#{it's so sad.}

[aka-driver]

I Like Fun is the healing album of the week... had to sit and stare during Push Back The Hands

[deezee112]

The worst ending 8 : Broken by Love

The worst ending 7 | The worst ending 9

Yandere!Jack Howl x GN!Reader

A/N : I finally finished my exams!!! I'll be back to finish the ending. I confess that I'm very into Floyd's story and I haven't updated for a week.

If it looks weird now, I apologize. I drafted it before the exam.

Warning : This story contains themes of obsessive and possessive behavior , emotional turmoil , and a tragic ending.

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@iris-arcadia

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English is not my first language.

The first thing you noticed about him was the sharp glint of his golden eyes. He was smaller then, no more than a scrawny wolf pup with ears that twitched nervously and a tail that tucked between his legs at the slightest sound.

“ You don’t have a name, do you? ” you asked, crouching down to his level.

The boy stiffened, his claws digging into the dirt as he avoided your gaze.

“ That won’t do. ” you continued, offering a warm smile. “ Everyone deserves a name. How about...Jack? ”

At the sound of his new name, his ears perked up, his tail wagging hesitantly behind him.

You reached out, gently ruffling his hair. “ It suits you. Strong, dependable...and a little stubborn, I bet. ”

His face flushed, and though he quickly looked away, you caught the faintest flicker of a smile on his lips. His tail wagged a little harder.

From that day forward, Jack became your constant companion.

Jack grew quickly, both in size and strength. By the time he was a teenager, his broad shoulders and muscular frame a testament to his wolf heritage. But despite his imposing appearance, he still carried the same puppy-like loyalty that had first endeared him to you.

He was always by your side, watching over you with an intensity that was both sweet and a little unsettling.

“ You don’t have to follow me everywhere, you know. ” you teased one afternoon as you tended to the garden.

Jack, who had been standing a few feet away with his arms crossed, scowled. “ What if something happens to you? ”

“ In the garden? ” you laughed. “ Jack, the only danger here is getting dirt under my nails. ”

But he didn’t budge. “ It’s my job to protect you. ” he said firmly, his golden eyes gleaming with determination.

You sighed, shaking your head. “ All right, Mr. Bodyguard. Just don’t scare the neighbors with that scowl of yours. ”

Jack’s ears twitched, and for a moment, you thought you saw his tail wag ever so slightly.

Jack wasn’t just protective—he was playful, too. Sometimes a little too playful.

One evening, after a long day of chores, you collapsed onto the couch with a groan. Jack, who had been lingering nearby, suddenly leapt onto you, pinning you beneath his weight.

“ Jack! ” you gasped, struggling to push him off. “ What are you doing? ”

He grinned down at you, his sharp canines flashing. “ Playing. ”

“ This is not playing! ” you protested, swatting at his chest. “ You’re crushing me! ”

He barked out a laugh, his tail wagging behind him. “ You’re just weak. ”

“ Oh, you’re gonna regret that. ” you muttered, managing to free one arm. You reached up and flicked his ear, earning a startled yelp.

Jack recoiled, rubbing his ear with a pout. “ That’s cheating! ”

“ All’s fair in love and war. ” you quipped, sitting up and ruffling his hair. “ Now, go set the table for dinner before I flick your other ear. ”

Despite his grumbling, Jack obeyed, his tail wagging all the way to the kitchen.

As Jack grew older, his playfulness took on a darker edge. His games became rougher, his grip stronger, and his laughter more feral.

One evening, after a particularly rough game of tag in the yard, you found yourself pinned against a tree, his claws digging into the bark on either side of your head.

“ Jack, that’s enough ” you said, your voice firm.

He stared down at you, his golden eyes glowing in the fading light. For a moment, he didn’t move, his chest heaving as though he were holding himself back.

Then, with a sharp shake of his head, he stepped away.

“ Sorry.... ” he muttered, his ears flattening against his head.

You touched your arm, wincing at the faint bruises forming there. “ You’ve got to be more careful, Jack. You don’t know your own strength. ”

He didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the ground.

The final straw came on a stormy night. The rain pounded against the windows, and the house was eerily quiet save for the occasional crack of thunder.

You were in the living room, reading a book, when Jack appeared in the doorway. His clothes were soaked, his hair plastered to his face.

“ Jack, what happened? ” you asked, setting the book aside.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he crossed the room in a few long strides, stopping directly in front of you.

“ You’ve been spending a lot of time with them ” he said, his voice low and tense.

“ Spending time with who? ” you asked, confused.

“ Them. ” he growled, his claws flexing at his sides. “ The people in the village. You laugh with them. Smile at them. You never look at me like that anymore. ”

“ Jack, that’s not true— ” you said gently, reaching out to touch his arm.

But he jerked away, his golden eyes flashing with hurt and anger. “ You don’t need them. You only need me. ”

“ Jack, you’re scaring me.... ” you said, taking a step back.

“ I would never hurt you. ” he said quickly, his expression softening. “ But they’re trying to take you away from me. ”

“ No one’s trying to take me away. ” you said firmly. “ You’re imagining things. ”

But he didn’t believe you.

Later that night, as you prepared for bed, you heard a knock at your bedroom door.

“ Come in. ” you called, expecting Jack.

He entered slowly, his ears flat and his tail tucked between his legs. In his hands, he held a small bouquet of wildflowers.

“ I’m sorry. ” he said quietly, his gaze fixed on the floor. “ I didn’t mean to upset you. ”

Your heart softened, and you offered him a small smile. “ It’s okay, Jack. Just try to control your temper, okay? ”

He nodded, his tail wagging slightly. “ I will. I promise. ”

You reached out and took the flowers from him, brushing your fingers against his. “ Thank you, Jack. These are beautiful.. ”

But as you turned to place them on your nightstand, you felt a sharp pain at the back of your head.

The world spun, and you collapsed to the floor, your vision blurring. Through the haze, you saw Jack standing over you, his eyes wide with panic.

“ I’m sorry. ” he whispered, his voice trembling. “ I didn’t mean to play so rough... ”

But it was too late.

As the darkness closed in, you heard the faint sound of his tail wagging behind him.

Jack never left your side. Even after your lifeless body grew cold, he stayed, his head resting against your chest.

“ You’re still my good girl. ” he murmured, his voice broken. “ You’ll always be mine. ”

And in the quiet of the storm, the only sound was the mournful howl of a wolf who had lost everything.

[necrotic-nephilim]

HI!! hope ur having a good day.

do you have any headcanons about how/when jeantim would happen? :]

hello!!! i am having a lovely day, i went to the library and somehow between four people, we got 28 books. which is even funnier given one of those people is an infant who can't read. but i would LOVE to talk about JeanTim headcanons oh my god-

so the thing i can never decide on with JeanTim is if i prefer them getting together during or after AzBats. i *think* for like, a longterm relationship, i lean toward afterward. don't get me wrong, i *love* dub-con JeanTim where either Jean-Paul outright non-cons Tim, or more my speed, where Tim offers himself sexually to Jean-Paul as a desperate attempt to get him to be a less violent Batman. the joy of Tim is his need to serve and placate Batman, so i think if he thought offering himself sexually to Jean-Paul could do anything to control Jean-Paul's violence, he'd do it in a heartbeat. regardless of his feelings or lack thereof for Jean-Paul. which is very fun for fucked up porn, but as a longterm relationship, i think eventually it wouldn't work out. Bruce comes back and Tim deals with the emotional consequences of being with Jean-Paul sexually. still very fun as a fucked up thing Tim has to live with for the rest of his life.

for a serious relationship, i think it makes the most sense it happens afterward. i like the idea of Tim checking up on Jean-Paul after Bruce comes back (during Batman: Prodigal Tim believes Jean-Paul's innocence regarding a recent crime even when Dick doesn't, so there's some kind of faith Tim has in Jean-Paul) just to make sure he's okay. once Jean-Paul is back on his feet, the visits peter out and stop entirely. they work together now that he's Azrael, sure, but it's not the same as Tim coming over with hot soup to play a card game and ask how Jean-Paul is doing. and i think Jean-Paul misses it. i *love* the idea of Jean-Paul's Catholic guilt manifesting around sexuality, especially if he's not only attracted to a man but a teenager, it'd fuck him up. him liking Tim since they met but being unable to face those feelings. no matter how much he prays and clears his mind, he can't get them to go away. and unlike his violent tendencies, he can't blame these feelings on the Azrael personality. i like his love for Tim to be a soft, innocent thing. his sexual attraction for Tim is quite violent and possessive, but his love? that's all gentle. it's such a dichotomy of Jean-Paul wanting to ravage Tim but also just hold him. i love ships that are sexually feral but desperately soft at the same time, especially when it's born out of trauma bc Jean-Paul doesn't understand how relationships work.

given how much i love Sword of Azrael (2022), i would *love* to write JeanTim that takes place after that arc, and after Jean-Paul sort of has this spiritual rebirth, being an angel of mercy instead of an angel of vengeance. because no matter how much Jean-Paul has apologized and made up for what he did as Batman, especially to Tim, that guilt has clung to him for years. and so i think after that arc, with a more stable sense of identity, him going to Tim to just properly talk about it would be so good. especially because now, Tim's not some teenage boy. he's taller, broader, holds himself higher. it's impossible to deny how much he's changed and grown since he and Jean-Paul last *really* spoke. and all those feelings Jean-Paul had for a young teenager, all those gentle visits that came after, just come rushing back to him. and he's stumbling over his words trying to give an honest apology and just talk about everything he's been through but the words won't come out and he feels so selfish talking about himself and not asking about TIm. so he asks how Tim has been while they drink tea and just go on and on for hours.

and then i think, when it's getting dark out, Jean-Paul awkwardly says he's going to leave and Tim would just. offer to let him stay the night. being very clear what he's implying. and Jean-Paul is *mortified* bc he never realized his feelings would've been obvious to *Tim* of all people, a well-trained detective. i think it'd take a lot of coaxing, with Tim insisting that he wants this. maybe even slightly dubcon, with Tim dragging Jean-Paul to bed. not bc he wants to force Jean-Paul, but bc he knows Jean-Paul will never let himself have what he wants, especially when he's afraid of hurting people. but Tim always gets what he wants so <3 he and Jean-Paul sleep together and start a weird, shaky relationship

i think it's particularly funny if Tim doesn't explain it to anyone. he's just dating Jean-Paul now and daring anyone to question him. he *could* hide it, and he probably should, but he knows he won't get away with hiding for long anyway. it'd be a very slow relationship that's one half very sweet and one half absolutely unhealthy and unhinged because of all of their complicated history. but Tim just leans into it and if anything, enables how weird Jean-Paul can be able religion. religious kink and blasphemy dialed up to the max.

anyway i just think there's so many ways they could get together in varying degrees of fucked up and it makes it so fun. this is *the* peak Batman/Robin ship to me and i won't be convinced otherwise. it's all of Tim's need to fix Batman thrown into a man who should've never been Batman. it's Jean-Pauls religious guilt over being infatuated with a teenager and pushing him away because of it. it's so good.

[nickandros]

listened to a theremin arrangement on tiktok that has deeply broken my brain and i've been listening to it on repeat for an hour. don't text don't call i'm melting into the carpet.

[orbviously]

everyone who’s ever written ships with my boys: tfw orbot and cubot will outlive them

me: : )

[needlcd]

can  i  please  pretend  arya  and  gendry  kissed  during  their  little  wrestling  match  or  in  one  of  their  many  arguments?  just  so  her  first  kiss  isn’t  raff  the  asshole  sweetling  trying  to  grope  her. 

[g0reme-blog]

You know, it always amazes me that attractive humans are the most arrogant pieces of shit to walk the earth.