#getting the good ending is secondary to being a bitch

[ackee]

its so funny berleezy is considered the king of picking terrible decisions in decision based games, but he's the only one who plays authentically.

if i ever became a otome/visual novel lets player, everyone would hate my ass bc one thing imma always do is be rude to characters that are rude to me!!!!!!

[troublewithvampires]

//tag dump (this time with better formatting lol)

[troublewithvampires-a]

//ignore me

[ryoalouette]

Machi's #12 DPxDC Idea

Dick shivered, Klarion had him against the wall and the sword. Quite literally. He had tie him up to a wall and now was threatening him with a sword.

"Relax," Klarion said. "I only want to talk."

"Funny way to show it," Dick quipped back.

"Oh? You mean this?" Klarion said swinging the sword. "Don't pay attention to it, is just a little failsafe in case things don't work as planned."

Dick narrowed his eyes, he was sure Klarion wasn't afraid of him or Batman so, what kind of creature could make him afraid? Dick needed to know more.

"What did you want to talk about anyway?"

Klarion swifter his feet, as if pondering what to say.

"Don't you ever get tired?" Klarion asked Dick surprising him.

"I mean, always in the same place, fighting the same fights, a never ending circle. It's so boring, so predictable. Wouldn't you like to fly away? To be able to see new places and meet new people?"

Dick thought about it, it was true that he was tired of being tied up to the same place. Back in his childhood he used to be constantly traveling, constantly moving. That ended when his parents died, Bruce had tried to help the itch by taking him on several expensive trips but it was not the same. He wanted to walk away without knowing where he would end up, enjoying the way more than the destiny itself. But he was fine, he was doing good, he was making the world a better place. His own comfort was secondary.

Klarion smiled, "that's what I thought."

Dick frowned, what were Klarion's intentions? But he didn't have time to ask. Klarion slapped something in his forefront as a portal opened.

"Klarion!" Yelled a feminine voice. "Time to pay up bitch!"

Klarion squawked and held his sword harder.

"He yearns for freedom! Take him!" He yelled as he pointed at Dick and took a step back. Dick gasped, so this was his plan! Not very original but very problematic for him.

Out of the portal came an old wrecked ship and from it fell a woman. She wore a mismatch of clothes from different time periods, several piercings on her pointed ears and a scarf tied up in her head. She also had long white hair and bright green eyes. Dick shivered as she smiled a too sharp smile.

"Not bad," she said getting closer to Dick. She turned to Klarion, "the payment is acceptable." Klarion let out a sigh of relief as she grabbed Dick's arm and pulled him up with her.

"Welcome abroad bitch, get ready to explore the realms and see what nobody has seen before. What nobody is supposed to see." Dick gulped as the boat traveled away through another portal

-

Bruce was desperate, it had been months since Dick had disappeared and they weren't any closer to find him than they were on day one. They had looked under every stone, every brick in the world and nothing. They had asked for favors from every person they knew, spent all the resources available to the justice league and even called for the green lanterns help. Nothing. Until Jason found a new book titled "kidnapped by the pirate queen" a romantic book about a rich boy that yearned for freedom and it was kidnapped by the pirate queen to travel the world and fell in love in the process. Coincidentally enough, it was written by one R.G.W. The batfam was divided if the clues were there or if it was a coincidence. Until the second book of the series came out, and then the third. With each new book it was more obvious that it was Dick writing the books, now only one question was, when they were going to meet their new sister in law?

[albondiguilla007]

Tomarry recs Part l

Soooo, for the Tomarry girlies, hope this reaches you. Here are some recommendations of the pair. You should know that all of these have something in common though, aside from being my favorites. These are TOMARRY fanfictions, meaning Harry x Tom Riddle, not Harry x Voldemort. (So, most of them time travel)

I feel more comfortable with this ship, and I’ve found that it tends to be less toxic, (though not always). Another important thing about them is that most put both Harry and Tom in equal footing, meaning: no abuse or manipulation (tho Tom certainly tries), or just any funny business.

If there is anything I love about these fics is how Harry confronts Tom, questioning his beliefs and social standing by just being good ole Harry. Sassy, magically powerful and impulsive Harry. So yeah, enjoy!

- [ ] Wear Me Like a Locket Around My Throat: Technically incomplete, but it’s basically a second part. The main arch wraps up very nicely, so I’d count it as complete. The secondary characters are amazing, I fell in love with all of them. I don’t why, but Hogwarts feels pretty nostalgic in this one. 220k https://archiveofourown.org/works/7189349/chapters/16316573

- [ ] Terrible, but Great: Incomplete, still updating. The author has already written most of the second Arch. Tom reaaaallyyy wants Harry to submit and follow the Slytherin hierarchy. Harry won’t. They have the most epic confrontations. 173k https://archiveofourown.org/works/35714410/chapters/89052469

- [ ] Of Kings, of Pawns, and of Men: Incomplete: This one is addictive, I’m telling ya. I couldn’t stop reading. Not time travel per se, but still amazing. A tiny bit of Drarry. Harry befriends the Slytherins (Blaise, Pansy, etc) Tom is OBSESSED with Harry, like absolutely crazy about him. 146k https://archiveofourown.org/works/8323864/chapters/19063957

- [ ] you belong to me (i belong to you): Incomplete: Auror absolute boss bitch Harry. He reincarnates in another boy. Sort of? He catches everyone’s attention (Tom’s) when he starts acting differently (confident, powerful, won’t take shit from anyone) than he did before. 112k https://archiveofourown.org/works/11270490/chapters/25203408

- [ ] Earning his notice: Complete: This one is very short, but I feel like it sums up all my favorite tropes. Definitely give it a try. So my boy travels back to Hogwarts, is sorted into Hufflepuff, manages to fly under the radar during his school years and starts working on a shady business on Knockturn Alley. Everything is fine until his shop is attacked by Death Eaters, and ✨surprise✨he earns Tom’s attention. 40k https://archiveofourown.org/series/1174940

- [ ] At the end of every road: Complete: Crack treated seriously. Fluff, sassy Harry. Tom courts Harry, they get engaged. Sort of. Harry becomes a professional Quidditch player. 90k https://archiveofourown.org/works/46642903/chapters/117465823

- [ ] What Souls are Made of: Complete: My two fav things: Golden Trio friendship + Tomarry (Ron and Hermione travel back in time with him) 277k https://archiveofourown.org/works/35109247/chapters/87462256

- [ ] Stab right through: Incomplete: Snarky Harry, I love him. He gets sorted in Ravenclaw (Harry is equally as confused) Tom is intrigued. 80k https://archiveofourown.org/works/12051324/chapters/27288978

more recommendations here: Part ll

[henneseyhoe]

Adonis being clingy with his wife and new baby.

Adonis x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: postpartum depression mentions, other baby related stuff

SUMMARY: Adonis trying to be as helpful as he can, but the reader finds it a bit overwhelming while dealing with postpartum depression.

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“Pacifiers?”

“Check”

“Burping cloth?”

“Check”

“Bibs?”

“Check. Babe, we have everything. I promise” I chuckle, watching Adonis go through a list of baby necessities on his phone, while trying to calm the whining boy in his arms, the man being adamant on keeping everything where they need to be just for times like this when his son was irritated.

“We have diapers right?”

“Mhm”

“What about wipes?”

“Yes, all in the nursery, Donnie”

“Okay, good, good….you need anything? Thirsty?” He tucks his phone away, rocking the now resting baby in his arms.

“Mmm…water, maybe?” I shrug and he nods, rushing out of the room. He had been acting like this all day, running around the house like a chicken with its head cut off. I hadn’t even been home for two hours yet, just coming back from the hospitals secondary check up after a very unplanned home birth. The house was a mess from two days ago, my poor mother and brother being stressed out of their minds trying to deliver a baby that wasn’t supposed to be here just yet.

Luckily, him coming two weeks earlier didn’t matter and he was healthy as a horse. with the way he was screaming at the top of his lungs, you could tell that was a healthy baby. But, meanwhile I was pushing a 5 pound, big headed baby out of me, Adonis was scrambling to find a flight back to Cali so he could make it to the birth, which was unsuccessful. It took an entire day and some change to get back home, the man so disappointed in himself that he took a business trip so late in my 3rd trimester.

Though I told him to do it, he still felt bad, promising to never leave my side in circumstances like this ever again. The birth went smoothly even though it wasn’t expected, and as soon as Adonis landed, he was blowing up my phone with FaceTimes back to back. And he was completely serious with the ‘never leave your side” thing, cause he was on me like white on rice when he got home. Helping me to and from the bathroom, even though I could walk fine, supplying me with any kind of food or snack I asked for, diaper duty, which was the best perk, and massages.

He was showering me with all kinds of love and affection, but as fast as my high came from giving birth, the lows swooped in just as quick. The 6th day after birth came and postpartum depression came knocking. I was still functioning though. Not cause I wanted to, but because I had an infant now and had no time to dissect why I really felt the way I did.

As more days passed, I became more agitated with my circumstances and Adonis constant ‘bugging’. I knew it was from a place of love, but I needed rest before anything. I was just too cautious to tell him that, afraid I’d end up sounding like a bitch because I wanted a break from my husband for a few hours. Some women would have to beg their husbands to do what Adonis does, but I felt ungrateful because I didn’t have to, and quickly got tired of that because of emotions I couldn’t control.

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About three more days had gone by, and it had officially been a month since giving birth. My postpartum depression had subsided a bit, and I felt better about myself, but Adonis was the same, and so was my sleep schedule.

“…can I help you, sir?” I look over my shoulder, spotting my husband watching me intensely. The infant I had in my arms whines and mixes at the sudden movements, unlatching from my nipple for a moment before going right back to feasting. I was reclined in a couch placed in the nursery, praying to god that I could catch some Z’s.

“Huh?” He queries, still staring.

“You’ve been following me around the house like a lost puppy all day. Now you over my shoulder watching me nurse like I don’t know what I’m doing” I say, a bit agitated since I haven’t slept for more than a few hours everyday for the passed month.

“What? I know you know what you’re doing, baby” He completely ignores my other statement, his attention still drawn to my current ‘activity’. I blink at him for a prolonged second, then laughed, shaking my head. “Okay, well back up off my bumper, can you?” I suggest, waving him off with my hand. He sighs, leaning up and walking away. “Your daddy is a bit obsessed, don’t you think?” I look down at our son, his brown eyes fluttering closed as he begins to drift off into his fourth nap of the day.

I close my eyes too, relaxing.

‘Maybe I could sneak in a nap too’

just as I thought I was gonna have peace and quiet, I feel Adonis plop down right besides me, looking over my shoulder. I was in my right mind to lock him in a room now. I sigh, opening my eyes back up to the unpleasant sight of the sun shining through the baby blue curtains across from me. I’d rather see the inside of my eyelids. I was exhausted.

“…he looks like me, doesn’t he?” He pokes, smiling down at his new found pride and joy.

I slowly turn my head to the man, his face being so close to me that our noses touch. “Donnie…get outta my face” I mellowly warn him, ready to run him out of the nursery.

“I’m sorry! I’m just intrigued. I wasn’t there for when he came, I just wanna make that time back” I bite back a loud cackle for the sake of not scaring my son out of his cinnamon toned skin. Snorting, I cover my mouth.

Giving him a ‘be serious’ look with the tilt of my head, I uncover my mouth. “Donnie, please. It’s been almost five weeks since his birth, you came a day late, and it’s not your fault. Be happy you even found a flight that would get you back here so suddenly. Plus, you already made that 24 hours back, now you just being clingy” I say, pecking his lips twice. “It’s just a bit…overwhelming right now, that’s all,”

“I’m not saying it’s you, I’m not not really in a place to…ya know…be as social with you as I was before”

He nods, understanding. “And you know I love you, but sometimes I don’t need anything at all, just silence” Taking in everything I say, he doesn’t argue, understanding that maybe he was doing a little much on the waiting hand and foot, asking me questions at every movement I made.

He caresses my thigh, kissing my forehead. “I’m sorry. I’m really not trynna stress you, I just don’t wanna feel like I’m not doin’ enough, or want you to feel like I don’t care”

I smile. “It’s okay. Just tone it down a bit, okay? Next week I promise you can be as clingy with us as you want” he nods, starting to play with the little mitten that covered our sons hand. I knew he still wasn’t gonna leave any time soon yet, waiting for the baby to stop eating so he could hold him again. I just let him be. For now.

“Does it hurt?” He asks suddenly, and I shake my head. “Not really. It did for the first few times, but since he’s latching better, no”

“…he getting enough, right?”

I pause, my eyebrow raising at the man.

“Yes, my titties produce enough milk for our son. Any other questions, doc?” I ask with playful attitude.

He shakes his head, still looking. It was silent for a moment , only the sounds of summer rain tapping against the window and swallowing followed by shallow sighs from the infant being heard. That was until I decided to put my boob up and replace my nipple with his favorite paci since he had fallen asleep, remembering the doctor told me not to feed him while he’s not awake, considering my milk supply was fine and he gets full fast.

Yet, that still doesn’t stop my husband from breathing down my neck, attempting to reach for him, which I dodge by brushing him off with my shoulder.

Taking a breath, I glare at him. “What, Adonis? You wanna feed him?”

His eyes glimmer with excitement as he smiles, perking up at the simple question. “I can? Yeah” he asks before quickly answering.

“Grow some titties then” I pat his chest then stood to my feet, now attempting to burp the resting baby.

[livelaughghoul]

Oscar Piastri Personality and Career Tarot Reading

Disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes only, nothing observed or taken away from this should be considered fact. As a reminder, I know fuck all about Formula 1, I just like fast cars and have a dumb amount of knowledge of astrology and tarot. 

Since I am just recently getting in F1, the first race I actually watched was the Hungary GP. Which like, what an introduction to the sport. Since then I have watched a lot of the replays from prior races, but my knowledge outside of the track is nonexistent. Having this be my first introduction to Oscar was interesting, and I think that there is a lot to unpack there between the team dynamic and the way they approach and relay information to both Oscar and Lando. I may end up doing a reading on two of them at some point, but we will see how I am feeling. 

This spread is actually amazing to me, because we have one of the better Swords followed with a slew of Cups. I love that we are mixing Swords and Cups (even if we are Cup dominated), because Swords are very self focused, almost interalized, whereas Cups are incredibly emotional. I think that it specifically being the Two of Swords really telling, especially with the specific correlation of the Cups we pulled. 

I really love this spread, like a lot. I usually don’t care much for wanting to learn more about the people on the grid, but I actually am interested in getting to know more about him because this is just so interesting to me. I might actually look into someone other than Jenson Button, Sebastian Vettel, and Kimi Raikkonen (honestly I owe that anon SO MUCH, because you truly have made my life so much better with these men). 

Outward personality - Two of Swords

This card has a soft spot in my heart because it absolutely is the introvert card. It’s protective in nature, and more reserved. While I don’t think it’s a full avoidance of feeling or expressing things, but it definitely is a more thought out or silent approach to emotions and expressing them. Since things are more reserved, there is going to be a lot to go through to develop a friendship or relationship with Oscar. I see a lot of people referring to him as a cat (which is hilarious, I love this), and I think that is really seen in this card positioning. Cats take time to develop trust in people, but when they do, it’s lifelong and so rewarding. Cats are also really good at masking how they really feel, I think that there is a lot of masking and hiding of things in terms of how he is feeling or what is being experienced. 

Inward personality - Ten of Cups

Interally, once you break past the resting bitch face and flat affect, you feel nothing but valued, delight, and at home. The Ten of Cups is like, coming home to your family after a long day at work and just getting to feel valued and at home. It’s a happiness, feeling fulfilled and loved. I love the switch up of the outward personality being this like professional brickwall, and then on the inside there is this soft gooey center filled with love and affection.

Current career - Queen of Cups, reversed

I’m not a huge fan of this one when it comes to the career, because I think that this has the possibility of being too willing to take everything lying down, allowing others to essentially make the decisions for you, and almost put yourself in a secondary or lower positioning. There is a lot of tenderness in this card, and I think that while yes, Oscar absolutely can be aggressive and challenge things, I think that there is alot of hesitancy in this. There is going to be this patience and accepting of whatever he is told to do. It absolutely tells me that he is a team player, but I think that there may be too much of prioritizing of others instead of himself. 

Future career - Three of Cups, reversed

No matter where he goes in his career, who is on a team with, or what his support team looks like, this man is making friends and building a community wherever he goes. Oscar is going to be able to foster a community wherever he ends up, and this is going to make work so much smoother, especially when there is a transitional period that happens. 

[allycot]

f i n a l l y finished reading the novel (a stream of random crazy thoughts, sorry not sorry.) And I’d say that, as for me, it’s way, way better than the untamed that just feels like its vanilla version, to be honest (though I don’t mean that it’s completely bad.) I liked that I finally understood more details I missed out or did not know about earlier. I liked the author’s style and humour, the thing that even secondary characters seem unforgettable, and also the thing that there are no fully good or bad characters, i.e. everyone has the traits that you can love or hate.

of course, I like wangxian in my own way, and after reading, I got a weird thought like these two could actually be each other’s somewhat reflection. Though Lan Wangji looked like an example of “perfection”, still and cold, he seemed to wanting to do something reckless or something beyond his principles, while Wei Wuxian, being that one epitome of a mess, had thoughts about just having a peaceful life (that would include LWJ.) And I actually liked LWJ as a character himself, i.e. even out of wangxian, as I liked him in all its adaptations. He seems to be deeper than just a human version of an iceberg (a special “I feel you bro” moment when he gets drunk, as, for certain reasons, I’m pretty sure it would be exactly me if I drank, though I’m not into it at all.)

it was a surprise for me to actually love the yi city plot, it could really be good even as a separate story. A more surprise for me was to like Xue Yang, who managed to become one of my favourite characters. He’s a bitch, but an interesting bitch. I can’t help but love the antagonists in this story.

I felt sorry for my baby Wen Ning who was punched/slapped/thrown away almost every freaking time he appeared in a scene, god. And I was glad that, in the end, he did decide to choose something for himself and it’s not just following WWX.

But.

Jiang Cheng will remain my very favourite character in the story. He literally seems one of the most realistic characters to me, who’s not perfect (and no one can be perfect actually), who is fucked up enough, but who’s also able to care about the ones he appreciates, and I liked this imperfection (or maybe it’s also a response of my inner self, who knows.) There were the moments when I couldn’t agree with his actions, but I also think he did not deserve any of that hell happened to him, to his family, to their Sect, and I felt sorry for him. And his line with WWX will stay the most hurtful to me. And as much as I like WWX as well and could understand his actions and motives when he wanted to save the ones who helped him, I won’t fully understand his decision just, eventually, to leave the person who was his family; to leave in the moment when he needed him the most in a very difficult period. Despite their disagreements and difficulties they had between each other. I guess it’s a clear example of what happens when you don’t talk to a person to solve whatever you two need to solve. And it’s very sad.

Actually, there are more thoughts in my mind, and they could be sorted, but when I write, most of the thoughts fly away.

[dungeonmeshi-confessions]

I wanna do more kabumisu positivity following that other anon. it really brightened my day so much.

bc really I dont want to bash other ships to lift mine up!!! and I actually also really love and respect labru, and know the majority of labru shippers arent Like That, just like most kabumisu shippers arent Like That. every group has some annoying, loud, opinionated people and they dont represent the average person who likes the ship, you know? I would love to see some labrus follow suit and send in some positivity as well!!! If the positivity keeps going I will come in here and post all my fave things about labru, labru art, and labru shippers as a kabumisu. lets ditch the bitching and hold hands instead!

anyway, some reasons I really love kabumisu

- as a neurodivergent disabled person dating another neurodivergent person, this is like. THE couple to me. and like its not just about mithrun being taken care of. taking care of mithrun actively helps kabru be more mindful of his own needs. In my life, I may struggle to feed myself, but I can make breakfast if my partner is hungry. other times she may do the same for me, it depends on who is doing worse.

-they both struggle with insomnia also

-from everything we've seen, pre-dungeon mithrun wasn't entirely dissimilar to kabru (high masking people pleaser) and thats Fascinating to me.

-kabru's job seems pretty stressful (no matter how much fulfillment it brings him, its a lot of responsibility for one person!) so I feel like coming home to that one guy he can take his mask off around and not even have to try and impress must be such a huge relief. also add mithrun with cooking experience to this, making kabru a nice meal after a long day of work.

-Mithrun is actually very perceptive and sees straight through kabru's bs multiple times and doesn't hesitate to call him out. Laios isnt the only character that forces kabru to be honest. ("unless theres someone else?" "theres someone you want to tell that story to.") mithrun is also the one who gives kabru the information he's been seeking this whole time.

-I am very interested in exploring mithruns whole desire situation. what desires does he gain? I think it is probably a lot of little ones that weave together. oh also I think sometimes things may seem more mithrun centric bc in any story where he is going to end up in a relationship he is going to have a much more dynamic arc than whoever he is paired with. literally dynamic as in like. he requires a lot more growth to achieve the outcome. and there are ways to skip it or gloss through it but. a lot of these stories require that in some way you show the progress has happened.

-to me, kabumisu is more often queeplatonic than romantic. but Im aroace so that could just be my aroace glasses. ALSO kabru is vaguely aro to me. you mean the guy thats super desirable that doesnt really seem interested in anyone particular outside of pursuing friendship? that guy? (also the way he did rin omfg)

-random but I dont think kabrus PTSD is talked about enough and also like the extent of his trauma. its not just utaya/monsters/his mom dying; its being raised by a single mother, its his blue eyes, its being adopted, its being raised by an elf, etc!!!! a lot of things he does bc of ptsd get attributed to autism (I also hc kabru as autistic, and some is symptom overlap. but it is secondary to the ptsd! he is traumatized first and foremost ty) I really love kabru so much. ty for the ptsd rep <3

-also out here to say I know an amount of kabumisu content is mithrun centric. I will tell you from my pov specifically though its bc I deeply relate to mithrun (as someone who once told a therapist many years ago I desired nothing and truly meant it. she said I was like a puppet without strings. of course I saw mithrun and was like. oh.) and Im in love with kabru. kabru reminds me of all the people who gave me a reason to pull through. people who saw good in me and treated me like a person when I didnt feel like one. I also really relate to kabru though as someone with complex trauma, even if my traumas are not the same. thats why I say I think not enough is attributed to his ptsd. anyway, once I just opened a notebook and wrote kabrus name over and over again with hearts. I have never done this to mithrun. so dont tell me kabumisus dont like kabru !!!

-kabru and mithrun are both so gender. Ive seen so many variants on their gender and gender expression in the ship. some people hate this and insist they must be one way or the other. I think theyre neat lots of different ways. I love when theyre both feminine men. I love when mithrun is super masc. I love when theyre butch4butch. I love when theyre both trans. and so much more. its all beautiful. a very good variety of food. the other day on my dash I had a tallman art of mithrun with the biggest tits imaginable and the very next post he was like a little porcelain doll. keep up the good work guys. I love you.

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[plounce]

thinking about yshtola (i am nearing the end of 5.0 so these are incomplete thoughts) and it’s like... ok imo there are two main character traits for her: seeking knowledge and being a mean blunt bitch. the first i think lends more toward “what is yshtola doing here now in the plot” activity which is important for  a character. the second is what im thinking more about because it’s almost entirely flavorful for her. i think that her being blunt in that way matches well with matoya’s own stubborn pursuit of doing her own thing and yshtola spent a large portion of her youth with matoya, who was stubbornly apart from the rest of the sharlayan elite and made no secret of her disdain for them! so i think being at least partially raised with that gave her a certain tendency for avoiding centralized authorities - see how she leaves sharlayan for eorzea, see how she goes to the rak’tika greatwood and away from the exarch (who she is suspicious of). it doesn’t matter if somebody’s A Good Guy: she is willing to doubt anything to ascertain the truth of it. she’s stubborn but she’s also very humble, because she’ll also doubt her own understanding or previous knowledge (but not to an extent that she’d be gullible - she’ll invite emet-selch to share information, but she still doesn’t trust him as far as she can throw him).

she doesn’t like tricksy machinations and doesn’t engage in them herself and will tell you that right to your face. she says “urianger what the FUCK are you lying about this time” “thancred get your STUPID ASS head on straight” “emet-selch say something USEFUL or shut the FUCK up” “sharlayan you are full of BITCHES and COWARDS” and it is just great every time. she has love for her companions (excluding mr squelch obv) but that love does not hold her back or preclude her from demanding better of them.

she’s not a rude person. she is very kind and has a solid heart in her chest and a great head on her shoulder. she is blunt. (urianger’s a really great foil to her as another scholarly character but as opposed to her, he will circle around something and keep things to himself and try to get everything to work out for the best without sharing anything. meanwhile she will say “alright here’s what i think needs to be done and i’m going to do it. and if i can’t, i need you to.” he’s kind of an enabler; she calls people out. passive vs active. healer vs caster dps.)

and that bluntness lends itself to her choosing to be really reckless! girls will jump into a bottomless pit to save a community of civilians and then do a really insanely risky spell, one that she has already permanently disabled herself (and thancred!) doing, rather than resigning herself to dying, because she will do everything in her power to move herself and the cause forward. she thinks things through, but she thinks fast, because she’s smart and decisive. she is reckless but not rash. and she will throw herself into danger if it’s the best thing to do to help save the day - in the english translation, using her aethervision drains her vitality, but she’s gotta do it to keep others alive and to save the world. it’s a sacrifice she’s choosing to make, even if her loved ones would rather she not do that to herself, please. but that’s a value judgment she’s making, and you probably couldn’t win the argument against her. she’s not infallible, but she’s usually right. she is the sort of person who is full of hope that can be more accurately described as stubbornness. she knows her loved ones for who their best self can be and she demands that of them - which can make her a great character to have around for other characters as well.

there’s also another secondary aspect to this that is kind of more depressing lmao but it is evident that in eorzea miqo’te women are often sexually objectified by the game and by characters within the world, so another reason she might have to have such high + spiky walls up is to like. deal with that. her more suggestive lines of dialogue are about her having sexual control (the lines about having you “over her knee” or putting you on a leash, for example). after the stormblood expac magnai fight:

she’s got it handled, but it does also suck that this is something she has needed to learn how to handle! 

and those are my current #catgirlthoughts

[snotbuggle]

Hoe. Lee. Fuck.

That was a lot- good god where do I start? (Major spoilers for pretty much everything vvv)

I was super concerned about Wrecker since he was struggling so much… BUT CROSSHAIR?!?! CX-2 WAS SO SALTY (which I kinda find a little funny) HE FUCKING CHOPPED OFF CROSSHAIR’S HAND?! ALSO CROSS SAYING CLONE FORCE 99 DIED WITH TECH AND HE DESERVES TO GO IN ALONE?????? AND ECHO MY MAN YOU HAVE TO STOP WORRYING ME- I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO DIE LIKE FIVE DIFFERENT TIMES. He literally got stabbed in the back and he kept walking around and ripped it out like it wasn’t shit. Also him and Wrecker teamwork? Not something we got to see a lot. The first poor prison clone who got shot broke my heart ohh my goodness. CX-2 I’m content with being a random guy. Kinda funny how he died not being able to touch the ground with his tippy toes though. ALSO RAMPART’S DEATH LMAOOOO- And Hemlock’s? Beautiful. They did not stop shooting until his ass was gone. I am sad about Scorch though… BUT NO TIME FOR THAT WHEN WE GET A CROSSHAIR HUG AND THEN A GROUP HUG WITH HUNTER AND OMEGA AND CROSSHAIR AND THEN OMEGA RESTING HER HEAD ON HUNTER’S ARM. ALSO OMEGA AND ECHO 😭

“Omega let the Zillo beast out!”

“How do you know????”

“That’s what I would do!” *is so so proud*

I can’t tell you how much I love his reflection onto her. This is the SECOND TIME the boys were like “Echo or Omega.” “Probably Omega.” If some crazy shit happens it’s one of them. Omega’s the primary suspect, but Echo’s a close secondary.

ALSO LMAO DID OMEGA DRUG THIS BITCH SCALDER?????

THE CLONES HAVING MEALS FROM THE VENDOR?! Oh my lord they were so adorable I love them. Let these men EAT.

Older Hunter… he’s exactly how we imagined. The hair, the beard, the grey streaks—I swear all of the fanart of how people envisioned him is either a pixel copy or real darn close.

And older Omega? I’m kinda disappointed she became a rebellion pilot. I always imagined her fighting the evils outside of the Empire. Like Tech. Either way though, she has her treasures + a metal puppy. She’s probably got Hera out there somewhere too.

Man… my heart was racing through almost all the episode. But now we have some more ends so… Rex spin off series with Echo…??? (Just don’t kill my man)

Anyways this show will always be something so special to me. It’s sad to see it come to a close, but I’m satisfied with it for the most part. We got our happy ending ish. Force be with you.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Hey I need to yell at you about Pack Play

First I wanna mention doppelgänger twice. I like him. He's basically the same as canon but I like him. Anyway, 

Once again your world building shines. Mating houses, what some wolves think of chew toys, the logistics of a rut room—love it love it love it

I know these two are probably a shade less platonic than a different pack would be, but I LOVE that the grooming and shared cycles ARE considered platonic. 

"Maybe, but you're my pack, And I take care of you." Delicious

The chuffing, dabi showing his stomach, shig nipping his throat, dabi WAITING FOR PERMISSION TO KEEP USING THE TOY!!! All the inhuman cues that show Dabi's submission are making me insane

And thinking about it from Shigs perspective??? The pretty, prickly alpha that probably challenged him at their first meeting now wants to be used so badly that he fucking goes limp???? And even better, it's because he trusts him?? 🥴🥴🥴

And don't get me wrong I love bitching, but this flavor of. Fuck idk. Domestic submission? Service kink? Wolves submitting to their leader no matter their dynamic, nearly got me skipping into work this morning

I'm curious about their biology in this too. Shig has a secondary sex, but dabi doesn't? Does that mean alphas are usually male and omegas female? Do pack dynamics change that, like could an omega be the alpha of a pack?

FEELING LIKE SHIG MATED HIM WITH THE CHEW TOY??????!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEE I AM SCREAMING LIKE A TEA KETTLE. IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE THAT THEY'D GET LIKE A HORMONE RUSH FROM THE SCENT OF BLOOD WHILE FUCKING!!!

Thank you to whoever commissioned this, and of course to you tanco!!!

ehehehe thank you for yelling!

I know I talk about fics re-writing my brain chemistry, but god damn did this one fucking do that too! I had such a good time exploring a different interpretation of werewolf lore!

Shig was definitely losing it to his instincts to see Dabi displaying such perfect submission when, up to this point, he'd barely acknowledged him as his pack, let alone his alpha. It definitely made everything a little less platonic on his end right from the jump!

Yeessss, I really like this concept of pack dynamics for a world where secondary sexes aren't really a thing anymore. Like this is a world where ABO dynamics existed a very long time ago, but they were bred out of the population because they weren't as strong as just having synced cycles and pack-mating (especially for turned packs, which usually outnumber born packs). If there were male omegas/female alphas, they wouldn't exist in this day and age. And the holdovers of ABO traits are very mild, like with Shig who can just continue having a knot through his whole cycle, it's not that much of a difference to a normal male wolf like Dabi (even his thought that Shig's cycle would last longer, ended up being an incorrect assumption because they ended at the same time). On the other side, female wolves who have traces of Omega still in them might produce more slick that smells more strongly, but that's about it. It's not a notable difference and in a few more generations, these traits will likely be eradicated completely because they don't have a real biological/evolutionary advantage in modern society. These holdovers are entirely biological, and don't impact pack dynamics! Wolves of any sex or gender can be alphas, but there aren't pack omegas or betas, "alpha" now just refers to the leader of the group, and no one identifies as having a secondary sex in wolf society.

The psychosexual impact of having that smell and the fake flesh in their mouths nearly made the two of them feral, and we love that for them!! You bet your ass that the next time their cycle hits, they're going to be out there taking chomps out of each other's throats until their scents are so tangled that they'll give any other wolf/pret a headache if they are within a five-mile radius of them.

Thank you so much for commenting!

[please-let-me-be-horny]

The Good, The Bad and The Neutral: Interrogation 101.

Ok, so this one ended up being way longer than I originally planned, but yeah, friendly warning, this one isn't really a sexy one unless you're into torture and blood. You've been warned. Enjoy 😇

The rolling shutter for the warehouse rattled loudly as it clashes back down into place behind the van, echoing through the empty space. Neutral cut the engine and exited the vehicle, before clicking his fingers and pointing across the space to the Intern behind the desk. "You're up, chick. We have company." Behind him, the side door to the van slid open, as a hooded figure was thrown to the floor just outside, shortly followed by Bad.

This wasn't a shocking occurrence. She had helped prep the interrogation rooms and Bads tools before. She quickly made herself busy, getting up from behind her desk and hurriedly scurried off to the tool cabinates and began loading a grocery crate up with some of the tools she knew Bad enjoyed using. Claw hammer. Box cutter. Nail gun. Pliers. She had done her homework.

Bad and Neutral gripped the subject around the top of their biceps, dragging them across the hard concrete into Bad's room, with the intern skipping in through the door behind them. They had already prepped the interrogation space. A single folding chair in the center of the room, with a noose hanging above it. "Come on now, big step...." Neutral guided their subject up onto the chair, which began to rattle as the subject shook violently in a combination of fear and lack of balance. Bad kicked an empty crate across the floor, setting it up next to the chair, and stepping up himself. Reaching up, he lowered the noose around the subjects head, and tightening it around their throat. Stepping off the crate again, he moved back towards the door, finding the corresponding rope, and pulling it harshly, lifting the subject upwards by the neck until they were balanced precariously on their tip toes. They slip, they hang. They try to stand flat on their feet, they hang. The busted old folding chair slips, they hang. As long as they remained upright and in the very tips of their toes, they will have enough slack in the noose to breath and speak.

"Alright chick, here's the deal. You're gonna be Bads secondary toda-" His voice trailed off as he turned to the intern, raising an eyebrow in surprised frustration as he watched her standing there, frozen, and glaring at Neutral. "His secondary?! You mean I'm gonna have to-"

"Take part and pull your weight?" Neutral spat the words in contempt of the question, before taking her by the arm and pulling her towards the corner for a quiet word away from their guest.

"What happened to being tough, huh? I thought you were some sort of bitch-cutting bad ass?"

"I am! I cut bitches who deserve cutting! I don't know this person, they haven't done anything to me"

"Well that's ok then, we should just let him go, right? Let him go back to stealing from the elderly, after all, he's not going after your retirement money, is he? Just your grandparents hard earned chance at a life without HR representatives telling them they can't call their colleagues "coloured" anymore"

"This isn't about tha-"

"Well it isn't about you either, you think we are here because we want this? We're here because this is the only way we know how to function. Without doing this, Bad turns into a serial killer, Good turns into a drug addict, and I turn into a stalker."

She stood there in silence for a moment, offering a sympathetic and concerned look at Neutral, who rolled his eyes and waved it off. As unfeeling and as dismissive as he tried to be, she had heard the slight tone of fear and pain in his voice.

"But dude...this is evil..."

Neutral sighs, turning around and rubbing his eyes, massaging the growing migraine that was forming behind them. He hated that he had to be the voice of reason in such a chaotic environment where reason was already long gone and forgotten.

"There's the rub, chick...This is the lesser of two evils. We have to do this. Because we turn into real monsters when we don't." He reached out and gently patted her shoulder, before looking down into her eyes. "The demons on our back are always going to be too strong for us, chick..." He shugged, before turning his back on her, and approaching the subject.

Bad had already began teasing them, placing his foot against the leg of the chair and gently shaking and rattling it, causing the subject to swing and teeter off balance. Upon seeing Neutral approach, he stopped. Neutral nodded, and Bad stepped up onto his crate again, pulling the hood off the subject head, revealing a heavily beaten and bloodied male in his early 30's. He winced at the brightness of the light, before squinting down I to the masked faces of his captors.

"P-please...i-i don't know what you w-want-"

Neutral held up a hand, cutting him off, as he began to sob and cry quietly.

"Now now, none of that...you'll just get my colleague here excited..." To the left of Neutral, Bad had his back to the subject, running his fingers across the tools that the intern had brought with her, nodding in approval. To the right of Neutral, The Intern remained silent, her breathing shakey and uncertain as she watched Neutral speak with the subject.

"Now....my friends here are actually going to be the ones conducting the interrogation...Bad here doesn't speak....and She is an intern taking part in her first interrogation....Now I don't know what it is that Bad wants to know...and Our intern here isn't a mind reader....so the kindest thing I can do for you right now?..."

Neutral stepped closer, looking up into the eyes of the man who has drained the retirement funds of over 75 pensioners. Who had trapped clueless couples with interests rates that would enslave them for the majority of their working lives. "Is to suggest you start talking....and hope you tell him what he wants to know before you take a sudden drop and a sharp stop..." He smiles up to him behind his mask, before turning on his heel, and exiting the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

The intern watched Neutral leave, hesitating for a moment and sitting in the stiff silence for a few seconds before turning around to face Bad, who met her eye contact. Clapping his hands together and rubbing them in hungry anticipation, he approached a Bluetooth speaker next to a medical trolly loaded with his tools. He scrolled through his phone for a moment, before pressing play on the phone, and placing it gently on top of the Bluetooth speaker.

"please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth, and taste...."

Mick Jagger's musical greeting met the ears of Bad, as he rolled his neck and began to stretch. The intern watched in morbid curiosity as Bad began to move around the subject, looking him up and down, like an art critique studying a sculpture. His eyes then fell to her, clicking his fingers and summoning her towards the subject. She hesitated for a moment, to which Bad quickly snapped his fingers twice more, implying his impatience and urgency. She approached.

Bad greeted her with a wave, before reaching up and gently tapping his belt buckle, before pointing at her and making a gesture of undressing. The intern blinked silently, looking between Bad and the subject, before speaking. "You want me to...undress him?" Bad nodded, offering her a thumbs up, before leaving her with the subject, as he began to pluck a few of the tools up off the medical trolly.

"...I was 'round when Jesus Christ, had his moment, of doubt and pain..."

She worked as instructed, first removing the subjects pants, then his shirt and jacket. "P-please...don't let him hurt me, i-i just want to go home..."

"shhh....I'm sorry, it really isn't my choice....just start talking, you have to know why they-" a hand falling onto her shoulder cut off her sympathetic whisper, stepoing away from the subject and turning to face Bad, who was offering her a box cutter.

"oh, no, maybe I should just ask the questions an-" Bad waves a hand to dismiss her, jabbing the plastic handle of the box cutter against her ribs, and placing it more forcefully into her hands, before pulling his own out from his pocket.

"pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name..."

He approached the subject, clicking the blade of the box cutter out inch by inch, as he began to run his hands over the exposed areas of the subjects legs.

"...But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game..."

The subject jumped at the touch, begining to babble and blurt out a series of confessions. "I-i-i've been stealing from retirement funds! J-just a little bit, i-i didn't think they'd miss it, i-i can get it back!"

Bad looked over to the intern, taking the tip of the blade and gently tracing out a shape on the subjects skin, outlining the various vital organs and places that are safe to cut. Producing a marker pen, he began to mark the various locations of arteries and tendons.

"I killed the Czar, and his ministers..."

Satisfied with his diagrams, Bad turned to the intern, reaching down and gently taking her wrists, before lifting them up towards the subjects torso, outlining the places on his exposed stomach where he wanted her to cut. She pulled her hands away from him, stepping back and shaking her head.

"no, I don't wanna do this...."

Bad offered her a stern glare, before stepping closer and gripping her wrists more firmly this time, spinning her in his arms until her back was against his chest. She could hear and feel his breath on her neck, shakey and rattling inside his throat. She struggled against him, but it was like being wrapped in concrete.

"whatteryou....! B, this isn't funny...!"

"Anastasia screamed in vain...."

They shuffled closer, Bad puppeting her arms as they went, inching her box cutter closer and closer to the flesh of their subject. She kicked. She struggled. And Bad relished the screams that began to tumble out their subjects mouth as the blade of the box cutter began to cut downwards along the lines drawn his body.

She let out a sudden, shocked yelp, the blood coming from the wounds traveling down her arm, and begining to mix in the gaps between Bads hands and her own. Her eyes were wide open, forced to watch as Bad forced her hand into carving a messy skull into his lower abdomen.

"please to met you....hope you guess my name...."

"please! That's all I've done! Aaagh! I can help you! I-i can get you the codes to the vau-aaaah!"

"aaah what's puzzling you is the nature of my game"

Bad let go of her wrists, leaving her there, with the box cutter in her hand and the blade of it still tucked under the skin of the subject. The blood seeping into the cuff of her hoody, the warmth of it as it coated her fingers. She remained frozen in place until Bad once again gently placed his hands on her shoulders, and guided her back towards the medical trolly.

"I....I....have access to hedge funds....I....I can get you the details...."

Bad rolled his eyes, taking a the nail gun off the table, and slowly and lazily shuffling his way back towards the subject. He glanced up and down, once more considering the form before him. Lifting the nail gun, he swayed it back and fourth across this thighs and pelvis. He weighed his options, before suddenly dropping the gun down into his hip and driving a nail into it. The hiss of the pneumatic nail gun didn't do much to cover up the sudden and loud cry of their subject.

The intern was shaken out of her state of shock by his screams, before her brow curled downwards in a spiteful grimace. She turned on her heel and stormed off towards the door to Bads room, opening it up and slamming it behind her. Bad simply shrugged. She hadn't made the cut it seems.

"...I watched with glee, while your kings and queens, fought for ten decades for the gods they made..."

Bad drove another nail Into the subject opposite hip, once more relishing in the noises he made as he desperately scrambled to find the right words.

"faaa....faaack....The....the bank receives c-cash deliveries....every other Thursday....please, god just stop...."

Outside, the intern was storming across the warehouse, back towards her desk. She didn't even look down at Neutral who looked up, a combination of disappointment and confusion in his eyes. "Woah, hey, where do you think you're go-" His words trailed off when she pulled the bottle of ammonia out of her desk draw, before holding her middle finger up to Neutral, and storming back towards Bads room. "Oh hey, wait a minute..."

"Oh now you give enough of a fuck to be concerned?! Fuck you, N. Just because you have no choice in doing this shit doesn't mean I don't still have a choice about stopping it when it's going too far." She threatened him with the spray bottle, knowing full well it was a defensive measure Neutral himself had given her. She huffed before turning back and continuing back towards Bads room.

Kicking the door open, she comes face to face with Bad, half way through cutting the right nipple off the man suspended above him. There was a screw driver sticking out his left thigh and, judging by the blood coming from the subjects mouth, some of his teeth had been pulled out. Bad works fast when unsupervised.

"pleased to meet you..."

She lifted the spray bottle up, pointing it directly into Bad's face. Something in his eyes changed. They had darkened. And her resolve crumbled slightly.

"...hope you guess my name..."

He approached her, slowly, one step at a time. After his fun with their subject, Bad had become speckled and splattered with blood. His hands were still dripping.

"...ooh yeah...."

He didn't move away. He didn't hesitate. Step by step. Closer and closer. Even when the nozzle of the spray bottle was brushing against his eye lashes. Centimetres from those cold, black eyes.

"...but what's puzzling you, is the nature of my game..."

There was a moment of violent tension between them, enveloped in their mutual silence. Bad's chest swelled, filling up with a substantial breath, before he leaned forward, close enough to fill her vision with his eyes and nothing else.

"Bad intern"

She blinked, stunned and shocked to hear Bad speak. His voice was barely a whisper, and full of gravel. It was like he was choking on the words as they slithered out from behind his mask.

"oooh yeah....Ah get down, baby"

Bads hands moved quickly, sudden and explosive as they gripped her wrists and smashed them together, causing spasms and pain in her tendons and making her drop the Ammonia. She let out a short, sharp cry, before she was yanked aggressively into his chest, holding her back against his form. He took one of his bloodied hands, lifting it to her face and gently gripping her by the cheeks. And turning her face towards their subject.

"oh wait....wait a minute...."

Bad ignored his meal and focused on the intern. Dragging her backwards towards a dirty mattress in the corner of the room, and throwing her down onto it. She moved to stand, but Bad swung a booted foot into her ribs, kicking her back down into the mattress, winded.

"h-hey! S-stop!"

"pleased to meet you...."

Coughing and winded, she lay there helpless, watching as Bad moved back to the medical trolley, and picked the bottle of ammonia up off the floor. He glanced at the subject hanging above him, and then back down at the intern on the mattress. He approached the intern.

"...hope you guess my name....aaah yeah...."

"I said stop! Why are you doing this, she doesn't want to be here! She's just a girl!"

"...But what's confusing you, is just the nature of my game..."

Bad gripped the intern by the hair, lifting her up to her knees, and sprayed a little bit of ammonia onto his finger tips, before flicking the small amount off his fingers and into her eyes, before letting go of her hair and dropping her to the mattress again.

"Mmmyeah...."

The stinging was immediate and intense, her eye lids closing so tight it felt like her eye lids were going to cut her eyeballs in half. The smell of ammonia filled her senses and the vision behind her eyelids became flooded with spots and floaters, as the cells on the surface of her eyes began to die. If just a few drops can cause this much discomfort, a full spray to the face would be hellish. No wonder Neutral armed her with it. She didn't have time to think of her gratitudes before she felt a hand on the back of her head, gripping her hair and yanking her head backwards.

A punch.

"HEY! FUCKING STOP IT!"

"just as every cop, is a criminal..."

Another punch.

"Hey! Help! Your maniac is hurting her! I know you can hear me, we need help!"

"and all the sinners saints..."

He kept beating her.

"As heads is tails, just call me Lucifer"

"HELP!"

"Cause I'm in need of some restraint"

"you fucking evil bastard, you fucking awful man, you twisted, bad little..."

The beating stopped.

Bad turned to face the subject. Cocking his head to one side, as if listening carefully.

"uhh...I'm sorry....I didn't...."

Bad held up a hand, before waving it in a rolling motion. He wanted him to repeat himself.

"oh uh.... you're a...Bad, Evil man...."

Bad closed the distance, placing his hands on the man's hips, looking up into his eyes. Producing a knife from his pocket, he repeated the rolling motion of his hand, as he lowerd the blade back towards the man's torso.

"You're....Bad...."

Bad nodded, lifting his free hand up to his nose, and placing a finger on it, confirming his answer.

"so if you meet me, have some courtesy...."

Bad began making the cuts.

"...have some sympathy...."

The intern wiped the blood from her eyes, turning her back on Bad and the subject to lift her mask, spitting blood onto the mattress. Bad hadn't even been hitting her that hard but he'd made it look good.

"...and some taste..."

Bad finished cutting his name into the man's chest, before letting out a content sigh. He even began nodding along to the music in the background as he began to clean up and collect his tools.

"...use all your well learned politesse, or I'll lay your soul to waste..."

Bad gave the subject some slack, loosening the rope that he was hanging from and letting him get some more steady footing, before approaching the intern and scooping her up Into his arms. She wasn't unconscious or weak, but he felt he had put her through enough. She had done a good job as his secondary.

"pleased to meet you....hope you guess my name."

[28turnips-in-a-trenchcoat]

In honor of it being the month of love here are my dumb little TBOSBAS shipping ideas:

Couples-

Coriolanus x Lucy Gray: A classic, really just a teenage romance between a weird dude and a musical girl, we know it, we may love it. I use it sometimes in fix-it’s when I put Sejanus with someone else (I just write about Sejanus, like almost exclusively)

Sejanus x Coriolanus: The joys of Snowjanus. Two guys in love, kind of toxic love but love. Sometimes I write them precannon, sometimes fix-it’s, sometimes in the past after the betrayal. Love them, they are so silly goofy I just get bored or angry at Coriolanus sometimes.

Sejanus x Felix: I’ve seen this briefly in Snowjanus fics to make Coryo jealous but I think it could work. I like to use it in a specific fix-it where Felix comes to Sejanus for help after getting emotionally attached to Dill and wants to end the games. I also sometimes do them pre cannon, usually as a “practice relationship” for Felix.

Sejanus x Marcus: Gotta love the friends to one sided enemies to lovers. They make me happy because I refuse to let Marcus die(can you tell I like fix-it’s) they are so fun even just as friends I love them. My angsty little guys.

Sejanus x Reaper: okay so I haven’t seen anyone else do it but it makes perfect sense to me. Two rebels who piss off the capital by honoring the dead. I love them, probably my favorite one. They make me happy because I think them together could be really cute but also a rebel power couple. Someone please say they see my vision.

Reaper x Coriolanus: Based solely on the pretty boy comment. Read a fic once it was nice I think under a very specific set of circumstances it could work well. I rarely do them solo.

Lucy Gray x Sejanus: The Coryo hate squad. Them after the betrayals just trash talking him. I like to keep them both alive but seriously traumatized. Two bright lights in a shit world. I like to think Sejanus used to play music back in 2 so they could do little duets.

Lucy Gray x Coral: women, that’s about it. But seriously they could be suck a powerful duo if they got out(again with the fix-it’s) I love them, I don’t use them much but I love them.

Coral x Sol: Don’t ask what I was doing. Secondary source except I didn’t fully read the secondary source. It was a strange move but it still makes me happy.

Sejanus x Festus: Festus being one of the nicer people to Sejanus got me thinking so this happened. I love it but also kind of hate it. Look they could be friends, maybe even better friends than Sejanus and Coryo in cannon.

Triads-

Reaper x Coriolanus x Sejanus: Basically just a combination of the two duo ships. I think they just hang out, Coryo tries really hard to fit in with them but he’s not good at it. They just hang out, be cool, be traumatized, gotta love them.

Sejanus x Coriolanus x Felix: basically the same as Sejanus and Felix but Sejanus ropes Coryo into the scheming. They cuddle a lot. Silly guys. They could also work pre cannon at the academy, give Coryo two rich boyfriends to manipulate.

Sejanus x Coriolanus x Lucy Gray: Coryo gets bitches, that’s it that’s all I got.

Sejanus x Felix x Reaper: Sejanus bonds with the other two the same as in duos then Reaper and Felix bond over Dill. They are a group of rebellious teenage dumbasses.

Quartets-

Lucy Gray x Sejanus x Coriolanus x Marcus: The Snowbairdjanus trio run away then Sejanus gets word that Marcus is alive and either buys him as an avox or breaks him out. They then do love and bonding and cuddles.

If anyone wants fics I might write some stuff to post here

[rose-void-789]

Man Soriel is so queer. Fandom wise what queer relationship isn't like weirdly hated when anyone does any little analysis on them being potentially cannon. Get it's a really popular ship that people got tired of but man it's the funniest shit so many loved this ship so then people came up with an essay on why they could and would never be a thing and in fact was unhealthy and weird. It's so much funnier to with a good canonical friendship. Like I'm in the mha bakudeku space, it's crazy going from that where stuff is a lot more nuance but still see less people being upset with it then Soriel it's insane. I feel like I'm a time traveler in the trenches day after the war.

People insisting they are just friends and that a relationship will ruin them as if relationships can't just be very good friends who happen to sometimes go on dates sometimes is such a queer ship argument to have. Toby apparently confirmed Sans as AroAce even apparently Toby then said to not use his tweets for this but hey if true this is an actual queer relationship. And honestly, I'm sure after everything with Asgore Toriel is also not that keen on all that.

But can we talk about that because man I stumbled across a post that made me realize these bitches are so queerplatonic. They remind me so much of one of my friend's relationships. They just talking for ages doing flirting through puns to pull each other up. Like yes this is cannon Soriel. The first time they talked though that door they would have been there till the next day if Paps didn't need a night story. On the surface if the post pacifist interactions are anything to go by I'm sure they nabed a house together. Maybe everyone living together but in every ending where Toriel is alive, he always seems to live with her. There such good friends in the surface these two would totally be joking flrting that might turn to actual flirting but no one not even they know yet I don't think they'll go for anyone else. Toriel certainly isn't going after Asgore any time soon and Sans isn't going to go find someone when he's content. They'll be content on the couch watching some shitty comedy joking around cuddling even. They'll go to Grilbys or some random place once a week for some reason and people will just assume that date night for them. They'll see something in the store and buy it for a prank and cause it reminds it of them. They'll get married as a bit or only because of the tax benefit. If Frisk stays with her you know he's secondary guardian on school stuff. These two are just pure fluff with angsty talks they can only understand sprinkled in. Yeah maybe they won't be an a traditional relationship but honestly these two will definitely be in some weird romantic platonic limbo.

[sharonisthebettercarter]

contemplated at shooting annie (which he unnecessarily did)

punched Hughie for stopping him from killing Kimiko’s brother, Kenji, right in front of her. Then said if he got in the way of him reuniting with Becca, he’d kill Hughie too.

Used an infant as a weapon and threatened to kill them

Is a hypocrite himself (obviously)

Killed a whale

Drugged Marvin

He was willing to sell Ryan to Vought knowing that it would likely mean another Homelander. He didn't care, because it meant he would have Becca.

Insulted Ryan, TO BECCA'S FACE (honestly, Becca should've never tried to make Billy like, let alone tolerate Ryan if she knew that Billy has a weak connection with children and is distrustworthy around them. Like she should've just told him to kick rocks and make sure he won't have a hand in raising Ryan either)

He said that Becca could just "have another kid", not understanding that kids aren't replaceable, like objects (jewelry, cars, houses, etc.) That attitude is fucking horrifying if you're a parent, and I'd worry that he would have that attitude towards any kids (whether mere mortal or supe)

He betrayed his team multiple times

Threatened to kill hughie multiple times

doesn’t care who he hurts in the process

Gaslighted ryan

Let's also add the fact that he CHEATED ON BECCA WHEN THEY WERE TOGETHER

Attempts to kidnap Zoe (based on what the trailers implying)

UNALIVES 2 CHARACTERS AT LEAST (ONE MAIN CHARACTER) wouldn't surprise me if it turns out to be Hughie, considering he threated to unalive Hughie numerous of times.

In all honesty, I hope he hallucinates an angry Becca and Becca's ghost haunts him in the next seasons, like Rhonda's ghost haunted Anika in "Empire".

don't forget unnecessarily attempted to blow up teddy stillwell~!

this shit would be why i roll my eyes anytime someone calls billy an 'aNtI-hErO' or 'gOoD', leik Y'ALL--

lol oh no dear gawd you poor bitch, my dear sweet beautiful angel baby child~<3

just wait until we get to the end of the story or even just a *little* bit further along... this ain't even the half of it...

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the ever expanding shit list on butcher can make homie look tame at times, but yeah no~. def not a good guy, def not right in anyway, one of the big main points of the story is proving butcher wrong and showing just how far his own head was up his own ass.

he's a secondary villain to the series, primary being h--VOUGHT (but also since people forget our *actual* hero is HUGHIE, and that the supes themselves are a SYMPTOM not the actual source of the problems *cough*cough*HEY REMEMBER STARLIGHT WHO EXISTS??* OR THIS WHOLE ASS ABUSIVE FUCKIN' COMPANY THAT EXPLOITS CHILDREN AND EXPERIMENTS ON BABIES LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS??????) and leik. he is *made* specifically to disappoint and prove the reader/viewer *wrong* about him (apart from prove himself wrong) by being his absolute worst with zero excuses for it at legit every chance he gets. mainly by being a serial killer butt~

he's *designed* to toy with our emotions and the hope that we see some *good* in him or give him the benefit of the doubt, because we are seeing the story mostly from *hughie's* perspective, and that is specifically how *HUGHIE* feels about him. and some are def blind to it (like hughie lmao) but some can see through butcher's bullshit (like *annie*)

like his whole damn niche is *dragging* homelander down to his level and causing chaos beyond his own wildest wet dreams at the *expense* of everyone else, and homie clocked that motherfucker before giving him the promise of that ticking time bomb explosion because butcher ain't the only one pushing him too far--but he is certainly the most devoted.

his *obsession* with homie completely consumes his life and everything he does. homelander *hardly* cares about billy beyond his being a persistent thorn in his side that *occasionally* provides *some* level of interest.

i think an easy gauge at what's really going on is to look no further than annie's perspective. many people are more than willing to overlook butcher's bullshit, but annie describes what's going on probably better than anyone i've seen.

for homie? she specifically says. "there's something *wrong* with homelander", but with butcher she just gets fuckin' mad MAD because HE. KNOWS. BETTER. and does worse.

the framing there isn't a mistake. leik at all.

post gen v, i saw a bunch of people calling for the gen v kids to join the boys or for butcher to 'adopt' them and the only thing i could think was 'dear fuckin' satan, for the love of GAWD, PLEASE NO' because the only thing butcher does and *would* do is~

ABUSE.

USE.

MURDER WHEN THEY ARE NO LONGER OF USE.

LATHER, RINSE, REPEAT.

it is LITERALLY all he does the WHOLE fuckin' time, and it's comin' to a head cause there is only so much bullshit his team will tolerate, and i--.

MM IS BETTER ANYWAY AND IF ANYONE SHOULD BE DOING ANY ADOPTING--

i need butcher... to stay THE FUCK *away* from the gen v kids because *when* he hurts them i will lose my shit--

i don't think hughie will die. given the comic, he's actually one of the few people i would say is actually guaranteed to survive (again, goes back to people forgetting *hughie* is our protagonist, NOT butcher), but he may be the one who ends up killing butcher, def not before billy does a ton of damage to showcase what an irredeemable scumbag he really is (i love him, i really do BUTT JESUS fuckin' CHRIST MAN--)

when it comes to ryan, that's a whole 'nother can o worms, but there's a part of me that honestly feels billy only protected him--not because he actually gives a shit about ryan specifically (let's not forget that moment he was about to beat ryan to death when becca died), but because he actually does care specifically about *keeping his promise to becca* and the leverage that ryan *is* over homelander.

and while i do think it's possible that through that and in his own twisted round about way, he *cares* for ryan in a similar way he cares for hughie (mostly just the connection to becca tho), i also think it's pretty likely there is a part of him that deeply resents ryan *specifically*, i think its SUPER duper fuckin' likely that as soon as billy gets the idea in his head that:

'ryan is a lost cause and can't be saved'?

*and* he's no longer of use to billy?

that poor kid's gonna fall to the 'just another supe freak/only worth somethin' dead' list for billy. :/

and i get it, it is fuckin' infuriating but he is supposed to be infuriating because we're supposed to realize just how full of shit and actually evil he really is under the bravado. he's just another extremist opposite of homelander to the point where even their desires and presentation, inner and outer, ring opposite.

boi is a wannabe frank castle with ZERO fuckin' principles.

but yeah, once you get to the point of trying to BLOW UP A FUCKIN' BABY, i--