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#and the more i think abt it the more canon it becomes for him and athras
jetlaggingbehind · 3 months
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listen to me. in a swap au ramona's knives would NOT be matthew. matthew got over his heartbreak fairly easily once he had his own musical to perform on and knives does not have that kind of emotional resilience in the face of scott's shittiness she is seventeen years of age. matthew would more likely be like kim or something. he's hiding stuff and he never got closure but at least he has a healthy outlet for his emotions which helps him come to terms with it in some sense. knives would be ROXY. heartbreak central.
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feline-evil · 3 days
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Dick or no dick confirmation Pickles was always going to be trans to me anyways; if he's swingin' somethin that's phallo babes, if he's not then his t-dick fat. What's not to get.
#metalocalypse#jay talkin#I'm sorry they wrote that awful gross little man far too likeable and relatable to on a trans level#for me not to hoot and holler and cheer for the trans pickles agenda#changes nothing about his character arc or any of the show anyone is capable of being the kind of person he is#don't make the mistake of thinking thats exclusive to cis men#his transness wouldnt change that#only adds on an extra layer to him that i think works fantastically.#Listen that dude was rejected by his family driven to drink and drugs young to escape that ran away to be in a band#is called fucking Pickles of all things and refuses to tell anyone his real last name;#over the span of four seasons and two movies he slowly starts to learn to be for others what he never had#he becomes more caring more supportive#it's not a stretch to say he undoes some of the toxic masculinity he's been keeping himself shielded behind#and learns how to be a kinder man.#all of which have no contradictions with him being trans!#In fact it doesn't take much extra thought to find ways a lot of this can line up with some trans masculine experiences#i mean. Did no one else have a younger phase where they swung as far as they could into crass rude and uncaring ways#to try and assert their masculinity only to grow and realise that you can be a man and be more caring.#Did no one else have father issues. 1 800 come on now i know those are both shared experiences a lot of us have had LOL.#at the end of the day this show aired nearly 20 years ago and is finished. we're not getting more of it#so nothing is altered nor changed if pickles is canonically trans or not ok. its fine#i mean hell i dont even need canon confirmation hes trans to me and thats all i care abt#but i think if yr getting suuuuuper weird abt needing him not to be canonically trans you have some issues#and bio essentialist ideals of gender if you think only a cis man can act like he does#again. anyone can be like that. its not exclusive. him being trans would not change him in any way shape or form lol#AND ALSO GODDDUUUGH for once i love getting to see a guy pushing 50 whos depicted as trans#do you have any idea how dire and barren it is out here. we never get to see a trans guy older than 30 and whos not a pristine model#I WANT MORE OLD SHLUBBY SHITHEAD TRANS GUYS IN MEDIA
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perenlop · 11 months
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it’s a shame that wc is allergic to doing anything about significant characters being related because the potential of brightheart, cloudtail, and ferncloud all being grandparents to dovewing and ivypool... brightheart especially. do you think brightheart looks at ivypool sometimes with her shredded ears and scarred body and the haunted look in her eyes and sees herself.
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yersina · 2 years
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For your s class asks, au where Yoojin used to pet sit for his neighbours pets for some extra cash whenever he doesn’t have a job to do. When he awakens, he ended up with an animal taming ability, making him a legit monster tamer (would be funny if it worked with high ranked monsters as well)
When Yoojin sees the terrifying, pterodactyl-like monster heading for his boss’s van, he doesn’t stop to think. Without a single thought in his head other than desperate panic and an overwhelming desire for Lee Soojin and Im Namgi to stay alive, he whistles sharply, the way he does when he’s first starting to train a dog, and shouts, “Stop!” with as much confidence and sternness as he can muster.
Later, he’ll clutch his head and wonder why the fuck he thought this would work, because under any normal circumstances it shouldn’t have. The monster should’ve devoured them both. Yoojin should’ve died with them. But he stands there now, hands shaking with adrenaline and throat still aching with his yell, and watches the monster pause and turn around with a combination of terror and relief.
“B… back away from them,” he adds, since the monster doesn’t seem like it’s on the offensive anymore, and to his utter shock, it does. It climbs off of the car, ignoring the startled yelps of the people within, and instead walks towards Yoojin. “Oh, fuck.”
It slowly creeps forward, using claws on its wings and its short hind legs to unsettlingly and jerkily crawl along the ground, until its giant, sharp beak that was until only a second ago poised to dive into his boss’s car is only an arms-length away. At this distance, Yoojin can see its dark eyes, clear and focused on Yoojin, and how its head is covered in short, iridescent black feathers that almost look like scales. It’d be beautiful, if not for the needle-sharp teeth that poke out of its beak.
“What,” he croaks quietly, not daring to move. There’s a lesson about scaring away wildlife blaring in the back of his brain, but none of them hold a candle to the reality of being stared at by a creature that could undoubtedly kill him with half a thought.
It makes a strange noise in its throat, something between a chirp, click, and purr. It sounds… friendly, bizarrely enough, and the creature doesn’t look like it’s about to rip his head from his shoulders, but Yoojin doesn’t trust that for a single second. He doesn’t dare move.
The moment—if it could even be called a moment, rather than a pause before the creature could eat Yoojin for interrupting its previous meal—is shattered by the ear-piercing cry of another pterodactyl creature. His eyes instinctively go for the new threat, which is flying towards them with single-minded focus, before he remembers that he shouldn’t take his eyes off the thing that could kill him right now.
Instead of having a chunk taken out of him like he expects, though, the creature in front of him whips its head around and lets out one of those same ear-piercing cries and lunges for the other creature. Yoojin has to raise an arm against the dust and gravel that’s inadvertently flung into his face, but when he squints his eyes open again, the first flying creature has already tackled the second one full force and is obviously trying to gouge it in two.
Are they fighting over who gets to eat us…? Yoojin spends a moment staring in disbelief, before he remembers Lee Soojin and Im Namgi all at once and sprints towards the overturned van.
“Boss!” he yells, and is overwhelmingly thankful for the way Lee Soojin immediately pops her head out of the window and waves that she’s okay. “Do you need help?”
“I think we’ll be okay as long as nothing else comes at us!” True to word, she begins hauling herself out of the window and turns to grab her husband as soon as she’s free. Yoojin hurries over to help them both down, and they all duck for cover as soon as they can get their bearings.
“What do you think those are?” Im Namgi asks shakily, looking out at the scene of destruction laid before them through the window of the bank they’re taking cover in. There are other people in here too, but most of them are huddled as far from the windows as they can, apart from the security guard who’d let them through the doors. “They’re not like any animals I’ve ever seen.”
“They look like dinosaurs,” Yoojin offers, “but that doesn’t make sense either.”
“Who cares what they are,” Lee Soojin groans, sliding down the wall and staring up at the ceiling in despair. “They’re still wreaking havoc either way.”
Yoojin turns to join her, but a flash of blue in the corner of his eye catches his attention first. It’s a glowing blue screen hovering in the air, reminiscent of a game window.
[The Awakening of Han Yoojin has been registered.]
Once Yoojin reads that window, another pops up.
[Awakened Han Yoojin
Level 1
Stamina: 6 | Strength: 4 | Agility: 5 | Spirit: 4 | Mana: 2
Titles — Caregiver (S), Monster Tamer (A)
Caregiver additional skills…
Monster Tamer additional skills…
Skills
Strength Up (E): Strength of the target + 5% (Immediate effect, similar and/or identical skills cannot overlap), duration 30 minutes
Agility Up (E): Agility of target + 5% (Immediate effect, similarity and/or identical skills cannot overlap), duration 30 minutes]
Yoojin has to sit down.
“Hey,” he says to Lee Soojin once he’s taken a deep breath. “Is there anything strange in the air right now?”
She raises a sardonic eyebrow. “You mean other than the dinosaur creatures?”
“No, inside the bank.”
She gives him a concerned look, but she gamely gives the entire bank a passing glance. By the time her eyes settled back on Yoojin, she should’ve seen the window. “There’s nothing out of the ordinary here. Yoojin-ah, are you okay?”
“Other than the dinosaur creatures?” he jokes weakly and earns himself a snort. “I’m fine.”
So he’s the only one who can see the windows. He settles back against the wall and takes another look at… whatever the windows are supposed to be. As he scrolls through the information, careful not to be too obvious about his movements, he’s overwhelmingly reminded of video games and fantasy stories. Except—
Except.
This is real life. If his concentration wavers even a little, the screams of people outside are all too audible. There’s the sound of crunching glass, the shriek of metal, the frantic pounding of feet. This is not a video game, and yet somehow Yoojin is a player.
What is happening?
“Oh my god,” someone whimpers from across the room. “There—it’s here. Why is it looking at us? The rest of them have ignored the insides of buildings.”
Yoojin scrambles back from where his back was pressed against the front-facing wall, followed closely by Lee Soojin and Im Namgi and anyone else who’d taken shelter at the entrance. Right there, crouched over the space Yoojin had just been sitting, is one of the feathery flying monsters, peering intently through the glass.
“It’s not attacking us,” someone else whispers. “Maybe if we all stay quiet and still, it’ll go away?”
The creature doesn’t move, and neither does anyone else in the room. Yoojin’s eyes catch on a series of scratches down the creature’s flank, like something had turned a set of sharp claws against it. Like… like another one of those flying creatures.
[Current targets: Agile Devil Pterosaur (C-Rank)], the blue window had said when he’d clicked on the monster tamer title. Maybe that would explain why the first dinosaur that had attacked them had turned on its own kind? Maybe it was something Yoojin did? Is this what the taming skill does?
Without thinking, Yoojin takes a step forward and has his wrist caught by Lee Soojin before he can move any farther. “What are you doing?!” she hisses, eyes wide in fear. “Stay here!”
“I think it’ll be okay,” he reassures, and curses himself for the hesitation that’s audible in his voice. “I… I think it’s here for me.”
“What does that mean?” she demands. Yoojin tugs on her grip until she lets him go, and she curses. “Yoojin, you’re not allowed to sacrifice yourself for us or whatever harebrained scheme you’ve got cooked up! It’ll just come after us next!”
Yoojin breathes out a laugh. “Don’t worry, I don’t think that’s what will happen.” And then, before he meets any other resistance, he strides to the door and slips outside.
It’s loud. Much louder than what he was able to hear inside the bank, and he’d barely been able to ignore it while he was in there. There’s a flying dinosaur creature perched on a car not far from where he’s standing, too far for it to notice him stepping outside but easily within swooping distance. He gulps.
The flying creature—Agile Devil Pterosaur, or whatever it’s called—stays shockingly docile as he closes the door behind him and they both size each other up. It cocks its head when Yoojin fails to do anything other than stare at it, and lets out one of those clicky chirp-purrs.
“Hi.” Yoojin’s voice cracks in the middle of the word and he has to cough awkwardly. “You… Do you understand me?” It clicks its teeth together at that, which would be encouraging if it weren’t so threatening. “Right…”
As if sensing his hesitation, the pterosaur slowly bows forward until it fits the tip of its beak under Yoojin’s hand. This time, the purr is more pronounced, and in combination with the gesture and the way Yoojin can spot its tail wagging slowly back and forth, he has a fairly good idea of what it means.
Oh god, he thinks faintly, I have a pet dinosaur?
“Okay,” he says, because there’s no amount of time in the world that would allow him to process all of this. “Okay.” Just—just pretend that it’s a dog. It’s a huge, feathery, murderous dog. Oh god.
The ground rumbles alarmingly, and Yoojin is forced to throw his arms forward for balance, inadvertently caught by the hulking form of the pterosaur. Further down the street, what looks to be a gigantic tree has split the road in two, cracking the pavement and throwing the sea of abandoned cars into disarray. When he looks more closely, there are people struggling in the branches, temporarily out of reach from the swarm of pterosaurs around the tree’s base but soon to be in danger once they figure it out.
Yoojin looks consideringly at his—his tamed monster? His pet? It looks back at him patiently, feathered tail snaking back and forth, and Yoojin makes a decision. “Let’s do this.”
He whistles, and the pterosaur visibly straightens to attention. “Let’s start by rescuing those people, okay?” He points at the people still clinging to the branches of the tree desperately. “Bring them back here when you’re done. Be gentle!”
The pterosaur lets out a shrill cry and takes off in the direction of the tree. Yoojin takes a moment to scan the street, looking for others that could use help. He doesn’t know what his stats mean, but until he can figure it out, he’ll be treating himself as the same squishy human he’s always been.
There’s a man to his right who’s punching the creatures with a speed and strength that can’t possibly be human, fist glowing red when he pauses to take a rest. There’s a teenager further down the street who weaves impossibly fast between the mess of wreckage around them, light and graceful on her feet as she escorts people to safety.
That’s who I can be, Yoojin thinks determinedly, and squares his shoulder as he spots the first two rescues dangling in the feet of his pterosaur, winging towards him slowly.
Come on, Han Yoojin. Let’s help people.
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reanimatedgh0ul · 2 months
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atp i think the difference btwn my take on danny in re:animated au vs where he's more canon compliant is his relationship to being a hero
#re:animated au is shaping up to have way more conflicted feelings abt his role as the supposed hero of the town#bc of how the g.i.w. are more of a threat bc of their presence in amity park and influence on the town's attitudes towards the paranormal#and more specifically towards danny#my take on public enemies involves walker being a g.i.w agent rather than ghost and g.i.w going out of the way to use this situation#to cement danny as a public enemy#bc danny act of choosing to protect town is potentially threatening to their status they can't have that#whereas in canon after danny becomes public enemy it only takes him saving the town from a big bad like pariah#to singlehandedly restore his reputation#which that doesn't happen here#there isn't gonna be a singluar event that is catalyst for public opinion positively change of danny#but rather it's time and time again danny has to prove that he isn't bad guy#if anything the public perception of danny in amity park is split more than anything#rather than leaning towards overwhelming positive or negative w like a few outliers compared how it is in canon#this where i think the idea of danny not loving being hero could be interesting#like i agree that how it's presented in phantom planet wasn't good ok#but here i think it could work#the idea of him somewhat wanting to go back to how he use to be before the accident has more merit here#bc yeah no wonder the kid who's being treated as a public scapegoat by the supernatural cops and everyone else in town on a day to day basi#would want to go back just being a normal kid again#re:animated au#robi rambles
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milkbreadtoast · 3 months
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Wait does Cedyes actually become a thing? I only follow the webtoon
i have not caught up with the novel (impossible for me to since there's over 800 ch and theyre not all translated) so I can't say anything about where the novel will go and what the "endgame" will be but as far as I'm concerned that's not important... as far as I can say, yes and no..?? TWSB isn't classified as a romance or a BL, so yeseo likely won't get a romantic "love interest" whether it be gay or straight, and my guess is the bond btwn the main trio will be akin to platonic soulmates... I can guarantee that yeseo and cedric won't be making out onscreen or anything... but at the same time imo if ppl don't pick up on the LGBT undertones (specifically with Cedric) then they are not reading it right (/lh i don't like to say anyones interp is "wrong" but... this is like saying killua isn't gay kdbfmd)
I'm just gonna give the answer I gave before and that my guess is it'll be like ORV where no it's not explicitly a BL, or romance, but YET its so extremely and soul crushingly romantic and they end up winning the 2023 tumblr yaoi awards over spirk and sasunaru (this actually happened
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heatobrienswife · 4 months
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#my blog so imma post what i want#but I've been thinking abt two of my aus both to do with the second game fjhchgc but i don't think I've mentioned this one before soo#i like the idea of sera making an ai of my s/i just like she did with the others yeah it breaks my canon but idc#my s/i was always like an older sister figure to sera so why wouldn't she make my s/i too n of course her ai is shipped with heat c:#my other au revolves around the big incident basically sheffers isn't the only demon in that room#so ob is still shot but not fatally he's still bleeding out tho cause bros been shot but anyway sheffers leans down to do his whole#people are just tools thing my s/i either heard the shot n ran to see what was going on or she was there anyway but either way she kicks#sheffers straight in the face to get him away from ob n basically tries her best to stem the bleeding n keep him alive sera sees n hears it#as she does in game but in this version sheffers n my s/i become demons but while sheffers is just a ravenous creatute who slaughtered n ate#everyone in the facility my s/i is hell bent on protecting ob she basically stands guard over him like a guard dog n gets into a vicious#demon brawl with sheffers once he's devoured everyone else n has set his sights on ob n my s/i#she keeps him away till he's gunned down but cause my s/i shows no threat n is just ob's guard dog rn she's subdued n taken for studying#ob is taken for medical treatment cause he's barely hanging on n was one of the only two survivors from the incident#my s/i basically becomes his demon wifey n is pretty much glued to his side#they both still work for the Karma society but it's more to make sure seras safe then anything for the organisation itself#i do also like the idea of heat n ob meeting iyfyjfjhf#shut up rattie no one gives a shit lol
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kordbot · 8 months
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thinkin abt benny tonight
#tags rant approaching lets goooooooooooo#ive been thinking abt his route a lot and his overall place in the story#and i think it would be. REALLY interesting if he got revealed as gay in the sequel#he's already the one who's able to reject toxic masculinity the most !! he's the only one who wants to actually befriend five !!!!#and im not saying that it would be impossible if he was attracted to her but what im saying IS#how Pointless this whole journey in the hopeful must have been to him then !!!#it would also mean that he had to be deep in the closet around his friends due to how affected by toxic masculinity they were which is! sad#im saying this all as an aroace benny believer btw. but a character like him being canonically aroace seems ! kinda unrealistic#but gay benny is real. it's possible. he already gets homophobic comments thrown at him#and im not saying i want him to get called a faggot. hes already a faggot in my heart#like i literally dont care about him liking men i just care about him not liking women#i want this 'searching for The Girl' adventure to feel completely pointless to him at a personal level#but knowing that he can't abandon his friends like that. and pretending that he actually cares about finding her#and for it to become something bigger in the sequel. something beyond personal. like this is not about him anymore#does any of this even make sense#EDIT because i forgot more thoughts i have#first of all sth more personal and less analytic which is: even if he was aroace i dont think he'd have the words for it anyway#and who cares if hes gay or aroace or both hes still queer and not into women#and second thought. it would mean that he didnt have feelings for the red haired girl#which makes. his whole pre flash backstory a lot more interesting#bc she couldn't have been ''leading him on''#but the whole situation got misinterpreted from the outside. basically#idk man. i like benny i just think he's neat
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eijiroukiriot · 2 years
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it’s like every day i flipflop back and forth between “katsuki should say ‘eijirou’ as many times as he can all the time. ‘eijirou come look at this’ ‘jesus christ eijirou it’s 7 a.m.’ ‘eijirou, steak or fish tonight’” and “i need krbk to call each other baby or else i’ll die” 
#idk if it's obvious from the every piece of content i've made in the last 6 months but i've like been stuck on this one#and not to like accidentally peek a little deep into my psyche but it might be bc for the brief time i had a gf last year#we dove like REALLY hard and heavy into the pet names#i did not enjoy being in a relationship with her (largely bc it was so affectionate so fast) but. i did like the affection#and honestly thinking back on the times where we did call each other 'baby' specifically it felt like so much bigger than 'babe'#which is probably why it sounds so gross to some people but the more time goes by and the more i think abt what an actual good#relationship would look like to me. the more i feel like being able to say 'baby' and not have it be cringe would be a factor#which is why i've been so stuck on making things that make krbk say baby. as stupid as it is#i really do love bkg saying eijirou and think that's the more in character option anyway#sometimes your krbk has just gotta be a little self indulgent though you know?#and other times it can be realistic and so so good#if this fic i started last month ever does see the light of day....and it might bc i do like the premise#it'll maybe be the most realistic take on bkg as a part of krbk that i've ever written#not to keep rambling but also thinking back on the way i've written bkg over the years i really do think his character lends itself to#a lot of levels of realistic vs indulgent#weird wording but i'll explain#in canon he's so analytical and thoughtful at heart you know? but he's also 16 and brash and impulsive and plain dumb sometimes#once again thinking about how i didn't actually like him that much on my first watch until the latter half of s2#where his characterization starts to become a little more day-to-day instead of really heavy digging into HIS psyche#so he just shows up over and over again to get mad about something stupid and it's endearing#like 'who is this guy'#so you can write a bkg who's very out of his element and hotheaded and thinks of himself differently than he actually comes off#or you could write a bkg (like the bkg as of late) who's very in control and calculating and doesn't let his guard down#neither side is technically inaccurate but it can be hard to strike a balance bc those things sound very out of sync with each other#so within krbk you can write a very 'actions speak louder than words' bkg who is kinda neutral-cold most of the time#or you can write the goofier 'i won at romance and i'm gonna rub it in your faces' easily swept off his feet fandom favorite bkg#which can be very good#and if anything the fact that he really does keep his guard so high up so often makes you WANT to write him being sappy#especially when he's grown up#have i ever mentioned that like the stock photo of krbk in my mind has aged up?
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noisy-weasel · 9 months
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You know how in Shakespeare's route it ends with your character like just refusing to let vlad kill him? This scenario but the mc isn't dating anyone and literally just feels so strongly against vlads careless throwing away of life that they'll sacrifice themselves to let whoever is being attacked get away, and as they're bleeding out and on the verge of death vlad offers to make them a vampire and recruits them because he's mesmerized by mc's unconditional love of human life
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nulltune · 2 years
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sunday is just Simpday 4 me so-- personal lynnterpretation of fem!hakuno and male!hakuno as siblings + the small differences between them. yes. 😌
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important addition: one of my fav chibichuki panels ever (which also show the difference between these two actually-)
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goldiipond · 1 year
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ohhhh my god lies down onthe foor. raydon
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marybatson · 2 years
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god you know what’s worse abt those constantine adopts or mentors billy posts. It’s not even the obvs fact that constantine nor billy would want to do that it’s the fact tht they could be going down an elevator to hell together and ride it in complete silence and disregard for each other. like cue the jeopardy music as they don’t even make eye contact . it’s truly not serious
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obitoslay · 2 years
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“To fight for the pride of family, for friends when all they do is hold you back from completing your duty is pathetic.” Kakashi stood up, and Obito then noticed his side of the shrine was already spotless. “Shinobi who place comrades over the mission, pride over the mission, will be the first to die.”
“Kakashi!” Rin had a strained yet somewhat puzzled expression on her face. “Surely, that’s going too far?”
Obito was too stricken to respond at first but his shock was soon replaced with righteous, defensive anger. “How could you say that? It’s the people around me who have helped me be who I am today! Being a shinobi isn’t all about duty. Are you heartless? Do you even have any family you actually love?”
Obito expected a malicious rebuttal from Kakashi, laced with poisonous intent. Instead, he met grey eyes clouded with tears. There was a feral edge to the way Kakashi staggered back, feet swaying and arms hanging loosely from his body. Those eyes, despite its mistiness, held a bottomless, fathomless rage. Yet, weirdly enough, Obito felt it wasn’t entirely directed at him. Still, his heart thumped wildly in anticipation and dread. He knew he had gone too far.
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ynassociates · 11 months
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More thoughts about my self insert, because as much as it's about selfshiping I also like to think of this as a way to explore grief and healing and the worst thing happening yet being able to live and thrive despite of it, never the same as before but good nonetheless.
After Ingo's disappearance the entire station was hit in a wave of fear, anxiousnes, then hope, anger, grief and acceptance. During this time Emmet and Riel leaned on eachother a lot, both getting closer as a result of their loss.
Life moves on and slowly, you realize one day that the leaves still turn brown in autum, you start to notice white hairs and a receding hairline. And you keep living on.
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wherenymphsroam · 5 months
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I READ DAD BOD LEON AND LIKE JDFKD imagine praising him and getting him all flustered and needy and just 😭 he is such a hottie I NEED HIM sorry im just a lil feral abt him
GRAHHHH YES !!!!
cw: leon finally in his retirement era ??? (probably not canon but we can only hope), chubby leon, older leon, body worship, very light scent thing, a messy blowjob, he’s insecure at first the poor thing, uhhhh not proofread <3
w/c: 1.5k
like, leon is sooooo relieved when he’s (somehow) allowed to retire. genuinely probably just passes out for a good couple of days, drowsy and catching up on years of sleep he missed for a month or so. takes things day by day, waning contentedly through different hobbies, interests, just trying to like…. find his personality back after basically becoming the governments dog for the most of his adult life.
and some things really like … don’t click at first.
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that he’s not nearly as active without the physically demanding day to day. the mission every other month or so that sheds him of all his bodies resources, the ones that basically force upon him that consistently low body fat percentage. sure, he still works out because at this point, it’s weird Not To after putting in so much physical work for so long.
but he’s older now, his metabolism has changed. commercial gyms don’t exactly offer the same amount of intensity that his body is so used to having to work through. and naturally, parts of him grow complacent. he eats more, rightfully so. actually has the time to go out to eat on a consistent basis, and doordash is viewed as a god sent app.
he doesn’t really notice the pounds that have crept up on him until suddenly his favorite pair of jeans doesn’t need a belt to keep them up anymore. it’s when he tucks in his shirt for a more upscale night out that he realizes his button down is more fitted against him than maybe it was the last time he dug out his nicer clothes.
but once he realizes it, he shies away from it, avoids changing in front of mirrors. and when he starts refusing to change in front of you that you notice.
sure, leon was always attractive in your eyes. but it was never the muscles, the trim ‘v’ of his waistline that kept you around. you loved him, genuinely so. and to have him around more often, able to revel in some of the domestic things you couldn’t exactly soak up when he was still an agent? it’s like heaven on earth with him.
so when you notice the slight increase in his weight — the softness that begins to pad his strong biceps when he wraps his arms around you from behind, the extra bit you’re able to hold onto when you hug him — you don’t point it out. it’s welcomed, has you touching him a bit more than maybe necessary nowadays.
the first time he abruptly turns around when you walk in while he was changing, you don’t question it. it’s when he starts to dim the lights before the two of you topple onto the bed in a passionate display that you grow suspicious. your last straw is plucked when he starts coming to bed with a shirt on. an oversized one at that. he had never worn shirts to bed before, always complained about the materials feeling against him becoming irritating throughout the night.
he tries to deny when you first confront him. plays off the way the newfound pliant skin of his sides swells out over the top of his jeans waistband. shakes his head and makes a face at you, even goes so far as to roll his eyes when you reason with him, pointing out his recent ‘preference’ of keeping the lights lower when you fuck.
“I think you’re imagining this, sweetheart. I’m still sexy,” he reasons cheekily, trying to distract you with his cheesy nature.
“I didn’t say you’re not sexy,” you sigh, shaking your head. “You’re definitely still sexy. I’m just saying you look sexy with the extra bit on you,” you hum, leaning against the bedroom door.
it takes Leon a second, trying to allow ‘sexiness’ and ‘weight’ to coexist in his head. at least not in terms of himself. he loved women, all shapes and bodies and weights included. it was a no brainer to say that yes, your logic that sexiness could coexist with more weight was correct. but on him…? he’s Leon Kennedy. he’s not fat.
“Nor am I saying you’re fat, not by a long shot,” you continue, knowing all too well what that look on his face meant. the one he wore when he was thinking too hard about something.
he tries not to flinch when your hands reach out, capturing his sides. tries to stifle the sound that wants to escape when he realizes how much more sensitive the skin there is now with the extra weight. but the pounding of his heart and heat emanating off his body tells you all you need to know. so you continue.
you’re unashamed in how you explore how pliant his sides are now, in how you trace along where the firm cut lines of his abs formerly were. gently pinching and filling your fingers with the extra skin that lies over his lower abdomen, flattening your palm over the swell there and letting it fill your palm. his breath hitches, hands twitching at his sides, itching to slide your hands off him. he yearns to step out of your grasp, but knows that’ll be too telling. so he lets you continue, let’s you have your fun.
the button of his jeans pops audibly, and it’s clear that maybe he’s gonna have to let his favorite pair go pretty soon. but that’s okay. it’s obvious how okay it is when you slide his shirt up, up, up and out of the way. when your lips finds his sternum, trailing up and down its length before moving on to his pecs. silently appreciating how they’ve swelled a bit, how the hair that scatters across his skin has seemingly spread more. you tuck your nose in, inhaling him appreciatively when you slide your fingers under the waistband of his jeans, start to shimmy the denim down.
and oh god, you’re slowly lowering yourself, letting your lips ghost over his stomach now. you’ve grown sloppier, greedier in how you lick up the salt of his skin, bite into and suck at the pliant flesh. as if a fever had overcome you.
and really, that’s not all that far fetched of an idea. it was like you were seeing him naked for the first time all over again. except he’s softer, warmer… easier to paw and play with. responsive when your hands knead at his sides, his pecs. breathless and panting when he realizes his nipples are more sensitive for some reason when you drag the pads of your thumbs over them.
he could’ve gone bright pink when you ask him to strip completely. in front of the mirror no less. but he obliges, although begrudgingly. maybe a bit more hesitantly when you roll your desk chair over in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, instructing him to sit down. but that dissolves when you settle on your knees in front of it, as if sweetening the deal.
he doesn’t expect you to be so …. eager when you finally get yours hands on him. but fuck does he look good. softened thighs spread, the perfect mix between strong and soft in front of you. his soft cock, laid oh so prettily between them, ever so full balls nestled there. you really can’t help how quickly you find yourself burying your face into him, breathing him in and mouthing at his thighs.
your hands are greedy, so very greedy in how you grab at him. his thighs, the stomach that’s started to rest on them. his pecs you reach up to paw at when you realize they’ve started to create a crease between his chest and his stomach from below.
and at first, he doesn’t believe you when you tell him he looks even better like this. that if anything, you prefer him like this. doesn’t want to hear it when you try to coax him into repeating affirmations about himself, keeps his eyes off his reflection in the mirror.
but of course, he’s a weak man. you’re sat on your knees between his spread thighs, your ass practically begging to be ogled in those jeans.
and that’s what he focuses on at first. tries not to notice how you have to tilt your head slightly when you take him in your mouth, how you have to hold his tummy when you suck him off to keep it from inhabiting how far down you can get on his length. but as the heat in his body grows, as you get sloppier with spit dribbling down your chin, he has no choice but to look down at you.
and at that point, he can’t find it in him to care about the swell of his lower abdomen. he isn’t very worried about how much more space his thighs take up on the chair when you dip one of his balls into your mouth, licking and warming and soaking them in your feverish attempt to make him feel how sexy he is to you.
but by the time he’s coming ropes onto your pretty face, he finally gives in. finally obliges you fully and admits that maybe… maybe he was still sexy as fuck. maybe he did look better, healthier with the retirement weight on him.
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