#but are they even enemies😭??

[lostsyren]

The whole riara thing being classified as enemies to lovers never really resonated with me, because are they even really enemies? Like that’s a wild overstatement imo.

Like she is NOT on his mind at all. He doesn’t hate her, he doesn’t like her, he literally just doesn’t care about her.

The notion that they’re both consumed by this visceral hate of one another confuses me so much because Kie is just acting the same way all the other pogues do when they interact with Rafe (afraid of what he’ll do whilst also being incredibly pissed off at him). I suppose Rafe does treat her differently to the others, but idk, I saw it more as Rafe being like “oh look she’s a girl I can make her feel another level of uncomfortable”.

The reason I dislike them is not because I don’t “get” enemies to lovers (which is crazy thing to say– just cuz you don’t like ONE ship in a particular trope??)…I just think that Rafe feels indifferent about her…she’s just there. I feel he views all the pogues like that tbh– it’s a very one sided beef. Aside from like John B, because he blames him for Ward’s death.

And Kie just hates him because he’s a literal murderer. I don’t see the romantic or sexual tension between them✋😬🤚

Their scenes are just odd because I feel Rafe flits from really icky, or smarmy if he wants something and Kie just looks at him like: 😐… so this supposed “tension” is really lost on me

[glitchgh0sty]

AhHA! Finally gotchu! *quietly slides mimics au sketches across the forest floor* 🫶^u^

Extra sneakiness ✨:

- Hey Glitch,, whatcha. *cough* Doin over there??

- ,,Keferoning … - I think.

[electric-plants]

i do appreciate how we went from the trailblazer being like ‘so you don’t get along🤔’ when first seeing mydei and phainon meanwhile phainon was all :3 in the background and now we’ve had phainon being like ‘so me and this guy get along??😧’ when first seeing mydei with the trailblazer all :3 in the background real full circle payback moment

[lostintheljghts]

jannik telling straight away that those doubles couples where imposed to them by the organization 😭😭

jannik out there being both a diva and a menace

[just-some-user-hunny]

literally kicking my feet giggling whenever there's mention of reader not being made for the cold like Nikto, I'm from a desert so I just imagine him having this almost panicked assumption of slight chill = dying, tho he'd definetily have that even if you're from a consistently snowy region too, he's so stressed I love him

Hehehe yessss, I love yapping about it because the dynamic is so cute 2 me :(

He'll always make sure you're wrapped up warm whenever the weather is even slightly cold. Even when you complain or whine about him being a tad overdramatic, especially when he slides one of his thermal long sleeved tops over your head. Or him carefully manhandling you onto your back and dragging your ankles up to rest on his chest as he rolls a pair of thermal socks onto your feet, petting and stroking your shins in silent apology. But he won't stop though, he's determined to keep his dear one as warm as possible. The thought of you shivering or being in discomfort stresses him out. I also think he'd definitely believe in old wives'tales like going outside with wet hair will make you sick, so he'll hand dry it himself before letting you leave.

And during chilly nights, he makes sure you're as warm as possible. Usually he allows you to manoeuvre him around like a big teddy bear when it comes down to settling down for sleep, letting you nudge and pull his thick heavy limbs around till you're happily snuggled against him. But now he's pulling you to him till you're skin to skin it's the best way to get warm, trust him whilst tugging the duvet up around your ears till you're hidden. Now only a lump under the covers, tucked against your massive partner whilst his hand rubs up and down your back to soothe you to sleep. You swear he keeps the room a little chilly by cracking the window open just a tad, just so he can keep you like this. But then again, he does have a bit of a preference for sleeping in a cold room whilst snuggled in a cozy bed.

[fishareglorious]

with the fact that limited characters (jiu, lucy, anjo nala, liang yue) are all non-arcanists and there's been rumors hanging around that enigma & ulrich have the same code label that were also the indication for npcs that became playable characters (lucy, kakania), I think bp is building up one of them to become at limited at some point in time.

[aejiee]

Day 1 of fanart of characters of media I never got into 🙏

[mwagneto]

playing kcd as a hungarian who knows a LOT abt the history of that specific era and also speaks german was literally so fucking funny it's like every reference in it was written for me specifically like half the time i was pointing at the screen going YOOOO THEY GOT [historical figure noones ever heard of] IN HERE

[torchickentacos]

I don't get why vampires are always getting themselves involved in intricate villain plots and getting killed. Like, you've made it this far into your conditional immortality by minding your business, why not just keep doing that 😭

[yogorlhilanne]

I like the fact Sunday canonically has OCD but unfortunately, most people have probably forgotten that trait about him.

While OCD and being a perfectionist are really two different things, I think both of those traits fit Sunday.

Listen.

(OCD) Sunday does EVERYTHING in his power to keep things in HIS control and I think the obsessive mindset to having everything in his control triggers his compulsiveness to do what he thinks is "right" to meet that certain obsession or else some bad will happen (EX: Penacony being destroyed or Robin will die)

(Perfectionist) If Sunday doesn't meet his goals or fuel his obsessions, then he thinks he's failing the legacy of the Oak Family/Penacony. And if he fails, he is wasting what Gopher Wood had told him that will bring joy to the Family and Penacony. Which then TRIGGERS his obsession more and then causes his impulsive actions more until he is officially satisfied with the result.

And it's just a repeating cycle of doing his best, not being enough to reach or fuel that obsession/goal, and doing more until he is actually satisfied.

And with the fanfics on ao3 that have that tag that says "Sunday has OCD" but don't even put actual effort on show he has OCD is so saddening.

I really recommend finding videos on YT about OCD, they're really helpful and give quite a big picture on what OCD actually is and how it affects people IRL.

Also condone your own research about OCD too!

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

I Do

Part 2

TW: Blood, bruises, and some angst

Ya girl has some off-days from college, and she's decided to use em. Missed y'all < 3

The villain's gloved fingers drummed impatiently on the table, his dark shadow looming over the hero with a promise of danger.

"What's it going to be, Hero? I sell those codes to Supervillain? Or you comply with our little agreement?" His tone was perfectly calm, eerily so, his eyes impossible to read behind the domino mask, but he still emanated danger, his lips drawn together in a tight line.

It was cruel calling it 'their' agreement because the hero had no hand in this. The suggestion had left her more shocked than angry, still reeling from the villain's words.

"Marry me," he'd said in a commanding tone. Like any other choice would've been the wrong answer, tilting her chin upwards ever so subtly.

And the hero held his gaze, transfixed, gasping and laughing and hoping this was nothing but a fever dream.

"Wha-" the hero choked out incoherently.

The villain had let go of her face, his hands resting on the top of her chair. "I can repeat it as many times as you want me to," he stage-whispered against the shell of her ear, his tone gentle and dangerous all at once.

"But, I don't understand. What could you possibly gain from this of all things? You despise me, Villain." She truly couldn't process any of what she was told, the mere idea of being tethered so bindingly to her worst enemy leaving her mind an ineffective, nervous wreck.

The villain huffed out a rough laugh, very genuine and horribly cruel. "Oh, but I do despise you. Very much. I despise how defeated and humiliated you left me in front of half the city . Despised the fact that you got me locked up. Despised how for the very first time, I actually felt like I lost the game, and I'm a rather sore loser, you know." The villain's demeanour was eerily calm, his shoulders straight, his resting face showing nothing but a placid neutrality as he turned to stand in front of the hero, but it was arguably more terrifying, more unpredictable.

"I just want to see you as defeated as I've been, Hero. Bound so intimately to your worst enemy, your greatest nightmare. If you do this, it means admitting to me, and more importantly, to yourself, that the only option you have is bending to my whims," he crooned, his lips curling into a wicked smirk.

The hero wanted to scream, to kick the villain in the teeth and watch the blood trickle down his lips and the bruising dye his skin a grotesque purple. She wanted to think of a clever solution that left the man's face contorted with a strange mix of hatred and respect, to blow his plan up in his face. Anything that would spare her this hell.

"Did I mention you have exactly five minutes to decide?" he piped up casually, examining his nails.

The hero swore and the villain let out a half-snicker. This was madness. A death sentence that would last for the rest of her life. And it didn't matter if she said no, if she undid whatever she could of the havoc those codes would wreak in Supervillain's hands. The conviction so heavily saturated in the villain's tone, the way his jaw clenched and his fists tightened was more than enough proof that he would spread more chaos, spark more fights, destroy an endless array of things and lives until she gave in to him.

The villain loved control like he loved the air he breathed, even more so, like a drug that left him intoxicated and lusting for more.

If she didn't listen, she was sending everyone she cared about, sending the city, the whole world if the villain had it his way, to hell.

The hero sucked in a measured breath, reading the contract word for word, from the title to the fine print, scouring it for a loophole she could use, for any more tricks up the villain's sleeve, just to find nothing. She tried to relax her tensed shoulders, her grip merciless on the pen in her erratically shaking hands, every curve and line of the letters of her name feeling like a blade was slicing through her heartstrings like how one would rip a stalk; slowly, unevenly, time seeming to slow down and the world seeming to freeze for a moment that felt like a thousand years and then some.

The villain didn't smile or laugh or let any display of emotion etch itself onto the harsh lines of his features. He nodded curtly instead, snatching the paper and folding it into a square and tucking it in a well-concealed pocket of his suit. "The cruelty only ends here," he attested, his voice tight and no longer playful, the way it was whenever he promised something.

The hero nodded, swallowing the humiliation at the back of her throat, even though she wasn't inclined to believe him.

"There's a ceremony. Nothing very insane, just you, me and an officiator. This is just a contract, not a marriage certificate, even if we both know which one of those is more binding. You'll show up today, if you know what's good for you, heroine."

The hero wasn't sure when she was up on her feet and slapping the villain harshly across the face, blood spurting from his mouth and staining his perfectly straight teeth, as he only grit them into a manic grin, shaking with a hoarse cackle as he wiped the blood of his face "Is that how you treat your husband, my dear? Do they forget to teach you manners at the hero agency?"

The hero was too dazed with rage to speak, trying to mar the villain's visage with another rough blow to it, until he caught her hand with an iron fist. "I said I'd never hurt you for nothing, but not that I'd let you do to me what you please without consequence. So play nice, darling." The villain let go of her arm slowly, the bruises he left in his wake more than enough of a warning.

The second he left, the hero didn't cry as she thought she would, she didn't scream, she didn't destroy everything around her or rip through her hair. Instead, she slid down against the wall, expressionless but breathing hard, her lungs hungry for air that seemed so unfairly little, her heart playing songs of anxiety and fury and sorrow every horrible emotion she'd ever known.

She was marrying the villain. Marrying the villain, and she couldn't do a thing about it. Marrying him and no one would come to save her.

Sometimes being a hero means saving the whole world except yourself.

✨️Timeskip✨️

Sure enough, the villain was there in a tailored suit, in front of his house her new prison, where he'd told her to show up, the officiator standing with a solemn expression on his face.

The villain wasn't supposed to be handsome, the dark brown hair she was normally used to seeing messy and caked with blood slightly damp with gel and mostly hanging in loose, luscious waves, his eyes a dazzling green-blue, long, dark lashes framing them in a way that put the best kinds of kohl to shame and his cheekbones sharp and high-set, the split on his lip hardly distracting from the rest of his appearance. It was so unbelievably stupid, so inconsequential, and yet the hero hated him even more for his tantalisingly beautiful features, for the way his grin would've fooled her into thinking he truly was in love, if she didn't notice how it didn't reach up to his eyes.

The hero hadn't paid any mind to whatever the officiator had said until it was her turn to say 'I do', flashing the villain a terribly fake smile that wasn't half as charming as his, but it would have to do as she slid a simple platinum ring on his finger, and he slid a diamond ring onto hers.

"Let's go," the villain said when they were finally done, gently taking the hero's gloved hand in his and leading her up the stairs and into the mansion.

The heroine was not one to admit defeat and snap in half in the fashion that a twig would. Many a battle would need to be lost for a victory in the war, many a sacrifice would have to be made for a greater reward. She would take the pain like stone would take a blunt pickaxe, just to twist a knife in the villain's chest when he least expected. Because history forgets everyone but those who laugh the last.

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[crystallizsch]

i think watching that ghost ballroom dancing scene from anastasia as a kid is what altered my brain chemistry forever

it's a really beautiful scene paired with the song ,,,

[expiredsoda]

@team-avia drawing these characters sure make me even more attached to em now lmaooo

anyway love these two, straight up end game material..

[kacievvbbbb]

Nobora deserved to be mentored by Yuki actually. They are the same breed of person Nobara would fucking hate her (lovingly)😭. But would latch onto her like a fungus. She’s think she was so cool and then yuki would open her mouth asking her what she prefers in a woman and she’d flash back to Todo and his weirdness and be done 😭

They have a similar loud boisterous will kick your face in if you dare say they aren’t cute personality but I do think that Yuki could have really helped Nobora grow out of her almost borderline apathy towards the general public. Because I think they had the opposite problems. Yuki got lost in the big picture spent so much time trying to cure it all she stopped being able to see the individual while Nobara is so lost in the weeds all she can see is the individual and unless she cares about them she only saves them because that is a consequence of her job. Nobara for all she hates them is in some ways just as small minded as the people from her hometown.

God also they have a similar application of their curse technique Yuki kicks around her shikigami and Nobara hammers her nails. They are insane in the same way. There is actually so much she could have learned from Yuki and it breaks my heart that we didn’t really get to see Yuki or Nobara develop as characters or even really be characters in the story. Because their major fights are so bad ass and they are so insane. And god they needed more 😭.

[momochimchim]

SOMEONE PLS GET ME OUT OF THIS INFATUATION AAAAA HELP

[celuere]

Been procrastinating my finals for weeks now and suddenly it‘s just one month away and I still haven’t done anything sobbing knowing me I won’t get my ass up for another three weeks and end up having a meltdown that will render me useless and emotionally unavailable for three business days WHO‘S READY

Also off topic but do you know that feeling when you’re heavily overstimulated? Everything is too loud, too bright, too full, too suffocating and then there is just this one person who can’t shut up about it like I get it girl😭 i look like the dead on two legs, I‘m in a miserable mood, I don’t talk to anyone outside of patients and I’m barely eating but I need you to stop trying to get through me when I’m clearly not in a well enough condition to communicate with you on a proper level DAMN.