#and in his love for other his own selfish needs (especially with magic) are what devours everything

[punkmacabre-arc]

#    ( 𝔮. )     —     ◟   WHICH  TRAGIC  DEATH  WOULD  YOU  SUFFER  ???

THE SACRIFICE:

you     die     saving     the     thing     you     love.     maybe     it     is     family,     friends,    perhaps     even     a     cause.     they     will     carry     your     face     with     them     for     the     rest     of     their     lives,     &     every     milestone     they     pass     will     make     them     think     of     you.     it     does     not     matter     because     you     won't     be     there     to     experience     it     with     them.     years     down     the     line,     they     will     meet     people     who     do     not     even     know     the     weight     of     your     name     upon     their     skin.     this     is     what     your     selflessness     gets     you     in     the     end.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Love I think geta embodies:

Selfish love- loving Geta meant giving your all to him. He belonged to Rome, to the throne, which meant you didn’t have much of his heart to yourself but all Geta wanted was your love for his own. That was all he asked, he wasn’t the sharing type, and thus didn’t like the idea of you freely giving your attention to someone else who wasn’t him. He liked having your eyes on him because at least he’ll find a pair of eyes amidst the crowd that looked back at him with affection and love.

Possessive love- Geta is a possessive and powerful man. His words are law, his words are what were commanded to the masses from the gods above, testing humanity to challenge their will. So the moment he declared that you were his there was finality to his words and he expected people to know that. Geta would go all out and make sure that if people were going to ignore his words, then he’ll drape you in the richest of clothes and the finest of jewellery that he could find to make sure the message got across without a hitch.

Yet it still wasn’t enough to satisfy his innermost thoughts that it wasn’t enough, nothing was ever enough to calm the feeling that there will always be someone who’ll have wandering eyes for you. You were his and his alone and Geta didn’t take too kindly to others, especially not those who thought they’d get away with looking at you the same way he did. He wanted to consume you whole but knew he couldn’t, so he tried his hardest to make it well enough an example to those with wandering eyes will be dealt with brutally and in the most inhumane way possible.

A love that can only exist behind closed doors- geta isn’t known as a gentle man -not even close- but he did try for you as you two would rest in your shared chambers with you running your fingers through his hair, nails scraping his scalp as he sunk into your embrace. The weight of the golden laurels that graced his head weighed heavy, but with you Geta found himself a lot lighter when you were nearby, a soothing balm to his soul and someone the god bless him to be the peace he so craved.

Geta was use to feeling the pressure of the throne on his shoulders, but the way that you’d trace shapes into his back seemed to magically make the ache disappear as though magic flowed through your fingertips. He’d confide in you more than he’s ever confided in anyone else about his brother, about his ambitions, his worries and upsets that he’d fear would make him look weak; just for you to console him and give him better counsel then the senate ever had in his entire reign.

‘You’re emperor, conduit of the gods, but you’re also the human known as Geta.’ You tell him softly as the night befell on you both quickly. ‘A human is allowed to make mistakes but an emperor is not, for an emperor to show flaws is to show the flaws of the gods themselves,’ you then kissed his head as your fingers trailed his neck, ‘but I want my Geta to be as human as he can be just for me if that’s not too much to ask for.’

‘Whatever my beloved wishes of me shall be granted.’ He replies, equally as soft as his thumb caresses your forearm before planting several kisses there. ‘Your love makes me strong, uplifts me and I pray to the gods that I do the same for you, or at least try to.’ You cut him off by kissing his forehead. ‘And your best is all I ask Geta, it’s all I ask of you for too much is already asked of you already.’ You then continued to cuddle him close in hopes of giving him your love in another way, to make sure that he knew that he was loved should words one day fail you.

It was moments like theses where Geta was able to be human that was a rarity for all of Rome expect you, you got to see the man beneath the emperor, you got to see your Geta with the tired eyes and heavy shoulders and hands that held you with the tightness of an iron clamp. Your Geta never was soft in public but when you were alone together he was a soul in desperate need of love, of devotion and a softness that he could cal his own; and he did in the form of you.

His god given solace, his safe haven and his gift from the gods. He was yours just as much as you were his to have and hold every night.

Love I think Caracalla embodies:

Chaotic love - to have the off chance to experience a love like Caracalla’s is akin to a battlefield, one where uncertainty, death, blood and dismemberment were more common then him cradling your face with blood smeared hands as he roughly caresses your face and stares at you with wild eyes.

He’d kill those whose hands and eyes wander equally too much for what he deemed appropriate before kissing you with the blood of those very same people coating his lips. He was chaos that took human form, threatening to consume everything within his vicinity, even yourself with how close you were to him. Yet there is a weird feeling that comes with that chaos that lures you into a false sense of security with all the lavish perks that often blinded you to the reality of position that you find yourself in.

Bloody/dark love - there’s a lot of blood staining Caracalla’s hands. How you handle with other information, whether you despised the destruction that was inflicted by this man, or thrived off of the idea of being romantically involved with a man of such dangerous capabilities is completely up to you. Yet one thing remained the same and that was the fact that you’ll have to get use to his needed for bloodshed, for violence, for anything that involved people getting hurt.

It was his fix of sorts and sooner or later you’ll grow a strong enough stomach to withstand the scent of blood that will permitted your life with the emperor. There’s jealously, there’s inferiority and there’s so much more within the so called love that many would view as harsh or even cursed at times, people pitied you but wouldn’t dare step in the way of an emperor who could make their lives infinitely worse without hesitation.

Doomed love - your love with Caracalla is doomed from the start. It’s not pretty and it’s bound to break your heart one way or another. His illness was bound to take him away from you, terribly and completely to the point where he’d often have moments where he’d look at you like a stranger within your own chambers. It worsens everyday and all you could was to hold him against your chest, keeping his hand away from reaching the knife behind you as you beg him to remember you, remember your voice, anything as tears streamed down your face.

This love you had would eat you alive if you didn’t end up dead first, whether it be by Caracalla’s or someone else’s doing entirely. He’d cling onto you obsessively, tears in his own eyes as he asks you whether your favoured him or the random servant who’s blood still was fresh upon the floor, soaking both of your feet in a thick maroon colour. Your love with Caracalla was doomed to tears you both from skin and bone or submerge you within his madness and chaos

The love I think Marcus embodies;

Protective love - he fights with honour and your honour is one that he’ll defend until the day he dies. Marcus wouldn’t have you walk the streets of Rome unsafe as he was always by your side, keeping you close against him as he observes the people that brush past, with the intent of making sure no unsavoury characters will make you uncomfortable.

Marcus was more than willing to step in front of you, put his whole body on the line should he have to in order to ensure your safety from a maniac with a knife. Pushing you softly behind him as he stood before you like a brick wall, ready to defend and kill for you should he be forced to do such a thing, for there was not a bigger regret he would have within his heart then let you get hurt under his protection.

It would be a wound he would carry for the rest of his life should you ever get hurt, a physical as well as emotional wound that Marcus will use as motivation to do better by you, for if an scratch was found upon your skin he would surely feel as though he had failed as your lover and protector. He didn’t care what caused the harm, it was the fact that you had gotten hurt in the process that bothered the general more than anything else. Even if you did get hurt, he’d kiss the scar to show that it was just as deserving of love and care as the rest of you were; you were still the beloved person he had married.

Soft/tender love - the man had many callouses on his hands from all the fights he’s won and conquered with effortless eases but he had always held your face with the tenderness that you were most familiar with the night he returns.

‘My love.’ He often calls you with a voice that spoke of longing, of yearning and his eyes didn’t hide their softness from you either, instead his eyes looked at you as though you were everything he could have imagined in his lifetime. He would also think how he was truly blessed by the gods to have been granted you in his life as he brought your hands up to his face, where he kissed each and every knuckle all the while maintaining eye contact, it was enough to make one flustered that was for certain as your stomach erupted with butterflies from his affection.

It wasn’t hard to fall in love with a honourable man like Marcus, you had trouble finding something not to love about a man who’d kiss your shoulders and back of your neck until you awake in the morning, just to see his beautiful face smiling down at you in adoration and abundance of love that were as deep as the deepest well.

[pomefioredove]

Hello and good day 🕊️

How will the vice dormheads react seeing reader overblot and finding out they kept the pain all to themselves until they couldn't take it anymore?

Pls I'm so desperate for overblot!reader content and angst❤️❤️ tanks

RARE VICE HOUSEWARDENS REQUEST 🔥🔥🔥I LOVE ANGST!!!! not adding ruggie this time because I'm lazy sorry everyone

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type of post: headcanons characters: trey, jade, jamil, rook, lilia additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, established relationship for the Angst

there are a lot of things Jamil is feeling right now. fear, a little frustration, too. but he's mostly just ashamed that he never saw the signs. his favorite person in the whole world, the only shoulder he had to lean on, is overblotting, and he has no idea why. you were so supportive through the aftermath of his own overblot, he never thought to... it's his own selfishness and pride slapping him in the face, and it stings

but he'd rather feel guilt than grief. overblotting is painful, exhausting, and emotionally scarring, and he knows it. he's going to get you out of this, even if you hate him for it

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this makes the second time someone close to Rook has been led to overblot, and the second time he didn't see it coming. a tragedy in two parts. and his guilt would have killed him, if it weren't the only thing keeping him alive now. he has to survive this for you. he can feel miserable about it after you're safe and sound at his side again. he won't even consider the other possibility; you have so much more to explore together

it just can't be over yet

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Lilia has followed grief for his entire life. now, at his age, when he's finally settled down, and the world is quiet for once, this happens. he can't tell if he had simply missed the signs, or ignored them, and each answer is equally distressing. despite what he's said about life and loss, he was never ready to confront the reality of losing you, especially so... soon. so, reality confronted him instead

he can't let it end like this. not again

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Trey blames himself. how could he not? all this time, he's been trying to stay out of the way, to keep the peace. if he had been by your side, if he had defended you, if he had made a better effort, maybe you wouldn't be in this place now

his unique magic isn't particularly strong, and his magic pool isn't very deep, but he'll walk right into the center of the storm if he has to. it's about time he started rocking the boat

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Azul's overblot was tragic, but Jade knew it was coming. it was entertaining, anyway. but this...

never in his life could he imagine something making him so uncomfortable. it makes him queasy, almost seasick, which is a strange thing for a man of the sea to feel. he wishes he could just talk to you, but it's too late for that now. when this is over, you can have a long chat over tea

he just needs you to hold on for a little while longer

[unabashednightmarepizza]

Here is yet another ramble of mine as if I don't have a million things I need to write down.

A SAWuWa Universe where you are just a silly little human travelling through every universe. You had met a lot of people and beings, made some friends and even confusing romantic relationships you are still unsure whether it was a good idea or not.

There was Teyvat, with their vision system and Archons and Gods and every other magical thing where you battled literal gods to bring freedom to the people. You happen to be great friends with the Traveller in the end, promising to keep in touch through the weird bond you created between each other , and some more friends even if they annoyed you at times. It was always bitter to leave them to continue your journey of travelling through the worlds, often met by cryings from the younger ones and the silent begging eyes of the older ones as they held onto your form, afraid to loose you for good.

They didn't tell it out loud, not wanting to make you feel bad for doing what you loved to do (especially since you helped them in the Great War even when it wasn't your responsibility), but... They were afraid of not seeing you again, not in this life at least if you were to keep exploring the vast universe.

Who knew when it would be their turn once again to be the planet you visited?

Time worked much slower for you, after all. They didn't know when they would see you again, if they would see you once more before they died and they so badly wanted it. Maybe, once you were done... You would settle down on a now peaceful Teyvat and spend your life with them, in this or another life time.

Then there was the Trailblazer who was just a chaotic mess by the amount of times they digged in trashcans and looked through the manholes, saying there would be a treasure for you two as they dragged you from planet to planet.

Not gonna lie Belobog was great, minus the cold ass weather which froze you to your bones, Xianzhou Luofu was... something else with many political problems so much that you almost pitied the ever hardworking "dozing" General for how much he had to deal with...and yet managed to smile and be kind after all he had been through, after witnessing the fall of his friends and constantly fighting against that dark urge Mara eventually brought.

You trully admired the diligent and undeniably handsome General as he showed you all around Luofu, every scenery, delicacy, item and food that made their culture, his arm bent so that you could loop yours into his as you two peacefuly strolled around, the people's stare hard on your form with jealousy, for you or the gentle giant next to you, you didn't know.

(Some might specalute that you did it for your own selfish needs, and perhaps to some extent, it was true but the General would beg to differ as he finally listened to your gentle yet assertive request, your demand, after seeing him so worked up because of the paperwork, playfully chiding him about his "self-destructive methods". He wishes to ask you how he was supposed to live peacefully as if nothing is wrong with him, when his life was all about destruction, when... He was nearing a fate every Xianzhou native eventually met but still fought with his inner self every day? How could he stop "fighting" when it was all he knew and he was scared of what would happen if he let go of his habits?

He didn't say any of it, didn't dare to sadden you with a burden that didn't belong to you and instead welcomed your positivism and smiles lighten hım and his soul even for a brief moment as you listened to him earnestly, with widened and mesmerized, curious eyes, talk about lotus flowers and what the best way to take care of them was.)

Did your friends, mainly March and the Trailblazer, tease the hell out of you for openly simping for the General? Yes, but who cared? No one! It wasn't like you were a small child, you could admire the God's creation openly! Besides, were you supposed to care about the words of a man who claimed to have social anxiety yet head dived into trashcans?

You definetly didn't believe and heed the words of someone who claimed to be the Ruler of the Seven Great Manholes of Penacony as they dragged you to meet their "subjects", you weren't that insane.

There were some others where you met some alien robots, some witches and wizards, even dragonriders and so on with every one of them being more exciting, and traumatising, than the other.

Damn the politics, always make things more complicated than needed... Can they not chill the fuck out?

But it didn't mean you didn't get to have amazing companions and some possible romances, although you tried so hard not to catch feelings and give the other person false hope for you would continue to travel, and probably not settle down. You loved the excitement of it all, the dangers, the friends you made, the other different faces of people...

You couldn't easily let go of it.

However... However, even with all your experiences in different styles of death in different universes... You seemed not to pass by one single beginning.

"Seriously? You see me, a damsel in distress in an unknown place practically unarmed, and your first instinct is to fight me?"

And it was to be threatened by either a sword or a blade against your neck... At least every time that happened, it was someone pretty doing that.

And it didn't matter if that was a man twice or maybe even thrice your size who could easily kill you, a pretty man was always a pretty man, no?

"Do you have a death wish, woman?"

"Only if you're the one granting it—got something exciting in mind?"

"You better talk before I take out your tongue for speaking in disrespect to our leader-"

They were too stunned to speak...at seeing their fearless, ruthless leader subtly flushing an... "endearing red" as you shamelessly called it, while being pinned down to the hard and sandy surface of the outside of their base, him looming over you with his thin yet deadly blade he rarely used.

What you said next shocked even them.

"Practically speaking, I died many times in many forms: Burning alive, choking, drowning, being thrown out of a rocket, bullets, eaten alive by a dragon, beheading... My bucket list is pretty damn long and I need to say, dying by swords, especially from the neck, is not my favourite thing."

Okay, maybe you were too straightforward and sassy, but could anyone blame you when you had to deal with many planetary crises even when it had nothing to do with you?

A well-meaning alien offering you their local delicacy, which turns out to be a wriggling, glowing creature that seems to be trying to talk, You try to decline politely, but it’s considered rude, so you awkwardly pretend eating it while hiding it in your armor and now it asks for rent?

Check.

A mistranslation of “hello” causes you to accidentally challenge the leader of a planet to a duel, The duel involves juggling flaming spheres while standing on one foot, and other weird circus stuff and winning it makes you the ruler so now you have an intergalactic Empire to rule?

Check.

You’re invited to a celebration where it’s customary to exchange gifts. You give a thoughtful Earth trinket, but the aliens gift you a pulsating, gooey object that seems...alive, the object hatches, revealing a tiny alien that immediately latches onto you as its “parent" and now you have a baby you need to take care of?

Also check.

"What exactly the fuck have you encountered to end up with a parasite living on you and asking for rent and become a parent with intergalactic duties?!"

Well, now that you thought about it as you sat dining with the two cuties who turned out to be working as Midnight Rangers while a hot, noncholant looking lady and an equally hot and noncholant red-head examined you... What the fuck you actually went through?

"Alright, so you know how people say, ‘One bad decision won’t ruin your life’? Yeah, turns out that’s a lie." You leant over Chixia's face with a completely serious face as you urged her to stare in your eyes, hands gesturing around you as you focused her stare on your own.

"First, I accepted what I thought was a cool, glowing and albeit weird, dish that I would love—spoiler alert, it was not just a meal. It was a highly intelligent parasite that now lives on my shoulder and complains about my posture. Then, I agreed to ‘help’ an interstellar diplomat, offering my greetings first, which somehow translated into ‘Congratulations, you’re now legally challenging me and the challenger is to be a circus show.' And as if that wasn't enough-"

"You don't get sad over the other traumatic shits you went through but these?? Seriously woman, what the fuck is wrong with you- Can you feed that child already?! She had been running around all day, my brain hurts!"

Apparently, that goo like alien was also as sassy as you are, but a bit more mean as it crawled over your armor and shaped into a balloon above your head... In the form of a huge teddy bear, which eventually calmed the baby as it cooed and reached her hands towards it, to which Baizhi let out an "interesting" as she wrote that down.

Sentimental goo from outer space with a soft heart for younglings... What strange things had you brought with yourself?

"your brain is made of goo, you little shit! And stop complaining over my daughter, I know you love her~ At least my kid can levitate objects, so that’s been handy for grabbing snacks and toys off high shelves. " a tentacle like whip erupted from your back, made of light, as it gently wrapped around the waist of your child and lifted her up to land on your lap, making her laugh histerically as she clasped your cheeks and smushed them.

"no, I don't! Which hallucination gave you the idea?! You god damn mammal! Do you use your kid for your selfish benefit?!" Your goo friend said from your armor as it extended its body to stare at you humorlessly, not liking to be seen as weak... Even when a part of its body formed in your baby's favourite toy to keep her occupied.

"Yeah, yeah, sure it was a hallucination..."

Okay, maybe you were often seen as a soft, mother-figure-like person to those around you as you strolled inside Jinzhou and on the outskirts of Huanglong and yeah, for most part you were, you trully were!

You loved talking and entertaining the children, even more than the actual adults. Besides, most of them were impressed and had star-shaped eyes when you nearly crash landed on the planet with that Express of yours and ended up reprimanding and beating a Threnodian as if it weighted nothing for you with that glowing green-hued spear that was way too identical to their General's...

Now that you mentioned it...

"HAHAHAH! JUE, YOU OLD, GRUMPY NOODLE, YOU STILL ALIVE?! LOL I THOUGHT YOU HIT THE END OF THE ROAD WHEN THAT WAR HAPPENED!"

Rover, Jinshi and Jiyan all but gaped at you as the huge sentinel only huffed angrily in front of you as they laid on the soft Snow of Mount Firmament, where their lair resided after learning that... You were techniqually Jiyan's ancestor from hundreds of years ago who fell in love with a "mortal Man" here, who turned out to be the literal sentinel they worshipped and that Jinshi also was a distant relative to both you and Jiyan.

"Mind your words and tone, General..." The old Sentinel grumbled annoyed, trying its best to act as if it didn't miss your presence but the three audience couldnt miss the signs of affection from their time as Rover giggled while the other two continued to look shocked at the revelations.

Too much information at the same day...

"Why? Because you are sensitive and could cry?" You wheezed out with a hand over your torso, slapping the nearest person next to you which happened to be the poor new general, who was looking like he might have gone to the other world by how pale he was. Jue only growled angrily as their tail swished behind them with a hint of longing as it slowly slithered towards you.

They really didn't miss this teasing, playful and noncaring... being they had fallen for. Someone who usually didn't give a single fuck to those around them, someone for whom life was just yet another play in stage...

But Jue, for all their centuries of wisdom and stoicism, was a terrible liar.

The great dragon sat perched atop a jagged stone outcrop, silver-blue scales gleaming under the moonlight. Their molten gold eyes flickered with something unreadable, though their tail betrayed them, curling slightly toward you as if drawn by instinct.

"You’ve grown bold," they rumbled, voice deep and edged with something suspiciously close to fondness. "To return after all this time."

You tilted your head, lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. A sad, affectionate tone came over as your heart finally relented to the feelings you had been surpassing for all this time. "Missed me, Jue?"

"Tch," he huffed, looking away. "Hardly. The wind is simply quieter without your incessant chatter."

It had been so cold and lonely without you, my light... For there was no you that would accompany me.

Your breath hitched as Jue’s tail curled around you, firm yet careful, like they were afraid you’d slip away again. Their warmth seeped into your skin, a stark contrast to the night’s chill where you stood with Jiyan, Jinshi and Rover in their lair, and for a moment, you just stood there, lost in the feeling.

It wasn’t just their touch—it was everything. The way their molten gold eyes softened, the way their breathing stilled as if savoring your presence, the way they spoke your name like it was something sacred. Much like the many nights you two spent together under the stars of Solaris, the times where you would serenade each other like some sickly in-love fools.

Just like now, when they refused to show their weakness in front of everyone but... But only you, their dear mate, could hear the true longing in their heart and soul.

You could feel it.

The longing woven into every second of your absence. The way they had searched for you in the wind, in the stars, in the empty spaces where you used to stand.

And the pain—deep, unspoken, the kind that lingered in the hollow of his chest every time he reached for you and found nothing but air.

You stepped closer, deliberately slow, just enough to see the way their pupils dilated slightly at your approach. "Oh? So you do notice when I’m gone. You usually claim you don't care about such trivial things..."

They exhaled sharply through their nose, but the slight twitch of their claws against the rock betrayed their irritation—they missed you really badly.

"You are insufferable... Makes me wonder what made me so fond of you."

They didn't want to admit it, as the prideful dragon-Sentinel they were... Stubborn as usual, no changes in demanour yet...

"And yet, you haven’t flown away." You smiled, reaching out, your fingers barely grazing the smooth curve of their snout as the three watched with silent reverie at the intimate moment that stretched before them, as if they were watching their divorced parents who were still in love with each other reunite after so long.

They had been hurt...trapped...waiting for you, for the master they served and the mate they worshipped...

“Oh, Jue…” Your voice came out softer than you intended, full of emotion you couldn’t contain. Your hand trembled slightly as you pressed your palm against their scales, feeling the slow, steady rise and fall of his breath.

They didn’t pull away. If anything, they leaned in, eyes slipping shut at the contact of your soft skin, like they were afraid this was just another dream their mind conjured as they hibernated, bleeding and in pain as their growls were the only thing they heard and not your soft voice, which often sang a mysterious rhyme.

“I’m here,” you whispered, voice thick with something tender. Your voice brought them back to the present, closing their eyes “I’m here, Jue.”

For a moment, there was nothing else—no burdens, no ghosts of the past clawing at the edges of their mind where they were tortured by all the carnage and blood of humans. Just warmth. Just you.

Jue’s snout parted, as if searching for the right words, but in the end, they only tightened their tail's grip on you, pressing their forehead against yours softly.

A whisper, barely audible, escaped them.

“…I know.”

.....

And that, my friends, was how everything started with you adopting like 20 teens and young adults to bring what little peace they had like you used to hundreds of years ago to fend of the tacet discorda, all the while trying to make your once-leader remember who they used to be after giving themselves amnesia because it was a fun idea after they conquered the worlds.

[patchouii]

NBC’s Hannibal and fantastical realism: feats beyond the pale of human limitation

Nobody can deny that NBC’s Hannibal is especially unique and exemplary in its use of surrealism and elements of fantasy in a universe otherwise set in a version of our modern real world. These elements of mysticism and their loose yet easily understandable explanations provide both aesthetic and plot-driven benefits— this fictional universe isn’t as bound by physics and logic as ours, and that’s that, there’s no need to ask how a man grafted onto a tree as a public display was only found when dawn broke or how two violent and conflicted lovers have been confirmed to have survived a fall into the freezing ocean, bleeding from wounds we’d call mortal. NBC’s Hannibal elevates and abstracts Arthur C. Clarke’s statement that “magic is just science we don’t understand yet” on a revolutionary level, and the way that applies to certain characters is no different.

From what we see over the course of the show, some of the most fascinating and most obvious elements of this are the fantastical abilities and skills that various characters display. Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, and Elliot Buddish (aka The Angel Maker) are the best examples of this. We can assume that rare abilities fall somewhere along a sliding scale that runs from favoring heightened physical skill to mental skill, and it’s possible that the strain these gifts put on the people who possess them can morph them into curses— from Will’s bout of encephalitis to Hannibal’s psychopathic urges to Elliot’s brain cancer, it seems that toeing the line of human limitation doesn’t come without its biological costs.

Will Graham is introduced to us as a troubled star profiler with an “empathy disorder”, a “pure empath”, as Hannibal phrases it. But this isn’t empathy in a real world sense, Will doesn’t just consider how others feel about things, in fact, he can be incredibly cruel and selfish. Will’s empathy is an ability rather than a trait— he can literally take on the perspectives and emotions of those he “empathizes” with as a form of telepathic psychometry. His empathy also allows him to envision whatever he wants, closing his eyes or willfully dissociating and entering a world of his own creation. He can will himself into hallucinations while still entirely lucid. This is something that’s psychologically and scientifically impossible. People’s brains just don’t work like that. It’s fantasy, straight up, and the psychologists of the show’s universe are seemingly unruffled by it other than in terms of its understudied rarity.

I’d wager that Elliot Buddish sits at the mid-point of that sliding scale of rare, heightened physical and mental abilities compared to Will’s more mentalistic leanings and Hannibal’s more physical and sensory-based ones. Elliot killed and displayed his victims as “angels”, believing that he could sense who was a sinner. But a state of psychosis can’t explain how every victim of his happened to be a killer, violent criminal or sexual predator. The BAU team had to run his victims through their database to reach the same conclusion, and Elliot distinguished sinners from average people through seeing their heads wreathed in flames, a visualization reminiscent of the “light bar” Will uses to visualize a crime scene from the start. The reason I think he falls in the middle of the abilities spectrum is because his suicide— suspending himself from a barn’s beams, cutting and tying wings from his own skin before bleeding to death— and the impossible pain tolerance and strength it required matches Hannibal’s more physically centered abilities too.

Hannibal Lecter is practically a monument to carnality in all its flavors and forms, from his incredibly violent past to his love for manipulating minds and bodies with equal dedication and his preference for human flesh. It makes sense, then, that his elevated abilities should lie within the realm of the physical instead— or perhaps his inclinations are partially a result of the nature of the skills he was born with. Hannibal’s senses are elevated beyond that of any human and even those of some other animal species— his sense of smell is so precise that he can detect particle traces of corn husk on the body of a killer’s victim who was covered in resin, blood and dirt and jumped into a river before being found bloated downstream in the midst of the bleach-laden BAU lab. He can pick up on hormonal fluctuations as well in a related way and can recognize certain mixes of hormones, which is just impossible in real life. He says that he could smell the stomach cancer on a teacher of his and recognizes that Bella Crawford has cancer too, and he picks up on the changes in bodily chemicals that herald Will’s encephalitis and the fear of his victims. The senses of smell and taste are somewhat intertwined, and he can “taste the fear” in Randall’s flesh as a result. His exploits stalking around houses, roads and neurology offices in the pitch-dark seem to imply better night vision, and his pain tolerance is simply inhuman, silent and stoic as he’s branded by Cordell and fully mobile even after being shot in the side by Dolarhyde.

These slightly supernatural reality-but-to-the-left elements in the world of the show have always intrigued me, honestly, and they really put the cherry on top of an already wonderful series. To me, they seem to pay homage to the occasional flashes of surrealism and thrilling unreality that run through Thomas Harris’s original novels, matching the crisp, straightforward prose in the show’s visual medium in a way that’s delightful to watch. I’ve never watched any other piece of media that twists and stretches the world of its story as captivatingly as this, and I don’t think I ever will.

[yuellii]

when imitating life from art

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 of what kinds of gifts they would give you while we wait for maintenance to end !

feat. various fontaine characters, separately

note. reader’s gender not specified, not necessarily romantic but definitely can be, this is written pre-release, just something to kill the time during maintenance before fontaine drops !!

FURINA.

random trinkets ; She’s quite sporadic, actually. Quite similar to the flamboyance of her demeanor, she does not stick to a theme when she’s gift-giving to you especially. They must be random, they must be completely new and fun every time—and that’s not a rule, it’s only like the laws of nature.

In retrospect, they’re all endearing in the end. If there’s one theme she missed, it’s that all these random trinkets pertained to you in some way, even in the oddest of aspects. Truth be told, she picked items up once they reminded her of you, and that itself was enough to excuse the weirdness of some of her presents.

LYNEY.

magic tricks ;; The gifts he gives themselves are… rather normal. But he is a person of presentation, or so he’d say. Therefore, the true uniqueness that set him aside from any other gift givers was the performance he gave alongside them.

For even the smallest of gifts—books, drinks, Mora—he insists he hides them from you first. With a wink and a grin that can be frustrating sometimes, the true present is really how hard he tries to impress you. And so, he goes out of his way to try something new every time. If you’re not impressed, absolutely astounded and amazed, then is it really a gift from him at all?

LYNETTE.

flowers ;; The irony is that Lynette hates flowers… When they’re given to her, at least. But they were always offered to her early into her career that she just associates them with goodness, and goodness, only. So in her mind, who is more deserving of flowers than you?

She doesn’t quite know flower meanings; she likely has no idea each one even had a separate connotation. But she knew that they looked pretty, and if you paid attention hard enough, you’d notice they were displayed in such a beautiful way every time she gave them to you, like she felt the need to carefully arrange them to your liking.

FREMINET.

seashells ;; ‘He sells seashells by the seashore’—not really, but he liked mumbling it to himself whenever he came by. He liked diving; pretty much everyone knew that. He liked the water; everyone knew that, too. But, he also liked to silently hand you shells he collected from his little water sessions.

If you took the time to notice all the details, you’d see that he only brings you complete shells, ones that stents cracked or broken. It’s as if he sorted them out one by one, making sure they look pristine before selecting them as the final one—and maybe, that’s truly what he does.

NEUVILLETTE.

dinner dates ;; He actually doesn’t… give you gifts. Physical ones, anyways. He’s a very serious yet interesting man, one that leaves you guessing what his next move will be.

What he does as a treat in place of a physical present is treat you out to a nice dinner, but you won’t know what days he will ask until he is already in front of you. They’re quite nice, though, as he always picks places he knows you enjoy at least a few things off the menu. And they’re quite expensive and classy, too. You’re also not quite sure if he picks these random nights based on your mood throughout the day, or based on his own selfish discretion… But honestly, you’ll never know.

WRIOTHESLEY.

tea boxes ;; The man in charge of a fleet of exiled convicts is one you’d consider to be more scruff and too barbaric of a person, but he is gentle in the way he likes his tea. It’s a form of art that calms him down from the bottom of the ocean, one that he thinks you would enjoy, too.

And so he loves giving sets of new blends he’s tried, or sometimes specific herbs to add to really make a different aroma pop more than usual. He always prefers tea over anything, and his gifts and recommendations are his way of saying he wants you to enjoy them, too.

NAVIA.

skincare ;; The lady is quite particular with the sun and the shade, the hydrating and hydro-boosting—she takes care in the art of aesthetics and believes it’s only fair that you pamper yourself, same way as she does on her own. There’s an interest she takes, one that is so particular in which she studies your type of skin just to find out what lotion would be best, or what would keep your face hydrated.

And at first, you’d think to yourself maybe it’s a bit insulting, like she needs to look better than you already do. But wish her dashing smile always so positive when she gifts them, it’s clear she has the best of intentions.

CLORINDE.

gold trinkets ;; Being a champion duelist meant many things, but one of those features implicated an eye for the golden prize. Gold was always classy, so she liked it. Love was also classy, and she liked feeling it whenever she thought of something to give to you. It was always something gold, ranging from expensive jewelry to even cheap, gold-lined trinkets.

But she thought of you when she chose it, and she thought it was pretty enough to give to you. And it felt lovely, at the very least, as if she was sharing her winning trophies.

[bigfatbreak]

more mlp au dumps

3 am palette cleanser. tis the season

additional fun for my dorky ass twibra au... twilight's friends mimic the elements of harmony in a way that reflects the magic of their pony selves (bc I said so lmao) and it's what brings her back from the brink after principal cinch grenade tosses her little magical collector in her face and blasts her with equestrian magic

details:

Chrysalis represents generosity specifically because of how she's selfish on behalf of her friends. she's absolutely willing to dupe other people and manipulate them if she thinks it'll help out anyone in the squad, even if the fallout could be cataclysmic. This has led to a really bad reputation following her around, and though its not really unprecedented, her friends still keep her around as she means well. It's a bit hard training her out of fawning over other people to try and make them stay, but she just wants everyone well-fed and happy.

Stygian has the loyalty blessing because he's the real ride or die. He would rather physically staple himself to his friends than possibly lose them, especially since he was subject to losing a friend group in the past which left him deserted at a really bad time. Meeting Tempest around that time was the only thing that kept him going, and now he's fiercely protective of his new friend group.

Spike is laughter because I love him. puppy power

Tempest gets honesty because she's extremely blunt, even though sometimes its to the point of insulting, she genuinely just wants communication to be established at any cost. Her straightforward attitude is very effective at stopping Chryssie's schemes and keeping Stygian grounded, and she doesn't mind being an anchor for the team, especially since she used to be team captain on her volleyball team before she lost her arm. The sense of "these people need me" helps anchor her as much as it anchors them.

Sombra can be exceedingly kind, showering people in gifts and lavish trips, assisting them in whatever programs they're in, and he's more than willing to put the effort in and sacrifice things of his own if it means his friends will benefit from it - but it stops there. His kindness is wonderful only to those in his close circle, and most importantly, to Twilight.

though their dynamic sometimes isn't the healthiest, they're all recovering from friendship issues of their own - some done to them, some because of what THEY did to others - and Twilight's the precious sun they seem to rotate around, as being a shut-in only focusing on her studies has given her zero inclination to have any sort of preconceived notions of other people. For friends with a bad past they're trying to work through, its incredibly refreshing, and they would rather die than lose her.

even more additional details:

Sombra collects pretty minerals, and wears a lot of jewelry as a result. He often compares Twilight to precious stones and seems smug about dating her.

Tempest and Stygian are room mates, but they're not dating, sharing a purely platonic relationship. (Stygian is gay and Tempest is a lesbian. they're each other's beards, basically)

Chryssie lives in an apartment Sombra pays the rent to, but only under the agreement that she stop dating people just to raid their houses. It's worked so far, at least according to CCTV footage

once the magic Twilight absorbed disperses into the team, giving them magic, Spike gets dragon attributes along with being able to talk. This means sometimes he eats Sombra's fancy gemstones and there's absolutely nothing he can do about it because if he yells at his gf's dog/little brother he'll get smacked. Sombra is in hell but everyone else loves it

[littlewonders7]

Arcane isekai ideas for reader pt.5

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- I remember last post I mention how I would like to see the difference in world reality and personalities between y/n and the world of arcane and I’ve been trying to figure how that go as idk how to dive deeper into more of that idea

- like I know I would like the our y/n to be different from what you typically see in other x reader fics (I love them tho) like as in more personally but not too out of touch where you cannot even relate or make a sort of connection between the reader and y/n, however I do not have the skill for it

- I just like the idea of the reader our y/n struggle to understand the era and setting arcane themes of from, especially from growing up in a modern society where magic doesn’t exist, and some of technological advances our world has done over the years. I want their differences of opinion and social norms actually affect the characters of arcane, cause the y/n being an out of place player someone who doesn’t follow the rules of piltover nor zaun, who doesn’t let their background effect the y/n treating those around them as equal or normal since they live in a society where rich, middle, and poor can unite together without such grudge like you see in arcane social classes.

- I like how y/n personality is shown through their dialogue and the way the speak, how they dress, how they are as a living person who is still trying to understand and call out the outlandish stereotypes arcane has grown up to, and how that compares to the cast who did grow up in arcane, who had to believe that zaun and piltover could never find similarities and unite together as one, but one soul who chose to be different and themselves even when thrown into a new reality with new rules, cause they didn’t find that living.

- I know I haven’t mention a single arcane character yet(aside from sky) but just think of the idea of those from zaun such as Vi , Jinx ,Ekko or even the whole crew meeting this y/n who first believe was from piltover from maybe having freshly clothes or how they are kind and polite( like you probably see in modern times) but then see more of y/n who really isn’t that at all cause they are just responding how they would to a living being, like the idea of a person who still gives respect to a person without a catch, without a thought cause you simply saw someone who needs help, or maybe how you have a colorful personality and looks how you want regardless it consider “appropriate” in piltover or not but doesn’t care. Like I would think Vi would be on guard at first or at least put off guard by it but once understanding more of y/n perhaps becomes a protector towards them cause y/n would be one of the few who isn’t effected by social classification nor easily persuaded by influence people, and is genuinely a good thing to genuinely exist, maybe for jinx and ekko it’s y/n gen z like personality and the way how they respond to things, like someone who will not be contain, for jinx it’s like saying how it’s okay to mess up and make mistake from time to time the importance of what you do from it, or maybe how ekko deserves to live because of how much he gave up to save his own. just having someone who treat them alive and such comfort for simply existing could really effect them, idk i just want y/n gen z to let them experience living and not surviving.

- and if we go to piltover, maybe we have someone who accepting of Caitlyn and doesn’t care about her status, and see hers as person, or maybe with viktor who tells him stop trying to get validation from those who don’t value him as a person that he’s already perfect by being different and himself, maybe tell Jayce it’s okay to be selfish because he doesn’t need to please everybody in order to be love, or perhaps showing Mel that emotions were never an enemy and not everything needs to be political in order to be respected, show heimerdinger that time is important and how you spend what possible life you have left is value show much more to those who never had enough time.

- I honestly don’t know if i explained this well enough but I hope you get the gist.

[starguardianniom]

Not gonna lie I'm still really pissed above and beyond about Gabriel's wish at the end of season 5.

Especially since he's being able to do it and instead wish for something else entirely anyway.

Like, for 5 seasons he wanted to bring back Emilie so Adrien could have his mother again.

He ends up instead going to join her in the afterlife and let Nathalie take care of Adrien instead.

He selfishly decided to not give Adrien back his mom but instead make him an orphan and have someone else do the job for him just so he could be with his love, so his feelings mattered more than Adrien's I guess. Given all the talk about Adrien needing his mother, oh well he can keep Nathalie instead. He could have legit healed Emilie and brought her back in Adrien's life and given what we see in Werepapas she seems to have been nice and just wanting her family together rather than obsessing over magical jewels and getting back her health, clearly the only adult in the house with reason.

Heck, Nathalie was dead in the end, he brought her back so he could simply go without remorse with Emilie.

I kind of hope that even if he's dead, he still went in hell separating him forever from Emilie.

Because honestly I doubt that Emilie would take him back in death after knowing what he did.

I feel she wouldn't be proud, as he wasted 99% of his screentime not caring about Adrien much when she wanted him to be there for him and he screwed it up, and if he did, he later took it back, and especially in season 5 where it was more emotional manipulation than love.

Hell I will say Gabriel ain't related to Adrien, he was made from his amok by Emilie and she had him for nine months in herself, Gabriel had no participation in it, unless you count that Emilie used her feelings of love toward Gabriel to create Adrien, but still, I consider him his step dad instead of his dad because one, honestly true that Adrien was made by magic and by Emilie alone with the Peacock miraculous so Gabriel did nothing except giving the peacock to her, whereas Felix was created by Colt, and Amelie also had him for nine months before giving birth to him, so Felix really does have a dad, Adrien doesn't much. Gabriel is married to his mother but he's more like his step dad.

And you know what, after seeing Werepapas, I feel we finally had the real reason for why Adrien was homeschooled, it was to keep Emilie company while Gabriel and Nathalie were trying to find the miraculouses.

That's honestly in equal parts sweet and sad. On one hand he got to be really close to her before her death years later, on the other hand it still made him really isolated from the world and he couldn't really be a normal kid while also being alone with his ill mother and being there the entire time she slowly was dying for his entire childhood and seeing her getting worse over the years, while his dad was too busy trying to save her than trying to spend what little time they had left, that's depressing as fuck.

And Gabriel in the end just ends up prioritizing his own feelings over Adrien's, he dies and let Emilie die and let Nathalie handle the rest without a thought about what she has to say about it, sure Emilie was fine with Nathalie being there for him when she would be gone and I find it sweet, but also, also, still Gabriel's decision just comes from selfishness.

Though I still find it weird, because given season 1 Nathalie seemed like one of the most cold person around, for someone who is supposed to have been motherly to Adrien since he was young, the fact that she decides to just steal Marinette's gift to give to Adrien on behalf of Gabriel when he's angry at her for not making him remember about it, making it also look like she forgot about it and didn't care, and apparently probably also didn't give Adrien a gift herself either, well, it looks weird. Or just the writers forgot that Nathalie was pretty much more an employee and assistant than family back in season 1. Also there's the line where Adrien said that he always gets pencils from his dad so the scarf was a nice surprise, suggesting Nathalie has been secretly giving him pencils in his father's name for years, yeah, weird.

I guess that after using the peacock she tried to make the best with what little time she had left and tried to do right by Adrien.

Probably why Gabriel revived her while he went in the afterlife with Emilie, because she was doing everything he should have toward Adrien, and he knew he couldn't do that, but appreciated that she did, and felt like she deserved another chance and that Adrien would be in good hands with her. That's about the only reason I could see why he changed his wish at the end, because he knew Nathalie redeemed herself while she still had time while he was too far gone, so he decided that he didn't deserves to be with Adrien while she did and thus saved her. Possibly. It's the only selfless explanation that I could give to him for doing that, though I also feels it's still too little too late from him and makes him come across as a selfish, cowardly bastard that just runs away from his responsabilities to happily join his wife in death and let someone else clean up his messes.

[softxsuki]

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may i have the trope drabble one, with trope #13: “who did this to you?” and the fandom is for obey me! shall we date? with fem!reader pleaseee !!

THANK YOUUUU :D

1.5k Follower Event Trope #13 Obey Me

Trope 13: "who did this to you"

Check out my event here! Event requests are CLOSED

Pairing: Lucifer x Fem!MC

Warnings: mentions of cuts and bruises

Genre: uhhh slight fluff, and comfort???

Post-Type: Drabble

Word Count: 500

Note: I think this trope fits with a few of the obey me characters like Solomon (he's mysterious but imagine him seeing you hurt and he just snaps, his usual cool exterior crumbling away AHHHHH). But ultimately I picked Lucifer. He's probably the most protective and possessive of everyone combined so it was a no brainer to pick him. THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVIE, ILY and I hope you enjoy! <33333

“Who did this to you?” Lucifer grits, staring at the cuts that weren’t there this afternoon when he saw you off after class. He had to stay behind for an urgent student council meeting, leaving you to walk back to the House of Lamentation alone, much to his hesitance.

“It’s just a few scrapes, there’s no reason to get so upset,” you mumble, not really wanting to think of the group of demons who decided to surround you and pick on you due to your lack of security. One of the brothers usually walked home with you, knowing how some of the residents of the Devildom felt about you, a human, living in their world, attending their school, but they happened to all be busy today.

It was already late as Lucifer stood in your room, his brows furrowed and a scowl on his face at your not-so-pleasant appearance. He knew he should have just walked you home and then returned for this meeting after. 

“Which lowly scum decided it was okay to place their filthy hands on you while I wasn’t around?” He seethes, “Even if you don’t tell me, I’ll find out. And once I do, just know that they’ll pay.”

He was beyond furious. As your lover, he felt responsible for you, especially in a world like the Devildom that was dangerous for a human like you, yet he was too selfish to send you back to the human world. He loved you and needed you beside him.

“Luc, it’s really not a big de-”

“Enough! Come with me,” he shouts, grabbing your wrist, surprisingly gently despite his clear anger at whoever harmed you. Though he was powerful and easy to anger, Lucifer would never harm you.

The halls were empty and dimly lit, the other brothers already tucked away in their own rooms for the night, aside from Beelzebub who was likely scouring the kitchen for more food; Lucifer led you through the halls all the way to his room.Closing the door behind him, he placed you on his bed before leaving for a first aid kit, something he kept around, specifically for your sake since he and his brothers never got hurt.

“Let me see,” he says softly, now a little calmer since he knew you were safe and with him. You raise your face to him, and once again a small frown appears across his lips, unsatisfied with what had happened. 

His long fingers trace over the small cuts and bruises on your face, mostly upset at himself for letting you walk home alone–he should have known better.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, gently cleaning up your injuries with the utmost love and care, wishing he could magically heal you in moments like these. “They’ll pay, I swear they’ll pay.”

There was nothing you could say or do to convince him otherwise. Those lowly demons had chosen to place their hands on you, his woman, so they were bound to face the wrath of your man.

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Posted: 9/11/2023

[yandere-kittee]

Yandere! Malleus x Gn! Reader

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Note: I strictly believe that Malleus has everything that it takes to be a yandere, so here are my thoughts on this:3

❦warnings: Yandere behavior, kidnapping, drugging(like using magic to make you fall unconscious),

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Malleus finds it hard to grow closer to other people, except for the few people he is already close with, he swears he's not all that scary he plays out to be, He's just very tall and intimidating, that much people know, but once you grew closer to him without knowing who he was at first, Malleus was happy to talk with someone who wasn't Lillia, Sebek or Silver.

He loved the way you would listen to him, getting so invested and adding little comments of your own here and there, his admiration for you increased after his identity was revealed, you didn't care, in your eyes he was still the same Hornton to you.

Malleus later realized that he wasn't all that fond with sharing, not when he could see the way Ace was draping his arm over your shoulders and how close the two of you were, he found it hard to contain himself.

He tries not to be selfish and seek your attention out for himself, so he makes the most out of the moments he is with you, walking closer to you, the brief longing touches, and just staring at you whenever you're not looking.

Lillia is not blind, he's lived enough years to know the meaning behind the look that Malleus gives you, he's very aware of Malleus' growing feelings for you and encourages Malleus, even helping him to get closer to you.

He's Malleus' wingman in love, he gives Malleus advice to make you his, "It's best to claim them now before anyone else can. " He had advised.

Malleus would do just that, he wanted to begin courting you officially, gifting you gifts that he find would suit you, especially if it's shiny, he seems to smile even wider when you accept it from him and hold it with such gentle care, when he comes into your room in the future and sees the gifts he's given to you displayed on your shelves he'd feel giddy at the sight.

Just imagining of you thinking of him whenever you lay your eyes on the gifts. When the prospect of you having suitors aside from him, he can't seem to blame you for you are just so irresistible and perfect in his eyes, he eliminates any potential threats to your growing relation ship, passing them all of as accidents.

Though, whenever he's with you, and he can't seem to eliminate them himself, he orders Sebek and Silver to go after them themselves, not wanting to disturb whatever the two of you had going on.

Although Sebek may be quite hesitant and very unaccepting at the fact that Malleus wants you to be his, he will not let his Master be sad or have someone else take what belongs to his master rightfully, so he does everything he his told with the pride as Malleus' guard, protecting his relationship.

Silver doesn't seem to be very bothered, he doesn't inherently agree to what's happening because of his morals, but Malleus was his Master and Lillia seemed to be all in on it, even Sebek who seemed so reluctant was doing everything to bring the two of you together, so he would just shrug and do what he's told.

Now, what manifests/testers his yandere side more is after being told that there's a possibility of you finally finding a way back home through Crowley, why would you need to go back home when home was where ever he was?

Why we're trying to get away from your future spouse? Did he do something wrong? Was it all not enough?

He didn't understand, but he tried to, when he asked you if you really were going to leave, you had explained that you had to go back to your family and friends, you needed to be back home!

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"Silly child of man, whatever do you mean? You are home. " he said with an innocent smile, you we're about to ask him a question but your vision seemed to turn black after that.

Before you could fall to the ground, Malleus had catches you, wrapping his arms around you, your unconscious body leaning against his steady and calm figure.

He had picked you up in his arms and brought you back to his dorm and trapped you into his room, once he graduates this year, he'll take you back to Briar valley and even introduce you to his grandmother and announce you as his future spouse.

"Don't worry child of man, you are safe with me, and you will have everything you could ever want be given to you. Including my heart. "

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I don't know man, did I cook a little too hard with this one?

Anyways! I just started posting again cause I was voted:P Might post again in the next blue moon!

ALSO I DID NOT NOTICE I FINALLY HIT 417 FOLLOWERS??? THAT'S INSANE I LOVE YOU GUYS SM💙💙💙

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[jemgirl86]

This whole stupid narrative people have concocted from that one PCS about Sam being “out of character” or being selfish when he was the one being insulted & who did the right thing makes me so angry! That tweet you posted where they call him a skrull just…. I swear I’m so sick of these racist ass stans. Also, Bucky absolutely looks very funny in the light rn, no matter which way they try to defend him. I need the Wakandans to snatch that arm right back off him for good.

Yeah… it’s like, what really kills me, is how easy it always is for everyone to turn on Sam and view everything he does, or is “suspected” of doing, in the worst possible light. I mean, we saw it during the TFATWS Era. Hell, there are still people who think he was bullying Bucky during the show 🙄 And now all those same people, and a slew of other weirdos, are concocting wild theories and coming to the most absurd conclusions about him - conclusions that don’t even fit his character, mind you - based on a PCS he wasn’t even in.

Then there’s the OOC talk. Well, no, it’s not OOC that Sam, who is Captain America and a former Avenger, would have an opinion on who is running around calling themselves avengers. That’s normal. Especially given Val’s involvement. It would be odd if he didn’t have an opinion.

And, yeah, ita, Bucky is the one who looks funny and OOC. You mean to tell me that the same man who decided to blow off part of a campaign event to fly to see Sam even if it was only gonna be for two minutes, just so he could check on him and give him a pep talk, and tell him he loves him, is the same guy who just a few short months later is willingly working with the guy who tried to kill Sam and folding for the head of the CIA???? LOL okay, sure. He looks OOC, and he looks plain old bad.

No matter what excuses anyone wants to make, at the end of the day we can only go by what we’re seeing on the screen, and what we’re seeing on the screen makes Bucky look like a lousy friend. Yeah, yeah, we all know the writers will (probably) magic it away later, but this isn’t later, this is now. And as of now, he looks bad, and him and the thunderbolts all looked incredibly delusional re: “we own you,” whether their stans want to admit it or not 🤷🏾‍♀️

[yan-lorkai]

Hello! How would yandere twst react to the fact that reader cannot get pregnant in any way, and thinks that she has infertility, but how did it turn out later that it was yandere who suffer from infertility? How hurt will they be by the fact that they will not be able to give what reader wants, who is now demanding an end to their marriage due to their infertility and has already found herself a new candidate by making contact with him?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Hii anonie! I wasn't sure if you wanted all the characters from the babytrap hcs so I just picked Malleus and Leona, but let me know if you wanted the others too I'm more than happy to write them! :D

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, Infertility and talk about pregnancy/children, imprisonment, possessiveness, malleus using his UM

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Malleus is determined to try a thousand times if need be, the thought of building a family still circling his mind as he hopes to get you pregnant this time. Several factors may be preventing you from getting pregnant such as stress, lack of vitamins or health problems, so Malleus changes your routine to a calmer one and brings the royal doctors to you to find out what the problem is.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Even though he's a little delusional, Malleus can see that maybe there's a problem he didn't foresee: you're infertile. But even if you're infertile he still loves you dearly, if you can't have kids biologically then he's sure maybe you could adopt.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But when does he find out you're not infertile? Malleus doesn't quite know how to feel, he knows that it only means one thing and that the problem is him. And the world trembles under his feet, the sky is swept clean of any sign of the sun as thunder crashes to the earth, Malleus hadn't considered the hypothesis that he might be infertile and even though royal doctors talk about this or that, he doesn't catch a single word. He can't, he can't give you what you want, he can't fulfill his role as a husband and he fears your reaction to his hypothesis.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ That night he comes to lie beside you, quiet, and he holds you tenderly against his chest, stroking your sides and looking at you like it's the first time he's really seen you. And he shares his suspicions about his infertility with you, watching each expression pass over your face, expecting you to yell at him and storm out of the room, but you don't. You stay there and you both tremble in each other's embrace, and Malleus thinks for a second that maybe you don't care either and that maybe nothing will change in your relationship.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But as time goes by he realizes that this is not the case. And one day he enters your shared room to notice that your bags are packed and that you intend to leave, Malleus doesn't need you to tell him why, he knows, deep down he knows why you're leaving him. And he feels a terrible pain go through him, especially when you tell him how you've been exchanging letters with another man and that you didn't want to be with him anymore. And if Malleus were just a little less selfish, maybe he would have let you go and live your dream of having a child, but he can't think of that and he loves you too much to give you up, so he puts you to sleep with his magic, trapped forever inside your own body.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Leona feels that he has failed you and him, especially if you have high expectations of having a child with him. No matter how many times you try, none of the attempts are fruitful and he can hear the servants' mean comments in the corridors, he can see what those whispers and giggles do to you. Until one day, his mother suggests that one of the two of you may have some problem that prevents you from conceiving and Leona is terrified of the thought. He could grunt and murmur that Cheka bothers him, but he wanted a child and when you married him Leona imagined what that child would be like, would they have your eyes or your smile? Would they be as beautiful and graceful as you?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Knowing that maybe they can't be born because one of you is infertile breaks his heart as much as yours, but he stands strong to support you during this delicate time as you visit the medical wing.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ And honestly, the confirmation that he was infertile leaves him stunned and afraid, as if he were just going to be a hated boy again and that no one believed he was worth anything. And he knows well the look of disappointment that passes over your face and it hurts him more than he lets on, he would expect this from anyone but you, this is not something he can control but maybe there is a treatment or something he can do. And he starts to plan as the two of you return to your room.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He knows as he watches you spend time with Cheka or other kids that this is something you wanted to experience and something you won't be able to have if you stay with him, he knows that at some point you'll leave or maybe stay long enough until your relationship deteriorates. He just didn't expect it to hurt so much when it happened, with you throwing divorce papers in his face while announcing loud and clear that you're leaving, that there is another man in your heart who can give you what you want and how you've been exchanging letters with him this whole time. But he can't let you go, no matter how much you scream or cry or how much you run from him, you're his and there's nothing you can do or anyone to turn to for help.

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

Shamefully Rollo is one of my favs, so I mean how about a prompt on Yandere!Rollo bring clingy to Yuu

Or

Rollo post-festival being friends with Yuu and it becomes something more(plus angst with yk him being very two faced w/ trauma and all 🤷‍♀️)

this one is more focused on the first prompt, but I also sorta did my own thing, but I’m proud of it!!! Enjoy, lovey!

{takes place after the Glorious masquerade event, and based on an idea from another writer where Rollos punishment is to attend NRC.}

warnings: yes, this is yandere content, I’m a yandere blog who just happens to write my characters soft. Thoughts of somnophillia, Rollo is a heavy worshipper, male masturbation, pathetic Rollo (no different from canon), Rollo makes out with you while you’re in a deep sleep caused by a potion he slipped into your food, creepy Rollo, small hint of yandere Azul, Riddle, and Malleus, pussystarved Rollo are any of my characters NOT pussy starved? A little bit of masochist Rollo.

Fragile.

Rollo loved you, that was for certain.

He loved the way you fidgeted with your writing utensils or your clothes when you were bored and occasionally distracted, the way the sun caught in your stunning (h/c) hair, the way your gorgeous, dreamer eyes constantly flitted about and took in your surroundings with never fading intrigue and liveliness.

He loved the way you were laid stretched out in front of him currently, sleeping and unaware of him creeping about your room.

Ever since you had stepped onto the property of Nobel Bell College with those damned NRC students, he had taken a special interest in you. You, who was magicless and surrounded by wolves who would tear you apart and taint you at a seconds notice out of their own selfishness. In his eyes, you needed protection from harm. After all, you appeared to be such a fragile thing, but…

Rollo could not have been more wrong.

After the whole Crimson Lotus fiasco, the reveal of his plans to rid twisted wonderland of magic, the knowledge of what happened to his brother, it was you, you, magicless, wonderful, compassionate you who held his delicate and crumbling self together in the aftermath. It was you who cradled him in your arms like he was fine china and used your own body to shield him from the smoldering glares of your friends, as your kindness pierced his very soul like a dagger made out of pure gold.

It was you and you alone who could fill his body with such heat it nearly suffocated him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. It was your name he whimpered and sobbed pathetically to himself when he was breaking down or desperately rutting into his fist, the thought of your touch the only thing he could focus on.

When the time came for you and the rest of the NRC students to leave, it took every bit of Rollos self restraint to keep from lashing out, especially when a certain Malleus Draconia, Azul Ashengrotto, and Riddle Rosehearts had all stood protectively in front of you when he tried to pull you aside to give you a personal farewell.

It would have been so easy to spirit you away to the bell tower or his room, if only he had been able to get you alone.

Rollo despised magic with all his being, and even more so he hated himself for being born with such a gift. However, as he watched you give him one last pitying look before finally departing, he was thankful for the small spell he murmured which transported a pair of your underwear from your packed clothes to underneath the fabric of his uniform. Now, Rollo was not a man who appreciated pity, and never saw himself as an individual who would accept such pathetic sentiments, but later that night as he held the fabric of your underwear to his face and frantically bucked his hips into his precum covered hand, he found himself thinking that he would accept any look from you that came his way as long as it was just that. That you were looking at him. Paying attention to him, even if it was delivered in the form of anger or the pity he seemed to despise so much.

Rollo had seldom gotten off before meeting you, and even then he never got off to anyone or anything, simply chasing his high with a blank mind for stress relief and always feeling revolted by himself afterwards. You had been the one to walk into his life and change that. Of course you had. Now Rollo struggled to go a day without cuming to the thought of you, imagining your gentle touch all over his aching body as you kissed him with as much love as he felt for you.

Enough love to harm someone for simply looking at you the wrong way.

Of course, Nobel bell college was not just going to ignore what he had done. Rollo knew better than that. It took the school a full week to decide upon a proper punishment, during which he only left his dorm for meals and to maintain the bell tower, which gave him plenty of time to think and fantasize about you. He wondered if you thought about him at all, about his thinly veiled fragile state that you had seen him in last.

Rollo was well aware that being transferred to NRC was supposed to be a punishment, that he would most likely be looked down upon and treated ruthlessly, but it took every ounce of self control to keep a giddy grin off of his face at the prospect of seeing you again. That being said, the shock that painted itself on his pale face again you opened the door to the Ramshackle dorm, the place he was now supposed to live, was near comical. Immediately, he had brought his purple handkerchief to his mouth, desperate to save face and regain his composure.

“Greetings, prefect.” Rollo had murmured hastily.

At seeing the normally cold former student president being so shy, a gentle smile had spread across your perfect, pretty lips. Lips that Rollo wanted to kiss him breathless, lips that Rollo had fantasized about covering the expanse of his flesh in bruising kisses and bites until he was so thoroughly marked up he couldn’t possibly hide them all.

Lips that Rollo was willing to kill for to keep all to himself.

“Hi, Rollo. How many times do I have to tell you that you can just call me (y/n)?” You had said, teasingly pulling his handkerchief away from his lips and flicking his nose before pulling him inside as he flushed crimson, bringing him to his current position.

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Rollo was standing over your bed, watching as you slept without any interruptions, curtesy of the sleeping potion he had brewed just mere hours earlier. The moonlight spilled from your open curtains, highlighting your beautiful form as deep breathes moved your frame. Kneeling down beside the bed, Rollo moved his face close to yours and moved his hand to cup your face, absentmindedly stroking your cheek and swiping his tongue over his lips. You looked so peaceful and serene, not to mention warm underneath your blankets, and Rollo couldn’t deny himself the overwhelming urge to crawl into bed with you and cuddle. He had already moved a drugged Grimm away into another room, so there was nothing that could interrupt his time alone with you.

Eagerly, Rollo pulled back the covers on your bed and ensnared himself between your arms, your foreheads pressed against each other as he nuzzled your nose with his own. As his gaze fell to your lips, a small smile pulled on his own as he slowly started to lean forward, desperate for even just a little bit of your love whether fabricated or not. The moment his lips locked with yours, a needy moan reverberated from his mouth to yours. The relief of finally being able to touch you was getting to Rollo as his thoughts became cloudy and his legs tangled with yours. The kiss was clumsy and shaky, like a fawn learning to stand for the first time, as Rollo wrapped his arms around you and pressed his body flush against yours, his skin burning with heat. If you had been awake, you might have likened the way he practically devoured your mouth to the way of a man getting his first taste of food in years.

Moving one of his hands to yours, he slowly brought your entwined fingers up to his hair, positioning your digits in the white locks as he used his own to tighten your grasp and lightly tug on the sensitive strands, moaning as he imagined you lightly tilting his head back so you could access his neck and dig your teeth into his skin. The thought of his blood on your teeth was an appealing one, the scarlet red contrasting against your beautiful skin. Rollo made another keening noise, free to be as loud as he wanted as no one else who could wake up was around, when he brought your hand from his hair down to his throat and forced your fingers to squeeze around the sides of his neck like a vice, his mind wandering to different scenarios where you decided to dish out your own punishment to him for trying to hurt those disgusting magic users you called friends. He imagined your hand wrapped around his throat as you pulled him in for bruising kisses, only to tie his hands above his head, unable to touch you more than what you would allow.

“Did you really think I had forgotten about what you tried to pull?” You would mock as your nails traced teasing lines over his thighs as you straddled him.

“Are you really so foolish to believe that I wouldn’t notice that you swiped my underwear when I left? Honestly, you’re such a perv.”

Oh, and how Rollo would whine and beg for your touch, he thought to himself. How he would agree and beg for you to give him your own special brand of justice.

“Did you think I would just let you get away with it? Hm? No, no, no, my love, I was simply waiting for the perfect time to punish you, and now-” you would lean over him and harshly pinch the tip of his cock, causing him to whine and squirm as he looked up at you with teary eyes. “-I have you right where I want you.”

“Please, please, please, please! I was a fool! I know I was! Punish me! Do anything you want to me! Just let me prove myself to be worthy of you!”

He would tug on his restraints, but other than that, Rollo would be more than content to be your little plaything for as long as he lived.

Using his thumb and forefinger on his other hand, he gently grasped your chin and moved your jaw down before wrapping his arms around you again, connecting his lips in another searing kiss as his tongue began to invade your mouth. Small whimpers were muffled by your mouth as Rollo became all too aware of how pitifully hard he was in his pajama pants, his hips rolling against yours in a desperate attempt to gain friction from your sleeping form. Tears ran down his face as he separated from you for the briefest moment to tug himself out from beneath his waistband, his reddened cock already leaking precum. Rollo turned back to face you and immediately wrapped his arms around you once more, rutting against you as more moans and choked sobs spilled from his puffy lips before they were swiftly connected to yours with fervor.

“Oh, please, please, (y/n)! I need you so bad, but I don’t deserve it! I’m just a disgusting pervert who doesn’t deserve to be near you, someone so pure. Mm~ mmmm~ but I want it, want you! Need you! Mm, mm, mm, ah!~ please!~”

Moving his hips faster, Rollo began to pant and bite his lip, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh and causing it to bleed. Moving his tongue to lick up the blood and keep it from staining anything on your bed, Rollo imagined using the wet appendage to please you. Imagined kneeling between your spread thighs and desperately drinking down all that you had to offer as you pet his hair and praised him, calling him a good boy. Just the mere thought of getting your cum on his tongue made his cock twitch and his hips stutter in his rhythm, not like he had much of one to begin with anyway. He was trying to hold himself back, trying to make the moment last as long as possible, trying to do his best to learn how to hold out for you so that when the real thing happened he wouldn’t embarrass himself by cumming pitifully early. Trying wasn’t enough. While he was grinding against you, your pajama shirt had slid up slightly without Rollo noticing, and all it took was for the head of his cock to lightly brush against the warm skin of your tummy for his lips to part in a near shout of your name before a thick white liquid coated the area and his abdomen.

Coming down from his high, Rollo pulled you as close as possible as the last twitches and jerks of his hips died down. Finally collecting himself slightly, Rollo pulled his pajama pants back up and shifted his face down to the sperm that coated your skin. He could practically hear you say, “clean up your mess, Rollo. Like a good boy.”, and that’s exactly what he planned to do. Carefully, Rollo began to lick up the mess he had made over your soft skin, his eyes half lidded as the exhaustion of staying up so late began to take its toll on him. Gulping down the last of his cum, Rollo quickly crawled back up to your face and pulled you in for a long, loving kiss. The potion would keep you asleep for a good few hours still, and he had enough faith in his internal alarm clock to wake up before you and go back to his own room, so for now he was going to cuddle you and sleep in bed with you until then.

“Goodnight, (y/n). I love you.”

After pulling you into his arms and checking you over to make sure you were completely alright and comfortable, Rollo finally allowed his fragile and damaged mind to drift off to sleep.

[luckyartdoll]

I haven’t been keeping up with the latest Twisted Wonderland updates, but I’ve been seeing a lot of people express their frustration with Malleus being labeled the “enemy of mankind” because of how the fae were treated in the past and how Maleanor went out and I’m just like…

Is this NOT the man who has decided to willingly overblot and entrap an entire island in a dream, and possibly end the world in the process cause his spell keeps GROWING, all the while risking his own life for his own personal reasons??????

YES I understand that Malleus has severe issues regarding his life span, his powers, and what that means in relation to his ability to form connections. YES I understand that Lilia is incredibly important to him and - in his own way - he’s desperate to save him. YES I understand that Malleus has good intentions and at his core he just doesn’t want to be alone.

But that doesn’t mean his actions don’t have consequences. If I was a national leader and I learned that the entire world was at risk of being forced into a dream because literally one of the most powerful mages in the world overblotted, I wouldn’t stop and think “hmmm but what tragic circumstances forced this young man to go to these lengths 🤔🤔🤔” NO. I’m going to think “that is a madman who is going to kill us all he needs to be stopped.”

And let’s not pretend that Malleus’ reasons for doing this aren’t deeply selfish, as all overblots are. It’s ironic because he’s the one putting others to sleep, but Malleus himself is the one who wants to escape from reality the most.

Another thing I’ve seen, specifically regarding the idea that they’re going to target Malleus’ horns, is that it’s not fair for him to receive such heavy consequences while everyone else has gotten a slap on the wrist for their overblots. This I actually understand because I think ALL the overblots should’ve received heavier consequences(ESPECIALLY Idia, Leona, and Azul).

However, this doesn’t mean that Malleus losing one or both of his horns isn’t a fitting punishment. Like if you’re going to be wildly irresponsible with your ungodly amounts of magic, then you deserve to lose some of that ungodly amount of magic!!!

Again, temporarily, because I really doubt the writers have the balls to take away his magic FOR GOOD. Hell, maybe someone like Idia will be the one to help Malleus start healing the horn over time.

Also, I want to posit that Malleus is the only one - with the exception of Idia to an extent - whose actions while overblotting have had drastic consequences for people outside of just the NRC students. Like, again, ENTIRE ISLAND OF CAPTURED PEOPLE and it is STILL GROWING. Having his punishment be so heavy compared to the others’ would be, in a way, proportional to the amount of damage he’s caused.

Idia’s still the exception though, he needed more than a slap on the wrist.

Maybe I’m just biased because I’m a proud member of the “Malleus Draconia needs to get his shit rocked so he can finally be humbled” club, but I think this is a good thing. Also I love vulnerable men ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

[starreyblueberry]

Ok… honestly I hate to accept that but gotten have to accept that… I do deeply need Timmy cause I miss him! 😭

I do like Hazel, she’s great! Same for Dev! I hope he will have redemption!

Poor this child…

Anyway, I don’t care if we have the original series to watch and Timmy may have been selfish and crazy, but in New Wish series, I would love to see the canon adulthood of Timmy, how he grow up and mature, and have a wife and maybe a toddler or not yet, but it would be cool to see his wife pregnant with their first child.

Timmy’s lost memories of fairies, magic and his fairy family could return somehow, probably not fully, not all. Depends on what the team plan on him.

I would love to see Timmy and Hazel’s relationship, like him giving her some advice or something. Same with Timmy and Deb’s relationship too!

I have those ideas stuck in my mind for a bit, that could be be ideas for New Wish series future seasons, I don’t know why I found those….

Interesting.

Galaxy Institute is probably the bad news because it got the weapons and those types, that COULD can kill or hurt the humans even if they were meant to be for fairies and creatures. I mean we saw what happened to Crocker in “Crocker To Future” episode. It would be great idea for plot in future…

Remember that part in “Crocker To Future” episode, AJ mentioned that fairies are dangerous, might be killed?

THAT MAN IS NOT SWEET BOY WE KNOW! 😭

He’s not AJ at all! I know people change as they grow, but it breaks my heart! It got me thinking….

What if he turned out to be villain?! I don’t know what kind of villain, but he wouldn’t understand, like why heck did he think they’re dangerous if he never met one?!

(I know he did before but his memories got erased of course, but that’s not the point.)

AJ could wants to protect humans from them or something. There gotten reason why he’s like that… I know he looks nice but still. Maybe his family or something.

It could destroy Chester and Timmy’s friendship with him. Timmy would feel betrayed and don’t understand. He would definitely be on fairies side! You should not kill them without knowing them, and more! It would be hard to forgive AJ…

Hazel would time travel into past, to young Timmy’s timeline, Jorgen would sand her back. Hazel will have to avoid and try not mass the timeline up or something, she needs to warn young Timmy. He won’t remember but will remember those words what Hazel warn him once she found him: “Be careful who you trust… trust me with that!”

Of course young Timmy would be confused but listened to her. This would take place after season 8 of the original. He would be bit mature.

Honestly… I really really REALLY DISLIKE THIS ONE! I don’t know about you but what if…

Marcus turned out to be kinda of villain too?! I mean he work at Galaxy Institute as well! He could be kind of that loves his family and just wants to protect them especially Hazel.

Like there’s a villain from Star Wars, Luke’s father loved his family and wanted to protect them, and other villains from other series/movies that loved their family. Not having Marcus turning to evil fully, of course not. He would be not understanding, he’s just… him. I don’t know how to explain.

I know it’s going to hurt and worry Hazel. She would be fear and try to understand this issue. Antony would have to protect his sister even if has goes against his own father. Hazel needs this. Antony promised he would protect Hazel no matter what, it would be why. Angela would be upset with her husband and don’t even understand him.

Dev will definitely supports Hazel and on her side.

But, but, but! What I’m hoping that… they hopefully could have redemption by realizing their mistakes or something! Right?! 😃

I’m not sure if any fans ever thought about whole villains thing, I only saw one poster about AJ villain but I don’t remember it-

Okay… it must sound super heavy angst!

But what if somewhere, AJ or someone, used the weapon to shot Jorgen, Cosmo, Peri or Wanda… but instead of them, Timmy saved their live, instead he got hit and was knocked out, unconscious.. it would be worse if he saved Jorgen, his reaction would be confused and shock that Timmy saved his life. So, he decided to take Timmy back with Hazel, Dev and fairies, got out of the danger, back to fairy world, or Fairy Council would take them all back. Like they somehow knew there’s danger. There was a way to save Timmy. They would also take Tootie (and child) with them to protect them.

I know it might sound crazy and terrible! Ugh, I’m so sorry! So sorry that I had to drop this ideas here! I just feel like I need to talk about it!

It just that my ideas and theories sometimes just don’t make sense or probably wouldn’t be canon in New Wish series-

Now…please, excuse me…. (Run off crying cause I seriously need help-)😭

Speak of that… I wonder what happened to Mark Crang… we lest saw him that he’s still on earth, right? Maybe he went back to his home planet but yeah- (season 9-10 doesn’t exist as I heard I think)

Honestly those would be great ideas for fanfics too….

So… what do you think?

To be honest I was kind of scared to talk about it because I’m not quite sure if you or anyone would like or not-

Does any of this make sense?

This makes so much sense and I just posted a small ramble about what if Timmy was a villan LMAOOOO, I love ur ramble asks their some of my fav things ever?? I love the idea of Timmy and AJ having a rocky friendship and the time travel aspect as a episode idea, and Marcus as a villan is crazy work/pos