#but when a game fucks up in a non-rage inducing way I find it very endearing
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finished replaying dh2 it's still a great game the bugs only add to it but I am still not over the lack of Corvo-Emily time we get in this game. like wdym 'I'll explain everything now ROLL CREDITS'
#li.txt#dh#call it stockholm syndrome from having hundreds upon hundreds of hours in oblivion#but when a game fucks up in a non-rage inducing way I find it very endearing#like makes me love the game more on like an intimate we are besties way#dh1 intrigues and scares me in a celebrity way dh2 is my bestie who just happens to be a millionnaire.#anyways arcane why didnt we get at least a minute of dialogue#please i am starving
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I wonder what the supervillains (the dorm leaders) would do if they get switched with their other self in Twisted Wonderland.
They'll meet a younger Yuu calls them senpai and probably get shivers when they hear someone shout Prefect but then realize its Yuu's role in that world.
Bonus would be if Yuuken's there too, sharing the dorm with Yuu.
Thank you for the ask, dear anon!
I decided to take a little inspo from my Villainous Paranoiac series for this one! Not a whole lot, but the idea of Twisted Wonderland Yuu being put in the infirmary after the events of Chapter Five!
(Also consider it non-canon, since it kinda involves everyone’s identities being exposed!)
Basically imagine that the supervillains find themselves in what looks like a private school infirmary, late at night. The air is buzzing with a strange energy, almost like the powers back in their home world, but...different, somehow.
The room nearly empty, save for one occupant in a cot close to the door.
Poison Queen and King immediately begin bickering over whose fault this mess is, while Royal Flush tries to get them to keep their voices down or else they’ll be detected. Charon is half a minute from going to curl up in a corner, clutching his freeze ray like a lifeline, while Octo Dealer and Snake Charmer are busy inspecting their surroundings for anything of value or that can be requisitioned into a weapon on short notice.
Tsunotaro has wandered over to inspect the sole other living being in the room with them.
He is pleasantly surprised to see what looks like a younger version of the reporter he’s so fond of, fast asleep in the infirmary cot. Their cheeks still retain the last bit of baby fat from childhood, and there’s some acne left that will fade with age. He may give one cheek a gentle poke, just to satisfy his curiosity. The sleepy mumble they let out is a little more high pitched than normal, but that’s the reporter’s voice alright.
He is less pleased to see dark circles under their eyes, or the bandages around their throat that stink of medicinal salves. If this truly is a younger version of his child of man, then why do they look so worried, even in sleep? Why are they injured and sleeping in this place of healing in the first place? They’re a mere child, barely old enough to operate a vehicle or live alone. Their only worries should be trivial things, not whatever is causing this furrow in their brow and hunch in their shoulders.
The other supervillains have begun to migrate over to where Tsunotaro is crouching in silent contemplation. King flips his eyepatch up to get a better look, whistling lowly. Octo Dealer busies himself with refilling their water glass, sneaking glances at them as he places it within easy reach. Snake Charmer pulls their pillow more under their head from where it’s almost slipped off. Poison Queen straightens the arrangement of the very tasteful bouquet on the bedside table, so the flowers’ best angle is shown to the bed’s occupant. Royal Flush carefully tucks their covers in over them.
Charon takes a picture with his tablet.
He forgot to turn off his flash.
Yuu cracks their eyes open...
To see seven adults looming over their bed in masks that resemble the ink from the overblots that haunt the Prefect’s nightmares.
Cue terrified screaming.
Snake Charmer lunges forward instinctively to cover Yuu’s mouth—
It’s only thanks to Poison Queen yanking him back that he doesn’t end up with an arrow in the shoulder.
Several more follow the first one through the window above the prefect’s cot, cold iron sharp and perfectly aimed to seriously maim if the supervillains don’t immediately get away from the screaming teenager. Rook was lax in protecting the Trickster after VDC ended, assuming there was no more danger after Roi du Poison’s overblot was saved. He will not make that mistake again.
The infirmary doors burst open, a younger Yuuken in a sleep-rumpled uniform barging in from where he decided to sleep outside because Ramshackle felt too empty and quiet to bear, but was forbidden from staying in the infirmary himself. He only has a pillow, but he brandishes it at the strange adults, fully willing to defend his dorm mate in whatever way he can.
The vanguard appears in a flurry of bats though, too many to fight off, small and vicious and furious. Their commander materializes in the center if the swarm, hovering over the head of Yuu’s cot, pink eyes brimming with a cold rage that makes his small and cute form look like it’s bursting at the seams holding something much older and angrier back. He opens his mouth, fangs long and glistening—
Only to stop short at the sight of one of the supervillains. “Malleus? Malleus Draconia?”
Tsunotaro nods warily.
“Wh-What in Twisted Wonderland are you wearing??”
Tsunotaro ducks his head like a chastened child. “I could say the same thing.” He mutters sullenly.
From there the lights get turned on, and the seven supervillains are made to explain themselves to the sleep-deprived students and staff who trickle in to see what’s going on. All six dorm leaders and one vice dorm leader vanished from their beds, setting everyone on high alert until news of these...alternate versions spread.
It is very weird for the supervillains to see all their minions as teenagers (again in some cases). It is only surpassed by how weird it is for everyone else to see their dorm heads and vice head all grown up and adult, even if they are dressed weird.
Ortho still wants to shoot them with a beam until they bring back his nii-san. Luckily Charon is able to convince him that Idia should be fine if he’s in Charon’s lair—he’s got plenty of the latest games, manga and tech for him to play with, so that should keep him occupied for a while.
Sebek is in a state of Malleus awe. He has shut down and will not restart. Silver has taken to pinching himself just to make sure this isn’t a Lilia’s cooking induced fever dream, while Lilia himself scolds Tsunotaro that he raised him better than to go around watching people sleep like that! Tsunotaro tries to use the “but I’m a supervillain” excuse, only for Lilia to shoot back “and I’m a war criminal in some nations, what’s your point?”
King is enjoying watching the overgrown lizard get scolded. Now if only the tiny Ruggie would stop asking him what injury the eyepatch is for, and making remarks about how embarrassing it would be if it were totally pointless—King does not pay his adult self so much to put up with this shit. The baby Jack also needs to stop demanding to know if his adult minion self can pull a sled faster than a moose or something...
Jade and Floyd are attempting to wind up the adult Octo Dealer, trying to see how much they can get away with compared with the normal Azul. Octo Dealer is legitimately at a loss as to how this world’s Azul doesn’t keep them in line without letting them turn to a crime or two. Then he learns about Azul’s contract business and feels a pang of commiseration and understanding.
Poison Queen, Royal Flush, and Snake Charmer are unpleasantly shocked when their dorms address them by their respective secret identities in front of their fellow supervillains out of the blue.
Poison Queen has to put up with King’s uncontrolled laughter as he finally understands the full extent of the incident with White Neige so long ago, while Tsunotaro tries to tell him he liked Schoenheit in his role as the evil dragon prince in the GaoGao dramatization. Royal Flush is about two seconds away from throttling Octo Dealer if the bastard doesn’t stop trying to make a deal to guarantee his mother doesn’t learn about her son’s private activities. Snake Charmer’s just glad his civilian identity flies under the radar enough that Charon has to try and look him up to understand who he is (and fails because he’s not on school wifi and his cellular data is bust).
Poison Queen is also getting a headache from Rook rhapsodizing about how his villain form is another, enhanced mode of beauty he is fortunate to lay eyes upon, as if he hadn’t been willing to skewer Poison Queen along with the rest of the supervillains five minutes ago. He’s at least able to amuse himself by letting Epel run away with his speculations about how he’s the buff hyper-masculine muscle for Poison Queen.
Kalim is crying that Jamil had to resort to becoming a villain in his home world! He must be so sad if he has to do that! He’s mildly cheered up when Snake Charmer tells him they work together on schemes, and that Snake Charmer is actually reasonably happy with his chosen vocation—and then he begins panicking that Jamil will like that world so much, he won’t want to come back.
Royal Flush is glad his counterpart at least has good people around to look after him, even if it is odd to have young versions of Trey and Cater trying to mother hen him despite the fact that he’s the older one now. At least Ace and Deuce acting up seems more fitting now considering their age than it ever did on their adult selves.
Ace huffs a sigh and leans on Yuu’s shoulder. “This is a mess, huh Prefect?”
“You said it.” Yuu replies. “I just wanna sleep forever.”
The supervillains go still.
“I’m sorry,” Snake Charmer says carefully. “But isn’t Enma-san the Prefect?”
“No?” Yuuken replies, confused. “Yuu’s the prefect of Ramshackle Dorm. I’m their vice— or would be, if we had any other students apart from them, me, and Grim.”
Octo Dealer laughs, sounding slightly strained. “Ah, apologies, but you see, that isn’t possible. It can’t be. Yuu isn’t—”
“But I am the prefect, Azul-senpai.” Yuu the Prefect says. “I’ve–I’ve always been the prefect.”
There’s a stunned silence.
Royal Flush places his head in his hands. “What the fuck.”
Back in the Supervillain AU universe, Yuu the Reporter sneezes sharply while trying to wrangle five frightened teenagers, one frightened-but-playing-tough twenty year old, and one confused however-old-he-is-but-younger-than-Tsunotaro fae.
They wonder what the chill down their spine is.
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How would your main 3 yandere oc react to Y/N getting a confession from someone else? Y/N was pull into a kiss and the person explains how much they like Y/N. Y/N looks shock at them but giggles like a dork. Y/N hugs the person and picks them up like a princess. Y/N accepted someone else's confession. "Y/N keeps giving small kisses to the other person and saying, "You are the only one to make me feel so...happy!"
I’m really sorry for basically taking 84 years to getting around to this ask! But we’re finally here, and we’re here with the boys having some… Interesting and bloody reactions to the realization that you might like someone else way more than you like them…
Warnings: yandere characters; kidnapping; mentions of manipulation; brief description of a panic attack; violence with mentions of broken bones; death; non-consensual drugging;
Canden is not going to react in the way you might think he would. Mainly because Canden has no need for you to love him back, be it romantically or in just any other way, really. He loves you completely unconditionally. You could see him as a friend, as family, as a simple acquaintance or even just straight up as an annoyance whom you hate with everything you have. Honestly, you could kick him in the stomach and insult his very existence and he would simply thank you for your time. Which is a reaction no one else expect you is able to get from him. Canden, more than anything else in the world, just wants to see you happy. And if that means you have to be with someone else, so be it. He might even encourage it, especially if he sees that it makes you truly happy!
But if you somehow think that this is actually not such a bad outcome for this situation, that it's even somewhat... Sweet, in its own strange way, then you haven't been paying attention. Canden loves you, but he has absolutely no sympathy, and much less respect, for your new partner. He already followed you around like a lost puppy beforehand, but now he has entered full guard dog mode.
The poor soul who decided to confess to you is not going to able to catch a break from Canden. Well, sure, he's genuinely happy that you seem so content and in love, but it's like there's a bit of a disconnect between seeing you so happy and being able to associate that happiness to the person that's actively causing it. Because Canden doesn't trust them. At all.
He's going to start following your partner around, always suspicious of what they are doing and of who they are doing it with. Who knows what they are planning? Who they are meeting behind your back? He swears, if he catches them doing something that could even just indirectly upset you, he doesn't even know what he's going to do with them. Actually, he knows. And it involves a lot of bones getting broken. They could just be casually hanging out their friends, just them and the boys being out on the town, and this dude is actually going to go apeshit as if he is the one getting cheated on. Even though no one is actually getting cheated on in this situation. What can I say? Canden's dumb, overly protective and jumps to conclusions faster than a professional Olympian long jumper.
If by some miracle your partner still has all of their bones intact after a month of dating you, it's still not a pleasant time for them. Or for you, in that matter. Between Canden still being as attached to your hip as he was before you started dating your partner and how he keeps stalking you both, being just an overall (and actually dangerous) nuisance, it wouldn't come as a surprise if your partner simply... Can't handle it anymore. And starts asking to break up with you.
Well, you could try to reason with Canden (or just straight up yell and berate him if you prefer), and while he will feel incredibly guilty for causing you such distress and unhappiness, he still doesn't quite seem to get that the problem stems from the fact that he needs to let your partner go. That he needs to stop acting like an actual guard dog.
Your relationship is not going to last, I hate to say it. Mainly because Canden will not let up, even if things calm down for a bit if you do confront him. I have a feeling you won't even blame your partner for this, if you were in their shoes you probably would have left even earlier, but they did their best to try and stick around for as long as they did because they really do love you. For as hypocritical as this is going to sound, Canden is genuinely going to be just as heartbroken as you are once the relationship is over. You were so happy! They really just had to go and ruin everything, didn't they? He knew from the start that they were up to no good.
I... Hope Canden doesn't ever find your ex-partner while out and about after this. Because, trust me on this one, the last time you spoke to them might just actually become the last time you will ever see them. And, honestly, I don't really want to describe the state that they'll will be left in by the time they get found the next day.
When it comes to Tiago, well... His distain is going to be a lot more obvious and straightforward. Mainly because witnessing this love confession is going to leave him absolutely fucking livid. He doesn't understand. Where did he go wrong? How didn't he see this coming? How did this motherfucker manage to slip under his radar so easily?! How?! Tiago isn't going to stick around for false pleasantries, as he would normally do if this had happened to involve literally anyone else but you. He's out of there as soon as he manages to snap out of his rage induced stupor.
He's not okay with this. He really isn't. And it's going to be plainly obvious that something's wrong with him. Blank gaze, limited attention span and some rather unpleasant bruises covering the fragile skin around his knuckles, suggesting that these had quite the few rude encounters with some really hard surfaces. He hates this. He hates that this is affecting him so much. He hates how exposed and fragile this makes him feel. He hates how much control you have over his emotions, even if indirectly. But, above everything else, he hates your new partner.
He already thought he spent way too much time thinking about you, but if this jackass doesn't consume his every thought ever since he saw them confess to you... He wants it to stop. He wants them to stop. To shut up. To let go of you. To not look at him as if they're just as worried for his well-being as everyone else, claiming that any friend of yours is a friend of theirs. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. The only way Tiago would even want to look at them is while he's burying them in his backyard.
For some time, Tiago will genuinely have no idea of what to do. He wants to keep living his life as per usual, he has to, but he finds himself nearly completely unable to function properly. He feels as if he's only able to concentrate on his anger and jealously, and literally nothing else. He can't stop thinking about you and your new partner. It's honestly... Painful. But he tries to keep it down. He really does. But being alone stewing in his own misery and anger doesn't do any wonders, either. He swears he's losing his goddamn mind.
The only thing that's keeping him in line, even if barely, is that he really doesn't want to fuck everything up. He has a reputation to keep, an image to maintain. He knows that violence won't solve anything. He can't hurt them. He shouldn't hurt them. Nothing good will come out of it. He can't lose his rationality, he really can't afford it. One wrong move... One pair of eyes in the wrong place at right time... And the whole charade he spent years building and maintaining is going to come crashing down faster than he would ever be able to justify his actions. And... What would you think of him then?
But also… They... They are trying to take you away from him. Is he supposed to just sit by and watch? To watch you slowly grow distant from him? To watch as you leave him behind? As you abandon him? No. He can't. You somehow managed to bypass every single one of his defenses over the time you two spent together. You managed to become so important to him... So what makes you think you can just simply walk away from him?
It was an accident. He swears it was. He thought he had calmed down, he thought he had his head back in the game. He had finally worked up enough nerve to talk to your partner directly, thinking that he could use the opportunity to get on their good side, to start somewhat of a friendship, so later he could use it to his advantage. He had to start somewhere, so he thought he could humor them long enough to "hang out". It was a calculated risk, considering the state he's in, but as you're about to find out, Tiago... Isn't very good at math.
There was a point where he found himself completely alone with them. As him and them both came upon a stairway something… Something clicked inside Tiago's head. He didn't even gave himself enough time to actually realize what he was about to do... It happened so fast... All that they needed was a little push... That's all it took. He only realized what he had done once he heard a sickening crack against the hard concrete.
And then... Silence. Complete, near deafening silence.
As for Gabriel... Oh, the poor guy. He'll be frozen in place, completely unmoving, as if the scene took everything out of him to be able to process what was happening. And then it suddenly hits him like a slap in the face. As soon as he starts to feel a familiar sting in the corners of his eyes, he's already getting out of there as fast as his legs can carry him, before anyone who happened to be around could even get the idea of asking why he's crying.
It happened. What he was fearing would happen, what he constantly warned and tormented himself about... It happened. Someone took you away from him. And he let happen. And... You let it happen. You seemed just so... Happy. With them. Without him. You don't need him. Of course not. You never did. What made him think that he would ever have a chance, that he would even be worthy of having a chance? Stupid. Fucking idiot. What was he expecting?! You never cared abou-
Ah. He... He needs to find to find a place to calm down. It's started to get hard to breathe...
This is going to wreck him, that's for sure. And it's going to leave him in shambles for quite some time too. Gabriel has a tendency to wallow in his own misery, after all. Even so, he still manages to try and scrape by, he always does, but this time around... He can't. He just can't seem to let this go. To let you go.
He tries to stop. To convince himself that it's okay, that it's not the end of the world. He can still try and be your friend, right? He can still be near you! Then why can't bring himself to do so? Yeah, it might have something to do with his difficulty to approach more than one person at a time, but he also can't deny the way his stomach twists every time he even just catches a glimpse of your partner. Is he angry? Jealous? He might be, but it's hard to try and identify your feelings while you're busy trying to not look like you're about to either burst into tears or start hyperventilating at any given moment.
He's going to make a rash decision, sooner or later. And it's a bit of a gamble on each one of you is going to end up locked away in his house first, you or your new partner, but this is going to end with both of you making a permanent visit there, that's for sure. Gabriel at this point can't even find a logic explanation for his own actions, as he usually desperately tries to do. He... Just wants to separate you two, he can no longer lie to himself and pretend that he doesn't. But how? He doesn't have the charm or confidence to seem like a better option than your partner, he can't bring himself to lie or to try and manipulate you into thinking that they're a bad person, and he doesn't want to hurt them either, that would be an awful thing to do! So what other choice did he had?! He's not sure how he even managed to get this far!
His restlessness still isn’t going to stop even now that he has you two basically at his mercy. And while he is glad (relieved even!) that you're finally safe with him... Well, what is he going to do with your partner?
He keeps you both way too sedated to be fully aware of what's going on, but while he's extra careful and attentive of you and how you're reacting to both the substances and your new environment, your partner... Isn't as lucky. Let this be said, Gabriel can't bring himself to hurt them. A certain part of him even feels obligated to care for them. But that's not going to last long. His anxiety is going to slowly settle in, and the weight of what he did to someone who didn't deserve any of this is going to make the process even more painful. At this point he most likely will lock them away in a room where doesn't even have to look at them most of the time.
It's going to happen eventually. Though not with any malicious intent, it's still going to happen. His nervousness is going to cause him to get sloppy with the dosages he gives them, to forget to feed them, or to constantly postpone taking care of them until... Until he’s suddenly faced with the fact that it's no longer necessary.
Let's just hope that he manages to bring himself to do something about the body before the neighbors start complaining about the smell.
#tw yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere character#yandere oc#tw violence#tw kidnapping#tw death#tw anxiety#tw manipulation#tw drugging#my ocs#Canden#Tiago#Gabriel
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Well... That Was Unexpected (Teaser)
Thanksgiving. It didn’t seem like much, but since Jason had made amends with the family, it had become the single most important holiday of the year. Spending time at the manor and eating a home cooked meal that Steph and Alfred would likely spend hours working on the day before and the day after was a requirement. Or maybe they’d just cater it this year… He thought he’d heard something about that.
The only problem Jason foresaw with the upcoming event was that he was without a date. The year prior only Tim had a date in Steph. Bruce, Dick, Alfred, and Barbara were all single. Unfortunately for him, Barbara and Roy were dating, Bruce insisted that Selina show up, Alfred and Dr. Thompkins were an item and Dick was officially official with Kori again. Hell, even Damian was “dating” some girl from school and of course all of them would be at the dinner.
He scrolled through his contact list and sighed. He did not want to be the only solo act in the manor. It was hard enough being the undead Robin. Harder being the only one who’d been an enemy to his family at one point. The one who’d nearly killed some of them… He shook off the thought.
He was over the past. So was his family. He just didn’t want to be reminded of yet another way he didn’t fit in. He had to find someone, anyone to date. But who?
With a sigh he pocketed his phone and walked into the diner. He needed to get his head in the game. Some asshat was running around casting spells and causing all sorts of havoc. He’d gotten an alert from Deathstroke earlier that morning asking that they meet up. Apparently, the magician was one of the assassin’s contracts.
He really, really didn’t want to be bait. Magicians, wizards, witches? They all sucked. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d been royally screwed playing bait for a magician. He’d been turned into animals, de-aged, shrunk, aged, and once he’d even been turned into a freaking action figure. Yeah, magic wasn’t anything he liked messing with.
Still, if Deathstroke asked, he would do it. Mostly because he owed the cyclops a massive favor. Nextly, because he actually liked working with him. If Dick had half the brain he claimed to have, he would have watched, listened and learned. He would have come out of the engagements stronger, smarter, and more capable.
Jason was seated in the back of the restaurant in a corner booth, his back to the wall so that he could see the men and women coming inside. He ordered himself a coffee, black. Ever since he’d watched Dick dump diabetes type 2 inducing amounts of sugar in his, Jason had avoided the sweet substance. He didn’t even let people put fake sweeteners in his caffeine.
His eyes glanced upward as a few people came into the restaurant. A few guys and a girl. He looked back down at his coffee and took a sip as a very attractive man approached him. He was taller than most with blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes he’d seen in a long time. His shaggy blond hair and grimace did look a touch familiar but it was the way the man moved that really caught Jason’s attention. He approached with purpose and took a seat at his booth.
“Uh, beach is that way, dude,” he snarked as he pointed toward the coast.
“Shut up, Jason,” the man hissed.
He blinked in surprise as he scowled at the blond before him. “Who…?” He shook his head as he looked over the stranger. Blond hair, like platinum blond hair. The guy had stood at least six foot four and he was built like a fucking terminator, or rather, built like The Terminator. “Holy shit!”
“Took care of a witch a few days ago,” he snapped. “Seems he had a few allies that took offense.”
Jason couldn’t do anything but stare at the man. Did Slade realize how gorgeous he was? Truth be told he’d always had a crush on the older man, but he’d seemed untouchable before. Now, all Jason wanted to do was touch. He tried to refocus on the conversation, but it was difficult.
“What’s your problem?” Slade snapped at him.
“Nothing,” he answered immediately. “Just a little taken back, that’s all.”
Slade sneered. “Yeah, that’s why I need your help.”
“Gotta kiss a real boy to turn back into an old frog?” He couldn’t help but tease the old man.
Those sky-blue eyes rolled as Jason was grabbed roughly by the collar. The speed and the skill warned that despite being a good two or three decades younger than he should be and forced to see out of two eyes, Slade was still very much a dangerous man who didn’t always appreciate the lip.
“Your fairy tales are crossed,” Slade growled low. “I don’t know what the fuck I need, but I do believe the spell will resolve itself eventually.”
As soon as Jason was released, he nodded. “How soon?”
“Couple weeks at least, couple months at the most.” Slade frowned.
“So… What did you need me for?”
“I need to lie low,” he answered quietly. “You’re one of the few capes that owes me a favor and one that won’t drag me to Arkham or Blackgate.”
Jason nodded, but then paused. Wait, did that mean? “Slade,” he whispered as he leaned forward to make sure no one else could hear. “Are your enhancements… you know?”
“Gone?” Slade huffed. It would have been funny if it wasn’t so terrifying. “It’s not something I’m willing to explain.”
“But it leaves you vulnerable,” he reasoned and when he saw the glare added quickly; “Or well, as vulnerable as someone like you can be.”
Slade nodded. “You gonna help me or not?”
He leaned back and nodded. “I’ve got a few places you can hide out, not all of them are dumps,” he explained softly. He noticed a few women were staring at Slade as they passed by, especially the waitress who looked like she was trying to hype herself up. “Do you see the effect you are having on people?”
To Jason’s further surprise, Slade blushed! Like actually blushed. His cheeks turned red and he didn’t even scowl or growl at Jason. Yeah, he was a master of self-control with his enhancements, but it seemed he didn’t have the molecular level of control over his body at the moment. He wondered if Slade was even aware of the way his cheeks turned red.
He was about to ask when the waitress finally sidled over. “Anything I can get you, handsome?” She grinned.
Slade jaw ticked as his fists clenched on the table. “He’ll have coffee, black and a Denver omelet. I’ll have the biscuits and gravy.”
The woman pouted a little, but made off to get their order put in. “Thanks,” Slade grumbled.
“This is really throwing you off your game, isn’t it?” Jason didn’t smile. He absolutely bit back the temptation to continue pestering the man about his predicament and be an adult about it.
Slade didn’t answer, obviously working on trying to control himself. Whatever he tried; it didn’t work. If looks could kill, Jason would be a dead man. The narrowed eyes, the unholy sneer on his lips? It was intense and not something Slade had been prone to in the past unless he wanted to strike fear into the hearts of any surrounding him.
“Jason,” Slade started, but was interrupted by the shout of another.
“Jay!”
Slade turned and Jason looked toward the front where Dick and his partner Devon Peterson had just entered. His brother was all smiles as he and the other cop approached them. He looked down at Slade and Jason almost wondered if Slade’s non-existent cover had already been blown. To be fair, Dick had the most familiarity with the assassin. They’d been enemies, reluctant allies, and had briefly shared a partnership in which Slade had tried to be something of a mentor.
If anyone had known what Slade looked like as a young man, Dick would make the most sense.
“Who is this?” Dick smiled as he looked down at the younger version of his former antagonist.
Slade looked like he was going to tease Dick as he was so used to doing, so Jason kicked him beneath the table. “Hey Dick, this is,” he glanced at Slade to be sure there would be no retaliation and to try and think. “This is uh… Well, he’s…” Shit. Maybe he should have allowed Slade to speak.
The only problem was that Jason had never trusted Devon. He’d been Dick’s partner for a year and seemed shifty as fuck. He frowned and looked to Slade, trying to impress upon him the knowledge or paranoia he had about the other cop. Not that Slade was a fan of cops anyhow. They usually made his life a touch more difficult than necessary.
“Fuck, you know what,” he stalled as he formed a really half-assed plan. “This is my boyfriend.”
Devon’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re gay?”
“Wow, Jay, really?” Dick smiled. “How long?”
“C-couple of months. I just… you know how I am with relationships… I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure. You know what vultures the media can be.”
Dick nodded; the poor guy knew better than most, he really did. Jason almost felt bad for the oldest of Bruce’s kids. He’d been under a microscope the moment he turned eighteen. Tabloids ran a story on anyone they thought he might be dating and definitely anytime he’d broken up with them. Hell, there’d even been an article devoted to all of Dick’s one-nightstands a few months back.
“You gonna introduce me to your boyfriend?” Dick smiled, he and his partner still standing beside their table. Devon looked bored and a little irritated, but Dick was practically glowing.
“This is… Lance,” He almost cringed but frowned when he saw the furious expression on Slade’s face.
He couldn’t help it though. Slade looked like some kind of New Kid on the Backstreet or something. He was absolutely gorgeous and the first name that popped into his head was Lance. He was so fucking dead. Slade Wilson, who already had a porn star’s name, was now Lance.
“Hi, Lance, I’m Jason’s brother, Dick,” he offered his hand to Slade.
Lance hid the rage from his eyes as he looked up at and took the offered hand. “That’s not my name. Your asshole brother just insists on calling me that because he thinks I look like a boyband loser,” Slade sneered. “My name is Liam, Liam Kelly.”
Dick laughed and nodded. “Yeah, Jason’s always been a bit of an ass,” he nudged Jason’s shoulder as he spoke. “Well, we’re just grabbing our breakfast to go, but it was a pleasure meeting you, Liam. I hope we see you at dinner this Sunday.”
“I doubt I’ll be in town,” Slade started.
“He’ll be there,” Jason insisted. “Now get outta here before your partner strangles you or something.”
Devon rolled his eyes before turning from them and walked back to the front of the diner without Dick. Jason really, really hated the guy. He wondered how corrupt the officer was. If he was just an asshole or if he was dirty, or maybe even a mole for someone.
“Sounds great!” Dick grinned to Liam. “Catch you later, Jay!”
As soon as he was out of range, Slade had him by the collar again. “What the Hell do you think you’re doing, Jason?”
“Protecting you and doing myself a favor at the same time,” Jason explained. “Look, the family is always on me about not taking anything seriously. If they think I have a real boyfriend instead of some throwaway lover, they’ll stay off my ass for a bit. You dump me in front of them, like at Thanksgiving dinner at the end of the month? Dude, they’ll leave me alone for the rest of the season at the very least!”
“So, this will be your payment for allowing me to lie low? Putting my new persona in danger just so that you can have a date to some holiday functions coming up over the next four weeks?” Slade definitely looked against it. Still, Jason could only nod. “Fine, but you embarrass me or fuck me over in any way, and I swear I’ll gut you.”
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Was at a bookstore and...
I would like to make a formal apology to Tomoco Kanemaki. It turns out that her authorized fanfiction is NOT, in fact, the most cringe-inducing Kingdom Hearts material ever published.
That dubious honor actually goes to this piece of shit:
If the cover didn’t clue you in, it’s from a cheap, unofficial publishing firm called Boss Fight Books that specializes in having fans of certain video games writing books about said game. The book on KH2 is written by Alexa Ray Corriea, who is the most stereotypical dumbass, trashy KH fangirl / KHInsider member you could possibly find. The contents of the book are:
Six Days Later: An Exercise in Futility with a Boy Named Roxas - She tries justifying the notorious prologue of the game, but in the worst possible way: by focusing on the character of Roxas himself and his existential angst, which was one of the biggest complaints about the prologue to begin with! I know this is a matter of opinion, but you would think she’d attempt a better defense more on the lines of this video, something that people seldom think about.
Nobodies and Somebodies - Oh, joy. The typical fangirl romanticization of Nobodies and their angsty plight, and the Draco in Leather Pants treatment toward Organization XIII. Ugh.
Riku and Redemption, Or, What Doesn't Kill You - Her Riku fangirlism explodes in this chapter, to the point of breaking the book’s rules. She’s supposed to just talk about KH2 specifically, and yet in order to talk up Riku’s redemption arc, she has to talk about several other games since, if you’re just going by KH2, the bulk of Riku’s redemption is completely off-screen and he only shows up in person to finish it in the final world & battle of the game. Sora is the main character of the game, and yet he doesn’t get a chapter focused on him!
Gone Girl - And here’s the fangirl misogyny masquerading as feminism! Alexa is clearly part of the KHInsider cult that is always tearing down the “hated bland love-interest” Kairi in order to prop up the “safer and relatable” (read: angsty and socially withdrawn) Namine despite them objectively being the same characterization-wise through both hypocrisy and sheer dishonesty: she lies by omission or just flat-out lies in order to make her points work.
Examples: Omitting Kairi choosing to enter the dark portal, the fact that canonly she got away from Axel on her own (she lies and claims Saix just took her from Axel ala the non-canon novel and manga), and that she jumped off a balcony to save Sora from the Heartless before getting her Keyblade in order to claim she never shows bravery or initiative. Credits Namine for saving Kairi but not Kairi for reuniting and later saving Sora and Riku. Blatantly lies by saying Namine had agency and “flexed her powers freely” in CoM, completely omitting that she was a slave to Marluxia until the very end. Says it’s sexist for Kairi to be there to speak words of emotional comfort and gratification to Sora like “you’re home”, but praises Namine for giving words of emotional comfort and gratification to Roxas. Says it’s sexist for Kairi and Namine to keep “changing hands” of different keepers, but that it’s offset for Namine by her “having agency” in defying DiZ to help Roxas and saving Kairi (while, again, omitting all of Kairi’s acts of agency.) And claiming that Namine is the kind of girl Kairi wishes she was when canonly it’s the opposite: Namine is a mousy, weak-willed servant at first and ends up channeling Kairi as she grows and develops. Also, she brings up Aqua, who is not in KH2.
Bad Romances and Rad Bromances - Related to the previous chapter, this is the inevitable yaoi fangirl chapter that gushes over Sora/Riku and Axel/Roxas. Kairi and Sora/Kairi are shit on with more lies and omissions (ignoring that Sora knew Kairi was safe and didn’t know if Riku was, ignoring that he did frequently fret about Kairi once he knew she was captured, disingenuously underplaying the emotion between Sora and Kairi’s own reunion, and again ignoring that Kairi single-handedly made that reunion happen AND saved the boys’ lives at the end of the game solely because she and Sora are so close.) The Axel/Roxas part is no better, as she glorifies and romanticizes Axel’s actions over Roxas in the game even though canonly it’s disturbing, unhealthy, and ultimately tragic, and ignoring Roxas’ feelings entirely.
And she also thinks there was a Sora/Kairi/Riku love triangle when, LOL, no, there wasn’t.
Long Live the King - An analysis on...King Mickey? Look, I love Mickey too, but I’m at a loss as to why he gets a chapter while Sora, Donald and Goofy (who deserve a chapter if not just to point out how their names are spammed in that exact order throughout the game) don’t.
A Kid's Game? - Trying to use the dark stuff and tough gameplay to defend the game from being labeled a “kids’ game”...except that this book was written and published recently. This isn’t the early days when there was only one KH game, people have understood that the KH series attracts fans of all ages for YEARS now. Look at all of the hype among adults for KH3 coming out! That she actually seems to think that the “kids’ game” label is something that’s thrown around at the series anymore gives me so much secondhand embarrassment.
What the Hell is Kingdom Hearts Anyway? - Oh, wow. She actually tries to make sense of Nomura’s convoluted bullshit in this chapter. And it’s every bit as pretentious as it sounds.
Coda - This last one is possibly the most stupefying and rage-inducing of them all. It’s the coda, the final chapter of her book, and what does she use it for? More cringey, unabashed Riku fangirling! In fact, she decides to claim that Riku, not Sora, is the REAL main protagonist of the KH series...not just as an opinion, mind you, but as a FACT, saying that he’s much more “relatable” (again: code for angsty) than Sora. Sora is casually dismissed and objectified as just some unachievable ideal who is only interesting through his relationship with Riku. So yes, in a book about Kingdom Hearts II, she wraps it up by singing the praises of a character who really only shows up in the final level of the game, propping him up at the expense of the actual main character you spend the game playing as. What a load of tripe.
Fuck this book and fuck Alexa Ray Corriea, I want her to rot in the Realm of Darkness.
#Disney#Square Enix#Kingdom Hearts#Kingdom Hearts II#Alexa Ray Corriea#Fandumb#Hypocrite#Sexism#Misogyny#Stupidity#Anti-Boss Fight Books#Anti-Alexa Ray Corriea
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Alcoholism
Tonight I want to talk about the affects of Alcoholism and how this impacts Relationships. Before I met my current partner I was with a Man who abstained from Alcohol - Why? Because his Mother was an Alcoholic and he didn’t like what he saw and grew up with - And didn’t want to take the same path as his Mother.
Many people who choose not to drink alcohol do so for the same reasons - or have seen the severe affects alcohol can induce on the human psyche.
Growing up I enjoyed nothing more than having a nice cold bourbon at the pub. My Mother did not drink a lot but would drink on occasions, and I guess through my upbringing I knew that getting ‘blind’ wasn’t necessary and was able to have a few drinks here and there without issue.
When I broke up with my ex partner I met a Man who ticked all of the boxes I wanted in my ideal man. He was charming, he was sweet, flirtatious, easy going , fun loving and very persistent. He and I were also quite drunk the night we met, celebrating a Public Holiday at one of the local pubs in our city.
Until this point in my life I alcoholism did not directly impact my life. My ex and I had other issues that split us apart, such his lack of motivation and inability to hold down a decent job. It put pressure on our relationship and as a result we split.
Meeting my new man, and looking to live a ‘new’ life with a fresh start, I recall our first date and him cooking me a glamorous meal and bought over a bottle of champagne. Although by rule of thumb I would not drink with my meals let alone throughout the week, I let my guard down and chose to enjoy the romantic moment in my fresh start.
That following weekend he came to my house, and he bought with him 3 beers to sit down and drink to watch the footy. This concept was very new to me as I had been with a non-drinker for most of my adult life up until this point.
I recall thinking to myself that I needed to lighten up as people have social drinks all of the time, and yes I did enjoy a drink or two at times, maybe I had become uptight given my ex-partners alcoholic mother and the values it imposed on him.
The following week he came to stay and bought over a carton of beer. I was okay with it - after all he had demonstrated sensible drinking behaviours on the occasions I had spent time with him.
This is where it all began.
To get to the crux of the matter that I want to talk about, over a period of 3-6 months I progressively noticed his increased drinking habits.
He worked a 7am - 4pm job and I worked night shift - from 1pm to 11pm.
The hours we spent together (as he had moved into my unit) consisted of early mornings and late evenings from 11.30am onward.
Due to the fact I wasn’t home in the afternoon once he had finished work, I didn’t have a problem with him coming home and having a few beers. Understandably I also recognized that by the time I got home, he was extremely tired as he had been up since 7am that morning. However - I started to notice that it wasn’t just tiredness that was making him fall asleep on the lounge before I got home everynight - he was drinking a lot of alcohol while I wasn’t there.
During the week when I would arrive home, we would have a small conversation and he would pop himself off to bed, which was cool with me. I recall our first argument. It took me completely by surprise.
It was his sisters birthday and we had been invited to the pub to have dinner and drinks to celebrate.
I had an early/late shift that night. The dinner started at 7pm and I finished at 9pm. We spoke on the phone that afternoon and I recall him saying to me that he was happy to skip dinner, wait until I came home and we would go there together to have a few drinks after the dinner. I thought it was sweet.
I came home that evening pumped to go out and spend some time with him and his family - I found a note on the table - it was quite abusive hence the reason I was taken by surprise.
It stated something along the lines of his brother had come over, they decided to leave early (which was fine with me) and that he didn’t want any bullshit or for me to have a problem with it. And if I did - I could basically go get fucked.
Not once that night did I have a conversation with him about him leaving early of me having a problem with it. What I did have a problem with was the note he had left me and the abusive message.
I recall trying to phone him to find out what was going on. At first I honestly thought it was a joke. He didn’t answer his phone. It created an enormous amount of anxiety for me. I felt helpless, confused and unsure of what I had done to deserve this kind of treatment.
He pocket dialled me by accident - I could hear music in the background and him talking loudly. I thought he had attempted to call me but soon realised what had happened.
I tried him multiple times again - and finally he picked up. I asked him what the hell was going on, why he had left the note, and where he was. Little did I know at the time he had been drinking all afternoon - was totally innebriated and out of nowhere a rage kicked in.
He didn’t tell me where he was, he told me he didn’t want me to ruin his night and that he had every right to be out celebrating his sisters birthday without shit from me.
I was dumbfounded - I had no understanding of where his train of thought came from, why he thought that and why he was being so aggressive toward me.
I worked out there were only a few venues in town where he could be. Normally I would have just stopped it right there and hung up but I was so upset I wasn’t sure why this had happened and wanted to confront him.
I found him at one of the local bars - I recall walking up the stairs and he was surrounded by women. He turned over and saw me and then said in a loud voice ‘oh oh - and there she is right now’.
He had been talking about me to his sisters friends. And he was blind drunk.
I was embarrassed and furious - we argued in front of his sister and her friends. I felt terrible about causing a scene but just could not understand why he had treated me this way.
That was the very first time. It ended in a loud argument outside the front of the venue followed by me actually punching him in the face. He was vicious - I was sober. I don’t condone violence either. I soon learned you don’t fuck with a man who is completely drunk and has a trigger switch.
The next morning...
He apologised profusely and so remorsefully. I accepted it. It was our first big fight but I had to voice my opinion and ask all the hard questions of how it all eventuated. His response - “I don’t know - It was stupid - I was drunk - I’m sorry - It will never happen again.”
These words have become all too familiar in our continuing relationship over the last 10 years.
I’m not going to go into every single event that has happened in this particular post. There are too many to name.
Skipping forward to tonight - So it is his sisters 30th birthday.
We have many periods of abstinence drinking alcohol during our time together. Over the last month we have been drinking on a Saturday night at home - having a games night with a female friend I reconnected with recently. It has been tame, controlled and the nights have been full of fun and many laughs.
Again - I begin to think to myself - I can trust You. We have rebuilt our trust and set our boundaries and expectations around alcohol and I’m comfortable with you going out on your own and drinking without me. (which is usually the better outcome)
I dropped him off to the venue this afternoon and asked him to be on his best behavior and reiterated my anxieties about him drinking and for him to take these feelings into consideration. He promised me he would not have a late night and would be home by 6.30pm for dinner and a quiet night.
We are quite broke this week so I believed sincerely that he would do the right thing, make an appearance and have a few beers and come home.
Each time he has made these promises they turn awry. It never works out the way it is planned and this is from past experiences.
But silly me holds hope that THIS time - Things are going to be different.
THIS TIME he is going to respect our conversation and agreement - this time he KNOWS how these things go down, has learnt his lesson from past experiences and won’t let me down on his promise to me.
Stupid Me.
I hated myself this afternoon when I dropped him off. In my mind I did doubt him - then I beat myself up for thinking so negatively and being so untrusting of him. I think to myself ‘You are the one with the problem - Not him’. Have faith in him.
He let me down.
I dropped him off at 4.45pm this afternoon - It is now 2am in the morning and I’m sitting here writing this post. He’s still not home, and it’s starting to look like he probably won’t come home.
My gut instinct told me this afternoon this would happen - And I didn’t listen to it.
Fool me once - Shame on You - Fool me 20 times Shame on Me.
I feel like a fool.
After almost 10 years he still cannot commit to me. I should have known the first time. Quotes like ‘A leopard will never change his spots’ come to mind.
Do I tolerate it? Do I keep silent? Do I confront him about it.
His Alcoholism has had him locked in jail, he has ended up in assaults and has recently finished community service for his most recent.
When he is not drinking, he works hard, strives to be sweet and attentive, is extremely creative and I’m aware he lacks self confidence.
I don’t know what to do now. I feel lost, abandoned and am losing hope.
I’m of the belief that not one single person will read my post tonight - Leaving my thought to float about the internet like a lost butterfly. But if you happen to stumble across it, I ask your opinion - What would you do.?: Because I don’t know....
Divine Diva
#alcohol#alcoholism#mentalhealth#relationships#relationshipadvice#alcoholandrelationships#mentalabuse#needyouropinion#help#helpme#whatwouldyoudo#aa#abusiverelationships#alcoholic#recoveringalcoholic#ineedadvice#adviceonalcohol#feelinglost
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