#guys this is so fucking unhinged

[rooksamoris]

i want everyone to know that when i played twisted wonderland for the very first time and the option to take a character's hand came, i spent thirty minutes trying to figure out who my favorite was after skimming through everyone (at this point i had been reading translations in before the eng server went live) and then i found myself stuck at pomefiore staring down a certain blonde bob having mfer.

i saw this face standing beside vil and epel and thought to myself, "god why is he staring at me like that." originally, since i was not too far into the story via the translations, i was gonna go with jamil or kalim because i love my scarabia boys and like brown people unite or whatever, but rook was just staring me down like that. rook hunt, the man you are. i knew very little about him and yet my heart started racing. i decided to say 'you know what, fuck it. i need this man carnally for some odd reason.' and so i took his hand and rook ceremonial robes became my first ever card in the game.

now things have spiraled into me reading everything i can about him, collecting merch, thinking about him all the time, analyzing all of his cards, paying attention to vil when he says things like "rook you've bulked up for beansfest", giggling whenever i see something in french, deciding to go ahead in get my art minor because he made me miss art a lot, reading an ungodly amount of romantic arabic poetry, collecting khalil gibran's works because his writing reminds me so much of rook, painting him in oils and watercolors like its the nineteenth century and he is my long lost flame, deciding to do two master degree programs in history in literature, going ahead and studying french more seriously, and even writing sonnets/prose about him to turn in for my creative writing courses.

these unhinged screenshots exist because of his goofy ass. im so embarrassing wtf. he did this to me.

[lotus-pear]

charm stat at debonair ‼️‼️

[batmansbasement]

Batman, at a Justice League meeting: Everyone, meet Robin, he's my...er...sidekick. He will be aiding us today.

Justice League, in shock:

Superman: Batman, that is a child. Isn't he a little young to be involved in our type of life?

Batman, giving the most exasperated sigh anyone in the room has ever heard, and catching everyone off gaurd: Yes. Yes, he is. He's supposed to be in bed right now. I put him to bed three hours ago. Then I got to the Watchtower, and he was there.

The Flash: What, you mean a seasoned vigilante who's fought longer than this kids been alive couldn't catch him sneaking out? I call bull.

Batman, giving Flash the most tired glare any person has ever worn ever: You try and stop him

9 year old Dick Grayson, holding a taser (Bruce doesn't know how he acquired it), eating from a bag of lucky charms, and grinning from ear to ear at the flash: Try me Bitch.

Batman: *Sighs*

[baeshijima]

thoughts on being engaged to duke!sunday, the head of the oak family, an incredibly influential figurehead within society, the close subordinate of emperor gopher wood who brought him and his sister in and raised him like his own, and the villain who faces a tragic ending in a novel you recently finished — the very same one you just so happen to find yourself transmigrated into. he is as cunning as he is blinded, a trait which brought ruin to many in the empire, and one which ultimately brought ruin to himself at the hands of the protagonists.

as luck would have it, you became a barely mentioned side character from a marquis family, whose role was to be the villain's wife stuck in a one-sided love who, too, would get caught up in the tragedy alongside him. however, now that it's you who is stuck in this position, you're determined to try any means necessary to deter him from going down that path, all in an effort to escape your predestined doomed fate!

of course, you didn't expect it to be easy. the day of your arrival in this world was already the night before your wedding, so you had little time to prepare yourself for the nonchalance of your supposed family, how they viewed you as but a means — a tool — to boost their influence and prosperity, the dismissive mannerisms of the household servants, and the absolute beauty of a man you will be married to.

(seriously. the novel descriptions did not do him justice. he was like... like... like he was handcrafted by god himself! and not to mention his sister, robin, was the very epitome of an angel! perhaps you're destined to perish by the god-tier visuals instead...)

to say the least, the wedding ceremony went by quickly. safe to say you didn't spend the night; he was cordial and gentlemanly upon letting you know that he won't do anything until you're ready, that you can take this relationship slow, but somehow you ended up feeling a tad insulted. like, who leaves their newly wedded alone in a big cold bed as they walk out on their own? a sick bastard that's who!

well, whatever. it's not like you need nor want to consummate with him! besides, you have bigger things to worry about — things such as your impending death. and, of course, the only way to stop sunday that you can imagine working is by chipping away at his resolve bit by bit, and opening his eyes to reality.

he is a tragic character, one who cares more about the well-being of penacony and its people than anyone else, but was manipulated into getting his hands dirty in the emperor's stead. you knew this. you sobbed over his story, cursed out the protagonists, and even fought internet randos on novel forums about sunday's motivation and how,

no, he is not just a stupid villain. he is a complex character with flaws and humanity and was cruelly taken advantage of by someone he considered family. he was deceived through the suffering the emperor wanted him to see to make him easily manipulated, creating a rift between him and robin to have that prominent separation. you know what? maybe you're just a !%#@ who can't even #@?"% read properly!

and yet you still find yourself at a loss when faced with the walls he has in place. your initial efforts went as well as it possibly could have; you trying to earnestly help him, while he "kindly" dismisses your offers! well, "kindly" being more condescending since you could read between the lines of his mannerisms and amiable demeanour, but that's fine! you expected this! that just means you have to double down on your sincerity, get through to his heart (somehow), and help him realise humanity isn't as weak as he's led to believe!

you have three years until the novel's plot officially starts, and another year after that until your demise. that's plenty of time to get him to warm up to you!

it was easier said than done, but after your valiant effort and abundance of time put into this relationship, which admittedly you could do with some of that lost time back, you could give yourself a pat on the back with the progress you made! while you definitely could have done without a lot of the headaches, it's safe to say sunday has significantly warmed up to you in comparison to your wedding day. he now willingly eats all his meals with you with some real conversation, takes garden strolls with you in the early evenings, invites you out for dinner at a restaurant at least four times a week, hell he's even joked and laughed with you more frequently! but most importantly, he has begun asking for your opinion before finalising any decisions he is required to make. and he actually listens and considers your side! now, that certainly is the best outcome you could hope for after all this time, and it most definitely will help in your endeavour to save you both from the protagonists!

however, you've noticed he's been more... affectionate? well, at the very least he now willingly holds your hand when in private (not just in moments when you're in the public eye and he has to make sure the family's reputation is spotless), sometimes he will hug you out of the blue ("i just need to... recharge. you have a way of calming me down. i hope you don't mind." ...how could you say no to his supreme god-tier face card? that's just a losing battle you won't even bother fighting against.), oftentimes he opts to just gaze wordlessly at you (robin had mentioned over one of your tea times how it almost appears as though there is no one but you in the world when sunday gazes at you with, in her words, "the eyes of a man so deeply in love!" ...whatever that's supposed to mean...), but a more recent development has been his sudden interest in kissing you; well, more specifically giving you a kiss to the back of your hand or on your forehead — certainly not anywhere near the lips! (besides, he's probably just gotten comfortable with you, enough where he can freely act without judgement. nothing more, nothing less.)

well, either way, development is development! soon enough, the time for the main plot to start has arrived. it of course follows what you remember, from the organised balls to the protagonists meeting to the political aspects of it all. the only difference is sunday's less active involvement in all the schemes and the emperor's ploy. rather, he seems more focused on you and the future of your marriage and even displayed a sudden interest in your practically non-existent relationship with one of the foreign diplomats, aventurine— wait...

"[name]," he calls your name out so sweetly you nearly disregarded it as someone else he was talking to. well, perhaps you would have done had he not suddenly appeared before you, a tight-lipped smile tugging the corners of his lips as he steadily approaches you.

oh. he doesn't seem very happy, if his tense figure is anything to go by. you wonder if one of the nobles grated his nerves a little too much this time?

sunday comes to a halt a step away from you. "i don't like that... gambler being so close to you. it... it brings me a rather unpleasant feeling." there's a slight, trembling pause. not a moment later does he close the gap between you, one knee on the ground as he matches your seated height on the fountain rim, your hands gently enclosed in both of his.

you idly wonder if this is what robin meant by the so-called "eyes of a man so deeply in love" she constantly gushed about, for the way in which he gazes up at you is enough to render you breathless.

"tell me, [name]," he begins once more. there is an underlying desperation woven within his tone, one which has your head spinning and heart thumping wildly as his trembling gaze holds you in place. "tell me, what am i to do with this fervent love and overwhelming adoration i hold for you?"

oh.

...oh.

perhaps your impending doom should be the least of your concerns when you now find yourself in the arms of a clingy husband...

(though, it's safe to say you did, in fact, manage to prevent him from succumbing to his tragic fate! you just gained a loving, yet slight slightly emotionally challenged husband along the way.

well, you can help him work through it; you have the rest of your lives now to figure it out, after all.)

[duckysprouts]

in this entire multiverse, there’s very few versions of eren that’s well adjusted. here is one of them, and he is a normie dumbass who managed to bag mikasa. she never needed to awaken her ackerman powers but she kickboxes so she is very strong

i like to think this is a direct continuation of the canonical high school versions of them, so this is indeed a reincarnation of genocide eren but i guess he he’s sorta normal here (or maybe the weirdness is dormant since mikasa and armin keep him in check)

they are 18 and in university here

[benevolenterrancy]

I've finally started Thousand Autumns! I've barely cracked the cover but my first impression is that Yu Shengyan is hilarious and I love that he's just had this nonsense dumped on his lap by his absentee shizun

(obviously please don't tag spoilers I am literally just starting this series and am going in as a blank slate)

[silverquillsideas]

Chi Cheng got himself a feral little gremlin monkey in exchange for his dead snake I'm HOLLERING LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭😭

[alaritheaurora]

Petition to add Branzy to the Realm. He'd go so hard. He'd go crazy. He'd spend three days straight creating a super machine that maxed out every skill at once and also unlock the nirvana flight (despite it being disabled) and then while he's walking away from it he'd trip and fall into a creeper hole and lose all of his lives consecutively. Plus, it might motivate Clown to log on.

[cosmicmenacee]

i adore how cubfan can simultaneously be the most endearing and the most terrifying person to ever exist

[bbnomulaa]

his instagram actually makes me insane

[vivitalks]

liam, attempting to flirt: says the worst possible thing

everyone else: live slug reaction

[sincerelywhistler]

“who do you belong to?”

If I told you that Regulus’s design was inspired by shaggy old English sheepdogs would you believe me—

[miss-conjayniality]

MANIPULATIVE BOTTOM!SANGWOO RAMBLE…..

you can’t convince me sangwoo ISN’T a manipulative bottom.

look at the way he BEGGED onto his knees and cried like a pathetic little bitch to ali. and then performing a mfing STRIPTEASE to distract ali with the sight of his body because he knew he couldn’t one up ali’s intellect at the marbles game at that point in time. ali had already took the majority of his marbles and there was no way he was gonna get them back except for one way: sacrificing his dignity and his modest, reserved facade by choosing to show off his stupid, slutty little body and wielding visual seduction as a strategy to winning the game.

sangwoo totally had a crush on ali. he wished he had ali to himself. but he knew they were both doomed and that there was no hope for them. especially since ali was already a married man with a child. but this was a life-or-death situation. this was his last chance. he wanted ali to at least end his life on a spicy note. he didn’t want ali to die, but he also didn’t want him to die without confessing his feelings to him. but it was too late.

the only way sangwoo could actually make a move on ali was through the begging and stripteasing. every shred of his propriety was no longer found because he was confronted to show his real, raw, unmasked self for once - a libidinous, wanton man desperate for validation. the model student, the industrialist, the filial son….all those esteemed identities shattered at that very moment. even after ali’s death, he never left sangwoo’s mind. ali was the siren whose song of existence had tempted some of sangwoo’s deepest intrusive thoughts. letting go of ali was something he just couldn’t forgive himself for. despite already being at rock bottom, letting ali go only landed him even DEEPER into the murkiest pits of hell.

and not to mention. he surely had a crush on gihun too. as much as he appreciated gihun waxing poetically about his achievements, he shied away from the darker, licentious thoughts he had about him.

he knew how filthy his thoughts got when he let his guard down. he hated how his gaze would linger too long when gihun ran his hair through those sexy, tousled shaggy waves. sangwoo would never admit it, not even to himself, but there were nights he imagined gihun looking at him not just with endearment, but with pure carnality.

those arguments they had? he secretly got a thrill out of it. and he hated himself for it. he hated how much his lecherous thoughts went on and on about the ferocious things gihun is capable of doing to him. it was equal parts arousing and terrifying.

sangwoo was comforted by gihun’s nurturing and fun-loving temperament. but when gihun’s gentleness snapped, sangwoo would fantasize about gihun pinning him against the wall, fingers digging into his clothes, mouth hot and ruthless.

sometimes after an argument, when gihun would walk away breathing heavily, chest rising and falling under that thin shirt coated with sweat, sangwoo’s mind would betray him. he’d imagine grabbing him, pulling him close, and gluing his mouth onto his. not just out of love, but out of pure, unrelenting lust. sangwoo imagined being dominated, punished even, for all the deplorable things he’s done. maybe gihun was the only one who could.

and don’t even get me started with the recruiter hunny! 👀 LOOK AT HOW CUTE AND DESPERATE HE LOOKED IN HIS SLAP CAM! 🥺OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS. the recruiter slapping him must’ve been so cathartic for him. he was grateful to see that someone could see through his industrious, white-collar persona. the recruiter was the only one at that point in time who knew of sangwoo’s true nature. he purposely performed badly at the ddakji match with him so he could receive some free slaps from him.

and the moment he had won the prize money, all he wanted was to be the recruiter’s personal harlot. yes, of course he was a filthy gold digging slut desperate for money to the point where he’d commit white collar crimes for it. however, he was also a nymphomaniac who dreamt of getting objectified. and the recruiter just so hit his sweet spot (no pun intended) of bridging the two worlds together and giving him money in exchange for ddakji matches and rough sex that included slaps.

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Y'all-

Is Sylus's necklace supposed to be MC's aether core heart?! Like it's obv not an exact heart, but it's got that vague shape you see in a lot of interpretive art.

Did everyone else realize this already and I'm just slow af? Bc I noticed this today during the tete-a-tete and I'm kind of shooketh rn

[relicsongmel]

Me playing AAI2 but only when it's gay (volume warning throughout)

[svtskneecaps]

honestly foolish's character walking the slightly meta line of "oo this'll be fun content" makes him feel like that marvel immortal character who is only immortal as long as he doesn't get bored (and was played by jeff goldblum in the movies). like idk why but the more i see of foolish's rp the more solidified the comparison gets in my mind.

like it's kinda cool for a headcanon ngl and also it means i'm not really surprised pikachu-ing when, say, he flips a coin to decide whether to rat out his son-in-law, or climbs into an incubator of corruption crystals, or doesn't ENTIRELY kick owen out of the kingdom. it's not that he doesn't CARE, but..... well, wouldn't it be interesting? don't you want to know what would happen?