#what do you MEAN ‘fight like I want to die’??????

[slut4megantheestallion]

The Boob Curse || ryomen sukuna x f! reader

Summary: You're just watching tv, but sukuna is too busy being obsessed with your boobs.

Warnings ⚠️: fluff, crackfic, sukuna being a menace, boob obsession, groping, squeezing, staring,(consensual but annoying)

A/N: bored asf, and this was randomly in my head, so I just had to do it, I feel like sukuna would probably do this 😭)

It was supposed to be a normal night. You were curled up on the couch, watching TV, minding your business like a responsible adult. The soft glow of the screen cast a warm light over the dimly lit living room, and everything was peaceful.

Or at least, it should have been, but no.

Because Sukuna was staring, not at the TV, not at your face, but your boobs.

You could feel it - his intense, burning gaze boring into your chest like he was trying to set your cleavage on fire through sheer willpower.

At first, you ignored it. Because, whatever. Sukuna was a menace- staring was just part of his personality, but then it got worse.

His arm, which had previously been resting along the back of the couch, inched lower.

And lower.

And-

A large, calloused hand suddenly grabbed a handful of your chest.

You froze.

Sukuna didn't even have the decency to look ashamed. If anything, he looked fascinated- thumb lazily tracing over the exposed lace of your bra, fingers sinking into your soft flesh like he was testing something.

"...Sukuna."

He didn't answer. Just gave your boob a slow squeeze.

"SUKUNA."

"Yeah?" He hummed.

You turned your head to glare at him, boob still in his grasp. "What the hell are you doing?"

Sukuna blinked like the answer was obvious. "Holding them."

"WHY?!"

A pause. Then, completely deadpan:

"Because they're there."

You smacked his arm, but the bastard did not let go.

Instead, he gave them another experimental squeeze, tilting his head like he was analyzing their weight, like some kind of perverted scientist.

"Huh," he muttered.

You narrowed your eyes. "What do you mean, 'huh'?"

"They're... nice."

You gasped. "EXCUSE ME?!"

Sukuna had the audacity to chuckle. "Soft. Bouncy. Good shape. Yeah, I approve."

"Oh, wow, thank you, Your Highness," you deadpanned. "So honored to have the King of Curses boob approval."

"You should be."

You were about to lose it.

"Okay, you've had your fun. Let go."

Sukuna did not let go.

In fact, he gave them another squeeze. Like a damn stress ball.

"Hmm."

You snapped.

"STOP ANALYZING THEM LIKE YOU'RE WRITING A DAMN RESEARCH PAPER!"

Sukuna snickered but still didn't let go. His other hand came up and cupped the other one, like he was trying to compare.

THIS. WAS. INSANE.

"Sukuna, I swear to GOD-"

"What?" He said lazily, finally looking at your face. "You wear that tiny ass top, boobs practically spilling out, and expect me to do nothing?"

You gawked. "Yes?? Like s normal, civilized person??"

Sukuna gave you a long, slow blink.

Then, with absolute confidence, he said:

"Yeah, see, I'm not a civilized person."

You groaned, dropping your head back against the couch. "You're a literal curse, a walking massacre, The King of Destruction, and yet -" You motioned aggressively to his hands, still attached to your chest. "-THIS is what you're obsessed with?!"

Sukuna shrugged. "I'm a man of culture."

You wanted to die.

"Sukuna."

"Hm?"

"Let. Go."

Another long squeeze.

"No."

You grabbed his wrist, trying to pry his hands off. He didn't budge. The bastard just watches you struggle, looking amused, like you were some cute little weakling fighting for survival.

Finally, he sighed dramatically and leaned in, voice low, deep, amused.

"Alright, fine," he murmured, smirking. "I'll let go."

Relief flooded you until he gave one last squeeze.

A long, deliberate, slow one.

"For now."

You gasped in betrayal. "YOU-"

Sukuna leaned back, arms now resting behind his head, looking relaxed as if he hadn't just spent the last five minutes groping you like some horny teenage boy.

You, on the other hand, sat there stunned. Offended. VIOLATED.

"I hate you," you grumbled, crossing your arms - only to immediately uncross them when you realized that pushed your boobs up even more.

Sukuna snickered. "No, you don't."

"YES, I DO."

He glanced at you again - eyes dropping immediately to your cleavage.

You caught him.

"SUKUNA."

"What?"

"STOP LOOKING."

He smirked. "Not my fault they're out."

Your eyes twitched. "You are the WORST."

"Mm." He stretched, looking completely unbothered. "You say that, but you haven't moved away."

You opened your mouth- then closed it. Because damn it, he was right, and he knew it.

Smug Bastard.

Sukuna chuckled again, pulling you into his lap like you weighed nothing. He rested his chin on your shoulder, arms looping around your waist, his warm breath ghosting against your ear.

"You're lucky you're cute," he muttered.

Your face heated. "I- WHAT?"

He just grinned against your skin, voice dripping with amusement.

"Relax, brat. You're my favorite."

You huffed, still pouting, but let yourself sink into his arms anyway.

But you were still mad.

[chimielie]

unicorns and pomegranates

summary: Suna x F!Reader. "Do you ever feel like you were born to serve and die for someone in glorious battle," Suna says, valiantly failing not to flick his eyes back to you. You're frowning at your drink, trying to pick a particle off its rim with a nail. "Sexually, I mean."

"You are not normal," Atsumu tells him.

word count: 1.4k

cw: angst to fluff, friends to lovers, mild objectification, suna has strange inclinations, intoxication, one or two references to sex, …hand mention

a/n: i almost titled this "stop picking fights with knights and come wear tunics with the eunuchs"

You can't believe you were actually looking forward to this team dinner. It's the stupid fancy gala EJP Raijin puts on annually, in a stupid beautiful venue covered in white marble and stupid crystal chandeliers. You'd been so excited when Suna said, offhandedly, I get a plus-one, you wanna come with?

You should've known it would end up like this, feeling self-conscious in your expensive clothes while Suna stands far away and doesn't pay attention to you at all. He's not your date, you're his plus-one, gifted a glimpse into the world of professional athletes for one night only. He expects you to mingle with his friends, maybe even get yourself a real date to the next team event. It's such a stupid, cruel joke of the stars that he's the only one of these talented, handsome men that you want.

You take a sip of champagne and try not to think about it. He'd come to pick you up in his ridiculous fancy red car and stared at you with his inscrutable features and said I don't know, I'm sure it's fine, when you asked what he thought. Glowing praise, you thought, sitting among models and Olympians.

Across the room, Suna is trying to pretend that he is a eunuch. Eunuchs don't throw their best friends over their shoulder and carry them home and make sweet, sweet love to them all night long.

"There's something wrong with your face," Atsumu says.

"Do you ever feel like you were born to serve and die for someone in glorious battle," Suna says, valiantly failing not to flick his eyes back to you. You're frowning at your drink, trying to pick a particle off its rim with a nail. "Sexually, I mean."

"You are not normal," Atsumu tells him, "but yeah, I get the feeling."

They lapse into silence for a moment. One of the guys who came stag walks up to you and jumps into conversation. Suna imagines spiking a ball into his face several times.

"Are you feeling like that because of—" Atsumu starts, but Suna cuts him off with a violent slashing motion across the throat.

"If you say the words out loud, they become true," Suna says. "Shut your fat mouth."

"She does look good," Atsumu muses. "Nice necklace."

"Don't look at her," Suna says. "I actually don't even know who you're talking about. She's wearing a necklace?"

He glances back. You aren't, which soothes his concern that he'd been so distracted by the generous amount of décolletage revealed by your top he'd missed major details of your appearance, which he planned to burn into his memory and then never speak about until he died. His last words were probably going to be "the top button was undone."

"Maybe you would be failing less miserably if you actually talked to your date," Atsumu says. "How did you ask her to be your date without actually dating her?"

"It takes a lot of skill to put yourself this deeply in the friendzone," Suna says. "Someday you'll understand."

"I hope not," Atsumu says with feeling. "Hey, look, they're doing shots."

The rando who’s talking to you is clinking his glass against yours, making unnecessarily intense eye contact. Suna frowns; staring at you like a weirdo is his job. You glance away from your drinking partner for a second, your gazes connecting, and that’s all the invitation Suna needs to cross the room in the space of a split second. He snatches your shot from you with two long fingers and tosses it back, grinning widely at the other man when he’s swallowed.

“That was mine,” you say without vitriol.

“That was vodka,” he says, feeling the warm buzz of it in his belly. “You’re allergic.”

“Not allergic,” you roll your eyes, “just a lightweight.”

It’s true. Vodka gets you way too drunk, way too fast. Why hadn’t you said anything to this other guy? You only ever drink such hard liquor when you’re upset.

Are you upset?

“I’ll buy you another drink,” he promises. He’s glad he took the drink from you. It’s having a strange, dizzying effect the longer he looks at you, your darkened eyes, your parted lips. He reaches up and sweeps the back of his hand just over the curve of your neck, a light touch. He’s pleased when it leaves goosebumps in its wake, a short-lived mark he can leave on you.

“It’s an open bar, dummy,” you roll your eyes. The guy you were talking to has faded into the distance, though you don’t even notice.

He’d meant to stay away from you tonight. He’d meant to be a respectful friend, one who didn’t steal glances at you that he shouldn’t, one who didn’t want to punch out anyone else who looked at you with lust on their face. Every time he steps away, though, you seem to be tossing back another drink, giggling and leaning on a new shoulder, and he’s back at your side, plucking your hand away and glaring at whoever tries to talk to you.

Finally, he follows you down the hall to the bathroom, where you spin and lean heavy on the wall, facing him. Your eyes are bright and teary, all the gloss rubbed off your downturned lips, but he still wants to kiss them, for some reason (because he’s a creep, he scolds himself).

“What are you doing,” you sigh, and he blinks, taken aback.

“Just watching out for you, I guess,” he says. You pout.

“You don’t even care,” you say, voice catching. “You’re hovering like a jealous boyfriend and I don’t even know why.”

“I’m not,” he protests lamely.

“I know!” You explode, pushing away from the wall and wobbling dangerously. He clamps a hand down on your arm and supports your body with his; you are a bamboo shoot and he’s the stake. “I know. You think I’m ugly, you’ll never like me. I get it.”

“What?” Your skin is warm to the touch, and you smell a touch sweet, a touch spicy. He wants to lick the skin behind your ears, where your perfume is spritzed strongest. You couldn’t be more wrong if you declared that Atsumu was going to win a prize for scientific achievement.

“This is stupid,” you say, and oh, oh, no, there are tears welling up and streaking down your face. He pulls you in firmly, playing with the short hairs on the back of your neck. You cry into his chest, even though he’s the reason. “I want to go home. I just wanted to have fun.”

“I know,” he says, voice low, like he’s talking to a wounded animal, “I’ll take you home.” For some reason this encourages a fresh bout of sobbing. “I’m sorry I ruined your night.”

“I just wanted you to think I was pretty,” you hiccup on the last word, and his heart stops.

“I think you’re so pretty,” Suna says. “I think you’re gorgeous. You don’t think you’re pretty?”

“I know I’m pretty,” you say, and he keeps trying to step back, walk away, pull himself out of a situation he has to be misunderstanding. “I thought you did, too, enough to invite me to this stupid thing, enough that I was so excited to pretend we were together or maybe that we would be together for real someday. Fuck, I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not,” he begs you to believe him.

“I thought just because you’re beautiful and you look at me—sometimes—like you want me or something and you touch me all the time, it might mean something. I am an idiot. And a bad friend. I even like your hands, Suna, you’ve made me so crazy I can’t even look at your hands without thinking about your fingers—”

Suna grabs you before you can finish a sentence that will surely land you pressed up against the wall with one of the hands in question in your pants. He says your name, serious, voice grating against all his instincts.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I do,” you insist, looking like you’re going to start crying again. “I—fuck. I love you, Rintarō.”

It’s the final nail in the coffin.

“I’m going to enter noble and valorous combat to prove my worthiness,” he says instantaneously. You peer up at him, expression simultaneously baffled and cutting.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Suna says hurriedly. “Let’s go home. You should lie down, and tomorrow I need to clear some things up, repeatedly. Possibly for the rest of our lives.”

[fawnsuga]

Victims of Columbine Predicting Their Own Deaths

Isaiah Shoels: Shoels recalls that even Isaiah may have had a premonition of his death. "My son told me and my wife, 'Daddy, what would you do if someone gunned us down?' My wife and I asked him why he was speaking like that. He replied, 'I'm just asking you a hypothetical question. What would you all do if someone gunned us down; would you gun them down?' And, 'would we go kill them?' I said, 'No son, you can't fight hate with hate. But if you or any of your other siblings are killed due to foul play, whatever that foul play may be, I will fight it until the day I die! It just so happens to be racism and hate, and I mean that; I'm going to fight it until the day I die.'"

Kyle Velasquez: "Al was home mowing the grass when a neighbor informed him about the shootings. He picked up Phyllis from her job at Mervyn's department store. When Al told his wife about the shooting, she had a terrible premonition. 'I just knew right then I was never going to see Kyle again. It was one of those mom things.'"

Cassie Bernall: "'P.S. Honestly, I want to live completely for God. It's hard and scary, but totally worth it.' 'I will die for my God. I will die for my faith. It's the least I can do for Christ dying for me.' 'Now I have given up on everything else; I have found it to be the only way to truly know Christ and to experience the mighty power that brought Him back to life again, and to understand what it means to suffer and to die with Him. So, whatever it takes, I will be one who lives in the fresh newness of life of those who are alive from the dead.'"

John Tomlin: "The night before his death, John stayed up until after 2 A.M. talking on the phone with his girlfriend, Michelle Oetter. She shared with John some issues she was experiencing with one of her friends. As their conversation wound down and they were close to saying goodbye, Michelle recalls that John said something very strange. He said, 'Michelle, I know you're going through some tough times in your relationship with your friend, but even if I am not around to help, remember you can always turn to God.'"

Rachel Scott: "In her final three weeks, Rachel sensed that time was short... she felt it in her gut. Rachel's diary, which tells a profound Christian story, details her uncertainty about what was to come, but she was aware that something was amiss and that she wouldn't be around for long. She confided in her friends and wrote in her diary that some kind of sacrifice would have to be made, declaring that she was 'ready to make it.' In the year of her death, she wrote, 'Lord, this is my last year... I've gotten what I can.' 'I'm dying,' she wrote weeks before she was murdered. 'I consider it homicide. The world you have created for me has led to my death.'"

Lauren Townsend: "Lauren had a strong premonition of her own early death. Remarkably, she left a four-page will and, shortly before the shooting, wrote in her diary that she had 'learned and done everything God wanted me to do here.'

[weebsinstash]

Please, please tell me I’m not the only one thirsting and wanting to throw hands with Battle Beas. Like imagine a magic reader who has been so repressed, having to hold back their emotions or hurt people. But then going fuck this and swinging, and promptly fucking on the floor covered in each blood

Oh no, absolutely, that man has a knot, no one can convince me otherwise, and he's been on my mind for a while now

There's a scene in the comics where he just got done fucking some alien chick who basically pledged herself to him and he comments on how she managed to draw blood during sex and he's very clearly into it, so OBVIOUSLY I have to think about Battle Beast with our dear Reader where he gets a massive endorphin rush off of fighting you that leads to... other things

For example, let's go to our proposed plotline of "Reader who is Nolan's child and you're hiding your powers from your family". I can't help but picture a scene where like you're trying to play dumb and helpless as your brother is in his costume trying to defend poor innocent you as you unfortunately happened to be around when this violent alien suddenly appeared and Battle Beast-- whose name is Thokk by the way-- takes one look at you and INSTANTLY, he's pointing a finger at you, "You. You are a foe much more worthy of my time. "

Bro I would be fucking PISSED, because what the fuck do you mean I've successfully hid my alien powers for years and now I'm forced to reveal myself because some furaffinity looking mf starts literally attacking me??? Nolan trying to watch from a distance and is ready to intervene just as he manages to see you give BB a NASTY uppercut that sends him soaring up into the stratosphere while Mark is preoccupied spitting out his own teeth from one too many hits from the alien monster

Like what other fucking option would you have? Even if you stood there and pretended to be helpless, the minute Thokk hits you and you don't instantly die will reveal you clearly have powers, so you might as well try and run his fucking fade, give him the two biscuits no drink combo, you put in the 40 hours with some overtime into beating his ass, or at least try to

Outcome A is that your raw natural strength prevails and you win and refuse to kill him because he's already defeated and you don't see the point in it and he just recovers and comes back for a rematch and if he loses, the cycle repeats

Outcome B is that your natural talent but overall lack of training isn't quite enough for his personal experience and battle expertise and he manages to overpower you and has a higher endurance than you

So, this is a minor but in my opinion very unimportant spoiler, but the reason Battle Beast is in fact THE Batttle Beast is because he's literally cursed to constantly seek out the strongest opponent and fight them and he actually has no choice, it's an uncontrollable compulsion, but he has a very strong sense of honor on top of this. I like to picture where he finally defeats you, but, he can oh so easily tell that you're nowhere near your full potential, and he can't help but... crave the excitement of seeing you become even stronger, so... obviously he can't take your life yet. Taking your chastity though, both as a consolation prize and to enrage you into getting stronger to defeat him in the future, though? He likes the idea of that. There's something primal and oh so satisfying about watching you squirm like a little prey animal as he gets to do whatever he wants

Something something "through whatever means Thokk'a curse breaks or is removed by someone else, maybe even a Reader who is a magic user instead of a Viltrumite hybrid, but he's still addicted to fighting and he celebrates by beating your ass and taking you as a mate since he's no longer 'required to kill you"

We already know the man fucks! It's not like he's completely mindless! And he's huge! He ain't perfect but we know he can fuck up Viltrumites! Comic readers know he's one of the best fighters in the entire series if his pride didn't get in the way!

Not to be foul but. Reader just completely subdued and panting for air because you're completely worn out as you're kept on your knees and elbows while Thokk has you knotted from behind and is purring up a storm because he's so content. His back and arms and chest are covered in bleeding scratches from your nails. YOUR blood is creating little mats in his once pristinely white fur and he couldn't be happier. Dya think if you had short hair he would lick it to help groom the blood out of it while you're locked together, I mean, if you imagine him having a more feline tongue. His mouth shape makes humanoid kissing kind of hard anyways, although, a barbed scratchy tongue sounds a lot less appealing if you think of him lacking your skin or, other parts 👀

Again, a spoiler I don't find very important in even the slightest because it doesn't go anywhere but he DOES have at least one kid (which tbh was kind of a dick move on his part because the magic curse is??? Congenital somehow??). So. He obviously doesn't give a fuck in terms of being against it if you're capable of getting pregnant and he put a cub or two in you. Maybe he would actually enjoy getting to raise a little warrior now that he knows he isn't forced to forever travel the stars killing. He just wants to now, lol, but he knows he can "take some time off" and actually do other things now. Like knocking you up! Maybe even a few times! And he'd get off on it in a twisted way because, aw, he managed to conquer every part of you, didn't he? You can punch and kick and scream at him but you can't stop him from getting you pregnant, huh? Your womb can't somehow resist him, especially when he's got the both of you locked together as he purrs and listens to you sling cursed and insults at him and demanding he pulls out, which he won't until he's finished, because that would be admitting defeat, or so is his excuse

[fangdokja]

Well.

You got it WRONG lol, that was about Phainon! 😂

Chat gpt thinks we're perfect together lol. To summarize what it said - in the most polite terms, Jing would low key baby me at the start 💀 He'd apparently feel the need to hold my hand and only later when it gets too quiet does he realize that he misses me.

For Sunday it said that it's brooding x sunshine. That he'd be beyond overwhelmed with my emotional intensity, whoops. Sorry Sunny but that he'd end up liking it. Chat gpt also placed me in a love triangle between him and freaking FIREFLY which feels oddly canon, but my personality is nothing like the Trailblazers so 😂

For Jiaoqiu, it said that he might find me a little annoying but he'd have too much fun with me. He'd get a kick out of teasing me, rip. He'd rather die than admit his feelings.

And Phainon... Wow. Chat gpt was so biased here. The descriptions were so romantic and fairy tale like, I'm actually speechless here. Need me a man who loves me as much Chat gpt thinks Phainon would love me!!

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 518

Your wrists ache where the silk binds them, the knot cinched too tight—an artisan’s touch, practiced, meticulous, beautiful. A golden cage spun from careful hands and careful words. You tried to fight once, in the beginning, but the struggle had only made him coo at you, stroking the side of your face as if you were a frightened animal. "Hush, my love," he had murmured, his breath against your skin. "It’s all right. I’ll be gentle."

But he is not gentle.

Phainon moves with the precision of a sculptor shaping marble, with the tenderness of a lover and the restraint of a saint—except saints do not revel in their own holiness, and he? He worships his own kindness. He strokes your hair back, murmuring soft reassurances, his voice thick with a devotion so all-consuming it sickens you. You don’t cry anymore; he’s trained that out of you. Tears make him linger, make him slow down, make him want to "fix it." You learned that silence, stillness, is the only thing that makes it pass faster.

His touch ghosts along your thigh, not rushed, never rushed. He loves you too much for that. He’s always been patient, hasn’t he? Even when you screamed, even when you begged, even when you swore you would rather die—he had only sighed, kissed your temple, and whispered, "I know. You don’t mean that."

There is something worse than cruelty, worse than sadism. It is love twisted into something that smothers, something that consumes. Phainon does not hate you. He does not want to see you in pain. He wants you to love him, to feel loved by him, to surrender so completely that the thought of fighting back becomes foreign, absurd.

"You’re so tense again," he says now, his fingers pressing into the meat of your thigh, kneading as though he can mold you into pliancy. "I thought we were past this."

You stare at the ceiling, at the intricate carvings of the room he built for you. A temple, a tomb. He shifts above you, and your stomach twists, dread curling its cold fingers around your lungs. He does not take. He does not force. He coaxes, he manipulates, he makes you believe, if only for an instant, that this is inevitable. That he is inevitable.

"It’s because you think too much," he muses, leaning down, his lips grazing your ear. "You’ve always been like that. But I love that about you."

His weight presses against you, slow, purposeful, inexorable. A lover’s embrace. A captor’s restraint. He shushes you before you can even think to protest, before you can turn your face away. His lips ghost down your throat, tracing the fluttering pulse beneath your skin, drinking in the shudder you can’t suppress.

"You’re safe," he whispers against your skin. "I’m here. I’ll always be here."

And as he finally, inevitably, claims you again, you realize the worst part isn’t the way he holds you down, the way he murmurs sweet nothings into your ear like a man making love to his wife.

No.

The worst part is that he believes it.

Official TAG LIST of “The Red Ledger”: @save4h , @rofkshinee , @songbirdgardensworld , @yanderedrabbles

Character Tag List for HSR Phainon: @yandere-romanticaa

♡ A/N #1. Oh, so I did have it right the first time? 🙂 Tch. Should’ve just trusted my gut instead of letting my neurons do their little interpretive dance of overanalysis. Classic me problem—intuition’s screaming one thing, but then my brain goes, "Ah yes, but what if we turned this into a complex existential debate instead?" 🤡

♡ A/N #2. High-key salty with my own brain rn. Like, I was literally about to submit a Phainon gif and post before I changed it last minute. And because I’m feeling spiteful towards my own cognitive processes, here—have a short fic I’ve been hoarding like a feral dragon. 🔥 I’m actually mad at my neurons rn. So, in the spirit of pure, unfiltered rage-fueled productivity, I’m posting this right now. No organization, no formatting, just sheer animosity towards my own decision-making skills. Not mad at you, Ana, to clarify. But I do turn every emotion into productivity. Even stupid ones.

♡ A/N #3. Nvm. Perfectionism kicked in.

[iwonderwh0]

Hank's spiritual beliefs is something that is rarely talked about but it's one of the aspects of his character that is really interesting to me. His suicidal ideations coexist with his doubts and concerns about the possibility of the afterlife or the lack thereof. Especially it is interesting to me what happens to them in the version of the events Connor keeps dying in front of him and coming back as if nothing happened. It challenges his idea of life and death when he stops to consider androids as living beings because the implications of having both androids being alive and the possibility of bringing them back from the dead as if death means nothing aren't exactly favourable for his views of the existence of afterlife, which from CyberLife Tower scene where he dies, we learn is something that he believes in. His faith in many ways keeps him going because part of him believes that when he all of it will finally be over, he'll get to see his son again and so he speeds up the process as much as he can. Even in time of playing Russian roulette the first time we learn he plays it, I think he does it with an afterlife in mind. He says he just doesn't have a guts to do it, but I think he also sees it as a loophole: it's not a suicide if he's just playing a game of chance. He doesn't directly kills himself in case he gets shot -- there's a plausible deniability that it was caused by luck, God's permission if you will, not him.

In the event of him coming to the rooftop to confront Connor, he knows that there's a huge risk of him not making it out alive but it doesn't stop him because even in case of his failure, he gets to die fighting for something he thinks is right and hence increases chances of his afterlife being something other than eternal damnation that many christian religions promise to those who commit suicide through more direct means. In this sense, him coming to the rooftop is him playing his game of chance again but this time with actual stakes and something to fight for. Whether he'll stop this Connor or dies trying he'll get what he wants.

Which, leads me to the scene of him actually committing suicide. I think in this ending he no longer believes in any afterlife for himself or anyone else, or God, or humanity as a whole or a better future. He comes to conclusion that androids are in fact people, but he doesn't like people (as a whole rather than individuals--to those he may feel sympathy) and thinks of them as an overall lost cause. There's no hope for them, or him. Before Connor drives a nail into the coffin of his spiritual beliefs about the scarcity of death he could at least grasp for his hope of afterlife. Connor coming back from the dead as if it means nothing combined with mind boggling cruelty of the world around him he observed over the course of last years culminating within the last week of his close contact with the deviants has taken this faith away from him. And this is precisely why he finally kills himself. I believe, in the moment he does it, he believed there'd be--as Connor said--nothing, and he prefers this nothingness to living another day in a pointlessly cruel place he sees neither hope or God nor meaning.

I don't think this time he was playing russian roulette. I think this time his gun was loaded.

[zepumpkineater]

Pumpkin, I’ve come from far and wide in search for general 2BDamned or Sanford headcanons. I’ve heard and seen your rambles of character interactions, headcanons, etc.

If you have any I’d love to know them on Sanford and/or Doc I’d pretty much live and die to see them. /lh

-ChickenAnon

I gotta be at work soon so I think I'll only write one, and I suppose I'll begin with Sanford.

Sanford, to me, is a lot more complicated than he seems on the surface. That can be said for the entire madness cast, but I think it's true for him especially. Sanford is often characterized as a dumb, psychotic meatheat in fandom, which I suppose isn't the farthest from the truth that it could be, but I do think it's an exaggeration of some of his more obvious traits.

Yes he's loud when he's fighting, but there's a ton of nuance in his dialogue in M:PN in particular. One exchange that always stuck with me is leading up to the Ghoul fight, when waiting for the elevator, Sanford and Deimos have a brief back and forth. Deimos asks why these Nexus Core guys don't just lay down their guns and give up, especially considering their leader is dead and has been dead for some time now. Sanford's only rebuttal is a simple question: Would you? I think it's very poignant that Deimos doesn't have a reply to that particular question.

Sanford is the kind of guy who lives moment to moment, day by day, not stopping for too long to think about the bigger picture. He sees all the violence and bloodshed as a means to an end. He fights for something he believes is worth fighting for, one of those things being Nevada itself.

Sanford knows that he's just one guy. He knows that sometimes he's in over his head. He knows he's survived against impossible odds, and he knows he should have died a long time ago. He knows he can't save the world by himself, he probably knows this world doesn't want, or deserve, to be saved. But he lives in it all the same, and he has at least one person worth giving a damn about. His relationship with Deimos, whether you interpret it as romantic or not, is a rare and special thing in Nevada.

That level of connection with another person in a callous world such as Madness' is a rare case. A bond like that is few and far between. And it's something that will make even the most haggard, beaten, tired people get back up after being knocked down for another round. It's something that'll make a man grab a gun and face an army down head on.

He doesn't have some grand plan for the world, no secret agenda or sequence of events to begin mending the many rifts and cracks that plague this broken world. He'll leave that to people like Doc, people who at least have some kind of idea what they're doing in that regard. He just knows he'll kill who he has to kill, destroy what he has to destroy, torture who he has to torture and fight what he has to fight as long as it means something in the end. He doesn't always enjoy it. Sometimes he stops and looks back at the trail of bodies, mangled corpses and destroyed facilities and wonders if it was all worth it.

But then he looks forward. He imagines that future that he's been fighting for, for who knows how long at this point. A world where people don't have to solve every problem at the end of a knife or at the barrel of a gun. It won't be perfect, there will be new and unique problems, but it's better than...Whatever this is.

Sanford has stared down the face of a God, an Employer, who may as well be Death itself and lived. He doesn't know how, he doesn't know why, but he doesn't have time to stop and think, to consider the consequences of it all. All he knows is the path forward. He knows he's a pawn in someone elses' game, he knows there are bigger forces at play, he knows he's just one small piece in a much larger puzzle. He's not stupid, he's painfully aware of what's at stake, but that keeps him moving more than anything else.

He doesn't know when exactly it happened, or what choices or sequence of events lead him down this path, he just knows that one day he was marked, marked with a terrible curse. One day, at the behest of whatever cosmic forces pull the strings in this grand, impossibly large game, Sanford was doomed to live.

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You also said that Ratchet is the way he is because of Sentinel Prime, can we get a bit more info on that pls?

Yah I can talk about Ratty! (Tw mentions of torture and religious abuse and other super cool and fun things.)

So ratchet was once a most talented medic in all of Iacon. The more he achieved the harder it was for patients to get helped by him. He mostly was reserved to help diplomats. But how often do they get hurt? I mean really.

So Ratchet was just sitting around letting his talents go to waist. He didn’t like that. Since Ratch had so much free time on his hands he left to go find people to help. For free. He went to Kaon and met Drift. He became pretty well know in the community, everyone was pretty protective of him. Drift one day got very injured in a fight, he need Ratchets full attention. While he was working he got a call from his medical center back in Iacon. Alpha trion had been injured and was in need of immediate medical treatment. Ratchet couldn’t just leave drift to die, once drift was stable ratchet rushed back to Iacon. Though Alpha trion could be saved the injury’s he sustained would be permanent, he was now really weak and transforming would be difficult. Ratchet had to admit to his crimes in front of a council. It was suggested he’d be terminated since he isn’t fit to do what he was made to.

Ratchet refused to apologize for helping people that needed it. No matter what they did to him.

But Sentinel had a different plan. Sentinel claimed that Primes could tame all on cybertron and the medic was no exception.

Ratchet wouldn’t brake. He could be beaten, humiliated and tortured but still he refused to apologize for falling for Drift or for helping the people that need it. Sentinel pulled his last tactic, one that works every time. He will leave this method as a last resort as a way to showing mercy. But Ratchet had enough warnings.

This when Sentinels used what is called a Spark marker. The device was a Quintesson tool and there is only one left. It looks simple enough but It is used as a violent form of branding. It is placed directly on the spark, once it is taken off the Spark it will leave a black triangle on the frame, it cannot be buffered out because the mark run so deep, it can only be covered. It causes horrible amounts of pain, possibly shortens their lifespan and blanks the processor, memories get jumbled and confusing, equaling hallucinations. Ratchet had dreams of Drift telling him to wake up. Or would see him standing behind Sentinel as the harm was inflicted. He’d call out to him.

After many times of this happening, Ratchet’s mind and soul broke at some point. Ratchet promised to be loyal and that he was sorry. Sentinel wasn’t convinced through. He asked if Ratchet would rather Drift be the one being marked then him. A broken and defeated Ratchet said yes, as long as it wasn’t done to him, they could do whatever they wanted to Drift. He said this thinking Drift was in the room with them, mocking and his pain. Ratchet hates Drift now and blames him for all of that, at least he thinks he does.

Ratchet isn’t the only one who had this done to have been marked before. Both Nightbird and Soundwave have the same thing but to different degrees. Ratchet though is by far the worse case.

But back to Ratchet….

He took ratchet with him on expeditions with the knights. Ratchet worked tirelessly to be a model servant. Sentinel would reward him in various ways that would help him, forget that mangy Drift. Unfortunately….

He may not act like it sometimes but he believes that they are gods among men. There is nothing a Prime could say or do wrong. Literally anything asked of him he would do. (Idk if any of you watch Steven universe but Ratchet is like Pearl is with the diamonds.)

All that torture he has endured (by the way still causes him mental, emotional and physical suffering.) he thinks he deserved and is better of for it.

Ratchet’s whole mindset has been rewritten. He’s more of a servant that just so happens to know how to be a medic. He’s serving Optimus now who makes his job of being the holier than thou mentally stable one, a lot harder. Ratchet has benefited more with Op because he can let go a little bit more. Plus Op doesn’t ask him to do things that are Humiliating or Cruel. He is treated like an equal, which it Ratchet, isn’t right.

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Roman Emperor AU Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

Entirely sparked by this beautiful piece of fan art

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Emperor Silco, Slave Viktor, Collaring, Wedding, Viktor needs to wear purple always and Silco agrees

Silco having new collars made specifically for Viktor. One is made out of gold. One is made from soft purple fabric, and the sight of it makes everyone gasp because purple is not for slaves. 

Purple is for the wealthy, the powerful.

Purple is for the emperor.

They're more like necklaces than collars but everyone knows what they mean.

Silco signing and sealing a document (with copies) granting Viktor the power to refuse any order given without the express permission of the emperor.

Viktor has become the most powerful slave in the Roman Empire.

Silco is ready to marry Viktor as soon as they return to Rome but he knows Viktor isn't ready.

He waits a few months until Viktor brings it up. How Silco mentioned before that he decided who to marry.

Silco is working when Viktor brings it up, voice quiet as Viktor curls up in bed, watching Caesar pour over maps and reports at his table.

The question makes Silco pause and glance up, brow arching.

"Yes, I did say that. Why?"

Viktor flushes beautifully.

"Have you decided? Who gets to be your wife?" 

Silco's face softens. "I have." 

Viktor worries at his lip. Half-hides under the blankets.

"Do I know them?"

"You do." Amusement filters into Silco's expression. "Very well." 

"Do I get any say? In who I have to share you with?" 

Silco startles and then he laughs, chiding warmly, "Agnellus, I meant you."

Silco steps away from his work for a moment to sit on the edge of the bed and take Viktor's chin in his hand. 

"From the day I laid eyes on you, I knew Venus had sent me who I was meant to marry."

Viktor frowns. "Even though I almost broke your nose?"

Silco chuckles and tugs until Viktor is kneeling, face inches from his own

"Because you almost broke my nose." Silco caresses him. "So damned spirited, even when trapped in that dark, cold pit, wearing nothing but rags and chains."

"I figured if you were going to discard me for my leg, I might as well go down fighting," Viktor smiles, the expression coming easier to him now. "I never expected you to keep me, much less bed me and wed me"

Silco kisses the bridge of his nose.

"First, you must be emancipated."

Silco rises and moves to a small chest he keeps on his side of the bed.

"I thought about signing this sooner," Silco says softly, opening the chest and lifting out an emancipation scroll bearing the Imperial seal. He turns to Viktor, expression soft. He almost looks uncertain for a moment. "I suppose I was worried you'd leave before I could win your heart."

Viktor crawls over to Silco's side of the bed and stays kneeling while he takes Silco's free hand. "Why would I leave when all I've ever needed is here with you?"

Silco feels a swell of emotion in his chest. He's an ageing man. And he's bound to die by the sword before he reaches old age. He knows that. But the thought that his agnellus wants to spend those chaotic, final years with him is the greatest gift in the world.

Viktor and Caesar's massive wedding is like a national holiday.

 And that Caesar is marrying a former slave is the talk of the town.

The slaves in his palace (and all the minor lords' homes) are all giddy, though, because Gods, a slave can be freed and elevated to such a position?!??!

At the time, one pound of purple dye cost 3 pounds of gold, and everyone's jaw dropping because Viktor's wedding toga is purple

And not just lavender. A deep, royal purple.

Silco enjoys reminding everyone that Viktor is worthy of such fine and expensive things, regardless of his background.

More than a few lord's are apoplectic about it all.

Viktor is both embarrassed by, and pleased by, all the fuss.

Silco reminds him again that what others think is none of his concern. It's almost become a mantra for them, to keep the opinions of other far away

even if Silco enjoys ruffling a few feathers from time to time

What if Silco still hasn't penetrated Viktor (no matter how much his sweet and tempting agnellus tries to persuade him to), because he was saving it for the wedding, so Viktor could be deflowered like a bride should be

Viktor getting excited when Silco pulls a jar of oil out on their wedding night.

Silco crawls onto the bed towards Viktor as he always does but the sight somehow still catches Viktor's breath in his throat. This wasn't just Caeser now. This was his husband.

Silco starts by kissing Viktor up his chest and neck, finally reaching his jaw and lips. Tenderly asks him to flip over so he'll be more comfortable, moves pillows to lift up his hips so the pressure is relived from his knees.

Silco has had him in this position before, but only so he could tease his back and hips and legs with kisses and bites.

Now, Silco's strong legs are between his thighs, and Viktor can feel his hard length teasing behind his sac.

Silco trails his fingers down Viktor's spine, taking in the sight as Viktor looks over his shoulder at him.

Viktor sees his God again as he turns his head to look at Silco, candlelight creating a heavenly aura around his figure.

Meanwhile, Silco is also struck (again) by how divinely beautiful Viktor is, tempting him with those soft tresses and sharp cheekbones.

Arch + Woods

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The Great Wave - Chapter 19 Review

‼️SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER‼️

Y'all I remember when I used to think that the chapter cover was supposed to be a yumalia shower scene from that one ankama tweet mentioning Cathiane 😭😭😭😭

Like idk why we thought that this would've been THE shower scene that Ankama had mysteriously mentioned through a meme of all things. I can't speak for everyone, but the reason why I personally thought that this would've been a yumalia shower scene was because I thought that her hair seemed like it wasn't tied up in the chapter cover. And whenever we'd see her hair let loose in the Great Wave, it would usually mean that she'd be dominating Yugo or would share a very intimate moment with him.

This chapter ended up being the latter. Because it wasn't a shower scene.

It might be something related to it.

But before I explain all that, let's first focus on where we left off with Joris explaining Grougalorasalar's deal to Yugo and Amalia.

I mean Yugo come on....

I get that Grougalorasalar is a hottie who likes to cause shitty problems for everyone due to his color but the only people in Yugo's race that ended up being big deals for the world were Yugo himself, Qilby, and their mother the Goddess Eliatrope. Three people aren't a lot to suddenly have the world's nations hate an entire race but when these very same three people are supposed to be two primordial eliatropes and their goddess, then yeah...you might have fucked up a bit too hard.

Joris agrees.

Omg yes, Joris hates his past tormentor, but even he thinks that he's right in a sense.

"Do what I tell you, not what I do."

PLEASE OMG HE COULDN'T HAVE SAID IT ANY BETTER‼️‼️‼️

I love how JORIS just soothes his tired eyes and describes Grougalorasalar in only a few words while clearly looking disappointed but not surprised.

Like THIS is literally Grougalorasalar's quote! If someone had to describe him in a few words, THIS WOULD BE IT.

He's such a hypocrite but in a way that makes him aware of his actions and yet doesn't give a shit cuz he's strong af and can do whatever the hell he wants. Running away isn't an option, this guy WILL DIE TRYING TO MAKE HIS POINT AND NO ONE WILL MAKE HIM THINK OTHERWISE.

The royal osamodas family needs to take some notes. Write these traits down, you inferior wannabe antagonists ✨️✨️✨️

Are we surprised? No lol

Well shit.

Guess that wave is coming after all.

LIKE OFC DADDY DRAGON LOVES FIGHTING!!! HE PROBABLY THINKS TALKING IT OUT IS LIKE THE MOST CORNIEST THING YOU CAN EVER DO.

What Joris said: "It would be best if the fight happened in his territory."

What Joris actually said: "Rasalar is gonna catch some bodies anywhere else. Fight him where he lives. Like that, he'll only ruin his own place."

😭😭😭😭😭😭

Seriously how big is Luis's extended archive room?????

They got a library that looks like an illuminated underground village, a small secret passageway that leads you to Joris's private room, and a freaking side room showcasing a board with connected maps and research on each of the primordial dragons' locations....

So in a nutshell, Joris is a hoarder, an analyst, a theorist, a lost media collector, AND a stalker lol

We stan Joris's messy lifestyle ✨️✨️

Makes sense, really.

The primordial dragons were born here with the world. So they originated in a certain beginning point of the world and made it their own place.

This would explain why we saw Dardondakal inside a floating rock in the middle of the ocean while being protected by invisible barriers. It was because that was his own "source location".

Oooooohh is Yugo gonna bring back the entire gang??? 🥰🥰🥰🥰 OMG WHAT IF THE REASON WHY TOT DECIDED TO MAKE SEVEN GREAT WAVE VOLUMES WAS BECAUSE WE'RE GOING TO SEE THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE TOFU REUNITING AGAIN!? This would actually be so cute. They would all end up going to one of those dragon locations together while getting into all kinds of problems just like they did back in Seasons 1 and 2! The idea sounds so nice to think about because come on, you're telling me you don't miss the gang solving problems together all around the world while they were getting closer to their goal? If that's what's going to happen, THEN SIGN ME UP!! We'll get to see them all interact with each other just like in the good old days, except that Pin and Elely will be there (without Flopin...). Or maybe they'd most likely have Goultard babysit them while the rest leave lol. It's better to have a iop babysitter for iops than anything else 😭😭 And Adamaï will most likely have to stay in the Sadida Kingdom for Yugo and Amalia's sake again 💀💀💀💀

But what I would really love most of all, would be to see these adventures WITH A GROWN UP YUGO HELL YEAH BABY ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

That is, IF Tot wants to bring back the old adventuring days lol

Yugo.

Yugo who did you give it to.

Last time we saw the Eliasphere, it had been kept in the Eliatrope goddess's garden during Yugo and Amalia's (unconventional) ceremony.

So like....Did Yugo move it around after a few days or was it because of Harebourg in season 5 fucking around and finding out?

Either way, there was a reason, and I think it must've been the latter. I think Harebourg might have been the cause. Because the Eliasphere had been kept in the garden since the sadidas and eliatropes knew that touching it could fuck them up. Which meant that none of them would be stupid enough to try to take it. Besides, the Eliasphere has a defense mechanism anyway. So maybe when Harebourg had fused with the Eliacube, he might have been capable of taking it during Season 5 (I'm only speculating here) without getting attacked by it since the artifact recognized Orgonax's heart inside Harebourg. After some fight with him, Yugo might've realized the danger of keeping the Eliasphere out in the open like this so he gave it to....

He decided to give it to....

Bonta.

So....queen Astra technically has it in her possession.

Like it's painfully obvious that it's Bonta who has it now, given that it zooms at Bonta's Kingdom as soon as Joris says that Yugo didn't give it to him!

At first, I was incredibly perplexed as to why Yugo gave it to Bonta's queens. But when I thought about it some more, the decision to give it to queen Astra...actually made some sense.

Before Season 4 came along, we've never actually seen the world nation rulers' opinions of Yugo and his people.

But when the necromes attacked and Yugo had to explain the situation to the rulers of the world, we were able to fully grasp what each of those kings and queens thought about him.

The Brakmar King and his general unsurprisingly hate him and his people (but I'm sure they initially started hating him first for making a mockery of their court justice, defending Kriss Krass, and creating a chain of events that would make their best boofbowl player enrage them for her gender reveal and making her fight for women's rights lol)

Astrub and Amakna's governors didn't even waste a breath and told him to scram.

And even the Sufokia Empress told him that he was being delusional.

Count Lance Dur hasn't been shown talking to them, but there are no clues hinting that he might have been given the task to keep the Eliasphere. Sure, he spoke to Adamaï and they did get along, but Yugo had no connection with him.

So in general, every single ruler specifically rejected him as well as his people.

All except for queen Astra.

Her conversation with Yugo ended much more differently.

Unlike the other rulers, Astra welcomed Yugo and even told him to stop kneeling so he could properly stand up. She told him this because according to her, he was also a ruler and had also saved the world countless times. She recognized his efforts and accepted him. Joris might have also played a huge factor in this since he does present himself as Bonta's representative which means that he tells Astra everything that's going on, including his moments with Yugo, making him one of the reasons as to why she is at ease around Yugo.

But the second Nora, a complete stranger, tries to stand up as well, Astra forbids her and commands her to stay kneeling. Even when Yugo tries to explain that Nora is his sister, Astra doesn't back down.

This is crucial to remember because this tells us that Astra believes in Yugo, but not his people. He's not a stranger to her. He's not a burden. He's a hero in her eyes and a king. But his people? She considers them to be strangers and outsiders of a world they had never been in. She finds them strange and dangerous.

And now that the Eliatrope goddess left with most of her children, this only leaves Yugo and some of the elite eliatropes who helped the sadidas during the necome war. Without the Eliatrope goddess's presence, Astra might feel less tense about Yugo's people since there aren't too many in the world now.

So given that she's the only royal in the world who seems to appreciate Yugo, this only pushes us to further believe that she might have been the one who is now in charge of keeping the Eliasphere in a safe place.

Remember how chapters 16-17 had these two morons just blatantly sitting down at Kerubim's place without any security???

Well here they are CASUALLY WALKING IN PUBLIC AS IF THEY WEREN'T ROYALS.

Is anyone around them not bothered by this??? I get that they might have not brought any security because they could technically kick ass very easily if something did happen, BUT COME ON NOW!!!

You got the literal SADIDA QUEEN WHO'S WALKING WITH THE ELIATROPE DEMIGOD KING FROM ANOTHER PLANET RIGHT NOW.

Back when they were kids, it was much easier to blend in with the crowd. BUT NOW THAT THEY'RE OFFICIAL HEROES AND RULERS OF A FREAKING KINGDOM, THESE TWO IDIOTS ARE STILL CASUALLY WALKING LIKE RANDOM CITIZENS AS IF THEIR JOBS ISN'T RULING A FREAKING KINGDOM AND GUARDING AN ANCIENT TREE OF LIFE.

Also why is no one stopping them or looking at them?? They're clearly walking in a busy road of the city, do these people seriously not recognize who they are??? They should at least be glancing at them for looking so out of place! My god these people are dumber than iops.

Amalia...Honey.

The trees are still technically there.

They just ended up being roofs now.

It's for a good cause, I swear ✨️✨️

Amalia's over here explaining the tree's deforestation process to Yugo while he's swimming (HAHA GET IT!?!?!?!?) in his own inner turmoil.

Alright people.

This is where we can finally discuss that yumalia tweet shower scene being linked to this chapter.

So I've mentioned that this shower scene could happen in a later volume because of what Yugo and Amalia will be discussing right now.

Yugo tells Amalia that he's pretty much grown tired from the constant threats and enemies they've had to fight back to back due to his actions/choices he has made in the past.

He's had enough and just wants to take a break from it all. He wants to spend those free moments with Amalia.

And he doesn't just want a vacation...

DRUMROLL 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

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GUYS I CALLED IT I FUCKING CALLED IT‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

THIS THIS WAS WHAT MADE ME WAIT FOR TOT TO FINALLY CONFIRM IT FOR US

I'VE BEEN WAITING AND I'M SO HAPPY I FUCKING CALLED IT SINCE SEASON 3‼️‼️‼️😭‼️😭

I am SO FUCKING GLAD that Elely's foreshadowing back in season 3 MADE ABSOLUTE SENSE!!!

I just knew that if we ended up thinking about potential yumalia kids for the future, WE WOULD GET TO FINALLY SEE THAT THEY COULD ACTUALLY MAKE SOME TOGETHER!!!

I get that when season 4 ended, we knew that these two would've eventually thought about having children since Amalia is the last of her bloodline and will have to produce a new heir.

BUT IT'S STILL SO FUCKING AMAZING THAT YUGO GETS TO SAY IT OUT LOUD RATHER THAN SEEING THEM KNOW WHAT TO DO WITHOUT SAYING IT OUT LOUD!!

Yugo. Buddy.

If Dally managed to have a kid WAY BEFORE MARRIAGE with Eva, then don't worry. You're both adults now. It's not too soon and definitely not too late. You lovable idiot.

ALSO WTF!?!? I'M PRETTY SURE THAT AFTER ALL THE IMPLIED SEX THEY HAD, SOME OF US HAD THIS THEORY THAT AMALIA MIGHT'VE BEEN PREGNANT WITHOUT REALIZING IT.

But nope. It looks like they used protection or something. But I obviously don't believe it lol Amalia would DEFINITELY want no barriers or restrictions between them. I guess she just got lucky enough not to have gotten pregnant so many times (it is possible because it does actually happen but it's so funny when you look at these idiots).

Yugo has so many enemies, and the one time he tells her he wants a family is right after they're getting threatened by a PRIMORDIAL DRAGON.

Bro has such shitty timing I swear lol

He's over here with clear eyebags asking her to have his kids 😭😭😭😭😭

Now as funny and stupid as that sounds, I'm honestly not that shocked.

I recently talked about this with @geekgirles because if there's one thing we can say about this interaction is this: Can you imagine how incredibly hard it is for an ancient adventurer to take a break from adventuring???

Yugo had MILLIONS of lives, and all of them had been about ADVENTURING.

The twelvians were incredibly pushy and judgemental to the point where Yugo's optimism just completely faded away, WHEN IT WAS ACTUALLY A HUGE PART OF HIS PERSONALITY. He's genuinely tired of everyone and everything that keeps pointing fingers at him when they haven't even looked at themselves in the first place.

It's not that Yugo's unaware of his situation. He's just so fed up with everyone that he just ended up getting used to all the attention as if those were normal occurrences.

That's why he just asked Amalia for his kids out of the blue. Bro isn't fazed about the danger anymore. He just treats this as a normal tuesday.

Guys.

This is where we'll get to see that mentioned shower scene that Ankama tweeted at Cathiane.

We've come to finally talk about what I meant by that tweet.

So if you saw it, you should know that Ankama, for some unfathomable reason, tweeted Cathiane and sent her a yumalia shower meme. Then Cathiane replies with... "Saw the notif and panicked...”

I bet that Yugo and Amalia will get to go on vacation and only fuck. Like straight up just fuck. And we'll get to see it. And one of these scenes will have that one shower scene.

Omg. I actually fully believe this to be the case.

This is gonna happen.

One of the future volumes (which Tot said that there will be seven in total) will just end up having all the chapters with BIG ASS LABELS IN RED WORDS SAYING "FOR MATURE AUDIENCE" like in chapter one lol

And there it is folks.

That kiss panel that we've seen being used as a sneak peak a few months ago for the second volume. Absolutely perfect 💖💖💖

[thehealerhairpin]

it was a bad idea to think she could get out of his serpent's grip .

it was a smart idea at first -- it seemed so great and grand . but with how she ended up -- it does not change a single thing . her idea and how she executed it might not be as well as she thought and planned it out -- but nevertheless , she will not end up in the hand of a man like him so willingly . no matter what , she will not end up in that same position again .

the atmosphere , the feeling of it all , tense , stiff , anxious , disturbed , and troubled .

as he came closer to her , it was dangerous . she knew , but she was in no position to really get away , her legs is sore after being pretty much throw down into this jail cell to trap here .. for who knows how long ? she still doesn't know how long will she be kept here for , days ? weeks ? months ? years ? longer ? her fate of being here depend and rely on him .. but as long as she should be able to refuse to eat all the food he [ might ] give her . she should be able to die before he knew it . she'll rather starve to death rather than be with someone as disgusting as him that would make her puke at the sight of seeing him every single torturing day .

being with him would feel more like torture than being trapped in this cell . at the very least she doesn't seems to have to see him every single day and every minute of that day . that'll be real brutal , that'll be the real torture .

as he gripped at her face pressing at the cheeks he slapped - it hurts , it stings , bad .. but her eyes never left his , he seems to be finding something within her pupils but all she will give back is that same defiance that she have been doing this entire time . going against every single delicate orders that came out of his mouth like she was some sort of mindless robot that'll follow at every word of his command . tsk , if he did wanted a mindless robot to follow him around and do things with , why doesn't he go buy an actual robot ? he himself is quite rich , isn't he ? horribly rich . he should be able to afford a robot or two . or does he simply likes to see the fear in his victim's eyes ? a sadist ? how truly greedy .

to want for something much more than you originally wanted and needed - how truly beyond saving . she do wants to see some sort of feeling in his eyes , he looked for it further and further , but all she could see was something she never saw in anybody before . pure cruelty , nothing but harsh crude truth thrown in her face that he was beyond saving . he was not something she should or could save , it was his own self and his own greed that lead him to this point .

grabbing at his wrist , it wasn't as harsh to call it gripping but enough to tell him that he needs to let her go , let her cheeks go , and let her out of this hell . but so far , there was no chance he seems to be giving up on her and pulling her back to put her where she belongs soon -- far enough she'll ended up just like all the other people that lived here , nothing but a mindless doll . but for now , she will not accept such treatment , such harsh and crude thing will not be happening to her anytime soon . she'll rather die than let a man like him take control of someone like her .

she is not one to be controlled like this . no , not anymore .

she maybe kind , she may not fight , she may be a pacifist . but that does not mean she will accept this unacceptable treatment .

" I don't need time I need you to go die in a ditch "

something she has ever said to anyone's face before , this was the first time she have spilled such toxic and horrible thing out of her lips .. it felt like it almost just slipped right out but oh so easily . he pissed her off , everything about him were a great turn-off . she does not want to see a face like his again .

His affection was far from genuine; it was an obsession—twisted and fundamentally wrong. It was a feeling that should never have been experienced by anyone. Like a serpent coiling around its victim, it offered warmth and comfort at first, only to constrict tighter and tighter until breath became a distant memory.

She was destined to be his wife—the ideal partner who would cater to his every whim and desire. Yet deep down, she understood she could never fulfill that role, not for someone who regarded her as nothing more than a lifeless doll.

His gaze sparkled with an intensity she struggled to comprehend as he peered at her through the bars of the cell. There was something unsettling in his eyes, a fervor that crackled in the air between them, almost palpable. It felt as if the very atmosphere was closing in around her, stifling and oppressive.

Regulus was so in love with her . It wasn't the kind of love she's read in fairy tales or heard in romantic songs . It was a love that was obsessive and all consuming . A love that was so intense it was almost painful to be around . A love that was not gentle or kind but rather something that was possessive and demanding . It was a love that was not healthy nor something she wanted to reciprocate .

He approached her with a softness that seemed to contradict his earlier rage, his hands moving to cup her bruised cheek with surprising gentleness. His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of submission, any indication that she understood her place in his twisted world. But she just stared back at him, her eyes full of rebellion and defiance. The silence in the damp cell was almost deafening, their breaths mingling in the stale air, the only sound the distant echo of his words.

"You will see." He murmured, his voice low and soothing."Everything will be better. You just have to trust me, to believe in me." His thumb traced the line of her jaw, the touch almost tender. It was as if he were trying to wipe away the fear and the pain with a simple caress, as if his touch could somehow heal the wounds he had inflicted.

But he could tell she didn't trust him, not for a single moment.

She seemed to know that his gentle words were just a facade, a mask hiding the monster beneath.

She could see the madness in his eyes, the hunger for control that consumed him. Her heart hammered in her chest, the beat echoing off the cold stones of the cell.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her cheek.

"You will be the crown jewel of my collection.” He whispered, his voice dripping with greed. "The pinnacle of perfection, a testament to my power and desire." His thumb moved to wipe away the tear that had escaped her eye, a gesture so intimate it made her skin crawl.

“You just need time to behave.”

[remnant-emblemeer]

Sylvain Jose Gautier you will never beat the depression allegations if you keep saying shit like this

[lazylittledragon]

Random thought/question: what would your Tavs/Durge and their significant others like... legit fight about? Not bicker, not argue, but actually get mad and say things they don't mean and have to cool off and talk about it later when calmer heads prevail and they're able to apologize without it sounding forced?

this is such a great question that i needed a whole 24 hours to think about it akdhdjhd

i think gale and cyra probably have small things blow out of proportion (because honestly. kids and work and Tired) and then a Lot of stuff they haven't talked about comes up and it ends with 'how the fuck did forgetting to change the bedsheets turn into This'

i actually feel like dorian and astarion are pretty good 90% of the time but sometimes one of them is in a bad place and is like 'i actually really need to be left alone with this thing right now and i don't want to talk about it' and maybe they're not always great at taking the hint

ashe and halsin have never had a fight ever

[weebsinstash]

Ya know on the concept of the multi mark situation in Invincible, be really funny if our mark didn’t know what he had till then.

Like, oh yeah, (y/n), a great ally and or friend, no romantic feelings. Then BAM, all these other Marks crying and proposing on spot because they loved their (y/n)s and lost them. That would probably freak og Mark out bcuz either he didn’t realize his feelings, or he was hiding them lmao

Mark on the FastTrack pipeline of "what the fuck why are you hitting on/trying to kiss my friend, ew that's gross, you're me and they're my friend we would never do that > what do you mean you two were happily married and it was the happiest you've ever been like what > ok so Reader is an amazing person in every universe ok ok I hear you but YOURE definitely not good enough for them > fuck it I gotta protect Reader because theyre so amazing bad people might wanna take advantage of them > ok maybe those guys didn't have the wrong idea because I'm literally going crazy at the idea of Reader with anyone else now and at the very very least I need them with me all the time so I can protect them"

After the fact Reader is now understandably skeptical around your own Mark and meanwhile he's just like "ha ha wasn't it so creepy how all those guys wanted to date/marry/fuck you, we would never do that haha unless??? 👀"

Mark becoming horribly paranoid because, well, if you're dead in every other universe, does that mean you're destined to die? He can't accept that! If this is the universe where he's really so different, then this must be the universe where he can save you! Those other Marks just did something wrong, and, if he works really hard and keeps an EXTRA close eye on you, he can change your fate, right?

Any little sniffle or cough and he's all but dragging you to the GDA to see a doctor, never leaving your side the entire exam, because what if you had some fatal illness and suddenly died? He doesn't want you fighting because, he doesn't know if the enemy has some special weapon or poison that can kill you?! Much to Cecil's frustration, Mark doesn't want you fighting PERIOD, not even the most mundane jobber. Then Cecil finds out just the slightest prodding and hinting that keeping Earth safe keeps YOU safe and suddenly Mark is flying around busting alien/criminal ass until he's ready to pass out and suddenly he's a lot more ok with it.

[namaeekaki]

✨️🌈MISS GOLDEN WEEK BIRTHDAAY! 🎨🖌️

Buggy can handle a bit more of debt. It's for a good cause. the happiness of his daughter art assistant

[bugwolfsstuff]

I will not take any Chiron slander

That centaur is blameless and tired.

The only criticism i agree with on him is the fact that he really shouldn't have made Percy tell Nico Bianca fucking died