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gonna bully re6 leon because he needs to be humbled. the way he disrespected chris is still living in my mind. angry/mean sex. fem!reader
the trip back to america was silent. you and leon sat silently in a hotel. you tapped on your foot, feeling annoyed that leon thought he was right. you were the only idiot making progress in the simmons case while leon pointed a gun at chris. "i," you attempted to swallow your anger towards your boyfriend, "why, why didn't you just fucking read my reports?" you even worked on it with ada to see the consequences of simmons, but the moron thought carla was ada. you repeatedly tried over and over through cons or messages and the idiot read it way too late.
"i always feel like I'm talking with a stupid brick wall."
leon opened his legs to man spread, "i thought i was doing right."
"yeah, and what did that get you?" you asked him. leon faked his death to chase simmons and... he gained what? new wounds she has to clean up. you rubbed your face, "and ada still having to clear your name because you focused on the wrong things."
he grimaced for a bit. "simmons was threatening the situation."
"did you even try to ask the people around you?" you asked him. "i know you and Chris don't speak a lot, but, fuck," you couldn't help but laugh, "you are so lucky chris is a good guy. you threatening him for ada despite you knowing shit."
leon's face turned red, "ada saved me. ada had saved the two of us so many times-" his voice was raising every second he got more angry. you laughed softly, he was unbelievable sometimes. "yeah, and defending her for neo-umbrella." you snapped back, "jesus, kennedy, i didn't know you fucked with neo-umbrella. was i the only one actually trying to form a friendship with ada?" the three of them have met for so long. ever since raccoon city, you were the only one who apparently spoke to ada.
leon's nose twitched, "i just wanted to help her."
a small silence was between you two. you two always swore to have sex if an argument was getting too bad. leon took off his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. you followed his direction. you took off your jeans and kicked them down.
"you are a fucking idiot." you hissed softly before sitting on his lap. you rubbed against his bulge, "you are only worth it because of your cock." you grabbed his face.
leon glared at you, but once he felt your pussy lips rubbing on his bulge he groaned weakly. "bitch..." he muttered back. your breaths were mixing with each others. leon's eyes soften for a second until he remembered his anger.
he leaned in and kissed you, nearly throwing you to the ground. leon ripped open your shirt and slapped your tits. "those fucking tits always so fucking needy. you are so angry with me yet your cunt needs me." you grunted weakly from each slap. his hand grabbed your tits and squeezed it.
"you fucking asshole." you moaned weakly. leon dove in and sucked on your nipples. his teeth nibble on the pebble and gently tugged on it.
"you love my bullshit." he muttered softly.
trimming was enough for the two of you.
leon tugged down his underwear and rubbed his cock around your covered panties, "you fucking love my bullshit." you were getting more pissed off and leon moaned softly. "your pussy..." his fingers tugged the sides of your panties. his pre-cum was trailing down your own pubes that you didn't have time to shave completely. you worked too much to worry about it, and leon was the same.
the tip of his cock dragged around your pussy lips. "look at you... god... i need to marry you before i fuck up too badly." his tip circled around your clit making your back arch.
leon's fingers harshly rubbed your clit and they slowly slide down your hole. harshly moving his fingers deep in you. your eyes rolled back as you moaned loudly. "pu-put your stupid cock to work..." you mumbled softly. leon nodded his head.
in the end of the day, leon loved your pussy more than anything. he removed his fingers and slowly slid into your hole. he moaned softly. his anger turned into lust so quickly. your warm walls were always so good. you grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you.
"you need to apologize to chris."
leon nodded his head, "i will. i promise." he grabbed your legs and put them on his waist. you tighten around his cock and he moaned pathetically.
leon is a moron who can't think straight, but he shuts up so fast when he is inside of your cunt. those pathetic little cries of pleasure, his cheeks all red because he wants to keep quiet. leon was moron. you roll your hips so he can feel those specific details, his pathetic cock slips out and oozes out his cum on your tummy.
"i'll be good. i'll shut the fuck up." he grabbed his cock and put it back inside. you two moaned together as he began to push himself deeper into you. your butt was raised from the ground as he pounded you faster and deeper. his balls hit you over and over. his face was in front of yours. the anger in your eyes vanished for a second. you fucking loved this idiot. you kissed you, he stopped thrusting for a bit to properly kiss you.
"i love you..." he mumbled against your lips.
"i love you too."
leon smiled brightly before continuing to fuck your pussy. he rubbed your thighs gently and held your ass tightly against the palm of his hand. he didn't want to lose you despite it sometimes being seen like that. especially with the way you looked at him. he moaned softly, you had the galaxy in your eyes everytime he was around.
he pounded you faster over and over. his hand grabbed you a bit too hard that you moaned loudly. leon was bending you more and more, your legs were completely off the ground as he kept and kept going. the tip of his cock hitting your spot over and over. "leon... leon!" You grabbed his injured shoulder, he hissed out with pain but kept going. his cum painted your wall and filled you up. leon looked at you weakly, he was just an idiot in love with his girlfriend. his hand gently caressed your face. his fingers caressed your lips, "i'm sorry." He whispered softly.
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DOC AND BOSS pt.one
mafia boss! izana x doctor! reader
summary ... finding an injured member of the tenjiku yakuza hiding in an alleyway beside your apartment you decide to help... not knowing he's the one in charge..
warnings ... blood, and bullets??
an ... sooo this was inspired by DEAD GIRL'S BEACH by @kokoch4n3l but this fic is a lot more fluff... lol and inspired by an undertake fic I read a long time ago Bedside Manners and Guns by @absurdmageart .... :)
tenjiku was one of the biggest yakuza's that ran tokyo they were second compared to toman
but still one of the biggest when it came to land and property and one of their properties was your apartment-- your home
most who lived in this apartment building paid their bill to tenjiku, as they were the ones who kept this building from being destroyed by the government and leading to you being homeless
you were very grateful for the fact they protected this apartment building... it was the cheapest and the closest to your job and university
around 8:45pm you finally were able to leave your job and drive back in the rainy night, ready to get in your comfort outfit and watch crime moves for the rest of the night and maybe order some yellow rice and soup to eat while you watch....
finally parked in front of your building and looking outside the window to see the harsh rain pouring down
you can only imagine how cold it is outside your warm car...
looking behind your driver's seat and reaching for your umbrella to fight back the pouring rain from soaking you
"alright.. let's just hope I don't get completely soaked through.."
quickly opening the car door and rushing to open the umbrella over you, shutting the door and pressing onto your car key to hear the 'beep!' of the car locking
blowing a breath you start to carefully walk towards the stairs that lead to your apartment, careful not to slip and bust your ass on the pavement
hearing a loud groan made you freeze in place and hearing another over the rushing rain made you tense again before you quickly walked up the stairs and ran into your apartment... you weren't risking any horror movie shenanigans..
putting your bag down onto the bench under your coat hanger
turning your head toward the door and the guilty conscience starts to eat you up
what if someone was in need of help? you're not a doctor for nothing..
you groan in annoyance and throw your white coat on the floor before taking the raincoat hanging on the coat hanger and quickly putting it on
slamming the door behind yourself and cussing out: "I hate being a damn doctor..!"
hugging your wait to fight the cold rain and carefully walking down the stairs
"hopefully it's just the fucking wind and no one is actually here so I can go take my ass upstairs and--" cutting your rant short when turning the corner and seeing someone laying on the muddy ground
drenched and shivering the person was also groaning in pain
"crap.." you whisper and slowly begin to walk toward the person still being cautious and mindful of who this person you were going to help was
crouching down, careful to not touch the muddy water below
examing the man who was shakily breathing through his mouth and scrunching his eyes shut
his white long hair was muddied up and drenched
you looked down to see him holding his abdomen--blood was soaking his uniform, he was wearing the uniform of a tenjiku leader... craaaaaap...
pulling your phone out of your pocket and covering it from the rain you dial the number but a hand quickly grabs your wrist and tries to shake the phone out of your hand "ACK!!"
quickly standing up and backing away, letting your phone drop near the man
his eyes were a beautiful shade of lavender and they were staring daggers right into your own eyes.. but they softened quickly
you swallow the built-up saliva in your mouth "you've been shot.. you need to go to the hospital" your voice a soft whisper
he shakes his head "no..." no? this man really wants a painful death?
"you-" "you..help me" the man cuts you off
"what!? wait- no! I can't! I don't have the-" your rambling gets cut off with a soft "try" from the man
were you really going to drag a muddy wet mafia man up the stairs and into your apartment?..
you sigh as the man has been staring at you for the past couple of minutes after his 'removing bullets' procedure
he was lying on his back with towels beneath him soaking up the dirty water that dripped off of him, bandages wrapped around his entire abdomen and he was facing his head toward you
he would shiver from the cold and you weren't sure if you wanted to get him a blanket.. and get it soaked.. maybe you should towel him off properly before getting him a blanket
you stood up and began to walk away from the white-haired man that occupied your other couch..
"[name]?... where are you going?.."
you froze, how the hell does he know your name?..
ughhhh i'm not sure how i like this... AHH I WISH I KNEW HOW TO WRITE MY THOUGHTS BETTER....
>:(
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo rev#tokyo rev x reader#tokyo revengers fluff#tokyo rev fluff#tokyo revengers izana#izana x reader#izana kurokawa#izana kurokawa x reader
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costumes / looks I desperately need gerard way to wear on stage (add your own in reblogs!!)
greek statue, he’s fully painted white including his hair with a white toga with a golden wreath thing on his head. I just think that would look sick
police uniform covered in blood
straight up zombie with full on green decaying gory make up
one of the heathers from heathers
either the blue cheerleader outfit from the i’m not okay mv or the iconic red ones from teenagers. then we’d have a little trio!
ghostface. possibly cunty ghostface as a treat
vanya from umbrella academy - young version with the school girl fit and black mask OR the all white comic version of course
also number five from umbrella academy (classic school boy fit)
this sounds weird but I think this would be really cool and meta for wwwy - a stereotypical mcr fan / emo. as in with that one black parade t shirt, heavy eyeliner, black nails, side swept emo fringe, studded bracelets and belts, skinny black jeans, vans or converse. again a very meta concept, after their old person looks in 2022 I can really see them doing this as a whole band this year and I would loooove to finally see gerard in the fashion style that’s so associated with him and his music
howl from howl’s moving castle
possibly also sophie from howl’s moving castle
slenderman
literally just satan. like the most stereotypical devil, give them fully painted red skin, horns, fangs, yellow or black eyes, maybe even goat legs. probably with a majestic black suit or something, or for a succubus vibe a black flowy dress with a slit down the leg. now that I think about it, this would be a SICK wwwy look to shock us all, esp if ray mikey and frank all dressed as other demons or the souls of the damned or some shit.
peni parker - he made her!!
question mark jumper from doctor who
also missy from doctor who omg
jane doe from ride the cyclone, possibly with added marionette or cracked porcelain makeup like in some renditions
classic majestic white-robed angel, with enormous fake wings and maybe even sparkly gold makeup and a big gold halo. also would be cool in all black, or all white but covered in blood (red, gold, or black, all would look cool)
buffy summers in prophecy girl, except he also has blood all over his neck from where the master bit her. I hope he’s watched btvs I think he would very much enjoy it this look would fit with their vampire vibe sooooo well
classic frankenstein’s monster
mothman. not only is he a heartthrob but he’s also a hunched goblin cryptid to me. the duality of man (he/theys)
jane prentiss from the magnus archives. if you don’t know she is a living flesh hive of sentient worms, she’s decaying and full of holes. again with all the nasty decaying rotting prosthetic makeup plus THE RED DRESS!!!
mr darcy vibes, sopping wet regency man with a big puffy white t shirt
opposite side of that, fuck it give him a full on ballroom gown
henry creel from stranger things (pre-vecna, nurse outfit)
any disney princess
crowley from good omens. my man looks GOOD in those anthony janthony aah sunglasses he has
cute flowy summer dress with like a flowery pattern. either go cottagecore with it and have flowers in his hair, or go full white soccer mum and put him in huge cunty sunglasses a massive straw sun hat with a ribbon on it
all-black cowboy!!!! the fact I’ve never seen him in a cowboy hat is actual sacrilege. also would very much appreciate an all-pink sequin studded cowboy
any alice in wonderland character, especially alice herself, the classic disney movie look with the blue dress and the bow in the hair. he would also do a great chesire cat (spooky big grin makeup paired with his weird ass dramatic facial expressions?? inspired) or a super extravagant queen / king / knave of hearts. also 100000% the mad hatter omfg, he was BORN to do a jefferson from once upon a time look!!
#he can just pull anything off#and so many things are just his VIBE like jane prentiss’s whole look and concept is SUCH a swarm tour gerard look like are you kidding me??#gerard way#gee way#my chem#my chemical romance#my chemical fucking romance#mcr#swarm tour#dear god I have too much free time on my hands I think about this more than is necessary or maybe even possible
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Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE AMAAAZING @treedaddymcpuffpuff 😘😘😘) - Chapter Thirteen ---> (all chapters)
TW's: abuse of police authority, manhandling, unfair power dynamics, unreasonable hotness in a man this annoying
Days go by, and you don���t hear from Tom Ludlow again. You think to yourself that it’s fine, that that’s exactly what you wanted, but deep down you’re a little pissed off, and more than a little needy.
Maybe that’s why the next time you have to drive home late at night, you go back to your old, faster route of taking the highway. Defiance roils in your bones like lava churning in a volcano, and you just refuse to be intimidated by that man, even if it means digging your own grave. Figuratively speaking, of course. Officer Ludlow doesn't want to hurt you. He wants to fuck you, and maybe even buy you dinner first, and you might have come around to him eventually if he just hadn’t been such a fucking dick about it.
You’re not hoping that you get to see him again, here on the empty highway. But if you do…you kind of want to fight him. Because someone should tell him what a reprobate he is. Not because you love the fiery feeling you get in your veins, or the spark of wicked enjoyment in his dark eyes.
You’re almost to the exit, and there is no cop car in sight. No flashing red and blue lights. No little wooo of the warning siren behind you. Why are you worried? Why are you disappointed? Why are you pouting like the baby who got their candy taken away?
There’s a few options, and none of them appeal to you. Sure, maybe you should be delighted that this meathead has decided to either let it drop or get fatally injured—your stomach lodges in your throat at that second thought. That means you won’t have to deal with his antics anymore. But, god damn you, you were starting to really like those antics.
Tom Ludlow pissing you off has become a vital reason for your willingness to get out of bed, and that thought terrifies you, because this shit never ends well. At least not for girls like you who love too much and expect the same in return. You pulled your heart from your sleeve and zipped it back into it’s protected, designated cavity after a slew of failed one-sided relationships (whether the friend or romantic kind), and now the treacherous organ is trying to claw right back out again for Tom Ludlow to squeeze dry in his big hand.
You get home, and you feel empty. Bored. Worried about a man who has made your life kind of, if you’re being honest, a living hell. Does that stop you from sticking your hand down your pajama pants and fantasizing about him? From wishing he’d call again? No. Not at all.
You are loath to admit it, and you’ll take this to your grave, but you’re actually relieved, the next night, to see the twinkling red and blue lights following behind you while you’re pushing 90 in a 70 only half on purpose.
Your heart transforms into a mini circus as he walks up to your driver's door and taps on the window glass.
Before he can even open his big mouth, you start in on him. You’ve been planning this spiel for days now, after all, and it would be useless to waste it. “You.” You have to take a minute when you see that he doesn’t sport his usual smirk. “What is a detective like you doing working the complaints desk, and now working traffic at night?”
“So what?” He folds his arms over his chest, biceps bulging through the thick uniform shirt, distracting you from your resolve and switching on cavewoman brain for a minute.
You almost have to shake yourself to snap out of it. “Are you just playing cop? You’re not even actually on duty right now Officer Ludlow.”
This smile is less ‘playground bully’ and more ‘hungry wolf’. “Are you challenging the law, Miss y/l/n?”
“No, I’m challenging some dickhead who thinks he’s top dog just cuz he wears a plastic badge. Where’d you get it, anyway? Fisher Price?”
“Please exit the vehicle, Miss y/n.”
“This is bullshit.”
“Please be calm.”
It is the absolute worst thing he could possibly say to you. After a twelve hour shift, your feet are killing you, you’re covered in the grime of your long day, and to add insult to injury–you’re mad at yourself as much as him, because he made you miss him. That is when you do exit the vehicle, and your finger stabs into the middle of his broad chest (and you know part of that bulk is a vest but jesus fucking christ this man is burly in all the right places) and snap, “I’m tired, I’ve had a long fucking day and I don’t need this shit from you.”
Officer Ludlow takes one amused look down at that finger in his chest and suddenly you are turned around, your palms on the hood of your car. He is tall and broad and warm behind you and fuck you if the cavewoman part of your brain does not respond in the worst possible way, a soft but utterly audible little cry escaping your treacherous lips. You know he hears it by the way he pauses behind you, the way a wolf perks his ears at the sound of a rabbit in the brush. You seem frozen in this ridiculous position for several seconds longer than what is necessary (not that any of this is necessary) and you get the sense that this man is savoring this closeness with you.
“Resisting an officer is a misdemeanor, you know,” he says in your ear, and that low baritone sends a thrill to the marrow of your bones, ties your belly up in knots, makes you wet between your thighs. Hearing him through the phone is one thing, having his breath tickling your skin is an entirely different beast.
You turn your head slightly towards him, and you know some of the venom goes from your tone but you just can’t help it.
“What about harassing a civilian?”
“Depends on the civilian.” Well, isn’t that the truth. Like you needed a reminder that you are, in fact, a nobody with no connections in this town. Although, you doubt that he's telling the truth about it “depending on the civilian”, because he handcuffed and assaulted a popular, lawyer ready ER doctor just days ago. Which is just great, because if he felt entitled enough to do that to Julian, what’s stopping him from doing much worse to you? “Are you armed?”
“Clearly,” you snark, because you’re wearing your cute blue scrubs and it would take a miracle to hide something under the thin fabric.
“I mean besides that fiery temper.”
He kicks your legs a little further apart, just hard enough to make your feet slide in the loose gravel of the shoulder, and you think you might self-immolate right there. It’s all you can do, not to arch back into him like a cat in heat. It really has been too fucking long since you got laid. Something firm pokes into the curve of your behind, and it had better be his fucking utility belt.
He actually starts to pat you down, the cheeky fucker, those big hands making their way lightly down your sides. You know he can feel you trembling under his touch–with fear or excitement, it’s hard even for you to tell. Maybe that’s what makes him bold when he reaches your thigh, those long fingers giving you an appreciative squeeze.
It reminds you of that time not so long ago, when you’d drunkenly wanted him to slide his hand up your skirt, and he’d refused you. You shouldn’t want that from him, but you do, and that makes you so angry you could spit. Now he thinks he gets to feel you up? Your foot flails out, catching him in the shin with your Croc-clad heel. It totally throws you off balance, sending you down onto the hood of your car, but you are mad and you don’t care.
“Watch it!”
He, however, couldn’t be more delighted. You can hear the practical glee in his tone as he sings out, “Assaulting an officer? Someone’s just asking to get booked.”
Maybe you’re a healer by nature, but there is just something about this man that makes you want to commit murder. Just the once. You even think Florence Nightingale would understand.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
That’s when you realize he probably, absolutely fucking would dare. So far he has proved that he gives jack-all for the rules that should apply to him as an Officer of the Law. And you cannot have that on your record. Even if you told the truth and it turned into some He-Said She-Said bullshit that would drag out for months–years, possibly, even–your license could be suspended. You live paycheck to paycheck in this expensive fucking city. You cannot afford something like that.
“You asshole.”
“Maybe. But you’re lucky I’m not actually a bad guy, y/n.”
“How do you figure?”
Somehow, his voice lowers an octave, and no matter how livid you are, your lady parts absolutely rebel with an almost violent ache between your thighs. “Because if I was I’d spank that beautiful behind of yours for kicking me. With crocs? Really? I’m going to have to show you a few things, you scare me honey.”
Is this man offering to teach you to defend yourself in the same breath he’s using to blackmail you? You’re nearly cross-eyed from the whiplash.
“Sorry, I’ll be sure to wear boots next time.”
“Great. Wear them to dinner, tomorrow night. And we’ll forget this ever happened.”
How he knows you’re free tomorrow, you don’t really want to know.
You feel yourself deflate, knowing he’s finally got you over the proverbial barrel. The thought should not excite you the way it does. “You’re serious.”
“I tried asking nicely.”
“Most men get the picture when you tell them ‘no’ more than twice? A million times? I forget how many.”
“Maybe, except I see the way you look at me, when you think I’m not looking and my ass is hanging out of a hospital gown. I know how pretty you sound, when you orgasm to my voice while I talk you through it over the phone. And when you’re in trouble, I’m the one you know you can call, because I’ll drop everything to make sure you’re safe. So, you’re finally going to give this thing between us a chance, whether you like it or not. Pick you up at eight?”
You sigh, shoulders slumping, head resting against the warm car. His eyes immediately hone in on the column of your throat, and the way he wets his bottom lip doesn’t seem intentional, which just riles you up even more. You grit your teeth, but it doesn’t really look like you have a choice. “Sure.” Asshole.
This time, you’re smart enough to keep that to yourself.
As though he heard you think it, he spins you around, practically picking your feet up off the ground, and braces you against the door of your car, one hand on either side of your head, full wolfy grin sending a thrill of danger through your spine. The way he can just manhandle you like you weigh nothing crosses some vital wires in your brain–you cannot think.
You try to stay defiant, raise your chin to look up at him, keep some semblance of pride. It’s not fair that he has such sway over you and you seem to have absolutely none over him. You have to even this playing field somehow.
“Maybe you have a badge and you think that makes you hot shit, but at the end of the day you’re just a bully, Tom.”
His gaze travels up your neck, over your face, until he lands on your own guarded, defeated stare. Something changes in his expression. “You think I don’t know you? Well, maybe you don’t know me either. But you’re going to find out, sweetheart, I’m not a bad guy.”
You eye him suspiciously. “I guess I don’t have a choice, right?”
He leans down, brings his nose an inch from yours, invades your personal space. For a second, you think he’s going to kiss you, and it makes you go stiff and lax all at once. The heat of his breath tickles over the nerve rich plump of your lips, and they part for him despite your brain’s vehement protest.
“Right.” He’s gone as soon as he comes, dropping your stomach from throat to feet. You hope he doesn’t hear the desperate, quiet sound that you try to burrow under your tongue.
You think he’s just going to walk away and leave you here in the warm, damp, lonely, dark highway like a sitting duck, but instead he opens your door and motions for you to slide back into your seat.
“Don’t forget to buckle up, honey.”
As he saunters away, thumbs looped through his belt—God, he’s fucking painfully sexy—you don’t bother hiding the way you watch his ass move this time.
#tom ludlow#tom ludlow x you#tom ludlow x reader#tom ludlow x y/n#street kings#keanuverse#keanuverse fic#keanu reeves#julian mercer#julian mercer x you#keanu reeves x you#excessive force tom ludlow fic
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Hey welcome back to my BG3 Hot Takes
While I have your attention, here's a cool site to help Palestine, all you gotta do is click it daily.
This session was inspired by @lipsie, gettin me ttalkin way too much. Yes I am aware that the tadpole changes things, and they have to make it balanced for the game blah blah blah- let a bitch complain.
Screenshots sourced from the Baldur's Gate 3 Wiki
Gale is the only character I feel is spec'd correctly, He's smart but fiuckin stupid, he has autism rizz, mam could not lift any box you asked him to, the only reason his constitution is 13 is because he's been dealing with the Orb and he's used to it by now.
Karlach should start with 20 strength and you CANNOT convince me otherwise, her charisma should be higher also, she's a ball of sunshine and could put the fear of god into anyone, and the line "Gods I wanna ride you til you see stars" will never leave my brain. Give this bitch a 15. She do be a little dumb I'll give you that.
Shadowheart is just funny to me, How can her wisdom be a 17 when she's been cloistered away for so long? Her wisdom is only a 17 in ONE SPECIFIC SUBJECT, a subject where she's forced to give up her memories. Memories are where we get our wisdom. Wisdom is gained through lived experiences, I'd give you the 17 for endgame Shart, but not start of game Shart. I'll take the 8 CHA cause she's a bitch (said with love, me too babe) but she knows enough to get what and where she wants so I think we should nudge it up to like 10.
Lae'zel.... I think it's unfair to put Lae'zel's intelligence at 10. Her wisdom being low, yeah i get that she's been cloistered away in a society that believes its the only way, it's all she knows. But intelligence? No. She might know much about Faeruns culture and people, but she knows EVERYTHING about the stars. And there's far more of that than there will ever be of Faerun. She's the funniest person we know, give her 9 CHA.
Wyll my beloved, do you airbrush those abs on? Do you wake up every morning and contour them? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU DO!!!!!!!!! SO WHO'S THE ASS WHO DECIDED YOUR STRENGHT WAS A FUCKIN 8??????? THE BLADE OF FRONTIERS SHOULD HAVE AT LEAST A 13. He deserve a 15 but I know they won't give it to him. Lipsie and I were talking about him and they're right, WHEN WE DUMP THE BITCH HE SHOULD RESPEC INTO BARD.
Astarion..... oh Astarion.... you're such a disaster. Such a wet cat of a man. Such a pathetic little mew mew. I shit on him a lot, but I do really love his character and development lol. LESS STR MAKE HIM WEAK, he has been starved and living off rats and shame, he can have his measly 8 AFTER he drinks... uh "Thinking" Blood. His CHA being 10 is perfect actually no notes. I personally think his actual INT should be lower, not too much lower, maybe 11/12, I knooooow he was a magistrate, but you can't tell me he's not giving himbo... no what was that word on the meme graph? Himbim? Himbim.
Halsin.......... 10 STR? 10?!?!?!?! You built him LIKE THAT and give him 10 STR?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!? What in the nine hells...... Weaker than Karlach of course, but 10????? Give that man 15 at least 8 INT???????????? 8???????? LARIAN WHY DO YOU HATE HIM???? Is it because he isn't Gale? Mans has been studying the mindflayers on his own, he's been studying the shadow curse... on his own. HE'S A MASTER HEALER?!?!?! AN ARCHDRUID?!?!?!?!?!?!? That takes time, study, and dedication. You wanna assign him himbo so bad. He's just a whole well rounded man with autism,. (Not a dig on himbos, quite literally my favorite genre of Man). This is just 'cause he fucks isn't it.
Minthara she's so much smarter than Larian gives her credit for. While I agree with the WIS, that's more a product of being so closed off, Her INT is much higher. I'd give her a 14? She cunning, just because it's used for Evil deeds doesn't mean she hasn't been she hasn't put a lot of thought into her work. She lived in Menzoberranzan for Gods' sake. She had to be smart or be killed?!? She's said so on multiple occasions! Just because she's Evil aligned doesn't mean she not smart. (She's just as smart as our average Bear according to Larian)
Minsc...... First off let me say that I love that they chose this image. A Bad Bitch. Anyways, anyone who doesn't find that dumb happy face charming is either lying or literally has a stick up their ass.... 12 CHA. Also why is he so weak? I know he isn't like actually weak... but mans chunked that mimic? Let him have 14.
Jaheira I'll give you the 10 STR, she's complained about her knees like three times in my most recent session. 8 INT? So what I'm getting here.... is anyone not an origin character is just baseline 8? Lazy. Especially considering she was ALREADY GIVEN STATS IN TWO PREVIOUS GAMES. In both BG1 and BG2 she has an intelligence of 10, and if anything she's only gotten smarter over time. I wasn't gonna do this... but left is 1 right is 2.
15, 14, 17, 10, 14, 15, and 15, 17, 17, 10, 14, 15
Make it make sense. I know she's old at this point, but in my game she killed Sarevok again so idk man.
Rip me apart in the notes ;)
But do it nicely...
#long post#bg3#baldur's gate 3#not dice#text#lae'zel#shadowheart#gale#wyll#karlach#halsin#minthara#minsc#jaheira#astarion#bg3 spoilers#baldur's gate 3 spoilers
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HOLY CURSE ♰ PROLOGUE
P R O L O G U E
December 31st, 2018, Saturday
22:45
"Mr. Haruki is hiring again." Wooyoung spells out, reading the sheet of paper stuck on the window glass of the store. "Such a dickhead."
San catches up on the mutter his friend breathed out, eyeing him with suspicion. "You sure respect your elders, Woo. Cool down, he’s just an old man. Though, I might agree, he has some loose screws."
"Loose screws?" Wooyoung repeats, rolling his eyes. He hops off the elevated edge decorated around the store; with a bottle of soju in his hand. "That man is a fucking perv, I tell ya."
A scoff resounds, making him snap to his side to its direction. "Oh please, everyone knows it."
"Whose side are you on?" Wooyoung looks down at his girlfriend perched on the elevated edge, biting on her fingernail.
"Babe, yours." She emphasises, "everyone knows he hires young university girls and makes them work the night shift. I dunno if that's pervert enough or not."
"Touché." Wooyoung smiles, facing San who only rolled his eyes in response.
"The pay isn't bad at all." San turns his attention to you, standing near the same pamphlet that Wooyoung read. "25000 won per hour."
"Dae—" San muses, stepping behind his you and wrapping his arms around your waist. Arrested in the back hug, San places a soft kiss on the nape of your neck before continuing, "you can't be considering taking on the job."
"And why not?" you proceed to embrace San's hold on your waist. "I could be earning enough for daily needs."
"Yeah, Deiji should totally try out for the job." Wooyoung mocks, "if she wants to get killed or something."
You look at him, sitting next to his girlfriend with his arm around her shoulder. His other hand held on to the bottle of soju — it was half empty by now — while he rested his head on Mistki's shoulder. The night dawns over the four of you, loitering the vacant parking lot of a local convenience store. A bright red light on the door reads 'open', albeit the store being left deserted. The store had always been empty at night, which gave your group more freedom to live on however as you liked. You had purchased a few things — San got his favourite brand of smoke, Wooyoung contemplated enough and got himself a bottle of soju, Mitski settled herself with a packet of chips and you fixed yourself with a candy bar.
Moon shines on the window's glass to reflect its sheer light in your eyes. You hum in satisfaction, leaning into your boyfriend's touch. Your glinted eyes return to the flyer. You stay caught up in his arms, relishing his warmth on your skin.
"Come on," you murmur, disentangling yourself from San and settling down next to Wooyoung. "It can't be worse than being unemployed."
"It can be." Mitski adds, "if you only want to cure your unemployment phase, get a job as a sales rep; your degree can easily hand you one."
"Can't get my ego to serve snooty ass bitches." You mumble, "besides, it's easier to get this job than be a suck up and work at brand stores."
"Deiji has made her mind I think?" Wooyoung instigates, turning his head to look at you, "don't say I didn't warn you."
San murmurs a soft chuckle, coming around to sit next to you. He wraps his arm around your waist and forces you to rest your head on his shoulder. "I'm there to protect you, there there." He pats your head.
"Awww, so cute." Mitski feigns her awe, and rips open a packet of chips, the one she so happens to have bought from the store a few hours before.
The sound of her chewing on the chips reverberates around the dense atmosphere. San fixes himself a cigarette and puffs out a mist of grey. You gander at the contrast of the smoke and the dark sky, suddenly finding yourself dumbfounded to the confines of night. Wooyoung gulps down the alcohol, unlikely to be affected by the bitter taste running down his throat. There's a whiling moment between the four of you carrying on with your own thoughts. No one intervenes, particularly when you all were trying to cope in your own ways. San occasionally offers you his lit blunt, and Wooyoung munches on Mitski's chips.
You blow out a smoke, handing the cigarette back to San. "Guys, what do you think his deal is?"
Wooyoung turns to you, "what do you mean?"
"Mr. Haruki." San mentions, rolling his eyes. "I think he's mourning his wife's death."
"For ten years?" Mitski questions, "it's something more...personal, I believe."
"Deiji must know." Wooyoung sparks up, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Didn't your old friend work here before? Um, what was her name, oh right, Keiko."
"You're right." San adds, "wasn't she here for the night shift as well?"
"Well guys, she did work here but," you answer, "I haven't heard from her in forever."
"A little birdie told me she left the town..." Mitski trails, crumpling the empty packet of chips in her hand. "About time I leave too."
No one let her statement go unnoticed. However, you didn't decide to react on it. You all had plans to leave the cursed town and settle elsewhere; all four had a rough draft in your blueprints, you were all going to rent an apartment in the neighbouring city and lead a perfect life. Maybe.
"Although Keiko never talked about her work." You whine, "I'm saying you guys keep overthinking about him. He's not that bad."
"Mr. Haruki smells like bad news from a distance." San puts out his cigarette on the pavement in front of him. "If you dare, then go ahead. Get yourself an interview." He pecks your cheek. "But if he does something to you, I'm breaking his bones."
"Nothing will happen to me." You place a soft kiss on San's lips. "I promise."
Silence looms over all of you, again. Mitski finds herself being uncomfortable under the influence of their sudden tranquility. You and San are busy talking within yourselves, while Wooyoung chimes in from time to time, making you all groan and laugh. Mitski felt left out in her own mind — even if her boyfriend loved eating her ear off — she always felt like an outcast. Although, that wasn't the end of it; Mitski was crippling under someone's heavy gaze lingering on them. She's always had a sense, a sense pertaining to — what we refer to as — the sixth sense. She elbows Wooyoung in his ribs, drawing out a murmured moan from him.
"Do you feel like someone's watching us?"
"What..." Wooyoung trails, looking at his girlfriend.
"I can't shake it off," Mitski begins, looking around the vacant parking lot. "The penetrating eyes of a shadow..."
You lean over to meet eyes with Mitski, she was clearly panicking from the sudden outburst taking over her. "Suki, relax. There's no one here."
San adds to that, "hey, we can fight well, you know."
Wooyoung jokes, "definitely." He hops off on his feet and squares up, screaming, "who are you, huh. Fucking coward. Come fight me."
San let's out a hearty laugh, shaking his head. But you are focused on Mitski, who is so unamused and confused. You slide yourself on the crib, colliding with Mitski. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, you pulls her close and start rubbing along her side.
"Calm down." You promise, "we're okay. We're fine. Keep it cool."
San and Wooyoung joked around, Mitski gave into your comfort.
But little did you know someone really had their eyes on you.
NEXT CHAPTER | MASTERLIST
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I was going to make a post about which greek heroes the jrwi pcs are but i came up with a better idea. Which greek myths/stories the jrwi pcs are, mostly just based on themes and vibes and stuff. Also some of these will be combinations of two or more characters when that’s required to make things fit
Riptide
Jay: starting off with what i think is the easiest one. The myth of Icarus, but more specifically: she’s Daedalus. Crafting wings for herself to escape the prison she has been locked in, reaching freedom but losing her family in the process. It just fits very well. (Was this entire post inspired by @enby-ralsei’s fic gifted wax wings? Maybe)
Gillion: had kind of a hard time choosing between the Illiad and the twelve labors of Heracles, but landed on the Illiad. It fits him as a story of war, of wrath and prophecies and higher powers playing with the lives of mortals. Achilles, the child of a goddess, an extremely capable warrior able to level entire armies by himself, but still human, still fully aware that he will die for the war he is fighting in. Helen, an innocent bystander by all logical means, the child of a god, or a goddess, or mere mortals depending on who you ask, ripped from her home and thrust into a battle she never asked for a part in. It just… well. It fits pretty well, I think.
Chip: The Odyssey, specifically from Telemachus’ pov (huh both jay and chip got a myth but from a different pov than the title character). Just a now grown up son trying to find his father who he lost years ago, even when all likelyhood points towards him being long gone. …lets hope chip and arlin can also get a happy ending reunion? Maybe?? Please???
Prime defenders
Dakota: the myth of Perseus slaying Medusa. Perseus is like… the ideal greek hero even by modern standards. Which, you know, Dakota obviously isn’t flawless, but he is very much the ideal of heroism. Kind, willing to learn from his mistakes, forgiving, capable, strong in multiple ways, he inspires people (Mark, William, fucking the whole of WATCH) to be better. Perseus really just fits him with like how ideal his story is at least in its older forms (obviously gets very different vibes if we go with the later interpretation of medusa being a victim but the older versions fit dakota better so thats what im focusing on)
William: Hades and Persephone! Extremely complex and complicated, somehow simultaneously one of the healthier love stories in greek mythology and also the story of Hades kidnapping his wife.. yeah its complicated. Just like Will! Also you know themes of the underworld and death and rebirth :)
Vyncent: the twelve labors of heracles, it doesn’t really fit as well as some others do but i barely have any fitting ones left (not writing these in order) and at this point like 90% of the myths i have left are just men being the worst. So vyncent gets a myth thats NOT a man being the worst! A very strong and capable fighter, sometimes easily overtaken by his own anger, in desperate need to prove himself and make up for his past mistakes
Blood in the bayou
Rolan: King Oedipus… uh ignoring the incest. Focusing on the themes of discovering your true identity and being so horrified and disgusted by the truth that you can’t live with it, that you’re the monster you’ve been seeking this whole time. Being unable to ever go back to the way things used to be no matter how much you wish you could do so
Kian and Rand: Orpheus and Eurydice. Not in the sense of “this character is this one” but the different themes just fit them both so well. Kian is music, is love, is hope and failure and loss and /love/. Kian is Orpheus risking everything for those he loves. Kian is Eurydice dying again because that very love was always going to be her downfall. Kian is a tragedy, and we all know how it will end. Meanwhile Rand is grief, is loss, is refusing to move on and let go of those you love. Of looking back even when you know it will only hurt you more. Rand is Orpheus, forever stuck in mourning those he’s lost. Rand is Eurydice, never able to come back from where she has gone. Rand is a tragedy, and we all wish we didn’t know how it will end.
Apotheosis
Rumi and Peter: already talked about this in my which greek gods they are post but!! The myth of Eros and Psyche. A god and a mortal that fell for each other, pulled apart by their circumstances. The mortal dying, only to be brought back by their godly lover and raised to godhood themself. A happy and loving marriage with their (lizard) children. It just fits so well
Thanatos: always feels ironic to pick a myth that doesnt involve Thanatos himself but. I think Thanny fits the story of Prometheus pretty good. Defying the gods by stealing fire for humanity and succeeding in that goal but then getting trapped forever because of that. I mean Thanatos you know stayed trapped willingly but still (also theres a real lack of greek myths where someone defies the gods and doesnt end up suffering like. A lot. Prometheus honestly got off somewhat easily compared to some others)
Not including the suckening since i still haven’t finished it :/ ill add my thoughts on the characters once ive done so
#this might make like zero sense but whatever#jrwi show#just roll with it#jrwi#jrwi riptide#jrwi riptide spoilers#jrwi prime defenders#jrwi pd#prime defenders spoilers#jrwi pd spoilers#jrwi bitb#blood in the bayou#jrwi bitb spoilers#bitb spoilers#blood in the bayou spoilers#jrwi apotheosis#jrwi apotheosis spoilers
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Anyone who says Dick Grayson is the Robin who can’t fend for himself is wrong. Dude has been kicked out of his home on and off since he like twelve. Moved into a tower with other teens at 16 and he was the one controlling them. Lived in a circus since birth and has dropped off the grid at least twice with zero help.
He’s also literally the only Robin who knows how to take care of Bruce.
If there is a Robin who would be fucked without Alfred (let’s face it, Bruce isn’t the responsible parent, he is still Alfred’s kid too) it’s Tim.
#dick Grayson#Batman#Nightwing#where do people get the idea that he can’t be independent#I know the fandom wants to make him both the mom and infant of the bat family#but fuck man he is the only one who lives on his own#with his own money#and refuses to take Bruce’s credit card
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#iasip#mac macdonald#s3e11 dennis looks like a registered sex offender#just rewatched this episode. god it's so good definitely in my top 10 overall in the show#the dinner scene my forever beloved i hold you close to my heart. it's so insanely satisfying from a writing perspective.#the way it all ties together and even though it's a scene about a dinner being fucking ruined and its got these#relatively high emotional stakes its so so. neatly written that it ends up feeling cathartic? in a way#idk what im saying man that scene's just really good#something about mac and charlie's scheme and motivations clashing with their parents' (and franks)#and them being kind of forced to reckon with the fact that their parents are real people with their owns wants and needs#(especially mac charlie ends up using this to his advantage and kind of betraying mac ig)#also a scene that emotional ending with a shot of charlie going Ohh and the seed has been planted is wild.#also mac being so worried about the fact that the vibe might be off... DO YOU WANT FLAT AMBIANCE???#he just wants things to be normal!! he just wants a normal nice dinner party and normal parents who are together and happy and love eo!!#also there's a motif that shows up repeatedly of him wanting to seem like a good dinner host lol just kind of noticed that idk#maybe reading into this too much but god the theme of him so often being in denial of reality in order to#live up to certain societal standards and achieve normalness.#this is kind of the first (and imo one of the best) episodes with a plot line about mac's relationships with his parents#and their family dynamic in general which i find so so fascinating.#also i think this is the only time (except for the christmas video) where we see mac's parents together.#on a lighter note ig the dinner scene has so many other great quotes... charlies so funny in it#the man doesnt blink mom the man doesnt blink!!#the charmac in this episode was so excellent in general. the car scene where they freak out and become convinced luthers going to kill them.#YOU DONT DO THAT! YOU DONT EAT SOMEONE BECAUSE THEY DONT HAVE HEROIN IN THEIR ASS!!#i do rmbr watching this ep with my dad and him going Well that one was just kind of sad.#which.... i mean yeah. real.#thats it im done i think#also i ended up having to type all this in my notes bc tumblr tagging is so painful#what if i said smth and then went Hey i want to say that a bit differently? oh? youre just straight up not gonna let me do that. oh okay.#fuck you
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Nightcord Kaito is actually my favourite virtual singer from project sekai. He’s so angry I love him. (I changed his hair to kinda resemble the character from the original Samsa mv)
#pulling myself from the depths of despair to finish this#i was working on an alternative sketch but I couldn't line it and it made me feel bad for days#but I'm glad this turned out okay#gahjsjskskskks#anyways I totally hyperfixated on the commissioned song from the immiscible discord event#Samsa#the name comes from the last name of the main character of the novel: Metamorphosis#which is a story of a man who becomes a bug and starves to death when he feels like he’s become a burden to his family#fucked up#i have so many thoughts about niigo Kaito#about how he’s probably the one vocaloid Mafuyu doesn’t like - because he’s a manifestation of the harsh reality she lives in#and maybe she sees him as an angry monstrous being (like in the song) and she’s afraid of being like him - or that she already is like him#and he’s not only angry at her mother but also angry at Mafuyu for her treatment and reflection of him#essentially he’s like a projection of her own self hatred in a way#he’s got a right to be angry but his anger is directed at himself/Mafuyu but in terms of him and Kanade he’s still a positive and#necessary force to acknowledge the truth of Mafuyu’s treatment#the event hasn’t even come out in English yet and I’m reading way to deep in between the lines lol#project sekai#Kaito#vocaloid Kaito#project sekai Kaito#niigo kaito#art#fanart#digital art#vocaloid
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I am so fucking sick of living with my roommate and his fuck ass boyfriend. Also watching my roommate burn every single one of his (already rather minimal, I might add) bridges for this guy is also kind of painful but also his relationship with me is one of said bridges so I'm almost past the point of even feeling bad for him lmao
#i have had to piss for probably the better part of an hour now#because they decided to take a shower together and have been in there for well OVER an hour now#and this is a nightly occurence atp sometimes MULTIPLE times a day#we have one bathroom.... can yall not be considerate enough to not be in there for up to TWO HOURS AT A TIME???#also it's such a waste of fucking water....#idk we've hit a point where i literally hear the bf doing anything and i get pissed off#but also tell me why i'm sitting in my room (which shares a wall with the bathroom) and i can hear this man hacking and spitting shit up#and this is also something that happens multiple times a day#like.... dude.... why are you spitting up toothpaste so fucking loudly oh my fucking god#but yeah no i'm like my roommate's only friend atp and he's about to not have me lmao like we're about to reach#'i'm cutting you off when i move out' levels of me being pissed off with this whole situation type shit#and apparently the bf convinced him to come out to his family which his mom was chill which is good#his dad's side of the family though....? not great. and my roommate KNEW that would be the case cuz we'd talked about it before#also love that my roommate has constantly talked about moving out of the city we live in because he hates and also there's no good career#opportunities for him here (which is true)#and now. MAGICALLY. he's like 'idk i think it'd be best for me to stay here'#like oh my GOD???? are you hearing yourself???? are you fucking stupid???? you fucking hate it here???#but sure throw your life away and ruin all your meaningful relationships for a guy you met six months ago jfc#and the thing is i *know* my roommate we've been close CLOSE friends for nearly a decade now#i know he is not like this.... like yeah he's being insane by allowing this but also i know these aren't the kinds of decisions he would ma#and also i know he wouldn't treat me like this all on his own#it's the deranged fucking control freak of a guy he decided to date and my roommate has too many of his own issues to put his foot down#about certain things and tell the guy no so he's just allowing him to completely take over his life#and fuck everything up until the bf is the only thing he has left once it's all said and done#and yeah. it's painful to watch. but also wtf am i supposed to do because obviously my opinion is not respected nor wanted regarding this#that has been made PAINFULLY clear#ugh this is so fucking horrendous#what is it with ppl who start to date someone and then go clinically fucking insane and destroy their lives all for this one person#who. realistically. they barely know in comparison to all the other ppl in their life#like explain it to me jfc
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series 3 is so frustrating because there is like a shining core of pure diamond underneath the problems . like conceptually it rocks so incredibly hard. but the problems
#dr who#i am being so honest when i say ten should have gotten on his knees and begged for simm!master's life#they should have framed the bit between him and martha's mom so different#like yes it is 10000% in character that the doctor with his bleeding heart and loneliness wouldn't want to kill him#even after everything that happened. because he's the only person he has left. 'i forgive you' was PERFECT.#but literally anyone else that suffered from what the master did. Deserves to rip him to shreds. so very obviously#and like i know.i KNOW that i am watching the 'funny immortal alien saves people through time and space' show#but i actually despise the doctor being framed as like an all powerful savior. or treated like one. even for a little bit. is Annoying#the first part of the series 3 finale having martha be humanity's last hope was SO GOOD bc it like kind of set her up as like#having to grapple with all that responsibility and attention like the doctor does. everyone's lives are in her hands. so crunchy#but when it like slides into 'everyone pls believe in our specialest boy in the world The Doctor <3' it just. falls flat#i feel like with a couple tweaks here and there in the execution and like actual fuckinnn people of color in the writer's room#series 3 would be PEAK media. but as it is it's just. falling short.#i do really appreciate martha deciding to leave ten on her own though. first of all. qpp down. second of all#she's realized that she can't keep traveling with him. bc (as i mentioned) hes someone who simultaneously needs saving#and refuses to be saved in the ways that matter. Yes im fucking ignoring the unrequited romance angle i think#it does a gigantic disservice to martha's character if u boil her down to that. fight me i dont care if that was the authorial intent#martha in the end is too kind to ten and ten keeps making her watch his meandering path of self destruction. toxic doomed qprism to ME.#anyway fuck. idk man series 2 consensus was that im dead inside and series 3 consensus is that the version i have of it in my head is peak#series 2 is better but i think because of my ten martha insanity i actually enjoyed watching series 3 more than series 2.#even if i got mad at it more than any other season. i think something is wrong with me. um. lmao#ten and martha#10 era
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dick finally adjusting to the idea of being replaced without his knowledge or permission just in time for jason to be killed <3 all the jealousy and resentment he just finished burying would immediately resurface in the form grief disguised as blame for bruce, yeah.
#mobile.#thinking about fucked up batman robin dynamics again. sorry#having a normal one at work today [<- been here for 1 (one) hour]#okay but truly there's nothing bruce could do at that point that would make my dick OR later jason feel different#whether bruce was kinder or less kind whether he kills the joker or the joker continues to live#he's damned if he does damned if he doesn't because i truly think their own completely different grieving processes are centered#on the same thing. which is that bruce allowed it to happen in the first place#which is. isn't fair. bruce is only a man. but he's man himself into an ideal he can't live up to and they hate him for it#dick very briefly before it just turns to grief and apathy. jason for much longer in a far more complicated way because that's his Dad!!!!#ok i can't get into it. this is all so messy <3 and is flexible re: bruce potrayals but it's very doomed either way#sickos who love fucked up found families YES! haha Yes!#*made himself. into an ideal. love spelling <3#headcanon. . .⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙲𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴⠀:⠀dick#dyn. . .⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙷𝚈 𝙾𝙿𝙿𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙽𝚃⠀:⠀bruce + dick
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i need peter to be real so fucking bad in s5 simply because i am feelings things no human being should be able to feel over how he could’ve impacted henry’s story. i am Not a human being rn and im clawing at the walls because nobody sees the prophecy
#LISTEN. LISTEN.#oh my god#just. oh my god#a boy so beaten and hated and abused who only finds his purpose to live in fulfilling the dreams of the only boy who ever loved him#and over time he starts to lose sight of himself as he becomes the very thing that boy hated#but he’s blinded by his own desire to change the world he has no idea how horrible he truly is#and he spends years and years completely alone in the equivalent of hell until he finds a boy who looks just like the one he loved#and this boy has the power to change the world in a way he cannot#so he becomes obsessed and he controls him and he’s recreating the very thing he vowed to destroy in a manner so literal he can’t even start#to comprehend it#maybe he’s aware. but he doesn’t really understand because he believes it’s in his right to do so#just as the people before did#this newer boy looks like peter and is everything peter would’ve loved#MAYBE IM MAKING SHIT UP IN MY HEAD I DONT FUCKING CARE MAN#DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA. ANY IDEA HOW OFTEN I THINK ABOUT IT#GOOD GOD#peter owens
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Me when I remember that my ocs have interpersonal relationships
#like obvi i love ames and ringo to death#but man recently ALL my thought have been on the sacrificial triad <- need to come up w a better name for them#like mfw thea and miren and shirley fuck each other up irreparably while raph spurs it on#and thea died long ago but he needed to live so badly#and MIREN miren the eldest sibling with nothing but their brother needed him to live so badly#that thea commandeered mirens body through possession and miren let him#and mirens entire life was consumed and theyre constantly exhausted from the energy theyre giving up#but thea is There and thats enough for them#and maybe they've been looking for something to devote themselves entirely to and not have to make decisions for#SPEAKING OF WHICH. SHIRLEY!#shirley who helped thea hide his own body and tried to help him find his killer#who bonded to the diez siblings and fell in love with thea#but shirley is a detective in a corrupt police force and the guilt of all the cover-ups is killing her#and she knowingly causes more situations like theas for the sake of protecting their triad#but the guilt threatens to swallow her whole so she turns to luck and flips coins to make her decisions#and she turns to thea and he comforts her and reassures her and tells her that the only thing she can do is go along with it#to make sure that none of their necks end up on the plate bcos she could never hope to defect and get away with it#so shirley throws herself into that mindset with theas encouragement#and THEN she sees that she CAN make differences that she DOESNT have to take everything lying down#and she realises that she is deep in this hole and thea is the one who told her to dig#thea whos the only one that shes trusted and confided in for years and all that trust shatters in a second#meanwhile in the leadup to this thea himself has been slowly realising that defiance is an option#but he cannot make the leap because he died by defiance before and if he dies again it will be mirens body that goes#and hes been digging this hole with shirley for so long that he doesnt know how to stop#so he hopes that if he keeps digging he can make it out of this unscathed (he will not)#um ja so basically forthea divorce arc mystery solved arc miren lost arc#they are in my thoughts and brain
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Yesterday my dad told me that my cousin’s parents are taking her to Malaysia for graduating college 😐
#the fact that I have the most rich relatives ever but can’t use them for my own financial gain due to family politics is fucking torture#this is just another version of my mom not letting us go to smoky mountains with our rich relatives in 2010 because she didn’t wan#want us around them for that long#idk man it just sucks because all my cousins and their families are just fully rich people and here I am working at a nonprofit barely makin#making a living wage and wasting my life away stuck in an office all day long#can you imagine the person I could’ve been if my dad could’ve afforded to take me to malaysia for graduating college#I’m excited for this one specific cousins future because she has a bit of rebellion in her and her sister did not do arranged marriage#so maybe she will be another pioneer like her loser cousin me#man I will never stop mourning for the life I could’ve had#the life my mom deserved lol#the crazy thing is#my mom comes from a rich family right#and because she was 32 they married her off to my dad who had NO MONEY LIKE ZERO#he didn’t even have a dad and he had 5 sisters (3 unmarried) to take care of#the only man of the family#so you know it was like yeah this is a poor family#but THEN suddenly all my dads sister got either married or really super well educated and#aquired all this wealth all thanks to my dead helping and paying for everything for them#and now it’s present day and we are the POOREST of all his siblings even though it started with him being the one they all depended on#and like everyone just keeps getting richer and richer and we have been stuck in the same place#and it would all be fine and good but because my mother comes from a rich family she has ALL THIS PRIDE#we never take handouts or anything. we have always worked. and she put that in all her kids and we do the same thing we always work for our#money but honestly THEY OWE US#my dad sacrificed his and his kids lives to support his sisters and we should be going to fucking Malaysia for graduating too#what a fucking joke right like if I get cancer tomorrow I still can’t ask my family members for financial help because we don’t ask for mone#money#or my fucking students loans like it would be SO EASY to get that shit paid off if I could just ask my aunts or cousins for money#on either side too like I grew up surrounded by exorbitant wealth and having to eat paper and Vaseline because we couldn’t afford food#and that is why I am like this#chhapa
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