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Lucifer x Imp!Reader
warnings: imp bigotry, heavy topics, lowkey angsty (happy end, i swear)
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• Secret relationship, baby!
• Let’s get into the hard part first, shall we? The discrimination of Imps isn’t something Lucifer set into motion. They helped him build Hell into what it is today—! Which is… flawed. Fuck, there’s no excuse. Know that he doesn’t condone it and he’s ashamed to admit he allowed it get this far
• That saying “history repeats itself”? Yeah, Hell isn’t immune
• It’s an elephant in the room situation when your and Lucifer’s feelings come into play. Along with the enormous power imbalance. He would never take advantage of that, by the way, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s there
• Those issues are in the beginning though. Yes, it takes a lot of time and many painful conversations but now? Undoubtedly worth it
• Lucifer is quite proud of himself for the charade he concocted. You pose as his employee! No one would question it and you could hang around as much as you like! It’s perfect, right?
• “It sounds like a shitty romcom plot.” You snort
Lucifer’s smile is unwavering, eyebrows high on his face as he awaits what he longs to hear.
“But?”
Sighing, you softly return his smile, “It’s perfect.”
• And like a shitty romcom, it is
• Naturally, there’s ups and downs
• For Lucifer, the worst is that he hates keeping you a secret. It’s not that he wants to dish it live with Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench, he’s rather private as is, he’s just so— happy! He wants to show how proud he is to be yours! Unfortunately, that would do more harm for all of Hell. Selfish as his wants might be, he wouldn’t do that. Especially if it meant putting you in danger
• Occasionally he takes you to meetings and events. You try and slip into the background, supporting him from the shadows. Even from the other side of the room, Lucifer’s eyes will find you standing amongst the other Imps. He accidentally ends up ignoring whoever’s trying to rub elbows with the King of Hell
• (Honestly, it’s a miracle no one has found you two out yet. His longing gazes are far from subtle)
• Sometimes those outings don’t end well. A blue blooded dickbag might’ve dumped their drink on you or shoved you because you were “in the way” or berated you in front of everyone. Lucifer sees red and the entire event is cut short via a demonic rage. On a positive note, his publicity goes off the charts! “King of Hell defends his people, no matter the race!”
• (A motherfucking miracle, I tell you)
• Lucifer likes to take care of you when those incidents occur. He feels guilty. For everything. Reassuring him has always easy for you in any other situation. This one just bleeds into something personal. A failure
• So, you let him take care of you. It improves his mood bit by bit. Could be pancakes! No matter the time of day, Lucifer’s go-to are pancakes. (He’ll simply die all over again if you let him feed you too) Could be a bath for the two of you to share, he loves washing you and putting a bubble beard on your face
• Sleepovers can be a tad difficult to pull off but no one disturbs him in the mornings. He loves having you in his arms all night long. Kissing your horns, forehead, eyes, nose and lips— yes, in that order— before wishing you only the sweetest dreams
• Lucifer has a rubber duck that looks uncannily like you sitting on his desk at all times
• Oh! And despite being an Imp, you’re still taller than your beloved short king. It’s slight but he adores the difference
♡ a/n: if i had a nickel for every time a blue blood fell in love with an imp, i’d have /three nickels HAHAHA
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel imagine#lucifer morningstar x reader#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader#lucifer morningstar headcanon#lucifer morningstar imagine#lucifer x reader#hazbin hotel lucifer
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hey!!!i just wanted to know what is your lian harper?and cheshire?and roy? i personally love them what about you
I'm guessing your asking my opinion on them?
I love Roy Harper. He's been through so much and struggled and been treated like shit but damn if he doesn't do his best to be the best dad ever. Man turned his life around entirely when he learned he had a kid and I genuinely love that for him. And when he's not written by dickbags he's also just so sweet as a whole while still acting like a cocky asshole and I love that about him.
Lian is a fucking angel, she's so sweet and pretty funny sometimes, and now she can kick ass and has blue hair and tats. Hell yeah. Love her. I also admittedly love the idea of heroes having kids. It makes stories so interesting, especially if you can get the kid's perspective. And gosh, little Lian also just loved her daddy so much it breaks my heart sometimes. At like not even 4 she could tell her dad was consistently depressed and didn't want to sleep and leave him alone I love her so much.
I hate Cheshire with the passion of a thousand suns. Jade Nguyen is a cold-blooded killer who actively enjoys the suffering she causes, takes pleasure in poisoning and murdering people, and not even her immense love for her daughter is enough to make her stop. To me, she is the worst fucking thing possible; a genuinely loving and not awful parent who is an unforgivably awful person. Lian's gonna have to face that eventually, and it won't be pretty. Unless they change Jade's entire character in an attempt to redeem her.
But last time Cheshire played anti-hero and protected Alleytown, not even a week later she tried to kill Jason and was talking about how she'd wanted to for a long time and was having a blast with it. She is irredeemable to me. Fuck her (but not literally that's caused historic changes in reality)
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Spoilers are about to exist in this headcanon.
I've been thinking about the moment in the manga (and anime) this icon is from. Depending on the translation, Mahito tells Todo "I improved it for you" or "I made it prettier for you" after using his Idle Transfiguration on Todo's arm - forcing him to cut it off. While it's very like Mahito to just be a jackass and mock someone like that, it got me thinking further.
Outside his fellow curses, I think individuals he finds more interesting are those who are similar to him. They look human but there's something different. With Mahito, he has deep stitches that are normal to him, but if a human bore them there would be a perspective something happened or was wrong. On the lighter note, his heterochromia isn't common among humans and is a trait that could make a human more of an outlier to what society considers normal. We're not getting into his hair because anime hair means nothing, lmao.
Everything about Mahito is meant to disrupt and go against the norm. Obey within a certain limitation what is acceptable to society - he'll tell you to do what you desire (Junpei). He accepts what kind of curse he is, acting as a mirror for humanity and curses alike. He is what humans don't want to acknowledge about themselves a lot of the time (Yuji). If he is hatred and mistrust between humans, then it means that he represents those very things they reject in themselves (also Yuji).
Mahito looks at weakness as something useful to take advantage of. Whether it's with manipulation for a longer game or something shorter, a quick kill. But it's always useful in some manner to him because he understands human weakness and all the negativity they feel. Human fragility is amusing to him more than it disgusts him.
So when I say I think, on a physical and visual level, his interest leans towards people like him - what I mean is they are very human but something makes them an outlier, too. It can be they are so very plain they become invisible. They could be missing a limb or some other part of themselves, have scars, etc. It can be something they are born with or something that happened to them that resulted in a physical trait that would turn someone's head, make them squint at best or at the worst be bothered over.
Junpei with the cigarette burns on the one side of his face is a prime example. It's easy to see he covered himself for a reason. Why. Finding out is fun. Knowing is fun. Figuring out what to do with that information is fun.
Mahito is constantly comparing himself to curses and humanity because he's a human born curse. Something that would make a human go, "Why do you look like that?" is what will turn his head. We all know people can suck and even natural (and lovely) differences people have, like Vitiligo, will garner negative reactions from (ignorant or plain dickbag) humans. However, it's those people Mahito is more likely to have a conversation with or take an interest in.
Of course, I'm not saying just a visual difference is what gets his attention. If you don't have some personality traits to capture his interest, he's not going to last long and then you're fair game. You gave him a pause at best. This applies whether or not you can see him, as well. Sometimes he'll follow around a human who can't see him if they are curious enough, sometimes he lets them go on in life and other times he'll be the unseen force that kills them. It depends entirely on what he deems as fun.
Though we know, if you can see him, you're elevated already when it comes to his interest.
I'm talking about this in a general sense, by the way. I used Junpei, Yuji and Todo (who is of age but still young) as examples so this is more of a general 'what interests Mahito' post than it is 'what would Mahito find attractive?' post. I think this definitely applies to the latter and it's why I don't have any JJK related ships with his character by default.
That being said, a headcanon for a different time: I don't think Mahito would immediately be able to tell if it was the latter. He'd have to do his creeping around, research and observations for a while to figure it out - regardless if it's a human or curse (or something else). Hence my inability to just make this post attraction-based only and why I find it more important to look at it overall with potential attraction as an inclusion.
All in all, these are just thoughts for my interpretation of Mahito's character. I think he takes an interest in noticeable physical differences in humans most of all. Strong personalities seem better for him to bounce off of, but he also values uncertain individuals and seeing how they process and move forward - because he's doing the same. If you're fun, that's all he cares about.
#headcanons#just woke up from a nap and my brain went brrr#i didn't want to get too into his feelings and thoughts here. i wanted to keep it a little more surface based#save that shit for another hc i guess lmao
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Leverage Mark Showdown -- Second Heat Contestants
Where the nominator left comments (or fun extra descriptors), I'm including their comments, cause those are way better than what I'd come up with. Where they didn't leave comments, you'll have to settle for mine :P
Jack Lattimer
The Radio Job, The Last Dam Job (also sort of most of Season 4)
Hes a background guy, just barley staying relevant but also managing to be a pain in the ass to Nate and the crew, but he's not as much of a threat as Damien Moreau, but still stays in the background disrupting htings and giving the crew a hard time purely beciase he wasts a few extra bucks. Hes a bad gys that feels realistic an investor who found a way to cheat the system to benefit himself.
Jimmaaay Jimmy Jimmy Ford
The Three Card Monte Job
go grandpa
Dr. Anne Hannity
The Inside Job
That cocky/confident shit is hot... Except for the part where she manufactures a famine. But every time she thought she had a trump card she was sexy af
Dalton Rand
The Future Job
he's the worst kind of loathsome esp bc he's the most directly confronted with the harm he's doing and is totally blase about it
Nicky & Heather Moscone
The Wedding Job
They're both great caricatures and I like that they double cross each other.
Alan Foss
The Two-Horse Job
He’s one of the most well-sold “cartoonishly evil immature dickbag“ characters we encounter. I love his arrogance, his uber-hateable sexism, and the over the top reactions he makes are so much fun to watch him get angry about.
Damien Moreau, "IF WE MUST"
The Big Bang Job, The San Lorenzo Job
- specifically for the bathrobe and flipflops and being carefully staged to not look like everyone around him is normal human size, bless him
- silly charming terrifying bastard man. can't believe this hasn't been done yet.
Retzing & Sons
The Snow Job
Dysfunctional crime family getting synergistically worse the more they try to deal with each other. Also I get excited every time I see my boy Jonathan from Buffy
Meredith
The Lonely Hearts Job
Man, she actually almost did our heroes in, didn't she? I love her grudging respect for Sophie, like she is genuinely into the art of grifting and willing to acknowledge being bested
James Kanack
The First Contact Job
He could have just been another rich and successful asshole. But no, that wasn't enough for him. HE HAD TO TALK TO ALIENS.
Mitchell Kirkwood
The Studio Job
Dude was a charming psycho, I'd let him murder me for my songs 😍 Plus watching his face break was 😚 Divine 😚
Hugh Whitman
The Gone Fishin' Job
Yeah, you know, let's do some regular debt collection fraud and also fund an entire militia out in the woods behind the bank, that seems normal, right?
Larry Duberman
The Reunion Job
what if there was a nerd who had sometbing sooooooooo wrong with them. also his actor was in big eden i got really excited when i recognized him
Wendy Baran
The Gimme a K Street Job
- okay I cave, you got me with this one. You're gonna have to send some propaganda, cause the nominator didn't say anything and i literally remember nothing about this character except she thinks breaking teenage girls' necks is a fun way to make money
- Update! The nominator says:
- Okay I said Baran bc I hate her so very much
- And she’s a girlboss (derogatory)
Andrew Grant
The Miracle Job
Love the energy, love the way he threw a wrench in their plans by being even more of a sleazy money grubber than they expected (and more creative about it!), and yeah, he's another one that I actually feel kinda bad for cause playing on his anxiety was LOW.
Irina Larenko
The Stork Job
She was such a ditzy cunt, I hated her but I loved watching her on screen. Kinda cute in a way idk plus her main muscle was kinda unfff
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What do you think of a Harley/Harvey romance? Or do you think they won't just fit and better left as friends or antagonists? Do you think Harvey would be a good fit as the 'token dude' among the Gotham Sirens (Harley, Ivy , Selina)?
Honestly, I don’t know what kind of dynamic Harley and Harvey should have. You’d think they’d have some common ground to build on, between their names and their taste in split fashion! But beyond that, they’re a pair of characters I can never quite figure out when it comes to them being together as anything but antagonists, which is boring to me.
(Note: when I speak about Harley, I’m taking about my own personal understanding of her, as I prefer the character. She’s been so inconsistent ever since she became the Sexy Elmo of the DCU, to the point that she’s more a vague merchandise concept than a character. For all intents and purposes of this, I’m thinking of her as Arleen Sorkin’s Harley from BTAS for the most part)
The big fundamental difference is that Harley is all about fun, while Harvey is all about pain. The guy literally wears his agony on his face, and is a big wet blanket for any irreverent antics Harley might want to commit. It's not even a Bert-and-Ernie situation where there's a wacky character and a stoic, straight-laced character, because Harvey is just TOO serious and TOO tormented to be any fun for Harley. There's little room for give-and-take between them. There's just Harley trying to be wacky while Harvey stares at her like someone who has entirely forgotten the concept of fun.
Now, that's not to say that Two-Face can't be a fun, wacky, flamboyant character for Harley to play with! But we'd have to go back to his late Golden Age characterization, where he was entirely focused on outlandish crimes based around the number two. I could possibly imagine a Harley who encourages Harvey to be that kind of Two-Face again, doing something like... oh, let's say, robbing a circus while riding on two horses at the same time. Harley might have a great time with THAT Two-Face!
Now, one might thinking about going the opposite direction. That, instead of encouraging his worst criminal instincts, there's some potential for Dr. Harleen Quinzel to actually be a healing influence on Harvey Dent. Unfortunately, I can't stop thinking about that comic where Mark Russell had Harley "cure" Harvey of needing to listen to his coin, which not only overlooks the core reasons why the coin is so important to him (Russell just kinda treated it as an obsessive quirk and no deeper), but it also shows how Harley's professional care only resulted in making for a more deadly, unpredictable Two-Face:
(Sidenote: brilliant as Russel is as a writer, you can tell he doesn't understand Two-Face because Batman doesn't refer to him as "Harvey.")
I'd love to see Harley as someone who truly empathizes with Harvey Dent, someone who actually understands his trauma from abuse and his internal divide, but it seems impossible to consider how both characters are usually written. It would require a Harley Quinn who actually does fundamentally care about helping people and a Harvey Dent who is written as both a good man and a victim.
Which is where Stjepan Šejić's Harleen was so fascinating and frustrating alike. Harvey is a major character there, and he's miswritten as a hardline dickbag who is all about being Hard On Crime, just for the sake of clashing with the tragically-empathic Dr. Quinzel.
This Harvey Dent is not sympathetic. He's a moralizing prick who straight-up advocates for a fascist police state, including releasing Arkham inmates to show Gotham in order to unleash martial law. It's a perversion of the subplot from the 1989 comic strips, where Harvey wants to resign for unwittingly almost aiding a plot to do exactly what he tries to do in Harleen. To top it off, this Two-Face is willing to re-flip his coin to get a desired result, which is just Bad Two-Face 101.
And yet, despite ALL that, Šejić makes an impressive stab at showing how his compassionate take on Harleen is two-of-a-kind with even this jerkass Harvey Dent.
Even now, I don't know what to make of this, nor do I know what it could possibly mean for either characters. But I remain intrigued by the potential implications of two tragic characters who both lost everything and became "monsters" all in the name of trying to help others. Two irreconcilable people, bound by fate and ideals and "Ha Ha."
So no, I don't know what kind of relationship these two could ever have. I'm even more doubtful there could ever be romance between them. But in other circumstances... who can say? Maybe in some AU, there's a tormented, scarred crime boss driven by revenge and punishing the Haves (Halves?) on behalf of the Have-Nots, and he surprises even himself by bonding with a whimsical, colorful, tortured, and tragically unstable mischief-maker in pigtails.
Maybe. Just maybe that'd work.
#and while I'd love to see Harvey as the token dude in a girl gang#I think Riddler was already the perfect choice there#I have my own ideas for the dream team for Harvey to lead though#harvey dent#harleen quinzel#harley quinn#twoface#two face#batman
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lbfad gets increasingly handwavey on the exact mechanics of things and braincells are sometimes tossed out for scenes with Feelings(fair), and you can tell that lbfad rewrote the script some as it was filming(like the cut xunfeng/danyin plotline), and some things get kind of janky as a result but i DID enjoy the overall tasty meal!
I was so charmed, especially by Ronghao (Rong Hao?) and his very specific deal- his instincts are to be very decent! He loves changheng very sincerely! and yet. Also he's just very funny, truly a character of all time. Love it when it's revealed his evil schemes are "cash in a favour I earned by not being a dickbag several millennia ago." Also love his beatific expression when he realizes he'll probably be executed. Exuding "worth it" from every pore. My frustrations are really an outgrowth of my affections- it's so delightful! It could be just a tiny bit better! I would have been very into a danyin/xunfeng plotline, especially if it brought danyin and xiao lanhua back in contact- I really enjoyed their early interactions and thought they were pretty shippable in their own right. ps. Ronghao's minion should have been Danyin's mom.
Aside from the general continuity mess/ rushed pacing of the last few episodes, I wish they'd made xiao lanhua's perspective and goals a little clearer in the second arc so it doesn't just look like she's desperate to go home and finish being tortured to death, and in general that the moon kingdom conflicts were a bit tighter (Jie Li are you a literal kleptomaniac? why are you stealing from the most powerful man in the universe? is this an expression of your death wish and self loathing). I thought Dongfang Qingcang's personality shift at the very end was a bit too extreme, but my #1 petty irritation is definitely with the way they handled Changheng/Lanhua. I can believe that her feelings changed, but they sold me way too hard on it in the first act for me to believe she didn't have romantic feelings for him at all, and they didn't even bother to come up with something faintly plausible to explain why he left Dongfang Qingcang alone with her soul-seed. He'd never! His whole arc is about how he's actually if anything more willing to ditch his job for her than Dongfang Qingcang (incidentally I love them very much for giving the main ship the real duty vs. love problems. yes!!! thank you for the food). Anyway "the other war god is back I've got to go" is the worst line in the whole show and I can't believe they had a whole thing where she got her memories back but it's never made clear if she remembers him falling in love with her (which is presumably her falling in love with him too!!! Like I really thought at some point they'd address that she has a feelings hangover from something she can't remember and how that ties in with her original magical amnesia but NO! I was denied).
#shifufucking#cannot believe this show made a shifufucker out of me#but Ronghao and Chidi are just SO toxic and ruin themselves over each other so completely#poor changheng!#always the second male lead never the bride#sorry anon u gave me an opening to talk about something I wanted to talk about#my actual favourites are probably Jie Li and Ronghao but changheng is my little black dress#changheng/Ronghao#changheng/lanhua/qingcang#and#changheng/xunfeng/danyin#should all exist!!!#I also do really like xunfeng and danyin but with xunfeng especially#I feel like you can tell where big chunks of their subplots went missing#like everything about xunfeng is delightful there just needs to be more of it#also more of his relationship with xiao lanhua#10/10 in-laws shit right there#oh I also just didn't enjoy the bit where the plot compelled dfqc to pretend to betray xlh#concept fun execution boring#to the point where I was actively bored when they were crawling across the sand to each other and wanting to get back#to ronghao/changheng#the good shit! the REAL betrayal accept no imitations#i did cry when they actually made it to each other and she tried to make him smile tho so I really am being picky! for no reason!
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I'm curious if in your fic upsidedown if we're ever going to see when Steve found out about Neil. By the time of The V-Day Incident he clearly already knows at least a bit about it, so presumably it happens some time between New Years and then, but I know it's a super non-linear story so I just wonder if it's going to come up at all in the main fic? or if not that then maybe an outtake?
(love the fic by the way!)
Ooh, I’ll def do an outtake for that… In my mind Steve started suspecting something was off the first time he laid eyes on Neil in Sideways, when Billy enlisted him and Dustin to make his cover story seem legit. So there wasn’t really a moment he “found out” but a gradual piecing together of stuff until they arrived at an unspoken understanding that Neil was a violent dickbag to be avoided and appeased wherever possible. Steve picked up pretty quick what Billy wasn’t willing to talk about, so he hadn’t pushed. The extent of the abuse would only have landed for him after V-Day—which is why Billy reacted to their arrival the way he did. Before that, he’d managed to hide the worst of it even from Max. And he wanted to keep it that way.
The outtake would be vignettes from Steve’s POV of the moments he noticed something amiss… and maybe end with him processing the aftermath of V-Day?
Thanks for the ask!! Glad you’re enjoying the story 💛 Hoping to get the next flayed chapter out by the end of the month 🤞🏻
#ask answer#spin me right round#harringrove#billy hargrove#neil hargrove#omg i almost tagged this neil gaiman#best neil vs worst neil
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Ok, I've been meaning to say this for a while, but I want you to know that dadler is like one of my all time fav ocs anybody has made for this fandom. Like, I just love love love how tragic his story is. He's not a good person, far from it, but he's not all evil. He has moments where he feels more himself and he does a little better. He feels bad for how Sun turned out. He wishes he did better. And he never gets the chance to do better in the main story. And I think that's part of why I love him so much, because he had this inkling of potential to get better and he never got that chance. And it really is a tragic story because of that. But that's what makes it so intriguing.
And in the dadler lives au, we get to see more of him, see how he could've turned out had he had the chance and I love it so much.
But yeah, I wanted to make this more elequent but my brain's not quite working right. Anyways, I just have so many thoughts about dadler and I thought you should know
Awaaaawwaaaa.
Thank you so much honestly!
That makes me really happy that others really love this wet potato bag of a man.
He's based a lot on my worst traits. A lot of them that I'm still working on.
The reality is that a lot of the times, sometimes we have bad days, and show our worst traits to others all the time without realizing. Doing our "best" is a different best every day. And sometimes, your best is either an anxiety blob who can't talk to people, or a grump who is hardened at the world for how it treated you.
But everyone is human and no one is perfect.
The best thing to do is grow and learn from those mistakes.
I honestly thought I wouldn't like Dadler that much either.
He was supposed to die in chapter one for character development. LOL
Well, I guess he did, but I endeared myself to him.
Also, I really REALLY REALLY LOVE BOB THE DICKBAG! (from Twins/and he is in Lofi too... mentioned only so far but we haven't seen him proper)
And I can't even spoil why I love Bob so much. The amount of "boo"s Bob gets in the comments fuels me.
"Yes, hate this asshole. You'll love him so much you don't even fuckin KNOW YET!"
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Rating FE4 Maps P2
Girl of The Spirit Forest
YAY, I'm talking about FE4 again!
BTW, if yall just want to rate maps from other games too,
I've played through FE4,FE5,FE7,FE8,Echoes,Three Houses, and I'm playing Engage.
Though it may warrant a new series. ANYWAY!
Story
Unfortunately, in the last chapter, our princess was in another castle. Gandolf took her to Verdane. So that's where our next stop happens to be.
It's probably good to mention that pretty much all the battles in this game are full on wars. And I love it.
Anyway, Eldigan takes a visit to be cool and says he'll protect you from any possible invaders, as that's what buds do. Later on, he will uses his actual fucking demon blade on a regular ass man. And doesn't kill him. God he's cool. It would be a shame if I had to Insert spoiler here.
After that, we learn that Edain is OK! The youngest prince of Verdane, Jamke, saved her behind the back of his two, more evil brothers. And also freed an actual thief. Be tells them to run away, but can't go with them because he has to deal with his father.
In the meantime, you learn about Ayra. She's working for one of the princes of Verdane in order to protect Shannan, her nephew, who is a child. She doesn't seem evil. I wonder what would if you lured her away from the castle and killed that stupid dickbag prince?
Oh, she joins! Which is weird because your kingdom and hers are at war?? But it's fine. I'm sure deciding to have the prince of a warring country in your custody will lead to no problems whatsoever.
Then you kill Gandalf. Fun times.
Manfroy and Sandima talk about the backstory of the Loptyr Cult over the kings dead body. They also talk about finding a lady with the best holy blood.
Edain talks Jamke out of murdering you! Yay! And then Sigurd makes some unwise decisions regarding a mysterious forest lady named Deirdre.
That will not come back to bite him. I'm positive.
Aaaand THATS BASICALLY IT!
Never expect me to make a good story synopsis.
I like the story of this chapter. It gets a lot more interesting since you can already see how things have already started to unfold and change for future events.
Gameplay
While I did wish the game once again explained how castles worked,it's really not hard.
I like how you can figure out how to stack the weapon triangle, terrain, and authority stars with the first few enemies.
I also love the Dew pitfall. It gets Dew some levels... but thieves aren't very useful in this game, so it doesn't matter. It does by Edain some time to escape.
Ayra's recruitment is very stressful and difficult. Not to say that it's a bad thing, but thr safest solution I had was just having Finn hide in the forest and pray she didn't reach him.
The worst part of this chapter is near the end. I know the game wants you to get Deirdre by having Sigurd more through the forest, but there was definitely a way to do it without forcing your entire army to slow down to a crawl. And you have to deal with Jamke too! For me, that meant killing some of his squad, then retreating and praying Edain didn't die while I tried to talk to him. The recruitment on this chapter can be downright frustrating at times.
Also, I like the Lex brave axe secret. It's funny and incredibly random, and it makes him become a god. It's the reason I promote him first.
Eldigan showing up to beat up Elliot with his actual fucking demon blade was cool as hell. And if you're good, you can probably use this opportunity to train Arden, who you definitely parked at the castle at this point.
Anyway, with that all said and done, I think this chapter deserves
7/10
Don't ask what the rating system is based on. Idk either.
#fe4#fe genealogy of the holy war#genealogy of the holy war#jugdral#fire emblem genealogy of the holy war#fire emblem#girl of the spirit forest
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hi jo who do u think is the worst dsmp character
Ugh, controversial opinion, but c!Quackity is a fucking dickbag. Inventing capitalism was based, but did we really have to get that cheesy shit about being "abandoned by those he loved" or whatever? He's not that deep, I don't get why people keep inventing tragic backstories or complex motivations for him. He obviously just wants power for himself and doesn't care what he has to do to get it.
c!Tommy is an honorable mention, but at least he kind of redeemed himself by the end.
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if you're still in the mood to ramble, thoughts on peggysous? full disclosure, i havent seen agent carter, but i've seen ppl talk about it and how sousa was pretty misogynistic (but grew as a person or something idk) and then after endgame it was like "steve ruined peggysous! the horror" which 🙄 anyway
Hi! Whoo hoo, okay. *cracks knuckles* Strap in, everybody.
I've touched on pieces of this here and there over time, but let's just get it all in one spot.
Let me preface this all by saying that when I first started the first season of Agent Carter, I liked Daniel. He seemed like a decent dude and clearly had a thing for her, which I was down with and thought could be good for her. Initially. But it became very apparent, very quickly that that was not the case at all. Hell, even after season one I still thought both him and the ship had potential, but the show squandered it, hard.
Because yes, Daniel is a misogynist and arguably one of the worst kinds. The kind that thinks because he isn't screaming slurs or being ~~hateful~~ that that makes him one of the good ones and such a. Nice. Guy. His misogyny is insidious and paternalistic, all wrapped in some "I'm just trying to protect you" nonsense. His respect and niceness is tenuous at best, because he will turn on a dime once he thinks a woman isn't living up to his standards for them, as Peggy herself called him out for here.
And no, he did not grow. Not in AC, anyway. If anything, he became more of a dickbag as the show went on, but we'll get there. I've seen folks say that he did grow as a character once he jumped ship to Agents of SHIELD, but I haven't seen it and I don't want to and given what little I have seen of it, I have my doubts. He still seemed to be on the paternalistic shit, but Daisy was into it, so I guess that makes it alright? Whatever. Not my problem.
Now, since you didn't watch AC, Nonnie, let me give you a quick timeline of how P*ggysous went down. Season one of AC takes place over the course of a few weeks around March or April of 1946, which means it happens about a year after Steve "died." Peggy was not in a good place, obviously. She wasn't even ready to open up to having friendships with people, let alone a romance. During the course of the season, she does open up and get close to Angie Martinelli (a waitress at the diner she frequents) and Edwin Jarvis (Howard's butler), but romance is still not something she's ready for. During the season finale, Daniel asks her if she'd like to get a drink after work, but she politely declines as she already has plans with Angie and Edwin. It's also obvious in the way she smiles once Daniel turns away that she isn't opposed to the idea, it's just not good timing (for many reasons.) But the show very much leaves that door open. Fine, cool.
Season two takes place around July 1947 about six months after Daniel transferred from NYC to California. By the time Peggy arrives there for the case she's investigating, Daniel's with a new girl, Violet (who's lovely, had better chemistry with him, and didn't deserve any of this shit) and he is already planning to propose to her. Yet we're still subjected to multiple characters (especially poor Rose and even Violet) being relegated to mouthpieces for how obviously in love Daniel is with Peggy. Not to mention how the season kicks off with Jack (the SSR’s resident shithead) playing matchmaker by sending Peggy to LA, in the first place. Meanwhile, the only indication of what their relationship was between seasons is a mention of how he refused to answer her calls once he got out to LA. Then the season ends with Peggy's other, better romantic prospect, Jason, leaving the country to work with Howard and Peggy decides to stay in LA and kisses Daniel. And then the show got canceled.
(And per EG and AOS, they broke up some point before 1949.)
Like, what? It's so rushed and so stupid. Both of them had options that were better and made more sense, yet the show still forced this ship. And not only was it pushing this ship hardcore, for some reason, it also made a big deal about how Peggy had to chose between him and Jason, immediately, right now. Despite the fact that the show made it very clear that it was never going to let her pick Jason anyway. Everything about the ship was so sudden and urgent, out of almost nowhere. Yes, the ship was teased in the first season, but it's still remarkable how suddenly it escalated and again, for almost no reason.
It’s not like they had some whirlwind romance off-screen that turned sour or that Peggy was stringing him along, no. Dude asks her out once, she says no (because duh), then literally nothing happens between them for months, but he’s so incapable of dealing with or moving on from his work crush that he fucks off across the country to immediately hook up with some other girl, who he immediately drops once Peggy’s back in the picture. Seriously, fuck this entitled dumbass. I’m not the least bit sad that Marvel broke up this train wreck. The bottom line is this: Agent Carter ruined P*ggysous, not Endgame and certainly not Steve.
And no, despite what many want to claim, Daniel is not Peggy’s Nameless Husband. We are given one piece of information about her husband in TWS, which is that Steve saved him at some point during the war. Maybe AC’s writers intended to go down that route with Daniel, but as of the end of season two and the show as a whole, there is no indication at all that that factoid applies to him.
Even if he was the Nameless Husband that changes nothing for me, because, well, the ship sucks, but also! Different timeline, different rules. Peggy’s allowed to make different choices under different circumstances. And the concern trolls who claim Steve somehow took away her choices and her life? They damn well know that, as evidenced by the fact that no one’s crying over the Captain Carter timelines hurting Daniel or the Nameless Husband, who are apparently oh so entitled to her in the prime timeline. The post-EG fawning over Daniel and worry over the Husband was bullshit from the get-go, but the lack of any of that same concern post-WI or post-MoM confirms what the real problem always was: Peggy can make any and every choice she wants to as long as she doesn’t choose to be with Steve. And I’m sorry, but there’s no way for me to describe that other than fucking bullshit.
(”thoughts on ___” meme)
#let's be real most of the concern trolls probably never even watched the show#and damn sure don't care about peggy#or daniel for that matter#nonnie mouse#replies#mcu grievances#ranty mcrantface#fandom woes#anti daniel sousa#anti peggysous#i'm just covering my ass here
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Brickclub 4.8.4 ‘Cab Rolls in English and Yelps in Argot’
THE next day, it was the 3rd of June, the 3rd of June, 1832, a date which must be noted on account of the grave events which were at that time suspended over the horizon of Paris like thunder-clouds.
Oh NO.
Hugo even says “3rd of June” twice to emphasize the year, like he knows we know how bad this is. Or he wants us to guess how bad this is.
It’s an effective transition out of Marius’s blissful insensate fog.
Marius sees Eponine walking towards him and literally turns and walks away, while she’s looking at him, because he thinks her daring to speak to him two days in a row is too much. Fuck you, Marius. He’s progressed from awkward pontmercying to being a misogynistic dickbag--because, obviously, the reason for walking away is that Eponine is one of Those Sorts Of Women whom he avoids now, since he’s met Cosette. She's presuming to need to talk to him and to remember their acquaintance once he’s found his one true love?? How dare she!
And--he owes her a debt? Like, an actual one, not one of the ones he made up? She asked for something in exchange for showing him the house, and Marius “life debt” Pontmercy doesn’t bother remembering. Maybe it’s because he’s too in love now. But I kinda think it’s because she’s a woman--and worse, she’s That Kind of Woman.
Fucking hell, how was the popular ship when I was a kid Marius/Eponine and not Marius/Getting Punched By Eponine? And, gah, it was so popular to blame COSETTE for this?? The nineties sure were a time. (Yeah, yeah, musical canon, I know.) (But fuck this guy.)
About ten o'clock in the evening, one of the two or three passers in the Rue Plumet, a belated old bourgeois who was hurrying through this deserted and ill-famed place,
Huh, I hadn’t thought the Rue Plumet was disreputable? It’s clearly unfrequented and not fashionable, but I hadn’t thought it was a bourgeois-get-nervous-after-dark neighborhood. (I still find it bizarre that P-M are robbing the house NOW and not at any point during the previous several decades when it was uninhabited but full of rich people’s stuff.)
For the second time in just a few chapters, Thenardier fails to recognize his own kid.
The musical makes him the head of Patron-Minette here, which is a fair adaptational adjustment, I think--but also, there’s something to that, actually? We’re seeing again the thing we saw when he tried to shoot Javert, that Thenardier seems desperate and desperately hungry in a way they aren’t, and he always reaches for more than they were going to. None of them mind him overreaching, but it’s striking to see him among the supposed worst men in Paris, being considerably more uncontrolled and brutal.
I sense a sly observation about NIII somewhere.
Eponine is vastly outnumbered and physically outmatched, but she intends to stop them anyway.
First, she tries something like Cosette’s style of asking for what she wants under cover of playful feminine effusiveness and familial affection. But Thenardier doesn’t care like Valjean might.
Then she becomes Javert, naming them as they stand in line and greeting them with faux politeness, like he did. But she can’t intimidate them like Javert.
Then she becomes Fantine, and the text emphasizes her weak and bony hands and the newfound refinement in her speech as she supplicates first the man she’s been sleeping with--but Montparnasse just warns her away from his knife--and then the gigantic Guelemer, in a moment that resembles Fantine taking Javert’s hand.
But they don’t listen any better than Javert did, and there’s no Valjean to hear and intervene. In fact, by rights it should be Marius taking that role--he’s just a couple hundred yards away, and Eponine is suffering from his stupidity about “honest women” the way Fantine suffered from Madeleine’s--but Marius is in love and perfectly oblivious, as usual.
It’s worth noting that the other characters whose modes she adopts were using strategies that came naturally to them, whereas Eponine is picking them up and putting them down like a series of masks.
It’s also worth noting that none of the women’s strategies she tries ever actually worked for the other women. Hugo fails at feminism a lot, but he does sometimes manage very good points about the awful position women were in.
In increasingly desperate attempts, Eponine tries blatantly lying. Then she tries to presume on Montparnasse’s loyalty because of their relationship, but just like Marius--and I think these moments bookend the chapter deliberately--his debts of loyalty don’t extend to women. He just threatens her with his knife in an increasingly dangerous tone. His first mention of the knife may or may not have been a threat, but this one definitely is.
When all else fails, Eponine transforms suddenly into something specifically herself that we’ve never seen before. It’s an eerie, spectral mix of bravery and total indifference to whether she dies tonight--because, as she says, either her father will kill her sooner, or she’ll commit suicide within the year. Like Fantine at the end of her life, there’s nothing more that can be done to harm her--she thinks.
She’s invoking the magic system, and she pays a heavy cost for it: as she talks, she has a horrifying rattling cough that makes her more spectral and terrifying, but says terrible things about how long she’s going to live. She has become Fantine not in mannerisms but in actual spirit, exchanging her life and health to protect the person that matters to her.
It works. The men start supplicating her, but she won’t be supplicated.
And we end with the conclusion to the Montparnasse redemption arc that Hugo’s been teasing these last few chapters: His loyalty to men is real, but to women he’s an outright misogynist. He even boasts to his friends, after there’s no more reason to stab Eponine, that he totally would have gladly stabbed Eponine. He sounds young here--but he also sounds like an asshole. Even Babet--who, remember, abandoned his wife and kids and moonlights as a traveling dentist, so he’s the literal personification of all the shit done to Fantine--feels the need to say that he treats women better than Montparnasse does.
Montparnasse transforms here from a possible subject of a redemption arc back into Marius’s dark shadow--and right now, I think he’s there to demonstrate the misogyny that Marius is veering way too close to
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Kenma Kozume X Male Reader | “Fighter” | ☁️
I wrote this out of boredom at like, 3AM.
Word count: 2,345
Trigger Warning: Fighting, cursing, blood.
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Such bullshit, you thought as a group of violent alphas glared up at you. You clicked your tongue, swinging your prized metal bat off your shoulders, slapping it loudly against your palm.
"You're such a nuisance," you grumbled.
"Us?! You're the one spreading their pheromones like a whore!" The self-proclaimed 'leader' spat, venom lacing his words. You rolled your eyes, moving your body into a fighting stance.
"Yeah? But aren't you the shitbag who touched that omega chick without consent?" You lowly growled. The alpha faltered, giving you your answer, before snapping back to reality. "She asked for it! Practically begged! Her scent-!"
"Her scent, what?" You took menacing steps forward, pushing your bat under his chin aggressively. You were relatively tall which made you intimidating along with your mean features but you weren't feared enough to be spared violence due to your second gender, and Omega. You could easily be mistaken for a powerful Alpha from afar.
You were born with slanted, glaring eyes and a harsh resting bitch face, so you could understand why people tended to avoid you at first glance.
Your eyes glared with pent up rage as you lifted your bat above your head and brought it down on the shitty alphas shoulder.
A sickening crack echoed through the empty alleyway, the alpha gasping in pain before another blow from your knee slammed into his chin. He stumbled back onto his ass, gripping his shoulder pathetically.
"Your scent is disgusting," You grimaced, waving your hand in front of your nose.
"Get them, idiots!" He whined loudly. His goons charged you a second later. Swiftly, you dunked under one's metal pipe, kicking his gut and pushing him off his feet. You dropped to the concrete and quickly knocked another's ankles from under him, swinging your bat over your head (hitting someone's chin in the process), and bounced it hard against his soft belly.
You rolled over but was forced back by a shoe to your cheek. You hissed, looking up before having your silky locks fisted and your face smashed into a hard kneecap. You gasped as blood oozed from your nose.
You forcefully shook off the pain and grabbed your offender's wrist and with a burst of short-lived power, swung him over your head and knocking him out cold against the hard floor.
You laid there for a hot second, staring up at the baby blue sky. There weren't any clouds, you noticed sadly.
You were tempted to fall asleep but you were sure when the sad excuses of alphas woke it wouldn't be pleasant for you.
You knew the scene looked horrible to an unknowing eye, but you couldn't bring yourself to give a single shit.
You sighed and picked your slightly bloodied weapon up to lazily toss it over your shoulders, walking to the entrance of the alleyway.
Though, surprisingly, you had bumped into someone. It wasn't your fault you couldn't see him, you had the worst vision. You furrowed your brows internally, you needed to see an eye doctor soon.
The guy you bumped into bristled like a startled cat, taking a short step back as he clutched his Nintendo DS close to his chest. You glared down at him.
"Ah... Sorry," He muttered, lowering his eyes to the ground. He glanced down the alley at the sound of a pained moan.
You scowled at the noise, releasing a loud sigh through your nose.
"No, sorry. I wasn't paying attention." You quietly said. Kenma nodded slowly, looking back to his gaming device, not caring too much about the very obvious fight that had just ensued.
"You play Animal Crossing?" You asked, recognizing the soft music instantly.
Though shocked a guy like you knew the game, Kenma nodded again.
"Cool, me too. Give me your name," You said smoothly, though internally you were ecstatic someone else played the game.
That's how you met the pudding haired boy. After exchanging your contact information, you went your separate ways.
You texted Kenma first.
To: Kenma
From: (Y/n)
I want to play COD. Do you have it?"
To: (Y/n)
From: Kenma
yeah. whats your gamertag?
To: Kenma
From: (Y/n)
DyNaMiTe.
Don't ask.
To: (Y/n)
From: Kenma
I won't.
Let's play.
To: Kenma
From: (Y/n)
Oh, btw, do you have a mic?
After adding your new friend on the Playstation, you connected to a call and played several rounds of COD before you got bored of slaughtering random enemies.
"Let's play Mario Kart," You stated.
"Okay," Came Kenma's short answer.
You ended up playing until sunrise. You had to admit, the bloodshot eyes and sore muscles were worth it. Kenma was a surprisingly good player and you could say with confidence he was now a gamer buddy.
More time passed since you met the setter, but he knew deep down it was only a matter of time before he was forced to introduce you to his childhood friend. As of now, he was thankful he told him very little about his newfound friend.
The more you hung out with Kenma at school the more open he became, giving you longer answers rather than his short, to the point ones. Sometimes he'd call you randomly at night requesting you play Animal Crossing with him and everyone else had gone to sleep.
It was a lie. Kenma didn't have any other friends, but he wouldn't admit that anytime soon. He had to go when a loud voice called for him to get his ass to bed, though you weren't sure who it was. Maybe his dad? But he sounded young. You shrugged it off, it wasn't your business anyway.
A week later you and Kenma sat on the roof of the school. You took a large bite out of a thick sandwich layered with meat and cheese. Kenma favored a neat bento his mother made him the night before. Occasionally, you'd glance at his teriyaki and whine. It took a while but the blonde finally gave in, holding a ball of meat in between his chopsticks towards you.
"You wanted one, right?" He muttered, avoiding eye contact. You grinned and sloppily took it from him, thanking him as you chewed. Kenma grimaced and wiped at the corner of your mouth with a napkin.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, idiot.." He whispered.
Aw, look! He's being nice~ Your inner Omega swooned. You pushed down a blush, though Kenma could've sworn he saw a thin layer of pink dusting your cheeks, though he couldn't tell due to a large bruise. He brushed it off.
More time passe. As the days increased so did the bruises, cuts, and even a few stitches. Kenma had noticed you being pulled out of class through the window of his classroom but never really questioned it, assuming you were skipping with your friends.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
"You're fucking joking," You muttered, staring at that shitty alpha from a few months ago standing in front of your classroom. He had innocently claimed his teacher needed to talk to you, something about your grandma's passing or some bullshit excuse. Your grandmother had been dead for three years.
"Come along now, (Y/n)," He whimpered sadly, patting your shoulder. "You wouldn't want anything bad happening to your little blonde pal, would you?" He whispered dangerously in your ear. You allowed him to lead you out of the classroom.
You glared, growling. "You're bluffing," You accused, crossing your arms across your chest.
He raised a brow. "Am I? I have a buddy in his classroom, all I have to do is get him to bring your pal out. He doesn't look like a very strong alpha..." he trailed off, a sick grin pulling at his cheeks.
You cursed under your breath, an image of Kenma's small, shy smile crossing your mind. No way in hell would you let this dickbag of an alpha touch what's yours.
Mine. Your Omega growled loudly.
Ours, You thought back.
You would protect him all you could.
After school Kenma went to volleyball practice, per normal, but you weren't waiting for him when he left his classroom. Normally you would pick him up and walk him to the gym then wait on the side of the gates where Kenma would make up an excuse to walk home with you instead of Kuroo.
He furrowed his brows, confused. He checked the bathrooms on his way to the gym, not seeing you. Did you get sick? He made a quick stop at the nurse's office, asking if you had gone home. She shook her head, claiming nobody had gone home today.
As nervous as he was, he made his way to the volleyball court, changing into his proper shoes. As little as he normally played, he couldn't get his mind off you. He had a sinking feeling something was very wrong.
As much as he didn't want to admit it, he had started to develop feelings for the taller Omega. He had denied it for a while, but he had soon come to terms with it. What was the point in acting like they weren't there? It would be there anyway. He couldn't act like his heart didn't start to pound in his chest every time he saw you or how worried and protective he felt when he saw a new bruise or cut on your body. He felt butterflies when you laughed at your victories in first-person shooter games or that childish grin you got when he caved and let you have his teriyaki at lunch.
"Kenma!" Kuroo called, jogging over. Kenma hummed, looking up at the raven.
"Are you alright? You're more out of it than usual," Kuroo asked, his brows knitting together worriedly. The blonde bit his lip, looking down, to the left and right before meeting his gaze again.
"You.. Know that guy I told you about?" He muttered.
Kuroo raised his eyebrows. "The one you're madly in love-" Kenma yelped, slapping his hands over his mouth quickly, his face exploding into a red blush. "Sh!" he hissed.
Kuroo smirked behind his friend's hands, giving them a wet lick. Kenma gagged, jerking his hands away and wiping them violently on the rooster haired male's black shirt. "Gross..." He whined.
Kruoo laughed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know the guy. What bout him?"
The setter sighed, voicing his concern. "He wasn't here today to get me," He started. "He didn't text me he was leaving and it looks like he's getting.. hurt more often." His voice dipped into a whisper as worries and anxieties flooded his brain. Something wasn't right, he just knew it.
Kuroo hummed, tapping his finger on his chin. "Have you asked him?" Kenma shook his head. "You should," Kuroo gave him a long stare. "I don't see why you haven't."
Kenma opened his mouth, then closed it. "I don't know." He said. "Somethings wrong," He looked down, shuffling his feet. "Really wrong. With him."
An overbearing scent caught his attention. Faintly he smelt the omega's natural scent, pine, and fresh campfire.
"Find him," Kuroo smiled. "I think there's something between you two, more than a bro-bro relationship." He teased. Kenma blushed, wasting no time in changing into his outdoor shoes and Volleyball jacket before he bolted out the door. He zipped the red jacket up to his chin and smelt the cold air, searching for his crush's scent.
He ran to the gates of the school and made his way to the empty park. It was concealed by the thick forest and thicket, but the unmistakable smell of him.
He pushed through the thorns and sniffed the air. His smell was strong, he was close. A heavy feeling of anxiety and excitement settled in the pit of his stomach as he broke through the bushes.
Kenma's golden eyes caught sight of a figure hunched over in a swing and he jogged over.
"(Y/n)?" He asked. You flinched at his voice, as comforting as it may have been to you, you lowered your head, your hair blocking your face.
Kenma's nose picked up on a dreadful, and disgusting scent. Blood.
"(Y/n), what happened?" He lowered himself to the dirt, looking under your bangs. "Please, look at me.." he muttered, reaching up to brush the hair away from your face.
You sniffed and looked up, tears brimming your narrowed eyes as blood dribbled down your face from a large cut across your temple, your nose, and busted lip. Your knuckles were a bright red, dotting with blood. A tear slid down your cheek and you hurriedly wiped it away, jerking your head aside.
"It's nothing," You growled. Kenma narrowed his eyes, standing up.
"It's not." He said.
"It's nothing, Kenma." You whispered, smearing the blood across your face when you rubbed your sore nose. "Just a stupid fight."
"(Y/n), talk to me," Kenma muttered, glaring down at your hunched form. "I can't help if you don't fucking talk to me, you know." You winced at the harsh curse. The shorter one didn't cuss often, only at games when he lost a hard round or when he was pissed.
"I said it's nothing, drop it." You hissed, your (e/c) orbs piercing into his honey eyes. He held your stare sternly.
You caved.
"Someone threatened to hurt you if they didn't get revenge. They wanted a punching bag for a while. In exchange, they'd leave you alone. Satisfied?" You huffed childishly.
Kenma gaped at you.
Had you really gone and got yourself beat to a pathetic lump all so he was spared a little pushing around?
When he didn't answer you took a breath.
"I'd rather be a human punching bag than allow the guy I love to get hurt," You grumbled, holding your breath. Yeah, fuck you, you knew what you were saying. You were low enough and if the setter didn't return your feelings the internally bruising would heal with your external cuts.
"The guy you love?" Kenma whispered. "You... Love me?" he stared at you, slightly wide-eyed. You nodded stiffly.
"Me too."
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Hello! Hope you're doing great! I love your blog ❤️
I was wondering how romanced and non-romanced companions would react to Sole being ass grabbed without their consent by a random dude. Thank you!
Romanced (❤️) and Non-Romanced (✨)
Cait:
❤️-
“Oi- look here for a sec..”
Unlike how some may assumed she would act, she would first sneak up on the asshole- waiting until he turned and gave her a nasty sneer before swiftly swinging her fist and making contact with a *crack* to the son of a bitch’s stupid nose. However once Cait got ahold to something, she doesn’t really let go. One punch wouldn’t be enough- this asshole just assaulted you- right in front of her face! Before she knew it, she had reduced the sick fuck into a groaning, swollen pile of bruises and blood. She just couldn’t stop.
✨-
“Hey dickface! I fuckin’ saw that!”
Flashes of the sleazy raiders she knew too well would be the first thing that came to mind- sending cool shivers of terror all throughout her body.
That’s when the adrenaline kicked in.
She’d still beat their ass, whether you like it or not.
Curie:
❤️-
“Excusez-moi, i don’t believe that is proper behavior- oh never mind, I doubt you even comprehend what proper means...”
She wouldn’t outright hurt someone- but damn, she sure wanted to then. Instead of doing it though, she just got all up in the man’s face, sticking her finger in his chest and telling him off. Much alike Tinkerbelle if you squint.
✨-
Kind of the same thing here tbh. I just don’t foresee Curie being the type to be excessively violent.
Danse:
❤️-
“What twisted thought made you think you had the right to do that? No- actually there isn’t anything you could say that would justify violating someone..”
Yes, Danse is composed- but no, he would not just sit idly by and watch someone do such a thing to his love. His automatic reflex is to go into protective mode, which involved him promptly shoving the man away from you- letting the perpetrator fall to the ground- only to pick him back up by the collar of his shirt and practically seethe and he confronted him. Had he not been in the right state and fear causing a too big of a scene- he just might’ve roughed the man up worse.
✨-
“That was an extremely poor decision, civilian.”
Similar to a romanced Danse, he would still be hella
Protective over you. Instead of letting his heart speak too much though- he’d simply grab the little shit and pull him aside, giving him a harsh glare and the promise of being crushed by a power armour boot.
Deacon:
❤️-
“Like how that feels, dickbag? Didn’t think so..”
Instead of causing a huge scene by slitting his throat, Deacon smoothly pressed into the man from behind- his hands leaving an imprinted bruise from how harshly he grabbed the man. It caused said man to yell and turn- but he didn’t do anything- he understood. As a matter of fact, he would shamefully apologize to you, silently pleading for you to tell your lover to stop violating him as well.
✨-
“See? Now we’re all uncomfortable..”
Unlike his demonstration shown above, Deacon would go for the more mild “return ass grab”. A quid pro quo, an uno reverse card if you will. Who even knows how to respond to that? No one. It just leaves the whole lot of you with a mural feeling of discomfort and awkwardness where usually rage and violation would’ve taken place.
Gage:
❤️-
“Shit, betcha wished you would’ve done something else- huh? Just think about it this way, now you can go into early retirement with your little situation..”
Gage is ruthless.
As soon as the man laid a hand on you- as soon as he saw the look of fear and embarrassment that graced your face..he grabbed the poor sack of shit’s hand and cut it off- leaving him to bleed and cry out. Most likely to die..after all, no one would dare help the man that just tried to cop a feel on the boss.
✨-
“Wrong move, shit stain. *chuckle*, Get ‘em boss.”
He’ll intervene if you do nothing- but honestly Gage just wants to see how you punish the man. Best you set a good example.
Hancock:
❤️-
“You know, it takes a special person to do that...*chuckle*.”
You remember what he did to that man that tried to distort you? That was before he fell in love with you- so what I want you to do is take that event and triple the brutality. It’s exactly that.
✨-
“....damn, think I’ve got a little something on my shirt.”
Again- he stabbed a bitch just for fucking with y-
Macready:
❤️-
“Are you serious? I’ll give you the count to ten, best start running- I’m pretty good at long range target practice.”
It would take every fiber of his being not to beat the man’s face in with the butt of his rifle...so making his life easier and not risking sitting in jail, Mac just threatens the man and proceeds to load his gun.
✨-
“Haha, Youre so funny- bet you get all the ladies by showing them how small your cock is without them even having to see it.”
Have you ever notice how mean Macready can be? Well, now you can hear it for yourself. The man such words were directed too would likely try to beat Mac up for saying it- which by doing so Mac would have no problem whopping him. Remember, he’s scrappy.
Maxson:
❤️&✨-
“I assume you enjoy having hands, correct? If so, I advise you to get as far away as humanely possible this instant.”
Had he been any other person, Maxson would’ve surely knocked teeth out- but seeing as he was so painfully aware of the reputation he must uphold, he restrained himself. If the man was someone in the brotherhood though, he would show no mercy- being court martialed for sexually assaulting a higher ranking officer would be the least of the perpetrators worried.
Nick:
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“How dare you..?”
Nick is thankfully a very well thought out and morally unquestionable individual. Thus being said, he will do everything within his power to make the man who touched his lover in such a horrid way pay. He may not kill them..but who ever said that death or being beaten is the worst thing to happen to a person? Regardless, remember ghat Nick has connections with the fallout version of the mafia.
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“Dontcha got a better place for that hand?”
Even though he might’ve seemed a little too calm, Nick would be sure to shoo off the perpetrator and have him dealt with later.
Preston:
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“Look you piece of trash- I don’t know what ever made you think you can just do whatever you want, but there are consequences for being so stupid.”
Despite his peaceful and gentle way of being- Preston would have absolutely no problem throwing hands with someone who threatened the General of the Minutemen.
X6-88:
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“.....”
Have I mentioned that X6 is borderline obsessive? Have I also mentioned that he can be entirely ruthless? Hope so- because someone sexually assaulting you is a sure fire way for a bullet to find its way into their head with absolutely no hesitation. He wouldn’t even flinch as the blood sprays and soils his clothes- only seeming phased and slightly annoyed whenever he had to take his shades off and clean the gore.
I don’t advise that you reprimand him for such eggless behavior either.
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“Why did you do that?”
Although he was calm, his words soft like rain- the actions that followed shortly thereafter were anything but relaxed. As soon as the man turned to mouth off and say it was “just a joke”, X6 grabbed his hand and squeezed- watching as the appendage turned red and the poor assailant turned victim tried to desperately get away. Poor thing- he wasn’t going to go until he provided an answer that X6 accepted.
Trick is- nothing would satisfy the brutal, still man.
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Rafael Casal x Reader
Note: I love when you send me prompts 😭 I asked for angst and you delivered! Thanks to all the lovely anons and to @theatrenerd86 of course!
Words: 3K
Warnings: fist fight 🙃
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The minute you stepped in the door, everything changed. Time seemed to slow down. The music became distorted. Rafa could've sworn that the lights dimmed considerably. The billiard ball rolling in slow motion in front of him suddenly wasn't as exciting anymore. All he could focus on was you and the heavy heartbeat in his chest.
You looked around the room, shot him a small wave from afar and headed straight for the bar as his senses seemed to return to normal, time speeding up again.
You'd shown up to the party late and even though Rafa had only seen you from a distance, it was obvious to him that something was wrong - again. Even though you had held your head up high, your confident body language was outshone by the fake smile and the sadness in your eyes. Rafa watched your squared shoulders as you poured yourself a drink while trying to look brave. And although you were doing a splendid job pretending everything was alright, he didn't believe a second of it. You had never been able to keep anything from him. He knew you too well.
"Are you seeing this too?" Diggs mumbled as he had also noticed the way you were carrying yourself.
"Yeah," Rafa breathed as he looked at you wipe away a small tear, the smile still broad on your lips. His heart was aching in his chest. It hurt seeing you hurt.
"What are we guessing?" Diggs continued in a quiet mumble, "Rob?"
"Definitely Rob," Rafa said darkly. Of course you were crying because of your asshole fuckboy of a boyfriend. The biggest fucking clown to ever walk the face of the earth. Mr Dickbag himself. Rafa's nemesis.
Rafa and Diggs had absolutely hated Rob from the minute you had introduced him to them - not only because the man was absolutely no good, but also because he had come out of nowhere, pulling you away from Rafa at the worst possible time. Before Rob, you and Rafa had - much to Rafa's satisfaction - flirted quite heavily. Hell, on special occasions, Rafa had even been granted access to your bed! But from the moment you had met Rob, everything had been about him, and Rafa had been degraded to being your old buddy again. ...And he absolutely fucking hated it! And he hated fucking Rob for stealing you away. Fucking Rob with his fucking stupid hipster haircut and his fucking badass Michael K Williams scar.
"We should go talk to her," Diggs said quietly, and put down the billiard cue without looking away from you.
"Yeah, I'll see what I can do," Rafa answered without really paying attention to Diggs.
"You? Alone?" Diggs arched an eyebrow at Rafa, "are you sure that's a good idea? Last time you nearly broke them up."
"That's still the plan," Rafa sent his friend a challenging look, "or do you want him to continue breaking her heart?"
"Of course not. You're just... partial," Diggs sent Rafa an equally challenging look. He was all for you and Rafa getting together, but he also knew that Rafa was in neck-deep water.
"Shut up, dude. I know what I'm doing," Rafa mumbled and started walking towards you with determined footsteps before Diggs could stop him.
"Don't stir shit up!" He heard Diggs yell behind him.
Rafa ignored his best friend and took a few brisk steps towards you before he was standing by your side. You were pouring yourself half a glass of tequila, downing it in one go.
"Hey..." he smiled when he caught your eye.
"Rafa!" You jumped a little at the surprise of suddenly having him in your face, "hey. How are you?" You poured yourself another tequila, your fake smile still broad on your lips. You hoped he hadn't noticed your rather weird mood.
"Better than you it seems..." Rafa eyed the contents of your plastic cup.
"Is it that obvious?" You shot him a look.
"You're drinking tequila as if it was water..." He leaned in close and spoke quietly so only you could hear, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No," you lied, "I wouldn't want to ruin your night," you said quietly. The truth was that you actually did want to talk about it. Maybe with Jasmine or Emmy - but definitely not with Rafa of all people! You already knew how he would react; he hated Rob and would go absolutely ballistic.
"You could never ruin my night," Rafa smiled softly. "Come," he said and grabbed your hand, tugging you along. You followed him hesitantly but ended up sitting down next to him on a small bench outside the house, determined not to tell him a thing. However, as he immediately put his arm around you and pulled you close, the treacherous tears started welling up in your eyes the second you felt his hand caressing you.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked softly.
"Yes. I'm just having a really shit night," you mumbled while wiping away an annoying tear.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, I'm okay," you croaked, trying to keep him away.
Of course Rafa didn't believe you, and in a matter of seconds, his expression changed dramatically, "Did Rob hurt you? If he hurt you, I swear to God I will kill him!"
You looked over at Rafa whose nostrils were flared, clearly already angry at the scene he had set in his own mind without even knowing if Rob was involved or not.
"He didn't hurt me, Rafa. Stop jumping to conclusions just because you don't like him..."
"So this has nothing to do with Rob?" Rafa arched an eyebrow at you.
There was no way back now. You knew that Rafa would do absolutely anything in his power to get you to tell him about what had happened. You shot him a sideways glance, trying to determine how angry he was before you admitted to Rob's deeds. "It's Rob, alright - but he didn't do anything on purpose."
Rafa clenched his jaws shut and curtly said, "just tell me what happened."
"Promise me you won't hate him..." you whispered while biting your lip.
"No. What did he do?!" Rafa demanded through gritted teeth.
"He - uhm -" you considered shooting Rafa a lie but knew that he would see right through you immediately. Eventually, you decided to tell him the truth even though you knew nothing good would come of it; "Rob - uh - accidentally kissed someone else last night," you mumbled quietly while carefully examining Rafa's face. He looked as if he could punch something so to diffuse the situation, you quickly added, "- but he feels really bad about it and he told me everything straight away!"
"He cheated on you?" Rafa tried to say as calmly as he possibly could although he was doing a horrendous job. Of all the terrible things Rob had ever done to you, this one definitely took the cake.
"He didn't do it on purpose!" You added quickly, "Please don't be mad at him!"
"Why are you defending him?" Rafa said desperately. His face was distorted, his eyes livid, "He cheated on you! Tell me you broke it off with him!"
"He didn't do it on purpose. He's been going through some stuff lately and he told me that he feels terrible about it..."
"Good!" Rafa said angrily and gritted his teeth, "fucking suits him right. Say the word and I'll deck him in his smug face!"
"Stop trying to save me, I can handle myself! This has absolutely nothing to do with you..."
"I'm the one who has to see you like this," he said softly.
You shot Rafa a look, "you pulled me aside!"
"Yes! Because I see right through your fake smile - and it hurts to see you like this!"
"Rafa, I didn't ask for you to take care of it."
"You'd do the same for any of your friends. I don't know why you can't see that he's bad for you!"
"It's just a rough patch! I know he loves me, he's just been stressed lately."
"Are you not listening to what you're saying right now?" Rafa desperately pulled at his hair, "The guy made out with another girl and you're excusing it? You should be livid!"
"I am livid," you shot Rafa a hard look, "why else do you think I'm sitting out here, talking to you about it? If I didn't care that he kissed someone else, I would obviously be inside right now, enjoying myself!"
"If you're truly upset about it, don't excuse his behaviour! Break up with him! He's toxic as fuck!"
"Would you stop that?!" You said sternly, "I know you aren't his biggest fan but he's my boyfriend."
"Why are you even with him? He's a fucking low life!"
"He's a low life?" You said in a shrill voice, not able to hold back anymore, "as opposed to whom, Rafa? To you?"
"As opposed to anyone!" Rafa spat, "why can't you see that there are so many guys out there who are a million times better than fucking Robert Havert?!"
Rafa's words hit a little too close to home and you got really angry with him, "you really want to go there?" You couldn't help yourself.
"Go where?" Rafa shot you an irritated look
"Riddle me this, Rafa; do you by any chance consider Rob competition?"
"No," Rafa said curtly, looking away from you.
You crossed your arms and tapped your foot, "really? Because you've been sending me some weird fucking signals lately while trying to break me and Rob up."
Rafa's feelings were bubbling inside him and before he could stop himself, he spat, "Of course I consider him competition! Isn't it obvious that I'm in love with you?! You and I had something special before he came along and corrupted you!"
"He didn't corrupt me!" You answered through gritted teeth.
"Why did you turn your back on me then?" Rafa said loudly, his voice breaking. He instantly looked ashamed of himself. He obviously hadn't meant to show you so much of his emotions.
"Because I fell in love with Rob! ...What you and I had was a mistake..." you desperately cried out, "sleeping together was obviously a mistake!"
"If it was a mistake, why did it happen three times?" Rafa spat angrily before his eyes became glossy. He was panting hard, his face all screwed up, "please don't regret me," he croaked, his chest aching horribly, "you can't be serious..."
"Of course I don't regret you, Rafa. But we would've never worked out."
"...Because of him?" He shot you a dark look, his chest heaving up and down.
"No, Rafa," you desperately put your hands on him trying to calm him down, "Because you're you and I'm me. We've been friends for ages."
"I don't want to be friends," Rafa whispered before he angrily looked away from you.
"Rafa, honey," you whispered while searching his face, "I love you - but not like that..." you put your forehead to his. Your hands were now on his chest and you could feel the heavy heartbeat through his shirt. "I'm sorry if I-" Your words were drowned by a car door slamming hard and a voice behind you yelling loudly; "Step away before I punch you in fucking the face, Casal!"
Rob was coming at you and Rafa at full speed, an aggressive look in his eyes. You let go of Rafa as if you'd been scorched by fire and ran to your boyfriend, trying to stop him from beating up your friend. You hadn't told Rob about you and Rafa's escapade but Rob had long ago figured out that Rafa was into you - and you knew that he had been looking for every excuse to fight it out with him.
"Everything's fine, baby," you tried, "Rafa didn't do anything. We were just talking. Everything's fine, I swear!"
Rob's eyes were huge, his nostrils flared as he gently pushed you aside and went head to head with Rafa, "what the fuck are you doing, Casal?! Are you trying to get with my girl?"
"I'm protecting her from you."
"And you plan on doing that by hooking up with her?"
Rafa stood up straight, trying to make himself a few inches taller, "I plan on doing that by actually showing her some emotional support!"
"Don't fucking touch what isn't yours!" Rob was snarling angrily.
"Rich coming from you," Rafa said calmly with a small growl, "do you feel like a big man when you cheat on your girl?"
Rafa's choice of words had Rob shooting him a sickening smile, "that's right, Casal," Rob smiled humourlessly "she's my girl. Not yours. And you know what? She never will be yours. You will never get to touch her, to kiss her, to fuck her. She will never want you. I know you've been dying to experience it but you will never get to see her with your cock in her mouth," he said devilishly.
"Rob!" You interjected, disgusted with how your boyfriend was talking.
Rafa couldn't help himself. He knew he would be disloyal to you and that it would escalate the situation immensely, but he was desperate to wipe away Rob's stupid grin so he too smiled before he calmly said, "oh, you don't think I know what she looks like with my cock in her mouth?"
"Rafa!" You hissed loudly from behind your boyfriend.
Rob's smug face fell considerably and although Rafa could hear the disappointment in your voice, he continued, "what? She didn't tell you?"
In a matter of seconds, Rob's face went from red to purple. He took a firm grip in the collar of Rafa's shirt and plunged his head forwards. Rob's forehead hit Rafa's face with a sickening crunch, and Rafa staggered backwards but was on his feet not long after, decking Rob in the face with his closed fist.
"Please stop!" you pleaded them and tried to pull them apart, but Rob punched Rafa in the stomach, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud when all the air was knocked out of his lungs.
Rob plunged forward, put a leg on either side of Rafa and started hitting him repeatedly.
Rafa was desperately trying to defend himself against the rain of fists that were coming at him, but was so busy trying to avert Rob, that he didn't have the ability to fight back. Luckily, Rob was grabbed from behind by two guys that hurled him backwards and off of Rafa. Rob unsuccessfully fought to wrestle himself free from Oak and Anthony'a grips while yelling, "I'm going to break your fucking skull!"
Meanwhile Rafa, who was now back on his feet, was trying to wrestle himself out of Diggs' grip, responding with a "I'd like to see you try, you fucking pussy!"
As Rob and Rafa were trying to fight the men off of them, you stepped in, "what the hell is the matter with you two?" you bellowed.
Rob looked as if he had almost forgotten you were there, the sound of your voice immediately making him stop squirming in Anthony and Oak's arms as he looked at you. Ant and Oak released their grip on him, and instead of flying towards Rafa, Rob took a few deep breaths, his eyes piercing through you as he tried to calm himself down.
"How about breaking my skull now?" Rafa yelled at him while squirming around in Diggs arms hoping to break free.
Rob's gaze flew towards Rafa, while Oak and Anthony took a step closer, ready to punch him to the ground if he tried anything. Rob felt the two men nearing him and looked as if he had only just realised that if he jumped Rafa again, he would have to deal with Oak, Ant, and Diggs too. He took an ultimate decision and with a last look at you, he huffed, turned on his heel and angrily walked away with balled up fists.
Diggs loosened his grip on Rafa who immediately ran to you, "are you okay?" He almost yelled, his voice laced with concern, "I'm so, so sorry you had to see that!"
You looked up at him with a dark expression, "how fucking dare you!" You started out in a whisper but your voice gradually became louder as your tone changed to anger, "how dare you talk about me like that! As if I'm some conquest that you brag about to your mates!"
"I know I'm sorry," Rafa panted, avoiding your gaze, "Heat of the moment."
"Rafa look at me," you searched his face, "this is over," you said slowly, painfully aware that you were breaking his heart in front of his friends.
"It's over?" He looked as if he didn't understand what you were saying.
"We can't see each other anymore. It's over!"
"What? You're choosing that clown over me? What does he have that I don't?"
"Rafa why can't you see that you're just as big of a clown as he is!"
"...what the fuck are you talking about?!" He panted desperately, "I'm just trying to make you realise that he's a dick! I'm helping you. He's treating you like shit!"
"I don't need or want your help. What I want is for you to stay the fuck away from me," you said angrily giving him a small shove. With one last look back at Rafa, you turned on your heel and desperately ran towards your boyfriend who had almost reached his car.
Rafa watched you chase after Rob. He watched you desperately explain the situation to him. Watched you apologise of all people. Watched Rob take you in his arms as if he was the one who had to forgive you. He watched you kiss Rob's cheek before you started crying. Rafa's heart was aching horribly. He almost couldn't stand still.
He watched you get in Rob's car, kiss the man passionately before he pumped the speeder, sending Rafa a smirk as you once again kissed his cheek. Rafa painfully watched you drive away and all he was left behind with was a black eye, a chipped tooth, and a broken heart.
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