waist to curl on the underside of your knee, raising it against the window to expose your cunt to the cool of the air. He whistles when he catches the reflection, spotting the shine of your slick from the smears between your thighs and the way it glosses the puffy lips of your pussy, drenched and gleaming for him all on display.

"Looking mighty fine there peach, wish I had a camera," JR croons as he smooths your hair back to nestle his head on your shoulder, wrapping an arm around your torso to squeeze at your tit while the other slides from your walls with a lewd, resounding squelch that makes you moan aloud, brokenly, allowing JR to watch your throat bob in the reflection.

"Maybe a — ah, fuuck — a-another time, baby," you mutter, rocking your hips back and whining once you feel his erection against your ass, wanting him deep like yesterday, like last year. It's promising, the idea of having him documented and real as he pumps your cunt with abandon, and it sends your belly clenching taut with the concept. JR seems to like your reaction, because he makes a noise of approval, guttural and from deep in his chest, sounding it out in a groan of your name as he presses against your back as he cages you in.

“I’ll hold you to it,” 

He punctuates his words with grinds against your backside, a hand cupping the cleft of your ass cheek to widen between your legs so he can slide himself in the pooling slick of your sex. “God, sound so good — ya’hear that?” 

And how could you not? As JR slicks himself in your arousal, you hear it, lewd and raunchy and utterly debauched as you gush for him, thighs sticky and letting him fluidly shift back and forth, drawing in and out until the cockhead catches at your clit. You nod, unable to not hear how wet you are for him in the quiet of the house. 

“Pretty pussy’s practically cryin’ for me baby, and you didn’t want to take a break,” he chides, pointed teeth precariously draping over vital veins, grazing with mirth rather than malice, “want me to let you go back to cleaning?” 

Shaking your head, you sigh breathily and give a weak “Nuh uh” in disagreement, leaning your weight back onto him with his chest supporting your lax spine, easing the burden of standing as he toys with you like a doll. 

“Gonna’ have to speak up, peach,” JR shoots back, tone of voice making it sound like a suggestion, but even when cock-drunk, you know better, “wanna’ have you earn it, right pretty baby?” 

“Yessir,” you slur, tongue heavy as he drags his cock between your lips and covers the sound of your moan with a hand he brings to your lips from your cunt, saturated in your desire as you swallow it down eagerly, hollowing your cheeks as you peer back at him through the glass at his eyes, nearly translucent beyond the glint in them. It always reminds you that he’s not truly a good man, never was one. 

It’s a good thing you don’t care. And besides, he more than makes up for it in how he lays you down. 

“Wanna’ be good f’you, take everything you give me.” 

“That’s right, such a good little bunny. Now breathe for me, I’ve got you,” he gives as a brief warning, shifting your ass and thigh up so he can lean his cock back to sink it deep into your cunt, slowly bottoming out as he hears your cunt suck him in, taking every inch of him. 

You shudder when you feel him knock at your cervix, fat cockhead rubbing deep enough for you to feel it when you inhale, noting the base of him that never fits anyhow as he rocks back and forth slowly, balls patting at your ass as he speeds up. With one hand pressed in support to the window surface, you lean the other back around his neck to nestle in his hair and tug approvingly when his strokes hit just right. 

“Fuck, right there, give it to me please baby,” you beg outright, uncaring about anything other than cumming around his cock and getting stuffed full, certainly forgetting about the window and the whole voyeur thing JR has going on. However, he hadn’t and fulfills your wishes by snapping his hips faster as requested with a dual purpose, especially since he’s got the attention of that pesky neighbor of yours, the one who can’t seem to get the hint and continues to flirt with you. 

By now, seeing you getting fucked against the glass and literally drooling against it by him, using a little flair to make sure he seems as real as possible and nearly human, and how he fucks the breath and sanity from you, JR assumes that your neighbor will leave you the fuck alone. 

He’d also admit he’s gotten quite a bit closer to cumming from having someone see you as fucked-out as you are when it's all because of him. 

The hand that tugs taut at his hair gets him to focus more of his attention on you instead of grinning through the glass, even if he is pleased as punch. “About to cum?” 

You nod, eyes watery in the weight of overwhelmed tears, lip puffy and slick in your spit from you gnawing on it as you gasp and cry for him as he splits you open on his cock, the sound of him colliding in smacks of his hips against your ass have your lids fluttering even as you try and shift your hips back. 

“That’s it baby, fuck yourself on me, nearly there with’ya,” JR groans, snaking a hand from your waist down to your clit again, collecting some slick where it pools at your lips, raising it back up to roll his fingertips over your bundle of nerves in smooth strokes and start spelling out his name, the full one he’s only whispered to you once you’ve fallen asleep most nights. 

Even though you don’t know what he’s spelling, or even what he’s doing beyond piping you well and sending your belly taut as you feel your orgasm building, clenching around him and hearing him stifle a nearly pained sounding groan against the skin of your shoulder. The nosy neighbor is no longer his concern. Rather, getting you to cum around him as soon as possible becomes the highest goal and his one priority. 

His other hand guides your faltering hips back and forth as he slows his pace to go deeper, kissing at your cervix with his cockhead every time he bottoms out, loving the wet splurching noise your cunt makes every time he slides in and out thoroughly. 

With a few more swipes of your clit, you’re nearly there, mewling incoherent words to him as he fucks you dumb against the window, any thoughts emerging as pants against now-heated glass that fog the surface. “Atta’ babe, m’almost there, just gotta’ give me a second, okay?” 

You coo in response, pleased and a bit drowsy with your eyes half-lidded, tits squished between yourself and the window panes. JR’s grip on your fleshy hip tightens, squeezing the dough of your side in his hand as he rubs at your clit. You’re glad you’ve got him standing you up, your knees had given out long ago. 

“Wanna’ cum, c’mon JR, baby please, fuck, fuck — need it.” 

“Need, oh f-fuck, need wha’ peach?” he falters as your cunt clenches taut, feeling himself nearly cum then and there, getting back to his pace as he kisses at your neck. 

“Need your cum, need it s’bad,” whining, you tell him, shifting your hips back with his guidance as you jut your lip out in a pout, tugging on his hair and eliciting another groan from him. 

The admission gets him going, pinching at your clit as he releases deep into your cunt with a cry of your name, deeply uttered into the salt of your skin. The cool of him within your cunt sends you gushing not a whole moment later, neck craned back as you cry aloud open-mouthed, arching against him as he holds onto you, fucking the both of you through your climaxes in short, stuttery thrusts. 

He weakens after a while, slowing to a stop where he locks his knees back to support you, feeling himself flicker from solid to semi-transparent. JR’s eyes are closed shut, head knelt to your shoulder as if in prayer, meanwhile you’ve got your head leaned atop his, meagerly blinking your eyes open to catch a glimpse of the ceiling. 

You falter, setting your weight onto your own feet before catching yourself and leaning back, letting JR’s hand shift to wrap his arm around your waist, easing you to remain still as his other hand guides his now-soft cock out from you, making him hiss once the air greets him as you whine, clenching around nothing due to his absence. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up then into bed for a nap, peach,” JR suggests, exhaustion lacing his tone as he tucks himself back into his pants before reaching for your clothes on the floor, leaving the cleaning products behind for him to take care of later. It’s the least he can do anyhow. 

You hum, turning around and leaning against his side as he walks you to your bedroom, his shoes clacking against the hardwood as your bare feet softly tread. 

JR eases you into the en suite bathroom so he can wipe you down between your thighs, letting you sit at the edge of the tub as he does so, smiling a tad as he realizes that he finally addresses you here in a nearly similar condition. 

“Doing so well for me, almost done,” he praises, kissing at the swells of your cheeks, his hand cupping your jaw as his thumb smooths over the indent of the glass against your face. He guides you back to bed after, tossing the rag in the dirty clothes bin on the way out as he snags a shirt and a pair of baggy shorts for you, helping you into them and then under the covers. 

JR watches as you nestle into bed, a dopey and freshly-fucked smile upon your face meeting his own, unable to not match the joy you radiate. A beat passes and he goes to leave and let you sleep before you break the silence. 

“So, Hank saw?” 

He blinks, tilting his head and feigning confusion, hiding the bob of his throat.. “Hank?” 

“The neighbor that keeps bothering me that you want to kill, the one who took a good look at my tits while you were plowing me like a workman’s horse,” you offer as you smooth the covers over your waist, curling up against the pillows and staring up at him from where he sits at the edge of the bed. 

He hesitates before muttering out a quiet “maybe” that makes you snicker, nose upturning as you nearly giggle, wriggling deeper into the bed and its comfort. 

“Eh, fuck him. I don’t think he’ll be messing with me anymore.” murmuring, you shut your eyes as you continue to giggle, dark and devilish as you grin against the pillows, peeking at him between little fits of laughter. 

He heads out, fading more and more as he heads to the door, nearly glassy in how the sharpest features are his eyes, glinting beneath his metal-edged frames. JR falters though, lingering by the door as you whisper his name, getting his head to turn just as you smile soft, adoringly, and it nearly breaks his heart how perfect you look in this moment. 

“Thank you JR.” 

He smiles and it wrinkles the lines in his face, making him look like a happier man. 

“Anytime peach.”

[pdpenpals]

happy to have found your blog, love the concept!

could we maybe get a confession letter from pdh!travis? 👉👈

hi!! thank you so much, anon. hope you like the liberties i've taken with this request (you didn't specify what kind of confession it was going to be!! /silly), hehe. you'd wanna hear what this lil guy has to say, but he thinks it may be a little too much.

as expected, there’s another letter waiting for you at the usual spot. sure, it’s exciting, but you can’t help but wonder how fast it takes for your “secret admirer” (as your friends like to put it, even though you insist you're just friends) to send you a reply and leave it without you being able to catch a glimpse of him. maybe you should be scared instead. is it even possible to do that? who would have so much free time on their hands to go through the trouble of this anonymous (sorta) exchange? you two apparently.

the envelope as always is the plain white ones you can easily buy in bulk for cheap. there’s no seal, but you can easily tell it’s been shut tight by glue. you look around and find no one else within the vicinity, so you decide it should be fine to open it and start reading then and there. as usual, it's left unsigned.

My dearest cruel friend,

Re: your last letter, ouch. After how I’ve bared myself to you these past few weeks, that’s how you reply? As someone who’s been in Phoenix Drop longer than I have, I don’t think that’s very “bleeding heart” (I don't think that's the actual word they use but does anyone actually memorize the school's core values??) of you. Just kidding. Sorry.

I still wonder what life would be like if I never transferred to PD. So far acads and socializing have gotten better than expected but never easier. To be honest, what I have now isn’t exactly how I thought my high school experience here would be like. This year, I imagined going out with friends more, maybe even a nightly rendezvous with someone who’s caught my eye, but my words and I are falser than vows made in wine. 

My bad, practice has been way too fun to not quote this year's play. Seriously though…

I say all that, yet here I am, spending more time at school than I should, sticking around for a while longer on campus, checking every other hour for your next letter. Before I knew it, I’d spent the majority of this semester getting to know you. Now I do, and I am sure that there’s no one else like you in this world. I guess you could say I’m absolutely smitten by you.

My friend says I should just go up to you and reveal myself already, and as much as I want to say I don’t think it’s the right time yet, or that I prefer the intimacy of being your faceless penpal (free to quarrel with you all I like in pen without being judged), I’m honestly very very afraid of what you’d think of me when we finally meet face to face. No matter how hard I try, I'll never be like said friend, forward and confident and cool.

It is as clear as day that my fate is sealed.

You’d hate to hear this, but I’ve been meaning to distract myself from our exchange by choosing to hang out more with other people, hence my slower replies. But hear me out when I say that there’ll be this little something about them that makes me think all about you, and then I’ll get upset since they will never be anything like you. So there’s no way for you to tell me that don’t think of you every day.

PS. You’ve probably figured out who I am by now, haven’t you?

[apparently-artless]

What anime has the best school uniforms? 🩷

Hmmm... School uniforms in anime never really caught my attention. But thinking about this, Vampire Knight was the first series that came to mind.

I love that the day class has a dark-colored uniform while the night class has a white-colored uniform. And the design is great, too.

I also asked my sister, and she suggested Yosen High [Murasakibara's school] which is straight up my alley. I guess you could say this style is how I would dress for a smart casual theme [just without the tie]. ^^

And if we are talking ongoing series, I would choose Classroom of the Elite and Ao no Exorcist.

That red and blue combination gets to me since it's one of my favorite color combinations right now. ^^

On the other hand, I love the black uniform of AnE. Even the professor's uniform looks decent, too.

And then there's JJK! I really love the concept that the students can customize their uniforms [since that's what they wear during missions too]. So in a way, it's also considered their battle uniforms.

I especially love Miwa Kasumi's uniform. It's perfect for her technique. (°◡°♡)

And of course, my precious son, Yuuji's [which was customized without being asked by none other than Gojou]. I even bought a jacket in the same style because it's so cool! That red hoodie surprisingly complements his pink hair. (≧◡≦) ♡

The last series that I thought of is D.Gray-man. Although this one is technically not a "school uniform" since it's the organization's uniform. I love how the design of their uniform improves throughout the series but I love most the recent one.

So these are the ones I thought of with your question in mind, anon! Thank you so much for sending this! I had fun thinking of different series to consider. I hope you're having a nice day!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[apopcornkernel]

dick and jason have so many cool parallels especially if jason is a villain it actually makes their relationship more interesting and meaningful. the concept of brothers in blood is so great!!! please tell what you wish was different about this story!!!

hi anon!! thank you for sending me the ask like i begged in that post shfdjshkf

compulsory disclaimer: i like working within the confines of the text, when they aren’t rooted in misconceptions of the characters in the first place. i think pre-flashpoint pre-morrison jason deserves the same treatment and so does dick's view of jason considering all the other extenuating circumstances

ANYWAYS, my main issue with brothers in blood is that jason doesn't seem to have a plan like at ALL. he just shows up and starts killing people...? i i believe that dick's jason event was not fully capitalized on and that jason's character suffers for it. like he never really comes off as a fully threatening rogue, dangerous and cunning in his own right; his main schtick is "needless" violence and that's really it 😭

unlike with bruce and mia, for bruce jason literally engineered a drug coup, he ran circles around batman and taunted him with hints and clues slowly until the revelation of his return (after which bruce goes on a hunt for evidence himself to see if it's true). jason then maneuvered him into an impossible situation where he had to choose between letting jason kill the joker or killing jason to stop him from doing it, wherein jason not only bared his soul and anger and hurt but also pushed bruce to do the same. and when pushed to make the final decision, bruce is panicking. he's shaking, he can't think straight. and when he hits falsely he's completely distraught and i know that it haunts him.

and i think that's the type of psychological anguish jason should always be inflicting onto his opponents!!!! after mia's encounter with jason, she was like this:

and that's after jason dug up her entire history and taunted her about it. and then he blew up her high school.

and guess what happened right before OYL, right before brothers in blood... yeah. devin grayson's trauma speedrun arc which culminated in the entire city of bludhaven being leveled by chemo

i honestly think that jason Would go there. and i think it would've made for a more intense fight, coupled with the resentment dick already displays in the comic! and i think it's a damn shame that brothers in blood flopped in execution when there was a lot of potential in its concept and setup :/

that's also why i don't like teen titans #29. jason comes off as just another jealous guy taking out his daddy issues on a teenager with no thought or regard for anything else but violence. his only semblance of a plan is in incapacitating the titans, and after that he doesn't really think anymore? jason's also unable to get a reaction from tim, like i said. jason is screaming out his feelings and going U REALLY THINK U COULD REPLACE ME???? meanwhile tim is just like: "mm yeah im better than you idgaf". it's really unsatisfying. i expected better from jason and in fact i do not think that he would be emotionally unstable enough to be this careless with tim. his biggest turmoil lies with bruce and even with BRUCE he's cunning. so,,, yeah

[reivrze]

Hey hey heyyyy-

Omg I love ur blog sm 😍-random, ik, but I do rly love it. I love all creators Ngl, the dedication to writing and posting is not something I have 😭.

Anywaysssssss I was wondering if you could do a fanfic/headcannon (u choose) of idol!enhypen and how they would react when their s/o started intensely fangirling over their new concept pics. 99% sure all engenes can relate to that rn 😩.

Oh right….and can I be the 🪷 anon if u do anon claims…?

Thanks smmmmm!

🪷anon

a/n : hiii ! thank you for the kind words, they motivate me so much ♡ ♡. i can definitely relate to ur reqs considering i almost died seeing those concept photos, 100% srs. as for the anon thing, i've put you down as 🪷 anon in my anon list ! anyways, i hope you like the outcome !!

pairing(s): bf!enha/idol!enha × gn!reader genre(s): fluff kinda / headcanons format warning(s): thirsting over enha, this is not proof read, i have no motivation to proof read it, i might do it later

희    ;    heeseung would laugh so hard when he learned from your best friend that you were on the floor, having a meltdown after seeing the concept photos. he had begged for her to send pictures. the people around him giving him weird looks after he bursted out laughing in public. he'd find it even funnier after seeing that he was now your new wallpaper.

제    ;    jay would feel a little embarrased at his pictures but hearing you being a fangirling mess over him would boost his confidence so much, he'd be so thankful that he has you around to remind him constantly that he is hot, sexy, beautiful, amazing, handsome, attractive, pretty, adorable, captivating, sharp, elegant, stylish, every compliment in the dictionary basically.

크  �� ;    jake would get so happy, like he'd have this sheepish smile when he sees that his phone was getting spammed of you going crazy. he'd call you the minute he was available, he'd be laughing and giggling during the whole 3h of call of you just rambling about hot good he looked in his photos.

성    ;    sunghoon would get super confident but also shy? like internally he gets so timid and finds you adorable but on the outside he plays it off as "yeah i'm hot and i know it". it'd be adorable watching him try to keep his cool when inside, he's literally dying from the happiness he gets when he sees you fangirl over him.

선    ;    sunoo is stuck in between fanboying over you fangirling and side-eyeing you. he'd probably try to act annoyed but he can't hide the fact that his ears would become all red and his cheeks a pink tint. he'd his face in the crook of your neck out of embarrassement.

정    ;    jungwon would feel releived to hear that the pictures came out well and that they're good enough to make you nearly faint. he'd been stressed about if the concept would go well and to hear you rant about how attractive the pictures looked would take weight off his shoulder.

니    ;    niki, niki, niki... ah.. this boy would tease you forever, it's a horrible idea to let him know the effect he has on you. he'd film your little meltdown and would never let you live that down. his ego would skyrocket and for the rest of the month, if you ever whined about anything, he'd pull the video out and threaten to send it to his whole contact list.

© miyu 2023 - do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarise my work anywhere !

[sonicblueartist]

Hi! I looked up and saw that you're writing for Bullfrog from Captain Laserhawk! Can I request an enemies to lovers oneshot with bullfrog, Like the reader is working with the government of Eden so they're against them. And they are fighting in a roof and in a moment they stare in each other's eyes before the reader jumps away flustered. Can you keep it as Gender-natural/female? Sorry if it's confusing (English is not my first language-), you can ignore this if you want :)

A/N: Aww, an enemies to lovers one-shot? Cool. But it's a really big deal to write because of the concept and build up so... I dunno if I can work with this scenerio in one go lol. I'll try to work it out for you :)

This also might not be what you asked for. But I like it 0w0. Hope you will too!

Bullfrog x h!reader

Warnings: lots of blood, violence, etc.

Masterlist

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Enemies

The dead bodies of their friends lay along the corridor. There was no one around, just you and him. It was as if time had stopped for the two of you. You were alert, you were tense. Your gun was pointed right at him. You were both waiting for the other one's move. Yes... but why aren't you moving yet? You can shoot straight his head. Easy kill... But you saw what he was capable of with your own eyes. He can literally doge bullets. But he looks a bit tired with how heavily he brraths... Maybe you have a chance to get him this time. But... why hasn't he moved yet? Maybe he was waiting for the same reason as you. Which you don't know what.

Do you know what it means to come face to face with death? Or how dangerous is a moment of distraction?

Your eyes were on his honey colored ones, what was surprising was that there was no hatred or aggression. He was just doing his job, like you. But you could sense the hatred towards Eden underneath his hidden emotions and expressions, like burning flames of fire.

Just for a second, just a second, you were distracted by the voices of other soldiers behind you. This shouldn't happened. But you did, when you turned your eyes back to him again, you were face to face, your eyes widen. He was so close you could see his blade glisten in the light, you could feel his heavhy breathing, mere seconds before you are sliced under his blades like nothing just like them. Oh, no, you are not going to die today. You refuse. Especially against him. You acted in an unexpected manner maybe instincs or maybe just hate and held your hand up so the knife could stab your hand instead of your head. You both lost your balance and fell to the ground. Unfortunatally you lost the grip of your gun, it scattered away.

You grunt, gritting your teeth, stubborn to not show any weakness. His knife forced even deeper in your palm. He was on top of you, gaving him the upper hand, but not today you refused to die. He tried to apply more pressure and force the knife in your throat, but you didn't let him and force back. You didn't even want to talk about how much it hurted. How much it damaged your ego. He only pressure one hand to cause you to fall? Only in one move? While you were trying to push him with both hands? You can't let this happen. You didn't care about the blood flowing from your hand to your chest. Neither of you took your eyes off each other even for a second. Yours full of venom. And his... had something you can't quite put your finger on. You didn't cared at the moment anyway.

He raised the knife in his other hand and tried to stab you once again head again. Is all the assassins this stubborn to kill? You blocked it with your other hand, you held it in a scream. Blood was flowing from both of your hands and to the ground, his bloody knives almost pressing on your skin. You were pushing him with all the energy you could muster, but you were losing. In that moment his knifes pressed dangeriously close to your skin, hou saw something in his eyes, it flashed only for a second. Sadness? Sympathy? Regret? You didn't know, but it left as quickly as it came.

But something happend you were quite confuse about... he stopped trying to force his blades in. But he didn't stop using pressure to let you escape. "You are a good opponent, madame. S'il te plaît, pardonne-moi. But I need to do my job."

With his words your face hardened. You spatted out, hatred boiling inside you, "I'll drag you to deepest pits of hell with me."

He seemed caught of guard but not too surprised with what you said. He couldn't help but slip a sad smile. But before he could do anything else, his attention forcefully pulled at your fellow soldiers that came crashing in and opened fire. His expression changed to something you can finally understand. Something serious, with a bit of an annoyance and exhustion. You can still see his sharp and focused eyes staring dagres at your probably soon gonna be corpe friends.

You tried to not scream in pain as he pulled his knives off of your hands. By the way, they almost shot you in their fire, what a friend! In your pain you quickly rolled and escaped, while he was already on his way, looking like a fierce sharp bullet on his own as he dodged and sliced their fires. He was like a killing machine. He was the type you hated the most. The type that knows what they are doing but don't even have a clue. Eden teached you everything you need to know. Show you things only they can. Helped you while you had no one else to do so. And you are not gonna let a frog get in your way for your progress. If you were good enough you could be on the top, finally living your life, your dreams with working with Eden's best soldiers. You are not gonna give up your loyalty, and you are most definetly not gonna give up your dream of helping to change this fucked up world.

You picked up a gun from a dead soldiar and rushed away. Even though you were injuried you will do your job. So, you hide and waited calmly. Your breathing not stable, you lost a lot of blood and your hands were shaking but when you saw him again you are not gonna hessitate to shoot him this time.

And when you did finally saw him he was covered in blood and had a pained face holding his side. He was hardly walking. Perfect. He was about to exist the building from the window but you stopped him. "Halt and raise your hands." You growled. He glance back at you, he seemed to be in no mood, and shook his head, "Leave me alone, madame. I'm not going to fight you. You're injured." What a fucker.

"Too bad. So you are! And I'm not joking."

He observed your shaking hands and unfocused eyes, you were so slightly panthing, "You need intense care and rest. Go back inside." He made a move to turn around but you shot next to the wall near him.

"Maybe, but I will not abonden my job to help a terrorist escape."

His expression soured, "Oui. Of course." He sighed his grip slowly loosning from his side.

You glared and blinked your vision a bit bluring, "Do not make any sudden moves." You breathed deeply. "I am serious I fucking-" Your sentence caught in your throat when your gun went flying off of your hands, before you can even act you find yourself went flying back to the wall, you grunted when your body harshly made contact with it as you hang on it. You glanced up with a hazzy vision seeing a blade grabing you by your clothing, pinning you to the wall.

You huffed in anger and glared at him. He stood panthing, "I'm not fighting with you." And like that he jumped out of the window.

Of course he insist on that. He is injured.

You didn't had any energy in you to free yourself from it as you were left growling in anger, "I hate that frog."

You want to be the one to kill him with your own bare hands.

And you finally got the chance after all that time of waiting your hands to be healed because of that asshole. You gained both in your palm a huge scar because of him. But that just made you pushed your hardest, to even more far past to your limits. Everytime you look down at your hands just made your anger boil harder inside your veins. You never stopped working out even with your arms still hurting, still haven't healed, still flesh. It made the process of them healing harder with every punch you did with them deawing blood everytime. But it was worth it in the end. You know it.

You saw it in his eyes, you knew that you finally win when you pin him to the ground on one of the roofs, that when you kill him you are gonna leave his body to rot and his corpe will be here to be quickly forgotten. But would this actually count as winning? When he gave up and just layed down like that? Staring up at you with nothing but... something you couldn't quite tell. His blood on the cold concrete slowly growing. He is not doing anything, his breath slowly slowing down. And you are not doing anything, only staring down at him, pinning him, a blade in hand, ready to finish.

You wanted to word all your thoughts, pour down all your anger on him, kill him with one move like he did to your friends without any mercy. But you didn't, you couldn't... not after what he told you, all that things about Eden. Not after what he SHOWED you with one of his bubbles.

Why is he showing you mercy now?! How could he even ask you to come to his side?! You were angry, mad... but maybe it wasn't all towards him... You growled and screamed as you sliced your blade in.

Your tears slowly landing on his cold face. You clenched your eyes shut as you slowly let him go.

You shook your head, "All the things I've been told, shown, my believes and hopes.... were just lies." You wiped your tears away.

You reached your hand when his eyes landed to you before giving a good glance at the blade next to his head, forced right through the concrade with good strength.

He took your hand in his and you helped him up. What are you even doing? You don't know anymore. The only thing you were sure of... that you fucking want to kill them all.

"I am not going to say sorry for jumping on you like that, you should have known better before trying to reason with me without fighting back." What he showed you in the end was the final thing for your belifes to crash like a mirror infront of you and scattered away in the breeze like nothing.

He breathlessly laughed clutching his shoulder, "I know but I didn't regret it. And I am happy I didn't."

"Think this as a get back for my hands." You scoffed.

He hissed, "Oui...." his face pained and it wasn't because of his wounds.

You quickly get back to the topic in hand, remembering what he asked you, "I will help. But not to you. I am doing this... for myself. I am not gonna let them ruin this world even more." You glanced at the dark sky.

Bullfrog closed his eyes at that and hummed.

He said something that caught you surpise, "Then will you work with me to save people? Even if it means the people you are working for, the ones you promised to give your life to accusing you for being a terrorist? You don't nececerly need to help me. Help the people in need." He tilted his head.

You stared at him, "Haven't we already agree? The moment I choose to not kill you? Or maybe it was you." You chuckled dryly, "I have been working all my life with wrong people. I will not made the same mistake again. All the kids that suffered because of them, because of me... I'm ready to give up my life if it means to save the kids this time." He softly smiled at that.

You looked away, "I always wanted to die as a hero." You breath out, "I guess I can't be the 'hero' everytime."

He reached out and grabbed your hand, you didn't react, you didn't push him away, but what he said caused you to cleanch his hand back. "What inside you is so pure, mon ami. You will always be the hero. Don't let your hatered blind you."

You chuckled, "So, I've been told countless times from a frog. Looks just like you too."

You both tiredly laugh at that.

You shook your head in disbeliefe. Just a few hours ago you were hating his guts and now... you actually saw who he actually was. And you find it nice. You finally found something in life to be worth to fight for.

"Will you be able to walk back?"

He smirked up at you, "What? I thought you said you didn't care?"

"Forget what I said. I am just returning your kindness. Let me help you. I did this after all."

His eyes softened and his hand loosely gripped your hand back, "I appreciate the help." At that second you find yourself finally understanding what his eyes meant. The countless times he looked at you just the same. Fondness. You don't even remember anyone ever looked at you that way. Your eyes softened for the first time.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hi Dani,

It's me the asexual anon from a while back. I am so excited about your book. It's gojng to be great, all who've read your work know it.

I'm writing to say that I figured out I'm ace but not aro. Anyways, my parents have fixed my wedding. Yeah, they did ask my opinion after the whole shebang about society, being a woman, my age, that I shouldn't compare myself to the lifestyle my sister has, and the fact that I am currently in between jobs. Basically it wasn't a willing yes.

I can't tell them that I'm an Ace because the concept is beyond their understanding and their conclusions will be that I'm one of the people with whom something is wrong or it's the effect of westernization. Take your pick. It's a can of worms just waiting to devour me.

And everytime I don't act excited about the wedding or that I don't want to constantly talk with my future husband the victim blaming starts from my father and my mother pointing out that my father's sisters and their families just want her daughters' lives to be less than perfect so, I've got to do this. It's a constant stream of but we went to Goa for vacation, you're getting driving and swimming lessons what more do you want and if I say that I don't want to marry ever the whole drama starts again. It's an endless cycle.

We went to a psychiatrist to figure out if there could be something done about me, and she asked me if I'm into women or was sexually harassed when I was young but I can't tell her truth too or she'll tell my parents who'll raise hell over the news.

When I told them that I don't ever want to marry and I'm unsure about children they just seem convinced that I'm wary after all they know better they're my parents.

And now there's been some issue at my mother's workplace so she's home too for some time which basically means I've got no solitude and it's driving me crazy. If I even tell her I want to go out (since they always wnt to know where we are and apparently I'm a huge risk since my refusal) out a bookstore she keeps telling me what am I going to do with so many books? It's inconceivable to them that I feel calm when I'm surrounded by books.

I know I seem like a coward but at this point there is nothing I can do other than scouring for jobs hoping I'll get one good enough to escape this madness before the hangman's noose tightnes around my neck.

Sorry for unloading on you but the only quote I can relate now is 'My tongue will tell the anger of my heart Or else my heart concealing it will break.' By Katherine, The Taming of the Shrew

Thank you

P. S. I read Ace by Angela Chen and I think everyone regardless of their sexuality should read it.

Hello my love,

First things first, you don't HAVE to do anything (and yes, I say this while being aware of the lack of choice women and girls have many women have in their personal lives).

The questions the psychiatrist asked you were ABSOLUTELY unethical and unprofessional. Regardless of whether it's true for a client or not, asking someone if they are gay or have been abused a child just because someone wants to marry is such an ignorant take. It shows what she knows 🙄. Please do not take ANYTHING this person said into account or base any decisions on it.

I hope you won't be offended by this or that you will see this as someone else telling you what to do - but you DON'T have to get married. Not to appease your parents. Or anyone. You can tell them you don't have to and you don't have to give them a reason other than 'I don't want to'. Your sexuality is your concern and yours alone.

I hope you are in a place where you can tell them you don't want to get married or at least temporarily postpone it until you have more options to escape this. I really hope you get the job you're looking for.

Also, please keep reading! Casually quoting Shakespeare is an incredibly cool talent to have.

I am here if you want to talk more or need support. Sending you a lot of strength.

And thanks so much for the book rec 💙

[wanderingblindly]

hi liquid!! suzzzzuka here, on anon bc sideblog functionalities suck lmao.

☰ for the ask game? with let’s say… ybmctg & enemies to lovers?? <3

suzzzzuka darling!!!! hello!!!!! ((also can i just say i was so excited when i saw u were on tumblr after i read your landoscar office AU oh my god))

This is a CHALLENGE but I'm into it, let's go!!!

☰ send a fic and an unrelated trope and I’ll remix it

I have no idea what this is, but I wrote a thousand words of something!! It's almost, in a weird way, a preface to YBMCTG?

Concept: Oscar fucked up their first meeting when he started working at the bar; Lando's held a one-sided grudge ever since, and Oscar has no idea why his coworker hates him so much.

Jenson hadn't warned him about this.

Admittedly, he's not entirely sure what Jenson could have said. 'The talent's hot, by the way. Be cool 'bout it, yeah?' wouldn't have prepared him for this. 'This' being the man sitting dead center at his bar, an aura of otherworldliness emanating from him like a halo. He’s not like anything Oscar’s seen before – not in the streets of his suburban hometown, not in the ungodly boredom of his seminars. He’s something that can only exist here, in the spaces drenched in alcohol and debauchery. 

Oscar’s gaze quickly flicks down to his shoulders, his chest, hardly covered in anything more than fishnets.

The man’s eyes are icy in their intensity, fixated on Oscar's hands as he grips the necks of a couple beers between his fingers, popping the caps efficiently. Before Oscar can open his mouth to ask what he's drinking tonight, he beats him to it. 

"Archers and lemonade, pleeeeease." Oscar's eyes are glued to his lips, stretching into a lazy smile as he leans over the bar. The glossy shine of his lipstick looks dangerous in the dark bar, beckoning to him like a siren's song.

He's quiet for just a beat too long, brain running in every direction besides the sorry excuse for a mixed drink on his to-do list. Oscar moves quickly to compensate, the pours brief and easy. 

"I see you've met our star of the night." Jenson smiles as he slides next to him, grabbing the drink out of Oscar's hand before he can place it in front of him. The musician makes a noise of offense, flashing Oscar a look that makes his stomach churn. He doesn’t know what to do with this, with black-lined eyes clearly asking him for something as his boss sits right there. Another drink? Telling Jenson off? 

“So you’re in the band?” Oscar finally manages to say something, keeping an ear out for his response as a man flags him down for another round of shots. 

“Lead singer, at your service.” He does a faux salute, Oscar notices the broad span of his palm with entirely neutral feelings. 

Oscar slides him another archers and lemonade, hopeful that Jenson is adequately distracted by Sebastian to keep away. “What kind of music? You look very…” Oscar wracks his brain for any band to reference, realizing he’s accidentally put himself on the spot. “KISS.” He hopes they're still relevant to anyone besides his dad.

The singer’s eyes darken as the track shifts, Oscar’s sentence exposed in the moment of dead air.

“Thanks for this,” He hops to his feet, tone flatter and mesmerizing lips tighter than when this all started. Sebastian looks over with a raised brow at the sudden movement. As Oscar opens his mouth to reply, the musician reaches out with a steady head and places his fingers on top of the glass, eyes trained on Oscar’s face.

And pushes.

“Oops.” He faux-winces as the drink spills across the bar, splashing Oscar’s shirt in its force – he jumps for a rag instinctively, grabbing the glass before it can roll and shatter. “Sorry ‘bout that.”  

Someone needs another mezcal old fashioned, someone’s drunkenly calling for sex on the beach, Sebastian is looking at him with a look he doesn’t understand –

And the musician is gone.  

—

“I’m gonna go talk to him,” Jenson whispers into Sebastian’s ear, stopped in his tracks by a deceptively strong grasp on his thigh. 

“No, you won’t.” Sebastian smiles, the one that sends a shiver down Jenson’s spine – trouble. “We’ll see what happens.”

—

Maybe this job isn’t working out for him. His bosses are fine, if not a little odd, and the crowds are vaguely well-behaved. Surely it’s no worse than any other bar in London, definitely better than the proper dives closer to campus. 

The main problem is right in front of him, unavoidably sitting in the center of his bar. Again. 

“What d’you mean y’don’t know how to make a hitman?” Lando asks, the heavy black around his eyes making him look vicious in the low, shifting lights. It’s the same conversation they had last week, the week before – Lando asking for a drink Oscar’s pretty positive doesn’t even exist with the confidence of a seasoned mixologist. 

“Tell me what’s in it, and I got it.” Oscar replies, sparing him a glance as he dumps a few glasses into the dishwasher. His glare makes his stomach twist painfully, like being flayed and gutted by someone seeking vengeance – not someone well-acquainted with delicacy. 

He rolls his eyes and yells towards Sebastian, half occupied with whatever concoction Jenson is creating between their two drinks. “Ya gotta hire someone more comp…” He furrows his brows, “good at the job, Seb.”

“He is perfectly competent,” Sebastian calls back, reaching out to pat Oscar’s arm gently.

Ignoring the sting of his invisible wounds, Oscar moves down to figure out what the bickering gaggle of French speakers need. 

—

Can someone be beautiful because they’re mean? Or is it always in spite of it? 

Oscar’s eyes, against his better judgment, gravitate towards the stage. But perhaps that’s just inevitable, eyes following Lando when he’s steps above everyone else, bearing down on them with the sheer force of his presence. 

His voice, usually spitting something acidic and pointed at him from across the bar, is raw – vulnerable – as he grips the microphone with both hands. They envelop it, smothering it, as his lips press against it and he croons out the opening to a ballad.

Goosebumps break out across his skin as the bass creeps in, lifting Lando’s voice up like a prayer over the crowd. 

The lights, flashing their usual pattern of red blue red blue, reflect against the summer-bleached gold in his unruly curls – another halo. 

—

“KISS doesn’t do it like that, do they?” Lando says, rough voice almost haughty as he sits down in his seat – black shirt completely unbuttoned, chest glistening with sweat and metal. 

He puts a glass of water in front of Lando immediately, dropping in a black straw. “Uh, I guess?” Oscar replies, not entirely sure where Lando’s going with this. But he’s being less abrasive than usual, the glare in his eyes a bit less pointed. “Don’t really know KISS all that well, mate.”

Lando stares at him, narrowed eyes blowing wide. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

Oscar pauses, hands freezing around the martini shaker he’d grabbed for the girl to Lando’s left. “No?”

“You don’t know KISS.” He doesn’t say it as a question. Like there’s some connection Oscar isn’t making, some red thread on a corkboard he can’t connect, Oscar looks at him in confusion. 

“...No?” Oscar’s stopped moving all together now, other patrons temporarily forgotten as he watches the range of expressions dance across Lando’s face. Surprise, maybe? Something like shock. “Why?”

“I… hate them.” Lando says simply – if not a little absentmindedly. “Sorry about, um. Well.” He puts down his glass, hand visibly shaking; before Oscar can ask if he’s ok, ask what he’s even talking about, Lando stumbles off his barstool and paces over towards Sebastian. 

He watches as Sebastian laughs, clapping Lando on the shoulder and waving cheerily towards the bar. Oscar flashes a weak wave back, uncertain, before noticing that Lando’s looking over as well – his face is red. Not just from the lights. But his cheeks, down his neck, the exposed planes of his chest, they’re red. 

Oscar flushes, too. 

Maybe if he’s sorry…

[antianakin]

Hey! 👋 Just wanted to send in a message and say thanks for reblogging my post to leave some of your thoughts on it. I hope you didn’t mind the tag. 😅 Half the time Tumblr breaks links to other blogs for me, so I just thought tagging would be easier. I also apologize if it felt like I was calling you out or something about giving points on pro jedi to anti jedi fans?? 😭 It’s probably just my anxiety, but I still just wanted to clarify in case my words bothered you. I was more just kinda speaking in general to pro jedi fans as a whole.

I definitely agree with your thoughts looking back on it now that the anon might’ve been genuine in the sense they weren’t trolling, but it was clear they just wanted to be told they were right. They didn’t genuinely want to debate. I kinda sometimes look for the best in people even if it’s not there. 🤦‍♀️😂 But yeah… it IS frustrating to have asks open related to answering SW meta posts or fic questions and then just see a kinda benevolently condescending anti/critical jedi ask in there like that.

Getting all the thoughts out helped me cool off from my rage at that YouTube commenter that called Leia a “brat” though for not forgiving Anakin, at least. It’s the little things in life, I suppose. 😌💖😂

I hope you’re doing good! 👍 I do genuinely love hearing your SW takes, whether on Anakin or Jedi or clone stuff in general. I feel like you’re a lot more objective than others can be about Anakin, if that makes sense?? And also just about the clones in general too and your thoughts they might not want to be seen as mandalorians (at least I think I recall you saying that before in a post?), because they’re clones and brothers in arms first and foremost. I personally like the idea of them having mandoa just because I feel like it’s something that would be taught and passed down from the genetic tree of Jango. But I DEFINITELY appreciate the idea that Jango might’ve not been as deified by clones as people believe. 😭 I’m not saying he was the devil, but at the end of the day he plucked out a kid from the thousands he left behind from being his clones, and called it a day.

I wasn't bothered at all, my firmer more negative opinions aren't going to be for everyone! I'm consistently surprised at how many people DO seem to appreciate anything I have to say on the topic, negative or otherwise. I've said this before, but I made this blog as a space for me to express more negative things and I figured that would be kind-of a turn off for people. I'm glad that it's ended up apparently being at least somewhat enjoyable to other people.

It's incredibly funny to hear myself described as "objective" about Anakin given, well, everything. I'm NOT objective about him, obviously, I'm decidedly biased against him. I HAVE tried to approach his character as objectively as I can sometimes if people have asked me to, but I don't like him much and that does color the way I interact with Star Wars and stories he's involved in. People who love Anakin, even if they're extremely pro Jedi at the same time, will often interpret things VERY differently from how I would specifically because they're more inclined to be sympathetic to him and believe the best of him in a way I just can't most of the time.

For the clones, while I've definitely expressed the opinion that they wouldn't want to be considered Mandos before, that's one of my more bitter opinions, one I tend to feel when I'm more annoyed at the whole Mandoclone concept. If I were trying to be more objective about it, I feel less like they wouldn't WANT to be considered Mandos and simply that they AREN'T Mandos. There's never any real indication that the clones feel a connection to that culture aside from like... two little designs on the helmets that could just as easily be explained away in other ways. They never actually speak Mando'a, they never talk about Jango at all, and they don't seem to show a desire to interact with the Mandos when they have the opportunity (Cody and Rex are both around during the Duchess on Mandalore arc, Rex goes to Mandalore with Ahsoka, and Rex/Gregor/Wolffe meet Sabine). Aside from the two tiniest little designs, there's never a single indication that these people ever felt any connection to being Mandalorian at all.

And I personally just find it really boring to just make the clones MandoLite and base their entire culture around one that already exists rather than recognizing that they've got a radically different kind of upbringing that would have caused some VERY different values and traditions from Mandos. They've got their own canonical slang, they've traveling all the time and could be picking up any number of different traditions from the people on different planets (language, food, maybe art and songs and dances and games). I think Mandoclone headcanons often treat the clones as a monolith instead of recognizing that they're individual people in the process of creating their own extremely unique culture. I think the clones deserve more fun and interesting headcanons than just turning them into MandoLite.

[bisnes-socks]

hello! I think you are very cool 👁👁 is it ok to send an ask? would love to know more about you 🫶 it could be anything: how you got into Käärijä? who's your favorite side character? do you think Bojan asks Jere questions about Finland or does he research on his own and then pretends like he always knew hoping to impress Jere?

i'm cool? 🥹 thank you, you are so sweet. but be careful anon, my ego inflates fast 😌

i will answer any and all questions anon, i would love nothing more, i love to yap 💚😌

i got into käärijä because well, i don't know if you are finnish or not dear anon, but the year 2023 was quite something here. i've always loved eurovision and listened to the new umk artists as soon as the songs came out. i immediately knew ccc was the song that we needed to send. i will say, i remember saying stuff like "oh idk if i'd listen to this on my own time, but it's perfect for esc" lmao. sooo that turned out to be not true. but the thing is, as much as i've always loved esc, käärijä and joker out are the only ones who have stayed with me beyond the contest!

i've always loved everything that falls under performing arts, as a passion, as a hobby, and also academically and professionally. and i just think he is simply one of the most fascinating performing artists this country has seen in a long time, possibly ever. the way his music comes with a whole concept, a visual world, a whole käärijä universe with characters etc. it's just incredible to me. he's super captivating both as an artist and a public person.

there are other reasons as well, more on like a personal level, things like where i was in my personal life in spring/summer 2023 and some other stuff, but the number one reason is that i'm just in awe of him as an artist. i also think he is much needed in finland, as a personality and as a character, in many ways.

hmmm i don't know if i have a favourite side character, but i'll say jukka bc he is a metal man and i know he's into some of my fave metal bands too.

and listen. LISTEN.

bojan gives me the BIGGEST besserwisser energy when it comes to finland it's so fucking funny but also so damn CUTE!!!! i will never ever ever in my life forget that joker out subs interview they did during the nordic tour and bojan was confidently correcting everyone's pronunciation wrong. how the others asked how to pronounce the letter Ä and bojan confidently and loudly went "it's E, E, right?" like my sweet puppy no 😭😭

AND I WILL NEVER forget him, at the backstage with jere getting ready to do ccc together, going basically like "but how do i pronounce this word jere i think you need to come here and look at this paper with me jerč 🥺🥺" oldest trick in the (girlfriend) book!!!!!!

so to answer your question anon, it's both. he will try to impress jere with his finnish knowledge in any group setting, so that jere's attention will be on him. but when it's just them? oh suddenly he needs help, and jere needs to explain everything to him. and be super close while he does so, actually. like holding hands. so that the next time they are in a group setting, bojan can casually drop some stuff jere taught him one night giggling under the blankets, so that they can once more annoy everyone with an inside joke.

anon i think you accidentally opened some sort of floodgates here, because i could go on. about every question. but you also said i'm cool so i'm trying to keep it that way.

[anonzentimes]

What's your favorite thing about Nagito?

anon. ANON. ANON!!!! oh my goshh that's such a hard question!!!!! thank you so much for sending me an ask though they make my day haha!

The thing about Nagito is that he's one of the few characters in the world that I couldn't even think of anything I hated about him when asked, so being asked the OPPOSITE having to choose something between practically everything about him is sooo AUGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!! HOW. how does anyone even do that.

There's so much to love about Nagito!!! I loved his mannerisms and the way he speaks even upon first impressions. I loved him all the way through the entire game, start to end, after and before his mental breakdown! And then when I learned beyond the surface level of information about him it was SO OVER!!!!!!

I loved him at first because he made me feel something at a time in my life where everything felt the same, and because I really enjoy the way he talked. But there's SO much to him you'll completely miss if you don't have enough media literacy or don't look beyond surface and it's SO goddamn cool. Like, what do you mean some people who play will always live with the misinterpretation he's a malicious psychopath??? SOME WILL NEVER EVEN KNOW ABOUT HIS LUCK CYCLE??? That's so ridiculous!!

But my main point with bringing that up is, I've always loved everything about Nagito. Even before I was able to articulate and understand why, I always loved him. And I'm beyond happy that I CAN articulate why I love him now.

Maybe if I actually met him I'd be a little frightened and say the moral grayness of his character is something I dislike, but from a writing perspective it's a different story!!! From a writing perspective he's the perfect role for an antagonist that isn't actually malicious and he's so amazing for it.

I've said it once in this ramble and I'll say it again, there's so much about Nagito to love! He's funny, he's kindhearted, his luck cycle is such a cool concept, he's a perfect antagonist that isn't as self aware as most and doesn't have malicious intent, his coping mechanism and beliefs due to his tragic life caused by his luck cycle is so well done, he's extremely intelligent, he's very pretty, like he's got everything I love about a character lol.

I adore a lot of fictional characters and there's no other character truly like Nagito Komaeda, he's really special and specific to the world of Danganronpa! He's amazing and I love everything about him. My favorite thing about him, is him!!

(in short I can't decide one thing because that'd be like abandoning a child HAHA)