#any problem can be solved with arson

[thedangerfloofhasreturned]

[adventuringblind]

Don't Wanna Do This Again

Loscar x Reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Summary: Logan finds out about his car at the 2024 Australian GP and it's affecting him more then he wants to let on.

Warnings: Sad Logan, Protective Oscar, Mildly feral Reader, Mentions of a past suicide attempt, insecurity.

Notes: Nobody asked for this but ima do it anyway

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Of all the things that could've happened, this was not the one he was expecting. Being punished for a crime he didn't commit... it makes his skin crawl with anger and insecurity.

In the end, he knew it had to be done. Alex has more experience, he's the better driver and their best chance at scoring any kind of points. Logan had spent the last few hours pacing the room, mulling over all the reasons this is logical. The reasons he shouldn't be upset about this.

It just - it doesn't cancel out all the feelings he's having about it. No matter how much he rationalizes it, he's still upset. With Alex, James, the team, but most of all - with himself. He's not good enough to be here. He's here for one reason and that is to be the token American and bring in more American fans because money. Which can't be good for the people getting the money, considering he's probably getting all their eyes stuck in the back of their heads from rolling them so hard each time he crashes out.

He needs her or Oscar, or both of them. Immediately before he can drown in the waves of emotions that are raging. Until then, he's going to continue the repetitive motion of pacing this hotel room. Further allowing himself to think a hole into the floor.

Then the door slams open. "Logan!" She does end up sending them both to the ground since he wasn't expecting the full force of her weight. "You weren't there so we panicked. Searched all of Williams before we ran into Alex and he told us what happened..." She's all the way wrapped around him now despite having to wriggle her limbs between his body and the floor.

"She tried to punch him." Oscar, who's stoic expression to most reads a million emotions to him, decided to sit on the floor next to them. He heaves Logan's head into his lap. One of his favorite spots because his thighs.

"...Did you get him?"

"No! Oscar stopped me before I could! The he dragged me out of the paddock because apparently setting fire to your garage 'won't solve the problem.'" She does her best Oscar impersonation. Something about it makes him feel calmer. It may not be getting his car back, but he knows they are willing to fight for him.

"Arson is never the answer; sabotage is." The words leave his lips so casually that Logan and the female have to take a second to register it.

Logan blinks up at him. "Osc, what did you do?"

"Absolutely nothing."

There is a silence that follows because both of them know he's lying. Oscar is sneaky and ruthless when he wants to be. Logan shoots him a look of disbelief.

"Okay, so I might have moved a bunch of the mechanics tools while they were out of the garage prepping for the change of parts. They may or may not be hidden around the garage and in inconvenient locations... and I might have also moved everyone's headphones around."

Logan nearly bursts. The small act was still one that was in his defense. Not blatant or in the teams face, just Oscar making them think it's karma or something.

The female, who's been peppering any area within reach with kisses, freezes when Oscar finishes. "How did I not notice this?!"

"You were busy trying to escape from Lando to fight James. It wasn't that difficult, really."

She grumbles something incoherent into Logan's chest. Obviously flustered at the idea of not being able to take revenge the way she intended and Oscar having all the fun in the meantime.

It's nice, the soft tender touches and the loving words. How he can say with such confidence that the two people here with him, comforting him, when they could be doing anything else, that they love him.

Logan chokes. The weight of all the emotions finally breaking through the dam everyone else is trying to poke holes in. The hands that were holding her gently despite her death grip, are now clutching at the fabric of her shirt like his life depends on it.

"Shh, let it out now Lo. This can't have been easy." Oscar is still carding his hands through the mess of blonde hair. "William's made a poor choice in the eyes of most."

"But it's the most logical choice! It makes sense they would give Alex my car. Why can't I just suck it up and move on?"

The is a soft hum against his chest, then a thumb - her thumb - stroking his jawline in a comforting repetitive motion. "Because you're allowed to feel, Logan. You're allowed to hurt. What you're not allowed to do is let this break you. You've spent all winter training, working, practicing, and building your confidence to let this one thing destroy that. If you need to scream, if you need to punch something - then fine." It takes a second to register that she's also crying. "Just don't try to leave us again... please."

"I'm not leaving. Not when I have you two here. Not when I still have people to prove wrong."

He can hear the smirk on Oscar's voice despite not being in the best position to confirm it. "Good, because I need you to record the engineers and James for me. And we would miss your pretty face, but you already know that."

They stay there until the sun goes down. Just breathing, being in the moment. Their phones off so nobody can bother them.

Until a knock on the door has Oscar moving. The other two groan at the loss, but are happy at the discovery of food.

"When did you order room service?"

"While you two were asleep."

Logan must have really been out of it given he had no idea he was asleep. The smell of food makes his mouth water, he hadn't eaten since the morning.

More then that - Oscar is indulging in his comfort food. "I figured you could use a cheat day after this."

"I should have bad days more often if it means you'll get me food." It's a half hearted laugh mixed with a grimace.

"No, you can have this whenever you want. Don't need to wait for the bad days to do something nice for yourself." The, still half asleep, female who is refusing to detach from him, says into his shoulder.

It's not like he can stop himself from feeling the whirlwind of emotions, but he has people to ground him.

Because the bad days come, but it makes the good days even better.

[deathsbestgirl]

something i love about scully is ... she's clearly very good at her job. autopsies, investigating, teaching. she's good at science, she absorbs everything even if she doesn't have a memory like mulder. she learns to incorporate all of this information into her view of the world, what's real & true. and she's assigned to the x files to "debunk" mulder but she literally can't!! because science can't debunk it, often it can prove it (she just doesn't get the chance). and it makes her look so bad at her job, but like. if they were ever audited that deeply, like some snooty scientist & whatever professionals going over all the evidence and even how their investigations are run...they wouldn't be able to find any problems. because scully usually follows the book and steps outside of it when it's necessary (like when she has to back mulder up/save him lol).

and i love the times that scully gets to be right / solve cases. like fire. the way they broadcast what a bad investigator phoebe green is, contrasted to scully learning about arson & fire and literally solving the case while phoebe really just distracts mulder?? they get practically nothing done except talking to the one witness/survivor.

or samantha. it may not be a ~solved case, but she gets mulder answers. as soon as he's ready, it all just ~falls into her lap. which i like to think of as samantha guiding her, but also. scully could have done it at almost any time. it wouldn't have been as easy to get on the right track without the information they had at that time, it would have taken longer.

so anyway!! scully is really good at her job. she just happened to decide her job was working with mulder, being on the victims' side, finding the truth & the answers. medicine & science just help her do that.

[vroomian]

Yrz hit the garden of the royal palace in hell in ablaze of agony and with a glitching form. Unfortunately Lucifer and Lilith are out at the moment and three year old Charlie is in the garden with a pair of imp minders.

Unfortunately those imps see a random angel in the palace garden and abandon baby Charlie without looking back.

Wait, Yrz thinks through the agony, is that a fucking baby????

Also, Yrz immediately flash backs to his disastrous arrival in heaven and how he fried four weak angels just from loosing control.

Unfortunately this baby is sitting well within frying distance. She is also cute as — hah — hell.

Nope! Yrz has never hurt a baby in any goddamn lifetime and he’s not starting now. His monstrous will rises from the depths and his self control snaps it’s jaw around the agony and swallows it whole. He yanks his power into form. It still fucking hurts but that is the least important part of this situation. His glitching form snaps into a body that’s broken but solid. His paper wings and one leg are angled wrong, and what passes for ribs are for sure broken. Inky blood leaks from a multitude of wounds, turning to gold ichor when it touches the ground.

the baby remains unfried.

It only feels like he’s dying. It’s just a body. Yrz can deal.

Yrz’s still working on human adjacent facial features so he settles on manifesting one sheet of paper with a smiley face on it. “Hey honey, where are your parents?”

The little girl grins — and those are little baby fangs. “Daddy go out!”

Great.

Babysitting it is.

This, Yrz thinks, really is hell.

“You got a name, you little demon?”

The girls eyes honest to god sparkle. Why. How. “Char-char!

-

Lucifer and Lilith, alerted to an intruder by their panicked staff, show up in full demon forms.

They find baby Charlie happily scribbling over some of yrzs paper wings and chattering happily to a long suffering Yrz.

All the grown ups pause, wary.

Charlie immediately shrieks and wobbles to her parents in delight. Her very dangerous parents. Yrz recognizes that face from the archives.

Lucifer Morningstar snatches up his daughter like she’s a treasure he thought lost forever. And if that’s Lucifer the woman must be Lilith.

Yrz cannot catch a break.

Yrz clears his throat — or what passes for it. It sounds like a Peice of paper being torn apart. He morphs his stupid smiley face sheet into an origami rose. Harder to read. “I come in peace?”

Lucifer glances at the crater where his garden used to be. He raised an eyebrow.

Ah.

“I fell from heaven really, really fast in peace?” Yrz tries.

“Of course you did, And what do you do to be booted out of the pearly gates? Murder? Arson? Something — worse?” Lucifer sounded tired. He was still clutching Charlie to his chest which undermined the nonchalance in his voice.

Um. Yrz shrugs with his broken shoulders as much as he can. “Nothing really? I left.”

Yrz also trashed the place as he went, but that was more of a side effect than a cause. Besides, was a crime really committed if no one saw you do it?

“You — left.”

“Yeah.”

“You left paradise. The paradise created specifically for humans who lived virtuous lives. The paradise made specifically by God, the all knowing creator?”

“It was nice,” what Yrz had seen of it before he was locked in a golden cage for one hundred years. “But it was also kinda — boring.”

Lucifer stares. “Boring. My fathers crowning glory.”

“I’m sure God worked really hard on it?” Yrz half asked, getting a little annoyed with all the staring. “Look I don’t really know what you want me to say here. it’s not like I asked for eternal paradise okay. I literally just did my job to the best of my ability while I was alive! I don’t even worship any kind of god! I was ready for nothingness, without consciousness! Not hymns and sugar forever! No problems to solve at all!”

Yrz tried to keep himself entertained! But even all of the records of heaven couldn’t last forever for a being of pure information that Yrz had become, a thing that could just — absorb shit instantly,! make it a part of himself! He went through the whole archive in fifty years — and he never forgot anything anymore. Any longer in that cage and he would have chewed off his own wings. He would’ve broken his halo and used the pieces to see if suicide was still an option. He could feel himself slipping into that cold place where humanity meant less than nothing. The only thing that remained was the problem: a way out. By any means necessary.

Yrz was not a being made for stagnation.

Something was bound to break. So Yrz made sure it wasn’t him.

Sure heaven was a little bit… charred, but what prisoner felt bad for their jailers?

Not this one.

“What the fuck,” Lucifer said. His demon form vanished.

“Fuck!” Charlie said, cheerfully.

“Darling,” lilith said chidingly.

“Oh fuck — no I mean, darn! Sorry, dearest. Come on char-char, don’t say that, daddy didn’t mean to say a bad word!”

“Fuck!”

“Oh, this going to be like the s-word incident all over again huh? Why are children like this?”

Lilith and Yrz watched as the king of hell began to wander off, completely absorbed in his giggling daughter.

Finally Lilith broke the silence. “ you’re injured. Come and we shall see to your care.”

“And in return?” Yrz asked, wary.

He wouldn’t exchange one cage for another.

She smiled, a soft, sad little thing. “ while you recover, nothing. You shall be as an honored guest. Afterwards we shall negotiate.”

“…why?”

Lilith glanced after her husband and child. “I am no stranger to the marks left by those who are so convinced of their righteousness that they are blind to the grace of mercy. No one here is a friend to those golden cowards in their golden home.”

Yes. She would be. To be created and given to some man without choice — disgusting. Yrz would’ve rejected that commandment as well. He would belong to himself and those he chose.

“I can’t really move,” Yrz admitted sheepishly. “My — everything is broken.”

Lilith nearly smiled. “I am aware. The injures of a fall that long are also familiar. May I?” She knelt by him, careful of his wings. The scribbles from Charlie were very pink against their paleness.

Yrz blinked. Some sort of healing magic? “Sure — woah!”

Lilith picked Yrz up as if he weight nothing. He stifled a noise of agony and felt his form glitch again. He stilled with a grimness. No frying the queen of hell who’s trying to help you, asshole.

“Sorry,” he said because that had to sting.

“It is no matter,” Lilith said. “You are much more injured than I thought if your form is that unstable. “

“Well,” Yrz said. “There was a baby right there. I couldn’t just — my form is pretty difficult to withstand.”

Lilith paused and looked down to meet yrzs eyes would be, if he had any. “Thank you. She is dear beyond words to both of us. “

“I don’t need thanks for not hurting a kid,” Yrz said dryly. “Not lashing out when in pain is a basic adult skill.”

“And yet it is a rare talent.”

Yrz wished he had eyes so he could roll them. “It shouldn’t be.”

“Mama!” Charlie’s vice called out. “Come sing, sing! Fuck!”

Lilith laughed under her breath. She carried Yrz towards her home and family.

Hell, Yrz concluded, was beyond weird.

He felt better already.

[batrogers]

"Feral" Tropes

For Clarity: I have written pretty much every single trope on this list at some point or another myself.

(Yes, including extremely ill-advised arson, non-verbal and illiterate Link, needs help with his hair, and spends weeks in blood-stained clothes.)

These can be funny tropes, dark tropes, ironic tropes, heartfelt tropes, and cathartic tropes.

[Art of my Minish Cap Link, by @l3ominor]

Why do people find “Feral” link so polarizing, then?

I’m gonna go over what makes a fantasy, character agency (or deliberate lack thereof), and – because I’m AO3 trash forever, and because I think it’s the most useful thing here – tagging.

It's also like 2000 words, whoops.

I’m using “feral” here to say that Link is positioned as either failing to adhere to expected social norms, or positioned as outside them. Social norms are part of civilization: a structure of rules and expectations that are positioned as the “height” of human social achievements. Meeting them makes you a good, normal person who is respectable and respected; failing them can make you anywhere from imperfect to exile to enemy.

“Civilized” is a moving target that’s defined by others. Anyone, at any time, can be constructed as a failure just because someone wants to do that. Similarly, other features – like slavery and war crimes – can be considered “civilized�� because that’s just what the dominant power does. Being “civilized” isn’t inherently good; it’s also not inherently evil. Civilized social rules also include stuff like charity, hospitality, and similar social welfare stuff.

Basically both “Civilized” and “Feral” can mean whatever you want them to mean, but there are some common ways it goes wrong.

Again. I have written 90% of these in various ways. These are not inherently wrong; the frustration often arises from presentation and lack of clarity, which I’ll address below:

The first is infantilizing the character, creating them as helpless.

Wild can’t bathe himself and doesn't see the point in being clean; he doesn’t do anything with his hair. He’s so dumb he eats rocks; he'll eat too much or anything at all, and he has no objection to being treated like a child. He doesn’t know language or how to read or write. If transmale, he doesn't understand his period and thinks he's dying. He was literally raised by a wolf. He can't do anything right. It's presented as fair and just to pin him down to clean him, because he cannot do it himself.

The fact the wolf is supposedly Twilight, who should be striving to get him to other hylians is irrelevant. Real youth react to their period thinking they’re dying, but this is associated with literal children, particularly ones raised completely ignorant of their own bodies and of sex.

The second is othering them, treating them as antisocial.

Other people react badly to him; he has no manners, he smells; he never tells anyone what he's doing. He's afraid of other Hylians; he's indifferent to them, and wants nothing to do with them. He doesn't understand how to function in a group. He'll wander into a trap carelessly, and drag others with him in pursuit of something pointless.

In the case of Hyrule, he lives in a cave and this is strange, bizarre, and horrible, rather than a thing that is in the actual historical record and is a dry, temperature controlled and easily protected place to sleep.

The third is to make them dangerous, a savage thing.

He solves his problems by lighting things on fire, uncaring of the damage done. He bites and growls when upset. He'll kill a monster with his bare hands; he'll show up in town covered in blood and filth.

He's an abomination; he's literally not human at all.

IIII

Probably you read that list and had checkmarks going off in your head. I like that one; I don’t like that one. People never do that right; I’d handle this way better if only—

Good. It’s a fun list of things that can be good, if done to your taste.

A lot of these touch into disability tropes; some edge into racialization ones. A lot are dehumanizing. People have a lot of feelings about both, good and bad, and feeling your way through it by writing is normal, expected, and okay. You do not deserve to be punished for writing something “bad” while trying to understand what you like. Many of these fall under care-taking tropes: someone needs help, and they feel awkward asking so they just want someone to step in and “Fix it” without the humiliation of having to ask.

That’s fine. But if you want to change it up: let Link ask. Let him reach out. Let him initiate the help. There’s a very different feeling when someone pins Wild down to clean him, versus when Wild works up the courage to ask “Can you help me?”

Because yeah, brain damage is complicated. He could have just about any struggles you imagine, but what can be frustrating for others seeing this, over and over, is that he’s treated like a permanent child or an animal. He always will need taken care of; he always needs someone to step in. It is right and just to force him to submit to care against his will...

He never has anyone ask if they can help him, either.

How much sweeter can the care be when he’s willing? When he initiates? When he has agency in his own treatment? Because too many people who need help are not given that choice. Some readers are turned off because the force is all too real, and all too painful to see reflected in what they came to for escapism. One person’s care-taking fantasy, is another’s real life trauma.

Escaping society and it’s pressures is also a fantasy, one of independence and freedom all its own but again, a major feature here is choice. Does Wild have choice? Does Hyrule? Is this presented as of course they don’t belong, or as a reasoned decision, or as a result of being driven out by real violence from others?

All different stories. All different fantasies.

And being the agent of violence is a fantasy, too. “Burn it all down” is a valid emotion (I write variations on it myself, although not this one.) Think of “Kill Bill” and “Fury Road.”

But with an ostracized, feral Wild there is the reflection of real violence against the marginalized communities whenever they express frustration or rage at their treatment. The wrong person being dangerous can get them killed. Of course this is polarizing.

Ironically, this category includes the one trait that Wild displays in the Linked Universe comic that didn’t make the feral list: emotional dysregulation. He loses his temper; he lashes out. He gets upset and jumps the gun... but it’s not cute, it’s not pretty, it’s presented very well in canon (Warriors is frustrated with him, but not seriously angry.) But it doesn’t suit the feral take, because it’s too mild for the violent fantasies, and too adult and human for the innocent ones.

IIII

My first advice about writing this is to be more clear about your tags. Spoilers are always a thing people worry about, but some things can be improved with clarity, and conflict over “bad writing” is one of them. “Feral” Link can mean literally any combination of the above, but those are all wildly different things. Narrowing down what happens in your fic into more specific tropes will both help people who want to read what you write to find it, and help people who will be upset avoid it.

It just common courtesy. I tagged a recent fic “Drunk arguments”+ “Politics” because that argument could go a lot of ways. Someone who’ll read political nonsense may not read sex and may not read crack. It doesn’t say anything but the subject matter, and it doesn’t need to: the question of whether this will turn into politics or sex is a way to direct people in or away according to their taste.

Is this required? No. People make mistakes or have bad days or just don’t want to, and don’t deserve punishment for it. But it’s a tool at hand to filter your readership to better match you, one you shouldn’t disregard.

If you want to adjust how you write, frequently the aggravating factor is in the presence (or deliberate absence) of agency, and in evoking sympathy over pity. There’s also a way to balance traits in just like, the general sense of making the story more complex: nobody is one thing.

For an example from my own projects, I write my version of Minish Cap Link combined with the first Four Sword game. The second time he used the Four Sword changed him into something not-quite-human. But even prior to that, he was non-verbal and skittish; he bit and hissed, he has visible injuries on top of the later changes. I have two fics that present two different ways to frame much the same event: he gets upset and lashes out, and legitimately terrifies the people around him.

In one story, he is restrained. The people doing so are treated as villains for it; you see his fear and panic, and Zelda’s rage over his treatment. In the other, he is calmed by another of the Links, and even in an outside perspective it is made clear that Minish is reassured, relieved and desperate for comfort once his fear has passed – and he trusts the person who talked him down (who did not hurt him) to give it now. He doesn’t have to “behave” to be treated as human, but I also don’t have to make him act “normal” to do so: the framing of how he’s treated by others does it. He’s also clean, well-kept, polite, sweet when he’s calm, and playful.

Similarly, because I have multiple characters who are all non-verbal to varying degrees, I can get away with a lot of variety. I can make one a total bitch, and I don’t have to worry that he’s going to be “bad” representation because if people don’t want a bitchy non-verbal character to relate to, there’s two others to choose from. Balancing a “feral” trait with a mix of signals creatures a nuanced character that isn’t just a ball of Whump.

(Although again: nothing wrong with a ball of Whump if you’re in the mood for it. I have my balls of Whump fics, too.)

Some of the other weird things can be done as just misunderstandings: Is Link eating rocks because it’s polite to join the gorons? Did he realize he was weird and could eat rocks as a child and now does it to joke around? Does Hyrule get to be exasperated at the others pitying his cave? Letting the weird be weird but legitimate can be fun, or even funny: Hyrule lets the others sleep cold in tents while he’s warm inside.

Readers get tired of one-note characters no matter what they’re like. I’ve heard the same complaints about “Dad” Time as I’ve heard about “Feral” Wild, and about Twilight. The fix isn’t to throw out what you like; it’s to build it up into something more. It will never be to everyone’s taste, but you can have a dirty little gremlin who, no matter how inhuman they may seem, is still treated like a person.

Dehumanization is far too prevalent in the world right now, and a lot of us desperately need somewhere to escape it.

Now I’m gonna go write me some fluffy Wild asking for hair brushing. After spending all week chewing on this, it sounds like a fun challenge.

[aimasup]

If you’re still doing requests, can you do your interpretation of Y/N x Commander Peepers?

Can't think of any doodles so woe, text headcanons upon ye:

I imagine it takes place far, far post-finale, when Peepers has a support system that isn't the soldiers he abuses and his room has only one piece of Hater merchandise

Awkward phase at first where he's just stiff and kinda rude

Whether or not you live together, this guy ends up doing practically everything for you wtf.

He finishes all the chores, he cooks and randomly surprises you with treats, he holds your stuff, he helps you get dressed, fans you on a hot day, comforts you during a sad movie, etc.

The schedules. He's more than happy to make a chore schedule with you if you want. He keeps track of both your work hours and plans ahead. You have never been more on time for every appointment. He fucking loves schedules.

Dates are so goddamn romantic with this tiny eyeball, he keeps a list of the little things he knows you like

He has workaholic tendencies but post-finale would probably do self-care more. So don't worry about him being too stressed; a.) he has you b.) he works because he genuinely likes being busy.

It's not that he's a stick in the mud, his work-to-play ratio is just different. So you're both kinda doing your own things but he likes having you to fall back on.

Self-care can range from meditation to spa days to clubbing to dismantling the nearby government through orderly chaos and arson

Compliments melt him. So do kisses. He nuzzles you it's great

What he considers polite in public is not robbing the place when he feels like it. You decide if this is a pro or con

Not big on PDA, shoots anyone who asks about it funny

Clingy. This guy scales you like a cat tree just to sit on your shoulders or chest sometimes. Holds on to your legs just waiting to attack anyone being weird

If he wants cuddles he just rams his head into whatever body part you have is closest to him. Mostly hands or chest, for pets. With his helmet on he has stabbed you more than twice. Also very demanding about it, to save face

You both can talk about your interests for hours. Volume control doesn't matter when you're both just excited about shit

If you decide to get married maybe you'll hear the watchdogs say something along the lines of 'holy crap I always thought the only way the commander's getting married is to a royal held at gunpoint'. and you think 'what the hell did this guy used to do for a living'

you'll know eventually don't worry

Cons:

He has a tendency to deflect his issues, mostly onto you or someone else, or downplay his emotions.

He's too blunt sometimes, insulting the things he doesn't understand about you

He criticises your choices often because he's still getting used to not being the smartest in the room

Easily jealous, possessive occasionally. I know some people see this as hot or cute but he's yelled at a passerby for being indecent when they weren't even looking at you, send help

Being a former planetary conqueror with insane power kind of downsizes problems in the face of vast space.

So if you have mental health issues or something like that, he'll comfort and help you, in the sense that he's looking to solve the problem fast as possible instead of letting you ride out your feelings

He is at least a problem solver, though, so if you talk to him about these things then yes, he will listen and try to be better

[knight-engale]

Paris Rhodes Bio

Full Name: Paris Alexei Rhodes

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Shippable?: Very

Height: 6'2 (188cm)

Patron Arcana: TBD

Personality: Paris is a hands-on sort of person with a thirst for new ideas and experiences; he loves taking things apart to see how they work, or building new things. He's naturally creative and has no problem with using trial and error to problem-solve. He also has a wanderlust and impulsive energy that can't seem to be sated. He's quite sociable, despite being introverted. He loves teasing the people close to him, but is easily flustered when said behavior is directed at him. He's very loyal to the few people he lets into his inner circle.

Paris is also very stubborn and prone to being insensitive at times. He keeps his emotions and personal life incredibly private, making him difficult to get to know. He has a fear of commitment, and often leaves relationships once they start to get comfortable (but if presented as a challenge, he could be persuaded to stay). He's very prone to risky behavior, especially when he's bored--which happens a little too easily.

Magic Abilities:

Botanokinesis: Paris can control plants. This includes being able to summon, mutate, grow, or otherwise manipulate any manner of plant or vegetation.

Herbalism: Paris has extensive knowledge of plants and their properties, and is able to use this knowledge to create various potions and medicines.

Geokinesis: Paris can somewhat manipulate earth, but this ability is fairly limited.

Protection: Paris can use painted glyphs and runes to set shielding spells around a small area. These spells function as a blacklist, disallowing those with harmful intentions to cross.

Familiar: Paris has a close magical bond with his familiar, Hermes; a large Galbradan eagle-owl. They can communicate telepathically, and being in close proximity to Hermes boosts Paris's magic.

History:

Paris was born in Hellenes, the capital of the Republic of Galbrada, to a Galbradan priestess and a minor politician. He was unplanned, leaving his parents unsure of what to do with him; he had two older siblings who already had set plans for their lives, and the parents hadn't anticipated needing to come up with a goal to raise a third child for. They did their best to encourage him towards being a civil engineer, since he displayed a love of building as a young child, but he usually ended up doing his own thing instead. Often, this meant wandering away from the family's home and ending up in some sort of trouble.

At the age of 12, Paris was attending a formal event with his parents when he met Mórnkan Drakos, the 8 year old child of the richest family in the Republic. He found her interesting, especially because they had similar taste in books, and the two quickly became friends. They remained good friends and pen pals for many years.

When Paris turned 16, his parents sent him to the University of Hellenes to study for a few years. It was during this time that he took a great interest in botany; before then, he thought his magic was fun, but ultimately trivial. Studying botany gave him ample reason to strengthen his magic. During this time, he befriended an eagle-owl chick on campus, who he named Hermes and kept around as a friend. Despite his questionable work ethic, he graduated near the top of his class at age 22.

Shortly after graduating, Paris went back to his old trouble-finding ways, now aided by his stronger magic. This culminated in him being caught in the crossfire of attempted arson. He wasn't actually involved for once, but was arrested anyway. His parents decided that enough was enough after bailing him out, and sent him away to travel. They hoped it would help ground him. His travels did not have the intended effect, instead causing him to develop a taste for raucous parties and fling relationships.

At age 30, he found himself in the small city-state of Vesuvia and decided to stay for longer than usual. He currently bounces from job to job in order to pay for a little apartment in Center City.

Trivia:

He has the same MBTI type as Asra. Coincidentally, ISTP is the exact opposite of Morgan's MBTI type.

He's surprisingly strong for someone with scholarly tendencies. He likes to joke that he trains his muscles in order to be able to pick up Morgan.

His voice claim is still up in the air, but a strong contender is Christian Bale as Howl Pendragon Jenkins in Howl's Moving Castle.

His favorite fruit is pomegranate.

He has almost certainly hooked up with Julian at some point.

He and Morgan used to be in a friends-with-benefits relationship, but it didn't last very long.

He despises mushrooms; they're the only plant-like thing he can't control.

Tags: #paris rhodes, #paris vibes

[crypticpaw]

Do you have any headcanons for the ROTTMNT guys?

OMG, DO I?!? I have lots, actually!

Leo:

Gay. A fruit. CEO of the skiddle squad. Queerest of all the turtles combined

Donnie's twin and the youngest between them, only older than Mikey

Has really bad insomnia, especially after the movie and the stuff with the Kraang, because of nightmares

Took spanish classes with Señor Hueso just because he though it was cool, but now whenever he gets into an argument with someone he just starts speaking spanish and nobody can understand him

Absolute gossip king, wants to know everything about everyone and if you have any secrets whatsoever, Leo will find out about it, whether you like it or not

On the same note, he's an amazing secret keeper. If you directly ask him to not tell anyone, he won't

That doesn't aply to his own crushes, he will gush and sigh like an idiot under some love-spell, kicking up his legs with his face all red

Red-Eared Sliders actually hiss and huff whenever they get angry, and Leo does too

Dating Usagi

Donnie:

Non-Binary and Bisexual, he/him pronouns

Leo's twin and the oldest between them, only younger than Raph

Sensory seeker autistic with a special interest in technology, but knows about biology too

Also very invested in gossip, will listen to whatever stories Leo brings and add his own too. Donnie, however, could not keep a secret if his life depended on it

The one who actually met April. He was out collecting trash and scraps for his inventions and she followed him, they've been bestest of friends ever since

Pettiest turtle you will ever meet in your life. Seriously, do not piss him off, he will take revenge and you will regret it for the rest of your life

Tried drawing his eyebrows on his skin when he was a tot and had a very bad sensory ick, like, a full shut-down. So he started drawing them on his bandana instead

Sleeps cuddled with Sheldon like he's a stuffed animal

Has the voice of an angel. For real, this guy can sing like a rockstar, sometimes sings outloud as a stim and his brothers just gather around him to hype him up because Donnie is just THAT good!

Raph:

Transgender boy who loves to dress in a more femine style. Paints his nails and knows everything about makeup

Oldest of all the brothers

Has the biggest collection of stuffed animals in New York. They all have names, backstories, personalities and outfits he likes to dress them up with

Roars. Actual, loud, bellowing roars. When Raph let out his first roar as a little tot, Splinter actually thought there was a monster in the lair

Accidentally hurt their father one day while training and cried about it for weeks on end, feels terrible about it to this day

Solves all his problems with his sharp teeth, the power of his bite can crush a grown man in half like a twig

Raph actually has lost a lot of teeth because of this. Donnie had to replace a lot of them and you know he asked for a little extra sharp gold tooth that peeks out of his mouth sometimes

Loves swimming, will toss himself in the nearest body of water that looks deep enough for him, spends the most time in the bath out of all the turtles

Will stop to pet every single dog he sees walking down the streets, even if it's in the middle of a mission

Mikey:

Aroace royalty who don't need no romance!

Youngest of all the brothers

Diagnosed ADHD. Has comited arson and will do it again

His room is covered in stickers and posters from floor to roof, it's diffucult to tell where the walls or doors are

Misses Karai the most. He got so quickly attached to her, sometimes Mikey dreams that she's still there and when he wakes up and realises she's not, he tries to go back to sleep only to start crying

If you ever gift him something you made with your own hands, like a hand-written letter, card, DIY project, he will absolutely die for you no questions asked

An actual contorcionist. Will pull the most mind-blowing circus move you've ever seen in your life mid-battle like it's nothing. This boy has no bones, the most athletic of all his brothers

The first to really reach full potential of his powers and has the better control of it out of the whole family

Also, all of them can retrach into their shells, all of them! I don't know why only Mikey got to do that in the actual show!

[nobodyfamousposts]

So what I'm getting is that the Dolls are experts in many things: Matchmaking; Problem Solving; Creativity; Activating Hidden Potential; Arson; Rigging Lotteries; Ruining the Lives of Mean People; Being Cute; Exploring; etc. Do they have planning sessions to make their loved one's "Wish"es come true?

Also World Domination.

And maybe Hypnosis if the whole "Overlord Marinette" bit is any indication.

As far as planning sessions, it would really depend on the Wish and the loved one. And if Marinette catches them in time...

Tom: We lost out on another catering event to that new bakery across the street! I swear they're trying to run us out of business! I wish there was some way to not have to deal with them anymore.

Marinette: (Spits out water) IHAVETOGOUPSTAIRSBYE!

Tom and Sabine: (Look confused)

(In Marinette's room)

Littlebug and Chaton: (Innocently drawing on papers)

Marinette: (Suspicious) What are you drawing?

Littlebug and Chaton: (Looking innocent and showing off drawings of kitties and ladybugs)

Marinette: Now I know you're up to something.

(Marinette grabs the papers, revealing plans underneath of how to sabotage the rival bakery)

Marinette: No.

Chaton: (Waves hands)

Littlebug: (Points insistently)

Marinette: No.

Littlebug: (Points insistently out the window to the other bakery)

Marinette: No, you are NOT running the rival bakery out of business just because they upset your Grandpa!

Chaton: (Holds up a picture of mice)

Marinette: Especially not with an infestation! What if some of them end up here?!

Chaton: (Makes gestures of a square)

Marinette: You can't just cage them! Where would you even FIND that many—no. It doesn't matter. The answer is no!

Chaton: (Pouts but crumples the picture)

Littlebug: (Nods in agreement, gesturing to her own picture of a leaky roof because clearly it's the better plan and Mama agrees so it was okay)

Marinette: I did NOT agree and—wait. What do you mean by that?

(Sounds of shouting can be heard from outside)

Marinette: (Pales)

Littlebug: (Smiles and nods to self in satisfaction)

Chaton: (Peeks out the window)

Marinette: You're both grounded.

Chaton and Littlebug: (Pout)

[wickedsrest-rp]

As the days grow shorter and the weather gets colder, we could all use a little more warmth and holiday cheer, right? Wicked’s Rest has you covered this winter. While season 2 is slated to start in late Jan/early Feb, this event will last longer and run until March, so there’s plenty of time to enjoy!

Wicked’s Rest Frost Bites Festival is a town-wide event held on the Common every few years, where dozens of local vendors set up booths and you can warm up with a cup of hot cocoa as you browse and participate in numerous winter-themed activities. There are normal shops there. Really! Scarves, mittens, treats, candles, apple cider, ornaments – you can find whatever your snowy little heart desires. And if you ask the right people in the right way, they may have some additional goods they’d be happy to sell you, straight from Amity Road. But who wants to know about the stuff for normies, anyway? Here’s where some of the real fun is at:

The ugly sweater contest gets very competitive. With judging taking place on New Year’s Eve, people are already pulling out their ugliest, itchiest sweaters and trying to get in with the judges ahead of time. Anyone can enter! Post your sweater – photo, artwork, etc – on your character’s blog and send us the link in a ModMail by Friday 12/29. There might be some equally ugly prizes. Just watch out for Ms. Lawrence’s sweater. Last time there was a contest, it came to life and devoured everyone else’s sweaters. It won by default. UPDATE: See judging here!

‘Tis the season for mistletoe. How many first kisses have that little plant to thank? The totally completely human people who run the festival got a little confused, though, and ordered missiletoe made of actual toes. It shoots them like missiles. Some of it is probably normal.

Some people are finding that they leave the festival with a newfound impulse for goodwill. Things just slide right off their back – they’re too cheery to be angry. And they just can’t do enough good deeds. It’s the season of giving and they are READY. Some spellcaster probably thought they were doing the town a favor here. It seems to be wearing off after a bit, but maybe some of you Grinches have a little more of a giving spirit after it runs its course.

Winter-themed fortunes sound like fun and games, especially when they’re from one of those old-timey mechanical fortune telling machines. This one activates by itself when someone comes near it, no coins required (though, weirdly, the sticker on it says it costs “1 hour of your life”. It doesn’t take an hour to hear the fortune. So what is that about?) Some of those bad fortunes seem to be coming true. There might not be any snow on the ground but you’ll fall in that snowbank nonetheless.

Some of the music played at the festival seems to be having a strange effect on people, making them break into song. Conversations turn to harmonies and you might be so desperate to do some caroling that you start a real-life musical. It’s not unusual to catch people humming along to music but it seems to be happening more than usual at the festival.

A lot of people want to warm up when they come in, so there’s a hot chocolate stand with free cocoa available. It’s unmanned, but the sign that says “take one!” is encouraging enough. Some get the pleasant little drink they were expecting… others end up with chocolate powers. Or curses. Like turning everything you touch into chocolate. The little marshmallows are cute though. And if enough things become chocolate, it could solve the reindeer problem! (What reindeer problem? Well…)

If you’ve always wanted to see some reindeer, now is your chance! About 200 of the fiends have trampled into town (or maybe appeared out of nowhere?) and they’re more annoying than the goo. They walk right up to people and expect you to feed them. If you don’t, they will break your shit. They will commit arson. They will teleport into your home and smash everything. Give carrots.

These probably aren’t normal reindeer? The regular ones don’t teleport around, right? These ones blink in and out of existence on a whim.

They especially like gathering on Prospect Street in Deersprings, where all of the houses turned into gingerbread. No surprise there, except for maybe the gingerbread thing. The reindeer really are ecstatic about it.

If you feed the reindeer they’ll leave you alone for a while without destroying all of your things, but they also know you’re a pushover now, and will be back. With more friends.

If you’re curious about whether or not they can fly (why? why are you curious about that?) you could try getting a harness on one of them… it’s not recommended, though. You might end up being teleported somewhere weird.

In a town full of cryptid enthusiasts, you better believe there’s an entire sport dedicated to finding Krampus each holiday season. Club Cryptid is on it. And… there seems to be something to the whole thing. Whether it’s actually Krampus or a demon having some fun with humanity, something is coming for the naughty and sparing the nice. There have been several sightings in town of a massive creature, with horns, hooves, and a long, blood red cloak. One Club Cryptid nerd said the creature even had a long list in his claws, presumably intending to strike all those names off soon. 

Have you been downright dreadful enough to make the cut? Those that have been marked for a visit may have already seen the signs, and if not, they’re about to: a lump of coal is given to the naughty. Expect punishment to follow.

Krampus (or “Krampus”) isn’t like most other monsters or creatures. He can’t just be destroyed, and there really might be something to that demon theory. But while Krampus may not be able to be killed, it might be possible to pacify him. How nice can you be?

While Krampus is often tied to the night of December 5th in folklore, this Krampus seems happy to stalk around all winter. Why not?

So far, the most common place to spot Krampus (other than inside your own home, hunched over your fireplace) seems to be a Christmas tree farm out in Gatlin Fields. The owner of the farm insists it’s not actually a Christmas tree farm; it’s just a forest. Now it’s not much of anything after the harvest – and the “owner” is actually a leshy now presiding over a lot of treepies. If you want to find Krampus in his home, you’re going to have to brave a pissed off fae and a bunch of evil trees.

Another option for finding the devil of December would be to do something bad enough to get yourself kidnapped… but there’s no telling where you’d end up or what state you’d be in… he seems to like to switch it up.

Thanks to a mysterious influence, snowmen, snowwomen, snowdogs, snowballs, and giant ice worms that people are building are being brought to life. That sounds like a child’s dream come true, but these snowmen aren’t anything like Frosty. Their teeth are icicles, their branch-arms are talons, and they want to freeze you in your tracks and gnaw on the cold meat of your body. Those who are privy to the supernatural might need to figure out what’s happening and how it can be stopped, before all that’s left of Wicked’s Rest’s population is red-stained snow.

Kill it with fire. They are still made of snow… but who carries around a blowtorch these days? Some people have tried to punch them, but it seems like they can easily reassemble themselves. And they get extra angry if the carrot falls off their face.

The reindeer have been found chasing after some of the snowmen. They want the carrots. Some people have taken to making bets on which one will win when a fight breaks out. They’re calling it the Reindeer Games.

Those who get too close to the animated snowmen might get a literal chill in your bones. No matter how warm your skin is and no matter how many blankets you burrow under, there’s no getting that cold out of you. If you can destroy the snow creature that did it to you, though…

While most of the snow creatures are more typical forms of snowy artistic expression, some are… not. A snow werewolf has been biting snowmen and making more snow werewolves. A giant worm made of ice is sliding around the woods (followed by a goggie who is in love with it). And perhaps worst of all, someone made a snow Shrek.

The snow creatures have the intelligence and instincts of whatever they’re based on. Sentience, too. If they have mouths that were constructed, they might even speak or growl. Are you really going to commit murder on things with human intelligence just because they want to turn you into a popsicle?

[s0lar-ch3ri]

making this a series ig (spoilers, mostly minor, idk well just have to ROLL WITH IT AND SEE)

episode is starting from zero, episode 1 (quick note: i love how excited everyone is aty the beggining for this camoain, so heartwarming) "'for all you audio listeners your about to hear what a man catching on fire sounds like' 'and also a house catching on fire'" "so its like 3 belts? yeah" "this character sucks not enough belts" ok chip hasnt been described and hes already drawn blood "how much trouble does this woman have keeping her pants up holy shit" "anything that looks valueable, take it" "whats a barrel" instant love with this campaine from here "ill carry this" "ok" "but w h y" “this is the fastest I've ever committed arson in a campaign” "ok as soon as we light this ill let them know so they die an honorable death" "but the barrel is terrified of fire" "so this is a barrel" "lets blow up this popcicle place" hes trying guys "grab a barrel as well i need to study" "in you multitude of belts" when did i forget jay had so many and got bullied for it "i hope she didnt find any more belts in there" ok but whenever i hear marshal jon being described the dopamine just floods out "oh! that wasnt the bathroom!" "no it was not, it was the room where we got the explosives" "WHAT ARE YOU GRABBING THE EXPLOSIVES FOR" "to blow up your ship" bro i loved how gill interacted with people before what an idiot /pos "gill make a-dont make anything you told the truth" gotta love grizzly doing a save "and jay you go to kick this man in the back of the knee and you do you realise that his calf muscles are literally built like boulders" "i want to put my hand on his shoulder" and so it begins the convincing! yes gill go!! "hang on let me see that...big j" "JON, ITS YOUR CHOIIIIIIIIIIIIIISE" "as the door is blown off-" "did somebody fart?" ah yes gill you lit the explosive that makes people fart" "BACHOW!" please dont stop this man from making random noises its great "is your skin always wet or is it dry?" GRIZZ ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS!! "you are to learn a lesson from the moisture master!" remember when gill made his title canon now, its 6 seconds to 20 minutes in "THOSE PIRATES!" man knowing him now its kinda strange to hear him hunting them down "i just occasonally grab people and im like 'you can be better'" cant believe gill went from telling people to be better to just immedately trying to solve their problems (like not even 2 episodes later if im remembering right) "excellent jay you are a fog frog" "im gonna steal somebody's hat then run out the door" jay stealing chips job now "im passing the barrel out the window" i remember when hed just be a problem for any stealth kind of movements "MY FRIEND SAID HE DOESNT WANT YOU TO HAVE AN ADVANTAGE" "there is still time" ITS STARTING WOW "you get the sense this guy cannot see very well" i forgot he had sight problems "YOU BLEW A HOLE IN OUR TOWER" "and you blew a hole in my heart" ACCIDENTAL FORESHADOWING AND A GREAT MOMENT FOR SHIPPERS?? HOW MUCH IS CHARLIE FEEDING US WITH GILLION TIDESTRIDER!?!!? (spoiler: a lot) "can i make a persuasion check?" "sure" if charlie never said this we would never have the future pirate jon, IF HE NEVER GOT A 16 THINK WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED "you cant tell if i cry a single tear or if im usually that moist" the fact that he is can make for an angsty hc that nobody really would notice gill crying "jon didnt make it" oh this better not be another accidental foreshadow "you see, a pink frogtupus" everyone being excited for the preztal reveal was also all of us huh dont lie! "i look like a big flounder" fanartists canon gill description /j "god damn it big j" friendly reminder that (from what ive seen) marshal jon is the only character gill gave a nickname, and he had met him like 20+ minutes ago "YA BOY GILL ABOUTA BE FRIED" "ima just grab them both and jump" ngl i cant put my finger on it but calmer gillion probs the chaos control thats needed because of him being feral "jon this is for you" *proceeds to get an 8* (would have been epic if he suceeded that charisma tho) "jon, the power is- eyeh" "i look over wistfully (?) 'but w h y?'"

[sgcairo]

Babytorre and Dottore Headcanons!

Damn guys, 100+ followers??? Help??? I'm not sure how I got here, but thank you guys for being here and being awesome! Take this offering of Babytorre and Dottore being emotional, and whatever cute things I can cram into a thousand words.

-If these two settle down in the same vicinity, you can bet that they'll be asleep together in seconds. Usually with Babytorre snuggled up on Dottore's chest or against his side. Dottore snores a little, but Babytorre sleeps so deeply that he doesn't even notice it.

-Dottore sometimes notices a little head of familiar hair walking around the lab and organizing it. He's not exactly the most organized person ever, and Babytorre might make the chaos a little bit worse, but Dottore always thanks him with a little pat on the head for his good work.

-Babytorre always makes sure to hug Dottore's leg whenever he sees him, it's his own little greeting. Dottore eventually just starts picking him up and tossing him in the air a little. Babytorre loves it, even if it scares the living shit out of Pantalone upon witnessing it for the first time.

-Dottore reads to Babytorre more often than not, but it's usually fascinating facts about aranaras or Babytorre's favorite book, The Princess and the Pea. Either way, Babytorre ends up asleep by the end of it. Dottore will always bookmark where they left off and tucks him in before getting booted out by Pantalone.

-Sometimes Dottore will just talk about his theories with Babytorre, even if the kid has no clue what he's talking about. A lot of problems resolve themselves that way, but Babytorre's solution to everything (read: explosion) always makes him laugh. Though Pantalone keeps telling him that he shouldn't be encouraging arson as a way to solve any problem.

-Dottore sometimes sings an old Fontainian lullaby to Babytorre to help him sleep after a nightmare (when he doesn't want to wake Pantalone up, that is). Babytorre can never remember the words, but he often hums it without even realizing it. The first time Dottire hears him humming it, he's surprised- but also ever so slightly touched. Even into his older years, he remembers it almost perfectly, and it is one of the few tunes that withstands the test of time.

-Dottore always makes time to visit Anastasiy, no matter what. Even if he's swamped with deadlines or stressing about the success of a time-sensitive project- He'll somehow find a way to visit Babytorre at any cost, even if it's only for a short time. He doesn't know why he does it, but he feels guilty if he doesn't show, especially when Pantalone asks him what he's been doing or if he's alright. Babytorre shows his own sort of concern and even comes looking for Dottore if he doesn't hear from him for more than a few days. Having Anastasiy see him in such a compromising mood makes the Doctor somewhat nervous, he doesn't want to lose his temper and hurt the kid by accident. So he'll always visit, even if it's at an ungodly hour, even if it's only for a short time.

-Dottore stops truly seeing himself in Babytorre after a while. Anastasiy develops his own looks, even, not only going down a different path of interest but also physically. Perhaps the tampering was deeper than Dottore thought, but it also makes him consider Anastasiy more as his child, rather than a clone. While deep down, he knows that Babytorre is just a younger version of himself... Dottore also thinks of him as his son, perhaps if fate had been kinder or if he hadn't fallen off the clandestine path and caved to his own fascinations. Would he have something other than this twisted tangle of feelings with Pantalone and the child he quite literally stole? Maybe.

That's all for now, but perhaps a second part will appear! Thank you guys for all your lovely support, much love for all of you!

[ieatsbreakfastforbreakfast]

❕❕If you're a fan of father I don't want to get married than I think you should be stayed away from this❕❕

I fuking hate "father I don't want to get married "

Like they are not logical in any shape or form I know that what make a historical romance manhwa but this shit is out of the line, no good character development and character personality is too cliché with and how they don't use brain for problem solving.

And I HATE every character in that manhwa.

Let's first talk about JuBeliAn.

This girl is privileged, and she doesn't take any consequences for her actions as her dad pays for everything terrible she has done, and she is not even once apologised to the people she has hurt in the whole series, and people still support and forgive her as she is " PRETTY and is a daughter of a high ranking noble" . It just because she has a new identity doesn't mean that everyone has to forget everything and be nice with her again, not only that she made friends with many people that i think they also share the same single braincells with her.

and oh she got to be saving the kingdom in the end of the series too, maybe because SHE WAS SO RIDICULOUSLY POWERFUL? Her family is one of the richest families in the empire, her dad is a hero, her mom is a wizard that now JuBeliAn possessed godly magical powers that the gods predicted that she will be the chosen one to save the country, and she also super beautiful that maybe people also forgive her if she ever committed murd3r or arson on an orphanage. Oh yeah and her husband is the emperor too so maybe ten orphanages won't be a big deal

Now let's talk to her dad, he is stupid

Oh but he's handsome

STFU

He is the type of guy who clearly that the author wants him to be also perfect to fit with JuBeliAn super gene

Omg he's got magic that kept him young and handsome? Or is it just because the author art skill was so low level like her iq that she doesn't know what old people looks like? There is a tons of manhwa out there that depicted dad figures successfully and you can look at it and learn, but all what i can see is that you used all of the time to describe how godly your protagonist were. Well they're not, they're so good i think that maybe you even draw their shits the look edible and maybe the shit smell like perfume too, he's the strongest man in the empire and he is smart, BUT HE ACT EVEN LOWER THAN A BABY, not only he's abandoned her ( which is considered to be abuse) you white washed his crime by " oh he's actually love her alot , he have to act like he doesn't love her because of evil king bla bla" I DON'T CARE you fucking made that girl, saying I love you is fucking easy there not gonna be any shadow hear it. You know you can annihilate any of the king's spy because you fucking strong and you just choose to abandon your child. And the fact that you destroyed your daughter's ex house because he's harassing her is also stupid.

do you think that the man that has the guts to mess with your daughter cannot do the same thing again after you just did that? Not only you don't realize that his father also work for the emperor, they can alliance with each other because they HATE YOU, you just waste large amounts on your energy to get potential bad reputation, why don't just k!ll them all and use money to mute the witness, you have all the power to mess with everything that harassed your daughter and you choose the most stupid way to solve YOUR FRUSTRATION NOT THE PROBLEM.

And yeah the chapter where they go to court, even I'm haven't been to a court once and I know that they doesn't work like that.

Oh and Maximilian too, he's just violent, but I think that he got the reason, and yeah don't have any proper time to work things out with jubel and he was force to immediately fall in love ,with JuBeliAn to match the timing of the manhwa.

The other character is like props to aid the protagonist, not once their have spotlight or character development, i remember fiodore in the very first chapter and he just appears in one or two panels, no relationship with jubelian no friendship no everything. And he gets motivated by only sentence of her.

The problem with the manhwa is that the protagonist have too much spotlight to talk about their greatness while support characters or the antagonist have so little to none chapter that dedicated to tell why and how they do certain things. Even we don't know why the evil king is evil in the first place. The fact that this is so rush in solving the final issue just to take more time in family and romantic love is boring. If the dad dies in the end I think it be great, not only it becomes a flaw and finish Legis's character development and story, it can also be helping Jubelian to develop into a more mature person.

The storyline is brain rotting but don't let me get into the art style it so flashy with too much error that they cannot blame on the short deadline that they receive, errors that can be easily spotted and fix, the artstyle that is too sparkle that hurts my brain.

1/100

If the protagonists have more flaws I think that the story would be more interesting, like karina in limited extra time, she literally died in the end she even have intrusive thoughts in her mind but that's how good character is written, from a submissive can be into a more stronger person but also still have a feminine personality.

[hopefulstarfire]

Have some Duelist Kingdom angst with my girl Nana because aha I keep thinking about this scene in my head

The only sounds that can be heard in the guest bedroom is the ticking of the clock on the wall and the distant hoot of an owl outside. The only light sources come from the glowing full moon through sheer curtains and the lamp on the end table by the bed.

The Puzzle sits alone on the coffee table in front of her, the eye designed onto the front of it almost staring back at her. Nana swore she could almost feel something pulse from it; a sense of anxiety. In the -- what, year or so now? -- since her little brother had solved it, it had seemed dormant and unassuming, at least around her and the others. Her suspicions and unease had never come directly from it, but rather the strange incidents that had cropped up around Yugi and their friends. People going insane, needing to be hospitalized for mental breakdowns after bullying the others; arson cases happening more exponentially; people dying.

All because of it; all because of him.

Now it seemed like it was anxious, a pressure around it that demanded to be acknowledged. It was if it was ordering to be returned to Yugi.

"Why should I?" Nana asks aloud, hands curling into fists in her lap.

It looked insane; her sitting alone and having a staring contest with a 3,000 year old artifact, demanding answers.

But, really, why should it be back with her brother? All this item and the stupid ghost that had lived inside had done was cause problems. It had cost others so much. Pegasus wanted it so desperately that he stole away her grandfathers soul.

And then there was that Duel.

Her brother looked so haunted and frail. The Spirit had caused lapses in his memory before they even knew of his existence, made him tired and unable to really question what was going on with himself until he learned there was another half to him during the Shadow Game they played against the Spirit of the Ring, Bakura.

Him knowing now kept that from happening; it let him work with his other half on what he thought was equal footing. He thought he was kind and helpful.

Until he almost killed Kaiba.

Now Yugi had to face what else this spirit made him, his body, do. It was violating; it was vile.

Nana sat forward, her normally bright aqua eyes glowering down at the item. "You've done enough to throw Yugis life into pure chaos," she told him, bitterly. "He's a kid and you've done nothing but use him to mess with other people's lives in some sick game! Why should I let you go back to him? So you hurt him even more? So you can go back to doing whatever and using him as your scapegoat?"

Silence. Of course. It's not like she solved the Puzzle nor did he have a host to talk from at the moment.

Even still.

"You can't go around doing these things," she continued, furrowing her brow. "You can't keep treating other people like their pawns or they're expendable. Or that they do anything wrong and you have to hurt them in the worst way possible. You can't use someone to kill somebody!"

Nana faltered after a long moment, running her hands over her face. She brushed her long, blonde bangs back behind her ears, hands curled up in front of her face. "You do these things and you're no better than Bakura or Pegasus," she said, the edge never leaving her voice. "I don't know who hurt you. Or how you ended up in there. But it doesn't give you the right to do these things to other people. I don't care what the Book of the Dead or any hieroglyphics or anything else say; you're not some god who gets to make judgement calls without consequence! And Yugi sure as hell isn't!"

Her brother had always been the kindest soul she'd ever met. He tried to treat everyone with kindness and understanding, never afraid to reach his hand out to those that needed it. He hated even the notion of violence; even when they were little, if he saw a fight break out that his sister would always go to protect him from, he would cry his heart out.

He was kind. He was the true light in their family, no matter how much they joked Nana shone as brightly as the sun. It was Yugi.

Her hands twitched. She was met with silence yet again and she sighed, rising to her feet. What was the point of any of this? She doubted he was even listening to her.

"...I wish he never solved you," Nana said, her voice quiet, the cracks beginning to show. "None of this would be happening if he hadn't. We would be safe at home with Grandpa and he wouldn't have to wonder what all you used him to do. You really are cursed."

Her hand grabbed the rope it dangled from, wrapping the chord around it. She felt a pulse from it, and it felt...

...Almost like regret. Sorrow.

Nana bit her lip. Had he been paying attention? More importantly; was that feeling real or what she'd hoped he was feeling, and she was just imagining things?

...

Finally, she shook her head, and dropped it into her backpack. She slid the bag behind her pillow; the door and windows were locked, sure, but she didn't trust Pegasus or his goons not to try and find a way in and take it. Even as much as she resented the Spirit, she couldn't risk the Puzzle falling into their hands. They'd never save Grandpa if they did.

She pulled the covers over herself as she climbed into bed, turning off the lamp as she pulled the bag and her pillow closer underneath her head.

"You might as well get comfortable, since you're...well, whatever the equivalent of grounded would be for a millennia old ghost in a cursed object," she sighed, closing her eyes. "Just. Quit trying to make things worse for everyone right now. Alright?"

Nothing.

Nana closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh. As restless as her heart felt, she knew she'd need the sleep.

The real challenge came tomorrow.

[justannie]

ANNIE COVE ( SHE/HER ) is a CIS FEMALE, TWENTY NINE year old OWNER OF FLOSSIE’S FLORIST who has been living in Moorbrooke for THREE YEARS. They were born on JANUARY 23RD and right now, they are currently residing in REDGRAVE GROVE. It has been said that they look suspiciously like LUCY HALE and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose TORN by LISA AJAX. 

hi, hello, hey! i’m tea, and i havn’t been in a rp forever. so, please excuse me whilst i try to figure out formatting and everything again! i’m so excited to be here, and bring little annie to life! 

annie cove . 29 . she / her . pansexual . widow.

b a c k s t o r y

annie  had a nice, clean and loving childhood. no scandals, no secrets and nothing but loving and understanding adults. she did good in school, and had her eyes set on becoming a doctor. annie went trough highschool as a somewhat popular and overall happy teenager. and then she started college, and that’s when things started going wrong.

- TW : abuse, fire, arson, death.-

or, they didn’t go south because she started college, but because she met pete. pete was charming and persistent, and annie fell head over heals. he showered her in gifts, compliments and attention. she was on cloud nine, altough her family never really liked pete. soon enough, the gifts and compliments stopped coming. the attention stayed, however it changed character. pete needed to know everything, all the time. he became controlling, and eventually he became violent. annie became a silent and scared shadow of her former self.

annie left college after just two years, to become a stay at home wife to pete. it was what he wanted, and she didn’t know anything other than his wishes at that point. her family tried multiple times to get her to come home, but they never realised just how bad it was. the nightmare that was annie’s life went on for three more years, before coming to an abrupt end.

pete was angrier than ever, because annie had finally decided to leave. she tried to pack and leave in the night, when he wouldn’t notice. but he did, and he started accusing her of leaving for another man. she wasn’t though, she was leaving to save her own life. pete got so mad, that he decided to set the house on fire. his reasoning, was that if they weren’t together they might as well be dead.

annie managed to get out of the house fairly quickly, escaping with just some smoke in her lungs and burns on her legs. pete however, never made it out at all. the fire was ruled an accident, and annie became a widow.

- end of TW -

she got out, alive. from the house, yeah. but also from the relationship. annie left the town they were in, and moved to moorbrooke. because that’s where her parents had moved a few years earlier, and because she wanted a fresh start.

she isn’t the same carefree, loving and social person she was before pete. but she tries to get back to the person she want’s to be.

buying the florist shop was a way to make a future for herself and have something that was just hers. that she could decide over however she wanted, after living with someone controlling her every move for so long.

p e r s o n a l i t y

caring. kind. problemsolver. bubbly.

clumsy. skittish. emotional.

annie is a good friend. she bakes you cookies if you'r sick and will always come to rescue you whenever you need it. she’s funny, can solve almost any problem and likes to do spontanious things.

but, she is scarred by her past and afriad to let people in. she doesn’t trust easily, and is quick to judge someones behaviours. she want’s to find real friends and relationships, but she has a hard time letting her guard down.

she’s not easy, but she is worth it.

when it comes to connections, i am open to most things. she could really use some friends, maybe an employee, neighboor or family friend. also someone her parents are trying to set her up with, the first person she slept with after her husband (she most likley woke up in panic), a sibling, a cousin, someone she used to be friends with and lost contact with during her marriage, someone that is a regular at her shop. but like i said, i’m open to most things! 

[sleepyselkiesims]

Part 3

With a trembling- er, stiff upper lip, Snow White decided to try to distract her mind once more. All you need is a good hobby to chase away the horrors!

Baking was extremely soothing for her, as she mixed all her woes and fears into the batter.

Apparently all the woe and fear was too much for the oven to handle, and it immediately burst into flame! So much for a relaxing hobby!

Snow raised her arms in a panic, flailing and crying out for somebody to help!

And then she remembered who the only other person in the house was, now that her dear papa was gone, and sensibly called the fire station.

But in the minutes before the firemen came, Snow White found herself unmoving, simply staring into the flames. What if... just what if... she let it all burn down around her?

She was still standing there thinking about using arson to solve her problems when Delana finally showed up to see what the loud beeping was about. It was unclear if she was more scared of the flames, or how little the flames had affected Snow.

But before any decisions could be made, the firemen showed up! One helpfully pointed out the source of the fire, and patiently took the time to complain about the overall cleanliness of the kitchen.

It was only when the second fireman arrived on the scene that she leapt into action, putting out the flames with gusto. Snow White remained completely still.

Delana on the other hand was rushing herself to safety, like a sane person would. Clearly she had some thinking to do...

The firemen cheered as the sprinkler system finally activated, doing their job for them. Snow White actually seemed disappointed.

After such an adventurous day, it seemed a nap was called for! What else could one do after such emotional trials?

She only managed a few minutes rest before mer mind again tormented her. She thought perhaps going out into the cold evening air with a book would refresh her, but her head continued to pound.

It was there that Delana found her, once she realised the house wasn't going up in flames...

Delana decided to give Snow White a little demonstration of one of the other ways she could've responded to a fire.

After all, when every sim can pull a full cup out of thin air, what's the excuse for nearly letting a MANSION burn to ash???

There would be no coming back from this. Snow White was to leave her childhood home at once, never to return! And if her step-mother caught her again, so help her-

Well! Snow should just be grateful her loving stepmother wasn't escorting her out with a hunter who had instructions to carve out her heart!

And so it was that Snow White began her life in the great wilderness, where hopefully her step-mother would never find her to enact vengeance.

It was much, much sooner than the malevolent god had intended, but they could work with this...