#whoo! politics

[honeyblockm]

Anyways. In the acoc au. Karlnap is a love match but their engagement has political benefits on both sides that make it Important beyond both characters' personal wishes. The Meat Lands secure an ally in Comida and allows them to bridge some of the distance between the meat lands and the rest of the Concord. Karl's house is small, diminished by the war and the marriage would afford him that extra security in numbers and influence beyond his role to the emperor. Also Karl is disqualified from succeeding the emperor by virtue of being fructeran, but he could very well back a claim laid by Bad or Sapnap and still be emperor consort or. Whatever title is laid upon him in that case.

Q's arc with them starts with being approached by the two with a proposal of an alliance- support the meat lands' candidacy and receive a place on the cornucopian council if they succeed. Of course it doesn't stay that simple. Losers. After they end up falling in love with each other ha skill issue he can't exactly join their marriage under bulbian faith- the religion that the Concord operates under. Well, that raises some uncertainty of what they're going to do in the long term. It's also just.. frustrating. But that's the fun of it!

#Q is devoutly bulbian and his fiances r both like. heretics? is that the right word? I've been toying with the idea of karl being some kind #of warlock and well sapnap is just through and through a child of the meat lands aka he's keeping up the pretense of being bulbian to stay #in the concord but he definitely does not adhere to it at home. lmao #if they lose the bid for becoming the new emperor some of the logistical issues go away but there's still conflict #whoo! politics #yens #acoc au

[butchshevik]

not to generalize but there's a very specific type of really loud and aggressive middle aged usually-white woman who collects funko pops and is married to an ex-military guy & never shuts up about his duty tours and is an Adult Disney Enjoyer who likes the live action remakes and who obviously votes deep red that i did not think I would have to encounter, much less share a coffee pot with, so often in nonprofit social service work and yet.

#the political spectrum at my work is shocking considering what we do but the variance between departments is itself staggering #im luckily in a department unto myself for the most part and have a lil office so i get to not interact most of the time #but to get to my boss or the keurig i have to go through the finance department and whoo boy #every time they really are always saying some shit #like at every job ive ever worked ive known someone like this its very concerning as a sample size of the population #but here in finance there are not one but two of them #and theyre slowly but surely making each other worse & pulling the rest of the epartment into their orbit bc one is the director #🙃

[lizlemondyke]

roe v wade……………

#whoo this just about the most scared I’ve ever been for this country #if u r not nauseous with dread over this one u r not paying attention this is It man. #thsi is the beginning of the end. #roe v wade #politics

[threepolyamoroustruckshavingsex]

i want to beat something with a stick

#i love being At Work #and Bam republican jumpscare #like AHH YOU NEED TO DIE AND SO DO QLL YOUR FRIENDS #whoo boy i shouldve called out today #political #vent

[depravitycentral]

Enji Todoroki General Yandere Profile

Yandere! Enji Todoroki x fem! reader

Tw: kidnapping, stalking, power imbalances, financial trapping, mentions of physical/domestic abuse, mentions of non-con, sexist undertones, Enji wants you to be his cute little housewife, mentions of breeding/pregnancy, a few mentions of making sure you eat enough/food, Enji is patronizing whoo boy, he makes you share a toothbrush and yes he's weird about it, this is set in a divergent timeline where Enji and Rei are formally divorced and his relationship with his family is loose and not super tight, fem reader, MDNI

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WC: 11K

DARLING PROFILE:

Kind

Enji is, simply, harsh.

His quirk, his mannerisms, his attitude, his everything, really, is a bit rough around the edges, forming a man with only enough self control to get what he wants. He’s lived his whole life bitterly, constantly jealous, constantly wanting, willing to throw everything away in order to achieve his goals.

And once everything starts caving in around him, his family and career both taking unexpected turns, Enji finds himself so, so painfully alone. He doesn’t pretend to delude himself into thinking he’s not deserving of his fate, but this places him into a position where he shoulders the guilt while desperately trying to find any outlet to forget it.

And this is where a darling who is kind comes into play – he needs someone who won’t judge him for his past. He needs someone who doesn’t treat him like scum, who is still polite and empathetic to him and his emotions. A darling who is able to consistently praise him will have him smitten quickly, growing emotionally dependent on hearing their sweet words in order to function, in order to not let the depression and stress get the better of him.

And even once his obsession has formed and he’s deep in the depth of his infatuation, a darling who is just too kind to kick him to the curbside is absolutely essential for him – they must be doting and caring, helping rebuild his shattered confidence and psyche, and with every compliment they dish out, Enji vows that he’ll return the sentiment tenfold, in his own way of course.

(This means buying his darling millions of yen worth of their favorite things, all kinds of wonderful gifts that he hopes will sway them in his favor, that will get them drooling over him and all that he can provide for them.)

Hardworking

Although he’s in a mental state that leaves him much more susceptible to finding a partner once he divorces Rei, Enji is still a picky man. He won’t fall for just anyone – no, they must fit his standard, be acceptable and meet the rather long and detailed checklist he has for those he considers as potential romantic partners.

And near the top of this list is determination. He’s a man motivated by his own goals and is willing to stop at nothing to achieve them – and so, a darling that can at least somewhat match this aspect of his personality is critical.

He has no patience for a darling that gives up easily; he wants someone that’s willing to put in the effort to see it pay off, someone who understands the concept of self-discipline and holding yourself to certain moral standards.

He finds it wildly attractive when someone has strong character, and his interest would immediately be piqued with a darling who brings an attitude of perseverance and hard work into every aspect of their life, be it work, their hobbies, their relationship, and everything in between.

He wants someone who is perhaps not quite as stubborn as him, but is still serious in their goals.

(He hopes that one day, making him happy and pleasing him will be one of these goals – just as pleasing his darling is one of his own. And he’s more than happyto please them in whatever way they so desire. More than happy.)

Motherly

Because he views his darling as the perfect wife, his darling absolutely must possess at least somewhat of a motherly air about them. He likes the idea of having a nurturing partner, if only because he finds it endearing when they care for others.

As a hero he shares this sentiment, and although it may sometimes be overshadowed by his need to become the best, deep down inside he does very much wish to help others – his methodology is just a little more violent, a little more overt.

His darling, by contrast, should prefer a methodology that’s much gentler, something that focuses more on making others feel safe and heard and cared for.

Besides, Enji very much desires to have children with his darling; to build a second family, one that he’ll care for and nourish much better than his first. And so, if his darling is to be a good mother, they must embody these traits.

Besides, although he doesn’t fall for his darling because of his fantasies of making them a mother, once the feelings are formed these daydreams only further his feelings, deepening his obsession because oh, he’d give absolutely anything to see them pregnant with his child, carrying his seed, creating something that symbolizes the love and dedication between them.

And so, his darling needs to be someone who naturally takes care of others – and in return, Enji will take care of them. Just how it should be.

Pushover

This trait is a bit less crucial compared to the others, but it’s still most definitely a positive from Enji’s perspective.

Of course he likes a darling who has strong opinions and stands up for them, but he loves a darling that will let him guide them through any hard decisions, or really any decisions at all.

Although he’s not as outright controlling with his darling, he still very much feels that he wears the pants in the ‘relationship’, and thus he is the one calling the shots.

A darling who is happy to let him take over their life like this is a massive help to him – he doesn’t have to fight for control, nor does he have to argue with them about why certain decisions really should be made by him as the more dominant partner, as the one who knows more about the world, as the man. It’s an outdated view and it’s one that he doesn’t really want to admit out loud, but he enjoys the idea of a partner who will revere him and allow him full control.

He wants to be loved and cherished, and in return for a love like this, he’ll do his best to provide for and take care of his darling in every way he possibly can – so really, if his darling knows what’s best for them, they’ll step back and let him make all the tough decisions.

They’ll nod and smile and agree with whatever he chooses, pressing a kiss against his cheek and telling him how much they trust him, how they know he’d never hurt them, how he only wants what’s best for them.

Just the thought makes something warm swell in his stomach, the level of trust making him feel wanted, needed, a concept so foreign that it almost feels wrong. But oh, how he likes it.

GENERAL YANDERE TRAITS:

Controlling

But in a very, very strange way – a lot of what fuels Enji’s obsession is this desperate, innate need to right his wrongs. He’s very, very aware of how thoroughly he ruined his family, how horribly he treated Rei, how he was a poor excuse of a father and husband, and he sees his love with you as almost being his second try. With you, he can do all the things he should have done with Rei and his children – he should have been sweet and loving, a present father that cared about each of his children equally. He should have been a doting husband, spoiling his wife and making her feel loved and desired.

But he didn’t, and although Rei has long since divorced him, Enji finds himself feeling lonely, incomplete, restless to try again, to properly provide for a sweet little thing he can call his own. And this is where you come in – and from the moment he realizes his feelings for you are more than a simple attraction, he dives in head-first.

He decides he'll approach everything with you in a way as opposite from his previous marriage as possible – he's all grand, romantic gestures, always showing up with a bouquet of flowers in hand and just the slightest pink tint on his scarred cheeks.

The grand, romantic gestures are, of course, merely things he’s seen in rom-coms; the women always look happy when the love interest swoops in with flowers and gifts and pretty clothing, the beaming smile and large hug the man gets as a reward seeming very, very appealing to Enji, despite his rigid exterior.

(Just the thought of you hugging him has his heart racing – it’s something so intimate, so entirely new that it makes every nerve in his body stand on edge, a shiver running up his spine as he imagines the way your body would feel pressed against his, how you’d sigh and sink further against him, how you’d squeeze him and god, the view he’d get when he looks down to see your body pressed so tightly against him that not even a breath of air could separate you -)

He’s scouring through women’s magazines, burying his nose in the glossy pages and searching for ideas and clues as to what women enjoy as courting gifts.

(He has to scoff under his breath every time he sees a new dieting tip or regiment, internally frowning and worrying that you’re seeing these ads and potentially obsessing over your weight. The last thing he’d want is for you to be unhappy with your body – certainly not when he’s so very happy with it. Not to mention the nutritionally heinous foods the magazine recommends – he’d sooner have you eat raw paper than follow this ludicrous advice.)

He’s even caving and very, very awkwardly asking his female sidekicks and employees at his agency about their tips on how to seduce a woman. He struggles to make eye contact with them when he asks, his imposing figure almost reminding them of a shy, nervous teenage boy with the way he’s so earnest about his question, his eyes lighting up when they mention an idea he hasn’t tried yet, pressing them for details and specifics and you must tell me what to say to her – how does one follow up gifting a puppy?

It would be sweet, really, how devoted he is to making sure that you’re absolutely spoiled, that you get a whole variety of lavish gifts designed to sweep you off your feet. It would be wonderful, really, except that Enji has never understood the concept of being too much – which is how everything will start to feel very, very early on in this process.

 It was nice at first to receive a fresh bouquet of roses every morning at your desk with a handwritten card attached. (Written in impeccable handwriting, the cursive letters looping and elegant as they spell out short, simple, sweet messages signed with a capital E at the bottom, reading please make sure to eat enough today and that skirt looks lovely on you.)

 It was nice at first, but after the second week of daily bouquets and even a few finding their way to the doorstep of your apartment, the sight of the pretty red flowers makes a sinking feeling swirl in your gut.

(Enji notices this, dismayed and frustrated by your lack of a positive response, and decides to double down and just gift you bigger flowers, because maybe your lack of joy at receiving the bouquets is because they aren’t big enough, aren’t grandiose enough, aren’t good enough.)

It was nice to get the cute, small stuffed bunny on your desk one morning, and you’d even grown so fond of the little thing that you perched it on the edge of your desk, assuming it was a one-time gift. But it wasn’t – the stuffed animals kept coming, getting bigger and more detailed and much, much more expensive, you’re sure.

(Enji is careful to remove each and every price tag on every gift he sends you, simply because he doesn’t want you to feel that you owe him financially, nor does he want you to be swayed into accepting him as your partner by mere economic standing – that’s an asset that you’ll come to know, of course, but he’d rather lure you in via more traditional ways. It doesn’t exactly stay secret, though, because once the necklace with a delicate array of at least five diamonds in it arrives at your front door, your secret admirer’s wealth becomes very, very difficult to hide.)

He’s gifting you jewelry with more precious jewels and gold and silver than you could possibly wear, and outfitting your closet with all kinds of dresses and skirts out of materials and cuts you could never hope to afford for yourself.

(And, of course, they’re all tailored to fit you perfectly – how Enji managed to get your exact sizes is still a question that haunts you, one that makes you scared to upon the nicely wrapped boxes that you find in excess outside your front door.)

It’s all just too damn much – Enji is suffocating with his attempts to woo you, his every gift and gesture leaving you feeling uncomfortable. What he’s trying to do is very, very obvious – and it feels wrong. He’s the number one hero, a busy man with much more important things to be doing – so why is he going after you? And why with such ferocity?

His forwardness will scare you off, driving you to avoid him and grow suspicious of his motives, and Enji does not like this development. This wasn’t supposed to happen – you’re supposed to want him, to be seduced by all of his efforts, to be swept off your feet and swooned by his gifts and words (delivered with the grace of a garbage truck, of course, but the sentiment is there – even if looking at your pretty face distracts him, all the words leaving his head and making him stand there gaping like a fool).

 Enji doesn’t like it, and so he presses harder, stepping up the frequency and volume of his gifts, only effectively pushing you further and further away from him as you grow more uneased and unsettled. And if you were to confront him about it?

Well, this is where his controlling tendencies come into play – denying who he naturally is can only last for so long, and despite being a man with superb self-restraint, the moment that Enji feels you’re slipping from his fingers he’s morphing back into the man that commands your every move.

Suddenly he’s no longer presenting you with the newest shampoo you’ve been talking about (it’s salon grade, the best stuff out there, and much too expensive, but not for Enji – nothing is too expensive for him when it’s for you) but rather letting this expression wash over his face, one that you’ve never seen before.

It’s cold, remarkably so; his lips are pressed tightly together, his brows perfectly straight, those eyes lifeless as he tells you to stop fighting, go inside and change into the green dress I gave you last week. We’re going for dinner, and you’ll order the house salad and a slice of chocolate cake for dessert. Do you understand me?

 It’s weird and unexpected and scary, and it’ll have you immediately stuttering out a yes and scurrying inside, too frightened to disobey. And really, while Enji winces every time he does this, eventually he finds himself trying to justify it as simply ensuring your relationship will last.

Obviously it’s not good that he has to force you into these small, minor, inconsequential things (like going on a date with him or letting him accompany you home afterwards), but this is different from with Rei – you want this, right? You’re just too shy to tell him how flattered you are about all the attention he’s giving you.

You’re just playing coy, acting on your age-old feminine instincts to make men chase after you, to be demure and make your partner work for your affection and love. And eventually, Enji will convince himself that this is different, he’s wooing you and getting you into a relationship with him willingly – you want him.

You practically love him already – things are going well. They’re successful.

They have to be.

And so, while Enji doesn’t mean to be controlling, the end results is that although he plays the nice guy that spoils you and gives you anything your heart desires, at the end of the day he is the one in charge, and he is the one dictating your relationship.

And really, what can you do to stop him? He’s strong, both physically and with the general population – one word from him and you’d be hunted for like a madman, ostracized from the community, brought back to him like a pup to its owner.

You belong with him, and it’s his job to make you see that – even if you want to remain blind.

Possessive

Enji Todoroki doesn’t share. Once he decides that he wants you, you become unequivocally his.

Sure, he wants to do things a bit differently with you and get you to harbor more loving feelings towards him, but from the moment his infatuation forms you don’t really have a choice in the matter.

 You can pretend like you do, if it makes you feel better (and it will, because at least you can pretend that you have even an ounce of control in the relationship, that you aren’t just some adorable little thing he’s decided he wants hanging off his arm and warming his bed), but at the end of the day you’re subject to Enji’s whims.

And although Enji lets you harbor this fantasy of your relationship being truly consensual, the moment something occurs that threatens it, his true colors are shown. Namely, when he thinks your attention is veering away from him, his jealousy and anger become difficult to keep in check, his quirk acting up and letting off small sparks and flames all along his body. His fists clench and his jaw tightens when he sees another man around you, and although he tries to rationalize that the man likely doesn’t want anything to do with you, just simply being in your presence is enough to make Enji suspicious.

Even if the man isn’t talking to you or acknowledging you in any way, he’s anxious – he’s scared that something about this man will attract you, that you’ll somehow find him better than Enji.

Maybe the man is friendlier – Enji’s aware that he isn’t exactly the most approachable person on the planet.

Maybe he's funnier – Enji knows he can’t crack a joke to save his life.

Maybe he’s a better conversationalist – less formalities and awkwardness, able to get you laughing so hard you snort.

It makes Enji’s skin crawl, his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s fisting his hands, and before long he will intervene. He’ll grab you as gently as he can on the elbow, guiding you carefully but quickly away to the other side of the room and physically maneuvering so that his body is blocking your sight of the man – and more importantly, blocking his sight of you.

He’ll try to talk with you, trying to distract you and get your mind off of the other man, all in an effort to get your attention back on him. He’s reminding you that you have him, that you don’t need some other man, that you already have one who’s capable of providing for you and caring for you as you deserve.

Frankly, he discovers just how deeply his feelings for you run in a situation where jealousy gets the best of him – you’d been approached at a small gathering by a man from another agency who was clearly hitting on you. He was leaning in close, smiling with a smarmy smirk and nursing on his cocktail like a lifeline.

Enji had noticed the two of you out of the corner of his eye, and immediately he’d gone stiff. He couldn’t stop staring at the way the man kept getting gradually closer to you, how he kept leaning in further, how his hand slid from his pocket to your shoulder, then your arm, down to your hand and oh, oh god, it looks like he’s bringing it down to your waist –

Enji had been by your side in mere moments, his gaze card and harsh as he’d stepped in front of you, making some poorly toned excuse about needing to speak with you for a moment, before unceremoniously dragging you away from the stupefied man.

From that day, Enji absolutely refuses to allow anyone close to you. And really, can he be blamed? After all, he fell for you, so why wouldn’t anyone else? You’re beautiful and caring, smart and dignified, and if he can see your potential as a lovely, perfect little wife, surely others can too.

And so, Enji ramps up his controlling tendencies the more he’s presented with situations where the green-eyed monster accompanies him. And this control takes its main form through financials – that is, while Enji originally didn’t want to attract you to him via his material wealth, he decides it’s a necessary evil in order to have you staying by his side only.

He starts ‘forgetting’ to peel off the price tags of the gifts he gives you, pretending not to notice how your eyes practically bug out of your head when you unbox the pink pendant he’d bought for you.

He starts inviting you out for lunches and dinners more often, ordering for you and choosing the most expensive items off the menu despite your numerous pleas that you’ll opt for something – anything – cheaper.

(It’s frustrating, too, because as angry as you want to be at him for ordering for you, he always chooses something you end up liking – of course it’s because he’s done extensive research and stalking, finding out your favorite foods and what flavors you dislike, but it all seems like one large, awfully strange coincidence to you.)

Exerting financial control over you keeps you complacent, because the guilt you’ll feel at how much money he’s sinking into you will have you following his every word, even if it his commands are a little strange and off-putting – like spending less time with any male friends (or really any friends for that matter) or slipping the small photograph of him into your purse (it’s weird and you do so hesitantly, making sure the polaroid is at the bottom of the bag – and trying to ignore the way his muscles are oh-so fucking defined in the tight black shirt he’s sporting in the photograph).

It’s all just a big ploy to keep you from running off with some other man – but really, if you somehow did manage to do that, Enji won’t be particularly merciful. He will be cornering the man as he leaves your apartment and he will be holding him by the neck against the cold concrete wall, threatening him to leave you alone or experience the rather unpleasant sensation of burning alive.

It’s not particularly heroic, but Enji doesn’t care – he can’t, not when the threat of you leaving him for another man is very much present and real. It’s too scary, too much for him to handle – it would mean you rejecting him, his second fuck-up in love, and the loss of someone who fits absolutely every one of his desires in a woman.

You’re too perfect for him to lose – so instead, he’ll own you.

Dependent

He will never admit it, but there’s this part of Enji that grows stronger day by day, every time he sees your face, that tells him in the most raw, real way that he absolutely needs you.

He’s essentially lost what he had of his family, and with the sharp uptake in responsibility as the new number one hero, the new symbol of modern peace, Enji finds himself turning to you in his time of need, in his more vulnerable moments.

Because really, though his exterior is tough and jaded, he’s only human – he too needs someone to love, someone to hold and latch onto, and latch he does. You’re his, and he expects you to understand that even if he doesn’t verbalize it.

He cherishes your very existence, each and every thing you do, finding you to be remarkably weak yet remarkably endearing, your inability to defend yourself simultaneously adorable and frustrating. He needs you to realize that you’re his everything; his whole reason for living now, even if he doesn’t give you many clues into this.

He isn’t the best at expressing his emotions, and although the love and desperation he feels for you is constantly overwhelming him, overflowing from his chest and making him dizzy, he doesn’t articulate just how deeply these feelings run.

Of course he’ll tell you how you’re beautiful, or that you’re my responsibility to protect, but he’ll also say significantly less romantic things like how you belong to him, how he's never letting you out that front door, how he’ll never let those disgusting, filthy villains touch something as perfect as you.

He thinks it’s sweet and exactly what you want to hear, but it’s not – it’s scary and strange and weird, but these are your biggest clues as to his dependence on you.He won’t tell you, but his expectations for you are honestly monumentally high; he wants you to be his perfect little wife, everything that Rei wasn’t, and this includes giving you every ounce of his love.

He wants you to be diligently cooking him hearty meals, keeping the house tidy and clean for the two of you, to be massaging his shoulders while he relaxes from a stressful day at work. (Hell, he even wants you to wear cute little aprons, collars with his name stitched onto them, those maternity/breast feeding bras before you’re even pregnant…)

He wants a domestic fantasy with you, and this extends to other, more vulnerable things as well. He expects you to embrace him as he walks through the door everyday returning home, to give him a light peck on the cheek and ask about his day, to let him hug you from behind and kiss your neck as you slave away over the stove.

He never really got the chance to do such loving things with Rei (not that he particularly wanted to), and as a result he honestly feels like he’s having to make up time, that he needs to be taking every single ounce of affection and love you can possibly give him, and he’ll feel no guilt at all.

He won’t outright ask you to cuddle him, but when he sits on the large, overstuffed leather couch and stares at you expectantly, you’ll quickly learn to run over to him and snuggle up into his side, to bury your face into his chest and wrap your arms and legs around him even if his body heat cooks you alive.

He won’t ever explicitly ask you to give him those fluttery, soft morning kisses he’s seen all the time in terrible corny rom-coms he religiously watched for inspiration while trying to court you, but the moment you smile sleepily at him and press a kiss against his lips while you holds you close in the morning glow?

God, it’s in those moments that he wants to give you absolutely everything he has – every part of his body, soul and heart, every single cent he owns, every piece of fame and fortune he’s ever amassed.

Enji just wants to please you, and although he comes off as an odd mix of demanding yet generous, terrifying yet strangely awkward, inside his heart is hammering against his ribcage every time you so much as smile at him, every time you so much as look at him. In the hazy afterglow of a round of passionate morning sex (in which you’ve realized that fighting will get you nowhere – it’ll only earn you an Enji that’s more frantic and desperate to get you moaning and crying out his name), when he latches onto your smaller, exhausted and sweaty body, pressing you as tightly against him as possible, sometimes his demeanor will crack.

He’ll lean down to deeply inhale the scent of your hair, to watch the way your chest rises and falls, and he’ll whisper in the softest of voices that he loves you, you’re the light of his world. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you, but Enji is hellbent on never finding out – after all, there is no chance of escape with him, and he’s sure you’ll learn your place soon.

After all, pretty, submissive girls like you always do.

DEALING WITH RIVALS: 

Enji is, regrettably, terrible at hiding his jealousy.

He’s always been in a constant state of envy, whether it was vying for the top spot in the heroing world against All Might, desiring the perfect offspring in order to have the Todoroki name and himself live on, and countless other examples. He’s prideful and so fucking jealous of everyone around him, and this is only heightened when it comes to you – his possessiveness over you is nothing to sneeze at, and the minute he feels that your attention is threatened, that you could possibly be yearning for another?

He’s wasting no time stepping in, mercilessly shutting down each and every opportunity you could possibly have of being with anyone other than himself.

As much as he’s loathe to admit it, his jealousy and possessiveness stems from a place of insecurity; he’s aware that he’s by no means the perfect partner, and he rationally knows that you could do much, much better than him.

And so, as a sort of panic-induced response, Enji decides that you simply aren’t allowed to interact with any other men – this way, you aren’t presented with the opportunity to even let the feelings form. And he’s diligent with this theory, too – he’s always standing near you, acting as your shadow with watchful, hawk-like eyes trained on your figure.

He’s never been the best at reading people, but he’s able to tell from miles away when someone approaches you with intentions that are less than innocent, and immediately his lips are thinning, his brows furrowing, his entire body temperature raising by five degrees because you’re his, and this piece of scum disguised as a man obviously doesn’t realize this.

He’s your guardian angel in many ways (though really, he takes the guardian portion much too far – even men who have no romantic intentions with you are viewed as potential threats, shooed away with a vengeance that will make them too afraid to even think about you without imagining themselves engulfed in flames), though at times it will make you feel more than a little patronized.

It’s as if he doesn’t trust you – you don’t really have a relationship, at least in your eyes, but you know the number one hero wants something more than friendship with you. And so, you do your best to avoid evoking his anger and wrath by not romantically involving yourself with another man – and yet that’s not enough for Enji.

It can’t be, simply because as pretty and sweet and smart as you may be, Enji will always know better. It’s a controlling tendency and a mildly sexist view, but he thinks of you as his doting, loving housewife-to-be, and it’s the man’s job to make these sorts of decisions.

You’re just too sweet and outgoing for your own good – you’ll get mixed up in all sorts of trouble if you’re not careful, and lucky little you has someone like Enji to watch out for you and make sure your pretty head has nothing to worry about. And so, Enji sticks to you like glue, warding off potential suitors with grueling stares and a presence and reputation too strong to ignore.

Enji’s day had been long, and one of those days that made him seriously question his abilities as a hero. A villain had managed to trick him, and although Enji had of course eventually arrested the perpetrator, his deception had led to a lot of wasted time and more damage to surrounding buildings than was acceptable.

His head was pounding, his body still feeling overly hot from all of the fighting, and though not normal, he’d decided he was done for the day and left the rest of the agency’s calls to his sidekicks. Leaving early had felt almost freeing in a way, the world looking a bit different with all this extra time – walking down the sidewalk, Enji scanned the windows of each shop he passed.

As per usual, you’d been on his mind all day – flashes of your face sitting just behind his eyelids, your name just a hair away on his tongue, the feeling of your phantom touch sending shivers down his spine. It was irritating, distracting, heavenly, and with each window he passed, he kept an eye out for anything you might like.

He’d gotten you a pretty tea cup set yesterday, and although you’d been hesitant and visibly uncomfortable at receiving such a gift (the set was very, very obviously expensive, the marbled china too perfect and pristine to have costed anything less than a year’s worth of your salary), Enji was eager to gift you something that would be received better today.

Streets passed by, nothing quite suiting his vision for what you deserved – he’d need something more subtle today, something simple and sweet and something he knows you like – The confectionary is small, with swirling black letters over a baby pink banner spelling out the name of the store. The windows are lined with all sorts of chocolates and candies, all wrapped up in pretty, ornate packaging that makes Enji immediately pick up his pace, practically storming into the small shop.

It smells like vanilla and sugar as the door shuts behind him, and although it makes him wince, he knows you’d love it. Shelves nearly as tall as him line the shop in narrow rows, displaying all sorts of sweets that he’s never heard of before – caramels, gumdrops, chocolates, lollipops, anything and everything under the sun.

He’s only been in the store for roughly five minutes, staring at a collection of truffles with furrowed brows and a downward curl of his lip when he hears a small laugh over the gentle, happy classical music playing quietly over the speakers. Immediately he’s perking up – the laugh sounds familiar; the lilt of it, the tonality, the soft intake of breath right after it stops.

His lips part, eyes going wide, and before he can even really control himself he’s rushing towards the source of the noise, his entire face growing warm when he sees you – you’re at the register, a few candies sitting on the wooden slab, your purse in hand as you fish for presumably your wallet.

You look gorgeous today – you’re wearing a shirt he’s never seen before and your favorite pair of jeans (the ones that make your ass look so, so very perfect – perfect to squeeze at, to grope and touch and smack and press himself against…), and although he’s briefly disappointed that you aren’t wearing an item of clothing that he’d gifted you, he notices the clerk all too soon.

The clerk – Hyoshi, his nametag says – is smiling at you. He’s all teeth, a grin that makes the hairs on the back of Enji’s neck stand up, his nostrils flaring because you’d been laughing, and it must be this man’s doing. This man, who’s visibly weak even under the ridiculous confectionary uniform he’s sporting – arms that couldn’t hope to lift even a fraction of what Enji can, a chest that isn’t ruggedly defined like the hero’s, and a stature that’s frankly pathetic compared to the frame of the redheaded man behind you.

Enji’s angry, and as the man opens his mouth to presumably say something else (potentially something that’ll make you laugh again), his words die on his tongue as he glances behind you to see the behemoth of a man who’s quite literally acting as your shadow.

His eyes widen and immediately he’s stuttering out a w-welcome in, Endeavor! At that, your shoulders go stiff, your mouth parting into an adorable little ‘o’ that Enji can practically see in his head, and you slowly turn around.

Oh, hello Endeavor, aren’t you normally on patrol right now?

Enji’s jaw works, and although a small part of him is pleasantly surprised that you’d remembered his patrol shift, your words only serve to further frustrate him. You knew it was his time on the clock – and yet, you’d still ventured out into the heart of downtown, completely on your own, defenseless except for the measly, very sad pepper spray you keep in that worn purse of yours – both of which he keeps pleading with you to let him replace.

(He’ll get you new pepper spray and a taser and a pocketknife, just because he knows how dangerous these streets can be, and with your pretty face and your pretty body he’s sure villains would be lining out the door to get a taste of you. And of course, the new bag – he’s bought you plenty, in a wide variety of styles and colors, each gift getting more and more desperate to be the one you finally deem as being good enough to use, but alas.)

Enji doesn’t even bother with a greeting, instead stepping up to the counter, slamming down his credit card and stepping in front of you. I’ll be paying for her sweets. His voice is cold, firm, and sends the clerk into a scurry to process the transaction, meanwhile you’re staring in mild shock from behind the hero.

Of course you’re not surprised – how can you be, when he insists on spoiling you in every possible way? And yet the raw animosity he’s radiating right now can’t be ignored – you get the feeling as if you’re somehow in trouble, though you can’t figure out what for. As soon as the card reader beeps, Enji’s scooping up the card and your sweets, his thick fingers wrapping around your wrist just barely too tightly and marching out the door, telling the clerk over his shoulder to keep the receipt.

It takes every bone in his body to not turn back around and swing at the man behind the counter, his eyes shutting tightly in concentration as he tells himself that it’s not worth it, the media will find out, your reputation will be damaged. But as his eyes peel open and he realizes the way you’re squirming in his grip, he only sighs and releases you, those teal eyes of his appraising you with a frown.

You’re feeling guilty again, unsure of yourself as you gently rub your wrist, and for a moment Enji feels regret – did he hurt you? He hadn’t meant to, he’d just been angry and it was already hard enough to not harm the man who’d made you laugh, and surely you’d understand that he didn’t mean to –

You break the silence before he can voice his concerns, clearing your throat and thanking him in a meek voice. Enji merely nods, a small grunt your only response as he begins walking again, your sweets – and your purse – firmly in his hands, just so that you won’t have to carry them.

When you don’t immediately follow him, Enji pauses, looking back over his shoulder with a brow cocked.

What? Follow me – we have dinner reservations this evening, at that new seafood restaurant by the harbor. Fuyumi tells me it’s quite good; order the crab legs and the caviar.

There’s no room for disagreement in his tone, and for a moment you just blankly gape at him, the situation too strange for you to really process.

But all too soon his eyes are narrowing, and you’re practically tripping over your feet to follow him, keeping your gaze cast downwards as Enji’s hand rests on the small of your back, guiding you even though there’s not a civilian in sight on the desolated sidewalk he leads you down.

TAKING HIS DARLING AWAY:

Honestly, Enji is complicated as a yandere; there’s a part of him that knows that there are aspects of his relationship with you that mirror that of his previous marriage. He knows that although you may not be treated as terribly (and that you have more purpose to him than simply an incubator), you’re still trapped, essentially a slave to his will.

And yet, as time passes and his dependence on you grows stronger, he can’t help but justify his actions, deciding that yes, you may be stuck with him, but at least he spoils you rotten with your favorite foods, expensive clothing and jewels, an unlimited supply for each and every hobby you may have. He may have you trapped between a rock and a hard place in terms of leaving him, but at least he genuinely loves you - he aches to spend time with you, to hold you in his arms, to feel your heartbeat against his ear, your lips against his, your body writhing below his.

He’s convinced himself that this time is different, that you’re different, and as such he eventually decides that it’s really in both your best interests to just relocate you, to get you officially by his side. It’s really paranoia that drives this decision – he’s a working hero and a man with many, many enemies, and so it’s really the only option that keeps you safe.

Stealing you away into his private home – he’s the sole inhabitant, aside from a cleaner or two, since moving out of the Todoroki household – is the best option for a multitude of different reasons. You’re safer this way – the state-of-the-art security systems he’s installed around the estate are the best money can pay for, able to detect intruders and any suspicious activity in the blink of an eye. Enemies don’t have much of a chance of getting inside, and even if they had managed to, Enji will be right there to burn them to a crisp for even daring to get close to his beloved.

And even aside from outside threats, keeping you trapped at home will allow him to keep an eye on you and make sure that you don’t accidentally hurt yourself – you’re ridiculously clumsy to him, your every action having him hold his breath slightly in anticipation, in fear that you’ll somehow trip or fall or bruise your pretty skin. Plus, this way he’ll know that you’re eating healthily and in the right quantities, that you’re getting proper exercise, that you’re relaxing as you should, that you’re spending adequate amounts of time in the interior courtyard he’d prepared in preparation for you.

(It’s beautiful, as loathe as you are to admit it – all kinds of flowers bloom along the walkways, bamboo and tall grasses and trees growing in neat lines and providing shade for the flowerbeds on hot summer days. There’s even a small stream flowing through it, the gentle trickling noise almost enough to cancel out the painful silence that exists between you and Enji when he decides to join you for your scheduled garden time in the afternoons – uninvited, as always, and yet still unable to sense how desperately you wish you’d get these times alone to yourself.)

Aside from your safety, keeping you in his home helps feeds into his domestic fantasies of the two of you – you’re so very precious to him, and from nearly the beginning of his obsession with you, he’s always viewed you as the perfect wife – specifically, the perfect housewife.

He’s a traditional man, believing in traditional gender roles, and although he doesn’t view you as being less-than based upon your status as a woman, he does expect certain things from you. He’s the breadwinner, the strong, capable one who provides you with a roof over your head, food, and any gift under the sun the moment you make even the slightest inclination of wanting it.

And in return, you’re to be his caring, nurturing wife – the one who keeps the house neat and tidy, a room dedicated to only cleaning supplies that you get always stay stocked and ready for you, should you become inspired and wish to fulfill this domestic fantasy of his. The cleaning products are all diluted down to a level that wouldn’t be dangerous if you were to ingest them – you’d get sick, surely, but it’s nothing a home-trip from a doctor who’s been sworn to secrecy can’t handle.

There’s also, unfortunately, a drawer within the room that a particularly bored you had one day opened only to immediately slam it shut. Dozens of cleaning outfits sat neatly folded in the drawer, the black and white getups looking much too tight and much too short. A few weeks later you’d returned to the drawer, bored out of your mind while Enji was away at work, peeling one out with careful and trembling fingers. And of course, to no one’s surprise, the outfit fit like a fucking glove – hugging your curves and accentuating them, the skirt full and flouncy and very easy to flip up, the bustline practically choking your breasts with how tightly the black cotton pressed them together. You’d changed out of it shortly after, the rather disturbing and shameful fleeting question of whether this was the type of thing Enji liked making you too disgusted, guilty, and bashful to really consider.

In his idealized domestic world, you’d cook for him, too, but it takes a very long time for him to trust you enough to not purposefully burn or cut yourself in the kitchen. He has daydreams about coming home from a hectic work day to see you standing over the stove in a cute apron, humming some song and lighting up when you hear the door open and close, his announcement of being home making you practically bounce on your heels.

He wants to have you cook for him, to see you slave in the kitchen putting every ounce of your concentration and time into making him a meal you know he’ll enjoy, but that fantasy has to wait for the time being – just until he thinks you’ve finally lost that rebellious streak of yours, just until you finally come to realize that you belong by Enji’s side.

And so, in the meantime he’ll have you make him small things that hold little potential for you to hurt yourself with – simple sandwiches with pre-sliced ingredients, so that you won’t cut yourself chopping tomatoes or slicing bread. He'll have you prepare a sandwich for him and one for yourself, too, ordering you to sit down at the dining table with him and share a meal – though the conversation is hard to come by, and each attempt he makes at starting it is only met with single word answers from you.

(Another domestic fantasy he harbors but would never tell you about is to have you sitting with him at the table, looking at him with those pretty eyes and your voice dropping to a sultry volume, your chopsticks bringing the food you diligently and loving prepared for him up to his lips, your tone teasing as you tell him to open wide! He’d keep eye contact the whole time he chews, never once breaking it as he tells you in that low, gruff voice of his that it’s perfectly done, the seasoning is impeccable. He wants you to be bashful, to smile and hide it with your hand, your lashes fluttering as you glance at him then back to the food again, too shy to say much but your body language showing just how much his praise effects you, just how good it feels to be the center of his attention, the apple of his eye, his absolute everything.)

He wants you to be his sweet housewife, and although he won’t force you into any of the work, it’s extremely obvious what he wants of you – he’s always telling you about when you get adjusted, how you’ll be more open to fulfilling your role.

When you’re more adjusted, you’ll be happy to iron his clothes; perhaps you’ll spritz a bit of the perfume he buys you onto his shirts, just as a reminder of you during his long days.

(As if he needs a reminder – certainly not, when you’re on his mind nearly every minute of the day.)

When you’re more adjusted, you’ll be pleased to see the positive pregnancy test in your trembling hands, your voice riddled with joy as you announce the good news to him, watching him drop the phone and keys in his hand and instead hoist you into the air, spinning you with a grin on his face so bright it nearly blinds you, concluded with a passionate kiss and a few tears on his cheeks because he just can’t fucking wait to have you as the mother of his child.

It’s all this talk of ‘when this’ and ‘when that’, but the strange thing about Enji as a captor is that he’s incredibly patient with seeing these fantasies come to fruition – sure, he may be forcing you into being a housewife just as he did with Rei, but this is different – you get a choice about some of it, unlike her. You don’t have to do the dishes, but you can if you’d like. You don’t have to bear his children, but you can if you’d like.

(And frankly, it’ll be hard not to – once your need for human contact and your strange, mixed feelings for him grow, you’ll eventually give into his requests for intimacy, and once the floodgates are open, you will end up pregnant from the sheer frequency and volume at which he pumps you full of his cum.)

All that being said, life as Enji’s captive will honestly not be too terrible – he’s still following you around the house like a shadow, but he’ll let you sleep in your own bed at the start, let you have your own bedroom and bathroom, and he won’t even force you into spending time with him at the beginning.

Because really, as tortuous and painful as keeping you away from him is, he repeats the mantra over and over in his head that eventually it’ll be worth it – eventually you’ll see things his way, and eventually you’ll come to see just how deeply his feelings for you run. You’ll realize that he’s only ever loved you, that he cares for you more than any other man possibly could, that he only has your best interests at heart – that’s why he always swung by your apartment at the end of his patrols, peering in at you through your windows, just to make sure you were safe and sound.

That’s why he kidnapped you, to ensure your safety and keep you in the arms of the only man truly capable of providing for you, just as you deserve.

That’s why he’ll never let you escape him, no matter how you beg and plead for your freedom – you don’t understand the outside world like he does. You think you do, but each villain he arrests is a nail in the coffin of your freedom – you have no fucking clue how dangerous the world is, and Enji isn’t hesitant to remind you of this.

You’re unhappy with him? Well, your options are here, in his warm house where he’s willing to give you every ounce of his attention, love, and touch, or out in the big, scary world where women like you are easy targets for men who love destroying easy targets.

So really, you’re in the best hands with Enji – he knows how to take care of you, and he’ll spoil you with every possible treasure you could want. What’s not to be happy about?

PUNISHMENTS:

As a general rule, Enji doesn’t ‘do’ punishments. Because he views his relationship with you as his second try at finding a companion, there is no part of him that actively desires to hurt you. He loves you, in some sick, twisted way that’s much too obsessive and desperate to ever be considered healthy, but it’s still love nonetheless.

And as such, Enji does genuinely want your relationship to be as wholesome and sweet as possible; he wants you to want him, to actively choose to spend your time with him, to want to be in his presence every moment of every day. He wants everything to be as perfect as possible – the idealized life, a life where he’s the number one hero coming home to his lovely wife who cherishes him and he cherishes in return.

And so, when you do something that doesn’t quite line up with this fantasy, Enji is understandably upset. Why can’t you just accept that this is your reality now? Why do you insist on fighting him, even when you know you won’t win? How could you?

He’s Enji Todoroki, Endeavor the Flame Hero, and you’re just you. You’re pretty, of course, and smart and sweet and caring, but you’re still just you. There’s nothing you can do against someone like him – which is why Enji is able to excuse your poor behavior most of the time.

He understands; it’s difficult to accept that you’re weak and powerless, and he understands that when you lash out and act out, you’re just expressing frustration and fear at being taken care of so wholly and completely by someone so much stronger than you. It must be scary, after all – Enji can be so intimidating and he knows it, so he’ll try his absolute best to calm down anytime his anger starts to flare.

The last thing he wants to do is harm you, and he wants everything in your relationship to be as different as possible from that with Rei – and hurting you in any way would too closely resemble his previous marriage, ruining the beautiful illusion he can live under with you.

And so, most of the time Enji is able to grit his teeth and shut his eyes, letting the anger subside by telling himself about all the wonderful things about you – things that always get him feeling calmer, that make the buzzing sensation in his head and the suffocating feeling of anger dissipate. Nine times out of ten, he’s able to calm himself down this way – and if that’s not enough, normally exiting the room and getting a breath of fresh air is enough. He’ll tell himself that he absolutely cannot fall into the same habits he did with Rei – you’re different, you’re special, and he’ll calm himself down as often as he needs to in order to avoid being seen by you as the big, scary man who will hurt you if you disobey him.

Thus, getting Enji angry enough to the point where he can’t simply calm himself down is actually quite difficult – generally, this involves you hurting yourself. Most other things he can twist into seeming not so bad, rather just being you not having adjusted to life as his woman quite yet. He can write off your escape attempts as you still clinging to this ludicrous sense of independence you seem so hellbent on keeping.

Attempts to harm him can be discarded as your misplaced sense of anger at your situation, because although in your heart of hearts he’s sure you’re happy to be in your natural familial setting (as the wife of a strong, capable man of course), you’ve confused yourself by trying to reject something that’s just so right.

Of course these events don’t make him happy, but they’re able to be disregarded – but when your blood is drawn by your own accord, even Enji can’t pretend this is something else. This is you purposefully trying to injure yourself, purposefully trying to show him that you aren’t happy, that you don’t want this – an idea that makes him panic, that sends his fists clenching, that gets him pacing and his mind racing as he tries to figure out how to set you straight without harming you. And so, Enji eventually decides that after he cleans up your injury, rather than simply hitting you

and physically showing you that he won’t stand for this sort of misbehavior, he has to be more restrictive with you. He won’t be so lenient for the days following your bad behavior – you won’t be so spoiled, your rights won’t be so freely handed to you.

You must understand that Enji is charge, and that he’s being generous and loving and kind by allowing you such free reign around your shared home. Really, he doesn’t need to be so generous – and he’ll teach you that an angry Enji is much, much worse than the normal doting, lovesick Enji you’re used to.

Enji is frozen as he opens the front door. He’d come home a bit early from running some errands, the groceries in his hand dropping onto the hardwood floors below him. His jaw is dropped a bit, the sight of your bright red blood staining your forearm making a wave of sickness wash over him.

Who did this?

Who could’ve hurt you like this? There’d been no security alerts while he was gone, and there was absolutely no way that you’d left the interior of this house in the two hours he was gone. In the next breath he’s rushing forward into the kitchen, by your side before you can even blink, paying no mind to the way you gasp and stumble away from him, as if you’re afraid of him.

It makes Enji’s chest ache, but the sight of your blood is too distracting for him to focus on the uncomfortable ache. Instead, he’s thrusting your arm under the kitchen sink, the lukewarm water making you wince ever so slightly as it runs over the wound.

Enji’s brows furrow as he examines your arm; the cuts are long, zigzagging in every direction in a way that looks strange, not like any normal attack pattern he’s seen before. This doesn’t look natural, either – not like a regular scratch, not like you just slipped and fell and had unfortunate luck. No, this looks like something else entirely – like something purposeful, like their appearance marring your pretty skin isn’t accidental in the least. It’s only then that Enji sees the glinting silver fork out of the corner of his eye, sitting on the edge of the counter with a bit of red staining the ends.

Immediately his body is freezing, his grip on your arm squeezing tighter as the gears turn in his mind. You must have…

His jaw flexes as he grinds his teeth, those blue eyes of his slanting over to look at you with such intensity and anger that you physically shrink in on yourself. His grip is too firm for you to pull your arm back, Enji absolutely unwilling to let you run away from this.

Did you do this to yourself?

His voice is surprisingly even, given the look on his face, and immediately you’re shaking your head, your entirely body paralyzed with fear. You’ve never seen Enji look this scary before – or at least not towards you.

Your answer only serves to further anger him, it seems, because soon he’s literally snarling, his face twisted up into this ugly look of  rage that’s only heightened by the scar across his eye.

Don’t lie to me, I will always be able to tell when you’re untruthful with me. He pauses, taking a deep breath, his voice just the slightest bit unsteady. Did you do this to yourself?

This time you nod yes, tears prickling at your eyes and starting to spill down your cheeks, and at the sound Enji makes, they only flow faster. He looks like he’s in more pain than you are – his face is red, and a few flames lick up around his shoulders. The heat washes over you, and soon the begs are slipping off your tongue before you can help yourself.

Enji pays you no mind, every ounce of his self-control going towards not slapping you in the face for your blatant stupidity. Soon he’s letting go of your hand, stomping towards the small first aid kit he keeps in the kitchen, entirely silent as he carefully wraps your arm in bandages, not paying your rambling any attention or mind.

As soon as you’re securely bandaged, he leaves the room and you hear the sound of his bedroom door slamming shut reverberating throughout the house.

The rest of the night passes in a blur, with you somehow getting from the floor of the kitchen where you’d laid down and eventually fallen asleep all the way to your bed, with the blankets carefully slotted over your body.

Nothing seems to be amiss the next morning, your footsteps cautious as you approach the bathroom, your brows shooting up when you notice that the counter is completely bare – your toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, and mouthwash are all missing, as are all the expensive lotions and facial scrubs Enji normally keeps in piles for your convenience.

The kitchen is empty, too, you notice – the silverware drawer is completely empty, and there are no cups or mugs of any sort in any of the cupboards. It’s unnerving, and immediately you’re getting goosebumps all over your body, the air feeling prickly and cold, as if there’s something lurking that you don’t know about. Biting your lip, you make your way to the table, gingerly sitting down and trying not to jostle the bandages too much – the bandages that had been changed, you distantly notice.

A few minutes later, Enji joins you in the kitchen, his expression not exactly jovial, but not particularly hostile. He greets you as he normally does, before placing the mug you now notice is in his hand under sink. The sound of rushing water gets your mouth watering, not having realized how thirsty you were until this moment.

Wide eyes watch him turn towards you, making his way to your seated figure with slow, heavy steps that get your heart thudding in his chest. He stops right next to you, before telling you to open your mouth. Hesitantly, you do as he says, jerking slightly when his fingertips – always unnaturally warm – cup your chip and bring the cup up to your lips, the water cold as you’re forced to drink it.

Enji watches with neutral eyes, though you see the corner of his lip curl up slightly as you drink the entire glass, the pacing of the water flow nearly too much and nearly choking you. Soon it’s gone, and Enji uses his thumb to wipe at the corner of your lips.

Since yesterday’s little spectacle has shown me that you can’t be trusted with basic household supplies, let me know if you require another drink, if you’d like to brush your teeth, or if you’d like to wash your hair. You obviously can’t do it alone, so I will be joining you. Now, go lay down on the couch. I need to change your wrappings again.

You’re dumbfounded, watching him keep the mug in his grasp as he heads towards the living room. And though the threat seems too extreme, Enji means it – you only last a few hours before you reluctantly ask for another drink, your throat too dry and sore to go without it.

And that night, when you shamefully ask him for your toothbrush, you’re not particularly pleased to find out that he’ll be the one brushing your teeth, using his very own toothbrush to get the job done, just to make sure you don’t even think about trying to choke yourself with the brush.

(And when you finally have to shower, well, Enji’s face turns bright red when you ask, rushing to his feet much too quickly, grasping your hand and practically pulling you to the bathroom before applying all sorts of soaps and scents to the bath he draws for you. His breath is hitched as he turns around so you can change in privacy, but don’t be surprised to see him sneaking glances at your bare body beneath the water’s bubbly surface. Don’t be surprised when later that night you hear a suspiciously rhythmic thumping sound and muffled groans through the wall that  your bedrooms share, the faintest wet, squelching noise accompanying them.)

And, roughly a week later when you wake up to the cups and mugs back in the cupboard and your shampoo back in the shower, you’ll decide against hurting yourself anytime soon. It’s not worth it – not if that’s how you’ll be treated; forced to ask permission for your basic needs.

And Enji couldn’t be more pleased – now you’ll think twice about using that fork again, or anything else for that matter.

(And he can still force you into using his toothbrush – under the guise of furthering your bond and intimacy, of course. And because he’ll use it after you, savoring the feeling of the bristles against his tongue like some sort of drug.)

OVERALL DANGER:

 7/10

Enji isn’t necessarily dangerous, but rather inevitable.

He’s a determined man, driven by motivation for his goals, no matter the methods he uses to get there. And once he sets his sights on you, deciding that he wants you, that he loves you, you’re certainly no different – he will have you, and there’s not a single thing you can do about it. He’s a force to be reckoned with, and really, what sway do you have?

He’s a professional hero, known in the public sphere responsible for saving more lives than you could ever hope to, and who are you? You’re just a pretty face, a woman who happened to have the exact set of traits and physical appearance that Enji finds desirable – you have no real way to combat him, and who would believe you, anyway? Enji is the new symbol of peace – as far as the Commission is concerned, he can have whatever the hell he wants, and if that one thing is some civilian, then you can kiss your freedom goodbye.

But really, all things considered, Enji isn’t too terrible – he’s trying desperately to right his wrongs, to love you in a way that prioritizes your happiness and is just better, and although you’re certainly not happy being trapped by his side, he can at least pretend like this is better.

He wants you to be his pretty little thing, to be his housewife and treat him like your devoted, loving husband. He wants you to greet him with a kiss on the lips when he comes home from work, helping him out of his jacket and asking about his day, then lead him into the clean kitchen where you’ve got dinner waiting for him, then join him in the shower and then the bed, letting his hands wander to where they please, then fall asleep on his chest, letting him feel like he’s protecting you even in his sleep.

Is that really so much to ask for? Enji thinks not – besides, isn’t that the dream for you?

All you have to do is let him take care of you, to spoil you with flowers and chocolates and jewelry and all sorts of things that make women swoon. You’ll be spoiled rotten, treated like a goddess, and all you have to do is let Enji make all the decisions for you, to let him take control of your life and your future – it’s better this way, he promises.

This way, you’ll be properly cared for, kept safe and secure and comfortable by his side. You may not see it yet, but Enji is sure this is really what you want – you’ll come around eventually, he’s sure of it.

And if you don’t? Well, at least he’s not a monster, right?

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[stories-and-chaos]

Shrike: Body Count

[Hazbin Hotel reader insert as Alastor’s “darling life and death partner” Ace x ace relationship, both parties are moderately sex favorable. I’ve been seeing some stories about Alastor not having understanding the slang for ‘body count,’ so here’s my take.]

[Word count: 1426 Cw: language]

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“Really Angel? That’s your bonding activity for the day?” Vaggie’s single eye glared at the lanky spider.

“Whaaaaaat? Charlie wants us to share intimate secrets!” Angel Dust’s voice was full of seductive mischief. “Body count is a very intimate secret. Tells you a lot about someone.”

“Angie’s right!” A cheerful voice called from across the parlor. Cherri Bomb, the hotel’s newest sort-of-resident, didn’t seem much interested in redemption for herself. She did however have a genuine desire to help Angel and to defend what Sir Pentious gave his life for. The busty cyclops was teaming up with Vaggie as part of the Hazbin Hotel’s basic security.

She also had a mischievous streak wider than her friend’s. “I’ll start, give ya a hand Angie.” Angel snorted a laugh saying, “I’ve already got six toots!” She threw an ice cube from her drink at him. “One thousand eight hundred and twenty…” she paused to count on her fingers, “six. Most o’ that’s from Hell. I got to thirty-one before I died.” She leaned back on her couch, looking very satisfied.

Charlie, Vaggie, and Lucifer could only stare for a moment. “Whoo, nice going Cherri! I knew you wouldn’t disappoint,” Angel crowed. “Lesse here, before I died it was six. After that…” he did some quick math on his phone, “about 90,000? I’m sure we can review my body…of work to confirm.” He grinned lavisciously.

Charlie waved her hands rapidly. “Nope! No no no no no thank you Angel, you’ve shown us plenty that of that during ‘show and tell’ day.” Lucifer looked vaguely disappointed at missing out so Angel resolved to sneak a copy of his favorite performances to the king of Hell.

Charlie continued, forgetting her dad was in the room. “Mine is six,” she said with a shy air, her pale complexion turning bright red.

“WHAT?” Lucifer spat out his tea.

“Oh shit! Dad!” Charlie was flustered but did her best to compose herself. “I mean, I’m over 200 years old now, I’ve been living on my own for decades!” She took her girlfriend’s hand and squeezed it. “Besides, Vaggie is the only one that matters now.” The long haired angel gave her a watery look.

“Well…I guess you’re right sweetheart. So long as they all treated by little girl right?” Lucifer asked with an edge to his voice. At Charlie’s nod he said “Good.” He took a sip of tea before providing his number. “Seventeen.”

“Dad?! I thought…you and Mom…what?!”

Lucifer shrugged. “I don’t kiss and tell Charlie. But your mother knows about all of them. She was even there for some.” He grinned wickedly, looking completely like the king of Hell for once.

Charlie buried her face in her hands while Vaggie rubbed her back in sympathy. “Not too shabby short king. Okay Vags, you’re up!” Vaggie glared at him and flipped him off. “Just our fearless leader?” Angel teased. She huffed, glanced back and forth, and held up her index finger as she blushed. “Thank you for your honesty, Vagina. Huskiekins, how about you?” Angel turned around on the couch to face the bar as Vaggie bristled.

Husk sighed as he continued polishing glasses. “Three when I was alive. Nine since I died.” He was fully prepared for Angel to say something like “Wanna make it ten?” but he just received four thumbs up from the somewhat reformed demon.

“Apologies for our lateness,” your voice called from the elevator. “Alastor had to rewrap my wing this morning.” You and your husband walked arm in arm to the group, with Alastor making sure you were comfortable before taking his own seat. Once he was ensconced in the wingback chair, long legs crossed politely, Lucifer popped up to inspect your wing.

“Hm, not bad.” He had you stretched it gently and gave Alastor an approving nod. “Good work deer boy.”

“Oh ho, of course my good fellow!” The lack of static filter on his voice was the most display of annoyance he would give at the moment. He hated the idea of any man touching you, much less Lucifer Morningstar. But he knew he didn’t know how to help your wing injuries without the fallen angel’s help. “I am a quick study after all! Can’t let my darling rely on someone that might not be around, hm?” His smile widened as Lucifer’s growl showed his comment hit home. “So! What are we discussing today, chums?”

“Ooooh, this is gonna be good,” Cherri giggled as Angel replied. “Body count, Smiles. Before and after death for the Sinners in the group. So, what about you and the missus?”

“An odd topic, but alright. You’ve kept a better count than me, cher. If we count the one right before our death mine is seventy-four?” Jaws dropped at your statement.

“That sounds correct. I had eighteen before we met, and a few solo after our initial encounter. That makes ninety-seven for myself,” he said, looking up to calculate mentally. “I believe after my arrival here, my count is five thousand thirty-one. Give or take a dozen.”

You nodded as Cherri breathed “hooooly shiiiiiit,” with an impressed look. “Mine is still more modest, four thousand six hundred and two. Again, give or take a dozen. Of course, about half of those we did together.”

Alastor hummed in satisfaction. “Oh ho, yes that’s true. Would that increase or decrease our original counts? Or should we have a separate list for couples?”

“Fuck me, I didn’t think they were capable of that,” Cherri said in awe. Lucifer blinked one eye, then the other as his brain tried to catch up. Charlie had her hands over her ears and Vaggie was rubbing her temples. On the other hand, Angel and Husk were sharing a confused look.

“Doll face, Smiles, what kind of body count are ya talking about?” He remembered the discussion about your sexual preferences and the numbers didn’t add up. The simultaneous head tilts from you both confirmed his suspicions.

“Is there more than one kind of body count?” Alastor followed up your question with his own, “How can there be more than one kind of body count?”

“We’re talkin bout how many people we’ve slept with.” Angel paused, remembering your difficulty understanding innuendos. “I mean how many we’ve fucked. Boned. Had sex with.” At his clarification you looked somewhat less confused.

“Why would that be called a body count?” you wondered as Alastor looked surprised at Angel’s explanation. “I’m impressed Angel, I didn’t expect you to explain anything.” Audio of an audience applauding resounded in the room.

The spider shrugged. “I promised your gal I’d explain innuendos if she’d tell me what you two do when ya fuck. Ain’t gonna go back on my word, ‘specially with this cutie.” He winked and stuck his tongue out at the two of you.

“Okay, what's your sexy body count then?” Cherri, disappointed that the thousands you mentioned weren’t people you slept with, was even more curious now.

“One,” you and Alastor said in unison.

Cherri spluttered a bit at the difference between the two kinds of counts while Angel nodded sagely. “Yeah, that tracks, considering you’re both ace as spades and the weird shit you’ve done.”

Lucifer, unsurprised at the amount of death and destruction Overlords were capable of, did look intrigued by that. “What do you mean, ‘weird shit they’ve done?’” Vaggie clapped her hands over her ears as Charlie buried her face into the other girl’s hair in embarrassment. Cherri Bomb nodded encouragement to you.

“NO!” Husk and Angel yelled out together. Angel looked straight up panicked as Husk dashed over to block Alastor and you from view with his wings. “Trust me Luci, you don’t wanna know,” Angel stressed, grabbing the short man by the shoulders. “It broke my brain. Mine. The porn star. Don’t ask ‘em.”

“Is the fact that we’ve [redacted] really that upsetting?” Alastor asked from behind Husk’s feathers. “I think it’s more that we’ve done things like [oh no, not this again], cher,” came your cheerful reply.

Husk pressed his wings back, covering both your mouths. “Boss, Y/N, please stop.” Niffty choose that moment to scramble up Alastor’s shoulder and peek over Husk’s wing. “They’ve done [bleepitybleep] too!”

All heads whipped in her direction. The tiny maid looked proud of herself as she added, “My body count is five! Just one from life. That one counts for my murder count too!”

“Okay, new topic!” Charlie stood up abruptly, her face as red as her tuxedo jacket. “Umm, uhhhh, let’s talk about favorite foods!”

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Taglist: @whitewolfsoldat @edgyboi10000 @ch3sire-blu3 @clearly-awkward @badatpunz @bengewatch @chewbrry

#hazbin hotel #hazbin fanfic #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #asexual #asexual alastor #asexual reader #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #hazbin charlie #hazbin lucifer #hazbin niffty #hazbin vaggie #hazbin cherri bomb

[staytinyville]

OUTLAW (35)

ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

Series Masterlist

Warning: none (WHOO smut chapters wont be back until a bit)

A/N BETA READ (@mariana-mmtz).

“Hey, you go, Seonghwa.” You smiled up at the older man. 

You had been asked to fix the boy’s clothing after Mingi had told them you fixed his torn pant hole. With them finding out you were able to sew, they politely asked if you could do some of their clothes. You were more than happy to, seeing as it made you busy and kept you occupied. 

“Thanks, Darling.” He leaned down and gave you a peck on the lips. You smiled at him, blushing from his attention. 

Compared to the others, Seonghwa and Wooyoung were the two boys who enjoyed teasing you. They weren’t shy with their advances and would often time give you sweet kisses for doing something they asked. You enjoyed that they weren’t shy to act that way with you. It allowed you to see that there weren't any negative feelings towards sharing you with the others. 

“Hi, Jongho.” You gave the boy a soft smile, watching as he softly limped over towards you. 

While he had been taken off the crutches Yeosang told him to use, he still tried his best to not put too much strain on his injury when all they had to do was be around camp. 

“Hi, Love.” His gummy smile was on display. “You need anything?” He asked you, moving to sit next to you.

“No.” You answered him. “I’m about to start on Yeosang’s clothing to fix. You guys should really start to take care of your clothes better. How are you?” You asked him after chuckling.

“I'm fine. Everything has healed up nicely.” Jongho told you, massaging his knee. “The swelling is gone and the bruising is going away.”

“I'm happy to hear.” You grinned at him. When his smile got to you, you couldn’t help but to lean over and kiss his cheek. 

Seonghwa and Wooyoung weren’t the only ones who were more open with their affections. After each kiss you shared with the boys, you learned that they weren’t people who would accuse the other of something bad against you. You would never want to pin them against each other, but they have expressed to you multiple times that they were willing to share you. So you were trying to be more open with each one of them. 

However, it seemed Jongho still had a bit more trouble showing affection openly. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to share you with the others. It was more of the fact that he was scared one of them would come to tell him something about the affection you shared. He knew they would never tell it to his face, but it still scared him. 

“How's everything going?” Jongho cleared his throat. “With Yeosang?”

“The same as it usually was.” You told him. “Nothing's changed.”

“Dibs on you tonight.” Yunho came up behind the two of you, rubbing at the back of your neck. “I want cuddles too.”

You dropped your head back, stiffening your shoulders from the feeling of him grabbing your neck. 

“Hey, no fair.” Mingi called from the other side of the camp. “We never said anything about calling dibs.”

He took a few steps to reach you all, causing Seonghwa and Wooyoung to hear the bickering. They, too, came up to argue about who it was you would be spending the night with. Just as Yunho threatened Jongho with a hug and Wooyoung telling Seonghwa he would kiss him if he didn’t get you for the night, Hongjoong stepped out from the main tent. 

“Ya, stop fighting.” Hongjoong called, shoving the boys apart. “It's stupid.”

“Someone's coming!” San called into the clearing, rushing forward towards the weapons. 

“Go wait in a tent, Honey.” Yeosang placed a hand on your shoulder, softly pushing you to safety. 

“But what if something happens?” You asked, watching as the boys seemed to get ready for a fight.

“We got this.” Yeosang gave you a kiss on the lips, letting you go so that you could enter the safety of the main tent. 

Just in case a battle went down and someone entered, you looked around for a weapon to defend yourself with. When you found a large cane, you swung it in your hand for a moment before sighing deeply. 

Outside with the group, they all waited with bated breaths for the intruder to reach their camp. As the horse walked through the trees calmly, Hongjoong was the first to spot the familiar face on top of the animal. 

“Grimes.” A smile began to overtake his face. 

“Captain.” The young boy beamed, sliding off his horse effortlessly. “It's so good to see you all again.” He exclaimed as he was pulled into a hug by Hongjoong.

“You've grown so much.” Yunho laughed, patting the boy on the back. 

“How is your sister? The others?” Jongho allowed his weight to rest on his none injured leg after having been in a fighting stance. 

“We're all fairing well.” He answered. “I see you are all back together again.” He smiled, counting out all 8 of the members. “I'm glad.”

“How is everything?” Hongjoong asked, quickly wanting to get the bad things over with. 

If Grimes had been sent out to find the group, it could only mean something important had come up. 

“I don't know what to tell you guys.” Grimes suddenly sighed, looking down. “It's been a mess ever since you left.”

“Come on. Let's talk about it.” Hongjoong patted the boy on the back, leading him to the tent you were waiting in. 

When the flaps began to open, you held up the cane thinking someone was coming in to steal. But when you noticed Hongjoong enter, you immediately dropped it. He gave you furrowed eyebrows, watching the stick in your hands. You only gave him a grin, holding onto the cane tightly from embarrassment. 

“Princess, this is Grimes.” Hongjoong spoke up, pointing to the young boy who had entered behind him. “He's part of the Black Pirates.” He gave a bow of his head in greeting.

“Black Pirates?” You spoke up when you leaned back up. “Hello, it's nice to meet you.” You told him, bowing your head. 

“You as well.” He smiled. “It's odd to see someone else with ATEEZ.” He laughed a little. 

“She's Yeosang's wife.” Wooyoung cackled, passing by the boy to reach your side. 

“You got married?!” Grimes gasped, quickly turning to Yeosang. “No one's gonna believe me when I tell them!” He laughed out loud.

“Is it really that hard to believe?” Yeosang crossed his arms, playfully rolling his eyes. 

“Well, you guys are always so busy trying to save the day that it's a miracle you had time for yourselves.” Grimes spoke up, looking at all of them. “Is she part of the gang now?”

“I like to think I am.” You grinned. 

“We'll have a big party when you guys go back to Aurora!” Grimes exclaimed. “Left eye is gonna freak! Oh, my sister is going to be so happy to attend a wedding.” He turned to you.

You smiled, glad to see that the boy looked so happy.

“Anyway!” Hongjoong spoke up, looking at Grimes. “What do you got for us?”

“Oh, yeah sorry.” Grimes shook his head, looking through his satchel. “We intercepted some messengers from Sciensalver.” He placed a couple of papers onto the table in the middle of the tent. 

“They were on their way here to Cromer. We remembered you guys said it was where you were heading for the time being, so they sent me out to find you. Here, this is the message.” Grimes pulled out an envelope, handing it over to Hongjoong. 

“It’s addressed to the Mayor.” Hongjoong told everyone, reading over the name on the letter. 

He tore it open, careful with not ripping into the actual letter. As he read over the contents, his jaw began to clench. He pursed his lips for a moment before handing the letter off to Yunho.

“It seems we got a problem now.” Hongjoong told everyone.

“What is it?” Grimes asked, waiting for the letter. 

“Klein is working with Z.” Yunho answered. “At least, he's supporting Z's research for the drug.”

“Drug?” You asked, eyes wide. 

You had no clue what it was they were talking about. You had no idea who these Black Pirates were, but you figured they had something to do with the boys with how Grimes seemed to come to them with certain information. 

Everything had to do with their backstory–the same one you still have yet to hear. You knew they robbed from the rich and gave to the poor, but you remember Jongho telling you that they had to separate for a year. How deep was everything to the point where they had to leave each other? It must have been something big if going their own ways was the best option. 

However, hearing that drugs were involved with something they are a part of? They didn’t do them or sell them–it was obvious. You lived with them and have yet to find any kind of thing. Drugs were much different than just taking money from people who hoarded it. 

“I'll tell you later, Angel.” Yunho assured you. 

“This changes everything.” Yeosang sighed, handing off the letter to someone else. 

“Is that why he's raising the taxes? To pay Z?” You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows. 

“Maybe.” Hongjoong sighed. “At this point, we don't even know if he has the loot anymore.”

“He's just going to keep raising the taxes if we don't stop him, though.” You told him.

“What are we going to do?” Jongho asked. 

“Why don't you find a way to expose him?” Everyone looked up at you. “Blackmail him into stopping the raising or something like.” You shrugged your shoulders a little. 

“We'd have to find something that would tie him to the cult.” Yeosang agreed with you but knew there was going to be more to search for. 

“It's a cult now?” Your eyes went wide again, snapping your head to look at all of them. 

“Again.” Yunho calmly told you. “I'll tell you later.”

“Then we'll raid his home. Or city hall.” Hongjoong nodded, looking over at the map. 

“Guess we'll still have to go back to the original plan.” Yunho spoke up. 

As the guys continued on talking with one another, the letter had reached your hold. Your eyes skimmed over the neat handwriting. Most of it was how the person who wrote it was thankful for the donation Klein had given them. His great support would be much appreciated in the long run, and they would be sure to give back to the city of Cromer greatly. 

Your lips curled up in disgust as you thought about how Klein would support such a person who was in relation to drugs. There were a lot of things you didn’t know fully, but it didn’t keep you from coming to conclusions on your own. You did try to come up with a lot of different scenarios, but each of them still had the mayor of Cromer involved with the wrong people. 

“Good luck to you all.” You looked up as Grimes moved to leave the tent. 

“Tell the others we shall return soon.” Hongjoong gave the boy a smile. “After we pull this off, hopefully.”

“Of course, Captain.” Grimes grinned. “We'll wait for you, ma'am.” He tipped his hat in your direction. 

“Goodbye, Grimes.” You waved, walking out of the tent along with everyone else. 

The boys all waved Grimes off, giving him safe travels. Once his horse had disappeared into the treeline, Hongjoong spoke to all of you.

“Looks like we got some planning to do.”

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@thefrog3223 , @iarayara , @0rangemilk , @explorewithd , @detectivedoodle , @bangtanxberm , @a1i33a , @loveforred , @drunken-deitence , @0325tiny , @the-ghostest-with-the-mostest , @atinyreads , @atinytinaa , @lexiigom , @smilingtokki , @mismatchfluffysocks , @brain-empty-only-draken , @sousydive , @alex-tinyyy , @h3arteyes4mingi , @onedumbho3 , @popcatx0 , @blue1amory , @mommahwa1117 , @sunnyhokyu , @cloudieclair , @araknoid , @starjoongi1117 , @chel-awingcherry , @puppyminnnie ,

#kpop fanfic #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez wooyoung #ateez hongjoong #ateez san #ateez yeosang #ateez mingi #ateez jongho #ateez yunho #ateez seonghwa #fanfiction #hongjoong x reader #jongho x reader #seonghwa x reader #choi san x reader #wooyoung x reader #mingi x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader

[knightsickness]

the draft alicent being considered for immediate marriage off after viserys’ death is obviously intended to be like further alicent horror she can’t even rest as a widow now the jobs done there’s immediate talk of a second husband more kids etc and also transparently an effort to get aegon’s mother to fuck off to the iron islands where she can’t interfere with their plans or influence him but it is politically nonsensical. whoo is marrying off the dowager queen ten minutes after the king died to just some guy. jaehaerys level matchmaking. is there not a single marriageable woman in a greenie loyal family is there not anyonee in alicents retinue. throw a lannister maiden at him

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #hotd #house of the dragon #alicent hightower

[heartfullofleeches]

What if Orion’s ex (Barons mom) and Darling met? How’d that go down??

She'd be polite. She'd probably recognize the aura that wafts off them as Orion's, but she doesn't care about their union - moreso how it happened. They have to be special to whoo that devil over- She'd love to hear all about how they met and became lovers over tea or whatever darling prefers. I wouldn't go if i were them. (If you want a good reason not to trust her - she's the reason Jeremiah is.....whatever the fuck Jeremiah is)

#yandere oc #Orion my oc

[phoenixyfriend]

They Went to Live on a Farm

No, really. Rex and Wolffe got a ranch. Ahsoka's visiting!

Written for "Alive: A Rexsoka Zine," over at @rexsokazine. We just got permission to post! Whoo!

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She comes to the planet on public transport, safer now than she has been in years. She pays for a ticket, and hardly worries about bounties or Imperial inquisitors. She’s outlived that regime.

Renting a speeder is similarly easy.

(It’s been less than a decade since the destruction of Alderaan. It’s been only five years since the battle on Endor. Ahsoka is only forty-five, and she’s outlived civilizations.)

(It’s a sobering thought, always.)

Rex is waiting in the fields when the speeder pulls up. He’s out there with some herd animals that she’s forgotten the name of, wearing a straw hat on his head to protect his scalp from the sun.

His hair’s been thinning. He’s forty-one, but the clones aged double for the first ten years, so he’s really more like fifty, and…

Well, he hates to admit it, but his age is really catching up to him. Ahsoka’s usually too polite to point it out.

“Commander!” He calls out, and she disembarks straight into his arms with a laugh. The speeder is even still sputtering behind her.

“Commander,” she greets right back, and he chuckles against her montral, stubble rasping against the skin that’s leathered with age. She still swats at him for it.

“Rude,” he mocks, backing away and right into the side of one of the furry creatures that’s ambled up right behind him. It’s tall enough that it’s more like a high wall than anything, and he doesn’t seem particularly surprised by the creature simply showing up in his way.

“So, these are…” she trails off.

“Nerfs, actually,” Rex says, roughly smacking at the creature’s side. Said creature is large enough that it appears not to notice. “Just a bit of a local offshoot, relatively unique breed, bigger than the usual. The fur’s more like a bantha than the usual nerf, longer, that sort of thing.”

“So they’re mostly for textiles?” Ahsoka asks, coming closer by enough to pet the nerf’s snout. “The size certainly seems closer to a bantha…”

“Only when you don’t have them next to each other for comparison,” Rex says. “You wanna stay out here with the animals a bit, or go see Wolffe?”

“He’s in?”

“And only almost as grumpy as usual!”

(Continue on AO3)

#rexsoka #ahsoka tano #captain rex #commander wolffe #star wars #sw rebels #the clone wars #phoenix files #I don't think I mirrored quite all the edits from the final zine version over to AO3 but it's fine lmao

[horizon-verizon]

Alicent would HATE Anne Boleyn, a reformist who helped instigate the break from Rome and the Catholic church, and would call her the “concubine”, “whore”, she-devil”, “Jezebel”. Alicent would call Elizabeth a “bastard” and would support Katherine of Aragon, the pious, loyal and dutiful wife, a daughter of Isabella the Catholic.

Anne was everything that the ideal woman at that time wasn’t meant to be. She wasn’t submissive, she wasn’t meek, she wasn’t somebody who withheld her emotions, she was bold, she was very outspoken, she was emotionally demonstrative, probably emotionally sort of rather immoderate and rather extreme and not at all retiring, very assertive. And I think ultimately somebody who wanted to be in control of her own destiny; in that way makes her quite modern. I love her speech at her trial, in which she describes her one “crime” as not having shown Henry enough “humility”. I think that’s an extraordinary, “feminist” insight for a woman of her time. “I confess I have had jealous fancies and suspicions of him, which I had not discretion enough, and wisdom, to conceal at all times”, she recognized that she had transgressed against the norms of wifely behavior, that she didn’t remained in her proper place. To describe her as a feminist would be an anachronism, but she did step over the ever-moving line that marked the boundary of the comfort zone for men of her era, stepping right into the epicenter of politics during a volatile, dangerous time.

What’s up with Alicent’s stans trying to force nonsensical parallels between her and controversial & challenging women (Anne Boleyn, Medea, Clytemnestra, etc) ? Who’s next, Scarlett O’Hara, Anna Karenina, Hester Prynne ? I thought Alicent was the Virgin Mary who never did anything wrong and whose only character trait is suffering.

Answer to this post?

Again, haven't gone into any real depth with Anne Boleyn, but these sound convincing from what I do know of her. You really got me with the supporting Catherine of Aragon bit, because...whoo, Alicent would.

#asoiaf asks to me #anne boleyn #alicent hightower #fiction vs reality #english history #medieval history #european queens

[pilferingapples]

Hello! I'm having a hard time finding GOOD adaptations of Les Mis (apart from the musical of course) because so far I have only managed to run into the bad ones (BBC 2018, the Liam Neeson one, the whole nightmaris works). Anyway, I figured this would be a good place to ask for recs of adaptations that aren't just a complete butchering of the source material! (Oh and I HAVE seen Shoujo Cosette). Thank you :)

Ooh! I have some favorites!

Just good all around:

1925 , French(silent film! there's a fan copy going around with subtitles but honestly , it's a silent film; you'll be fine if you already know the story)

1934, French (ABSOLUTELY not 1935) - this one's a Criterion release so it's not too hard to find it subbed!

1964 Italian miniseries -ten parts, fantastic all the way through, actually paces itself well enough to spend real time on the politics in the second half! Good in Certain Specific Ways 1972, French: lots of focus on the Amis and Gavroche and Paris! Not so much on Valjean, Cosette, and Fantine. But what it does do well is SO good even if they keep stealing Bahorel's lines for other characters, do NOT talk to me about how he's a Minor Character when apparently he has enough scenes to feed an army , and not something easy to find in adaptations, that I think it's worth watching.

1967 BBC, English: a tv miniseries that is half about the best English adaptation I've ever seen, and half ...very not that. The original writer genuinely died halfway through the making of this and whoo boy you can tell, but those first few episodes are really good and in particular have some of the best work with Javert's character that I've ever seen. 1995, French: set in the first few decades of the 20th century, not a direct adaptation but rather a study of how the themes in Les Miserables repeat across multiple eras and lives. One of the most intense and painful Les Mis films I've seen but also one that really digs into its meaning , and the importance of how a story can affect people. VERY worth seeking out.

Not a Filmed Adaptation But Genuinely One of the Best:

The manga by Takahiro Arai, available in Japanese, French, and English ! the last of the 4 volume English omnibus editions is coming out this winter. Arai is a clear fan of the novel and there's so much care put into this, it's a great adaptation and a great manga in its own right.

As to where to find all these--well the English manga omnibus is being released by Seven Seas, but the others, it's going to kind of depend? There's so many Issues with various videos being available only in some locations, but I bet if you ask other fans here who are watching or have watched versions you're interested in, they can help you!

I hope you find some new favorites here!:D

#...don't ask me though because I'm currently transferring my libraries between computers >< #or I'd have offered

[imagine-darksiders]

Aight, so I just heard Strife’s voice-

Whoo boy, I was swooning. If he said anything nice, even just a little compliment, I’d be blushing and screaming behind a polite mask.

Also, I can imagine him singing “Feeling Good” by Michael Buble.

He’d take the reader by the hand and do a kind of slow dance, but as it gets to the part where he sings “And I’m feeling.” He’d lean down, tilt their chin up so that their nose is almost touching his helmet “Good~” and suddenly press them flush against him, his other hand wrapped around their waist and giving a playful squeeze. He’s enjoying himself way too much, the crinkling of his glowing eyes a clear indicator of the wide smirk as he turns whoever’s in his hold to putty.

Aight, that’s my daily dose of simping. (Haha! No it isn’t I’m going to hyper fixate on him for at least a week)

Have a lively day!

At least a week? Some people [not naming any names] have been simping for Strife ever since Gunfire released his concept art XD

We love tortured comic-relief.

#darksiders #darksiders genesis #Strife

[trivialbob]

I'm happy over a simple shirt I bought yesterday.

Feeling a need to walk, but tired of being cold, I went to the Mall of America. Some say it's about a mile to walk one loop inside the mall. After I strolled all three main levels my Garmin came up with 2.6 miles. It's a little wonky using the GPS indoors, so I'm not making any guarantees.

People watching is excellent. This has got to be the most diverse place in Minnesota. I heard English, Spanish, Arabic, Russian (?), Japanese, and more. People are in all shapes, sizes, political persuasions, gender identities, colors, attitudes, and manner of dress. The huge mall is next to the airport, and Minnesota doesn't charge sales tax on clothes, so I've heard the place gets plenty of out of state shoppers.

Does your bingo card have an ex football player with purple hair? Wait, is that the ex football player with purple hair in a wheelchair or the ex football player with purple hair shuffling along in a silky track suit? How about a cute young mom with three adorable children? Well, yes, but do you want the one with three girls, or three boys, or two girls and one boy? Because they are all there.

I like that I didn't see any of those silly, virtue signalling signs declaring All Are Welcome Here or We Respect All People. Those signs are not necessary because it just happens. All these different people all got along without placards telling them to.

Sure, I wanted to holler at a parent with a triple stroller (filled with three adorable children, two boys and one girl - BINGO!). She had stopped in the middle of a busy hallway to read her phone, causing chaos like Prius dawdling in the left lane of a busy highway.

But I wiggled around them quietly, as did other walkers and shoppers, and went on my way. Also I really can't complain because 25 years ago I was a parent with a double stroller (reasonably looking dad, two boys), taking winter walks there with my young kids. Surely I had been in someone's way.

At Old Navy I decided to go inside. Prices at my once-beloved LL Bean have exited my comfort zone. I also wasn't pleased with the quality of the last three items I purchased there. Eddie Bauer prices are high too ($85 for jeans? Please!) but EB at least has perennial steep discounts. Though I rarely shop Old Navy, I've always had a good experience there.

This long-sleeve tech shirt was marked at $22 (not bad) and just $11.50 (whoo hoo!) after the always-available Old Navy sale price. It was sort of a two-for-one in that I love how it looks and feels AND I didn't spend much money. I'll be back.

All my other tech shirts are from races. They're comfortable for exercising or sleeping on cold nights, but I'm not a fan of the graphics on some of them. Displaying "2016 Twin Cities Marathon" is okay with me, but I don't care for the word "Finisher" on the shirts. It looks odd to me, no better than "Participant" or "I did this." At least that one didn't have "Finished in 16,422nd Place."

#Oh dear I'm a mall walker #In three more years I'll be required to wear a track suit when I mall walk #Maybe I'll even be wearing those athletic shoes with Velcro tabs #Old Navy

[girlwifteef]

"The Real RomCom" Kirk Hammett x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and your friend dragged you to a lame party that you didn't want to go to and you end up meeting Kirk through that mutual friend. (not my GIF)! @josephquinnlov3r

TW: Alcohol, vomiting, and language.

PT 2

1984-85 Kirk Hammett

"That's the spirit!" Lars exclaimed to you over the blaring sound system in the house. You grabbed a glass and raised it so he could pour the shot. Little did you know that this would be a mistake on your part, since you were a light-weight. You swallowed hard at the double Lars poured for you and himself. Biting back the urge to tell him it was too much, you gulped the harsh brew as he did too.

"Whoo! That hit the spot!" The drummer yelled into the air slamming his hand onto the table.

"Fuck." You grunted, wishing you hadn't spoken moments prior to your stomach screaming for medical attention. You set the shot glass down thinking it's over so you can stick to your usual beer of choice.

"Another one for the road, Y/N?" Lars questioned, wiggling his eyebrows at you. God no, you wanted to go back home and get into fluffy pajamas. More than anything, though tonight, you wanted to talk to Kirk without making a fool of yourself.

You shrugged your shoulders, "If it'll loosen me up, why not." He smiled wide and pour another double shot for the both of you. Eying wearily at the liquor in your palm, you slammed it without another thought crossing your mind.

"Whoa." You sighed noticing how the drink went down your throat smoother, soon you'd feel light as a feather.

"Hit's the focking spot right!?" Lars asked.

"Oh yeah." You responded quietly, nodding your head. "You sound European." You giggled out.

"Danish, actually." The drummer corrected you. "You ready to go back upstairs? You seem in a good enough mood."

You hesitated. Of course you knew the alcohol would kick in later but couldn't it help now? What if it didn't? This was exactly the reason why you needed as much alcohol in your system as possible. "Yeah but-", you looked around, "-got any beer?" You asked as politely as possible. Look, you may be on the verge of being drunk but that doesn't mean you should loose your manners, you thought. The drummer smirked and, nodding his head, lead you over the one of the big ice buckets. He popped the the cap off of a bottle and handed it to you.

"How 'bout now?" Lars inquired you. You took a swig and gave him a nod. With a swift motion he put his arm around your shoulder and b-lined for the stairs. In a giggling and stumbling mess, you reached the top of the stairs and was greeted by a worried Beck.

"My god, Y/N! Where the fuck have you been?" She glanced at Lars, who was smiling sheepishly, and back at you. "A-are you drunk?" Beck asked almost daring you to say yes.

"Pshhhh, whaaaaaaat." You hiccupped. It was stupid to think the shots wouldn't work. Even you didn't convince yourself that you were as sober as a baby. Hell, you were drunker than a sailor, what the hell did Lars put in those shots. You had time to answer those later, right now, you were wondering why the beer you were drinking was being taken from your hand. "Hey! The fuck!" You yelled in a drunken rage, kicking yourself immediately at your outburst. Kirk had taken the drink and began scolding his friend.

"Dude, how much fucking alcohol did you manage to give her in a span of twenty minutes?" Kirk yelled at Lars. He was about to defend himself but you interjected, not wanting someone to pay for your mistakes.

"It was my fault!" You could hear the slurring in your words. "I had said 'yes' to a couple of shots and a beer and well, here we are."

"Why, Y/N? You never get this way." Beck sounded disappointed to you. She knew what you were trying to do. You thought the alcohol would suppress your anxiety, which it did, but your organs would pay in the long run.

"That's why I did, Beck. I never get drunk, you aaaaalways get to have the fun. Well maybe I wanna have fun too!" You yelled at your best friend. Lars, not helping the situation, cheered for your independence.

"Shut it, Lars!" Beck yelled, "Kirk can you help her sober up, I need to have a 'chat' with Lars." She stomped over to the drummer and grabbed him by the arm. You gave him a worried look and he audibly gulped. He began to beg Beck for forgiveness. Unfortunately, today your best friend wasn't having it.

"Um, Y/N?" Kirk said trying to getting your attention. You slowly shifted your weight and tilt your head up to look at him, trying to spill the shame you felt for getting this way. "Y/N, do you want to follow me into the kitchen?" He continued, still holding your drink.

"I- uh, s-sure." You tripped on your slurred words, cursing yourself. Thanks for nothing, Jameson, you thought quietly, scolding the Irish whiskey. "Lead the way." You stated fast. Taking a step back, you lost your balance momentarily before Kirk caught you by the hand. He pulled you forward keeping you on your feet as his other arm went firmly around your waste. You gazed up in awe at his kindness, not understanding why you couldn't see an ounce of annoyance on his face. He wasn't even embarrassed, he was worried about your well being.

"S-stay close, ok? Don't want to ruin all the fun tonight, sweetheart." The guitarist stated keeping his hold on you.

"Yeah, for sure." You agreed looking away with embarrassment. He started down the stairs and through the foyer, Kirk walked through double swinging doors. You had seen one or two people walk through but other than that, the kitchen was a desert. "Holy shit!" You gaped. "Why the fuck is this kitchen so huge! So pretty too!" You admired the paint job and cabinets as Kirk chuckled next to you. You felt his shaking figure flush against you, looking up you thought his smile was one that would kill. "Why are you laughing?" You asked starting to join him with little giggles escaping your lips.

"No reason, I just think it makes us look like the rich rich class." Kirk said laughing through his statement.

Your eyes widened at his sentence. "That's what I said to Beck when we first came in! I thought she was dragging me here to meet a bunch of rich, dumb, snobby people." You both started to laugh harder as Kirk loosed his hold on your waist to get water.

"Well, I hope I don't come off as snobby or dumb." Kirk stated hanging you a glass of tap water.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe you have some snobbiness to share." You teased, "Maybe there's a little bit of scoundrel in you too but you're certainly not dumb!" His face twisted into shock, jokingly taking offence to your accusations; this only made you laugh harder. You jumped to sit on top of the counter still laughing hysterically closing your eyes tight. Peeking an eye open, you catch Kirk staring. Feeling self-conscious, you died down your laughing fit, "What, I didn't choose my laugh." Ducking your head so you couldn't see his face. The guitarist brought a hand up to your chin to tilt your head back up to meet his gaze.

"I think you have one of the most beautiful laughs." He said with the most sincere and quiet, but loud enough to hear, voice.

"Oh, Th-thanks." You pushed out swallowing hard at the nearness of Kirk now than to moments prior.

"I actually wanted to ask you something, Y/N." He said with a hesitant voice, stepping back giving you breathing room. "And you know it's ok to answer truthfully, right?" How ominous. What he about to ask you that was so serious?

"Uh, ok? Shoot." A little on edge but still feeling fuzzy, you let Kirk ask his question.

"Lars didn't-", he stopped and took a breath before continuing, "well, Lars didn't, y'know, pressure you or anything, right? Like he didn't make you drink right?" You really couldn't help the small shocked look on your face at Kirk's kindness. He was worried about a complete stranger being pressured by his friends. Usually you hear about rockstars not caring about fans and how they just want to party all the time. But here was this absolute angle asking if his friend made you drink. Asking you of all people in the huge house if you felt safe, essentially.

Really, you just couldn't help ease your face into a warm and thankful smile. "No, I promise it was all me making the decision to drink." Kirk smiled back at that. "It's kind of funny though," you began to giggle a little bit, "I was planning on being the "designated driver" tonight but that was before I saw-!" You stopped abruptly and covered your mouth. It was like drunken word vomit, the truth was coming out too soon. You had to divert the conversation, now!

You were too shocked to open your mouth again, worried that more word vomit would come up. The guitarist decided to finish your sentence for you. "You saw an ex right? That's why you have your anxiety." You were surprised at how real that sounded, it really could have been the truth. In this case, it was going to be the truth tonight. You nodded you head slowly and saw his face drop into a sincere regretful look. "Man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up old memories, you should finish your water."

You interjected, "No, no, it's really ok. I just have a certain way of dealing with shit, y'know?" This was true to the lie and the actual truth, you thought. Kirk nodded and you began to gulp down the water like he suggested. You didn't realize how thirty alcohol can make you. Afterall, you've only been drunk a few times in your life. You were about to be reminded why you don't drink this very moment as you gave the cup back to him to refill it.

You hiccupped. "Um, Kirk. where's the bathroom?" You tried to ask sounding calm in your mind but it came out a little troubled. Unfortunately for you, his back was turned.

"What did you said, Y/N?"

"KIRK, WHERE IS THE BATHROOM!" You yelled impatiently.

"Oh shit, here I'll take you."

The guitarist helped you off of the counter and gently took your hand. He weaved through the crowd while you kept your hand in his and one over you mouth. The still blaring music wasn't helping your situation and neither was the light hand holding you were having with your celerity crush. Finally, you both push past the sweaty bodies and make it to a guest bathroom. You drop to your knees and hovered over the toilet. Kirk, not wanting to intrude but also wanting to help, stands awkwardly in the closed door way.

"Can you-" you hiccupped, "hold my hair?" You asked almost pleadingly.

"Y-yes, of course!" He dropped next to you and held your clumped hair as you began to spill everything you had ingested tonight, even your dinner that could now be easily identified as spaghetti. After a good two minutes of collecting yourself, you decide to send Kirk to wait outside for you to clean up. You give him a small but sincere thank you for his services and rinse out your mouth. After about five minutes, you come out and to your surprise, he actually stayed put.

"Hey, sweetheart. You feeling better?" Kirk asked tilting his head a little to look at you better.

Your heart skipped a beat at hearing the endearing name. "Yeah, thank you. I-I'm sorry." You apologized, you thought this was the most embarrassing night of your life. Now that the alcohol that you just threw up was out of your system, your social anxiety was back.

"Hey, don't apologize some of us just can't take as much as others. So don't feel embarrassed, actually I was shitting myself talking to you when you first walked in." He admitted.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Kirk Hammett was scared of talking to you! You couldn't really wrap your head around his confession. It's not alien to you that you have very low self-esteem but tonight might change that. "That's actually funny." You said smiling, looking up at him.

He looked at you weirdly, "What'd you mean? I'm not trying to be." You chuckled at that.

"No, no, let me explain." You began.

END OF PART 2

MUAHHAHHAHAH! MASSIVE CLIFF HANGER!!!!

Not really sure when I'll be back but more is to come

Chao~ <3

#kirk hammett #cliff burton #heavy metal #james hetfield #lars ulrich #metallica #x female reader #x reader #x you #kirk hammett x fem!reader #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett x you #kirk x you #sweetheart

[spacedykez]

my favorite things about epic the musical

but now we'll be the ones who ✨SLAY✨

i love how fast and intense the part where ody's giving orders is

the soldiers' little "WHOO"s after ody's lines OUGHHHH

*hawk screech* A VISION

"I know that I'm ready!! // I don't think you're ready..."

ody's voice is so SOFT when he's singing "it's just an infant"

zeus's voice is so deep. it fits him

the backing vocals on "if you don't end him now you'll have no one left to save // penelope!!"

ody & zeus's duet. no more needs to be said

"PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS, DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS" sobs. ough.

"is the price i pay endless pain?" yeah. seems like it. i mean the odyssey makes sure to remind us that you have endured "much suffering" like fifty times so.

the second repetition of "when does a comet become a meteor" with the whole chorus singing....

"and ithaca's waiting!!" is such a satisfying line for some reason

"PENELOPE'S WAITING!!" they have the best relationship of anyone Ever actually.

the men singing "captain, what's the plan?" so satisfying

"we're up we're off and away we go!" yayyyyy

"captain! :D" "polities! :D" (dont talk to me SOBS)

this whole song is just so great tbh.

I LOVE when ody and the men are singing together. so fun. idk why its just satisfying

jungle noises!! also the beat to Open Arms is just SOOOOO very nice i don't know why something about the drums is just so very /pos though

the lotus-eaters' voices are very fun tbh. i love the overlapping vocals. they sound like Creechurs /pos

when the lotus-eaters go "oooooh!" after polites' lines >>>>

the high flute/whatever it its thats playing the melody of athena's lyrics as she sings them? oughh >>>>>

"Let's go!!"

ody's smug little "ha-ha-ha-ha"

you can HEAR the smile in athena's voice when ody tricks her. like. ooh yes this one this is my favorite mortal.

"nah, don't be modest, i know you're a goddess" >>>

i just LOVE how ody sings "you are ATHENA badass in the ARENA unmatched witty AND QUEEN OF the best stra-te-gies we've seen"

ody's little "ohkay" after athena's "we'll see where it ends." god he sounds so just. blorbo. in this song. yknow. hes just so smug cat /aff

warrior of the mind, just, like, in GENERAL, is great

THE ARROW FLYING AT THE START OF POLYPHEMUSSSS

"WHO ARE YOU." you can HEAR the oh shit

i love ody and the Cyclops' whole exchange. just something about it.

i love the cyclops' voice filter? whatever he's got goin on. very cool

"hey cyclops do you know what's better than eating me? GETTING DRUNK!!! yeah trust me dude youll NEVER wanna eat me now"

i appreciate him repeating "nobody" three times so absolutely NO ONE can miss it.

"I'm so glad we see eye to eye" hehe. cause. yeah.

"what..? WATCH OUT!!" >>>>>>

THE BEAT HERE GOES FUCKING CRAZYYYYYYY /pos

the whole not exactly call-and-repeat thing that ody and his men do during this song. just. man i love this musical.

when the men r singing in the background of ody singing >>>>

"captain..?" POLITESSSSSSSS :((((((((

the BANGING... like. its so emotional /pos.

the cyclops singing a version of the song ody and his men were singing before >>>>>

the sort of focusing-in thing at the start of Remember Them? i dont know. its just very satisfying

remember them is just a great song all around. amazing. 10/10 no notes

i lied i have notes. i LOVE the guitar riff thing? that happens around when ody says "SCATTER"

"captain" "wait" >>>>>

the cyclops sounds so SAD when hes saying "don't go! :("

"my comrades will not DIIIIII-EEE-IEEEE in vain." they always say it like "diii-EEEE-iiiiiieeee" and its very funny

the line "selfish and prideful and vain" is so funny after reading the odyssey. this goddess raised your child for you and saved your life like 1932094234 times. have some goddamn respect. gods.

"YOU'RE NOT LOOKING FOR A MENTOR I'M NOT LOOKING FOR A FRIEND!" callbacks to previous songs >>>>>>

"wiser, why's your" love that. (sounds alike)

the little stuttering the music does at the end of this song!!! so satisfying.

#epic the musical #ive listened to this musical an UNHEALTHY amount #the otter splashes #anyways. LISTEN TO EPIC THE MUSICAL