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nina-renmen · 3 months

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I really like your Yandere team 141. Would it be too much to ask for headcannons of what type of Yandere Simon, Price, Soap and Alejandro would be? (separate) And how they would react to the reader reciprocating their feelings?

That’s not too much at all! I hope this is what you’re looking for.

The Stalker:

•Ghost likes to lay low when it comes to these types of things.

•You definitely wouldn’t see it coming, especially if you don’t pick up signals easily.

•Ghost is the type of Yandere to rummage through your belongings while you’re out and about. He wants to get to know you without directly asking.

•If you were to subtly flirt with him or show any kind of interest in him your chances of getting kidnapped have drastically decreased.

•If ghost was drunk enough he would confess. That being said, I think he has a high tolerance for alcohol. It’ll take him a while to actually get drunk enough to tell you.

•On the event that he does somehow confess his feelings, don’t expect it to be a big thing. He might just look at you and say something along the lines of “Let me take you out to dinner.”

•If you agree to be his without any pushback then great! You now have an overprotective guard dog that will scare off any man that tries to approach you. •Ghost dosn’t like to share, he’ll keep tabs on you with the help of soap or implanting trackers on your phone. He tells himself it’s for your safety but in reality he wants to know where you are at all times.

The clingy/touchy one:

•Soap likes to have his hands on you at all times.

•It dosn’t necessarily have to be sexual. Sometimes he’ll wrap an arm around you or place his hand on the small of your back. •He’s the type to get annoyed if you don’t pay him any attention. He’ll hide your phone from you so you have to come to him for help. •If you reject his advances towards you he’ll disappear for a while and make you drop your guard. When you’re finally settled his appear in the middle of the night and forcefully take you away. •But that scenario is for another time.

•Johnny is the type to buy you flowers, a stuffed animal (that has a camera in it) and chocolates before he asks you out. He’s visibly nervous when he hands you the ‘offerings’ and confesses his feelings to you. •If you accept his shoulder visibly loosen. A stupid grin will cross his face and for the rest of that night he’ll subtly touch you. Maybe he brushes past you and places his hands on your hips to get by. Or he’ll place a hand on your shoulder or thigh.

•Soap is a little more lenient than ghost when it comes to you going out without him. He won’t involve Ghost unless you’ve run away. He’ll probably install a tracker on your phone and send you on your way.

The gift giver:

•This one isn’t as sweet as it sounds

•Price likes to woo you with little gifts and trinkets. He’s the type to implant trackers and cameras into gifts like stuff animals or jewelry. He’ll even get you a phone that he secretly has access to.

•Price can be a bit manipulative at times. Especially if you have daddy issues. •Before he confessed to you Price was the first person to tell you that your new boy toy isn’t good for you. Price will dig up dirt on your recent date and completely trash your perception on them. Afterwards he’ll give you a gift to ‘make you feel better.’

•It you reciprocate his feelings Price is a bit taken by surprise. He had all of the necessities to kidnap you in his car. He was ready to take you by force, and he was expecting to. •With price, he’s the type to give you items that symbolize that you’re taken. For example a necklace that has a locket with his initials on it. Or a ring.

•Price wants you taken care of. Literally and figuratively. Do you want to go shopping? No worries he’ll give you his card. Are you sad that your friends ditched you? No worries, the next day their faces are in the news as ‘missing’. Are you hungry and don’t have the energy to cook? Lay down, he’ll run you a bath and order take out.

•It’s an absolute dream to be with price willingly and be naive to what he’s doing around you. But if you find out about his doings and don’t respond in the way he likes he’ll just have to resort back to plan A.

The manipulator:

• Alejandro can be sneaky sometimes

•He’s usually somewhat similar to price. Whatever you want he’ll buy for you.

•But on the off chance one of your friends notices the way he’s unhealthily protective of you or making you miss out on friendly gatherings this man will gaslight you

• If you go up to him complaining about his over protectiveness he’ll just blow you off

•”You know I’m doing this for you right?”

•After an argument that may or may not leave you in tears he’ll always say ‘I love you’. Not as a gesture to show how much he really love you. But as a manipulation tactic.

•If your gullible or naive you might have a tough time getting away from him

•Especially since he has his men stalk look after you when he can’t be there.

•If you reciprocate his feelings it’ll still be a toxic relationship

•He has more control over you now. He’ll slowly make you disconnect with family and friends so your life only revolves around your relationship with him

•If you notice early on you might be able to get out of it with the help of someone from the 141 team. But that’ll just land you in their arms instead

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shotmrmiller · 20 days

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THAT GIF OF BARRY SLOANE YOU REBLOGGED "https://www.tumblr.com/samuelroukin/740155140757127168/barry-sloane-as-joe-bear-graves-in-six" SCREAMS STALKER!PRICE NGL thanks so much for blessing my feed of him 💗😋

oh so what youre just gonna drop off stalker price into my inbox and then leave?

no.

price had found you on his hunting grounds— that one seedy, hole-in-the-wall bar with the sputtering lightbulbs, wobbly, worn barstools and a bartender that doesn't ask for names, only your poison of choice.

you stick out like a sore thumb— a pretty, little daisy in a field of weeds. it'd be hard for him to not notice you, honestly. innocence, maybe naivety, exudes from your very being.

very welcome.

he sips at the warm piss they call beer as he watches you. the way your hand spins as you tell your tales, the way your laugh rings out— bright and clear— much unlike the dull murmur of the rest of the bar.

price rises from his stool, clearing his throat as he tosses a couple of bills on the counter before he heads your way. he takes off his hat as he greets you with a firm handshake. (his fingers wrap around yours like ivy— oh, how he wishes to never let go.)

your name is sickly sweet on his tongue. he keeps a respectable distance between you two as he asks if this is your usual haunt or if today is his lucky day.

a glint of recognition flashes in your eyes. smart thing. you've caught on.

you tell him that you, while very flattered— insincerity coats your lips as they curl into a false smile— are not interested. he raises his hands up in mock surrender, conceding defeat immediately and peers through his lashes as he wishes you a good night.

he sits in his truck, laptop on hand as he searches for your name in the govt database.

nothing.

smart thing, indeed. not so naive after all.

it's alright. the tracker— a small, inconspicuous device— he's placed underneath your car will send tremors through the intricate web of this city. every turn, every stop will alert the spider that heart of it. you will never be lost to him.

you should've just given him your name.

#toni asks

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reareaotaku · 11 days

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Damain Wayne Headcanons

work on the right by Lipeartwork on twitter

[Online] Certified stalker

He knew about you long before you knew about him

Originally it was an accident, I mean stumbling onto your social medias

You're related to a girl who was classmates with Barbara- Which is who he was trying to get info on you

But the thing is, Damian never makes mistakes. Everything happens for a reason

And finding you was like finding a gold mine

He didn't become immediately obsessed, because let's be honest, you're not all that interesting

When he tried hacking into your account to get to your relative, he realized that he was locked out- What the fuck?

Okay, so maybe this would be harder than he thought

He starts to find every single social media you have just to prove that he can get in

He doesn't and it starts to piss him off

So, he starts to stalk you irl. That he can do without you stopping him

You keep accidentally running into this guy, who seems awfully familiar

After running into him a fifth time, he invites you to a cafe, as an apology

That's how he gets to know you in more detail than he ever could online

He actually kind of starts to like you

You remind him of something he doesn't have; happiness

He wanted it and he hypothesized that if stayed around you maybe he to could get some of that happiness from you

Lowkey, starts to gain a crush on you

But is in complete denial

"I don't like them. They're just someone that I have a benefitable agreement with to not be so shitty all the time." Damian tells his father who doesn't believe a word, but he realizes he can't make Damian acknowledge his feelings

The only thing that will convince Damian to confess is if you get kidnapped or hurt

He practically loses his mind

Thankfully he has trackers on you, so he always knows where you are [He put them on you the first time you bumped into each other]

He wants to keep you locked away, but he knows he can't do that, so he just becomes more obsessive, borderline clingy, but he doesn't want to come off clingy, because he doesn't want you knowing he has a crush on you

He just wants you to be safe- with him- forever

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne al ghul #damian wayne #yandere damian wayne #yandere damian wayne x reader #yandere batman #yandere robin #yandere robin x reader

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unorthodoxfaithxx · 3 months

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Andy Yandere Headcannons

Been in love with Undead Unluck lately, and Andy and Fuuko’s dynamic is so funny it hurts. So what would Andy be like if he was a yandere?

Andy can’t die, no matter what. It’s been his dream to finally rest in peace, but after accidentally bumping into you on a street, his whole perspective changed. Maybe being undead isn’t so bad after all, if it means he can spend eternity with you.

Andy is the total protective type. Cooking? Let him handle the sharp cutlery. Going out? Let him tag along to protect you from any brutes. If he’s on a mission? You’re absolutely staying behind, and if you have to tag along you can bet your ass he’s next to you 24/7.

He’s super touchy too. He loves holding you in his arms, holding hands, wrapping his arm across your shoulder, and giving warm hugs. He won’t admit it, but having you close to him always has his heart go crazy. You’re like a drug he can’t get enough of. His reason to live after having none for so long.

If you’d let him, he wouldn’t mind going all the way with you.

Not really the jealous type. He’s confident no one can bring you happiness like he can, and if he has any rivals — hey, he can just take care of ‘em, can’t he? He’s strong for a reason.

If he sees you with another guy though or a girl too friendly with you, you can bet your ass he’ll be grilling you about who they are, how you know them, and what they are to you. If he doesn’t like what he hears? You’re in for a doozy. He’s lived longer than you have so he knows the true nature of people. Anyone he deems unsafe to be around, you can’t hang out with.

He’s so loud and brash, you frankly can’t ignore him. Try to give him the silent treatment and he’ll just kidnap you and hold you hostage in his arms until you give. He doesn’t play that way.

Definitely a stalker, but real conspicuous about it. He knows where you live, where you work, who your family is, what your hobbies are. He’ll straight up tell you he’s planted a tracker on your phone (for protective reasons) and that he’s installed security cameras around and inside your house. Ya know, for safety. Can’t have you getting kidnapped now.

#yandere drabble #male yandere #yandere male #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x reader #yandere writing #undead unluck #andy #yandere #yandere headcanons

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wake-me-up-inside-imagines · 2 months

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Ok, I just read your sweet yandere post and would like to add something.

I love the idea of like a mafia boss yandere or someone who is usually cruel (like maybe a Hades sort of character) but is an absolute sweet heart to their darling. One of my fave tropes

OOOOOOH I LOVE THIS TROPE! I have a character who's just like this actually, a total sweetheart to whoever he's with but has a very low tolerance for most other people.

Sorry, this is a long one lol

I'm gonna make headcanons now because you've inspired me lol.

(Banner/divider credit goes to @cafekitsune)!

Tw: Kidnapping, mentions of violence

Mafia boss! Charlie who is no stranger to violence. He's lived his entire life surrounded by it, in fact. Having a mafia boss for a father will do that to you, he guesses.

Mafia boss! Charlie who's spent his whole life working for the mafia, being trained to kill, smuggle, and deal ever since he was a child. He grew up living a life of crime, rising up the ranks (thanks to his father), before taking over as the boss when his father was killed by an unruly client.

Mafia boss! Charlie who's a cruel, ruthless man. He's killed dozens of people, injured many more, and runs his organization with an iron fist. He may be young, but he's learned enough to know that any show of trust, any display of kindness is a show of weakness, a show of vulnerability. He can't afford that, not when he's the head of the mafia, so he makes sure to make it so that no one will question or challenge his authority by any means necessary.

Mafia boss! Charlie who has very few real friends, keeping those he does have at an arm's length. He'd rather die than admit that he craves real relationships, that he desires to make genuine, true connections with others. But he can't, so he pushes his wants to the side, reminding himself that his only purpose is to keep his business running smoothly, nothing more.

Until he sees you, that is.

Mafia boss! Charlie who meets you out on a grocery run one day. Your interaction is nothing special, at least to you, but Charlie can't help but marvel at how easily you make conversation with him while ringing up his items, how seemingly unfazed you are by his snappy attitude and unapproachable appearance. It's been a long, long time since he's met anyone unafraid of him, and those people are usually rivals who are too cocky for their own good. So this, this is new. He knows it's stupid, he knows that your tiny interaction shouldn't have mattered much to someone like him, but he can't help but feel giddy about the connection he's sure he felt.

Mafia boss! Charlie who, against his better judgment, wastes no time in trying to find out who you are. It's not hard, he has an entire organization full of trained trackers, stalkers, and informants at his disposal, and by the end of the day, he has your full name, address, social media accounts, family tree, medical records, and much more safely in his welcoming hands. He knows this is a bit overkill considering he only met you today and your interaction lasted five minutes at most, but now that he has a taste of real human interaction, he's addicted. He needs more.

Mafia boss! Charlie who quickly becomes awestruck and obsessed with you. His whole life, he's been surrounded by the craftiest, cruelest. most violent people imaginable, so to see someone, especially someone as precious as you, live a completely normal life, naive to the dangers he faces everyday? It's captivating! Of course, he can't follow you all day, he is a mafia boss after all, but he has enough people following you around and recording your every move that he doesn't need to! He's never been happier to be who his is than now.

Mafia boss! Charlie who thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world. You're a sweet little thing, too gentle and too unaware of the dangers around you for your own good. He loves everything about you, no matter how weird or embarrassing. He's content to watch you carefully for a couple months, but as time goes on, his need to feel our touch, to talk to you, to see you face to face is too much. He needs you. He needs you NOW. It doesn't help that you're so vulnerable and weak compared to him, with no knowledge of weaponry or stealth to keep you safe. What if someone were to try and hurt you? Of course, his goons wouldn't let that happen, not if they wanted to keep their organs, but he would feel so much better if he could keep an eye on you personally. Not to mention, every mafia boss needs a spouse, and some of his higher ranking associates have been hinting that it's about time he found someone...

Mafia boss! Charlie who immediately starts planning your "transfer" to his house, meticulously drafting out every last detail to secure your safety. He chooses his best, most skilled employees to carry out his plan, only the best for his darling, and sends them out to bring you "home". That day you come home from work, completely unaware of the people in your apartment, completely unaware of the sleeping pills dumped into your water while you weren't looking.

Mafia boss! Charlie who's ecstatic to finally have you with him, to finally have someone to hold, to talk to, to love. He brings your unconscious body to your new room, laying you softly on the bed while instructing his employees to pack up all your belongings and bring them to him. He doesn't tie you down or chain you up, he has enough security measures in place to make sure you won't be able to escape. You won't even be able to leave your room without him being notified.

Mafia boss! Charlie who watches the camera in your room as you wake up for the first time in your new home, confused and disoriented. All of your stuff is here, but this is NOT your apartment. Where are you? He watches as you start to freak out, guilt flashing through him for the first time in his life. He doesn't want you to be scared, he just wants to keep you safe!

Mafia boss! Charlie who sends one of his gentler employees into your room to explain everything, too afraid of scaring you even further by showing up himself. He waits a few days before revealing himself to you, when your terror has calmed down and you've become more familiar with your surroundings. He kind of just stands there, unable to formulate a sentence, which is extremely unnerving to you. You've been told you're to be married to a highly respected and violent mafia boss, and here he is, just...staring. When he opens his mouth to speak, your surprised at how soft his voice is, calmly explaining to you that you're safe, you won't be hurt. He reaches out his hand to touch you, but recoils when you flinch, not wanting to push you.

Mafia boss! Charlie who does everything he can to make you more comfortable and less afraid of him, getting you anything and everything you've ever shown interest in, giving you as much space as you need, and letting roam the rather large house freely. All you can't do is leave. He doesn't understand why you're still so scared, sure he's a criminal, but he promised he would never hurt you!

Mafia boss! Charlie who gets more desperate for your love as time goes on. He starts appearing in whatever room your in, softly talking to you about his day or about whatever you're doing, trying to get you to be more comfortable with him. Once you've gotten used to that, he starting slowly initiating physical contact, holding you in his arms like he's never going to let you go (because he won't). He tried his hardest not to push your boundaries, but eventually his need to be near you becomes too great. Rest assured though, he would never, ever dream of hurting you or purposely scaring you.

Mafia boss! Charlie who can't get enough of the feeling of your skin on his. He starts hugging/cuddling you whenever he can, holding you like you'll break if he presses too hard. He's always near you, cuddling up to you while telling you about how much he loves you, adoration shining in his eyes. He's the clingiest at night though, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you fall asleep, him watching over you until he succumbs to his own tiredness. And his kisses? They are the softest, fluffiest thing you've ever felt. He cannot get enough of your lips, and he always kisses you passionately, like you'll disappear once he separates from you. With how loving and gentle he is, it doesn't take long for you to start loving him back.

Mafia boss! Charlie who starts giving you more privileges the farther you fall into stockholm. He'll even start taking you out in public on dates once he thinks there's no chance of you trying to escape him. He'd be able to find you if you did, he has many, many connections, but he trusts you won't. He loves going out with you and doing normal, coupley things with you, it's a nice break from his usual, violent life.

Mafia boss! Charlie who is insanely protective of you, never leaving you alone in a room with anyone except for himself. He knows how dangerous it is to be associated with him and now that he has you, he refuses to let anything happen to you. Any rival who attempts to hurt, kill, or kidnap you is met with Charlie himself, who enacts the most brutal, torturous death he can possibly think of on them. Nobody will come close to hurting you, he'll make sure of it. But no matter what happens, he'll always make sure you're far, far away from the violence. He never wants to subject you to the horrors he's seen (and done).

Mafia boss! Charlie who feels awful the first time you hear him raise his voice. It wasn't at you of course, he would never, ever think of yelling at his darling, you just happened to be in the room when he was meeting with one of his associates. It's scary seeing him yell, threatening brutal acts of violence on his own employee, and for the first time you realize how different he is with others than he is with you. He's quick to shut the meeting down once he realizes you're there, spending the rest of the night apologizing to you and assuring you he would never speak to you like that. This'll be the first time he truly opens up about what his job is like and why he has to be as cruel as he is, trying to help you understand why he behaved the way he did. It's difficult for him to make himself vulnerable, but he'd gladly to it if it meant easing your mind. From then on, he makes absolute sure you aren't around whenever he has to take care of business. He refuses to let you see him like that ever again.

Mafia boss! Charlie who never lets you forget how much he needs you in his life. You're the only thing keeping him from devolving into insanity, he wouldn't know how to handle himself if you were gone. He'll give you everything and anything if you listen to him and stay by his side, so please... please don't try to leave him.

Not that you would be able to, anyway.

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ariasdistress · 1 year

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sweet girls love sweet coffee.

pairing: bimbo!fem reader x stalker!tyler

warnings: heavy nsfw, stalking, dubcon, all around mature themes

word count: 841

୨ part 1 ୧

you were new to town yet the weathervane seemed familiar. surrounded by an all encompassing feeling of comfort - maybe it was the aroma of coffee in the air or the knowledge that the cafe resided in a tiny town on the outskirts of jericho. in your mind, it was nothing short of intimate.

but little did you know, while you were admiring the scene outside, the tall male behind the counter was admiring you.

for tyler, a light crush quickly turned darker.. his world tilted on it's axis when you floated in. midday, mindless and dazed. your head was buried in a copy of metamorphosis with dark locks framing your face, heels clicking together as you wandered over to the counter.

you scrunched your eyebrows together before turning the page. tyler smiled to himself as he found your expression adorable - ‘bookworm barbie’ the thought amused him, only to look up and find you squinting at the menu.

almond shaped eyes scanned the variety of drinks above tyler’s head through wispy lashes. your plump lips looked bitten and rosy while you lifted your dark cherry red nails to play with the soft curled hair framing your face perfectly. the male in front of you was more than mesmerised.

“our drink of the day is a peach green tea lemonade” tyler flashed a smile, unconsciously intent to hear your voice.

“huh? oh.. um i forgot my glasses haha..”, you sounded apologetic almost. your voice raspy and laced with femininity.

his eyes creeped down a little. he knew you weren’t here to be ogled but that lacy black bra - peeking under that low cut daisy dress of yours was making it hard for him.

examining your body lower, lewd thoughts ran berserk through his head. what if he ripped off that tiny dress with his rough pale hands, making a mess of you. he wanted to hear your enchanting voice call his name like a prayer as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

“sorry.. i’ll just grab a cookie.” to him, you didn’t dress nor look like the typical sheepish nymph. however your actions were good-natured despite your dark almost promiscuous demeanour. as if you didn’t want to be known as a good girl.

day by day, you came in more and more - tyler knew the coffee was better because he made sure it was. purchasing the best coffee grain in the area so his book obsessed doll would come back, and like fate you did.

little by little, tyler started obsessively fixating over you. small things such as remembering your favourite order turned into putting a mini tracker in your drink. now knowing you two live close turned into lurking outside your apartment after your classes.

as if it was for him, you always took a shower after class getting out with only a tiny towel covering around your dainty frame, you always forgot to close the curtains.

‘naive little bimbo, doesn’t even know i’m watching.’ your phone fell from your hands as you bent over, light pink panties exposed. unbeknownst to you tyler was in a trance, hands ghosting over his zipper knowing only the glass separating the pair of you.

the tall male felt himself getting harder, his cock now pushing against his jeans. he palmed himself, eyes attached to the scene - your towel rising as you walked around innocently; your soft thighs and ass jiggling as you moved.

now leaning against the tree, tyler's cock used the friction of his jeans against his hand. a string of whispered profanities left his lips, feeling pre-cum dripping down his length. his eyes started darkening, following beads of water dripping down your chest.

the sun was setting - his green orbs stuck looking at your towel slipping slightly when you sat on your couch, achingly close to exposing your tits. he let out one last deep groan his eyelids fluttered as he finished. lowly chuckling at the mess you caused in his jeans, not even knowing you were being watched.

bambi eyes glanced up at tyler, “can i get a mocha frappé today ty” you dragged the end of his name, your voice was almost tempting. he scrambled shyly trying to make the drink as best he could. however, tyler was distracted, knowing the pretty face behind him was going to leave after this drink was made.

just then, an idea crept into his brain.

“hey i’m not a stalker or anything but i know you’re new to town” he spoke, the sentiment almost comical to him.

“do you have a job yet y/n? we’re hiring here” gently handing you the drink, extra sweetness lacing his voice.

“haha don’t worry you’re not creepy ty! sure i’d love to work here!” tyler displayed a lovable grin. A part of him found it cute, how unconscious you were to his constant stalking and the other part of him wanted to yell in celebration.

his precious doll couldn't leave him now, you had to be with the perverted male everyday. tyler was giddy just thinking about the opportunities to touch, feel, be anywhere near you being infinite. if a heaven existed to him, it would be this.

author’s notes: hi this is my favourite concept yet, i really like the dynamic of doting boss x reader, i also fucking love stalkers so you get this conglomerate fic.. hope everyone enjoys! i’ll be posting part 2 soon.. thank you for reading! aria. ᥫ᭡

#tyler galpin #wednesday #wednesday tyler #dark fic #dark!tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x reader #wednesday 2022 #wednesday smut #stalking #stalking fantasy #tyler galpin smut #tyler galpin fanfic #tyler galpin imagine #dark fanfiction #tyler galpin x you #tyler galpin x y/n

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accio-victuuri · 6 months

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I usually see posts on weibo including Yibo, a comparison with people his age or like the 95+ group in terms of fan engagement and likes on certain posts. Why WYB seem to not be the leading in numbers on that area. The easy ( and somewhat harsh maybe ) explanation would be — all these people have are likes and online engagement but no actual talent or award nominations/wins to be called an actor. being a celebrity is what they are. a celebrity actor if you will. an idol actor. there is nothing wrong with that. a lot of c-ent personalities go this route, even wyb started as an “idol actor” but the difference is, he is not contented in staying that way.

I also read a post that went like this:

It would be strange if fans don’t leave. He is famously not fond of business, and his account number is equal to that of an advertising blogger. There is almost no fan interaction, he only has fans who love him for years and this is not enough to last forever. Now that he is filming a movie, he will disappear easily. He used to send WB frequently. In a few selfies, his face was even covered up.

Then it goes on to say how this is basically not sustainable and fans will want something in return to stay.

Right from the get go, the person who posted this already answered their own “question”: He is famously not fond of business. Meaning, WYB is already known to keep a clear line between him and fans. He appreciates his fans and those who support his work ( clear example is his interactions during movie roadshows ) but most of those going into the fandom already know that about him. A lot of us are even attracted to him because of it.

Not to mention he has challenges with security, even if he always has 1 or 2 bodyguards always with him. He still gets trackers placed in his car, stalker harassing him on the plane, people touching him etc and you all wonder why he isn’t enthusiastic about sharing personal things 👁️👄👁️

This obsession of wanting to know everything about someone and needing celebrities to share their life like some influencer is gonna get old real soon. It’s actually what’s not sustainable — especially if you want to be a serious actor loved by the general public. You can’t share too much. You have to keep a certain mystery. What people should focus on is the movie and your acting, and not your personal life. Yibo understands that. The shift is so obvious and I get it if some fans don’t agree, but I love it. I have always been vocal with my support in Yibo’s acting career track. I miss random douyin posts and other things but I understand that keeping that limited is better for him. If that’s what gives him some sense of peace and privacy, then I’m okay with that. Plus there is a thing called over exposure — so yeah. Being on hot search daily isn’t a good thing like people make it out to be. If being on HS @ weibo is all a fandom and a celebrity aims for, then go ahead. Yibo is not the same. I’m not even gonna talk about how many of those fan engagement are real and not a water army.

Anyway, he really has to do things differently if he wants better results ( be nominated and win legitimate acting awards, not hand outs ) in his career. If he just goes with the blueprint, then he will end up in the same way as other c-ent celebrities. Bloggers who post stuff like what I shared don’t get it. Yibo is an anomaly in the industry. People fear and reject things they don’t understand. They can’t figure him out, he keeps on going against the trend. As a fan, that’s what is exciting. Yibo is making a path of his own and i’m here for it. ✌🏼

#wang yibo #another day another yibo stanning post from me #and this is from someone who also is not fond of posting on my personal social media account for the past years #yibo is the benchmark 😌😌😌#THE EVOLUTION OF WANG YIBO ☺️☺️☺️

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random-thot-generator · 10 months

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Love Thy Frenemy + Ch. 6

(Frenemies/ Tenderness AU)

SIX: A Terrible Thing to Bear

SIMON GHOST RILEY x FRENEMY FEM READER

Summary: Simon has compromised his own morals in his quest to discover who your secret lover is, but what he discovers is nothing compared to what he imagined. Tempers flare and harsh words are exchanged as the ugly truths you both have kept hidden come to light.

Warnings/Tags: Profanity, Angst, Hurt/No comfort - not yet anyway, Mentions of sex trade/prostitution, Obsessive/Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Simon is being stalker-ish, No use of Y/N

(Notes: This is a rough chapter, y’all. Simon does some questionable things, so fair warning. He’s allowed his obsession with this supposed lover of Reader’s to warp his perception of right and wrong, and his decisions reflect that. While I don’t condone this type of behavior, and I’m not trying to romanticize it at all, I still felt like it was in character with Simon and how he would cope with the situation, treating it like a mission to complete.)

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Word Count: 3350

Chapter 6

“Remorse is a terrible thing to bear, Pam, one of the worst of all punishments in this life. To wish undone something you have done, to wish you could look back on kindness to someone you love, instead of on unkindness - that is a very terrible thing.”

― Enid Blyton, House at the Corner

It felt like a betrayal of trust, what he was doing.

If he had allowed himself to think about it, maybe he would have acknowledged that, yes, it absolutely was a betrayal. However, Simon was in no mood to be swayed from his mission, not even by his own conscience. Even so, his moral compass had taken a severe hit this past week.

He had stolen your phone.

He had every intention of giving it back, he just needed to ‘borrow’ it for a few hours. Still, he felt like a right sorry bastard, having to witness how upset you were over its loss. He consoled himself with the knowledge that your small grief was only temporary and was ultimately for a good cause. If that useless tosser you were seeing wasn’t going to take care of you properly, then Simon needed to intervene. He was doing this for you, he told himself.

Funny, that he had to keep reminding himself of that.

The first order of business was to be able to track you once you left Banfield, thus his reason for stealing your phone. He drove the two hours to base, your cell phone weighing like a stone in his pocket, then handed it over to one of the lab rats in the tech department.

“Need t’be able to trace this long range,” he’d told the tech, handing over your phone.

“Anything else?” the tech asked expectantly.

Putting a tracker on your phone was bad enough. Simon shook his head. “Nah. That’ll do. Need it ASAP.”

The tech looked the cell over and shrugged. “Won’t take long. Are you sure you don’t need access to anything else, though? I can get you detailed logs of calls, texts, search history, locations—”

“Locations?” Simon interrupted. Now, that he would allow. “Can you pinpoint where they were last Sunday?”

The tech nodded, a rather smug expression on his face as he tilted his nose up in the air. “Well, I can tell you where the phone was... approximately.” He took the phone back to his terminal and hooked it up to his computer, then began typing. He hacked into it within minutes, your personal data scrolling down the computer screen. “Alright then, let’s see where you’ve been..." he mumbled to himself. Scrolling down the screen, he paused to ask, "Last Sunday, did you say?”

“Yeah,” Simon muttered, his large frame leaning over the shoulder of the smaller man, eager to see what he’d find.

"Time stamp?"

Simon erred on the side of caution. "Hm, let's say... 0900. They would have been traveling that morning. I need to know where they went."

The tech gave a quick nod. He scrolled for a few more seconds, his brows furrowing. “Huh. Bit of a rough borough,” he muttered. He glanced over his shoulder at Simon, his neck craned. “Judging by the pings, it looks like your target took the overtrain to Hackney last Sunday.”

“Hackney?!” Simon barked, making the tech jump in surprise. ”Where in Hackney?” he demanded.

The tech pushed his glasses back up his nose, blinking up at Simon’s skull mask with an owlish expression. He quickly turned back to the keyboard.

“I can’t pinpoint a specific location, like an address," he warned, fingers dancing over the keys, "but I can narrow it down to a general area." He began to scroll down through more data displayed on the screen and then moved to the side, pointing at the log.

“Your target reached their destination around eleven Sunday morning. They were stationary for about six hours at a location in Shoreditch. Looks like they were somewhere around the party block.” When Simon gave him a quizzical look, he explained. “Lot of clubs in that area. You know, dance clubs, strip clubs, bars and the like.” He peered up at Simon with a leering little smirk. “Your target isn’t a waitress or a stripper, is she? If she’s got some hot selfies. I could forward ‘em to ya,” he suggested, raising his eyebrows as he waggled your phone back and forth.

Anger, swift as a brush fire, swept through Simon in a flaming rush. The thought of this pervy little creeper going through your photos infuriated him. He yanked the phone away, laying it back on the desk before jabbing a finger into the tech’s boney shoulder. “Jus’ get the bloody tracker operational, then delete everything ya downloaded off that phone. All of it. Understood?”

The tech, realizing his mistake too late, gave a jerky nod as he scrambled to do as Simon commanded, shooting a nervous glance over his shoulder. Once the tracker was installed and activated on your phone, the tech disconnected it and deleted all your data from the system. Tapping the delete button on the last file, he proclaimed it, “Done and done,” with an air of smug bravado.

Simon eyed the younger man. There was just something about this weaselly little punter that didn’t sit right with him. He leaned down close to the tech’s face, skull mask close enough to brush his cheek. "Just a warnin', lad. If ya try t'pull a fast one, an' I find out ya kept, say, the file wif her pictures, I'll be back t'visit ya, an’ I won’t be as pleasant as I was this time.” He drew back to stare into his eyes. “We on the same page, mate?"

The terrified tech gulped, the knuckle of his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his scrawny neck. "Y-Yes, sir," he breathed out in a quavering voice.

Simon straightened and clapped a big hand on the tech’s shoulder. "Good lad," he growled, squeezing his hand tight enough to make the young man's eyes widen in pain and panic. "Now get the receiver for the tracker goin’. I got places t’be."

The tech set to work with trembling hands, back spacing several times while typing to correct mistakes made with his nervous fingers. Finally, he managed to program a receiver and synced it to your cell phone, double-checking it before he passed it to the glowering lieutenant.

“S-Sorry about earlier, sir. I meant no offense,” he apologized, holding your phone out in offering.

Simon sneered at the tech as he snatched your cell phone from his hand and stalked out of the room without another word, absolutely seething with rage. However, he wasn't as angry at the little knob he'd just threatened as he was at you.

What the bloody hell were you doing in Shoreditch? It had one of the highest crime rates in London, and you were just traipsing around the bloody place? His worries increased tenfold at the thought of you walking the streets there after dark, sitting alone and exposed at some inner-city bus stop like a piece of ripe fruit for some low-life to pick at their leisure. Did that bastard you were seeing at least walk you to your stop, make sure you got on the bus safe?

Simon grunted. Probably not. The fact that it was you putting forth all the effort and taking the risks hadn’t escaped him. Fuckin’ minger didn’t give a shite about you. Simon would never let you go somewhere like Shoreditch alone, and he sure as hell wouldn’t let you walk the streets alone at night. Just the thought of it made him feel sick.

His stomach was tied in knots by the time he made it back to his truck and set out for Banfield once more.

It was a long drive home.

Sunday...

The train to Hackney came to a halt with a squeal of brakes and a loud hiss. When the automatic doors opened, you quickly stepped out and made your way through the terminal to the main street beyond. You kept your head down, not making eye contact with anyone. Huddling inside your da’s old army jacket, you took a seat on the bench at the bus stop and waited for the bus to Shoreditch.

You didn’t pay any mind to the dark sedan that pulled to the curb across and further up the street, didn’t notice the large silhouette of a man sitting behind the wheel. You kept your eyes straight ahead and pointed down at the grimy sidewalk.

Simon slouched in his seat, the receiver blinking rapidly beside him. He checked his rental car’s mirrors before focusing on you again, taking in your stony expression. At least you knew not to engage with people, stay to yourself. He made a mental note to ask if you carried anything for protection, pepper spray or a knife. Not that those would do much good against some chav with a gun. He gritted his teeth and gripped the wheel.

Your bus arrived and you climbed aboard, taking a seat near the back. Simon waited until it was further up the block but still easily within sight before pulling out to follow. He wasn’t worried about losing track of you now, but he still felt the need to stay close, just in case.

With each stop, Simon tensed, waiting for you to rise and disembark, thinking your secret lover must live in one of the residential buildings that crowded the streets, yet it wasn’t until the bus reached a narrow street lined with shuttered businesses― bars, clubs and cheap eateries mostly, that you stepped off the bus. He pulled to the curb again to watch but felt his heart rate tick up when you turned and began walking in his direction.

“Fuck,” he hissed, trying to slouch in the seat and make himself less visible.

Just before you reached his vehicle, you stopped before a shuttered store front, the facade painted an ugly, lurid rust red, its corrugated shutter a flat black and littered with graffiti. You raised your fist and banged on the shutter, keeping a wary eye out as you waited. A door to the side of the shutter swung open, an older, balding man poking his head out and motioning for you to come inside.

Simon watched you step through the door, disappearing from sight, his eyes travelling up to the name of the establishment printed on the sign above in bold, white letters. ‘The Grind’, it read and below that in a smaller font, ‘Gentleman’s Club’.

“What the bloody fuckin’ hell?” he snarled.

You had just entered a strip club.

You stood in the back near the dressing rooms, a mop bucket filling with water from a tap low on the wall. A cleaning trolley sat nearby, loaded down with everything you’d need. Your boss, Murray, was standing on the other side of the tap, his paunchy frame leaned against the bare brick wall as he tapped away at his phone. He glanced up at you as you shut off the tap and dunked the mop in the bucket.

“Be sure an’ give the private rooms a deep clean. Had a good night last night. The lads kept the girls busy,” he said with a leering smirk.

You tried to hide your disgust at the insinuation. Murray’s ‘girls’ were allowed to supplement their incomes by servicing the club’s clientele with sexual favors. He was little better than a street pimp, taking a cut of their profits for himself in exchange for a safe place to conduct their business. He had cameras hid in the private rooms to make sure none of the dancers shafted him, always keeping a sharp eye on his ‘investments’, as he called them.

If not for the fact he paid you so well, you wouldn’t be caught dead around a dive like this, wouldn’t ever bother to come to Shoreditch or Hackney at all. After moving away from this crime-infested area, you never wanted to return, but your financial situation demanded it. If it wasn’t for this job, you would have to work another part-time job when you weren’t on shift at the pub. Ollie paid you a fair wage, but it wasn’t enough to cover all your living expenses.

Picking up the jug of industrial cleaner from the cart, you poured a measure of it into the bucket of water, wrinkling your nose at its caustic smell. You had no doubt that this is what was damaging your hands. “Hey, Mur. Do ya think you could switch cleaners? This stuff is so strong it takes the skin off my hands.”

Murray shook his head. “That stuff kills everything. No matter what these filthy mingers bring in here, tha’ stuff will take care of it. Just― double up on the gloves ‘r somethin’,” he said over his shoulder as he headed back towards his office.

Arsehole, you thought, scowling after him. You’d have to try and hide your hands from Riley tonight. He’d be checking on them now and would fuss, you knew, no doubt asking more questions. You grimaced at the thought.

You didn’t like dodging his questions and skirting around the truth, but he just wouldn’t leave it alone, and it was getting kind of annoying. You appreciated that he was concerned about your welfare, but he was toeing the line of your personal boundaries, trying to make something his business that simply wasn’t.

You could admit that most of your hesitance to come clean with him was due to your own embarrassment. You were being paid to deep clean what was essentially a brothel. You were paid well for it, sure— well, you were paid hansdomely for your discretion also— but who would want to admit they earned their paycheck tossing out bin bags of used condoms and scrubbing sex rooms clean for a living? You could just picture the look of disgust on Riley’s face if he ever found out.

You blew out a frustrated breath. This whole situation was wearing thin on your patience. You needed to get started, otherwise you risked missing your bus back to the train station later, and you didn’t want to be in Shoreditch after dark, if you could help it. Deciding to start with the trash, first, you grabbed the roll of bin bags from the cart and set off for the private rooms.

Simon strolled past the Grind’s entrance for the third time, eyes darting around beneath the hood of his sweatshirt as he eyed the security camera over the door. He’d spotted others while casing the building, all of them unfortunately operational, save one. It was located at the side emergency exit above the door, lifeless, its red light dead.

It was his best hope of entry, but it was far from optimal. The alleyway was wide to allow vehicle access, so it was kept clear with few places to hide, far more exposed than he would have liked. He had also checked the emergency door during his first recon of the building, only to find that it was alarmed and locked tight. It wasn’t impregnable, he could still get in, but he would need to bypass the alarm as well as pick the locks, which would take time, and he would need to do all this without being spotted.

It was a recipe for disaster, he knew, his chances of being caught by some random pedestrian high. He was dressed casually, and he’d chosen to wear his surgical mask to draw less attention, but his size was an issue; his large, towering frame drew the curious glances of those he passed. Add that to being dressed in dark clothes and masked, if he was spotted loitering about the exit for too long, someone was bound to report him.

He needed a better look at the alarm and the locks to give him an idea of what this risky endeavor would entail. Turning down the alleyway once more, he kept a leisurely pace, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, seemingly relaxed, just a guy taking a shortcut to get to the next street over. His eyes shifted as he came even with the door, his steps slowing just a fraction, all attention focused on the locks.

He wasn’t expecting the door to suddenly burst open, and he startled, his body turning to face the door head-on. His eyes went wide when you came pushing out the door, hands full of bin bags. Your head shot up at the scuffing sound of his boots on the pavement, startled yourself, your mouth falling open to gasp as your eyes went wide in surprise.

“Riley?!”

Simon felt like a deer in headlights. You’d caught him red handed, nosing around, and only then did he consider how bad this must look. He could already tell by the way you were looking at him that he was about to catch all sorts of hell, so he acted accordingly.

Squaring off as he scowled at you, he growled, “The fuck is this, Dee? You an’ me are goin’ t’have a talk!”

“Oh, you fuckin’ bet we are!” you snapped back, flinging the bin bags down as you marched towards. him. You jabbed your finger at him as you gave him a baleful look. “You followed me,” you accused, voice low and angry. “You just couldn’t stand not knowing, could ya? You just had to know, so you followed me here, doggin’ my steps like some bloody’ creeper.” You glared at him, mouth pinching up in anger. “I am so fucking pissed at you, right now.”

Feeling defensive and irrationally betrayed, he glared at you, speaking in a venomous tone. “Don’t give a fuck how pissed ya are,” he huffed, then scoffed at your shocked expression. “So, this is yer big secret? Ya give lap dances to dirty old pervs to pay yer rent?”

You wouldn’t have been more shocked if he had slapped you across the face. He’d said plenty of mean things to you in the past when the two of you argued, but he had never been cruel to you like this. Never. Pain as sharp as a dagger pierced your heart, but quickly morphed into fury. A thunderous look darkened your expression. Before you knew what you were about, you planted your hands on his chest and shoved him, hard. It caught him off guard enough that he staggered a step back, eyes going wide in surprise.

“Don’t you ever speak to me like that again!” you snarled, stepping away. “Better yet, don’t fuckin’ speak to me at all.” You spun on your heel and went back to the door, only then noticing it had closed behind you. You were locked out. Growling in frustration and on the verge of tears, you curled your hands into fists and began marching stiffly towards the street exit. You’d have to get Murray to let you back in.

Simon came around you and blocked your way, his eyes full of rage until he saw the expression on your face. Tears were threatening to spill, hurt sharp and bright in your eyes. “Doll, listen. I―”

“I trusted you. You were supposed to be my friend.” Your breath hitched, and a tear rolled down your face. You gave a furious shake of your head when he opened his mouth and hurried to step around him. You couldn’t do this anymore.

“Doll, wait!” he called after you, but you shook your head and walked faster.

“Don’t, Riley. Just...leave me alone.” Your voice wavered on the last word, and you broke into a jog, hurrying around the corner and out of sight.

Simon stared after you, the reality of what he’d just done, what he’d just said to you, settling in his chest like cold lead, his heart crushed beneath the weight of his own remorse.

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semisgroupie · 3 days

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fan-clan-fun · 5 months

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Unique Role Names

I have a fanclan called SaguaroClan. Their territory is set in the deserts/mesas of Mexico. I'm looking for some names ideas for roles. The ones I have now are pretty basic and boring.

Currently, the roles are:

Hunters - primarily hunters for the clan, skilled in combat, defenders of the Clan

Trackers - cats who patrol the territory identifying threats and reporting back to the Leader about what's going on in the territory

Foragers - knowledge of herbs and healing, caretakers of the Clan, keeping everyone healthy

This Clan doesn't believe in StarClan & has no knowledge of StarClan.

Sometimes, simplicity is helpful, and honestly these names sound lovely! However, I can offer you some options!

Hunters- Stalkers, Providers

Trackers- Scouts, Guardians, Protectors

Foragers- Healers or Herbalists

Now if you want names themed specifically to your clan? I can indulge in some ideas for that too.

Hunters- I sat for a while to try and think of something more specific. Best I can do is Branches? The branches reaching out to the sun, to provide food and sustenance to the clan.

Trackers- Thorns: just like the thorns or spines of cacti, these cats protect their clan, get stuck under the skin of their enemies and seek to drive off trouble.

Foragers- Roots: just like the roots of trees and plants and cacti, these cats spread out in search of resources, being the lifeblood and healing to the clan

Not sure how helpful this was! But maybe this can spark some inspiration for you!

#warrior cats #non-canon clans #warriorsworldbuilding

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felidacy · 7 months

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Vampire!Tim but make it Metahuman and more horror

For Context: Always wanted my own spin on Metahuman Tim and I got this idea when I watched an Iron Lung trailer edit on repeat. I loved the scene and I immediately began daydreaming about Tim. Apparently I like Blood way too much. Along with a very unhinged Tim that comes across as some eldritch horror to anyone but his family. (Okay including them too at first)

Background Information

Tim has always been a little bit of a freak. He is a born stalker who witnessed deaths before when he was just a toddler and seemingly was not traumatised by the Flying Graysons deaths. He is also too smart for his own good when he figures out who Batman & Robin are. Yet Tim is also so unbelievably dense. He runs after the two vigilantes on a regular basis since he is nine even though he lives in Gotham; the personification of purgatory as a city.

Having the survival skill of a wet paper bag since young is one thing, but years later down the line getting involved with the Wayne family -most importantly THE Batman who does not wish for Metahumans in his city- and yet neglecting to tell anyone about the fact that he is in actuality a Metahuman is another. When Tim started out as Robin he purposefully did anything possible to alter his folder on the Batcomputer until he realised that Bruce was so far gone in his head that he didn't even seem to care. He didn't care a whole lot about Tim in any way beyond training him. So even though people will find it ridiculous, he just forgot that nobody knew. In his opinion it wasn't lying if he just never talked about it.

(It did in fact still count as dishonesty)

Maybe he would have considered being more upfront about it if things didn't escalate and before Tim knew it he was estranged from his family. Tim always had unusual relationships with family and while it did hurt him, he accepted the terms and learned to live with it. His family? Well after a while they did realise that something was messed up when they were for once forced into some therapy -shocker! Were they forced to? Yes. Does it have much success? Only a little because its the Batfamily after all. It is enough however that they realise Tim hasn't checked in for multiple days and that his tracker shows he is still at home.

(The fact that Tim didn't think of the Manor as home or even visited in the last few months was a very sobering realisation.)

The scene

The Batfamily breaks into the Nest and search in every Nook and Crannies for Tim, but don't find him until they come across a secret door. It is not the same one to his own personal cave for the vigilante work, but a creaky staircase that is barely lit that goes on for far too long to be still above ground. The air is feeling heavier when it opens up into a big room, which much like the way down does not possess many lights. Quickly they realise that those who are there however point all into one direction. In the middle of the dark room is a pool; filled with the dark red substance that they soon recognise as none other than blood. In various states of shock and disgust they call out for blood.

They aren't prepared for the blood to move, it ripples as a figure emerges out of nowhere from the pool. Blood is coated on their whole body with not a single place of skin or clothes left unstained. It is cascading down the limbs when the figure pushes their frazzled hair back as if the blood is a mere annoyance and locks eyes with the people in front with an unimpressed stare.

The consequences of Tim not being truthful come to bite him into his ass at the worst time when he just wanted to work on a case and now there was his family that saw him bathe in a pool of blood.

Everyone needs some more therapy after witnessing that horror show that Tim calls his enrichment time.

Meta-abilities

Tim can use blood to look through memories of the people it belonged to. Tim is a practical person and as such he started collecting blood from various people. Only in small doses. Or more, with some. Depending on the person and how vicious he felt that day. He uses it for casework, stalking or blackmail, because frankly Tim doesn't understand why they shouldn't go just as low as the rogues if it prevents innocent people getting hurt. Tim learns that the blood can only show him memories from the past upon obtaining it however, which is why he ends up taking more and more blood from various people. In their line of work people don't suspect a small pinch in their finger as he learned.

It is only reasonable that after many years he can't possibly keep hiding all the vials of blood. Under the excuse of emancipation and with the help of estrangement with his family, he creates his own base of operation and far below in the earth he builds a pool that he fills with blood. Tim is not an organised person and by no means neat, as such he sees nothing wrong with using a pool made of blood and dipping into it if he needs additional help. (He finds that drinking blood has quite the strange effects on his body. Beyond what it does to anyone. If it weren't for that he wouldn't mind drinking blood. He's done it for years after all) His mind is able to work through the maze of the memories to find what he is searching for. Additionally after many fails & trials he knows how to preserve and not waste the precious blood. Tim isn't stupid after all.

Working so frequently with blood is how he learns to expand his abilities. He has always been fond of experiments after all. That is how Tim learns he is also capable of communicating with the person the blood belonged to. Although it does seem to be freaky and seems to make people physically sick. His previous assassins team described it as if they could feel themselves rotting away from within. Tim took great offense at that and even though he likes to believe they weren't being serious, he does tend to avoid using it.

#batfamily #tim drake #slightly unhinged Tim Drake #metahuman Tim Drake #apparently I love thinking about blood powers #what does that say about me #tim drake is a little shit #the batfamily doesn’t know what to think #tim drake needs a hug probably #fuck that everyone does after witnessing the horror show of Tims bath time

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ystrike1 · 1 year

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I Mistook the Hidden Identity of the Sub Male Lead - By 시록보다푸른 (5/10)

This was a painful read. It's an otome isekai that would be better as a regular fantasy. Everything is vague, especially the magic, and everybody is our heroines best friend. The beginning, and the villains have promise, but that fizzles away.

Mayerie is a stalker. A teenage girl with delusions of grandeur. She wants to marry Duke Ellex, even though she's a daughter of a Viscount. That Viscount doesn't have alot of money. She falls into personal debt buying red gems that match his eyes.

She gets engaged in a stupid attempt to make him jealous AND her fiance turns out to be abusive. She continues to stalk Ellex, even though he's a rich man with powerful magic, until he has to threaten to kill her to keep her away.

We're supposed to think she's a loser....but....authors have to stop doing this to me...Mayerie would have been a great protagonist. Just imagine it. A dumb teenage girl stalks her crush until he snaps, and then she realizes he's human. She tries to give up on him. She stops spending money to impress him. Maybe she grows as a person and becomes a woman worthy of marrying a Duke?????

Doesn't that sound cooler than isekai again???

Anyway Mayerie is gone forever and we're stuck with a random Korean woman, who is completely fine with becoming Mayerie and living a more decent life. She's embarrassed by the things Mayerie did. She is still Mayerie. She has all of her memories, but now she knows she's in a book. She's a minor villain and she has to play nice to escape said role.

Ellex legitimately wishes she was dead. This is potentially interesting! The dark and powerful Duke Mayerie blindly loved is actually planning her untimely d....nevermind. This lasts ten chapters. Then she touches his arm and he notices she has divine powers that can save him from his magical madness.

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The love interest is the crazy and powerful Prince Grandiel. He uses his magic to change his appearance. He's secretly the head of an information guild, and he's a stone cold killer. He notices that Mayerie knows he's not an idiot prince with a stutter. Everybody underestimates him. His two disguises are perfect, and yet she saw through him. He decides to hire her as a maid, so he can use her to spy on his spoiled sister Stella.

Her touch magically makes his mind reading ability more powerful too.

That's...so boring. Mayerie had no such powers in the original plot.

Ellex is supposed to save and marry the beautiful Saint Radita. Radita has incredible holy power, but her noble blood is muddy, so she got abused. Radita and Ellex join together in a marriage of convenience...oh wait no they don't. Ellex touches Mayerie first, so he becomes obsessed with her.

Grandiel tells her to call him Diel. He puts a tracker on her and he begs her to never leave him daily. Mayerie begins serving Princess Stella, but poor Stella is just misunderstood. Mayerie eventually warms her thorny heart.

....boring...

Let me guess the actual villains are boring and generic random characters...

Radita becomes a maid with Mayerie. There's...basically no mention of her Saint powers after a certain point. It's....so...annoying. There are two men in need of a woman with divine powers. Grandiel and Ellex do not need to be so thirsty for Mayerie. Radita is nice too, and if controlling their magic is that important one of them should marry Radita...but that won't happen because we need a love triangle.

There's no strategy. There's no intrigue. Grandiel and Ellex just start following her around...even though they're supposed to be doing shit. Grandiel wants to be Emperor, but everybody still thinks he's a disabled invalid by chapter thirty???? Ellex needs to control his violent power...sure but he's got duties and Mayerie was his creepy stalker. He falls in love way too fast.

The art is painful. The magic powers are all ugly. They don't even have cool names. There are no cool poses. Everybody walks around like a stick figure, and the characters have bobble heads. The whole webtoon looks cheap.

This random panel of Grandiel in disguise is one of the best. That's sad. This author shot down their own unique ideas, and I hate that. Everybody has the same face too. It's jarring. I don't think this webtoon will make it to its mediocre ending.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #otome isekai #otome games #otome

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marveloustimestwo · 2 years

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Can I request a platonic yandere Bucky Barnes? Like just general headcannons on how he would act or be? Thank you!

Thanks for the request!

Warnings: Yandere themes, Bucky being a grade-a stalker (and has murdered some people for you)

Ooh, let's see.

I think that having Bucky as a platonic yandere would be like having a big brother or a fun uncle you're close to.

Except like any typical big brother/fun uncle, he's terribly overprotective and fully willing to kill for you.

Bucky isn't overprotective in the way that most platonic yanderes would be. He's not trying to lock you away just because somebody flirted with you or you scraped your knee from tripping.

Instead, he's one to stalk you heavily.

He's not good with modern technology, but he is good at adapting.

Most of the time, Bucky would prefer to follow you physically. It's easier when dealing with your safety. If you get put in a dangerous situation, he can get to you fast and protect you.

But Bucky also plants quite a few trackers and microphones on different objects of yours that you carry around often. Your phone, a bag, your wallet, etc.

He knows that a lot of a person's social interactions can occur online now. It is easier to talk, he can admit that, and Bucky also can admit it makes watching you easier too.

Tapping into your phone allows him to keep track of who you're talking to. who they are to you, and what they're saying to you at any given moment.

He's not about to limit your social interactions, though.

I've talked about this before with Bucky, but he's not the type of yandere to keep a tight leash on his darling. He has his own trauma from everything being taken away from him and being held captive for years, so doing that to someone he claims to love is not something that even crosses his mind.

Bucky will let you have a life outside of him. He won't kidnap you unless you're put in extreme danger. You can have friends, a job, you can go to school, and maybe even a romantic partner.

With that being said, he would kill anyone who ever put you in any type of danger.

To Bucky, danger can be a range of things.

Of course, someone actively threatening you is the easiest way to get on Bucky's list. He doesn't tolerate someone even saying that they're going to hurt you, much less actively trying to do so.

Danger can also include someone trying to hurt you mentally. Bullying you, damaging your reputation, etc.

These sorts of people won't be around for long after Bucky figures out what they've done to you, and he's very good at hiding what he does to them.

You'll never find out he does any of this. He's a very well-trained assassin, so he knows how to clean up after his messes.

To you, they'll just disappear from your life, lifting whatever burden they gave you off of your shoulders.

But besides stalking you and sometimes getting rid of a potential threat, Bucky's pretty great to have as a platonic yandere.

As I said, he allows you to have a social life. He can be a bit overprotective with your friends, and even worse with a potential romantic partner.

The minute you introduce them to him, Bucky's asking them questions with narrowed eyes, and you can bet your ass he's doing a background check on them later.

He might scare off a few people, but hey, he always gets you food, and he's always up for an all-night movie marathon (saying that his sleep schedule is already messed up.)

So long as you don't go looking into the deaths of some people or watch your back too closely, Bucky's just the tad bit (more than you know) overprotective brother/uncle.

And it's not like he'd let you figure that stuff out easily anyway.

#yandere #yandere bucky barnes #yandere winter soldier #yandere mcu #yandere marvel

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teecupangel · 9 months

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Hey, wanna read me defending myself in my plans to multiclass Desmond into a Rogue-Thief/Ranger-Gloom Stalker?

The thing about trying to play as Desmond in Baldur's Gate is that I'm forcing the narrative to work around my need to min-max in terms of classes allocation.

Narrative choices are easy because Desmond's more on the side of neutral good, sliding into true neutral with the whole 'stab them when it's clear they killed an innocent' guideline.

But the classes though... the thing about Assassins in Assassin's Creed is that they're not exactly a 1:1 of the Assassin subclass.

So my reasoning for the plan to multiclass Desmond into Rogue-Thief (4)/Ranger-Gloom Stalker(5) is...

Thief subclass is chosen because [Fast Hands] means +1 bonus action which would make it easier for Desmond to hide and/or dash/disengage. Hiding is the best way to get the Sneak Attack actions. [Second-Story Work] means less falling damage which could made into our narrative workaround for Leaps of Faith. Assassin subclass was passed over because Thief has more utility and Assassin is more combat oriented with focus on attacking targets that have not taken a turn yet. This could, narratively, be more or less the equivalent to the Hidden Blade's oneshot kills but it doesn't work because early level Rogue has a hard time oneshoting enemies at low level. Rogue will be leveled up to Lv4 so Desmond can get another Feat (Ability Improvement: Dex +2 to up it to 20)

Gloom Stalker Ranger is chosen because Favoured Enemy [Bounty Hunter] gives Investigation Proficiency and Natural Explorer [Urban Tracker] gives Sleight of Hand Proficiency. Narratively, Urban Tracker goes well with Desmond's background and his Bleeds are experts in the urban areas of their time. Anything that gives more Investigation Proficiency is good as part of Eagle Vision. Lv 2 will let us get Speak with Animals and Enhance Leap (Enhance Leap is pretty much necessary since Str is needed for jumping but Str is a dump stat for Rogues so yeah, we'll have Desmond cheat for this one). Lv 4 will let Desmond get Gloom Stalker subclass and automatically get Disguise Self which means we can put the Disguise Self helmet (I forgot the name) back to camp ([Dread Ambusher] is also more consistent than the Assassin subclass unique skills)

The reason why we're going for up to Lv 5 Gloom Stalker is that Desmond can get an Extra Attack + Misty Step at Lv 5 (and he can get Past without Trace as well for extra stealth)

This does leave 3 more levels to allocate and we have some options:

Rogue up to Lv 7 so Desmond can get Uncanny Dodge + Evasion and an additional 1d6 for Sneak Attack damage.

Ranger up to Lv8 so Desmond can get another feat (probably Dungeon Delver for Advantage on Perception and Saving Throws to avoid/resist traps or Savage Attacker if Desmond can now safely melee) and can get Land's Stride so he won't be slowed down by difficult terrain.

Rogue up to Lv 5 for Uncanny Dodge and an additional 1d6 for Sneak Attack damage + Ranger up to Lv 7 for an additional Lv2 Spell Slot.

Or... we go and lean into Desmond being a bartender and have him multiclass up to Lv3 Bard (or Lv2 Bard with Lv5 Rogue + Lv5 Ranger) so he can have more spells (probably Detect Thoughts and maybe something like Feather Fall? idk) or we go for Lv3 Druid (Wild Shape) as a reference to Tyranny of Washington DLC (which does have wolf and bear in the Circle of the Moon)

#desmond in faerun #where teecup shows how she normally plays rpg #look min-maxing is kinda a compulsion of mine #teecup plays as desmond in other games #just be happy i'm keeping everyone in their original class #except i changed shadowheart from trickery to light #because light is just much more tankier #and i need a tank

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litterallywtf · 2 years

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CW! Very brief mentions of weed! Like one sentence.

Lavender walked back to her room after taking in the situation as reality.

'Right, so I'm in yandere simulator, or at least a version of it, so I just have to figure out when I am, and what my living situation and social life are like in this reality.' She wanted to be sure that she didn't make a fool of herself, she over thought embarrassing situations the most.

'Maybe I should check my phone' Lavender thought, 'it should have the date and time, and I should have a contact list and gallery to go through.'

And so that's where she started. And that's all she needed.

"Holy shit I have like one friend here, and my only other contact is my papi" she mumbled under her breath.(Don't make this weird, I still call my dad papi.)

'And it looks like I'm not close to either of them.'

Normally this would make more extroverted people want to go and make more friends, or make introverted people feel either satisfied or lonely.

A smile crept onto her face, looking manic in the dim light of the morning sunrise.

But Lavender wasn't normal, and she didn't want normal things.

All this made Lavender feel was joy at what this meant.

1: She wouldn't make a fool of herself by having to adjust to a myriad of confusing friendships and trying to understand a history she supposedly had with people she had never even met before today.

2: She could cut that one friendship tie when she didn't need it anymore, making it so that she belonged fully to Ayano...Or Ayato, if that's the world she got put in.

Her gallery is what she deemed the most useful, as well as her notes app.

Her heart race picked up when she realized who was in the obviously stalkerish photos.

Ayano Aishi.

The photos were obviously not taken with consent, but they still managed to capture her full face and blank expression.

Her notes app contained Ayano's schedule. Not only her class schedule, but her daily routine, and any additional changes on different days.

Lavender's new body apparently kept tabs on the cute psycho.

'This stalker diary hasn't mentioned her following anyone, or her acting strangely.' That was good.

That meant she could test her theory; that anyone could be her 'special someone', and that it's all about time and place.

'Circumstance.'

She's pondered over this many times. About if it had to be Taro Yamada, or if it could have been any other character under different circumstances.

Lavender smiled to herself, seeing the date as 'Sunday, October 2'. 'So it's probably still 2022.'

She looks through the photos, her heart beating out of her chest at the thought of being wanted and loved so deeply. Of loving back just as much. She bites down on her lip, excited to see how far this new world would take her.

'Of course, if I'm right, I won't have to keep my controlling tendencies under wraps.'

This excited Lavender even more.

She's always been twisted like this, always wanting to have someone she can control and keep as hers.

She wants to dress her up, fluster her, make her jealous, and just generally toy with her. (To make sure she was her's, of course.)

"All mine.." She whispers to herself.

'It looks like I have a tracker on her, so I should be able to plan running into her.'

Lavender knew she would have to do this before Ayano ran into Yamada-san, but she had no way of knowing when that was, so she would do it as soon as physically possible.

Preferably Monday tomorrow.

'Do I have any homework to do?'

This thought comes to her so randomly it leaves her mental whiplash.

Panic takes over her mind, concerned with how similar other her was with her.

'Please don't be like me, please don't procrastinate until the last hour or less...'

Lavender opened her book bag, going through the folders for unfinished recently dated work.

"Nothing..whew." She would have freaked out so badly if there was still some home-work or project to be done.

'Wait..' Lavender turned towards the computer on the table in her room, a sense of dread overtaking her.

'Please don't have online essays or projects to do..'

She logged in, noting that her password and background to her computer are the same as before.

Lavender started looking for any websites or saved apps on her computer that looked school related, and to her mounting displeasure, she found multiple.

"Please don't have any work to do, please don't have any work to do!" She chanted under her breath.

There was work to do.

Three essays and four powerpoints.

What the actual fuck.

Tears of frustration started to form in Lavender's eyes.

"Why, why is other me so much like me?" She whispered in a betrayed tone of voice, so pathetic sounding you would have assumed this was a personal attack against her dead dog or something.

'But...' Lavender checked the time, it was still only a quarter after five in the morning. 'I have an entire day to do these, I can work on them later.' She foolishly assured herself.

And so, instead of spending her day being productive, Lavender spent her day looking through the photos and schedule of Ayano (Ayano-san, dammit! She still had to get used to that.), and planning her crash into love. ( Literally.)

By the time Lavender finally pulled herself away from her still amateur scheming, it was already nine thirty, leaving her with barely two and a half hours to complete and turn in every assignment she had procrastinated doing until now.

Lavender groaned, knowing she had to do this because she would break down at the sight of anything lower than a 'B' on her report card.

Lavender peeled herself off of the bed (so much comfier than her previous one despite looking the same), and cracked her knuckles in preperation to get these done just in time.

She let out a sigh, feeling ready for battle.

'Let's do this!'

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There was only two minutes left before she turned in the last project last night, and she knew she'd hate past her for procrastinating and going to bed so late.

And she did.

Hate her past self, that is.

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEEEEP* *BEEEEE-*

Lavender's hand slammed down on the alarm she didn't even fucking set.

Actually what the fuck.

Lavender had a massive headache from getting little to no sleep, but she was too used to it to really care. She just needed some food in her.

And after some very unnecessary grumbling, that's exactly what she got up to do.

After getting dressed and put together, that is. (Being dressed and getting your hair and make-up done is the first thing you should do in the morning, that way you can relax and take your time eating before you leave for school!)

Lavender's kitchen smelled heavenly when she entered, and for a second, she expected to see her big family (all four of her siblings, her papi, and her step-mom), all sitting around the table.

But when she entered, she remembered she wasn't home, she was home.

And instead, it was just her papi, with less tattoos( she guessed since her siblings and step mom weren't here, he didn't have the tattoos he got for them, just her and her mom's), and cooking a definitely not Japanese breakfast.

She guesses her papi was still fond of cooking whatever he wanted no matter the world.

Lavender decided to just treat him like she would her other papi any day.

"Good morning papi, is it your off day today?"

She was guessing that since she and her other self were so alike, she probably asked repetitive questions as well (she didn't understand the whole time thing, she lost track of it so easily), and that would mean she could ask as many questions as she wanted without being suspicious or just plain weird.

Her papi turned to look at her with a playful expression, and she could already see that he was in a good mood, which meant he was probably high like usual.

Which was good, he was in a terrible mood whenever he wasn't high off of weed.

"Oh, did my poor little Lavender forget what day it is?" He asked, looking like he did whenever he hit her with a water gun ( or nerf gun, or orbee gun).

Lavender pretended to think about it, wanting to seem as if she maybe didn't forget what day it was ( other her had left no indication to today being special, dammit why are they so alike!?).

"Iiiis it...your birthday, maybe?" She sounded as uncertain as she felt.

He looked both unimpressed and immensely amused at the same time.

He shook his head as he gathered the food onto two seperate plates and placed them infront of two seets on their table.

"Nooo, it's the day we go shopping for your Halloween costume after school today!" He said like he was telling a funny joke.

"Weren't you so excited to pick out your costume today?" He raised an eyebrow as she dug in like a starving animal.

Lavender nodded her head vigorously, noting that was another thing her other self had in common with her, they both loved picking out Halloween costumes.

"Also, don't make shrines in places where I can find them, it's really awkward to know my daughter stalks someone."

She choked on her food, hitting her chest as she started coughing.

Her papi handed her some water as he went on to continue to talk as if he didn't just casually bring up that other her had a SHRINE for/of Ayano.

"I don't really care that you're stalking someone, and i don't really want to know any more than I already know or have guessed, I'm just telling you to keep it in your room and not in the closet, okay?"

He winked.

That was a joke referring to her sexuality. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Maybe both.

"Right, sorry.." She looked into his eyes, seeing them sparkling mischievously. "Did you at least move it to my room for me?"

"Yeah, I didn't and still don't want to see it ever again."

Lavender was still on guard, he didn't seem like he was done messing with her just yet.

She might have to prepare for a water gun fight in a second.

He looked over her almost empty plate of food, and she was confident that he was going to try to take a piece off the plate he put together for her. But then he looked away from it like he decided on a whim not to, and she relaxed minutely.

"Soo.." He began, and now she didn't know what to expect next, they both said the most random shit all of the time.

"You're into the creepy ones, huh?"

Lavender felt a bit more at ease now, she had these kinds of conversations with her papi all of the time (and even weirder ones on a daily basis.)

[A.N. my papi literally just taught me how to kiss a boob, he demonstrated with the air]

She quickly finished her food in order to continue this conversation with enough time to get to school before Ayano and plan their meeting (run-in, more like).

Lavender glanced at her phone, checking if Ayano had left the house or not.

Ayano was leaving the house as she checked her phone.

Lavender choked on her food, and quickly washed it down with some water before quickly washing her dishes and hurrying to the door.

"What!? You don't want to talk about it!? Fine! We'll talk about it when you get home!"

Lavender wasn't worried about that, she had to get to school before Ayano so that she can make sure she doesn't bump into Yamada!

Lavender wasn't looking at the tracking device anymore, she was wondering how she instinctively knew where to go in order to get to school quickly.

As Lavender was not paying attention to where she was going, she of course ran into someone anime style.

Although she remained standing, whoever she ran into wasn't so lucky. They didn't make any sound when they fell to the ground, and that just made Lavender worried.

She looked down, seeing the top of this person's head, and thinking they look awfully familiar.

Of course, unlike other transported or isekai protagonists, she doesn't ignore when something is nagging at her.

It was a girl (or at least a feminine presenting person) and they had black hair, with a ponytail in the back.

She was fully prepared to see any character from the game.

Or at least she thought she was.

When the girl on the ground looked up at her, Lavender swore she felt actually alive for the first time in years.

It was her.

Ayano Aishi.

Despite feeling like her heart was going to beat out of her chest, Lavender kept her cool and didn't let it show. She lent her hand to Ayano, offering a way up.

'Please let me be right!' She desperately prayed.

Ayano took her hand pulling herself up midway before her face became entirely red and her eyes lit up, looking at Lavender like she was the only person in the world.

Lavender suppressed a smile, pulling her up the rest of the way while her eyes glinted dangerously.

'Yes!'

Lavender quickly made her face go soft and concerned, looking Ayano up and down.

"Are you okay? I really didn't mean to run into you like that!" Lavender snapped Ayano out of whatever trance she was in, effectively making Ayano put on a mask (which one? She's not sure, maybe the 'sweet and innocent' one).

Ayano continued to blush heavily, but stuttered her way through a sentence nevertheless.

"I-I'm oka-okay.." Her eyes met Lavender's briefly before she blushed some more and quickly looked down before continuing.

"Thank you for help-helping me, um.." Here, she looked even more nervous ( if that was even possible) and waited anxiously for Lavender to tell her her name.

"Vázquez, Lavender" 'I'm glad I remembered last names are introduced first in Japan.'

[A.N. I looked up Puerto Rican last names because I didn't want to use mine]

Lavender let go of Ayano's hand, although she really didn't want to.

"And you? I would feel horrible if I didn't know the name of the pretty girl I knocked over."

And even though Lavender would never have the courage to flirt with someone she just knocked over and didn't even know if they were taken, she felt assured in doing so this one time.

Ayano's blush that was starting to fade as she reoriented herself came back full force.

"Pretty? Me?" She seemed to mutter under her breath with a little smile on her face.

Lavender gave her a few seconds to be euphoric before she waved a hand in her face gently, with a teasing smile in place.

"Hellooo? Anyone in there? I would love to hear your name."

As Ayano was snapped back into existence for the second time in a minute, she quickly tried remembering her name.

"Aishi, Ayano!" She pretty much shouted in Lavender's face before running away with a red face.

'Huh?'

Lavender stayed put, stunned into silence.

'Maybe I overwhelmed her? Too many emotions for a first time emotion-thing?'

"Oh well, I'll get to tease her more later, right now I should get to sch..."

Lavender whipped her head in the direction of her phone, checking the time.

"Holy shit, how long was I talking to her!? I have to get to school now!"

And so she started up running again, this time thankfully not running into anyone.

A.N. Sorry this took so long, I was tired, busy, and my phone was glitching like hell lol

#ayano x oc #yandere x yandere #fem yandere x fem yandere #ayano aishi x fem oc #ayano aishi x messed up oc #ayano aishi x fem yandere oc #ayano aishi x yandere oc #yandere thoughts #obsessive thoughts #yandere #yandere community

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aguinhaac · 5 months

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It's december, the best month of all, school and work break, some lucky people get snow, and the best part, Christmas, the time of the year to eat good food, get presents, and enjoy some time with your loved ones, but there's another thing that comes with Christmas, shitty Christmas specials, so to celebrate this amazing time of the year, I'll be reviewing the miraculous Christmas special "Santa Claws" and I'll also talk about all the songs in the ending of the review,

god have mercy on my soul, let's do this.

We start the episode with Marinette, Alya and Manoe arriving at the Du-pain bakery and Marinette starts helping her parents, and by helping I mean a montage of Marinette giving pastry boxes to her friends cause the animators don't have enough money to make new character models

Bro I feel bad for Marinette for the first time, every single day, for the whole month she had to see this creepy thing, trauma Worthy.

Gorilla shows up at the bakery, I don't know why a security guard would be sent to buy pastries but Marinette rushes to her room to get a gift that she made for Adrien, she gives it to gorilla and he goes deliver the goodies.

At the agreste mansion, Adrien and Nathalie are decorating the tree cause apparently not only is the bakery is open on Christmas Eve, but also these morons forgot to decorate the tree.

Adrien gets upset cause he thinks his dad won't be with him in Christmas and goes to his room, he then says that he hates Christmas and transforms to chat noir and starts fucking around the city.

He tries to cataclysm the city Christmas tree but he stops cause he remembers about his mom. and I didn't understand? Like he was sad because his mom died, and he says he can't destroy the tree because his mom died, I'm not saying is bad that he didn't destroy the tree, I'm saying that I think it would be a better explanation if he stopped and though "hey, maybe I shouldn't destroy the city property cause I'm upset" then "I HATE CHRISTMAS BECAUSE MY MOM DIED AND I WON'T DESTROY CHRISTMAS CAUSE MY MOM DIED" just sayin.

Instead of destroying the tree he destroys a blacklight of himself, and I don't know which is worst, he not being able to deactivate a cataclysm after activated, or that he just didn't detransform so nothing needed to be destroyed.

Adrien detransform and plagg for some reason just lays at the snow looking like he died

Adrien: plagg? PLAGG? WHAT HAVE I DONE?

yeah bro what have you done? What was different from any other time you used your powers, why the fuck is PLAGG so weak? From what I know kwamis can still fly after transforming, they are just tired not in their fucking deathbeds, well, another one for the list of stupid head cons this show had.

Adrien opens the present Marinette gave them for some reason- did he hope to find food in there or something? Well he opens the gift and it's a customized Santa Claus hat

Adrien: "merry Christmas side marinette." She's so awesome!

Bruh, weren't you like, angry/sad at Christmas 5 seconds ago? What made you change your mind so quickly? The stalker you met 3 months ago giving you a present? Is it really what we're going for?

Gabriel goes to Adrien's room but he realized he escaped and tells gorilla to go look for him while Natalie stays at home and calls his friends, Marinette then transforms and stars looking.

Adrien walks home until he sees some kids bullying Santa Claus, and helps him out, so Santa gives him some hot chocolate and says he will take him home, Adrien also gives him the shitty present Marinette made for him, and I don't judge, that shit probably had a tracker on.

While that, everyone is looking for Adrien, and ladybug stumbles upon the cataclysm chat noir made and a card that came with the gift she nade for him, now, as much as I hate to admit it, Marinette is a smart thinker, the way she uses her lucky charms to resolve the problems is pretty clever, the series does a good job showing that Marinette is smart, and as such, the writers have ti find a cleaver way so Marinette dosent find out that Adrien and chat noir are the same from the obvious clues Marinette was given-

Ladybug: ♪Adrien disappears, and chat noir steps in, he must be working to protect him♪

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Well she thinks that it must be an akumatized villain who kidnapped Adrien so she follows his footsteps, ok how the hell didn't it come to her mind that maybe he ran away? Marinette knew his mom died last year, she knows that his dad didn't have much time for him, there's no prove that there's an akuma, and hell she thinks CHAT NOIR IS WITH HIM, HE WOULD HAVE CALLED HER IF THERE WAS AN AKUMA. WRITERS IS MARINETTE SMART OR AN IDIOT? PLEASE DECIDE.

Well she finds some footsteps and starts following it.

Adrien arrives at home with Santa, but Ladybug arrives and starts beating the shit out of an old man she has 0 proves did anything wrong.

She realizes that she fucked up but Santa is now pissed and Hawk moth akumatizes him into Santa Claws.

Santa Claws Design is, actually pretty good, he has kinda this rock and roll vibe that works when you remember his concept is the opposite of normal Santa, his beard being spiked shape is a nice detail, I like how his belt is kinda emo but at the same time Christmas themed, he doesn't have the most creative design but I personally think works really well, I'll give him a 8.5/10 bro thinks he's the Grinch 💀

Santa Claws flies up to ladybug and says he's gonna punish her, but really he just sends a bunch of bats on her, you are a villain, turn her into a sock or something YOU ARE THE BAD GUY, KILL THIS WOMAN, DO SOMETHING EVIL.

Santa Claws also goes to Adrien's room where he releases a bunch of spiders and says that he won't hurt him, considering that his room is now full of tarantulas you are not doing a good job on "not hurting him"

Adrien transforms into chat noir, Santa does the most non evil things a villain can do, but ladybug and chat noir step in, The two idiots manage to get on Santa's flying sled, but Santa claws throws a gift in chat noir and he falls off the thing, and ladybug had to save him, bruh chat has a magic stick, another moment that is there just to fulfill the runtime, and have the two heroes in a weak position to try fooling the audience that the villain is somewhat of a threat and progress the plot in the most forced way imaginable.

Or they just forgot that chat had a magic stick.

Ladybug saves the fucking moron and is able to Attach her yo-yo to the Santa Claws sled, Santa tries shaking them off with so success, ladybug says to chat deal with the Grinch while she stopes the sled, so they get up on the thing.

Chat fights Santa but ends up falling again, so she goes to save him one more time

Ladybug He hooks her yoyo to a light pole and they conveniently land at Alya's house, ladybug activates her lucky charm which is a cardboard box.

She asks for some stuff and tells chat to go to the dupain bakery get more stuff for her, so after getting a bunch of stuff they set up a trap

Bro ain't no way they were able to set up all this shit and Attract Santa in 5 minutes.

he opens it and ladybug jumps off the box trapping him with her yoyo, chat catalysts the hat and ladybug purifies the akuma, and uses the miraculous ladybug to fix the- actually Claus here didn't break anything, bro is the most pathetic villain I've ever seen-

The scene than cuts back to the agreste mansion, we can't even see Claus' reaction to what happened, well if maybe they didn't put a bunch of useless scenes to fill the runtime we could have some more time for things like that.

Well, they hear the doorbell and go check, just to find all Adriens friends, and also his stalker and her family at the door, Adrien asks his dad if they can stay for Christmas and he says yes.

I miss when Gabriel was actually trying to be a good father to adrien, now he's just a one dimensional asshole.

Well that's when the episode ends.

This episode kinda confuses me, it's not a good Christmas special, heck it's probably not even a good episode, and yet is somewhat charming? It doesn't make much sense and ladybug is an asshole in this episode, and yet it's pretty ok in my opinion, and it kinda confused me on which direction this episode wanted to go, they tried to make Gabriel sympathetic just to make him an one dimensional asshole 1 season later, they tried to make Adrien more sympathetic with the whole "it's my first Christmas without my mother" but it was so fast it felt like just a way to make the plot go forward, they tried to give out the messenger that everyone deserves a gift in christmas, but in the ending it was just a trap to capture the villain, I really don't understand what they tried to do and that makes for an episode that it's at the same time, ok, charming, not good, confusing and one of the worst ones of season 2, well, it is kinda hard to give this episode a rating, but I'll give it a 6/10, how the writers stole my will to live.

And now I'll be reviewing the songs, if you don't like music reviews, merry Christmas and I'll see you in the next post, bye.

For you that want to hear me rent about the bad songs of a musical, here goes nothing.

Song 1# Marinette and the bakery: ok first thing, all songs have the worst lyrics I've ever heard in my life, I don't know how they sound in other languages but in the English dub all the lyrics are terrible, in a lot of moments of this song they have to stretch out what the characters say, which is my opinion is a very cheap way to make the character and the melody of the song sync, it looks like something an indie musician would do, and Marinette voice is extra annoying in this song as well, this song is quite a red flag considering it's the song the special opens with. Well, 4/10.

Song 2- Cat in the night: CHAT NOIR CANT SING TO SAVE HIS LIFE, CHANGE MY MIND, it looks like the singer didn't have time to practice at all, it looks like he just woke up, hearing him sing is like torture. and why is the melody so damn loud? Did the editors realize that chat singing was shit and put the melody at max volume? I can barely hear anything, with that said, the lyrics aren't that atrocious and we don't have the problem of stretching out, 4.5/10 GET A BETTER SINGER FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Song 3- brand new day: ok I was searching up the name of each song, and I discovered this isn't a part of "cat in the night" but another song, it's kinda hard to talk about a 40 second song, first, Plagg can't sing, for the love of god please don't ever make us hear him sing again, if chat singing is torture, Plagg singing is hell, talking about Plagg, his part of the song is so weird, it was supposed to be funny but how can I think it's funny when the melody is so fucking depressing? I don't understand, did the writers wanted us to treat it like a joke or not? Also chat's part is ok, 3/10 someone set them on fire PLEASE.

Song 4- the boy that I secretly love: ANOTHER SONG WHERE THE LYRICS ARE SHIT? WHO COULD IMAGINE!? But really, the song is pretty bland, and kinda useless, normally songs in musicals are to more easily explain what the characters are feeling, they motivations and dreams, but here you don't really feel like Marinette likes Adrien, is more like she is stalking him, which is true But I don't think that's what the writers wanted, and also I think this part would be better if she just just didn't sing, half the song is about ladyboob connecting the dots until she comes to the conclusion that was an akuma, writers, choose one, is this a romantic or a connecting the dots song? Those two don't go along, well 6/10 ♪the boy that I am stalking♪

Song 5# bad Santa claws: can we stop for a second to appreciate the lyrics of this song "I am Santa claws, I am a rebel with a cause" song Was made by ai when aí didn't even exist.

In my opinion Bad Santa claws is a song that I would even consider good, it fits well with the character, and even if it still looks like it was a Ai who made it when Ai didn't even exist the lyrics are the least atrocious of them all, also the melody is playing so damn loud is difficult to hear anything Santa is saying soooo yeah, 7/10 where the fuck is hawk moth song? Santa gets one but not the main villain? WHAT THE FU

Song 6- we all have the right: FINALLY CHAT'S SINGER ACTUALLY PRACTICED THE SONG, chat voice isn't that atrocious in this song, But I still think it would be a better idea to get a profissional singer instead of having the voice actor sing it. 5.5/10 I dont have anything else to say.

Ok, these are the worst songs I've ever heard in my life, the only one that saves is bad santa claws, they all have terrible lyrics, in all the songs they have to stretch out what the characters say, in order to make what the character says and the melody end at the same time, and I find that so cheap, also this episode commits the worst mistake a musical could make, the songs are forgettable, I just talked about each song but I don't remember even the cochrus, and I really don't get it, as I was searching for the songs I found out there was two unused songs "my Christmas wish" and "it's gonna be a miraculous Christmas" and they are much better than every song on this fucking thing, I don't understand why they didn't just use it, it looks like the miraculous team is allergic to good writing or something, oh well, that's all I have to say, thank you for reading until the end, I'll see you in the next post, and mercy Christmas everyone!

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