#technically freak4freak?

[deikshen]

The Amnesiac Ghost King Shen Yuan who wakes up in his territory surrounded by bestiaries, shadow demons loyal to him, animal skins, with a fateful feeling of loss and... he has a wife? He knows he has a wife! Well, a man-wife? Just by looking at a couple of his maids he is convinced that his wife cannot be a woman.

He have to find his wife! Husband. Spouse? In fact, he has forgotten almost everything except his own name and the fact that he is dead and is a ghost king, so with the covert help of his servants, he manages to leave and sets out on a quest. He has to find his beloved!!

... It's difficult when he doesn't even know what he's really looking for. He is a little disappointed, but suddenly, he hears disturbances in a forest. There is a fight between a beautiful man and a wild beast. Oh! He sees him, he recognizes him! His wife!!

He claps his hands in the air, stopping the beast's attack; the beast quickly scurries away, afraid that it has disrespected Shen Yuan. The man dressed in noble elegance and a zuiyin on his forehead looks at him, annoyed, but Shen Yuan doesn't even notice him as she hugs him.

"Oh, wife!" Shen Yuan says. He feels him for wounds. He is strong, he knows it! But still, he's irrationally worried. Just because he was strong didn't mean he couldn't be hurt, and that would be horrible!! "It's been a while. This husband of yours asks for forgiveness. Some creature ate his memories, but I have found you. This husband of yours would recognize his wife anywhere, no matter how many memories they take from me. Is my wife safe?"

Shen Yuan misses the chaotic array of emotions on Luo Binghe’s face. Confusion turns to doubt, doubt to shock.

"Husband" he says, the voice a little strangled, and Shen Yuan only squeezes him tighter in his arms.

"There, there," he consoles, dragging Luo Binghe's head down, towards his neck, to hug him and brush his hair there. What a lovely wife of his, letting himself be pampered so well. "Everything will be okay, you've been a good boy in my absence, I can guess that. How would you be anything else? So beautiful. So strong."

Shen Yuan keeps showering his wife with pampering, sweet words. He feels that he must say all that! It is necessary! It is necessary for his wife to know!!

His wife - Luo Binghe, provides his mind, and Shen Yuan is pleased to remember that as well - lets himself be hugged and adored. Shen Yuan hugs him and takes care of him until he feels he can detach himself a little to cover his face with tender and sweet kisses. So adorable!

Finally, when the reunion leaves them calmer, Shen Yuan is satisfied to go eat somewhere and then begin the hunt for the monster that ate his memories. He is definitely dying to remember more about his beloved!

... His loving wife doesn't seem to find it all that necessary. Long days of irreverent flirting, wet kisses, and groping in wooded corners pass by. The hunts turn into hot sessions of kisses, moans, a little more desire here and there. Shen Yuan rides his wife with joy and satisfaction. His wife lets him kiss, suck and spoil him as if it were the only thing that gave him happiness in the world.

Neither he nor his wife can keep their hands to themselves. His wild groping ruins the chances of hunting the beast that ate Shen Yuan's memories more than once. In the end, Shen Yuan can't be upset with his anxious wife, though he pushes out his frustration by pushing him against a tree and taking him standing there, making his needy wife cry with pleasure.

When they finally hunt down the beast, before Shen Yuan can regain his memories, his wife is hesitant. He asks Shen Yuan not to be too angry with him. Shen Yuan has no idea why he would be angry. He loves his wife. Nothing would make him angry with his beloved wife.

... The next morning brings back memories for Shen Yuan. It brings back to Shen Yuan not only the memories of the desperate papapa from the previous night, but all of his damn memories. His transmigration. His second death. Becoming a ghost despite everything!! Rising up the ghost food chain to become a ghost king!!! Take over his own territory by raising beasts and creatures! Stand back from Binghe's growing empire so as not to be overthrown!

And now, what the fuck?! Why did he think of the protagonist as his wife?! Why would the mighty Emperor Luo Binghe agree to that?!

Why would he think he doesn't like women anyway?! He's so damn straight!! But all that... papapa with the protagonist... damn...

Luo Binghe enters the inn room without knocking. He has breakfast in his hands and a soft expression on his face. Shen Yuan feels so guilty that his stomach feels twisted.

"My Lord, this humble one is so sorry, I shouldn't have assumed..." he starts.

Luo Binghe blinks at him… confused?

“Who Lord?” he asks, his voice extremely soft. The expression on his face, soon, looks so betrayed that it seems he is going to cry. “Was my husband expecting someone else?”

Shen Yuan blinks once. Twice. What the fuck.

Oh, he suddenly thinks. They must have been careless and now Luo Binghe's memories had been eaten by another beast. Ah, crap. That would make sense, considering that, uh, after killing the beast and releasing those memories, well, uh, the heavenly pillar had been inside of him for a long time, so, uh... distracted. Very distracted.

"Oh no, sweetheart, this husband got confused" Shen Yuan says as quickly as he can. "Come to bed. Are you okay? What's the last thing you remember?"

Luo Binghe blinks his sweet eyes, and walks over to the bed. He carefully puts down the tray before snuggling up next to Shen Yuan, as if he weren’t taller, stronger, and more powerful than him.

"This wife only remembers his husband," Luo Binghe said, sighing. "And he doesn't think there's anything else important to remember."

Shen Yuan strongly disagrees. Luo Binghe, don't you have a huge harem and a fucking empire to run!? Lots of important things to remember there!!

"It's fine," he hums. "We will have breakfast and go hunting. My wife deserves his memories back."

Luo Binghe nods, a happy sound coming from his mouth. Shen Yuan sighs and kisses his cheek, because he's supposed to think he's his wife, and ah, he's not going to treat him badly now, right? And Luo Binghe looks happy and sounds happy and Shen Yuan could enjoy that a little bit more. He'll have his crisis later.

They will hunt down that beast, recover Luo Binghe's memories, and then he will never see him again. Eh. If he survives Luo Binghe's fury for subjecting him to these humiliations. Damn.

...

(In fact, Luo Binghe has not lost any memories.

In fact, he just wants to convince this beautiful ghost who treats him so well to stay by his side longer. He will do whatever it takes! Hadn't Shen Yuan wanted a wife? He will give him a perfect wife now! A wife so perfect that even with his memories back, he will never want to leave him!!)

[waitineedaname]

Came here because of your FMA Post-Canon GreedLing series and now I want to read/watch/idfk what this is SVSSS now. You've infected me and now I need to do research

YESSS READ MY SICKOS NOVEL!!

my very basic pitch: SVSSS is Scum Villain's Self-Saving System, a Chinese transmigration novel! the premise is that Shen Yuan is the #1 anti-fan of a trashy stallion novel -- he likes the monsters and the little crumbs of plot and loves the protagonist, but fucking hates literally everything else about it. when he finishes it, he's so overcome with rage about the ending that it literally kills him, and his dying thoughts are "dumbfuck author, dumbfuck novel." much to his surprise, he wakes up as the central villain of that novel with a transmigration system essentially telling him "you think you can do better? just fucking try it buddy"

it's a hilarious series, and a very quick read! the characters are really fun, the two main characters are completely deranged (a classic example of "I can fix him" *makes him worse*), and the balance between ridiculous humor and genuine emotion is excellent. also, as a loving satire of stallion novels/BL novels/webnovels in general, it has a lot of interesting things to say about the tropes embedded in those stories, as well as interesting things to say about being a writer and being a reader!

there are official print translations in English, so I recommend checking out your local library/bookstores, but if that doesn't work for you, it's also available on the Internet Archive and Anna's Archive! it's fairly short, only four books (three for the main plot + fourth book of plot-relevant extras)

enjoy!!

[benevolenterrancy]

for the fanfiction trope ask game: Outsider POV

Love it! I don't tend to search for it specifically, since it often isn't tagged as such, but fics that look like they'll be told from an outsider POV draw me in! After all, we got to see the story already from the main character's POV already, it's fun to see how misconstrued things can get from someone else's POV

[cybershock24601]

Half the reason I haven't gotten very far in my de Riva playthrough is because I can't decide between making my de Riva an elf or a human and keep bouncing back and forth between both of them and now that dragon age is officially free real estate I've decided to canonize them both so Viago gets double the suffering. He's got Elvira de Riva running after Emmrich who is over twice her age and giggling and twirling her whenever she talks to or about him, then there's Carmen de Riva who took one look at Davrin and decided he was the hottest, sweetest, kindest, most charming man she's ever met and has to have him while Viago has an aneurysm in the background because everyone remembers the last time a Crow got involved with a Grey Warden. Viago is not sure which one of his terrible, terrible proteges has the worse taste in men but he can at least console himself is that at least they didn't get involved with either of the Dellamortes.

Smashcut to Lucanis and Ingellvar being the most adorable freak4freaks and indulging in the most over the top PDA because you can't tell me those two post canon wouldn't be all over each other, constantly touching and holding hands and cuddling and getting lost in each other's eye. It's absolutely sickening to see, so it's not like Viago is getting much of a reprieve on that front as when he goes to see the guy who is technically his boss now there's a 50% chance he's going to find Lucanis sitting in his 5'11 girlfriend's lap while he works on paperwork and Ingellvar reads some esoteric tome on necromancy and neither one of them has the sense of shame necessary to adjust their sitting arrangement when meeting with someone.

This is now all part of Schrodinger's Rook headcanon where all Rooks exist simultaneously but the only one to be canonized as Rook by Varric depends on where Varric happened to be

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

Thank you for your recs!! And yes, iv read every work of yours and it’s like the best things ever and now I want more

Please share more favs!!! I worded it a bit wrong, just want good dom/sub dynamic or smth with good sprinkles of it or just poor vibes

GOD OKAY that opens my horizon a bit more. I am notoriously terrible at remembering to bookmark things i adore. But here, have some more!

five minutes by leoleaf (shorter fic, but suuuuuper hot, dom oscar)

don't lie (i want him to know) by astronautafficionado (also shorter but ALSO hot with a hefty dose of humiliation but in the fun way)

attention paid by mercutionotromeo (OKAY this technically breaks the rules as it's max f/lando/oscar, but it's SUPER hot. There is piss and intox though so if you don't like....well...i apologize then)

you are so pretty (when you're on your knees) by settsplitt (horny, hot, got some delightful humiliation in it as well)

run, rabbit, run (i've got you in my sights) by velvetburrs (GOD okay undernegotiated, freak4freak, toxic, and hot)

house of lies and pride by whichisgolden (awkward, kinda one-night-stand-ish, but hot. love oscar in this fic)

feels good (it's a heavy copacetic) by bright-and-burning (self-bondage gone wrong gone right. hotttttt)

questionably homo guidebooks series by wanderingblindly (do i even need to explain myself? cute and then hot and just...overall delightful)

when the blood is dripping by lovely_lotus (vampire oscar, orgasm denial, HOTTTTTT)

and honestly, if you haven't read it already?

learned behaviour by 1425fivefive (GOD TIERRRRRR, Oscar self orgasm denial-ing bc of one thing Lando said....gorgeous Lando charcter study)

There are SO MANY really good fics out there, I can't even rec them all, or rec enough. This is like...just stuff I've gone through in my bookmarks. As always, you can look through my fic recs tag on tumblr too...

[dragoncityinteriordesign]

Hey, Guardian fans! Got something here you might like!

And that something would be Kaleidoscope of Death (the 2018 gay webnovel) and the Spirealm (the 2024 drama based on it). You can read the more detailed rec posts for both Kaleidoscope of Death and the Spirealm (as well as for some other media, all of which you can read here), but I wanted to come in and do a specific post about why I think fans of Guardian would really have a good time with these two.

This isn't just my observation -- other people who are fans of both have commented on how they scratch the same itch. They're just similar enough to one another to feel familiar, which still different enough that nothing feels repetitive/derivative. It's also funny to me how much the relationship of Guardian the book to Guardian the show is like the relationship of Kaleidoscope of Death to the Spirealm. They're both spooky gay stories that lose a lot in the adaptation to television, but also gain a lot in the process, until it's hard to say which one is the superior telling of the story.

So I'm coming in here with an extremely quick, spoiler-free-as-I-can-make-them five reasons why fans of Guardian in particular might be inclined to enjoy this book/show combo.

1. These boys are not normal about one another

I know you love it when the boys are not normal about one another. Ruan Nanzhu (cunty, well-dressed, on the left) and Lin Qiushi (sporty, cat dad, on the right) are extremely not normal about one another.

(Guardian lucked out in that when the drama was made, shows hadn't yet started doing the bullshit of changing the danmei boys' TV names. Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei are Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei no matter where they are -- but these two are Ruan Nanzhu and Lin Qiushi in the book, and Ruan Lanzhu and Ling Jiushi in the show. I'm going to be using their book names just because I've seen them written more often and they look more correct to me now.)

There's a Reason they're together. Maybe they don't go back as far as Ye Olde Haixing, but rest assured theirs is not a random encounter. Also, just like in Guardian, the Reasons in the book and the show have some surface similarities, but play out very differently.

This is a slow-burn gay love story that's a freak4freak relationship featuring two completely different kinds of freak. Lin Qiushi is the only person Ruan Nanzhu's ever let get close to him. Ruan Nanzhu's the only person who's ever pierced Lin Qiushi's cat-loving veil of obliviousness. Theirs is the true love of being willing to burn down the world for the same person you love annoying the pants off of. They're hot-and-cold messes who can't live without one another.

Obviously, as in Guardian's case, the boys-kissing parts are textual only in the book, not in the show. But keeping them from kissing actually ends up making them way less normal about one another. Yes, tell the guy who's technically your boss to platonically call you "daddy." What's not heterosexual about that?

2. Fun horror(-ish)

Both books have fantastic worlds and weird metaphysical conflicts, where terrible and unsettling things happen. They have ghosts and ghost-like things that can scare you and even kill you. Both contain some really unsettling passages about gore, violence, and body horror, and both include at least a bit of background cannibalism from one of the party members.

...And both shows have had those elements totally nerfed by censorship. Just as the ghosts of Diyu become the aliens of Dixing, the mysterious door worlds of Kaleidoscope of Death become the eeeeevil American video game of the Spirealm. It's exactly as silly and nonsensical as it sounds, and I know you can laugh your way through how stupid the adaptation choices are, because you already have.

Does this destroy the horror of it? Eh, yes and no. No, because there are still fundamentally some horror-esque things going on. But also yes, because having all these killer doors be part of a video game is about as nonsensical as having a lot of aliens living in the center of the earth, and it all winds up being a bit ... well, silly. At least Guardian had the excuse of having to do a last-minute scramble; the Spirealm was committed to this from the start. (What the Spirealm also has that Guardian the show lacks is the occasional hilarious, perfunctory digression into how eeeeeeevil capitalism is, which is its own form of both cringe and comedy.)

The book is legitimately creepy, though. There were a couple points I found myself reading it late at night, right before going to bed, and thinking, hm, maybe I should not be doing this. I love it so much that I actually read it the first time, got to the very important information in the first extra, turned right around, and read it a second time with that new context. It's not so horror that a casual reader couldn't enjoy it, but maybe leave the lights on while you do.

3. We're not co-workers, we're found family.

You know how the SIU/SID crew is the best and the most wonderful and you want to pick them up and hug them all and put them in your pocket and carry them around with you? Yeah, it's likely you're going to have a similar reaction to the Obsidian members and their associated friends.

Both SIU/SID and Obsidian have similar qualities where they're organizations operating under the radar of normal society, doing jobs that do not respect 9-5 boundaries or lunch breaks, where things are dangerous enough that you have to trust your co-workers with your life on a very regular basis. But while only the Guardian ghosts live at headquarters, everyone in Obsidian shares the same house. They eat meals together, watch movies together, play board games together, hang out and read in the TV pit together, decorate the house for New Year's together, barge into one another's rooms together...

Did you love it when Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan wound up living in apartments conveniently across the hall from one another? You're likely going to feel a similar kind of way when Ruan Nanzhu immediately moves Lin Qiushi (and his cat!) into the bedroom across the hall from his own.

As with Guardian, the book has more characters than the show does, but that's because it's cheaper to write a new character than it is to hire a new actor. And it's also easier to write off a new character than it is to get rid of a main cast member, so the book and the show have slightly different lists of who lives and who dies, and when. Take my "be careful who you get attached to" warning seriously.

4. A similarly batshit television aesthetic

Okay, okay, so nothing will ever be like Guardian's thrift-store maximalist approach to set dressing. The Spirealm is more intentional about its choices, and less like all it can afford to do is to keep reusing the same dozen objects repositioned slightly. The Spirealm is what it looks like when you actually have all the money you need and still choose to decorate like Guardian did.

Because of the story's supernatural main conceit, a lot of the environments are bizarre, impossible worlds that do not rely much on petty little things like logic or accuracy or the laws of physics. They're basically dreamscapes, filled with things that don't make sense but also don't have to.

The whole thing is also beautifully shot. I know that a lot of the screenshots emphasize the extremely yellow Wong Kar-wai color grading that I honestly wish weren't there, but it's fine in context. Really, the framing, the motion of the camera, the composition of scenes -- it's just all lovely. I've been watching it with no sound or subtitles on to do screenshots, and I keep being astonished by how nice it is to just look at.

Shen Wei's clothing choices seem tame compared to the high strangness Ruan Nanzhu considers fashion. He'll see your arm garters and raise you a coat that somehow has three lapels. No, I don't know how it works either. But if you like seeing a beautiful bitchy man in bizarre outfits (and I know you do), the Spirealm's got you covered.

And are there inexplicable English-titled books, both generically fake and perplexingly real? Baby, you know there are.

The Spirealm's set design is ultimately not nearly as interesting as Guardian's is, but it's definitely more engaging than most. If you (like me!) enjoy pausing and squinting at the backgrounds of shots, this will bring you hours of scrutinizing entertainment.

5. Not not the same endings

By this I mean, the end of Guardian the book is to the end of Guardian the show as the end of Kaleidoscope of Death is to the end of the Spirealm. I don't mean the exact same things happen, and I can't tell you exactly what happens without spoiling some major things I don't think should be spoiled. What I do mean is that they feel very similar in the relationship between source and adaptation.

Now that I've said this, you're going to be thinking, oh, I know how it ends! No, I promise, you really don't. But when you finally experience said endings, you're going to understand what I mean. Xi Zixu, writing Kaleidoscope of Death in 2018, could not have been responding to the ending of Guardian the show, which was airing at the same time the novel was being released. However, I'd be willing to put down a not-small amount of money that the production team on the Spirealm was at least passingly familiar with Guardian. I don't think it's accurate to say the Spirealm's ending is a direct response to Guardian the show's ending, but I do believe it understands that it's contributing to a conversation to which the endings of both Guardian versions already belong.

And that's all I'm going to say about that! You'll get it when you get there.

bonus: kitty!

This is Chestnut. Chestnut is perfect.

I find it charming how much Xi Zixu, the author, loves cats. She talks about her cat in her author's notes. She waxes poetic about how great cats are in the prose. She has obviously chosen to make Lin Qiushi a cat dad for reasons of writing her own favorite personal traits onto her blorbos.

Of course Ruan Nanzhu is jealous of a cat. He's jealous of himself. He's a one-man jealousy machine when it comes to Lin Qiushi's affections. He's being so normal right now.

Have I convinced you?

Scroll down to the bottom of the rec posts I mentioned earlier to find all the information you need to read Kaleidoscope of Death and all the information you need to watch the Spirealm.

My final verdict is that Guardian the show is substantially better than the Spirealm, and Guardian the book is also better than Kaleidoscope of Death -- but by a much, much narrower margin. I don't even have strong feelings about which one of them you should experience first; I actually started the show, jumped to the book, read it while I was watching the middle episodes, and then finished the show, and even that broken-ass order was not a bad way to approach them. But be prepared to do both! You'll want to do both. Trust me.

Anyway, after you're done watching/reading, come find me at @thirteenthdoor, which is where I'm putting all my Kaleidoscope of Death/Spirealm analysis, reblogs, and shitposting. But only after, because I'm not being careful about spoilers at all over there.

See you in the doors!

[astro-nomaly]

Hemlock Sugar Rush (Greenflower)

...listen I hyperfixated.

This takes place vaguely in the pocket of time Wu is missing in the time stream but that doesn't actually matter it's just an excuse for Lloyd to live alone. I was gonna include a Brad POV, but this is 7k, so fuck that noise.

@mother-spore-missa @highbookwormofthecentury @flirty-anon @ren-cerati (idk if you like greenflower but here's some greenflower lmao) @gre3n-bl0ssom

CW: stalking (Lloyd is into it), dark romance (actually romantic as Lloyd is into it), possessive and obsessive behavior, references to past non-consensual stalking, freak4freak behavior these two are batshit crazy. Oh and they make out at the end if that squicks you out. Not like graphic tho 🤷‍♀️

Content under the cut. I wrote this in a day and only spell-checked so don't expect poetry

Hemlock Sugar Rush

Lloyd Garmadon, the Green-sometimes-Golden Ninja whenever it's convenient, Chosen One, World Savior like five times over — no need to thank him — and grandson of technically God with a Capital G but it's chill don't even worry about it, has a stalker.

Out of context, this wouldn't even be that weird. See, Lloyd is a pretty big deal (as per the reasons listed above), and he's had multiple small-time stalkers over the years since becoming the Green-sometimes-Gold-but-usually-Green-for-simplicity's-sake Ninja. More than a few overly obsessive hero-worshipers, Pythor when the snake was skulking around trying to sap his powers, a really weird religious fanatic, the list goes on. He's not even the only one! Kai has his share of obsessive fangirls that haunt his Chirp like ghouls, Nya has a really weird public image, Cole and Jay have both been stalked online, and Zane deals with fanatics obsessed with the rise of artificial intelligence and robot uprisings on the regular.

When you're a hero ninja group that keeps saving the world, you tend to work up an audience. And sometimes that audience gets weird. Lloyd's learned to accept it. Kai has always been pissed about Lloyd's stalkers in particular, but he's protective over Lloyd when it comes to everything. They never go very far anyways, aside from Pythor but that slimy bastard doesn't count because he was an actual supervillain. Lloyd and the others always manage to either dissuade or arrest stalkers. It's not a pleasant ordeal, but it is a manageable one.

However, this stalking is not 'out of context'. This is a very unusual stalking.

For one, they're good. They're so good, in fact, that Lloyd can never trace anything back to them. Never a hair or lint out of place. So good, in fact, that for a while, Lloyd didn't even know they existed.

Best he can figure, his stalker has been around for a very long time. Other stalkers/obsessive fans/religious fanatics are usually pretty sloppy. They take pictures with their shutter sound on, they like and save every single social media post in rapid-fire succession, hell, some of them are bold enough to try sending DM's. They're easy to trace and easy to deal with.

But this stalker is really, really good. It's been a few months since Uncle Wu's disappearance into the time stream, a few months of Lloyd operating in Ninjago City alone save for Pixal's help in city surveillance and keeping an eye on the others. He'd moved deeper into the city to better keep an eye on criminal activity. Pixal had convinced (re: threatened) the mayor into paying for the over-the-top high-rise Lloyd lived in. Personally, even though he really shouldn't feel this way, Lloyd thinks a fancy penthouse is the least this city could give him after all these years.

It's been an adjustment, for sure. He isn't used to living on his own, even though Pixal invades his smart-fridge (he really doesn't know why his fridge has a built-in facetime function) on the daily to check in. But he likes it anyways. The independence is nice, even if he does get terribly lonely most days.

Well. He did, until his stalker slipped up.

Again — they're crazy good. From what he's figured out, they've been stalking him for potentially years at this point, and nobody ever noticed. It was a bit of a terrifying notion at first. Either they've gotten bold now that most of his family is split up around the world, or they've gotten obsessive to the point of foregoing their usual caution. Because someone doesn't evade the senses of six superhuman ninja without a healthy amount of caution.

The first sign was his window. It was a little creaky, and the apartment being so high, nobody had done maintenance on the exterior for a long time. It kind of annoyed him, but he didn't really care to fix it, especially not after long nights spent fighting crime. One day, after a particularly exhausting drug bust, he'd stumbled into his room and found his window wasn't creaking anymore. He'd shrugged it off and gone to bed, assuming Pixal had done it.

But a few days later, when he thought to ask, she denied any involvement with genuine confusion. It had irked him, but he'd ignored it. Maybe it had just stopped creaking on its own.

But then things got more and more suspicious.

His gi always had less bloodstains in the morning than he swore they had the night before. His candles never burned out. His bike never needed fuel. His fridge was always stocked with the good caffeinated tea, even though he didn't buy it and Pixal swore up and down that she didn't know he even liked that stuff.

At first, he could brush it off. He had misremembered the fight. He had fantastic candles. His bike used insanely efficient fuel, approved by Pixal, Zane, Jay, and Nya. Somebody else on the team was buying the tea for him online.

But things kept stacking up. Things he couldn't call coincidence, or luck, or chance. His plants were watered, their pots rotated so they faced the sun. That couldn't be Pix — she was never physically in the apartment. She took to possessing his TV and fridge instead, and her pixies stayed at the base to help her out with repairs and mechanical work. There were vegetables he didn't buy in his fridge, and his cabinets were more organized.

Whenever he received a genuine picture or gift from a fan on the street, it was shredded to hell the next morning.

It should freak him out. It should make him nervous, and paranoid, and running to his siblings for help. His stalkers have never been this bad before. They've never broken into his house and been close enough to clean his gi without him knowing.

Instead, he likes it.

That's weird, right? He's still just seventeen. He feels like an adult these days. Kai and the others used to say that he wasn't because he 'didn't have a real job' but neither did they, and being the Ninja counted as a real job now that the mayor was actually paying them for it. He didn't pay bills either, but that was because he had a fifth-grade education and never learned algebra. Still, he's seventeen, which makes him technically a minor. For all he knows, this is some sick freak of a pedophile, or another religious fanatic that knows way too much about his heritage.

But he's still excited. Ignoring all the reasons that's a horrible thing to feel about a stalker that can break into his penthouse without Pixal noticing, this person makes him feel exhilarated. Because lately, they've been leaving clues.

Little things. Things you'd have to be a ninja to pick out. Footprints in the grass next to his bike. Flower petals scattered a little too far from their pots to have fallen there naturally. Once, even the smudge of a fingerprint against the counter.

Once, a sticky note.

It was taped to his nightstand. He'd woken up that morning, none the wiser to the person who'd apparently been inside his room while he slept, and found a little green sticky note with cutesy heart doodles and flowers drawn in glittery gel pen. He'd felt real, genuine fear for a tense few minutes, struggling to breathe past the panic of somebody skulking around his room in the dead of night. But once he'd calmed down, he felt excitement replace the anxiety. Someone had broken into his room — and they'd left him doodles.

He'd placed the note back where he found it and continued his day like it never happened. A few mornings later, another sticky note came. This one had a more detailed drawing. Lloyd had hesitated, his total of three brain cells yelling at him to stop being stupid, before he'd left his own little note on the picture in thin pen strokes: what's this flower called?

He didn't get a written response — he never did. But the next morning, he woke up to a printed article about Morning Glories. He'd done a little digging online, and found that they apparently symbolized infatuation. That alone should've made him panic. Instead, he'd sat in his chair, staring at the screen, and blushed like an idiot.

So… he'd sent something back. His own little sticky note with a crude, traced doodle of a Queen of the Night desert flower.

His stalker had been overjoyed, if the twenty (yes, literally, he'd counted) little notes filled to the brim with hearts and doodles and Morning Glories wrapped around Queen of the Nights were anything to go by. And again, like an idiot, he'd blushed and resisted the urge to giggle when he woke up to them all scattered across his room.

Look. Here's the thing — Lloyd had never been a very independent person. As a kid, he'd felt completely isolated in Darkley's. When he was kicked out, he latched onto the first 'friends' he could find, and they turned out to be rotten assholes. Then he had the ninja to latch onto, and the first time he was separated from them it was because he'd been kidnapped and held in a cage in the middle of the damn desert, then almost died in a volcano. He's grown up since then, but the experience made him pretty clingy to his siblings. This was the first time in years that he's been truly independent of them. Being so attached to his siblings, and between all the world-saving, he's never exactly found any room for external relationships. Sure, he kept kind-of in contact with Skylor, but she was Kai's girlfriend. Didn't really count. Lloyd didn't have anybody who he could call his.

But now, there was someone he had all to himself. The adrenaline rush was like a sugar high. Maybe that's why he keeps it secret from Pix — selfishly, stupidly, he wants to hoard this person that draws him flowers and hearts on sticky notes.

So he does. Pixal checks in often, but not often enough to notice. Lloyd tells her all is well, he's getting on fine, criminal activity is manageable. At night, he researches a new flower to trace for his secret stalker, and leaves the sticky note by his bed.

He could leave it literally anywhere else. Pixal respects his privacy enough to not enable security cameras — which Lloyd really should do, but somehow that feels like cheating, and he has a feeling his stalker would get around them anyway — so he could leave the notes anywhere in his apartment and the stalker would find them. Why he encourages them to tiptoe around his room, he has no idea. He doesn't stay up for them, or set up cameras or tripwires or alarms. He lets them come. For some insane reason, he trusts this person not to kill him in his sleep.

One day, he thinks to ask a few questions. So he prints out a nice little photo of Borage — bluntness and directness — and asks, what's your name?

He sets it carefully on his vanity — listen, he needs some form of self-care and Pixal says he needs to do something other than play video games in his limited free time — and goes to sleep with adrenaline in his stomach.

He wakes up to a miniature sea of notes taped to his mirror. Incomplete lines go over every tiny square, completely incomprehensible. So Lloyd makes himself toast — he has the good bread, which he doesn't remember buying — and sets to work decoding. Eventually, he figures out it's a puzzle. Rearranged, the notes form a large flower. He scans the pile for some kind of clue as to what flower it is, and finds the answer on the back of his own note from the night before. In deep, blood-red ink, are the words red Camellia.

He's embarrassed to admit he rushed to his computer for the answer. Almanac, Red Camellia: "You’re a flame in my heart". A hot blush had eclipsed his face that morning, followed by a rabbit hole of searches that include, but are not limited to:

What to do if my stalker is in love with me

Does red camellia mean they're in love with you

What to do if I'm in love with my stalker

How to know you're in love

Is consensual stalking a thing

…it was a weird morning.

They continue to play this dangerous game. Lloyd knows it's dangerous — how many times had he been told, as an oblivious kid, that feeding into this kind of stuff would only make the delusions and obsessions worse? He's knows it's incredibly dangerous. This person knows he's the Green Ninja — his identity isn't exactly a secret — and they seem to know literally everything else about him. They could hurt him with that knowledge.

But that's just the thing: they don't.

This person does seem to know absolutely everything about him, and it's so enticing. They know what brand of tea he likes. They know he sleeps in socks, because he needs to be as warm as possible while cocooned in his nest-like bed, and his socks are always miraculously warm when he gets home. They know he likes to play DVDs over streaming, and they're always tidy and unscratched.

So he doesn't do anything. He encourages it, even. Because there is something so close to a sugar rush about this dangerous game.

And Lloyd has always had an insatiable sweet tooth. His stalker knows it, too, because he begins waking up to chocolate chip pancakes. It's an excellent way to start the day, next to a fresh vase of white clovers — think of me.

They know so much about him that they only get him female flowers, because they know his overly sensitive nose can't handle pollen. They also know exactly what kind of allergy meds actually work on his insane metabolism.

He adores it. There is someone in the world who knows him so deeply they pay attention to the gender of the flowers they buy. Before this started, Lloyd didn't even know flowers had genders.

Maybe it's his weird, fucked up childhood that's made him find this behavior, which is genuinely atrocious in every sense of the word, endearing and exciting. He can't help it. The secrets he hides from Pix, the way he dodges questions during video calls with the others, the back-and-forth of messages and flowers… it's sweet. The adrenaline is like molten sugar and honeyed pixie sticks. It's caramel nougats and tart truffles. Soon, it's Fennel (flattery) and Fern (magic, fascination, secret bonds of love) and Gardenias (you’re lovely, secret love).

It's utterly intoxicating. Lloyd soon decides that, among the Ferns and Gardenias and Fennel that his admirer leaves him, he needs to start leaving gifts. In a frenzy, he abandons his usual routine of Saturday mornings — going to the park and breathing in fresh, non-acrid crime air and enticing ducks to jump in his hands, just because he can — and stays home to research 'candy language'.

…it doesn't go well. Apparently, 'candy language' means 'how to say chocolate in Sanskrit'. Which. Not exactly helpful to his weird stalker obsession. So instead, he goes out of his way to find those corny little candy hearts that have equally corny sayings on them like 'be mine' and 'only you'. He knows he's caught his stalker's attention by breaking routine, because they know every second of it by now, he's sure of it.

He doesn't think the candies are very good, but he leaves them next to the sticky note on his dresser anyways, with a little Morning Glory doodled on the paper. It's crude and he doubts anyone could identify the drawing as said flower, but he trusts in his scarily intelligent stalker to piece it together.

And so they do. The next morning, there is a brand new gift: a book. Lloyd, curious, opens to the first page. There is a flattened red Salvia — forever mine — between the pages and delicate words scrawled in gold ink. For you to read on Friday.

Their handwriting is the same as the only other note they ever wrote actual words on, the Camellia, but what really makes his heart pound is the 'Friday'. On Friday evenings, he stays up late to read because on Saturdays, he sleeps in before going to the park.

Nya once told him something she'd read somewhere: 'to be loved is to be seen'. She said that's how Jay made her feel — seen. Was this it? To be seen, as he was?

What does it matter if he's seen through his window, or the lens of a hidden camera?

He sets the book down, reverently, and leaves it there until he stumbles back home after another night of fighting crime with Pixal's assistance. He slips on fuzzy socks that are always warm, and drinks tea that he didn't buy, and doesn't bother going to the AC to change the temperature because he knows it's already set to perfect. He plops into bed, and opens the book.

It's delicious. Page after page is filled with fiction he never thought he'd be interested in. Stories about flowers that carve into your ribcages and sit there for eternity until you cough up thorns. Vines that hold you down until they can kiss you. Deadly nightshade and belladonna that turns your skin black and blue with bruised touches.

The best part is, as always, the flowers. After the third flower name he finds scrawled in the corner, he digs up his laptop and spends the night decoding. Yellow roses — jealousy — tell Lloyd that his stalker is jealous of the characters who confess to each other. Heliotrope — eternal love and devotion — tell him that his admirer thinks the character is pathetic compared to what they could do for Lloyd.

It's inane and absurd for Lloyd to think he can read the mind of who is probably a dangerous sociopath, but he doesn't care. There is someone in the world who has chased after him for possibly years, who knows him better than anybody, it seems, and who is eternally, deeply, helplessly in love with him.

He can't bear it much longer. It dawns on him how unfair their situation is. His stalker knows him inside and out, but all Lloyd can glean is gleaned from flowers pressed between book pages and gifted in glass vases. All his information is born from an almanac.

He grows them, this time. In between exchanging truffles and nougats and mints for Lady's Slippers — capricious beauty — and blue Salvias — I think of you — he grows flowers of his own. He has bought many plants from stores that he keeps on windows and shelves to make his home lighter and fuller in the absence of his siblings, and his stalker takes better care of them than he did. But this is a secret of his own.

He doesn't know if he can hide it from them, but he tries. First, he does his damnedest to find every single sign of surveillance. He puts tape on his computer cameras, peers into every corner, hell he checks the legs of his couch. He finds a few microscopic cameras, which should really freak him out but don't, and leaves them where they are.

He doesn't need to remove the cameras. He just needs to know how to find them.

His stalker knows he's up to something. They send him botanical horrors strife with mystery, and Columbines that mean curiosity in the most devoted sense. He sends them cherry-filled chocolate and a candy heart that says XOXO.

He finds his blind spot. He hopes they trust him enough not to fill it. He grows his own flower in between botanical horrors and crime fighting and sporadic bouquets that put every simple lily and petunia to shame.

Pixal notices his sporadic behavior. She asks him what's happened. He smiles and says that he's made a new friend, is all, and she tells him she's happy. Pixal is easy like that. They've gotten closer over these months that the other Ninja have been gone, but she doesn't feel the need to push into every facet of his life.

Why does he like it when his stalker does?

Maybe because they already know. He knows by now that they've had to have been following him for years now. There's something sweetly exhilarating about that — being trailed by an obsessive flower without ever noticing. Are they nightshade? Belladonna? Foxglove, Lily of the Valley?

He wants to know how sweet those flowers are. Will they taste like honey on his tongue, or pixie stix? Pocky, or sour patches?

There is someone who knows him inside and out, and he wants desperately to meet them. To hear from their own lips what they think of him.

He writes this on a sticky note, next to a heart that says 'don't be shy, be my valentine', which is horrendously cheesy and not half as elegant as his stalker's beautiful flower language. 'Who are you? Why do you love me?'

They send back a bouquet. It sits in a glimmering emerald green vase with gold rim, bursting with color. Daffodils for generosity, Gladiolus for heroism, Orchids and Irises for beauty, and Panda Lilies for loyalty, devotion, and secret love.

They send no sign of who they are. But the confession is enough to make his heart race, his cheeks flame, and his skin crawl with hot fireflies.

He must be really, really messed up to like being stalked and having his house broken into. This person is cooking him food, and he just eats it! They could do anything they wanted to him. He doesn't care. Because they both know.

Lloyd could end this as easily as they could. Lloyd could power up his ethereal element and wipe them from the face of the planet as easily as they could slip foxglove into his oatmeal. Lloyd could have twenty high-tech lasers pointed at them before they stepped foot inside as easily as they could slit his throat.

It's a game. A game of passing notes like high schoolers, and of Lloyd changing the passcode to his front door every week, and delving into the hidden messages in between forest rot and poison love. In between growing secret flowers.

Finally, finally, after three months of the exhilarating back and forth, something happens.

It was a long night. Some gun-trading organization had set themselves up big, and Pix was busy on the other side of town with a shitshow of a monorail wreck, so Lloyd went in alone. He wasn't shot, but he was kicked around.

He leans his forehead against the cool metal of the elevator as it hums, dutifully raising him to his apartment. At least at the end of the day he has a penthouse with a personal gym to go home to. Perks of saving the world five times over.

He stumbles across the short carpeted hall, probably dripping blood from a still-broken nose, and rocks against his door. He fumbles with the passcode, but the door is already slightly ajar. Nerves buzz in his head. That's not right. He locked it, he was sure of it.

He breathes out slowly, silently, through his mouth. He doesn't bother pulling his mask up — his nose protests the idea, and whoever's in here must know whose apartment they're inside. He silently prays that he really did just leave the door open, but he knows he didn't.

He slips inside, perfectly silent, exactly as his uncle and father trained him. The lights are off. He inhales through his nose, as deeply as he can without aggravating it too much. His apartment smelled normal… no. More flowery. Like the plants he stuffed into every available corner had grown in intensity. His pointed ears flicked. There was a grinding noise, coming from the kitchen. A garbage disposal?

He slinks down the hall, quiet as a cat. The disposal grows louder.

There is a person in his kitchen. Lloyd holds his breath, watching them with green eyes like crescent moon slits in the dark. Their silhouette is dark and featureless, but they appear incensed. They're violently shoving something down the garbage disposal, swearing to themself. They're a few inches taller than Lloyd is, not very thin but not very bulky. Muscle built from regular exercise like jogging and physical labor. Not a gym rat, but no slouch. From the way they hold themself, they don't seem like they'd be good in a fight. Their center of gravity is off, and their twitchiness isn't a good sign.

Lloyd sniffs the air. More of that scent. It's achingly familiar. The stranger's swears grow minutely louder, and he makes out "I'll hunt them down and shove hemlock down their eye sockets" before he intervenes.

"What are you doing in my kitchen?"

They freeze. Lloyd holds a glimmering sphere of pulsing green energy, his element more than willing to burst. The eerie green light scatters through the room, illuminating the contours of the intruder's face. A boy with tan brown skin, an angular face, and soft brown hair. It's not shoulder-length like Lloyd's, just long enough to curl around the nape of his neck.

His eyes widen. Those are brown too, a honey color like toffee. The intruder rips out what he was shoving down the garbage disposal — a bouquet of roses.

"Fuck," he whispered. His voice wasn't very deep, wasn't very light. It was low from his whisper, carrying more weight than to be expected of such soft sounds. "I almost forgot how quiet you are."

Lloyd steps forward, jaw set. "Who are you? Why are you in my apartment?"

The stranger's jaw ticks irritably. They hold up the tattered bouquet. "Really, Lloyd?" He whispers. It startles Lloyd to be referred to by his first name. The intruder's eyes grow manic, filled with rage. "I don't mind the gifts. Really, I don't! A charm bracelet, a beaded necklace, stick figures and macaroni art — it's adorable, seriously. How much your fans love you." Fans? Lloyd's face begins to flush on reflex. The intruder's lips quirk, but his eyes don't lose their manic sheen. "You deserve the recognition, the fame, the accolades. You deserve it all and more. I love how much you love their gifts. But this?!" They shake the roses. Broken petals flutter to the floor. "ROSES?! A Sunflower, a Carnation, hell, even Ivy! But red ROSES?!"

He's begun stalking toward Lloyd, blood red petals trailing in his furious wake. Lloyd finds himself backing up. "You accepted roses," the intruder spits, "from a stranger! Roses! How could you?!"

He's betrayed, Lloyd realizes. Betrayed by Lloyd's actions. This afternoon, before heading out for the night again, Lloyd had happened upon a fan. A girl around his age who had shyly given him one, before rushing off stammering and blushing. He hadn't kept the roses out of some kind of requited love.

And now, he's pissed off his stalker.

Lloyd bares his teeth, thin fangs glinting from the ball of green light glistening around his fingertips. "Back up, man," he threatens.

He doesn't. Faster than Lloyd can blinks, he whips out a thick white cloth from his pocket and lunges forward. Lloyd dodges to the side, but his assailant just smirks when he does. Before he has time to question it, vines are erupting around his feet and entangling his legs. He stumbles, and the intruder takes the chance to press the cloth against his mouth and nose. He reflexively sucks in a breath, and then he's gone.

He wakes slowly. The lights are on — the warm lamps, not the overhead fluorescent fixtures. The room smells of his abundance of flowers — no roses — and food. He groans, shaking his head as he sits further up.

He's propped up against the arm rest of his couch, a pillow pushed snugly behind him and a blanket he didn't own yesterday over his legs. He notices that his hands and forearms are bound together with soft ribbons of felt and silk. His mouth isn't gagged.

"You're awake," a soft voice says behind him. He turns to find the intruder with wide honey eyes filled to the brim with devotion and excitement. Similar excitement curls in his stomach.

He's been knocked out and tied up, and he wants to- what? Make out with the guy who did it?

"I knew you would be," his stalker babbles reverently, wrapping around the back of the couch to set a plate on the coffee table. "I had to up the dosage for your metabolism, but I made sure it was exactly right. I know exactly how much you can take. And I patched you up. I'll kill whoever did that to you." He's leaned in, now, breath hot and soft against Lloyd's face. He blinks. Turns to the plate.

"Is… that food?"

His stalker nods excitedly. "Yes! I know you've had a poor night. And I hate that you keep eating cup noodles for dinner — they make you lethargic. Here," he offers a forkful of pork chop to Lloyd, right up to his lips. Lloyd raises a brow.

"You're… going to feed me?"

"Yes."

"Why should I trust anything you cook?" Lloyd asks skeptically. It's a test. His stalker's eyes glint dangerously. Lloyd is quickly finding that he likes that dangerous look. After so many years of being a ninja, he's attracted to danger like a magnet to the north pole.

"If I wanted to kill you," his stalker whispers, leaning in, "I'd use Hemlock in your hibiscus tea. I'd put Nightshade in your toffee. I'd melt down Oleander and turn it into candle wax, and I'd put Aconitum in your air purifier." He lifts the fork again with a smile. The insane sheen in his eyes hasn't disappeared. "Please don't think I'd insult you like that."

Lloyd opens his mouth and accepts the food. He hums, swallowing. "It's good," he murmurs. His stalker's eyes light up in excitement, pride glowing in every feature.

"I know," they whisper frantically, "I used your favorite seasonings. I know everything about you, darling." Lloyd's heart skips a beat. Darling. So hopelessly romantic.

What's romantic about drugging and tying him up? About watching him through windows and hidden cameras? Everything, Lloyd thinks dreamily, drinking in every feature of the boy in front of him. He has a birth mark under his right eye. A small, faded scar on his cheekbone.

"Mm," Lloyd hums, letting the stalker feed him another bite. "I don't think I've told you how much I like your cooking before."

His eyes shine again, a proud grin overtaking his features. "I know you do," he speaks. He says everything quickly, like he can't wait to get the words out. "I know what your favorite dessert is, your favorite pasta and bread and tea- here," he presents Lloyd with a glass cup of hibiscus tea and straw. "For you."

He takes a sip. It's perfect. "Honey?"

"A drizzle," his stalker whispers reverently, "Just how you like it. I even know your coffee order, Lloyd. Your real one, not the one you let the barista keep mixing up. Want me to kill her for you? No, of course not, you're more noble than that." The stalker sighs dreamily, leaning in even closer. Lloyd couldn't avoid his eyes if he tried. "I love that about you, Azalea."

Lloyd's heart sings. He licks his lips, and doesn't miss how his stalker stares. "Azalea?"

"The mind-altering honey," his stalker responds. "Perfect. One of a kind. Wrong color, though I've been working on that."

"You breed plants?"

"You noticed!" His stalker exclaims, laughing. "Of course you did! You're so much smarter than anyone knows. That's how I knew you'd know, you know. About me. You figured it all out so fast. You're like a drug."

Lloyd knows what he means. This entire interaction has him feeling high as a sugar rush, liquid honey in his veins and starbursts in his eyes. He breathes in shakily. Not because he's scared, even though he should be screaming for Pixal by now. He's alight with nerves, prickling his skin with goosebumps.

"This wasn't how I had our first meeting planned," his stalker says quietly. "I was going to be more romantic. A meet-cute."

"Meet-cute?" Lloyd breathes, exhilarated.

"Yeah. I know you like the romance-y tropes," his stalker says, completely genuine. He's right. A little part of Lloyd, kept tucked away by duty and his overly complicated life, wants to be swept off his feet. "I'd bump into you on the sidewalk. I'd fall, but not really — I'd be faking it. You would help me up, apologize. Expect me to recognize you," he speaks at a dizzying pace in short, choppy sentences, breathless. "But I wouldn't. I'd ask for your name, and you'd tell me, brace for it- but I'd say nice to meet you, and-"

Lloyd realizes he's been tensing in anticipation. His stalker looks at him, devotion clear on his face. "I'm so angry at you," he confesses, hands wrapping around Lloyd's immobile one. He tenses, but his stalker just lowers his head until his forehead presses against Lloyd's knuckles. He shivers from the touch.

This is real. This is very, very real. How devoted is he, Lloyd wonders in an almost drunken haze. He wants to push it. See how far this boy will go.

"Why?" He murmurs innocently. His stalker glares up at him from under his thick brown bangs.

"Roses. Red. Roses. How could you?" His stalker gets up, but he doesn't get off. It's becoming very clear that this boy has no concept of personal space. He straddles Lloyd, arms caging him in. Lloyd lets him. It's exciting. The stalker snarls, but not at Lloyd — at the roses. "I'm better than roses. I know I am. I'd never send you roses."

"I thought red roses meant love?"

"They're pathetic!" His stalker exclaims, rising to the bait easily. "They're mediocre, basic, mainstream — everyone uses roses! There's no thought behind them! Who could give you Morning Glories in every color of your eyes? Who could know only white Hyacinths describe how lovely you are? I'm better than roses!"

Lloyd smirks at him. "I know."

He didn't keep the roses out of some kind of requited love. At least, not for his poor fan.

His stalker's eyes widen. Then he grins, with all his predatory teeth. "Of course," he whispers, laughing under his breath. "You're so much smarter than anybody gives you credit for." He brushes a hand under Lloyd's blonde hair, so softly. Lloyd has never appreciated being treated as delicate, but this isn't that. This is raw obsession. "You knew I'd be mad, didn't you? You kept the roses to make me mad."

Lloyd leans forward, lips brushing against soft brown skin so lightly they might as well not have touched at all. But his stalker stiffens and swallows thickly. "So what if I did?" He whispers. "Maybe I'm tired of this. Maybe I wanted to know as much about you as you know about me."

"I've been following you your entire life," his stalker says, "you could never catch up."

"My entire life?" Lloyd arches a brow. He scans his stalker's face. It's vaguely familiar. "Who are you?"

He laughs. He gets off of Lloyd, which is something he secretly mourns, and stabs into the food. Lloyd takes the bite while he talks. "I've been following you so long. At first I stayed online. Every video, every picture… it was never enough. I collected all your merch, you know. I've been waiting for this for so long."

Lloyd swallows. "How did you do that with the vines? How have you been in my room without waking me up?" He's hungry for the answers to their game.

"I've been breeding plants for years," his stalker says. "I have one for every occasion. As for the second part…" he waves the white cloth Lloyd was suffocated with. "Little bit of this. Small dosages, of course, and only at night."

Lloyd blinks. "I'd have smelled that."

"Not if I added it to your air fresheners and candles slowly over several weeks," his stalker responds smugly. Lloyd's eyes widen. Of course. His nose was too sensitive not to pick up on sudden smells, but… "You naturally filter out smells," his stalker says easily, like they're discussing the weather, "if they're familiar enough. And you have so many scented candles, it was easy to disguise my mix until you got used to it. It helps with the nightmares, doesn't it?"

Lavender and poppies. He smelled it every single night. Fuck, he thought it was his detergent!

"Well played," Lloyd admits. His stalker's eyes light up, practically glowing with obsession.

Is it bad that Lloyd likes it? Someone is so obsessed with him they went through the trouble of Pavlov-ing him with lavender and poppies. If a bouquet of roses is romantic, this is downright swoon-worthy.

His stalker brushes a knuckle over Lloyd's cheek fondly. "So pretty," he murmurs. "You have markings… your powers? It's the one thing I can't figure out."

"Maybe," Lloyd responds quietly. "I don't know either."

His stalker sighs. "I had it all planned out so well," he moaned, "a meet-cute. You'd be so excited to have found someone who didn't know you. No expectations. We'd text for three days, and we'd both flirt but you'd wait for me to make the first move… you're insecure like that," his voice is wistful and dreamlike, like he's sucked them both into a fantasy. "You shouldn't be. You're perfect." Lloyd blushes, squirming. He wants his hands free.

That's just the thing, though. He could get free easily. They both know it. He could topple this stranger in a second, blast his face off without breaking a sweat. That's the allure.

For whatever reason, Lloyd is in love with danger and fear. It's a result of falling from crashing ships and dancing around vengestone blades, of being possessed and kidnapped and stabbed and strangled. Danger is the one thing he knows intimately, and this danger in front of him is so enticing he feels high on it. A sugar rush. He is in love with the sugar rush of danger, and the boy before him is a skydive right into it.

They both know Lloyd can get free. They both like it.

"Then what?" Lloyd breathes. He wants to hear more of this fantastical date.

"I would take you to the movies," his stalker says, "I planned it perfectly. Opening night: a slasher comedy. You like scary movies, but you're jumpy. So naturally, you would grab my arm. We'd share a popcorn bucket, and I'd reach in whenever you did so our fingers brush."

It's so romantic Lloyd wants to bite something. The amount of detail, the precise planning… this isn't a stalker that wants to stare at him forever like a doll, or keep him stationary in a basement. This isn't a stalker with delusions and no sense that he's a person. This is a stalker that wants to stare at him forever like something divine. Who wants to keep him inside his ribcage so they can share a heart.

His heart pounds.

"I'd walk you home," his stalker says softly, "and you'd invite me to stay." He's right, Lloyd would. "You'd feel bad for making me stay on the couch, so I'd say we should both camp out and sleep on the couch together. You would agree, and we'd spend the night talking. Reminiscing. Catching up."

Lloyd tilts his head. "Reminiscing?"

His stalker's eyes sparkle. "Of course. You remember me, don't you?"

Lloyd searches his face. There is a distant tug of familiarity. Not to the face — to the plants. He slowly shakes his head. "I… no…"

His stalker holds his hands in both of his own. "Brad," he whispers desperately, "Brad Tudabone."

A boy taller than him. A boy with blood on his angry fists. A boy who hit him first, yes, but then hit anybody else who dared touch him three times as hard. A boy who was nice to him, and got so horribly defensive and protective that he broke bones for him. Foxglove in secret, nightshade in the shadows, oleander in private. In the soups of Lloyd's bullies, and black mold in the shadows of the teacher's quarters.

"Brad," Lloyd whispers reverently, eyes lighting up in recognition. "From Darkley's."

"I knew it!" Brad exclaims, beaming. "I knew you'd say that!"

Lloyd laughs breathlessly. A distant past so old he hasn't thought of it for years. "How long?" Lloyd asks. "How long have you been in love with me?"

"Forever," Brad says, pressing a numb kiss to his knuckles. Lloyd's face burns, and he fights back a childish giggle. "You were perfect from day one. I've been so obsessed with you… nothing is ever enough. The first person who was nice to me… you were like the sun, Jessamine."

"Jessamine?"

"The twining vine," Brad answers. "Beautiful. One flower is enough to kill a man."

"I've been growing you something," Lloyd confesses, lurching forward, "in the blind spot."

Brad smiles. "I know. I know everything about you."

"Do you know what I'm growing?"

"Not yet." It's a promise.

"Hydrangea."

Gratitude for being understood

"Perfect," Brad whispers frantically. "FSM, you're so fucking perfect. I wanted to wait until I was done. I would've been done with it-"

"With what?"

"Ornithogalum. The Star of Bethlehem," he whispered, cupping Lloyd's cheek. "Toxic. One of a kind. Could kill a grown man with ease." He isn't talking about the flower. "So dangerous. So beautiful. For you, darling."

Lloyd breaks the bindings and flings his hands around Brad's neck. His lips taste like poison in the best way. Gardenia, Forget-Me-Nots, Honeysuckle and red camellia and salvia in the best way.

Mine. Mine mine mine, says Brad's mouth against his, whispering reverently. He's been cornered in his apartment for months, stalked by a predator armed to the teeth in poison. A predator who lied in wait until his protective family vanished and he got comfortable alone.

He loves it. Someone who wants him so fiercely, with such devotion, to wait years and years just for the chance to fake a meet-cute?

Roses would never be enough. There is only the sugar rush of a boy made of hemlock and nightshade, draped in jessamine and red salvia falling from lips made of camellia.

"Yarrow," Lloyd whispers between frantic kisses, pressed into the couch as he tastes the honeysuckle on Brad's tongue. "Yarrow."

"I'll ruin you," Brad says suddenly, lifting his head and staring down at Lloyd with frankly really fucking hot intensity, "for anybody else. You're mine. I'll kill anyone who thinks about taking you from me, got it?"

Lloyd nods and pulls him back down. "Yarrow. Everlasting love."

Lloyd Garmadon has a stalker who leaves him poison and thorns and the most beautiful flowers in the world. Roses would never be enough. Only yarrow and hydrangea and obsessive red salvia.

[buckleyanddiaz]

I'll be teeheeing about freak4freak and then randomly remember Connor from Peru and like. what was his deal. he asked a bartender he just met to come with him to L.A and then never brought girls home when they lived together in a frathome and years later didn't invite the guy to his wedding but called him up to meet at a restaurant with his fellow freak wife. to ask for the guy's sperm. don't even ask about how he tried to say that technically the baby was also the friend's much later. truly asking. what WAS his deal. oh the bartender guy is Buck. if there wasn't enough of a freakometer in this dynamic.

[marswasnothere]

Technically this is fairy anon's ask but I'm going to cut it up and compile it into one slightly more readable post (readable to me at least) ↓ long post!

Age Swap Maxiel AU Canon! - the freak4freak court's universe

Yup! I was originally debating between current 2024-25 timeline, with an aged down Daniel and a regular Max, or having Max in Sebastian Vettel's place, with a regular(ish, slightly aged down) Daniel and Older Max

The way it was meant to happen 😔 Younger Daniel does replace Checo in the age swap au, the new talent replaced the by-gone driver. Similar situation to our world where his performance clause and points expectation is not met.

Hell team Vcarb for early 2024, sorry little guy. Lets just say younger Daniel replicated his Miami quali results every single race in early 2024. He'd drag Pierre Hamelin over to Red Bull as his race engineer.

Baby badger gets an f1 seat for his (late) 19th birthday canon. Going by the 2024 calendar, younger Daniel has a free practice session in Silverstone (2023 parallels) and far outperforms Checo, and gets his seat before the following race in Hungary. Pretty much exactly half the year in Red Bull, plus he got to have a home race/s in Melbourne and Imola while in vcarb.

Older Max wasn't socialised the same way as regular Max, leading to that ruthless competetivness, obsession with success, and lack of proper outlets for excitement or rage.

Younger Daniel lacks the experience that regular Daniel has to get Older Max out of his shell and let himself be silly, so he is his usual excitable self, but is cautious around Max (to start with) as he doesn't want to annoy/piss off his teammate.

Daniel deeefinitely benefits from modern technology. He doesn't get quite as homesick and sad he can't get immediate love and help from his mum and dad, but you're bang on right about the physical connection. Younger Daniel still needs that. Even if he can spend hours on facetime while he talks with his parents and Michelle, his need to be in face to face conversations, to be in the same room as someone, to be able to bump shoulders and give a quick side hug is too strong to be satiated by calls alone. Max fulfills that.

He's soooo starstruck. He's been watching F1 for so long, but actually noticed Max when he first won in Barcelona 2016 (at like 10 years old omg). He watched Max as a fan and in karting, then dropped off the fan-ness of it when his dreams of getting to F1 became realer and realer by the day. Sometime in F3, Daniel got this au's F3 championship of coooourse, Max acknowledges him, send shim a video of congratulations. Maybe when he's in F2, they're doing a photoshoot of every driver under the red bull formula family (like that one recent photoshoot, l*am warning) and he gets to meet Max in person, in a non-race situation.

Max is very happy to have a new, better teammate under his wing, someone who brings life to the red bull garage rather than an increasingly depressing atmosphere from his previous teammate getting dnfs and out-of-points results. Max does think this Daniel is adorable, making jokes, seeing if those jokes annoy Max, and when Max laughs, says he likes Daniel's jokes, Daniel lets that fear of annoying his new teammate go.

Yesyesyesyesyes canon canon. I also don't know if a driver's old number is reserved while they take number 1. maybe they have a conversation about it, strictly professional and considering the rules of the sport, but there's such an intimate undertone of Daniel taking Max's number, and when Max eventually can't use number 1 anymore, he takes Daniel's original 33. Reverting back to our world numbers omg.

Yup canon crushing on Max without knowing it was a crush. The drivers around Max's age, not the younguns, talk to him about the obvious fact they're about to hook up, just like he did with Seb "back in those days" (something something drivers communal inside joke of a sex postion called the golden boy bulling. or something)

Every ask answer has been on a vague timeline, but I'm going to decide (along with answering your other questions about the tension points below) that the tipping point is a combination of the advice call/pillow humping and a big big crash. Daniel calls Max before the Dutch GP, asking for advice, but also just wanting to hear his voice telling him how much of a good boydriver he is. Because it's in the european stretch, they'd be in motorhomes instead of a hotel, with Daniel getting to lavish in a fancy new thing he hasn't been in before, and enjoying the feel of the pillows quite a lot. Max, on the other side of the phone, recognises Daniel going quiet and the distinct shuffling, and at that point he wants to grab Daniel and hold him close and make him come. He approaches Daniel's motorhome after Daniel hangs up the call, and the interaction goes a bit more awkward than written, than how he wants it to be, and Max turns from his door feeling unresolved.

Daniel is a bit distant on race day, feeling like Max is going to interrogate him about his inappropriate actions, until Fernando pulls him aside and says "so has Max given you the overunder-porpoising-catalunya-champagne-spray-handy job yet?" and Daniel realises, oh! apparently i CAN be sexual with him!

They get closer over the following week, after Max's win at his home race, and Daniel getting a whole lot of attention on him for Monza. There's a lot of attention of a lot of drivers during Monza, but he's included in that list, lil italian badger.

That's when the big crash happens.

The second option for the crash. It's big, dramatic, the car flips once, twice, lands right side up thankfully. One car caused it, Daniel got hit hard, a third car got caught in it and retires from the race during the red flag. Whatever Max's place is during the race, he pulls up and parks his car in the gravel right when it's confirmed that Daniel crashed, but not yet that he's okay. He jumps out, runs towards the wrecked car, getting there before the stewards and medical car, helping a shaken up Daniel with removing his steering wheel and getting out of the car. He's pushed aside by the stewards, yelled at about violations, but he sees Daniel getting strapped in to the extrication board and taken into the track ambulance, throwing up a thumbs up to a cheering crowd, and that's all he needs.

The og! The very first idea of the age swap au, explained in here. I don't want to clog anyone's feeds with an idea they're squicked by so I'll talk about it on request. By all means, this will be a seperate au to this current age swap maxiel au.

I think Pyry could be younger Daniel's trainer. Being honest I totally forgot about him until I rewatched that one vlog where Daniel translates Max, Pyry, and Yuki's messages in their own langauges (calls himself a labrador using Pyrys words. PLEASE.) After one singular training session together, to see if Max and Daniel will somehow be more productive together, if the competitiveness will lead them to breaking personal records, Pyry and Rupert decide to never let them train together, because it lead to the sparring on the floor and both getting boners about it.

Yes. All of this, all of what's been written, and everytime he smiles he's got braces. Remember.

Max's pubes stuck in his braces while he's giving an interview, realising when he's walking up to the mic by mouth feel, and trying to talk with his lips over his teeth the entire time. It looks and sounds soooo weird.

Canon yes. Max refuses to leave Daniel's side, even when some other drivers come to visit, like the drivers who caused/got caught in the crash to apologise, Max is there, pretending he's not listening, but studying Daniel's face to see if he forgives them. If Daniel is nice to them, then Max is nice to them. Somewhat. No punches thrown, but a poignant comment during a press conference is given for sure.

In an ideal world, the ring gets put on after Max retires, Daniel gets a championship, they become dads, and Max gets to take his adopted chubby toddlers to the races to watch their other dad go zoom zoom in a big car. I feel like that's the ideal ending to any maxiel au lolol.

Yup yes. Link to ask and response.

Thematic earrings for each race Daniel.

[basedbogwizard]

gudao/angra mainyu posting again because i am once again sick in the head about them. this time im just going to drop some random headcanons i have about them. slight nsft warning as well. oh and ordeal call 2 spoilers.

- it starts off with gudao crushing more on angra mainyu. angra isn’t not receptive to it, he just doesn’t take it too seriously, doesn’t really believe it.

- angra definitely teases gudao nonstop about it too. once it’s reversed on him though, he loses some of his composure though…he’s not used to this overwhelming kindness, attention, and affection. it feeds this unknowable hunger for more inside of him.

-meanwhile, gudao is just throwing himself at angra in the most blatant displays he can manage. grailing him, snagging sweets for him from the cafeteria, gifting him weird items he’d think would give him a laugh: just small tokens of his affection.

- i think gudao would wear the red bandana angra mainyu gives you for Valentine’s Day somewhere in his person, like around his upper arm. it breaks angra’s brain and he can’t think straight when he sees gudao wear what was supposed to be the lamest valentines ever like a badge of honor.

- i heard a head canon/idea lately that all of the avengers care deeply for ritsuka in their own way, hence their fierce loyalty, almost to the point of yandere behaviors :>. i think angra would hide it in his own way since he is all the world’s evils, and if he were to truly have gudao all to himself, well…that wouldn’t be too good for humanity. can’t kill humans without any humans around :p

- they are definitely freak4freak. I don’t think it’d be toxic yaoi (ok maybe a little if you wanna get weirder with it).

- I know that angra mainyu technically doesn’t leave chaldea at the end of OC2 since he’s just always been there, but thru the fgo story. but like…what if gudao wanted to make him stay, since he’s starting to disappear slowly?

- he asks angra to make a time loop so he can figure out how to keep him around. and angra mainyu just…lets him try, for a while. because of course he wants to stay, but he knows that the dead must always go back and leave those in the living world to live. if Gudao can carry on, then…

- of course gudao won’t let angra mainyu leave. he knows that this has happened to him before: saying goodbye to his one chance at happiness, to see off his loved ones live again…second chances don’t come often. Gudao wants angra mainyu, the one he loves, to be happy.

- which is why gudao says: “possess my body, and live in my skin until we solve the bleached earth phenomenon”.

- he says no, outright. Gudao says they’ve done this before, he can handle his curses, the corruption. (based on a diff fic I wrote dw bout it) it’s rotten work. not if it’s you.

- plus, absorbing all 6 billion of those curses…angra worries it would kill gudao. he left that out of the equation last time. Gudao doesn’t care, can’t imagine a life without him in it. he’s already seen hell seven times over, survived the garden of lost will by the skin of his teeth. what’s another gauntlet of horrors for him?

- angra keeps denying him, as tantalizing as the idea is…because of course, it would be a dream come true. possessing gudao, living in his skin, seeping into the marrow of his bones…owning him, and being owned by him in mind, body and soul…nothing would be closer to heaven for him.

- so he agrees, and falls into a short coma once angra releases the deluge of curses. he wakes up a week later with some…changes.

- angra is gone, but present in his thoughts, his feelings, his physical ticks. he can feel him looking behind is eyes, feel his thoughts brushing against his own. it’s strange and enrapturing. they can still have “fun” together in their dreams.

- I think gudao’s skin would turn chalky pale, and have some remnants of angra’s tattoos marked on him. angra’s eye colors would also surface occasionally. Gudao opts to hide these changes most of the time, but he can’t hide all of the tattoos (not that he’d want to).

- angra can also take control of his body when gudao is willing, which can lead to some fun activities :3

- ok im tired gn bye

[xiaovein]

🌻 for you!

ouhhh hiii! been very into link click recently . prepare for a long ramble under the cut

I LOVE LOVE LINK CLICK 😭😭😓😓😭😻🩷😻😭😻 it’s like my new spinterest i think i dk i think about it every minute of my life “ok but what’s link click about” doomed yaoi time travel bro . in all seriousness ill go through what it’s abt in a minute

sometimes it feels like a attractive male factory but that’s ok i forgive them 🩷 blargh look at them

my favourite is the blonde one btw her name is xia fei i think she’s transfem btw hence the she/her pronouns. she’s just a conventionally attractive broke college students doing modelling as a part time job i love her i will save her from her possibly cannibalistic boss (red hair) and annoying client who apparently has a god complex (purple hair)

aaanyways listen up. the white hair guy is lu guang the black hair guy is cheng xiaoshi the girl with the bob hair cut is qiao ling 👅👅👅 i like them a lot they are the main characters of link click Lalala. though it’s more of cheng xiaoshi and lu guang. btw cheng xiaoshi and lu guang are heavily heavily HEAVILY queercoded and cheng xiaoshi is literally canonically bisexual. the studio that animated them retweeted fanart of them kissing if it’s any indication. also they work in a photo studio and qiao ling is the landlady

ok so BASICALLY to like really strip it to its barebones link click is about cheng xiaoshi and lu guang going back in time with their powers. it’s essentially cheng xiaoshi can enter photographs and lu guang can see what happens in the photograph, so their powers are complimentary and they work together to go back in time and do what they’re paid to do by clients WITHOUT changing anything in the past that could affect the future.

back to characters . 2nd row - red hair guy is Vein like the blood vessel. i think she’s transfem too my bad. she does have a chinese name but it’s Spoilers sorta so i shan’t spoil. purple guy is liu xiao. he’s 😭😓😓😓 he 😭😓 yeah. 👍🏼 yeah he’s . ok and XIA FEI 😻😻 LALALALA . anyways i put them all in a row because they’re the antagonists of yingdu (aka bridon arc) which is the prequel! awesome right. have i mentioned xia fei is a pawn yet. she doesn’t mean any harm 😓😓😓😓 so well i wouldn’t SAY she’s an antagonist exactly? but she’s supposed to be on their side

third row - siblings, li tianxi and li tianchen, prominent characters in season 2. there is some grown as man guiding them to make some not so great choices but he’s ugly asf and not worth my 10 pic limit on phone so idgaf abt him. they’re lowkey doomed siblings to me in a way

also here’s my yuri i like them i miss them no one likes them the way i do

ya well technically xia fei and vein are a more popular ship but i think it sucks? it feels forced and most of the time it’s portrayed as bottom xia fei top vein + xia fei is extremely needy and reliant on vein for protection while also being innocent and naive . idk . they make xia fei way too submissive sometimes like that is a 21 year old

xiaovein is fun though because it’s freak4freak … and i can actually see it happening even though they have like 3 interactions in canon

hmm there was more i wanted to say but i forgot… some people also call link click shiguang dailiren or sgldr or even time agents, which is the literal translation of sgldr . i use link click personally because it’s most common and what im used to

also you’d think that since link click is a chinese anime (donghua?) i’d be great at my chinese from watching it over and over again. no actually . unfortunate

anyways a fun thing to point out is the ship name for lu guang and cheng xiaoshi is shiguang which is literally in the shows title . like alright we know what you are

alright i think im done for this topic because i don’t want to spoil too much and also i don’t understand 100% of it so i wont embarrass myself …. Ya. go watch link click on youtube.

[death-in-a-handbasket]

OMG THANK YOU FOR RESPONDING TO MY ASK I'll be honest my brain completely skipped over the.self insert part BUT ITS ALL AS GREAT I LOVE SELFSHIPPERS🥹 i think i saw your big luca hc post a couple weeks ago bc i have it saved in my gallery LMAO its so detailed and well-thought out itd be exciting to see an aesop one as well ^_^ and the shitpost is making me laugh i assume thats additionally paranormal detective luca my fav. also.uhm.uuhhhh i could be mistaken and your captions on the pt 2 aesop and reader post could be Just Captions. but if not🙏🙏🙏🙏invitation to discuss and learn about the freaky terrible aesop sex agenda i am completely on board🙏

Selfshippers unite in my freak house so we can discuss how we want our blorbos amen 🙏

Also I’m so glad you like my big ol Luca post, I had a lot of thoughts built up about him and I just HAD to go all out hehe, Aesop will be interesting to do, he’s a very intricately constructed man in the sense that I think he’s very Neurotic about how he’s put together

Also tbh paranormal detective or not I think Luca would get saucy with ghosts for science no matter what, he’s a weird little man and I think he’d go into freak territory most people wouldn’t go with a gun, weird science men my beloved

Also my captions are never just captions of course I’m up and about to discuss 🙏 for Aesop freaky sex shenanigans start here this covers the puppet stuff that came to me

as for more freaky sex shenanigans I think Aesop has sex in ways that aren’t technically sex. autopsy time with his person of choice might as well be fucking with how slow and meticulous he is with it, additionally I think he would get freaky with a dead body which is why I’ve designed an oc who can die multiple times over, that guy likes dying in various strange ways just so he can offer his flesh to Aesop’s hands. corpse fornication time ‼️

my favorite tag is consensual but not safe or sane and these two are certainly a freak4freak pair

however trying to do standard sex with him is So Strange And Awkward.

someone help him relax 💔💔💔

[assmaster-8000]

im wondering if i should be making lachesis and clotho a love interest. atropos isn't particularly my mc or A mc, technically, because they're so far removed from canon mc's plot or timeline. but they romance kuras and are the one chasing after him so... they count. lachesis? they like kuras well enough. they share a bed with him, they care for him dearly. but inevitably their goal matters more to them than he ever will, and if they were ever made to choose, they'd pick their dream over him with no remorse. clotho??? they barely acknowledge him. being the one with the most memories of their past lives, they're acutely aware of his intimate involvement in their life (lives?) and thus avoid similar intimate interactions with him. they think of him as a pitiful fool... an idealistic and somewhat sweet one, but a fool regardless. they don't care to save him en masse (lachesis) or personally (atropos). they out there pussyfooting around

i only speak about kuras because all my ocs were originally designed to romance him (ill love you in every timeline type work) but. in the general sense? lachesis and clotho don't love anyone that much to properly romance them. the one person lachesis loves the most someone like them can is my friend's oc 😭 and their relationship ends in flames 😭 still. lachesis is atleast capable of chasing someone. clotho don't gaf!!!!

romancing clotho wouldn't be sweet in any capacity man. they're freak4freak they're not interested in soft intimacy. they can show you affection in their own way + especially if you're a particularly violent and senseless person but other than that you have to come to terms with loving a truly apathetic person

[puckpocketed]

What do you think about the Lightning my friend?

hello!! thoughts on tbl:

hehe batteries team

the ltir t-shirts were hilarious and iconic speaking as someone who wasn’t there for them i think more teams should steer into the skid and play the villain when it’s relatively harmless stuff like that

read a twt thread about how kucherov is a bit of a freak for hockey and i vibe w that big time (freak4freak) hope he keeps that up 👍👍👍

u got duke our beloved ex-wife/single father of 20 at the deadline so i watched for a bit but now he’s on nyi <3

yanni my beloved pest who is your ex-wife . who is also technically a sharks ex-wife (did anyone know this? there are clips of him in media availability for the sharks’ old AHL affiliate. baby yanni. hehehe)

i think of teams in terms of sharks ex-wives i will not lie. so. sharks legend mikey eyssimont ? i hope hes well. give him a kiss on the bucket for us

[satellitesunset]

heeey for the jjk ask game: 2, 9, 16, 17 <3

hiiii <33 thank u for the asks !!

I answered 2 here so I'll do 1 !!

1. Which Jujutsu Kaisen character would you want as your mentor in the world of jujutsu sorcery?

GETO SUGURU !! I think a lot (and I mean a lot) abt the moments in jjk0

insane moment of him, but my god, do I love it. the thing abt geto is that within the nature of his technique (probably allowed a unique perspective on curses and cursed energy) + who he is (someone who tends to be knowledgeable especially when it comes to jujutsu business (prevalent heavily in hidden inventory)) he'd be such a good teacher and I think he'd be great at getting articulating ideas in different ways !! also, as a fighter, he's very well rounded so again. he can offer a lot as a teacher

9. What's your favorite fight scene

it changes depending on the day ngl- its funny im not normally someone who enjoys battles but I think in jjk they're (most often) done very well and also just really serve a role narratively.

that being said !! I think I'll always have a personal soft spot for the one btwn yuji&nobara vs. eso&kechizu (+megumi unlocked his domain) ! not only is it so (at the risk of sounding like a 13yo) cool but also it's very satisfying yk?? I really love how it's a turning point narratively especially with how it offers a more almost ruthless (but still very human) side to the characters. (also the added context of knowing eso and kechizu r technically yuji's half brothers Hmm) (also MEGUMI DOMAIN EXPANSION!!)

16. Which Jujutsu Kaisen characters have the best dynamic?

where do I even begin. ok so best is a broad category bc like. satosugu are just on another level in terms of two bodies on soul. they redefined soulmatism. everything they've ever done narratively Is because of and for each other. they are so complimentary on all levels. words can't capture what they r to each other. I can talk abt them for ages. they are so fundamentally intertwined and woven together. their love transcends all sort of limits. etc etc.

But also. sukugo. the strongest of today vs strongest of all time. they are the freak4freak couple. there's this level of fuckery to them that is so insane and intense and very distinctively them.

HOWEVER I can't not talk abt best dynamics and not bring up the many siblings dynamics in jjk but specifically for me, mai and maki. they're my roman empire, they haunt my thoughts. but it's the kind of thing were words fail me so.

anyways. it might be stsg.

17. Match your favorite JJK character with a song.

ok so I'm gonna go with gojo and I bet on losing dogs by mitski bc. well. reasons and also this edit.

jjk ask game (send a number ♡)

[mi-stress-of-chaos]

Thanks for the tag 😁

Favourite character: Sirius Black

Fav Romantic Ship: Wolfstar and Rosekiller is a close second

Fav platonic ship: Bartylus and Prongsfoot.

Rarepairs: Omg they are too many. Sunkiller, moonwater, bitchkiller, Evan(s), rosestarkillerchaser (that's technically not a pair), pandalily ( I'm not sure if they are a rarepair cause I see marylily in most fics), blackcest (no I won't explain) etc

Fav headcanon: 1) Bartylus and Prongsfoot were each other's first kiss and gay awakening. Evan and Remus just accepted that their boundaries are thin as fuck and just go with the flow. 2) Desi James my beloved 3) Evan and Barty are freak4freak but people don't believe it cause Evan seems sane on the surface. 4) Rosekiller invited Reg for a 3some but he would refuse. When jeggy happened the invitation changed to 4some and after some talk they did it. 5)Dorlene happened in 3rd year and they watched the rest of the couples flail around each other while laughing at them.

Charecter I kin: Barty Crouch Jr

Open tags. ^⁠_⁠^

Okeyyy do this and tag the moots

marauders fandom get to know me

favorite character(s): Evan, Emmeline

favorite romantic ship: Rosekiller

favorite platonic ship: Regulus & pandora, james & marls & peter

a rarepair you really like: Rosestar, Bartylily

your favorite hc for any character: Evan loves anything strawberry (flavored, scented, ect)

what character you kin: Evan

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