#teenage tormentors

[batwingsrosa]

Let‘s talk about how Remus Lupin.

Humiliated his colleague.

Who he and his friends had already tormented for years before that.

Who was almost murdered by his friends.

The man who kept his mouth shut for years and did not tell anyone about Remus true nature.

Eventhough he almost died because of it.

The man who never receieved a single fucking apology.

Because, you know.

They were just silly teenage pranks.

Right?

Let‘s talk about how Remus Lupin humiliated his teenage bully victim once more as an adult by encouraging Neville to imagine him in his grandmothers clothing.

In front of the whole class.

Knowing fully well that not a day later every single student in the castle would have heard about it.

And laughed about it.

Let‘s talk about how fucking cruel Remus was towards Severus.

He did it deliberately.

Fully knowing what would happen.

For a laugh.

Just like in the good old days.

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[sugar-grigri]

analyze the ball kicking scene 🫶🏼 (out of joke, love your posts <3)

Yes, even kicking balls has symbolism in Chainsaw Man

You're joking, Anon, but I wanted to do a post about it yesterday, and now you've given me the opportunity. Everything in this chapter is about the symbolism of kicking balls, yes, even the beginning!

Haruka Iseumi flicks through several TV channels, rather blasély, until he comes across a woman whose speech seems to resonate with him, a woman who seems to feel betrayed, disoriented like these teenagers who have been put in danger by an institution that has never seen their good, the church. But this girl only talks about her disappointment following a scandal surrounding over-mediatized stars.

What Haruka is going through right now is disillusionment, believing that his problems would have been taken seriously, his situation as an escaped high school terrorist, would have interested the public. But people prefer not to face up to these kinds of problems; an epidemic of people turned into demons is as commonplace as wars. To avoid jeopardizing personal comfort, people prefer to focus on other problems. Because people literally don't have the balls to face reality.

But contrary to what Haruka thinks, he's not so different: he's also an angst-ridden child who had totally surrendered to his idol, Chainsaw Man, to the point of convincing himself that he was bound to him, even pretending to be him for a semblance of trust. What the chapter seems to show is that Haruka is more down to earth than that girl on TV, but what it really shows is that he's exactly like that girl, but no longer admits it to himself.

No, Haruka, you're not dreaming, or rather you have been until now and now you can't do it anymore.

Because you've reached his idol, you have literally reassembled his image, you've seen the boy you have no interest in behind that reassuring mask.

What this chapter is about is the illusion into which we accept to insert ourselves in order to better resist our fears and existential ills.

Denji doesn't have to exist to shatter the illusions he needs to survive; even his awakening and his speech are too much, as his image no longer matches the one he wears as a universal puppet. He's literally cuter when he's inanimate, because that's what he's made for. At least, that's the only way we accept him. He's made to fill your person, and it's impossible for Chainsaw Man to be a person in his own right.

As proof of this, when Denji wakes up, his first reflex is not to discover that he's complete again, for he exists only to fill others, hence his question to Asa as to where her arm has gone. Unknowingly, Denji has accepted his role.

For Katana Man and Yoru, Chainsaw Man is a goal, a dream to be achieved. Seeing the person behind it, the other half, disturbs them. Considering it might even make them reconsider their choices.

Katana Man has deluded himself into believing that Denji no longer has the heart of a man, that he was his grandfather's tormentor and not the child who was the victim. He needs this revenge to move forward, just as Yoru, as a war demon, needs to fight an unattainable adversary to continue wreaking havoc.

But what's that got to do with it? What does this have to do with beating Denji's balls off?

Who kicked Katana Man in the balls? Aki and Denji. If Chainsaw Man is the metaphor for the comforting illusion of others, Aki is the symbol that revenge (often impossible) is a long-term, survival goal for hearts scarred by resentment. Beating the balls off? The meeting of the two.

When Aki and Denji beat up Katana Man, the illusion of a proud, virile, traditional man who swore by his honor had been shattered. What Katana Man represented to himself and to the readers, this formidable adversary, had been dismantled.

But above all, this was a gentle, more accessible form of revenge, one that would allow us to survive, a way for Aki to avenge Himeno in her own way, without actually avenging her. It's about beating your opponent while admitting you've lost in some way.

Similarly, when Katana Man and Yoru defeat Denji, they lead to a renewed desire to dismantle Chainsaw Man's image. To bring it together as their long-term goal of revenge. But despite this balance of power, this gesture symbolically demonstrates that they are not certain of their victory.

Above all, the important answer in this chapter is once again in the background.

Fami continues to eat undisturbed. She eats all the time, but in this chapter, she seemed almost to be regaining her strength.

Why was that?

Her plan was clear, to make people fear Chainsaw Man as well as the war, to make Yoru and Chainsaw Man champions. But what about the media? They prefer to do what's most profitable, keeping viewers entertained for as long as possible, so that they forget about the real issues.

People prefer to delude themselves, to dream dreams, rather than focus on reality, so will Chainsaw Man and Yoru have their strength increased to the point where they'll be potential opponents for death?

because people are already escaping the fear of death through entertainment, which is even the best champion.

Instead of thinking about our existential crises, we flood our brains with unimportant information.

As the philosopher Pascal would say: "Since men have not been able to cure death, misery and ignorance, they have decided, in order to make themselves happy, not to think about them. Notwithstanding these miseries, he wants to be happy, and only wants to be happy, and cannot not want to be happy".

But let's close this loop of questions: if Chainsaw Man allows this comforting disillusionment, Denji is the opposite, something we refuse to see, if Chainsaw Man is a dream, Denji is reality. Let's get back to our main subject: beating up balls.

When Aki first beat Denji up, he wanted to disgust him enough to prevent him from signing up as a public hunter. Literally, he preferred to spare Denji from reality, by killing the symbol that is Denji (did you miss the headaches I caused?). But when Denji retaliates, to insist that he wants to enlist, it's the other way around: it's the harshness of reality that Denji fully accepts that will prevail over Aki's attempt to protect him.

When Katana Man and Yoru beat Denji's balls off, in reality they're trying to fight the reality of what Chainsaw Man is, this mixture between a boy, reality, and the bloodthirsty enemy, the dream, Chainsaw Man. Beating up Denji is an attempt to avoid the harshness of life. It's that illusion.

So when Denji helped Aki beat up Katana Man, he allowed him to escape his survival mechanisms, his revenge, his illusion, by enjoying the present moment, pure reality. But when Denji defeated Aki, it was also the announcement of the reality of Aki's fate, which would outweigh this illusion - the success of his revenge.

That's why Pochita, the dream and illusion, prevents Denji from opening the door. When Denji sees reality, he can't help opening it. Just as Makima concentrated on her Chainsaw Man dream without seeing reality, Denji right behind it. Just as the dream allows Denji to escape reality, the contract between Denji and Pochita has allowed Denji to become someone else, escaping from himself, himself a victim of the dream without being able to know exactly what he is.

But don't forget, beating the balls off is Denji's tactic.

Why is that? Because no matter how hard you try to escape it, reality will always prevail.

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Cozy Secrets || Chp 2

Character: Spy!Bucky x Roommate!Reader

Summary: Y/N found herself at her high school reunion, accompanied by her unexpected fake boyfriend, who also happened to be a spy.

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Bucky, raised by spy parents, embraced espionage early in life. Constantly moving, he found comfort in blending into diverse surroundings.

His nomadic existence shifted when a mission led him to an apartment owned by Y/N, a hardworking individual who works as an interior designer.

Amidst a stakeout from his ideally located residence, Bucky grew attached, especially during rainy days. He revealed his spy identity to Y/N and confessed he didn't want to move out.

Offering to be her fake boyfriend, he declared, "With my skills, I could impress everyone."

And so, Y/N found herself at her high school reunion, accompanied by her unexpected fake boyfriend, who also happened to be a spy.

*********************

The day of the reunion arrived, and Y/N felt a familiar knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. Even though she had a secret weapon in the form of Bucky, the thought of facing her high school bullies again sent shivers down her spine.

Bucky, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. He had donned a sleek suit, his hair styled to perfection, and he exuded an aura of confidence that Y/N couldn't help but admire.

As they walked into the venue, it was like entering a different world. The once awkward teenagers were now transformed into polished adults, some more successful than others.

Bucky's charm worked its magic as soon as they entered. He effortlessly navigated the social scene, engaging in conversations with old classmates and making new acquaintances. Y/N, initially hesitant, found herself drawn out of her shell by his infectious energy.

As expected, they soon ran into the infamous mean girls. The leader, Tiffany, still sported the same arrogant smirk Y/N remembered. This time, however, Y/N was prepared. With Bucky by her side, she felt a newfound sense of confidence.

"Hey Tiffany," Y/N greeted, her voice surprisingly steady. "This is Bucky, my… boyfriend."

Tiffany's eyes widened in surprise. "Boyfriend? Since when?" she asked, her tone laced with disbelief.

Y/N, summoning all her courage, met Tiffany's gaze directly. "Let's just say we reconnected recently," she replied, a subtle smile on her lips.

Bucky, sensing the tension, stepped forward and extended his hand towards Tiffany. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, his voice charming and smooth.

Tiffany, unable to resist his charm, shook his hand. "The pleasure is mine, Bucky," she replied, her cheeks flushed.

Y/N watched in amusement as Bucky seamlessly played the role of the loving boyfriend. He engaged Tiffany in conversation, asking about her life and career with genuine interest. Y/N couldn't help but be impressed by his acting skills.

As the night progressed, Bucky continued to weave his web of lies, telling elaborate stories about his "exciting" life as a high-profile businessman. (Easy for him to lie).

The other girls, impressed by his fabricated persona, showered him with attention, leaving Y/N to observe in amusement. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction seeing the tables turned on her former tormentor.

However, the act started to wear thin as the night progressed. Bucky, unused to such social interactions, began to lose his composure. He stumbled over his words, and his carefully crafted facade started to crumble.

Fearing things might escalate, Y/N decided it was time to cut their losses. She grabbed Bucky's arm and led him towards the exit.

"Let's go," she whispered. "I think we've had our fun."

Bucky, visibly flustered, agreed. They slipped out of the venue unnoticed, leaving behind the fading sounds of the reunion.

Once outside, they both burst into laughter, the tension of the night finally releasing.

"Wow, that was… intense," Bucky chuckled. "I almost blew my cover a few times there."

Y/N smiled. "You did great, Bucky. Even if it wasn't exactly the truth."

Bucky shrugged. "Well, you never told me you wanted a knight in shining armor, just a date to the reunion."

Y/N couldn't deny that Bucky's presence had boosted her confidence and allowed her to face her past without fear.

**************

Because of his help, Y/N told him that he could stay. As long he never ruined the apartment again. Bucky, relieved to have kept his apartment, was up bright and early the next morning.

The following day, Y/N found Bucky ready to leave. "Don't wait, and try not to miss me too much," he said with a wink. Y/N understand he's going on a mission.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't deny the emptiness after he left. The apartment, once lively with his presence, now felt oddly quiet. As much as she craved peace, she couldn't help but miss the chaos Bucky brought into her life.

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[elryuse]

Hey, can you write a story about yandere Chaeryeong punishes y/n for escaping

PUNISHMENTS

YANDERE CHAERYEONG X MALE READER

The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, a sickening counterpoint to the chirping crickets outside. Y/n, his body trembling like a frightened rabbit, huddled in the corner of the basement, his eyes glued to the crimson trail leading to the lifeless form of his mother.

Chaeryeong, his once-beloved childhood friend, stood over her, a chilling smile playing on her lips. Her once playful eyes, now glinting with a terrifying madness, met his.

"See, Y/n," she chirped, her voice like a warped nursery rhyme, "they just didn't understand our love, did they?"

The memory, a year old now, still sent shivers down Y/n's spine. It had all started innocently enough. Chaeryeong, the girl he used to chase butterflies with, had developed a… fixation on him. It began with small pranks, dead mice left on his doorstep, whispers in the dead of night. Then came the escalating threats, the cryptic messages scrawled on his window, each signed with a single red rose.

His parents, oblivious to the growing darkness in Chaeryeong's eyes, dismissed it as teenage angst. But Y/n knew better. The fear gnawed at him, a constant companion.

The first kill was his father. A "tragic accident" the police called it, a gas leak in the garage. Y/n knew better. He'd seen the glint of a metal pipe in Chaeryeong's hand the night before. Then came his mother, a single, brutal stab wound silencing her screams.

Now, alone in the blood-soaked basement, Y/n felt a primal terror unlike anything he'd ever known.

"Don't worry, Y/n," Chaeryeong knelt before him, her touch sending chills down his spine. "We'll be together forever now. Just you and me."

Forever. The word hung heavy in the air, a chilling promise. Chaeryeong's basement became his prison, the flickering light bulb his only sun. Days bled into nights, punctuated by Chaeryeong's visits. Sometimes she'd be playful, braiding his hair and humming childhood songs in a voice that now sent shivers down his spine. Other times, she'd be a monster, her eyes burning with a terrifying intensity as she recounted the details of his family's demise.

He tried to escape, once. The desperate scramble for the basement door, the sickening thud as Chaeryeong tackled him. The punishment was swift and brutal – a broken leg, set with rusty tools, the agony a constant reminder of his limitations.

Somehow, amidst the horror, a twisted form of normalcy emerged. Chaeryeong meticulously cared for him, cooking him meals, reading him stories, her voice a chilling comfort in the suffocating darkness. She'd decorate the basement with fairy lights and stolen flowers, a pathetic attempt to create a semblance of life.

Y/n, a broken shell of his former self, clung to this twisted affection. It was all he had left. He learned to anticipate her moods, to offer a placating smile when she needed it, to endure the chilling tales of her "art" – other families, chosen at random, their lives snuffed out in Chaeryeong's twisted game of love.

One night, as Chaeryeong recounted the details of her latest victim, a horrifying realization dawned on Y/n. He wasn't just a prisoner; he was an accomplice. His silence, his forced acceptance, was a tacit approval of her monstrous acts.

He looked at Chaeryeong, her face illuminated by the flickering light, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. In that moment, beneath the mask of madness, he saw a flicker of something else – a desperate yearning for love, a love so twisted that it thrived on death and fear.

A choked sob escaped his lips. He was trapped in a nightmare, bound by a love so warped it defied definition. Chaeryeong, his childhood friend, his tormentor, his twisted savior, had become his entire world. Escape seemed like a distant dream, lost in the suffocating darkness of their macabre love story.

The basement, once a place of horror, now felt like a twisted sanctuary. As long as he remained within its confines, Chaeryeong's twisted affection, a chilling mix of love and possession, would keep him safe. Outside, the world continued to spin, oblivious to the monster lurking in its midst and the broken boy forever bound to her.

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[hajihiko]

I’m not any of the anons from before but as a fellow kazuichi fan I’d personally love to hear you talk about why you like him if you feel like it! personally I was first drawn to his character design, I just thought he looked cool, and then the second he opened his mouth and revealed himself as a loser, I loved him like ten times more lol. I know some people think he’s ‘creepy’ but I feel like he keeps enough a distance from Sonia that he’s just a guy with a crush, and also his “don’t you ever just wanna take girls apart and see how their bones work” line lives in my head rent free

Ok well. Sorry dude (genuinely) but I dont think I think of him the way a lotta ppl do. Heres my take sorry if it ruins it

First of all, do I LIKE his character? No. I like what could become of it if handled well, in the future (same with Akane and Sonia and... a lotta characters tbh).

I dont want to gloss over that he was really not cool with Sonia. I DON'T think it was like, a simple silly crush like any other dude would have, I think he WAS inappropriate about it and (most likely completely unbeknownst to him) enforcing things that she genuinely could not stand. He was insecure and took it out on others as well as himself.

These are all character flaws. Every single character has them (some more than others). Fuyuhiko was genuinely a dick (as I have said many times, having anger issues isnt an excuse for the way he talks sometimes), Hiyoko is a bully, Ibuki is insensitive when se gets caught up, Impostor is condescending sometimes, etc. Kazuichi isnt the only one to be a jackass sometimes and t deny it is to deny his character, just as much as reducing him to only that is oversimplifying it.

What I like about Kazuichi is: the design.

(Ok jk but I do enjoy the design a lot)

I like the teenage insecurity. He thinks he wants to be a chick magnet, but gets scared when girls show an interest in him. His ideal woman is basically a barbie doll. He's a little too eager to see his boy bestie naked. He was so excited for a class retreat because he's never had one before. He was so desperate to be cool and tough and not a nerd that he drastically (and no doubt painfully, ow, TEETH) changed his appearance to conform to his Ideal Self, but could not actually change his personality.

He's basically a teenage boy, warts and acne at all, trying so hard to be The That Guy but spectacularly failing. He's actually somewhat of a genius (and the Death Trap stuff hints to him having a lot of repressed turmoil which honestly so true, teenagers whose only outlet is fantasizing about the gory demise of their tormentors, SO TRUE) but he can't SEE that because he wants to be some kind of cool punk frat bro dude. He's so busy living up to some idealized version of himself that he fumbles who he actually is, which if he just took a moment, would be a pretty cool dude. Basically, did you ever discover a cool band and tried to model your entire personality after what you thought those vibes would be? That, but sad.

So yeah, I think he's great at comedic beats, and also has a lot of heart underneath it, but has never been in a place where he can just accept that and let it shine. His last words were basically "here I am, don't forget me!" which like, man, isnt that just relatable teenagerism?

#I dont like how many ppl excuse his behaviour towards Sonia like. It wasnt malicious but it was really insensitive. As a reader who doent- #-know his inner mechanisms it was uncomfortable (you can hc him whatever u want but I'm speaking from just memory no hc). #He made a lot of awkward fumbles and missteps as did a lot of the characters. But to me hes just such a teenage dude #With all the insecurities and sexuality crisis and trying to impress in an environment where he has a chance to (as opposed to.. home.) #not an art #Sorry anon I disagree with you. But u did prompt me to actually talk about this so thanks!

[dmitriene]

𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘳𝘦2 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

❝𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬❞ 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴’ 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

❝𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘❞ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨)

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

College boy Leon Kennedy — The sudden new kid in your class, who came into your life like a shining flash of a star from an overcast college sky, a freshman with a charm that could outshine the sun, his shiny blond hair framing a face that seemed sculpted by the gods themselves, the brightness his azure eyes rivaled the brilliance of his smile, a smile that should have crowned him as a king of the school, but fate decreed otherwise and little did you know that this striking young man would soon become the unfortunate victim of teenage cruelty, a world you traveled more of the year.

Leon Kennedy's first day at Raccoon City College was filled with a whirlwind of unfamiliar faces and imposing hallways, you watched him from afar, noticing how his sunny disposition gradually dimmed as he wandered through the labyrinthine hallways, his eyes betraying the confusion he felt, was it is clear that Leon is not used to unwanted attention, to the subtle whispers that follow him wherever he goes.

You had learned to blend into the background, to avoid attention, which sometimes brings nothing but trouble, with your love of books and quiet corners, you preferred to observe the world from a safe distance, but there was something about Leon’s vulnerability that drew you in, an magnetic attraction you couldn't resist.

College boy Leon Kennedy — That is bullied mercilessly, having his notebooks and notes deliberately knocked out of his hands, forced to pick up scattered papers all over the hallway or classroom floor, and subject to deliberate acts such as knocking a glass of juice onto his jacket or light sweater, soiling and mocking him with the intention only of insulting and harming him, the incessant torment directed at him inevitably drew you into his orbit, igniting a friendship born of your instinct to shield and protect him from those who sought to harm him.

The sight of Leon with a dejected expression on his face, bending over too many times to collect the scattered contents of his bag became a scene that pricked your conscience, every time he fell victim to deliberate pranks and humiliations, your heart sank with sympathy and a fiery flame ignited within you, determination to protect him from merciless cruelty.

At first it was a lonely, passionate defense, a harsh response directed at those who dared mock him, a protective shield standing between Leon and his tormentors, but soon your actions became a shield — a shield that suddenly became a fortress because of his vulnerability.

Leon's eyes reflected a mixture of surprise and gratitude every time you stood up for him, he thanked you repeatedly, his voice tinged with sincere gratitude that tied him to you even more, and your connection deepened when he clung to you, his presence reminiscent the presence of a devoted puppy seeking comfort and protection from your unwavering support.

College boy Leon Kennedy — Who blossomed around you like a snowdrop, slowly revealing himself as a rather fun loving guy, began to show his layers beyond his charming appearance, it wasn't just his outward charm that captivated you, it was his intelligence, dedication to his studies and his wanting to make a significant mark in life as a future police officer, and your shared moments in the library poring over books and notes became the basis of your growing bond.

Leon's dedication to his ambitions was evident in the way he carefully prepared for his classes, his blue eyes shining with determination as he absorbed every bit of information, you found solace in the quiet camaraderie that developed between the two of you, in shared aspirations mixed with laughter and casual teasing.

One of these days, he leaned closer while you were both engrossed in the pages of your textbooks — «You know, i really want to make a difference» admitted Leon in a voice ringing with a mixture of seriousness and determination — «Becoming a police officer has always been my dream»

Your eyes looked up from the pages and met his gaze, a quiet chuckle escaping your lips — «I have no doubt that you will achieve this, Leon, you have the dedication and the heart for it»

His smile became wider, warmth appeared in his eyes — «Do you really believe that?»

A playful twinkle lit your eyes as you teased — «I'd expect an autograph when you're a famous officer, you know»

Leon's laughter echoed through the quiet space of the library, attracting curious glances from nearby students — «Oh, I'll definitely remember that, miss future autograph seeker» he replied, his eyes full of amusement.

He grinned and looked at you with a teasing glint in his eyes, a soft expression on his face — «You know, you're very beautiful when you smile»

A gentle blush colored your cheeks and you playfully poked him in the shoulder — «Smooth, Kennedy, very smooth»

His laugh was infectious, filling the space between you as he pulled away and sighed lightheartedly, the normally quiet library now filled with the echoes of your laughter and teasing banter.

Leon absentmindedly reached for the pencil he was chewing on earlier, a habit of concentration, and you chuckled, playfully moving it away from his lips — «Focus, future officer» you teased, a smile tugging at your lips.

He shook his head, a smirk on his face — «Okay, okay, i'm concentrating, i promise»

College boy Leon Kennedy — Who caught the attention of a girl who was technically the school's queen bee and known for leading a group of bullies, she not only knew of his existence, she actively sought his company, playing the role of an innocent victim in order to lure him in, and you watched with a mixture of concern and reluctance as she clung to him, her actions intended to divert his attention from the insults and ridicule that had become part of his daily life, and it was obvious that she had a hold on him that you couldn't force yourself to intervene, even as a subtle feeling of unease gnawed at your chest.

It was a sunny day, the campus was full of students, Leon, clutching his books to his chest, walked along the path to the library, and a girl known for her striking beauty and cunning intercepted him, feigning innocence and a wide smile.

— «Leon, you really shouldn't pay attention to what they say» she purred, wrapping her arms around his arm, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his forearm — «You're so much better than all of this»

Leon looked at her with a hint of discomfort on his face — «I appreciate it, but i really can handle it»

She continued to approach him, her intentions were unmistakable and obvious — «I know you can, but why go through all this when you might have someone like me by your side? I can make it all go away»

You watched from afar, your heart heavy with a vile feeling, Leon seemed unsure, his gaze darting between her and the ground, his brows furrowed in contemplation.

Over the next few days, the girl's pursuit of Leon intensified, she strategically stood in his way, always ready with a comforting word or a flirtatious smile, her influence over him grew, and it was impossible not to notice the change in his behavior, the once confident Leon somewhat distracted now, his laughter became less frequent, and the time he spent with you became shorter.

One evening, when you were alone in your shared dorm room, you heard the unmistakable sound of familiar laughter outside the window, and when you looked outside, your heart sank when you saw Leon and a girl having a seemingly carefree conversation, and then the anxiety in your chest grew into a constant heaviness.

College boy Leon Kennedy — Who somehow managed to develop a friendly relationship with a girl who was at the center of bullying, unknowingly lending her his help in her studies despite her notorious absence from classes and lack of interest in studying, Leon, always the helping gentleman, happily offered her his support, it was a strange situation given her hidden involvement in the torment he had endured, but still, he remained blissfully unaware of her role in the cruelty that had marred his student life.

As the weeks passed, Leon's willingness to help the girl with her studies evoked a curious mixture of emotions in you, the kindness and generosity he showed could not be denied, but at the same time it was perplexing that he, without knowing it, was offering help to the very source of his suffering, as you watched in silence, your chest weighed down with the secrets resting on your shoulders.

However, Leon's dedication to his studies did not diminish, he continued to frequent the library, and the atmosphere between you was still filled with shared dreams, laughter and camaraderie, it was in these moments that he found solace, away from prying eyes and judgmental whispers that often lurked in corridors.

The girl who once clung to him began to feel his distance, a growing absence that irritated her, her angry glares and mocking remarks intensified when she noticed Leon regularly visiting the library to study with you, her disappointment was palpable , but she remained silent for fear of revealing her true intentions.

One evening, you were deep in conversation with Leon, discussing your dreams and aspirations, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm and it was impossible not to be swayed by his infectious energy.

As the evening progressed, the library became quieter, the atmosphere filled with the soft, warm light of the overhead light — «I've always wanted to help people» admitted Leon, his voice full of determination — «Hopefully, as an officer, i will be able to do it»

You nodded, your admiration for his dedication evident in your eyes — «You have all the qualities you need, Leon, i have no doubt that you will make your dream come true»

His smile was grateful, and the weight of the world seemed to instantly fall from his shoulders — «Thank you for believing in me, you mean a lot to me»

As the moment seemed to deepen, you finally noticed the girl watching you from afar, her eyes filled with a mixture of jealousy and anger, it was obvious that she was still clinging to Leon's attention despite her cunning efforts.

In the days that followed, Leon's help with the girl's studies continued unabated, but his bond with you remained unchanged, it was clear that he treasured the time he spent with you in the library, your shared goals and dreams serving as a source of strength and motivation.

The girl's frustration continued to simmer beneath the surface and her poisonous glares showed her growing dissatisfaction, she couldn't understand why Leon kept studying with you when she needed help.

One evening, when you and Leon were working on a particularly difficult assignment, the library was almost empty, it was an intimate moment, the quiet atmosphere conducive to focused study, Leon's voice was quiet and reassuring as he explained a difficult concept, his eyes glued to the pages of the textbook.

In an unexpected turn of events, the girl approached, her steps unusually hesitant — «Leon, could you help me with this?» she asked, her voice laced with a vile feigned innocence.

Leon turned to her with a warm expression, but with a hint of bewilderment — «Of course i can help you»

You watched this conversation with a knot of worry forming in your chest, Leon's desire to help her was commendable as always, but it was obvious that her intentions were far from sincere.

The girl leaned closer, her fingers lightly touched Leon's hand — «I appreciate your help Leon, you're so much better than all of them»

Leon's anxiety was palpable as he carefully pulled away from her touch — «I'm just trying to help» he replied, his voice crackling with uncertainty.

She continued to press, her proximity became more and more aggressive — «You don't have to be so kind to everyone, just focus on us»

The atmosphere in the library became tense and you couldn't help but feel a surge of defensiveness towards Leon, he was in a situation where his kindness was taken advantage of and it hurt you to see it.

A sigh escaped your lips and you walked up to the girl and Leon — «Leon, it's time for us to get back to study, we have a lot to discuss»

Leon turned to you with a grateful expression, the weight of the situation lifted from his shoulders — «You're right, that's what we're doing, i'll see you later» he told the girl.

She watched with a mixture of irritation and disappointment as Leon followed you back into the office, it was clear that she was not ready to give up on him, but her efforts were not in vain.

College Boy Leon Kennedy — Who was unaware of the dark undercurrent of hatred and humiliation that engulfed you as it all unfolded out of his sight, the torment you began to endure mirrored the trials he had once faced, but there was no consolation for you was waiting, because in this twisted narrative you were shown as the enemy, the very person who made the bullies steal your things, tear up your notes, douse you with water and desecrate your clothes with everything they could find, and the cruel irony was that you still greeted Leon with a smile whenever your paths crossed, as he did not deserve any blame for the merciless torment that befell you, and the burden of the truth weighed heavily on your shoulders, a secret that you did not want to share for fear of being judged and breaking the fragile connection you have built with him.

As weeks progressed and the atmosphere around you became increasingly oppressive, you wandered around campus with a heavy heart, your smile was a façade that hid the turmoil within, the cruelty you faced was merciless, the bullies seemed emboldened by the opportunity to make you a scapegoat.

Leon remained a source of warmth and comfort in your life, your communication with him was a balm for the wounds inflicted by your tormentors, he did not pay attention to the torment that you experienced in his absence, and you could not bring yourself to burden him with your troubles, a connection that you shared was too precious to risk, even though you bore the burden of that secret.

One afternoon you met Leon in the campus courtyard, the atmosphere was filled with the laughter of the fellow other students as you were greeted by his bright smile, sunshine brightening up your days.

— «Hello» he said, his voice painfully warm and inviting — «How's business?»

You faked a smile, there was joy in your voice, hiding the truth — «It's all right, Leon, i'm still studying»

Leon's gaze was kind, his concern was obvious — «I'm always here if you need help»

The sincerity in his voice touched your heart and you nodded in gratitude — «I appreciate it, Leon»

The moments spent with Leon gave you a respite from the relentless torment, the library became your sanctuary, the two of you sought solace in shared dialogues and laughter, in the quiet corners of campus, away from prying eyes and mocking voices, you found moments of peace.

However, the torment continued to mount, the atmosphere around you became increasingly hostile, the bullies seemed determined to break your spirit, to humiliate you with their cruelty, and you felt like a prisoner of your own secret, unable to escape the turmoil that had engulfed your life.

College boy Leon Kennedy — Who stumbled upon the truth by starting to notice the subtle signs that something was wrong in your life, the times you hurriedly wiped away tears in the library, the times you tried to erase invisible stains from your impeccable outfit, and moments where your once easy smile became strained, clouded by the pain hidden in your eyes, the pieces of the puzzle were scattered and waiting for someone to put them together, and it was Leon who finally caught that decisive moment.

The college hallway was full of students, the air was filled with the buzz of conversation and laughter, you stood in the corner clutching something to your chest, your eyes filled with despair as the school bitch, accompanied by a group of her assistants, approached you, their intentions were unmistakable.

Leon's gaze wavered and he followed the direction of your gaze, his instincts honed by past experiences, focusing on the tense scene unfolding before him, he witnessed the relentless attempts of his tormentors to snatch something from your trembling hands.

— «Please, just stop» you begged, your voice breaking as you clung to the precious object.

The atmosphere became tense, and it was at this moment that Leon decided to intervene, his steps led him to the scene of the quarrel, and his presence attracted attention as he stood straight, his blue eyes burning with determination.

College Boy Leon Kennedy — Who had a hidden strength that belied his gentle nature, blow after blow landed on the faces of the bullies, their faces contorted in pain as you looked on in both awe and surprise, the tormentors who once took pleasure in the attack at you, are now subject to Leon's righteous fury.

The college hallway became the scene of reckoning, the atmosphere became tense as the students looked on in shock, the bitch of the school who had played a key role in orchestrating your torment was pushed away from the chaos that unfolded, a mask of fear frozen on her face as she rushed away like a frightened mouse, seeking refuge from the consequences of her actions.

Leon's knuckles were now stained with blood, a stark contrast to the tears that had once welled in your eyes as he continued to protect you, a sense of justice and retribution was in the air, the bullies who had lost more power were forced to face the consequences of their actions.

Finally, it was Leon who called for an end to the confrontation, he turned to the hooligans, his voice bubbling with firmness and determination — «That's enough, you'll leave her alone from now on»

Their faces, bruised and battered, looked at each other and the realization of their actions dawned on them, it was a humiliating moment as they faced the consequences of their cruelty.

The queen bee of the school who had been hiding in the shadows suddenly reappeared, her expression filled with panic as she desperately tried to prevent the situation from escalating further.

— «Please just stop» she begged in a trembling voice — «We're so sorry, okay? We're not going to do that anymore»

Leon's gaze remained unyielding, his resolve unwavering as he wiped his bloody knuckles on his jeans, a testament to the lengths he was willing to go to to protect you — «You will report everything you have done to the principal and publicly apologize to her»

The bullies, now faced with the reality of their actions, reluctantly agreed, finally having to face the consequences of their cruelty.

College boy Leon Kennedy — Who watched as the bullies ran away, including the school's bitch, and their retreat allowed him to turn his attention back to you, as he turned to you, his eyes met yours and he couldn't help but notice the pendant that you clutched throughout the entire ordeal, your shaking hands slowly letting go of the precious necklace as you looked at him with a mixture of fear and vulnerability.

— «I'm so sorry you had to see all this» you apologized, your voice full of regret and unexpected vulnerability — «I didn't want to ruin your relationship with her»

Leon frowned at the mention of the schools queen bee, his concern for you outweighing any hesitation, but without saying a word, he stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms around your trembling body, the pain of the confrontation still fresh and the comfort he offered was a welcome respite.

— «It's not your fault» he whispered in a soft and reassuring voice — «I won't let anyone hurt you, i promise»

He gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, wiping away a lingering tear with his thumb — «Guess you're beautiful not only when you're smile, but even in tears»

And then, in an unexpected turn, Leon leaned down and his lips touched yours with a light touch, the kiss was gentle and filled with unspoken emotions, his smile, warm and sincere, replaced the fear and pain that haunted your eyes as he placed his hand on your tear stained eyes as if protecting you from the severity of the current reality.

You couldn't help but reach for the collar of his button up shirt, a small detail peeking out from under his sweater, it was an unconscious act, an instinctive desire to hold him closer, to draw strength from his presence.

Leon's arms were still wrapped tightly around you and he held you close to him, his heart beating a steady rhythm against your chest, your closeness filled with unspoken understanding, a connection that had deepened through the trials you had faced together.

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this is niche probably but armand 100% watched the original twin peaks when it was airing and then the return when that came out in 2017 and felt a mental breakdown inducing kinship with Laura Palmer. I think if they somehow coexisted they’d get along great, esp Laura and TVA era mortal armand. Both had their lives taken at 17, immortalized supernaturally, both charming well liked teenagers who were also a bit strange and offputting, were repeated csa victims and actively enduring demonic-esc supernatural trauma, sought out pain for pleasure and dangerous relationships to cope, substance abuse, used angelic and Christian imagery as a comfort for what they were going through, semi prophetic/symbolic reoccurring dreams that r very significant to them, existential dread, beautiful big eyes that are wide and unnerving, conflicting relationship with father figure/demonic tormentor, conflicting relationship with religion, conflicting relationship with maturity and childhood, the color Red

#armand #The vampire armand #twin peaks #laura palmer #Tvc #This post is for me and the small amount of people who like both tvc and twin peaks

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I've always got along well with Sammy, though we were nothing alike. He was decent looking, I wasn't. He was athletic and great at sports, I wasn't. The girls were always swooning around him. Not so much around me. He was dumb as a rock, but I wasn't, so he often came to me for help with homework or other things beyond him. I didn't mind. For one he was a genuinely decent guy, but it also gave me some social protection by being "Sammy's friend". I remember one time a few months into the first year when a bunch of seniors started to harass me on the stairs. Just when the bullying was about to pick up steam Sammy walked by, seemingly oblivious to what was going on, and asked me if I had time after school that day. Somehow my tormentors instantly deciphered the complex social structures of teenage school life, and figured out that if a guy that looked like him was my friend, word of my bullying would pass through the echelons of football players, and before the end of the day the senior football team would stuff them into a locker. Perhaps Sammy did what he did to save me without having to embarrass me or the bully squad, but honestly that would probably be too advanced for him.

"Fuck it! I'm too stupid for this shit," he exclaimed, threw his pencil on the table, and stretched his arms behind him while he slumped down as far as he could on the chair in the study room. The T-shirt lifted enough that I could see the faint outline of his "V". He wasn't built bulky, but had an envious swimmer's body that always seemed to be showing square abs, as if he was genetically lacking subcutaneous fat. "Just focus on the simple stuff that will get you to a passing grade and ignore the fancy stuff. A salt is just a positive and negative ion put together." The pencil had continued to slowly roll across the table and fell off the edge in an event that was far more interesting to Sammy than my pep talk. "Don't you wish you could be someone else? Like swapping bodies or some shit?"

Now I was the one with lost concentration, as I looked at the faint treasure trail showing in the gap between his black T-shirt and the top of his Tommy Hilfiger underwear peaking out from his white sweat pants. I could feel my dick stiffening, and not for the first time when alone with Sammy. I still wasn't sure what it meant. Cathy was definitely the hottest in the class, and I got erections all the time with no explanation. "You want mine?" he asked deadpan. Yes! I wanted to yell. All the advantages he had from looking like he did, and he didn't even know it. "Barely used, and probably peaking. The way this shit is going I'll be collecting fucking trash bins right after graduation," he continued.

"There's no one else I'd rather swap with," I said in what I hoped came off as sincere. "Really?" he lit up. Then he made one quick, swooping dive after the pencil and up again into the chair. "So salt are ions?"

The smell of something burning made me wake up fully in mere seconds. I fumbled trying to find the light switch and quickly gave up as I could see the faint light of embers coming from the other side of the room. As fast as I could I jumped out of bed, rushed across the room, stubbed my toe on something, managed to not yell out, and found the switch to a desk lamp in the glow of the embers. It took a moment to adjust to the light, but I could quickly see the fire was contained. On top of the desk was a large clay plate, the kind you put under big flower pots on the porch, and on it were the smoldering remains of paper and what might have been small twigs or something put in a pentagon or whatever that star shape is called.

I didn't understand why someone would put that in my room. Even the desk wasn't mine. As I looked around the room I realized that everything had been replaced. On the floor I could see a lot of trash thrown around, a sweatshirt, comics, a dumbbell, those kinds of things. I limped out to the bathroom, also moved, to have a better look at my foot. After I'd fumbled with the light switch there as well I saw something I hadn't seen before. The mirror was running some fucking filter or something, because in it I looked exactly like Sammy. I didn't even know you could do that. Sammy moved just like me, and to my delight was shirtless. I'd never seen him shirtless before. He had the same white sweatpants on as before, but peeking out was the waistband of his underwear with some incomprehensible writing on it. The last part said "YMMO", so perhaps Japanese. They say weird shit there.

I tried turning off the filter on the mirror, but the touch was broken, so I grabbed my phone. It too had been replaced, but thankfully the fingerprint reader was the same, because I could unlock it. I couldn't find any way of turning it off there either, and all the apps were jumbled.

I must have been really fucking tired because it took me ages to figure out I was the one with a fucking filter. I looked exactly like Sammy. I realized it when I was about to take a piss before going back to bed and saw it wasn't my dick, or body for that matter. I'm sure it's all just Sammy's prank. I have to call him tomorrow and ask him to fix it, so we don't show up like fucking twins. Before going to sleep again I'll have a fap with his dick though.

[morbidology]

Fan Man-yee, a 23-year-old mother, endured a month of unspeakable torment and abuse before meeting her tragic demise. On March 17, 1999, she was forcibly taken from her apartment by Leung Shing-cho and transported to Chan Man-lok's residence on Granville Road in Hong Kong. 

Chan, a loan shark involved in drug manufacturing, held a grudge against Fan for her involvement in a robbery where she stole a wallet containing $4,000 HKD from him. Although she repaid the principal amount plus $10,000 in interest, it failed to satisfy Chan's demands. He insisted on an additional $16,000 in interest, an amount Fan simply could not afford.

The initial plan was to detain Fan in the apartment until she received her social security payment or generated enough money through sex work. However, the moment she crossed the apartment threshold, a nightmarish ordeal of inhuman torture commenced at the hands of Leung, Chan, and another accomplice, Leung Wai-lun. 

Fan endured relentless beatings with fists and water pipes, burning from melted plastic and direct flames. The perpetrators subjected her to the degrading act of being forced to consume urine and feces. They strung her up by her hands on multiple occasions, viciously assaulting her with a table leg or iron bar until her fingers were shattered, and her face was a grotesque mask of blood. The sadistic tormentors would frequently pour chili oil into her wounds, inflicting agonizing pain. 

After enduring a month of unimaginable suffering, Fan tragically succumbed to her horrific injuries. Her lifeless body was dismembered in the bathtub, her flesh stripped away, and her entrails brutally removed. To compound the macabre nature of the case, her decapitated head was boiled and concealed inside a Hello Kitty doll, leading to the grim moniker of "The Hello Kitty Murder."

A month later, a 13-year-old girl who had been groomed by one of the killers turned herself in to the police. Haunted by Fan's ghost, she confessed to her participation in the torture. The relentless presence of Fan's spirit deprived her of sleep, plaguing her with terrifying nightmares. 

Acting on the information provided, authorities discovered Fan's decomposed heart, lungs, liver, and intestines in a bag on the first-floor canopy over Granville Road. In exchange for her testimony and immunity, the teenage girl cooperated with the investigation. 

The trio responsible for Fan's heinous fate were subsequently sentenced to life imprisonment.

#hello kitty murder #true crime #torture

[zeroducks-2]

tell us about the nasty Slade man from TT03

since you guys (and @exhausted-pigeon) asked, here's me talking about iconic Teen Titans 2003 Slade :D

Disclaimer right here. Unlike a lot of fortunate folks, I did not have Teen Titans available to watch back then (I really missed out, especially cause I was in my pre-teen years and that would have been The Perfect Show for me at that point). This means that I only got to watch tt03 recently, therefore these thoughts don't come from someone who holds the show dear as a childhood memory, and who fell in love with it a long time ago, who had their christening to DC stuff through that and yada yada.

I'll therefore discuss tt03 Slade without personal/emotional involvement, and keeping in mind that tt03 is indeed a show intended for a young audience. I'll be adding screenshots for poignancy, so it's going to be a pretty long post :)

End of disclaimer, now onto the good shit.

So, what to say about Slade. Fans have been calling him downright devious, the Teenagers Tormentor, A True Menace To Society, a master manipulator, and a child predator even if there's nothing *too* explicit being that this is a show for kids.

(not that kids being the target audience stopped them showing Slade sleeping with Tara in NTT back in the '80s, but that's a conversation for another time)

Do I think that any of this is true? The answer is essentially yes, I agree with all of the above.

Slade is a very fun character, and his presence dominates the scene every time he's on screen. He's a solid villain, one that feels truly threatening for the protagonists (and not like a forgettable bad guy who can be overpowered with The Power Of Friendship™), and he fits perfectly with the dynamic of the show. He will do the most ridiculous corny things, like materializing at random in a corner of a panoramic wheel cart, while the wheel is in motion, right when Terra and Beast Boy are about to kiss (just to ruin their night basically).

I tried to find a gif cause this scene is too funny but sadly I didn't manage.

But he will also (and mostly) do fucked up shit which people nowadays argue as not belonging in a kid show, like grooming teenagers and/or forcing them to work for him.

His design is also easily iconic, and he's huge in bulk compared to the tiny, slender kid protagonists, adding to the threatening vibe.

I mean look at that Raven's a mushroom compared to him

But he's not a monster - you know he's a human being while you're watching the show, whether you imagine an eyepatch and silver hair like comicbooks!Slade or you picture a completely different kind of face on him, you still know he's just a man... or is he.

The show subtly toys with the idea that Slade might not be human after all. His face is never shown - every single time one of the characters manages to overpower him and unmask him, they find out that they've been fighting against a robot.

This happens after a fight so violent Robin almost dies by falling off a building, and SLADE HIMSELF saves him - reason being more or less "I'm not done kicking your ass". Eventually Robin manages to overpower him, takes off his mask, and lo and behold:

Slade wasn't even there the whole time.

Also, he seems to live in some sort of lab filled with complicated tech and huge gears that spin into nothing. Does this man even need to sleep, eat or drink?

What is this place and how high is the rent

I love what he did with the huge gears it's so ambient

All of this contributes to the threatening, mysterious aura surrounding the character. Which at times can turn into outright terrifying despite the show being relatively lighthearted. Pretty soon the narrative manages to establish the fact that Slade is nearly impossible to beat, that he will do anything to bring down the protagonists (or bring them under his control), and that you can always expect the worst from him.

But the most interesting aspect to discuss is for most people the child predator vibes this character has from his first appearance throughout the entirety of the show. And to whoever says "you can't tell me that they didn't do this intentionally", well, consider two things

1 - Slade in the comicbooks did sleep with a 15yo, in order to use her to bring down the Titans. So like, the fact that he *might* sleep with kids isn't much of a far-fetched hypothesis and 2 - The way he acts goes beyond the average "well this is a kids show of course the villain will act in weird ways towards kids".

Let me expand a little on this second point. When the protagonist of a story is a kid, the villain that will try to hurt/kill them is not automatically a child predator or a child abuser, only because he hurts a kid. In the context of that story it makes sense that the villain will act as if the protag was an adult - the story was created with a young audience in mind, and if other characters treated the protag like a child it would break their immersion.

So is this the case with Slade? Well yes, but actually no. There obviously is a case of "he treats the characters like adults cause it's a kids show" but does he, really? Slade works with the fact that the characters are kids, therefore inexperienced and easy to manipulate. He also wants an apprentice, which necessarily has to be young. In Terra's case, he plays on her insecurities and her need for someone to teach her and guide her. And then there's the way the scenes are directed and the creepiness factor of just how this man interacts with these kids that rightfully puts him in the creep zone, regardless of what exactly the story will show in terms of explicit details.

For this to make more sense I need to make examples, so let's dive in a little deeper starting with Fans Favorite's ... *drumroll* ...

The Apprentice Arc

It starts out with Slade contacting the Titans to tell them that he planted a bomb in the city. Robin, who's already obsessing at the point of waking up drenched in sweat after nightmares where he and Slade beat the shit out of each other, snaps into action to retrieve the trigger of the bomb.

Tis Robin waking up in his "Pepe Silvia" room dedicated to Slade after a nightmare, for your viewing pleasure.

So off the kids go, and while Robin chases Slade, the rest of the team goes try and dismantle the bomb. Slade tosses Robin around for a while, and when Robin manages to grab the remote control, Slade reveals that this is not a remote control because there is no bomb at all - rather, the rest of the Titans have just gotten hit with a laser beam that infected them with nanomachines. Now Robin has to do Slade's bidding and become his apprentice; if he refuses, or disobeys, Slade will use a button to inflict pain and potentially kill the other Titans, thanks to those nanomachines.

These are said nanomachines attached to the Titans' blood cells, conveniently displayed in huge ass screens. I love this scene so much it's so SERIOUS and SO CORNY at the same time lmao.

What ensues is Robin being forced to become Slade's apprentice, dressed in a cute replica of Slade's own suit,

And meanwhile Slade tosses him around either for the funsies or because Robin dares do something he doesn't like. Explicitly saying that he wants Robin to call him "Master". Please go watch the scene, it's 7 seconds long but it conveys EVERYTHING. This mf calls Robin "good boy" in the most condescending way you can ever imagine. Here, click this, I promise you won't be disappointed.

Here's Slade beating up a child for your viewing pleasure.

So at some point Robin is ordered to infiltrate Wayne Enterprise. The Titans try to stop him, Slade pushes for him to fight them, but baby doesn't want to especially when Starfire refuses to engage him. Slade not only starts to torture them with the nanomachines, forcing Robin to shoot them, but when kiddo gets back to him he receives the ass-whooping of his life, followed by this scene:

Here Slade is basically saying "I'm going to put you in your place in a way that will stick", but the scene is conveniently cut by the arrival of the rest of the Titans.

Robin has the idea of infecting himself with the nanomachines, so now if Slade wants to kill them, he has to kill him too. And Slade... tosses away the button, discarding the nanomachines plan on the spot, because the point REALLY was having Robin as an apprentice. If he can't have him, then there's no point.

Then there's Terra's Arc in Season 2, which goes more or less like this:

The Titans meet Terra, a kid their age who's very strong (she can manipulate the earth) but can't perfectly control her own powers. She's very self-conscious about this and when Beast Boy finds out, she begs him not to tell anyone, which he promises.

Soon after she gets singled out by Slade, who corners her and starts poking and prodding about how weak she is, unable to control her powers, and how her "new friends" will soon find out and once they do, they will discard her.

Honestly the fact that he's so big and Terra's itty bitty teeny tiny really adds to the overall creepiness of this scene. They're blocked in a cave underground btw, and to hammer the point home Slade starts tossing her around until she completely freaks out and almost buries herself under the rubble.

Soon after that, Robin deduces by himself that Terra isn't in complete control of her powers, but Terra thinks that Beast Boy snitched on her after promising he wouldn't say anything. Hurt and betrayed she runs away, and guess who she runs to?

As far as I remember, the amount of time Terra spends with Slade is nondescript. But what she says is that he trained her, taught her to not be afraid of her own powers (which is true, she can control her powers now), and gave her a purpose and direction. She comes back and infiltrates the Titans, now being a well groomed little spy, but despite her efforts Slade keeps being abusive and beats the living hell out of her when she comes back to him after a failed mission. He can puppeteer her through the suit she's wearing, but at some point she manages to break free of his control and the arc ends tragically with Terra killing Slade, and herself.

Is this the end of it then? Nuh-huh. Here comes the

Whatever the fuck is happening to Robin Arc

So Slade is dead. But at some point during a fight, Robin starts seeing him and chasing him, getting a mild ass-whoop like he normally would. His teammates are obviously confused but they comply when Robin tells them to go defuse these bombs that Slade planted - only there are no bombs. And it looks like Robin is the only one who can even see Slade.

The situation escalates at the point of Robin having to be strapped to a bed because he was literally killing himself while "fighting Slade", despite being the only one who could see him. Slade himself is the one that frees him from the restraints, and keeps beating him within an inch of his life, at the point that Robin starts begging.

And here we have what's probably the most memorable line of the whole show: "I am the thing that keeps you up at night. I am the evil that haunts every dark corner of your mind. I will never rest and neither will you."

What is happening here in theory is that Robin got dosed with toxic dust coming from Slade's mask, therefore he's seeing things and his brain is in so much stress that he might die from strain (he ends up saving himself by turning on the light). But taking into consideration what happened during the Apprentice arc, it's easy to see parallels with PTSD.

There is actually more. There's Slade being resurrected by Trigon and going rapey on Raven (you've seen the screenshot before) by tearing off her cape, and there's also an epic moment in which Slade goes to hell, WITH ROBIN'S HELP, to retrieve his own body and aid in the fight against Trigon. But I think my point already came across well enough:

Teen Titans 2003 Slade is a fucking creep, and compared to him, NTT Deathstroke is a sweet little lamb who wouldn't hurt a fly. Which is why it is so funny to me when people claim tt03 Slade is "better cause he never slept with a teenager" - Boy oh boy, you might have not seen it on screen but the subtext is clear as day.

This man has no moral code, no bounds (other than what the PG rating of the show will place on him) and not an ounce of humanity. I don't need to see no scene with half naked kids smoking cigarettes with only a bathrobe as clothing (like this one) to know what this man did.

#long post #Slade #teen titans 2003 #my asks #thank you for asking folks it was my pleasure to talk about this horrible horrible man #they don't make villains like these anymore #and to be honest they never did before #Slade is one of a kind

[teabutmakeitazure]

Congrats on 700 followers!! I forgot to send in an ask when I first saw the post T^T but it's 100% well deserved <3 (1k when?XD). Your works always feel well thought out and I really love your writing style! Thank you so much for sharing your works with the world!!!! uu

Now, for the request thingy I thought, “I’m the only thing keeping you safe from this filthy, disgusting world.” - with our fav boy Childe? 👀

Hopefully, the prompt is able to bring you an idea :D (and hopefully I requested this correctly DX) Have a nice day Zuri!!!!

Masochism and sadism go hand in hand with Childe. It makes sense. He likes a good fight, relishes it even. The nonchalance he has when discussing a particularly brutal showdown he recently had should have been the most obvious red flag, but you brushed it off as some kind of weird warrior thing.

You were terribly wrong.

Despite the rough and ragged exterior, he's soft and more... 'puppy-like' on the inside. That's what kept you with him. You had a morbid curiosity to dissect him and learn about what makes him this way, why he's so two faced and why he's so terribly intent on domesticity despite his everyday life.

That should've been another red flag, but you don't know better, do you? In attempt to get to know him better, you had accepted his invitation to have dinner at his house. It was an enjoyable evening. You were given a glimpse of his teenage years in the form of the story of how he joined the Fatui and felt some kind of sympathy for him.

It would be wrong to call that feeling love. If anything, it was just you feeling better about yourself. Seeing people like him makes you realise that your life hasn't been all that bad being from a Liyue village and all. Maybe it's the fact that he's still alive and well that draws you to him. Even after going through so much - evident of the scars that peek through his clothing - he still tries and tries.

So now that he's confessed and you've turned him down, you're getting a hint of the sadism that he enjoys.

Taunts are all you're getting. Open windows, an unlocked door, a letter neatly folded letter left on your bed and the lack of his explicit presence but the ever looming shadow that apparently haunts you like a ghost.

You were fired today.

And that letter - that damned letter - is asking if you'd finally like to accept him.

Maybe satiating your curiosity was a bad idea. Maybe you shouldn't have thought of another person as some kind of study material, as some kind of solace for yourself. Maybe this is how the archons punish you for thinking so.

After gathering your bearings, you rush back out the door and stomp to his residence. The guards hadn't asked you anything, simply letting you go as you please, and you take it as another taunt. He's messing with you, that much is evident.

Even his main door was unlocked. It's almost as if he was expecting you.

And expecting you he was because he's leisurely sat on the sofa with his burgundy shirt unbuttoned as he casually twirls a blade in his hand.

"What the hell is this?"

Your tormentor tilts his head, side eying you before a smile stretches on his face.

"Why, good evening to you too." His voice, smooth and confident, annoys you to the core. "I was waiting for you to come visit."

"Childe, I already said no. I'm not interested in a relationship with you."

There it is. That wide eyed smile that clearly shows he's anything but right in the head.

A gaze that's cold as ice greets you when he turns to completely face you, blade now left on the sofa. His lips part to speak and you almost consider walking away.

"I'm the only thing keeping you safe from this filthy, disgusting world. Do you really want to throw that away? Throw away all the comfort that I can and will give you? Would you rather go out there and let those bastards satisfy their dirty eyes with your presence?"

You take a step forward, but he stands up. Barefoot, he slowly makes way towards you, grabbing your face like you're about to run away.

"I'll keep you safe, [Name]. I'll protect you."

Grabbing his wrists, you remove his hands with a scoff. "I already told you. Leave me alone."

He doesn't say anything. He simply smiles when you move to the door, chuckling when you can't open it. You get another glimpse of his sadism when he grabs your shoulders, breathing down your neck. Maybe you shouldn't have pitied him. Maybe you should've feared him instead.

#genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #genshin impact imagines #yandere genshin x reader #yandere childe x reader #yandere childe #tartaglia x reader #yandere tartaglia #yandere tartaglia x reader #AzureTea requests

[girlactionfigure]

WITH EYES FULL HORROR Thoughts on the Hamas massacre of Jews

I deliberated on whether to write this. It seems obvious to me that in times of war we should abstain from things that can demoralise and immobilise. But on reflection I don’t think it does that. As our greatest warrior was also our greatest poet, King David, I think we are a people uniquely constituted to be tough and soulful at the same time. We’ve seen a lot of horrific footage from the massacre perpetuated by Hamas. It is not weakness to have tears - it is holy. God forbid we should become unfeeling, numb bastards that engage in the kind of butchery these Islamic fundamentalists celebrate. They will think it’s a victory that they have caused us pain. They will whoop and halloo and bear their teeth in wicked, wolfish grins to see us suffer and think we are weak. Oh, how pitiful is their blindness to the depths of experience life has to offer. They will never understand we are the people who turn every curse into a blessing and that there is no horror we can’t walk through in utter confidence a better time will come.

So I am going to write this. 

At the same time, if we each process an ounce of trauma here and there, we’ll be able to get on with the task in hand - defeating our enemies - whilst keeping our heads in a relatively good enough shape to get the job done.

So I tried to avoid seeing grisly footage from the massacre. I wouldn’t open any videos. I’d squint my eyes and scroll past photos. I thought to myself that I know something horrific has happened - seeing specific imagery is not going to enhance my intellectual or emotional insight. I’d obviously get glimpses of nightmarish forms. Barbecued people. Deformed anatomy of twisted girls. But I wouldn’t focus. They were blurred glimpses of horror I kept in a fog so that I could try to shield myself from trauma. But of course it seeps in. And you inevitably see more than you intended. And you inevitably watch more than you should. In the end I saw the dead bodies. And I saw some of the horrors real people endured.

My grandma died earlier this week and her funeral is tomorrow. I haven’t really been able to connect with my sadness over that because of everything that has happened - the crisis that has demanded action and the saturation of hellish crimes that have accompanied it. I’m just low level pissed off and can’t be bothered with anyone. I just took a shower and started crying as images I’ve seen this week emerged in the mist of my mind. But it wasn’t the imagery of dead bodies. It wasn’t the imagery of corpses. It was the imagery that has really haunted me. More than dead bodies, what has really haunted me were the images of living people experiencing fear. People whose souls were still in their body and who wanted to live. It was their faces. And above all their eyes. There’s one video of teenagers at a music concert huddled in a bunker with shot children groaning on the floor. A young man films with his phone. Why? Instinct? Believing he was going to die and that people must know? To try and make a nightmare less real by watching it through a screen? And then we see his face. I’ve never seen such eyes. I have never seen such eyes. No creature should know such fear. Another video sees a hostage tied up on the floor gazing at his tormentors. And his eyes. The widest eyes that could swallow the stars.

These are eyes I never want to see again. I never want to see those eyes. But they’re inside my head looking at me tonight. I don’t know how to pray, to wish, to magic away their fear. I can’t abide their fear. I can’t abide their fear. For the love of God, fill those eyes with everything they’ve ever dreamed of and everything their family have ever dreamed of for them and turn that fear into a speck so small it is blown away on the wind beyond the ocean and never found again.

I can’t imagine what those eyes were seeing. But in those eyes I could see the swirling fear of every sin that has been committed since Cain killed Abel. These were eyes gazing at every horror that’s taken place under the sun.

My eyes are dripping as I write this. No amount of tears will cleanse away what we have seen. 

Oh God, what they did to them. What they did to them. 

There has never been a more necessary mission for the Jewish people than to destroy Hamas - and anyone who seeks to hurt us - so that no eyes will ever hold such fear again.

LEE KERN

#Israel #Hamas Terror #Lee Kern

[bigification]

Road Rage - Male TF

Ray was your typical young American man. The only interesting thing he had left in his life was his love for the gym, and even then, calling that interesting is a stretch. His small stature in high school made him a target, so a gym habit initially formed out of insecurity. By the time he graduated college, he had grown enough to look average, but was still quite small for a man going to the gym as much as he did.

Just like every morning before, Ray hopped in his car and drove off to his morning gym routine. Unfortunately for him, this routine often clashed with a nearby school. Giving him often encounters with reckless teenage drivers rushing late to school. This morning was one of those mornings. From our of nowhere, a minivan rapidly approaching from behind. Quickly catching up to Ray's car and tailgating him for a moment, before swerving around him and cutting him off. Pissed off, Ray stays on their tail until the next red light, where he pulls up beside them. He looks over to see the van packed tight like a clown car, full of high schoolers. "Shocker" Ray says to himself in a sarcastic tone. The memories of high jocks flood his mind, noticing that the guys in the van look exactly like his tormentors from high school. This only elevated his anger. He had time to spare, so his rage kicked in and the only thing on his mind was pretty revenge. He spent the next few minutes doing everything he could to fuck with those 'entitled pricks' in his words. He could feel the anger and impatience build in the vehicle, and it felt good.

He pulled up on a red light as the van pulled up beside him. Ray gave a satisfied smirk as he looked over to see an angry van of high schoolers. As he did so, the guy in the passenger seat of the van rolled down his window. Ray hopped on the opportunity to get a witty remark and rolled down his window too. Before he could get a word in however, one of the boys threw a dart through the window, hitting Ray in his shoulder. "Take this Fatboy!" One of the boys yelled as they sped off through the red light. Ray pulled out the dart with a pained grunt and threw it in the passenger seat. "What the fuck was that?" Ray remarked while waiting at the red light, "and why did they call me Fatboy, I'm not that fat am I?" Ray said as he looked down at his flat stomach. "Nah, they're just assholes." He reassured himself.

Ray continued his morning commute, confused at the interaction that just happened. But the feeling began to fade as a new feeling grew... in his stomach. "Damn, why am I so hungry? I just had breakfast, didn't I?" Ray thought to himself as his memory became hazy. Unbeknownst to him, hunger wasn't the only thing causing the tightness in his stomach. A small round bump formed under his shirt where a flat stomach was only minutes ago. The hunger grew as his mind continued to slip, he even instinctively scratched his stomach, too out of it to realize the softness he felt as he scratched. He began to uncomfortably shift around in his seat as his ass grew and his torso widened. He admired his growing biceps as he rested his arm on the open window, not noticing the new layer of fat hanging from his arm. His gut continued to grow out of control, what started as just a small bump was now a very visible pot belly that made his shirt ride up. His pecs also began to puff out, still keeping their form, just bigger and slightly more round.

Ray began to feel hot, despite the fact that the window was open. He checked the mirror in case anything was off, "Oh, that's the problem, I must have forgotten to shave this morning." Ray said to himself as he looked at his full beard and mustache in the mirror. What he had forgotten was that he had shaved that morning, and a beard that normally took him a week to grow had sprouted in minutes. Something else caught his attention however, "Huh, the mirror must be warped." Ray said as he looked at his chubby cheeks and large body. He quickly flipped up the mirror and moved on. His body wasn't done though. Fat continued to pile onto his unsuspecting body, every part of his body growing bigger and bigger by the second. A look of confusion took over his face as a sensation pressed on his stomach. He looked down to see the steering wheel pressing on his gut, "Huh, I don't remember ever moving my chair up." He said still oblivious to the physical state of his body. He shifted his chair back to a conformable position.

Almost like habit, Ray lifted his arm from the window and laid his hand on his gut, giving it a nice rub. "Man why am I so hungry?" He said as his stomach groaned. His stomach continued to grow beyond normalcy, a once very fit young man had now outgrown most dad's beer bellies. His chest was now far from being called pecs, now being confidently considered man boobs, even being very visible through his tiny shirt. His sleeves have grown tight around his puffy, I mean large biceps. His perspective had raised a couple of inches due to the immense amount of fat flooding into his ass, unfortunately for his shorts however, they could not contain his new heft, leaving a large crack exposed on his lower back. Even the front of his shorts were struggling, being extremely tight around his thickened thighs and the large bulge that formed between them. Even his face had changed nearly beyond recognition, a chinstrap beard covered his nonexistent jawline and his chubby cheeks rounded out his once defined face.

Ray adjusted his seatbelt, slotting on top of his gut but under his right noob, flinching slightly as it rubbed past his nipple. By now, his shirt had ridden up nearly to his chest as his mountainous gut spilled out onto his lap. This made it easy for Ray to pull his shirt up past his chest to rub his swollen and sensitive nipples, all while still driving to... still driving to... it seems he can't remember. Well he'll figure it out eventually. "Man I really need to shave, I don't remember it being this bad this morning." Ray said to himself as he tried to look down, partially being hindered by the layer of fat that now layed on his chest. His hand began to wander from his nipples, exploring the forest that grew all over his chest and stomach, then down around his gut and to the bulge in his shorts. Releasing it as it sprung up into the soft underside of his belly. "Oooh" Ray moaned as he shuffled in his seat. "Almost there." He whispered to himself as he slapped his gut, sending a ripple through it. That's right, that's why he left the house in the first place, he's on his way to McDonald's for breakfast, always a man of habit.

Soon after, Ray pulled up to the McDonald's parking lot and drove into the drive through. He quickly attempted to pull his M sized shirt over his 3XL sized gut to no avail, not even covering the top half of his hairy gut. "Two mcgriddle meals with 4 extra hash browns please." Ray stated in a deep baritone voice, "keep it small this morning, I think other people are starting to think you're letting yourself go." He whispered to himself as he continued to rub his stomach. He pulls up to the window to see a massive guy holding out a debit machine. "Who were those teenagers calling fat anyway, that's fat!" He thinks to himself while looking at the cashier, a cashier not much larger than himself mind you.

A few minutes later, Ray was parked in the parking lot stuffing his face with morning appropriate junk food while sensually rubbing his gut. Suddenly laughter erupts from the parking lot, he turns to see the van full of teenagers laughing at him. In response, Ray flips them the bird, showing off his fat stuffed sausage fingers as they drive away. "What do they know anyway." Ray says with a mouth full of hash brown.

"Oh, I can't wait for lunch." BUUUUURRRRAAAPP roars out of Ray's mouth as he drives home. "I wonder if there's anymore." He says as he shuffled through the empty wrappers in the passenger seat. "What the hell!" Ray yells as he pricks' his finger on something. "That's a weird lookin dart." He said while looked at a dart with an almost empty vile in it. "Gainer." He reads off the label on the dart. He looks at the green liquid seeping out of the dart before, then at the green liquid covering the prick on his finger. He quickly brushes it off, continuing to drive home.

"Why am I so hungry, didn't I just eat." Ray says as he rubs his growing gut.

[thestobingirlie]

Not trying to argue bc I agree with you on most ST things but Tommy and Carol might not be bullies in the way that Billy is or the way the 80s archetype of a bully even is, but they were definitely kinda mean kids in the stereotypical kind of way that popular kids in high school are.

In the early seasons this is supposed to be a cool clique; Tommy, Carol, Nicole, and Steve. And while they’re not outright bullying people left and right, they’re also not nice to people they think are weird or who they don’t like. We saw how they treated Nancy, how they reacted to Jonathan putting up missing flyers for Will at school, how they almost annoyed and disinterested they were in Barb just for being there with Nancy, they’re not nice people.

Steve is the one who actively tries to be better after being such an asshole alongside that clique all of season 1 but there’s nothing to indicate that Tommy or Carol at least (Nicole seemed more like a side character of their group) weren’t bullies. They both have Mean Popular Girl Energy down pat.

By season 2 we see how they treat Steve after he told them off to go be with Nancy and we see how quickly they cling to and fawn over Billy, the new popular bully in town.

And I’m not saying Tommy and Carol are evil irredeemable people, they were just mean cliquey high schoolers.

oh yeah they’re absolutely cunts. they’ll chat shit about all their classmates all day. but, imo, they aren’t bullies. or at least, we don’t see them bully anyone, and there’s no evidence to support it. i suppose like you said, there isn’t any evidence to say otherwise either, other than that steve was friends with them.

steve wasn’t the best person prior to s1, he was a dickhead teenager. but i don’t believe he would’ve been friends with people that just bully everyone all day. the steve we see throughout the show lived in s1 steve, he just shoved it down.

but like you said, there is a reason steve ditched them at the end of s1 and that’s because they’re assholes! steve wants to care, about nancy, about jonathan in a way, about the consequences of his actions. and he thinks carol and tommy will hold him back. which, as we saw, they probably would’ve!

but asshole teenagers who make inappropriate jokes about classmates killing their brothers doesn’t automatically link to them verbally or physically abusing anyone. they’re not good people, but i don’t think they were anyone’s tormentors.

(and with the billy argument, i’ll defend them in that which is tommy is only friends with billy at the beginning of s2. when he isn’t really showcasing any bully behaviour. and we don’t see any mention of tommy and billy being friends in s3)

#steve harrington #tommy hagan #carol perkins #mean girls trio #stranger things #asks #anon

[dark-mnjiro]

run :: hanma shuji one shot

author's note: please read with EXTREME caution. this is extreme dark content - as I've wanted to write a fic loosely based around some of my favorite slasher horror movies - and hanma seems to be one of the best suited for this role. if noncon/dark content is not your jam - please do not read this... and just wait for some of my other works because... yeah, HAPPY HALLOWEEN <3

warning: hanma shuji x afab!reader, dark content, extreme noncon, knifeplay, implied murder, stalking, yandere!hanma, noncon sex, choking, spanking, explicit sexual content, slut shaming, explicit language, serial killer behavior, home invasion, unprotected sex, ex-boyfriend!hanma, loosely based on scream/ghostface.

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Wrapping the blanket tighter around your body, you shuddered at the thunder echoing outside as the rain began pounding against your house. It was almost midnight and the last of the trick-or-treaters had finally ceased. A sigh fell from your lips as you cut on the television. What a long night of screaming children and bratty teenagers with no business being out trying to get candy…

A familiar jingle began playing before realizing it was your cell phone going off. You grabbed it off the end table before confusion filled your eyes. “Unknown?” you questioned before making a face that your friends were probably trying to prank you on the spookiest holiday. Your finger slid over the answer button before a hasty “hello” left your lips.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

You froze in place realizing you didn’t recognize the voice. “...who is this?” It sounded…distorted.

“Ahh ahh ahh,” he tutted. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Is this some sort of a prank?” you snapped. “Stop calling me.” And with that, you ended the call before letting go of the breath you were holding. Stupid kids, playing stupid pranks it seemed. Rubbing your eyes, you were about to set your phone down before it started going off again. Another unknown caller…

Against your better judgment, you answered again. “Hello?”

“Didn’t your mother teach you that hanging up is rude?”

It was the same voice as before.

“Who is this?”

“A friend,” he replied. 

“A friend would tell me who they were,” you replied, standing up from the couch. You tossed the blanket onto the couch before walking into the kitchen. “What do you want?”

“Just to talk.”

“Talk?” you repeated, confused. “About what?

“Anything.”

You weren’t sure you understood what he meant or why he continued to call. “Just… just leave me alone.”

“Oh no, no, no,” he cooed. “Why would I do that when I’m so close to you already?”

“Oh yeah?”

“…yeah.”

You were growing tired of this joke. Anoted, you huffed. “Then what am I doing now?” you taunted as you raised your middle finger into the air. “Come on. Tell me.” 

“Didn’t your mother teach you to lock the back door?”

Your eyes went wide as you dropped the phone and rushed toward the back door and found it wide open. How? Why was this happening? Your eyes darted to the counter, praying there was a weapon well within reach. 

“…too slow.”

Your eyes widened again before turning around and seeing what seemed to be your tormentor towering over you. An obscure black and white mask seemed to hide his face as you took a couple of steps back away from him. He merely chuckled before his hand shot out and encircled your throat, squeezing tightly. Your hand came up to grasp his wrist, trying to pry him off in a panic while you attempted to struggle. But his strength was far too great as he pushed you against the island in your kitchen. 

“W-what? Who are you?!” 

“I told you,” he whispered. “A friend.”

The mask finally came off, revealing golden eyes that to your horror recognized immediately. “No… no. Get out of here,” you shouted. “You’re not supposed to be here!”

His laughter sent shivers down your spine before feeling a cold blade replace where his hand had been. How could you have been so stupid? You should have known that he would lurk, that a breakup wouldn’t keep him away forever. 

“Shuji. Please… just let me go.” 

The blade of the knife ran along the flesh of your neck before moving down your body. It slipped under your top before Hanma tugged it, cutting open your top. A strangled cry of fear left your lips before you tried to struggle again. The knife once again returns to your throat, forcing you to freeze. 

“Stop moving,” he said, gently. “Or this will hurt much worse…”

He tugged off your bra before turning you away from him. His hand slipped down to the zipper of your jeans before slowly tugging the zipper down and then pushing your pants to your knees. He slipped the knife under the side of your underwear before cutting it off your body. 

The fact that your ex-boyfriend had managed to sneak into your home, undetected, and still managed to torment you in the process… seemed like a mystery. You tightly shut your eyes, praying this would end quickly as you heard the familiar sound of his belt unbuckling from behind you. 

“Your mine,” he whispered as the knife resumed its place at your neck. “You know that right?”

You offered a weak nod, praying that agreeing with him would perhaps make these next few moments even just a fraction less painful. His hand moved to your hip, still keeping the blade pressed close to your throat before feeling his length push into you. A loud cry of pain moved past your lips as your hands attempted to brace yourself against the counter. 

Gentle was never in Hanma’s vocabulary and in this situation, you knew he wouldn’t take pity on you. Tears brimmed at the corner of your eyes as you tried to keep the focus on your surroundings, cursing to yourself as you felt your body beginning to betray you. “That’s right,” he cooed. “Creaming around my cock just like you used to, huh?”

His comments only seemed to make you feel more nauseous as his thrusts became more and more erratic. You could feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix while his hand against your throat merely tightened. Your airflow was restricted further, and you felt your vision beginning to blur. You were sure you would pass out if he didn’t let go soon…

“Shu-!”

“Shut the fuck up,” he ordered before smacking your ass, earning a small cry from you, and hiking your leg onto the counter. 

“I can’t breath-!”

His grip only tightened causing your body to tense. A low groan rumbled from his throat as he felt your walls tense up around his length. He leaned over your shoulder. “Yeah? Can’t breathe?” He teased into your ear. “You fucking love that don’t you? Fucking clenching around me like that? Fucking whore.” His breath tickled against your ear as your hands tried to come up and pry his grip off of your throat. Spots begin appearing in your vision as fear starts mounting in the back of your mind. His nails began digging into the delicate flesh of your neck, forcing you to wince as you continued to claw at his arm. 

“If I can’t have you—nnngh,” he said before a groan interrupted his statement. His hips stuttered, and you grimaced, knowing he was close to his edge. “…if I can’t have you, you little fucking slut…” he managed to continue in between his moans as his thrusts became more and more erratic before you let out a strangled cry of pain, feeling him push his length further into you and finally filling you with his cum. 

His hand disappeared from your throat, urging you to gasp for air. Panting, you lay against the counter, thankful that the assault was over. Another wince moved past your lips as you felt him pull out. Tears began beading at the corner of your eyes, praying he would just leave. Using what was left of your strength, you managed to force yourself off the counter as your body shook in terror. 

“Ah ah.”

You froze. 

Why was he still here?

“If I can’t have you,” he repeated, holding up the knife again. “No one will…” His golden eyes filled with a crazed look as the color drained from your face. 

“Shuji…wait.”

“Run.”

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[watsondcsj]

SINSON IS JON KENT

Not metaphorically. Not philosophically. Canonically. Solicits dropped last week, and to my dismay, the description of Sinister Sons #6 mentioned no addition of a third kid joining the story as I had surmised previously. It took me a bit to figure out what it meant, but we got there. I have been convinced since March 2022 that DC was eventually going to pull the old switcheroo and reinstate the better™️ Jon Kent into the main canon after Tomasi's Superman & Robin Special gave us a really strange and kinda stilted adventure of Jon and Damian in the Fortress of Solitude. That book took me two months to figure out what it was saying: two versions of Jon Kent were coming. I didn't know when. I didn't know how, but I knew this promise would be upheld.

1. Vibe Check

Ever since Bendis was on the outs in 2020, DC has hinted very un-subtlely that everything he and Dan DiDio had planned was going out of the window from Drake to 5G. Super Sons megafans might remember that one time Bendis tweeted that your favorite comics were ass and the upcoming Legion book was the second coming of Christ. They might also remember that Challenge of the Super Sons opens with an inside joke mocking that very same tweet.

But Tomasi wasn't alone. Bendis himself would bemoan the future in his Justice League run, implying that nothing he had planned would come to pass.

The wheels of change were turning even back in 2020/2022. I was so confident in this that I wrote a gigantic essay (that I won an award for) before Dark Crisis had released, and I listed all of this out and much more before. At the time, I was convinced that we'd have two Jons by the time Dark Crisis ended. Alas, it's two years later, and no such luck. I still stand by the premise of that essay; that Superman: Son of Kal-El was an apology to readers for mistreating a fan-favorite character. I was incorrect in my assumption that the teenager Jon Kent we'd been told was the same one that had left Earth with Jor-El in Bendis's Man of Steel mini was actually the New 52 Superboy or his original, Jonathan Lane Kent. Although we have yet to be told his full name since Bendis essentially became the DC Comics showrunner, we are still supposed to assume our newest Superman is Jonathan Samuel Kent, but I know better. He's not the Jon born during Convergence. Son of Kal-El showed us he was born in the Fortress of Solitude like they showed off in Superman Reborn, not the Flashpoint Batcave. It's important to distinguish that these two are different and distinct characters. Really, the fact that Zod's son Lor hasn't found himself aged to match the newest Superman gives me suspicion enough that something is up.

2. "Last we left off..." - Matthew Mercer

Since I published my essay, Jon has been busy. He got his dad back. He announced he was going steady with his boyfriend to the entire world. He got his secret identity back. He went to another Earth to fight his tormentor of five years. Everything's coming up Milhouse for Jon.

And I'm bored.

Jon hasn't done anything self-motivated for what seems like years. No, it literally has been years. His boyfriend came to him and instigated their relationship. He didn't do anything to get Clark back. He didn't do anything to resolve anything with Ultraman. He left the man who brought him to that Earth in the Phantom Zone and was cross-faded back to his own after waggling his finger disapprovingly at the Injustice version of Clark. His scrappy impishness has left. His devil-may-care attitude towards his own safety is gone. Thankfully, Dan Jurgens and Lee Weeks made a sequel series to their mini that introduced Jon in the back-ups of Action Comics.

Lois & Clark: Doom Rising is in many ways Jurgens and Weeks' response to Brian Bendis' Superman stories. Set some time before the Kents moved back to Metropolis and well before his fateful encounter with Jor-El, Jon is approached by a mysterious space person who asks him to join them as they go into the cosmos to right wrongs, but instead of sitting idly as it became clear his life was in danger, Jon attempts an escape. Clark is kept occupied by a big bruiser so he can't come to Jon's rescue, but with Lois' help (incontrast to the complacency Bendis wrote for her) Clark eventually takes chase to rescue their boy. I got a lot of joy from that story. It also gave me another reason to believe my theory was still valid. After crash landing, Jon rescues his fellow survivor from the fiery wreckage but is severely burned in the process. I ask you: How can a boy who spent five entire years in a volcano prison leave unscathed if mere fire messed up his arms? (I'd also like to ask Bendis how his power of flight was sapped immediately under the volcanic ash plume but remained invulnerable for all five years, but I digress.)

The mini also ends on a line fit for canned laughter to follow as Jon says, "Awesome! Maybe I should get kidnapped more often!" in response to getting bacon and pancakes for breakfast as he returns home. They knew what they were doing. I admit that on its own, these things may not be indicative of anything. It may be the whims of Jon's creators to let off some steam and DC's corporate offices obliging, knowing there is an audience for the younger Jon Kent. Or that's what I would have said if the other story DC published starring the older Jon Kent didn't have a few nuggets of its own.

Tom Taylor wrote Adventures of Superman Jon Kent as a kind of epilogue to Superman Son of Kal-El to mixed reception to put it lightly. I'm not here to talk about the climax of the final issue as tempting, as that may be. Instead, I want to focus on the beginning when Jon is in the company of Val-Zod, the Superman of Earth-2. Jon states that he knows that Val is from another Earth because he can see the differences in his molecular structure. I believe this is a useful tidbit for later when Jon needs to identify his double is not from a different Earth than his. Then when they get to the Earth they've tracked Ultraman in response to Jon asking why they needed him specifically and not any other Jon in the multiverse, Val says that time is a constant across the multiverse which calls into question how Jon was thrown backward in time to an Earth-3 with a Crime Syndicate that the audience had seen die. Then, as if to disperse any lingering theory that Jon may be the son of Ultraman and not a true son of Clark Kent, Tom has Jon say, "I was never your Jon!" Finally, near the end of issue 5, Jon says he's been practicing sneaking up on Damian for years (plural) while holding the Lasso of Truth when he should only have had a single year between meeting Damian and getting lost in the vastness of space. Another potential plot hole if this were the same Jon that we knew before, which I hope to have convinced you at this point that he's not.

3. Pavlov's Orphan

And now to substantiate my Sinson claim. I suppose all of my previous theories have been fueled by vibes, but this more than the others feels that way, yet it feels the most salient. So, who is Sinson? He thinks he's the abandoned son of Thaal Sinestro left on some rock out in space. That's probably not true, just based on how much we've dwelled on how much Sinson wants it to be the case, but also because Sinestro already had a secret child that he hid out in space. Soranik Natu was created by Geoff Johns during his time on Green Lantern, but her big backstory reveal was handled by Peter Tomasi, notably one of the creators of Rebirth's Super Sons and writer for Sinister Sons. I find it very unlikely that he would purposely reuse a plot point he had already visited for another child of the same character. What's more, Sinister Sons has taken inspiration from the classic Charles Dickens novel Oliver Twist. Sinson is in an orphan situation like when Oliver gets to London. He's encouraged to steal to line the pockets of the adult giving him food and shelter. This guy is called Nagaf, which is Fagin backward if you change a letter to avoid being dangerously close to a slur. Oliver Twist ends with Oliver going to live with a living relative he didn't know he had, another reason that Sinson likely isn't Sinestro's kid.

Nearly unprompted, Nagaf tells the boy that he was left at his orphanage six years ago by a woman who said she'd be back without leaving a name to call him by. "Oh, shoot. I guess that means he can't be Jon," is what an IDIOT would say! Two things: nothing is saying that that planet makes its full revolution around its star at the same rate as Earth does and in a metanarrative sense, six years ago irl from 2024 is 2018 which is the year that Bendis was Coming. Between Son of Kal-El, Lois & Clark 2, Superman & Robin Special, and Challenge of the Super Sons, all of those writers have more than happy to reply in kind to Bendis' multiple in-comic responses to fan discontent for his work. This would be Tomasi's third time and rightly justified since Bendis' infamous tweet directly insulted his work, and Tomasi clearly wasn't too happy about the decisions made when he was removed from Superman.

One of the more blatant times Tomasi would voice his dismay was later in Challenge of the Super Sons when Jon makes a comment that he didn't "instantly forget" some mental torture he went through in a subtle jab at the writing of the current Superman Jon Kent's ability to compartmentalize his own trauma. Really, this pair of panels may have held more foreshadowing than I initially caught.

So then why does Sinson look like he is from Korugar? My guess is he suffered some burns escaping from his volcano prison. Jurgens left us that little nugget last year, and his Jon certainly wouldn't have just sat in that crater for five years before trying to escape. Why doesn't he have the powers of a Kryptonian? When Lor-Zod gets to the planet Sinson lives, his Kryptonian powers disappear quickly. Why doesn't he seem to remember anything about who he is and where he comes from then? Why does he think his father is a villain? I'll say amnesia and mixing his time with Ultraman with Nagaf telling him he was from Korugar, but Sinson has more pathos hidden deep in his subconscious that betrays his true self.

Sinson chooses this name for himself which could be a really on-the-nose descriptor of his truth that he is Sinestro's son or it could be Jon's impetus for leaving with Jor-El coming out, that there is something wrong with him and that's why the Teen Titans rejected him. To this point, throughout the backups in Green Lantern where he was introduced, Sinson has soliloquies revealing that he begs to be taken seriously by his peers. When he overthrows Nagaf, he quickly builds a Sinestro Corps from his fellow orphans and paints big ol' "S" shapes on all of their chests (and shoulders like the current Superman family's jackets). He is good with technology enough to build a taser and a rocket, which again Jon is also known for. The opening scene even parallels Superman #8 with the boys using that sci-fi engineer zappy stick to make or fix something. He's able to futz with Lor-Zod's Kryptonian space pod very easily which presumably would not be easy for a boy who is unfamiliar with that flavor of technology. He has an affinity with dogs which Jon is known to have. He's cocky and fallible like Jon. He's got long hair like Jon, though much longer than the last time a story was published about him. All of the issue covers give him glasses that he doesn't wear in the story proper as if they're trying to imply that this is a secret identity i.e. Clark Kent. Sinson and Sinestro are not drawn with the same shaped ears in the mini, either. What I think is most significant, though, is that throughout the backups, Sinson acts more similar to Batman than to Sinestro. He's not going around causing fear to assert his dominance over the seedy underbelly he's robbing. He's righting wrongs. He's stealing drug money to skim creds off the top for his rocket, sure, but he's also returning organs to the hospital they were stolen from. This is the work of a kid who wants to do good, but his words do not match his actions. It's going to take a journey inside a giant TIME-TRAVELING SPACE WHALE (wink wink nudge nudge) to sort it all out. The cover and solicit for the sixth issue promise as much.

I didn't even have time to mention this time the chalkboard in Flashpoint Beyond that Jeremy Adams worked on promised that a supposed "he" would find "his son" and that the Time Masters were warned not to interfere, or that the recent Flash issue 797 implied that the Super Sons cameoing in the issue were from the main universe and had just finished their battle with Rex Luthor in Adventures of the Super Sons and how important that mini is to the continuity of this theory. I also could have brought up that every Tom King miniseries since Batman/Catwoman has led to an element he wrote end up in the main canon of the DCU, and that he's currently writing Super Sons in the backup feature of his Wonder Woman run. Everything is coming back around, and I feel confident we'll see its fruition come June or July.

#dc comics #dc #jon kent #super sons #sinister sons #korg sinestro #sinson #adventures of the super sons #challenge of the super sons