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writerbuddha · 6 months

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I watched a video on YouTube and it said Anakin and Padmé's relationship in The Clone Wars tv show showed signs of abuse. Do you think that was intentional at all by the writers?

I think that in Star Wars: The Clone Wars:

Anakin Skywalker does exhibit controlling behavior

Controlling behavior is when a person attempts to conform another person to their own needs or desires and trying to get their way by some form of manipulation. It's the outsized desire for control, and it's unhealthy, unhelpful, and may create relationship conflicts, but it's not always abusive. Controlling behavior becomes abusive when it is coercive (threatening). The Clovis Arc of Star Wars: The Clone Wars reveals that Anakin Skywalker exhibited non-coercive, thus, as far as the definition goes, non-abusive controlling behaviors, leading to relationship conflicts with Padmé Amidala. Let's examine them.

In Senate Spy, Anakin's fear of losing Padmé manifests itself in him trying to prevent her from fulfilling the Jedi Council's request to spy on Rush Clovis, "Because it's going to be dangerous. Whoever takes this mission will be putting their life at risk." Padmé, however, points out that she is perfectly capable of taking care of herself: "I've been in many tough situations before. It never seemed to bother you." Anakin ends up declaring: "I'm not gonna let you do it." But in the same time, it's very important to realize that Padmé immediately sets out and defends her boundaries, she repels Anakin's attempt to control her: "You're not going to let me? It's not your decision to make. It's mine."

In The Rise of Clovis, Padmé is asked by Palpatine to "work closely with Rush Clovis" to expose the corruption plaguing the Intergalactic Banking Clan. Anakin is unhappy about this, as he is not trusting him. Padmé tells him that he must trust her judgment on the matter. It should be noted that this time, Anakin's concerns are more founded, but his answer, "Like the last time, hmm? When you almost ended up dead?" is twisting the facts: first, Padmé knew that Clovis is a traitor and that she is risking her life by trying to expose him, second, even as it's true that she was poisoned during the mission, that was the result of Lot Dod tried to force Clovis to comply with his demands. Furthermore, adds, "Or how about you just getting arrested, and it was me who had to bail you out?" Which shows that in his mind, if Padmé chooses to do something risky, it's a poor and unintelligent choice. He ends up saying: "As your husband, I demand that you tell the Chancellor you are stepping down." Once again, he attempts to control Padmé, this time clearly showing that he views their marriage as a bond that supposedly gives him some control over his wife.

NOTICE: The Clovis Arc showed that there is a recurring unhealthy pattern in the relationship between Anakin & Padmé, showing that something must change. All the conflicts between them are arising from Anakin's fear of losing Padmé, which results in him attempting to control Padmé's decisions. In the same time, this behavior is not feeding into a pattern that extends to, and therefore defines every aspects of their relationship. It should also be acknowledged that Padmé is not allowing herself to be controlled and she successfully protects her boundaries and independency. Her reaction to Anakin's controlling behavior clearly tells us that he is not behaving in a way that she is used to, warning him, "we've been over this before." In other episodes, Anakin takes no issue with Padmé participating in the battle on Mon Cala, or with she sneaking to the capital world of the Separatists, thus, it seems that his outsized desire for control flares up from time to time, but it's not defining their dynamic.

Anakin Skywalker is jealous and is distrustful

Jealousy is a negative emotion and attitude focusing on our partner and a third person, in which we resent that person for appearing to take away or being likely to take away the affections of a loved one. Basically, we are scared that we will lose our special relationship to the third person, and as a result, we become intolerant to any rivalry or of possible unfaithfulness. It's not unnatural to experience jealousy in a close relationship, however, it's crucial to be able to manage it.

In Senate Spy, Anakin's attachment and the fear of loss flowing from it causes him to be distrustful and jealous toward Rush Clovis, as he realized that he and Padmé were involved romantically years before. Although in order to fulfill her mission to expose him as a spy, Padmé needs to seduce him, Anakin, disguised as a Naboo pilot, clearly tries to sabotage that. Later, he walks into the room in the moment when Padmé throws herself into Clovis' arms in order to distract him. He is flooded by jealousy, staring at her with anger and in pain. She signals him, revealing that she is actually hiding the data they need. When Padmé and Anakin are leaving with the evidence, Padmé tells him, "I'm sorry", since "I made you doubt me." Anakin answers he "never" doubted her, but this is not exactly true: there was a moment when his emotions clouded his judgment and let them to make him jump to the conclusion that he is losing Padmé to Clovis.

In An Old Friend and The Rise of Clovis, Clovis is back, and so does Anakin's jealousy and insecurities, and this time, they're manifesting themselves more clearly and more disturbingly. He claims, he doesn't want Padmé to work together with Clovis because he is worrying for her safety, but there is more to that: his fear of losing Padmé feeds into anger toward Clovis, who is, in his mind, a threat, both to Padmé and to their relationship, which feeds into burning hatred toward him. When they're together in Padmé's apartment, Clovis makes advances on her, but she firmly turns him down. He is frustrated, asking, "It's that Jedi isn't it?" Padmé insists "there is nothing romantic between" her and Anakin. Clovis says, "Then there is absolutely nothing to stop us from doing this", taking her and leaning in to kiss her, and Anakin enters in the exact moment she utters, "Clovis, no!" Anakin is mortified and snarls, "Get away from her!" Startled, Clovis backs away from Padmé. Anakin grabs him with the Force, he strangles him and slams him against the wall. Drawing his sword, he is marching towards him. Padmé is in shock, crying, "Anakin! No!" She is ignored by both Anakin and Clovis: Clovis invites Anakin to fight, "like a man without your Jedi tricks", something that Anakin gladly accepts. During their fight, Clovis sarcastically asks Padmé, "I thought you said he didn't have feelings for you?" to which Anakin reacts with staring at her, shocked and hurt. The two are beating each other up in a fist fight, and when Padmé screams at them to stop, Anakin yells at her, "you don't have a say in this!"

There are some who would insist, the scene shows Anakin gallantly saving Padmé from the man who is harassing her sexually - however, this interpretation is seriously problematic. The first thing to note is that Anakin attempts to explain his actions by saying, "I'm so sorry, Padmé. I don't know what came over me." and "It's just when I saw you about to kiss him..." Not "he was about to kiss you." Padmé tells him, "I regret that, but it was not what you thought. And you must know I don't care for Clovis." To which Anakin reacts with asking her: "Don't you?" Anakin's reaction - outrage, demanding Clovis to get away from Padmé then attacking him - was entirely the result of him perceiving the situation as Padmé kissing Clovis, and his reaction would've be the same if Padmé would've been a willing participant in the kiss with Clovis, because as he said, "you don't have a say in this." Which means, whether or not Padmé wants to be kissed by Clovis is irrelevant to him, what matters is that he doesn't want that to happen. Then, he accuses his wife with being unfaithful. This scares Padmé and it also hurts her, and she is explicitly telling him, "This marriage is not a marriage, Anakin, if there isn't any trust."

NOTICE: Anakin is not portrayed to display habitual behaviors of distrust. The core of his issues, harming his relationship with Padmé is his attachment to her and also his inability to be mindful of his emotions. Emotions are not bad at all, but when they awake as a response to our perception and understanding of a situation, they usually make us to stop thinking: we respond immediately, without any conscious thought, pushing us to act upon them and we're driven by them. To be mindful of one's emotions is to be conscious and aware of them. By bringing our emotions into the space of our conscious and passive, i.e. non-judgmental and non-reactive awareness, with calmness and inner peace, their power to kick us out of the driver's seat, to narrow our perspective and distort our perception of reality falls away: we can find the gap between the moments of our experience and the reaction, the response, where we can appraise the situation accurately, rationally. His distrust in Padmé lacks any rational basis - it's the result of him not being able to deal with his fear of loss, which drives him to act negatively.

It should be noted that Clovis' attempt to kiss Padmé has the potential to be read as sexual misconduct, thus, Padmé telling Anakin that she "regrets" what happened can also be read as her apologizing for Clovis grabbing her and then trying to kiss her, and this leads to the notion that Anakin blamed Padmé for being assaulted.

Now, it must be taken into consideration that Star Wars is not a "may I have your expressed verbal consent to kiss you?" type of romance, instead, it follows the "kiss borns out spontaneously from the situation" style, so Clovis (just like Han and Anakin in both trilogies) going for a kiss is not exactly out of place. The difference here is that Padmé clearly doesn't want to be kissed by him, but there is nuance to this. Clovis is leaning closer to her as she is telling him, "Clovis, no!" and she is drawing back to avoid him. As we cut to Anakin right after she says "no", and as she is finishing the sentence, they're both in the middle of movement - Clovis is leaning closer and Padmé is leaning backwards. Because we cut to Anakin, we don't see if Clovis was still going after the kiss after Padmé declared that she doesn't consent, or did he stop after that. When we cut back to them, Clovis is still holding her, but they don't appear to be closer to each other than before, so if he didn't move closer to her within the (roughly) 2,5 seconds during we were shown Anakin, it seems safe to conclude that he did stop. This is supported by the fact that neither Anakin or Padmé registered his behavior as assault and that Padmé makes no attempt to tell him that Clovis was actually forcing himself onto her, ignoring her protests. It's more plausible that what Padmé expresses "regret" over is that she didn't resist physically, only verbally.

In Conclusion

In Star Wars: The Clone Wars, it's very clear that Anakin and Padmé were written in a way that it showed Anakin's attachment and his struggle to keep the anger, hate and aggression coming from that fearful grasp on Padmé, under check. This is undoubtedly intentional - George Lucas initially planned to hint their issues, mainly Anakin's jealousy, in Episode III, which was cut from the final script but was clearly introduced in Clone Wars:

However, based on my own limited knowledge, this is not enough to call their relationship abusive. An abusive relationship will involve one party using their power over the other party to prevent them from doing anything except what the abusive person wants - one party controlling the other’s thoughts, feelings, or actions. Some conflict is normal in any relationship, healthy relationships involve two people who are both free to disagree, debate, and have their own opinions. Anakin clearly tries to control Padmé, which leads to conflicts, but Padmé is not allowing him to do that. Anakin is clearly unhappy with this, but he actually backs down once he meets resistance. There is a power struggle, which is never healthy, but no power imbalance.

There were unhealthy patterns there that needed to be healed, but unhealthy patterns and patterns of abuse are not the automatically the same. If you experience unhappiness in your relationship because of the behavior of your partner, something must change and if it cannot be changed, then the relationship must end. No one has a license to make you feel unhappy.

But although an abusive relationship is always unhealthy, an unhealthy relationship is not always abusive. There is just no attempt on Anakin's part to monitor her communication, to isolate her or to try to control her financially, to coerce her and there are expressions of anger and frustration, but I can't recall one that could be called an attempt to manipulate her emotionally and obviously, there is no physical violence (in Episode III on Mustafar there is, but that's a totally different context). So, I would say that what we can see on the screen can be called "signs of abuse" only if we assume that we're outsiders observing a relationship, because we can easily suspect that the behaviors we see are feeding into a larger pattern. But a fictional couple doesn't have a life "behind closed doors", we have all relevant information about their relationship.

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chiquititaosita · 1 year

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Hi!!

I just loved your writing! I rlly wish(as a latina too) that you could write the monter trio with a y/n that is teaching them to dance piseiro (brazilian dance)

I think it would be pretty cool actually 😫💞

bear note 🤩🤩 pillali! (Hello in nahuatl) Tlazohcamati (thank you so much) thank you so much for your request this made my day. I really love to give diversity to latine community. Because as a latine and an indigenous (mexica and huestaco descent) i want to see how y/n will be come into life. But I thought you’d never ask my love :> it may take me a bit because ill be researching when it comes to culture appreciation and not appropriation.

Context: much like the quebradora (the break in español) its almost similar to pisero. It kinda contains the same movements but lots of hips moving on both dance partners. Sometimes there are lifts and spins and turns enjoy!!!

Cw: slight nsfw (suggestive).

Monster trio learning to do Piseiro (dance) with Brazilian (latina) s/o (latine reader)

post type: headcannon

pairing: luffy x reader, zoro x reader, sanji x reader

reader: Latina reader

Luffy

reference video

-“ no wait wait! You gotta do this.” you show him the foot work again and corrected him once more

-instantly would drop you if he saw a rack of meat. then immediately apologize after.

-no ifs or buts. It’s canon

- “HYAHHAAHA!!”

- “and spinnnnn!!!” He’s gonna want to be spun around too. Which he does.

- you’ll be falling on your butt 💀

- ngl luffy dances better in the dirt than on tile floors.

- again he uses his hips to try and get in sync with you. But it doesn’t add up sometimes

-“ how are you doing this? Lu?”

-“easy by using my gomu gomu hip moves!” It’s giving very much washing machine moves

-“and dip you to the floorr!!!” It’s so cute to watch him show you what he learned from you! Especially IF YALL DANCED AT CARNIVAL OMGGGGGGG 🤩🤩🤩🤩

-epic show stoppers

-he’ll definitely step on your toes unintentionally. HE DONT EVEN KNOW HOW STRONG HIS GRIPPERS ARE!

-unfortunately dry humping happens to you. If You’ll look miserable nami and robin will try to rescue you :)

-You’ll both most likely dance barefoot because it helps luffy get stimulated and used to it. (If does wear shoes, from what i see he DONT)

- “yeah!- we did this move where I pick up y/n and let her fly a bit! And I kinda grab her how she grabs my hair when I eat he-“ it was the only you could explain it to him.

-“ LUFFY! CALA A BOCA!!” Nami and sanji will smack him for you.

-“SHISHISHI you love me and you know it y/n channn!!!”

Zoro

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRCV4cjo/ < reference

-“absolutely not!!!”

-“I’m not doing it.”

-“THIS!! IS!! BULLSHIT!! !”

- CHINGOW GÜEY!

-So getting zoro to do piseiro , he had to have at least 5 drinks worth of sake to get it in his system.

- but teaching him was actually not too bad

-“Why are you doing it this way?”

-“isn’t it easier this way, it just makes this so complicated!!!!”

-since he can only see with one eye it’s a little bit harder for him (if it was pre time skip, that’d be a major difference) it’s just that he doesn’t want you to get hurt

-poor moss heads hips are too stiff

-“ow OW! zoro! That’s my foot.” You huff in frustration.

-“what I’m sorry!-.”

- he’s going try and carry you at least once. It won’t go well at least in your eyes.

-but it goes well in his eyes.

-“and dip? And dip.”He’ll just mutter in the back of his mind. Thinking in the back of his mind.

-“I’m surprised you’re not even complaining.” You whisper into his ear as he blushed

-“ I can’t let that bastard cook take my woman on the dance floor now can I?”

- Shaking your hips damn girl, he attempts to cover your ass if you’re ever like about to shake whatcha mama gave ya, he’s like “NOPE!!!! NOPE! THATS MINE!!”

-he’s a softie for sure when it comes to the love of his life.

- if y’all do the spins, y’all are for sure gonna get lost, but luckily you find y’all’s way back (y’all wouldn’t even be that far away)

Sanji

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRbTJkrb/ <reference

-an absolute menace

- seriously, he’s gonna be dead the minute you start shaking your ass

-ussopp and chopper almost had to resuscitate him and do chest compressions.

-THE AMOUNT OF NOSE BLEEEDS THIS MAN GOES THROUGH

-His hips don’t lie and that’s on period

- I’ll say that he loves to watch you smile and dance

-ass grabber indeed.

-“Y/n!!! You should teach some more moves like this in private like in your bed room!”

-“y/n-chwannnn!!!!~ y-your ass it’s on m-my.”

-will immediately take you to another room to strictly eat you out

#one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #once piece fluff #Luffy x reader #bears chisme♡︎#bears chisme <3 #bears asks ✍︎︎#bear reblogs✫#one piece x reader #⋆˚✿˖° osita’s chisme time #zoro x reader #sanji x fem reader #sanji x latina reader #luffy x you #luffy x latina reader #zoro x latina reader

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midnightfire830 · 7 months

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I’m sick today so imma share a few band AU idea blerps:

Black Hat got really controlling over the band especially over costuming, makeup, and maybe a few of their songs. He absolutely hated the members wearing ridiculous costumes and extravagant makeup.

So of course Cuphead doubles down. Cuphead and Bendy made a western album consisting of bendy playing acoustic guitar and Cuphead playing piano. (I put a couple songs I had in mind for that album tho its mostly based off of Poor Man’s Poison). And when they went to perform it live Cuphead asked Alice to make him the most over the top cowboy costume.

Stars, of course this just made me think of Ken and Barbie’s cowboy outfits from the movie.

Alice: So you want me to completely redesign your costume for the performance? *sighs* ok what do you want?

Cuphead: PINK.

Cup the night of the show walked out of the dressing room with this hot pink cowboy costume and full makeup. The rest of the band also wore accents of pink somewhere in their costumes but Cuphead went waaaaaaayyyyy overboard.

Cuphead: strikes a pose “So Hat! What do ya think?”

Black Hat: “I THINK I’m not being paid NEARLY enough for this…”

Of course the moment that Cup walked out the crowd went cussing WILD. Alice and Cala were standing off stage and watching cussing proud of what they did. That tour turned out to be one of their best selling performances. (I’m so half debating drawing this dear god….)

It’s safe to say that it definitely taught Hat to back the cuss off.

Yes I made a playlist for this au. I’ve made like cussing 3 at this point. Fight me.

Okie. Thanks for coming to my TEDtalk

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climbthemountain2020 · 10 days

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Flame of Autumn - Chapter 14

Part 15/26 | Ao3

A long chapter for you guys today to close out the weekend!

[slight TW for previous mentions of torture]

Tilly

Tilly tripped over her own feet, laughing as she fell, a warm hand grabbing her around the waist and righting her. “For someone raised in a court that prides itself on dances, you have absolutely no sense of rhythm, my lady.” Eris laughed brightly, bowing to kiss her hand.

“Perhaps if you’d train those hooves you have for feet to not impair my dancing, my rhythm would improve.” She teased back, her heart wide open at the joy reflected back at her through her mate’s eyes. They’d been walking through the woods this morning and came upon a village playing music. Without getting too close, they’d decided to dance in the woods, laughing and touching like two younglings in love.

A sudden, strong tug in her chest pulled her forward to him as he grinned again, using the bond to reel her in as his soft lips met hers in a crushing kiss. It had been nearly two months since they’d accepted the bond, and it had been a blessing that Beron had left immediately after. As bad as the two of them had been before, it was increased tenfold the second Eris had put that pastry, amongst other things, into his mouth. The first week was the most difficult for them, neither one of them willing to come up for food, or water, or air. They needed fingertips, legs, tongues, making contact at all times, else they feared they’d lose themselves completely.

After that first frenzy, the need abated, but barely. With Beron gone more often, they could be a bit freer in their actions, but they weren’t so naive as to think he didn’t have spies all throughout the Forest House. This led to a number of clandestine escapades where one would tug the other into an alcove or closet away from prying eyes, unable to wait another moment. Poor Bray had been scarred walking into the library one day at an inopportune moment. The brothers and Cormac refused to train near the two of them at all until nearly the third week had passed, even then claiming how they reeked of sex.

Eris and Tilly had tried not to take it personally. The brothers had been supportive, feeling special considering they’d been the only ones Tilly and Eris had told of the bond. She didn’t miss the gleaming in Eris’ eyes as Killian clapped him firmly on the shoulder to tell him how truly happy he was for their great luck. She hadn’t told Eris about Killian’s family, but she knew that Killian understood how important this was–and how dangerous.

Once they’d been able to give each other enough space to breathe and function normally, they explored the other facets of their bond. Every so often, one would give the golden flaming tether a little tug, or send an emotion to the other. They practiced in bed–though, it usually led to distraction–and they practiced at a distance. Eventually, they were even able to send short snippets of thought to each other, though to Tilly it sounded like a garbled whisper from underwater and miles away. More than anything, she loved the ability to lob their feelings back and forth throughout the day. She loved feeling the closeness when she knew Eris was working but thinking fondly of her when a rush of affection would wash over her midday.

She loved the intimacy of the bond, the loving tethers of their relationship tightened and melded forever now that all the final walls had been peeled away. Circumstances were far from ideal, but Eris was so tender and loving with her, it was hard to feel anything but thankful when she was with him. Tilly had long been in love with him at this point, but the bond magnified everything, every single feeling, and there was nothing that quite compared to feeling the love of her mate every time he looked at her.

As agreed, they’d stopped taking the tonic after Beron’s threats, but nothing had come of it yet. They walked the line between relief and constant anxiety. She’d had her bleed close to Calanmai, so she knew it could happen at any time. Part of her hoped that the fae’s notorious delay in pregnancies would buy them more time, but they also dangled on a dangerous precipice of just a few more months before her time was up. Neither of them was foolish enough to doubt Beron’s seriousness about killing her, so they’d hatched a backup plan.

Unfortunately for everyone, this backup plan came with a request for help to the Night Court. If they were unable to conceive a child before the solstice, Tilly would flee, writing a note that said she was abandoning Eris so that he would not be blamed as severely for the departure. If all went well, she would be gone and safe in the Hewn City, tucked away from prying eyes, and they would figure out the rest from there. They were meeting with the Night Court again this afternoon to discuss the options with them, and Tilly certainly hoped there had been an attitude adjustment from the last time. She hated going into the situation with the intent to beg for help from the male she’d scolded so thoroughly, but she also hoped his remaining shame and guilt might work in her favor towards persuading them to assist.

Eris was a mess for a number of reasons. Tilly knew he hated going to Night Court even on a good day, and he also despised asking for help or looking weak in front of anyone but her. After centuries of being brutally punished for it, vulnerability was not something Eris came by honestly, and it touched her deeply to know how easily it seemed to come when it was just the two of them.

He’d been having nightmares since the day the bond snapped, and every few nights they would have him shooting up from a dead sleep, sometimes in tears, sometimes on fire and singing the sheets, always traumatized and seeking solace in Tilly’s arms. Through the bond, she could feel the nightmares, experience his terror as if it were her own. She would press kisses to his lips, his nose, his eyes and reassure him that she was there with him. He wouldn’t discuss the specifics of the dreams with her, but they were bad enough to have him shaking long after he’d woken up. There, in the dark, they would run their hands along each other, mouths finding purchase every so often in an unhurried manner, just reassuring them that the other was still there.

Today, waiting for her to pull on her boots, he fidgeted by their door, absently scratching Hestia and Cinder behind the ears while staring out of the window without really looking at anything. She was worried for him–the circles beneath his eyes drawing darker and deeper every day. She knew that the time winding down was weighing on him now, and she felt a stab of guilt as she had the passing thought that her body might be the problem causing him all this stress.

Eris’ eyes shot to hers, a concerned look on his face, and he was moving towards her before either of them could even say a word. “What is it, Til?”

“I just–I can’t help but feel that I have brought all this upon us. On you. I hate to feel like my presence here is causing you this much stress.” He grabbed her face gently in his hands, thumbs brushing along her jaw as he looked at her, the worry creasing his brows but an earnest and determined gleam in his eyes.

“Love, I want you to listen to me, and listen carefully, okay?” She gave a quick nod. “My life is infinitely better with you here, despite any other circumstances surrounding it. I am worried because I can’t bear the thought of a life without you in it, but I would also not change a bit of you and I for the world. I don’t want you to think for a single second I would be better off if you had not come here. I was never living before you arrived.” She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against his chin.

“I love you, Eris. I don’t care how long it takes, we will do what we need to do and be free of him. You deserve that, and so much more.” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Now let's go barter with some bats.”

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The Hewn City was as dark and dank as she remembered it, the halls carved from rock and regression. She could feel the negative emotions spilling from the stone around them as they walked to the meeting room together. She gave his hand a final squeeze as they entered, a final reassurance for the encounter. They were both shocked to find Rhysand there early, surrounded this time by Lucien and Azriel only.

“Rhysand. Little brother. Bat.” Eris said stiffly, pulling out a chair for Tilly.

“Eris, Tilly. Good to see you both.” He nodded to them as they sat. Rhysand at least looked somewhat humbled and less preening than the last time they’d been here; she hoped he was remembering that last encounter vividly. But all that aside, Tilly was still hung up on the words “little brother”. She’d never met the youngest Vanserra; he had not been born yet the time she’d attended the Forest House, and she was struck by how little he and Eris looked alike. They shared the same shade of bright red hair as Alanna, the same beautifully shaped eyes, and that was it.

Eris had skin like hers–as pale as the moon and freckled–but Lucien was tan. He was missing an eye, which everyone in Autumn was aware of. Everyone knew the lore of the lost son of Autumn, but seeing him here so close to Eris was a jarring comparison. He looked incredibly uncomfortable to be here in this room. She wondered why Rhysand had brought him at all.

“We have no further details on the faebane, but we need your help.” Tilly was surprised by the approach Eris was taking. None of his usual cavalier persona shone through today, and when she turned to look at him, she could see the worry etched into the lines of his face. The surprise was mirrored in the faces of the three males across from them.

“Tell us.” Rhysand implored.

“Beron will kill Tilly–kill my mate–at the solstice if she has not produced an heir. We need assistance. I know the time has not been right, and that is your prerogative, but Rhysand, I am begging you, put a plan into action. Please.” The shock on Lucien and Azriel’s faces was plain as day. Even Rhysand looked taken aback at Eris allowing a real look into the version of him he allowed no one to see. “If you cannot kill him, promise me you will get her out and provide her sanctuary before the solstice.”

Rhysand didn’t miss a beat. “We will dispatch someone. If they are unable to carry out the attempt, Tilly will have a place here in Night for as long as she wants it.” The relief in Eris’ face was evident, and his whole body sagged as though a weight had flown from his shoulders. Azriel spoke up, but directed it at Tilly.

“I have a contact in Autumn, a dryad. She’s very good at her job, and I can have her working on it within the week.” Tilly swallowed hard, nodding at him in thanks.

“We appreciate it. We tried it ourselves, but it did not work. You must let your contact know that poisons are not effective against him.” Azriel nodded back at her in thanks.

“We will do what we can,” Rhysand said firmly. He cleared his throat. “While you are here, I would like to sincerely apologize again for my actions at our last meeting. There have been…circumstances…as of late that have had me on edge, but that does not excuse my behavior.” He looked to Eris. “I know it was difficult for you to come and ask for help, and it is very clear to me that you care deeply for your wife. I hope that our attempts in Autumn might begin to heal a bit of the rift I caused last time.”

Eris looked stunned, like this was the last thing he’d ever expected from Rhysand. “Yes. Yes, I would like that.” Rhysand stood, extending a hand to Eris, who stood unsteadily and shook it.

“I understand how it feels to know your mate is living in constant danger. It is not something I would wish on anyone.” Eris nodded, and an understanding passed between them.

“In the meantime, I will continue trying to gain intel on the faebane, though we haven’t had any additional reports.”

“Send a missive when you have word, and we can set up another meeting. In the meantime, we will scout to see where we can find a weak spot. Hopefully, we will have made progress within the month and be able to move forward.” Through all of this, Lucien stood silently at Rhysand’s side, his mechanical, golden eye taking everything in, his mouth downturned. He refused to look at Eris, though he’d caught Tilly’s eye a few times. When they made to leave, Eris and Lucien moved around each other like two magnets, unable to get any closer, and no words were exchanged.

As they made their way through the halls, Tilly blushed as they passed a familiar alcove, but Eris was silent as a tomb. They winnowed back to Autumn, but not to the Forest House. Eris had brought them to the woods they both loved so dearly, into a beautiful clearing closer to Winter’s border, if the distant snowy peaks were any indication.

“Eris, talk to me?” She grabbed his elbow, resting her head on his shoulder. He took a deep, shuddering breath, then grabbed her hand gently and led them over to sit on a fallen tree, the stump nearly as large as a carriage.

“It’s hard to see Lucien. It’s always hard, but it’s harder now that I have someone to love.” The grief she felt from his end of the bond was staggering.

“Everyone in Autumn knows that Lucien abandoned his position in the line of succession and defected to Spring.” Tilly nodded. Everyone did know that in Autumn–it had been the story of the decade when it had happened. For years, all the noble families whispered about it endlessly. He had been the seventh son, so it wasn’t as though he would have ever been a true contender, but it was unheard of for a son of Autumn to defect. You either fought to the throne and ultimately ascended or you died, and that was the way it had always been.

“Do you know why he left?” Tilly shook her head at that, because no one knew. It had been the real draw of the gossip. What could have pushed him to Spring? “Lucien was in love. He loved a…lesser fae…named Jesminda. He wanted to refuse his titles and run away with her, our father be damned. I kept their secret, but they were so reckless. They were never careful with their love. By the time Lucien was ready to tell Beron he was leaving, Beron was steps ahead of him.” Eris could barely get the sentence out, and fresh horror washed over Tilly.

“What did he do?” Tilly could barely stand to whisper it.

“He demanded Tanwen and Gareth hold Lucien down to watch…to watch–” He choked on his words. “While he executed her.” Tilly could never have prepared herself for this, the gasp leaving her chest like a shot. “I refused. I wouldn’t take part in any of it. I managed to get word to Tamlin to get to his borders before Beron locked me in the dungeons for a month.” Tilly held him close to her chest, the sadness spilling off him palpably. “Tanwen and Gareth chased Lucien to the border; Beron wanted them to hunt him for sport. Killian ran to try and stop them, but by the time he caught up, Tamlin and Lucien were already fighting them. It’s how Killian got his scar.” He took a shaky breath.

“But surely Lucien must know that you weren’t involved. You weren’t even there.”

“I don’t think it registered. Unless Tamlin told him, he certainly didn’t know I’m the one who contacted Spring’s High Lord. None of it mattered to me; I only wanted him safe. He can’t even look at me, and when he does, it’s only hate I see in his eyes now. I’m as horrid as Beron in his mind.” Tilly cradled his head closely.

“I wish I could just be the person I pretend to be, that I could let it go and not care, but he’s my baby brother. When he was born, I was nearly fully grown. I helped my mother with all my brothers, but she was so sad after Lucien that I was always there trying to help. Every chance I got, I was in the nursery with him, brushing his hair off his face and telling him wild stories of adventures and dragons and love. I hoped he would have a better life than us, a better chance.”

“Why was your mom sad after his birth?” Eris seemed to realize the slip of his words, his eyes going to hers wildly.

“You must never tell another soul. It would mean my mother’s death.” A chill gripped her then.

“Of course, Eris. I would never endanger Alanna.”

“Lucien is…not a Vanserra. He is Helion’s child. My mother’s mate.”

“The High Lord of Day? Is Lucien’s father?” Suddenly, the features pieced together, and it seemed so obvious she couldn’t believe more people hadn’t put this together. “Does Lucien know? Does Helion?”

“No one knows except you, me, and my mother. And likely Beron. My guess is he has suspected since his birth. The way he treated him…”

“Oh, Eris. This was not a burden you should have had to shoulder.” She pushed a curl behind his ear.

“I loved him so much. I tried to shield him from the worst of it. I tried to spend time with him away from the Forest House. I hoped–I hoped he would have more than us. He deserved more than us.”

“From what I have heard in the years since, especially in tales from under the mountain, you succeeded. He is kind and funny and a wonderful courtier. I have heard he is a good male.”

“I am sure that’s due to the genes of my mother and Helion and not of my assistance. As much as it pains me to see him, knowing he is safe and happily grown and with a life and home of his own is the most I could have hoped for for him. It’s all I ever wanted--a life for him safely away from here.”

“Eris, you are so good. You know that?”

“I worry there is and always will be too much Beron in me.”

“No, love.” She pushed his hair back lovingly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You are not him, and you never will be. The way you love me, love Lucien, love your mother–these are not the ways of someone who is cruel.” He tucked his face into her neck. “You will be a wonderful father, Eris. One day.”

And Tilly couldn’t help the visual that crept into her mind of Eris, knee deep in a steam with a small Lucien, teaching him how to fish.

In a different life, perhaps the child in the stream with him might be their own.

Eris

While Eris would never complain about the absence of Beron, the frequency of his absences was giving Eris pause.

Was it all connected to the faebane? His plans with Aradnus?

Ever since the bond had snapped, Eris felt like he was living on the edge of a knife, precariously toeing the line of paranoia and bliss. And perhaps, at the end of the day, Beron was simply off conducting business. Maybe he was meeting a female, though Eris didn’t think he’d put this much effort into an affair.

At the end of the day, everyone was always much happier when he was gone for these extended trips. There was a palpable difference in the air around the Forest House when he did, and Eris and Tilly especially took advantage of the quiet safety. Tilly was still training regularly with Eris and Cormac and the brothers, gaining muscle and discipline and confidence, as well as learning how to handle a wide variety of weapons she’d never had the pleasure of using before. Callum had thoroughly enjoyed the vigor with which she’d taken to the dual axes, and they’d all very much had fun with the archery tricks she’d taught them in return.

Callum and Cormac were currently sparring in weapons-free combat as Tilly laid on the ground of the ring to catch her breath. Bray, for all his academia, could still wipe the floor with her in hand-to-hand, and she needed a breather every so often. Eris nudged her with his foot lovingly as she grunted noncommittally. He handed her a leather of water that she gratefully took.

“You’re getting very good at this, you know. And I’m personally having a lot of fun watching.” She huffed a laugh at him as she raised her arm to cover her eyes from the sun.

“Is that so, lordling? Perhaps I’ll get Bray to beat your ass next.” His laugh was rich and loud, so rare under the dark cloud of Beron, but he was happy to be able to unleash it freely in this brief reprieve, especially with the way it would light up Tilly’s eyes whenever she heard it. “What? Didn’t expect a female to be able to learn how to fight?” Bray returned from filling his water as she said it.

“We can’t really expect females to learn how to fight when our father spearheads Autumn into holding them down all their lives.” His disgust was apparent in his tone. “Once Eris is High Lord, that will all change, right big brother?” He shot him a devilish grin.

“We might need Til to train our legions of females when the time comes.” Eris said playfully, giving Tilly a kiss on her sweaty forehead as he gestured to Bray, throwing his chin to the ring and removing his shirt. Tilly could watch Eris spar all day, and she wasn’t shy about her gawking–it filled him with unfiltered male pride, so he took advantage of it as often as he could. She sipped from the leather of water as she watched, eyes squinting against the midday sun and lips parted. The grunt of Cormac getting thrown to the ground was the only thing that drew her attention away from him. No one fought like Cormac and Callum. Every single match, while friendly, was full of violence and all out stamina–no punches were pulled between the two of them and they usually ended with one of them bleeding.

Tilly walked to the weapons storage, likely to get some gauze and antiseptic tonic, knowing that, of course, they’d need them. By the time she came back, Eris and Bray were shaking hands. She shot Eris a pout. “Done already?”

“Don’t look so sad, my little flame. We’ve got a date.” He smiled at her charmingly.

“A date? Where are we going?” She set the gauze and tonic down on the benches by the waters for them.

“You’ll see.” He grabbed a basket from the store room, then held out a hand to her, ready to winnow. She smiled and took it without another thought. Eris loved this stream, and he had never taken anyone here outside of his brothers before. Tilly opened her eyes and took in the scenery with awe–the sprawling hills covered in flowers, the warmer air of the southern parts of Autumn coasting over their skin. Eris was already removing a blanket from the basket, shaking it out and laying it down on the ground.

“Did you pack us a picnic?” She asked, walking over to him.

“I did. Can’t a male be romantic sometimes?” He teased. She plopped down on the blanket, peering into the basket.

“Of course, my dear. Now what did you bring? I’m famished.” He chuckled at her excitement and laid out the spread of jams, bread, cheeses, pickled vegetables, and chocolate tarts. “Ooh, delicious.” She plowed into the jarred picklings and said quietly “It’s nice to see your mom so happy.”

And truly, Alanna had been happy with Beron’s frequent absences. They could see her begin to come out of her shell without him hovering around, and it was nice to see a smile on her face at dinner. While none of them dared be entirely themselves for the ears and eyes that remained around the house, it was still refreshing to let a bit more of their true selves shine through.

Eris’ eyes grew distant. “I agree,” he said softly. “I wish I could always give this to her. I hate that this is not her normal.” Tilly put a hand on his. “Soon. She’ll have that peace soon, and so will we.” After a moment of grasping his hand, she released it to plow into the chocolate tarts. “Would you be happy if she went with Helion? After everything is over, that is.”

He thought about it for a moment. “I don’t know. I don’t even know if that’s what she wants anymore. We’ve never spoken in detail about it. But I have mixed feelings about it. Of course, all I want is her happiness. She deserves that and so much more for the hell she’s lived through. But I don’t care for Helion, and I never will.” Tilly sat up.

“What is it you dislike? I’ve only heard stories about him.”

“Truly, I don’t know him well either. He became High Lord under the mountain, once his predecessor had been killed. He’s fairly new to it all. But I will never be able to forgive him for not fighting for her.”

“Do you think perhaps he did it for the greater good? Or even at her own wishes?” Tilly asked.

“It shouldn’t matter. Her safety has been at risk for centuries. Hers and Lucien’s. And he couldn’t be bothered to come fight for her? A part of me will never forgive him for that.”

“Do you think he has any idea Lucien is his? Certainly they must have crossed paths at some point.”

“I don’t honestly know. But why should that matter? I would raze continents if it meant keeping you safe–baby or no.” Tilly was quiet for a moment, licking the chocolate off her fingers while laying back on the blanket to watch the clouds lazily cross the sky.

“Do you think they’re mates?”

“I don’t know. I know he loved her. But it wasn’t enough, in the end.” His words were quiet, and Tilly put her hand over his again. “Come on, we’re going swimming.” Eris shot up in a flash, tugging his shirt over his head and unlacing his pants while Tilly stared on in shock.

“Are you crazy? What if someone sees us?” She laughed.

“There’s no one for miles, and this portion of the stream is warded. This is where I taught Lucien to fish.” She gasped as that vision flitted through her mind again, and then she was tugging her shirt off, too, unwinding the band around her chest while Eris smiled widely at her. He pulled his pants down, then his undershorts, and walked to the stream, wading in up to his knees. The water was rushing and warm for Autumn, so he waded in past his waist, letting it roll around him as he took a breath.

He felt Tilly’s hands on him, rolling over his many scars, then her bare breasts against his back, and her lips on his shoulder.

“How did you stand it?” He tried not to think about each and every encounter that had left those marks so permanently on his body. His skin was a book with a detailed log of the atrocities he’d suffered at his father’s hand, but all the pain and suffering had brought him here.

“In the beginning, I didn’t. As a child, I had no concept of why it was happening–it wrecked me. As I got older, I did my best to block it out. I found a place so deep inside me that nothing he did would ever reach it. I held that tiny little bit of myself close, and I told myself that enduring it would all be worth it someday, somehow.” She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, and he lifted his hands up to grab hers and wrap her arms around him. “I thought, if I could just get through one more day, I would be closer to something better. Something worth it.” He lifted each of her hands and kissed them each in turn. He could smell the salt of her tears behind him.

He turned, running his hands up and down her sides, then taking her into his arms. “You were worth it, Til. If it means I’d find you in the end, I would do it all again.”

Taglist (lomls): @cauldronblssd@queercontrarian@byyalady@thelovelymadone@clockwork-ashes@lovingkelj @lilah-asteria

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #eris x oc #eris vanserra #eris acotar #vanserra brothers #flame of autumn #arranged marriage #allies to lovers #eris vanserra x oc #acotar smut #Eris smut

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teen-cups-au · 3 months

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Teen Cups - Plot Notes Part 1

Doudy (mod): 7 parts are ready so far. For now, they'll be posted weekly!

Beginning of the comic | Previous | Next

Cuphead walks further away with his bag [I would have corrected the sketch in the last page WIP, since I drew him letting it with the others. You’ll know why in a bit.], where he and Chalice were at night in the flashback a few pages ago. Mugman and Puphead join him to check on him.

Mugman: Cuphead ?

Cuphead: I wanna be alone.

Puphead pokes him.

Cuphead: Ugh… What ?!

Puphead: *signing* We’re all happy to get to spend time with you again.

Mugman: They could have done better, true. But you should still enjoy the moment !

Cuphead: Leave me alone...

Puphead follows Mugman as he walks away, mumbling :

Mugman: At least, he’s taking fresh air…

Cuphead hears him and rolls his eyes while getting a cigarette.

Cuphead sits down at the edge of the water and stares at the sea. The night falls, and he’s now writing in a notebook, his bag open, as he got it from it. The moon is surrounded by a few clouds. He then gets up to join the others again. They’re all around a campfire.

Sammy: Aha ! Look who decided to come back~

Cuphead: Sammy, you say one more word and I leave.

Sammy: Geesh, can you stop being a jerk ?!

Baroness von Bonbon: Cut it, you two ! Want a marshmallow, Cuphead ?

Cuphead: No thanks.

He walks to his tent.

Baroness von Bonbon: Okay ! But stay here at least !

Cuphead: Am I allowed to put my stuff in my tent, or what ?!

Baroness von Bonbon: Yes. As well as having manners !

Cala Maria: Is it me, or everyone is in a bad mood since he arrived ?

Mugman looks down next to her, tightening his legs while sitting. He starts coughing. The coughing worsens, making Cuphead hurry out of his tent. Samuel, who’s sitting on Mugman’s other side, puts a worried hand on his shoulder.

Samuel: Mug? Are you okay?

Cuphead reappears and crouches beside him.

Cuphead: Mug ?

Mugman gets up and walks a bit further to isolate himself, as the fit is getting worse, Cala commenting in the background :

Cala Maria: Man, his cough is so nasty…

Baroness von Bonbon: Poor Mug…

Cuphead gets up again to follow him.

Sammy: I thought he wasn’t sick anymore ?

Cuphead: Do you have your inhaler ?

Mugman nods and gets it from his pocket. Cuphead takes it and shakes it for him.

Cuphead: I knew it was a bad idea to come !

Mugman frowns.

Mugman: Shush…

He inhales the medicine, Baroness von Bonbon yelling from out of the panel :

Baroness von Bonbon: Is he okay ?!

Cuphead: UGH, GIVE US SOME SPACE, BONNIE !!!

Mugman retains his breath with a done face.

Baroness von Bonbon: Dammit, what’s wrong with you ?! We barely see you anymore, and when we do, it’s to be yelled at non stop ! You’re ruining our night !

Cala Maria: No wonder. He always goes to the casino. He can’t be surrounded by respectable people.

Mugman is catching up his breath, wheezing.

Cuphead: Mug, let’s just go home ! You’re not well anyway.

Mugman: No ! I’ll be *cough* fine… *wheeze* I won’t let it prevent me from having fun ! *wheeze*

Cuphead: I’m clearly not welcome anyway.

Mugman: Of course you are ! *wheeze* Just try to… Just enjoy, okay ? Puphead brought- *cough* *cough* -cards to play. *wheeze* Maybe you can teach us poker or something ?

Cuphead: You won’t go back home, are you ?

Mugman: No.

Cuphead sighs.

Cuphead: Fine.

They come back.

Baroness von Bonbon: You chill now ?!

Cuphead stays silent, looking at her scornfully. He then asks Puphead :

Cuphead: Hey Pup, Mugman told me you got a card game ?

Puphead nods.

Cuphead: You guys wanna gamble ?

Sammy: To be honest, I’m curious.

Sam: I don’t want to bet money. I don’t even have that much on me right now.

Cuphead: No problem, Sam. We can make it interesting another way.

Sam: Like ?

Cuphead: Loser sniffs cocaine.

Sam: I’m out.

Sammy: ...Why not.

Sam’s eyes widen.

Sam: WHAT ?!

Sammy: For my experience ! It’s just a try !

Sam: Sammy, you know what it implies, right ?

Sammy: Yeah, yeah, dependence, blah blah blah… But it’ll be just once !

Cuphead: Hehe, yeah sure~

Sammy: You don’t think I’m able ?

Cuphead: Yanno it’s hard drugs, right ?

Sammy: And what does that mean ?

Cuphead: The kind that are hard to stop.

Sam: Cuphead, don’t do anything that extreme ! Please...

Cuphead: Fine. Marijuana it’ll be.

Sam: How is it not extreme ?!

Cuphead: It’s soft drugs.

Sam: Are you serio-

Sammy: Shut up now, Sam ! I’m tired of you bossing me around ! If I want to give it a try, I’ll just do it !

Sam frowns and grumbles.

Samuel: But I… I don’t want you to die !

Cuphead laughs.

Cuphead: He won’t, don’t worry Samuel. It’ll be more like-

Time skip to Sammy puking at a tree a bit further. Cuphead teases him, while smoking too.

Cuphead: That makes you a double loser, dude !

Mugman is sitting beside Baroness von Bonbon, a hand on his nose.

Baroness von Bonbon: YOU’re the loser ! You don’t even care about your brother who can’t breathe because of you !

Cuphead: He’s far from me enough !

Mugman: No. You know the smoke always comes to me, whatever you do.

Cuphead: Ugh, fine. I’ll extinguish it.

He rubs it on the floor.

Cuphead: There, happy ?

Mugman: No. I’m SO ashamed of you !

Baroness von Bonbon : To be honest, I don’t want you to hang out with us anymore.

Cuphead frowns as she says that and gets up, an empty glass bottle in his hand.

Cuphead: Fine with me !

He throws it violently on the floor.

Cuphead: FUCK Y’ALL !

He lifts his middle finger to them, as he goes to his tent.

[Alternate idea: Try to make him lift the 2 middle fingers, as he has 4 fingers, to see if it works visually, and make him say :

Cuphead: Uuh, which finger is it again... Ok nvm, imagine there's only one - FUCK Y’ALL !]

Cala Maria: Geesh ! How are you dealing with this everyday, Mug ?

Mugman: It’s not that bad, usually. Sometimes with Grandpa. But with me, I feel like he retains himself.

#cuphead #teen cups au #teen cups #comic #plot notes #doudy

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localsimp4moms · 1 year

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Yandere Mista! Attempted force feeding

The contents of this post/blog may not be for everyone!

This was made as a 30 minute warm up writing session. Hens the poor quality and short length.

Word Count:497

Read time: 3 minutes ~ [approximate]

TW: Yandere themes, attempted force feeding, mention of kidnapping, cringe

Your sunken eyes peer up, once bright and very much excited to be living out on your own. You now regret that choice, you thought you were an adult now, yet you were very much just an overgrown naive child. Why did you not pick up on the strange events? Why didn’t you notice your things missing? Why didn’t you just pay more attention?

Brought back to reality with another prod of the cool metal spoon to your mouth. The frustrated face of your captor in front of you, his lips drawn back as he hisses.

“How many fucking times do I have to tell you? It’s not fucking drugged!” The young man huffed as he once again shoved the spoon at your face. Only to be met with the same expression of up turnt brows and tightly sealed lips that were carved into a frown,

How long had he kept you here again? You weren’t too sure, days and nights seemed to merge into one. Despite that you were aware that you hadn’t eaten since you came here. Who would though? You were kidnapped after all…

“Just eat it, tesoro…” Mista began to slowly stroke your cheek, trying to coax you into just having a single bite. You weren’t even sure what he was trying to feed you. You couldn’t see the contents of the bowl that he attempted to hide behind himself.

Afraid to open your mouth to argue with him you simply shook your head, trying to edge yourself from the captor's touch, your eyes looking for any way to escape from having to eat what this stranger is trying to give you.

That seemed to be the breaking point for Mista, you moving away from him - or at least trying.

“What the hell are you even looking at!? I bring you here so no one other than me can look at you- and you- you!” The young man's eyes widen as he suddenly grabs you by your shirt collar. “You have to look at me! Look at me!” A voice that clashed with anger and need echoed throughout the empty room.

The heavy eyes you call your own look, you look at him. The monster that keeps you here. Brows still knitted and upturned though this turn accompanied with the formation of fresh salt water that sits silently waiting for their chance to escape. They look at the beast in front of you in fear, in a desperate attempt to escape his anger.

“You won’t speak, eat or look at me? You ungrateful-” The sudden twinge of metal on cool concrete causes you to squirm as you find a rough, calas hand gripping at your lower jaw.

Legs kicking out in front of you as you crane your neck backwards. However, the feudal attempt of escape made no difference as the beast gritted his teeth.

“Tesoro, please. It doesn’t have to be this rough… I just want you to have a single bite..”

#jjba yandere #jjba self ship #jjba vento auero #jjba #jojo pt 5 #jojo #jojo bizarre adventure #jjba mista #mista #mista x reader #yandere #yandere jjba #yandere mista

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zibiscusloon · 2 years

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Finally finished all the new episodes! Therefore I’m screaming all my thoughts at you guys cause I’m a dumb mess and you guys are the only people who tolerate my gibberish!

Jailbroken

-Oh my poor sweet idiots..

-oh lord they’re trying to escape-

-Let them out of the gay baby jail box! They’ve done nothing wrong! >:(

-I will continue to argue the absurdity of Inkwell Isles justice system. Cupsy & Mugsy steal cookies: jail time. Saltbaker attempts three counts of murder: community service-

-Mugman would make the best of prison-

-Miss Cyclops my beloved 💕

-Mugsy immediately being down to get out when he saw Cuphead get upset was genuinely wholesome 💕 (the two fight a lot this season so I treasure every wholesome moment-)

-They’re happy to be grounded akajshsj lmao-

Charmed and Dangerous

-Boys you ain’t getting those cookies sweeties stop trying

-Chalice! 💛💛💛

-Of course she has a mob after her

-She continues to a master of manipulation. Good for her.

-the Goat-

-they fucking stole his car-

-Hilda!! 💕💕

-Aaaandd they crashed-

-Oh hey! The mob! :D wait that’s bad-

-“Remember when I said I was lying about the angry mob? Well, the funny thing is, I was lying about lying about the angry mob!”

-“And it’s true. Chalice is a lying grifting friend-abandoning thief who-“ well damn Mugsy go off I guess-

-Boo! 👻

A High Seas Adventure!

-This is probably one of my favorites-

-BOYS PUT THOSE SWORDS DOWN OH LORD-

-Brineybeard! :D my favorite simp!

-Y’all are sleeping on “Sweets for me Sweet”, it’s genuinely catchy-

-I strive to be that parrot, sassy lil shit-

-💕💕CALA MARIA 💕💕

-He’s so in love-

-“Cala Marrrria!! Hiiiiii!!”

-“You talk to much.” Her.. her voice 😳

-THEY BROKE HIS FUCKING LEGS-

-Yes! Slay Queen! We live a girl loving being an absolute monster!

-Same Mugsy-

-Briney is respectful and I feel everyone forgets that. Won’t call Cala anything she doesn’t wanna be called.

-Overall I was a huge Calabeard shipper back in like 2017 so this episode really made me happy-

-Mugsy’s a real pirate 💕🥹

Another Brother

-How the hell do they get into town now that I think about it- there’s a hug ass cliff there-

-Protective Mugsy-

-Ew Bowlboy-

-Boys please get along once this season-

-“Chess?!! Without helmets???!!!”

-He.. he wants to.. be.. Cuphead. Stay away from my boy you lil shit-

-Anddd goodbye Bowlboy! You creepy lil shit! (affectionate & derogatory)

Sweet Temptation

-And Cuphead knows no self restraint. Who’s really shocked.

-Mugsy how the hell is your Candy not expired. Also who the fuck eats candy like that-

-Cupsy got the boot 😔

-Hey! Sugarland!

-*gasp* BARONESS!! 💕💕

-She’s cursed? Can we get more of her lord please-

-Lmao Cupsy knows what’s up- I’m genuinely shocked he had enough common sense to know the classic lured to eat candy by some lady who wants to eat me routine-

-Gee. Wonder when these two specific rules will be broken.

-And they’re immediately broken.

-Oh lord she really is deranged-

-My lil gummy and ginger boys 🥺 oh lord don’t eat them-

-Whippet Creampup is genuinely scary what the hell-

-KETTLE NO-

The I Scream Man

-Mugsy faking sick- ..I can’t say shit I’ve done it before.

-“Errands!!” :D

-My boy wants to be a pirate so bad it’s so cute-

-Calamug shippers y’all are winning this episode with his lil crush. Not my cup of tea but good for y’all. ☺️

-Ice Cream Man- (derogatory)

-Imma be honest and say I honestly thought he was Bowlboy disguised to torment Mugman. He has Bowlboy vibes.

-MUGSY PUT THE CONE DOWN-

-Don’t throw sprinkles in my boy’s eyes!! >:v

-Aaaannnd reading ruined.

-DON’T YOU RUN MY BOY OVER- >:V

-His stupid ass hat-

-.. He spoiled the book. KILL HIM-

-Feral Mugman is best Mugman.

Piano Lesson

-Look at my baby 🥹 living his dream- oh it is a dream. Oh.

-My grandpa always sings this old song about crawdads and I may have hummed it the entirety of the episode because they kept showing up-

-Hey Ludwig! He’s an NPC guy! :)

-Bitch how is you’re limo that long-

-Moogman

-My baby is trying his best ok-

-As a former piano student. Yes Mugman. That instrument is actual hell ti get to sound right.

-Hey! Look at Cupsy! My boy doing great- 🥰 MUGMAN NO-

-“What have I told you about using my hedge trimmer’s to mutilate your brother?”

-And more unhinged Mugman-

-Ludwig! You dirty thief! >:V

-Oh lord and he’s fucking dead-

-That moment at the end was genuinely cute-

Release the Demons!

-My other favorite episode 💕

-Honestly I feel Devil on the anger issues- same dude- same-

-Henchman is trying his best-

-“And of course! He couldn’t name twinkle twinkle little star!!!!-“

-And.. they’re all dead-

-Lil baby Cuphead & Mugman- 🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹

-Their lil coats are so cute-

-💕DICE!!💕

-“And then he had this ..sweater! And it was invisible, and impenetrable, and dumb-“

-Dice Henchman friendship?-

-Hey! I like the funny lil round boy! Hope nothing bad happens to him! (I was soon to be wrong-)

-I love how the gate to Hell is just.. there. Anyone in Inkwell Isles can just go through it.

-Dice you gotta get in your work to!

-And he’s a smooth talker like always

-Have I mentioned how cute Cuphead & Mugman are this episode?

-NOOOO!! LIL ROUND BOY!! DICE WHY-

-Devil in a towel Devil in a towel Devil in

-The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?!- 👀

-annndd they want pie.

-Cuphead is (legally) free!! :D (Devil clearly doesn’t care but I’m still happy for my boy)

-Stickler you bold lil shit-

-I’ve actually been wondering if the sweater affected all demons or just the Devil. So this answers my question.

-This episode exists to ruin Devil’s day.

Dead Broke

-Chalice! 💛 my favorite spooky girl!

-ICE CREAM MAN- (double derogatory)

-This plan actually completely works on paper. Just saying.

-Sally Stageplay!! :D she’s rocking her outfit can I just say- slay Queen!

-“Do you have any idea what’s it like to be stuck in the same house as your sibling, day in and day out?” “Yep.” Felt that-

-Feel this is supposed to be a reference to how Chalice kept getting kidnapped by ghosts in the game.

-NO!! MY BABIES ICE CREAM MONEY-

Rat’s All Folks!

-Well damn Elder Kettle what that fly ever do to you-

-Aw they’re making him a cake (oh. It’s so he’ll do something for them. Seems about right.)

-Werner Werman!! The bastard! :D

-“We don’t know that’s how he got in.” “That’s how I got in.”

-Cheeky bastard-

-He ate the cake!! >:V damnit-

-Stop torturing my boys please-

Say Cheese

-Another fight

-AMUSEMENT PARK- MOVIES- AMUSEMENT PARK- MOVIES- AMUSEMENT PARK- MOV-

-Look at them in their dumb lil suits-

-Kettle’s dark origin story-

-OH LORD WHERE’D HE GET A FLAMETHROWER- (He just.. has that in the back of his truck??)

-Guess it’s bully Elder Kettle hours

-Mugman who’s side are you on-

-Kettle put the golf club down-

-I like that bee cop lady-

-Oh my gosh they’re still wanted-

-Shouldn’t the statue of limitation on Kettle’s charges be up?? I don’t know the statue on limitation on arson but he did that in his youth and he’s an ol grandpa now-

-Yeah! Family mugshots! :D

Lost in the Woods

-This whole episode is just the grasshopper and the ant in some way

-Don’t split up- annnddd they split.

-Cupsy just get bullied by wildlife for 14 minutes

-Lil feral Cuphead lil lil feral Cuphead lil fer-

-How the hell did he- Mugsy you should go into real estate! Look how quick you made that cabin!

-Mugsy tries to kill Cuphead this season: Part 2!

-Cuphead’s such a lil gremlin this episode-

The Devil’s Pitchfok

-My other favorite episode! (That also hurts me-)

-It’s a beautiful day in Inkwell Hell! *distant screaming*

-Devil is such a pathetic lil cat man- feel that-

-The writer is- audacious- I mean go off dude write an article dissing the fucking Devil-

-He deserves to have fun! :D burn that city down!

-Mugsy is just the type of older brother who unknowingly embarrasses you-

-Devil & Henchman getting all giddy about Devil’s work is genuinely so wholesome-

-De-Dev you forgot something- andddd he’s gone. This won’t go horribly wrong.

-And they found it- oh lord now there’s fire-

-Mugsy, sweetie, never change.

-Think they’ve just killed people with pasta

-He made Mount Mugmore! 🥹 That’s so cute- oh hi Devil.

-Mugsy & Cupsy bully Devil, part.. uh.. lost track at this point.

-“Goodbye to Cuphead.”

-NOOOOOOOOO!!

-Dude the fucking guilt on his face-

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

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