#and it annoys me MUCH MORE than ALL of these things that the fault Leo’s with BioWare eroding it’s ethics to a point of toxicity utterly

[ziracona]

TLDR at the bottom, as I know this became very long. My apologies.

I would really like to clarify first that I am not arguing with you or attempting to make you like her and am just attempting to explain my stance since you seemed confused about specifically this: as someone who is very solidly for mage rights in the Dragon Age games and also really likes Vivienne, I do think you overestimate how many fans she has? Which is completely understandable as fandom has cooled a little bit in the last few years, which means there’s less discourse posts floating around, but it used to be that if I found Vivienne content it was vitriolic towards her—she has a canonical Ao3 tag labeled “Vivienne (Dragon Age) Is A Bitch” for example.

We’re not prone to criticizing her character on the regular because she already gets a lot of it, on about the same level as Anders (whom I also am very fond of) and most of it has already been said before.

For examples though, her arguments about mages are genuinely infuriating and make little sense.

She is fantastically racist in the game, which is also very frustrating, though to be fair to her, I’m having trouble thinking of a companion who isn’t at some point or another without ability to correct them (Dorian supporting slavery and his “elven harpy” comment towards, Cole’s “Never trust half an elf” comment which is bad regardless of if they were intending it to be about Michel, Solas and Sera’s everything unfortunately, etc. all come to mind.) Maybe Bull, Leliana, or Josie? I can’t remember them being so off the top of my head.

These things do suck and most Vivienne fans (except for a few, but typically fans who support the fantasy Catholic Church aren’t going to be the type of fans who will bother caring about a Black woman—they’ll usually go for Cullen, the white straight man who is anti-mage and who the narrative actually cares about) are very aware of her flaws, but generally we think it was a very stupid idea to have the first Black companion (that they will actually admit to being Black anyway, unlike Isabela who got whitewashed and Morrigan and Cole, who never really have the fact that they are mixed Black acknowledged or shown in the games) support the oppressive system and use her as a mouthpiece for a conservative agenda.

(Using characters as a mouthpiece for whatever agenda the devs are trying to push with little regard to their actual characters is a very common thing in Inqusition—ex. at one point they have Cole say Cullen was a “good Templar who remembered the mages are people” when Cullen literally has a line in 2 saying “Mages aren’t people like you and me.” which is a direct quote from him, and even though Cole should by all rights be terrified by Cullen. Also, all of Varric’s Inquisition characterization.)

I mean, her companion quest is just there to have you distrust her briefly (the quest is named after a classic villain line and the youth potion paper) before “surprising” the player with the the fact that she… has layers? Cares about someone? Which is so… incredibly stupid on the Dev’s parts for a variety of reasons that if I talk about now I will start getting genuinely angry over.

I also think she has some very redeeming qualities. I personally found that she was very compassionate towards an Inquisitor she was friends with. It doesn’t stop her from being opportunistic, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing necessarily. I think this bit specifically is probably something we won’t agree on however, since we have very different readings on these moments, so I’m going keep it at that.

None of this is meant to convince you to like her at all, but I wanted to explain my perspective in doing so since you seemed confused about it.

TLDR: I, and many other pro-mage Vivienne fans, are aware of her flaws, but we think that was a terrible writing decision and do see several redeemable qualities in her character. None of this is meant to sway you in your dislike of her, but I wanted to explain my perspective since you said you didn’t understand how someone could like Vivienne and be pro-mage.

(P.S. I am very sorry if any of this comes off as condescending or if this was completely unwelcome. I’m autistic and have a hard time with tone, both reading it and delivering it. I’m working on it, but I’m still not good at tone over text.)

I. I understand all of this. I’ve criticized the fact they made the first black companion a huge bitch and a bigot against her own kind from the second it became clear that was her personality? But her being the first black companion also doesn’t innately make her a good character. Being a minority doesn’t make what a character does automatically ok or less bad, and idealization is dehumanization as much as villainizing is. It makes BioWare’s writers and their decisions gross, and their agenda gross, any anyone who uses her sucking as an excuse to be racist or disproportionately hateful to only the black companion horrible, but it at the same time doesn’t just…make her good, or ok.

She’s written stupidly, but the character they made is a bigot given no real character growth who tries to ruin the advances for mage rights even if you put forth the best possible outcomes (Lelianna Divine, allied Mages) and befriended Vivienne. She straight sucks. She does. She is a bad, selfish, emotionally manipulative person with no empathy for those of her kind less privileged than her, and a species traitor. (Or whatever? Can’t think of a better thing to categorize Mages as. Class??) It’s not like I only complain about her. I’ve been just as liberal complaining about Doriana and Sera and every other fucked up choice the Devs made. If you’ve seen anything I posted the past week, you’ve probably seen me having a meltdown over how utterly unsalvagable Inquisition is as a game. As for Viv herself, she’s not devoid of good qualities. She’ll be nice if she’s your friend, you’re right, but you have to be kind of terrible to befriend her at all, and so? So is everyone on the planet. That’s what fair weather friends /are/. But beyond that, yeah. She’s not all evil. She cared about the guy she was mistress to. She’s not a monster. But she high key is a terrible person and sucks. You’re right, the devs making her quest a quote from the Queen from Snow White of all things, to encourage a player to lie to her, is fucked up. So is literally everything they did to her. So is how they treated Bull, and Dorian, and Sera, and all kinds of things. But that doesn’t make the character good.

From your own description, you don’t actually like canon Vivienne. You like the HC version you rewrote in your head. And that’s fair, and it’s a fair way to say fuck you to the devs—I do the same with Solas. But you’ll never see me not absolutely accusing the shit out of canon end game Trespasser Solas—he’s a racial supremacist genocide intellectual dude bro, which is a horrific choice for the devs to make esp considering his preTrespasser characterization, but that’s still what he was. I can ignore that and make my HCs, but I’m not going to pretend canon wasn’t what it is. It was. And I wasn’t complaining I see alternate takes on Vivienne, but that I see people talk about Canon Viv like she’s a girlboss while claiming to be pro mage, and those things just concretely do not and cannot go together. And that complaint absolutely stands. It’s cool and even good to hc and rewrite her as a different person. But that’s not canon Viv anymore then, it’s an OC that should have been in the game.

#ask #anonymous #I’m sick of people wanting to argue with me about dragon age so I’m not tagging this sorry people who filter my blog I usually put you first #but I can’t take it anymore #I am also sick of people arbitrarily liking charcaters who suck because they’re hot or because they’re X and then ignoring or excusing every #terrible thing they do or ignoring it compeltely and it happens all the time in everything and I’m allowed to be annoyed by things that #annoy me. it annoys me I don’t see people complain about Dorian being pro slavery or even hesitate to romance him over it. it annoys me Sera #is a bigot to elves and will try to forcibly convert a lover to Fantasy Catholicism or break up. it annoys me Varric is a massive bitch in #Inquisition in many ways but everyone loves him. it annoys me he refused to speak to my husband ONCE even in the event of my death to tell #him I died. it annoys me he will Stan Iza after the end of Act2 but flips on Anders like a griddle cake. it annoys me he’s a centrist and no #one criticizes that. it annoys me Aveline is a bastard cop in DA2 and I don’t see people criticize that. it annoys me Cassandra won’t tell #Mages how to reverse tranquility and no one I see talks about it. it annoys me they Tommy Gun’d Solas’ charcater from the entire game in #Trespasser and I see people stan him or hate him but no one talk about how fucked up the message the devs flipped on a dime to push with #Trespasser was. and it annoys me Vivienne is a huge bitch and a bigot but i either see people complain only that she’s mean or Stan her as a #girlboss and ignore the fact she’s specist and horribly anti mage and a class/species traitor who doesn’t get better #and it annoys me MUCH MORE than ALL of these things that the fault Leo’s with BioWare eroding it’s ethics to a point of toxicity utterly #*Lies With #unlivable and as little as I see complaints about any of the above I still see them more than people calling to break down doors if that #dumbass white Canadians’ game company and wring their necks for every horrific racist anti-minority-action centrist #fascist religious oligarchy supremacist bullshit take they shoved down every player’s throat in Inquisitiom

[oleander-nin]

Hello I really like your work, do you think you could yandere Leo/Donnie with a reader that cries really easily?

A/N, not important: YES I KNOW I HAVE A SCHEDULE NOW BUT LEON SAID I COULD IGNORE IT ONCE A MONTH AND I AM SO PROUD OF THIS. This was so fun to do because I am the most emotional person, and I cry so much it isn't even funny. I apologize for the headcanon bit, I really suck at writing them and Leo's contradicts himself left and right lmaooo. Maybe I'll go back and rework them one day. Am VERY proud of the fic portion though. Once I finish a last couple fics, I might do Raph and Mikey for this as well. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: Needles(Donnie), kidnapping, restraints, crying, dark themes, yandere

Words: 3629

Summary: Yandere Leo and Donnie navigate trying to deal with their darling who cries easily

Leo:

He finds your sniffles and tears a bit endearing, and it plays into his hero complex. You’re just the cute little human who can’t handle the real world. That’s why he saved you, whisking you away to the lair to ‘keep you safe’. 

Teases you relentlessly for it. He finds it funny, albeit a bit worrying. He knows how easy you cry though, and isn’t all that concerned. He’s been watching you for years, he’s well aware how easily you’re set off.

He knows you’re only crying because of him, so he feels safe poking fun at you. It’s not like you’d willingly let him help, so he might as well have some fun if you’re going to be ‘dramatic’.

He’s determined to make you smile one of these days instead of breaking into sobs when he gets too close, but until then, he’ll just pretend your tears are from the joy of seeing him.

While he does find your puffy eyes slightly adorable, your countless tears do slightly annoy him. He doesn't like that you cry at the sight of him, or whimper at his touch. You’re supposed to love him. He usually ends up guilt tripping you after a few minutes, trying to make you feel bad for your emotions.

If he goes too far in his teasing and realizes what he’s saying is actually hurting you, he immediately changes gears and starts pampering you instead. He loves you, you’re his darling. He was just trying to get back at you for crying whenever he touched you. He didn’t mean to actually upset you. He just thought you were a crybaby.

Instantly pulls you close and starts actually trying to comfort you. He holds you in his arms while whispering apologies, letting himself be more vulnerable with you. You love him after all, you’re just confused. If he can’t be vulnerable with you, how can he expect you to ever trust him.

His favorite thing to do is kiss your tears away, trying to comfort you through bouts of affection. He knows you’re more sensitive, so once he realizes it’s serious, he’ll take care of you.

If you cry for a reason other than being scared of him, he’s quick to help you with your problem and comfort you, even if his form of comfort makes you cry more. It’s not his fault you hate his amazing hugs. He can’t deal with you crying for another reason, it means you got hurt or are thinking of something that’s not him. He can’t have that.

If you’re crying from a person or because you’re hurt(either emotionally or physically), he gets more serious and takes care of you. He’ll put on a movie and burrito you in blankets until you can’t get out, then snuggle up with you and whisper sweet nothings while you’re stuck. He finds it sweet and caring. You find it nerve wracking.

If a person makes you cry, he’ll gladly go remove them so they’ll never bother you again. If it was one of his brothers, he’d mess with something they enjoy and be as petty as possible to them for the next few days. He doesn't want you to truly be upset.

I let out a small groan as a buzzing sounds through my head and rattles my skull. I slowly shake off the sleep, trying to ignore how heavy I felt. My skin tingles uncomfortably, as if there were bugs crawling just underneath the skin. I stretch in my bed, confused to feel a plush comforter on top of me. A distant rattling sounds as I move and my wrists are tugged painfully back into place. My eyes flutter open and I look around, panic coursing through me. This wasn’t my bed. This wasn’t my room.

Where in the world was I?

I feel my throat start to tighten as a heavy weight settles on my chest. This was wrong. I pull uselessly at the restraints connecting my wrists to the pole that stretched from floor to ceiling. No matter how hard I tug, it didn’t give. All it did was make the skin on my wrists red and inflamed. They were starting to burn. I look around my prison with misty eyes, trying to figure out my surroundings. It looked as if I was in a refurbished subway car.

I blink away my tears as I suck in a shaky breath. Crying wouldn’t help. I couldn’t cry, not now. I needed a clear mind to get out of here. Swallowing back the building tears, I scan the room for something that could possibly clue me in to what was happening. I was obviously kidnapped and restrained, but why?

Ransom? I shake my head. I wasn’t the most well off considering I was just a college student. That same logic applies to robbery. I wasn’t wealthy, and sure didn’t look at it. My family wasn't exactly the cream of the crop either.

I shakily exhale. Was I just brought here to be tortured and murdered? Just an unlikely victim of a crime of passion? I shudder at the thought, new tears brimming my eyes. This wasn’t fair. I just wanted to go home. I wipe a few tears off my cheeks as they fall, the salty liquid leaving small stains on my cheeks. I sniffle softly, trying to keep it down. Crying in front of my captor would not be the best.

My head shoots up as I hear the faint padding of footsteps outside the door, a loud voice shouting to others in the area. I thickly swallow. There was more than one. I was outnumbered, chained, and alone. I quickly settle back into the bed, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment before letting my face relax. I take a couple deep breaths to calm my tears. Years of crying at the slightest inconvenience sure helps when you need to calm down quickly. Although, I would argue this is a perfectly acceptable situation to cry over. Not that I wanted to.

The fluttering of a curtain being pushed to the side sounds through the room. I hear my captor walk towards me, a soft tune being hummed as he nears. His voice was smooth and crisp, way too happy to match the fear coursing through me. I feel a wave of disgust wash over me. This guy kidnapped me, and is now humming a happy little tune like everything was right in the world. I wanted to jump up and scream at him, hit him with everything I had. This wasn’t fair.

I stay still on the bed despite my violent desires. Doing such a bold action while I was chained would only result in my own injury. I try my best not to tense as I feel his presence near and the humming grow louder. I make sure to keep my cheeks soft, trying to keep up the facade of a deep sleep. Maybe if he saw I was sleeping, he’d leave me alone.

I feel a finger caress my cheek, tracing the tracks of my tears. I hold back a shudder at his touch, trying not to shake. I forgot about the tear tracks. My pulse thunders in my ears as every part of my body begs me to run, but I can’t. I was stuck, a loop of chain keeping me grounded. There was nowhere I could go. Nowhere to run, nor hide. I was trapped with a monster, awaiting my demise.

“You were crying.” The voice pauses for a moment, seemingly thinking. I try everything to keep my breathing steady. I hear a small chuckle from above me as the voice speaks once more, this time in a more teasing tone. “Aww, did you miss me that much?”

My breath hitches in my throat and I don’t breathe, trying to convince him of my unconsciousness. It doesn’t work. I feel a couple more quick taps to my face, each one sending a chill down my spine. I hear another chuckle above me as he continues to poke at my face, watching it scrunch up from my inability to control my muscles.

"Open your eyes, I wanna see them." The voice demands, despite his tone being surprisingly soft. I hold out for a moment more before I feel a sudden wetness and pressure in my ear cavity. I jolt back, glaring at him while I wipe my ear with the heel of my hand. I open my mouth to complain, to try and hold my ground, but all words leave me the moment I meet his eyes.

He was a turtle. A large, smug, humanoid turtle. His arms were muscular and the limited part I could see of his build was strong. Two stark red crescents peaked out of his blue mask and stood out against his green skin. I could barely understand what I was looking at. 

I gape at him for a moment, trying to process what I was seeing. A scream builds up in my chest, fear upon what I saw. His eyes were big and held a strong ego, scanning me up and

down for my reaction. 

"What, don't like what you see?" He asks, still grinning. It was if he thought this whole thing was some huge joke. Nothing more than something to laugh over as the years go by. I swallow the lump in my throat, trying to control my breathing. Too much was happening at once and I could feel my chest starting to constrict on me. The pressure keeps rising and my heart thumps loudly in my ears, drowning out the words I watch him speak but cannot hear. New tears prick at my eyes, quickly falling down my cheek and gathering at my chin before splashing onto my clothes and lap. The turtle's grin widens as he sees my tears, a small coo sounding from his throat. "I know, I know. This meeting was bound to get a bit emotional. It sure is shocking to meet your soulmate for the first time."

I pause at his words, blinking as more tears fall. I try to hold back the choked sobs as I hurriedly wipe away my tears, feeling weak and pathetic for crying in what was possibly my killer. In the least, he was certainly my kidnapper. Showing any ounce of emotional vulnerability in front of him made me feel like I was falling further into his grasp, the chains around my wrists rattling quietly as I move my hands. I jolt back as his three fingered hands move to cup my cheeks, holding my face tight to keep me from squirming away. Tears continue to roll down my cheeks, completely out of my control. His blue masked face just smiles, wiping them as they fall with his thumbs.

Donnie:

He gets really upset at your constant stream of tears. You’re supposed to be happy with him. He doesn’t understand why you insist on throwing a ‘tantrum’ every time he comes near you or something slightly inconvenient happens. Your emotions don’t make much sense to him, even if he realizes the pattern.

Donnie’s not the best at empathizing with your tears. He finds them annoying and proof of you not settling him in. In his mind, the tears equal his own failures as a lover.

The more you cry, the more intense he’ll get. It’ll start with him trying to find solutions and devolve into threats. He just wants you to stop crying. Why won’t you stop crying?

Despite knowing you will cry at anything, he still takes it personally every time. It starts to annoy him and stress him out as he desperately tries to figure out what’s wrong.

Will probably lock you in his room if you keep crying. He doesn’t want to deal with it. Your tears stress him out and make him feel bad, which he doesn’t want. You’re supposed to love him, not cry at the sight of him.

If you’re crying about him or something he did(in his mind, something you made him do), he’ll just ignore your cries. He may snap at you to shut up a couple times, but just grumbles under his breath other than that.

The reason he hates it when you cry is because it makes him feel bad. He learned pretty quickly the way he tries to comfort you doesn’t help much, so instead he just ignores you. He would love to hold you close and keep you occupied so your tears stop, but you never let him touch you. At least, not without a fight. He usually gets fed up enough to leave you alone, but he’ll probably ignore you for days afterwards as a punishment.

If you have a ‘valid’ reason to cry(according to him), he’ll step in and actually help you. He’ll try to comfort you to the best of his ability. He doesn’t want anyone else to bring you pain, so he’ll take care of the problem and make sure to help you. He’ll pull you close as he works and let you cry into his chest for once, ignoring the way you fight him.

He wishes so badly you’d just stop crying. Sometimes he’ll even go to Mikey for advice on how to make you not so scared. It hurts him to see it, and it makes him more agitated with you, which ends in more tears. He wants it to stop.

He tries not to physically punish you for crying. He hates your tears, but you are doing a relatively good thing by trusting Donnie enough to cry in front of him. He’ll usually end up building you a quick item to keep you occupied or have SHELLDON spend time with you until you calm down. He doesn’t want to make your sobs worse.

If he wants affection, and you cry, he’ll just not care. He’ll spoon you from behind so you don’t get your tears on him and hold you close. He’s not willing to give up his own needs for your dramatics.

Bright lights shine into my closed eyelids, my body recoiling as my eyes start to open. I keep them squeezed shut, trying to minimize the damage to my sight. To my left, soft footfalls could be heard paired with a low muttering. I try to move my limbs, my breath hitching once I realize I was strapped down. I feel my breathing quicken, my blood running cold. I let my eyes flutter open, ignoring the way the bright burned my retinas as I force my eyes into focus. Tears built up in the corners of my eyes while my chest tightened.

I couldn’t move. My head was stuck between two large pieces of padding and my limbs were strapped down. The cold metal of the straps burned into my skin, the padding pressing uncomfortably against my cheeks. My face grows hot with tears as I try to force them down, not wanting to alert the presence at my left to my consciousness. A small gasp sounds, and I realize I was too late.

A large, humanoid turtle moves into my vision, my heart pounding in fear as he looks me up and down. I couldn’t help but gasp at his appearance while he towers over me. A purple mask covered the top half of his face, only showing his cold eyes. I look at the purple metal on his back, watching the light catch it to make it shimmer. The purple markings on his shoulders and thighs seemed to glow with the screen he had in front of him, glancing between it and me. His face is scrunched up in thought while he stares down at me, the look of surprise in his eyes morphing into one of confusion. I stay silent, unable to wipe the tears trailing down my cheeks away, unable to keep my dignity in front of this monster.

I couldn’t help but wish for my parents, for freedom. Silent tears continued to build up and fall while the figure in front of me stared me down. His eyes were glued to my cheeks and my expression, one I could only imagine is of terror. He raises his hand to grab my face and I flinch.

I press my head against the headrest of the chair, trying to dodge his approaching hand. He ignores my attempts, grabbing my face firmly and frowning as he stares into my eyes. He wipes my tears before dropping his hand down to cup my chin. I struggle as he forces my face up to make me look at him, a short whimper being pulled from my throat. I blink back more tears, unsure what to make of the turtle in front of me. He continues to stare down my shaking form for a moment, his bottom lip jutting out.

“Are you… Crying?” His surprisingly smooth voice asks. I scrunch my face up, confused why he was even asking. His question took me a bit off guard. Why was he confused about my tears? Sure, I cried more easily than most people, but this situation wasn’t one I would consider something I shouldn’t cry over. The turtle continues to stare me down, seemingly waiting for me to answer. I don’t. I had nothing to say. My voice wouldn’t let me either way. He drops my chin with a glare, rolling his eyes. I let out a breath of relief when he backs up, my limbs still shaking slightly from the fear. I watch him move around the room, not sure whether to be relieved or worried when he ducks out of my sight. 

"Your tears won't phase me." He says, the clinking of metal and glass punctuating his words. I hear a small beep along with liquid being swirled around, my fear rising. Was I about to be experimented on? To be ripped apart and killed brutally? What would something like him even want with me? "Cry all you want, but it won't stop me. You're mine."

His words make me pause as I try to decipher the meaning of his words while he comes back into my line of vision. He's absentmindedly pulling a medical cart with him, staring down at the screen on his wrist. I try to look at the contents of the medical cart, but his body is blocking my sight. I gulp. What could he possibly want? The pads around my head feel sticky from my tears. I wanted to be away from this dreaded chair so bad. I wanted to go home. The turtle looks at me again, smirking at my discomfort. I take a deep breath as he drops his wrist and wheels the cart in front, ready to show off the torture he planned on putting me through.

My breath leaves my chest when I see four syringes lined neatly on the surface of the cart, a sharps container and needles off to the side. I feel as though I had been doused in cold water, new tears springing to my eyes. I was right, I was about to be experimented on then killed. There was no way I could fathom getting out of this alive. I grip the armrest of the chair I was strapped to, my hand cramping and my knuckles turning white from the force. His eyes meet mine and narrow slightly, tsking at the new tears rolling down my cheeks. He didn’t comment on them, but he seemed obviously relieved I wasn’t making much noise. If I could, I would thank the heavens I was a silent crier.

His gaze follows mine to the medical cart holding the needles, a thoughtful hum sounding from his throat. He turns back to me, he drawn eyebrows raising. “I am aware of your allergy to penicillin, and I can assure you there is none in any of the injections I’m about to give you.”

I pause at his words, trying to understand how he knew that. Did he run tests on me while I was asleep? Access my medical history? I shudder at the thought, my mouth too dry to scream and shout all the things I wanted to. My eyes widen as he comes near me with the first shot, his three-fingered hands covered in latex gloves. I struggle violently against the straps, trying desperately to escape. A loud sob is pulled from my chest as more tears pour down my face, fear crashing over me in strong waves.

The turtle pauses, looking down at my mess of a form. A minute goes by as he watches me panic, his right eye twitching. He looks down at the needle in his hand and frowns, tapping his thigh repeatedly with the unoccupied hand. He looks back at me, ignoring my teary face. “I was not aware you had trypanophobia. I apologize, but I really need to do this. If you close your eyes, it’ll be easier. Your struggling will only make it worse.

I suck in a shaky breath, trying to speak. I blank at his words, my eyes still trained on the needle. I assumed he thought I had a fear of needles, and not of being injected with a mystery liquid. Hopefully my death would be quick. He reaches out with one hand and stabilizes my arm, bringing the needle dangerously close to my flesh. I sob harder, trying to jerk away from him, but to no avail. I take one last look at the world around me, expecting to not be able to see it for much longer. I close my eyes and try not to scream as the needle enters my skin.

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[the-defendery-189]

ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS #1

Venus & Neptune square and aspects in general, especially negative ones - lazy, creative, and inspirational, yet so delusional and preferring their fantasies to the relatity in their relationships and often not even realise they're doing that.

Capricorn and Virgo and Aquarius suns are imo the ones to hate astrology the most, like once they learn there are also bad things about their signs, wow!!!, they immediately hate it and GOOOD, astrology is so TERRIBLE and UNREAL and FAKE... 🙄🙄🙄

Scorpio suns are very hypocritical. Once they say some things but when it's suddenly against them, you're just making it up, it never happened! Also gaslight people and are just generally very proud and irrational when hurt a lot. Blame others a lot. Get all defensive and icky when people actually try to accuse them of something they have done.

Geminis can use fake tears to make you pity them and then act like it's all your fault, anyways.

Also sags use their feelings to try to gaslight people and make them feel sad for them and excuse themselves when they just don't care about them anymore, and just make them seem like it's all the other persons fault, when they'll still go like "its not you, it's me" in the end.

Cancer suns are very quirky in a kind of disgusting way, personally I get very annoyed by them and they still think I think they're oh so cute.

Also cancer men are very manipulative and might want to seem like the prince charming and saviour of all the women. Often matriarchal and want women to have all the power. Also submissive to them in sex and generally want women to be the dominant ones in a relationship. Often grew up in a home without a father, who left them as a child, their mother ruling the household. Might be the youngest sibling. Bullied in school and bullying others, hiding behind the "but I'm a soft boy uwu 😩😣💖💖💖🫀🫀🫀❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥💔💔💔👈👈👈" excuse and trauma that have happened to them. Either metalheads or soft boys uwu discord kittens. Often joke about furries and cringe weird communities and their obsessions. Very chronically online and may have grew up as a YouTube creepy pasta or smth else child.

Also Cancer men - Will pretend to listen to a girl because they know this is what they want --- because of that mother relationship they grew up with. But seriously just not give a fuck for real in their heads, they just know how to be smart and manipulate women. Don't feel comfortable around men BCS of their too-much-comfortable being they happen to switch on when are with women. Often put on a mask in front of men and pretend to be someone who they aren't. Men might think they're cool then, which j really don't understand. Like what???

Also cancer men and women - mommy issues, if it wasn't obvious. Can be very backstabbing and distrustful and think of themselves as mega hot and the best. Often boring texters and talkers. Rant a lot and talk about their hyperfixations and how the world is cruel and shit towards them, but really sometimes you can't help but wonder if they don't deserve it.

Saturn in 7th - Abusive relationships, getting married later in life, husband/wife popular and maybe rich, so if they abuse you, nobody might believe you and everybody will be on their side because they might be just more charismstic than you.

My parents both have this placement and it is HELL.

Lilith in 10th, 1th - Women envy you, hate you and sabotage you, men think you're too dark and edgy for them. People thinking you think you're better then them, this hating you. Being too charismatic for your own good.

Leo Venus - again, as it is with the Saturn in 7th. Could be more popular and overall likeable so if they do terrible things to you, nobody will believe you. Might just be nobody believing me cuz of crazy people around me tho.

Neptune in 1st - people might find you very attractive and ethereal, but also project on you A LOT. Meaning connections and relationships with you are just really difficult to even happen BCS people are always so judging and mean towards you.

Chiron in 1st - Body image issues, partners might abuse you and body shame you, people thinking less of you and in childhood parents often telling you you look ugly. I'm sorry people, I have this placement too tho so its not like I'm shaming you too, just I can feel your pain.

Scorpio ascendant - Too assertive and proud of your uniqueness and too opinionated for your own good. You guys are so clear with your speaking and always speak your mind and aren't fearful to express yourself how you feel and how your think and are always so like colorful with the things you say if you know what I mean. People will despise you for that and try to shut you up. And as somebody who did this to my scorp rising friend before subconsciously,,, yep. It happens even from your trusted friends.

If your moon is in the same sign as your friends/anyone's ascendant... You might feel instantly understood by them. Like I have this with my friend and it's an absolutely great and fantastic relationship, I love her. She absolutely understands me and gets me on a spiritual level - maybe caused by the fact that we have this with Scorpio - like no one else. It's a great relationship, savour this.

If you have a moon sign same as somebody's sun sign, you might enjoy their cooking.

If you have a sun sign same as somebody else's rising, you might try to be more like them and adore them for no reason.

#venus square neptune #venus aspects #pluto aspects #neptune aspects #ascendant #rising sign #capricorn #aquarius sun #scorpio sun #moon signs #gemini sun #sagittarius #virgo #cancer sun #cancer men #cancer women #is it obvious i had an cancer ex? lol #saturn in 7th #abusive #lilith in the 1st house #lilith in the houses #lilith in 10th house #leo venus #1st neptune #neptune in 1st #chiron in 1st #scorpio rising

[rhinocio]

I’ve been trying to figure out how to articulate this, but I think the core of it is: Leo is very, very much an ADHD-riddled, loud, dramatic Problem Child. He’s used to making himself the center of attention and paying for it; his default is to joke around until things blow up in his face, and then panic. He’ll defer blame over and over when the stakes are low, but as soon as the consequences of his actions become dangerous, he goes, “Here, make me the scapegoat! I’m used to it! I can take it!”

Like, okay, Flushed But Never Forgotten is a good example. It’s established in that episode that Leo’s the one who convinced his brothers not to confess to having lost Piebald. He doesn’t want to deal with the short term consequences of getting in trouble with his dad – doesn't want to be the Problem again – so he finds every possible way to avoid it. Make a dummy fish. Swear his siblings to secrecy. He says repeatedly that it’ll be Mikey's fault if they’re all punished for the mistake, even though Leo’s the one who took the avoidance of confession to an extreme degree. Leo, like Donnie, is happy to throw someone else into the line of fire when it means he avoids getting into trouble… until that trouble becomes lethal. As soon as it becomes obvious that his family’s legitimately in danger, Leo demands that everything be solely his fault. Hurt me, spare them.

Leo desperately wants acknowledgement but only knows how to attract it by being a pain in the ass. He’s got big ideas and a bigger personality, a constant desire for excitement and a constant fear of repercussions. Chances are he’s spent his whole life being a bombastic little shit and faced backlash for being too irritating, too infuriating, too much. So he leaned into it. Made it camp. Leo’s flamboyant and dramatic and that’s his BRAND, baby. He’s the comedy guy. He’s clever with words. He’s pretty enough that it offsets how annoying he is to be around. 

He’s used to people getting peeved at him, and after years of practice can pretty easily roll that off his back. When the only consequence of saying, “Yeah, that thing I did was definitely all Donnie’s fault,” is having Donnie and potentially a couple other people yell at him, Leo’s fine doing it. He hams up the interaction, makes a gag out of it, defaults to the class clown tactics of deflection and distraction. 

But when all Leo’s usual tactics fail – when he can’t deflect anymore, when the jokes fall flat, when the consequences of his actions are huge and dire and are going to result in someone getting hurt instead of just angry – then he starts scrambling. He’s exhausted his bag of tricks, and all he’s got left is, “I’m the Problem Child, and blaming me makes it better. So blame me.”

The irony of Leo’s whole situation is that in playing up his cool guy persona to hide how much getting rejected bothers him, he’s made himself more likely to be rejected. He gets those, “Yes, punish him!” reactions from his brothers because they’re frustrated with his drama, which reinforces Leo’s need to ramp up his clownery to hide how ganged up on he feels. He’s the guy who takes things too far, who antagonises and instigates and makes small problems into huge ones, and he knows that, but I don’t think that’s created a self-hatred so much as a desperate need to prove himself. Leo doesn’t see himself as worth less than others; he actually believes he’s very worth paying attention to, and desperately wants someone to acknowledge that. As his, “Why doesn’t anybody trust me?” line in Many Unhappy Returns highlights, Leo’s trying to prove he’s capable and intelligent and helpful, but his long-established habits and self-defense mechanisms are muddying up all those earnest attempts.

So here’s the thing: I don’t think Leo keeps self-sacrifice in his back pocket like an ace, really. It’s not his go-to last ditch plan on purpose, not an unreasonably-thought-out method of proving he’s good enough. Instead, Leo’s repeat instances of offering himself up to protect people he cares about is what happens when shit gets real and all that bravado and pageantry that he keeps around himself like a second shell gets thrown off. Sometimes there’s a guilty motivation helping his choices along, but for the most part there’s just Leo, who’s been taking hits his entire life for everything that he is and does and tries to be. It's not that he doesn't love himself, it's that he loves everyone else too much to let them get hurt.

He’s been playing the sacrifice since day one, and has confidently decided that nobody else deserves to.

#I just have a lot of feelings about this moron you guys #ROTTMNT #TMNT #leonardo #character analysis #ROTTMNT movie spoilers

[mistressoftherant-blog]

TMNT Crossover Fics and Trauma

Something I find really weird about some writers in the TMNT fandom is the absolute insistence that if a bunch of different iterations met up, they would all be horrified at what happened in Rise, being shocked that they've gone through such terrible things at their age, and then would coddle the living daylights out of the 18 boys after learning about their Krang/Shredder. Warning, spoilers ahead.

Don't get me wrong, the Rise boys do go through a lot of traumatising incidents at a young age, and if you consider the other turtles to be older than them when they meet they probably would try to help out. It's just, every iteration of the turtles goes through a lot of traumatising events at a young age, and most crossover fics just seem to sweep these under the rug to prioritise Rise.

I guess this is fine if Rise is your fave version and that's all you want to look at, but it always comes across as weird to me when you have characters from 12 for instance being like oh no, 'one of you got possessed and forced to fight the others, one of you got melded with a piece of tech, one of you almost got locked in a prison dimension, and your city was invaded by Krang, etc, I can't even imagine the suffering you have been through', when all of these things have happened to the 12 boys before, some even multiple times.

They've all been possessed/mind controlled and used against their brothers, Donnie merged with the Speed Demon, the Krang have invaded their city, their entire world was destroyed! Same with 03, they've been possessed/mind controlled, their city was taken over by the Demon Shredder (and Don saw the SAINW Shredder controlled world), they had to fight at least five Shredders, one of whom was also a demon, etc etc Also, as most of the other series ran for longer than Rise (trust me, I am also annoyed that we didn't get more of the 18 boys as 18 was the first show to properly get me into TMNT and I do love it), they also went through more traumatic events than the 18 boys.

Again, I am not trying to say that what the 18 boys went through isn't traumatic, because they definitely had a lot of bad stuff happen to them. But it does feel so weird to dimish everything that the other turtles went through when they were pretty much the same age as the Rise boys.

Take, Donnie: In 03 he's double mutated at least twice, tortured by an invasive mind probe that also electrocuted him, lost a friend to another dimension, got sent to an alternative future and learns that another of his friend and his father are dead before he watched his brothers get killed in front of him, believed himself to be responsible for the loss of his father and went through his own mini depression arc trying to cope with thlle guikt whilst working to bring him back, and that's all off the top of my head.

Poor 12 Donnie... he has died multiple times one of which was beinh literally torn apart on a molecular level by a possessed version of the girl he loves, has also been double mutated and/or possessed multiple times (not sure whether being turned into a vampire counts more as death or mutation), has immense guilt over a variety of things that aren't actually his fault (Leo's coma, when they thought Splinter died during the first invasion, everything that happened with Pulverizer), has also been tortured via electrocution to the head, spent an episode being beaten up by his mind controlled brothers only for them to be snapped out of it pizza, is constantly pressured to be able to fix/solve everything and is frequently told he isnt good enough etc etc

Again, these are examples for just 03 and 12 Donnie that come from the top of my head. Looking at other iterations and characters would make this post even longer than it already is, but I think the Donnie examples alone are enough to prove my point.

In conclusion, if you are writing a crossover fic with Rise as the central point of focus, that is completely fine! If you want to mainly prioritise looking at their trauma because the others are older than that is valid. I just wanted to point out that it can come across a little weirdly if you have some of the characters being completely horrified by the events of Rise, and acting like they could never even begin to understand what they have been through when they've all had similar trauma in their own pasts. Or when you have a bunch of characters being like, 'Oh you almost died, you are turning my scales grey', when they have all almost or actually died multiple times.

It's just a little funny to me for example to have any of the 12 sibling act like, 'I can't even imagine how much you must have suffered when you thought Leo was lost in the prison dimension' when their Donnie has legitimately been killed in a horrific way in front of them, their dad has been 'killed' in front of them multiple times, their own Leo pulls self sacrificial stunts, their entire world was destroyed in front of them, etc

This may just be me coming across as a little bitter but, if you are doing a crossover, it doesn't make sense to me why you would just ignore all the events of the other shows completely in order to make it sound like Rise had it the absolute worst. It seems like it would make more sense to have the characters relating to one another around shared or similar traumas 🤷‍♀️

#rottmnt #Tmnt #tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 2k18 #tmnt 2k12 #Tmnt2k03 #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt leonardo #Tmnt Leo #tmnt raphael #Tmnt raph #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey

[heliosrisingheroesimagines]

Would you be willing to do the Venus Signs for the Yellow West too? I loved reading the previous headcanons so much! - from a fellow astrology geek 💖💫

(Me not doing this for the groups with my top 2 fave characters..... for shame

For Junior's I imagined him a little older and little more mature, when he'd be more invested in romance than as a baby like he is in canon rn lmao)

WEST SECTOR VENUS SIGNS

Dino Albani:

Pisces Venus. Dino has always been a highly intuitive person, not to mention emotionally intelligent, so it’s only natural that the connection you felt with him was almost instantaneous. He’s a partner who wants to have fun, finding creative ways to bond and experience life together. You’ll never experience a love more unconditional than the one Dino displayed for you, though his Aries sun makes him rather direct so don’t think he’ll allow you to run from any problems you might have.

Faith Beams:

Aries Venus. Faith is someone who needs that excitement, that thrill, a real challenge since people throw themselves at him with reckless abandon. He wants a person who can keep him on his toes but isn’t annoying about it, still displaying an interest but making it known they won’t let him give them anything less than the world. He naturally takes the lead but it always sparked his interest when you decided to take the reins, trusting you not to lead you both to your demise.

Keith Max:

Scorpio Venus. On the surface, Keith doesn’t seem to fulfill the ‘Scorpio Venus’ stereotype of ‘obsessive’ or pro-active but he’s a person who loves deeply. He wants to know you intimately and that includes knowing the negative parts of you, the ones you’d be embarrassed or horrified for others to see. His vices are on display for all to see, which he hated, but it didn’t quite feel right if he didn’t know what your weaknesses were too. Ultimately, he wanted to know and love the real you, which meant having to dig a little deeper as frustrating as those conversations may be.

Leonard Wright Jr:

Taurus Venus. Ever the hard worker, Junior is motivated to work twice as hard to provide you a life that you deserve. Loyalty was a serious thing to him, and there’s no one else that would catch his eye after he determined you were the one for him. He doesn’t get people who cheat or those who have a partner yet still flirt with others, because he felt no inclination from the moment he set his heart on you. You find that he’s a true romantic, always trying his hardest to set up nice dates for you to be alone together (and he even wrote a song for you once, but he’s too embarrassed to bring that up later in your relationship).

EAST SECTOR VENUS SIGNS

Asch Albright:

Leo Venus. Asch is a man whose lived in luxury his entire life, so it’s only natural he wants to give his partner the same life he had. He will not let you accept anything less than extravagant and he will complain if you try to make him tone it down, wondering if you just don't know what it's like to be loved by someone like him. He liked when you looked good together and would be even happier if you were considered a power couple, thinking the name fit you both perfectly.

Billy Wise:

Gemini Venus. You’re in for a ride with Billy, if you couldn’t tell from what you know of his personality already, but you’ll never have a dull time. He can run hot and cold but not because his feelings for you fluctuate, but because committing wholeheartedly to a person makes him nervous. Giving your heart away is a big deal, and making friends was far different than falling in love, though the pain of losing that might be equal in his mind. You’ll have to earn his friendship first and even then it might take time, but Billy’s constant flirting and allowing you to get closer to him than he’s ever let someone get before.  

Gray Reverse:

Cancer Venus. Gray needs some security and affirmations, even with his confident (very slowly) building up; he needs to know he’s not a burden on you, that his faults aren’t deal-breakers, and that you’ll love him despite the great amount of patience it requires to be with him. He’s naturally thoughtful and intuitive, knowing what you need before you even know, and there’s a part of you that wanted to tease him on what an expert boyfriend he was. He truly loves you unconditionally, to the point it’s almost worship, which can throw others off but you know better than to take advantage of your loving boyfriend.

Jay Kidman:

Sagittarius Venus. It goes without saying that Jay was a difficult man to pin down, something that might be odd for a man who had a wife at one point, but he admitted to being swept up in the adventure of it all when he was young. He tries to take romance a little more seriously now which is why he doesn’t ‘commit’ to long-term arrangements often, a man who fully enjoyed his singleness as he focused on being a hero. He’s someone who needs the space to be who he is but once you show you not only support him but seek out a life and adventure of your own, he’s more than happy to change what could’ve been a temporary connection into something more permanent.

#Helios Rising Heroes #Helios Rising Heroes x Reader #Helios Rising Heroes Imagines #HeliosR #Helios Rising #Helios Rising Imagines #Helios Rising x Reader #Keith Max #Dino Albani #Faith Beams #Leonard Wright Jr #Asch Albright #Billy Wise #Gray Reverse #Jay Kidman #Venus Signs

[tokusaatsus]

i’m doing okay!! i have a test on monday so it got me thinking 💪 can i request leo and chiaki distracting their s/o from studying? i could really use a distraction myself because i don’t want to study anymore HAHA

☆—MORISAWA CHIAKI

“Baby, I really need to finish this essay…”

Even with your gentle, coaxing tone, the arms around your waist refuse to relinquish themselves from where they’ve settled. You must’ve woken him up when you attempted to escape his octopus grip. Talk about a ‘heat-seeking missile’…

“Is your essay more important than me…?”

A quick tug and you fall backwards, half back onto the plush covers of the bed, half on top of your boyfriend’s toned chest. He’s so nice and warm…mmm…and snuggly…you want to stay there forever. Which, you’re certain, is all part of his plan.

It doesn’t make the idea any less enticing though.

“Well, I don’t really want to get behind so…I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

Chiaki makes a noise akin to that of a high-pitched whine and buries his face into the curve of your neck. “Don’t gooooo…”

You sigh. As much as you love him, Chiaki is very much akin to a dog. A golden retriever, perhaps? Sena-kun even said as much when the two of you announced your relationship, warning you never to get a pet because (and you quote) ‘you’d have your hands full with this idiot. He needs constant attention, or he’ll die. Probably.’

Of course, he’s right.

You wish Sena-kun or Kaoru-kun were here…at least then you could pawn off your boyfriend to them for a few hours of peace and quiet.

“Look, how about you let me finish my essay and then I’ll spend the rest of the day cuddling with you. The whole rest of the day.”

Chiaki just shakes his head, not fully awake yet still determined to cling onto you for as long as possible, even while close to passing out again. “But I want to cuddle nowwwww… Besides, you don’t even want to work! So why force yourself?”

He’s not wrong, you think. You’ve been working non-stop on plans and designs with Ibara-san and the CosPro execs in preparation for the coming LiveFes for the past few weeks, on top of your usual schoolwork as well as studying for your exams and working on some things for StuCo, so you’ve been stretched even more so than you normally would be.

Somehow, Chiaki must sense that you’re slowly (but surely) losing your resolve because he hums, pleased. He tugs you closer, so that you’re lying on your side, with him spooning you properly. “Let’s stay like this a bi~it longer, okay ☆?”

Honestly, the things you do for him… But you can’t deny that the warmth of another body and the comfortable security of your boyfriend’s arms around you is contributing heavily to the allure of sleep. “Hmph, okay…I guess it can’t hurt…”

☆—TSUKINAGA LEO

You’re curled up in the corner of the Knights’ practice room, carefully sorting the sheets of paper strewn on the floor around you into orderly stacks and tallying up the numbers in your head, when a sudden weight drops onto your back and knocks the breath out of you. “Oof…”

“Whatcha doing?”

Leo-kun tilts his head upside down, a wide smile on his face as he scrutinises your furrowed brows.

“Leo-kun…” You blink. “I’m trying to work here… Besides, shouldn’t you also be working?”

“It’s no use,” Izumi-kun scowls briefly in your direction. “We won’t get anything done if you’re here.”

“...sorry?” You mumble, because seriously, what are you supposed to say? It’s not your fault that Leo-kun’s been dragging you around all day. You’ve been treated to more than a few pitying stares in the corridors as the other students witnessed you trailing meekly after the leader of Knights.

“Wahaha, Sena is always so grumpy ☆!” Leo-kun cackles brightly.

Izumi-kun rolls his eyes. “Ou-sama, you’re soooo annoying. Why don’t you make yourself useful for once?”

“Okay!” The other boy plops down unceremoniously onto your lap, knocking all of the neatly piled-up papers back onto the floor. You feel yourself tear up, just a teeny bit. All my hard work, you lament. My last connection to my sanity…

“Don’t cry~” A voice breathes into your ear, and you suppress a shriek. When you look back up, Leo-kun’s face is mere inches away from yours. You lean back, because you like your personal space very much, and it seems like Tsukinaga Leo also likes your personal space very much because he leans in even more.

“I wasn’t crying,” You say. “But I have to do work, you know. I can’t slack off all day, or Fushimi-kun really will hunt me down for sport.” You shudder. As kind as the butler is, he can also be very scary and you have no desire to be on the receiving end of the wicked glare that promises endless pain and suffering for troublemakers.

“He won’t even try.” Izumi-kun waves a dismissive hand. “Not if Ou-sama likes you this much.” His phone lets out a ping! and a frown appears on those unfairly beautiful features as he scans the screen briefly, then taps out a response. “Jeez, Chia-kun… I’ve got to go do some damage control. Ou-sama.”

Leo-kun looks up at the sound of his, er, title.

Izumi-kun continues. “Kuma-kun and that the others’ll be coming soon. Try not to break your new toy or whatever until they get here.” It’s not a question, and he doesn’t wait for an answer before he flounces out of the room.

“Bye, Sena!” Leo-kun waves after the other boy’s retreating back.

You pay him no mind as you collect the fallen sheets once again with the intent to arrange them into proper piles so you can say you’ve done something of value today.

“Hey.” A finger pokes your cheek. You ignore it. “Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey, hey, hey.”

You can’t ignore it anymore.

You sigh. “Yes, Leo-kun?”

He pouts. “You’re not looking at me.”

“Ask Izumi-kun or Mikejima-kun to spoil you. Not me.” You close your eyes, like that will stave off your intense desire to burst into tears right there and then.

“You’re soooo interested in the papers,” He huffs and bats the sheets right out of your hand, where they rest limply on the floor. “but the genius who wrote them is right here ☆! So put those away and pay attention to meeeee.”

You have a sinking feeling that this is going to be your life for the foreseeable future.

Leo-kun, vying for all your attention. Your desire to have a calm and relaxing school life (and also to never see Fushimi-kun’s vicious smile, ever).

You, stuck in the middle.

Oh, no.

☆—notes!

WC: 1k words

OK ik this looks sus but im telling u im NOT a knightsP i swear theyre not even in my top 5 faves.

‘but oh sunny’, u say, ‘then how do u explain the fact that ur knights fics are longer then any of ur other fics’. to which i say, ‘ur MOM’.

HI EI <3 i finished ur req!! ik u said studying but i chose to interpret is as ‘working’ sorz qwq but in my defense my orals are killing me rn sobs I HOPE U LIKE IT?? and that it was sufficiently distracting enough to distract u from ur work?? also good luck for ur test 💪💪!! ur gonna do awesome im sure <3 n e wayz if u think leo’s one seems a lil weird well ur riGHT but consider: if tsukinga leo ever showed interest in me i would simply burst into tears on the spot like i love him but mans is weird asf

#✒️...scribbles! #morisawa chiaki x reader #tsukinaga leo x reader #enstars x reader #morisawa chiaki #tsukinaga leo #ryuseitai #knights

[honeydots]

If you want another prompt: ❛ because i care about you, okay? ❜ Leokumi

"Because I care about you, okay?" 1.2k, leokumi (background xanlow) from this ask game

Takumi is sick in Nohr, and he hates it.

He’s laying here, in one of their hugely fluffy Nohrian beds, wrapped in blankets and feeling gross. He was already cold, but now he’s shivering, and the air tastes weird. It’s an all around bad experience. He’d rather be sick anywhere else.

Leo’s decided to just hang out with him while he’s dying here, for whatever reason, working on something on a desk near Takumi’s bed. It’s seriously embarrassing enough that everyone knows Takumi got sick, Leo doesn’t have to stick around and watch him roll through the covers miserably.

That’s exactly what Takumi’s doing, too. He groans, and he flops onto his side, as if facing the left will make him any less sick than facing the right might. “I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that weird fruit,” he mumbles, pulling his knees closer to his chest.

Last night, Takumi had a typical Nohrian dinner—which is to say it was pretty damn atypical for Takumi’s tastes. And ultimately it was fine, just not what he’s used to, but there was this one thing. A Nohrian fruit with a skin covered in bumps to peel off, that was mushy and sweet to eat. And he didn’t hate that either, but he had a bad feeling about it.

“We don’t know it was the food, you know,” Leo comments, obviously not working and rather eying Takumi with his legs crossed. Takumi squints at him.

“I ate it, and now I feel sick. What part of that doesn’t point to the food?”

Leo shrugs at him, of all things. It isn’t Takumi’s fault Leo fed him something weird. Takumi shuffles more under the blankets, feeling just as gross but also moody.

Leo, still not working on whatever it is he’s working on, leans forward in his chair. “Have you been able to stomach anything I gave you?” he asks. Takumi frowns, and he glances over at the plate of food Leo offered earlier. Much more simple stuff, easy grains and soup. Takumi sighs.

“Kind of,” he says. “The crackers were okay.” His stomach is in complete knots, and those were basically the only things that didn’t make it worse. But he can’t say he has an appetite anyway.

Leo hums. “The water?”

“Don’t want it.” Which makes Leo frown.

“Not even a sip?”

“Later, okay, I don’t want to vomit.” Mostly Takumi doesn’t want to have to sit up to drink it, actually. Leo gives him such a look, too, like he knows. Takumi gives him a look right back. “What’s with you?”

Leo raises an eyebrow. “How do you mean?”

“You’re being pushy.” Which doesn’t seem to bother Leo as much as Takumi would’ve liked it to. Annoying. “Go somewhere else. I don’t get why you’re sitting in here with me.”

Leo, pretty pointedly, does not get up. “Because I care about you. Or is that not allowed?” he says, which is also annoying. Leo turns to his work, still clearly not intending to leave, and then glances back to Takumi. “Just drink the water.”

Takumi scrunches his nose. But he’s too sick to think of a retort, so he shuffles up onto his forearms and finally takes his drink. And yeah, it’s nice, whatever. It doesn’t cure him or anything. But it’s about as tolerable as the crackers were.

It’s almost more irritating that Leo doesn’t give Takumi a haughty look, but instead just an average one. “You should probably sleep, too.”

Takumi scoots back into the covers. “I’m too tired to sleep.”

“Interesting. Any other hypocrisies you’d like to share?”

It’s a lot easier to deal with Leo when he’s being himself. “You’re such a pain.” Takumi barely knows what to do otherwise. Especially while he’s sick—which is also why Leo’s being weird, for sure, so this is just a useless situation all around.

Takumi does mean it when he says he’s too tired to sleep. It won’t work, plainly, he’s just stuck staring at the ceiling feeling miserable. He’d love to pass out and get better so then hopefully Leo will stop being nice to him because it’s intolerable—but he’s stuck conscious.

So, he flips around again, and also flips his pillow, and tries to look at the papers on Leo’s desk. “What are you working on, even?” he asks. Leo looks his way briefly, then sighs, finishing a sentence before he puts his quill down.

“It’s for Camilla,” he explains, rubbing his fingers absently. “It’s this orphanage program she’s trying to put forward. I’m giving her some financial estimates.”

Takumi blinks. “Oh yeah?” Takumi wouldn’t have guessed, exactly, but that’s not unexpected for Camilla. Leo nods.

“She’s always been interested in developing one. But… Ever since Siegbert was born, she’s just been—I don’t know. I wouldn’t call it baby fever, but it’s something similar.” And then Leo starts working again, just like that.

Takumi guesses it is pretty significant to have a baby around the palace. People were freaking out when Shiro was born, Takumi included. He’s still kind of freaking out about that. It’s been a little while now, though.

“Their other kid is close, right?” Takumi asks, then elaborates more. “Your brother and Laslow's.” Takumi’s met Siegbert a few times, and he’s cute, but it felt like he’d barely been around long before it was announced they were having another. Takumi doubts Ryoma’s going to have more, since Shiro’s already a rascal as a not-even-one year old. But Siegbert’s been calm whenever Takumi’s met him, so. Maybe that spurred them on.

“Quite,” Leo says. He looks away, out towards the door. “I wonder if you’ll be here when it’s born.”

Kids are something that seem really far away from Takumi. He’s too sick to even think about it long. It was crazy enough to suddenly have a nephew. There’s a weird way things have felt like they’re moving both faster and slower, now that there isn’t a war to worry about. And to be honest, Takumi’s not in the mood to go fast.

Leo tilts his head, looking thoughtful. “You know. I think Laslow might’ve gotten sick when he ate that fruit for the first time,” he says. “Maybe it’s something you acquire a tolerance to.”

Takumi, feeling right but way too sick to appreciate it, huffs. “Don’t feed it to me again, then.”

“You only gain tolerance by repeating the process, you know.”

“What if I’m just allergic? I don’t want it,” Takumi says back, not eager to experience this stomachache again. “I’m not sure I liked it enough to really want to try, anyway.”

Leo gives him a ghost of a grin, then gets back into his financial whatever. “I really think you should sleep,” he says. Takumi buzzes his lips and pulls the covers over him more.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, mind getting foggier by the second. He might be too tired not to sleep now, thank goodness. “Wake me up when the baby’s born.”

And—it’s kind of nice. The last thing Takumi hears before he drifts off is Leo’s light chuckle, and the sounds of quill on paper.

And he really, seriously, barely even thinks about the kid stuff.

#thank you for the request!!! i hope you like it hehe #i know u also sent in that xanlow one before this but i decided i wanted to finish on xanlow so im gonna do that one tomorrow~ #or possibly wednesday since my semester begins tomorrow and i have less classes on wednesday than tuesday #BUT it's comin. its comin. im cookin. #dfjsdjfskdf anyway to talk about THIS fic #sickfic!!! sickfic!!! #and bg xanlow cause. i said so. #dfjskdfjs #just a little thang. little chat. i love aimless chats they make me gooey #anywho thank u again~~!! this was fun and im excited to do the last one :3c #dots writing games #dots answers asks #antivanwine14

[iztarshi]

oh boy, i believe i recognize what au "raphael vs aoi" is from! i didn't realize you were writing it, tell me more :D

I think I did share this snippet on the server! But I am very happy to talk about this AU.

First, context for anyone who does not know about a Very Specific turtle AU XD

This is a server AU where the various iterations of turtles are werewolf packs living in the same area. This kind of started with the meta thought of werewolves as "monster, curse or animal", due to the different ways horror movies can treat them and the different ways they might view themselves, and how this overlaps with how mutant turtles see themselves.

87 are wolves that were turned into werewolves accidentally by werewolf Splinter (they attacked him, he's very sorry he bit them, they are not that sorry they have thumbs now).

03 are experiments that were rescued by their (different) Splinter (they were human to begin with but don't remember it, Splinter was a wolf).

12 Splinter was a werewolf hunter who rescued some baby werewolves rather than kill them. They bit him in the process so he's been hiding out with them since. He's raised them to view it as a curse, they're the only ones that lock themselves up at full moon.

Rise are a different kind of experiment, with the blood of Old Ones (Krang) injected into them, making huge semi-humanoid demonic wolves at full moon. They're nice kids! But scary as hell. Lou Jitsu!Splinter is a vampire because Big Mama would be, wouldn't she? He can turn into a wolf as a result! Also a bat, but that's less good for family bonding.

We gave everyone different names, as well, which I'm not going to relate here. But it's important that Aoi is Rise!Leo while the 87 turtles are the ones who kept the original names.

So! 87 Raphael is usually the least angry Raphael - if any of his fans are reading this I need to note that as a pre-emptive apology - but he has a really bad time in Red Sky. So one of the things we were playing with in the werewolf AU was shifting things more towards Red Sky at some point both because it gives 87 werewolf issues (being hunted, feeling resentful) and because it makes 87 the oldest for a fun switch from them being the young, silly ones.

This snippet was me running with that idea, and with the fact that 87!Raphael gets less funny and more bitter under pressure but Rise!Leo just doubles down on the jokes. I'm not really sure I got Raphael's voice here, even at his most aggressive. But the idea of Aoi having his coping mechanism treated as annoying and broken by someone who usually shares it still feels like something.

*

The thing is. The thing is, it’s not really your fault. You’re not used to this, not used to feeling like this, and you’re not even sure if this is the way things have been going lately or the wolf hormones finally hitting. You’ve always been the quickest to yip and nip and tease but roll over as soon as anyone sends a glare your way. Suddenly you’re standing next to Donatello and Leonardo staring down Michelangelo when he starts bouncing along and poking at things.

That’s not the thing though. Making Michelangelo sad isn’t your fault either, but it’s not the thing.

The town’s feeling more hostile lately. You’ve seen enough horror movies to know what a mob looks like even before they grab the torches and pitchforks. It’s pretty certain you’re immune to pitchforks, but you’re not immune to torches, even if you’re not as flammable as Yoshi’s pack. That’s not counting the hunter someone hired who used silver bullets. Silver. Normal bullets bounce off you. These go through you and they burn all the way.

So you’ve always been the one to make a joke but not much seems funny right now. You’re territorial, uncertain, powerful, you’re picking fights with Leonardo, you’re terrified, you want it all to stop.

And Aoi made a dumb joke like everything was normal.

He’s a monster in wolf form. Huge, long limbs to reach for you tipped by tearing claws, with an uncanny ability to fade into the shadows. That didn’t stop you going for his throat like a bullet.

The look on his face, ears folded down, eyes wide and averted, the way he’d thrown himself back from you as if you were the size of Shuiro. Like you’d attacked a puppy.

Then he’d perked his ears up, lolling his tongue out in that weird doggy laugh he affects.

You switched to human form, soft hands and blunt nails. A signal that you weren’t going to fight that didn’t require backing down. “Get out of here, Aoi,” you said. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

You think maybe you shouldn’t have said that. You haven’t seen him since. He’s fine, though. If he was actually missing you’d have heard from all three of his brothers. He’s just avoiding you.

Aoi’s not the stupid puppy he acts like. He can handle some hurt feelings.

And anyway, it’s not your fault.

#meme #fanfic #I didn't even get into the whole #Yoshi (12 Splinter) and Lou Jitsu are related #or 12 Splinter and 03 Splinter share a Tang Shen #one was her husband one was her pet wolf #this AU has some backstory okay

[kissoflightning]

A Bad Cup of Coffee

I wrote this fic from Leo Manfred's perspective when I was depressed; it's an original headcannon of what he was going through the day before his first appearance in Detroit: Become Human

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

Gen

Fandom:

Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Characters:

Leo Manfred

Jerry(s) (Detroit: Become Human)

Original Female Human Character(s)

Additional Tags:

Leo Manfred POV

Leo Needs a Hug

Hurt No Comfort

I'm So Sorry Jerry

Physical Abuse

References to Drugs

Song Lyrics

References to Depression

One Shot

Language: English Series:Part 1 of Carl Dies

Published: 2023-10-25

Words:1,276

Chapters:1/1

Summary:

Leo fucked up again. (The events of this story take place the day before we first see Leo's appearance in Detroit: Become Human)

Notes:

This fic is mostly a self-indulgence. I wrote it when I was extremely depressed and ironically I felt better after writing it. I decided I wanted to write these little stories as one shots, but I plan on writing a few more (Completely out of order), hence why I am tying this to "The Graveyard" because these stories will all be very much their own thing but work together in the same timeline. The song Leo listens to 2/3rds through the story (If you'd like to read along with it) is Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Soa3gO7tL-c

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

Thursday, November 4th, 2038

The alarm blared and it was time for another dreaded day for Leo to go to work. He had his third breakdown last week when some idiot gave him crap over how much cream cheese was spread over a fucking bagel. "Why aren't there equal amounts of cream cheese on both sides? I asked for equal amounts of cream cheese on both sides!" Leo was so done with this shit and he SCREAMED at the man "YOU FUCKING IDIOT! The cream cheese stuck to the other side, it ain't my god damn fault!" His boss threatened to fire Leo if an incident like this were to occur again.

Leo took a hit from his Red Ice vape, just enough for him to vibe enough to put up with whatever bullshit he was going to put up with today. Enough that the intrusive thoughts were there, but not enough for them to take over. Leo HATED the way he acted when he had taken too much, but it felt so god damn good!

He dragged his sorry ass to the coffee shop and lay his bag down in the break room. His boss peered over his shoulder, "You better not fuck up today, Manfred."

"Yeah, whatever." Leo replied with a shrug.

Leo asked his coworker, Sheryl to man the till today so he could avoid talking to as many customers as possible and she complied without hesitation. Sheryl was the only person who was tolerable to work with at this shit hole of an establishment. Other than her, he hated EVERYONE, even Jerry. Especially Jerry. Fucking androids. They'd never have to deal with feeling like a miserable, worthless piece of shit like him.

One hour left in his shift, and Leo had successfully managed to keep himself from getting fired so far. Sheryl pulled off the "customer service" act so well, despite the usual barrage of annoying idiot customers. He always looked forward to the end of the day where she'd go back to her normal self and talked so informal saying fuck and shit in almost every sentence with a tone that would be considered a "bad attitude" from the boss. But in reality, she was super cool. Something felt good about being the only one at work to see that side of her.

A man who ordered a few minutes ago, came back raging. "I TOLD you I wanted a fresh cup and this tastes like the stalest oldest shit you could give me!" The man screamed as he threw the coffee at Sheryl, scalding her.

What Leo saw next was neither customer service Sheryl or badass Sheryl...it was broken Sheryl. She froze, broke into a sob, and ran out of the shop wailing and crying. For once Leo's intrusive thoughts were in sync with his regular line of thinking.

[He needs to get his ass kicked]

Leo hopped over the counter, clutched him into a chokehold, and threw him onto the floor. He should have stopped there, but the violence felt so good. [It's justified] He thought to himself. [Sheryl didn't deserve that] He pinned the man down and laid down punch after punch as the man and any customers that were around to witness screamed in horror.

Suddenly he was stopped and pulled up by that fucking android, Jerry. Leo's temperament wasn't settled. "Fucking piece of plastic! Let go of me!" Leo shouted before shifting to hook his fist directly into Jerry's right cheek.

The impact scraped the part of synthskin where it landed, and the android seemed to emulate fear. "My name is Jerry!" The android shouted before frantically running out the door. That display was so convincing that Leo almost felt bad about punching the thing. However, he knew better than to fall for the emulation of human emotions. Self-preservation was probably something built into their program - or perhaps Leo caused it to malfunction from hitting it too hard.

The boss came out finally. He'd probably been in his office blasting shitty music and playing Level 28,453 of Candy Crush or something. "What the hell is going on here? Where's Sheryl and Jerry?" He hollered.

"Your employee jumped over the counter and attacked me like a wild animal!" The beat up asshole shouted.

"He started it! He threw hot coffee onto Sheryl and she ran out crying!" Leo protested.

"Which I wouldn't have done if you had given me fresh coffee like I asked!" The man retorted.

"FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Leo screamed before throwing the man a sucker punch in the stomach, and he fell to the ground.

The man, speechless, shook his head and limped towards the door once he regained his composure.

"Please don't press charges." The boss pleaded to the customer.

"I won't, but I want to see you fire him." The man told him.

"With pleasure." The boss complied before he turned to Leo to shout "YOU'RE FIRED!"

Leo went home and upon approaching the door to is apartment, he'd spotted an eviction notice. "Fuck my life!" Leo shouted out loud as he entered through the door. He plopped onto his bed and screamed into his pillow. "AAAAAH!"

He plugged his airpods into his ears, and blasted the song Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day, closing his eyes for a moment and taking a exaggerated breath during the initial guitar riff. He started singing along to the lyrics. "I walk a lonely road. The only one that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes, but it's home to me, and I walk alone." He proceeded to load the red ice into his pipe, lit it up and took a deep inhale, laying back into his bed as he watched the red smoke release into the air. He sank into his bed as he felt his stress start to dissipate, though a lingering was left behind. Leo needed more ice; he was almost out. Not to mention he would wind up homeless soon if he could not get any money.

Leo continued to sing while laying down, attempting to relax. He nodded his head slightly while belting "My shadow's the only one that walks beside me. My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating. Sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me." He took another inhale from his vape, savoring it before releasing the breath. He closed his eyes and hummed along with the "Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah. Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah" while simultaneously feeling the music, imagining himself walking down a deserted outskirt in slow motion.

Leo tried to let his mind wander, but it kept coming back to reflect on his shitty predicament. He would need to ask his dad for more cash. If the requirement to ask his disapproving father for money was not bad enough, having to see Carl treat that plastic toy like his actual son was so much worse.

"Read between the lines. What's fucked up, and everything's alright. Check my vital signs. To know I'm still alive, and I walk alone." Maybe if he punched Markus, it would run off like Jerry did. However, Jerry had been in a public place at the time; what if Markus reacted more violently? It could be incredibly dangerous to pick a fight with an android where nobody could hear you scream.

And there was something different about Markus; it was so good at acting human. Leo would not doubt it if Kamski built it with some protocol to beat the shit out of anyone who provoked it. Leo closed his eyes once again and let his mind continue to drift until he passed out.

[THE END]

If you enjoyed reading this story and you firmly believe that Leo Manfred deserves redemption, feel free to give a Kudos/Comment on AO3 to give him some love!

#Leo manfred #Dbh fanfic #KOL: FANFIC #one shot #fanfic #dbh #detroit: become human #dbh leo #ao3 #writing #jerry em400 #jerry dbh #leo is hurt and confused #leo manfred needs a hug #Leo manfred deserves redemption #Jerry didn't deserve that #working in retail #type: text

[obsidiancreates]

The Creeping Doom Liveblog

Full disclosure, I watched this one already recently. But this'll still be a train-of-thought liveblog, just not a first impression.

MIKEY STOP FUCKING AROUND IN DONNIE'S LAB I LOVE YOU MIKEY AND I KNOW YOU JUST HAVE UNMEDICATED ADHD BUT PLEASE SWEETIE THERE'S EXPLOSIVES AND POISONS AND ACIDS ALL AROUND YOU

Mikey- oh Mikey...

Mikey has a photographic memory, which is cool but also concerning given all the horrifying shit they see all the time

This episode upsets me because April is the only one to actually show concern for Donnie's dementia-like symptoms and no-one notices him constantly scratching that burn. It makes me mad at everyone but April.

CREEP DRANK BRAIN JUICE NOW HE SMART LAD- god the breathing sounds are distressing

Oh he's so distressed, he just looks sad, he's not even like frustrated now he's just upset and confused...

Hey wait Mikey slipped in the Brain Eating Juice but it doesn't affect him during the episode. More Magic Mikey Evidence?

Oh poor Mikey, he's so upset about being blamed and so desperate to help out, he must be wondering if his accident earlier lead to this. Awww he's trying to make them laugh... sweet boy... his RSD must be going nuts right now

ICE CREAM KITTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

You sense something is wrong? I'll say HIS NEURONS ARE DYING

Okay yeah Donnie puts too much burden on himself, yes, but the rest of you don't help. He takes on those burdens because he's been conditioned to, by everyone relying on him all the time for all the answers. Including you, Splinter. Everyone takes advantage of him and he feels the pressure of it.

HEY APRIL THERE'S GLOWING GREEN EYES BEHIND SPLINTER MAYBE NOTICE THAT

NOOOOOOO ICE CREAM KITTYYYYYYYY DON'T MELT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

This Jason Vorhees-ass bitch- HOLY FUCK HE CHOKED LEO OUT

He needed to glow for a second before an idea same to him, it happens.

It kinda was your fault though, Mikey.

Oh Donnie he looks so confuseddddddd someone notice his itching his hand ohhhhh he just looks so sad and lost. Later in the episode they play it more as a joke but right now it's just making me think of dementia.

Awwwww his face playing the game though is adorable.

GUYS GUYS DONNIE WENT FROM SPEAKING FULL SENTENCES TO JUST MOANING TIREDLY IN LIKE TWO SECONDS MAYBE THAT'S SOMETHING TO NOTE WITH CONCERN

Aw bless him he's trying.

Now he's making random sounds and staring at nothing, ohhhh it must be so awful god I hate the idea of losing your ability to think like he's losing it, this episode is so sad for him, must be terrifying

I JUST REALIZED THE FRIDAY THE 13TH SOUND THAT HAPPENS AROUDN THE CREEP IS SAYING "MUT-A-GEN" HOLY HELL HOW DID I ONLY JUST REALIZE THAT

LOVE that Raph gets to fight The Creep solo, he deserves some revenge stabs.

OH DONNIE IS HIDINGGG

OH AND THE MOMENT OF PANICKED LUCIDITY "I DON'T UNDERSTAND I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING" OH WHAT A FUCKING AWFUL THING TO EXPERIENCE

Oh he's so scareddddddddddd oh good the squirrel made him less so MY BOYYYYYYYYY

Andddddd now we're getting into his brain damage being more comedic and almost weed-high-like than dementia

Now they just told Rob Paulsen to make random laughs and annoying noises I think, just popped him into the booth and said "Make whatever noises and say whatever random lines you want, we'll animate around it."

I DON'T THINK A LOT OF MEDITATION WILL HELP SPLINTER (I shout this lovingly, I know he's just trying to find solutions among what he knows)

YEAH WELL NOT JUST THE MUTANT WASP MIKEY MAYBE ALSO REMIND THEM HOW YOU MADE THE RETROMUTAGEN A MILLION TIMES BETTER

They really all just watched Donnie chug that shit without even trying to grab it away.

PFFFFFT SPLINTER'S FACE WHY DID HE MAKE A "Well. Awkward..." EXPRESSION

HEY HEY GUYS MAYBE DON'T LEAVE THE VULNERABLE BRAIN-DAMAGED DONNIE ALONE AND UNPROTECTED DURING AN EARTHQUAKE THAT'S MAKING ROCKS FALL OUT OF THE CEILING MAYBE THAT'S A BAD IDEA

Ooooooh That's what the big wooden spiral is for, a periscope, ooooohhhhhh okay

I'd say they're being too harsh on Mikey and the episode proves Mikey was right but, also Mikey did still feed his brother unknown and dangerous chemicals

AWWWWWW DONNIE IN THE DRINK HATTTTTTTTT HE'S MAKING SUCH CUTE FACESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

"Highly doubtful" at least try motherfucker it worked on CURING POISON

Very fortunate that Donnie thought of the mower cart before his dementia serum debacle. Must be because he worried The Creep would be back someday.

LEOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

SHIT MIKEY ATE IT

Uhhhh why is this shot from behind? Weird vibe to that shot.

RAPHHHHHHHHHHH

MIKEY I LOVE THE CONFIDENCE BABY AND IT'S NOT UNWARRENTED BUT BE CAREFUL- YEAH SEE

YAY DONNIE TO THE RESCUE IN A NEW VEHICLE!!!!!!!!!!

Love that they showed us Donnie is back to normal by immediately having him use Big Latin Names Of Plants.

Evil Laugh Donnie Mad Scientist Donnie fuck him up my mad scientist boy!

Donnie please try to teach Mikey proper lab safety he clearly has a talent for this chemistry stuff.

WHY DOES PIZZA ALWAYS FINALIZE THE CHEMICAL COMPOUNDS IN TMNT STUFF IT MADE THE RETOMUTAGEN IN SECRET OF THE OOZE WORK IT MADE THE RETROMUTAGEN 2.0 IN THIS SHOW WORK NOW IT MAKES THE BRAIN JUICE WORK IS PIZZA MAGIC IN THEIR UNIVERSE??!?!?!?!

Donnie you're smirking about that subtle jab now but what this end card doesn't show is that two second later he ate shit so hard that he got yet more brain damage and Splinter had to use his Healing Spell and realized "Shit, his brain's more battered than out training dummy."

#tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012 #sid blogs live

[this-daydream-is-dangerous-13]

What are your thoughts on OW using the sex scenes (and made them seem as something revolutionary) in DWD to promote the movie as some kind of feministic message about female pleasure, when it ended up that the women there were in a simulation and couldn't give consent? It's sad that Florence was misunderstood about the whole thing and made out to look like she is not a feminist and was just hating on Olivia just to hate on her (and was being jealous apparently because of Harry??), while she was bringing up valid points about the false promotion around it. Even now that Oppenheimer came out there were so many people that were saying that she's not complaining about the sex scenes just because the movie is directed by a man and she can't say anything against him, but could definitely attack O, when her issues weren't even the sex scenes themselves, but the length at which they were utilized as part of the promotion. She's being made out to be unprofessional and whiny and is the butt of the joke for a while now because of it, I find it disgusting that everyone seems to have forgotten about Olivia's actions and lengthy interviews about it. Even WB came out defending her. 🙄

There's an interview with Harry talking about how him being a part of sex scenes feels like he's giving a part of himself and it's really intimate for him. I can't imagine how he must have felt about the whole thing. Your girlfriend exploiting your sex scenes just to advance herself and making everyone uncomfortable in the process. The very thing he's trying to shed as part of his image being the 'sex symbol' that he was made out to be from a very young age being used in such a way. And he also talked about trusting her with those kinds of things. Makes me feel uneasy just thinking about it. 🤮

(Side note: O going out of her way to praise Harry for letting Florence shine is so weird. Florence has been a professional actress for YEARS, she doesn't need to be grateful to a man for letting her shine and make it out like she owes him for doing so. Like, 'Thank God if it weren't for Harry Styles accepting a side character, I wouldn't have been the star of my own movie'. (Nothing personal about Harry, just the way she made it seemed out to be and made me annoyed about it and roll my eyes) Praising men in general for just being decent humans and doing the bare minimum doesn't sit right with me. It's the least they could do. Especially in an industry where if one doesn't like being a side character, they can just not accept the job. Those are usually the men who are already successful actors and have a say and the entitlement and ego to do so, like Brad Pitt for example, they don't need the money like some other actors do, they can cherry pick all they want. Other people with not much experience, or not being already established in the industry in my opinion would just seem ungrateful to be whining about it. Quite frankly, The Weeknd exists, so I get where she was coming from, but still it feels weird.)

I love both Harry and Florence so much I get really heated about all this. At times it feels as if she was trying to pit them against each other.

Ooooof, we’re approaching the anniversary of this mess, anon, and it is giving me hives. What a big old mess.

I agree with a whole lot of what you said, especially the uneasiness for H and the weird emphasis OW placed on the scenes that made both Florence and H feel…vulnerable/used/like sexual objects? And in this movie about violating consent? 🤮🤮 I don’t want to pile on OW (ah…any more than I already have) but she seems to fundamentally misread situations over and over again. As she did in her promo interviews, and the “explaining to H what an apron is” stuff. Except this was way worse.

I actually don’t fault OW for praising H because he was willing to take a secondary role to a woman; she is right that so few actors are. Have we seen Leo do that since Titanic? But what I found weird was: what about Chris Pine, who did the same thing *in this movie*? And seems to be willing to do it often? THAT was weird to me, and made me think “she’s praising her boyfriend and overlooking others.” That and the stuff you pointed out—as if Florence needs help!

And as a side note, ooof. Brad Pitt. I know you were using him as an example (like Clooney) of someone who can pick and choose, but I cannot in good conscience let his name stand without pointing out how f*cking problematic his behaviour towards women, esp. AJ and kids is and how he gets away with it. I haaate it. Huge double standard. And it pains me to admit it because I am old and young Brad Pitt (like A River Runs Through It and Legends of the Fall era) was the star of all my tween dreams. But gross. Brad’s reckoning is coming.

[whoreadsnowadays]

You know what? Fuck it. Cam shatter headcannons

At first Cam thought it was a prank. Like there's no way. This has to be some practical joke, right? He hoped, only for him to be wrong.

He came to the lab to find little brother lying on an old cot barely breathing, with a gaping hole in his chest. He can feel his heart physically sink.

Little guy was practically his little brother too, he can't stand the thought of not being able to see him again.

He tries to help out Donnie in the lab and finding the materials to fix little bros plastron. Lots of searching and breaking into junk yards too.

Cam trying to sew/knit/embroider but then remembering about little bro and it keeps distracting him from being able to finish.

If this is in the version where Shredder finds out about little brother because of the spraypaint incident (I came up with it for the angst >:) ) Cam is going to be blaming himself the entire time. He shouldn't have taken him with them. Its all his fault. He and Casey are not allowed to be near little brother or even know the lair because of how angry Leo and Raph are. Mikey and Donnie being angry, but more disappointed.

If it's in the the regular timeline, he won't really blame himself. He's just wondering what would have happened if he had actually gone out that night. He was planning on it. But decided not too that night. He wonders how different things would have been if he had gone.

DUDE. DUDE?? YOU CANT JUST 1. DROP THIS ON ME WITHOUT WARNING, AND 2. MENTION AN EVEN ANGSTIER ALTERNATE TIMELINE OFFHAND????? /pos

Leo in the regular timeline blaming himself entirely, and then in the spraypaint timeline, him finding out about Shredder knowing abt lil bro because of Cam and going from blaming himself to blaming Cam and Casey almost entirely!!!! Obviously he's still beating himself up for what happened in the moment, but more often than not he's cursing out Cam and Casey for even taking him out in the first place-

AND AND AND LEO AND CAM ALREADY KINDA DISLIKE EACH OTHER, BUT THIS WOULD RUIN THEIR RELATIONSHIP FOR A LONG TIME AFTER THIS. LEO GOES FROM FINDING CAM ANNOYING TO ABSOLUTELY FUCKING DETESTING CAM DUDE.

He'd never really get over it either I don't think, there'd be none of them getting closer at the farmhouse, there'd be no slow awkward bonding at the end of season three, the only time they get close is during the space arc where they both realize they like space heroes, and if lil bro survives (who, by the way, is feeling so guilty abt ruining any semblance of a friendship they could have) realizes they both like space heroes, and forces them together to talk about it, but even then the conversations are somewhat awkward and clipped.

And CAM feeling so so guilty and having that "our relationship is horrible" realization early, and being so devastated that Leo fucking detests him, and they never get over that immense guilt bc everytime they see Leo they're reminded of it-

HONESTLY CAM AND CASEY'S RELATIONSHIP WITH ALL THE TURTLES BEING RUINED. Raph refusing to speak to either of them, he knows they didn't mean to hurt his lil bro but he's so angry, just the thought of their faces makes him wanna punch something. And Mikey refusing to hang out, and Donnie not answering any of Cam's messages, and all of them absolutely reinforcing Cam and Casey's ban.

Finally Cam begs April to let him use her phone to call Mikey, because he wont answer for them, and he's sobbing over the phone saying sorry over and over and explaining he really didn't want anything to happen, and how it wasn’t Casey's idea to go out so don't be mad at him, "please don't forgive me just because I'm sobbing over the phone, please, I just couldn't go another day without at least saying I'm sorry, I know it doesn't help and I know it doesn't fix anything but I'm so so sorry" and it takes the kraang invasion and the farmhouse for all of them to finally come back around with Cam, recognizing that it was just as much their fault as it was Cam's, and slowly letting them back into their lives. Of course they also slowly warm back up to Casey, but honestly I'm thinking more abt Cam rn sorry buddy u have so much transmasc swag.

#I LOVE YOU. #so much to think abt here #Romeo Speaks #also i finished part 4!! just gotta read over it and edit it a few more times #should be out in the next like 2 hours depending on how lenient my teacher is in 4th period

[as-above-so-below-story]

23. Camisado

Series: Fullmetal Alchemist ( Brotherhood ) Word count: 2,876 Warning: Violence

“ I can’t believe you let her just leave like that.”

Greed had taken his designated spot on the leather couch, his legs crossed over each other. He offered Dolcetto a glance before he shrugged,

“What? She’s a big girl. She can handle herself.”

“Yeah, she’s also very drunk,” Martel growled. Sure, men could walk the streets blasted out of their minds, but it was a different story for a woman. Even as a chimera, Martel wouldn’t dare walk in the dark if she wasn’t in her right mind. “ Besides, didn’t you bring her here because she was a fugitive?”

“I brought her here because I was curious. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about,” Greed let his head fall back against the couch. He was visibly annoyed with his subordinates questioning him. “She had a hefty price tag on her head, so I was expecting a little more excitement. Turns out she’s just another sloppy--”

Martel’s hand came up and slapped the backside of Greed’s head, rendering him silent for a moment. It wasn’t like it hurt – obviously, it took a lot more than that to put a dent in the Ultimate Shield – but the implication of it left the homunculus confused. Greed rubbed the back of his head and raised his eyebrows at her,

“ What’s got you all so riled up anyways? You barely know the girl. Geez.”

Dolcetto and Martel fell silent, sharing glances before they decided it was best to end the conversation there. He was right. Kijo was a stranger to them, so what did they care what happened to her? Martel didn’t want to say it. That it was the first time they’d seen the bar this lively in ages. That, albeit she was a strange girl, she had a magnetic personality and they’d been enjoying her company; But Greed was happy to let the bar fall into mindless background noise as the two finally dropped it.

She’ll be fine, Greed thought to himself. His eyes stared up into the ceiling, watching tuffs of cigarette smoke roll against the peeling paint. She’s running back to whoever that Leo guy is and she’ll be his problem instead.

“Who are you, Kijo? You can tell me. I’m great at keeping secrets. ”

“...I don’t think you want to know, because if I told you, it’ll change everything.”

What the Hell did she mean by that, though?

“ Greed.”

The homunculi had been so deep in his thoughts he hadn’t noticed the overwhelming silence of the bar. Martel’s concerned tone had him snapping his head forward, and he was surprised to find them surrounded by several men with various appearances – scars on their faces, indicating a rough life. Greed flashed his sharp teeth as he spotted a familiar man in the crowd,

“ Well well well, if it isn’t Mr. Armato. What a pleasant surprise.”

Greed’s amused smirk dropped when the green eyed man stepped away from the front door. Behind him, the same two goons that had given Kijo grief the first day she’d showed up, were holding up a body –

“Greed, what did you say about Kijo being able to handle herself?” Martel snarled. There was an accusatory tone in her voice, like she was telling him, this is your fault, but Greed didn’t offer much more than a grunt.

“ Please, Mr. Armato was my father. Call me Alonzo,” green eyes flashed mischievously in Greed’s direction. He nodded at the two men and the one with the scarred eye nodded. He licked the tip of his finger and stuck it into Kijo’s ear who immediately bolted upright, shouting out in surprise,

“ WHAT THE FUCK--”

Her face immediately soured and she shook her head, which only encouraged a more pained look on her face. Being slammed into a brick wall wasn’t exactly the best feeling thing in the world – how many times had that happened at this point? Was she losing brain mass because of it? When Kijo finally became coherent, she realized now wasn’t the time to ponder these questions. She blinked at the current situation in front of her before she realized the predicament she was in. Immediately, Kijo began squirming,

“ Let me go--”

“ Now, Greed. About our prior arrangement. You promised us a chimera soldier in exchange for use of the underground tunnels. We delivered on our promise, but you have yet to uphold your end of the bargain,” he jutted a finger at Kijo, grinning, “ so you either fulfill that request, or we’ll just make one out of your precious woman here. Or, perhaps, we’ll turn her  in for that generous bounty that’s on her head.”

“ Oh. She’s not my woman.”

Silence.

Confused faces glanced between each other as a bead of sweat dripped down Alonzo’s face.

“But… Earlier, you called her--”

“You misunderstand. She’s still not my woman.”

“But you said--”

“GREED YOU ASSHOLE!” Kijo suddenly roared out, her legs kicking angrily in tandem with her rage. Every expletive known to man came flying out of her mouth, and her insults were so vulgar the two men holding her couldn’t help but blush, “ ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?! They’re going to cart me off and turn me into a fucking chimera because you have no integrity, and thats what you’re concerned about?! Labels?!”

“ Whoa, whoa, calm down, Toots. I’m just trying to make sure everyone’s on the same page here,” Greed raised his hands defensively. Martel and Dolcetto stared at him from behind with incredulous expressions. He continued, “ anyways. Who said anything about letting them run off with you? I was simply distracting the poor idiot.”

“ Distracting?” Alonzo shot a confused look backwards and, looming just behind the man with the scarred eye was Roa. His sledgehammer came swinging, and the man’s head blew clean off – Kijo lurched forward in surprise as blood sprayed through the air. The other man holding her barked out in shock and yanked her backwards.

“See, while she may not be my woman in the general sense, that doesn’t mean I hadn’t planned on changing that.” Kijo’s face flushed when she made eye contact with him. “ And if you take her, unfortunately, I’ll consider that stealing from me. And nobody steals from me.”

“ Tch,” Alonzo sneered. He had just enough time to turn and bark at the man holding Kijo, “ what are you doing? You want your head smashed to pieces too? Get a move on! The rest of you – START SHOOTING!”

Shooting?!

In all the threats to exist in this world, Kijo had forgotten about the one that shared a commonality with hers, and that was guns. So now she had to add those to the list of things that could end her life prematurely. She shrieked as the bullets started flying, allowing herself to be pulled away as she ducked down to avoid being hit.

Greed watched after them for a moment before he turned, grinning. With a flex of his hand, his skin shifted into his Ultimate Shield and he advanced towards Alonzo with a threatening aura,

“ Hey, you just did me a favor – now I don’t have to worry about her getting caught up in the crossfire..!”

–

“ Would you let me go already?!” Kijo desperately tried to pull herself free of the man’s grip but it was to no avail; he outclassed her in strength, and she was certain her pulling and tugging was akin to that of a small animals.

I have to get away from this guy or I’m in serious trouble! Alonzo’s threat of turning her in hung in the back of her mind. If she was turned in, that would mean that the homunculi would have her again, and she’d have to return to that God forsaken cell. She gritted her teeth at just the thought of being at Envy’s merciless taunting and that damn flickering light bulb.

It was that, or being turned into a chimera, and neither of those options sounded good.

Kijo’s free hand dipped into her pocket, searching for anything that could help. Her finger’s brushed against the handle of the knife Leo had given her and she pulled it out. Its blade shone in the dim passing light overhead. That’s it.

Without hesitation Kijo brought the blade down on Snaggle Tooth’s wrist, the blade piercing right through the thickest part. He released a pained howl, his grip loosening, and Kijo was able to pull her arm back. He reared on her quickly but the wind left his body as Kijo’s boot suddenly came in contact with his sternum and he stumbled back, loosing balance. Now’s my chance!

Kijo growled and threw all her weight against him and he slammed into the wall, his head hitting it with a sickening crack.

“ Hah! Take that, asshole!”

Kijo quickly made a break for it, leaving the man disorientated as she escaped. She wasn’t sure where she was going, though – all she knew was that she needed to find somewhere to hide.

That somewhere manifested in what appeared to be some sort of storage room; It held nothing but filled shelves with various things and a few crated boxes. Kijo was perturbed by a suspicious rust colored stain on the ground and when she turned to shut the door, she realized it was made of solid iron, much like the ones that had kept her sealed in that cell.

She didn’t spend much time thinking about it. Kijo pushed the door shut and focused her attention on one of the large, wooden crates. It didn’t take much for her to pull the lid off and slide inside, and once she was certain she was hidden well, she allowed herself to catch her breath and put her thoughts together.

Damn it! I should’ve known better than to try and tag along with Greed! Kijo cursed herself, gritting her teeth. She damned her hormones, blaming them for her poor decision making – it really had just been that. All Greed had to do was flash that arrogant smirk at her and she was jelly in his hands. How pathetic was that?

I’m making the same mistakes here that I was making back in my world… Kijo frowned as she pulled her knees to her chest. She stared at a piece of wood that splintered off of the crate’s paneling, and she busied her idle hands with it, letting myself think I can rely on someone for a change. I let my guard down and get burned every fucking time.

Kijo’s brows furrowed in frustration. Even with her newfound power – be it alchemy, magic, whatever – she still found herself totally helpless when things got rough. The only way she knew how to use it was by bleeding, and she was getting real tired of having to spill her own blood just to get out of these tough situations. Everyone else around her was completely useless though. The only person that had managed to deliver on their promise of keeping her safe had been Leo, and look at how she burned that bridge. Typical of Kijo to take a good thing and set it on fire.

Ugh – I can’t sit here feeling bad for myself. I need to focus. Should I wait it out? How long could this go on? Kijo curiously began looking around the crate. She could barely see through the gaps in the panels but they provided just enough space for her to keep an eye on the door and see if anyone was approaching. Kijo couldn’t help but wonder; if someone did come in, would she be able to transmute something out of the crate to protect herself? She’d been successful when she’d focused on transmuting Envy against the concrete wall that one time, but for the most part, her transmutations had been pure luck.

That was the thing, though. From what Kijo understood, you had to be incredibly intelligent and have a good understanding of science to be able to perform alchemy. Even though she was sloppy, as was Ed’s observation, her ability to practice alchemy didn’t make any sense. The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell was the only scientific fact she had memorized. That shouldn’t have been enough to grant her these amazing capabilities.

But Kijo knew that concrete was just various aggregates and water combined. She also knew that the wood of the crate she was sitting in was made up of pine. Maybe she wasn’t a scientist, but in her world, she was a practicing witch, and she had a good grasp of how elements worked.

Maybe I’m not practicing alchemy in the true sense of the word, but something else…? But if that were the case – why do I have to bleed for it to work? Is this all because I went through the Gate?

Kijo was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the iron door creaking open and she felt her body grow tense. Through the cracks of the crate she could see the man from earlier – Alonzo, she remembered – and his face was shining with a trail of blood. There was a noticeable limp in his gait and he winced as he pushed the iron door shut. It was evident that Greed had really roughed him up.

Good, Kijo scowled.

“ Damn it,” Alonzo panted. His side burned with a hot pain and when he pulled his hand back, it was sticky with his own blood – that bastard had gotten a good swipe in. Damn near pulled a chunk right off his stomach. Alonzo had been lucky to get away, but he knew it was only a matter of time. “ I didn’t ask for this shit… I shouldn’t have taken this fucking job..!”

Kijo squinted through the cracks. It seemed like an odd time to regret a career path – surely, he must’ve known the risks before stepping into a line of work like this. Kijo wasn’t one to talk, though. After all, she had been more than willing to give up her prior life for this one, and there hadn’t been a day she didn’t regret it.

Kijo watched as Alonzo stumbled over to the wall, gripping it to steady himself. His blood was practically pouring out over the floor and he gave a strangled gasp of pain as he moved.

Bleed out faster, you dumb fuck.

Kijo grew mortified. Did she really just think that? Of course Alonzo didn’t deserve much sympathy – but to sit there, counting down the minutes until he dropped dead from blood loss was below her. What was this world doing to her?

“ Boss, boss, are you in here?!”

“ Sharptooth--” Alonzo dug his fingers into the wall he leaned against as he barred himself against the pain, looking over his shoulder. The iron door was once again pushed open and the man that Kijo had successfully gotten away from earlier came rushing in. Kijo was amused to learn that his real name hadn’t been far off from the nickname she’d given him in her head, but she doubted it was anything more than some sort of title. She watched the two as they exchanged words,

“ Looks like she did quite the number on you,” Alonzo nodded towards Sharptooth’s bleeding wrist. The larger man snarled, holding his bloodied arm up.

“ I’m going to ring that neck of hers,” he growled. “ I’m going to find her, and I’m going to snap her in half.”

“Now, now, don’t go doing that. We have to get something out of this job, remember? You saw how big that bounty was.”

Sharptooth grumbled defiantly but didn’t seem to be feeling argumentative. Kijo attributed it not only his injured wrist, but the nice welt shining at the top of his head. She grinned to herself.

Plenty more where that came from.

The two continued talking, planning out their next steps – they seemed really hell bent on finding Kijo and using her as bait, but Kijo didn’t understand why. Greed had made it clear that it wouldn’t work.

“She’s not my woman.”

Kijo grumbled to herself,

“ Way to throw me under the fucking bus...”

Immediately, her hands slapped over her mouth as she realized she’d said that out loud. Alonzo and Sharptooth grew quiet, the only sound being the blood pulsing in Kijo’s ears.

Damn it, damn it, damn it –

Why did she have to open her big mouth? Why did Kijo have such a big habit of talking to herself?! That habit was only quirky and cute when it was in shows that didn’t have life threatening situations – now it was just getting her into trouble! Kijo could’ve screamed angrily at herself, but unfortunately, that would’ve only further complicated her situation. So instead, all she could do was sit and hope that they would assume it was rat and continue on.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case, as the lid to the crate was suddenly ripped straight off and Kijo sat, staring up into the eyes of the man that had just been discussing how eager he was to fold her like a pretzel.

He grinned,

“ Found you.”

#fma story #chapter 23 #weeeee

[dark9896]

You did WHAT!! [Leo x Reader]

This fun little fic was requested by anonymous 🤯

Leo was unceremoniously called back to the office after a rather long night of deliveries for Dogamo's Pizza and wasn't happy about it one bit. Though he also knew you needed him and would make every attempt to stuff his grumpy attitude.

Steven had witnessed the whole event and was currently keeping both Klaus and you seated on the couch. Given Klaus had a sprained wrist, hairline fracture just below his elbow, and a rather nasty bruise at his shoulder, it was a miracle that you just had a headache at best. Though Steven still couldn't believe his eyes. How could someone barely taller than Leonardo knock Klaus down in the middle of a mission?

Leo was thoroughly shocked seeing Klaus in a sling and definitely needed an answer.

"All we know for sure was [Name] had fallen victim to a mental attack that unlocked their full physical strength." Klaus was clearly in pain, yet still determined to explain what he could, "And that seemed to have other negative effects as we were forced to restrain them while they attempted to attack me."

"I'd say they were pretty successful in attacking you Klaus." Steven was just overall annoyed at the situation, but not trying to blame you as best he could, "The real problem is what kind of mental attack was being used. [Name], you sure you don't have any memories of this?"

You hung your head, the last thing you wanted to do was hurt your own teammates, "I- I don't know. Everything went black, and when I woke up we were already here."

"Steven, [Name] is a victim of this the same as we were."

Klaus standing up for you made you feel so much worse. And given how Leo was standing there speechless, you couldn't help but feel extremely guilty. You never knew you even could do more than bump into Klaus, let alone injure him.

You followed Leo out of the office tentatively, the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach growing rapidly.

"Look, it wasn't your fault." Leo handed you a helmet for the scooter, "The person, thing, you were fighting is to blame. After a good rest, you'll be able to think clearly and we'll be able to get better answers. Okay?"

You sat behind Leo, still unsure how you should feel, "Okay. I'll try to rest some."

Leo turned back to look at you a bit from the corner of his eye, "I will lay on top of you until you fall asleep. I will go dead weight so you can't move me."

You looked at him. Not wanting him to get hurt, but knew he was trying to joke to help you feel better.

#bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #blood blockade battlefront #leonardo watch #ask

[bitofthisandthat]

If you're still doing the send me a ship meme, Leosami?

SEND ME A SHIP and i’ll tell you:

who wakes up first in the morning: I'd say they BOTH begrudgingly wake up around the same time, but the one that actually gets out of bed first, is ASAMI.

who’s the first to fall asleep at night: They're both nightowls, so I'd say it depends on who had a harder day. But the other falls asleep soon after.

what they playfully tease each other over: They don't poke at each other's faults? They're in that "in total awe with everything you are" stage where the other can do no wrong. But...Leo knows she's an easy mark for most any razz or fake story, so he takes advantage of her trusting naïveté, and cackles when she falls for it. He also sends her the gross memes. Asami's teasing is more subtle, she makes side comments, double entendre, and tickle-pokes his side when he's being awful.

what they do when the other’s having a bad day: Asami will hole up with Leo and just let him cuddle against her and pour out whatever he needs to vent about if he's having a bad day, and he'll get lots of shell and shoulder rubs and endless sympathy. If she's having a bad day, he does everything he can think of to distract her with cute things or do dare-devil stuff with her alone...and of course, cuddles as well.

how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments: Asami will flat out apologize, it's what she does. She'll want to kiss and make up, too. Leo makes some off-handed remark about it was a stupid fight, but rarely says the words: "I'm sorry." He'll immediately switch the subject and try and cheer her up somehow.

which one’s more ticklish: I know it seems Asami would be...but LEO. And she abuses this knowledge if he's being annoying or if they're messing around. ;] Watch out, blue-boy.

their favourite rainy day activities: During the "innocent" courtship phase, they'll lay around and read. His comics, her books, sometimes he's leaning on her, sometimes he's her pillow. They'll also lazily, half-watch movies together between cat naps, and have small make-out sessions.

how they surprise each other: They just SHOW UP wherever the other one is without texts/calls. She shows up randomly at the subway lair in full beauty queen mode, and drags him on impromptu dates ( escaping dad's fix-ups sometimes ). And once he knows where she lives, he will portal into her room ( respectively ) all the time to be with her. Sometimes to take HER away, sometimes to just hang out in private.

their most sickening shows of public affection: Stupid lovey-dovey nicknames for each other and baby talk--but it's done to annoy everyone on purpose as a joke. Leo's idea, but she follows his lead on that one. Other than that, they probably annoy everyone by the sheer volume of how much PDA goes on between them.

@reanimatedmuses

#reanimatedmuses #asks #Soft Shipping FORM #🛠️ASAMI SATO🛠️ #WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME WHEN I GOT NOTHING BUT MY ACHING SOUL? || ASAMI X LEONARDO (reanimatedmuses) #{ I can NEVER do quick shipping forms for otps never ever XD }