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myyoungroyalsblog · 10 months

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Red, White and Royal Blue fic rec part 2 (part 1)

*Note: I have a lot of unfinished fics in my subscriptions but since there are over 120+ fics there from other fandoms too I won’t be able to add those, when they are finished I’ll do another post in the future!

*Also couldn't find some of these writers here on tumblr, if you know tell me and I’ll add their @ beside it!

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Things I Cannot Accept

18 chapters, 69.703 words

By @sprigsofviolets AU where Ellen lost the election in 2016 and Henry and Alex reconnect in 2019. Super cute and interesting story, with a lot of fluff and angst, amazingly written!

Captious (calculated to confuse, entrap or entangle in argument)

3 chapters, 14.256 words

Blind date AU... Well... Sort of... You'll know when you read it hehe but honestly so so sweet with a bit of angst but so much fluff!

My Only Wish (This Year)

7 chapters, 26.374 words

By @dracowillhearaboutthis AU where Henry marries a woman and has two daughters, set 10 years later and Alex and Henry reconnect, and maybe a romance blooms... Of course it does lol very cute kid fic (with a bit of angst too) but still lots of fluff!

Comfort Crowd

8 chapters, 12.098 words

To all the boys I've loved before AU, I don't like the film but since I'm such a sucker for these two of course I read it and got obsessed with it afajsgshsvsg

And they call it—

2 chapters, 10.148 words

By @clottedcreamfudge AU where Alex can talk to animals, so when Henry needs a dog sitter he goes to Alex, and he and David obviously talk about Henry. So funny and fluffy, guaranteed to make you smile!

(do i really have to tell you) how he brought me back to life?

7 chapters, 38.498 words

By @coffeecatsme High school AU where Henry gets kicked out by Mary and lives with Alex's family. A whole lot of angst and a whole lot of fluff, just a superb story!

I'm Taking A Ride With My Best Friend

23 chapters, 79.302 words

By @cultofsappho The Last of Us AU where Henry is immune and Alex helps him get to the fireflies in hopes to create a vaccine. If you've watched the tv show or played the game, you know how this goes lol could not recommend it enough, so much angsty but has fluffy moments too! And the writing is impeccable

i'd lie

6 chapters, 18.058 words

AU where Alex and June move to England with thier mum and have the Fox family as their neighbours, we see the super six throughout the years and how Henry lies might not work anymore... If you want angst, this is the fic for you

ONE SHOT

talk too much

3.307 words

By @lazybug16 Alex has his wisdom teeth removed and Henry takes care of him, just fluff fluff fluff, super adorable (yes self promo because I'm very proud of this fic, I love it)

I trace your constellations

13.498 words

Soulmates, coffee shops and demi Henry AU, just pure flirting and fluff, suuuuuuper cute read!

Never Truly Leave

2.443 words

By @clottedcreamfudge Catherine finds a letter that Arthur wrote... To Alex. We cry alongside Alex as he reads it; very emotional, it will make you cry, and fall in love with these characters all over again, could not recommend enough

you knew the entire time (you knew that i'm a mastermind)

8.239 words

By @coffeecatsme Uni and autistic Henry AU, we see Alex and Henry fall in love. Fluffy but also a bit of angst, you just want to protect Henry and tell him everything is going to be okay

starry eyes sparking up my darkest nights

16.367 words

By @coffeecatsme Hugh school AU where Arthur is also alive and becomes like a second father to Alex. Very very sweet with a bit if angst as well, you'll love it and might have a few happy tears towards the end

learning to love (without it having to hurt)

4.861 words

AU where they aren't famous and they are roommates. We see Henry figure out his asexuality and Alex be there for him, and them getting together of course :) very very sweet read!

The last letter

2.173 words

By @floatingaway4 They are in the afterlife, at peace. This weiter managed to combine angst and fluff at the exact same time and I don't know how they did it, it will make you ugly happy cry!

Fourty-Four Days

8.675 words

They are living in the Brownstone when Henry needs to go to europe for the shelters and Alex to California for a campaign, and they end up not seeing each other for 44 days, and it's too much. Angsty but then fluffy, it just hurts seeing them miss each other so so much

take me out, and take me home

11.837 words

Roommates AU and we see Alex get some feelings, only friendly feelings of course... Really cute story and ending!

i’d take the bomb in your head and disarm it

22.392 words

By @evanbuvkley roommates AU and friends to angsty friends to lovers afahsgsjshdj so much angst that you might cry but a bit of fluff too (happy ending don't worry) such an engaging story, very well executed

and I wrote down our song

6.072 words

AU where Alex is a musician and Henry isn't a prince and they meet at a bar where Alex is performing. Super cute and we see how they fall in love and grow and it's just full of joy!

Group therapy

3.243 words

By @stutteringpeach AU where Ellen is Henrys therapist and he is dating Alex and talks to Ellen about their relationship, without knowing that it's actually his boyfriends mum... They "meet" at a family cook out and its honestly hilarious lmao you will not stop laughing

#I made this draft on this blog cause I started it before I made my rwrb blog lol #rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb fic #red white and royal blue fic #firstprince #mine #queue

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antimatterz · 11 months

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breathless

dan heng x gn!reader

what we all secretly wished for when dan heng was about to give us cpr. he's kinda ooc here but enyo is in her delulu phase tonight lol.

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and in a flash of light, the darkness was gone. your eyes flew open and a strangled sound left your locked-up lips. wait a second... what exactly was going on? you found a face dangerously close to yours, only seeing a pair of eyelashes and the raven strands of hair that tickled your forehead. but what shocked you the most was the fact that a set of soft lips was pressed against yours, and the dots connected. you lifted your hands and firmly pushed away the body that hovered over you.

the stranger shot back with a surprised yelp, grey eyes wide with shock as the male gazed at you. he was handsome, strikingly so. so much that your heart skipped a beat. but the shaken guy quickly regained his composure, exchanging his surprise with a level of calmness.

"oh, you're awake," he commented.

"yep," you nodded, eyeing him suspiciously. "say, do you always randomly kiss people you find knocked out somewhere?"

"i figured you needed cpr," the raven-haired male explained dryly. "you weren't breathing when i found you."

you reached out, the pads of your fingertips grazing your lips. even though it was for the sake of keeping you alive, this handsome guy just kissed you. you were vaguely aware that you didn't know where in the world you were, or even knew as much as your name. your mind was blank, yet the only thing that concerned you was the so-called kiss.

"in that case, thank you," you solemnly said. "i guess i owe you."

"no you don't," the guy shook his head. "it's only natural that i did it."

a small idea formed in your mind, and you smiled slightly. okay, maybe it was important to figure out who and where you were, but with a handsome guy still halfway hovering over you, you couldn't help it. you blamed it on the fact that everyone else was erased from your mind, only the extremely soft and kisseable lips of this guy lingering among your thoughts.

"so if i stopped breathing, would you do it again?" you asked innocently.

"you're not even going to ask where you are and who i am?" the male asked in disbelief. "you just... ask me to do... that again?"

"okay... who are you and where am i?" you questioned, only because he seemed like he wouldn't give in before you did so.

"my name is dan heng," the male replied. "and you're aboard herta's space station. but again, are you asking me to..."

"yes, dan heng, that's what i'm asking," you nodded.

to emphasize your words, you jokingly stopped breathing and gave the handsome guy a challenging look. would he fall for it? would he indulge in this moment you kinda shared? you had no idea, and the male was quite hard to read. but then he heaved out a small sigh, closing his eyes and getting rid of the distance between you once more. his lips touched yours, and you couldn't help but smile.

it was tentative and calculated, but it was much more a kiss and less cpr. the first one was brief, a chaste meeting of your lips. but the one that followed lingered, your still lips tasting each other before you decided to be brave and move against him. he went along with it, catching you by surprise once more. though it was still careful, the kiss you shared deepened, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. it didn't go any further than that, but that was okay. and aeons, dan heng was a good kisser. you had no idea what happened before the dark void of amnesia trapped you, but your first memory after waking up would be his lips on yours.

way too soon for your liking, he pulled back, raking a hand through his hair. you looked at him with wide eyes as you attempted to catch your breath, but it was obvious that this male's kissing skills had left you breathless. dan heng was obviously affected just as much, though he tried to maintain his stoic composure. still, he reached out his arm and offered you his hand in order to help you up.

you gladly took his offer and he pulled you to your feet. he caught your gaze and held it for a moment that felt like eternity. a lot was going on behind his eyes, and little did you know that all his current thoughts revolved around you. he cleared his throat, not letting go of your hand even as he spoke up again.

"it's time to bring you to asta."

and with that, you two left the small room you were in, carrying with you a secret only the two of you would ever know about.

#dan heng #dan heng x reader #hsr dan heng #dan heng hsr #honkai #honkai star rail #honkai star rail dan heng #hsr #dan heng x y/n #dan heng x you #dan heng honkai star rail #honkai dan heng #hsr x reader #honkai x reader #honkai: star rail #— enyo writes

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nicherayyy · 10 months

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Pls try doing la squadra x child reader, where they try to help reader do homework. Like if ghia is the type to make reader cry doing math, yk that kind of thing .. ♡

omg I'm alive💀 although recovering from some stupid exams

La Squadra helping Child!Reader with math homework

Homework is never fun. Especially when it's a math homework. These weird formulas and definitions it seems that you will never catch a break with.

Most of the students are hiring the tutor just to get at least anything from this cursed subject. But you have a different situation- seven assassins as father figures. Who also had no money for tutors.

So of course you don't have other choice them ask them to help you.

Risotto is actually very patient. Although he never liked math he enjoys spending some father/child time with you. But don't get your expectations too high, I already told he hated math too.

"Why do you even need to know this? You never gonna use this in life anyway"

"Honestly, I also have no idea"

Does not worry much about your grades, so if you fail a test or two he's not gonna tell you anything, just don't make a habit out of it.

But Prosciutto on the other hand is damn serious about your academic achievements. And because of that you rarely go to him with your math problems. Just no. But if there's no one other to help you.. well, you don't have a choice.

Will he be annoyed if you can't get the material? Yes. Will he yell at you for it. Never. Why? So you get more stressed or what? Math is already not the best thing and screams are not gonna do any good anyways.

"So how do you think you'll find x here?"

"Uhm.. I don't know?"

*sharp inhale* "okay let's review this one more time"

He literally won't let you go until you find a solution. Good luck I guess??

Pesci is the kindest and the most patient soul ever. He may be not the best at math but he's always ready to help (and even learn something new with you too)

"Lets re-read the article one last time just to make sure we got everything right?"

Tells you that grades is not the most important thing in the world, so he makes sure to not overwork you. Because honestly, for him your well-being will be his number one priority.

Formaggio is useless when it comes to math, I'm not gonna lie. But the thing is he can teach you how to cheat in class, just in case. And don't tell Prosciutto that he taught you this.

"If you need you can hide a small paper with answers in your pen, one sec I'll show you"

"Woah, I would never thought of doing it"

Obviously hated school so he knows a lot of ways how to cheat. Some of them he don't even want to tell you

Illuso is okayish, he was more of a literature guy but still good at math. But the problem is he forgot almost everything. And he's big ego won't let him admit it.

"Damn.. wait a minute.. I need to use a calculator"

"That's okay if you don't know I can ask Melone or-"

"NO. It's okay. I almost got it"

Sometimes you feel like he's the student here.

Ghiaccio.. is Ghiaccio. One time he made you cry and now he tries to be more patient with you. He just can't get it how you couldn't understand the material when he explained it like five times already.

"It's literary Pythagorean theorem how can't you get this??"

"I'm sorry", you sobbed

"Okay okay don't cry, please don't cry. I'll explain this again"

Shout out to him for trying.

He was a math genius in school. Dude even won some regional competitions once. So yeah, would make a perfect teacher if not anger issues.

Melone is the walking encyclopaedia. Sometimes you wonder how he can hold all this information in his head.

So yeah, he's the best choice if you want an easy explanation of your material.

"Just use this formula here"

"That easy?"

"That easy, yeah"

After your study sessions makes you some mint tea to relax and clear your head. Studying is important but a good rest and a nice cup of tea are the key to improve your memory and make studying a little more bearable.

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canmom · 1 month

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i probably would call myself a consequentialist, but not a utilitarian. my objection to utilitarianism is similar to my objection to the absolutist Bayesianism practiced in That Subculture: it's a philosophy that claims to be based around a certain computation, but actually performing that computation is completely intractable. there's no way to actually update your probability assignments of all possible statements in response to new information, any more than it's possible to aggregate the total happiness/suffering/whatever across the entire future for each imaginable course of action.

so this calculation is entirely notional. what you're actually doing is coming up with verbal arguments and vague heuristics for how you think this notional calculation would work. perhaps it's as good an entry point as any. but the supposed mathematical rigour is just rhetoric! you can talk about utilons this and QALYs that, but there is no way to calculate this shit, it's just a mathematical coat of paint.

the second objection is the 'seeing like a state' objection (or seeing like a company/NGO): the 'utility function' is a construct used to make economic models. it doesn't model humans particularly well, who have a variety of competing impulses that don't lend themselves to nice formalisms. and to demand that you should live according to a utility function is accordingly to strip the world of its complexity to make it more tractable. instead of specific people with specific desires and needs and relationships into which you fit, which aren't necessarily commensurable, you have abstract fungible units of pleasure or suffering or whatever else you're trying to optimise.

this worldview appealed to me as a teenager. I imagined that you could model an agent as a some kind of surface between it and the world - a sphere, perhaps, inside your head; the course of your life would be the movement of particles in and out of this sphere, and theoretically there would be a pattern for every instant of time that would lead to the best possible impact on the world, solving 'life' much like a tool assisted speedrun solves a game. the goal would be then to approximate this optimal run as much as possible. then I'd think of problems with this model: couldn't you just spawn high energy photons on the sphere to melt shit like a laser? we'd have to put some restrictions on it, obviously. what if the optimal run was really close to a harmful run, so a small mistake would lead to disaster? perhaps you'd be better to find a stable local maximum instead. and so on.

I'm not sure what good it did me to imagine this funny (or if you prefer, terminally STEM-brained) thought experiment, but it was very nice and mathematical-looking, and back then I really wanted my philosophy to be impossibly demanding for some reason. some weird combo of depression and autism and a self image very much dependent on being told i was good?

these days my feeling is that the pretense of mathematical rigour where it doesn't exist is untrustworthy, and particularly where people are concerned, abstracting too much loses important information. I'm not a court of law where strict consistency matters for the sake of stability or whatever, nor a government trying to figure out which levers to pull to create the ideal society - I'm an organism embedded in a bewilderingly complex system, and I can take each situation as it comes. treating the people I interact with well is important to me. I still sometimes think along utilitarianish lines sometimes - particularly 'this person could use this money more than me' - but I make no pretense to rigour or optimisation with it.

#introspective nightposting

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 7 months

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Semantic Error | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter 3

Based off of Semantic Error (bl) by J Soori Summary: y/n meets Jimin and makes Jungkook jealous Pairing: Techie inexperienced fem!reader x Artist fuck boy Jungkook Word count: 2.7k~ Warnings: Explicit language, Idk that's pretty much it for this chapter. A/N: This is heavily based off of the original bl (boy love) Semantic Error and it covers chapters (episodes) 4,5 and 29. I've switched around the timeline quite a bit and got rid of some scenes here and there to make the story progress a bit faster so they're not exactly alike but I would like to stick close to the original story so let me know what you think! P.s. If you don't mind spoilers I would highly suggest reading the original story. I read it on the app Manta with the english adaptation being done by Angy and you can also find the Kdrama on Viki :) Read from the beginning

The next day as I'm walking to the cafeteria I see a guy fall dropping some books and papers all over the floor. I decide to walk past because honestly it's not my problem but unfortunately once I'm in his line of sight he decides to call out to me. "Hey sorry do you think you could help me pick this stuff up? I shouldn't have tried to balance all of it on top of each other" he says clearly regretting his actions. I start picking things up quietly, not making an effort to make conversation and once we're finished I decide to turn and go.

"Wait! What's your name?" he asks preventing me from leaving. "y/n" I state and wait for him to continue on with whatever he had planned to say. "Well y/n would you mind helping me carry this stuff over to the music building? I'm just worried I might drop it all again" he says taking all of the heavy books and hoping that I'll pick up the folders full of sheet music. I stand there for a second trying to calculate the time it would take me to help him out and if I can fit it into my schedule.

"If you help me, I'll buy you lunch" he says with a bright almost perfect smile aside from his cooked front tooth. Thinking about it now with that incentive clearly tips the scale, providing him with a favorable result. I wordlessly pick up the things he couldn't manage to carry and wait for him to lead the way. "You don't talk much do you?" he chuckles giving me a sideways glance. "Not unless it's necessary" I say and continue to follow hoping I'll get this over with so I can get back on schedule.

"So...what's your major?" he says obviously trying to maintain a conversation with me. "Computer Engineering" I answer giving his as short of answers as possible. I'm not one for casual conversation, let alone conversation at all. Like I said, only when necessary. "I'm Jimin by the way, and if you couldn't guess already my major is music. Well, music and dance but my course load this semester is very music centric" I nod my head and he decides to keep rambling which seems to be something he's used to doing.

From the casual glances we're getting it seems like he's pretty well known in this department. "Hey Jimin you down to go grab some lunch in a sec?" a guy in a big group of people yells out. "Nah that's okay, I promised to buy y/n lunch for helping me out" he says motioning to me as best as he can with his hands full. "Oh...okay well have fun" the guy says and goes back to one of the many conversations going on over there.

I turn my head and look back up at Jimin confused, "You could've just given me enough for the cafeteria and have gone with them" I say hoping to brush him off and go back to my solitude. "I'm not gonna buy you food from the cafeteria silly, let's go somewhere! There's a cool pizza place right outside of campus that I've been wanting to check out. You wanna go?" he asks asks and nods towards the classroom that we're meant to leave these things at. "I guess" I shrug not really caring at this point. Since my class doesn't start for another two hours I guess I could afford to go off campus to eat for a change, especially since it's free.

As we make our way into the pizza place (creatively named Pizza Planet) we're greeted by a pretty big crowd but luckily we're able to find a table near the entrance right away. "Welcome in" someone yells letting us know they saw us come in and they'll be with us in a moment. "This place is pretty cool huh? He says referring to the theme that seems to be trendy these days. "Spaceships, nice" I say barely looking up while scanning the QR code to get the menu.

"Have you never watched the movie Toy Story?" he says, surprised that I don't have a better reaction to it. "No I'm not big on American movies or whatever. My family really only showed us media that was Korean or Japanese" I say hoping to show that I'm not interested on elaborating on the topic any further and luckily before he can say anything again our server comes to our table.

"Welcome to Pizza Planet guys, what can I get you?" he says with a bright smile until his glance falls on me. For some reason his expression changes to that of annoyance and I'm slightly confused but not enough to comment on it. "Do you know what you want y/n?" Jimin asks me and I take a quick glance over the menu and settle on the most expensive item. It's a free meal so might as well milk it for all it's worth.

Jimin places his order and the server looks back down at me and asks if we wanted anything else to which Jimin denies. "You guys do student discounts though right?" he asks holding out his card and the server takes his eyes off of me to inspect his student ID and confirms his suspicions.

Once he hands him back his student ID the server's gaze for some reason falls back on me. "Do you need to see my ID too?" I question suddenly weirded out by his glaring. "No" he says full of spite, pushing up the bridge of his glasses. "Okay well then you can go now, don't you have other people to serve?" I say shooing him off, to which he looks down at me with utter confusion and opts to just turn away to go put in our order instead of making an further discussion.

"Are you okay?" Jimin asks, clearly aware of the weird tension between the server and I. "Yeah I'm fine, he was just acting really weird" I say and shake it off for the time being. "Do you know him?" he asks tilting his head at me. "Why would I know a random guy in a pizza place?" I say confused as to how this all connects in his head. "Well because he goes to school with us, I believe his name is Jungkook, I had a class with him last semester and he seemed like a cool guy or so I thought. Are you guys okay?" he asks clearly concerned, seeing my face contort into an uncomfortable realization when I finally put the pieces together.

I guess I didn't recognize him because he was dressed so differently while sporting a hat and glasses. Looks like he clearly recognized me though, and he definitely wasn't happy to see me. I watch as Jungkook makes his way out of the shop as another server comes to relieve him. "Would you mind it if I went outside to go talk to him for a second?" I ask already standing up not really caring to wait for his permission. "Oh um yeah okay, I guess I'll just stay here" he says awkwardly while watching me walk out before I'm finally out of his view.

Looking around I notice that there's a small alleyway between this pizza place and the next building over and I can see a puff of smoke coming out of it as well as hear someone's voice sounding like some sort of argument. I walk over and thankfully it's the exact person I've been looking for. "Hey can you get off the phone?" I say and he looks up glaring at me and he stops leaves a pause in the conversation happening before he tells the person on the phone that he has to go. "What do you want?" he says before taking a drag off of his cigarette.

"We need to talk" I say seeing if he's open to it. "So talk" he says and purposefully blows smoke in my direction which leaves me having to wave away the smoke and clear my throat before I'm able to start. "I owe you an apology" I start off, "No shit you do" he mumbles under his breath. "Are you gonna let me talk or should I just go back inside?" I say getting short with him. "Yeah go back to your boyfriend, see if I care" he spits out and throws his cigarette on the floor to stomp it out before pushing himself up off the wall and making moves to walk off.

"He's not my boyfriend, in fact not that it's any of your business but we just met today and the only reason I'm here is because he offered me a free meal for helping him carry some stuff across campus" I say in one breath and open my mouth to continue "That doesn't sound like you" he interrupts laughing bitterly at my story. "Well it's the truth and you can ask him yourself if you really don't believe me" I say crossing my arm, becoming aware that this has now become my defensive stance of choice against him.

"No that's fine I believe you, I just find it adorable that you could be so food motivated. Helping out a perfectly good stranger and then making a trip with him off campus. That wasn't very smart of you y/n" he says taunting me. "Just because you're older than me doesn't mean that you get to talk down to me" I say getting even more irritated at this situation. "That's funny that you say that" he says getting closer until he's sure to tower over me, "because it looks like I have to love" he says trying to get some sort of reaction out of me.

I'm not sure exactly what it could be I decide to take a step back but as I do I find myself slipping on something and I mentally brace for impact but it never comes, now seeming to notice a firm grasp on my waist instead of my back on the cold hard street. "Be careful there y/n, we wouldn't want to have an accident on our hands" he says amused at our forced proximity and my facial expressions because of it. I get back up on my feet and push him away after I've sure I regained my balance. "I apologized okay? Now stop being so hostile, it's annoying" I say while straightening out my clothes. "But I like seeing the faces you make when I'm annoying you" he says with a smirk.

"What faces? I don't make any faces" I deny. "Why don't you go look in the mirror pretty, I'm sure you'll see why I like it so much" he says before walking past me. "Hey where are you going? Aren't you going to apologize too?" I call after him before he gets too far. "Sorry love, I've gotta go back to work, why don't we pick this up later?" he says sending me a wink before opening the door and walking inside. "But I don't want there to be a later" I say under my breath kicking the rocks that I had no doubt slipped on just moments ago. I shake myself out of whatever headspace he had me in and take a deep breath trying to calm myself down.

I've never had a rush of so many emotions running through me before, and the only other times it has gotten close to this it seems like Jungkook has been the one to triggered them. I groan and make my way back inside as well and I sit back down at the table not making an effort to say a word to Jimin. "So how did it go? It seemed like he was pretty happy when he walked in" he says intrigued by our polar opposite returns with me being the one who looks upset now. "He's happy because he was able to irritate me and get a reaction out of me. Ugh I should've never went out there" I groan and take a drink of my water.

"Why did you end up going out there?" he questions, clearly interested in the story behind our weird behaviors. "I said some things that were probably interpreted as being mean, I'm not the kind of person who cares much about others but I'm adult enough to admit that what I said was out of line" I say rolling my eye irritated that I let him get the best of me time and time again, but for some reason I end up being the bad guy.

"I swear this man is going to put me in an early grave" I say and then speak of the devil Jungkook shows up with our order. "That's not very nice, are you already trying to be mean to me again" he pouts jokingly. "No but you are being rather rude listening in on people's conversations" I roll my eyes and go back to taking a drink of water. "It's not my fault that you're talking about me right in front of me. Anyways is there anything else I can get you guys?" he asks looking between the two of us.

"No I think we're all set" Jimin responds sending me a smile which I return with a nod. "What about you pretty? Do you need anything else from me?" Jungkook says leaning towards me and tucking my hair behind my ear to see my face better. To which I respond to by choking on my water while also spilling some on the table. "Shit y/n are you okay?" Jimin asks clearly concerned for my welfare. I cough a few times and send him a thumbs up trying to calm my coughs down. "I'll go get you guys some napkins" Jungkook chuckles walking off.

"Man I swear guys like him think they can get away with anything just because they're more attractive than the average male" he says rolling his eyes at him and handing his napkins over to me. "Thanks" I say and clean up as best as I could while we wait for the rest of the napkins. "It's fine I'm over it" I say clearing my throat hopefully for the last time right as Jungkook returns with more napkins.

"Sorry guys I was just teasing, your meal's on me this time okay?" he says giving us both a charming smile. "You sure?" Jimin asks looking surprised as ever. "Yeah it's the least I could do for interrupting you guys and making y/n upset" he says but I can tell he's still teasing me even though he's behaving in front of Jimin.

"Thank you so much" Jimin says giving him a thankful shallow bow. "It's fine don't mention it, also you can call me Hyung if you want to, I don't mind" Jungkook offers, clearly trying to get on Jimin's good side. This whole act he's putting on is ridiculous, I haven't known him for long but I can sure as hell tell when people are lying. "Okay, thank you Jungkook hyung" he says and smiles back at me. "You can call me Oppa if you want to y/n" he says offering it to me as well, waiting for me to take the bait.

"Jungkook is just fine for me, I'll call you JK if you want me to, but that's it" I say not bothering to show any sort of respect and grace to the person who just bought my meal which is probably cold by now. "Aw come on just once?" he says mercilessly taunting me still. "Don't you ever get tired of being a pain in the ass?" I say finally fed up with all of his antics "Nope" he says popping the P at the end before leaning down to whisper in my ear "You look cute when you're feisty" he says making sure to blow on my neck again making me shiver slightly.

I stand up abruptly and he straightens his posture and takes a step back giving me the tiniest bit of room to pass by. "Jimin I'm leaving if you want I'll wait for you outside so we can take the food back to campus" I say and make moves to leave as quickly as I can, not missing the way Jungkook chuckles at me on the way out. "Um yeah I'll be out in a second. Hyung do you think you could box this up for us?" he asks using the new term he had been encouraged to use. "Sure, see you around y/n" he says making sure I hear it before the door closes behind me.

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Jungkook 3 (or 4) Wlives on 14 March 2023

A Jikook filled event, with and without JM even being there (physically or virtually).

Let's talk about JK, the non conformist, the rebel with a cause, who decided to give us a 3 part date on White day.

And yes, I'm 100% sure most army believe he was on a date with them. Question, my friends, is which 'army' that was exactly...

One thing for sure, JK showed up on white day, and right through all three lives, scratch that, all 4 lives, he weaved in JM. JM, their relationship, was inserted into every single one of those lives, one way or another.

White day

A significant day for couples in SK (Japan and China as well). The loved one that received the gift on Valentine's day is on the giving side on White day.

White day 2022 JM posted this pic on his IG

We also know they went out to a restaurant with friends, a restaurant they used to frequent and ever since the photo of them there leaked they stopped visiting.

Oh, and yes, lest forget JK's cover to Only then was gifted to 'army' on White day 2018.

Yeah, this wasn't a song for army, unless it was JM 'army', that is.

So, white day is meaningful to couples and is meaningful to JM and JK as well.

8/11

I know that there are many that don't believe in the Jikook number theories. Think it is a coincidence. Think that 8 November has no significance to them and that they don't seem to conveniently keep coincidently mentioning these numbers or seemingly mention numbers that have to do with said date. All a coincidence.

So, my friends, let's talk about the 8/11 coincidences during these three lives, why don't we?

Live 1

14.3.2023 - starting time: 8:11 PM.

1+4+3+2+2+3=15

8/11/15

Some might say a coincidence.

I say hell no.

Just like this was no coincidence:

No math, no calculating needed. It's right there for all of us to see.

Live 2

14.3.2023 live starting at 21:20 or 9:20 pm.

So yeah, did he do the 8:11 again???

9+2=11

1+4+3=8

8/11

Live 3

14.3.2023 live starting at 22:44 or 10:44 pm.

4+4=8

2+2+4+3=11

and yet again we get

8/11

Now, although there could be discussion, legitimately, about the second and third lives and the 8/11 - you either believe they do the math or you don't - but there can be no discussion as to the first live. Nope. Spin it around as much as you will, the numbers still land on 8/11, no surprise what so ever.

JK's outfits:

Live 1

We get the black and white combo sweatshirt (jersey).

Were we symbolising the black and white couple?

All I'm saying is that it's an interesting choice.

Live 2

Wearing the white airy loose fitting collared button up shirt. White day obviously comes to mind.

White shirt black pants. Again the black and white.

What also comes to mind is his JM birthday message to JM way back in 2022. Same vibe.

The playing with the hair, the showing of the tattoos, the glasses at one point. Couldn't help but think of that JK created clip. Especially after JK tells us he could actually see properly and only brought the glasses because he thought he'd look good in them, lol.

Live 3

Purple jacket (nothing underneath, ahm...) and white beanie, for the winter, ski lodge, vibe.

Purple a colour we know they both revert to many times. It's army, it's JK and JM (purple and yellow).

And the white, well white day again?

JK's special necklace

Looks like that showed up for us in the first 2 lives (third one he was all covered up, so no telling if he still had it on).

It's a little hard to tell if it's the same chain. Especially because it's a plain silver chain with no pendant. But it definitely looks similar. 🤷‍♀️

Timing, outfits, accessories, all good and well, just more brush strokes to that big ass neon coloured sign JK was painting for us telling us this was no coincidence. The lives on white day, a date with 'army' when 'army' was far far away.

But if those were the brush strokes to the sign, where is the sign itself, you ask.

So what else did JK do? Say? Play? Show?

Soundtrack

Live 1

First, let me mention that JK knit picked his playlist in this live. He was sitting there just passing song after song choosing the songs he wanted to listen to, was in the mood to listen to (within a playlist he had already going).

There for you

talking about the tokyo trip, soundtrack for gcft that happened to be uploaded 8/11/2017.

And do we talk about the amount of times either he or JM have mentioned that trip? Must have been some heck of a brotherly trip for the mates to remember it and talk about it non stop.

And do I mention this specific time that comes to mind?

Edited but cute, lol.

Btw, he sat there listening to almost the full song, only to say it's not the right vibe for the live towards the end part ("running just to keep my hands on you" part).

Christmas day

Bruno major Nothing

Question: If a documentary about yourself was produced, which song would you like to use for ending credit?

🐥: Bruno Major's "Nothing". I think the mood of the song suits me well.

Live 2

Hate everything

JK, out of no where says there's a song he never sang for us live, and goes looking for this song (it didn't come up on his playlist, he went looking for it).

It felt to me like JK doesn't frequently listen to this song. It's not on his playlist, he didn't know the lyrics (unlike other songs he did know the lyrics to).

Remember this cover of his?

You know, the one he posted when JM just got released from hospital Feb 2022. Same cover that he timed at 1:18 min.

Felt it was an interesting choice of song, given it just come up on his playlist, nor seemingly, is it one he listens to too much (the second part is my conclusion).

Live 3

Falling

Singing Falling, knowing the lyrics kind of proves my previous point. A song listened to a lot as opposed to one that probably isn't but suited a point JK wanted to make or suited a mood JK was in at the time.

This is a song liked by JM and JK, we got to hear JM singing it during Festa 2020.

Anyway, JK released this song on the 4th anniversary of his and JM's trip to Tokyo.

Another coincidence? I don't think so.

Well, obviously we got JK mentioning JM in the first live when There for you came up.

In live 2 JM actually shows up. And JK finds the need to explain to him about how this is part two and how he changed outfits for this part, lol.

Nice use of honorifics there JK.

NOT.

Well, not at first. He rectifies it by opening the next sentence with hyung, lol.

First instance JK rectified. But when JK thought JM left the live he got all commando on him, this time leaving the honorifics behind completely, calling him to come back.

@KMFACT summed the whole interaction so well in her 2 minute clip:

Live 3

Foreshadowing?

Fly away butterfly.

Live 4

Let's talk about live 4. Because JK wasn't going to come back for another part 4. Given, he ended part 3 while crying (yes, he was crying) and I'm assuming forgot to convey the message he wanted to and for which he came back with live 4, which was around 5 minutes long.

In live 4 he tells us he wanted to say goodbye properly. It's not that he didn't say goodbye at the end of part 3. Just saying.

He continues to say that he wants us to be happy. Be happy even if they aren't there. The translation here is a little different on Weverse than it was from the translation accounts. Weverse translation being happy even if they aren't "here", while the accounts were translating it as be happy "even without us". Kind of rings differently.

Him bringing it up then and there made me think that perhaps that's what was one of the things on his mind when he was pensive prior to the tears forming in live 3.

Anyways, JK came back to also (or perhaps to mainly) convey another message:

So yeah, JK telling us to look forward to midnight, something amazing is coming, "please look forward to that".

He meant this amazing thing, btw:

youtube

Hyping up the boyfie.

All while knowing what's coming is truly amazing.

And were we forshadowing here

The tears

Fake tears, not the real ones that came at the end.

Pause for a second, I'm over here ugly crying a little.

Throughout the 3 lives JK makes use of those fake tears.

Funny story he tells us, that he actually bought a whole lot of them for Bam, who was having issues with his eyes. Laughing at how similar the two are, eye problems, skin problems...

It does look like he's having issues with dry eyes.

But, when seeing it, every single time he pulled out those eye drops, I couldn't help but think about this:

Lol, even more so in the second live.

Showing us the hand tatts.

Ok, so this, to me, is a big one, and as usual kind of overlooked.

As opposed to many that think so, I really really don't think this was about showing us his ARMY tattoo, or being proud of his ARMY tattoo.

Why don't I think it's the army tattoo he's showing us?

Maybe because of everything going on? Maybe because he told us he wasn't too happy with the army tattoo itself.

Maybe because he picks the song, Golden hour by JVKE (when showing us the hand).

Maybe because he sits and listens to it, lingering on.

Maybe because he plays around with the candle, placing it just in the right place to showcase the tattoos he was planning to show us and when he was done he pulls it back towards himself.

Maybe because he clearly knew the song, and the lyrics as well.

Maybe because of how he timed it, showing us the tattoos at the exact timing that he did.

Maybe because of the way he showed them to us, the way he wiggled his fingers.

And maybe, just maybe because just as he finished showing us those tattoos, the JM clearly darker and thicker than the other letters, he also sang specific lyrics from the song he knew, complimenting showing us the tattoos with:

"... the love of my life..."

humming the continuation, omitting the lyrics which are female directed.

Maybe.

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kingofthewilderwest · 2 months

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My creative heart thrives by revamping my older works.

This means that, in my thirties, I play melodies that I wrote at nine. I still am revamping and retelling stories I began when I was six. I still have my old crayon-scribbled stories, with all their messy illustrations, loose narratives, and misspellings.

The naivete of being six means that you don't realize when names are poor names. The most egregious examples include a toad princess named Shitslyia and a story where two alien characters were named Labia and Clitzy (how????? in the same story?????).

So this means names get updated. Her name's Lebiya now, for the record.

Well. One of the names I've had the hardest times updating is Moron Miston. She's a frequently-recurring character who's appeared since I was about five, back to when I couldn't spell or do grammar worth a darn.

Now, Moron isn't exactly pronounced like "moron." It's subtle. But it's different. The second vowel is more reduced, verging close but not always quite to schwa territory. I'm simplifying my explanation, but "schwa" is close enough for y'all. If I were being a linguistic pedant, I could pick the proper International Phonetic Alphabet mark. But for English's vowel-depleted writing system, the "o" is the closest I get to what I hear.

But, obviously, calling a character, a serious character, "Moron," unironically, can't be done.

I could do Morin. That's a good option, frankly, and one I keep veering toward. I could do Morynn or Moryn or Morenne. Morenne Miston, that's got style. I actually did Moren from junior high to early college. Elsewhere, I compromised by giving her a longer name, Moronian Mistonlhel, as if adding -ian could excusably preserve the "moron" at the core.

It's been a battle for the ages: preservation versus save-my-face-ification. It's been a lifelong quest, a wrestling match, a marathon of carefully calculated decisions. Odysseus's quest is light in comparison. Magellan never traversed as far as I. There is no suggestion you could provide that I haven't contemplated, deep into the night, sleepless, staring up at my ceiling, mental screams overriding any external nocturnal tranquility. Every time I get rid of that second "o," my poor brain registers, "But that's not the right sound I'm trying to depict." The "e" is too forward. The "a" is too open. It's an "o"! No, I can't use a diacritic, that looks wrong! And every time I look at the second o written down, I cry, "People are going to call her 'moron'."

People are going to call me moron.

Who the heck do people think I am, an actualized woman in her thirties, dithering about calling one of her characters MORON Miston?!?

And then, the other night, I was going back through said five-year-old childhood stories.

Reconstructing spelling has always been weird for these stories. I had "Majik Misty," which obviously was a mispelling of "Magic Misty." No sweat. I also had Jireh. I didn't know how to spell Jireh, so her name got transliterated as Jiaria, Jaarah, Jarah, and every other phonetic attempt, but I always knew it was Jireh. Also no sweat.

And I thought Moron Miston was no sweat. It got quickly standardized to Moron. I always thought it was Moron. The OG, "official" spelling has been Moron for over two decades.

And then...... in said five-year-old childhood stories...... I saw her name written with one variation.

"Morgan."

I'm screaming.

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How would you rank the six Jojo leads from the OG continuity from worst to best to end up with?

I'm gonna take this as an add-on to the would you rather game from before, so the answers will be super self-indulgent, and yandere.

Short answer is I would prefer to end up with none of the yanderes, at least not the jojo's. But in terms of damage, I suppose Jonathan is the safest, and Giorno is the worst. It should be Jolyne because Stone Ocean is more dangerous, but Giorno skeeves me out more. Jolynes only so low because everyone around her would instakill me.

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Jonathan is a milk toast of a man. He's unthreatening, because of his noble code. If I got isekai'd, the worst Johnathan could possibly do to me is just have me associated with him, because Dio would fuck me up just to mess with him. In which case, I'd either have to avoid Jonathan so hard Dio can't target me, or I'd have to glue myself to his side so he could protect me from Dio. Which would be what feeds into his tendencies, but they're not really dangerous, so I suppose I'll just have to suck it up.

Joseph is funny and charming, and in earlier parts, he's cunning and witty. He leans heavily into the bad boy heartbreaker persona, so the idea that he's going to be possessive of his partner wouldn't seem out of the ordinary. And all of these would make him the match if it weren't offset by the cheating. How Suzie didn't kill him, I don't know. Her patience is infinite. I, on the other hand, would kill us both. Until then, he wouldn't be too bad.

Jotaro and I would fight way too much. He only wants to talk about his interests, and I can't shut up about my interests, and there is zero overlap between the two. There are only so many times I can endure a Clint Eastwood marathon, and there are only so many minutes he'll let me talk about pinnipeds or linguistics. I couldn't care less about the actual crimes he commits, but the clash of interests would be what makes him the (second) most unbearable.

Josuke has never faced long-term interpersonal consequences to his actions, which means that he'll be genuinely surprised if I stay mad at him after a fight. He nearly beat Okuyasu to death and they're best friends. He punched a hole through his mom and never got in trouble. So why am I still mad at him a week after a verbal fight that didn't even get violent? The world will never know (I will tell him every day, he just doesn't want to hear it). The only reason I wouldn't try to piss him off too much, like saying I got isekai'd and I can't stay in Morioh, is because I've seen Angelo. I choose to not be a fucked up rock Josuke does shameful things with.

Giorno is fucking creepy if you don't hear his internal monologues; which if isekai'd, I wouldn't be able to. I'm with Abbacchio on this, I don't trust this motherfucker. He just stares as people get injured in front of him, and waits until the last possible second to help them, and he's so obviously scheming behind those eyes. I would avoid him like the plague, even if I somehow got involved with the mafia. He's just so... Weird. And calculating. Giorno isn't the only smart jojo, but he is the most intimidating for his intelligence. The vibes are just so rancid on him... I'm throwing myself into the Tiber before I enter this narrative.

Jolyne is a puzzle. I'm not sure what I'd do if I got isekai'd... Do I avoid her and avoid the ire of Anasui, or get my ass beat by the enemy stand users literally everywhere? Not to mention the regular people who just happen to be in a supermax, who will probably prey on me for being an easy target. I'd be totally lost in terms of what to do. At least with the others, there's a hope of escape, or playing my cards right to utilize them. But I don't think there is a good strategy with Jolyne except carefully slotting myself in the toxic friendzone, and hoping for the best. At least it shouldn't be impossible to do.

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000-nostalgic-mutate-535 · 8 months

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Another rant because Pinterest cut me off at 500 characters.🙄

Can we just take a moment to enjoy our family's humor first? I love us. Now to what I wanted to post. Lol

I honestly feel this is because, at the end of the day, Dean needs to feel taken care of- protected. He's always had to protect and care for everyone around him and he wants someone to do the same. Be with someone he can relax not have to be in control and calculate every moment and it weighs him down.

Sam on the other hand was very well loved and protected even if it was by a few he felt that love unlike Dean who saw himself unloveable Sam felt love and cared for at one point or another. The one thing he never got was control over anything. He's always struggled with things being out of his hands, unable to stop and control his desires. From wanting to have a father, a normal life, go to college to saving a kid, having his Mom, and finding someone other than his brother to stay and stay alive. Dean was raised as a soldier he accepted it even if he didn't like it. Sam was different he wanted to save people and he couldn't just say he did what he could.

Sam needs to feel in control- like he has something that's in his hands and only his. He needs to know even if everything in his life is spiraling he has this one thing where it's all his. How he wants it, when he wants it, how it goes and plays out. Obviously consensually. He finally has this one thing that's his and he doesn't have to worry because it's in his control.

Dean needs to know when everything goes to hell he can take the weight off his shoulders someone can carry it for him when he can't. Sub.

Sam needs to know when everything has gone to hell he still can change it he needs to know it's in his control and he can damn well do it. Dom.

Both reflect their Mommy and Daddy issues funnily.

John stripped (Wrong word I know sorry lol) Sam of every ounce of control holding himself and Dean over him every chance he got it was what Sammy wanted or his family. While Sam always felt the guilt of Mary's death and blamed himself slightly because he couldn't do anything it was out of his control.

While on the other hand with Dean, John stipped (again I know I'm sorry lol) Dean of his security made him a Mom and a Dad not just to Sam but to John himself. Dean never let the weight off his shoulder of what could happen if he wasn't there unlike Sam it wasn't taken in an "I don't have control I can't do anything about anything no matter what I do, and it will be all my fault" way but in an "If I'm not there and I'm not strong enough everything will go wrong and it will be all my fault," way. If he wasn't strong and kept moving he'd lose everyone he had. He had to hold the weight off of his family or they'd drown.

When Dean was younger and Mary was still around he was seen comforting her and being her shoulder to lean on before he was 4 about a fight she and John had. He was everyone's shoulder since birth and he needs to know he has someone else to lean on every once in a while for them to hold the weight off of him so he can do it for everyone else in a few hours.

I love our boys and trust me they're a good mix of both Dom and Sub in the sheets but I feel this is why it has been way more common for us to see Sam on the show all rough and Dean gentle. Even when on top they're both bottoms let's be honest.

#spn #spnfamily #dean winchester #castiel #jeffery dean morgan #jared padalecki #sam winchester #x you #smut #sam x ruby #spn smut #pinterest #rant post #pinterestrants #editnotmine #we all need therapy

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5eraphim · 1 year

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Medic or Engineer with someone who ran away on purpose (so that they would later find them) and what they would want to do to them? Maybe nsfw if you're up for it? New to being depraved for being miserable...

Characters: Medic 🕊 and Engineer 🦦 (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: M

Content Warnings: Yandere, forced relationship, medfet, branding, unhealthy relationship dynamics, kidnapping, drugging, smut

Word Count: 3k

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(Song Inspo)

Ok so, since I'm a hyper-simp for the both of them I couldn't possibly choose between the two and wrote for the both of them. (Because this is a damn good prompt, and it's not like inspiration was difficult at all!) Thank you for the request, hope you enjoy it!

Medic 🕊

If you managed to escape Medic, you'd need to plan for months and calculate every variable, as you likely only had one shot to try and escape while his guard was down. Knowing if he caught you, there's no way you'd make it this far again. Ignoring how hard it was to hide your plans from Medic for this long, you needed your coordinates and timing nothing less than perfect and a little luck on your side.

When Medic discovers you'd attempted to run away, like any yandere, he's obviously furious upon realizing this but not in a purely rage-driven sense. Instead, the Medic would feel something much closer to mania, not only enraged but undeniably excited at the idea of hunting you down.

He never thought he'd have the privilege of something like this. He thought he had you so precisely under his control. He can't help but feel quite the thrill here! He's not only ready to rise to the challenge but is convinced he will win.

His first order of business would be to find out if you escaped on your own or if you were helped by someone else behind his back. After that, it would be easy for him to thoroughly search your room to find any scrap of evidence another person might've left behind.

You'd done well to hide your escape plans, he'd give you that, but now that you were gone, there was no way to conceal any clues left behind. If you were to get help from another for the escape attempt, odds were it'd be another doctor the both of you worked with. Someone who knows Medic enough to know his basic schedule, when to try and help you break out, as well as being one who already felt distrustful or uncomfortable around Medic and could be swayed into helping you escape him.

The Medic wouldn't hesitate to use force and physical interrogation to get information out of this person. He will find you through any means necessary and won't hesitate to kill the doctor after he gets his information. Medic would kill anyone who stood between the two of you, and he does so with great pleasure in this particular instance.

If you were working alone, Medic could estimate where you went based on what you took with you, approximating how fast you could move on your own and knowing you well enough personally to guess where you'd likely turn to first.

Medic is a scary mix of a delusional and lucid yandere, able to switch between the two seemingly randomly, making it very difficult to plan against him. On the other hand, he's hyper-vigilant when around you and thus can predict your next moves with eerie precision. It was only a matter of time before he caught up with you. The outcome you saw as the worst possible, he saw as inevitable.

When he does find you, he'd definitely play up his more delusional side. He'd cover you in kisses, telling you how scared he was, asking how long you were "lost" for, and acting as though he had no idea you were plotting against him like this. It was all part of his act to get you home as fast as possible before letting you have it once he got you safely back in his custody.

"I always told you I'd go to the ends of the Earth for you. Of course, I'd find you. Now let's get you home."

At the moment of interception, your only option is to play along. No way you could challenge him physically, and if he really did think you were just lost, maybe he wouldn't be so mad? It was devastating to have your hopes of escaping dashed so soon, but you were smart enough to know it was in your best interest to cut your losses and return home with him without a fight.

Maybe he'd even keep this "delusional" act going after the two of you returned home. Cooing how much he missed you, kissing you all over, and doting on you as if you'd been gone months rather than a few days tops. If you thought you were so clever, acting so brash and cruel while his back was turned, he felt it was only fair to give you a taste of your own medicine.

Medic never had much luck with traditional medical methodology and was quite excited to try something more "experimental" and "alternative" to train you to behave and eliminate any remaining shreds of resilience. Specifically, electroconvulsive therapy.

When you awoke the following day, you knew Medic was ready to enact his revenge. You were bound to an examination table, thick leather cuffs wrapping around your knees, ankles, arms, wrist, torso, and neck. You were forced to feel the cold, dense, restrictive leather of nearly all the cuffs as you'd been stripped down to a scant hospital gown with nothing underneath. It was a while before you even registered the foreign-looking device connected to your head with more leather straps and wires and an odd mouth-guard thing you couldn't manage to spit out, no matter how hard you tried.

Medic entered not long after, greeting you chipper as ever, wasting no time explaining his latest theory and hypothesis.

"You probably think I'm mad at you. Quite the opposite, however. I'm worried. Acting irrationally, reckless self-endangerment, incongruity with reality- I fear that you'll do something truly regrettable if I don't do something soon. I may not know how to take away your pain, but I can train you. I can teach you to not act out so well, thoughtlessly."

The Medic would stroke the side of your head with his fingers so softly, with such love, all while looking down at you with pure malice. He knew this would hurt, and he knew this likely wouldn't "fix" you, but he wanted to let you know what happened to disobedient little patients who try to run away. He wanted to show you what happened when you tried to resist his treatments. Medic knew this would instill a necessary fear within you, enough to realistically prevent you from ever trying to escape again.

You were kept under lock and key for the next few days in the Medic's examination room, as you weren't of sound mind to be trusted anywhere else. And you would remain here until the Medic determined your "condition" improved.

While you were in his captivity, he'd use your fear of electroconvulsive therapy to enact other less painful yet completely invasive treatments. He had much fun playing doctor with you while you were in this state. Though he also began visiting you late into the night with sedative pills and concoctions, he'd composed to lull you into a more susceptible state of mind. Taking advantage of your body, knowing you were powerless to stop him like this.

He'd also slip you hallucinogenic drugs to intensify your fear and paranoia, especially when left alone. Finally, he'd use this moment to enact every fucked up sadistic power fantasy he'd dreamed of before now on you. Watching with utmost joy as any format resilience you might've clung to is mitigated beyond repair.

He wouldn't enact a complete mind break. However, he might not want you to ever try and escape again, but he wants you to be fully aware of what he's doing as he abuses you and turns your own body against you while you can do nothing about it.

Medic absolutely gets off on the sight of you all tied up and helpless. It's so seductive watching you trying to break free and escape. He could watch you like this for hours, even when he's not touching you. It's all the more alluring given how much dignity he's taken from you, forcing you into one of his thin, easily rippable hospital gowns with nothing more to hide yourself with from him.

He could keep you hooked up and hidden here forever, but he won't give in to the temptation. He must let you out if he wants you to maintain a fraction of your fighting spirit and cognizance. Ironically giving you a bit of time alone to heal up and recover until the next time he wants to play doctor with you.

Engineer 🦦

Unlike Medic, who, despite his ire, would also be amused by the situation, Engie is beyond pissed. He was so pissed it would take a decent amount of time before he could calm down enough to figure out how he would find you. A situation like this would be an absolute nightmare for someone like Engie, who is prone to jealousy and insecurity. This would really bring out his worst, and he instantly takes this personally, not only on account of trying to run away but by triggering his insecurities.

In a situation where you could be in danger, Engie would typically be concerned for your safety, as a very protective yandere, but not when he's so distracted by the betrayal. All he cares about now is getting you home as fast as possible through any means necessary.

Despite it all, Engie can't help but feel a little impressed you'd managed to escape in the first place. He spared no precaution fortifying the area he kept you while he was away, and objectively speaking, Engie would be one of, if not the hardest yandere to escape from. Clearly, you'd been planning this for some time now. There was no way you were lucky enough to, by chance, evade his traps.

Unlike Medic, who would investigate where you were before you managed to escape, Engie would use his excellent public reputation to his advantage. He's well-liked by just about everyone, and if he were to round the town asking other people if they'd seen his "special friend," no one would suspect a thing. As far as they know, he's just a nice guy, the type to look out for everyone, and if he was so worried about you, clearly you needed to be found as soon as possible.

Sure, you could do your best to move quickly and hide from Engie the best you could, but no one can hide for long when the better part of an entire town is working together to try to find you and bring you home.

Engie wouldn't need to ask others to help him find you. He's just so likable and dependable. Who wouldn't want to help someone like that in need? They were blissfully unaware of his darker "inner-self," and because of this, working as fast as possible to reunite the two of you. Even if you managed to make it far enough to reach the outskirts of town, it wouldn't be long until the others caught up with you. Trying to run further now would only spell more trouble, so you're forced to surrender without much of a fight.

At best, you might've begged the first few people who managed to track you down not to bring you home to Engie to no avail as they decided to follow their loyalties to their dear friend rather than to pay attention to the visible fear which consumed you. But, unfortunately, this begging did nothing to stop the well-intentioned yet painfully unaware men from bringing you back to the Engineer. You could plea them not to try to convince them Engie was hurting you, but no one would believe you, and it was only a matter of time until you found yourself right back in his arms.

When the two of you are brought together again, he embraces you affectionately. Thanking everyone for their help, no doubt putting on a charming show of two lovers together again, only reinforcing the notion he really did love you with all his heart.

He can't fool you, however. And even as he holds you close, pouring his heart out about how much he loves you and misses you, begging you never to scare him like that again, you know he's doing this for the crowd. And you're all too aware of the hostile look in his eye as he regards you, almost daring you to try and fight back now, like any of them would believe you over him. Like he was challenging you to ever try and run away again, as though you'd make it any further this time.

Initially, you're convinced he'll drag you back to the house so he can get right to enacting your punishment. To your surprise, however, he instead invites the guys back to his place, saying he owed everyone a beer after that and how they ought to spend the night celebrating after such a miserable day. Of course, Engie knows if he chooses instead to keep the others around a bit longer, not only is he reinforcing his "good guy" image, But you'll be more on edge having no idea when he'll punish you for what you'd done. (The beer being another pleasant upside, naturally.)

It was a rough evening for you, Engie's arms around you all night while you were constantly on edge, practically flinching at his every move. The anticipation was hardly comparable when you eventually discovered what he had planned to punish you.

While you didn't manage to make it very far, nor were you gone for too long, Engie began planning how he would get his revenge against you. To show you how backstabbers were taken care of down where he was from, from the moment he realized you managed to escape. Though it didn't take him long to decide what he wanted, he was excited all the same.

While Engie might've come from a long line of Engineers, he still grew up in a relatively Rural area and had many neighbors and family members who worked as farm hands and livestock keepers. So he reckoned he outta followed their example and used their techniques to handle runaways. After all, it would be easy for him to get his hands on the machinery or, better yet, construct it himself from scratch.

He considered if he were better off branding you from the start, but it hardly mattered now. When you awoke the next day stripped bare, gagged, limbs bound together and chained to the floor, only slightly able to witness the strange device heating up in the corner of the room, you knew at that moment you were more scared than you'd ever been in your entire life.

You weren't even aware Engie was watching you until you heard a low chuckle you instantly identified as his. It chilled you to think about how long he'd been looming overhead watching until you fully came to your senses.

"You were really bold trying to escape like that. Now Let's see if you can be so bold in taking your punishment."

It was a nightmare come to life, not only to be back under his control but while being naked and helpless to stop whatever he had planned for you. All you could do was watch with wide, horrified eyes as he brandished what you realized, much to your dismay, a brander. His eyes were entirely fixated on the flesh of your outer upper thigh.

He gave you no mercy as he drew closer before pressing the miserable device down on your skin with firm, unshaken hands. You wailed out in pain below, the gag doing practically nothing to mask your agony. It was torture, but Engie merely watched you, unblinking and apathetic to your pain.

He'd keep you like for at least another 12 hours. He'd be sure to dress your wounds as needed, but you were still forced to remain naked without anything to protect your modesty, and he loved it. Engie was free to do as he pleased to you while you were like this, to photograph, tease, spit on, whatever he wanted you were forced to endure.

He'd wait until you were fully asleep to free you, making sure not to agitate your still-healing wounds as he returned you to the bedroom, where you were finally granted some soft cotton pajamas to cover up with. Though you knew from that moment on you'd never feel properly covered again, now that he'd seen you in such a defiled state.

It'd be a long time before you were allowed out of the bedroom. Though Engie might consider bringing other guys around more often, he loved to see you so well-behaved in front of others, never daring to break the illusion of your idyllic romance ever again.

Additional spicy headcanons pertaining to both of them 🕊🦦

Medic and Engie are possessive and would keep you in a collar from now on. A very low-key way of reminding you of your place in the relationship and what happens when you try to make it out on your own. Additionally, they use this to make you feel more like their personal property than their lover.

Would get off on the idea of training you to bow or kneel before them. It's not enough for them to hear you say who you belong to. They need to see it as well. (You always did look so lovely down on your knees anyhow.)

Especially in the first few days following your capture, they would use your increased fear and loss of morale against you, knowing you're all the easier to coerce into pleasing them sexually. As though this kind of appeasement would actually convince either of the men to go easy on you. The pleasure is all the more satisfying as you can barely conceal your fear.

Would start recording you during times like this. Getting ample footage of you in compromising positions and lewd audio recordings without your knowledge or consent. Knowing they could use the footage as blackmail against you in the future as just another tidbit of leverage to hold over you if you try to escape again. Letting you know you have no chance of making a new life for yourself, a life away from them ever again.

They love to continue mocking you long after the ordeal. Suggesting you try and escape again. Maybe you'll make it a little further this time! Taking great joy in ridiculing you for ever thinking you could run, treating your life and freedom as though it's all just some game to them.

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charlescoded · 6 months

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oooooh eby!!!! 5. myster writer/serial killer for lestappen????

i had like 4 different ideas for this and at first i couldn't decide which one to write lmao, but i hope you like it!!! <3 and as a warning: there's some mentions of blood and a dead body

ROMANCE PROMPTS ASK MEME — found here!

“Is he dead?”

Charles rolls his eyes, but Max isn’t looking at him anymore, clearly not expecting an answer. He’s already taken out his notebook and started scribbling into it like a madman. The corpse isn’t going anywhere, obviously, but Max prefers a fresh reference. It would be endearing if wasn’t so annoying.

The pool of blood is still growing and Charles watches as Max steps around to avoid it, crouching down next to the head to note something else down. He frowns at the page.

“What’s the timer at?” He questions abruptly.

“3 minutes and 27 seconds,” Charles says, disgruntled. He crosses his arms over his chest and glares at the dead body. “It hasn’t been that long yet, the flow of blood will keep going for a while.”

Max doesn’t reply and Charles presses his lips together in a thin line. He knows his boyfriend wants to be as accurate as he possible can when he’s writing a murder scene for his newest book, he’s a perfectionist like that, and Charles will always indulge him by finding the right victim, but he doesn’t like how Max shuts him out when he gets focused.

He sighs loudly, duly watching Max shuffle around the body. He’s methodical in his craft, passionate to the detail, but all he knows about death is at Charles’ hands. Max’s hands are good at other things, of course, he knows how to work a pen like no one else, and he’s brought Charles to the point of screaming more times than he can count.

Maybe he will do so again later, once they’ve cleaned up and gotten home. Charles bites on the inside of his cheek, watching the curve of Max’s ass as he leans forward. They will, if Max doesn’t disappear into his study, bending Charles over the couch, or maybe Max will press him against the bathroom sink, forced to watch his own reflection get wrecked in the mirror. The fantasy sends a shiver down his spine.

“Timer.” Max says, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Charles grinds his teeth together, thoughts souring. “4 minutes and 39 seconds.” He forces out.

It feels like Max is edging him. But without the promise of eventual satisfaction.

When Max straightens his back, Charles perks up, silently praying for him to be done, but he isn’t. Max simply moves to the other side of the body and Charles deflates again.

He sullenly glances around the room, at the red-stained knife he’d dropped onto the cold concrete floor, at the cut cable ties discarded on the table, the gloves Max had used to examine the then-alive man’s head wound, used only because he doesn’t like to get blood under his nails.

Cleanup will need to be done later, it’s been a long day and he wants to take a hot shower.

“Timer.” Max says again, and Charles groans and rubs at his eyes.

The red numbers glare back at him. “6 minutes, 15 seconds.” When he looks back at Max, blue eyes are focused on him, not the notebook hanging from his loose grip. He flushes slightly. “What?”

Max’s gaze is calculating, dissecting, like he’s trying to figure Charles out. The intensity makes him look insatiable. Like Charles is his pray. His throat goes dry.

No words are spoken out loud as Max approaches him, his movements slow and deliberate, and Charles takes an involuntary step back until his back hits the wall. Their close proximity makes his head spin.

Sometimes it’s easy to forget that Max is a normal person, a cat owner, a horrible baker, a writer—famous, but ultimately normal—. It’s easy, because Max makes him feel like he’s getting eaten alive, like he’d devour all his flesh, like he’d cut him up into pieces.

It’s easy to forget that Charles is the one fucked in the head.

“Are you jealous, Charles?” Max asks softly, gaze piercing through his heart.

His face scrunches up, unsure, his back cold against the wall, but he doesn’t like the sound of that. Jealous of a dead body… “Why would I be jealous?” He deflects.

Max’s lips curl upwards. Charles’ chest feels tight. “Because you want attention?” He whispers, reaching up to press the pad of his thumb against Charles’ lower lip. “You’re pouting, baby.”

“I’m not pouting,” He argues, but his face feels red. “You just took your sweet time…”

“You gave me the perfect reference, of course,” Max praises, and his smile turns smug when Charles squirms. “But there’s no need to be jealous, you’re the only one I want.”

Charles’ body betrays him as Max digs his nails into the flesh of his ass, drawing out a gasp. “I know that,” He says, petulant, but he falters when Max pushes his thigh between his legs. “Max…”

“Let me make it up to you, baby.” Max whispers.

He shudders. “I didn’t bring any lube…”

Max’s smile looks feral. He looks ready to devour him. “But I did.”

“Oh!” Charles bites his lip and he forces himself to relax. His heart is still racing in his chest. Max drives him insane, with want, with need, with a thousand thoughts and desires he never dared to share with anyone before he met Max. It’s like he’s stuck in his web, his heart attached to strings, Max his puppet master, making him love love love, and all he can do is whisper, “Please.”

#answered ask #lestappen #my writing #ellie my belovedddd <3 <3 <3

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stolen-breath · 2 years

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JASON

He never approved of your job at Ace Chemicals. Of course he never said that, not to you. He celebrated your promotion with you, ordered take-out on nights when he couldn't be there, listened to you rant even though he couldn't understand a word. But he hated that you worked at the same place that created the most heinous of Gotham's rogue gallery, that you were a single OSHA violation from becoming the Joker's genderbent double.

You didn't know that. Why would you? It happened years ago, and Ace never broadcast that little trivia. It would ruin their PR, bring unwanted attention that could come with a nasty price tag. Only Batman and his allies knew that – and the Joker, obviously. And probably Harley. Maybe a few of the other villains… Okay fine, a lot of people knew, but you weren't one of them, and he couldn't exactly break that news without inviting several new and awkward questions. So he never told you, never asked you to quit, just helped you and supported you while the nagging worries in the back of his mind stayed exactly there.

Now he sprints through the factory, kicking himself with every step. He should have forced you to quit. He should have told you everything, even if it meant revealing the truth about his night job.

Why had he been hesitant in the first place? Fear for your safety? Maybe. You were a pretty tough cookie. You used to joke that you were the tough one in the relationship, and part of him believed it. Maybe he'd kept the secret out of loyalty to Batman. Back then, it made sense. He would have killed for the man if it came to that.

Back then, he thought Bruce would do the same for him.

Jason grinds his teeth together until every heavy footstep jars his jaw. Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it. He should’ve known Scarecrow would pull some shit like this. It was just fucking like him. You were an insurance policy, the prize for remaining loyal to him. “Once I understood your greatest fear, controlling you was simple.” That was the crap he spewed to every person that stood up to him. Every ally that he suspected would betray him. This was all a game to him, the world’s trickiest game of chess, a test to his superiority. At his core, he was no better than the Joker.

He thought he could control Jason by risking your safety – and he was right. If anything happened to you, his brittle sanity would shatter like glass.

But nothing is going to happen to you. Jason only had to hold one guy’s hand in sulfuric acid to find out where Scarecrow’s keeping you, and he is going to get to you. Fuck Scarecrow’s plan to break the Bat. It can wait.

The door may be locked, but that’s not going to stop the walking arsenal. Jason slaps an explosive on the metal door and ducks around the corner to shield himself from the explosion. His armor is top of the line, meant to outdo even Lucius Fox’s finest work, but he’s not going to take stupid risks like that. That was the old him. That was Robin. The Arkham Knight is calculated, and the Arkham Knight isn’t going to facetank C4. (Even though, let’s face it, he could probably walk through the explosion like an action movie badass. Can he glue sunglasses to his helmet? A thought for later.)

It isn’t hard to find you. The only hiding place here is a table large enough to fit at least three people underneath it. He ignores your panicked shrieks as he drags you out of your hiding place and slings you over his shoulder as easily as if you’re an empty sack.

“Put me –”

“Shut up. I’m saving you.” He hates talking to you like this. Hates having to pretend he’s just a soldier doing his job and not your heroic boyfriend. Hates that you’re beating your fists against his shoulder plates instead of sighing ‘my hero!’ and swooning in his arms. More than anything, he longs to rip his helmet off and show you who he is, show you he’s alive and he’s fine and you’re going to be okay, it’s safe now, he’s here – but there isn’t time. The annoying pleasant automated voice over the intercom announces that an explosion is imminent. He has to get you out.

His helicopter is still on the pad. Even from here, he can see the terror etched on his soldier’s faces as they gesture frantically for him to hurry. “I can only go so fast goddammit,” he grumbles under his breath – not that he really had to lower his voice. The whup-whup-whup of the spinning blades are so loud that he could probably yell and no-one would hear him. Still, it feels good to mutter protests like he did when he worked with the Bat.

…no. Not with. For. It never was a partnership – it was always Big Daddy Bat and pitiful little Robin clinging to his cape.

He seethes with frustration as he shoves you into his lieutenant’s arms. The man is just helping you onto the helicopter so he can focus on getting in himself. It’s a time-saver. But he hates the idea of someone else touching you, even like this. He is the one saving you. This isn’t a joint operation. This isn’t Strike Team Alpha or some shit. This is the Arkham Knight, blazing through a burning factory to pluck you from the arms of Death itself.

Well, when he recounts the story later, he’s not mentioning any of these guys. Screw them.

With a single button press, he tunes his helmet’s radio to the frequency of the chopper and shouts instructions to the pilot. The lieutenant wraps a blanket around your shoulders, helping you get comfortable in the cramped and jerking confines as the helicopter rises into the air far faster than it should. He stands up front like he always does, but he half-turns to keep you in the corner of his eye at all times. Let them get fresh with you – it’s a quick way to find out what it’s like to get thrown out of a helicopter. An exclusive offer. Not many people get to say they’ve done that.

“Drop us off there.” He points to the roof of the Doyle building, a tall building that once held crumbling gargoyles and steeples taller than most churches. Thanks to the Gotham council’s brilliant decision making, they had been torn down as part of the renovation project. It is now sleek, shining, filled with windows and fluorescent lights and commercial comfort, but it is still your place. Deep in its foundation lay the memories of the two of you laying on it, watching where the stars would be if not for the smog and light pollution of the city, snacking on greasy street food and arguing which villain could actually kill Superman if they had to.

He can’t think of a better place to ruin all the plans he’d crafted so carefully since his escape.

The helicopter doesn’t land – it isn’t safe, not anymore, this building is made of fiberglass and corporate dreams. Jason drags you to your feet as gently as he can and helps you hop off the hovering, wobbling chopper. He lands beside you as easily as jumping off a curb and waves them away, tossing a few orders through the radio for good measure. Give him a few minutes, at least. He needs this almost as much as he needs to kill Batman – actually, no. He needs it more.

YOU

He doesn’t turn to face you right away. You take a step back and eye him suspiciously, squinting against the dust and dirt spitting up in the vortex of the chopper’s wind. It flies away, heading deeper into the city, and you two stand alone. When he seems to be ignoring you for the time being (never mind that he’s clenching his fists at his sides like a man trying not to punch a hole in the wall), you risk looking away from him at the city. Your city. Even from here, you can see the smoke plumes wafting up from various fires, the eerie orange chemicals drifting into the sky from Ace Chemicals (where you would be if he hadn’t dragged you out, a thought that sends chills down your already icy back). The only cars driving around below you are militarized tanks and armored vehicles, all bearing the insignia of the man standing before you.

The city’s being invaded – that much is clear. This random soldier that you’ve never heard of paired up with the Rogue’s Gallery to take over Gotham and intends to burn it all down. At least he was willing to evacuate the civilians first – you don’t like to give credit to bad people, but you have to hand it to him. Very few villains would even notice the innocent people they trample in their rampages. That alone makes this guy stand out.

Why did he save you? For that matter, how did he know you were there? All the records were meant to show that you’d evacuated with everyone else, just like the other workers that were forced to stay behind to help manufacture Scarecrow’s new toxin. You didn’t know what happened to the others. They came for all of you, one by one, over the course of the night. You’d heard screaming just a few minutes before this guy blew up the door (he blew up a door, what kind of maniac was he) and dragged you out of the factory literally kicking and screaming. You had assumed it was your turn to find out how Scarecrow was dealing with his assets now that he no longer had a use for you.

You assumed it was your turn to die.

“Thank you.” The words are reluctant, forced out between chattering teeth. It’s awfully cold for the end of October – it tends to get pretty cold in Gotham, but this is ridiculous. Still, voicing your gratitude is the least you can do. This villain – because he is a villain, you know he’s here to kill the Bat, you know he’s willing to kill his way through Gotham to do it – went out of his way to drag you from the factory moments before it exploded. Hell, he even had his guys give you a blanket. He didn’t have to do any of that. He went out of his way to do it. The least you could give him, the only thing you can give him, is a thanks.

He dismisses your thanks with a wave. “Don’t worry about it. Couldn’t leave you there. Not your fault Scarecrow left his marbles in the Asylum.” There’s something about the way he talks that’s oddly and eerily familiar, even through the metallic distortion of his helmet’s voice modulator. It’s comforting, yet horrifying. You rack your brain, throwing names and faces at the imagined wall to see what sticks, but nothing works. You have no idea who this guy is, but he’s so…familiar.

“Yeah.” You pull the blanket tighter around you as a gust of wind finds its way through the gaps. Once again, your gaze drifts over Gotham. A chilling scream fills the air, then fades into the various sounds of the city. Your thoughts burn with questions demanding answers. You shouldn’t ask them. A bright light, dimmed through distance, flashes over the two of you. It gleams against his sidearm, a gun that you couldn’t name if you tried but immediately makes you pause. You don’t have to wonder if it’s loaded.

But you can’t stop yourself. “Did you leave yours there too?”

He glances over his shoulder. His helmet is as blank as a sheet of paper, yet somehow you can almost imagine an expression of surprise and delighted disbelief. “If only you knew.” There’s longing in that voice, as if he genuinely wishes you did know. But you’re imagining that, almost certainly.

“Why?” The word slips out before you can stop it. “You’re a killer. You’re here to kill Batman and burn Gotham to the ground and you’re working with Scarecrow of all fucking people – but you evacuated the city first. You saved me. I don’t get it.”

He laughs, a short bitter bark that makes your skin crawl. “I’m a killer, yeah, but I don’t kill innocent people. The civilians don’t need to get wrapped up in this war. Besides, I’m doing it for them. If they’re all dead, there’s no point, y’know?”

Hearing such casual language coming from a robot head atop a soldier’s stiff body is so weird. Did you die in Ace Chemicals? Is this your afterlife? “You think killing Batman is good for Gotham? He’s saving this city.”

“No. He’s not.” The quiet fury that edges his voice forces you back a step. His fists clench at his sides – you imagine that his knuckles gleam like moonlight under his gloves. "Batman is a glorified man in a mask who martyrs himself nightly for a crusade that his own misguided morals prevent him from ever completing."

You almost laugh at the bitter words, at the painful memory they dredge up. “You almost sound like someone I used to know. He had a pretty big grudge against the Bat too.”

“Who doesn’t?” He lets out a soft huff, reaching up to adjust his helmet. His fingers linger on the clasps that connect it to his armor, as if he’s tempted for a moment to take it off. You can’t stop the surge of excitement that rushes through you. Will you, and you alone, know the identity of the Arkham Knight?

But he doesn’t remove his helmet. He simply pulls a grappling hook from his belt, just like the one that Jason used to have. “Stay here,” he orders with a single glance over his shoulder, the screened helmet rendering his expression unreadable. “Someone will be along to get you to safety soon. I have work to do.”

“Thank you for saving me,” you call as he shoots the hook at a construction crane and disappears into the smog of night.

Just like Jason used to.

#jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd headcanon #jason todd x y/n #arkham knight #arkhamverse jason todd #arkham knight x reader #arkham knight x y/n #arkham knight x you

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yanderes-galore · 11 months

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can i request a concept for my main man dreadwing (transformers prime)?

Sure! I'll try to keep it general. I haven't entirely finished season 2 but I hope I keep things accurate! Sorry for the long wait :) Sorry if this is OOC, I wasn't sure what type of darling to focus on and I don't entirely like the yandere type I picked for him. In the future I may try to focus on one type of darling as I feel he acts different with each one.

Yandere! TF:P! Dreadwing Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Human/Cybertronian or Cybertronian/Cybertronian, Obsession, Violence, Sabotage, Manipulation, Dubious companionship, Attempted murder, Kidnapping, Implied jealousy/Possessive behavior.

Despite technically being allied with Decepticons, Dreadwing is a Cybertronian who is capable of thinking for myself.

He originally came to Earth with the intention of confirming his brother's death.

As a result he sided with Megatron to gain revenge.

I'll try to keep darling as neutral as I can, but I will mention Autobot, Decepticon, and Human Darling differences.

Dreadwing is depicted as an Anti-Hero character.

He works with others yet it's usually to his benefit somehow.

Obviously he'd get along the fastest with a Decepticon darling.

You'd be on the same side and it's just less of a hassle.

Dreadwing is a mech of loyalty, becoming attached to a Decepticon would not brand him some sort of traitor.

A more difficult darling for him to obtain would be a human darling.

Humans are so easy to capture and he'd have to catch/work with you for a reason.

You could have info on Autobots... or you are willing to work with Decepticons in some way.

That or maybe somehow you caught Dreadwing's eye by chance and are not involved with either party. Perhaps you fixed him out of naive kindness, proving you understand his biology somehow.

Those are some examples of how he'd take to a human darling, which also doesn't count as treachery.

Then there's the hardest darling for him to be obsessed with, an Autobot.

A connection to you counts as treachery and the whole obsession would result in an enemies-to-lovers situation.

First he'd try to kill you... then he tries to consider something other than violence between you.

That's the rarest darling for him to have yet it's possible.

Let's talk type of yandere....

Dreadwing is Loyal, Manipulative, Clever, Obsessive, Slightly possessive, Calculating, yet Cruel in his tactics like most Decepticons even if he doesn't fully agree on their agenda.

Dreadwing plans and considers all options in battle and the same can be said about him within his obsession.

He plans how to keep you trusting him and is very tactical in executing plans.

He's very smart with his obsession, be it kidnapping, sabotage, or simply keeping your loyalty.

As a result he can be scary as a yandere, mostly to other people.

Dreadwing, like his loyalty to Megatron, can respect and show loyalty to his darling once his obsession fully settles in his processors.

If you're a Decepticon it's expected.

Although he keeps his loyalty/care about you if you're a human or Autobot as a secret.

Dreadwing may not agree with Megatron's ideals nowadays, but he has to go along with it.

You're important to Dreadwing as his obsession, he holds respect for you and couldn't go against you all the way due to this.

Dreadwing, like most Decepticons, can be manipulative.

Some are better at it than him, yet he knows it just enough to fool his darling at times.

Everything he does during his obsession is carefully planned.

He plans on how to get you alone, how to deal with rivals, and he doesn't mind how much blood or Energon he has to spill to do it.

He's used to being sent as a hitman anyways.

Most of his obsession would be him planning.

If he wants to get rid of someone around you he places bombs with precision.

I'd imagine if he wanted to get an Autobot away from you, or another Decepticon, then he'd set up a plan to lure them and scrap them.

If you have human friends he could get rid of them if he felt they were a threat.

He'd probably ignore them if they weren't.

Dreadwing doesn't really plan out any sort of future with his darling.

He just plans on how to obtain you then goes from there. Although, depending on the darling, he has a general idea of it.

He'd kidnap, it's easier if you're human.

A Decepticon darling, if you trust him, doesn't need to be captured.

With a human he can trap you in his cockpit as a jet.

Autobot darling would require a bit more effort to catch....

More firepower, too.

Dreadwing is cruel due to how he dispatches those close to you.

He uses heavy weaponry and often uses explosives.

He doesn't care too much if you see the chaos he caused happen.

Dreadwing tries to show you care once he has you in his grasp.

With a Decepticon darling he tries to ease you into the idea of being partners.

Him and Skyquake used to be partners, he uses that as an excuse to encourage you to accept his offer.

You'd listen and work with him, a loyal Decepticon, right?

With a human he treats you like a pet.

After all, Decepticons refer to you fleshies as pets at times.

You're small enough to fit on their shoulder and the servos in their hands.

He could carry you everywhere and you couldn't complain.

After all... he knows you'll need him in the end.

He's powerful, he plans well, trust him... no one's coming after you with him here.

With an Autobot darling he'd kidnap you then convince Megatron he'd interrogate you himself instead of Knock Out.

He'll go easy on you since he likes you so much... but he'd never let you go.

Dreadwing isn't the most affectionate mech but he tries to give you comfort.

The most significant thing I can think of for his obsession is the lengths Dreadwing would go to keep you with him.

I'm talking death traps.

Dreadwing is good at outsmarting others.

He shows respect to those who deserve it, yet if someone tries to take you away from him?

Boom.

He doesn't care who they are or if it's treachery or not.

They won't be moving if they try to take you.

Dreadwing doesn't mind offlining those who who disagree with his choice of obsession.

You should only be concerned with him, no one else.

I wouldn't say Dreadwing is a very physically affectionate yandere.

He's more verbal.

Which works for him as he is someone who builds relationships on respect in some way, regardless of side.

He'd tell you he cares for you regardless on the type of attraction and does everything in his power to keep you at least healthy beside him.

Even if you aren't happy with the arrangements.

Overall, Dreadwing can be a menacing and intimidating yandere due to how efficient he is in his craft.

Those trying to seperate him from his darling should watch their step...

It may be their last if they continue to pursue you, Cybertronian or not.

#yandere transformers #yandere transformers prime #yandere tfp #yandere tfp dreadwing #yandere dreadwing

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Finally collecting these in a post—Atomic Robo robotswap ideas. This was more of a character design challenge than a real AU, but the concept kind of got away from me.

Rambling design notes + a couple panel redraws + some ideas I had for Helsingard and ALAN 1.0 under the cut:

This idea spiraled out of an old sketch by Wegner of real-boy Robo as a genetics experiment. I'm interpreting that as basically Wolverine minus the animal motifs (and generally much more well-adjusted).

I tried to mimic more elements of his bot design; for example the hair silhouette and the thick blue-tinted glasses, swapped for goggles as his lifestyle got more active. I guess sensitive eyes are a side effect of his mutations. (The classic superhero forehead curl on babyrobo has no design justification, I just couldn't resist.) His appearance would make the public of the '20s a little uncomfortable with seeing him as Tesla's son. Which feels very thematically appropriate.

I'm still calling him "Robo" because it feels weird not to, though it would be a nickname. Appropriate for a guy who never sleeps; plausibly derived from Robert/Ratko. (The American name would be how he's introduced to the public; the Serbian one used casually by Tesla.*) Honestly, it seems in-character for him to put down Robo as his actual legal name when he finally got that chance.

*Things I found out after picking these names for their superficial resemblance to "Robo": Robert means "famous, shining" and Ratomir means "defender of peace"; literally "war for peace". Definitely an affectionately ironic moniker for a son so determined to be an action hero. Though dear monolingual Robo probably wouldn't catch on until decades after Tesla's death... Well, now I've gone and made myself sad.

The action scientists are mostly an excuse to still draw robots. Let's say they're Robo's big midlife crisis project after realizing he was going to outlive his entire first team and not think about it too hard.

Vik (inspired by Robby the Robot) is the oldest of the models. He's optimized for processing power, which is how you get a robot that will try to suggest purely hypothetical (but mathematically sound!) solutions to urgent real-world problems. And enjoys TTRPGs of Turing-complete levels of complexity.

Lang (inspired by Robo) came shortly after, more optimized for the "action" part of action science. Being made of metal does wonders for your recoil management. (I know she hasn't had the hair buns in 10+ years, but that's what I was trying to do with the "antennae".)

Foley (inspired by Alan) is the newest model, optimized for human-robot interaction. Getting wifi installed in her head early on had the unexpected side effect of making her really good at understanding networks of all kinds.

BRN-3 wasn't built to be sentient. He's just a lab geological survey bot that began showing signs of sapience one day and attributes his own "enlightenment" to the "crystals" he'd been studying. This is obviously bullshit but nobody can give a better explanation, so...

Jenkins is literally just the Terminator, except his evil future is vampires instead of AI. He was sent back to kill Robo, which clearly didn't work, so they talked it out and now he just hangs around Tesladyne on high alert for anything that might kick off the apocalypse.

(I have no idea where Ada, Ben, and Koa fit in here, but I might come back to them later. Using their Agents of CHANGE power suits as android designs felt like cheating.)

Not included in these drawings are Helsingard and ALAN, but I'm considering switching around parts of their premises, too.

Helsingard was a Nazi supercomputer meant to calculate the perfect world-conquering strategy. Instead, it realized that Germany's loss was imminent and hid copies of itself around the planet. Every once in a while, someone accidentally boots up a copy and it tries to take over. In the modern age it's a total dice roll as to whether this will be horrifying (what major infrastructure isn't computerized these days?) or just kind of pathetic (it's too old to understand the internet and can easily get itself trapped in an office printer spitting toner and stacks of paper that read BEHOLD HELSINGARD).

ALAN (potential rename pending; the Turing connection is rather lost in the version I'm going with for now) is the world's second successful "unkillable" genetic experiment, a govt project during the Cold War to ensure that the last man alive in a nuclear winter scenario would be British. But it turns out telling a guy he's the next stage in human evolution and sealing him in a bunker for decades to await a chance to inherit the earth which doesn't come isn't great for his sense of compassion or morality. Eventually, ALAN decides to hurry things along before we inferior humans end the world in a less convenient way, and Robo has to... well, you know this part.

It turns out there was a secret phase 2 to this plan, which would have been to populate the solar system with perfect immortal mind-networked clones of himself. The single under-baked clone that it does manage to spit out before being shut down is our Alan :] He needs someone to look after him while his crazy healing powers fill in the missing chunks of his body and brain, and he didn't get a full memory upload from ALAN, so it's free son boy!

No changes were made to Dr. Dinosaur. He's already perfect.

#atomic robo #robotswap #bluef00t art #the part under the cut is pretty long I've been turning this over in my head for a while #there's definitely bits of continuity that don't quite work (even Wolverine would have trouble with the head-in-a-box-for-130-years thing)#but this isn't really about rewriting something coherent. this is about how fun it is to do panel redraws as warm-ups #000

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