#lessons in rule-breaking

[beccawise7]

3 a.m. Thoughts. 💜🖤

[bonsiii-art]

hello I’d like to know how did u find ur art style. I am not really satisfied my current one and want to improve it, but idk where to start. Tyyy <3

Hiii! I think the simplest way I can explain how I formed my present style is I looked at the work of the artists I admire, I took note of what I liked about their process, and I try to implement that to my own drawings, adjusting it to my own tastes. :>

Because art style is all about aesthetics and experimentation, which is why some artists completely change up their style, even if, to us, they already had a 'perfect' look to their art. Like me specifically, I enjoy manga-style art, black lines, no colors so I focus on doing my lineart like that the most! I'm not like my inspos one-to-one, but my attempts to do so make my work unique in that way. I even have a whole moodboard on pinterest dedicated to my 'dream' artstyle so I can look at it to hype myself up and learn from! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[stillnightcreatives]

In middle school I had no friends because I was depressed from gender dysphoria and didn't take care of myself... and yet I was incredibly kind and meant no harm. Our school system teaches stereotypes and promotes a toxic social hierarchy. There is no top or bottom but a complex mixture of colors. We are not creating structure in our society, we are creating a nation full of socially anxious followers. - Nickel Stillnight

[mage-witha-glock]

People's perception of Zorian is so funny because it's generally: He's a little mean but he's harmless :) Cares a lot about his studies.

Meanwhile you have Zorian who is in deep with government and cult plots, has multiple criminal contacts in the black market, has killed many people, and is not above dismembering people if he decides the need has arisen.

[steelthroat]

If my prof ever decides to ever speak about her experience with my academy, it would probably be an international gaffe.

Which I kind of hope that happens because something bad has to happen for the Direction(useless bucnch of people) to wake tf up...

[margindoodles2407]

What was your parents’ view on Harry Potter?

So. Way back before I actually read the books they- especially my mom- were a little on the fence about it. However once I actually got into it they were fine with it, and I would even say approve of it and are actively encouraging my siblings to read it now.

I think it has a lot to do with the ability to distinguish fiction from reality- like, they know that the magic in the HP universe isn't actually tied to real-world practices of witchcraft, and I think they trusted me enough to be able to make that distinction too, especially since I've got a good relationship with them and they knew I'd come to them if I had any questions or if anything didn't sit right.

I know that, besides the whole magic thing, there were also complaints raised by a few parents about the kids doing too much rule-breaking, but again, I've always been a well-behaved kid who knew that if a rule was in place there was probably a reason that involved keeping me safe, so I don't think they were very worried about that, either. Especially since- and, again, this is where being able to separate fantasy from reality comes in clutch- the rules that Harry, Ron, and Hermione would break were situations I literally would never be in, ever, in my life, because I do not go to school in a magical castle, nor is there an evil noseless dark wizard trying to murder me.

[americanrecord]

Good morning, Kelsey!! How was yesterday? I hope today is wonderful!!

hi, ashley!! happy thursday!!

yesterday was fine, i just made my job spreadsheet and had some time to myself because everybody else was at work!! anyway, tmi warning for sickness?? day was going really nice….until….like midnight-ish, in which case i got theeeee worst stomach ache of my LIFE. i eventually fell asleep around 1-something & woke up at like 3 because my stomach still hurt. i ended up laying on the bathroom floor because i was so dizzy i almost passed out (this has never happened from a stomach ache like …ever. i don’t get dizzy often). anyway, so i then crawled back into bed, and somehow the worst part hasn’t even started yet, because then i got nauseous. and you know me, and u know my biggest fear (besides spiders) is throwing up 😭 literally haven’t thrown up since i was 7.

(well, actually, back to 0 days since i last threw up) but anyway, i called my aunt who was somehow already awake at 3:30 and then i just proceeded to want to KILL MYSELF for the next like 2.5 hours. literally as terrible as i remember it being. and the worst part?? i’m not sick 😭 it’s the food issues!!! i think it was the coffee i had coming back to haunt because it was just like acid & mostly dry-heaving. idk why i’m telling u all this but ummm, it was so so terrible. i will now NOT be playfully trying any of the foods i’m not supposed to eat because legitimately top 3 worst experiences of my life.

anyway…now i’m laying in bed. i was up from like 3-6 and had to fall asleep sitting up, which was…weird and kinda impossible, so i’m just chilling. idk what i’m gonna get up to today.

how are you? how was yesterday? hopefully, better than my night!!

[anothermonikan]

Man high school was fucked up. You ever think about that. Thank fucking god I'm not in high school anymore

[beccawise7]

You are an amazing human being. Never underestimate the impact you have had and will continue to have in our beautiful world. ✌️

~beccawise7💜🖤

[mandoalorian]

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

If This Is War, I Surrender | New Avenger!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader series

18+ explicit content * indicates chapters with smut word count: 77,000> summary: you wanted revenge. he became the reason you hesitated. he was the ghost from your past—the one who took everything. but getting close to him meant playing a dangerous game. and somewhere between hating him and pretending not to care, you forgot the one rule you swore you'd follow: don't fall for the enemy. SERIES IS MARKED AS ONGOING.

00 if this is war, i surrender | 01 where you end, i begin | 02 a body to break against | 03 lessons in hurt | 04 his body, her fury | 05 red, white and blue | 06 seven minutes in hell | 07 all that we carry | 08 reflections of doom | 09 multiverse on fire, and you in my arms | 10 the night we stole the stars*

Congress & Carnality | Congressman!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader series

18+ explicit content * indicates chapters with smut word count: 100,000> summary: as the dedicated personal assistant to congressman bucky barnes, you’ve spent years keeping things strictly professional—until one heated night shatters the boundaries between you. what was meant to be a fleeting lapse spirals into an undeniable pull, tangled with secrecy, power, and unspoken emotions. but while you fight to keep things professional, bucky is falling fast, and resisting him might just be the hardest battle yet. SERIES IS MARKED AS COMPLETE.

00 meet cute | 01 after hours* | 02 mile high club* | 03 classified desire* | 04 the perfect fit* | 05 the art of pretending* | 06 dangerous liaisons* | 07 in too deep* | 08 brooklyn baby* | 09 echos of hydra | 10 the cost of freedom | 11 between love and war* | 12 trending for you* | 13 the internets boyfriend* | 14 under his claim* | 15 the making of a king* | 16 the spaces between us* | 17 parallel paths | 18 a new dawn | 19 in this moment, forever* | 20 happily ever after* | 21 epilogue*

One Shots

to be known [13+]

timeless [13+]

sweet like plums [18+]

crimson fever [18+]

the mechanic's girl [18+]

speak now [13+]

taste of you [18+]

ride to you [18+]

four hearts ablaze [18+] (bucky x steve x sam x f!reader)

so high school 18+

emerald nights 18+

i am gonna grow wings 13+

to be yours 18+

let down and hanging around 13+

[misstycloud]

Yandere bully x f. reader

{He’s not a bully towards reader.}

Yandere bully who is the terror at school. No one want to be close to him in fear of being his next target. People are afraid of even looking at him, thinking it will trigger his bully-instincts. No one wants their head shoved down the toilet, their books thrown in the fountain or getting shaken down for cash.

Yandere bully who is, despite your reluctance, you friend. The two of you are neighbours and childhood friends. You often sigh whenever he will go on about his latest victim and the ‘funny’ expressions they made when scared. He truly thinks it was hilarious. You truly don’t know how he got this bad.

Yandere bully who targets anyone who’ll talk to you for more than five minutes. Who are they and why do they think they have any right to be near you? It seems he’ll simply have to teach them a lesson or two.

Yandere bully who smirks in sadistic delight as his victim crawls on the ground like the worm they are. Don’t they know that worthless insects shouldn’t go masquerading as something else in order to get close to a butterfly? Their pleas for forgiveness fall on deaf ears. They shouldn’t have talked to you but they did it anyway. It’s their own fault. The entire school knows you belong to Yan. Bully and to stay away of face the consequences. Just follow the rules and you’ll be fine and dandy!

Yandere bully who is a completely different person with you. There are no traces of the cruel, sadistic bully whenever he’s in your presence. Although, he can still be a bit cranky and leave a mean comment to anyone he deems deserves it.

Yandere bully who treats you like a real princess- his princess to be more exact! He buys you gifts like stuffed animals, puts the small candies he knows you adore on your desk and writes you cute notes with a bunch of compliments on them. If others had knowledge of the extent he’d go for you they all be shocked. Does this vicious bully really have enough human in him to care for someone else? Seems unlikely. He’s a total monster in others eyes. He’s nothing more than a rude, condescending, sadistic freak who would love nothing more than to torment you- that’s who he is to everyone but you.

Yandere bully who you know you should break of contact with. Though you’ve never seen it(which is a conscious decision on his part), you’ve heard of the things he does to other people. He has never done anything bad to you but he doesn’t really hide his hideous deeds either. It’s a struggle. Especially since your families are close as well. They’d never believe you if you told them the stuff he’s up to. The same as you, he also plays ‘sweet angel’ with your families. They simply believe he’s nothing more then a (slightly) overprotective friend who’s hopelessly in love with you (yes, they all know about his feelings towards you, he’s told them in hope of getting support from both sides and it worked).

Yandere bully who you can never get rid of. He’ll be around every corner waiting for you. Even your families think it’s a fantastic idea for the two of you t be together. It would be such a sweet story; two childhood best friends who, throughout their growth, develop strong feelings for each other! It’s often that someone asks whether the two of you are dating yet, to which you sigh and he lets out a warm chuckle, saying ‘hopefully soon.’

Yandere bully who is not above threatening others’ lives if you refuse him. He’ll use these disgusting filths as leverage and make their lives hell (as if he wasn’t doing that already) unless you date him- specially with marriage as the end goal. By the end of the day, people would be begging on their knees for you to just love him back already. If you just dated him then they wouldn’t be in so much pain.

Please, don’t force him to him hurt others.

[theskywithin]

Birth Chart Breakdown- Pluto in the Houses: The Phoenix Within

Pluto does not whisper, it pulls you into the fire, strips you of illusion, and demands your rebirth. It is the shadow that follows you until you turn to face it, the destruction that clears the path for something greater. It rules the unseen forces of life, power, fear, control, surrender, transformation, and wherever it falls in your chart, that is where you will be undone and rebuilt, not once, but again and again.

This is not an easy journey. It is one of deep pain, soul-stretching lessons, and the courage to lose everything you thought you were, only to rise stronger. Pluto’s gift is not gentle, but it is profound: true power, the kind that cannot be taken, because it is born from within.

🌑 Pluto in the 1st House You are not who they told you to be. You have spent your life walking through fire, burning off the masks, shedding the layers of expectation, standing in the ruins of who you once were. Pluto in the First House forces you to confront yourself, raw, unfiltered, unbreakable. Others may fear your intensity, sensing the weight of your presence, the depth behind your eyes. You have walked through the storm of identity crises, of feeling unseen, of being too much and yet never enough. But this journey is about self-sovereignty, about reclaiming every fragmented piece of yourself and forging a presence so undeniable that even silence speaks your name.

💎 Pluto in the 2nd House What happens when everything you built your security upon crumbles? You have known loss, not just of money or possessions, but of self-worth, of believing you had to prove your value. Maybe you grew up feeling that love was conditional, that your worth was measured in what you could give, do, or achieve. Pluto in the Second House strips you of false securities, forcing you to find your foundation within. The world may take your riches, your titles, your comforts, but what you build from within is untouchable. True power is not in what you own, it is in who you are when you have nothing left but yourself.

🖋 Pluto in the 3rd House Your mind is a battlefield, thoughts that haunt, words that wound, truths that refuse to stay buried. Maybe you grew up silenced, told your ideas were wrong, or that your voice was not meant to be heard. Maybe your own mind has been your captor, replaying the past like an unbreakable loop. But Pluto here asks: What if your words are not chains, but keys? Your thoughts hold the power to create, to destroy, to shift reality itself. When you stop fearing your own voice, when you speak the truth no matter how it shakes the room, you will understand, language is magic, and yours was never meant to be quiet.

🏚 Pluto in the 4th House The walls that were meant to shelter you may have instead imprisoned you. Pluto in the Fourth House means home was not always safe, that family left wounds too deep for time to erase. You may carry the weight of generations, unspoken pain, inherited fear, patterns repeating like a song you never meant to sing. But Pluto does not let you stay trapped in the past. You are meant to break the cycle, to be the one who chooses healing over history. The home you came from does not define you, the home you create within yourself does.

🎭 Pluto in the 5th House There is a masterpiece inside you, a passion so deep it terrifies you. But do you dare to show it? Pluto here makes creativity a battlefield, maybe your art, your love, your joy was once criticized, stolen, or made to feel like it wasn’t enough. Love may have been a battlefield too, intense, intoxicating, but always leaving you breathless and burned. But the truth is, your essence was never meant to be hidden. Pluto asks you to reclaim your voice, your art, your desire to be seen, not for approval, but because you exist, and that is enough.

🛠 Pluto in the 6th House You cannot run from yourself forever. Pluto in the Sixth House makes the body a mirror, every unhealed wound, every suppressed truth manifesting as exhaustion, as illness, as the feeling that no matter how much you do, it is never enough. You have lived through cycles of burnout, pushing yourself to the edge, thinking that to be worthy, you must be useful. But Pluto demands transformation, not through overwork, but through healing. Rest is rebellion. Nourishing yourself is power. Your purpose was never to be consumed by labor, it was to rise, whole and radiant, into the life that was meant for you.

🤝 Pluto in the 7th House Love, to you, has never been gentle. It has been intense, consuming, the kind that leaves you altered, the kind that feels fated. Pluto in the Seventh House draws you to relationships that feel like mirrors, showing you your shadows, your fears, your deepest wounds. But this is not a punishment, it is the path to learning true intimacy. Not the kind built on power struggles or control, but the kind where you stand fully in your truth, unafraid of losing those who were never meant to stay.

🌑 Pluto in the 8th House You have met the abyss and survived it. You have seen endings that came too soon, trusted hands that later betrayed, felt the earth shake beneath you only to realize you were the earthquake all along. Pluto in the Eighth House forces you to face death, not literal, but the kind that leaves you forever changed. It asks you to surrender, to let go of control, to trust that loss is not the end, but the beginning. You were not meant to live on the surface. you are here to dive deep, to understand the hidden, to emerge from every ending stronger than before.

🚀 Pluto in the 9th House Once, you thought you knew. Then Pluto came, and tore down every belief you had, leaving you stranded between the past and the unknown. Maybe it was a crisis of faith, a journey that changed you, a mentor who made you question everything. Pluto here forces you to seek your own truth, not the one given to you, but the one you discover in the wreckage. This is the path of wisdom, not certainty, but curiosity, the kind that never stops asking, never stops seeking, never stops growing.

🏆 Pluto in the 10th House The world sees your ambition, your drive, but what they don’t see is the weight you carry, the sacrifices made, the moments you almost gave up. Pluto in the Tenth House makes success a trial by fire, careers lost and rebuilt, reputations shattered and restored. You were never meant for an easy path, you were meant to forge a legacy, one built on authenticity, not just achievement.

🌎 Pluto in the 11th House You have stood on the outside, searching for where you belong. Pluto in the Eleventh House forces you to leave behind shallow connections and align with those who truly see you. Betrayals may have taught you that not all friendships are forever, but they also led you to your true community, the ones who stand beside you, not for status, but for truth.

🌌 Pluto in the 12th House You carry worlds inside you, dreams, intuition, secrets buried so deep even you forget they are there. Pluto in the Twelfth House is the final surrender, to the unknown, to the divine, to the parts of yourself that cannot be controlled, only embraced. Let go. Trust the darkness. You are not lost. You are becoming.

[acid-ixx]

blind to the love which gently grazed you. (again &. again drabble)

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writing for how the reader confronts alfred about how they knew from the start of bruce's identity as batman has got to be my breaking point, because they genuinely, undeniably believed that that must be the reason why he never seems to have time for them, why he's always busy; busy mourning for you dead brother jason, busy saving the city—

busy saving the world.

too busy to even notice his own child.

all those years, living in delusive naivety, they only realized how imperceptible their presence was until it was far too late.

and yet they still chose to be kind, still.

in a world full of darkness, in a city fueled by imposing cruelty, his child wasn't the light that bruce sees at the end of a tunnel, but they were the flecks of sunshine spilling through the splitting fissures of the solitary cave the dark knight secludes himself in.

something to give you hope for, but something you barely perceive.

unless you look hard enough at the cracks to see just how that dim glow makes your life a little bit brighter.

— they always accompany alfred in his task to help fix bruce up after every grueling patrol.

not just because they were used to treating their own mother, but because, in the mind of this hopeful five year old, was a love so deeply instilled for their distant father, for a family that they've only seen through television interviews and news headlines.

so whenever bruce gets sick, or injured, concussed, maybe dislocated some joints; where he suffers through physical turmoil beyond the point where he wouldn't remember what had happened the prior day— somehow, this little kid is always on standby, learning how to wrap gauze onto his bleeding sides, watching alfred demonstrate the proper ways to disinfect bleeding cuts on a barely conscious bruce.

they'd listen profusely at alfred's unofficial lessons, always on alert at whenever bruce breaths too sharply, squeezing his palms for when he nearly dozes off, sitting by his side, sometimes resting their forehead against his perspiring ones whenever alfred has to stitch up any cuts, just to comfort him, even if by just a little.

and day by day, week by week, until months stretched past years, they slowly gain the confidence to fully hold bruce, to hug him faintly in his bed when they feel afraid, when he's unconscious and barely breathing, when they fear they'll lose their only father.

bruce, in turn, came to acclimate to this gentleness.

because instead of the familiar, aged wrinkles of alfred's hands patching him up, bruce would then feel smaller palms gently cupping his warm face after the butler ruled out another fever, even if he was close-eyed, to the brink of nearly passing out, there would be a delicate graze buzzing warmth on his bruised skin. unprofessional, unlike alfred, but curious fingers would apply ointment to treat his burns, inexperienced hands would relieve the ache in his shoulder—

he was treated with a gentleness which reminds him of how his mother used to run her fingers through his unruly hair. when she'd cup his face and pinch his cheeks playfully, kissing the crown of his head, softly, slowly, gently.

lost in the passage of time.

a gentleness he's forgotten after the grueling years of her death, a gentleness his own forgotten child inherited from his late mother.

a tender touch he's long forgotten.

somehow, bruce has come to like this foreign touch.

somehow, bruce, in all his due diligence, his skills and talents, would never notice this forgotten kindness, for maybe he's deluded himself once more, that the gentle hands which held him were his mother's and not his own spawn; because he'll never believe for there to be a time that a child of his — of him, who's oh-so undeniably broken, so incredibly flawed — can be as gentle as the warm arms which used to circle around his once tiny body.

somehow, bruce finds himself comforted in these small moments.

after he'd lost jason, after dick moved out, lived a life of his own, after everything the world throws at him, pain, loss, grief— in his moments of sickness, in times where his body is falling apart, when all he wants to do is close his eyes and see his parents in his dreams, to find his mother waiting longingly for him at the other side with open arms and her kind smile, he could at least be vulnerable at the familiar graze of this kind stranger.

somehow, bruce never realized this unknowing affection for a love he's never seen.

and somehow, this tradition of this little kid helping their family members — through treating their physical injuries, comforting them when they're on the verge of losing their breath, or sometimes even just listening to their woes — lives on until they realize how there will never be somebody as close to them as they were one-sidedly close to everyone else.

a kind ghost stalking through the halls, a friend who listens to everyone, but never having someone to return that kindness.

and i think about that a lot.

a reader who isn't a textbook definition of a hero within their family, but in more ways than one, their compassion to care for the sick — despite being hurt themself, despite never having anyone else to treat their bleeding heart, despite the fact that they've never been held so close, never been seen for way longer than a minute — someone who cares ultimate for bruce, not just because he was a father, their father in their eyes, but because they also cared for the batman.

because, despite it all, they're still their father's child.

and bruce wayne, no matter how ruined his image may be in their eyes, no matter the fact that he's never seen them, spent time with them beyond the moments where he's sick and needed comfort, when he acts like the little boy who had knelt and cried over his parents' cold corpses— was just a man who loved gotham too much he couldn't love you.

and you are your father's child, you love too much, too, to even love yourself.

a selflessness so innately instilled into you, (name) wayne. a compassion, a profound sense of tenderness you inherited not just from your own father but his late parents too. care for the sick, care for the pained, care but not for yourself.

and i think about it too much.

the flawed similarities between you and bruce. how, just like two magnets, the same sides would always repel. how in a game of twisted fate, the closest you'll ever be with your father is when he's never seen you, when he's too broken from a fight, too tired to even open his eyes and see.

see how it's always you who looks at him, how you once looked up to him. see himself in your eyes, see his greatest failure as bruce wayne, and realize just how much of your youth he's lost.

how much you reflected the more tender parts of him — the parts of him he's hidden, a part of him which long since felt foreign, like you — how much you reflected his mother, too.

but he never did, for the closest he'll ever be to his first, biological kin— is when he's blind to the hands which gently graze his skin.

a/n: just a little drabble i wrote in less than 30 minutes. i apologize for the delays in writing, i'm going through so much mental issues, so much projects, so much of everything in such a short period of time. for those in my discord server, they're probably aware. anyways, late happy father's day. otherwise, take this little dissection i have of bruce and his child, based off of my own experience with my father who was also 99% absent in my life. i wanted to give the reader more dimension and not just define them as just "neglected", so i explored some dynamics too.

as much as i like nonchalant, maybe asshole-like readers. i also like characters with so much compassion, not in a self serving way but something that's just naturally them. someone who's angry, traumatized, yes, but once they were kind, they were gentle. it makes it worse for the batfam to have a reader who was once a ball of joy.

[sapphiresaphics]

The biggest misunderstanding about Caitlyn from fans actually comes from season 1, not 2. Fans see Caitlyn break Vi out of prison and talk to Ekko about empathy and think that she’s learning and growing as a character and then when season 2 hits they think all that growth was somehow “abandoned” or “reversed.”

But that’s not true.

Caitlyn has ALWAYS been a spoiled little rich girl who came from a family of rich people who are so used to how much power they have in the city that they don’t regard ANYONE’S feelings or respect ANY rules. Both Marcus and Salow spell this out to us.

Marcus: “She’s a Kiramman! Just like them she does what she wants! I can’t control her!”

Salow: “It’s the name! It bewitches people.”

Time skip Caitlyn is introduced investigating the botched Jinx job at the shipping docks. She is not an official detective and Marcus makes it clear she isn’t supposed to be there. She’s supposed to be guarding her family’s pavilion, but she ignored both her mother’s AND the sheriff’s wishes to investigate a crime because she’s bored.

She breaks Vi out of prison AFTER she’s been effectively laid-off by Marcus, using her connections to Jayce to forge her release papers. Reminder: at this point in the story she is technically not a cop anymore. She’s doing all this stuff with noble intentions of trying to uncover Silco and bring Jinx to justice… but what she’s doing is technically illegal. And the only reason she’s able to get away with it is because she’s a spoiled rich BRAT.

Her privilege shields her from repercussions in season 1, just as they do in season 2.

The difference is that she’s now been traumatized by Jinx. Her bodily autonomy was violated by Jinx kidnapping her when she was literally naked in the shower, she was most likely tortured by Jinx, was tied up and painted on, threatened to be executed at gun point by Jinx, and then to top it all off Jinx murders her mother in a terrorist attack.

And Caitlyn tries to hold it all in. She tries to confide with Vi, she tries to let her hatred go… but both times she is denied her the ability to grieve properly. First by her privilege and not understanding that asking Vi to become an Enforcer would be rejected. And then by Ambessa by funding the attack on the memorial service.

She has no parental figure to guide her, her rage and hatred for Jinx is boiling over… so she resorts to what she always does and what she did back in season 1. She just does what she wants to get her way. She convinces Jayce to develop hextech weapons, she assumes the role of leader for house Kiramman, and she uses her unique position in power to bend systems her family put in place to protect Zaun against them.

Caitlyn in season 2 is very much the same Caitlyn we’ve always known from season 1. The difference is that in season 1 we were rooting for her because we like Vi. She exhausted the same disrespect for authority and people back then but they were in service of things we, the audience, liked. So we gave her a pass. We excused her rule breaking. We ignored her unique brand of privilege because we liked what her privilege could unlock for us.

Season 2 slams that door shut and tells us “no, actually, you weren’t supposed to like this because nobody in power is innocent.”

But rather than learn more about Caitlyn and understand her character better… people are dismiss this all as “bad writing” or “character assassination.”

And what’s more frustrating is the whole “dictator arc.” Because frankly I would argue that by that point Caitlyn HAS learned her lesson about privilege and power, but it’s too late to stop things now. Just as Jayce going vigilante in season 1 was the start of a cataclysmic event, Caitlyn gassing Zaun to look for Jinx results in Caitlyn losing everyone she trusts and respects. Broken up with Vi and alone, she is suddenly granted even MORE power than she’s ever had by Ambessa. And you can see it affect her. In that moment she realizes that Ambessa is the one who spearheaded the attack on the memorial. After seeing what happened between her and Vi, she realizes that by taking this role she will be responsible for even greater atrocities.

She has 2 choices. Let it all go, or use the position of power to her advantage. And just like before in season 1… she chooses the later. Her goal may still be to get Jinx, but she does NOT want to be a part of Ambessa’s dictatorship. This is why she’s so reluctant to join even with all the peer pressure. This is why she’s so slow and hesitant to walk forward. And she only accepts the cape she is crowned with once Ambessa says “your mother will have justice.”

What’s most important about this scene is that SHE KNOWS Ambessa is using her. That’s why when we see her in Act 2 she’s already trying to counter Ambessa’s plans. That’s why she’s constantly challenging Ambessa with “why is peace always the excuse for violence?” That’s why when Ambessa says “you don’t trust me?” Caitlyn responds with a resounding “no.” And that’s why when Vi drops back into her life she realizes she has an opportunity to correct her mistakes. She doesn’t switch on a dime because Vi fluttered her eyes and called her “cupcake.” She switches because she was already looking for an out. And this is why when Vi confronts her in Act 3 she screams “I KNOW.”

Caitlyn’s arc is that of someone who always had privilege and power coming to realize too late how dangerous and harmful that power is. By the time she learns her lesson she’s already entrenched with Ambessa and stuck in this hateful miasma for Jinx. Season 1 was setup for what was going to follow with how her character was going to learn and atone for her mistakes.

And what’s so god damn frustrating about all the discourse around Caitlyn is how reductive and dismissive it all is. So much of the discourse completely ignores the actions she takes to fix things in favor of trumping up the actions she took to get there. All of her transgressions in season 1 are ignored and her own internalized growth is reduced to a joke about Vi calling her cupcake. It’s MADDENING.

[enigmaris]

Lex Luthor's cover of 'I've grown accustomed to her face':

There were certain rules that you as a villain have to follow if you want to be successful. Lex Luthor knew these rules well. The first, one which he’d kept for a very very long time, was to avoid attachment. More specifically to avoid becoming attached to anyone. You should encourage others to like you, if they liked you, if they owed you, then they would do what you wanted and what you needed. But caring for others only led to weaknesses.

Lex had no one that he cared for or trusted. No living family, no lover to warm his bed. Not that that had ever been a priority for him. The closest Lex had to a ‘friend’ was his android Mercy, an android he created. Lex supposed that the closest relationship he had was with Superman. Their antagonistic relationship where he tried to kill Superman and Superman tried to have him arrested was the most socializing outside of work Lex did per month.

A lonely life perhaps but one that Lex reveled in. He had what he wanted and what he didn’t have he could get with his power. Lex was able to follow that first rule of villainy up until one raining evening just outside Metropolis. His car was going towards his home when something crashed through the glass roof window. Something being a glowing teenager. He had white hair and bright green eyes and he was wearing what appeared to be some sort of jumpsuit.

He landed right in Lex’s lap, covered in wounds and emaciated. Three moments after he landed a bright halo of light appeared around his torso before spreading out. Suddenly, laying there on his lap was a human teenager, bleeding red blood and reaching unconsciousness.

“Sorry.” He said right before passing out.

Mercy had stopped the car, as she’d been programmed to do. Lex looked down at the meta teenager with a thoughtful look on his face.

“Mercy, continue home and contact Dr. Matthews. He has a new patient in serious condition.”

“Yes sir.”

It took a full day of rest for the unnamed meta to wake up. When he did Lex was there, introducing himself and offering comfort and safety. The boy introduced himself as ‘Adam’, a fake name obviously but Lex didn’t call him out on it. Lex made no reference to the boy’s meta-abilities. Instead, he offered a place to rest and recuperate and all of the food the boy could consume (which was a lot). Through his security cameras he saw the boy’s uncontrollable powers, new he guessed.

It took only a week for the boy to break down and use his powers in front of Lex. Once that happened the flood gates opened. Danny was his real name, and his parents had tried to kill him once they found out about his powers. Lex learnt about the source of the powers and Danny’s lack of control. His plan was going along perfectly.

Lex didn’t know much about powers, but from those he talked to with them, the key to control was practice. So, Lex built a training room for the half-ghost to practice. Then, when he destroyed that, Lex built a stronger one. (He used plans from an old ‘trap Superman’ room. Lex always appreciated being able to recycle things.) Soon, really once Danny recovered completely, a schedule arose. In the mornings, Danny and Lex would have breakfast together. Lex would quiz the boy on different things. Anything from strategy to science to history to literature. Then Lex would go to work. Danny would stay in the home and spend the morning studying. Lex wasn’t going to have a stupid tool, so the boy had an online coursework to learn what he needed to know.

Then Lex would usually receive a message from Danny around lunch time. The boy would let him know how his lessons were going and ask how his work was. Lex didn’t tell Danny to message him, he also didn’t tell him to stop. Something inside of him enjoyed the unsolicited attention. Danny was asking not because he had to but because he wanted to. He was curious, he cared about Lex.

After lunch the boy would use Lex’s computer simulations to train with his powers. He worked his muscles and his reflexes against training simulators and pushed his abilities to their limit. When Lex got home around dinner Danny would be waiting for him eagerly to talk about how his training was going. They would have dinner together. At first those dinners were solely focused on the boy’s abilities and health. But they expanded.

Danny would ask about Lex and Lex would indulge him, telling him stories from his life. Danny would reciprocate. Lex found that, beyond having very useful powers, Danny also possessed intelligence, curiosity, and eagerness in spades. Without realizing it Lex started to feel rather fond of the boy. He reminded him of Lex’s younger years before the trials that had shaped him into the man he was. Young and full of passion.

The months passed and they grew closer. Lex learnt about Danny’s two best friends that knew about his accident and with whom he had kept in contact. Danny met Mercy and even visited Lex’s office a few times to see him at work. Since the boy could turn invisible Lex had no way of knowing how often that actually was. He started to try and teach the boy strategy. How to defeat his enemies and how to control and manipulate. He didn’t teach Danny too much, he wouldn’t want to make a tool more powerful than Lex himself.

Daniel was an apt pupil up until the point that Lex suggested using his powers for personal gain. The teen’s vehement denial of using his powers that way was peculiar. Didn’t Danny see what his powers could do? What that sort of power and control could mean for him, for them both? With Lex’s tutelage and guidance, they would be unstoppable. Lex tried everything he could think of.

Every evening for dinner it became a test to see if he could shake Danny of his morals, of his will. But Danny remained resolute. Every time he argued for the right thing. He wanted to be kind. He wanted to help. Not to abuse and harm. Lex realized a little too late that he had accidentally taken in a hero and nothing about that would change. There were some heroes who could be convinced of the error of their ways but then there were those like Superman, like Danny.

Abruptly he saw his future. Danny would soon put on a suit and try and fight evil. Lex wouldn't be able to stop him from doing it. Unless Lex started to torture him and break him down piece by piece. Lex recoiled from the idea of harming Danny. The idea of anyone harming him was wrong. It was then that he realized what had happened.

Lex had been sitting in his office, planning out his next ‘kill Superman plan’ when it hit him right in the face.

“I’ve become accustomed to him.”

He’d grown used to Danny. Grown to like his presence in his life. Meals were no longer necessities for him but rather something to enjoy and savor. Conversations and laughter filled his life where there had been silence. He had loved the silence, reveled in being untouched and untouchable. But now? Now he’d adapted to Danny, and he did not wish to return to how things were previously.

“Damn. Damn. Damn."

[smutmind]

ive yujin for when it doesnt fit please

When It Doesn't Fit ft. Yujin

Idol X BBC

The classroom had emptied hours ago, but the lights still buzzed overhead, casting a low hum through the silence. Chairs were stacked. Desks wiped down. Only one seat remained occupied—center row, third from the front.

Yujin sat there, one leg bouncing, lip gloss worn down to a soft sheen. Her tie was undone, blouse wrinkled, skirt hitched just a little too high for someone claiming to wait innocently. She twirled a pencil between her fingers, pretending not to notice you watching.

You—Mr. Daniels—leaned against the edge of your desk. Tall, dark-skinned, patient in a way that made students stand straighter when you walked in. You’d seen her act before. Seen the way she toyed with authority like it was a game she knew she could win.

But today, she hadn’t even tried to leave.

You folded your arms. "You asked to stay late. Let’s not waste my time."

She looked up, lashes fluttering. "I want to understand detention better, sir."

"Detention is for students who break rules. Not for girls who want attention."

Her smile widened. "What if I want both?"

You watched her closely. She shifted in her seat, thighs parting just enough to make the message clear. But beneath the sass, her voice dipped—tentative, searching.

"I don’t think punishment works on me the usual way," she said. "I’m good at pretending. But I want to know what it feels like when someone doesn’t let me get away with it."

You approached slowly, your steps deliberate. Her eyes followed you the whole time.

"You want to learn what real discipline feels like?"

She nodded, lip caught between her teeth. "Yes, sir."

You reached her desk. Placed one large hand flat beside hers.

"Then take off your jacket, Yujin. And keep your hands flat. From now on, you don’t move unless I say so."

She shivered.

"Yes, sir."

"You want discipline? Then you start by showing me obedience."

You circled behind her. Her back stiffened instinctively, but she kept still. Good girl.

"Spread your knees. Wider."

She obeyed. The hem of her skirt crept higher.

"Now tell me what you want."

She hesitated, voice thin. "I want you to teach me."

"Teach you what, Yujin?"

She swallowed. "How to behave."

Your fingers brushed the back of her neck. She gasped but didn’t move.

"Wrong answer. Try again."

She flushed. "I want you to punish me, sir. The right way."

Your hand rested on her shoulder. She trembled beneath it.

"And what makes you think you deserve that yet?"

She didn’t answer.

You pulled her chair back, forcing her to brace on the desk. Then you sat in her seat, legs wide, letting her feel the shift in power. Letting her feel watched.

"Take off your tie. Slowly. Keep eye contact."

She did. Slid the fabric through her collar like she knew it meant more than uniform. You took it from her, folding it into your palm.

"Good. Now kneel."

She slipped from the desk, skirt riding up, knees kissing the floor.

You didn’t touch her. Just looked down at her, waiting.

"You’re not here to be pleased," you said. "You’re here to prove you’re worth correcting. Show me."

She sat straighter. Hands behind her back. Eyes up. Her bratty edge was gone, replaced with something hungry, raw.

"Yes, sir. Please let me earn it."

Yujin's breath came shallow as she knelt on the tile, her knees spread, skirt hiked indecently high. You still hadn't touched her. That was part of the lesson.

You slid her tie between your fingers. "Mouth open."

She obeyed. Lips parting, tongue resting against her lower lip, eyes never leaving yours.

"Good girl."

The praise made her blink. Then shiver.

You leaned forward just slightly, pressing the folded tie against her tongue. She let you, closing her lips around the fabric. A makeshift gag, not tight, but symbolic. You raised an eyebrow. She nodded.

"Now we begin."

You rose from the chair. Unzipped your pants.

Her eyes widened at the sight of you. And still, she didn’t move.

You stroked yourself slowly, letting her watch, her lips wrapped around the tie, panting through her nose. Her thighs squeezed together as she squirmed on her knees.

"Hands behind your back."

She obeyed.

You stepped closer. Tapped the head of your cock against her cheek, then her lips.

"If you want this, spit the tie."

She didn’t hesitate. The tie dropped to the floor.

"Please, sir," she whispered, voice hoarse. "Let me serve you."

You guided her mouth over the tip, slowly. Her lips stretched, tongue circling under instinct and pressure. She gagged once, steadied herself. Tried again.

You held her hair.

"Slow. Let me use you."

She moaned around you, the sound vibrating down your shaft. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t stop. She swallowed you deeper, surrendering control, the perfect mix of submission and need.

Your hips began to move. Gentle thrusts. Controlled.

"You're learning, Yujin. But we’re not done yet."

You pulled out, slick with her spit.

"Stand up. Bend over the desk."

She stumbled slightly as she rose, dazed, obedient. Bent low, elbows flat, head down. You lifted her skirt. Her panties were soaked.

You pressed your palm to her ass. She gasped.

"Count."

Then the first slap.

She yelped.

"One."

Again. Firmer.

"Two."

And again, until she whimpered your name, hips rolling toward each strike.

When you pressed the head of your cock against her entrance, she was already shaking.

"Please, sir. I want to be used."

You pushed in slowly, stretching her around you. Her breath hitched.

"F-Fuck… you're too big… it’s not going to fit…"

You held steady, letting her adjust, easing deeper with each inch. Her fingers clawed the desk.

"You're learning, Yujin. But we’re not done yet."

You pulled out, slick with her spit.

"Stand up. Get on my lap. Ride it."

Yujin climbed into your lap, straddling you with shaky knees. She reached down to guide you, but faltered when the tip nudged against her entrance.

"You're too big," she murmured, breath catching. "I—I need a second."

"You take your time," you said. "You control the depth."

She braced her hands on your shoulders. The first inch made her eyes flutter. The second made her gasp.

"Fucking hell... it’s too much," she whimpered.

But she didn’t stop. She rocked her hips gently, easing down a little further, moaning like it hurt and thrilled her all at once.

Her face twisted between pain and craving.

You took her blouse in hand. Unbuttoned it slowly.

Her bra barely held the swell of her breasts. You pushed the cups down, mouth finding a nipple.

She moaned loudly.

"That helps," she whispered. "Do it again. Suck harder."

You obeyed. Your mouth sealed over her nipple. Your tongue flicked, then pulled.

She cried out.

Her hips dropped another inch.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming—"

She shuddered, eyes wide and dazed as the orgasm washed through her. Her nails dug into your back. Her cunt clenched around you, squeezing.

She breathed through it, panting hard.

Then she blinked.

"Again," she said, breathless. "Don’t stop. I want to take it all."

You held her hips and guided her. She bounced slowly now, getting used to your size. You felt her stretch, take more.

"Good girl," you murmured. "Look at you, stuffed full and still hungry."

Her smirk returned. "I’m bratty, not greedy. Maybe both."

You thrust upward, burying yourself fully.

She screamed.

"FUCK—yesss... finally..."

You gripped her tighter. Faster. She rode you now like she meant it. Her body trembled but didn’t stop.

You neared the edge.

"Where do you want it?"

She leaned in, voice low against your ear.

"Fill me. I want to walk home leaking."

Your hands still gripped her waist as she trembled above you, her cunt still fluttering from the last pulse of your release. Warm, wet, and full—she leaned forward, breathless, chest pressed to yours.

Yujin's cheek rested against your shoulder, hair damp, skin flushed. You felt her clench again around nothing, instinctive and raw. She gave a shaky laugh.

"I'm still twitching," she whispered.

You kissed the crown of her head. "That’s what happens when you take all of me."

She stirred, and a low whimper escaped her lips as your cum trickled down her thigh. Her legs trembled when she tried to shift.

"Fuck... it's leaking," she breathed. "You’re still... everywhere."

"Good," you said. "I want you walking home with it dripping."

She bit her lip and smiled through her exhaustion. "You're such a bastard."

You helped her off your lap slowly. Her legs nearly gave, knees wobbling. She steadied herself on the desk, eyes wide as she looked down at the slick mess between her thighs.

"Jesus," she muttered. "That much?"

You handed her a tissue, but not before letting your eyes roam. She cleaned slowly, wincing with each brush against oversensitive skin.

"You did good, Yujin."

She glanced up at you, expression soft. "Yeah?"

"More than good. You took all of me. Like a good girl."

Color bloomed on her cheeks again. She stepped back into her skirt, panties forgotten somewhere on the floor.

Before leaving, she paused by the door. Her blouse hung loose, hair wild, thighs still glistening faintly.

"Next time," she said over her shoulder, "I want it on my knees. In my mouth. I want to taste it."

You smiled, voice steady. "Then behave. Earn it."

She smirked. "I will. But don’t go easy on me."

Then she slipped out, and the classroom fell silent again.