#love to hate

[ultraericthered]

Jumba Jookiba Appreciation Post

Leave it to a shittacular live action remake to give you an even deeper appreciation for the real deal!

[rossdibuja]

WILLIAM & HENRY ?!?!

Muhuheheheh

[cherrystales]

Why do I always hate but then end up loving and hyperfixating on the asshole/antagonist characters??

My track record:

Raphael

Bakugo

Dutch

And now MICAH. WHAT.

Anyone else have this problem?? If so what’s your track record?

[agentoffangirling]

Hey so, just because a character is well-written does not automatically make them a good person

[glittergroovy]

Devil • Slayyyter

[colection-of-chaos]

@flashfictionfridayofficial

TW: Murder, death, blood

Soldier, Poet, King

The soldier

Louis had never thought that this would be how it ended. With that he didn't mean lying on the marble flooring of the castles throne room or in a puddle of his own blood, he didn't even mean watching his King, his lover, his Eric being just a second away from being killed himself, even if it was one of the worst ways he had contemplated dying. Because if Eric was still in danger of dieing meant he had failed, as a knight, as a protector, as a lover.

No what made this so unexpected, a scenario he had been unable to consider as the end of his life, was the woman who threatened the King's live with a look of disgust and a weapon ready to strike.

He had known that she was no longer a part of Eric's inner circle, he had even known that there had been some profound disagreements between her and a good bit of Eric's rulings but never in his entire life would Louis have expected her to be here, looking ready to kill, without the least bit of regret, without even a trace of sorrow of what once had been.

He grieved for the love and warmth he had once connected with them. The laughter and happiness that had been so reminiscent of his life with them.

Never could he have imaged the person that he had known, had loved, killing the one both of them had been enthralled with for so long, the one both of them had adored and that had adored them in return.

Louis had known she had chanced, but he couldn't believe that now everything they had once been seemed so irrelevant to her, so unimportant that she could look down on Eric in such a way.

The Poet

Rona couldn't quite describe what she felt, no, that was not right, she probably could describe what she was feeling it would just require some quiet contemplation, an instrument and a lot of metaphors. Two of which she didn't have to hand at the movement, and if she was quite honest with herself, she had no interest in starting to play the small flute she carried with her everywhere one of the only two presents she had gotten back when she had lived in these gods forsaken palace, that she had kept with her.

The other was dangling between her and the king, on whom she was looking down at the moment, smiling a hand placed next to his neck against the backrest of his throne holding her upright, a leg placed between his on the seat, other hand holding a knife to his neck.

If the knife hand't been there and Louise had been standing next to them, smiling down on his lovers this would have been a picture of a time longe gone, a position just too familiar. But it wasn't that time anymore. It hadn't been in a long time.

She was no longer the lover of a king and his guard, nor was she a timid lady far to romantic to see all the pain and suffering of the people, understanding that Eric could have done something to prevent it if he wanted to.

She was no longer a girl filled with love and idealism, no, she was a bard, one singing of rebellion and oppression. An assassin that had killed for the better of a people that were starving while a king lived in luxury and excess. A spy that had lost her virtue to coxing nobles into helping the cause and getting rid of them if necessary.

Now she was a tired woman, a poet with too many emotions and not enough to tell the stories that had to be told for a better tomorrow.

And if she was able to complete this last mission, she would be free. Free of her guild for having looked away for fat too long, free of her guild of what she had done in the hopes of a better tomorrow, free of her guild to the girl that once had been and that would have become a far softer, far happier woman if she could have continued staying ignorant.

She just had to kill this man for justice, for freedom, and for at least a chance of a better world.

The king

Eric should be angry, he should be seething, should fight. He couldn't.

He didn't even feel disappointment.

He felt grieve, for the man he had loved that was now lying on the floor bleeding cut open by a person that had accompanying the one now holing a knife to his throat, a person that seemed to be waiting for a command form the person particularly sitting on his lap.

A person he was far too familiar with. She had changed so much it was hard to comprehend.

He could probably have told himself that this wasn't Rona if she hadn't worn the pendent he had given to her once upon a time, when he had been nothing more but a stupid prince in love with two people he knew he couldn't have.

Her face had become more mature, there were the first traces of wrinkles around her exes and on her forehead, and she had gotten much more tanned than she had been all those years ago.

She had even gotten freckles, similar to the ones Louis got in the summer. She had changed, but she was still one of the most beautiful things in the world to him.

A stupid feeling considering she was holding a knife to his thought and looked far to ready to kill him.

If she still had that beautiful singing voice? She must have, his spies had told him that she was a known bard, famous for the rebellious nature of her songs.

When did everything go so wrong? When did they loose her?

Why hadn't they been able to continue being happy with each other. All three of them like it had always been meant to.

For some rather sick reason he thought, that at least in the end it would be them again, that as much as the hatefull look on her face pained him, it would end with them three. In the end, they would be reunited.

When the bards were going to sing songs about this day, it would be them three again and forever.

Maybe one of their songs would even be written by her.

Note

Hi, who do you belive? Is Rona's hate justifite? His the king blind?

I don't know I just thought these three perspectives on one scene thing could be a cool new challenge.

Hope you like it.

[crmsnmth]

Carcinogen Crush

I am the dying flowers on her table Nothing more then decoration Enjoyed only to be thrown in the trash As soon as I start to wilt

I am made of waste and toxic gas She coughs whenever she takes a drag And I am guilty of carcinogen crush I know I'll break her if I love her

And I so badly want to break her

I am the refuse of autopsy tables rotting food in the back of the refrigerator I warn her to stay away or I'll drag her down to the derelict's home

I am the by product of poor parenting my blueprint for love is in divorce and hatred Yelling matches that the whole building can hear Bruises that spell out the word's I love you

and I really love to hate you, my darling

[nbserpent]

is that how its going to be?

undress me with your eyes,

love me with your smile,

undress me with your hands,

then leave me behind?

you’re a carrot on a stick.

you’re a bad dream.

you’re the sigh I let out in a morning.

is that how it was meant to be?

let me change my life,

let me break my vows,

allow me to fall,

then leave me on the ground?

you’re a kick in the groin.

you’re a slap round the face.

you’re the hate I have for mourning.

[once-was-poison-ivy]

It's lowkey unsettling how the very thing you loved about someone in the past is the very reason you can't stand them now

[ultraericthered]

Negaduck Appreciation Post

A classic villain of Disney Animated TV, and few could claim to pull off the Evil Doppelganger trope better and with more maniacal flair.

[kpopfanfictrash]

jungkook’s vogue cover- the jazz age is giving very much Love to hate you which btw I just read for the 4th time and every time i do i am always giggling and kicking my feet. I love it so so so much thank you for that lolz

yes yes YES absolutely 100% accurate

[mostly-marvel-musings]

His partner being angry at him and Tony being 😍🥵 is such a Tony thing, I hate himmmmm 😭

Me tooooooo!!!

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔖𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯 - 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔗𝔬 ℌ𝔞𝔱𝔢 ⛧

[followtheleider]

I'm reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland to my Summer Camp kids. I've read it before, but a long time ago when I too, was a child. And Dear God, this Alice child is a hot mess. We've only reached chapter 5, but so far, I'm on the side on the Wonderland natives. She has zero accountability, impulse-control, and self-awareness. I know, I know - "she's a child -don't you remember what it was like?" I'd like to think I'd've had enough common sense to NOT tell a talking mouse about my pest-killing cat multiple times, or after finally getting back to "the right size", IMMEDIATELY shrink myself down again after complaining about it for, I don't know, THE PAST 5 CHAPTERS.

(I'm genuinely having a good time, but GOD is she STUPID)

[glittergroovy]

Devil 🐍 Slayyyter