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ransomdanxing · 1 day
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zac has been critting like a mad man lately...... gorgug cunt era strengthened him
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makorragal-312 · 12 days
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Have you spent the last 24 hours liking every single picture and gif of the kiss since the episode or are you just in a good mood?
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maxsix · 6 days
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chunk0k0 · 3 months
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Trying to keep the communication with his audience
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bloodpen-to-paper · 1 year
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The Lawyers of Charlie Slimecicle
Jaiden: Set the stage with her opening statement, laying out the format of the trial and the demands of her client (along with her team's claims against the defendant)
BadBoyHalo: Swooped in with counter-evidence when Mariana's team had a lead
Quackity: Assisted as a translator between teams and clarified misconceptions in favor of his client
Fit: Bribed the judge. Also offered to run over the judge with his motor boat if the trial didn't go their way
Foolish: Got exposed for sleeping with the defense prior to the trial, did a 180 and decided to prosecute against his team
Tilin: Egg (got called in for Jury Duty)
Bonus
Roier: Mariana's sole lawyer, who had to go against 5 attorneys as part of a seemingly loosing battle considering his client was the one who committed egg murder. Held his own quite well with counter arguments that gave his client a fighting chance. Truly, the underrated MVP of the trial
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hannigramislife · 6 months
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Sometimes, I remember how fucking iconic it was of Nie Huaisang to destroy everything Jin Guangyao had suffered to build in his life, and then watch as it all came crumbling down around him, with absolutely no remorse at all.
And the fact that he got Lan Xichen to kill Jin Guangyao like that, on the spot, unplanned, improvising???
Truly an inspiration. No one does revenge like Nie Huaisang. Wish to never get on his bad side.
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jaegerbroshoe · 7 months
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Rewatching the finale, Jinx is actually a lot more self-aware than people make her out to be. I find it funny how people say Silco manipulated her into becoming Jinx when she herself reveals that his words over the years weren’t what shaped her into this. She even recognizes that he projects his trauma onto her. So like… I don’t think she was manipulated. She’s not oblivious.
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murderofravens · 4 months
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it doesn't matter now | y.i.
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yuuji itadori x reader (any gender)
warnings: dubcon/noncon, blood, emotional and physical abuse, emotional manipulation and mention of death.
post shibuya yandere yuuji whose psyche is so fucked up that he begins using sukuna as an excuse to abuse you. maybe the two of you were in a healthy, loving relationship. you've been his rock through and through, but the aftermath of shibuya came with these slight differences in yuuji's personality and treatment towards you. he gets angry more frequently, he's colder, a little distant. sex with him is different too— he's rougher, degrades you more often, seeks his own pleasure and often leaves you hanging. his strength only ever increases, and sex with him is more hurtful than it is pleasurable.
his lack of control over his life results in him wanting to gain more control over you— which he expresses through a myriad of purple bruises in the shapes of his fingers and bleeding bites all over your body. and even though you only ever want to help— it is clear his treatment has a negative impact on you both physically and mentally. if you try to reject his advances, try to make an excuse; he only manages to emotionally manipulate you into believing that this is what he needs. one time, he choked you so hard you almost passed out. he slaps you into silence if you cry or tell him to slow down. he doesn't recognise his own strength, of maybe he does, he just doesn't care— so it often results with a dark, blossoming bruise the size of his hand on your cheek. those bruises on your neck are too dark to hide with concealer, and you try to be patient, to communicate about how hurtful this is to you, that he's changed, but it's always the same excuse. you want to be understanding— you've loved this boy with everything in you. he used to be a ray of sunshine, your light in the darkness, untainted by the horrors of the world. a smile so bright, it erased all problems in your life.
you want to be there for him, but he's changed. him not taking a no for an answer and his emotional unavailability eventually leads to you seeking an out from the relationship.
it doesn't sit well with him, of course. he lost everyone in his life— he can't lose you either. he tries to force you back into his life, and no matter how much you fight back, he's always stronger. he only tells you that he needs you— through a flurry of forceful kisses that feel more like bites and sharp thrusts that leave you breathless and wanting to throw up. he's made you bleed one too many times. when it gets too much— you scream at him to stop, claw at his arms, kick and thrash, but he doesn't. it only fuels the fire in his veins. it reminds him of mahito, a little, how he was thrashing and crying when he was below yuuji. it fills him with a burning sensation to take out the anger of his losses on you.
and when he's done, and you're a mess of bloody bruises and tears, refusing to meet his eyes— he showers you with kisses that only make your heart race with fear. your old yuuji would never do this. and he tells you that wasn't him. that it was sukuna's influence. that he loves you and he'd never do anything bad unless he was truly provoked. he tells you sukuna has been prompting him to do this, but you know all too well the difference between your once loving boyfriend and the demon that resides inside him. but there's no one you can go to help now— nanami is dead. he would have saved you. he was like a father to you, afterall. nobara is dead too. she would have helped you— she was strong. she would beat the common sense back into yuuji. and gojo is sealed. you're afraid megumi wouldn't believe you if you told him— he's too blinded by his belief in his best friend. yuuji wasn't always like this, afterall, and at the end of the day, it's not like yuuji will let you out of his sight long enough for you to ask for help.
it doesn't matter now. yuuji will do all he can so he doesn't lose you too, and if he has to take extreme measures to keep your life under his control, he'll do it. all you can do is sit back and take it, and hope your yuuji will return to you someday.
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ghoulisheous · 1 year
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Bruce Wayne runs into a ghost boy in Gotham. He does what he does best and immediately starts investigating, as best as he can without the suit and without raising suspicion about the Wayne family. Ergo, Brucie Wayne tries to keep the conversation flowing without making it seem like an interrogation. Which is.. granted it's a little hard explain why some rich guy is invested in the afterlife of a ghost. But there's hope that it could be swept under the rug as billionaire eccenticities. And the teen definitely isn't suspicious he's Batman.
Danny is suspicious about why this rich bastard is interested in him. Why another rich bastard is interested in him. But all the man's questions seemed more or less harmless. Until Danny let slip how he protected his town and the man asked who he was working with. Apparently the answer he was looking for was more "adult hero mentoring you" and less "more teenagers." He was.. not happy
Queue the line "You're not my dad."
And.. suddenly Bruce thinks he might be in some very familiar trouble. He swears he never goes out of his way looking for this. But his other kids are going to have a thing or two to say anyway
Or, Danny's suspicions turn into a self-fulfilling prophecy and Batman's adoption instincts kick in. The Brucie Wayne persona is just a hair too disarming. They both have regrets
Self-fulfilling prophecies are a bitch
I really just wanted the line "You're not my dad" and that just being.. an immediate trigger phrase. Bruce is instantly just like "Wanna bet?"
He might as well be a sleeper agent.
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Stand at the Edge
Prologue- Next
Ao3
Damian was irritated. This was not uncommon, surrounded as he was by idiots, but today especially he was, as Todd would so eloquently put it, pissed. This was because, for reasons utterly unknown, Greyson had gone insane, obsessively cleaning the spotless mansion (until Pennyworth ordered him to stop) and incessantly bothering him about his appearance, all because of an interrogation. Why Father had decided to hold this particular interrogation within the Manor itself was yet another source of Damien’s irritation. Apparently, the suspect’s emotional involvement with Todd justified the clear risk posed by allowing this stranger into their home, despite the fact that all background checks and past interviews showed him to be a clear and dangerous unknown. If anything, Todd’s involvement with the suspect only increased the likelihood of this “Danny Nightengale” being a danger to the family. Damian did not believe that Todd was an irrational madman in constant need of supervision Father seemed to think he was, but he did not pretend the man did not pose a possible threat. There was also the possibility that Nightengale recognized how deeply compromised Farther was when it came to Todd and was using him to gain access to the family, be it as the Bats or the Waynes. If that was the case, then Damien was sure Father would not mind granting a temporary reprieval of the No-kill rule. For the family’s safety, that is. Not because he cared about Todd or any of his other siblings or their feelings, thank you.
The main area of concern surrounding Nightengale was not what they had learned, but what they hadn't. So far, he had avoided all interviews with concerning success. Furthermore, no family member had actually managed to get a photo of him. Attempts to look him up showed only that he was a student at Gotham University studying Astrophysics and Aerospace engineering, that he had a sister named Jazmine who worked as a counselor within Arkem, which was concerning within it's own right, and that he had lived with said sister until moving in with Todd three months ago. Footwork provided a few more details, such as that he worked at the Iceberg Lounge as part of the band playing the violin and that he seemed to have a number of pet birds, specifically ravens, though these birds seemed to come and go as they pleased. Neighbors reported that he was pleasant enough, though there were a number of noise complaints regarding both the birds and his apparent activity as an engineer. What was truly concerning was the total informational whiteout predating his arrival in Gotham. The transcript he had used to get into university was a forgery, as was his social security number, birth certificate, and driver's license. He had no social media presence of any sort and there was no one they could talk to who had any idea where he was from. The same went for his sister, they were both complete blanks. What was most interesting, at least according to Drake, was that the photo used on the fake driver's license looked to have been doctored, as if someone had taken an old photo and artificially aged it. None of them could think of a reason someone would need to do that.
“I still do not understand why we are bringing Todd and Nightengale here.”
Damien said, doing his best to tie his tie himself with mediocre success.
“Because,” Bruce explained, stepping in to help and rescue the tie from Damien’s increasingly frustrated attempts, “he is dating Jason, and as his family, we have every reason to want to meet him.”
Damien raised a brow. That seemed unusually irrational of Father. Perhaps the presence of Todd in the equation was interfering more than he had expected.
“Given how slippery he has proven in the past,” he continued “this is our best opportunity to engage him while minimizing both his suspicion and his likelihood to run. Furthermore, he is far more likely to be forthcoming than he would be if operating on his own turf. This gives us the upper hand more than if we attempted to meet him elsewhere.”
That was better. If there was one thing Damien appreciated about Father, it was his direct, analytical nature. Meanwhile, Greyson shouted something about needing to hide all of the chairs. Suddenly there was a knock at the front door, and a loud bang as Greyson tripped himself attempting to open it. Pennyworth, appearing suddenly at the door when Damian could have sworn he was in the kitchen, opened it before Greyson had a chance to right himself. Standing there was Todd and, assumedly, Nightengale. It suddenly occurred to Damian that he had never actually seen the man up close before. He was tall, with dark hair and brilliant blue eyes. He was thin as well, concerningly so, his joints sharp where the bones shone through. His skin was so pale, like freshly fallen snow or bleached bone. There was something terribly familiar about him, but so was probably any other pale man with black hair and blue eyes. As he grew closer, Damian noticed, snaking up Nightengale’s right arm and peaking up from the collar of his turtleneck, a Lichtenberg scar. Something in the back of his head stirred, but he couldn't think what it could possibly be. Greyson was shaking this man’s hand, offering some kind of greeting, but Damian couldn't hear it. Suddenly, Nightengale’s head snapped. Now he was looking right at Damian, his blue eyes boundless and staring as a grin stretched far wider across his face than should have been possible, wider even than the Joker and with teeth like a cat, sharp and predatory. He thought he maybe should have been frightened, though he wasn't sure why.
“Little Prince!”
Nightengale embraced Damian tightly, lifting him slightly off the ground. He wasn't sure how he had gotten so close so quickly. His skin was cold, but as comforting as an ice pack on an injury; the relief of a cold shower in the height of summer held in sharp and narrow arms. Something about this situation seemed wrong but he couldn't pin down just what it was.
“It's been so long! Look how big you’ve gotten. Ancients, the last time I saw you, you were just a shade!”
Wait. That was it.
“What do you mean, ‘last time’”
Damian willed his muscles to tense, his hands to clench into fists but they remained stubbornly relaxed.
“Dami, little light, ya sitti, don't you remember me?”
Nightengale gently set Damian and for a second he was blinded as the man was wreathed in rings of light bright as the sun. When the light faded the man had... changed. The most obvious shift was his hair, once black and now so blindingly white that it made his face shadowy and difficult to see, as well as luminescent, Lazarus green eyes, the sclera black as night. Rather than the simple black turtle neck and slacks he had come in, he was now wearing a black hazmat suit with a white belt holding what looked like an old-fashioned radio and, oddly, a thermos. He had white gloves, though they became sharp and claw-like at the tips. There were other, more subtle changes, such as how his skin grew grey, like someone who had been dead for hours, and the faint glow of the fractal Lichtenburg just visible through the suit. Damian became aware suddenly of pressure that had been building in his ears and only just released.
“No.”
“Oh...” the Man, he was not Nightengale, seemed to deflate.
“No... I... It's not... You can not.”
Damien was faintly aware that he was not making sense, but seeing that this made two of them, he felt little need to correct it. Finally, enough of his brain cells managed to collide for him to form a sentence.
“What are you doing here?”
“Damien,” Father said, careful to insert himself between his son and whoever, whatever, was floating just slightly off the ground before them, “who is this? How do you know him?”
“His name is Phantom. When I was a child, I would make up stories about him and the strange land he ruled.”
Hearing his name, Phantom smiled a much smaller, more hesitant smile than his Joker-esque grin from before. He waved slightly. Meanwhile, Father looked as if he were about to have an aneurysm. Looking about, that seemed to be the consensus amongst the onlookers, albeit Todd who laughed. Hard.
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This week is for goths vampires and whores
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sugarsmosh · 6 months
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this moment had no business being so funny 😭
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peonypyxels · 1 year
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1 baby before i leave game and avoid it bc too much broken cc
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topaz-carbuncle · 1 month
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why is he staring at me like that
I'm not going to complain though
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000marie198 · 2 months
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Thinking about two badass girls who are very strong and skilled fighters, wield heavy swinging weapons, can get easily angered, are actually very caring deep down and have animal best friends that can fly
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I think they would be besties
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michaeldrawrrett · 1 year
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AAAHHH!!! GOBLIN WEEK CONTINUES: An austere and stoic Bleach-Cloaked Raskpallion, the legendary Fog Goblin Warriors who answer the call of all Wronged Folk who summon them (HOW TO: A drop of blood (Artificial is fine) onto a long-abandoned flagstone at Precisely 23:17 on Midwinter's Eve) coalescing out of gullies and barrows like a justice-seeking tide, Black Weapons in hand and eyes flashing brightly against the night. Instrumental in the toppling of the Boy Tyrant 'Ozbo' in 1160
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