#i know they want to be successful but...yiKES...

[amourcheol]

the lords who loved me (series masterlist)

g e n r e : smut, fluff, angst, bridgerton! au, regency au! for certain fics -> friends with benefits! au, opposites attract! au, sunshine x grumpy! au, slow burn! au, forbidden love! au, enemies to lovers! au

s u m m a r y : the diamond club of mayfair is the most notorious, sought-after gentlemen's club in london. every member is a figure of great wealth, class or power, but none have such fame as five dear friends, the eligible lords of the ton. each acclaimed lord has their dreams and desires, concerns and anxieties, but all of them have one aspect in common.

every single one of these gentlemen will find their love match—whether they want to or not.

a u t h o r ' s n o t e : this is my first ever series and i’m so so excited to write about bridgerton!! this is something i've been wanting to write since late 2021 :') the storylines are all loosely connected (some more than others) but can still be read separately!! do send an ask/comment if you want to be added to the taglist, and enjoy the journey that's about to come <3

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❝Why learn the complexities of desire all by yourself, when your dearest friend can merely teach you?❞

g e n r e : friends with benefits! au, friends to lovers! au, smut, angst, fluff

s u m m a r y : you think you know everything about your best friend, dashing bachelor lord joshua hong. when you stumble upon his suggestive literature from his recent travels, however, reading even an extract is enough to make you question everything. unsure of your newfound feelings, you turn to your confidante, unaware of just how much knowledge—and experience—he has to offer.

c o n t e n t : best friend! joshua, best friend! soonyoung too, references of real erotic literature from the 1700s because this is not an amourcheol fic without historical accuracy, joshua acts like a man (yikes), soonyoung a true mvp, diamond's member shenanigans mature warnings -> tons of sexual tension, making out, fingering, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex (regency protection is goofy mb), overstimulation, corruption kink (!!!), body worshipping, mc is horned up, surprising amount of fluff in this

s t a t u s : taken!

❝Because Wonwoo was a wandering soul, and you were the anchor to his lost creativity.❞

g e n r e : writer! au, strangers to lovers! au, opposites attract! au, fluff, angst, smut

s u m m a r y : since his last successful play years ago, lord jeon wonwoo has lost all motivation to write his next masterpiece. hiding himself away in his countryside manor, he expects inspiration to strike. what he does not expect is you, his new spinster neighbour, to storm through his halls, and into his cold, aching heart.

c o n t e n t : writer! wonwoo, landowner! reader, mc is inspired by bathseba everdene from far from the madding crowd, wonwoo has writers block on stereoids, wonwoo is also a class-a loser but it’s okay cause he’s hot, lowkey love triangle with enhypen jake, descriptions of real places in england cause historical accuracy once again, this will be Long because i am an advocate of slow burn, there will be angst, mature warnings -> sexual tension, making out, fingering, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, body worship, more tba !!

s t a t u s : eligible.

❝How can one be professional with a partner as scandalous as Lord Kwon Soonyoung?❞

g e n r e : sunshine x grumpy! au, theatre! au, fluff, smut

s u m m a r y : you never believed yourself to be a particularly brilliant actress—that is, until lord kwon soonyoung scouts you for his next theatre production. amongst lessons and overwhelming emotions, you find that acting can be particularly difficult with a carefree scoundrel—especially if you are his next target.

c o n t e n t : theatre actress! reader, entertainer! soonyoung, inspired by the movie the libertine, soonyoung is a certified rake, mc hates (and is horrendously attracted by) it, references to shakespeare and restoration plays, wonwoo being silly, mature warnings -> Sexual Tension, so much Tension, making out, fingering, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, edging, soonyoung is such a tease it's crazy, more tba !!

s t a t u s : eligible.

❝What could go wrong for an unattainable lady to fool around with an untouchable gentleman?❞

g e n r e : forbidden love! au, rich x (kinda) poor! au, smut, fluff, angst

s u m m a r y : you were the diamond of this season. beautiful, accomplished, and of noble birth, your future was tied to the man who would be successful enough to attain you. when your eyes catch the newly labelled lord chan at your debutante ball, you decide to let curiosity take the lead—and enjoy the consequences that ensue.

c o n t e n t : new money! chan, old money! reader, reader is kinda arrogant(?), chan will fix her though, cheol will be very annoying this fic, sneaking around, mature warnings -> making out, fingering, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, multiple sex scenes through a bridgerton-esque montage, chan is crazy cocky but is also a loser because i believe in chan range, more tba !!

s t a t u s : eligible.

❝Keep your lovers close, and your enemies closer. Keep Choi Seungcheol, however, the closest.❞

g e n r e : enemies to lovers! au, exes to lovers! au, angst, smut

s u m m a r y : everyone in the ton was aware of your hatred towards choi seungcheol. when the powerful lord discovers a deep secret, however, he vows to humiliate you for his own pleasure. you decide to indulge him—if only to save yourself. what you failed to consider was that dancing with the devil can only end in ruination.

c o n t e n t : rake! seungcheol, lady! reader, these two hate each other cause too many people are pussies when it comes to e2l, seungcheol is insufferable, so is the mc, slowburn which will want to tear your hair out, painstaking angst which will be rewarded, mature warnings -> making out fuelled by intense hatred, fingering, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, edging, overstimulation, dirty talk galore, reader is a brat, more tba !!

s t a t u s : eligible.

[pierregazly]

let's show the world ꨄ carlos sainz smau

carlos sainz x wife!reader

warnings: hateful/mean comments, cyberbullying

in which carlos has to make it clear to the world how much his wife means to him, and how strangers on the internet know nothing about them or their relationship.

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f1drivernews it appears ferrari driver carlossainz55 and wife yourusername spent the summer break in style, rumours have it that the resort they stayed in ibiza was almost €7500 per person a night. sainz and his wife have been notorious for staying in extravagant hotels and resorts during both summer and winter breaks. the lifestyles of the rich and famous continues!

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username oh the things i would do to be a millionaire

username just be like yourusername and bag yourself a rich husband, constant flow of money lol

username that's a polite way of saying just be a gold-digger and you'll be set babes

username lol the fact b4 he met her carlos used to spend breaks with his fam and friends??? has no one told him how much of a red flag this is???

username girl since when is a driver spending their break with their WIFE a red flag???

username €7500 PER PERSON???? aint no way that was carlos' idea lol what a joke

username i'd be so embarrassed to be yourusername like what does girlypop even do??? other than mooch off her husband ofc

username she's actually very successful in her own line of work? not sure what you're alluding to but yeah

username she could be the top 10% of whatever she does and still not be as successful as carlos, hop off hunni

username guess f1drivernews was too nice to post the hideous closeups of yourusername... girly's not looking too great nowadays poor carlos

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landonorris your mrs told me she got a hole in one, how's it feel to suck carlos

yourusername 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

username bet you paid out of your ass for her for this round of golf too smh

username embarrizzing sorrrrryyy carlos

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carlossainz55 thank you for dinner amor, you spoil me as always

username girl delete this rn this is so embarrassing

username loool ur not fooling anyone sweetie

username red nails for a golddigger? typical babes

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yourusername i'm amazed by you every single day, even more when you come back to our room stinking of champagne 💗

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landonorris no special post for me?? you told me i was ur son the other day and this is the treatment i get ? emancipation right now

landonorris before you say it, i know that's a big word for elmo. thanks.

alexandrasaintmleux im still obsessed with that jacket 🫶🏻

username you looked so pretty this weekend! carlos is so lucky

carlossainz55 always more special when we're both coming back smelling like champagne hermosa

username i think its like so childish u deleted 75% of ur followers like u wanna be in the public eye but dont want what comes with it??? weird but alright

username im so over you honestly carlos deserves better

username ur acc the worst wag like yikes

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f1gossip the streets are saying carlos was in suzuka alone this week, his wife of two years yourusername reportedly took a flight home instead of following her husband along to suzuka after the singapore win... trouble in paradise? 👀👀

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username omg it's happening

username FINALLY GOOD RIDDANCE

username my man is back on the market!!!!! time for someone prettier, hotter, better, basically anyone opposite of his wife lol byeeeee

username ur all insane, she has her own job??? she can't follow her husband to every end of the earth

username waiting for the ig stories 'we've decided to split amicably, please allow us privacy'

username LOOOL i bet it's gonna say that word for word!!!! not like we'll see hers tho cause she locked us all out

username this acc made my day ahhhhhhhh

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carlossainz55 amor what's wrong??

yourusername i just dont understand why people have to be so mean.

landonorris carlando to the rescue dont worry y/n

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carlossainz55 this last week has been extra special for me, to know it is the anniversary of the first time i met my best friend, and that she was able to be with me when i lifted the trophy in singapore is a wonderful feeling.

but to see all the ignorant, unkind, and hurtful comments that are regularly directed at my wife has put a negative twirl on this time. my wife, to me, is the most beautiful woman in the world. she is kind, and loving, and has given up the world for me time and time again. no one knows our relationship more than her and i. many of you speak things that are so ignorant and false it is disgusting. if you are one of these people, please know, you are not a fan i find myself caring for.

i beg those who continue to speak poorly of my wife, to think about how your actions can harm others. thank you. and to yourusername, you are the most important light in my life. i cant wait to see you amor.

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landonorris 🧡🧡

charles_leclerc be kind always!

yourusername te amo, always and forever.

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yourusername i didnt even see you take that photo... ur so cute ily

landonorris tell her i got 50 of the flowers for her

username omg i love that book!!!! y/n has great taste what a queen

username i would die to be ur wife, but i would also die to be y/n's wife so lol

ahhhh this is the smau part 2 i promised to my last carlos written story! thank you to the lovely person who requested it, i hope it's what you wanted! please let me know what you think, i hope you all loved it 💗

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[orionhelluvaranting]

And remember, kids, you should prioritize wisely!

Alright. I had some kind of tolerance toward these two before. Hell, I had been liked Ozzie even! Unfortunately, after "Mastermind" has released I can't stand them (or the way they're written, to be more specific) anymore! 💢

Bee and Ozzie both are supposed to be that nice and well-meaning individuals who actually care about the commoners unlike the other (bad) capitalists. In fact, they're just two bratty kids who'd rather bully some loser than do philanthropy. But Viv with the standom are so desperate to prove us otherwise. And that's so annoying!

Evidently Bee is a party gal. She's chill 'n cool. But most importantly, despite of being a royal she doesn't give a damn about stupid rules. She considers hellhounds as her equals and throws a parties for them. She cares about her people very much! And of course - OF COURSE! - she'd like to help Loona and co. but... Sigh! Her paws are tied! Besides, there are more important things to do. Like putting Mammon in his place. When else could you find perfect time for this if not at the court, right? Plus, Bee supports slave trade. Just saying.

And Ozzie... Uuuggh, please don't even get me started on him! The topic deserves a separate post because it's large and I don't mean to go deep into this right now. Instead, I'm going to rant about how Bee and Ozz stand up for Blitzø vs how they attack Mammon. So we could figure their true top priority out.

<<< Tw: acephobia and occasional sarcasm under the cut >>>

How they defend Blitzø:

Say "this lil imp guy isn't bad, let him speak up" (they immediately forget about this the moment Mammon interrupts them)

Rise a hand to vote for hearing out the testimonies (and there's nothing special since M&M and Loona did the same)

Bee gives four middle fingers to the crowd of pompous nobles... Wow. That was so edgy cringy!

Geez, what a great performance! So brave,so rebellious, so selfless! These guys are the bloody legends for real! The true defenders for all the oppressed souls. I think they dropped this 👑

Cough, cough! Excuse me, seems like I had a sarcastic attack. Cough, cough!

Okay, where was I? Oh, right! As you can observe the whole defense from Bee and Ozzie seems pretty weak. It's a bare minimum. You disagree? Then let's see...

How they attack Mammon:

Ozzie yells and threatens him with a literal fireball ​immediately

"Nobody wants to fuck you!" Yikes, that was EXTREMELY acephobic* from your side, Bee...

Bee throws a dick-shaped popsicle at Mammon (fail)

"Why won't you keep fucking yourself?" Woah, another corny insult! Bee, could you please stop acting like a cringy acephobic bitch?

Bee throws a dick-shaped popsicle at Mammon again (success)

There are a lot more passion and persistence, ain't it? And what has Mammon done to cause that kind of reaction? Well, he interrupted Ozzie's speech like this:

"Shut up, you two! We all know you enjoy slumming it with the low class plebs. Unlike the rest of us..."

And excuse me, but, uh... Where's the lie? Bee and Ozz both are banging with the lowest of the lowest. That's true. Their reaction seems kinda "You ask me for facing the truth, but you do it without respect" in that instance. Like??? Are they embarrassed by being called out? Or do they've got offended because Mammon marked their lovers as "the low class plebs"? 🤨

Well, sweeties, I have a bad news for you! There's the class system in your society. That system implies division into classes - low and high. Hence your baes belong to the low one. And they won't stop to belong to it even if you pulled them out of that environment. You can't "fix" them like that. Because the moment you've got bored with them they'll be left with nothing. As far as the system is still alive. The system in whose existence you - Bee and Ozz - are involved as deeply as Mammon. And his words about the "plebs" isn't just his individual opinion. It's the whole upper crust's point of view. So maybe you should try beating up the system? What's the use of your hassle with Mammon? You don't even reproach him for bigotry - that would be valid - but for being unfuckable. This whole situation seems not like fight for justice but like expression of your personal aversion. If so, then why the hell are you getting distracted from the court where the fate of one commoner is decided?

Oh! By the way Bee and Ozz doing it right in front of Satan. You know, that horrible and tough dictator who would shut anyone up the second they dare disobey him. Defend Blitz? Woooah, nooo, no way! Satan is a big meanie, he won't allow this! Bicker with Mammon like there's no tomorrow? Ha, easy-peasy! Satan won't mind. And surprisingly he actually doesn't! Instead, he just... suggests to take the vote + facepalms a bit later. Is this some kind of punishment for inappropriate behavior or is Satan simply fine with the whole nonsense he's surrounded by? I mean, Satan has brought Sins together for this event and now these idiots are sitting behind him and not paying attention (Bel's literally sleeping!). Can't this be seen as disrespectful? No?! Apparently Satan could get mad only if Ozzie speaks the truth out, right? Great 😒

Anyway, let's get back to Bee and Ozz. They were doing that childish nonsense... and what have they achieved? Well, they've managed to make Mammon suck a d. Wow, the true heroes we deserve! Now all the imps and hellhounds rotting in poverty and slavery could breathe easily. Bravo!

And look how frigging cheerful these mfs are! May I remind you they're doing this right after the Goetias have voted for Blitzø's execution and now...

HE'S ABOUT TO FUCKING DIE!!!

What were they even thinking about at that exact moment?!

"We've failed to help this imp and now he's gonna die??? Awww, nooo, poor thing... Anyway! Let's push a dick into the greedy pig's throat! Yeah, we're so cool and edgy. Besties goals!"

And then we're supposed to hate Mammon because he doesn't care about the trial and messes around. But when Bee and Ozz do the exact same thing we should root for them? Really!?!!?

My honest reaction for all this crap:

Conclusion: The narrative (and Viv) wants us to regard Bee and Ozz as the good capitalists, although they put in almost no effort. They do the bare minimum and the standom is justifying them by lack of power and "Satan is the law". However, the lack of power and "Satan is the law" don't stop them from bickering with Mammon in the middle of the trial.

Thus Bee and Ozz prefer to get distracted by stupid childish nonsense without any significant value (and they do this enthusiastically) instead of helping Blitzø and his team. They don't try to noticeably change the status quo on a daily basis as well, even support it (Bee's slave trade). Still, they're admired by the whole fandom as if they're victims of circumstance who are simply deprived of the opportunity to do anything. And this hypocritical rhetoric is pissing me off so much.

*No, I won't take the arguments "But Mammon is closeted! Bee didn't know he's ace! She would never say that if she knew!" Yeah, she didn't know, alright... But guess who did know about Mammon being the ONLY grown-up asexual character in the whole show? Vivziepop! Oh, also SHE wrote this episode. So she was the one who has approved the idea of a "positive" and beloved character mocking an asexual for not getting laid. Therefore the fact Bee PROBABLY didn't know doesn't really make this better for me.

[zenokei]

blue lock manga chapter 271 spoilers, mentions, and analysis (this is an absolute word vomit)

my drabbles, understanding, and analysis on the itoshi family goes something like: when the itoshi parents didn’t know how to properly deal with rin’s behavior when he was little but sae seemed to be the only one that can ‘understand’ and ‘get along’ with rin—they unintentionally gave the responsibility to sae.

i suspect that their thinking is something along the lines of “sae seems like he’s got an understanding of rin that we don’t, maybe it’s better that way, he’s rin’s big brother, after all.”

and honestly, i think that’s why we as the readers find the itoshi parents “distant” from the brothers’ lives.

but do i think they’re bad parents? not necessarily, although i also do think that they could’ve done more. but given certain circumstances…it’s kind of subjective.

let’s talk about itoshi mom first

evidently, itoshi mom is a very concerned mother: she doubts herself, she worries for rin (and sae), and she’s generally lost.

and how could she not feel all those things?

i perceive this as she’s a mother who doesn’t distance herself from her children, but because she doesn’t know what to do at all, she seems hopeless and doesn’t have any solution to fix things. naturally, she has the instinct to do what a parent should in times like scolding, etc—however, this is blue lock, everyone has their own ‘ego’, yet some of those inner desires are just cultivated beyond rationality at this point.

(which strengthens my suspicion about the itoshi parents unconsciously putting the responsibility of rin’s behavior onto sae…)

now, itoshi dad

honestly, i don’t have much to say about him, he’s pretty hands off with what’s happening with their children.

as seen, he does seem more composed and lax about everything, and sae definitely got that from him. i wonder if it’s because of itoshi dad’s ‘talks’ (?) with sae that somewhat developed sae to be the big brother he was to rin back when they were little.

i believe the narrative is just implying that he doesn’t think much of the behavioral differences that rin and sae show, even when rin gets injured and gets in trouble, which is a little yikes on his end but that’s just what i understood.

most definitely, the siblings got the trait of being closed off from their dad, lol.

overall, i still don’t believe they’re bad parents whatsoever. however, i do want to talk about my recurring theory that the itoshi parents gradually placed the responsibility of rin’s behavior (and his whole development) onto sae.

let’s discuss the impact of itoshi sae

when sae was around 13-14, he went to spain, and during the pre-teen/teenage years of the itoshi brothers, their family seems rather peaceful.

the itoshi parents—aside from the pride and joy they felt about sae’s success as a rising soccer player—seem rather refreshed, anew, and just happier. they don’t carry the gloom of being worried for their children’s behavior anymore.

but why?

it’s because of rin and sae’s bond over soccer. from a young age, rin has joined his big brother’s soccer team as they both relished the games they could never play with anyone else aside from each other. basically, the itoshi brothers found what they were for. and they definitely got occupied over it.

though i’m only connecting the dots for my own analysis, i firmly believe that the moment rin played soccer with sae, he found a way for his destructive mindset to be utilized. through soccer—the only thing rin has been focusing on—rin was able to effectively let out his desire to break, destroy, and kill what’s “amazing/perfect”.

and who was the only one there by his side, every pass after pass and goal after goal? of course, it’s his big brother. the one to only truly understand and see rin from the very beginning.

honestly, it all makes me wonder if the itoshi parents ever talked to sae one-on-one about rin’s behavior. (which honestly makes sense, because sae seems like a pretty obedient kid). but at the same time, what are the chances it made sae extremely analytical, too?

i mean, sae was deemed a prodigy at what 7 years old? that’s seriously insane. so it shouldn’t be a surprise that all of what’s leading up to the ego of the itoshi siblings plays a big part. i’m leaning on the possibility that sae was somehow influenced by the itoshi parents to be more keen or observant on rin—that or sae was only doing what he did out of pure instinct, that’s entirely plausible.

however, whatever the course may be, the outcome that sae noticed something with rin (even before their ego in soccer) will not change.

from this point onwards is just my random babbles about the itoshi family’s relationship (kind of…)

“but when sae left for spain the itoshi parents didn’t appear to care about rin-” i am not hearing that. we should remember that blue lock is (honestly borderline but whatever) about SOCCER.

i believe the first ever backstory we got of the itoshi siblings was only soccer-centered, and in rin’s perspective/narration. why would his parents be included in his soccer career when they most definitely weren’t?

again, i don’t believe that they’re bad parents.

also, i doubt that itoshi mom would ever just stop worrying about rin, even when he’s grown up! in fact, i think that with sae leaving for spain, she probably felt even worried because their children are separated. yet at the same time, i do see her not knowing what to really do again. perhaps they had no cameo after the airport scene because rin found it irrelevant in regards to soccer and his ego.

but, then again, i’m very certain that the itoshi parents do care for their children, and are still connected to them somehow…just not when it comes to the field.

aside from the second backstory (the most recent one) they look out for them (i assume this goes for rin too). in the character book the egoist bible, sae mentioned how his parents send him salted kelp from home to go with his rice when he asks. additionally, we saw itoshi dad say in their first back story for sae to “take care of your health!” as he leaves for spain. the itoshi parents do seem to care for rin and sae as supportive parents of athletes, however, only in the sidelines, because i personally don’t think it goes deeper than that.

honestly, everything for me is pointing that the itoshi parents aren’t active and present in the itoshi brothers’ soccer careers. not necessarily implied, but in the ‘another blue lock: episode omotesando’, rin is the only one seen that has a ticket to sae’s japan triumphant match. a ticket sae sent—of which i assume—only to him.

although this is all still just my speculation, i am still leaning on that the itoshi parents aren’t really relevant in the itoshi siblings’ soccer life, but rather, they play a role in how they ended up developing.

that’s all!

again, this are just my own thoughts about this chapter. this is not canon by any means and i am not forcefully saying what i am discussing is right and should be deemed the only theory/ies out there.

i’d love to talk more about theories and analyses on blue lock, let’s chat!

[luna-loveboop]

So one thing I like about Time is that he will talk about his life and journeys

He talks about it! He'll tell the boys stories and answer questions. (...when asked)

Obviously he tells his family- Malon knows everything

But he has also never held back from telling the boys stories or answering questions

I'm still always cackling over him telling them about gerudo town- he is way too proud to brag about being a mischievous gremlin

"I proved to be a greater thief than all of ganons tribe"- oh yeah. He's definitely the good influence. (That's sarcasm, Wars is the one good example for the younger ones.)

He just. He looks so smug to tell them about his experiences with the Gerudo- I love how often we see him just talking to them and answering questions about his life.

Even if it's clearly painful memories- he has still always told them

*sobs*

Obviously Time talks to Twilight the most about stuff- and everyone knows that (to where Sky went to him for questions about Time)

But the thing that get me the most is Wind.

Wind asked about... everything! Wind asked about his first journey and his life- and Time told him

The sheer transition from

"I was wondering... about your original journey"

To

"You told me about your original journey. Everything you said... the sages you described, the old traditions, the old stories- all of it! ...)

And this literally drives me insane because Time told him- Time told him everything! He told him about the sages, traditions- Time literally openly talked to Wind about his first Journey because he asked.

The Hero of Time's story had always been a tragedy- I mean... yikes. Trauma much? But I think people overlook this part of him- that he's older. All the hurt and scars are still there, but he has learned to talk about it to deal with it. And I think I know why- (Read)

Malon Malon Malon Malon!!! Jojo showed this set up for their marriage- Time was and is traumatized. But he and Malon worked to talk through things. I mean. Can you imagine keeping secrets from Malon? I don't want to. I feel like she would throw a cow at me. Anyways.

It takes a lot to work through trauma and learn to talk through it. Malon claimed him tho, so I don't think he had a choice. But seriously- she helped him work through things as family. Which led to a successful marriage for both of them, and got Time to where he can talk about these things with the boys :D

But

Time is a troll, so although he will share his insane life stories.... he will also say he fought the moon with no more context, and tell his wife that they have a descendant but not freaking tell her which one it is.

He's so insane I love it <3

Just don't forget this part of him... don't forget that rather it's sad or goofy or whatever- he will talk about his life. If someone simply asks

:)

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Art and comic by Jojo @linkeduniverse au! :DDD

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[ecc-poetry]

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WHAT YOU NEED TO BE WARNED (OR: INVENTORY AND APPRAISEMENT OF NEIL GAIMAN, HEREAFTER "DECEDENT")

prepared by Elisa Chavez 

I.  Do you know how much beauty there is in the world that you didn't create?

II.  The whole time, I wanted to put my hands to the screen to stop you coming through. In 2007 while you squirreled away another victim, I met you in San Diego. Asked a question. She and I were both 18 that year,  our hair and skin the same shade and more in common with each other than we'd ever have with you. But of course, I didn't know that. Then.

III.  I have read your poems.

Yikes.

If you understand you have failed, and if you pretend not to understand you have also failed. Eating is not sacrifice. Even birds know how to mimic. For years I wished I'd never seen those poems of yours, but I couldn't forget what they taught me: your hollow. Your knowinglessness.

IV.  Some of us are starting to feel like all these stories that gleamed stardust were really bits of ground-up glass you tricked us into swallowing. This is complicated by knowing that watching us swallow ground-up glass would probably get you off. When I cut myself on something in my house, the blood is scarlet. Once I stepped on a pin, saw an inch of it vanish in the meat of my big toe, and all I thought was, That's got to come out.

V.  Other men got to me, of course, which I think is my point: Even at your worst, you are replaceable.

VI.  In the forest, just past the thorned-over castle where the princess sleeps, there is a woman. Do not rape her. Turn left, where there is another woman. Do not rape her either.

Do not trust the you that breaks the wishbone of no between his fingers and spells success with it. Do not trust the little chorus you raised up from radishes.

Sometimes the act of handing out instructions demonstrates why they will not work.

VII.  Don't worry. Most of us will outlive you, and then we'll get to tell the story. I'm drafting your eulogy as we speak: It's an anthology  of tricks women learned to survive you,  how they chewed through your paper cages to hold each other, how they are putting out new leaves.

VIII.  I get my mushrooms from the supermarket  or the farmer's stand. I am not a myth about creation. Just like you are a master of holding the truth underwater until it stops moving. You ghost. You could strip a thousand women and you still wouldn't have anything.

[corpsedogs]

Dreaming costs money. (Jason Todd x reader)

✿ chapter 1 — recently, jason had messed with off black mask by raiding all his armory in one night. as revenge, black mask threatens to expose jason’s identity and put a bounty on his head unless he agrees to a deal. to win his freedom and keep his identity safe, he needs to bodyguard black mask’s daughter— who is a singer that recently came out of her hiatus. tag and masterlist

Jason and Sionis’ rivalry wasn’t something new. Their rivalry wasn’t new, just old, bitter, and the grudge grows stronger day by day. Black Mask saw Jason as a threat to his territory, and Jason? He saw Sionis as a rot that needed to be cut from Gotham for good. They’d traded blows, bullets, and blood— but neither had managed to bring the other down permanently.

Until.. one night.

After weeks of digging, Jason finally found the jackpot: every location of Sionis’ hidden armories. Of course, he didn’t hesitate. He raided them all in one night— wiped out half the weapons, stole the rest. It was a clean, and successful operation, he definitely won here.

Sionis didn’t take it well.

It was the break of dawn, the sun had just started bleeding into the Gotham skyline when Jason collapsed onto his bed. He didn’t bother changing, he was still in full gear, but he didn’t care at all. He was satisfied. Bone-deep tired, but satisfied.

He closed his eyes.

Creak.

Jason sat up instantly. There, another sound, softer this time. It was from the living room. Great, someone was in his apartment.

Gun already in hand, he approached the door silently, then yanked it open. A skinny man stood there, maybe late thirties, twitchy, hunched over in tattered clothes. His eyes widened when he saw Jason, specifically the barrel of Jason’s gun aimed right between him.

“Peace! Peace, I came in peace, man!” the man stutters with his thick Gothamite accent, hands shooting up.

Jason didn’t lower the gun. He stepped forward instead. “Who are you, and why are you in my apartment?”

The man fumbled with a satchel slung over his shoulder. “I’m just an informant! I swear! I’ve got something for you… from Black Mask!”

Jason didn’t wait for more. He cracked the man across the temple with the hilt of his gun and the guy dropped like a sack of potatoes.

Jason grabbed the note from his limp hand and unfolded it.

One sentence stopped him cold.

I know who you are, Jason Todd. Let’s talk. Or I talk first.

He let out a sharp breath. “What the fuck…”

With no sleep, he rushed to the manor.

“What do you mean he found out your identity?!” Tim exclaims as he reads the letter for the 7th time.

Jason rolled his eyes and collapsed into the nearest chair. “How else would he find my apartment?”

The letter read:

I know who you are, Jason Todd. Let’s talk. Or I talk first.

It was a stupid move, that little stunt you pulled. But two can play that game.

I know where you live. I know every patrol route you take.

Every assassin, crook, and lowlife in Gotham is going to know your face. I will make your life a living hell.

— Black Mask

Stephanie winced. “Yikes. You really pissed him off this time.” Duke leaned over the table, eyes fixed on the final line. “What does he mean by making your life a living hell?”

“I’m guessing he’s putting a bounty on Jason’s head,” Bruce said grimly, arms crossed. “Jason, I want you to stay at the manor until we can sort this out.”

Jason furrowed his brows, already shaking his head. Stay in the manor? Absolutely not. “No way. It’s my mess. I’m not dragging the rest of you into it.”

Dick placed a hand on Jason’s shoulder, “That’s not how this works. There’s a bounty on your head, Jason.” he says. Barbara nodded from her seat by the sofa. “He’s right. You’re a walking target.”

Jason crossed his arms. He hated this.. being fussed over, treated like he couldn’t handle himself. Were they the ones who had clawed his way back from the grave? No they didn’t. He fought so hard for his place, why do they get a say?

So, naturally, he ignored every warning.

After grabbing a few hours of sleep, he suited up and hit the streets. And Black Mask kept his word.

An assassin tried to ambush him on a rooftop. A group of thugs cornered him in Crime Alley. Goons on bikes chased him across the Narrows. Every hour, someone else took a shot.

It wasn’t just annoying, it was absolutely infuriating.

Jason clenched his fists as he gunned his bike down 6th Street, another molotov sailing past his head.

He needed to settle this.

Jason stops at one of his warehouses and doesn't even bother sneaking in. He walked straight through the front doors of the warehouse Sionis was holed up in like it was nothing. There were two smoking pistols in his hands as he steps over the unconscious guards like they were sidewalk cracks.

There he sat in his throne like chair at the fsr end of the room, cliche really. He was surrounded by his pawns who were shaking at their boots at the sight of the Red Hood.

“You wanted to talk?” Jason growled, guns still raised.

Sionis let out a scoff, waving a hand to dismiss his men then pouring whiskey on his glass. “Always gotta be this dramatic Hood? Put the guns down.”

Jason didn’t move.

He shrugs, “Suit yourself.” he says as he leans on his chair. “You cost me millions last week. You think I was just going to let that slide?”

“Thought you’d try,” Jason muttered.

Sionis scoffed, he could tell he was smirking under that mask. “Oh yeah? Then why’d you come running to me like a whipped dog?”

Jason stepped closer, “Cut the crap. What do I need to do to get your hit squads off my tail?”

Sionis slid a photograph across the table. Jason lowered his gun slightly and glanced at it. A girl—about his age, maybe a little younger. Professional headshot, the kind used for promo posters or glossy magazine spreads.

“Who’s that?” he asked cautiously. This better not be a hit job.

“My daughter,” Sionis said coolly. “She just came out of hiatus. The press love her, my rivals hate her, and apparently, someone’s trying to get her killed.”

Jason blinked. “You want me to babysit your daughter?”

“Bodyguard. Close protection. Whatever term soothes your bruised ego,” Sionis said. “You’ll keep her safe.. or I will leak your identity to every merc, assassin, and lunatic in Gotham. With your reputation? I’d be a rich man overnight.”

Jason furrows his brows, bodyguarding a singer? What kind of joke is this? Nevertheless, it was at least an easy job.

He snatched the photo off the table and slipped it into his pocket. “Fine. Who do I contact?”

“No need,” Sionis said with a smug tilt of his glass. “I gave her team your number. You’ll get a call by tomorrow.”

Jason paused. “You gave them my number?”

Sionis just smiled.

tags: @deadbeatphobos @lingxio

[hrtfelt4u]

heartstrings. | wonbin park.

044. be yours. (written portion)

“What’s the ETA for the others?” Wonbin asks you distractedly, turning into the parking lot of the release party’s nice venue.

You grab his phone to check, noticing all of your friends already at the location you’re now pulling into. 

“Looks like we’re the latest.” You say with amusement.

“Oh so now they want to be timely, huh?” 

You laugh, kissing your boyfriend’s cheek as he focuses on reversing into a spot. “You’re just mad because I didn’t let you delay us any further at mine. You can’t be late to your own party, you know.” 

Bin playfully rolls his eyes. 

“Well, I’ll have my way with you later then,” He pecks your lips after parking, eyes full of love, “Ready?”

“Yes, let’s do it.” 

You both exit the car, heading into the function. There’s a person to take your jacket at the door, and then Wonbin leads you in with a gentle hand on your waist. You’re looking around, searching for a familiar face and becoming nervous with the amount of influential people in the room. 

Of course, you knew Wonbin working for a very successful music label would warrant this type of crowd. It didn’t ease your anxieties about not fitting in as his plus-one though. 

Your boyfriend is quite well-known and is congratulated on his work as he revolves around the room, kindly introducing you to many people you’ve already forgotten the name of. You can’t make eye contact with artists you actually recognize, knowing the stress of being caught like a weirdo gawking would make your worries worse. 

After a small pause in chatting to people, Bin catches your eyes, stilling you. “What’s wrong, baby? Nervous?”

“A little. I just feel like I don’t fit in here.” You breathe out, still scanning the room. 

He pinches your chin, a small smile on his lips. “Love, you are perfect just the way you are. And you look beautiful, don’t worry about anything.” 

You nod, making an effort to believe him before your lips tucking into your mouth, gaze catching on someone over Wonbin’s shoulder. Your head immediately turns in surprise, mouth dropping with eyes wide. 

“Bin… you did not tell me Jay would be here.”

Wonbin makes a similar face to you, catching your ex across the room when he subtly turns. “Well… shit. I shouldn’t be surprised. Any producer with good connections would be here right now.” 

“Yikes…” You whisper, avoiding eye contact with him, “This is awkward, him seeing us here together. Especially after my last run-in with him.” 

Bin grins down at you, humor spreading on his expression. “Not any more awkward than my ex about to approach us.” 

“What?” You seethe out, about to whip around but Bin holds your elbow still. 

“Congratulations, Binnie,” Yujin slides in slyly, raising a glass of champagne with a saccharine voice. 

Wonbin belatedly reacts, choosing not to clink his nursing glass to hers, “To you as well.” 

She hums at his short response, her eyes going over to his arm over your form. “YN! Surprised to see you again! You look beautiful.” 

Internally, you’re bubbling with spite at the back-handed comment but know putting on an unbothered face is better for the situation. Wonbin opens his mouth to interrupt and put her in her place but you just grip his arm tighter to stop him.

“You look gorgeous as well.” 

“Thanks! There’s lots of friends and family around. A bunch of cool artists too. Let me know if you want me to introduce you to anyone.” 

You only nod, hopefully this woman would get the hint you don’t fuck with her. Yujin continues to hold Wonbin capture in conversation, promptly ignoring you. You would continue to be bothered by it but you notice Jurin and Anton’s figures from across the room. 

You thank the higher powers above, excusing yourself with Wonbin reluctantly letting his hold on you go when you gesture to them across the room. His subtle face of being betrayed and left alone makes you laugh a little as you walk away, knowing he’d be whining about it later. 

You’re grateful for the reprieve, taking a deep breath to grab another flute of champagne. Jurin and Anton give hugs in greeting, gesturing grandly behind them at the big table of appetizers. 

“Oh thank goodness there’s food. I need to stress eat.” You giggle, beginning to make a small plate for yourself. 

“You’re not alone. Hannie’s stuffing his face in the corner.” Tonie points to your mutual friend, doing said thing while conversing with someone. 

“What’s he to be worried about? I’m stressed because I just met Ravyn Lenae. He’s practically rubbing shoulders with celebrities on a daily basis.” “You’re dramatic,” Jurin rolls her eyes, “It’s because he spotted Gaeul here as Yujin’s plus one. He’s more eating away his angry words.” 

“Oh, don’t remind me,” You shove a cracker in your mouth, “I just abandoned Binnie in Yujin’s company. I can’t stand her fake politeness, knowing she’s tried to get back with him whilst knowing my existence.” 

“Are you going to say anything to her? Heard she’s been flirting with your man.” Tonie teasingly sings, bumping your shoulder. 

“No, why would I? If he was that easy to steal, she could go ahead. Besides, I’m pretty confident Wonbin despises her more than I do at this point.” 

You lead their gaze to your boyfriend afar, his expression bordering on full annoyance. 

“Way for the tides to change. I don’t know why I ever told that girl Wonbin was single.” Jurin murmurs, taking a big sip of her drink. 

“You could say the same about Gaeul and Hannie,” Tonie mumbles, “Speaking of, who did our charming boy come with?”

Instantly, a smug smile grows on you and Jurin’s faces, contributing to Anton’s confusion. 

“Oh, you’re gonna get a kick out of this.” You laugh.

As if on cue, Sohee appears exiting a hallway from the bathroom. Your co-worker is dressed impeccably, seeing as you’ve never seen your friend attend an occasion in a suit. He approaches his date, throwing an arm over Seunghan’s shoulder with a silly smile and a whisper in his friend’s ear. 

The two are clearly here for a little prank, teasing Gaeul by the bar who keeps looking over to the two, a mix of bewilderment and shock written in her body language. 

Anton is cracking up, almost spilling his drink all over the floor. You and Jurin join in when Sohee and Hannie purposefully kiss each other’s cheek to really sell this whole joke of them being together. Anyone that knows them well enough can read through all this to see Sohee is hating every second under his breath.

“And I thought Channie was the worst when committing to bits. This is another level.” Jurin sighs out, holding her stomach from laughing too much. 

“I think they should kiss on the lips to really sell it.” You smirk, hiding your expression behind your flute of champagne. 

Sohee finally notices your arrival, quickly tugging Seunghan up from his seat and bidding goodbye to their company. 

“Surprise, surprise.” Sohee sings, dapping up Tonie.

“He is way too giddy to be here right now.” Hannie mumbles, shaking his head. 

Jurin tugs on Hannie’s arm to toss it over Sohee’s shoulder, “C’mon boys! Really give off boyfriend vibes right now.” “I was just saying earlier, I think you two need to kiss to sell it.” You squint at the two, shoving at Sohee. 

Hannie purses his lips, about to lean in but the latter panics, jerking away like he’s about to touch fire. 

“Too much, man! God, the things I do to get a glimpse at PinkPantheress…”

“Aw, you’re not just here for me? I’m hurt…” Hannie pouts in joking.

“Did you see a while back that Channie tagged Yujin and Gaeul on one of your dumbass tweets?” Tonie mentions with humor. 

Hannie only shrugs, clearly unbothered. “Meh. On the topic of exes, I saw He Who Must Not Be Named wandering around earlier.” 

“Ah, Jay?” Jurin raises a perfect brow at, “Is that why he’s floating around us like Casper the Ghost?” 

You finally notice his presence, lost as to what his deal was. At your observance, he finally comes over.

“Having a good time, everyone?” He asks politely, everyone putting on a nice expression at his bravery to walk over. 

Multiple of you reply with meek responses, Jay and Seunghan starting to converse about their work. Sneaking up, Sion scares Jurin from behind, forcing the latter to slap him on instinct. 

“Where have you been?” Tonie urgently whispers. You’re lost as to why he’s so concerned and it shows his face.

“ He’s my plus one. Juria rejected the poor guy. Sion answers your silent question, promptly ignoring his best friend’s question. 

“I did not get rejected. She said no because we’re not together and that it would’ve been weird if I brought her along.”

“Oh really?” Sion purses his lips, “That’s news to me! What have you two hooligans been doing anyway? Lollygagging about, toeing between the lines of dating and not?” 

“You’re insufferable. Leave the two alone.” You muse, heavily entertained at Sion’s confrontation while you lean on his shoulder.

“What? Aren’t you curious too?” Sion peeks down at you, “These two will give me an aneurysm by age 30.” 

“Mind your own business. Besides, I’d wait for a millenia for her if need be.” Anton shrugs, his true feelings reflecting through with the big grin on his cheeks.

“Impossible to mind my business given the nature of this friend group. And by the way, you’re a lovesick loser.” Sion simply states. You nod to back him up, Anton’s eyes going between you two with blinking eyes. 

“Now I understand why Wonbin tries to keep you two apart.” 

“Ridiculous. My Binnie poo would never try to separate me from my twin.” Sion gasps. 

Seunghan and Jay have stopped talking, the latter interrupting your guys’ discussion to speak to you. 

“YN! How have you been?” 

Taken aback on his confidence to speak to you, you give a small smile, lost on how to respond. 

“... Good! How about you?” 

“Been doing alright. Hope you’ve been well since the last time I saw you.” 

Your jaw shifts, nodding deliberately slowly. “Right… yes. I’ve been doing great.”

“Oh, she has been.” 

Wonbin comes up from behind, a fake smile plastered on his features following his words. He kisses your cheek to send a message. 

“Happy to see you again, Jay.”

He doesn’t respond, making strong eye contact with Wonbin before decidingly walking away. Jurin whistles low, shoving at Binnie’s shoulder after. 

“You are heartless.”

“I’m actually curious,” You chirp, smiling softly up to your boyfriend, “What did you say to him last time?”

“Well, he asked me how I knew you,” Wonbin notes, curling a piece of hair behind your ear softly, “And I told him that we’re talking. He accused me of playing with your heartstrings, given my reputation.”

You scoff. “That’s rich of him.” 

“Exactly. I said I’d treat you better than he ever would, and the next time we’d meet, I’d be yours.”

You roll your eyes at his confidence. “You’re lucky you’re right, you know? Otherwise your next run-in with him would’ve been really embarrassing for you.”

“I am very lucky.” 

“Get a room, you two!” Sohee squawks, pretending to gag. 

Bin simply grabs a cracker from your plate and eats it, a smug smile on his lips. “God forbid a man appreciate his amazing catch of a girlfriend.” 

“Boo!” Sohee moans, throwing up a big thumbs-down towards the both of you until Hannie wrangles him in by the neck. “Why are you jealous? Your amazing boyfriend is right here!” Hannie giggles, forcing him closer for another kiss on the cheek. 

Sohee only bares his teeth and accepts his fate. “I refuse to be humiliated like this ever again.”

You all laugh, enjoying each other’s company. As everyone converses, your anxieties lessen, and you know you should be thanking the man by your side. Looking up to Wonbin, he’s grinning while listening to your mutual friends. 

He’s practically radiant, glowing compared to everyone else in the room and a sense of pride in his accomplishments grows in your chest. Many other people have worked hard alongside him here but you’ve seen Wonbin’s dedication the most. 

You tuck into his side more, giving your lover a tight squeeze. He glances down to you, as always, noticing your shift in mood and grinning. 

“You okay, pretty?”

“By your side? Always.”

___

(ignore timestamps unless stated otherwise)

author's note: we're wrapping up soon :') so crazy that it's almost over...

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[yuurei20]

Updated Silver Facts Part 48: Silver and Idia (pt2)

Idia struggles with being forced to sing at Noble Bell College and Silver encourages him to conquer his aversion, saying that he will be a better mage for it.

Ortho reveals that Idia isn’t actually averse to singing at all and Silver guesses that he must be feeling self-conscious, teaching him the secret to singing as it was taught to him by Lilia: looking at his reflection in water.

Silver says the trick has been passed down since olden times, and has helped him a lot. (Idia: “What are you even talking about? I literally don't know what that's supposed to accomplish.”)

When the reflection trick fails Silver decides that practice is their only option, and Idia should sing in front of them to build his confidence (Idia: “I DON'T WANNAAA!”)

Silver and Idia are grouped together in Fleur City, and when Idia becomes animated over the discovery of hand-crafted wood figures Silver says, “I'm glad Idia's enjoying himself. He's been so quiet, I was worried he might be feeling under the weather.”

After Malleus, Azul and Idia read Rollo’s diary Silver comments on how Idia has again become quiet, wondering what has affected him so much.

After hearing of Idia’s exploits with Rollo, Silver says that Idia deserves to celebrate his accomplishments. Ruggie suggests and air toss and both Silver and Sebek agree, with Silver encouraging Sebek to lift Idia’s legs. (Idia is spared by Malleus hurrying the group along.)

Idia is still resistant to having to sing at the social, saying that assuming one’s own voice is a gift is “kinda presumptuous,” he could never be that optimistic, and it would be better for all of them if he sat out the performance so as not to make things harder for the rest of the group.

Silver interrupts Idia and Sebek’s argument to ask why it is that Idia must constantly put himself down, saying, “I know that sometimes being pessimistic can make you feel better, but that doesn't mean you should talk that way all the time. Eventually, those dark thoughts will negatively impact your behavior and your future!”

Idia says he is weirded out by SIlver’s lecture (“I literally told you guys I couldn't be a lead singer”) and Silver reveals that he knows that Idia has actually been practicing daily, in secret from the rest of the group: “It's not about whether the song is a success or not. The important thing is that we all banded together to sing with one voice.”

Silver assures him, “People believe in you. And not just Ortho. Malleus, Azul, and everyone here... myself included, of course.”

Sebek comments on how rare it is to see Silver so talkative and Idia responds, “who has a motivational speech ready to go at the drop of a hat? Diasomnia gets a mega-yikes from me.”

Silver goes to Idia after the performance to compliment him again, saying, “What I said before didn't fully convey how I felt. I wanted to share my thoughts in greater depth.”

Silver apologizes for the presumptuousness of his speech, as he just wanted to encourage him, but then “the rest sort of…happened.”

Silver says that Idia put on a wonderful show, and his voice has a kind quality to it: “I could feel how much you care.”

[arget-star]

red 'cause i'm shy, you're my angel in white

Sakura Haruka x F!Reader

A/N: Happy Holidays to everyone who celebrates! I hope they are a joyful time <3 Title unashamedly taken from Christmas Love by Stray Kids This is set within the By Any Other Name verse, but you don't have to read that first :)

tags: none! just fluff :)

wc: 2k

about: Sakura has never experienced a traditional Christmas Eve. He wants to make is special for you

For all the mystery surrounding Sakura, he can be surprisingly easy to read. There’s no hidden agenda with him—what you see is what you get. Even his angry outbursts are easy to decipher, once you get to know him.

Something’s weighing heavy on his mind. That little crease forms on his forehead when he thinks you’re not paying attention, and you’ve caught him texting more than once over the last two weeks. His phone never stops buzzing, courtesy of Class 1-1’s group chat, but he usually scoffs and ignores the thing. Replies from him are a rare thing; a text conversation actually holding his attention is unheard of.

When you asked him about it, an offhand little inquiry over dinner one night, he’d shrugged. “Umemiya’s plannin’ our next captain’s meeting.” But he couldn’t meet your eyes as he said it. Sakura went as far as shoving his phone in his pocket, face a charming shade of pink. You didn’t push the matter; Sakura will tell you when he’s ready. It’s not like you’re concerned he’s cheating or involved in some nefarious matter. He’d struggled enough asking you out for your first official date. Not to mention, if he ever did try and pull some nonsense, Suo and Nirei wouldn’t hesitate in knocking sense back into Sakura’s head.

A day or so after you’d asked him, the texting stopped. He was more engaged than he’d been recently, so you considered everything done and over with. Whatever was going on sounded like Bofurin business.

The odd behavior starts up again a week before Christmas. This time around, along with the increased texting and furrowed brows, he keeps opening his mouth, like he’s about to ask you something, then closing it just as suddenly. You remain patient, despite the worry niggling the edges of your thoughts. Sakura’s demeanor towards you hasn’t changed. If he was upset about something you did, he’d be straightforward enough to tell you.

You both opted to stay in tonight—Sakura’s patrol ran late because everyone in town, according to him, needed help shoveling snow away from their storefronts. It’s sweet, how much he cares, and equally endearing how hard he tries not letting it show. You didn’t mind a lazy evening in yourself. End of term exams consumed your school hours, leaving you exhausted by the time the final bell rang.

You have a sneaking suspicion Sakura prefers lounging around his apartment. There’s no chance of anyone in town purposefully riling him up when they catch sight of the two of you together.

Curled up on the secondhand couch, you lean your weight against him, holding out a volume of some new manga Nirei had recommended. Sakura’s only half paying attention; he keeps asking you to go back a page, or who that character is, or why they’re at that other guy’s house. You’re in the middle of summarizing the last chapter when the cushions vibrate.

Sakura jolts. Fingers scramble for the phone laying underneath his thigh. You trail off mid-explanation, watching Sakura’s expression. A blush creeps up his neck despite the prominent frown curling his lips. The phone buzzes again, his knuckles tightening around the device. Yikes; whoever’s on the other end is in for it next time Sakura seems them in person.

One more buzz. His eyebrow—the white one—twitches. You close the tankōbon, setting it carefully beside you and shifting so your body is facing him. A charged silence settles around you. Patience can only go so far; you’re worried, and a little irritated he’s not making even the smallest attempt at communicating. More messages arrive in rapid fire succession. With each, Sakura’s cheeks turn darker, emanating a heat you can practically feel. He keeps sneaking glances at you, little flashes of gold from beneath a fringe of white bangs.

“Sakura, what’s going on?” You ask gently, daring to rest a hand atop his knee. Physical affection is still a gamble with him. The rules change depending on where you are, who you’re with, his overall mood. Figuring them out is a bumpy, ever evolving road; one you’re proud to navigate so long as it’s with him.

“Hah?” Nothin’!” He says, far too loudly, jumping both at your voice and touch. (Too late, he realizes you didn’t use his first name.) You remove your hand. He fumbles with the phone, finally turning it off and letting it drop unceremoniously into his lap.

Now you frown. Sakura isn’t the type to keep secrets. There are things he doesn’t discuss, like what led to his arrival in Makochi, and that’s fine. You don’t care about any of that. You do, however, care about what’s currently going on in his life, especially as it pertains to your relationship. “It’s clearly not nothing,” you reply, with more bite than you intend.

Mismatched eyes meet your own for what feels like the first time all evening. Gold and blue widen in momentary alarm; he’s caught, and you both know it. His throat works as he swallows back an undoubtedly angry retort. In any other circumstance, you’d be proud of him. Right now, you’d take his misplaced anger over whatever this is.

You’re rarely truly upset with him. Huffy over petty squabbles here and there, like any couple, things that blow over in an afternoon. This time, there’s genuine hurt flickering in your eyes, and Sakura notes how you’ve stopped touching him completely. A sigh escapes his nose a split second before the cursed phone buzzes again.

“They never shut up,” Sakura grumbles. He rubs the back of his neck with one hand, turning his attention to the floor. “I asked ‘em for advice.”

You pause. The admission halts your rising annoyance in its tracks, makes you reconsider the situation. Christmas Eve is around the corner. Judging by his unspoken past, it would not surprise you to learn he’s never celebrated the holiday properly. Your heart skips a beat. You’d love to give everyone who ever made Sakura feel less an incredibly loud piece of your mind. Perhaps a taste of your fists, for good measure.

“Advice about what?” You prod softly. His phone remains untouched in his lap. A lengthy pause follows your question. You’re about to encourage him again when he finally, finally, catches your eyes.

“…D’you wanna go out on Christmas Eve? With me?” Using every ounce of will in his body, Sakura forces himself to stay put. A faint tremor runs through him with the effort. His brain screams at him to run, that old irrational fear of his that you’ll wind up laughing in his face overriding any reasonable thoughts to the contrary.

He knows he’s terrible at this. But you always take it in stride, smiling at him like he’s somehow worthy of being loved.

You’re smiling now. “Haruka,” you say with a surprised exhale—or perhaps it’s relief—cradling his burning face in your cool palms. “Of course I do.”

He’ll never get tired of hearing you say his name. He can’t take it anymore; he looks away, shoulders dropping as the tension leaks away. Dammit, when he tells everyone, they’ll blow up that stupid messaging app all over again. If he waits until he sees them in class, then he’s just asking for them to all pile on him in celebration. Which isn’t so terrible anymore, all things considered.

What a study in contradictions, you think, watching the gears turning in his head. The brilliant blush of his has yet to fade. He’s subtly leaning into your touch, and you swear you catch the faintest hint of a smile tucked in the corner of his lips.

“I was hoping you’d ask.” Initially, you’d planned to spend another quiet evening with him, laughing over homemade karaage while watching the snow fall outside.

“Yeah, well, I did!”

Honestly, you’re impressed he lasted this long without letting off some steam. It’s an improvement from the day he’d asked you out, officially—after barely getting the words out through gritted teeth and a blush to rival this one, he’d stalked off without waiting for your response. Later, you’d heard him yelling at who you assume was Suo-chan. You never did give Sakura a proper answer; just showed up at the agreed restaurant five minutes early and that was that.

Laughing, you release his face, settling back down on the couch. “Please tell everyone I said hello.”

“No.”

(It’s the first thing he does upon entering class the next morning.)

Sakura keeps his hands tucked into his jacket pockets as you stroll along Tonpu Street. Something as simple—as normal—as threading your fingers together is out of the question among the crowed streets. Too many eyes on him, too many people liable to say the wrong thing and set him off. Part of discovering his unspoken rules about physical affection required learning it’s not just how Sakura feels while doing it; it’s how others affect his overall feelings.

Put plainly, he doesn’t want to give anyone more ammunition to start a fight with him.

So you’ve found little ways to compromise. He maintains his dignity and you can still satisfy the urge to be affectionate with him. A desire you know for a fact he also feels. One day, you’re sure he’ll overcome whatever mental hurdle prevents him from doing so in public.

Tonight, you wrap your left hand around his right bicep, both of your shoulders brushing with every step. You prefer this arrangement to holding his hand, truthfully. Not that you’d ever tell him that—you don’t want to risk ruining his carefully built-up comfort.

“We helped put some of these up,” Sakura says, tilting his head at the many strings of lights crisscrossing the street. Their golden glow turns the snow the same burnished bronze as his eye.

“Beautiful,” you reply. Predictably, his cheeks redden, though you don’t think he caught on to the fact you meant him instead of the lights.

You steal glances at him as you wander down the street. Lights reflect off his hair, highlighting the snowflakes stuck to the black strands. He’s scanning the streets with the same purpose he does while on patrol, but you catch him lingering on all the Christmas displays. Beautifully decorated trees adorn various shop windows. Little kids all bundled up in jackets and beanies weave between the crowds, giggling as they clutch boxed up pastries in their gloved hands. A few couples pass by; Sakura misses the first pair, but he makes a surprised noise when the second one stops a few feet in front of you, the girl placing a kiss on her partner’s cheek.

Sakura’s arm tenses beneath you. Muffling a laugh, you tug him along, following the pervasive scent of fresh bread. “Come on. I think Cactus made Christmas cake!”

He follows for a couple steps without protest, if only to get away from the affectionate scene playing out in front of you, and then his brain catches up with your statement. “Christmas what?”

Again, you’re struck with the urge to pummel everyone who ever ignored Sakura. He’s rubbing off on me.

“Christmas cake!” You repeat cheerfully. That doesn’t answer his question, but he appreciates how you never make him feel like an idiot when he unintentionally reveals just how little he knows about the world. “Sponge cake with strawberries and whipped cream. It’s delicious.”

Sakura considers this. He doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth—all that sugar gives him a headache—but the last thing he wants to do is kill your enthusiasm. “If you say so.” It’s petulant, because he doesn’t know any other way to be. He’s trying, even if it doesn’t always seem that way.

You squeeze his arm and lead him through Cactus’ front door. One of the bakers snaps his head up from behind the counter to greet you and Sakura, recognition breaking across his face. “Oh, you’re one of the Furin boys! Hold on, please!”

What a difference it makes, being singled out for something other than his appearance.

A handful of other customers begin whispering to each other. You catch a faint thank you! from someone that goes unanswered. Sakura’s tensing up again, scowling through another blush. Another five seconds and he’ll start throwing punches. “Tch, I’m just takin’ care of business.”

You’ve stepped into his line of sight, prepared to calm him down should he need it. Pride glows warm in your chest instead; he’s looking off to the side as he says it, though you consider the fact he said it at all a victory. You smile, a soft, sweet thing, the type of smile that makes Sakura feel all weird inside. Weird in a good way, he determined all those months ago—because now he has the oddest impulse to smile right back.

The baker returns with a box in his hand. “Enjoy the cake, you two!”

Sakura’s almost-smile drops. He swipes the box, then pauses. “Ain’t this a bread place?”

“He means thank you,” you sigh. Tactful as ever, your Sakura. The baker, to his credit, looks unbothered. He waves before darting behind the counter to assist another customer. You usher Sakura out of Cactus, the little bell above the door chiming in time with your exit.

“It was a genuine question,” Sakura states, hands curled carefully around the box.

“They’re allowed to make other things. Like a special cake for Christmas.” A pause. “Ready to go home?”

You say it so casually. So easily. He doesn’t understand how you’re able to do that. He also doesn’t understand what’s so important about this damn cake, and why it makes your eyes sparkle, or why it suddenly matters to him that this is the best slice of sponge-strawberry whatever you’ve ever tasted.

“Yeah,” he replies, voice suddenly a little hoarse. “Let’s go.”

Truthfully, you would not have minded enjoying the Christmas lights a little longer. Everything felt more magical this year. Most likely due to the boy sitting on the tatami across from you, staring dubiously at the slice of the expertly crafted treat on his plate.

You’ve never spent Christmas Eve in love before.

But you could tell his already wire-thin patience was fraying down to practically nothing. The clear thought and effort he put into this entire evening is more than enough for you.

Sakura cuts off a piece of cake with his fork. You watch him eagerly, your own dessert momentarily forgotten. He chomps down on it, lowering the fork as he chews. A crumb clings to the corner of his lips.

“Well?” You prompt when he swallows.

“It’s…why’re you starin’? It’s good, alright?” There’s no anger behind the words; they’re just a reflex at this point.

Triumphant, you cut your own piece of cake, raising the fork in a mock toast towards him. “Merry Christmas, Haruka.”

That weird feeling returns. He almost—almost—wants to run away, or start shouting, but the reaction is delayed. Distant. Whatever you’ve done to him, he doesn’t hate it. Finding comfort in someone else isn’t the worst thing in the world. His expectations of other people have changed. Slowly. He’ll never completely shake what the lessons of his youth taught him, but he is grateful that tiny shift allowed you into his life.

“M-merry Christmas,” he replies, spearing another bite of cake onto his fork.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Ok, Top Form. I've had a bad week. Please be the glorious sexy mess that I hope you are.

I am so happy Smart is back!

He was my favorite actor in Don't Say No, there was something about his charisma that just came right through the screen.

Ah, so Akin is already Very Big.

No, don't stop in the crosswalk, Jin baby... They really don't get how much they've traumatized us already, do they?

Although having him almost be run over by his own team is a new take, I guess!

Smart's hair looks so gooooood. I wanna touch it.

What a first meeting... love the framing. Akin so far above Jin at this point.

Poor little mint.

Oh no, not the rating going down! Be nice, Akin, he's a baby.

Wait, wait, wait...this music is the same they used for the Our Skyy 2 teaser trailer, right? I'm pretty sure, I watched that trailer about 200 times.

Hehe, not the branding shade.

This is being shot in a really interesting way. I like it so far, it feels a lot less static than a lot of shows.

Also, gorgeous setting.

I do feel for actors who are trying to do a proper scene, and getting a "the label's the wrong way" kind of feedback. That's gotta be so frustrating.

Ugh, Aof is the worst. This feels like it was written by someone who's worked with annoying brand owners, lol. Of course, I'm sure they'll still be doing plenty of product placement. Gotta get that bread.

I think Akin just got Jin to imprint on him.

I am also very curious about how Boom and Smart filmed this, and if they were both able to cry on cue.

Also very interesting that Akin kept crying while Jin was acting...

I was wondering about Akin's motivation to help Jin, if he really just wanted to get it all over with and go home, but it does seem like he has a caring side if he's thinking about the crew. I like that.

Ok, you know what, I give Jin a lot of credit too! We've had too many shows where one character overhears a little snippet that can be construed badly, and runs off upset. Jin consciously decides to move past it. Good boy.

Oh, Akin, don't act unaffected. He's too adorable and you know it.

There it is!

Damn, their chemistry. Just a shoulder touch is making me feel things!

So Jin is going to keep that mint box for life, right?

Geez, Jade has a dark view of success. Probably realistic for the industry, but yikes.

Lolol, Jin is too cute. Strong golden retriever energy.

"Where is your focus?"... Um, I think on how much he wants to do you.

Oh poor Jin. But heyyy, our director is finally doing some actual directing! That was some good coaching.

Ahhhhh, the layers! So much deeper meaning to the dialogue!

Also people are 100% going to be shipping their characters in this cop show.

Whoa...wings!

Damn, this is already so erotic.

First episode, and I am sold!

[lochlogie]

Lochlan as Echo

I think the reason Saxon grimaces or internally groans when Lochlan says "and I saw you lying there and I thought you looked a little left out," is because, like this thread posits, Lochlan is Echo. He's holding up a mirror to Saxon in that moment.

Saxon is all about hedonistic pleasure seeking. In his mind, that's the only point to life and it justifies itself. It feels good and Saxon is a winner, a success, an alpha, whatever labels he clings to. So how could it be wrong?

Saxon has never textually assaulted any women, nor violated their boundaries (except Piper's, and also Chelsea's a little EDIT: and also his masseuse). But if Saxon ever has (it's more than a 0% chance), it was likely done out of selfish ignorance. "I thought you wanted it," because if Saxon wants it, it must be good enough for you too. Or it was done out of callousness. Why should he consider someone else's feelings when Saxon is the drug? He likely views sex with him as a privilege for someone else to experience, like his narcissistic traits run deep. Or he just doesn't care, let them get all messy.

And what does Lochlan do? He does cross Saxon's boundaries, Saxon does feel violated by the hand job. He does act like Saxon probably would. But what are Lochlan's rationalizations after the fact? "I thought you looked left out. You looked lonely and I know how important getting off is to you. I wanted to include you." Lochlan frames this violation as selfless. That doesn't justify it morally, but it is an important distinction between him and Saxon.

This is not the only interpretation of their dynamic, but as Saxon was trying to redpill Lochlan, basically everyone agreed before episode 5-6 that Lochlan would in some way "turn it around on Saxon," which he kind of did. Not because Saxon didn't actually enjoy it or because Saxon doesn't actually want Lochlan (I'm convinced of both), but because Lochlan shows him who he really is.

If Lochlan can engage in hedonistic and problematic behavior and view it as an act of love, inclusivity, and service, what's Saxon's excuse for doing the same things his whole life but openly and proudly doing them to serve himself, to take what he wants, to just use people?

I think it breaks Saxon's brain a little bit. Either he can't accept that this justification is real because he doesn't empathize with it, therefore doesn't understand it... or he is capable of empathy and hearing his little ingenue meow meow brother say "I did it for you 🥺" and he's realizing how much he fucked up and messed with Lochlan's head and, yes... groomed him. Either interpretation is valid, but Lochlan seconds later does confirm he thinks Saxon is a narcissist so?

Plus, if Saxon really was fantasizing about Lochlan and/or jerking off to Lochlan and Chloe having sex before Lochlan lent a hand... it kind of highlights how empathetic Lochlan is, in contrast to Saxon (and also Piper) which he'd have to be to survive in a family of narcissists (but that empathy is also what they prey on so... yikes). He could tell Saxon really wanted him, probably the whole time. If Saxon is attracted to Lochlan, and it sure is framed like that, then Lochlan's intuition was correct. Saxon was feeling left out. The characters aren't real, they can't be mistaken if the writer wants them to be correct.

He should've still asked (and Saxon would've said no of course), but I'm not going to act like what Lochlan did is on par with what Saxon-esque bros do when they say "I know you wanted it." Not even close unfortunately.

[qwellterqustoinmark]

DC X DP: UNKNOWING

"Is that true?" Fuck ass one asked and Danny blinked. Damn he should have payed attention shouldn't he? Well, most people probably would have but the moment they didn't use his name he knew he was alright. "What?" Danny askes a bit shyly despite the fact that it probably dosnt matter, and he dosnt really care.

Fuck ass one stared at him for a long long moment. A very pregnant moment. You know: Danny never understood that explample pregnancy dosnt pause-

Oh he's talking again.

"What do you mean Batman!?" Fuck ass one moved like a cartoon. Stretching and bending a heart fluttering like wings in his chest. "What do you mean what! Are you or are you not!" Green hair painted the sleek of the fuck asses head, Danny will admit he felt a little bad for the guy who looked like he died as a children's entertainer in a hospital. Danny sighs, running his hands down his face and ignoring the screams of frustration, "Look man, it's just, you don't really ask strangers that sort of thing." Danny really hoped he's gusseing whatever fuck ass wanted correctly.

"Like with our deaths, you don't get to ask someone to just-" Danny motioned isesly infrot of him "-you know?".

Facl ass, Danny should really get this guy's name before he leaves, opens his mouth and shuts it in quick succession. "I am not dead!?" He (or mabye it? Ghost quite like it pronouns, seen as more inclusive.) Danny grimced, because *yikes*.

Now- now he felt really bad. This was probably se obsession thing and the guys core was obviously quite young and he's pretty sure he didn't make a good frist impression by just letting the man's human fraid drag him here did he? Yikes was he this just.. pitiful when he first dropped? No wonder he had seven ghost ikeing for his head the moment he formed, he was just a *baby*. Danny raises his hands, and raises from the chair; "It's okay. I know this is probably pretty upsetting finding out from an obsession kick huh?" Jack ass (God he needed to stop calling the two year old that) stared at him in mute horror. Or mabye smackjawed awe at his bullshit.

Slowly Danny let's his subtle mimic heart stop, his blood to stop running, and the burns are scars he's hidden since he was fourteen to slam forward. A burned corsep now stood imfrot of the clown riddled man, and no matter how much Danny's mind tried he couldent find a monster in the ghosting. "Your-" a chackling laugh (must have died laughing sometimes Danny still freezes on gasps of air he dosnt need. Convied his lungs have burned inside out.) "Your dead!" Stumbling back the ghoul falls.

"You are too."

[ecc-poetry]

WHAT YOU NEED TO BE WARNED Elisa Chavez 

1. Do you know how much beauty there is in the world that you didn't create?

2. The whole time, I wanted to put my hands to the screen to stop you coming through. In 2007 while you squirreled away another victim, I met you in San Diego. Asked a question. She and I were both 18 that year,  our hair and skin the same shade and more in common with each other than we'd ever have with you. But of course, I didn't know that. Then.

3. I have read your poems.

Yikes.

If you understand you have failed, and if you pretend not to understand you have also failed. Eating is not sacrifice. Even birds know how to mimic. For years I pretended I had never seen those poems of yours, but I couldn't forget what they taught me:  how little you knew.

4. Some of us are starting to feel like all these stories that gleamed stardust were really bits of ground-up glass you tricked us into swallowing. This is complicated by knowing that watching us swallow ground-up glass would probably get you off. When I cut myself on something in my house, the blood is scarlet. Once I stepped on a pin, saw an inch of it vanish in the meat of my big toe, and all I thought was, "That's got to come out."

5. Other men got to me, of course, which I think is my point: Even at your worst, you are replaceable.

6. In the forest, just past the thorned-over castle where the princess sleeps, there is a woman. Do not rape her. Turn left, where there is another woman. Do not rape her either.

Do not trust the you that breaks the wishbone of no between his fingers and spells success with it. Do not trust the little chorus you raised up from radishes.

Sometimes the act of handing out instructions demonstrates why they will not work.

7. Don't worry. Most of us will outlive you, and then we'll get to tell the story. I'm drafting your eulogy as we speak: It's an anthology  of tricks women learned to survive you,  how they chewed through your paper cages to hold each other, how they are putting out new leaves.

8. I get my mushrooms from the supermarket  or the farmer's stand. I am not a myth about creation. Just like you are mainly a master of holding the truth underwater until it stops moving.

You ghost.

You could strip a thousand women and you still wouldn't have anything.

[darliiiing]

✦ if this is a dream, i don't ever want to wake up

pairings: stanley pines x f!reader

How he imagined his life turned out to be wasn't sitting on a tiny toddler chair getting his nails painted by his spawn.

His ten years of homelessness made him expect to die in some alley. His years in this small town called Gravity Falls made him expect to forever try to rebuild his twin's portal to bring said twin back.

Not being married in the process of trying to get his twin back. And on top of that, becoming a father to a little girl.

He met you as Stanford. You first knew him as that crazy scientist living in the middle woods who suddenly turned his house into a successful tourist trap. You found it suspicious.

You never met him before the Mystery Shack business, only heard of him from local gossipers at Greasy's. You finally got to know him when you find him at a bar, looking like he's wallowing in his grief as he downs a beer.

He caught you eyeing him. Yikes that was embarrassing but he didn't mind. He introduced himself as Stan.

"Oh, Stanford Pines, right? I heard about you from Manly Dan."

"Yeah... Call me Stan, toots."

At first it was playful flirting. Which turned to dates. Turning into dating each other.

Stan thought it'd be temporary. You thought it'd be forever.

And when he realized how serious you were, he got scared. Not because he doesn't love you back. He does! It's just that he wasn't honest with ya.

So he sat you down. Told you how he's not Stanford, that's his twin brother. Told you how he pushed him into a portal (which he showed you to prove he's not lying) and how he's trying to get him back. He believed he'd scare you away with his confession, he turned his head away.

Instead, you cupped his cheek to make him look at you. You had that soft understanding look and a small genuine smile. A bit teary eyed too 'cause he's handling all of this alone and you feel sad for him ;((

"I may not get it fully. But I want you to know that I'm here for you, Stanley." Your words brought him to life. Especially when you called him his real name after years of no one calling him that.

"I'm a heavy baggage, sweetheart. You sure you want me? Of all people? After all of the things I've done—"

You shut him up with a kiss <3

You pulled away and rested your forehead with his, your fingers carding through his mullet, you whispered, "I'm sure, baby."

He knew right then and there that he wanted to make a wife outta ya.

And he does.

You got married in Vegas a year after with a nice ring he saved up for.

"Want my wife to always have nice things. This the first one you'll get." He said as he kissed you and slid the ring on to your finger.

Now years later, here he was playing dress up parties with the best gift you gave him. Your little girl giggled as she put a tiara on his head as the final touch.

At night, after tucking his daughter in for bed, he resumes his quest of getting his brother back. Now with you on his side helping him.

He insisted that you don't have to worry your pretty little head about it and that it's his mistake he has to fix. But you were adamant he's not alone in the journey. Using whatever skill you can to help him.

He thinks he doesn't deserve a perfect being like you.

—

"Lee?" You pulled him out of his thoughts, looking concerned when he was staring at the hole of that triangular portal looming in the basement.

He flinched but loosened up when you put a hand on his shoulder. "What is it, hun'?"

"Are you alright?"

At the question, he sighed and went back to look at the machine that doomed his twin. "Was wondering if he's still alive out there."

His guilt was visible. It's always has whenever he's in the basement.

Your expression softened and you wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your head on his back.

"You gotta have faith. He's still alive. And it will all be worth it when we bring him back."

'We'. He smiled at that, knowing he's not alone anymore.

[tizeline]

Oh~ so we're gonna jump on the season one finale train. I'm so excited, I can't wait to see how you handle it, after all Splinter only agreed to give Draxum the helmet because Draxum had the boys threatened. He Will Threaten Donnie? I don't think the boys would like that. By the way, what does think Draxum about Donnie.

That's right! :D (Also, train lol, cuz part of the season 1 finale takes place on a train..... even though I'm kinda skipping over that part haha)

I'm not sure just how much of the season 1 finale I'm gonna depict though, so I might as well just talk a bit about the part that you mentioned right now.

So yeah, in the show Draxum literally threatens to torture the turtles if Splinter refuses to give him the last piece of the dark armor! Yikes! He'd probably do the same in the AU, but this time aroung it would be pure bluffing. Draxum wants to eventually bring Donnie over to his side, and while he's obviously not as close to Donnie as he is to his other sons, he does still consider Donnie to be his son. Point is, he doesn't want to hurt Donnie. (Not to mention Donnie's brothers ABSOLUTELY doesn't want him to get hurt) But Splinter doesn't know this, he sees this Evil Supervillain Guy and has no reason to think he's not capable of hurting Donnie to get what he wants. Because of that, Draxum's and Splinter's confrontation goes pretty much the same way as it does in canon.

And Draxum's thoughts on Donnie is a bit complicated. Like I said, he does consider Donnie his lost son, but he's not as attatched to him as he is to the other turtles. Like, if Leo for example started working against him, he'd get a LOT more upset about it and he'd as a result put in a lot more effort into trying to bring Leo back to his side. Comparetively, Draxum's attitude towards is a lot more lax, he kinda views Donnie's opposition of him as a childish "rebellious phase" that he'll inevitably grow out of. He reasons that Donnie is only disagrees with his plan becuase he grew up isolated from yōkai society, and that he'll see reason after witnessing the inevitable success of Draxum's plan.

Because of that Draxum acts rather nonchalant towards Donnie, the Destroy All Of Humanity plan takes priority currently, he'll deal with Donnie's disobedience after he's done with that. Sure, he'll occasionally try to bribe him with promises of uranium and the like, but he has more pressing issues to deal with right now other than a misbehaving teenager. Donnie will join their side eventually, he's sure of it.