#evil just looks better ig...

[bambiraptorx]

[I.D. Two drawings of Baxter Stockman from TMNT 2003. He wears a yellow v neck sweater and has orange glasses frames in both. In the first drawing he frowns with concentration, sticking out his tongue as he stares at a purple seed in his palm (the kind that Draxum uses to create vines) and gestures with his other hand. A small purple vine stems from the seed. In the second drawing, he moves his arm outward and the vine shoots up, curling over his head. He looks at it excitedly and says "Yes, yes!!" End I.D.]

I've decided, building on this post, after Stockman is told that manipulating vines is really hard and takes a super long time to learn that he decides to teach himself how to do it out of spite. Man is about 3 seconds away from losing control and sending that vine through his ceiling <3

[vault81]

was gonna make a post about how we can separate our own morals as a writer from our characters to explore factions or ideas that are more evil/immoral and that doesn't mean that we endorse or support that kind of thing

I decided against an entire post lol so I'll just keep my thoughts in the tags? if they even make ANY sense at all lol

[marcvscicero]

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[elegyofthemoon]

tbh i think i just need to get into a media thatll shake me to my core the way me revisiting p//andora hearts at a crucial time shook me

[wreckedhoney]

^^ "coming to the conclusion that positioning the "can people enjoy things that would be immoral IRL in their fiction" debate as a proship v anti fandom debate is akin to pretending that "should we have the death penalty" is a discussion that only matters in Death Note discourse"

not proshipper not anti but a secret third thing (person who has a career in the media and, through covering legislative politics, has watched "associating with problematic fiction or entertainment is an indicator of moral degeneracy" rapidly become a mainstream GOP position that they are encoding in legislation to target the queer community under the guise of protecting children, thus coming to the conclusion that positioning the "can people enjoy things that would be immoral IRL in their fiction" debate as a proship v anti fandom debate is akin to pretending that "should we have the death penalty" is a discussion that only matters in Death Note discourse — the extent and manner to which fiction affects reality is an issue that is immediately relevant to today's US politics, and to summarize my opinions on the matter in fandom terms would be to diminish the ways this debate is affecting america Right The Fuck Now. and i have stopped taking "this person is bad for shipping the wrong anime thing and being horny about it" in any sort of good faith ever since I saw it literally used as part of a GOP smear campaign against a transgender state legislator in an attempt to defend the right from backlash after they used their supermajority in the Montana house to prevent her from speaking on the floor. Anyway I think everyone on this site, especially Americans, could benefit from ceasing to think in proship v anti vocabulary and instead developing coherent political positions on the nature of fiction that do not directly align with current fascist political tactics)

[phosvye]

"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, baby," he said, pulling you back to bed and onto him. Fucking you back to him, veiny hands gripping your waist, making you bite back a moan—which earned you a laugh from him. A fucking laugh.

You had gotten into a petty fight with Dick earlier that day. A small thing warped into a big one after petty and out-of-pocket replies. Words were said, and lashes were batted. And now, you find yourself running away from the bruising, pleasurable hold Dick has over your frame. He's thrusting and fucking the pride out of that evil cunt of yours, leaving you with little to nothing to bite back with.

"Yeah, no. You don't get to run away after saying shit to me. What did you say, huh? That that stupid idiot could dick you down better? Well, why are you running away from this dick? Is it too much for you?"

He doesn't even know what the fuck he's talking about at this point because the way you were sucking him in was already pulling on the last bit of brainpower he fucking had. Fucking unfair. He didn’t even know why he was angry, really. As far as he remembered, he was offended because you showed him an IG reel of countless guys with muscles, goading him with "I bet he could do me better." "You think he's bigger?" or "I think it'd be so big, I'd probably run."

And he understands that you're a no-filter and a teasing person. But goddamn, this was a new record for him. So the only way to erase such thoughts from your brain was to dick you down himself. And he thinks it’s working.

I mean, look at you. Gripping at the ruffled bedsheets, grasping for escape after he rams himself into you for god knows how long, prying you open and coaxing an orgasm stronger than the last. Look at you, moaning and pleading for him to stop. Look at you, mewling, taing his hands to release you. Look at you, chanting, "Oh! Ah—sto- Ah! Stop, stop, stop. 'S too much, Dick, too much! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," with the best of your ability to form coherent thoughts and sentences as you roll your eyes back, trying to crawl away from the reprimanding, toe-curling pleasure.

But you're evil, and he knows you're going to do it again just to push him to remind you where you belong. He knows you dig this shit. He fucking knows how much you fuck with this.

So what better way to give it to you than when he's really pissed? Because fuck it, he'll use the energy he has as a vigilante to fuck some sense into that brain of yours that only seems to know how to tick him off. Fuck the daylights out of you type shit.

And with your attempts to escape and constant pleading, you're sure to be in for a long night.

And your boyfriend, Dick, will use all the seconds, minutes, and hours of that long night to wring out more from you until you're thoroughly fucked out of those thoughts about those stupid guys on IG reels. Until you’ve drooled on every surface of those pearl-white bedsheets while he dicks you down. Until you can't mutter even a fucking letter. Until you can't even think to run away.

Until you're sorry.

Until you've learned that this was the last time you'll ever goad Dick.

Until you're limping your way to work, to the groceries, to go shopping.

Until you scroll past every reel of guys on your explore page.

[agaypanic]

Hii I’d like to request Regina having a crush on reader but reader has a hard time liking her back cause of what was written about reader in the burn book (with a fluff ending??) thank you!

Who Wrote This? (Regina George X Reader)

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Summary: Even though all that had happened junior year was forgiven, what was written about you in that wretched burn book still tugged at you mind. It makes it hard for you to warm up to Regina, who just wants to be with you.

A/N: regina wrote mean ass shit in the burn book so a warning for that ig

***

“Regina, if you keep staring at her, she might think you’re crazy.” The lacrosse team giggled as they watched Regina watch you. She was packing her bag after practice when she caught sight of you coming out of the school library.

“Oh, shut up.” She said, not bothering to take her eyes off of you. 

This wasn’t the first time Regina’s friends had caught her looking at you. Ever since sophomore year, after being sat next to you in one of her classes, it was like she couldn’t get you out of her head. No matter how many boyfriends, or more like boy toys, she had, or how many people she slept with. When it was all over, she still thought about you, who was nothing but kind and sweet to her despite her reputation of being an evil Plastic.

“When are you gonna go talk to her?” Dina, one of Regina’s teammates, nudged her arm. “You’re clearly, like, in love with her.”

“I can’t.” She answered, now somber. “I’m pretty sure she completely hates me.”

That wasn’t entirely true, but Regina didn’t know that. From how you acted now, like she repulsed you, it seemed like you despised her. And she knew it was all her fault.

Everyone except for you had gotten over what was written about them in the burn book. The moment you read what had been written about you, what people seemed to think of you, you realized that Regina George was a two-faced mega bitch and would never change. It didn’t matter how nice you were, or how many notes or pens you had let her borrow, or how genuine she seemed around you. She would always think she was above everyone, and the people below were as meaningless and bothersome as gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

You knew she was different now, like she had really grown. But you didn’t buy it for a second. So you kept your distance, speeding off or changing seats whenever Regina tried getting close to you. Yet there was a small part of you that was hopeful about the fact that she was better now, that she wasn’t so mean.

After zipping up your bag, you looked up and locked eyes with Regina on the soccer field. Even though she was far away, she could see you clench your jaw before storming off to your car.

She couldn’t do this anymore. No matter how much you tried to avoid her, she needed to talk to you.

***

You loved spending your free period in the library. You were able to catch up on homework or studying without getting distracted. Plus, Regina never came in here.

You heard the door open but didn’t look up from your notebook, where you copied notes from your textbook. Footsteps came near you, but you figured they were going to a seat past you.

But then someone sat down in the chair next to you. You looked up in the confusion, but that soon turned into an expression of annoyance.

“Please,” Regina whispered, grabbing your wrist before you could try to back your things and leave. You glared at her, and she had to force herself not to wince at your harshness. “Please, Y/n, I just wanna talk.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“Just hear me out.” Regina pleaded, trying to stay quiet. She scooted her chair closer to you, and was surprised that you didn’t lean back or scoot away. “Hear me out, and then when I’m done, I’ll leave you alone forever. I promise.” 

It pained her to promise you that, but she figured it was the only way you’d listen to her.

You stared at her momentarily before you sighed and relaxed slightly in your seat.

“Fine.” You said. “But make it quick.”

Regina nodded, trying to get her thoughts together. To be honest, she didn’t really think she’d make it this far.

“I’m sorry.” She started. “Really, really sorry. What I wrote about you in that book, I didn’t mean it, and I regret writing it every day. You were one of the only people in this school that I genuinely liked, and I ruined what little we had because I wrote something stupid.”

“It wasn’t stupid.” You interjected, bitterness in your tone. “It was mean, Regina.” You turned your seat to face her better. She was glad that you were finally looking at her without running away, but hated the look of disdain and hurt on your face. “I think about what you wrote about me every day. It’s practically burned into my brain at this point. ‘Y/n L/n is a skank that no one would touch with a ten-foot pole. That-’”

“‘That nerdy bitch will end up alone.’” Regina finished the quote, her voice meek and cheeks red from embarrassment. “I remember.”

“I’m glad you have such a good memory.” You said sarcastically. “If you wrote that about someone you say you genuinely liked, I wonder what you’d write about your own mother.”

“Y/n…” Regina sighed. This was definitely not going the way she had wanted. But at the same time, she expected this to be a sour interaction. “I didn’t mean what I wrote.”

“Oh really? What, was it just a spur-of-the-moment decision to cut out my school picture and write that?”

“I had to write it, Y/n.” The absurdity of that statement shocked you into silence, so Regina took it as a chance to continue before you told her you didn’t want to hear it. “I put myself in there to frame Cady, Gretchen, and Karen for making the book. But then I remembered that you weren’t in there. I never wanted you in that book, but I didn’t want you to be blamed for it if Mr. Duvall realized you weren’t in it.”

“So…” You were trying to wrap your head around Regina’s words. “You wrote all that stuff… to protect me?”

“I hated every minute of it.” Regina seemed so serious; she looked so desperate for you to believe her. “It was so hard to write that, because I didn’t believe any of it. The truth is… I’ve actually liked you for a long time, Y/n.” You looked at her bewildered, and she took your silence as a cue to continue. “That’s why I had never put you in the book. I remember always pretending to forget or lose my pencils so I could talk to you because you’d always let me borrow yours. Or I’d leave one of my books at home, hoping that you’d share yours with me.” Regina took a deep breath, reminiscing on the little moments she had with you before she ruined it all. “It’s so corny, but I never felt as on top of the world as I did when you were talking to me.”

You stared at Regina, completely shocked. This was not at all what you were expecting when she begged you to listen to her. At the most, you thought it’d be a little apology, and then she’d leave. Instead, you had gotten a full-on love confession from Regina George, who, for the first time probably ever, looked scared as she waited for your response.

“I’ll leave you alone now.” She said after another minute of awkward silence. “I promise I won’t try to bother you anymore. And again, I’m really sorry.”

Regina stood up, but your hand shot out and grabbed her arm to stop her. She looked down at you to find that you were already staring at her.

“I…” You started, still trying to process the situation. “I guess I can forgive you. And I suppose I could give you another chance. You know, like a do-over.”

“Really?” Regina smiled hopefully, lowering back down into her chair. You realized your hand was still clasped around her arm, so you let go and cleared your throat.

“Yeah. I mean, after all, you gotta make it up to me. Emotional damages and all.” 

You returned to the notes and textbook you had neglected, found where you had left off, and started writing again. Regina took this as her cue to leave, and she wondered what would happen after this. But before she could stand up again, your free hand drifted to hers on the table, pinky laying over hers. She smiled and curled her small finger around yours.

You stayed there until the end of your free period. And when the two of you went to your next class, which you shared, Regina was both relieved and ecstatic when you sat in the seat next to her without a second thought.

[raven-dor]

loki laufeyson is oblivious - drabble #1

i'm feeling dramatic, and therefore, this was made. enjoy!! - ♥️💗 confessions, arguing, the rain, kissing, lots of back and forth, flirting, allusion to nsfw ig word count: 1,039

"You're behaving irrationally."

You stared at the god in disbelief. "Did you actually just say that?" He refused to meet your gaze, looking anywhere but your eyes. "Screw you, Loki." You scoffed, stalking toward the elevator.

"Please, just-" The elevator doors closed, effectively cutting him off. Leaning your head against the wall, you let out a heavy sigh, reflecting on your night.

Your date had been cut short when you spotted Loki spying on you from outside the restaurant. You knew he'd been following you all evening, seeing his frame at every destination. The final straw had been simple, but enough to put you over the edge. Your date had reached out to hold your hand across the table, only to find that his hand had been turned into a lobster claw.

Funny to Loki, not funny in the slightest to you. Or your date, who was hysterically screaming at his changed hand.

Loki had been sweet to you since before he'd moved into the tower. While you were not an Avenger when he invaded New York, you were a SHIELD agent, tasked with watching him in his cage.

You saw how broken he was, how he seemingly talked to himself in that cage, how he had an evil sort of twinkle in his eye, one that you believed he did not truly possess. You'd been right, of course.

When he moved in and you were promoted to Avenger, he quickly became one of your closest confidants, a protector. He made sure to keep the brand of tea you liked on reserve, he bought you new books (or stole them, you honestly weren't sure), even going so far as to abandon his post to 'protect' you on missions.

But this, this 'protective stint' was too far. He was now interfering with your love life. You went on this date to try and get over him, and there he was, haunting you. It was like he knew; you believed he did.

He had never said anything to you, and you had never said anything to him. You thought that would be the end of it. The ever-familiar ding broke you from your thoughts, and the doors opened, Loki waiting on the other side.

"Darling-"

You groaned, pushing past him. "They were right about you, you know." You felt horrible saying it, but you wanted to hurt him the way he had hurt you.

"Oh?" You were sure his eyebrow was quirked. "About what exactly?"

"About the fact that you're an ass."

"I was merely-"

"Stalking me!" You yelled, whipping around as the security guard watched with mild interest. "You had no right."

"I beg to differ." Loki's eyes were dangerous, clouded with something you were trying not to think about. "He seemed questionable."

"Is that what you're telling yourself?"

"It is the truth." He didn't look distressed in the slightest, his face as casual as ever. But you knew him better than that, you knew that he fidgeted with his ring when he was nervous, or lying.

You fought against the smirk that threatened to break free. "You would think the God of Mischief would be better at lying."

"I will have you know I am a fantastic liar."

"Not something to be proud of, Laufeyson." You took a step closer, whispering. "You fidget with your ring when you lie, you know."

He scoffed, pulling his hand away from his ring, trying to prove a point. "How observant."

You shrugged, turning back toward the lobby doors. "If you'll excuse me."

"Where exactly are you going at this hour?"

"To apologize." You pushed the door open, frowning at the downpour before you. "You turned his hand into a lobster claw."

He ignored your comment, standing stoically beside you. "You'll catch a cold."

"Do me a favor and leave me alone."

He stared at you for a moment, taking in your features as if he would never see you again. "Don't go to him." He whispered, barely catching it over the noise of New York.

You walked out of the shelter, deciding the cold would be better than facing your fears. "You're being mean." You smiled to yourself, looking up at the umbrella Loki had conjured above you.

He followed after you, hair dripping within seconds. "Was that what that was?"

"You cannot drive away any man who is interested in me. You aren't my-" Your eyes widened, and you panicked, flailing your arms around in the air. "This isn't fair! You can't suddenly find interest in me the moment I'm trying to get over you!"

"Suddenly find interest?" He seemed to be stuck on repeat.

"Are you capable of saying anything original?" You glared, crossing your arms.

His calm facade had faded, eyes hopelessly looking over your features, trying to figure out your thoughts. "You must know, you must have realized how much I-"

"I'm not one to assume." You scoffed. "It's too late, anyway."

"Too late to tell you that I am in love with you?" His voice was strong, certain, and confident. You gasped, entirely caught off guard. "Too late," He stepped closer and closer with each word, your lips inches apart. "To say that you are the only reason I wake in the morning, that you cause my heart to skip with your smile, that I only look forward to those dreaded team bonding exercises because I know I will see you?"

His palm cupped the side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. "You must know how utterly drawn I am to you, that I cannot breathe when you are not near-"

You jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck and closing the distance between your lips. "You talk too much."

"Oh?" His nose nudged yours, pupils overtaking his beautiful blue irises, his other hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him. "In the future, I will ensure my talking is kept to a minimum."

You kissed the corners of his mouth, grinning at the way his breath caught. "I never said to stop."

"My, you are dangerous." He whispered, eyes full of adoration. "Whatever shall I do with you?"

You shrugged, looking at the tower behind you. "I could think of a few things."

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Deliver Us From Evil

Part 1 : Gluttony

Lucifer Morningstar x nun!reader

A/N: this has been eating at my brain for weeeeeeks and I just had to write it. Oh to be a nun getting tempted to sin by the one and only Morningstar…This is how I heal from my religious trauma ig. I hope you’ll enjoy this series as much as I do! <3

You remembered the first time you’d seen them as if it had happened yesterday.

“Our Father, who art in Heaven,” You whispered, hands clasped together and head hung low. 

The church still smelled of incense, a reminiscence of the mass that had just been conducted. The prayer bench was uncomfortably hard under your knees and a strand of hair had escaped from your veil. But still, nothing could have taken your attention away from your prayer. 

Click.

Clack.

“Give us this day our daily bread.” You kept whispering to yourself. 

Click.

Clack. 

Heels, a part of your brain thought as you tried your best to focus on your prayer. Not unusual, they were part of many women’s church outfits. Not yours, though. Never yours. 

Click-clack

Click-clack

The sounds were getting closer and closer by the second. Perhaps a worshipper who wanted to speak with you. They would have to wait. Just another minute. 

“And lead us not into temptation,” You continued. 

Click-clack. 

“But deliver us from evil.” 

The noise had suddenly stopped then. 

You lifted your head and brought your hand to your forehead to perform the sign of the cross, opening your eyes to look at the tall crucifix that was hanging from the wall, when you were met by a sight that made you gasp. 

Someone was standing there, towering over your prayer bench. You could hardly see their face as they stood against the light, the same light that illuminated the top of the stranger’s blonde hair and made it look like a halo. 

“Sister,” You heard them call you, their voice low and velvety. You could have sworn their lips hadn’t moved, but then again they were standing against the light.

“Sister!” Another voice came from behind you, a shrilling one that felt like a nail was being pushed against your eardrums and immediately made you turn around. 

“Mother Superior,” You quickly got up from your knees and lowered your head to look at your feet. 

“The afternoon lecture is about to start, you better hurry up if you don’t want to be late again.” The older woman said sternly. 

“Yes, Mother Superior. I apologise, I simply wanted to pray-“ 

The woman cut you off, waving her hand in front of her in dismissal. 

“You weren’t invited to speak back, sister.” 

You took a deep breath and clenched your jaws before giving a nod, only lifting your head when you heard the woman walk away. 

You quickly turned back around to apologise to the stranger but, to your surprise, they were gone. They hadn’t just walked away though, you would surely have heard that, they had simply vanished. 

You saw them again a few days later, standing at the back of the church during the Penitential Act. You had somehow felt their presence, looking over your shoulder to confirm that someone had been looking at you. No one else seemed to notice them, everyone probably too focused on the priest’s speech. You shook your head and looked back down at your feet. When you looked over your shoulder again a minute later, the space where the stranger had been standing was empty. 

And again, days later as you were doing the dishes after dinner. You had been left alone in the kitchen when you noticed the figure standing behind you in the reflection of the saucepan you were cleaning. You gasped loudly and let go of the pan, letting it clatter on the ground as you spun around. 

“Be not afraid,” the figure spoke, extending one of their arms towards you. Their voice was smooth like silk, the kind of voice that would have anyone believe anything it says. 

“How did you get in here? This part of the church is for the convent only.” You didn’t sound as harsh as you wished you had, but again you never really did. 

“Well, I can certainly go if you wish me to but…” the stranger stayed quiet for a few seconds before resuming. “I doubt you will ever be in the presence of an Angel again.” 

You were glad you hadn’t picked up another pan or plate for it would have surely joined the other one on the floor. 

“An Angel,” you whispered and it all suddenly made sense. The appearing and disappearing, the aura they seemed to carry around themselves. 

“Forgive me,” you quickly said as you dropped to your knees and looked down at the tiled floor. 

“You are forgiven.” The Angel spoke, walking closer to you until the tip of their shoes entered your visual field. “You mustn’t tell anyone about this, do you understand?” They spoke again, bending over the pick up the saucepan you had dropped. 

You got back on your feet and took the pan from their hands, giving a nod to acknowledge what they had just told you. You wanted to ask them so many things, why they were here and why they had chosen you but the sound of footsteps quickly approaching stopped you from doing so. The Angel pressed a finger against their mouth as a reminder for you to keep this encounter a secret, disappearing right as the mother superior stepped into the kitchen to berate you about your slowness. 

You didn’t see the angel again for a few days until one peculiar night. You had already said your prayers and were lying in bed reading a book by the candlelight when you felt the change of energy in the room. Slowly, you lowered your book, taking in the tall figure that was standing in the corner at the foot of your bed. 

“Angel,” you whispered as if scared to wake up the whole church. 

They walked around your bed and sat down as you pulled your legs against your chest. 

“I brought you a present,” the Angel's lips spread in a smile as they handed you something wrapped in golden foil. 

“Chocolate?” You asked as your fingers mindlessly wrapped themselves around the treat. 

“Dark, with a subtle hint of sea salt.” They answered, making you salivate at the thought of it.

Slowly, carefully, you opened the foil and licked your lips at the sight of the chocolate bar. 

Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation.

“I shouldn’t,” you said. “I can’t. I should keep it and wait, so I can share it with my sisters.” 

“Don’t be foolish, little one.” The angel tutted, shaking their head a little and making their blonde curls bounce. “This is my gift to you, not the whole convent… You wouldn’t refuse an Angel’s gift, would you?” They said, standing up from your bed. 

“No! No, of course not!” You quickly answered, snapping the chocolate bar in two halves to prove your words. You snapped it again to detach a perfect square from the bar, bringing it to your lips and hesitating for a second before placing it inside your mouth. The chocolate tasted bitter and salty as it melted on your tongue, making you swirl it around to properly enjoy the taste. 

“What do you think?” The angel snapped you out of your thoughts, watching with hungry eyes as you swallowed their present. 

“It’s delicious,” you admitted in a whisper, silently thanking the dim light for hiding your blushing cheeks. 

“Have another piece,” the angel suggested, taking a step closer. 

“I really shouldn’t…” 

“Says who?” They smiled, gently taking the bar from your hands and snapping a piece off before holding it in front of your mouth. 

You knew what to do. You had gone through this dozens of times during the Eucharist. Holding the Angel’s gaze, you opened your lips, slightly sticking your tongue out to allow them to place the piece of chocolate on it. 

They watched your eyes fluttering shut as you savoured your first sin, making them smile proudly. With their thumb and index taking hold of your chin, the Angel made you look up at them once more. 

“Swallow.” They ordered, their eyes glistening with vice as you instantly did as you were told. 

“Thank you,” you said after a moment of silence. 

The Angel pushed a soft smile and let go of your chin. 

“I have to go now,” they said, their long fingers smoothing over their white robes. 

“Will you be back?” You couldn’t help yourself but ask. 

“Of course I will, there are so many things I have to teach you.” They smiled again, wider this time with their teeth on display. 

You wrapped the remaining chocolate pieces in the golden foil and hid them inside your bedside table before turning back to the angel, only to find them gone. But the knowledge that they’d be back helped you fall into a peaceful sleep. 

“Gluttony,” Lucifer whispered to themselves as their fingers danced over the open fire of the throne room. 

One down, they thought. Six to go. 

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[bellerocks4]

The boy and his hats!!!!! Look at them all :D

This is like a little counter-part to the one i did of Six's masks. Also I rated the hats, which i will go into more detail about below the cut ;P

The Classic, The Original, The Paper Bag!!!!

I have like an emotional attachment to this hat, i kid you not. My favorite by far, he just looks so good <33333

5/5 hats

....Ball

Gonna be real with you, i hate the way this hat looks in game. I made it look good because I'm awesome but for real he looks so fuckin goofy in this hat, it has its charm but still

1.5/5 hats

✨Rain Cap✨

I don't love love this hat on him but i can't overlook the fact that he matches with siiiiiiixx thats just sO CUTE GAH!! Twinsies,,,

3.5/5 hats

Postman Cap!!!

Kay i actually love this hat on him it's hella cute, lost points because its fucking HUGE in game. Like how is that thing not eating his whole head jfc

4/5 hats

Mokujin Mask

This is a pretty good hat i just,,, don't get the reference,, if there even is one???? maybe its a historical kind of mask hm- ok no i just looked it up, it is a reference. Anyway, yeah good hat overall but im not the target audience so

2.5/5 hats

Flat Cap! or Gatsby Cap, the way superior name

I love this hat so much he looks so cute in it, like i didn't even do it justice its so cute

5/5 hats <3

Nome <3

ok yeah I took some liberties with this one, this isn't really what it looks like in game. but that's because the in game version looks kinda lame so i made it better <3 Minorly disappointing after the wild goose chase i had to go through to get it >:(

1/5 hats :(

Hunter Hat :D

First hat in the game, it's ok,, i just think its a bit boring is all. I favor hats that cover his whole face anyway so im a bit biased. The tail is fuckin adorable tho, i love the way it trails after him :)

3/5 hats

Stuffed Bear Hat of evil

ok when i said i favored hats that covered his whole face i did not mean this one- I did amazing drawing it✨ but its horrifying in game. Which i assume was the point, so kudos ig, but this is my personal how much i like it scale and the bear's ugly >:P

1.5/5 hats

....

I... its- .... *starts crying*

5/5 hats

Tin Can Hat

Ok when i said that I favor hats that cover his whole face I meant this one <3 Got that charm from the paper bag but he kinda wonky. So cute :D

4.5/5 hats

Mummy Hat

Listen- its cool ok? cool and creepy but cool. If you haven't guessed already all my favorites are hats he looks cute in and this? yeah this ain't it...

2/5 hats

OK!! Thats all folks!!! Thanks for indulging my silly little hat scale <3

[azulaaaaaaah]

rating every zuko ship (cause that mf is shipped with everyone)

CLICKBAIT!!! this isn’t every zuko ship just the main ones i immediately lied lol. idk if any of these are hot takes or not but please don’t crucify me (might do a part 2 where it’s azula ships)

Jinko - Zuko/Jin

6/10

awwww it’s cute (for what it is)

and what it is was one singular date that was never really mentioned again

i really appreciate how jin is so unperturbed by zuko’s awkward angst and just genuinely likes him

howevvver she’s kinda one dimensional (as she’s only in like an episode) and i just don’t see this going anywhere longterm

less a ship, more a vehicle for zuko’s character development lol

Jetko- Zuko/Jet

3/10

jet being zuko’s first gay encounter is canon in my eyes

don’t ship them however cause i hate jet with the fire of a thousands suns

similar issues to jin as well where their interactions are extremely limited so personally have no clue how this could be a long term thing

Maiko- Zuko/Mai

5/10

i am so impartial on this ship it’s not even funny.

i get that it’s canon. i get that izumi looks suspiciously like mai so it’s endgame. i just don’t see HOW?? it feels as if the writers realised zutara was becoming popular and were like ‘OH SHIT WE GOTTA DEFUSE THIS SITUATION SOMEHOW’

their relationship is basically just mai being a cold asshole and zuko being an angry asshole and there’s no change or development between EITHER OF THEM

however when they’re cute they’re cute !!!!

‘i love zuko more than i fear you’ COLDEST LINE EVER

however again it’s like - you had a crush on him as a kid. he was BANISHED. you dated for like a month as teens. you argued the whole time. he left again- and shortly after you saved him from prison, but then you were imprisoned partly due to his actions. you get back together again, he becomes the ruler of a country, and then you’re surprised it’s isolating him/making him even more of an asshole???

on the other hand we as a society need to admit that zuko is weirdly possessive of her (ig that’s a positive if ur a booktok romance girlie but im not). like if i was mai i wouldn’t put up with that toxic shit either

at the end of the day, i honestly don’t care that they’re canon lol- but i think they’d probably best as a bitchy best friend duo

Zukaang - Zuko/Aang

1/10

not round here partner. not round here

my first issue is the age gap is objectively extremely weird if examined in canon. leaving it at that

i get that this is grumpy x sunshine in a way the other ships aren’t to me- but we’ve only ever seen these two characters interact with each other when there’s (again) A WEIRD AGE GAP

they are bros in the least homosexual way possible

the cherry on top of this situation is: isn’t aang the reincarnation of his great grandpa? isn’t that giving slight, uh, inc*st vibes??? imagine if people shipped korra and jinora isn’t that just WEIRD???

Zuki - Zuko/Suki

8/10

is this my most controversial take ???

i am a sucker for bodyguard x royal family dynamics guys

and the fact that this is girlboss x malewife is even BETTER

suki seems the most competent at handling his pissy ass in a way the other people on this list aren’t

like she’s real. she’s not sugarcoating his situation, BUT SHES COMPASSIONATE !!

i don’t like throuples typically but suzukki is even eliter than this, which removes the whole ‘going against the bro code’ element that arises from them being together

also i feel like if you haven’t read the comics this doesnt make sense At All so please do

-2 points for the lack of tangible reason to ship them lol

Zutara - Zuko/Katara

7.5/10

okay this one makes the most logistical sense to me within canon (solely examined as a zuko ship not overall)

it really seems as if they were gonna make this canon and swerved circa book 2

LIKE CMONNNN OG ENEMIES TO LOVERS WHERE THE GUY ACTUALLY HAS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND ISN’T JUST EVIL? FIRE X WATER? ITS INTRIGUING

something about this makes me uncomfortable though. (despite the age gap which again a little weird)

something about katara potentially becoming the fire lady is so… icky. she’s a waterbender. the fire nation tried to systematically erase her kind. her mother is killed by the fire nation because they think she’s a waterbender. and katara…. what, becomes part of the royal family? it just seems wrong, and like something she wouldn’t be into

also i feel like their arguments would be a little too NUCLEAR. there’s like, a 50% chance of divorce

she deserves a better ending than that is all i’m saying

to paraphrase the hunger games: katara has plenty of fire herself. SHE NEEDS THAT DANDELION IN THE SPRING MAN

(i’m a kataang truther)

Zukka - Zuko/Sokka

9/10

my zuko related otp!!!

bros to lovers guys, where zuko falls first but sokka falls HARDER !!!

ik this will never be canon and im happy with that. i know there’s not even a whisper of romance between them in the show, but i just think it’s c u t e .

sokka (like suki) is very likely to call zuko out on his shit, but less likely to lose his own shit (like katara)

this in my heart of hearts is 10/10 however is still problematic in a similar way to zutara

his mother is killed by the fire nation and he (presumably) becomes consort ?

however though, i would still say it’s not as ruhroh as zutara bc firstly, sokka isn’t a waterbender, and secondly, ‘consort’ is a lot more open to interpretation than i think fire lady is. in my opinion a consort ≠ a fire lady, just like irl a consort ≠ a queen. it kinda means he can still be ambassador to the southern water tribe/a leader of his own people, while just so happening to be married to the fire lord.

overall i can’t help but stan a friends to lover ship cmOn now

[crows-in-the-house]

Swapping clothes with Bill

Summary : headcannons for you wearing his and him wearing your clothes

tw: none

there may be some spelling mistakes ig, sorryyy, tell me what you guys think!

You wearing his clothes

laughts at you cuz u look stupid

adjusts the bowtie practically strangling you (he couldn't care how much he suffecates you, his favorite pet human looks just too cute! Maybe he should get you a collar? won't tell you that tho)

his gloves and shoes/socks? yeah no, you're not wearing those, they won't fit you, but you're welcome to wear similar ones

won't tell you but your impersonating attemps do make him a little amused.

will try to manipulate you make you fall for him harder, so if he's in human form you can get his overcoat. he will act like a gentelmen of course, putting it on you, saying he's worring his dumb little puppet will get sick! It's so chilly here, you should have brought a sweater! (as if you two are not inside your home)

his clothes have weird feel to them, like as if they were buzzing, maybe moving on their own just slightly, you won't feel entirely comfortable wearing them (10% evil silk, 90% ghuls skins, made in Ghx̌okþo)

just dont reach inside the hat. Whatever bunny joke you have won't make him laugh if you pull out something else and lose it.

Him wearing your clothes

will also laugh at you

your stupid human clothes are weird and don't make sense! (either help him put them on, or watch your shirt and pants get new holes)

it's not like you will want them back tho, some of your pockets will get filled with glass shards, centepides or even black holes if you've been annoying him lately. he can wear your jacket for mere 2 seconds and it will get altered in some way. maybe a zipper turns to teeth. maybe the fluffy insides are radioactive, who knows.

your scarfs, bowties, shawls and hats, have the biggest survival chances (don't think you will get them back tho, they are Bills now)

the least amount of "customizing" you got was when you begged him to give you back your favorite shirt. It has "Bill's property" cut out on your back now.

tbh if you want your clothes back in one piece you better just buy new ones and let him draw on them with those cloth markers. he will call himself the greatest model and designer

for him 10/10 experience, likes wearing your hoodies

will not admit that tho

[ysaefinn]

i don’t know if this really counts as an evil!mommy sugu but like . i imagine suguru to be a little lenient with how often you refer to him with his name and not his title. he understands you get shy sometimes, and he doesn’t mind when some days it takes you a little longer to call him mommy. he can handle a shy baby!

but i feel like the one time he really enforces it, is when you’re either arguing or trying to make a point. he won’t respond until you refer to him as mommy. like, you try calling him sugu or suguru and he’s just smiling softly, patting your cheek and saying; “i don’t know who you could possibly be talking to, because that’s not my name.”

and not only does he do it to slightly embarrass you, but to also subtly put you back in your place. to see how sheepish you get when you feel your cheeks heating up. because you’re just being so silly! how could you even fathom arguing with the man you call mommy? who takes care of every need you may or may not have? silly baby.

-🍎

Mdniiiiiiiiii!!!!! Infantilization, mommy kink, mentions of spankings and age regression , manipulation..?? Toxic relationship dynamics (evil mommy!sugu)

Ik the warnings are a little scary but the misandrist in me is hyper analyzing everything a man does for better or for worse

And applenon!!!! This very much is evil mommy sugu behavior lol typical Mommy Sugu understands that you're an adult and he DOES RESPECT YOU i swear he does it's a healthy relationship!!!!!!! So he's not gonna insist on you calling him mommy (cuz being mommy is a mindset, and you have to earn the title like a badge of honor <- his words) In cases of arguments he lets you get your way but will listen to you and make you feel heard, THEN the coddling happens ect ect we're not here to talk ab that rn.

So back to evil mommy!sugu!!!!!! I agree i agree i agree i love this so much buuuttt i think he would do this for your safety really, he's not worried about his position crumbling or anything, just wants to remind you that this is mommy you're talking about, he's here to protect you, keep you safe and happy, and you can't any of those things when you look at the person who provides for you and think negative thoughts, he is your caretaker!!!!!!!!!! He does what's best for you, mother knows best and mother knows that putting you back in your place is the best way to go back about this. So he's gently palming your cheek and sliding a thumb inside to lure his sweet obedient baby out again, and once the initial embarrassment of calling him mommy fades you're back into your safe cozy comfy world, you turn pliant basically lmao.

If you have been recently spanked (which i don't see happening with a shy reader but just let me have my fun plz) he won't hesitate to pat your ass a little, trace little patterns or words (its usually "baby" ehe) to trigger the sting and effectively remind you that you're giving attitude to somebody who had you on his lap not too long ago lol

He does reward you when you get back to your senses (regress enough) tho, holds you in his arms while you suck on his nipples, pats your ass (reminder of the spanking just Incase), smoothes down your hair, and asks who mommy's good baby is (answer or else) all while cooing and gently scolding you about acting out <33

Again this is evil mommy sugu lol (or yandere) he actually is the Suguru in the kidnapping and replacing your evil abusive mom fic!!! (Well to a degree at least bcuz he's over all very gentle and focused on helping you adjust and learn to be loved and cared for again) So not evil just yandere and very strange as he does refer to himself as mommy casually (you probably have seen the little snippet I shared)

Typical mommy sugu is just....built like that ig??? Again it's a mindset, he's an intense caretaker who wants to do everything to you but lets you be yourself and have a personality outside of just being his baby

[c0llisiion]

Cr. _3aem on twitter/x for the pic!

★pairing : gojo satoru + fem!reader

★genre : smut

★: clan leader!gojo, mean dom!gojo, yandere type ig? , Mention of possessive gojo , cuckqueanery, voyeurism , degradation, fellacio , name calling , slapping, bondage — lmk if i missed any ^^

★W/C: 874

A/N : HIIIIII I DECIDED TO WRITE MY FIRST JJK SMUT CUS I BE GOING THROUGH THAT SATORU GOJO BRAINROT ( my gorgeous man is coming back frfrfr ) kinda gives me the ick everytime i proof read it 😭 but ANYWAYS HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Thinking about clan leader Gojo, who you were forcefully married to.

Your clan and the gojo clan had a lot of tension building up between each other, and the last option was to marry the gojo's gifted son and the youngest beauty of yours as a peace treaty.

He had met you before. To say the least, he was not very fond of you. He thought of you as just a daddy’s princess who had no talent, even though your cursed technique was one of the rarest.

Satoru was not pleased at first, but he had a change of heart.

Satoru was rude to you every waking second. He treated you like his cumrag. You were to obey him at all times.

You want to go out? He will join you too.

He would threaten to slice someone’s head off if they ever laid eyes on you or stared at you for too long. Cause you were his toy. His to look at. His to fuck every night till you were brain-dead.

He would dismiss his rudeness towards you as possession or love.

His cerulean eyes glowed as he rutted into you at an inhumane pace. His pale hand covered your mouth, stopping you from talking back to him. “You are damn right about me hating you. Cause you are mine. Mine to fuck. Mine. All mine.” He would say, landing a harsh slap on one of your tits.

You writhe in pain, kimono all over the place, and your legs split open as he pounded his length harder and harder. “My fucking whore. You like it, don't you? Getting treated like a useless whore? Yeah? That's right.. You can’t do anything about it cus you belong to me. Your perfect little body is all mine."

His servants are always on alert. After your little sessions he would order them to clean you up while he goes out into the gardens for a smoke.

He wouldn’t even take a chance in cleaning you up himself or embracing you. ‘You don’t deserve it.’ Is all he said to you when you asked him.

He liked seeing you suffer. Your tears and your cries were a pleasure for him. That's why he got you tied up. Hands tied behind you, and legs tied wide open as you watch your husband get his dick sucked by another woman.

This man was a sadist. He watched you cry and writhe as one of his hands was bobbing this other woman’s head on his dick. Legs splayed out. His hair tussled.

His haori hung loose around his body and he had an evil smirk on his face. “You like the sight, wife? You like seeing me fuck someone else’s mouth, don't you sweetheart?” He said.

“No! Satoru! Please! Please! I'm sorry! Please satoru stop it! I don't like it!” You cried out. Face stained with tears and voice hoarse from the constant begging and crying.

Even though he treated you like shit, you still loved him. That was your husband. Your husband.

Your legs twitched as your arousal dripped down from your wet cunt.

“Seems like you are enjoying it.”

You shook your head. He let out a dark chuckle and threw his head back as he made the other woman choke on his length. He let out a deep breathy moan as the woman kept bobbing up and down.

He hissed and moaned, to taunt you. “So.. fucking.. Good.” He bluffed.

“Satoru please! I can do so much better!! Please im sorry im so so sorry! I will only listen to you! I will worship you, Satoru! My eyes will only be for you! Please satoru!” You pleaded out in defeat. Crying uncontrollably.

Satoru raised his eyebrows in amusement. The woman in between his legs was giving him the worst head of his life. He just wanted to see you beg for him after your little drama earlier that day.

Satoru called in two of his trusted and loyal servants, commanding them to untie you. His servants had seen worse, so it wasn’t that awkward for them.

As they untied you and left, you immediately fell on the floor, crawling to gojo mindlessly, with hunger in your eyes.

You pushed the woman off his dick, sending her flying to the wall. satoru giggled at your eagerness.

You immediately wrapped your lips on his dick, taking him in fully. His hands grabbed your hair and started thrusting into your mouth. You gagged and moaned as his dick hit the back of your throat.

Gojo was in full pleasure. His head was thrown back, and his body arched off the couch as you give his underside and balls attention.

You choked around his length, your nose hitting the base as he pushed you further down his shaft. He tugged your hair before pulling you away.

You gasp and cough, a mixture of your spit and his precum all over your chin. A string of the mixture connected your lips and his tip. You looked up at him with your big doe eyes.

Satoru looked disheveled. He slapped your face softly before pulling you into a heated kiss, tasting yours and his mixture, smiling into the kiss.

“I fucking hate you.”

A/N: AHHH THANK YOU FOR READING <333 how was it? Should i be writing more jjk? Ilysmmm!

[fuumiku]

Demon AU (krkb)

+ bonus Kuro

Kurokabuuu!! If Kabru gets to be naked then so does Kuro, equality for all 🔥Not to break the mystique but in that intro comic Kuro isn't flexing he's just pushing Mickbell away bc he about to be in business mode gdbdg. Was weird trying to make Kuro look more demony, did not work very well except for making him buffer but hey...! A black dog demon yeah yeah yeah...!

I have accidentally recreated Howl's Moving Castle... NOW HEAR ME OUT- The base concept for my satyr Kabru AU (the initial idea was the sketch where he has no horns haha) now turned demon AU was materializing Kabru's fear of anything monster, particularly his insecurity as a kid of being an incubus('s child and that making him a monster), and helping him work through it so he can love himself and others and the world better, but everything started clicking only after thinking about Kuro's role in the setting more. He's this feared dude with a witchy reputation and a lil rhyme about how everyone should stay away from him for their own sake etc etc, but he's not a demon just a dog dude really. The setting in this AU is much like Dunmeshi, but all monsters are called "demons" instead and tied with this concept of demonic not just monstrous, there's special generalized fear in them being kinda fundamentally evil. But they're just beasts, and sometimes just demihuman races, like Kuro. Magic does exist though, and curses, and yeah just a folk kinda vibe!

Kabru because he's become supernatural knows how to speak Kuro's tongue now too, or maybe he's always known it idk... But Kabru sought Kuro out because he's The demon guy around, thought if anyone around would know how to do anything about his having become a monster it'd be him- Mickbell is there too ig like waaa this innocent-looking (def isn't) human loves this demon and lives with him, alone but peaceful as hermits in the woods? Wah wild. Wah we can still have love?? Wah we can fall in love together and live happy monster lives even if ostracized??! Wah wait I'm not even a monster it was just my own latent magical powers cursing myself because I worried and believed myself to be a demon so intensely for so long?!! Wah we can truly have it all...... Growth feels so nice. Except Mickbell, that grown ass man is not finding inner peace yet. Still he's chill here since he's a side char not a main one

It's how Kuro's confident in himself despite everything being stacked against him, it's how he still trusts and likes himself, it's how he just wants a simple happy life and pursues what he wants, it's how he takes things simply... Self-critical Kabru always neglecting himself over obsessing about the greater good could learn from him........ Kuro is the only one after his transformation that unconditionally welcomes him and shows him compassion and it's all so confusing to him, especially since at first Kabru wouldn't even offer that same humanization to Kuro, only risked it out of necessity for his own circumstances, but he gradually becomes able to see the humanity in him despite his appearance, mannerisms, way of life and ideals, until he sees the humanity in him and himself too despite their appearances, until he finds there's nothing wrong in this routine and life of theirs in this isolated magical little place, until........... Just about accepting all of those fuzzy inbetween ways to be that are unclean and hard to understand from the outside, and growing comfortable in them and loving himself and kuro and the life they've made together.......!!!!!! What if through humanizing you I humanized myself... What if through growing a understanding for each other wevalidated ourselves, love as self-love...

I love including Rin into things, for a more plotty story it'd be neat if she tried and followed Kabru... He up and disappeared and she's a capable mage and she doesn't know what his plan was because he never tells her anything so she goes out and pursues him- Could even be the main antagonist besides just idk self-hate and townspeople lol, like she thinks Kuro is keeping him prisoner or something and also because she kinda represents the same kinda social trauma Kabru has, where she's strict about conforming and being an irreproachable undeniable human so she kind of wants to drag him back to that state he was in of anxiety over acting and being human enough...... But of course in the ultimate confrontation when she has her staff pointed at Kuro and they talk, she's hurt by him not confiding in her and thinking of her as someone who wouldn't help, but she understands and stops and yay happy ending :> And if we want them to be in this Holm and Dia may be allies I feel 🤔Like maybe they help out Kabru when they see him, help him escape their human village at one point or something, Holm is quite nice and cares for spirits and Dia's fled her home too so they kinda get it in a way, it'd contrast Rin... This isn't about the Laios party lol. Rin & Mickbell shenanigans would lowkey be fun like maybe Mickbell tricks Rin into thinking Kabru IS there against his will so she can take him away and the status quo of Mickbell not having to share Kuro with anyone is preserved, or maybe they just shittalk and grumble together. Gbdgd this is a plotline about accepting change and these two are noooot happy about it

So yeah he hates being a monster that's the schtick!! Won't a cool dog man pleaseeee turn me human again. Surely he can do that right. So he goes to live with this feared coolass magicky guy and that guy's little guy at his weird home and through making connections and self-love the curse you actually unknowingly put on yourself gradually lessens and disappears, but you don't care anymore because that's the point 😌 Which is why I call it a Howl's Moving Castle recolor gdbd

Kabru is usually the voice of reason within kurokabu so it's really fun switching the roles in that way. If you're just stumbling into this and are sooo confused first of all congrats on getting so far second I can't overstate how unironic this is + if you want more explanation about the ship I made a brainstormy manifesto here <3 Like, did you know Kuro's name is actually Yodan? He was likely called Kuro by Mickbell due to the language barrier. In this AU it's because no one's interested in him as a person so people just give him an ominous title that means black. But Kabru learning his name and Kuro willingly giving away that information and Kabru feeling the weight of it because he really thinks this'd allow him to control him (he can't actually control bc he's not a demon! No one's a demon yay! Just weirdo humans who get otherized)......

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Other vers because I 1) really like it and 2) am very indecisive. I overthink every single slight color change I stg lol

Sigh....... Like bro what if we were both so so far away from home and we knew we can't really go back and we've made our peace with that but man I miss not having been ripped away from my homeland and we are both so so isolated in our own ways in our presents and with a small yet gigantic gesture of compassion and of seeing each other we can learn and grow together with secret study dates where I teach you how to communicate the same way you're teaching me your language, we are both reaching across to each other we are both finding in one another a presence and humanity that feels so rare anywhere else. A sliver of warmth a sliver of home but also a sliver of the new, and embracing that things are changing and that we've changed and wow the animality within humanity and the humanity within animality!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey bro your humanity I am only now fully grasping and coming to terms with is so hot bro............ What if your beastly features ended up making me more comfortable in my own stinky human animal flawedness bro........ What if we could just be together reassured through each other that we're human enough no matter what and that's all we need to just be and wahhhhh aughhhhh

Kurokabu is Kuro needing to choose between Kuro and Yodan. Kurokabu is needing to feel comfortable in animality within humanity. What if we stopped repressing ourselves 🫶

[daenerys-apolog1st]

Just generally speaking, how the hell do people get “torture” from “sharply question” because I don’t see it.

1. Aemond is a prince, unless he did some crazy out-of-the-box Maegor type shit, no one is gonna be torturing him. However you feel about Viserys’ parenting, Aemond was his son and there’s no way he’d ever even entertain the idea of him being tortured---especially not for something that wasn't his fault.*

Rhaenyra knows this. She’s not stupid---she’s grown up watching Viserys get angry at Daemon, for shit he's ACTUALLY done, and never once bring up torture. So, frankly, if we're going with the theory that Rhaenyra meant torture and actually wanted it to happen, it'd be stupid as fuck for her to bring it up to VISERYS in PUBLIC when she knows damn well that he'd never consider it an option.

2. We literally SEE Viserys do as she asks in this scene! She gets what she wants after she says it!

And guess what? There’s no torture involved.

Viserys asks him who fed him the shit about Rhae's kids being bastards. Aemond then, trying to cover for Alicent, says that Aegon told him the rumors. Aegon, confused as fuck, says "what?" before Viserys asks him where HE heard it, to which Aegon simply says "look at them."

And then before anyone can apply some critical thinking and realize that it was obviously Alicent feeding this shit to them---which would result in her facing some kind of consequence because Viserys has told her multiple times to drop it---Alicent then makes a homophobic and demeaning comment towards Laenor, who is quite literally mourning the loss of his sister.

...

Idk about y'all, but I wouldn't consider asking a question torture, but that could just be me ig 🤷‍♀️

Should Viserys have asked Aemond about this shit the day he lost an eye? No, there was a time and a place to have that conversation, but it CLEARLY wasn't right then. Personally, I think that the whole situation would've been resolved a lot better if everyone had just went to bed, thought on it, and then decided what to do in the morning---but that's not what was done.

However, TG acting like Aemond being asked a question is the worst thing in the world is just fucking ridiculous---especially considering how people use this as "evidence" of Viserys being a bad parent** and then ignore Alicent's actions in the scene: slapping and yelling at Aegon for something that wasn't his fault, ignoring Aemond asking her to stop escalating things, and then making Aemond losing an eye all about her and what she's suffered. Instead of, y'know, the son that lost an eye.

And acting like Rhaenyra "clearly" didn't actually mean "questioned" when she said "questioned" is a fucking REACH.

Not to mention that: 3. even if Rhaenyra DID mean "torture" when she said "questioned" ...so what?

She only said it in RESPONSE to Alicent advocating for Luce's eye to be taken out, so it was very obviously just a defensive response meant to try and take the attention off of her son. She was just trying to protect him.

She also only says it ONCE and there is absolutely NO ACTION behind her words, if she actually wanted Aemond tortured you'd think she'd press the subject, but she doesn't---so clearly it's not actually something she wants. Meanwhile Alicent brings up the idea of Luce being maimed as revenge MULTIPLE TIMES and then GOES AFTER HIM WITH A KNIFE---despite everyone, again including AEMOND, telling her to stop.

...but you never hear TG criticize her for that, now do you?

Which brings up another point:

Alicent attacks a 5 year old with a knife and it's fine and even commendable because she's "protecting her children," but Rhaenyra says that her brother should be questioned and suddenly she's an evil terrible bitch who clearly wanted him to be tortured and die.

Like, do y'all not see the hypocrisy?

Anyways, Rhaenyra obviously did NOT mean "torture" and if she did I don't think it's this awful thing TG makes it out to be because she clearly didn't mean it and probably knew Viserys would never actually do anything.

*Despite what some people apparently assume about me, I don't think Aemond was at fault for Driftmark, just like I don't think the other kids were necessarily at fault either. They were all kids, they were gonna react like kids and act like they were raised to act. The main fault is on the adults that should've been watching the damn kids so they couldn't claim dragons and get in brawls and put themselves in dangerous situations.

**Oh no, Viserys didn't want to intentionally maim another child after his child was accidentally maimed, instead he wants to resolve things sensibly instead of blindly seeking revenge. What a terrible person. /s Viserys was a shit father to all of his kids, but this particular situation isn't an example of that---it's him, for once, making a good decision.