#hence why he's in this drawing HAH

[thefunniestguy]

“You've been hoping to get something dramatic out of this storyline.”

DRAMATURGY FITS PANDORA HEARTS REALLY WELL IMO ??? sooo much about it ,,

[allfearstofallto]

Reposting in a way that's easier for everyone to see

Sub! Yandere! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

TW: Yandere themes, Mommy kink, Breast sucking, cum eating

It's your breasts that draw him in first. His eyes can't seem to stay away from your cleavage, hence why he makes you wear everything low cut. He knows you don't produce milk, it's preposterous to even think so, seeing as you've never been with child. Yet he constantly feels the urge to squeeze them, to suck them between his lips and lay there with that soft bud in his mouth, falling asleep on your chest.

It takes a while and a little bribing before you agree to let him do so without fighting. He'll allow you to take a trip to Mondstadt for the windbloom festival, with only two guards and without him. You don't even ponder the trade for a moment before you're untying the obi to your kimono and spreading the fabric apart. It's barely a freedom, but it's better than being with him.

Scaramouche pants at the sight of your chest, your nipples pebbling from the air hitting them. It takes less than a second before he's sitting in your lap, face nestled into the warmth of your tits, suckling at your nipple. He hums. You didn't expect him to hum while doing this, but he does. Little noises of pleasure and content falling from his lips as his drool slides down the curve of your breast.

He pulls away from the bud with a pop, eyes half lidded and heavy. His cheeks are flushed, mouth agape, lips plump and moist. He opens it to say something, but catches your nipple in his lips again, starting his rhythmic sucking once once.

It's a thought that you'd never imagined would occur to you, but in this moment Scaramouche, the Fatui harbinger and man who kidnapped you from your home, was actually cute. He'd long since wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you to keep you from moving as he began to rut his hips messily against you. Still on his hakama shorts, his hard cock found purchase on your stomach as he fell into a tempo.

Those lazy eyes would look up at you and you'd feel your heart actually skip a beat. It was a notion that made you sick to your stomach to think about. But that didn't stop you from reaching a hand up to pet his head, your fingers tangling in those indigo locks. He flinched, then sank into this touch, practically nuzzling his head against your hand at the same time.

“Thank you…mommy,” he'll mumble with that nipple still in his saliva filled mouth, his tongue lapping at it.

You tense. Then you think. Then you don't care. It's what he wants and you do have to uphold your end of the deal. So you keep petting him, even sliding your other hand down to grip his still clothed cock. His hips move from that slow sensual pace into a quicker thrusts, panting and whining against your tits.

“Mommy!” He whimpered, “feels so good! Thank you…ah! Hah~...hnng.”

In the year you'd been Scaramouche's victim, you'd never heard him moan like this. Never seen his eyes so big and glossy. You'd never felt his need to cum so desperately before. Nimble fingers would squeeze your waist, lips still latched on to your bud for dear life.

His hips would falter for a second, a moan muffled by the flesh of your chest. His eyes rolled back into his skull as he shook through the orgasm. You could feel his cock twitching in your hand, sputtering so much cum that it'd begun to dribble through the fabric and into your palm.

As a test of how far you could truly go, you brought that palm up to his lips. He eyed it for just a moment, then licked it clean, “Did…did I do good, mommy?” He'd stutter in a voice so sweet that you didn't believe it to be his.

“You did perfect, baby,” you found yourself answering, guiding his lips back to your breast where he latched back onto your drool covered bud. You saw his eyelids grow heavier, his blinks getting slower, until those lashes shut for good and he fell asleep on your chest, mouth still suckling at your breast even as he dreamt.

[distort-opia]

What is your ideal ghostbat dynamic?

Oh it's definitely the thrice-divorced snarky middle-aged men performing intricate rituals thing they currently got going on.

Batman 2022 Annual

Bruce Wayne, being a character with almost a century of history, has beein paired with so many individuals. There's a lot of relationships he's formed over time, but a particularly interesting type is the people-who-knew-him-before-Batman category. Harvey Dent, Thomas Eliot, Zatanna Zatara, Talia al Ghul... and now Minhkhoa Khan. Obviously, quite a lot of these characters ended up as unequivocal villains Batman has had to fight (Two-Face, Hush) while Zatanna remained a childhood-friend-and-almost-lover. Talia and Khoa are more complicated; they're definitely not heroes, not exactly on the same side as Bruce. But they aren't downright villains either. The waters are more muddled. In Talia's case there's the conflict between her loyalty and love for her father, duty and legacy; this opposition to Bruce's own goals was there from the start. But (to finally get to my point with this tangent) there was no such thing with Khoa, and that's basically my main draw to the ship. Bruce has other people that know him as just Bruce and not Batman, or as the in-between (all unique and complex relationships in their own right), but I can only think of Khoa as someone who was present for Batman being forged. While Talia was there when Bruce was training, she didn't share the same goal of combating crime, but Khoa did. For someone so desperately lonely as Bruce is, having someone to share that road with meant so much. Not only that, Khoa contributed to the formation of Batman by engaging him in the wild competitive streak they share, by pushing Bruce to rise to his level.

Hence... the unique kind of familiarity they have even decades later, despite the numerous betrayals along the way. That's an ideal component to me-- Bruce feeling like he can easily be himself. It's a rarity to him, since he plays so many different roles to many different people. And after Alfred's death, someone so important who knew him utterly and supported him from the start, he clearly missed it. It didn't really matter that Khoa killed dozens of people when he showed up in Gotham and literally declared he'll traumatize Bruce by killing a kid in front of him (which he probably would have done, if Harley hadn't managed to be as persuasive as she was). After Selina leaving him, Dick getting shot, his own father and Bane taking his city away, Alfred dying, losing his fortune and Joker War happening... myeah, I really feel like Khoa showed up at the perfect moment.

Which leads me to another component of their dynamic that I favor, and that's both of them being manipulative assholes and equals capable of kicking each other's asses. Why did Khoa show up with all of his resources after Joker War specifically? Why did Bruce ask him to stay so readily, forgoing the things Khoa had done? Hah. Khoa's undoubtedly been obsessed with Bruce, if keeping tabs on him and seeking out Jonathan Crane to learn fear and hell, even getting a sidekick to mirror Batman having a Robin is any indication. He gets to be close to Bruce and potentially ingratiate himself to him while fully knowing Bruce is using him, and Bruce knows it too-- but he's still allowing himself to depend on Khoa's resources and on him becoming part of Batman Incorporated and the more extended Bat-team. Khoa's always been manipulative; wonder if Bruce ever found out that in The Knight #4, Khoa was the one to tell those assassins Bruce's location, thus orchestrating a situation in which Bruce would finally accept to take him with him. But then, while they were training with Avery, Bruce was manipulative back, and you can literally see Khoa falling in love over it in The Knight #5, after Bruce distracts him with flirting and then steals the book.

At the end of the day, Khoa is a psychopath; perhaps not the sadistic kind, but he still operates as one, and Bruce can not only handle it, but he can handle it well. He's proven himself to be an equal, someone who challenges Khoa to improve and become better. Thing is, psychopaths overlap with narcissists a lot due to a basic reason. For neurotypical individuals, empathy acts as a way to see conspecifics as others, but like-minded others. You see other people think and emote like you, and you register them as human beings just like you. 'I feel what you feel, therefore we are the same.' But psychopaths work differently, in the sense that they often have excellent cognitive empathy, but a dulled affective one. They can tell how people think, but emotionally these things don't resonate with them-- the consequence being that they don't easily register others as equals, like-minded others. It's easy to then see yourself as the most valuable individual ever, as the center of the world, because you haven't truly ever shared that world. Which is why, when a psychopath meets someone they can relate to... they don't just relate, they become obsessed. Much like Khoa has. If all your life you felt you're separate from everyone else, having this kind of connection is life-changing, and you'll do whatever you need to preserve it. Including manipulative and murderous acts. But that's fine, because Bruce is attracted to this kind of thing. He himself has thought at some point about a woman (Jezebel Jet) that he should've known she was villainous and would betray him, because he had been attracted to her. I could get into Bruce's dating history and what it says about his preferences, but 'nuff said.

...Anyway, this got away from me, Anon :)) You probably didn't expect a whole-ass essay, but I hope you enjoyed reading through my personal take on them. I really like Khoa's character, since it's not often you get a morally-grey and complex psychopath like him, in comics. But to summarize my answer, my ideal Ghostbat dynamic is definitely one based on them being equals who know each other on a fundamental level, capable of handling both the good parts and the bad parts of the other; the one that solidified after decades of a push-and-pull between their core principles and ideals.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Shin Maniac [06]

Monologue

ーー They want me to help the Founders flourish by giving birth to a child.

That is their goal.

So the reason why they suck my blood,

is to cleanse my tainted blood before I have to carry said child. 

And on that exact day,

Shin-kun told me I would bear his child. 

I do not want to do that. 

Hence, I have to run. 

Yet, I... 

Have still been unable to escape to this day. 

ー The scene starts on the rooftop at school

Yui: ( ...I came to school but I guess there really is nobody here... )

( I have to run. The sooner, the better, yet... )

( Where do I even go from there? Where would I be safe? )

( Such a place...does not exist for me. )

( ...It hurts... )

( ...I might as well... )

( Would I feel better if I simply let them do with me as they please? ーー No, that is out of the question! )

( I know that. Still...I don’t know what to do. )

( Aah, I...Once my blood has been purified, will Shin-kun...? )

...

*Thud*

Yui: ...!

ー Carla shows up

Yui: Ah...C-Carla-san...

Carla: ...

Yui: ( I’m...scared of this man...He’s a different kind of scary compared to Shin-kun. )

( He has something about him, which makes me feel overwhelmed just from standing face-to-face like this... )

...I-I’ll...head back to my classroom, okay?

ー He steps closer

Carla: ーー Halt.

Yui: ...Ugh.

Carla: Vessel, give me your blood. Nn...

ー Carla bites her

Yui: Ah...!?

( W-Without a single warning! )

Carla: Nn...Haah...

...Nnh...Hah...

Yui: S...Stop...!

Carla: ...It appears that your cleansing is going well. 

Soon it shall be time for you to fulfill your duty. 

Yui: ( I-In other words... )

I...I don’t want to...I can’t do such a thing...

Carla: ーー Silence. Who said you had the right to refuse? 

Yui: No means no!

( Somebody please, save me! )

???: ーー Nii-san!

ー Shin runs up to them

Yui: ( ...Shin-kun... )

Shin: ...It isn’t like you to suck blood out in the open like this.

Carla: This woman belongs to me...Therefore, I am free to decide when or where I decide to indulge in her.

Shin: ...Ugh. 

Carla: Shin. Bring her to my room after we’ve returned to the manor tonight. 

Shin: ...Tonight...

Carla: Understood? 

Yui: ( O-Oh no...I... )

Shin: ...

Carla: Do you have an issue with it?

Shin: An issue? Not at all!

...However...

ーー I’m just surprised to see someone as deliberate as yourself make such a rash decision. 

Carla: ...

Shin: Hey, this chick...

Right...Her blood is still a little tainted. I have to cleanse her a bit more before handing her over to you. 

Her blood is not yet suitable for you...For a Founder. 

Carla: ...

...Do as you please. 

However, the deadline is tomorrow. Okay?

ー Carla walks away

Yui: ( He left...But, tomorrow I will... )

Shin: I didn’t expect for him to make his move so quickly...He caught me off guard.

Selection

→ W-What will happen? (♡)

Yui: ( W-What will happen to me...? )

Shin: ...Haah, what a mess. 

→ I want to run away... 

Yui: ( I want to run... )

Shin: ...Hmph. You look as if you’d love to make a run for it. However, I won’t let you. 

Shin: ...Che...

Yui: ( At this rate...I’ll... )

Monologue

When morning dawns, will I be brought to Carla-san...? 

When I think about that, I grow incredibly terrified,

as my body (体) continues to shake uncontrollably. 

Even so...Time ticks on. 

Second by second,

the moment of truth (約束の時) (1) draws closer.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally she says ‘the promised time’, referring to the promise made between Carla and Shin to bring Yui to the former by the next day. However, I thought ‘the moment of truth’ sounded better here in context, adding some suspense. 

[davidthephoneguy]

I am a big fan of your work I’ve been watching you on YouTube but I didn’t know you were one tumblr! I got a few questions actually.

-Whats your favorite piece of art you’ve done so far

-How did you find DSaF and Dialtown?

-are you happy with your life?

-are you open to fanart?

Bye! (Sorry it’s it’s a bit much)

-blushes- I'm glad you like me stuff ^^

I found DSaF through a playthrough back when DSaF 1 came out

I guess I'm sorta happy with my life, the stuff I make for you guys definitely at least ^^

I am 100% open to fanart, I love seein how y'all draw my characters better than I can hah /pos

-Stevm

(dw its not a bit much at all) ((Also Stevm is pretty much just me hence why he's answering))

(This is probably my favourite artwork, its somethin I drew as my discord profile picture to match with my partner. I love how cute it looks heh ^^)

(sorry that i took so long cause I school)

[txnichtgutx-a]

@xuntamed​ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ unprompted | always welcome

╰┈➤ ❝ [ The longer Shaw stayed in this classroom, the more he felt his common sense slowly leave him. He couldn't remember the last time he's had his heat, and it's hit him a lot stronger than he could of ever anticipated. Why did he have to leave his pills at home today? Why couldn't he have thrown them absentmindedly in his bag like he usually did...? 

Everything was hot; sweat beading on his brow as his body seemed to throb in time with his heartbeat. He couldn't leave --- He could barely even walk. It was pure luck that he managed to leave his team's locker room before his scent could have caught up to them all. 

And yet, he found himself in the same room as Victor, of all people. 

His smell was distracting --- Shaw's never noticed it before now, but it's all he can think about now. How good the alpha smelled... how badly his instincts wanted to sink himself on him and smother himself in it, to let himself be mounted and claimed and--- 

The omega bite down on his bottom lip harshly, trying to come down to his senses. No -- No. He wasn't some helpless omega who couldn't keep his wits about him --- he was a beta. A beta wouldn't behave like this... Wouldn't have such thoughts. He was a beta, he had to act like one... 

By the time he focuses back to his senses he's in front of the alpha, reaching out to grab onto the jacket of his uniform. Breathing heavily with face flushed, he looked up to his purple eyes trying to regain control, but finding it impossible with how strong he smelled so close to him.

 "I... I-I--- please. Please... help me." A hand slid down his chest, arousal coursing through him. "You smell--- so good. Need you... Please alpha--- take me." ]  ❞

victor was still busy after class, trying to already finish his homework. at home he’d just study up on economy again with his father. mixing both things didn’t seem very productive to him, so victor usually stayed behind to finish homework or the preparation for the next classes on the next day. it helped him unwind as well and often he’d even repeat a few things he learned the day, but all of this never consumed more than 90-120 minutes. his parents would start to worry otherwise although he always let them know beforehand. victor was also rather tall and a very sturdy alpha, he doubted something would happen to him. he had even taken self-defense lessons and still actively participated in the karate club his dad was a sensei in. not as often though with school and after school studies taking up most of his time.

he was absolutely horrified when someone suddenly opened the door. first it was a shock, the thought people would make fun of him being a nerd but no; it was shaw, certainly in a hurry and oh. this smell was definitely distracting at best. the student remained seated, looking to the door, that was closed again before wondering what the omega was doing here. didn’t he have practice? with the betas and alphas? not that he could in this state, victor mused.

shaw didn’t seem to notice him right away, but when he did he sure as hell wasn’t being subtle. shaw would never want this, if he was clear headed, which he wasn’t. victor couldn’t carry him away either, that would draw way too much attention and neither could he spend his entire heat with him just trying to cuddle. no, not with that hand running down his chest. a part of him wanted to leave, thinking shaw would hate him even more after this, but he couldn’t possibly leave an omega alone with his heat, especially not shaw. the boy had probably experienced very few heats with his pills. no, victor would feel guilty and his consciousness would always get back at him.

and that smell. hah.

victor looked around a few times, then back at shaw. “you’ll hate me after this... i mean, you already hate me.”. hence... “it can’t get worse, right?” who was he even asking? shaw was begging victor to fuck him, he was probably not here to have a healthy discussion, so they could maybe become friends? victor cried on the inside, fuck fuck fuck.

lifting shaw up, he placed the boy on the teacher’s desk, crushing his lips against the other’s. no, he could not withstand the temptation any longer. he made quick work of the omega’s clothes, eyes raking over every delicious inch of naked skin, hands running all over shaw’s body. this may be his only choice to appreciate the omega... yeah, he might just tell himself that but there was no much worshipping with how needy the omega mewled into his ear, to fuck him, to take him, to claim him, to just be dicked right here.

victor hence wasted no time getting rid of his own clothes, hand absent-mindedly tugging on shaw’s leaking dick. in between clothes falling to the ground, victor kissed shaw all over, jawline, neck, shoulders, chest, tongue teasing his nipples before he hurriedly positioned himself, letting shaw wrap his legs around his naked hips.

the thought of a condom crossed his mind briefly, but honestly? he desired shaw, for months now. he wanted to fill him up. right now that seemed only fair. it was not, but rational thinking had been discarded when shaw begged him to fuck him.

“quiet, okay?” he asked shaw, hoping the male was listening. he cast an eye to the closed door before slowly pushing himself inside. the omega was so thoroughly wet, that victor only prepared him very sloppily, hoping he’d fit anyhow. the male stopped after the head to let shaw adjust but... shaw more than eagerly pulled victor closer with his legs and the alpha was buried inside of the omega completely within only a few seconds.

“greedy little shit,” victor murmured.

what the hell was he even doing?

[homeofjonicles]

The Jonicles - Entry 13

Note: This is the thirteenth entry of The Jonicles, hence why the date does not match when this is being posted. This was written back in June of this year before I started this blog, and there will be errors or developments in how this series was being written. Please enjoy (or don't enjoy) the thirteenth entry of The Jonicles!

It is currently the 17th of June, 2022 at 8:20 pm on a Friday. It's almost Garfield's birthday as well, and I personally can't wait! Well, maybe I could, seeing as how it's the weekend, hah... But regardless! Today is a special day, as today is day #30 of my Jon Arbuckle hyperfixation!

Wow, it's already been 30 days... That's a whole month's worth of Jon Arbuckle simpery for one man to take. I have been fixated on this silly man from a silly comic about a silly cartoon cat in silly shenanigans for a whole month. It's not an insane number, but it's strange because it doesn't feel like it's been that long at all... It still feels like it's day #20, and maybe that's my fucked sense of time speaking, but damn...

Jon Arbuckle must be pretty special to me to have fixated on him for a whole month, eh? That's frightening, but also really speaks about how much Jon really means to me. It's only been 30 days and I've learned and seen so much. Let's think back for a moment, back to when my Jon fixation was fresh and new, and back when there were only a few entries, for old time's sake.

It was day #8 of my Jon fixation, the day Entry 3 had been written. In that entry, I went on about how much Jon means to me as a character, how I deeply resonate with him, relate to him, and cherish him. Gosh, so early into the fixation and I'm already up at the asscrack of the morning going on about how I have such a deep and complex connection to a cartoon character (that's a lotta c's). I even got a little personal at the end... Oh, how it has evolved since then... Me fresh on day #1 would have never known, or maybe he would've, who knows...

Now... I don't know how much my sanity has depleted since day #1 of this strange infatuation with Jon, nor do I have a clear grasp on whether I really care or not. However, there is one thing I do know, and that is that my emotional bond and connection with Jonathan Q. Arbuckle has expanded, enlarged, deepened, complex-ified-ered and any other adjective you could use to describe it. And it's not only about relatability anymore. It's more than that.

I'm just going to be blunt; in many ways and aspects, I am Jon Arbuckle. I said this in Entry 3, but since then, the literal meaning of that statement has certainly become clearer as time has gone on. I may sound insane, I may sound mad, but I swear, when I look in the mirror in the morning, when I glance at my hair, my eyes, reflect on my own personality and experiences, I not only see myself - I see Jon. I literally think of Jon in my place. I remind myself of him, and maybe that's because I am him, in a way. I'm not literally Jon, but when I look at my hair, and when I weigh my own traits with his, most of them stick and emulate one another, like they feed off of each other. I act like him, I share many general traits with him like owning an orange cat, drawings cartoons, being a goofball... We are similar, we are almost the same. Heck, we sometimes may even speak similarly to each other, saying stuff like "Zango!" and complaining and tangenting every so often. We are different, but the same, y'know? Maybe I lost you on that one, but hopefully the rest of it makes at least some sense...

I relate so much to Jon. Every little detail, every little struggle (except for the ones regarding dating...), every little quirk of his, that's me, bro. I feel like if I were transported to the world of comics and cartoons, I'd just be Jon. That's who I'd be! He's so easy to just channel my emotions through because we're pretty darn similar, even if I also share a lot of traits with Garfield too. I can rationalise a lot of his descisions because they are ones I'd probably make if I had his confidence. He's just... He's me. He's me fr.

Jon is so god damn special to me, man. Maybe, if this fixation eventually ends, I'll get over all this, but I probably wont, because through all the struggles that come with life, and through all the struggles I deal with mentally, Jon will be there. He'll be there on the ride with me, in my head, in my heart and sketched on my papers. He's such a mundane character to many, but to me, he's like a best friend. He's someone I can talk to when I'm feeling like shit and he just gets it. He's someone I can not only laugh at, but laugh with as well. He's someone I can heavily relate to when we look in the mirror and we just can't stand to be around ourselves. Jon's existensial struggles are my existensial struggles. Jon's thoughts of loneliness are my thoughts of loneliness. Jon's worries, his shower-thought like thoughts, his inner reclusiveness, his moments of panic, depression, happiness, nothingness, awkwardness, I have all those too. And it's so special to me because never in my life have I met someone, even someone fictional, that I can so heavily relate to and resonate with and just see so much of myself in. And maybe that's just the way Jon is written to be. He's relatable in one way or another to everyone. But to me, it's more than that because we're so equal to each other in many ways. We are not one, but it really feels like that sometimes, and this hyperfixation has just lead to me learning that knowledge.

Jon, it goes without saying that, despite how many people may think you're mundane and even boring, you are one of the most interesting, relatable, loveable and fun characters I have ever met in fiction, and that's impressive for a little guy living in a little three panel comic. You're a complex, deep and interesting person, and I connect with you on such a deep level, it's almost crazy, really. And this was all in the timeframe of 30 days... I'm getting ahead of myself, the point is, you are special. You are meaningful to me. And when one day, when the papers stop printing, when the humour dries out and when the panels start to close in and it feels like all hope is lost, you'll still have me metaphorically by your side. And even if I'm not there, even if one day I'm gone, your legacy will be passed down for so many generations and I swear, it will not be for naught. It will not be in vain. You, Jon, are a truly special somebody that not even the most rich of words could describe all of my feelings for you. You are important to me, maybe even just as important as my own loved ones and friends are to me in real life. And since I'm beginning to run out of words, with that said, I once again welcome you with open arms into my heart and my chaotic brain, and also into my lifestyle. Please, Jon, enjoy your stay. I hope that while we're all still here and kicking, you have the best damn stay anyone could ever ask for, and that the other characters and skrunkies running around in my brain make your stay a welcome one. Have a good one, Jon. Happy day #30.

Last edited at 9:52 pm. Man I love Jon...

If my previous entries haven't said it enough somehow, I genuinely adore this silly fictional man. He's special to me, and he means a lot. It means a lot that I'm able to relate to a character so strongly as Jon Arbuckle. This entry is quite personal, but I feel that it isn't too personal that I'm not able to post it just yet. And plus, it's a special milestone in my Jon simpery, as it was the day I had been hyperfixated on him for a whole month (well, technically that would be 31 days, but generally, 30 days is a month). And just for some perspective, at the time of writing this author's note, it's day #65, so it's been a while.

Also, the reason there's so many little "messages" to Jon at the end of these entries is because he really does feel like a real person to me, so it feels a little more personal when writing them, and Jon is such a rounded character that I feel like I'm "talking to him" (not literally, mind you, but enough to make the endings more heartfelt. i don't actually believe jon is a real person but it'd be cool if he was).

Cheers,

Your Local Jonnoissuer

Posted on the 22nd of July, 2022 at 8:30 pm.

[salemwritesxx]

our days together

↳ paraplegic Bakugou x hero Reader

summary: Snippets of Bakugou’s and Y/n’s lives, including a proposal.

w.count: 2.5k

content warning: fluff, baku in a wheelchair

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 “Oi!”, you called out and laughed, “You cheater!”

“Phh, yeah right, not my fault you’re so slow.”, Katsuki also laughed as he rolled across the field and threw the basketball – getting it in effortlessly and with that, winning the little game.

Turning around with his wheelchair, a big smirk on his lips, he approached you, who was sitting on the ground and panted, and then stopped in front of you.

“You know, I know I’m like… really fucking hot, but like, you cannot always collapse whenever you see me.”, he teased you with this shit-eating grin on his lips that made you snort and roll your eyes in a playful way.

“Okay, how about this? One more? And the loser has to cook dinner?”, you asked and stood up, immediately meeting Katsuki’s ruby eyes staring at you with that glint in them.

“Okay. But don’t cry into my chest when you lose, okay?”, he grinned and rolled away to get the basketball, your “Yeah, yeah, you and your big mouth, be cautious or I’ll roll you off a hill.” making him laugh.

If anyone would have listened, maybe they would have been a little taken aback by how you talked to each other, but the truth was, it was harmless bickering and teasing. Never would you have hurt your boyfriend in any way, shape or form and both of you knew.

“Hah, fat chance.”, was the last thing he said before throwing the ball into the air for one last game.

--

Rolling through the big, automatic doors, Katsuki was gasping a bit as he had rushed into the hospital as fast as he could with his wheelchair, until he finally reached the information table and he could ask for “L/n Y/n” completely out of breath.

“May I ask who you are?”, the nurse asked back, since she didn’t want any stranger into a hero’s room and even though Katsuki wanted to snap and growl at her, he gulped down his rage and took a deep breath before he said, “Bakugou Katsuki. Y/n is my boyfriend.”

“Ah.”, she then said and smiled, “Yes, yes, L/n-san had mentioned you briefly before they had to bring him into the surgery room.”

“Surgery?”, he barely croaked.

“Yes, he needed surgery as both of his bones in his arms were broken. He is already in room 193 and should be awake.”, she said as if she was talking about the weather, even though it sounded horrible that both your bones were broken to the point you needed surgery.

Thus, he only nodded and with a quick “Thank you.” he rolled away and into the next elevator.

Bakugou had found out barely an hour ago. You had your night patrol, hence why you were admitted to the hospital at around 4 a.m. while Katsuki was asleep at home in the warm bed. To say he felt awful was an understatement. He was sleeping soundly at home, he literally had to pee at around 7 a.m. and being in a wheelchair, he was definitely awake enough to notice his phone vigorously blinking, but instead he chose to ignore it and went back to bed. All while his phone was silently going crazy from the texts and phone calls your friend, that was on the patrol with you, had left with your phone on Katsuki’s.

And now it was 11 a.m., because he was stupid and a lazy ass and he hated himself for sleeping in. Hence, when he had looked at his messages and the voice notes that were left on his phone, he panicked. Bakugou called his mother right then and there to come pick him up, not caring if she had to work, because this was an emergency and he didn’t have a car, let alone a driver’s license. He had never needed one until this day.

Once the ping signaled him he was on the right floor, he rolled outside and looked around to search for the rooms 160 to 200 and in the end, even after asking a nurse because my God that hospital was just way too big and confusing, Katsuki found room 193.

As he opened the door after knocking, you sat there, one arm in a cast and staring at the TV, looking bored and a little uncomfortable, however, the moment you saw him, your face lit up, “Katsuki!”

The two other patients in the room also turned their heads to see who was intruding.

Thankfully, you were on the bed closest to the door, hence he only pushed himself a little further until he faced your bed sideways and he could put his breaks on to scoot a little closer to the edge of the wheelchair so he could lean on your bed.

“Y/n, I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t come sooner.”, he immediately grabbed your free hand to squeeze it, ruby eyes lightly shimmering.

Though you simply shook your head and leaned in to rest your forehead against your boyfriend’s.

“It’s okay. I even told them to not contact you because I wanted to call you myself. I’m sorry they made you panic.”, you also apologized, thumb soothingly drawing on the back of his hand.

“No, you don’t understand!”, he barely whispered, “I was awake at 7 because I had to piss. I could have been here … far sooner, instead. My fucking sleep was more important, I didn’t even look at my phone, even though I knew you were out on a patrol, I should have… I should have looked. It was going off like crazy, but I just turned it around… What if it would have been more serious? What if… you were on the brink of death and instead of coming here as quickly as possible, I just slept at home and I wouldn’t have been able to say goodbye?”, he deeply sighed, feeling awful and just… terrible for being such a shitty boyfriend.

However, once more, you shook your head and then let go of his hand to bury it in his hair instead, softly massaging his scalp and pulling him in for a soft kiss, just to mumble against his lips, “It’s okay. Don’t think about the “what if”, Baby. I am here. And I only had a broken arm. And you are here now too, so… isn’t that the most important thing?”

And slowly, Bakugou nodded and wrapped his arms around your neck.

“I’m just so… so fucking relieved you’re okay.”, and with that, he leaned in to connect your lips.

“My, my, young love.”, made both of you however wince and turn around to look at the elderly woman who was snickering behind her hand and looking at the TV again, both of you then blushing lightly but also smiling at each other.

“Ah!”, when he suddenly heard a small sound from his pocket, Katsuki pulled his phone out. “Oh shit.”

“What?”

“It’s Mom. She says if I don’t come down immediately she is going to rip the nurse to pieces because she won’t tell her your room number for security reasons.”, which made him playfully grin again and you snicker.

“Then you should better go and help her confirm she is welcomed. I don’t want Mom to rip the staff to shreds.”, you snorted and giggled, once more showing how close Katsuki’s family was to your heart since, after so many years, it was natural to call Mitsuki and Masaru Mom and Dad as well.

“But… don’t you think she can wait juuust a little bit longer?”, Bakugou grinned and put the phone onto your bed, before pulling you back in for another kiss, letting Mitsuki wait for just a few moments longer while he was simply relieved you didn’t have a horrifying accident while out on patrol like he once had.

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“Seriously, where are we going?”, Bakugou asked once again when you opened the car door, his eyes blindfolded.

“Shh, will you shut up already?”, you giggled and leaned in to peck his lips, making him wince, then grin a little. “It’s a surprise, you don’t want to spoil your surprise, right?”, you softly took his arms and positioned them around your shoulders.

“But I don’t feel so good when I can’t see. I feel like a doll being dragged around.”, he then sighed when you picked him up and carried him over to the wheelchair, this time letting you handle everything in order to not ruin the surprise.

“I know, Baby. I promise, it’s over soon, just this once, let me surprise you. Trust me, okay?”, you gently squeezed his hands and then placed them into his lap.

“You know I trust you with my life. As if I would let anyone else blindfold and carry me around.”, and even though it was true (he did trust you with his life) Katsuki’s heart was still hammering wildly in his chest, being a bit nervous, but also excited. He didn’t like being so helpless, since he wasn’t. He could very well take care of himself, though Bakugou was also okay with letting you lead him this time even if he was a bit uncomfortable, he wanted to be surprised by you.

Another soft peck against his lips later, he heard you shutting the car door and then, he felt a soft push, telling him you were now starting to walk.

“You can probably already tell where we are, right?”, you snickered and Katsuki frowned for a bit as he took in the surroundings, smelling the salty air and hearing seagulls and waves in the background.

“The ocean? You don’t want to drown me, do you?”, he snorted and laughed, which only got him a soft flick against the back of his head as you said, “Don’t say that. If anything were to happen to you, I would go crazy.”, which successfully made him close his mouth and blush a little.

For a few moments, you walked in silence and pushed him along, Bakugou waiting in anticipation, wondering what you were going to show him. A sunset?

“Okay… We’re here.”, you put his breaks on and then walked around his wheelchair to kneel down in front of him, “I’m going to take off the blindfold, okay?”, and once he nodded, you reached out your hands.

Once the fabric wrapped around his head was loose and gone, Katsuki blinked a few times before looking around, a soft smile immediately sneaking onto his lips as he watched a beautiful sunset and the waves and ocean glistening.

“What do you think?”, you asked with a hushed voice while gently taking his hands and squeezing them, still kneeling.

Slowly, he turned his head, ruby eyes sparkling as he gifted you one of his rare smiles whilst quietly saying, “It’s beautiful. But that’s not everything you wanted to show me, right?”

“Haha, how did you know?”, you shyly chuckled, though Katsuki simply squeezed your hands and said, “Your hands are shaking.”

And even though he didn’t want to think about, Bakugou has always been a pessimist, looking at the worst case scenario, which could be you bringing him to a beautiful spot to watch the ocean just to break up and softly tell him you couldn’t be together. Though, even he knew that would be a bit of a reach and yet, when he could feel your hands shaking, he inevitably got a little anxious himself.

After a few seconds of silence, you then looked up, your e/c eyes shimmering a little and a soft smile on your lips as you whispered, “You know I love you, right?”, Katsuki immediately nodding and welcoming your lips as you had leaned in to kiss him, just to mumble an “I do. And I love you, too.” back.

Letting go of one of his hands, Bakugou watched when you pulled something out of your pocket, just to feel his heartbeat increase when it was a small jewelry box, his mind racing.

“We have been together for almost 6 years at this point.”, you then started and looked at him again, “I love you. And with every passing day I love you more. Back then, I was just barely out of High School when we met, my friends had urged me to not see you again, because they were embarrassed on my behalf that you were in a wheelchair.”

“Fucking asshats.”, he growled and clenched his teeth.

“Ha, you can say that again. Safe to say I ignored them and looked for new friends afterwards. Because if I would have ever listened to them, I would have never got to know you. I would have not been so happy. I know you sometimes feel like a burden to me, even if you try to conceal it by joking.”, and that was certainly true as Katsuki instantly blushed a bit and glanced to the side, feeling called out.

“But, Baby. I hope you know I have never once thought you were a burden. I love you. And if you ever need me, I will help you, even though I know you can handle yourself all alone, because you are so amazing and strong, you can count on me – always. And…”, then you finally opened the little jewelry box, his eyes already dangerously glazed, “if you let me, I want to be there for you for our whole lives. As your husband and best friend. I want to make many more memories, I want to experience growing old only with you, that’s why… Will you marry me, Katsuki?”

Gulping lightly, he had to look to the side for a few seconds, before turning back, a small tear already dripping from his eyes, hence why he quickly wiped them away, chuckling an “Oh fuck!” in embarrassment and to hide his feelings, just to nod and whisper, “I will.”

“Katsu…”, smiling brightly and with your own little tears shimmering in your eyes, you took the ring out of the little box and slipped it onto his ring finger, fitting perfectly, thus you wrapped your arms around him, Bakugou’s arms also immediately slung around your shoulders as you hugged and kissed him.

“I love you. I love you so much.”, mumbling it against his lips, he chuckled and held on even tighter, whispering sweet nothings back, only to softly gasp when you suddenly grabbed him around his hips and pulled him up, almost looking like you were both standing, though you were holding his weight securely.

“Oh fuck, don’t let me fall.”, he croaked under tears yet still with a joking undertone, though you very seriously answered him as you pecked his lips and quietly muttered, “I would never. I am here to catch you, always.”, which made him tear up again as he teasingly punched your shoulder and mumbled a “So cheesy.” though capturing your lips in the sweetest kiss afterwards while the sun had completely disappeared behind the horizon eventually.

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writer’s note: a very sad headcanon of mine is that Bakugou, barely 2 years into his hero career, gets paralyzed due to a villain attack and is bound to a wheelchair ever since. i don’t use this headcanon often cuz well, it’s just really sad :( but for today, i thought my headcanon’ed paraplegic baku deserves a little happiness <3

[evening-starlight]

Daddy’s Best Friend

I’ve gotten really into this story so updates are coming in QUICK

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    "Armel?" Amaris asks, shock taking over her face as her ex stands in front of her, in New York with that precious smile that made her fall for him in the first place. "How.." She shakes her head to try and get her bearings. "How did you find me?"

    Armel chuckles, tilting his head to the side as he answers, "You're not as secretive as you think you are, Mon Amour. There are many Amaris Clarke, but only one you." Amaris blushes at the pet name he gave her in Paris the second day they knew each other.

    Their romance started fast, meeting in the cafe she frequented, and he worked at. He bought her a coffee when he left his shift, writing his number on the cup before setting it down and leaving without a word. They toured France together, Armel showing Amaris his birth town and beautiful places tourists don't frequent. He took her breath away from the very first day, but nobody could keep her attention as long as Tom could.

    Amaris says she broke up with Armel because she didn't want him to see the lifestyle America thinks she leads, but deep down, it was because he wasn't Tom. She won't admit it to herself yet.

    "Oh, come in, come in." Amaris gestures, opening the door wider for Armel and his one black suitcase. "Why.. why'd you come?" She asks after the door is closed behind the brunette.

    "Who could leave such a smile without a fight?" Armel asks in a thick French accent, laying a soft hand on her cheek with a faint smile on his face. "I did as you did. I got a study program at, uh," He thinks over the college name. "Ehn-yu?"

    "NYU?" Amaris corrects. He nods with a bright smile.

    "Oui." Armel steps closer to Amaris, hand still on her face. "You are a treasure, Mon Amour. I was depressed when you left and remembered, 'ah-hah,'" He acts out his thought process with a finger up in the air, something Amaris found endearing about him. "She adores romance. Hence," He gestures himself up and down, then to her. "New York."

    "Who the hell is at the door?" Danica yells, entering the foyer with a huff. Her tone changes quickly when she sees the handsome french man in the front. She smoothes out her wrinkled pajamas and tucks a stray hair behind her ear. "Oh, hello there." Danica walks towards them and offers a hand to Armel. "I'm Danica. And you are?"

    Armel takes Danica's hand and presses a soft kiss to her knuckles, causing the twenty-year-old to giggle like a schoolgirl.

    "Armel. I am Amaris's..."

    "Friend from Paris," Amaris interrupts Armel, not wanting to explain their complicated relationship just yet. "He flew in to surprise me." Danica eyes Armel up and down, a flirty look evident on her face. Amaris rolls her eyes, slightly annoyed her younger sister is trying to flirt with a boy she met first.

    Danica shifts her focus back to the eldest sibling. "Your omelet is getting cold. So if you want to lose, stay out here talking to this cute guy." Amaris sighs and slips her hand into Armel's.

    "Grab him a fork; I want him to taste the monstrosity you call food." Danica sticks her tongue out at her and skips off to the kitchen. "I'm so sorry, but you're about to meet my family." Armel shrugs, tightening his grip on Amaris's hand like if he lets go, she'll leave once again.

    "I assume. This is family house." Amaris giggles at his broken English. He wasn't fluent but knew more than enough to get by with her family. They start walking towards the kitchen, where Amaris can hear Juno and Danica arguing how only siblings can over which fork is better. "Is omelet the one I taught you?" Armel asks as they get closer to the kitchen.

    "Of course, Cherie," Armaris slips back into the habit of calling him pet names. They get to the kitchen, and all eyes fall on them. "Guys, this is Armel. He's a friend from Paris who came to surprise me. He's gotten into study abroad with NYU." William stands up, sizing up the boy who's holding his daughter's hand. He offers a hand to Armel, who shakes it without hesitation and a bright smile.

    "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Clarke. Amaris tells me much about you," Armel greets. William makes eye contact with Amaris, giving a slight nod. That was his seal of temporary approval. Armel made a good first impression on her dad, but the support can always be revoked.

    "Please, call me Will, son. Take a seat," Will offers, motioning to a seat next to Juno.

    "That's my dad's friend, Tom," Amaris starts to introduce her little family in order from right to left. "You already met the witch herself," She teases as she gestures to her sister.

    "Hey," Danica huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. Before she can retort, Amaris moves on.

    "Dad, and my youngest sibling, Juno." Juno gives a small wave, backing deeper into the chair behind them. They didn't like meeting new people when they know nothing about Juno and their situation. They'd much rather disappear. Although, if it was Amaris's friend, they should be alright.

    "Pleasure to meet you all," Armel smiles before taking his seat next to Juno. Tom looks the boy up and down. Of course, Armel was exactly Armais's type. Curly, tall, French. She always had a weakness for french accents; she's admitted as much herself. But why did she introduce her ex as a friend? Was Tom the only one who knew they were together in Paris?

    "Okay, try the next one," Danica shifts attention to the breakfast judging. When everyone took their first bite, their eyes roll back, and food-related moans leave them. "Oh, that's bullshit," Dancia fights, taking out a fork and trying a bite herself. She moans as well, followed by, "Fuck."

    "Armel, try the other one," Amaris suggests, handing him the plate. She obviously won, but she had to win fair and square. Armel takes a bite of Danica's omelet. It was tasty but not as delicious as Amaris's. "Alright, so who wins?" Amaris asks, already knowing the answer from the reactions she got.

    "Oh shut up, Mari. We all know your stupid omelet won." Danica pouts, including the jutted-out bottom lip. Everyone agrees the one on the red plate was superior. Amaris laughs with her hands in the air.

    "Those cooking lessons paid, did they not?" Armel asks, leaning on the counter with the damned smile that makes Amaris lose her breath every time. Danica gasps.

    "That's not fair! You had Paris cooking lessons," Danica complains. Amaris shrugs as she reaches for the orange juice she set out earlier. "I demand a recount with the new information." Amaris rolls her eyes as she brings the cup to her lips.

    "If my apartment is cooking lessons, Oui," Armel inputs, causing Amaris to choke on her sip. Danica looks between the two ex's, slowly putting two and two together.

    "Holy fuck, you two fucked didn't you?" Amaris starts to blush furiously, confirming Danica's suspicions. "Oh my God." Danica looks over Armel one more time. "I mean, I don't blame you, but ew," Danica continues her dramatic 'ews.'

    "Are you done now?" Amaris huffs, burning up from being under the spotlight. Danica holds up a waiting finger and throws out three more ew's for good measure. "You done?" Amaris asks again.

    "And finally, ewww." She pauses. "Now I'm finished." Danica smiles a pleased smile. She loves to torment her older sister, especially in front of the boys she likes. But, unbeknownst to Danica, she embarrassed her sister in front of two boys she likes.

    "You're the most annoying sister on the face of the planet," Amaris complains, starting the breakfast clean-up, picking up the empty plates that Juno and Dad finished off.

    "So you're saying I have to be more annoying than the annoying sisters in the center of the earth?" Danica quips, laughing at the murderous look Amaris shoots at her.

    "I literally hate you more than Cleo," Amaris mumbles as she moves around Danica towards Armel. "We're gonna be outside talking." She states quickly before grabbing his hand and dragging him down the hall and out the double french doors.

    "They do not know?" Armel asks once the door is closed behind them. Amaris shakes her head, leading Armel to the lounge chairs. "Why?"

    "I didn't know how to tell them I dated a boy they didn't know about for a year and left him in France." She shrugs, pulling her legs onto the chair so she could sit criss-cross. Armel nods, picking at his cuticles and avoiding her stare. "So, why'd you come looking for me?"

    Armel looks up at her, lips tight. He brushes a stray curl out of his face before confessing his love in French. Amaris stares back at him. They promised they wouldn't say those words unless they were truly meant, with the fact that she would be leaving in less than a year when they met. "I've searched a thousand lifetimes for a woman like you, Amaris. That's no thing to let go." Amaris feels guilty for feeling the joy she feels.

    Tom would never make a move on her; he has too much respect for William to take that chance. But it still feels like cheating to Amaris after he kissed her just the night before. Or maybe she felt guilty because she didn't feel guilty when she kissed Tom.

    Amaris repeats the confession in the same language Armel did, smiling when Armel jumps up and plants a passionate kiss on her lips. They kiss for a second before they hear someone clear their throat behind Armel.

    William stands there, hands across his chest looking strict, but really his heart was filling with pride and happiness for his daughter. From first impressions, this was a wonderful boy for his daughter. She deserved nothing but the best after her rough start in life without a mother figure helping her with the boy problems that came in her teen years.

    "Hi, Dad," Amaris draws out. Armel walks over to him, hands clasped in front of him in a begging pose.

    "Mr. Clarke, sir. I ask your blessing to date your wonderful daughter," Amaris covers her mouth with a finger to stop from laughing out loud at Armel's antics. Will looks back at his daughter with a raised eyebrow and smirk. He loved this kid instantly.

    "Only if you promise to treat her right," Will states in his best father voice he can muster at the pleading boy in front of her.

    "Of course, of course. Amaris is a goddess and deserves the world. I will give her as much as I can," Armel continues to gush. Will sets a hand on Armel's shoulder, smiling at the boy.

    "You have my blessing, Armel. I expect you at family dinner this Wednesday." Will says before walking back inside. Armel throws his hands up in the air like he won a championship boxing match and turns to Amaris, who continues to giggle at the scene that unfolded.

    Tom stands in the living room window, watching the blessing happen and feeling a pang of... jealousy? Why would she choose a kid when she could have a man like him? Tom shakes the thoughts out of his when he sees them kiss yet again. He should be happy that she found someone who made her giggle like that. So, why does he feel angry?

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[kanthypantsalltheway]

"Hi sending my Saphne request. I always wondered what would have happened I'd Anothony didn't catch Simon and Daphne kissing in the garden." This is for @egermain10

Daphne breathed heavily as Simon pulled her further into him, as if he would make her a part of him. It didn't matter that there was no space in between them and yet he pulled her into him and she loved it.nexcept it didn't last very long, he pushed himself from their shared embrace. He swore and closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Simon?"

"I am so sorry I shouldn't have-"

"No, i-i- liked it."

He gulped and look at her.

Suddenly Daphne felt very dumb, she breathed nervously and rubbed her hands against her gown,"Didn't you?" She asked, afraid of his answer.

"Ofcourse I did" he said and cursed, she couldn't exactly grasp the word but knew it to be a cursed, "that is the problem."

Now he was talking in circles, "How?"She questioned.

"Daphne, I am not supposed to lure you into here. I am not to touch you. You are my closest friend's sister. I cannot."

"But you want to. And you did."

He nodded, "And it won't happen again."

Daphne's cheeks burned with shame, so much for hoping he was hers.

"I will go out the back doors, you must go to the ball." He said.

She gulped and nodded, "if that is what you wanted."

Ofcourse that is not what he wanted. But he couldn't have it the way he dreamt. And in a flash, she ran inside whilst he was standing there wondering how had things escalated at such a pace.

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"Really Basset? It's the dead of night." Will said as he saw Simon punching the bag.

"I know." Simon said.

"Is the punching bag somehow a Prussian prince?"

Simon glared at him but said nothing.

"Simon, stop."

When he did not , he repeated forcefully, "STOP!"

Simon stopped, panting hard.

"Do you really think boxing will stop you from the ruin that you are doing to yourself?" Will questioned.

Simon huffed, "what do you do then? When you are sick of it all?"

"In literal sense? I go to the doctor." He replied.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Alright, here it is. When I feel sick of it all, I take some time to myself and question if I really want to stay this way my whole, life. And the answer is always no, so I calm myself down and lay my head against ny wife's shoulder. "

"And that cannot happen to me."

"Because you don't let yourself grasp it. If only you'd let yourself a chance to happiness. And no, don't tell me you are happy. You are retched."

"Sadly, we all don't have it easy like you, Will."

Will huffed, "Easy like me ? Really, I would think you were smarter than this! I have to rely on my talent for survival, on bets from the audience, while you have inherited it all. J have had to make sacrifices to come to this town, to have a family here. The only thing you need to sacrifice to have a happy life is your ego and your vow.yes-yes I know, I know. It hurts you and you made it to taunt your father. But for god's sake Simon, he is dead. DEAD. The only person you are hurting is yourself- and Daphne. What you father did , it was wrong and it must hurt you. But won't you even let yourself heal? You must Simon, for yourself, for the woman you love."

And with that Will left, presumably to seek the comfort of his wife, his life.

Simon glared at the door as it closed and punched the bag one last time before going back home.

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It was the morning after and Simon's head hurt from all the whiskey he drank. His actions from past night not lost on him, in fact he dreamt what else could have happened had she been his. He would have taken his sweet time to explore her body. She was so naive, he would have explained her how everything worked and he would not have to be worried about child and marriage had he been in an alternate universe.

He called for his valet and proceeded to get ready for the day. He would leave today. Finally. Although he knew dreams of her would haunt him. What a dilemma, curse his father!

He called upon Will and Alice one last time (or so he thought) and went to Lady Danbury's, explaining that he was preoccupied with something else yesterday night to have left London, but today he would. Only for her to request (well demand, because she was lady Danbury)a walk in the park. So he conceeded.

"Hah, what an exceptionally pleasent weather." She commented.

"I'd have never imagined you of all people to find the weather interesting."he retorted.

She shook her hands dismissively,"oh look there! Miss Bridgerton and the prince."

Simon whipped his head around to find the Prince and Daphne standing close (too close) and having ice-cream. The prince looking at her as if she was the diamond, because she was. They approached the couple (lady Danbury's words not his) and greeted them.

Only Daphne did not bother looking at him, her hand tightening around the prince's arm as if she was disturbed by his arrival, which broke his heart into pieces and he had nowhere to lay them.

"Lady Danbury, your Grace, I hope you will be attending tonight's lady Harper's ball." The prince said in his foreign accent.

"Oh yes we will." Lady Danbury said undoubtedly.

Simon shot her a shocked look before hastily saying, "I am to leave London today, but Lady Danbury would surely attend."

But his godmother said,"He will ofcourse come tonight, do you really think he WANTS to leave?", Sending a smirk towards Daphne who was equally shocked."But do tell me are you to be engaged?" Lady Danbury questioned, she was always so straightforward, not afraid of anyone , not even the prince.

"Not yet" they said straightfaced but he could see Daphne blushing.

And it sent rage coursing through his veins. He didn't consider the thought of her actually getting married, a ring on her hand, sleeping next to the Prince, getting intimate with the Prince, bearing children for the Prince, the prince's seed inside of her- it was the very first time he considered that and it took all of his might to not draw her to him and explain why he was doing that.

He wondered for the first time ever- was the vow really worth it? Was it worth the happiness? Sure, he could never forgive his father. But would he really mind having children? The only worry he had with having children was would HE be a good father? His father was dead anyway, he had hurt him with his words, and hence his revenge was successful, would it serve him any good ? Or would it really just hurt him more?

Just then, Lady Danbury had decided to bid them goodbye, "Let us leave the couple alone Simon" it enraged him, hearing her refer to them as a couple, he had the impression that she did so deliberately, "we will meet you in the ball."

They bowed and curtsied to each other and through the corner of his eyes he could see the prince looking at him funnily.

Simon couldn't help saying,"i know what you were doing there."

Lady Danbury raised her eyebrows ,"what was I doing there?"

Simon took a deep breath in, "let's not play pretense."

"Oh boy, for how long would you talk in circles? It has never helped you, spill it out."

Simon scoffed,"I have never talked in circles."

Lady Danbury waited a moment before saying, "you're right, you have never talked in circles, in truth, you have never spoken out at all. Never disclosed your frustrations to anyone and never trusted a person."

" Ofcourse I did. I trust Will, you and Da-"

But he stopped at her name.

Lady Danbury smirked, "you see, you trust Will and throw punches at that damn bag to ease your frustrations. You have never disclosed these frustrations to me nor Daphne. You could if you want to , but you'd rather sit with regret all your life."

Simon looked at her sharply, "she is the prince's"

"Because you let her go."

"I can't give her what she wants."

"And did you discuss it through with her? Or were you a pompous arrogant man who decides the destiny of a woman by himself?"

He was guilty now, because that is what he had done. Lady Danbury had managed to make him sit in her parlour, her cane tapping on his knees, and he winced slightly.

"It's not paining you, is it? Because if it is, then I ought to poke my cane in you chest and that would still not equate to what that girl has been feeling."

"How do you know she wants to be with me? He asked irritatedly.

She looked at hin warily,"boy, are you blind? Anyone who looks at her can tell she is in love with you. And anyone who looks at you can tell you are in love with her. I'd say , you should stop playing pretense, simon."

He inhaled sharply, "It is complicated" he said finally.

"I have a son who stuck his head in a cage, I'm quite complex."

He nodded, "I vowed on my father's deathbed to never marry or sire a child, to spite him. All he cared was the dukedom, so why not ruin it for him?"

"And you think it would make you happy?"

"N-not happy, but it would ruin his wishes."

Lady Danbury laughed sharply at that, "I have to say, Simon. It was very clever and the purpose of your vow was served, he died miserably. But it would not hurt him or make him happy whatever you do after he is dead. He can know nothing. Tell me, would you really despise a loving wife and children, a loving duchy?"

Simon gulped, it was what he had been thinking but a few minutes prior, "No, I would not."

"Then what's stopping you?"

He didn't know. It was still fairly a new idea afterall, to think about wife , children, the duchy. He felt Lady Danbury's hand on his knees, "It is your right to be angry, and you should be angry. But don't let that make you miserable. It would only mean that he is so powerful that he makes you miserable from his grave. Be everything he was not, a loving duke, a loving father, a loving husband. My children might be a bit daft but thankfully they are good at heart unlike your father. Don't let him turn you into something you are not."

Simon took in her words, and immediately felt like a child who had a made a hasty decision that was about to ruin his plaything. He wondered why had he not shared this before with her, life would have been less miserable. And truly right now he was sure he could mend all the broken pieces of his life.

He jumped and to lady Danbury he said, "I must go and you can be assured that there might be some engagement news I'm tonight's ball."

"Yours and Daphne's I hope, not the prince and...." She trailed.

He growled, "No, mine and Daphne's." And with that he fled.

He mounted on his horse and went as fast as he could to reach Bridgerton house, narrowly missing Hyacinth and Gregory's pranks on Colin. He rushed towards the Bridgerton sitting room and interrupted them hastily, Daphne on the piano seat, the prince watching her adoringly. This would be the last time he saw her that way,he would make sure of it. At his sudden arrival everyone-Lady Bridgerton's, Benedict's, Daphne's and the Prince's eyes flew to him.

"Your grace, this is a surprise-" Lady Bridgerton began but he interrupted her.

"I do not want to be rude, Lady Bridgerton but can I have a private audience with Daphne."

The prince's eyes widened at his use of her maiden name but he just smirked and looked at Daphne, who looked as if she couldn't wait for the ground to swallow her.

"All alone?" Lady Bridgerton questioned, but she had a happy tone in that.

"I can assure you I would not play with her virtue." He said, except they had already enjoyed each other's virtue yesterday night. Almost.

Everyone left and Daphne stood up from he piano seat, her eyebrows raised.

"What do you want, your grace?" She asked tersely.

He winced at how she addressed him, but now that he was here he did not know how to begin. He gulped and said, "I want to rectify my grave mistakes."

"What mistakes?"she asked, with same raised eyebrows.

He coughed, he didn't know how to make his stupidity sound less stupid, yet very aware that it wasn't THAT stupid. "I pushed you and assumed that the prince would be better for you. Maybe he is, but I shouldn't have pushed you away without telling you why. It might sound silly to you, but I vowed to never marry or sire a child to my father."

"Why?"

"Again, it might sound childish, but I didn't want him to die with satisfaction. I wanted him to be miserable like he made me when I was a child. He tortured and taunted me, ignored me because I stammered. He pushed my mother through a pregnancy because he wanted a heir, and when he had one he pushed me away. Like I did you. And I do not want to be like him. I want everything he did not have, everything he could not be. And it still worries me , what if I have a child and he stammered like me? Would I be able to guide him? Would I be a terrible father? These are unaswered and I want to try , Daph..."

Daphne rubbed the tears off her under eyes and went towards him, "I am sorry for what happened to you but pushing me away won't help you."

"I realise that now."

"All you had to do was tell me."

He nodded, "I will from now on. I am truly sorry. I could have done so much better with my privilege. And now I know what to do."

"What?"she asked.

"Court you properly, make certain we are married by the end of the season if you will, and take care of my Duchy."

Daphne smiled at the description and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. "That sounds nice."

"Hmm-mm" he nodded,"Anthony probably wouldn't like it."

"Do you care?"

"Not one bit."

They were wrapped up in the embrace for quite some time before he asked, "what about the prince?"

Daphne smiled into his chest, "we already broke off our relationship or whatever it was."

He raised his brows and looked down at her, "when? He was just-"

"On our way from the ice-cream shop I told him of my feelings for you, it is so weird that he was the first person to know of my feelings for you. But I did and he did not mind it one bit."

"He didn't?"

She shook her head, "He gathered that we might have had feelings towards each other and it would be unfair to lure him into a loveless marriage."

He rubbed her arms and nodded, "what was he doing here then?"

"A last goodbye and tea with us. It is his last day in London before he leaves for Prussia." She waited a second before she continued, "you are not leaving London are you?"

He smiled, "Not without you, no."

And he indeed left London with her on their marriage day for honeymoon a month later.

[miroyuuu]

Hello! Hope you’re enjoying your drive! What are some of your favorite Skwisgaar hcs or fanon traits?

Hey! Thanks

I already talked abt the hc of skwis being a sexual abuse survivor in that other post, but hmm.. skwis having a big fear of the ocean hah theres honestly no foundation for that, I was honestly just drawing + writing dethklok at the beach shenanigans and it just popped into my mind haha.. i always think he'd be a 'lay in the shade on the sand' kinda guy but maybe his dislike for sunniness (another hc i like, hence me drawing him in big sunhats a million times) is a front for him not wanting to go into the water (the boys accidentally strike a nerve when they playfully pick him up and throw him in the water and 'uh oh wait he cant swim.. wait why is he crying now'

OH also love skwis being bashful and emotionally vulnerable

[cescalr]

u kno how everyone has their own version of Reverse Falls?? well i have one of those lol but rn what im saying is: my version of the au where the pines twins swap places (grunkles for mystery,,,, u kno,,, i think its called Gravity Rises? Anti-Gravity??? I can’t remember damn) yeah i have little bits of dialogue written,,,, if only i could draw... anyway all under the read more:

[[the scene where Mabel cheats off of Dipper in class; prev the scene where Stan cheats off Ford. Flashback to convo;]]

Dipper: Look. All you need is decent grades in math, right? Just copy off me. 'S not like the teachers pay attention during exams, anyway.

Mabel: I dunno, Dipper...

Dipper: Come on. We need scolarships. Our parents can't afford two full rides to college.

Mabel: It feels kinda... fraud-y, though.

Dipper: Think about it this way, hey - those rich kids pay their way past exams to a full ride, this is no more unfair than that. Just levelling the playing field. They're cheating at life - you're just opening up opportunities.

Mabel: True...

Dipper: Anyway. Nobody gets left behind, right?

Mabel: Haha. Yeah. Who's to say I won't leave /you/ behind? [punches his arm, with a smile.]

Dipper: Hah. Very funny.

Mabel: Thanks, bro-bro. Awkward sibling hug?

Dipper: Awkward sibling hug.

[hug]

Both: Pat-pat.  

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[[Big argument! Replaces the ford accuses Stan of breaking his machine. The conversation with the headmaster [uhhh, principal? in america?? i dunno im sorry] of the school is done w/ Dipper replacing Stan and Mabel replacing Ford bc I Like To Make Things Interesting!]]

Mabel: Come on, Dipper! I mean. Just - what kind of money is in /paranormal investigation/, anyway?

Dipper: What kind of money is in sculpting?

Mabel: That's not fair.

Dipper: Neither is you repeating our parents' talking points, but here we are. It's not about the money, Mabel.

Mabel: Well if it's not, then what's the point of you being on the opposite kind of the country to me?

Dipper: What's the point of you being on the opposite side of the country to /me/? Oh, that's right. You got a full ride anywhere you'd like, and there I am, trouble-maker, crazy-guy extraordinaire with the weird interests and stuipd belief in the supernatural. There was only one film school that'd take me, Mabel. You're the one who locked yourself into California.

Mabel: Why didn't you /tell/ me?

Dipper: I didn't think you'd want me around that much. What have I ever done, except pull down your stupid reputation?

Mabel: You can't still be on that. You know I don't-

Dipper: Still didn't say anything, though did you?

Mabel: That's not fair at all, Dipper.

Dipper: You never say anything. And here I am, always defending you. Maybe I felt we needed some space, huh? Maybe you give off the aura of wanting space. I'm not fun to be around.

Mabel: I didn't mean that. I just meant - you can get... kind of into a headspace I can't follow. I'm not - I don't believe in all your -

Dipper: Dumb conspiracies?

Mabel: Yes! Dipper, just - there's nothing down that road. You know that. You'll be -

Dipper: A laughingstock? Been there. Used to it.

Mabel: It doesn't have to be like that. You're really, really smart-

Dipper: So the only thing I can want to do is science?

Mabel: No, that's not it at all -

Dipper: He's a punk, he's headed nowhere, 'Mabel's a good girl, a real talent, smart and artistic... Dipper has the brain for a good life, but not the mindset. There's Fantartstic Academy, it's in California, so it's not too far from home, but it's on the other side of the state, a good distance away - I think it'd be good for your daughter to get independence, to find friends and a life outside of the trouble her brother brings. Mabel could have a real good go of it -'

Mabel: Stop it! Dipper, you know I don't believe-

Dipper: But you do! You always have!

Mabel: Just because you're /anxious/ doesn't mean you're right! We're okay! You're just paranoid!

Dipper: That's not fair.

Mabel: Oh, so now /I'm/ the unfair one? I get it. Things are only unfair when it affects /you/.

[pause]

Mabel: Why d'you have to do this?

Dipper: I - I have to prove that I'm right, Mabel. I have to. This stuff exists, I know it does, I've just got to find it.

Mabel: And, what? You're going to prove something people have been trying to figure out for centuries? Dipper. How can you tell me to get out of dreamworld when that's where you're staying?

Dipper: Screw you.

Mabel: Screw /you/.

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As for other stuff;

Mabel makes the portal! It takes Dipper 30 years to activate it after she’s pushed in bc her instructions are Terrible. Partly because she didn’t understand much of it. Bill painted the whole thing as like, a monument of the arts or w/ever im still figuring that one out 

Dipper takes Grunkle Stan’s place as the person they’re sent to visit. He’s been pretending Mabel’s been in various foreign countries for years @ this point. Uses either magic/tech to create voicemails for the family, has her be bubbly but distant, w/ promises to visit that she never keeps, which. you know he feels bad about but he needs to make people think she’s alive

Dipper had a ghost hunting TV show! For like three years, then went off the air bc of low ratings. Apparently real ghosts scare people! And kill them. Who knew. Also everyone thought the special effects were bad. Whoops. Anyway he runs a tourist attraction out of Mabel’s old ‘nature living art lodge’. It makes a good haunted house during high traffic at halloween/Summerween. The entrance to the basement is in his office, which used to be one of Mabel’s art studios. Dipper took all the bill art down because he pays attention to warnings written in blood. 

Im swapping all ages here, so Dipper is good friends with Pacifica and Wendy. Gideon is ... a threat. Lee, Nate and Thompson are still in town. Tambry and Robbie are not. 

Soos is 8, Fiddleford is 13, Stan and Ford are 12. Etc. 

Because of how we’re swapping this, some people’s parents might have to become their children. I’m not a fan of that, but we’ll see. Filbrick Pines was the youngest sibling of Mabel and (Mason) Dipper. He’s not well liked by the family. And he doesn’t like his own family all that much, hence the distance between them. He likes his kids even less, though, so Gravity Falls they go! I hate that guy. 

Ma Pines may or may not come with them? Hmm.

[cavernovs]

Jack 📲Azagi

Jack: I need something, little demon.

Azagi: Oh you do? Are you not watching the live feed? I’m trying not to get dead.

Azagi: what do you need and what do I get out of it?

Jack: I saw, sweetcheeks. 😉

Jack: That's the most demon demand I've ever heard you say, are you feeling well?

Jack: Besides impending death.

Azagi: oh I’m just peachy, pumpkin. now get on with asking your favour, and make sure to use your p’s & q’s

Jack: Should have come play here, sugar.

Azagi: hm, perhaps. though you seemed to be having enough fun with lan

Jack: In the party spirit of pixie and blood, name your price, I need you to keep a vamp occupied til the end of your shit run.

Azagi: we’re not on good terms right now, and i knew he’d be going to your party so i came here. blame him for that, babe

Azagi: hah, you’re funny. Tell me which vampire before I name my price.

Jack: Domestic already? Aren't you honeymooning or something

Azagi: he’s a prick, and he can go fuck himself. though he doesn’t need to, seems he has his own personal loyalist from out of town to do that. he leaves for all that time all the time for fucking loyalists.

Azagi: but whatever, which vamp, jack?

Jack: Well isn't that cute.

Jack: Is that the weird little curly brat skulking around my drawing room bleeding everywhere like dinner?

Jack: The vamp most likely to antagonise the madman on the stage.

Azagi: blonde, sullen and an attitude like he owns the place and lan? sounds like him.

Azagi: you act like I’m friendly with any vamps besides you. i’m gonna need a name. though I’m surprised you’re not worried about your better half, instead. she doesn’t seem like an antagoniser. your overlord isn’t here so…

Azagi: oh is it the moody one? face looks like you told him you killed his favourite feeder?

Jack: She can handle one human waving a death rag over her head.

Jack: Sounds like him. Just don't bloody die, I like some pretty faces.

Azagi: oh I don’t plan on it, love. are there plenty of humans at your party? Worst comes to worst I can dissipate from here but I’m gonna need souls to replenish myself very quickly. Last time I did that around Nephs it didn’t end so well.

Azagi: so you want me to stop him doing anything stupid? Do I say you asked or will that make things worse?

Jack: Enough, for now. 😛

Jack: Be discreet, i'm sure you can be subtle for once. What do you want it for?

Azagi: hmmm, considering it’s the grumpy one i think that’s worth a couple things. i want another night with you, with chaos as the main focus, and i want the promise of one favour to be fulfilled whenever i decide i need a favour from you.

Jack: A night with me?

Jack: This sounds like two things, little demon.

Azagi: the knife fight was fun, more than this shitty state has seen in decades. i’m sure we can one up that, don’t you think?

Azagi: it is two things, and that’s because it’s the grumpy one you want me to keep an eye on and help. If you’re asking me for help he’s gotta mean something to you or you just think he’s a really fucking stupid person who is a threat to all. Either way, I’m sure you’ll say yes to both

Jack: he owes me something.

Jack: i'm rather sceptical about handing out unnamed favours, azagi 😉

Jack: but a night of blood and metal, perhaps.

Azagi: come on, doll, you know me. i won’t ask something unreasonable from you, especially if i want to keep you around 😉

Jack: go off, pumpkin.

Jack: i'm sad to miss your fly on the wall behaviour though

Azagi: keep an eye on your phone in case i need an emergency exit. keep a good handful of humans on hand and i might just be able to bring jessie with me if things go tits up.

Azagi: fly on a wall isn’t my usual forte but for you? i suppose i can at least try

Jack: it's rather covered in pix right now, but sure az. i trust jessie is aware of the situation and is dealing with it.

Jack: hence why it'd be a sight i'm sad to miss

Azagi: dealing with it? i don’t think any of us can do anything to deal with it but yes, I’m sure she’s keeping a cool head

Jack: axel is one man.

Jack: a small, mortal little man with an ugly hat.

Azagi: he has many mortal men and many nephilim helping him and some random bioweapon, jakoris, don’t be foolish now. enjoy your party, i’ll drop by if we get out of this before party’s over.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Yandere (Freddy/Beetlejuice) being obsessed with a girl who makes it pretty clear she's far from interested (like "good sir if you come any closer you WILL be struck with a baseball bat").

I hope you like these! They were fun! Heheh, I got a bit dark, so I hope you like that ^^

Warnings: Hah… so… this does get kinda NSFW? Not explicitly or even really descriptively, but it’s worth mentioning. So yeah, sexual harassment, and also talk about reader getting traumatised and twisted.

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Okay so there’s a lot here that we can say for them both BJ and Freddy. Here’s a section for those things:

This, a person not being interested and trying to get away, is of course not new to either of them. In fact, they enjoy it. They’re both nasty lil’ freaks that enjoy seeing you uncomfortable, scared and forcing a translucent brave face on. “That’s my (Insert affectionate nickname like Princess, Pumpkin, Biscuit, etc)’

Nothing is sacred for you. They just love to turn up at the most inconvenient and uncomfortable times (Getting changed, in class / at work, at a family dinner or reunion, on a date, etc) and they absolutely love to twist your most innocent and/or beloved interests into something horrible and gross that will forever remind you of him. They do this by making jokes about it, literally popping out of it, and incorporating it somehow when they’re hurting you. (I’ll elaborate on this more in Freddy’s section- he’s more for the psychological torture then BJ is)

You get many unsolicited compliments.

Hit him with said baseball bat and he’ll:

o   Beetlejuice: Ask you to do it again. If you’re into that kind of kinky stuff, he’s totally on board!

o   Freddy Krueger: Break it and decide he needs to punish you.

Beetlejuice:

BJ doesn’t have a level 0, no. He just blinks right past that, and number 2-99 as well. He’s a hundred, and then possibly a thousand if you get him drinking.

Don’t do that.

The fact that you aren’t interested and keep trying to get away from him (I mean, you do escape him a lot because he’s spacey and frazzly-brained, but never for long. He gets distracted briefly and then when you’ve relaxed with a relaxing book or something else for some lovely, long-awaited non-Beetlejuice related time, he pops up again in place of your chair and its very, very awkward when you slowly notice the warm, sort of damp feeling of his belly, chest and legs and the, seemingly perpetual bulge in his trousers.) isn’t a new concept for him. But he doesn’t take the hint, either. He’s nasty and he likes to be the bane of people’s existences.

Especially you! ~ You’re his fave! Congrats.

Every rebuff and nasty look you give him makes him ‘love’ you even more. Mm, sexy.

Not the type to chain you up anywhere or kidnap you (Except for frequent day trips- he’ll always take you back home though). No, no. He makes your regular, everyday life difficult instead, by popping up at school (And I mean University. Or at the very least year 12) or work, at lunch dates, at the shops (Changing rooms come to mind), etc. You’re the only one who can see him, like Lizzie and Drop Dead Fred, but he can touch things and make a whole mess and you’ve been kicked out of shops, restaurants and classes for, not just being noisy, or disrupting people, no- The words used most often are ‘wreaking havoc’. 

He just pops up, and he doesn’t care at all what you’re doing- he’ll take one look at it and make some ‘fun’ out of it. Steal things (Like lollies, pills, condoms, and smokes and alcohol- yes, he will smash glass and pop behind counters to grab shit) and shove them down your clothes to hide it (Which is loud and obvious and you get caught), massacre a prized garden to get you flowers (Roots, worms and dirt still intact) to serenade you with (song and dance included and, of course, improvised) which distracts you entirely and makes you unresponsive or weird to people who cant see him, flicker the channels on a TV you’re watching with some friends and turn on a porn channel when the remote is in your hands, or just outright try to ravage you right there in the middle of class. What does he care what happens? Getting you frustrated and embarrassed is half the fun.

Freddy is not the only one that has you waking up with markings or changed in some way, nay. BJ changes your clothes in your sleep- usually to his signature black and white stripes.

Your continued braveness and the fact that you refuse to give in to him and just give up entirely… uhh, well, it turns him on. Hence the perpetual bulge in his pants around you.

(And he is around you MUCH. OF THE. TIME.)

Freddy Krueger:

Like said in the first section, this is not a brand new kinda situation for him. In fact, he prefers it, likes it this way. Especially seeing as you’re strong and won’t give up trying to get away. Gives him a chance to use his… you know… whole personality, and full abilities, to break you. And once he has, you’ll be his little pet.

Look, before we get into the nightmare of it all, I’ll say this for you: At least you wake up. For BJ, he can come and get Reader whenever he wants (And he does). Freddy’s at least confined to the dream world.

But, of course, the dream world also does offer its own advantages for your antagonist. Because, as we all well know, Freddy can conjure, be or make up anything he wants. The sky is not the limit- its but a suggestion. Which brings us to this horrendous thing that he loves to do to you.

Beetlejuice takes the place of the chair you’re sitting in- Freddy takes place of your crush. He sets up neat little dreams for you where you’re with your crush (It could be real life, celebrity, or fictional. Whatever. Just someone you’re attracted to and have innocent feelings towards that he can warp, distort and pervert. Nothing is sacred here) and then at the last moment, like a reverse froggy prince kind of deal, your crush turns into Freddy and he has some terrible pun and he kisses you, and it’s all very shocking and unpleasant. And you never see it coming because you’re dreaming. No, it’ll always be just as horrifying.

Its not just people you have warm, fuzzy feelings for that he perverts and distorts, no. Hobbies that make you feel at peace, that he knows make you feel safe and forget about him for a little while. You better hope he doesn’t find out about things like that because if he does discover that, that you’re enjoying a peaceful and hopeful moments, he’ll figure out how to immediately crush that. Conjure up a nightmare for you where all you can paint or draw or write about are horrible memories about him or where you can’t help but obey him and literally destroy the special object that maybe your parents gave you, or you got yourself at a hard time that reminds you that you’ll be okay in any way, with your own two hands. 

Because that’s what Freddy does, its why he’s scary- he takes something so comforting that we know will always be there for us and take us away from the world for a little bit like sleep and our snuggly beds and ruins it.

There aren’t many mornings that you wake up without a new cut or bruise or other kind of mark. He once took a dream permanent marker and wrote his name across your forehead in thick font and that materialised in real life for a whole 3 days.

[stray-tori]

TPN S02E04 - Initial Thoughts (anime-only)

viewing + post-ep talk with my friends: Google Drive (sorry, youtube denied me again)

(i) Translations are in the English (USA) CC (including the english bits as well for those who struggle with the audio/language, etc.)

pls validate my efforts and watch it.

there’s some anime-only talk about the adaptation towards the end, I wasn’t trying to be arrogant, just mention it to my friends based on some things I’d heard and without spoiling them about what is different that I do know of specifically. But if you want to avoid that, feel free to!

I definitely said it a bit too in favor of the anime, and obviously my friends’ just got my simplified thoughts on it? Like when they said it makes sense for the anime to move on quicker, but that’s not really what’s different. 

So yeah, please forgive the dubious things in that segment, I really just didn’t think about my words a lot.

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. Random thoughts

The fish bug scenes were delightful TvT Also the animation during them trying to grab them???

The OST during Isabella’s scenes???? take me

I think we also heard the OST sneak peak from a while ago during the cave confrontation with the army force human

Don is a useless nightwatch, goddamn it Don

Don is an epic chairman.

Loved the shot of Ray shooting at the big demon (why didn’t Emma get a cool shot? :THONK:), very dynamic, very epic.

Also them running together to push the man off the cliff was... something haha.

I’m losing my mind that we’re actually just ending on the way ep1 started. Same animation loops too, eh. to be expected, and obviously adjusted for different clothing and items but. still as someone who wants to praise for not re-using animation, rip.

EMMA HAVING SLEEPING CHILDREN AROUND HER AWWWW

Eyy Ray took a bath with the others too, yay

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. The bunker

So, the twist was that there was really.... no twist at all. Minerva was a good guy, he tried his best, he got discovered and chased.

And yet, I don’t think the bunker was previously discovered by the farms, which would at least warrant a “scare” like that, effectively making it a trap. They may have been aware of a shelter’s existence, but I don’t think they’ve been there before.

You could probably assume that the Troup that attacked our characters may have also removed the previous escapees from the scene --- but if that was the case, why leave all of the letters and other things in place. Not getting there immediately is understandable, they seem to arrived by foot (what? do you plan to keep an eye on the children the whole like 5 day march back or however long it took?? dang). So that’s not it.

So: what caused the HELPs? the person writing in the book seems to have been abandoned or more likely, are the only survivor of their group (maybe the only person in the group at all). Now it’d be an option for them to have found this safe haven and decided to just spend their days there, slowly losing their minds and doing the things on the wall. But then the message in the book, on the other hand, seems traumatized and sad, but not as lost as the carvings on the wall.

So either, they calmed down after going crazy and then once they did, they decided to leave.

Or it’s from two different people (or multiple), the one after the “HELP” one probably leaving the uplifting message in the book nearby of the scribbles.

I’m not sure which I’d find more likely, but all in all, I’m not sure why they didn’t just have the demons already know of the place and just have the letter (they probably wouldn’t have searched everything in the place) not be as obviously placed and then boom, they could still have made all discoveries they needed and when they found the help wall, it would have been from children trapped in the room while the men searched the bunker, wanting help.

* Clearly that’s not what they were going for, since there’s also day-counting things, but even that you could have explained by saying, they missed a child and the other escapees convinced them that they died, somehow and so they were left behind, traumatized by their friends being taken back and giving up for a while. It still runs into the same “but how can it be the same person?” doubt that my friend brought up, but I think that it’d justify the shock value of the wall more. Still not really making the whole “HELP” thing add up though, since that just sounds like there’s an immediate threat, when there isn’t. The only other thing I can think of is that the entire wall wasn’t one instance, so the counting could be solitude, the HELPs acute danger and the names probably also solitude. The drawing on the right also makes me think it was probably a child as well, fairly young. Poor kid.

Unless there’s something more to it I feel like it makes a little more sense, but still not a lot (WHY’D YOU LEAVE YOUR SNACKS, BRO) but seeing as we’ve left, I don’t think we’ll get to know.

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I’m assuming the way the farm knew now is either a) they were aware but didn’t see any reason to go there unless there were children there, b) they saw the coordinate carvings (thanks Ray) or c) the pursuers contacted the farms (which would make sense, and again, thanks Ray).

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.. the farm has a military force???

I also find it kind of funny that the farms have a military force??? Because so far, we’ve never seen them use guns to do anything. Which makes me think they might not be farm-intern but from an outside force, maybe the humans who are more “on-level” with them?

Like, what do they do all day. They’re probably not part of the buff demon guards and.... idk man haha-

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. Isabella

Ahh I was happy to see her! I was even happier to be like “hah, prison. Knew it.” and then later reacting to the offer, even though that wasn’t exactly what I called, but damn. the pride. my fucking expression too lol, i couldn’t hide it at all pff.

Her jump in motivation is a little weird, but I do see it as, someone who has basically accepted their fate, and when that gets challenged, the will to live takes over. 

I’m also not quite sure how she’s supposed to capture them if she can’t leave?

And then of course there’s whatever they promised her aside from “freedom” (which, if that just means being let outside, good luck ma’am there’s demons everywhere) - or is the transportation to the human world included? :D

Based on her clothing in the OP, I might have guessed it’d be “become a grandma” but that doesn’t really go well with the promise of freedom so.... I don’t know where that entire thing is going pff-

We don’t know a lot about what drives Isabella but one of the few things we do know is a) will to live and b) Leslie (????), hence the lullaby in “stressful” situations.

She already got the will to live with the baseline deal, so the only thing I can think of that would make her react more than freedom would be that Leslie’s alive and she can see him if she helps.

I’m not sure if she’s interested in anything else, like how the world works or what she can do for anyone, like.... hm. Of course it could totally be something that we just don’t know yet but yeah I guess that’s my guess.

They probably won’t give up Ray and seeing as she’s more concerned about his brain than anything, I don’t think even if they did allow her to take him with her, it probably wouldn’t mean a lot to her. Plus, why lose another high quality cattle.

I guess it could be, she did seem she wanted to be a proper mother figure, but idk something tells me it’s probably not something like that.

It would also be more “???” than “OHHH” of an reveal. Then again, Leslie is also an obvious choice so.

Maybe it’s something entirely new, we’ll see :D

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. The possibily wrong date

So when Anna writes a journal thingy, we see this

And, well, their escape happened in January 2046, so... for that to be true, somewhere along the line, an entire year would have had to pass.

I’m assume this is a production error because

they didn’t get to harvest once

they wouldn’t wait a year to talk about the plan to go back

Ray wouldn’t need an ear patch for so long, he only has a cut

the montage only showed 22nd and 23rd, if an entire year had passed, we’d have been shown more varied dates, etc.

then it makes even less sense for why the army shows up one year later out of nowhere :D

...

Smh, CloverWorks, what can you even do right.

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Yee, thanks for reading!

[jaegerbroshoe]

Episode 66 (S4E7) Thoughts

1) I just noticed the music in the beginning. That’s a new track too, right?

2) I really don’t get why they used CGI for Eren’s Titan even when he was just standing still? Like they hand-drew the still shot of the WH but not the ones of the AT.

3) Oh I just noticed Eren hardened his arm to prevent his nape from getting ruptured. 

4) Zeke’s arrival!!!

5) People are upset about Porco’s flashback of him, Pieck, and Zeke not being animated but I feel like they established their closer relationship in other ways. Like Porco calling Zeke by first name just now.

6) Squad looking good! Especially Floch after he was botched up last episode lmao.

7) I absolutely love the 3dmg perspective! MAPPA is stellar at the cinematography of action sequences.

8) Falco waking up to hell though.

9) Reiner’s Titan form in this part is so curious. I guess it’s like when Eren saved Mikasa and Armin in Trost. But Reiner being in the centre of the hand formation is so unique. Like...he’s not inside the nape of a Titan. I wonder if there’s a certain trigger needed to cause a transformation like this. A wish perhaps?

10) This shot is so beautiful. The level of emotion they’re portraying through Reiner’s expression alone... Also, I love the purple hue they chose for this.

11) “His body should heal itself with the power of the Titans. That is, as long as he has the will to live.” I’m telling y’all this is exactly what happened with Ymir and Isayama introduced the concept back here. Reiner is not dead (the power won’t let you die), but he’s also not conscious or readily healing (because he doesn’t have the will to live). So the power basically puts you in a coma-like state if you’re in this predicament. 

12) The music here 👌🏼.

13) Falco is really best boy. He’s got such a big heart.

14) Lara staring Eren down will never get old. She’s got guts, I gotta give her that much.

15) Oh, so Eren did notice that the WH runs out of energy quickly.

16) Shoeless Eren returns 💕.

17) Hah, don’t underestimate Eren’s stamina.

18) Porco getting worked up over Pieck calling him Pock even in the middle of battle 😂.

19) Bitch, say that again. Marley has always lost to Paradis 🤣.

20) !!!

Eren looking at Zeke after he says this though. (On another note, I do wish they animated the closeup of his human face when Zeke first arrives.) And I think Pieck remembered their encounter during RTS here, hence her reaction.

21) Oooh shifter lines!!!

Also, even Porco was shook at Zeke’s line lmao.

22) Let’s see if the anime-onlys will pick up on the big hints regarding Zeke in this episode...

23) I’m sorry but Armin just hanging around in a little boat will always be funny to me.

24) Armin’s transformation was beautifully animated. I love how they showed the effects of the shockwave.

25) Porco is actually the Eren of the Warriors though 😂. Back when Eren was still hotheaded and reckless. His rage in this episode is a parallel to Eren’s during the Battle of Trost (e.g. the way he’s trying to avenge his squad members). I think they would’ve actually gotten along well if they trained together.

26) I love how after Marley boasts about how they’re in control of the battle, shit cracks down and they get decimated by Paradis one by one 😂.

27) SASHA!!! SHE IS SO BADASS!!! One of the best kills honestly.

28) Jean looks so fucking good here. For once this season, I’m satisfied with how he looks. On a random note, why are his eyes so sexy?

29) The addition of the rest of the Panzer Unit’s deaths was brutal. Carlo actually died an easier death...

30) I will keep saying this but how the fuck did Pieck survive that -_- . Just like Magath, she got so much plot armour in this battle.

31) MAPPA doesn’t shy away from showing the gruesome details and for that I’m grateful.

32) The Colossal hasn’t looked this good in years.

33) Allow me to once again admire shifter lines.

MAPPA seriously draws Armin so pretty.

34) Falco’s eyes are so pretty <3.

35) The anime makes it more apparent that Jean didn’t miss and it was the steam actually.

36) Okay Jean is looking a lot better this episode overall.

37) The Porco/Eren fight was sooo well animated.

38) I’m glad they put in those parts of Eren piecing everything together. To be honest though, Eren’s always been good at noticing details like this mid battle. Like when he went against Bertolt for the first time, he was very observant.

39) Oooohhh theory time! 

Perhaps this is the case because the Cart Titan was one of the last of the Nine Titans to be created? So the ones that are the most useless were created in later generations, as the powers got more diluted...?

40) The entrance of the airship 👌🏼.

41) Wait, why was Hanji even mad when they didn’t even fight in this battle? They were safe and sound in the airship the whole time 🙄.

42) Anyways, my boy Onyankopon is rocking it as usual.

43) Ahh I think it’s his eyes. That’s why he looks so pretty now. They’re actually drawn Eren-like?

44) Mikasa dicing Porco up though. I think he got the most abuse in this battle...

45) Porco falling right in front of Eren... In that moment, he knew he fucked up.

46) Eren is always so harsh with Porco. I actually winced when he started ripping his arms up. Also, he really mentally anguished him during the nutcracker scene (which!!! one of the best moments in the entire story finally animated!!!). Porco’s VA did well conveying the horror and helplessness Porco was experiencing here.

47) Eren’s eye dilation after he eats the WH hmm 👀.

48) I just had a thought. If I’m right about the dilution theory and the three main Titans being the FT, AT, and WH, then maybe that’s another reason why Eren needed to combine them in one body. If they contain most of the original DNA code, that’s perhaps as close to “combining all the powers together” as Eren had to get.

49) Eren giving Porco concussions since 1992.

50) I said this already but Gabi and Falco’s VAs were awesome here. Kudos to them. Their cries being the only sound in the battlefield... top-notch 👌🏼.

51) Reiner’s Titan form here looks so cool. It’s one of my favourite designs. I’ve seen people say they thought his face would look more human but the armour still being there makes more sense to me. The human look always threw me off in the manga, but this makes it clear that he looks this way because he was too weak to form his full armour.

52) To be honest, Eren could have eaten Porco here. He didn’t have to pause and look at Reiner if he didn’t want to...

Overall, I think this may be one of the best episodes this season?? Aside than the CGI being off-putting in a few scenes (for me, I just really detest when it’s used for motionless shots), everything was so beautifully drawn and executed. Especially the fighting sequences. Music was awesome and the voice acting was great as usual. The character designs are looking better and better as well. I don’t get why people are complaining about characters like Levi being drawn weird... They literally made him good-looking, not stinky like WIT. 

Next episode will be hard to watch... I think they can definitely fit chapter 105 in the first half of the episode and the break point (if put a bit later) can be used as the transition to 106. Making the entire episode about chapter 105 would be dragging it too long.

Lastly, I see they’ve kept Zeke a secret still hehe. I’m looking forward to the reactions. Haven’t seen a lot of people suspect him yet.