No One Looks Dumber Than A Guy Who Calls A Girl Ugly After He Was Just Hitting On Her

me consuming every piece of queer media instead of having a social life:

my parents aren’t teaching me life lessons.

#i need some adults to TEACH ME SHIT ABOUT LIFE

DARK SOULS 3 SPOILER

The souls……………………………..are dark

~ under arrest ~

AGATHARIO ONE SHOT

Context: Detective Agatha confronts Rio, a cunning criminal from her past. As they clash, old feelings resurface, blurring the line between duty and desire in their dangerous, tangled history.

Pairings: agatha x rio , detective!agatha x criminal!rio

Authors note: a little bit of tension for you all, I might develop this into a full fic one day soon, hope you enjoy :)

The knife glinted dangerously as it slipped from Rio’s grasp, landing on the wooden floor with a sharp clatter. Agatha’s fingers were still wrapped tightly around Rio’s wrist, her body pressed against Rio’s to keep her pinned, her breathing slow but shaky.

Rio, however, was anything but subdued. A slow, lazy smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she looked up at Agatha. “You’ve got me right where you want me, don’t you?”

“Shut up,” Agatha growled, her knee pressing harder into Rio’s hip, her dark eyes burning with frustration.

“Admit it,” Rio said, purring “You’ve missed this. The thrill of the chase. The heat of it all.”

“This isn’t a game, Rio,” Agatha snapped, leaning closer, her voice dropping into something sharp and dangerous. “You’ve pushed me too far this time.”

“Too far?” Rio raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “I’d argue I didn’t push you far enough.”

Agatha’s hand trembled, just for a second, before she forced herself to steady. She hated how Rio always managed to twist the knife—not the one that had just hit the floor, but the one buried deep in Agatha’s chest ever since Rio had walked out of her life.

“You think this is funny?” Agatha hissed. “You think you can just… keep doing this and I won’t stop you?”

Rio’s grin softened into something more intimate, more cutting. “If you were going to stop me, you would’ve done it a long time ago, Aggie.”

Agatha froze. Her grip on Rio’s wrist tightened, her nails digging into the soft skin there. “Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” Rio said, her voice barely above a whisper now, her eyes locked onto Agatha’s. “Afraid it’ll remind you of what we used to be?”

“That’s not what this is about,” Agatha said, her voice shaking.

“Isn’t it?” Rio pressed, tilting her head, her smirk gone now, replaced by something softer, something darker. “You think I don’t see it? The way your hands linger every time you catch me? The way you can’t bring yourself to look me in the eyes when it really matters?”

Agatha’s breath hitched, and she cursed herself for letting Rio get under her skin—again. “I’m doing my job,” she said, her voice tight.

“Right,” Rio said, dragging the word out, her tone dripping with mockery. “That’s why you’re the one shaking right now? This was better when we role-played it.”

“I’m not—” Agatha started, but her voice broke, betraying her.

Rio leaned up slightly, the movement subtle but enough to close the distance between them. Her voice dropped, soft and intimate. “Tell me to stop, Aggie. Tell me you don’t feel it anymore, and I’ll walk away. I’ll disappear for good this time.”

Agatha’s fingers loosened on Rio’s wrist, her resolve faltering. She hated how Rio could read her so easily, how she could peel away every layer of armor Agatha had built.

“You always do this,” Agatha said, her voice trembling with anger and something she refused to name. “You tear everything apart, and then you act like I’m the one who can’t let go.”

“Because you can’t,” Rio whispered, her gaze burning into Agatha’s. “And neither can I… Leaving you tore my heart apart.”

For a moment, the world fell away. It was just them, the weight of their history crushing the air from the room. Agatha could feel Rio’s pulse beneath her fingertips, steady and unyielding, and it made her want to scream.

“After all these years, Rio, after everything we’ve been through, this is it. you’re going away because you don’t care, you never have.” Agatha scoffed, “Leaving me couldn’t have ‘torn your heart apart’, please don’t make me laugh, you don’t have a heart, yo-”

“Yes I do, Agatha, It’s black. And it beats for you.” Rio interrupts, never sounding as serious as she does now, looking deeply into agatha’s piercing eyes, hoping to find a glimmer of love left

Agatha’s breath catches in her throat, leaving her speechless, her eyes soften for a moment, all the memories of their romance flashing before her, thinking. The adventures, the chaos, the quiet times. Her lips curl into a small smile at the thought before clearing a throat and remembering all the hurt Rio caused her.

Then, with a sharp exhale, Agatha shoved herself to her feet, dragging Rio up with her. She snapped the cuffs onto Rio’s wrists with a ferocity that made Rio laugh under her breath.

“You think this is funny?” Agatha said, her voice hard again as she yanked Rio toward the door.

Rio leaned in close, her voice low and teasing. “I think you’re going to dream about this tonight.”

Agatha stopped in her tracks, spinning to glare at Rio. Their faces were inches apart, the air between them electric. “You don’t know me as well as you think you do,” Agatha said, her voice trembling with barely contained fury.

Rio’s smile was slow, deliberate. “I know you better than anyone else ever will, My love”

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

This was too many strawberries to draw.

AU Professor Agatha x Student Rio

My finished Mighty Nein portraits! I put them all together with a frame and some extra plants for good measure.

Drunk History just did a really amazing episode on the Stonewall Riots.

Besides everything, two great things about this episode: 1) The narrator is Crissle West, the woman who narrated the Harriet Tubman episode; and 2) Comedy Central actually cast transgender actors for transgender roles.

Gifs: Comedy Central

Check it out.