#ngl i want mold personally

[fondesmode]

#mold #vs #vanilla extract #ngl i want mold personally

[rthko]

i'm not a gaylor, couldn't care less about that woman, but ngl that thread got me thinking. do you think it would be fair to posit that classic pop fandom presumes heterosexuality from the female stars it consumes? the figure of the diva specifically feels very straight woman centered, the only exception i can think of being maybe lady gaga. well i guess everything presumes heterosexuality from everyone, but it does feel slightly different in this case imo

I think it's a fair observation. A lot of gay men, starting in childhood, strongly identify with women in media. As kids without known queer friends or role models, who knew we didn't relate to most other boys, we often thought of ourselves as more similar to girls. I obviously can't say this is universal among gay men but it's common enough that, for example, I can talk about how badly I wanted to be Anne Hathaway with a group of like minded gays and no one will find it unusual. Others will even chime in with the women they wanted to be! And I think this sort of identification often comes down to identification with women as desiring agents (making it easier to express attraction to men) and as siblings in abjection. Like, the boys are mean to you? Us too. Let's play house at recess about it.

I make it sound very adolescent, and that's where it seems to start, but it's also because there's no guarantee it will turn into any sophisticated friendship or political affiliation with women. I think diva worship, fag/hag relations, and anything similar are morally neutral. It can speak to genuine interest and support, or it can be a patronizing charade that refuses to relate to women beyond an expected shared attraction to men. I can't say that diva worship is any one thing because it can come from a place of genuine respect for a woman's artistry and be a symbolic outlet of gender expression or a parasocial mess.

Lady Gaga is herself an interesting example because yes, she is bisexual, but that doesn't really come up in her diva treatment. But the example of Taylor Swift, as discussed in the thread you're mentioning, is also unusual. The accusation, for the unacquainted, is that gay men aren't sympathetic to "Gaylor" because they want her to be straight so they can give her the diva treatment. But, and I mean no offense by this, that's not really the reason most people like her. Everything about her public image is too personal and "relatable" for her to fit that larger-than-life mold. Clearly that works for her, clearly that has yielded results, but personally I find her most interesting when she knows she's delivering a fantasy. If this seems like a superficial way of viewing art, I would counter that treating an artist as a detached patron saint of glamour and obsessing over every detail of their personal life are two sides of the same parasocial coin.

I think the ideas that are really in conflict in the "Gaylor" vs "Hetlor" debate (and for the love of God come up with a more tasteful name for the latter) is not really whether Taylor Swift is queer or straight. I'm sure you'll agree that not being onboard with Gaylor does not mean someone has a specific investment in her heterosexuality, because most of us don't really care. The conflict is between two different ways of relating to art. Rather, it's about relating versus resonating. Even if Taylor Swift is gay, hardly anything about her life, as might be explained by her wikipedia page, is relatable. But maybe one resonates with the pressures of having to please everyone, to the dehumanization of men's "Madonna-whore" complex towards women, to heartbreak, to dancing it all away. And maybe one specifically relates from a queer perspective. Go for it! It's unfortunate that Creep by Radiohead has a bad reputation, because I and a lot of other queer people find it really resonant. I don't get crushes on straight guys like I used to, but when I did it was humiliating! It wasn't the prospect of their rejection that hurt, but the idea of being repulsive and looking in from the outside at a world you will never belong to. It speaks to a queer perspective, but I don't have to wonder if this was intentional or if Thom Yorke himself is gay to see it.

I think, memes aside, the Internet is excessively cruel to Swifties. Even with Gaylors, I feel for their need to identify with an artist they feel feel expresses an underrepresented point of view. No, James Somerton, a handful of children's cartoons does not prove that lesbians are winning the representation war. But I also want to say to them that, a perceived lack of representation aside, no one is forcing you to speculate about this woman's sexuality. If she is just as straight as she claims to be, that doesn't have to ruin your queer readings of her work. If a straight woman sang the words "you can want who you want; boys and boys and girls and girls," and it came from the heart, good for her.

This was all very characteristically meandering of me and only kind of answered your question. I agree that a lot of gay men's interest in women is stunted by the expectation that they could only bond over shared attraction to men. I think gay men owe queer women the world. I also just don't really think this applies to the Gaylor thing. She is, as far as anyone knows and as far as she herself has stated, a heterosexual woman. That said, I do agree that the lesbian diva is an under-explored archetype that I'd love to learn more about.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

I'm still here ngl..

*

Listen, I see this and feel so much happiness. Jimin dancing, showing who he is, showing the versatility of his style and giving us just a glimpse into the extensive, vast range of his talent.

There's been some revisionism happening regarding BTS that's ratcheted up in the last three years or so. I can't be the only person who's noticed it. People more forcefully asserting things about the members that are just plain absurd, like saying this or that member isn't that talented, or that xyz member has this massive character failing that's only just apparent now for some reason, or that things they've said and done aren't actually the case. After FACE, I noticed people saying shit like Jimin can't sing and can't dance...

That reminds me, I went to a cup-sleeve event in June for another group and someone told me to my face Jimin can't dance and I almost uppercut that bitch. It ticked me off but I didn't actually assault her. What I did instead was ask her to explain what she meant, told her I disagreed, and showed her why by playing Jimin's Black Swan solo DP. She took back her initial claim and said she'd just been in a k-pop group online and all those people were saying is how none of the BTS members are that talented especially Jimin who apparently can't sing to save his life and whatever dancing he can do is limited to a few moves from 6 years ago.

Plain insanity.

Jimin, out of the kindness of his sweet, magnanimous heart, is giving the amnesia patients a crash course in who he is. He's reminding people he is Park Jimin of BTS. The dancer who joined a nearly bankrupt agency, had the shortest training period in that agency's history, and with the least resources, and debuted as the main dancer and lead singer of what is now the biggest group in the world. The man who critics from all over the world laud as a virtuoso, in voice, dance, and performance. His voice has brought men to their knees, calmed babies, enchanted concert halls, made stadiums full of people cry out in pure joy. There's nobody alive or dead like Park Jimin, and the fact we all get to exist in the same time as him is a blessing too many people (for my liking) take for granted.

ThisIsJimin is a gift I'm thankful to Jimin for giving us again.

*

Anyway, I was watching that clip again with a friend and she pointed out how cool the dance practice room was. Noted how it's a massive improvement from the old BigHit halls that had mold growing on the walls and water dripping on live wires in the back. It's taken years, hard work by the members, good business sense from BigHit/HYBE, and a lot of my own hard-earned money as well as the resources (time, money, otherwise) from ARMYs over the years to get to this point - and I just want to say, speaking for myself, even though I still see massive room for improvement, I feel very happy with the state of things.

HYBE is cultivating a solid roster of talent built on BTS's hard work. The world-class facilities in the building is the first good sign, as well as the talent now being fostered there. I love the quality of the army of dancers Jimin had access to for his SMF Pt2 performances, I love that NewJeans is doing so well that Riot Games sought them to feature on their new World's anthem, I love that a whole new generation of incredible groups are growing in the environment created by BTS's own trials and success.

BOYNEXTDOOR is a group that continues to have my attention because all six boys are just that good. They posted their dance practice for Crying today (my favourite song from a rookie group in 2023), and I noticed they did it in a similar dark coloured dance practice room Jimin filmed his #ThisIsJimin choreo in. And that really just put a very silly smile on my face for a reason I can't pinpoint yet.

*

Maybe it's aftereffects from the Jimin Effect after streaming his reel as hard as I'm streaming Indigo lately.

I see the asks you send, about Golden, JK in general, jokers, this or that thing happening in fandom, and I'll get to them at some point but I don't want to talk about them right now. Because I'm still stuck on Jimin showcasing himself in that air conditioned, world class dance practice room that's only possible because of his hard work, tenacity, talent, and love for his group.

I'm still stuck on Jimin and legit cannot move on. He's such a beast. Such a calculating, proud, stubborn, and kind beast of a man.

I'm not sure what's going on with me.

We're in Jimtober so maybe his juju is just extra strong and I can't escape his grip no matter what I try. Anyway, it's a good idea to stream FACE, allow yourself to re-experience his album, check out his other solos as well (played Christmas Love over the weekend and realized it sounds even better on low frequency speakers), and eat a lot of spicy food followed by warm/hot drinks because Jimin is curious about such things (and it really does work).

#jimin #bts #bts chapter 2 #gush post #boynextdoor is an amazing group and you should get into them if you haven't already #Youtube

[pen-observing]

synopsis: It doesn't matter which name he chooses to go by; even after 500 years you will call him Zandik. Even after decades, the two of you will be tied by an invisible string. Years come and go but somehow the two of you continue to argue about the same philosophy. He calls this thing a blessing, you call it a curse.

pairing: dottore x gn! reader word count: 5.3k warnings: time jumps, domesticity hints, mentions of hickeys, dottore is complicated and so is your relationship, ngl reader kind of faruzan coded with the curse, proofread but while skimming.

i. spring

The first time he meets you, he finds you annoying.   Laughing about it comes so easy now even if the memory is around five hundred years old, but, back then, on the very first day that you sat down next to him – he undoubtedly found you annoying.  

While answering to the name Dottore, he would never say he got attached to any particular season in the year. Every true scientist knows that change is the only permanent thing because it helps them shape and mold new creations. Chasing after change meant chasing something eternal even back then when he was simply Zandik.  

Yes, he answered to the name Zandik. His classmates as well as fellow researchers from other darshans knew him. There was a certain genius that always showed itself. It was admiration that followed. Those who wanted to partner up with him or those that simply wanted a glance from him; it was a certain privilege he could leverage. But he also had unspoken rules and one of them you decided to cross.  

Everyone knew that when Zandik was inside the library with more than 9 books in his hands, nobody was meant to approach his table. It doesn’t matter how many people were intended to use it; a certain sense of ownership existed. If you wanted to get on his good side, you would not bother to approach him when he was deep into theoretical research. When someone did, they would get a tense jaw, a lowered gaze and red eyes that glimmered. It doesn’t matter that everyone called him handsome, in those moments he was simply scary to look at.  

He thought that this spring day would prove fruitful in answering his passionate research question. He laid down his materials; he was enjoying sketching and reimagining a new model when out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone with a Haravatat uniform approach his table.  

Surely it was a mistake on their part. He placed his hand on the bottom corner and was about to flip to the next page when his hand stayed hovering above the corner he wanted to keep pristine. You were lucky he didn’t grab the delicate paper in between his fingers because he could have risked denting it when you saw down.  

You sat down? At his table? When he had not 9 but 13 books in front of him and his personal materials? Haravatat students did have a certain repertoire for being particularly annoying he remembered. Others found them either too bubbly or too quiet; they were known for their ‘specific’ behaviour, loud debates and their emotional connection to languages. Zandik could respect the few individuals that actually were valuable there but he could not respect someone breaking one of his rules and distracting him from his own research.  

His jaw was already tense but it fell open when he turned his head in your direction and realized you had no shame. Typical of a Haravatat student.   You sat there on the chair diagonally from him; your legs were crossed, your head was leaning against your hand and you were looking directly at him. The book in front of you couldn’t even be used as a cover up.  

It was closed.  You were staring at him.  You felt no shame when he turned around.   God, were you annoying.  

If he wanted his peace back, he would have to make it by chasing you off. To chase you off, he would have to engage with you.   He placed his hands on the either side of his book, he leaned in slightly to get a better look at you. Animals did this all the time – they showed signs of hostility. Humans, as the ultimate animals, were no different. Perhaps this would be enough to activate you own instincts and chase you off?  

… 

It wasn’t.   You were still looking at him.  Analysing him.   You were after something.  

“What do you want?” Just because you were here, it didn’t mean his voice would change. Your presence should have no effect on him similar to that.   He was hoping you would answer fast but you just continued to look at him. Then, you uncrossed your legs in a frustrated motion and you shook your head. How annoying.  Just what was it that you wanted? 

“I will not ask you what you want again. Leave if you have nothing to say.” 

That seemed to strike a nerve. Because for the first time in a long time, someone glared at him. You crossed your legs again and scowl was on your face in a matter of seconds. How animated; how easy you were to read like a creature. You approached his table. You looked at him; so why were you annoyed now?  

“Listen, I don’t have a lot of time to entertain your foolishness what-” suddenly, your hand stretched out and your index finger was pointing at him. 

“You!” How dare you point at him? His jaw grew tighter and his shoulders tensed. You had not right for this.   “You! What does it mean to be human?!”  

…   Excuse you?   His shoulders fell down and he leaned back with laugher. Not only were you annoying, you were absurd. Who does that to anyone? Who does that to him?  But sure, he supposes he could entertain your little question. His laughter stops and he straightens up.  

“To be human means to chase change.”  

That is what he has been doing all his life. That is what brought him here. Why do you blink up at him like an unimpressed mushroom boar? Is his answer not good enough for you?   You stand up and pick up your own book.  

“So disappointing. I thought a genius everyone mentioned would give an answer not underlined on chapter two. As if chasing change could mean being human. Do you really think change is something you can catch? Absurd.” 

He wasn’t absurd.   You were.   How dare you act like this? How dare you simply turn around with a bigger scowl on your face and walk away from him?  

You didn’t even give him your name and you dared to accuse him of being absurd? Haravatat students will always be so odd. And did you have to do it in a full library so everyone would get a front row ticket to your theatrical show?  

Ah yes, Dottore is sure even when reminiscing.   You really were annoying on the first day he met you.  

ii. summer

“Can you believe he actually implied that she was ugly and then got offended when she dissed him proving she overheard it? And now, suddenly, mister ‘I am rich and your family is poor’ is disappointed because she won’t marry him?!” 

Perhaps never wanting to find out your name would have been more beneficial to him? If he only dubbed you as ‘that-one-library-weirdo', he wouldn’t be listening to this right now. But, Zandik compares it to the months when he hadn’t know you and he realizes doing his experiments in front of this giant machine was more lonely back then.  

The grass and the night sky, a small flutter of the wind that made the corners of his papers turn up; it suddenly feels more full...this place that you share. Somehow, he found out your name and general passions from other students. Then, when you approached him in the library table again without saying anything, he allowed that too; furrowed brow and all.   Then, the two of you had to acknowledge one another in the hallways with a head nod, or a small wave or an occasional ‘hi’ uttered softly.   He isn’t quite sure when and how the two of you started sharing a few notes, sitting next to one another in the same elective the next semester or even going out for food and drinks.  

He once said it was odd and you told him that is the whole problem with his philosophy. Change just happens; you cannot catch it as it unfolds. You said it would always be that way because humans functioned for eons with it. You said he should think of it as a natural law and he would have, had you not decided to suck on the straw of your drink so loudly the hair on his head stood up.  

Still, this was a welcome change to him. He tends not to dwell on it too much; after all, those thoughts were your job.   Yes, he let you sit in the grass next to him while he fixes up this machine.   Yes, he didn’t completely tune you out.   And, yes, he might have told that stuck-up blonde man in his darshan that you were in fact not single. It isn’t like lying and manipulation were out of his character; Zandik swore he would get what he wants and reject anything he deems unworthy. That blonde man whose name he didn’t even bother to remember was unworthy of you. Simple as that. Nothing more.  

For the first time since he was a simple child, Zandik felt like he had made a genuine friend. Having to share a table with the two of you both annoying him would have been torture.  

The new mechanical part needs 5 screws. One. Two. Three. 

“Zandik, are you listening to me?” 

Four. 

“Yes, yes – I don’t know why you called that man a ‘standard’ of romantic literature if he acts like that.” 

The fifth one. The last one is always the worst.  

“I don’t have time to explain that again. I have something more important to tell you.”   “Mhm.” 

If he could just get it to fit right and make this work, he would be at the end of his experiment. Just a few more twists and- 

“I am leaving Sumeru tomorrow morning.” 

He halts. The screwdriver stands still not having finished the mission assigned to it. Something inside the machine cracks and for a second Zandik wonders if that noise came from inside of his own body. Shouldn’t he be mad? Upset? This is the first time you’re telling him about it. Wait, if so, it must be a silly trip that is meaningless and so insignificant you forgot to mention it.  

“Oh, are Haravatat students setting up camp somewhere again? Your darshan really likes to have bonding experiences.”  

Zandik continues to twist the screw; the machine failed but he will see this through to the end. Looking up at you when he already knows the answer from the silence that settles between the two of you would show his weakness. Zandik has no weaknesses anyone knows of. Zandik has a prideful disposition he will keep up regardless of what happens.  

“It is just me...remember how I said this romantic book is fascinating? I didn’t mean the romance of it; I meant the ruins that are described only briefly. They’re too detailed to not exist somewhere in Natlan! I am sure of it! I got permission to make them my thesis. Isn’t that great?”  

You never talked to him about your thesis plans. He was forced to listen to 5 hours of why the female lead’s arrogance was important in the novel but he wasn’t privy to something more intimate of your plans.  

He didn’t tell you much about his childhood and judgments of his villagers or classmates. He didn’t reveal anything significant about himself but...that library table was his intimate space which he allowed you to occupy. Nobody else.   And this place? Do you know how meaningful it is to him? To his dreams and aspirations as a researcher? Do you know how many nights he spent on the grass you are sitting on right now just trying to get his research to work? And, if it didn’t, the hours he spent hoping and cursing at the parts?  

Zandik suddenly felt cold towards you. He let you inside these intimate spaces and what did he let in return? Less loneliness? The two of you clearly didn’t connect as human beings. What does he know about you? He knows the way you write in the margins and the shapes you’d draw on his papers, he knows the way you talk when passionate – how he has to take one step to the left when you start debating a syntax issue unless he wants your outstretched hand to hit his cheek – he knows the annoying sound you make when drinking from straws; fuck, he even knows the patterns to your walks.  

Was this what you truly meant when you said humans cannot catch change? The fact that just now he realized how much he knows about you yet not enough to have predicted this?   The worst by far, is that he cannot find it in himself to yell at you for how he feels. He can’t yell at you for not knowing this... He knew that everyone travels for their thesis, so, he should say he expected it.  

You don’t need to know how he thought the two of you would travel to the same place but with different research objectives. Still, what else can he do besides let you go?  

He looks at you. Finally. But you wish that he hadn’t. This is an expression you’ve never seen on him before; an expression that makes leaving such a hard task even when you rely on not saying goodbye.  

Zandik sometimes reminded you of stoics; the way he would take every failure and success as equal opportunity without getting derailed. But, only now do you see his red eyes glow; the way they’re looking at you while hardly blinking – like he is trying to remember as much of you as possible to carry with him.  

You never could have guessed how right he was; how even that millisecond meant remembrance that haunts.  

The two of you don’t say goodbye that night. You wish each other luck and promise to compete on who can finish their thesis faster.  

Neither of you do.  

Zandik gets expelled for how obsessive he becomes.   And you get lost to time. Lost to Natlan.  

The last news Zandik hears about you does not come from any of your letters – they were only three after all. He hears from the Matra that you rushed inside a ruin and were lost forever. 

The word forever always had a special ring to him; that was the first time he hated it. If you were lost forever, he would simply be better than you. He would live forever and make sure to do everything he wanted. Ample time leads to ample rewards.  

Zandik, when he changes his name, abandons everything that grounded it. He throws away your letters and he throws away you. Only he knows what was harder to discard.  

iii. autumn

Dottore sometimes has to stand inside of his own lab to admire his work. The vastness of it and all the success and trust he has as well as the fact his clones are more advanced than ever; it all proves just how right he was. And just how wrong they were. 

Turning down a genius and trying to stop his advancement? Foolish.   Those people in the village that ostracised him? Insignificant. As well as their offspring that he never saw.   Only a few people had what it takes to contribute true research to this world. And they were lost or boxed in or stopped by something so trivial as the academia or governments.  

He stands above it all. As the ultimate showcase of unrivalled genius and absolute freedom. Nobody asks him what it means to be human anymore. They don’t consider him such; and every single day he slips down the path of being something that cannot answer that.  

His test subjects often shout about humanity and how he has none. He wonders if they realize how it means nothing. Seeing humans struggle and break does light up something in him. And he decided to chase that long ago.  

“Lord Harbinger.”  

He stays silent. Lord Harbinger is a title he refuses to answer to. Why should he turn his neck to the same words his inadequate colleagues do? If the person calling him doesn’t immediately correct himself, they know what happens next.  

“I mean, Doctor!” Good. Humans knew how to adopt quickly after all. He finally tilts up his neck towards the man. He takes off the mask covering his face just so that his subordinate could see the glare.  

“What do you want?”  “Something very odd is happening in quarter 7, section 31!”  “Odd? I didn’t even experiment in there recently and nothing important was placed there from my machinery.”   “We have no idea what is happening! There is a glow but no smoke or fire or anything else. We only thought it would be right to notify you.”  “A glow you say? Ah, perhaps it is a jinn lamp where a weak soul of older days slumbers. We did place the gifts of those nobles from all over Teyvat there. I told Pierro I don’t need them but he insisted I should keep them.”  

He twiddles with his pen.  

“That section is insignificant to me. I hold no care about it at all.” He takes a deep breath. If only it was section 37 instead. There, he was working on an experiment involving lay lines and ghostly souls. 

“Either way Doctor, the light just keeps on growing and we are afraid it will expand to other sections. What if one of the nobles turned against us? What if-”   “Shut your mouth, I will go. No matter how many times I look for capable people, they never meet my expectations.”  

Dottore gets up from his chair but with no zest. He saw bottles like those of jinn all the time years ago. The only thing less exciting about seeing one again are the white hallways he has to walk through to get to the room. The underling follows behind him, scurrying like a bug. Cosmically insignificant. To think that this bug’s energy will one day get the same treatment as those ghostly souls that actually matter.  

He opens the door and sees a bright blue light. There is no imminent danger. Perhaps the being inside this lamp recognized another presence inside the room and they are reacting to it? He shudders at the thought of having to deal with another ex-lovers pair that vowed revenge on one another.  

Dottore walks over to the source of the light. He cannot see the centre of it. It gives off a warmth however. And he wanted to roll his eyes at the way his subordinate shakes. But, his curious nature could never lay dormant for a long time.  

He realizes that he feels warmth from it, but his insignificant bug feels chills. Whatever this is, it could come in handy for his experiments that require temperature changes.  

Dottore reaches to grab it.  

“We tried that before Sir! Nothing changed!” 

Sir again. Not Doctor. The same second mistake cannot be forgiven.   Dottore’s hand grabs at the light core. He expects the feel and the weight of a marble.  

But it completely disappears.   Dottore’s face drops as does his excitement. The poor underling has no idea he will suffer for both his own actions and the fluctuations of Dottore’s moods.   The room is pitch black again. There is no sound coming from anywhere. The other subordinates ran off because they thought the light was dangerous. Dottore clicks his tongue in realizing he will have to replace them all again.  

Then, the bug behind him shrieks. He can hear him tumble onto the ground and run off as soon as he gets up. What a fool. He is yelling at the top of his lungs. Perhaps pulling out his tongue should teach him to be quiet.  

When Dottore turns around, he feels warmth engulf his body. He digs his heels into the floor to stop himself from moving. He hears a sound he hadn’t heard in years.  

“Zandik? I-Is that you?”  

He can hear your voice. He can hear you call out that acursed name. Why are you here? Why are you on the floor, hunched over and kneeling?  

“Zandik?” 

Stop saying that! Stop it! He can feel his right hand shake; he can feel his heart beat. Worst of all, he can hear the things the other clones are saying about this memory. It is becoming a part of the collective. He can hear the collective hope and heartbreak.  

“That is you. Isn’t it?”  

Your voice is so weak.  

“I haven’t answered to that name for 200 years now.”  

He cannot find it in himself to say anything else. The other clones are creating a ricocheting cacophony inside his brain. He should have thrown out more of his humanity. Didn’t he burn those letters? Why is he suddenly remembering lines from them? Why is one of his clones crying?  

“200 years..?” he can hear the bewilderment in your voice. When he looks down at you, he can see the tears in your eyes. You are afraid; they no longer hold any light.  

He kneels down and touches your shoulder to calm your shaking body. Only then does he get hit by the ugly revelation that you are laughing but there is no sound. You look like you are breaking in every sense of the word; he never managed to drive his test subjects to these limits where they would lose everything at once.  

He clicks his tongue. He shakes your shoulders with a grip that makes you yelp. Only then do you actually begin to cry. He takes it. He takes this breakdown over the utter lack of humanity you displayed before.  

“Zandik I-I"  “Dottore. My name is Dottore now.”  

He says it even if he is sure you can’t actually hear him. His voice can’t reach out to you even if he is kneeling down next to you, embracing you as a surprise to himself. You’re crying into his shoulder, slobbering and hiccupping.  

You ask him what it means to be human again.   He cannot answer you. He became something else.   You say that you aren’t sure about it anymore. That hurts more than his own lack of an answer. You should have come back in a different way. You should have come back pointing a finger at him, yelling to him about his choices. Maybe even yelling at him for not looking for you. Not like this. Never like this.  

Only when you faint in his arms does he notice the cuts and bruises on your body. For the first time since he changed his name – Dottore decides to treat someone like a real doctor. His subordinates have to live with that – seeing the ruthless harbinger who terrorizes them show some care. Command it even.  

It isn’t natural. It shouldn’t even exist. Seeing humanity from a man like that makes them question everything. He goes into your room 5 times a day, doesn’t let anyone else do anything besides keep guard. And then, in between those visits, he tortures children and experiments on them with poison and toxic remains. He gets blood all over his coat and then puts on a new one when knocking on your door.  

They can’t fathom it. It simply shouldn’t exist. And they start avoiding that door; because pretending like it doesn’t exist and pretending like their master is only ruthless makes it easier to live. 

And when you do wake up – it is impossible to ignore how their master’s humanity makes itself known. 

iv. winter

“You know I quite like this little habit of ours.” Dottore’s voice reminds you how wrong your predictions were. Since he came back earlier from Sumeru than you bet on, you now owe a large sum of mora to a certain banker.  

“I was not aware that it was a habit. You just come here whenever you please.”   “There is something to come to. Be a dear and fetch another tea cup for me, would you?” Typical him. Only he would be able to say such a line; implying that whatever this was between the two of you reminded him of a home.   But, even if you click your tongue, you get another tea cup and pour him some. At least you can remember your own humanity when your cold hands touch it and suddenly warmth seeps through. As a child, you loved to do it. You would put your hands in cold rain on purpose just to feel this simple warmth. You have a habit of taking off your gloves when drinking tea, he keeps his on. He has a habit of sitting next to you in the same way he did all those years ago.  

“Now, let me engage in ‘pure bragging’ as your lovely lips like to put it. Are you ready to hear of Sumeru again and just everything that I accomplished?”  

Something tells you not to give him that satisfaction. So you put the cup down and point a finger at him.  

“You’re more human now, Zandik.”  “How many times must I tell you not to use that name?”  “Until you figure out a way to go back into the past and change the name on your birth certificate to Dottore, and then glare at me in the library like you did when we met – I will continue to use it. That is your true name after all. Erase all records if you will, but I will remember it.”  

He doesn’t think about bragging anymore.  

“That library just looks more grand now, the people calling themselves researchers are anything but that.”  

You can feel when he dangles a hook in front of you. Taking it would give him far too much satisfaction.  

“He cried, you know.”  

He grips the handle.  

“I felt it, no need to mention it.”  “The youngest one, the one I was most fond of, cried when you killed all of them.”  “And some swore revenge. Are you trying to get me to focus on the feelings? You probably are, you’ve been annoying since the first day I met you.”  “And you still haven’t realized you cannot chase change. Tell me, were you surprised when she asked you that? Were you hesitant? Aren’t your clones proof of everything you ever wanted?”  “It is a shame you hadn’t gone with me.” He deflects it. “The archon would certainly like you. She too, kept asking about humanity and the lines I crossed.”  

Your tea has gone cold by now. Zandik always had a way of distracting you for longer than you’d like. 

“And were your answers to her something I would approve of?”  “You said I seemed more human now, is that not enough for you?”  “I am glad to see only one version of you now. I will take that as a start.”   “Unbelievable, by a stroke of luck which you call misfortune, you were granted even more time than me but you hate it.”  “We always differed in our definitions. I wasn’t blessed with this, I was cursed. I entered those runes to learn more of humanity but I was punished by my eagerness to lose my own.” 

He has to roll his eyes. 

“Just because you were blessed with so much time and can make a legacy like myself, it doesn’t mean you are no longer human. Would you like me to take you to see all those monsters? Perhaps some of my own research experiments?”   “You forget I am free to leave this place whenever I wish. And, neither of us have legacy.”  “Speak for yourself. You left and came back all those years ago because you said you hated me. Yet, here we are, drinking tea like always.”  “I came back because I was jealous of true humans.”  “And I pity you for being jealous of inferior creatures.”  “And I pity you for thinking you will ever leave a legacy that is fond of remembering.” 

“Careful there, your hateful gaze might make me forget you love me.”  “I don’t love you.” 

Dottore leans back in his chair and he laughs.  

“But you do. That is what proves your humanity. Always paradoxical and complex, disagreeing with my actions but realizing I am perhaps the only human that relates to you. We call the same thing by different names; but it won’t change either way.”  “I just don’t know why I came back to you from that forsaken ruin.”  “Should we call it fate?”  “You gave it an abstract name? Does it still bother you that you never found a way inside?”  

He places his hand over your own on the table. He looks at you, now knowing that the two of you were right not to exchange goodbyes that day. And you relax. There is always a memory that triggers when he is next to you, there is always that realization that he knows you as much as you know him. You share time now but you shared it all those decades ago. There is something to come back to; there is someone that remembers, calls out your name and responds to the one that leaves your mouth.  

Some invisible and intricate connection always existed between you. And, you could leave, you could stand up at this very moment and travel to wherever you wish. But, you would lose that. You would lose the feeling that someone knows you and you’ve always believed that to be know is to be loved.   People learn old languages because the love those that came before. Humans have a habit of desperately clutching onto their humanity even if it is smaller than a grain of sand. And, if you must, to keep yourself grounded and to stand there until he realizes his own mistakes and humanity – you will hold onto him. It has to be worth it in the end. There has to be a reason you share his existence and were teleported back in front of him on your knees.  

You just hope it means something grander that will constitute your own legacy. 

v. evermore

That night, he traces the hickeys he left on your neck. It is one of the few times he takes off his gloves so that his human skin meets your own.  

“Ask me again.”  “I will not ask you for another round.”  “No,” he clicks his tongue, “ask me that question.”  “Are you aware that you are more obsessed with humanity than me, oh doctor? Laughable.”  “Just ask.”  “Fine. What makes you human?” 

He moves his hand down to your waist and pulls you closer to him. How could he ever ask you to use the name Dottore when his eyes have been the same all these years whenever he looks at you? You don’t get a chance to marvel at them for too long, he buries his face in your neck.  

“You. Having you here keeps me human. Sometimes I think we were destined to be together.”  

Nobody else knows this side of him. And in your opinion, selfish as it may be, they don’t deserve to know. 

“Oh, is the genius doctor now speaking about fate and destiny? What grand words you use. We weren’t destined to be together, we were doomed to be together.”  

There you go. Ruining a romantic moment by reminding him how differently the two of you look at this situation you’re in.   He groans. Perhaps you will come around one day, even if it has been 300 years since your return. What matters is that you returned to him by fate and by your own choice after travelling.  

“Hey! Zandik, bite my neck one more time I will force you to sleep on the couch.”  “If we were indeed doomed to be together, we might as well make the most of it and – are you trying to bite me back?”  “Your teeth were always annoyingly sharp!”  “And the noises you made 500 years ago when drinking are still annoying to this day.”  “That’s it. Go sleep on the couch, I don’t want to look at you right now.” 

a/n: legit this is so self indulgent cus it is how I imagine my relationship with this red flag would be. it isn't really toxic it is just philosophies not matching up. dottore is too fond of humanity without realizing it and i will make him suffer for it. reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. hope dottore anon likes it.

#genshin impact #dottore x reader #favoniuslibrary #genshin x reader #il dottore #zandik x reader #genshin imagines #not rook's bow #not om

[creepzkilla]

Do you have any dark Jeff the Killer headcanons? I'm going through Jeff brainrot right now

೫˚∗:↳˳⸙;; ❝ GENERAL J.T.K HC’Sᵕ̈ ೫˚∗

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tw.warning—-hard drug mentions, self harm, knife mention, blood mention

A/N. i hope this suffices! for general HC’s i don’t typically do a bonus drabble, but if u guys want a bonus drabble lmk!

He does hard drugs. He does coke on regular ngl. Hes a fucking feind for them. Every drug in the book. , benzos, adderall,, morphine, MDMA, heroin, you name it, he's done it. He particularly steals medicinal drugs from Ej, since you know, he's a "doctor". and he has a cocaine nail… #coke addict!

Sorry, Jeff-Girlies, but his face is fucked up. Like 3rd degree burns on. like freddy kruger or Deadpool. The left side of his face is particularly fucked up, with deep burns that burned tissue...Almost like a leather material. on his right side its kinda normal with a few burns here and there. but the right side of his face is mostly preserved, and my he is pretty good looking on that side.

He orders prostitutes-- then kills them after they're finished. he usually stays at dingy hotels with mold growing everywhere and barely anyone there. he brings the woman back to his room and then kills her after he finishes--only after he finishes, not her. usually dumps her body in the bathtub, leaving them to rot until the next person finds em.

Jeff always has eye drops on him since his eyelashes were burnt off. his eyes always get really dry and he has to constantly use eye drops. like he could chase a target and he then suddenly his eys get really dry. this mf will stop chasing them and stop and put his eye drops in before tracking them down.

He really likes dragging the knife across his skin, watching it draw blood, only for it to heal. he really likes experimenting to see how far he can go to see if he will heal. burned alive, drowned, suffocation, decapitated, knifed, bullet to the heart-- he's done it all, and he's healed every time.

His hair is really matted and patchy. Its not soft or anything it is really fucking dead and fried. his hair is practically all dead ends….on the side of his burns he practically has no hair on that side since it was burned off… on the side where his face is practically intact, his hair is full, but extremely fried.

He’s a sick fuck. He always executes the targets in the most fucked up tormented ways he can think of. He also loves the chase. Jeff will putrposely act like they got away, for only to appear right behind them and end them. He loves to get creative with the deaths too. Experimenting !

His favourite way of execution is letting them bleed out. specifically cutting there mouths so it’s into a smile like him, except it cuts into there cheek bones, breaking the skin completely. And cutting of their eyelids! now they are just like him!!! so beautiful!

insanity level: 8-9/10

#creepypasta #—*. * ·creepzytalks #creepypasta art #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta x female reader #creepypasts x reader #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer #creepypasta fandom #smut #creepypasta jtk #jtk x reader #jtk headcanons #jtk fanart

[hitomisuzuya]

Yandere! Kunikuzushi x fem!reader. Some smut.

This is something little I wrote more for myself because I am feeling insecure, especially about my writing. It's 4:30am for me, and I tail spun hard into Kuni brain rot about an hour ago lol. And I wanted to give a little bit of a model on what my Yandere! requests would look or sound like when I snap to answer them and wanted to test myself a little. Please enjoy. This was a little self indulgent, ngl.

It only took Kunikuzushi a few weeks to have everything about you memorized and photographically cataloged in his head.

Every little thing you did, well, he thought it was magic. He had every mannerism memorized, especially the way you smiled at him when you gave him headpets and called him cute. He craved headpets and praise from you.

The way you walked, your stride confident, even and perfectly spaced. He even knew how long your stride was, not really understanding how he was able to calculate it with a moments glance.

There was one habit in particular that would make him mentally tap his chin for hours while he tried to figure it out. You would rarely ever look in a mirror. You even told him that you could brush your hair going only by touch. He thought you were a genius because of that, by the way. He couldn't comprehend why you wouldn't like mirrors. You were most beautiful person he'd ever seen.

Kunikuzushi always followed you like a shadow, waiting, counting the seconds until you glanced over your shoulder at him, asking him to catch up so you could talk to him better. He loves the sound of your voice. It was the most beautiful, soothing sound he'd ever heard. He would listen to you talk all day if you let him, resting his head in your lap, smiling as he played with your hair.

He loved your hair. It was soft, long and, silky. He didn't understand when you said you hated it when your hair curled slightly on the ends sometimes when it dried. He would occasionally (very often) asked you if he could braid it.

Kunikuzushi would watch you outside your windows for hours. He didn't care if you were sleeping, doing chores, or reading. He wanted to watch you. Breathe in the sight of you as thoroughly as he could.

Even though you were strong and capable, you were also vulnerable and he needed to protect you because you lived alone in Inazuma. Everyday he would go your parent's graves and thank them for giving birth to you. Why won't you just ask him to live with you permanently? He already was constantly over at your house. You would always lean out your window and tell him, "I don't mind if you stand there and watch me, Kuni, but you can come inside anytime you like." His heart leapt the highest when you did that.

He thought you would be horrified when you caught him watching you touch yourself one night. But you didn't and he loved you even more for that. And he didn't think that was possible. You always amazed him in a new way everyday.

When he finally got the nerve to ask you if he could sex with you, you said yes. He loved that you were blushing because he could feel his cheeks flushed the same way.

Kunikuzushi would spend hours into the night doing foreplay alone, marking your skin in deep, possessive love bites as he explored and learned about your body. He committed every sensitive place on a map in his head instantly. He wanted you to corrupt him.

So he then could in turn do the same to you. He would great care in leaning what you liked. He was determined to mold you exactly to his tastes. You were already perfect for him. His soulmate. But corrupting you would make you more perfect for him.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi smut #yandere!kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x y/n #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x you #fem!reader

[cinderspots]

The ladies with a un-bothered germaphobe s/o -- like if something dramatic where to happen the s/o is all like "um Chile... anyways-" but if someone touches them without clean hands or gloves they just loose their shit-

Mood. Also, rip lmao MMs is so much longer and I got a teensy bit off-topic

Hope you enjoy ❤

Tag List: @minitrescu @ultimatebottom69 @imsososolesbian @luni-draws-crap @fatherse7en

Included: Mother Miranda, Mia Winters, Donna Beneviento, Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Alex Wesker

Mother Miranda

There's a whole thing where you kinda just vibe over hating people being unclean about their lives or whatever

But anyways

You and Miranda get along pretty well once you get to a point where you two talk and not vaguely feel threatened by the priestess

So Miranda kinda just goes by believing that youre indifferent (bc I mean so far-) and it continues like that until one day

One terrible day

A very gross lycan decides that YOU are its best friend, idk why it doesn't want you dead don't ask me hard questions

And he follows you around like a puppy at first and youre like "ok weird" until it escalates to a hug

.

Uh oh

You lose your mind, Miranda assumes danger and kills it making it WORSE as now it's gotten all over you and bestie youre having a bad time

:(

Anyways Miranda is very confused ngl

Mia Winters

You shake hands and she immediately notes the gloves and the way you use a disinfectant like a weapon

Sprayed some mf in the face was lowkey funny

She respects it and doesn't push you, besides I'd like to think that after the fucking debacle of Lousiana and the RAW meat she had to eat

Mia is a little testy about germs too, so she's got you

If someone ever has the audacity to skin-to-skin contact you not only will you be almost crying, they WILL be crying thanks to your great gf the badass mold queen Mia

Overall she's got your back

Donna Beneviento

Takes the avoidance of touch personally at first which leads to a whole series of rom-com levels of misunderstandings

Once it's explained she gets it

Angie doesn't and has to be put on a leash but it's fine

:)

Donna is extra careful which is ridiculous bc she's barely around other people so she's forcing herself to giant her own damn house

Youre mostly like "girl I'm not allergic to the air you breath"

If someone sets you off they're dead no questions

Doesn't matter if it was an accident they upset you

🔪🔪🥄

Take the spoon as you will

Alcina Dimitrescu

Ngl she's not understanding at all when you first meet

Sure once youre like lovers n stuff she's like "back off use your hand sanitizer" (idk how germaphobes live sorry)

But before she's downright disrespectful

Same as Donna, someone touched you skin to skin:)))) what? No, she's fine, the claws just needed some air :))) shell be back in a min don't worry :)))

Bela Dimitrescu

Takes it at face value and sees it as something she could like

You don't like germs which makes you one of the cleaner maids around which makes you an asset to being fucking ridiculous about cleaning rooms

You'd have to supervise for it to get done but Bela likes the mildly irrational idea of it

That's...not quite how it works all the time but she's stronger faster and drinks more human blood than you

You don't tell her that

Eventually she just sort of buzzes around you and hisses at Dani to stay away bc homegirl cannot keep things together

Unsurprisingly Dani escapes Bela's sight and lunges for you in a non-murdery way and makes contact

Game. Over.

You scream bloody murder and go into a panic attack while Dani hisses at the loudness and doesn't understand a thing

Dani briefly has no hand at dinner and everyone sort of pretends like they don't see

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Just like her mother, fucking horrible about it on purpose before she grows fond of you

THEN she gets livid at the idea of someone messing with you

Accidentally sets you off mindlessly and freaks out when you freak out making it so much worse

I think it would take a lot of time to get her to not automatically do something to set you off so idk about your relationship life span

Daniela Dimitrescu

This my bestie is a commitment

You either last like a week or for life

Because she is uh VERY into skin to skin I am living in your organs kind of thing

Daniela doesn't MEAN to set you off. Kinda does it often because she can't help herself

If you commit anyways (very unhealthy of you bestie) then after time she's the most respectful fly woman you'll ever date

And the only but that's not the point

The point is she gets angry when others set you off and everyone kinda pretends like she isn't a serial offender

And we get personality growth as she learns some self control after trial and error

Alex Wesker

She recognizes it and shockingly assists you and respects it the quickest out of them all

Like genuine shock

I'd think it'd be a game of chance working with her though, so many new people coming in and NOT knowing you don't like to be touched

She appreciates your aloofness but takes it harshly when youre touched and pretty much takes that as an instakill

:/

#cinderasks #headcannons #mother miranda #mia winters #donna beneviento #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda x reader #mia winters x reader #donna beneviento x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #multi-fandom-reposter #alex wesker #alex wesker x reader

[kdinjenzen]

Job hunting should be reclassified as a form of employer/corporation abuse ngl. Because it feels like they keep doing everything in their power to drive prospective employees into the ground to mold them into the perfect underpaid overstressed and obedient worker.

Here’s the real tea.

If your recruitment process involves more than 2 full rounds of interviews, your tentative applicants deserve to be paid for their time as much as the people interviewing them.

Any job that pays less than $70,000 should not have more than 2 interviews. These interviews should be between 30-45 minutes. This should not be as huge a deal as it is, and because it IS, it keeps people out of work for far longer then they want.

Recruitment calls should be 15 to 20 minutes, no more than that so they don’t waste either sides time. They should absolutely not be an hour.

Jobs above $70,000 in pay can, and likely should, make better use of the interview process. Such as going in the line of “Hiring Manager > Entire Team > Department Lead > CEO/VP/etc > HIRED/NOT HIRED”. Likely these jobs are for management or department leadership positions AS IS, so making sure the person is a good fit and will properly help those they manage grow is important so more rounds of talking makes sense. But even so… lots of underpaid jobs are doing 5 to even 8 rounds of interviews.

I’ve spent the last 11 months thinking about the entertainment and video game industry hiring practices because… it’s all I’ve been able to do on my quest for a new job… and to say that it is UNREFINED and most of the folks handling it all are UNDERSTAFFED in their departments is… an understatement.

I could go on for days about this… ultimately I’m just tired and frustrated and I just want a JOB so I can live and yet it seems impossible right now.

Hell, on top of all that, I’m still waiting on checks to come in from freelance work I did MONTHS ago which just… payment shows up when it does, and that’s apparently “totally fine and normal.”

[gerrydelano]

Btw, i wanted to ask: what makes you hc Gerry as transfem? I'm more of a nb/transmasc gerry leaning person but i love reading about different interpretations of characters and you are obviously very passionate About it (feel free to ignore if its an uncomfortable question, there's no judgement behind it-im just curious.)

hello hello! no worries, i didn't perceive any judgment here, this is all in good fun! my gerry is on the nonbinary side of transfem anyway (which to me is an important thing to portray in general) but it is special to me both for logical reasons and just because it just feels so healing to me. i wrote a big meta about it here a really long time ago, and answered a more recent ask here, so i'll mostly just link those to avoid being too repetitive.

however, to me (just me personally!) the logic comes in as like... mary calls him gerard. she doesn't exactly strike me as a supportive ally parent who would gender her trans son correctly. eric also refers to gerry as his son, and he died when gerry was like 2, which is a little early for a kid to know they're trans. thirdly, he has a canon preference for a nickname that Isn't the name his mother calls him, which to me can signify dysphoria, and that chosen name happens to be a little more androgynous! plenty of women use the same nickname.

i don't believe canon gerry would have really had much of a chance to explore this side of him, as i also just believe he's a late bloomer, so to me it usually comes out easier in AUs where he's able to live for once. live free of his oppressive mother and her expectations of A Son And Heir, live free of the violence of his childhood and the things she made him do, live as a softer person. i think he would benefit from letting himself be softer, i think he would feel healthier and stronger and more himself if he gained some distance from The Son And Heir archetype forced on him from Pretty Much Birth. there are things to be said about what's expected of "sons" and how awfully people are often treated to try and mold them into the right kind of son, and that's something that gerry's story strikes close to for me.

all of that, and i also just find tenderness in this HC that fills my heart with love! i have gotten to write some really beautiful moments of exploration and intimacy and solidarity through this portrayal of him and it's just been so warm. so many people, especially on this site and especially fucking lately, have been expressing ideas that suggesting that someone might be transfem is inappropriate compared to suggesting that someone might be transmasc, that being transfem is a bad thing or a curse or an insult, and ngl it's all such bullshit.

we need kinder and more loving portrayals of transfeminine people of all walks just in general. and sometimes you just get the egg vibes off of somebody and it's okay. so, yes! i simply think estrogen could have saved her.

#asks #anon #i would die for transfem gerry forever and always #gtcu #gerry

[leportraitducadavre]

Wiat stop omggg i’ve been reading these posts about the anti-Hinata Hyuga stuff and how she is infact privileged and ngl it lowkey hurt but also omfg???? I never realized how bad the Hyuga situation was or how Hinata is unable to pick a side, I just assumed she’d obviously dissolve the slavery practices because I see her as a good person(and i read too much fanfiction)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA now i definitely need Hiashi to die in the war and for Neji to become leader(yeah no Hinata can’t lead to save her life) because it would be such a good step to take down the old system by replacing it with a Neji as a symbol of change. Media is making me go crazy again but that’s probably my room mold 😭😭😭😭

Also the Naruhina fan in me kinda wishes that Naruto learned sealing from Pervy sage because like imagine if they worked together to make a new Hyuga seal to actually protect the byakugan and then it gets worn as a clan marking, like the red fangs from the inuzuka and oh my god im so sorreybfor rambling all over this asks i just really really want more Hyuga content and for ny faves to be happy, also you are really well omg id love to have ur attention span for politics because i can barely understand my highschool civics like ibshoudl probably stop now-have a nice day!!!!!✨

Hello there,

It's okay to like a problematic character and it's okay to like a ship, the problem starts when people justify such problematic characteristics to make them "acceptable", like justifying Neji's treatment at the hands of the Main Family because he was "mean" to Hinata, despite him warning her about fighting him and asking her to forfeit multiple times.

I never realized how bad the Hyuga situation was or how Hinata is unable to pick a side

I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, but Hinata chose a side. Ignoring the matter or not giving it the relevance that it has even after her cousin's speech during their match or his match vs. Naruto, is to actively support the system in place; she might truly believe that is for the "greater good," as so his Konoha's mantra, but it doesn't change the fact that she agrees with the practice.

I just assumed she’d obviously dissolve the slavery practices because I see her as a good person(and i read too much fanfiction)

I don't see her as a good person for the reasons mentioned above, no good person sees her uncle being tortured and her cousin being enslaved and believes to be the bigger victim in their dynamic. Furthermore, she did pretty much nothing for anyone who wasn't Naruto; being shy and quiet is not the same as being a good person; she never mentioned being kind-spirited and thus, unable to be a shinobi (like Chöji, which was a full small arc of his character when fighting the Sound Four), but rather, weak.

now i definitely need Hiashi to die in the war and for Neji to become leader

I understand your wish for Hiashi to die, but Neji succumbing to his fate put an end to the "Hyuga's conundrum" as that's an issue that involves Konoha in itself and not addressing it in Boruto would've been a major problem; furthermore, the problem wasn't just about stopping the Main Family from creating slaves but also them giving reparations to those they enslaved, like Neji. His death was also used to give Hinata a "moment" with Naruto.

(yeah no Hinata can’t lead to save her life)

She can't, not just because she's weak (Shikamaru doesn't shine because he's particularly strong, he isn't), but also because she often puts her wishes above the safety of those under her command (Koü Hyüga) and can't come up with a basic strategy to fight her opponents. She perhaps modeled her attack pattern following Naruto's (who mostly attacks before coming up with a strategy, as he often relies on overwhelming his enemies), as she often states to look up to him and has spied on him multiple times, but he's far more strong and has much more chakra (plus healing chakra) than her.

Also the Naruhina fan in me kinda wishes that Naruto learned sealing from Pervy sage

I'm not sure Jiraiya knew much about sealing techniques (we only see him erasing Orochimaru's seal), Minato learned from Kushina and not him. Tsunade is likely far more versed on the matter and she never even attempted to take Neji's seal off, so that's where the village stands on the matter.

have a nice day!!!!!✨

Thank you. You too.

#to respect your tastes i will leave this post untagged

[always-andromeda]

Bar Hopping | Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Word Count | 805

Author’s Note | I’m on a liiiiiittle bit of a Joby kick right now…ngl…let’s blame that on those behind the scene tattoo photos.

Warnings | smut (MDNI), fingering, dirty talk, dub-con, use of pet names, nothing else I can think of!

You have no clue how Joby convinced you to do this. How he had you on his lap, practically molded to his body on the booth of the table. You aren’t the type of person who likes these displays of affection. Didn't like the vulnerability of making out in such a public place. It's nearly midnight, the late night crowd having long since passed through this off-putting place. Only a few stragglers line the bar, engaging in their own drunken conversation. But they're nowhere near enough to hear Joby’s words; his tone hushed as he delivers dirty sentiments.

“You’re gorgeous,” his hot breath fans across your neck, “Lucky I don’t lick you up right here…”

He sticks his tongue down your throat and you remember how he got you there. How he coaxed you up on the hill of his thighs and cooed that it would all be fine.

No one would see.

But they certainly have a chance of hearing him as he reaches a ringed hand between your legs, right up that skirt he’s been admiring all night.

Daring to make you really squirm, Joby brushes his fingers against the growing wet spot right at the center of your underwear. As soon as you feel the pressure, you nearly jump from your spot on his lap.

He's ravenous. But do you really want to entertain his boldness? Does he think he’s going to fuck you in this disgusting bar? Make you cum while sitting in a booth that reeks of cigarette smoke and old peanut shells? He must be out of his mind because, of course, all signs point to yes.

"Joby, not here." Your hand grabs his wrist, pulling his hand a little bit away from your heat. "Wait until we get home."

"Wanna fuck you now—" He slurs, forcing his hand deeper between your thighs, easily overpowering your own strength. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

If you looked up the term “sleaze ball”, you’re sure you would find his face. There’s his classic lazy smile. The one that tells you that he’s drunk off his ass and horny as all hell. It’s a blend that only turns the dial on his bullshit even further. He swipes his tongue over his lips, and drags your panties to the side. And you’re the definition of putty as you let him have his way.

He rubs two fingers across your folds, coating his fingers in their wetness before easing them inside you. They slide right on in until the warm, welcoming metal of his rings hit your lips. And just like them, you’re another one of his accessories, fitting snugly on him.

Then Joby fucking Taylor has the audacity to say, "Need to make you feel good..." as he rips a whimper right from your throat.

"Gotta keep quiet. Don't wanna get kicked out." He whispers, a smirk waiting at the edge of his directions.

You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your head into the groove beside his shoulder. With an open mouth, your teeth find the leather of his jacket and bite down hard just to hold back the desperate whines as he pumps wickedly in and out of your soaking cunt. 

Grateful that the shitty rock music at least drowns out the soft, wet squelch as he works, you can't help but wonder if the leather does that good of a job of muffling your moans. All you know is you can feel his long fingers ruining you in this filthy bar and your head is heavy from the weight of your alcohol. As the buzz in your brain and between your legs swirls together, your eyelids threaten to flutter closed.

He whispers, "You like that, baby girl? Does it feel good?"

Your approval comes out in a muffled whimper and your hand tightens on your grasp of the dark hair at the nape of his neck.

"Yeah, I bet it does. Good girl." He purrs.

Even while drunk, he manages to bring you closer to the edge than anyone else ever has. Has you humping—almost bouncing—against his hand and cinching your hold on his upper half, trying to use him to steady yourself for the impending quake. Your thighs shake; cunt clenches around his fingers. And with one last push into the meat of his large palm, you're releasing all over his hand.

You're not only the type of girl who will make out with her greasy boyfriend in a dingy old bar. Now, you're also the type who will watch her boyfriend suck her slick off of his fingers before washing it down with the last sip of his beer. And though you feign shame as you tuck your head deeper into the crook of his neck, secretly, you're the type of girl that loves it.

#danonation #paul dano #danocel #for ellen #joby taylor #joby taylor x reader #joby taylor x you #joby taylor x y/n #joby taylor smut #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

[joelslegalwhrereads]

I’m here

pairing ⁀➷ lance sweets x reader

word count ⁀➷ 750

summary ⁀➷ after a boy dies in his arms, Lance needs someone. And you’re the only one he wants to be with.

warnings ⁀➷ mention of death, light mention of trauma (lance), heartbreak (for daisy)

a/n ⁀➷ First of all please tell me if you think I missed a warning!! I always appreciate that. Second; I copied some parts from the episode (bones season 5 ep 15) so if it sounds familiar to you, that’s why. (also, I actually like Daisy, ngl it hurt a bit to hurt her feelings lmao)

part 1/2

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After the boy died in Lance's arms, something in him had changed. Not just the fact that a person - who told him he was cancer free, ready to live the life he always wanted - died in his arms. Sweets seemed changed, like his goal in life had shifted.

„Lance. What are you doing here?“ Daisy asked, surprised as she saw Lance entering the platform.

„I came to offer my services,“ he explained, „Earthquakes can cause psychological trauma.“

„Yes. For you baby,“ Daisy interrupted him, „What you've been through-„

„I'm fine, Daisy.“

Cam looked at him with a worried look, „Sweets, you saw somebody die.“ Anyone could see she hit right in the spot, when Sweets looked at the ground.

„I know my Lancelot. You needed to see me, didn't you?“ Daisy stepped forward towards Lance, but he backed up just a little. „No, I'm just trying to do my job.“ he distanced himself.

„Oh.“ Daisy's gaze was obvious and not only Cam but Dr. Brennan could see it.

Easing the tension a little, probably unintentionally, Dr. Brennan addresses Sweets, „Booth told you to go home. He knows about things like this, Sweets.“. „We'll call if we need you, I promise. We'll have Hodgins drive you home.“ Cam added in a caring tone. Lance nodded in thanks, before turning around to leave the platform.

„Bye, Lancelot.“ Daisy tried, only earning a short wave from him and a gaze from Dr. Brennan.

She seemed sad when he left just like that, but right now, this was not what he needed. What he needed was-

You felt a chest bump against yours, looking up you saw Lance. „Sorry, Lance.“ You backed a step away from him to give him space. Lance just shook his head. You knew what happened just a few hours ago. You knew Lance. The corners of his mouth had dropped, and his eyes had lost their sparkle. His usually red lips were completely pale. Lance looked terrible, terribly haunted.

„I'm here if you want, you know. You can call me if you need anything, food, talking… or just to not be alone.“. Lance closed the space between you two and hugged you. You could feel his heart beat, his arms pressing you against his chest, and his face in the crook of your neck. He needed to bend down a little to do so.

You bedded your head against his collar bone and wrapped your arms tightly around his torso. Lance smelled of his perfume and the scent surrounded you. It made you feel… so many things. Safe, calm, even loved. You quickly tried to get that last thought out of your head. You knew he and Daisy broke up, but still, you two were so close you didn't want to challenge that if he wasn't feeling the same.

„Note the victims clavicle.“ Brennan said. Daisy turned around as Cam added, „It's dented.“

„And blue.“ Daisy stated. „There's also a blue nick on the C7“. „Something blue pierced his clavicle and went through to the back of his neck.“ Cam added to what Brennan had said.

„That would've sliced through the carotid artery.“ she finished.

Brennan nodded, „Ms. Wick, take molds of the clavicle for a possible weapon, and swab the blue pigment for Hodgins.“ she instructed Daisy. But when Daisy turned around, she stopped short when she saw how Lance seemed to be holding on to you.

You seemed to steady him. She knew it was no longer going to work out between them, and she was glad you were able to give Lance what he needed, but it still ached. Dr. Brennan and Cam tracked her gaze. Cam smiled when she saw the two of you, but she also shared a sympathetic look with Dr. Brennan. They could all see how familiar you tow felt with each other.

„Thank you.“ Lance whispered against your neck, and you could feel a tear run down his face. „Please call me whenever you need me, no matter what time.“ you mumbled into his embrace. „Mhm, I will.“.

Once more Lance tightened his hug, before letting you go. Hodgins was already waiting for him at the entrance of the Jeffersonian to drive him home.

You looked after Lance, but you didn't dare to turn around. You knew that Dr. Brennan, Cam and Daisy were watching. And at that moment you realized just how intimate this situation had been.

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a/n: if you have any wishes / ideas for part 2 let me know!

#requests open #masterlist #angela montenegro #bones #bones x reader #jack hodgins #request #lance x reader #lance sweets imagine #lance sweets x reader #lance sweets #sweets imagine #sweets x reader #sweets #john francis daley #emily deschanel #david boreanaz #camille saroyan #special agent seeley booth #seeley booth #daisy wick #bones one shot #one shot #imagine #bonestv #mywork

[fanfic-inator795]

Why I love Ansel Beauregard

I originally wrote this a couple months back - back when Michael was still making my Ansel plush and was curious about both the movie he came from and why I liked Ansel so much, whiiiich led to me just kinda going on a page-long rant asdfghjkl. I wasn't originally going to post this on Tumblr but screw it, it's Arlo's anniversary and I still have ATAB/Ansel brainrot so: Enjoy!

Beyond his really great and really charming design (love characters with big wings) and vocal performance (really want his VA, Vincent Rodriguez III, to do more animated musicals now. Like- seriously put this man in the next SING movie or something), what really grabbed me about Ansel is that he’s just such a flawed but still really fascinating and fun character.

I feel like his introduction scene does a good job of demonstrating this, as even when you see him denying his fatherhood and struggling with both his guilt and his hidden truth, he still goes out of his way to help Arlo. Yes it’s done in a somewhat shallow way and he gives him some pretty terrible advice… but it’s also the only advice Ansel knows - advice that is self-taught and that he truly believes is in Arlo’s best interest, because he himself believes that the only way to survive and thrive in a cruel world is to hide the flaws, change yourself and be ‘better’ than what you are. (Though, even if it is a bit harsher in retrospect given Arlo’s heartbreak afterwards, the song itself is still a bop, ngl)

My friend who originally recommended this movie to me (thanks again Toondandy) pointed out how Ansel’s story is very much one of assimilation - how, for as successful and rich as he ended up, hiding and changing himself to fit the mold of ‘normal’ not only negatively affected him (his so-called high society ‘friends’ only cared about his money, as seen in the Met Gala scene, and he himself admitted he was lonely despite his success, not to mention all the pressure that comes with constantly trying to hide your true self) but also put him in a position to potentially continue perpetuating the societal cycle of hurting and rejecting others who are just like him (like abandoning baby Arlo or like how he was going to gentrify Seaside, both for petty revenge against his childhood bullies and because he thought it was the best option - because ‘beautiful’ is ‘better’). 

Additionally, because he’s so focused on and weighed down by his own hang-ups, I don’t think Ansel fully realized just how much he was harming ‘not-normal’ people like Arlo and Arlo’s friends (people like himself) until he saw not only how far Arlo was going to go to learn the truth but also just how much he’d hurt Arlo/put him in danger by continuing to reject him, which is what finally pushes him to confront his fear, guilt and self-shame. (Sidepoint: I really REALLY love the double-shadow imagery that goes along with Ansel’s “what have I become?” line. It’s simple but still really effective).

But yeah, it makes sense that him growing up bullied then isolated and then becoming crazy rich at a young age made him more than a little oblivious and out of touch (though these parts of his personality are still funny/endearing instead of being annoying imo) but what keeps him a positive character even when he’s at his ‘worst’ and most selfish/self-conscious is that he still genuinely cares and I really do love the interactions he has with Arlo.

Beyond all the juicy character drama stuff, there’s a lot of fun aspects I like about Ansel too. I like how, for as flawed as he is, he isn’t your typical rich jerk that you see in a lot of cartoons and can still be a bit goofy and flamboyant at times (his song “Better Life” is a perfect example of this). I also really like all his bird-like mannerisms and how awkward and skittish he can be at times too, that’s also really endearing imo. And I also love how even with all his flaws, he tries to make up for them, even if it took him a while to fully own up to his mistakes.

Finally, I love the subtle foreshadowing to him being a bird-man (him saying things like “like a phoenix” and “my perch” during his song, the bird logo on his piano, and the feather he gives Arlo are some examples). His subtle similarities with Arlo - like a love of music/singing and the shared desire to find a community of sorts (even if they both went about it in totally different ways) - are also fun character details ^v^ plus hearing them harmonize in “Something’s Missing” is just SO GOOD!

So yeah... Lots of things I like about this character ^v^

#ansel beauregard #arlo the alligator boy #i heart arlo #character analysis #tl;dr I have a type and the type is sad but super endearing dads

[ashen-laguz]

i'm ngl i think on a certain level, shuu is the funniest character in all hatoful. this isn't even about the fact his morbid / murder-y humor is very to my taste, i mean moreso on the side of how all the characters are written

like i've mentioned before that my favorite thing about hatoful is how morally gray the game's writing is. how, honestly speaking, most of the major characters aren't exactly fully innocent in the grand scheme of things, but it's hard not to sympathize and understand where they were coming from with whatever crimes might be up their sleeve - hitori's gone through more trauma then any one person could withstand and i do not blame him for wanting to avenge his last remaining family, yuuya was young and in a position where he had no good options, ryouta was so broken down by the end of bbl by going through so much in such a short span of time that if there's anyone who genuinely blames him for simply going along with what shuu wanted, then clearly they just don't understand how draining and awful going through that much would feel, ect ect.

For every poor mistake, there is genuinely sympathetic reasoning behind why someone would do that.

and then there's shuu.

i think the most that could be said in defense of him still isn't really a proper defense tbh. the most one could really say is just bringing up how he was practically raised by the hawk party - ya know, the group who wants all humans dead. growing up surrounded by very specific beliefs like that will have a strong effect on how you think and live your life. breaking out of the mold that you were raised with is honestly a lot easier said then done.

but like... when his goals in BBL are just straight-up genocide, when he's just killing students whenever he feels like for whatever he feels like, especially when this is when he as a grown-ass adult who is now VERY capable of thinking for himself, breaking away from the hawk's beliefs, and realizing the very basic "wait maybe its not good to kill all humans," then it doesn't really matter how you grew up! that straight up makes you an evil person!

especially the student murdering tbh cause the whole hawk party thing doesn't really cover that. they want birds to thrive, and murdering other birds doesn't exactly uh. it doesn't rlly fit with that lmao

it's just so comically over the top evil. this is like you plucked one of those 'teehee imma destroy the world' antagonists from a saturday morning cartoon and dropped him into a story full of characters of multi-faceted, morally complex characters. he just kind of sucks and tbh i love that for him.

#hatoful boyfriend #shuu #shuu iwamine #i see all the shuu-hating mutuals rising up today and honestly #even as a shuu-liker. all the power to ya #you're right! however the difference between yall and me is that i think he's hilarious #and i'm simply incapable of getting mad at characters that make me laugh #if you're funny then you can do whatever crimes you want. it's fine probably. #also on that ending point #that's not to say shuu isn't a very complex character as well ofc #but his morality is def non as nuanced as the others so #magical girl yoshi

[glitch-the-artist]

Nothing but ink remains..

Ey, so remember the few post back then about benle and 89? Well that’s all non canon now, I’m doing new lore for them.

anyways I wanted to bring 89 back to his more predator like personality, so I made a new design for him. Ngl it fits very well for what I’m trying to go with.

anyways, I wanna talk about this… things lore.

it all started with this company called oxel, they were a company that mostly focus on making innovations to animation and entertainment. One day a worker named Mr. Rivers (and no this isn’t benle, in fact he gets his last name from him) found out a way to turn ink into a living organism that’s able to mold and shape itself.

This ink wasn’t able to sell though, due to it having a lack of intelligence, and it constantly dripping back into a blob like being. So they start to conduct experiments around this ink, which they called “Mold”. This resulted in a lot of fucked up beings that soon was exterminated due to them not meeting the expectations the oxel ceo, Mr. Everett, had for them.

It was until their 89th try, where they made a being that was similar to the others, but it had the intelligence of a human. It even had a bit of a personality to them. This was a major break though for the oxel lab, and they were ecstatic about this discovery. But yet the thing wasn’t perfect, it was still a shapeless blob that can shape itself for a little while. But still, they made the equivalent of a human being with nothing but ink. So this allowed this thing to live, which they called “89”.

They started to try to train it to stay molded longer into a certain thing, like a cartoon animal (pacifically a cat), which didn’t work, but it also caused something else, they accidentally made the thing want to become what they wanted it to be. Which led to something I like to call “the outbreak of 2017” which was a event in my personal series that I am going to keep a secret for now, but this allowed 89 to leave the facility, and led to them finding random mechanical parts to try to form himself into what oxel wanted, and soon enough it started to use dead animals, then human body parts, leaving it to become a horrible abomination of flesh, bone, ink, and metal, trying to stay together into one piece.

this basically led to the thing to be a kind of.. stalker antagonist towards benle in my series. The main reason why it wants to kill him is because it wants to use his limbs to fix himself up so it can be what it could never become.

So think of Alice Angel, and nemesis mixed together with a bunch of random ass stuff in a junk drawer. Thats 89 in a nutshell.

#Benle the rabbit #experiment 89 #89 #oc #horror

[actofgrxce]

"A mediocre man who thinks he's exceptional" ngl, in this particular case Stede maybe needed to hear that. He is a sweet compassionate soul who also can become very wrapped up in borderline delusion because of the ways he's taught himself to cope with stress and trauma. I don't condemn this by any stretch. I do think it will help him to understand that, now that he thinks he's become his True and Ideal Self (infamous pirate), he is holding others hostage emotionally to stay wherever they are in that same "moment of truth"...which is an inherently self centered act. If Ed wants to go fish, and totally suck at it, that's his right and it doesn't make him a "coward." If Oluwande wants to go off with Zheng Yi Sao and her crew, that's her right. Stede doesn't want to see that bc he feels rejected (and maybe feels guilt for being the first one to run away in s1). So he's trying to rush the romance Ed wanted to take slow and he's disregarding Ed's quiet advice to not force himself into a mold he never fit in the first place. Stede isn't and can't be heartless and he needs to listen to both Ed and Izzy. He needs to let people change and grow: he needs to recognize what he is is a person who normally helps them do that with exceptional skill.

#ooc #meta #ofmd spoilers