#underrated boy group

[thekeytmyheart]

Watch a fun cute compilation of VANNER Hyesung and the many noises he makes

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group J Round 1: #J3 vs #J6

#J3: Cat demon stuck in cat form, gets adopted as a pet.

XiaoHei is a young cat demon training to be an Executor, someone who maintains the balance between humans and demons. His first mission as a trainee was to steal the Sky Pearl. He succeeded, but he also got injured enough to be unable to revert to his human form. Stuck in his cat form, he gets adopted by the human girl XiaoBai as a pet. The story then follows XiaoHei’s adventures as a pet cat in a human home while also evading the pursuit of his enemy, Diting.

#J6: Students transported to bizarre new realities

Thirty-six students find themselves and their school building suddenly adrift in a void-like dimension. When supernatural powers awaken in some of them, a sense of detachment begins to divide the group. Despite the student council's attempts to impose order, they clash with the students possessing special abilities, who rebel against their strict control.

This conflict leads them to discover that this world has its own set of rules—and following them is necessary for survival. After one of the students decides to take a leap of faith, the school switches dimensions once again. While they deal with the unique challenges and circumstances that each world presents, the students must unravel the mysterious phenomenon and find a way back home.

Titles, propagandas, trailers, and poll under the cut!

#J3: Legend of Luo XiaoHei (series) (Luo XiaoHei Zhan Ji)

[Submitter: Now, I could not find a single trailer for season 1, and this show doesn’t have an opening sequence either, so I’m sharing the s2 trailer instead. It’s not spoilery, so you can watch it.]

Propaganda:

Demons try to coexist with humans and maintain balance; however, most humans aren’t even aware of their existence. XiaoHei himself has had little interactions with humans aside from his master—who doesn’t count since he’s feared by both humans and demons alike. It isn’t until XiaoHei meets XiaoBai that he actually learns more about them and their way of life. Slowly, he gets drawn to the human life and also learns to have fun just like the human kids his age.

But then there’s the antagonist, Diting, who’s out to retrieve the stolen Sky Pearl. As XiaoHei battles with him, we, along with the human characters, learn more about the magic in the world—And I absolutely love this gradual way of unfolding the lore to us viewers. The worldbuilding is quite intricate, but not once does it ever feel overwhelming.

The fight scenes of this show are also very immersive. I don’t know what technical terms to use to describe it, but I love how it’s not just the characters moving around but also our perspectives. It feels as if we’re also fighting along with the characters.

But although there are a lot of fight scenes and supernatural stuff thrown in, at its core, LXH is a story about a young demon learning that there is more to life than magic and fighting. It’s about XiaoHei discovering what it is he really wants to do without fear of losing what he calls his home, for home will always be with him.

The s2 trailer I shared may be action-packed, but s1 is actually more of a slice-of-life. And oh, don’t be mistaken by the fantasy-looking setting in the trailer; this story is set in modern times. The plot of s2 is XiaoHei continuing his training through a virtual reality game (like the Greed Island Arc in Hunter x Hunter), but this time, he brings his human friends with him.

Both S1 and S2 combined, there are only 40 episodes. That may seem a lot, but each episode is only 5-10 minutes long. You can binge everything in a day. But even though it’s short, the show does not lack anything. There are colorful characters, amazing animation, hype fight scenes, interesting supernatural stuff, and also a cute cat. The art style is also nice, reminiscent of Studio Ghibli (and there’s even a Howl’s Moving Castle reference in S1E1!)

Both seasons are something that you can watch when you don’t have much time and energy for plot-heavy stuff but still want something exciting. Even if you end up not voting for this show, I really hope you consider checking it out, as well as its movie. It really is such a beautiful and comforting show.

P.S.: This series takes place about three years after the events in the movie (which has the same title in Chinese, but is more known as simply “Legend of Hei” in English). The series aired first before the movie, though, so it doesn’t matter (still, I recommend watching the movie first).

Trigger Warnings: Child death (it’s fake, but the characters’ reactions feel so real), teens/adults fighting children. XiaoHei is a great fighter, and the people that can match with him are only those older than him.

#J6: Sonny Boy

Propaganda:

Sonny Boy is one of the best shows to come out in recent years. The setting and plot is very fantastical, with superpowers and dimension travel, but fundamentally the story is about the characters. The character writing is really unique. Even the side characters feel like real people, not just cheap gimmicks.

But the main draw for a lot of people are the visuals. Sonny Boy looks like no other anime. The backgrounds are just absolutely stunning, and the realistic character design helps contrast the unreality of the world. There are these amazing visual sequences that just blow you away with how creative the writers must be.

I can't say much without spoiling but it's the kind of show you just have to experience. This is the kind of show where people either love it or hate it. If you are looking for clear, linear storytelling, this is not the show for you. If you're looking for a straight mystery where everything is solved in the end, you might be disappointed. If you want to cry, and feel something, and think about what it means to be alive, then I cannot recommend a better show.

Trigger Warnings:

Animal death - a bird died and is used as a metaphor

Flashing lights - many weird kaleidoscope effects and other sequences

If you’re reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

[natsmagi]

The problem with enstars is that it's a silly lil idol rhythm game and then you get into it and it swallows you whole and you end up with people going '....wait, phone calls?'

THE LEVEL OF PARASOCIALISM ENSTARS HAS IS INSANE. got me talking about these characters like theyre real people to my friends. got me saying shit like Sorry guys i gotta stop playing for now i need to go exercise with adonis and theyll just be like ? what?

[jaejoongs-nipple-piercing]

Well, good news: the Sangdo pc I lost did not accidentally fall into the garbage bag.

Bad news: I’m still not sure where exactly he could have gone.

[newdayzinthepark]

I don’t think you understand, he made my day.. I was so stressed and uncomfortable (bc skool🤓) but when I saw him I instantly felt calm again 🥹 Taehyun cutest boy I wanna squish him affectionately !!!!!!!

[pentagonieslut]

fifty-fifty

you're my fifty-fifty.

WARNING THE FOLLOWING HAS BEEN INCLUDED INTO THE STORY WHICH CONSISTS OF: drinking, partying, name calling, derogatory statement, entertaining a club patron, attempted forced sex, fighting, cursing, night club worker, attacking a female, psycho guest, unmentioned yet shown action of attempted krilling.

black thorn and this story; fifty-fifty will be released on both wattpad and here so for more updates on the stories or to have a consistent read for both stories and more from my new vault, follow me @pentagonieslut here if you're new or not already and @ptggang on wattpad. without further ado, here's chapter one!

zen was running around, taking the trash out and loading stuff into her car that she was going to take to the donation center. once she finished, she slammed the trunk of her car shut and sighed, leaning against it with a smile. "i did it within the time limit too." she said to herself as she stood back up and made her way back to her apartment.

walking back to her apartment, zen caught herself as she almost tripped over the small bump in the carpet in the hallway. checking to see if her heel broke, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked up, blinking quickly at doha who only smirked slightly. "be careful, you tripping can be a scary moment for me."

laughing she looked at him in amusement. "scary? tripping is only accidental." zen replied as she continued walking to her apartment. hearing doha call to her she shook her head. "only because you're considered 'princess' here." entering her apartment zen laughed to herself. she didn't realize that there were actually zero females here like everyone had said. she really was the only one.

after getting on her appropiate jeans and a hoodie, she made sure she had everything and made her way down to her car. zen was lost in her thoughts of what she wanted to eat and the fastest route to the donation center would be. "have a good day, doha." she said quickly as she ducked under his arm with the planks he was carrying, hearing his songful goodbye.

not paying attention to where she was going, she felt a hand smack her forehead quickly and a hiss left her lips as she dropped and rubbed her forehead quickly, a soft whine leaving her lips as she glanced up. "oh, sorry.." she said as she composed herself. "muzin..right?" she asked as the male nodded. "yeah, nice to finally meet you, princess."

coughing, she shook her head quickly. "please..don't call me that. i hated it when doha told me it and i hate it when you say it." muzin laughed and nodded, a grin on his face. "so, where are you going?"

"to get some food, i'm hungry. i also need to drop some stuff off at the donation center. oh- i'm going to be late!" she shrieked as she said a quick goodbye and ran down, jumping into her car and speeding off to beat the traffic and make it before the donation times were over.

zen had made it on time and successfully donated everything, heading to pick up the thai food she had ordered. she had sat in her car in the parking lot of the restaurant, eating her lunch in silence as she watched the other cars pull into the parking lot and the people who had gotten out of their cars.

"welcome back, princess." hangyul had said to zen as she entered the elevator and smiled at the older. "thank you." her face becoming stern as she turned to him with crossed arms. "is that what all you boys have settled on?" not sparing a glance at her and humming in thought, hangyul nodded. "the whole building agreed. our floor especially." shaking her head and giving up, she stepped out the elevator once it made it to their floor, beelining for her apartment to escape the nickname. she couldn't get used to it.

once safe from the nickname in her apartment, she had settled onto the couch and turned the tv on, snacking on her pringles as she watched the drama.

looking away from the tv and out the window, she had noticed the dark outside. "alexa, what time is it?" zen asked as alexa responded. "good evening, zen. it is 9:59 PM."

gasping in shock, zen got up and closed the blinds for her windows, keeping time check as she rushed to get ready. she had forgotten she had picked up a shift and made sure her thighs didn't eat her shorts as she decided to forgo the ability to take her time and enjoy her time before work.

snatching her bag and dashing out, she saw the elevator on the second floor and groaned in anger. yanking open the door to the stairs, she sprinted down and jumped down the last flight of stairs, not bothering to greet the security officer who always swung by.

"hello princess.." bit trailed off as zen dashed past him and ran to get the taxi she had saw almost pass by.

making it on time, zen smiled and grabbed a tray, serving the first round of drinks to the VIP corner. gracefully setting down the tray and placing the drinks on the table, she introduced herself to the few people sitting down, telling them to ask for her to anyone walking by or to come up and personally ask for her to assist them.

as the VIP guests were doing fine, she moved to serve another table, greeting the male who only smiled back. "not going to join the dancefloor?" you had asked as the male only shook his head. "no, thank you though. i prefer to watch from here and see who i can possibly take home." nodding her head in understanding, zen pulled her black light flashlight out and waved it in the air. "mind if i check your hand? to see if you're old enough for alcohol."

holding his hand out, zen shined the light on the back of his hand and nodded. "what would you like to drink?" the male thought for a second and smiled. "a private room with you and a 42zombie." laughing zen shrugged. "i don't know about the first part but i do know about the second part. i'll go have your drink made." zen walked off and yelled to the bartender to make her ordered drink. while she waited, the house mom appeared and placed a hand on zen's shoulder. "you have been requested for a private room. go ahead and take his drink and go. i'll have someone else take care of the VIP for you." nodding, zen took the drink and made her way to the room number she was told, entering after knocking gently and giving a soft smile.

"here's your drink, sir." zen said playfully as the male took the drink with a smile. "thank you. you can call me allen. you're zen, right?" he asked as the female nodded. "at your service." she said as allen only chuckled.

"you know, i rarely get a private room at this club. the girls here are never that interesting. i hate it. but, seeing some of them be absolute whores makes me want to just show them what a whore they truly are." allen said nonchalantly as zen had a small feeling of weird creep up on her. "sex fiend, huh?" she replied as the other shrugged. "maybe. i think i just love being a hard dom." nodding, zen giggled softly and crossed her legs as she stared at the man across from her. she tilted her head to the side. "how's the drink?"

allen hummed in approval at it and the night went on as the two talked. more and more, zen became weirded out at allen's statements. she didn't know if she wanted to fully listen to him talk about how he fantasized about having a female chained and used as his fleshlight. she became even more creeped out at his mention of how she was just so pretty and could have her insides stuffed with cotton and put on display in a museum..a private museum.

happy her shift was over, zen decided a walk to clear her mind of the slight creepiness of allen would be good. little did she know that allen would follow her and start bugging her. "allen, please leave me alone. i just want to go home in peace." she had groaned out as the male only grinned. "you can go home with me, we can have a great night and maybe even get to know each other more." a sudden image of what allen's dungeon might look like sent chills down her spine as she shook her head.

allen's face had changed and he pushed her into the alley, slamming her against the wall. gritting his teeth, he glared at her in anger. "why? you have someone at home? you looked at me and paid attention to me!" he yelled at her as she tried pushing him away. "allen, it's apart of my job. i technically don't even have any reason to be in a private room except to serve. the dancers are the ones who keep you company." zen replied calmly as allen shook his head. "no. you do belong in a private room. that means my bedroom. being my pretty doll." moving quickly, allen had turned zen around and bite her neck, causing her to hiss as she felt the hickey being formed.

allen had tried to shove himself inside zen who fought back and kicked him in his stomach, starting to run back to the apartment complex with the tipsy, crazed male chasing after her. "leave me alone allen!" she yelled over her shoulder as she continued sprinting, not even looking back.

as she tripped once again just as she made it into the main area of the building, she had tripped and took a second to get up, screaming at the sudden sight of allen sitting on top of her and attempting to hold her down.

fighting to the best of her ability, she yelled again and blocked each time he tried to get his hands around her neck, which he finally succeeded, zen still struggling. remembering what she had learned from her dad, she bucked her hips up and flipped him off of her, struggling to get up as she coughed from all the yelling she had done.

allen grabbed her leg and yanked her back to him, a shriek leaving her lips as she screamed again. "what do you want from me, allen?!" glaring at her, he roared at her. "you home with me!" a shocked sound left her lips as she looked at him as if he was crazy. "no, fuck off!" she yelled back as allen got angrier.

bracing herself for what was about to happen, zen closed her eyes after she had crawled closer to where the elevators were, to help make her escape a bit easier.

she felt a stinging pain and opened her eyes to see a knife stabbed into her thigh. seeing allen's dark look as he towered above her scared her, a large gulp following her increasingly rapid heartbeat.

[commiehilfiger]

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the world needs more gg collabs

[essentiallykpopandbl]

Watching Rie's new music video with eyes wide and my jaw on the floor. Why you ask? Because.....

I, however, am not one to complain about Junji being shirtless. I am in love with all these music videos and what this group is doing. That being said, the videos seem to be getting more and more gay and I am very interested to see what Nine and Mill do.

[nightmarerose1]

My favorite scene from the Hazbin Hotel trailer🗝️:

#1. Sir Pentious outfits🐍🎩

#2. Alastor taking The Egg Bois out on a field trip🥚🎩 📻

#4. MIMZY MY UNDERRATED PRINCESS🥰

#4. Omg their friendship group is going to be so chaotic I love it😩

#5. CHAGGIE MOMENTS!🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

#6. THE KING HIMSELF LUCIFER🍎 I WANNA SEE LILITH SO BAD👑

#7. IS THIS EVE?! LIKE IS SHE FAKING A SMILE OR JUST WANT TO SEE HELL CRUMBLE 🍃

[soonhoonsol]

Hello! 😇

Welcome kpop gif/gfx makers to your one-stop navigation for network tags to help your content be more visible to your fandom(s)!

A kpopblr network is a blog dedicated to kpop content made by creators for a specific fandom on Tumblr. There are 4 genres - boy groups, girl groups, multifandom, and idol-specific.

Each network has a specific hashtag (#) that they consistently check to reblog your content so that it reaches a wider audience. This is especially crucial for Tumblr where your dashboards run on reblogs.

Without further ado, let's get on to the networks!

Disclaimer: This list aims to be as comprehensive as possible. If there are any missing names, or names that should be taken out, drop me a DM or ask and I'll update the list! 😇

Note 1: All networks are run voluntarily by fellow users, so please understand that some networks may be inactive.

Note 2: Some networks are only available to members only, which will be accompanied by (MO).

These are kpopblr networks specific to boy groups and/or male idols only.

boy-idol - #boyidoledit

dailyboygroups - #dailybg

foryouridol - #fyiedit

kpopco - #kpopco

malegroups -  #mgroupsedit

malegroupsnet - #malegroupsnet

peaktimenet - #peaktimenet (for idol groups that participated on the survival show Peak Time)

These are kpopblr networks specific to girl groups and/or female idols only.

beautyidol - #beautyidolsedit

dazzlingidols - #dazzlingidolsedit

femadols - #femadolsedit

femaleidol - #femaleidol

femaleidols -  #femaleidolsedit (they’re not a network, but they do reblog creations under this tag!)

girlgroupnetwork - #ggnet

idolady - #idolady

kggnet - #kggnet

kgirlsquad - #kgirlsquad (MO)

kgoddesses - #kgoddesses

kpopggs - #kpopggedit

stanthemyoucowards -  #underratedgirlsedit

These are kpopblr networks that are open to both male and female idol groups. They may also include soloists.

conceptphotos - #kpopconcepts

dailymusicians - #dailymusicians (also for Western artists)

hybenet - #hybenet (requires membership; for Hybe artists only)

idolnexus - #idolnexusedit, #idolnexusnet (MO)

idolwork - #kidoledit, #idolwork

jypartists - #jypartists (for JYP artists only)

jypenet - #jypenet (for JYP artists only)

k-bands net - #kbandsnet

kflops - #kflops (for artists not in the Big 4 or in major groups)

k-garden net - #kdgnet (select artists only)

kgfxnet - #kgfxnet

kmultiverse - #kmultiverse

kpclub - #kpc.creators

kpopcreators - #kpopedit

kpopgfxnetwork -  #kpopgfxnetwork (MO)

kpopscape - #kpopscape (MO)

kpopcontentcreatorsclub - #kpopccc

kpopstages - #kpopstages (for stage performances)

k-soloists - #ksoloists

k-vanity - #kvanity (MO)

neweraidols - #neweraidols (for groups debuted in 2019 or later)

nugudols - #nugudolsedit

nugudom - #nugudom, #nugudomedit

nugunetwork - #nugunetwork

rookienet - #rookienet (for rookie idols and/or groups that have not hit their 3rd anniversary)

secondgenidols - #secondgenidol (for groups debuted in 2012 or earlier)

smsource - #smsource (for SM artists only)

ultkpopnetwork - #ultkpopnetwork (open), #ultkpop (MO)

unbleachedidolsnet - #unbleachedidolsnet 

underrated-idols - #underratedidolsedit

underratedkpopgfxnet - #ukpopgfx

Finally, these are kpopblr networks that are specific to an idol or group.

Be sure to follow the networks so you can see their reblogs!

Numbers / A to G

2NE1 - #blackjacknet

3YE - #daily3ye

8TURN - #8turnet (no known admin)

AB6IX - #ab6ixedit (no known admin)

A.C.E. - #choicenetwork, #acenet, #standbyace 

aespa - #aespainc, #aespadaily, #4aespa

AKMU - #coedkpopedit

AMPERS&ONE - #ampers&onetwork, #&onetwork

AOA - #dailyaoa

APINK - #dailyapink

APRIL - #apriledit

ARTMS - #artmsource

ASC2NT - #forasc2nt

ASTRO - #foraroha, #arohanet, #astroclub

ATEEZ - #ateezedit, #atzsource, #atinysource, #ateezlovenet, #destinyversenet (MO), #ateezinc (MO), #seonghwanet (for Seonghwa only), #yeonet (for Yeosang only)

BILLLIE - #billlienet

BLACKPINK - #blackpinknet (MO), #parkchaeyoungnet (MO; for Rosé only), #forjennienet (for Jennie only)

BOYNEXTDOOR - #forbnd

BRAVE GIRLS / BBGIRLS - #dailybravegirls / #bbgirlsource

BTS - [check the end of the post]

CHERRY BULLET - #lulletnet

CIX - #cixnetwork

CLC - #dailyclc

CRAXY - #craxyfannet

CRAVITY - #forluvity

DAY6 - #daysixnet, #mydaysnet

DKB - #dkbnet

DREAMCATCHER - #hfdcedit, #dreamcatcherdaily

DRIPPIN - #drippinet, #woollimnet

E'LAST - #elringnet

EL7ZUP - #el7zupsource

ENHYPEN - #enhypenet, #enhypennetwork (MO)

EPEX - #epexnet

EVERGLOW - #everglownetwork

EXO - #exosnet (MO), #bbh-net (for Baekhyun only), #kimkainet (for Kai only)

FROMIS_9 - #fromisnet

(G)I-DLE - #gidleedit, #gidlenet (closed)

GFRIEND - #dailygfriend

GHOST9 - #ghost9net

GOLDEN CHILD - #gncdnetwork (MO), #woollimnet

GOT7 - #got7editorsnet (MO), #thegot7network (MO), #got7edit, #got7daily

GWSN - #dailygwsn

GUGUDAN - #gugudannet

H to N

H1-KEY - #forh1key

HELLO VENUS - #hellovenusnet (MO)

iKON - #ikonsnet

ILLIT - #illitnet

ILY:1 - #ily1edit

INFINITE - #woollimnet

ITZY - #itzynetwork (MO), #formidzy, #theitzydaily

IVE - #ivenet

IZ*ONE - #izonetwork

KARD - #hiddenkardnet, #coedkpopedit, #karddealer, #kardnet (MO)

KEP1ER - #kep1ernetwork, #kep1erwork

KISS OF LIFE - #kiofsource, #kiofnet

LE SSERAFIM - #lesserafimnet

LIGHTSUM - #lightsumnet (MO)

LOONA - #loonawork, #orbitloona, #vitaminyeojin (for Yeojin only)

LOVELYZ - #lovelyzdaily, #woollimnet

MAMAMOO - #moomoosource, #mamamooedit, #moomoocentral

MCND - #mcndnetwork

MOMOLAND - #merriesnet

MONSTA X - #mx7net, #monstaxedits, #mxmbnet, #monsta17, #2wonnet (MO - for Hyungwon and Wonho only)

NCT - #neohours, #nctinc (MO), #nctcreations (MO), #haechannet (for Haechan only), #mklnet (for Mark only), #doyoungnet + #doiezennet (for Doyoung only), #yangx2net (for Yangyang only)

NEWJEANS - #newjeansnetwork

N.FLYING - #nflyingnet, #nflyinc

NMIXX - #nmixxnet, #nmixxedit

NU’EST - #loveznet

O to S

OH MY GIRL - #omgsource

OMEGA X - #omegaxnet

ONEUS - #oneusnetwork (MO), #weusnet, #foroneus 

ONEWE - #weusnet, #foronewe

ONF - #lightsonnet, #onfcreators

ONLYONEOF - #lyonet

P1HARMONY - #p1hnetwork

PENTAGON - #uninet

PIXY - #pixynet

PURPLE KISS - #purkissnet, #purkisource

RED VELVET - #rvinc, #rvedit, #dailyrv, #rvnet, #redvelvetinc

RIIZE - #riizenet

ROCKET PUNCH - #rcpcnet, #woollimnet

SATURDAY - #saturdaynet

SEVENTEEN - [check the end of the post]

SF9 - #sfnet (MO), #byfantasy

SHINEE - #dailyshinee, #shineeedit, #shawolsource, #shineegif, #shineenet

SNSD (Girl’s Generation) - #dailysnsd, #onlysoshi

STAYC - #dailystayc, #staycnetwork, #seeunsource (for Seeun only)

STRAY KIDS - [check the end of the post]

SUPER M - #supermsource (MO), #superm-net (MO)

T to Z

THE BOYZ - #tbznetwork (MO), #deobisource, #tbzinc, #destinyversenet (MO)

THE KINGDOM - #kingdomnet

THE ROSE - #therosenet

TNX - #tnxsource

TO1 - #to1gifs, #togethernet

TREASURE - #teumesource, #treasurenet (MO)

TRENDZ - #fy!trendz

tripleS - #triplesnet

TWICE - #fortwice, #dailytwice, #twicework (MO), #twicenetwork, #twicecreations

TXT - #txtnetwork (MO), #moasource, #moacentral, #tubatunet, #hourlyhueningkai / #hourlyhyuka (for Huening Kai only), #choiyeonjunnet (for Yeonjun only), #dailytaehyun / #dailytyun (for Taehyun only)

VANNER - #vannersource

VAV - #vavnet

VERIVERY - #veriverynet

VICTON - #withvicton

VIXX - #vixxnetwork, #vixxedit

WAYV - #wayvnet, #xiaojunsource (for Xiaojun only)

WEEEKLY - #weeeklynet, #fyeahweeekly

WEi - #ruicentral

WITCHERS - #witchersnet

WOO!AH! - #wooahsource

WSJN - #dailywjsn

XG - #xgnetwork

XIKERS - #xikersource

XDINARY HEROES - #xdinarynet 

ZEROBASEONE - #zb1net, #zb1work

Here’s some solo idol-specific networks as well :)

CHUNGHA - #chunghanet

ERIC NAM - #ericnamnet, #ericnamdaebak 

HOLLAND - #hollandharlings

HYUNA - #dailyhyuna, #hyunanet

KWON EUNBI - #woollimnet

SUNMI - #sunminet

WONHO - #wonhonet, #2wonnet (MO)

WOODZ - #bymoodz (no known admin)

And now… the groups with way too many networks to track 🥲

BTS:

#btsedit

#armygfx

#armysource

#bangtanarmynet (MO)

#btsgif

#btsgoldnet (MO)

#clubzerooclock (MO, for Jin, Jimin, V and Jungkook only)

#dailybangtan

#dailybts (not a network, but will reblog some content under the tag)

#dailybusans (for Jimin and Jungkook only)

#dailydaegu (for Suga and V only)

#hopenet (MO, for jhope only)

#houseofddaeng (MO, for Suga, jhope and RM line only)

#hyunglinenetwork (MO, for Jin, Suga, jhope and RM only)

#ipurpleunet (MO)

#jksource / #jungkookedit (for Jungkook only)

#maknaelinegifs (for Jimin, V and Jungkook only)

#namjoongifs (for RM only)

#networkbangtan (MO)

#purplearmynet

#vantaenet (MO, for V only)

SEVENTEEN:

#17net

#monsta17

#studiocarat

#svtcreations (MO)

#svtcreators

#svtedits

#svtgifs (MO)

#svtsource

#thesvttown (MO)

#seventeenweeklyphotography (MO)

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S.COUPS - #hourlycoups / #hourlyscoups

JEONGHAN - #hourlyhannie / #hourlyjeonghan

JOSHUA - #hourlyshua, #shuadata

JUN - #dailywjh / #dailyjunhui / #hourlyjunhui, #forjunhui

HOSHI - #hourlyhoshi

WONWOO - #hourlywonwoo, #fywonwoo

WOOZI - #dailywoozi, #wzcreations

THE8 - #hourlyminghao

MINGYU - #hourlymingyu

DK - #hourlydk

SEUNGKWAN - #dailykwan, #gsseungkwan 

VERNON - #hourlyvernon

DINO - #hourlydino, #dinonetwork

STRAY KIDS:

#3rachasource (for Changbin, Bangchan, Han only)

#bystay

#createskz (MO)

#dancerachasource (for Felix, Hyunjin, Lee Know only)

#destinyversenet (MO)

#staycompany

#staydaily

#staysource

#vocalrachasource (for Seungmin and I.N only)

——————–

LEE KNOW - #leeknownet / #linosource

CHANGBIN - #seochangbinet

HAN - #hjsnet / #forhanji

HYUNJIN - #hyunjinnet, #hyunjinsource

FELIX - #felixleenet

I.N - #inniesource

And we've reached the end! 😮‍💨

If I have missed out on any networks, do send me an ask with the network's link or @ and I'll it into this post! 😎

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group J Round 2: #J6 vs #J4

#J6: Students transported to bizarre new realities

#J4: Kids conquering dungeons to change the world

Details and poll under the cut!

#J6: Sonny Boy

Summary:

Thirty-six students find themselves and their school building suddenly adrift in a void-like dimension. When supernatural powers awaken in some of them, a sense of detachment begins to divide the group. Despite the student council's attempts to impose order, they clash with the students possessing special abilities, who rebel against their strict control.

This conflict leads them to discover that this world has its own set of rules—and following them is necessary for survival. After one of the students decides to take a leap of faith, the school switches dimensions once again. While they deal with the unique challenges and circumstances that each world presents, the students must unravel the mysterious phenomenon and find a way back home.

Propaganda:

Sonny Boy is one of the best shows to come out in recent years. The setting and plot is very fantastical, with superpowers and dimension travel, but fundamentally the story is about the characters. The character writing is really unique. Even the side characters feel like real people, not just cheap gimmicks.

But the main draw for a lot of people are the visuals. Sonny Boy looks like no other anime. The backgrounds are just absolutely stunning, and the realistic character design helps contrast the unreality of the world. There are these amazing visual sequences that just blow you away with how creative the writers must be.

I can't say much without spoiling but it's the kind of show you just have to experience. This is the kind of show where people either love it or hate it. If you are looking for clear, linear storytelling, this is not the show for you. If you're looking for a straight mystery where everything is solved in the end, you might be disappointed. If you want to cry, and feel something, and think about what it means to be alive, then I cannot recommend a better show.

Trigger Warnings:

Animal death - a bird died and is used as a metaphor

Flashing lights - many weird kaleidoscope effects and other sequences

#J4: Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic

Summary:

A Magi is a magician whose inclination toward magic is so immense that they can be said to shape the world. With their significant influence, each Magi chooses a worthy candidate to become a king, then helps them conquer strange labyrinths called "Dungeons" and acquire the power of mythical djinns within. Above all else, the Magi supervises their elected representative as they build a country that might one day bring the world to its knees.

Aladdin is a young Magi wandering the world in search of his true self. However, his journey is not a lonely one, as he is accompanied by his friend and mentor Ugo—a djinn he summons using his flute. On his travels, Aladdin also befriends Alibaba Saluja and guides him to a nearby Dungeon. With this newfound friendship, they begin an epic adventure across the world, witnessing various irregularities that seem more frequent than ever.

Propaganda 1:

Imagine characters from Arabian Nights/1001 Nights coming to life in an anime. Even though it is loosely inspired off of the tales, it is a unique time and place from most anime settings. It has action, humor, and deep concepts. One of my favorite parts about Magi is how well-developed the background characters are.

Propaganda 2:

This anime has a lot of philosophical takes on what fate is. Basically, is everything that happened to you caused by a force you can’t control or is it what you make of it? Is there something or rather someone pulling the strings on what should or shouldn’t be? Is the person you are because you were lucky or unlucky to be born in the wealthy family or not? Why are things the way they are? Why was I dealt with a shitty hand in life? Is it because I’ll never amount to anything, or is something doing this to me? Why are we here just to suffer kind of deal, but you know not the meme version, the really sad and real version. Then you have the side of the people who may have not had the best life, but found a way out of it. Why do some people get to feel the light when you went through the same thing, but still lost and in the dark?

Trigger Warnings: Partial nudity and slavery. One of the mains is a slave in the beginning, but the other two mains help free her from that.

When reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

Know one of the shows above and not satisfied with how it’s presented in this tournament? Just fill up this form, where you can submit revisions for taglines, propaganda, trigger warnings, and/or video.

[flweurlilac]

[Part One]

Cod characters react to you rejecting their confession </3

Part One ✦ Part Two

Character contains : ghost, konig, price, horangi, gaz & nikto

tw : nothing just fluff & maybe a tiny bity angst ♡ reader is poc but i see her as (black) chubby reader bcs my blogs is for chubby gals but i didnt put any descriptions abt readers body (or skintone) so you could have fun with it :) reader is afab btw ^^

♡ ghost

- big boy is mad

- no seriously he is mad.

- when the time you shook your head his sight whos first is kinda bright is now gloomy than ever.

- he would like give you a code about a question of why would you reject him.

- after he knows the reason, he is just kind of like [ *grunts* ... Fine. ]

- he still have a crush on u though, but he didnt have the courage to ask you again unless u change your mind and willing to confess your feelings for him <3

♡ konig

- blud is sad & angrei 😡

- have this '😡' expression after you reject him. But quickly turned into '😞😔' expression.

- quietly ask you "why.. Why darling?"

- after he knows the reason why he kinda try to make himself move on from you.

- but failed </3

- he still love you but he actually still mad at you for rejecting him.

- but he atleast try an effort to still respect you, but this dude is still over the heels for you <33

♡ price

- this is how his emotions looks like

- ☺->🙂->😐->😕->😞

- would quickly put his ciggarates once he saw you shook your head.

- ask you a question "am i not enough love?"

- he saw you shook your head again and heared you give yourself a reason of why would you reject him.

- after that he just went to like "oh.. Oh well fine then." But... He is still not over from you.

- i mean.. He sometimes try to take a glance at you when you were not looking.

- and trust me — this papa try reaaaally hard to not gawk over you cus umm.. He doesnt want to be embarassed.

- i mean.. This man has a lot of reputation in the military and the 141 group so.. better be patient.

- unless you're willing to change your mind and accept him, he would be over the moon :)

♡ horangi

- literally gave you a '😐' to '😒' stare right after u shook ur head and said the word "no"

- try not to look to angry at you bcs you just break his little tiger heart 💔

- he also try not to BARK when he sees you talking to his other comrades (including konig, bcs he is a jealous tiger)

- he would demand ask his comrades to ask you about why would you reject such a value man like him.

- would give you a side eye 24/7 after he knows the reason.

- but pls dont be mad at him for that, he still have a crush on you he just dont want to be seem as desperate.

- infact, giving u a side eye 24/7 is to get your attention back to him ... 😏

♡ gaz

- oh my god.. His heart is just like a snow that is being crushed by someones hands.

- would looked like a kicked puppy after you said "no" To him.

- would ask you quietly "why....?"

- after he knows the reason his whole mood is just become gloomy no matter how reasonable the reason is.

- bcs he is a shy bean so having him confessing his feelings for someone that he loves/likes require a lot of confidence for him to do it so he is really feeling that butt-hurt feelings.

- he actually still love you but he would never ever admit this again. He is too too shy beanie to do it. (Pls do it for him<3)

♡ nikto

- literally angy and sad

- he is infact big (almost like konig) but once he heard the word "no" From you he almost felt his strong and muscly heart being melted.

- he look at you with shocked expression and ask "why.. was i not enough?"

- after he know the reason he is still gloomy and sad of course. But he is not going to give up bcs he is a really determined man so he is really willing to say it back to you.

- unless this time.. He has more bigger & well prepare.

♡❀♡ Note : Guyssss this is my first time writing for nikto hcs/imagines, he is another of the masked men in cod and he was really really underrated, many ppl still didnt recognize his appereance (maybe some are but just dont really that care about him.) so i had to add him on this list. I'll make a part two maybe later with alejandro, rudy, valeria, alex, makarov and keegan :) tell me wht characters should i add in the next part! Enjoy!

[sundrop-writes]

Your First Kiss With Jason Todd

Jason Todd x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary:

Jason always thought he hated you. He did hate you.

Until he didn't.

Until his love for you ruined him in ways he couldn't even imagine.

Jason Todd x Gender Neutral Reader. Frenemies to Lovers. Pure Angst (Hurt, No Comfort). Set during Season 3.

Word Count: 8,200

DC Titans Masterlist | AO3 Link

Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: This fic is almost entirely angst - hurt, no comfort. This fic does not have a happy ending!!! So be warned of that before you enter here. Jason and the reader are described as ‘hating’ each other, but they are more like frenemies/annoyances - they have a playful banter (at the time, even they don’t know that they like arguing because it’s sexual tension and passion for each other); the reader is completely gender neutral - the only pronouns used for the reader are you/yours; this is mostly written from Jason’s POV (which is where most of the angst comes from); Jason describes himself as a ‘zombie’ or ‘half-alive’ - but he is fully alive and has all of his mental faculties, he is just freaked out about the fact that he was resurrected; the reader does not have any meta powers, but is described as being very good at combat (this does not denote the reader’s body type); mentions of sex and some sexual themes - but there is no outright smut and no detailed descriptions of sex; mentions of negative stereotypes surrounding frat boys/frat houses - including STDs and group sex (mentioned in a negative light); mentions of Jason masturbating (and thinking about the reader while doing it); mentions of Jason’s canon trauma (being kidnapped and tortured by Deathstroke, dropped off the building); mentions of Jason being killed by the Joker (and being ressurected by Crane); mentions of the reader mourning Jason’s death; mentions of drugs and drug addiction (based around the canon storyline of the anti-fear gas); mentions of Jason’s trauma surround his mother’s drug addiction; mentions of Jason killing Hank (as in the canon); the reader is kidnapped (by Crane or someone who works for Crane) and held hostage, and later rescued by Jason; somewhat graphic descriptions of violence (Jason beating up Crane, other background instances), gory descriptions of a death toward the end (mentions of acid burns and choking on non-breathable air); major character death - the reader character does die. Like I said - no happy ending. Sorry not sorry.

A/N: This is set during Season 3 - and this does feature spoilers for Season 3 if you haven't seen Titans before. So if you wanna watch the show spoiler free, definitely avoid this fic. I was imagining this to be set around episode 6 or episode 7, before Crane's plan to use the ice cream factory is taken down by the Titans, but obviously Jason breaking away from Crane's control so early goes against the canon - so there's that. Also, if you wanna pair some music with this for something truly heartbreaking, I would highly recommend the classic Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush, or the highly underrated Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3 (the lyrics are way more depressing than people realize, and I love it as a whump song. oomf). I also feel like the song Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny would go so well with this fic, but in like - the most devastating way. I haven't written something this cruel since I wrote Ghosting and I had so much fun doing it. You can't leave me alone with whump for too long, I turn into a monster. I need to go back to smut again quickly lmao.

...

Jason Todd was in love with you. 

It was something that he hated himself for. Actually, it was one of the most infuriating, devastating facts in the world. But it was true. You were someone who was so entirely amazing. You were beautiful - literally the hottest person Jason had ever met who wasn’t photoshopped or catered to be some unrealistic daydream. You were clever and smart and strong. You could kick anybody’s ass on any day of the week and still have enough energy left to tell them how much of an idiot they were and list all of the reasons why. 

And you would definitely never love Jason back. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that he could ever have someone like you. 

So he kept all of that stupid, idiotic love to himself. It was a secret that he had sworn to die with - and technically, he already had. 

Jason tried not to linger on the very fucked up, seemingly impossible fact that he had come back from the dead. And now he was existing as some weird, fucked up zombie thing - resurrected from having his skull caved in by the Joker to do Jonathan Crane’s bidding. This definitely wasn’t what Jason would have wanted out of a renewed life - but hey: when an Arkham prisoner gives you rotten lemons. 

When Jason wasn’t beating down drug dealers, stealing money, or strapping bombs to people - when he was trying his hardest not to focus on the fact that he had died and he was now living some strange half-life, reliant on Crane’s drugs, he was thinking about you. He thought about you a lot. 

He hadn’t come into contact with you since his strange foray back into the land of the living. That was probably for the best. He knew that you had freshly come back to Gotham, upon Dick’s request. Nightwing had called for backup from all the ex-Titans to help end Red Hood’s reign of terror. Jason wanted to stay as far away from you as possible. 

Genuinely, he didn’t want you getting caught in the crossfire of whatever Crane was planning. He wished you had stayed out of Gotham, but he knew that you were too loyal, too good not to come to the aid of the Titans when they needed you. He couldn’t reveal himself to you just for a taste of nostalgia - one last argument before you sold him down the river for good. But fuck - he thought about you a lot. 

When the two of you had first met, you were the last person he ever thought that he would surrender that stupid, soft label of love to. Even months into first knowing you - he would have said that he hated you. He would have told anybody that he found you to be the most annoying person on earth. 

Your relationship used to be the worst kind of dance. 

Every single time that Jason opened his mouth, you said something to contradict him. To a point, he believed that you didn’t even fully stand behind the things you said - you just enjoyed arguing against him. That you did it for sport. You used every single last bit of your time and energy to get under his skin. From mocking him to calling him a fuckboy to prodding at his grammar, poking holes in his points by smugly correcting him. He always found you to be the most infuriating person in any room. But it seemed that the more frustrated he got with you, the more cool headed you remained. 

He tried to mock you back, and you shrugged it off. Every time he became visibly annoyed in your presence - you giggled. He wanted to strangle you. 

And it was one fated day that he realized the line between heat fueled by frustration and heat fueled by lust truly weren’t that different. 

… 

“Jason! I thought I smelled you coming down the hall!” 

Jason groaned when he heard you make this comment. 

He thought that for once, he could have some peace to train alone - but it appeared that he would have no such luck. You were already in the training room, holding a long bo-staff as you ran some drills. Apparently, you were eager to exercise your mouth too - already whipping off clever insults the minute that Jason entered the room. 

When all he could muster was a glare in your direction, you let out a giggle. His blood boiled. 

“Between that god awful Axe body wash and that alcohol based aftershave that you like to drown yourself in, you smell like a walking frat house.” You continued, blabbering on even though Jason had made no efforts to engage you. At least not yet. “Just throw in some Busch Light and weed, and I might be able to catch gonorrhea just from the stench.” 

That was the nerve that hooked Jason into the conversation. First of all - he smelled fucking delightful. He always made hygiene one of his personal priorities. He was absolutely not one of those guys with crusty, sweaty balls. And second of all - he was not one of those STD spreading manwhores. He was clean in all senses. He always used a condom. 

“Sounds like you’ve got experience with that.” Jason quipped back. 

He looked to you for some kind of reaction, some inkling that he had gotten under your skin even a fraction of the way that you did his. His movements were rough with annoyance as he began wrapping his knuckles with tape so he could have a few rounds with the heavy bag - mostly out of a need to pound out his frustration on something. He was getting too angered with your presence in the room and not wanting to snap and take it out on you. (He already had enough on his record with Bruce, and despite popular opinion - he was trying to improve.) 

When you weren’t quick to respond, Jason continued. 

“You used to letting frat boys all over you? You seem like the type of person who would enjoy a good, sloppy frat house train. Twenty guys, one after the other, none of them knowing your name, just because you’re so needy for a good fuck.” 

Jason grinned, feeling like he had won this conversation with the essence of shock alone. 

But no. As always, you remained cool. You grinned right back at him, stepping toward him, crowding into his personal space as you said your next words in a low, smooth voice. 

“Sounds like you spend an awful lot of time picturing me running a train.” You smirked. “Is that why you’re always so late getting up in the morning? You wake up and the first thing you do is get a hand on your dick, imagining me getting fucked by a lineup of guys? Probably just wishing that one of them was you.” 

Jason’s face fell flat. 

You were so strikingly confident in your words that it made his stomach twist. Facing him down, speaking such filthy words without flinching - embarrassment and heat collided inside of him. Even more so with what you did next. 

You put a hand out in front of your crotch, mimicking the motions of jacking off while you mocked him in a broken voice. 

“Oh, oh fuck Y/N! Come on! Take my sloppy, frat house cock!” 

You then mocked a whiny series of moans that must have been Jason’s fake orgasm - and while Jason’s insides bubbled with a confusing heat, you quickly dissolved off into laughter. 

“Shut up.” Jason snapped, forcing his eyes down to focus on the process of taping himself up - praying that you wouldn’t see the heat that had spread across his cheeks. “You’re the fucking worst.” 

“Only when I’m with you.” You replied, blowing him a kiss - to which he stuck his middle finger up at you. 

He was eternally thankful when you went back to your own training in silence, only taking occasional glances up in his direction. 

… 

After that point, Jason had to admit to himself that he was attracted to you, at the very least. He could no longer deny that you were insanely attractive; you were a very, very hot person. And somehow, even past your annoying habits, he was being drawn into the orbit of your gorgeous looks and your wonderfully cocky, filthy mouth. 

But he still hated you. He definitely still hated you. 

He hated it even more when you became right - and you did become the object of some of his more heated fantasies. He became downright annoyed at the times he had his hand around his cock and imagined himself hate fucking you - imagined forcing every cocky retort out of your mouth, imagining you breathless and needy beneath him, begging for more with every hard push of his hips. 

He hated how everything changed after Doctor Light. 

Jason wasn’t thinking about your stupid beautiful cocky mouth after that. His mind was full of glass and he was being shredded from the inside out. He came home broken. After everything that happened with Deathstroke and Doctor Light - he was some fragile bird; some chewed up, used, pitiful thing. He didn’t have the energy to fight you anymore, not even for sport. 

So after he was rescued, still floating in numbness, he didn’t know what to do when you burst into his room unannounced. You practically shoved the door off its hinges, and stormed across the room toward him - tears hot in your eyes. You pounded curled fists against his chest, screaming at the top of your lungs. Half of your words were static in his ears, but the tone of your voice pierced through his heart like an arrow. You called him stupid, asking where in his empty head he had gotten the idea to go off by himself. 

Jason didn’t have it in him to fight you. So he broke down. 

He felt like the world’s biggest idiot for crying in front of you. But his throat was tight and he choked on the tears - he was too tired. He just couldn’t hold them back. He screamed back, and asked you to lay off. To get off his fucking back. 

You looked shocked. Like you had swallowed a piece of glass. 

You surprised him when you uncurled your fists and wrapped the most tender, gentle hands around his back, and for the first time since he had known you - you embraced him in a hug. He was weak and he needed it more than he was willing to admit, so he let you. He sobbed against your neck, his own cries too loud that he missed the timid sound of your apology. 

That wasn’t the only time you surprised him that week. 

He knew it was because he was some broken little bird, but you started taking care of him. You brought him plates of food without being asked, and when he attempted to shove them away - you refused. You told him to eat before you had to ‘shove it down his fucking throat’. 

You didn’t mock him. You didn’t correct him. And you surprised him even more when you turned the sharpness of your tongue on the others when they tried attacking Jason. They accused him of planting booze in Hank’s room or drawing crosses on Rachel’s mirror to fuck with her, among other things. And you popped veins in your neck going on a winding rant about how stupid and baseless their accusations were. 

Jason wasn’t sure if you knew it, but you jumping to his defense wrapped him in a blanket of protection that he had never before felt. It was so entirely strange, but welcomed coming from you. Especially because he knew that it was genuine. He knew that you didn’t have any ulterior motives for doing this - for some reason, you just wanted to help him. 

When you extended an invitation toward him to come with you as the group dispersed, torn apart by Dick’s nasty, festering secret - Jason felt welcomed by you. He knew that the dynamic between the two of you was changing at a breakneck speed, and he had to embrace it. He found himself eager to follow the weird, newly developing kinship that he had with you rather than wanting to stay in the empty coldness of the Tower with a brooding Dick. 

From there, it was really difficult for Jason to pin down the exact moment that his feelings transitioned toward you from casual lust to something more. He couldn’t tell exactly when it turned into that panic-inducing, ‘oh my god, I’m fucked’ feeling of being in love. After leaving San Francisco, during the entirety of the time that the two of you were in Gotham together, your relationship remained completely platonic. 

It was a few short weeks spent kicking ass as the best vigilante duo the city had ever seen, but there wasn’t a single moment Jason could point to where the two of you lit up with that romantic spark. It wasn’t some romcom bullshit come to life. It was just the two of you being friendly for once. The two of you helping each other survive. 

Back then - Jason wanted you, badly. Even if he didn’t know just how badly, he wasn’t going to fuck up the whole dynamic just to get laid. He felt safe with you. He kicked ass with you. He was good with you. And during that short time - he was happy. So he wasn’t going to do anything to risk that happiness. Happiness was too rare for him. So why the hell would he try putting the moves on you, scare you away, and fuck it all up? 

… 

A little slice of that happiness came in the form of Hal’s Diner. It was a place in downtown Gotham, open twenty four hours, and you and Jason had gotten into the habit of stopping there after your patrols. 

The two of you would kick some ass - break the legs of some drug dealers, make sure that women got home safe if they were walking late at night, keep the streets a little safer. And then you would change out of your patrol outfits and head to the diner, just as the sun was rising over the scummy streets of Gotham. You would get breakfast and Jason would get dinner. He would steal one of your eggs and you would take half his burger, and you would always comment about him putting way too much ketchup on his plate. 

It was harmony. 

“You know, every time I see you make a grown man cry, it brings me such intense joy.” Jason grinned as he said this, reminiscing about a beautiful moment from earlier in the night. 

He spoke about it in the same manner that someone might reminisce about seeing a relative or a cute puppy. But this was natural for the two of you - since you had taken up vigilantism as a duo, violence was a sweet art for the two of you. 

“Well, if he would have left that girl alone the first time I asked, I wouldn’t have broken his arm.” You shrugged, speaking very casually about it yourself. 

You then picked a piece of bacon up off your plate and took a bite, grinning at Jason fondly. You did appreciate it when he complimented your skills. 

Jason chuckled. 

“You know, it is nice to see you using your powers for good instead of evil.” He commented. 

“My powers?” You parroted back, your mouth half busy with chewing, your words slightly muffled. 

You didn’t have any metahuman powers, so this comment did leave you slightly confused. 

“Yeah.” He nodded, entirely confident in the statement he had to follow. “Your endless amount of energy to harass people and be endlessly annoying. The powers you used to spend all your time using on me.” 

“You used to deserve it.” You were quick with your tongue as usual, not missing a beat with this statement. 

Jason’s only rebuttal was to pick up a french fry - one not doused in ketchup - and throw it at your head. You flinched slightly when it bounced off your forehead - but when it landed in your lap, you easily picked it up and put it in your mouth, not thinking twice about doing so as you tossed Jason a wicked grin. 

That. That must have been the moment. 

That was the moment he realized that he was truly in love with you. You grinning at him from across the table, your smile lighting up your whole face, playing around with him like he actually made you happy. Like he could spend the rest of his life making you happy. 

That’s why it hurt so much more when your phone buzzed on the table a few minutes later. When you told him that it was the Titans - Gar in trouble. That’s why it hurt so fucking much when you left. 

Jason knew, in hindsight, that he should have gone with you. But he flailed like a rabbit caught in a snare, and rather than just agreeing with you, he felt the trap tightening around him, and he opted to chew off his own foot rather than simply letting you help him free. 

He stupidly argued that it was some test from Dick. That the Titans could deal with their own problems. Jason knew that deep down, he was still tender from everything that had happened - Dick dropping him, even by accident. The accusations, the secrets. The rejection. He felt like he was laying down a line - he was letting you make a choice. 

Him or the Titans. 

But it shouldn’t have been a choice. It was Gar. Jason should have stood by his friend. He should have gone with you. 

Deep down, Jason feared that if he did go with you - the Titans wouldn’t want him back. He feared another cutting rejection. They would simply bench him again, they wouldn’t even need him to help save Gar. They wouldn’t want him to help. He was useless, after all. He was careless and stupid. That was why he needed you to choose him. To stay. 

That was what his mind was screaming out as you looked at him, disappointment flooding your eyes as you questioned him about Gar, about going back to the Titans. 

Stay. He silently begged. Pick me. 

And watching you snatch up your jacket in a huff and get up from the table, your food barely touched - his eyes boring into your back as you retreated - it was like having his heart carved out of his chest. And because he was so fucked up, he just sat there. He couldn’t bring himself to do anything about it. He didn’t chase you. 

He let you go. 

Having you suddenly disappear from his life was like missing a limb. Jason was constantly aching around your non-presence, constantly missing you. He felt torn up from the inside out, wondering if his frayed nerve endings would ever heal themselves. When he went to Donna’s funeral, he stared at you from across the tarmac - telling himself that if you even so much as glanced in his direction, he would cross that sickly one hundred foot black sea and talk to you. He would make the leap and apologize. 

But you were fettered and stubborn and you kept your head straight. You knew it was the ultimate punishment not to acknowledge him. So the moment that the plane took off, Jason shoved on his helmet and sped off on his bike.

He easily became numb after that. 

He went back to Bruce - to lay low and lick his wounds, or because it was the only place he knew, he wasn’t sure. He tried to be a Robin that wasn’t with you. It didn’t work. He felt more broken than ever. It was cheesy, pathetic bullshit - but he talked about you in therapy. Leslie encouraged him to reach out to you, but every time Jason’s fingers hovered over your contact in his phone, his hands shook, and all he remembered was the look of pure scorn you had given him before you snatched up your things and left the diner that day. 

He thought of you as he suited up to go after the Joker. He considered how easy it would be for the two of you to take down the stupid clown together - how flawlessly the two of you worked as a team. 

Jason thought of you as he drew his last breath, soaked in blood and struggling past the world-ending pain. He wondered, in a haze, if you were warm in your bed in The Tower while he was pressed into the cold ground, taunted by the laughter that rung in his ears. 

… 

Jason didn’t know how hard you cried for him when you heard the news of his death. 

You wouldn’t have dared to say that the hole in the middle of your chest was caused by love - caused by the heartbreak of a lover being stolen. But you certainly felt robbed when you heard that the Joker had killed him. You seethed and you heavily considered marching toward Gotham to seek revenge. 

You knew that Dick was angry with Bruce for finally giving in to what the Joker wanted and killing him. For finally ending their sick, twisted game. But when you found out - you were glad that the clown was dead. You wrapped one of Jason’s stolen shirts around your pillow, and you slept a bit easier at night. 

…

Jason knew that he should have left town. 

Crane claimed that Red Hood was going to be the next Batman - that he was going to be something the Bat never could. That he was going to actually keep the streets safe. But so far, all Jason had done was steal, kill, terrorize, torture. Crane spoke of omelets and breaking eggs - pigs and bacon, and ‘marketing’ himself to the public. But truly, it never made any real sense to Jason. 

Jason knew that now, he was the type of man lurking in the night whose arm you would have broken if he was lingering too closely to the vulnerable. And you would have been right for doing so. 

Jason was tired. He felt lost - directionless. He was getting tired of Crane’s bullshit. He missed you. But he knew that he couldn’t just go running back to you. You likely wouldn’t have accepted him back into your life if he did. 

When Crane called him in that night, wanting to discuss ‘the game plan’ - Jason was worn. His patience for all of it was already wearing thin, and what happened next - it truly caused him to snap. 

Jason showed up in full gear, wearing the costume of an alias he no longer believed in; foolishly dressed up as someone he had truly begun to resent. He was holding his helmet in hand, his heavy boots clunking on the floor as he dodged around Crane’s egghead lackeys - a random group of people who were working to convert the anti-fear gas into a larger batch. He knew that they were aiming to get more and more people in the city hooked; if Jason hadn’t abandoned his morals in this new life, he might have cared more about the consequences. 

Instead, he made a B-line for Crane, who was typing away at something on the computer. 

“Jason, my boy!” Crane grinned at him, giving a false, performative grin over his shoulder. “Lovely evening, isn’t it?” 

“What do you want?” Jason asked, his tone flat. 

He was far too tired of Crane to engage in more word play or stupid riddles. 

“Never one for pleasantries, are you?” Crane chuckled. 

Jason didn’t offer him a reply - seemingly confirming his theory with this simple act. 

Truthfully, he wasn’t. He wasn’t feeling very pleasant today. He hadn’t felt very pleasant any day since he had been so rudely pulled from the morgue and zombified to do someone else’s bidding against his will. Being an undead puppet didn’t really make a person all that pleasant. 

Crane reached into the pocket of his oddly quaint grandpa sweater and pulled something out - a small glass vial, containing some clear liquid. It looked harmless - like water. But Jason knew Crane, and he knew that whatever it was must have been entirely dangerous if Crane was carrying around such a small dose of it. 

“Do you know what this is?” He asked, giving the vial a small shake, jostling the liquid inside to emphasize his point. 

Jason hesitated before he shook his head in the negative. He hated to appear clueless and stupid around such an intelligent man, but he didn’t want to guess and be wrong. He knew that being misinformed around Crane was dangerous. But being cocky and pretending to know more than Crane was even more dangerous. 

“This is a very highly concentrated form of liquid Methadone.” Crane explained. “It’s a highly addictive substance. And I think it’s going to give the mass market version of your formula that little extra kick that it needs, ya know? Keep the people coming back for more!” 

He let out a bright chuckle, as though he was talking about a cleaning product that was marketed on an infomercial or some kind of great recipe for soup. That was one of the things that scared Jason the most about Crane - his ability to talk about life changing, deadly things with such jarring enthusiasm. He truly thought of bringing people their worst nightmares and their most painful deaths as ‘beautiful work’. 

“What about it?” Jason prodded quietly. 

He knew that Crane hadn’t called him here just to brag about a new idea to add something to the formula. He needed Jason for something. 

Jason just hoped that he wasn’t looking to use him as a guinea pig again. He would likely rather die again than go down the path of heavy drugs. One thing he had vowed - he wouldn’t end up like his mother. 

“Well, you see, my boy, that’s where you come in.” Crane grinned at him. “Due to its highly addictive qualities, Methadone is also a highly regulated substance. But because I am the wonderfully well-connected man that I am, I happen to know that there is a very large stash of it just sitting there, ripe for the taking, in this quaint little building uptown.” 

Jason’s gut stirred with suspicion. 

“Where uptown?” He asked. 

“Well, it’s just-” Crane stuttered, and then sighed, deciding to get it out and over with. “The Wayne Memorial Cancer Research Facility.” 

Jason glared at him. 

“But see, it’s fine! Because I happen to know someone who knows their way around the Wayne Tech security systems very well. So Red Hood breaks in there, gets me my-” 

“No.” Jason said flatly, before he turned and started to walk away. “Find somebody else. We’re done.” 

Crane had threatened to replace him before. Crane had no-so-subtly threatened to kill him alongside being replaced. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe Jason would be better off dead. Maybe Crane would find out that Jason was irreplaceable after all. Maybe Jason was a dirty, seedy criminal shaped by life for only one thing: ruining the lives of others. If Jason couldn’t do that, he wasn’t sure what he would do. 

But he wasn’t going to fucking do this. 

Killing was one thing. Stealing from drug dealers and mobsters was another. What he had done to Hank had crossed too many lines - but it didn’t even begin to approach the lines that this crossed. 

Stealing from a facility that Thomas and Martha had set up when Bruce was just a child, shitting all over their legacy, using skills that Bruce had taught him in order to do it? That was too far. Jason couldn’t say that he had morals anymore, but he still had that voice of common decency in the back of his head yelling at him to stop it. Maybe it was your voice, correcting him at every turn the way you used to. 

He should listen to that voice. 

He should leave town. 

“Hold on, hold on there, Jaybird!” Crane called after him. 

The pure annoyance that the nickname caused was the only thing that stopped Jason. He considered turning around and shooting Crane just to shut him up. 

“See, I think you forget how this works.” The man went off again - talking in that humming tone he always used that made Jason’s ears numb, made his brain switch off. “Every loyal dog gets a treat. A little motivation to get that Pavlovian mind barking in the right direction.” 

Jason turned back around then. 

“Nothing you say ever makes any fucking sense.” He barked out, ready to leave Crane with these as his last remarks before he left Gotham forever. 

But then Crane tapped at a few things on his keyboard and pulled something up on the monitor - a dark, grainy video feed that had Jason squinting his eyes and walking closer to get a better look. 

When Jason was able to truly take in the scene - his stomach dropped. 

It was you. 

You were sitting alone in some anonymous, concrete warehouse - probably in the industrial district of Gotham, if Jason had to guess. Crane didn’t like to keep his insurance policies too far away, he liked to play it close to the vest. You were tied to a chair, duct tape tight over your mouth, very much there against your will. You were looking straight ahead, with the camera angled down from the top corner of the room. Even through the grainy, black and white footage, Jason could see the wetness of tears streaking down your face. 

You were terrified. 

Jason’s helmet clattered to the floor, slipping from his grip as the shock overtook his system. 

For the first time in weeks, fighting through the numbness of the drugs and the hazy shock of his new half-life - he was terrified too. Then he was angry. Rage bubbled up inside of him like a sharp, acidic bile. 

“What the fuck have you done?” Jason growled out, the anger setting his jaw so tight that the words could barely escape between his teeth. 

“I told you - every loyal dog gets a treat.” Crane said, a barely contained glee filtering through his voice as he peered over Jason’s shoulder at your weeping face on the screen. 

He clapped a large hand on Jason’s shoulder, and Jason felt himself nearly choke on his own tongue - so swollen with anger that it barely fit in his mouth. 

“So, go fetch, doggie.” Crane continued. “Go get me what I need. Otherwise, that sweet little treat of yours is gonna play dead.” 

Crane leaned over and whispered those last words into Jason’s ear - and that was what truly caused him to snap. 

In a flash, Jason grabbed the hand that was on his shoulder, whipped Crane around - there was a loud crack as Jason broke Crane’s arm. The egghead types who were working on the formula all paused; some of them gasped or hid behind things, but none of them were brave enough to intervene. Jason shoved Crane’s face into the monitor, cracking it out like a spider’s web but never fully obscuring the image of that dark, cold warehouse - the place where you were alone and terrified. 

He twisted Crane’s broken arm, making a sound like glass grinding in on itself, and the man let out a howl. 

“I think you forget how this works.” Jason barked at him, his voice so dark with rage that it almost sounded like he was wearing Red Hood’s voice modulator even though his helmet was on the floor at Crane’s feet. “When dogs get pissed off - they bite.” 

He twisted the injury again, and Crane let out another bitter howl. 

Jason demanded to know where you were, and Crane squeaked out an address. It was in the industrial district, so it checked out in Jason’s mind. It didn’t seem like a trap or a false answer to waste his time. 

Jason shoved the pathetic, useless man to the ground, kicked him in the gut for good measure, and then leaned down to grab his helmet before shoving it on. He would need it in case Crane had anybody stationed there, guarding you. 

Crane shouted something at him as he walked away, but Jason was barely paying attention - now very singular minded on his mission toward you. 

“You have to learn to play by the rules, Red!” Crane choked out. “You won’t like how this ends! I made you! I fucking made you!” 

… 

Jason was surprised to find the building empty. No guards, seemingly no bombs, no gas canisters. At first, he thought it really was a trick, a misdirect to waste his time. But when he had just about given up hope of finding you, searching one of the back most rooms that used to serve as overflow storage for Ace Chemicals - he found you. Concrete and anonymous, some of the beams having eroded away in places from improper chemical storage. 

When you saw him stalking toward you - his gun drawn, heavy boots thudding against the floor, modulator puffing out heavy, mechanical breaths - you let out a terrified whimper past the duct tape and more tears flowed freely down your face. 

Jason felt a twinge of guilt. Of course. You had no clue it was him. 

Perhaps he could get away with the mercy of never revealing himself to you. He could keep his mask on, release you, drop you back off with the Titans and then leave town. But eventually, Dick would tell you who he was. 

At the very least, he could give you the comfort of seeing a familiar face after the hell you had been through. You were wearing a sweatshirt and simple cotton pants, and running shoes - it looked like you had been plucked off the street during a jogging session. He could only imagine how much Crane’s lackeys had scared you. 

Once he was confident that the area was secure, he holstered his gun and then reached up, removing the face mask from his helmet and tossing it aside. 

“Hey, hey, it’s me.” He told you - attempting to be gentle and soothing in his voice. 

He approached you slowly, not wanting you to be scared as he reached to his belt for a knife - only with the intention to cut the ropes around your torso, wrists, and ankles. 

He watched your expression as you flashed through a range of emotions - deep confusion, a bit of relief, sadness, and then strangely - burning anger. You glared at him with the most intense rage he had ever seen from you - more intense even than the day you had stormed into his room and called him stupid and suicidal for going after Doctor Light without backup. 

Jason was slightly afraid of the lecture that would come next, but nonetheless, he knelt beside you and began cutting you free. 

The minute that one of your hands was free, you reached up and ripped the duct tape off your mouth. You took only a fraction of a second to wince in pain from the tender skin of your lips being disturbed before you began verbally tearing into him. 

“Jason Todd!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, so loudly that Jason was sure some of the edges of the corroded concrete pebbled off and fell down just from this. “Jason fucking Todd! I should have known you had something to do with this!” 

“Wh-?” 

Before Jason could question your odd choice of words or even recognize it as an accusation, you raised your other freshly free hand and slapped him squarely across the cheek - it was a hard, skull-shaking clatter. It had Jason dizzy, falling back onto his ass and dropping the knife before he could finish cutting the ropes around your legs. 

“Fucking ow!” Jason griped, reaching up to grab his now very red cheek. 

“You are such an asshole! Of all the completely idiotic, stupid things you have ever done-” 

“I didn’t fucking kidnap you! Okay? I didn’t do shit!” Jason quickly argued back, finally now realizing that you thought he had put you here in the first place. “I’m here to rescue you!” He said each of these words slowly, looking you in the eyes, hoping that his point would get across more firmly this way. 

There was a tense moment as you stared back at him with your jaw locked. It was likely that if your feet hadn’t still been tied, you would have run away - or kicked him. Jason was thankful that you couldn’t do either at the moment.  

“Why?” You asked, finally breaking the tension. 

“What?” Jason gaped. 

This was the last thing he had been expecting. 

He was saving you - why were you questioning him? 

“Why are you ‘rescuing’ me?” You asked, taunting his phrasing of it with a mocking tone and large air quotes. He now regretted freeing your hands. “So you can bargain me off to Dick for ransom money? So you can put a bomb in my chest?” 

You said the last part with intense disdain, tears dancing in your eyes.

So you did know what a monster he was.  

He was surprised that you hadn’t hit him harder. 

Jason heaved a sigh. He reached over and picked up the knife, very slowly, very tentatively resuming cutting the ropes on your legs to free you. 

“I’m just freeing you so that you can be free. That’s it.” He said quietly, defeat lacing through every inch of his voice. “You don’t deserve this.” 

He cut the last rope and folded the knife, sticking it back in his belt. He stood up then and caught a glimpse of your face - you were wearing the most complex expression he had ever seen. Perhaps confusion, perhaps anger. Maybe somewhere deep in your eyes - hurt. 

He turned and moved to leave, hoping you would simply follow him out of the confusing maze of the building and he wouldn’t have to drag you out kicking and screaming. 

“That’s not an answer.” You told him, your tone sharp and certain - the same tone you always used to correct him. 

Jason whipped back around then, heaving a sigh as he looked at you - standing in the middle of the room now, arms folded over your chest, glaring at him on the spot. Cocky and so sure about yourself. Too damn certain and immobile in your points. Infuriating. 

“Why the fuck do you have to make everything so damn complicated?” Jason shot back, annoyance and dread tight in every inch of him. “Why do you have to interrogate me about every damn thing that I do?” 

“Because you make stupid ass decisions when I don’t.” You easily fired back. “Now tell me: why are you doing this?” 

“Because I wanted to.” Jason huffed. 

“Why?” You prodded again. 

He let out another hot huff, and you didn’t let it go. 

“Come on Jason!” You shouted, increasing in volume as you became more frustrated with his lack of an answer. “You didn’t just develop a conscience all of a sudden! Why did you feel the need to suddenly drop everything and come to my rescue? What makes me different than Hank? What makes me different than-?” 

It was the annoyance grinding on him. It was a combination of your nagging voice, the lack of drugs in his system for the first time in weeks. The rawness of the world ragging on his last good nerve. The sound of your voice putting him in line - exactly where he was supposed to be. The way you reminded him of the truth now more than ever. 

“Because I’m in love with you!” Jason shouted. 

It was almost… angry. It was a declaration that hit you like a whip - more like an insult than something warm and kind. It wasn’t made of sweetness, like some moment from a film with a gentle piano riff wrapped around it. It was real - made of the haunting kind of passion that kept Jason awake at night. 

Your eyes widened. Jason’s breathing stilled as he waited for you to react - to say something. 

“Oh.” Your voice cracked around this syllable, and your eyes danced with more tears. 

Jason felt his own heart crack apart inside of his chest, more terror flooding him. 

He had died with the secret because he had never wanted to live up to the embarrassing vulnerability of confessing it. In the deepest part of his mind, he had lived this horror a thousand times. Him finally creeping out onto the edge of oblivion - speaking those words. Confessing. And then you stabbing him in the heart, rejecting him. 

The reality of it ripped through him so much harder than it ever had in his nightmares. 

Any last tiny piece of his soul that had survived being murdered by the Joker had just been shattered by you. 

“Yeah. Fucking oh.” Jason echoed back, his own tears clutching at his throat. 

Seeing him with that naked vulnerability dancing behind his eyes - it reminded you of the same person who came back from being kidnapped by Doctor Light. It reminded you of the real Jason you had gotten to know. 

In that moment, it all came crashing toward you. You gasped harshly as you could barely breathe around it. 

That hole in your chest had been shaped like a lover - it had been shaped like him. Filled with the pain of letting him get hurt, leaving him alone in Gotham to be murdered by the Joker. Filled with the doubt and confusion of never knowing what could have been between the two of you if you had chased those flirtations a little bit farther. 

And now, he was standing right here in front of you, somehow perfectly alive and well - and there was only one possible thing you could do. 

“Jason.” You gasped out his name, unable to fathom more words. 

Before he could move, you reached out and grabbed both sides of his face, one of them still singed with a burning ache where you had slapped him so hard - and you pulled him into a kiss, hard. 

It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t dainty or smooth like some Hollywood love confession - it was hungry. Bordering on feral as you both fought to consume more of the other person, bleeding out little moans and fighting for breath past each other’s lips. Jason’s hands rushed to embrace you, wrapping around your back and grabbing a needy, possessive handful of your ass while you kept your grip tight on his face, keeping his face forcefully close to your own as you devoured his mouth. 

You felt some of his tears escape - such a rush of emotions making him raw and unable to hold them back, and you moaned pitifully into his mouth as he wetness slipped underneath your palms. Whatever it was - his pain, his pleasure; you would take it. He was all yours now. 

… 

Far off, on the other side of Gotham, Crane chuckled quietly to himself as he watched the scene unfold. He had pulled up the camera feed on a separate tablet, seeing as Jason had used his head to crack the monitor. With his broken arm bound in a temporary sling, he used his one good hand to pull something out of a drawer - a remote with a single button. 

“For these violent delights have violent ends,” He recited to himself, still grinning widely as he looked at the two lovers in the grainy, black and white footage. “And in their triumph, die like fire and powder. Which as they kiss, consume. Even the sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness, if the taste confounds the appetite.” Crane poised his finger on the button. “Therefore, love moderately.” 

He pressed down, and dissolved into more epic laughter as he watched what came next. 

… 

You were only human, and you could only kiss Jason for a few minutes before your brain demanded oxygen. As much as you hated to pull away from the sweet, bruising sting of his lips, you forced yourself back and immediately took in a sharp breath that turned into a rolling pant - Jason let out a needy whine in protest. 

With his arms holding you so securely and the dizzying heat now flowing through you - you almost didn’t catch it. But it was there, in the background, something steadily present that wasn’t there before. 

Beeping. A small, electronic beeping. 

“Do you hear that?” You asked Jason, squinting your eyes with confusion and looking around, trying to find the source of the noise. 

He did hear it. 

“Fuck.” Jason mumbled. 

Panic flooded him. The whole thing had been a trap. 

He pulled away from you hesitantly and grabbed his mask up off the ground, snapping it back on. 

“We have to go. Now.” He told you, his voice now sharp and robotic through the voice filter as he grabbed your wrist and began dragging you away - you became limp to his direction for once and simply followed, fear tight in your gut once again. 

Jason didn’t want to consider the possibilities, but he knew it could be anything from a large bomb, meant to tear you to shreds, to a large dose of fear gas waiting to be deployed. And he didn’t have an antidote at the moment. He needed to get you out of the building and transport you to safety. 

When the two of you came to a door - one of the many that Jason had passed through on his way in - it snapped shut in Jason’s face. It was on some kind of mechanical locking system, that much was apparent. Jason rushed forward, trying to pry it open - but it was welded steel, and it wouldn’t budge. 

Jason heard more slamming - more metal forcing itself shut on the same locking system. 

“Jason?” You croaked, that unsure terror back in your voice again. Something so rare for you. You were looking to him for answers. You were looking to him to rescue you. 

Overhead, the last bits of light were shut out - glimpses of the street lights outside - as thick metal shudders collapsed down over the windows. The room was sealing itself shut, becoming air tight. 

“Stand back.” Jason told you, not waiting to see if you followed the instruction before he pulled out one of his guns and began shooting at the door’s heavy metal hinges. He knew it was futile and he feared that one of the bullets might ricochet off and hit you, but he didn’t have many options left. 

Then he heard it. The gentle hissing of gas being released into the air. 

Jason was naive to have hoped that it was Crane’s classic Fear Gas - that would have been a merciful walk in the park compared to what he had planned for you. Betraying Jonathan Crane meant that Jason had to be truly punished. 

Jason turned to you, wrapping his arms around you, as if trying to shield you from the air itself - but it was too late. You began coughing and struggling to breathe, and Jason looked on with confusion as his chest twisted with guilt. 

With his helmet on, he felt nothing. For the first few moments, he didn’t even understand what was going on as you gasped for air, struggling to form a word as you choked on each breath. Jason had no clue what the substance was or how he could fix it, looking on in horror as thick fog clouded around your ankles - your eyes bulging out of your head as you struggled for oxygen. 

“Y/N?” Jason gasped, holding you by both shoulders as you became weaker and leaned on him. “Y/N?” 

You couldn’t answer him. 

You continued to wheeze, your breath hitching against your throat harshly. As the fog reached up to touch your face, it left angry, blistering marks in your skin. Unlike Jason, you had no armor to protect yourself - and somehow, Crane had turned the air itself acidic. Your eyes became wrecked with bloody red streaks and your face swelled as you continued to choke. 

Jason’s insides screamed, but he felt too still. 

As more of the fog touched you, some of the marks on your neck and your cheek blistered more and opened up, bleeding out pinkish bubbling puss as Jason continued to hold you - he didn’t know what else to do. 

All he could do was hold you. 

A harsh foam seeped out of your mouth as you choked on your last half-breath, and Jason felt a stinging pain consuming him - he wasn’t sure if it was the acidic fog finally breaching through his clothing, or the biting pain of having you limp in his arms - dead, as he huddled there on the floor. 

“Come on.” Jason wept, steaming up the inside of his helmet as he recycled back his own breath now. He reached up to your cheek, accidentally skimming off a layer of your marred skin with his gloved thumb as he tried to wipe away some of the teary blood that had leaked from your eyes. “Come on, Y/N. Wake up.” 

Jason simply wept. And he held you. 

As he looked at the camera feed, Crane smiled. 

“This is what happens when you don’t play by the rules, Red.”

...

A/N: SOOOO obviously this ending leaves us with a lot of questions - did Jason survive? I think this can be interpreted one of two ways: one, Jason did live. He managed to escape somehow, and he had scars all over his body from the acidic fog, and he enacted a very vicious, bloody, torturous revenge on Crane before going into hiding forever (or before using Red Hood to give actual justice to innocent people who needed it, his scars always a reminder of who he lost). Or - he sat there in shock and eventually choked to death as well. Or he pulled the whole 'my life is not worth living anymore' thing and just took off his helmet on purpose. So you can imagine that either of those things happened next.

Also, if you didn't catch it (or, if you're not a Saw person) - this situation was heavily inspired by the final plot twist trap in Saw X. I love the acidic fog, and I feel like Crane could be a trap guy. The Titans version of Crane could be good friends with John, imo.

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[jaejoongs-nipple-piercing]

Leaving notes for later inside my binders so I’ll see them when I go to reorganize them (again). Here’s a good one:

[newdayzinthepark]

Felt like listening to their discography again to celebrate !!!! This song is just. Pure magic. It’s so… uhhhhyfy idk how to explain??’ it makes me want to live and I just feel happy to be alive when I listen to it. It’s pretty and magical but also powerful and moving and brings me to tears :( this song is my everything. And it reminds me of myself a lot (lyric wise; the lyrics are fucking amazing, miss Seoryoung slayed again!). If I say I don’t like it anymore then I’ve lost myself