#but i refused to acknowledge my own attraction

[chimielie]

what it is

summary: Oikawa x Reader. he makes it out of the friendzone (with some help)

word count: 1.3k

cw: nothing, oikawa in glasses

a/n: i wrote this in under an hour while heavily caffeinated?;!;!4& brain melting

“You’re late,” you say with a grin. Oikawa Tooru pouts at you, his team jacket folded over his arms. He’s already changed out of uniform, you notice; must have exchanged it for a white t-shirt and slacks in the locker room.

“I was swarmed,” he claims as the two of you start to walk together. You roll your eyes and don’t even bother making a jab about his popularity with the girls (and people of all genders, really). At this point, you’ve accepted that deranged fans come with the territory of being friends with the volleyball team captain.

You met Oikawa on the first day of your first year at Aoba Johsai and had been friends ever since. Even though you had no interest in the sport at first, his love for volleyball was infectious. He had even roped you into being the team’s manager. You still weren’t sure how he had pulled that off, but you didn’t mind too much—you’d grown to love the team and the sport too, in your own way.

Despite your closeness, you’d never really understood why he had a fan club, especially as a teenage school athlete. You expected his popularity to grow when (not if) he went professional, but the idea of swooning over some guy you had pre-calculus classes with was totally foreign to you. It was a running joke among your friends that you were immune to Oikawa’s looks and charming magnetism (and, honestly, to all four of the team’s upperclassmen. You could acknowledge how objectively attractive they all were even though none of them seemed to fit your niche).

Sometimes, you caught Oikawa making strange expressions while your friends teased you about not liking him. It felt like you were the only one who noticed these kinds of things, sometimes. You really liked being able to read him so easily: both of you had saved each other under the contact name “Platonic Soulmate” in your phones.

You chalked up the weird faces to your friend’s first-rate ego, and even though you knew that the notion of one person not being desperately in love with him wouldn’t scratch the surface of his self-esteem, you always found yourself taking his hand surreptitiously or leaning your head on his shoulder when you did see him looking mopey. He always perked up, after that, and all would be sunshine again.

Today, everyone else had bailed on you when you suggested a joint ice-cream-and-study-date before next week’s exams. Iwaizumi had claimed that Oikawa was too loud and always distracted him, so he couldn’t seriously try to study together. Matsukawa had to babysit and refused to bring the brats, as he affectionately called his siblings, to get sweets. Hanamaki had just quirked his eyebrows at you and said, “I don’t feel like third wheeling. Thanks, but no thanks.”

You hadn’t really understood what he meant, but you hadn’t questioned it.

Oikawa had almost begged off to do some solo practice, too, but you’d made a fuss about nearing the end of your high school experience and worrying that you would fall out of touch when volleyball became his whole life (even moreso than it was now!), and he’d caved with an overdramatic sigh and a soft look that told you he wasn’t all that mad about your guilt-tripping.

You’re broken from your thoughts when you reach the ice-cream shop, Oikawa jabbering in your ear about some drama you can’t keep up with.

“And then she told me—ah, I can’t read the menu. You know, they were late refilling my contact prescription this month, so I’ve been carrying around my glasses, I hate it. So unflattering.”

You worry your lip as you stare at the flavor chart, barely listening to him talk.

“I’m sure it’s,” you start, turning to him as he slides the case out of his pocket and puts the frames on his face in a smooth motion. “Um.”

The glasses are not unflattering, you think dumbly, staring at him, your sentence hanging unfinished. The glasses perch on his nose perfectly, making you appreciate, for the first time, the shape of his nose and his cheekbones. Had they always been that sharp? And since when had his eyes been so pretty, reflecting the sunlight in so many shades, framed with long eyelashes that would have made you jealous if you weren’t so—

You reach out and lift the glasses off his face slowly, hoping that the old, familiar features that you’d never felt anything but friendship-friendly feelings towards would return. You can still see it, though: the divot of his Cupid’s bow is appealing, now, his smooth skin glowing to you, his surprised expression fucking adorable. You drop the frames back onto his nose.

Very abruptly, whatever immunity you once had to Oikawa’s looks is demolished in one fell swoop.

“I have to go have a midlife crisis,” you say decisively, and march out of the shop.

“Hey! What—where are you going? You’re not even middle-aged?” Oikawa calls after you, and you try steadfastly to ignore him, but every sense seems to have been awakened to your friend. Your face flushes, and you start walking faster, nearing the pace of a jog even though your limbs are stiff.

You finally pull over in a quieter, slightly more secluded spot between two buildings. You lean against the wall, closing your eyes, trying to remind yourself to take deep breaths.

“Are you okay?” Oikawa says, and you curse his long, athlete legs for having followed you so swiftly. “What’s wrong?”

You open your eyes. He’s still wearing the fucking glasses. Rest in peace, you think to yourself, surely my heart is going to give up soon, at the rate it’s going. Your lips part, but you can’t seem to get the words out. His worried gaze studies you until he finds something—exactly whatever you didn’t want him to see. A slow smile unfurls over his face, and you narrow your eyes. Ugh, how dare his smugness be attractive too, now?

“I should wear the glasses more often, huh?” He says, and you shake your head no frantically.

“Please don’t,” you say. “It’s, like, it doesn’t even matter anymore, anyway, I can’t unsee it now.”

“Unsee what?” He cocks his head, and he’s getting closer, and there’s nowhere to back away from him because you’re up against a wall—

“You’re hot!” You wail. “I saw it and I’m never gonna stop thinking it now, it doesn’t even matter what you wear, I’m doomed! This is the worst thing ever, ‘Kawa, how’m I supposed to go on… I can’t be your friend and a part of your fan club. I don’t think I can even be a part of your fan club ‘cause I don’t just think you’re hot, I think I have a crush on you—oh, my God, I have a c—”

Your increasingly frantic rambling is cut off by Oikawa sealing his lips to yours. The kiss is quick and sweet, and when he pulls away he still looks so, so handsome, and so concerned.

“Please breathe,” he says, and you nod, gaping at him in shock. “I like you too, okay? Please stop having a crisis.

“Okay,” you exhale, bracing your hands on his shoulders. “Okay. I’m still freaking out, though. I think the only way to stop it is to keep kissing me.”

Oikawa heaves a big, overdramatic sigh, and leans in, his glasses bumping your face; giving in to you, just like he always does.

#WAS this inspired by the time i saw my bf in glasses and literally went to my friend’s dorm and screamed for sixteen seconds (he timed it) #well i’m not telling. that’s a secret. #oikawa: i like you #reader (visions of oikawa in that godawful plaid outfit swimming thru their head): i think even that’s hot now. i have to get a lobotomy #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tōru x reader #oikawa fluff #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #haikyuu!! x reader fluff #hq x reader fluff #oikawa x reader fluff #hq!! fluff #the word fluff doesnt look real anymore

[bblovetarot]

{୨୧} Why are people attracted to you? + a Quote

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ Pick a Pile ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

i listen to music while doing pac, so i decided to put down lyrics down that i feel are important to the specific pile. let me know if it resonates!

i was listening to the miseducation of lauryn hill by lauryn hill

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。°⚠︎°。follow your intuition when choosing a pile. if you're drawn to more than one pile, that's okay! you may have messages in more than one.

��°⚠︎°。tarot readings are not 100% accurate, and do not dictate your future. please keep in mind that you have free will. these readings are also general and aren't specific to one person, so please take what resonates and leave what doesn't!

Pile 1

"you might win some but you just lost one"

People are drawn to your positive energy, admiring your ability to shake off negativity swiftly. It's possible, however, that you've encountered manipulative individuals offering empty promises and taking without giving. This may have hindered you from stepping out of your comfort zone to pursue your desires. You're likely someone who wears their heart on their sleeve, exuding compassion and love. Unfortunately, others may have taken advantage of your generosity, and Spirit suggests establishing stronger boundaries to protect your energy. Whether in friendships or romantic relationships, be discerning. Your commitment to connections is evident, yet you're also keenly aware when something impedes your potential. While you invest deeply, you won't hesitate to walk away when necessary, although this decision may take time. Your dedication, primarily to yourself, is apparent to those around you. Despite being caring and open-hearted, you refuse to let anything keep you in a low vibrational state for long. You're determined to rise above challenges, trusting in the universe to deliver what you deserve. You possess significant aspirations, and people admire your refusal to succumb to those who may want to limit you. Your persistence and determination resonate with others who see you as an inspiration. Your creative side, though possibly overlooked by yourself, is a gift meant to be shared with the world. The universe encourages you to press on, assuring you that your journey is not in vain. Even if you're grappling with recent departures or energy-draining situations, the universe urges you to persevere. Acknowledge your self-worth and creative talents, recognizing that your journey inspires those who witness your strength during difficult times. Your energy, though not always consciously recognized, radiates strongly, attracting people who genuinely appreciate you. Embrace your worth, rise above negativity, and trust that your dedication will lead you to the success you envision. The universe is continuously supporting your journey.

Pile 2

"girls, you better watch out, some guys are only about- that thing"

Oh dear, it seems you may have encountered individuals drawn to your physical allure, making false promises of mutual connection while harboring ulterior motives. Your captivating and welcoming nature, combined with a lack of boundaries, can attract those who see an opportunity to engage with your vibrant energy. These individuals, often described as energy vampires, thrive on noncommittal behavior, utilizing others for their own gain and enjoying the thrill of the game. The universe is sending a clear message: establish boundaries with yourself. Not everyone deserves access to your fiery energy that breathes life into everything you touch. Fight for yourself, my love, and refrain from giving everything away indiscriminately. Recognize that your fire is a precious gift, not to be played with by those who lack sincerity and maturity. By setting boundaries, you shield yourself from burnout and unlock your full potential. Your generosity, showcased in your gifts and love, is admirable, but it's crucial to discern who truly deserves your precious energy. People may desire your warmth and affection, but establishing boundaries is key to maintaining the authenticity of your connections. The universe assures you that you can manifest the deep, meaningful relationships you dream of. Despite any doubts, know that you are deserving of love and the companionship you seek. Upholding boundaries is not a hindrance but a declaration of self-worth. Rebuild your self-confidence and continue the journey of self-protection. As you assert your needs and stand up for yourself, you will attract those who genuinely appreciate and reciprocate the love and energy you offer. Trust in the process, my dear, and believe in the love and friendships that align with the standards you set for yourself.

Pile 3

"forgive them father for they know not what they do"

Pile 3, you emanate the essence of a healer. Whether in a profession that involves assisting others or simply through your natural inclination to help, people are drawn to your compassionate nature. Your emotional maturity sets you apart, allowing you to discern when situations aren't working and find compromises without resorting to chaos. As a leader in your own right, you stand firmly in your power, not reliant on others to pave your way. Individuals seek your counsel, finding solace in your wise advice. Your maturity is a beacon that attracts those tired of drama and dysfunction, as you offer a refreshing and comforting energy. You have the ability to make people feel welcome, particularly those who tend to isolate themselves. Your presence infuses life and joy, uplifting those who may be struggling. Your positivity is infectious, creating a ripple effect of happiness. Even if you possess a hint of shyness, your radiant inner light shines brightly, capturing the admiration of those around you. Your beauty, both inside and out, is truly remarkable. People are enamored by your ability to bring happiness to any situation, transforming the energy of those who may be feeling lonely or disheartened. In your presence, gloom transforms into light, and you serve as the beacon that lifts the spirits of those around you. Your light is not only captivating but also transformative, making you the radiant center of any group. People are undeniably attracted to the positive, calm, and surreal energy you exude. You are, without a doubt, the light that others are drawn to, and your presence has a profound impact on those fortunate enough to be around you.

#intuitive readings #tarot reading #pac reading #pac tarot #pick a pile #pick a card reading #tarot pac #pac readings #pick a card tarot #pick a gif

[istoleyoursk1n]

Hi can you do halsin Gale and Astarion with a very explicit and flirty paladin s/o who looks super stoic and serious please?

Like they’re there standing stoic and menacing and then whispers in their ear the dirtiest pick up line ever?

Like I think they’d have a funny reaction!

Feel free to refuse ofc! Thanks anyways!

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How would Halsin, Gale, and Astarion react to a paladin who looks stoic/strict only for them to be an explicit and flirty?

(Damn, reminds me of my PaladinLMAO)

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: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

“Oh, darling, and just when I thought you were as dense as a brick wall. I never could have guessed that beneath all that was a cheeky little flirt. All that dirt coming out of such a filthy mouth, you ought to have someone clean it out for you, my sweet.”

He was the one being the flirty ass at first, hitting on you in every teasing way he could think of with the hopes that perhaps someday he’d get a reaction out of you for his own amusement.

You never seemed to comment on his “advances” at first, you remained as stern as usual with little but a side glance to offer.

Probably got personally offended each time his usual charms failed but he was persistent. More so because he wanted to prove that he could truly seduce even the most stoic of hearts.

He made it his personal mission to make you crack, but along the way, he may or may not have fallen for you. Regardless, the realization absolutely horrified him.

Perhaps he just has the worst luck ever or you finally started to begin your master plan of turning the tables against him but nevertheless, he wasn't prepared at all for what you had in store for him.

He was already taking quite the liking to you, so the moment you began whispering such depraved yet smooth words into his ear, he was shocked and speechless for the first time in years.

His mind was practically breaking apart as you laid out every filthy thing you had in mind. He truly couldn't tell if this was utterly fucked or if he was somehow into it.

You would be the sole reason a tint of color finally appears in his otherwise undead skin. The tint being a bright shade of red of course.

He goes from being startled, angry, confused, flustered and then eventually hitting you right back with a little pick up line of his own once he’s finally calmed down.

Now both of you end up teasing and flirting with each other as sneakily as possible, both of you trying to outdo the other in terms of who could fluster whom the most.

: ̗̀➛ GALE

“I…oh gods, love, you truly don't understand the things you do to this heart of mine. Of all the weaknesses I could have possibly gotten, you are one I’d welcome with open arms. I have stood proud amongst a Goddess but for you? I’d fall to my knees.”

He was slightly intimated by you at first by how stoic you appeared to be. You seemed like a person who’d prioritize business and work above all else, repelling anyone with nothing more than a glare.

He wasn't even sure how to approach you, he was already admiring you from afar but he feared that you would have never felt the same. Not when it felt as if your heart was locked within walls of stone.

He tried to shoot his shot once or twice, but they were always met with a few words of acknowledgment or even worse, a mere nod.

As much as he wished to simply move on from his utter fixation on you, he can't help but pine. You’re something he's grown to truly desire in ways he could hardly express.

However, one way or another, every little attraction he’s felt for you thus far is revealed by him. Completely exposing just how smitten he truly is by you and perhaps that single moment of true vulnerability is what finally made you snap.

Pull him close and abruptly whisper every depraved fantasy and dirty pickup line you've thought of just for him and he’d die. I mean, melting right then and there into a puddle of shame.

For a man who talks too much, he suddenly becomes oddly quiet, his eyes wide with a certain gleam of helplessness that makes him look all the more exposed to you.

For once in his life he’s stuttering his words, barely even able to hang onto a sentence without having to take a moment to breathe or silently whimper out in a mix of embarrassment, confusion, and frustration.

Dropping one of your pickup lines would be just enough to have this man in a chokehold. Truly. It’s one of the only ways to actually silence him.

He’s not one for pickup lines but he’d try his damn best to voice out his admiration for you similar to how a poet would describe their one and only muse. Through each sweet whisper, you dare utter, he falls deeper and deeper in love with you.

: ̗̀➛ HALSIN

“My heart, I beg of you. Each word, each whisper, even the soft tingle of your breath against my skin- you are a walking temptation that I so longingly wish to taste. My blood runs wild when you are near and I fear what I may do to you if you if you continue on.”

He was hardly bothered by the fact that you seemed a tad bit uptight. He has met far too many people similar to you and he’s learned better than to judge someone based on appearances alone.

Doesn't change the fact that he was in fact attracted to you.

The thing is, he respects you too much to ever make a move. At least, not for a while. Most conversations you’d have with Halsin were of the friendly sort at first, prioritizing the mission at hand before anything else.

However, in truth, the way his eyes practically brightened and his breath ever so subtly quivered when you approached was something you could have slowly picked up on.

He eventually slides very discrete hints about his attraction toward you, simply testing the waters to see if you would reciprocate. However, he truly never expected you to actually take the bait.

Before he could even properly make a move on you, you were already whispering every one of your sweetly depraved desires into his ear, catching him completely off guard.

He knew that there must have been more beneath your hardened exterior but he would have never suspected this. But is he complaining? Absolutely not.

But do be careful when and where you decide to whisper such things to him because you may or may not be seconds away from being utterly ravished by one bear of a man against the nearest surface.

Do so in public spaces where it's safe to tease him, giving you the freedom to watch as his breath heaves and his voice breaks just by the smoothened words coming out of your dirty mouth.

Nevertheless, he’s absolutely obsessed with your little flirty remarks, said remarks being enough to fluster him instantaneously. All the lovers he had taken in his life and yet he had never met one who could madden him as much as you do.

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#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 headcanon #bg3 headcanons #bg3 x reader #bg3 astarion #bg3 gale #bg3 halsin #astarion #gale #halsin

[bomber-grl]

Leo Valdez x Child of Hecate ☾

Pairing(s): Leo Valdez x Gn!Reader

Leo was most definitely intimidated by you at first sight 😭

I mean all attractive people are, not to mention how mysterious and cool you seemed

Leo knows a baddie when he sees one

Well anyway, the only way the two of you could have possibly crossed paths was by someone else or you orchestrating the whole thing

Ofc again, it’s my girl Annabeth

She’s been at camp the longest and has a reputation so ofc she’s the one who always introduces reader and love interest

Well, it was only after annabeth needed help from the Hecate cabin and Leo was involved because he was the problem

An invention of his went rogue (luckily not because he built it wrong) but yk

Well once you do annabeth thanks you in her own way and when Leo has the chance to speak he just..can’t?!!

I mean not only do you seem cool but gah damn u look like a goth baddie

Home boy is stunned and can only manage a stupid as joke/ pick up line which even he asks himself, why???

Well while hes internally committing he heard the least expected thing

Which was you of all people laughing

You’re usually quiet and kept to yourself so seeing you like this was like when the clouds move and lets the sun shine in-

Cringe ahh mf , really this generations Shakespeare

Well he’s so shocked then the two of you just stand there like 🕴️🕴️

And if he manages to have his inventions go rogue every other day and needs your help specifically, well let’s just say it’s a coincidence

The two of you inevitably get close and the more he hangs out with you the more he falls in love

On surface level you’re dark, mysterious and most of all, intimidating

But now? You’re so easy going, it’s like the two of you have known each other since fetus days

Eventually you two get together because of an adventure that ended with you two getting closer and more open.

Once Leo is your boyfriend- he’s insufferable

I mean he’s his usual goofy, flirty(?) self and he’s so cringe but you love it all the same

Best believe Leo is head over heels for you and when it comes to your magic and stuff he’s particularly keen

especially when you randomly give him a crystal necklace for whatever reason and suddenly you hear Leo going around camp casually mentioning that his witchy s/o got him something

Which, yk endearing but still a lil embarrassing

Leo is always there to help you when you’re making potions, spells, it doesn’t matter

I mean at times he’s a bit spooked at what you can do but he’s still by your side regardless

Now, when it comes to your family on your Greek side- he’s scared

I’m mean, you’re probably scared too depending on if you’re a guy considering how basically every daughter/ female family of Hecate hates men

(You’re probs exempt cuz ur mom Hecate but still)

Bro is spooked, he does NOT want to be a guinea pig

And speaking of your mom, Leos timbers and shivered at the thought of meeting her and her not liking him

I mean it’s not all that important but depending if you’re especially fond of your mom then he’s shivering and timbering

Anyway, Leo is so lucky to have you by his side especially since sometimes he can forget how strong you are

(Also ik hecate is a minor goddess in the books and her children are shown to be weak but i refuse to acknowledge that as child of Hecate)

If you ever try and read his palm or do his birth chart he’ll probably just nod along and not know what you’re talking about 💀

Gotta love Leo

And if any animals that are sacred to Hecate approach you two he’s scared shitless (looking at you snakes)

Not to mention how crows can literally speak, no thank you

#fanfic #gn reader #male reader #female reader #fluff #fanfic fluff #fluff headcanons #leo valdez x female reader #leo valdez x male reader #leo valdez fluff #leo valdez pjo #leo valdez x reader #pjo leo #hoo leo #leo #pjo fandom #percy jackson fandom #pjo fanfic #pjo fanfiction #pjo series #pjo hoo toa #hoo x reader #riordan universe #riordanverse #rick riordan

[cloverthebarbearian]

I am here to feed the Rugan community to the very best of my ability 😌❤️ she's a long list fella's so get comfy

Masterlist of Rugan HCs (NSFW under cut)

Rugan on the Road

With the Zhentarim

He's incredibly bossy while never doing much hands on work himself

He's always trying to find shortcuts to getting a job done quick and easy

Constantly pulling 'we're a team here we're family c'mon now' if his crew starts bickering

Empty promises of promotions or good words put in for low ranking recruits if they do extra work for him

But if you ACTUALLY manage to impress him though? He will show favoritism and not even try to hide it

Doesn't care much for following orders if he can get more from a better deal, but has been getting sloppier about hiding his schemes with age (girl why did you offer to split profits on a smuggling job with a complete stranger for real)

Big drinker, heavy sleeper, still somehow the first to wake up every morning

Also the first one to duck during a battle if he finds an opening

First one to act like 'we sure showed them! By working together. As a team.' When the fights been won

As much as he loves to slack off and take shortcuts, you'll never catch him complaining about the 'little' things. Low rations? Not hungry. Long journey? We need the exercise. Small crew? Good for stealth, travel light.

Even though he's a selfish asshole, he has a really charming demeanor and good enough attitude during the shittiest of situations that most people find themselves enjoying the journey with him by the end of the day

With Tav's Party

(Let's say after you've saved him from being near beat to death for finally getting caught scamming the Zhents, you convince him to let you escort him to Baldur's Gate just to make sure he doesn't get jumped again and fucking Die)

The man is SO flirty. He can't stop flirting. Depends on if Tav is into it or not will drastically change how he comes onto them, but note its not JUST Tav hes flirting with. He's got eyes on practically everyone. (Except Laezel. He tried, once. She threatened to kill him) No one knows if hes serious or if its just his personality but the man can't stop flirting.

At first, he puts in some work. Wanting to put in a little effort to carry his own weight and not be a burden, though Tav insists on him resting after the ordeal

But it doesn't take long for him to milk the mothering. His injuries suddenly become too distractingly painful. Even though Shadowheart absolutely mended that broken rib two nights prior. He insists the bruising is still pretty serious. He needs to save his strength for travel.

The entire party gets pretty sick of his BS after a while, but its not enough to kick him out or anything

Phrases like 'shut up rugan' or 'fuck off rugan' become campsite mottos

Once you all get to Baldur's Gate, its a funny, bittersweet dynamic of everyone saying they're releaved he's finally leaving, but reluctant to say goodbye

The first night without him is unusually quiet without his drunken campfire stories and earth shakingly loud snores

Rugan as a Mentor

No ulterior motives in the sense that, he only ever recruits people he also finds attract. A bias he refuses to outright acknowledge ('I have an eye for talent! Not my fault the talents also a looker 😏') so he would recruit Tav with every intention of possibly bedding them. The motives are not ulterior. They are perfectly apparent.

Similar to in game canon, he'd recruit them by trying to come to some sort of sale arrangement. Though lets say instead of selling the chest to split profits for themselves, he convinces Tav that rescuing him would surely warrant a reward back at their base, which would in turn lead to more jobs, which would lead to more money for them

Always insists on training his personal recruitments himself (for the non-ulterior ulterior motives)

Is FULLY the type of coach who has to insist their stance is all wrong so he can stand intimately behind them and guide their limbs to the proper position

He's got his cheek pressed to their's, gruff voice low, talk'm'bout 'You're far too tense, Sweetheart. You really need to relax those shoulders and widen your stance, like this...'

He's entirely aware of what he's doing and makes Zero effort to be subtle about it

General Rugan HCs

SFW

Drinks a lot but holds it well

Getting him truly drunk is VERY funny and usually ends up with him gushing about how much he cares about his friends, his guild mates, stuff he'd never be caught dead saying sober, and will insist he never said drunk either

Has 101 stories of his decades running jobs on the road, most of which you're certain are entirely made up... Until you meet an old business partner of his one day, who can corroborate the tale

For such an experienced merc/trader, surprisingly light on battle scars

Very, VERY ready for retirement. May have even been getting sloppy with his scams on purpose in the hopes of being kicked from the zhents all along...

NSFW

The man fucks. The man FUCKS. Rough and sloppy and hard and like its the last romp he'll ever have every single time.

Will always make sure his partner finishes, typically more than once

Likes to choke his partners

Likes to cum on their face

*Gasp*! Oh noooo, we can't find/afford a room to rent for the night. I guess I'm just gonna have to take you right here in this ally by the bar 🤷🏼‍♂️ but you better be quiet, unless you want to get caught...

Big into dirty talk and will practically narrate his plans for the evening as he acts on them

Has the stamina to last hours and prefers to take his time but still always down for a quickie where he can get it

Sorry everyone, but the idea of aftercare is lost on him. When you're both finally spent he's literally tossing you a damp rag while he steps out to smoke a Fantasy Cigarette

Cuddles in his sleep, and doesn't even know this about himself. But you will wake up in a near-suffocating bearhug if you fall asleep together

#rugan #rugan bg3 #bg3 rugan #rugan x tav #tav x rugan #this one goes out to the rugan fuckers! all four of us I see you

[lakesbian]

“Fair. Here… Let me pick the clothes, and if anything goes wrong, you blame me, deal?” She dug through the clothes in my closet, “Jeans and… let’s see… a crop top to show off that belly of yours.”

see, shit like this entire scene is why briantaylor lisataylor and racheltaylor are all real to me simultaneously. it's literally classic weird codependent yuri that taylor's Girlbestie (who she met a week or two ago tops):

goes around ruffling her hair

calls her hyper-familiar pet names

casually and without permission snoops through her texts to the boy she has a crush on

invites herself into taylor's room while she's nakey to change

makes invasive yet fully accurate declarative statements about taylor's emotions

inserts herself into things by micromanaging taylor's outfit selection and saying "blame me if anything goes wrong"

and, of course, is doing all this shit while lying to taylor to obscure from her that 1. she is trying to manipulate-fix her into having better mental health so she doesn't kill herself and 2. has been hiding from everyone that their boss has coercively enslaved her and she can do nothing but decide that this is her life now and, if she wears the mask perfectly enough, she'll be able to keep everyone living the comforting lie she keeps telling the team. that's all well and unhinged of her and one reason among many lisataylor is real and true, although not in the simple "they're dating" sense.

the thing is that if all that were true and then taylor did just go to brian's house this arc and confess and he was like Teehee...I like you too :) and then they started dating normalstyle, that would be fucking nothing. we would have to throw brian out a window forever in favor of the shit taylor has going on with rachel and lisa. BUT. here's the critical part. taylor's relationship with brian is also weird and dysfunctional and mutually neurotic.

he rejects her at first because his ability to understand his own emotions and also not view women through a deeply paternalistic misogynist lens is so low he at first mistakes romantic attraction as meaning he wants this girl he just met to "be like a little sister to him someday." like, he psychologically does not know how to have women in his life who are in categories other than "coworkers i bicker with" or "little sister i love and want to care for (which i express dysfunctionally because i am 17 and traumatized)," and because taylor is closer to someone he cares deeply about than to a coworker he bickers with, he tries to sort her into the second category instead of acknowledging that she's a secret third thing (girl he wants to be friends with and date).

and taylor is so socially inadequate she's about to kiss him at random without consent and then tell him to go with it As A Favor so she can piss off one of her bullies who happens to be on the same bus as them. Taylor you can't just do that to people. and a bit past that she's going to refuse to mercy kill him after he gets hung on the meat freezer cross. no one here knows how to have a normal teenage relationship. they're all weird and dysfunctional and codependent. Even the straight couple. Could've been milquetoast but dodged it by a mile via everyone involved being fucking weird and bad at understanding themselves. it's fantastic. youve gotta hand it to wildbow re briantaylor. only thing that can improve it is deciding to read it as if racheltaylor and lisataylor are also true.

#wormtime 2 #wormtime 2 arc 6 #worm spoilers #wormblr #parahumans

[selfidentifiednerdyprude]

Once again thinking about how we don't have a culture.

The possibility of an aroace existence is never offered to us. From birth, everyone around us assumes that we will one day feel typical attraction. They imagine helping us plan our weddings. They imagine grandkids. They imagine all the milestones in a row. And if we're very lucky, they open themselves to the possibility of these things happening with someone of our assigned gender instead of someone of the other one.

These milestones— romance, sex, marriage, children— are a when, not an if. From the beginning, we're given no space to imagine our future. So many of our problems would be solved by that little word. If. If leaves space for the possibility of refusal. Refusal leaves space for the possibility of other options.

I've tried to study history to prove that we've always existed. And the first 100 years of it is medical journals. When we were first acknowledged to exist, it was as a disease. We don't have an Oscar Wilde or a Virginia Woolf or an Elgabalus, any prominent figure from the distant past that we can point to and say "we have always been here". How would we? It's so hard to prove a negative, until you want to say someone has something wrong with them.

Sherronda J. Brown makes a compelling case for Octavia Butler. They talk about how we're afraid to read our heroes of the past asexually, and how it could be liberating to imagine them as such. But if I'm honest, imagining the past in any particular way isn't helpful to me. The past can't be changed. Even if Octavia Butler had an experience that resembled mine externally, projecting my internal subjectivity onto her or anyone else just feels deeply wrong to me. I want to imagine the future so we might create it for ourselves.

A great epistemological injustice has been committed against us and we are prisoners in our own minds. We stand a chance at escaping this prison through art and literature and scholarship made by and for us, visions of the lives we can create with one another in opposition to the normative script we've been sold. There comes a time where we must move from addressing the rest of the world and hoping they deign to listen, to addressing each other as equals and allies in the same fight.

#aroace #asexual #aromantic

[connieslover]

𝙞'𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ ࿐ thread of riize as shoujo animes

I MISS SEUNGHAN SB :( i can't wait for his return

osaki shotaro ‹𝟹 horimiya

★ friends to lovers, yearning to know why he feels so much towards you

★ the best case of opposites attract

★ shotaro secretly hiding that he's an idol/his true personality only for his love interest to be the first to find out

★ just wholesome...everything about him and the anime is wholesome

song eunseok ‹𝟹 ao haru ride

★ first love, cold and sarcastic x clumsy and sweet

★ misunderstandings, miscommunication, and angst

★ secret late-night meetings, head pats, hugs, and confessions

★ learning how to let go of the past and to accept change

jung sungchan ‹𝟹 kaichou wa maid sama

★ golden retriever x black cat

★ Loves teasing. idc what yall say but sungchan is such a flirt and tease

★ frustrated feelings, confessions, and a lot of attempted skinship

★ girlboss who refuses to acknowledge that they're falling in love with a man

park wonbin ‹𝟹 special a

★ rivals to lovers

★ secret feelings and a shit ton of unexplained jealousy

★ has a secret soft spot for his love interest

★ neither of them want to acknowledge their own feelings

hong seunghan ‹𝟹 my little monster

★ delinquent x socially awkward

★ gets in trouble and beaten up a lot and his love interest is always there to take care of him

★ SOO OVEPROTECTIVE

★ definitely would not be shy to show his affection

lee sohee ‹𝟹 lovely complex

★ friends to lovers

★ unexpected chemistry and confessions

★ afraid to ruin his friendship with his love interest so expect a lot of angst and miscommunication

★ in denial of his feelings, thinks that everything is Platonic

lee chanyoung ‹𝟹 kimi no todoke

★ misunderstood and quiet x popular and friendly

★ crap ton of blushing, accidental skinship, and genuine feelings

★ changing for the better

★ the cutest and most wholesome love story ever

#riize #riize imagine #riize thread #kpop #cute #anton #seunghan #sohee #sungchan #eunseok #wonbin #shotaro #riize anime

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

It's that time again when I clean out my draft folder. Found this. Here's a treat.

Eddie was learning how to play basketball in order to understand the game and in order to understand why Lucas wanted to play so badly. He was learning it from Steve Harrington, the man who pulled him out of hell and who was now his friend. He now knew why everyone liked Steve so much now. He was more than just the popular jock with the good hair and the rich parents. Steve Harrington had the biggest heart of anyone he had ever known, and Eddie was grateful to be able to call him his friend.

Now, here they were in the school gym, getting hot and sweaty as the two of them played. Robin and Vickie were sitting in the bleachers, with popcorn that Robin had insisted on bringing with them. Steve was winning, of course, which was no surprise to anyone, especially Eddie. The man was talented, and all of this workout had left a strange familiar heat in Eddie's stomach that he refused to acknowledge. It grew stronger when Steve pressed himself up against Eddie. He couldn't deny it anymore when Steve displayed a jock move when the game was over and slapped Eddie's ass. Oh God, Eddie wanted him to do it again and he could feel his cock twitch in the ridiculous tiny shorts. He didn't expect what came out of Steve’s mouth. Didn't they say good game?

"Good boy," Steve whispered.

And suddenly, Eddie was letting out a loud, breathy moan that filled the gym. It couldn't possibly be mistaken for anything else. He couldn't deny it anymore. He also liked men, and he was very much attracted to Steve Harrington. With wide eyes, he turned to look at Steve and the others. Robin's mouth had dropped open, causing popcorn to spill out, and Vickie had a hand pressed to her mouth. He couldn't look at Steve, though. He wouldn't. He squeaked and ran towards the locker room, ignoring Steve calling his name. He didn't bother changing, just gathered his clothes and ran straight out of the gym.

"Eddie!" Steve called.

"Bye! Gotta go!" Eddie squeaked out.

When he stormed into their new house, Wayne was just getting home.

"How was the game?" Wayne asked as Eddie brushed by him.

"If anyone asks, I left town!" Eddie shrieked.

He went into his room, slammed the door, and locked it. Eddie crawled into his bed and screamed into his pillow as he clutched his teddy bear. A knock came at his door and he shut his eyes tightly.

"It couldn't have been that bad," Wayne said through the door.

"Believe me, it was!" Eddie yelled. "I kind of just want to take a nap."

"Okay, I'm here if you need me," Wayne said.

Eddie clutched Jelly Bean tighter. Yes, his teddy bear's name was Jelly Bean. He was a kid when he named him, and he happened to love jelly beans at the time. Eddie sighed and drifted off to sleep. When he woke up, he momentarily forgot what happened. Eddie shuffled into the living room, still holding Jelly Bean. Wayne was sitting on the couch, watching TV. Eddie plopped down next to him. He was watching MASH reruns. Eddie turned Jelly Bean toward the TV when Radar came on with his own teddy bear.

"Oh, Steve came by with a note for you," Wayne said and handed him the piece of paper.

Eddie's eyes widened as everything came crashing down all at once. Shit. Was this Steve telling him that he didn't want to be friends? Well, that was an irrational thought. Steve would never do that, and Eddie knew that. Still. . .he couldn't help the thought that lingered at the back of his mind. Eddie opened up the piece of paper, his hands trembling.

"I'm here whenever you're ready to talk."

That's just like him. The sweet bastard. Eddie groaned and tilted his head back.

"Did something happen? Did you and Steve get into a fight?" Wayne asked.

"Something happened, but it wasn't a fight," Eddie said and sighed. "I have to tell you something."

Wayne didn't hesitate to turn off the television and give Eddie his full attention. Suddenly, he was nervous.

"You can tell me anything, son, you know that," he said.

"What if I told that I liked women. . . and men?" Eddie asked.

"Would it upset you to know that I already figured that out?" Wayne asked softly.

"What? How?! I didn't even know!" Eddie exclaimed.

"My eyes may be starting to go, but I still got them. You're not exactly subtle. . . Except towards yourself, apparently. I've seen the way you look at Steve," Wayne said and paused. "I've also seen the way you look at Tom Selleck when Magnum PI comes on. You had your tongue nearly hanging out of your head."

"Well, his thighs are right there! It's hard not to look at them," Eddie scowled and then softened his face. "So, this doesn't change anything?"

"You still my nephew?" Wayne asked.

"Yeah."

"Then nothing has changed. I love you just as much as I've always had," Wayne said. "You're my boy."

Eddie grinned and nestled his head onto Wayne's shoulder, cuddling into him just like he did when he was little.

"I love you, too."

"You getting a little old for this, ain't you?" Wayne asked as he turned the television back on.

"Jelly Bean says no."

A couple of days later, Eddie invited Steve over to his house to talk. Wayne had left for work a while ago. Steve smiled at him like he always did, except this time Eddie was aware of how his heart raced at the sight of him. He pulled him into his bedroom and closed the door behind, turning the stereo down on low. For some reason, he was really paranoid all of a sudden about people listening in. Eddie threw himself across his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was surprised when Steve copied his actions.

"How have you been?" Steve asked.

"I've been good," Eddie paused. "I came to a conclusion about something."

"Yeah?"

"I'm not the quickest on picking up on things, especially on things like this. I'm a slow learner in that department," Eddie said. "I didn't even know about myself, or I didn't want to know."

"Know about what?" Steve asked.

"That I like men and women not until. . ." He trailed off.

"Not until what?" Steve asked.

"Not until you slapped my ass!" Eddie exclaimed. "It just freaked me out, man, and I just ran. It felt like I was on full display."

"It freaked me out at first, too, when I realized it," Steve said.

"When you realized what?" Eddie asked.

"That I liked men and women," Steve said. "I didn't even know that you could do that."

Eddie realized then they had both turned on their sides, and they were now gazing into each other's eyes.

"I'm not sure why I ran from it. I'm so open-minded about so many things," Eddie said.

"I think it's just hard for anyone to open up, especially to ourselves," Steve said. "And it's just easier to run away."

"I don't want to run away anymore," Eddie whispered. "Especially not from you."

"I don't want to run away from you either," Steve said.

He reached over to take Eddie's hand that was lying between them and interlaced their fingers together. Eddie smiled.

"Can we take this slow? I really want this to work," he said.

"Take all of the time that you need," Steve whispered.

Eddie moved closer so their noses were now brushed up together. They didn't say or do anything else, just laid there and gazed into each other's eyes. Eddie never felt more freeing than he did at this moment. He wasn't just open with himself. He was open with Steve, too. This was it, no more running away for Eddie Munson.

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie & wayne #good ol' uncle wayne #bisexual eddie munson #bi eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #bi4bi #brief appearance of #robin buckley #stranger things vickie #rockie #rovickie #platonic stobin #platonic reddie #stranger things fanfiction

[litnerdwrites]

It's interesting how Nesta had to apologise for something she wasn't even in the wrong of doing while Rhys, who overreacted by threatening to kill her (for a mistake he made) and chasing her out of the city, did not have to. Especially, after it was canonically established by Feyre herself that he did not have the right to do that..

And for someone who claims to write about badass female mcs who crush patriarchy and choose the course of their own lives, shouldn't an apology scene for something in which a female's right to information on her own body was undermined be a fundamental part of the book?

I mean, she could add a bonus chapter about the characters in question fucking to make babies but had to keep the apology off-page? Weird.

The only somewhat sufferable part of the book was the scenes with the Valkyries and the smut (if you ignore the poor timing).

I don't know if it's my eldest daughter syndrome acting up but I feel strongly about this.

I agree completely. I won't deny that Nesta has some things to apologies for, but so does Rhysand, and Feyre and Mor. I'd even argue that the things the IC put her through negate the need for her to apologies, or at least makes it a little less urgent/important than the apologies she's owed. This is mostly due to the fact that Nesta's so-called crimes amount to a bad attitude (most on page examples of which are pretty understandable to me), and issues she had with Feyre in childhood. Meanwhile, the IC's actions are immature and ignorant at best, and extremely abusive at worst.

Honestly, I don't think any of them, much less Rhysand, see what they did as a mistake. If any of them did, they wouldn't have made her walk through those woods. Feyre would've demanded Nesta be brought back otherwise, but she didn't.

As for Rhysand, honestly the part where he hugged Nesta gave me ick. Especially when Nesta said he'd been acting like a brother the whole time because he hadn't. He abused her. He broke her down. He only showed any semblance of decency (even then it wasn't much) when she did something to benefit him.

Offering pity jobs for somebody else's sake without taking into account Nesta's strengths or passions into account isn't what a brother, or anybody who cares for her, would do. Staring at her like a circus attraction when she enters the room isn't something a brother would do. Forcing her to social events just to ignore her isn't something a brother would do. Financially abusing her, refusing to give her a salary for her work during the war, along with her inheritance, is not something a brother would do. Not caring for her wellbeing beyond how her sister feel's is not something a brother could do. I could go on.

I think, at the end of the day, this amounts to a simple fact. SJM clearly doesn't see anything wrong with the things she writes and narrative she creates. No matter how you argue that ACOSF is a healing story, not a redemption story, it doesn't matter. Through analysing the sext, the author clearly shows how she feels about Nesta. Looking at what she says about the book, the author clearly has little understanding of mental health, and hasn't done enough research on it to be able to write a healing arc that isn't straight up abuse/torture (seriously, the bar is in the crust of the earth).

ACOSF could've been the best book in the series. All of the material, the concepts, the potential was there. Nesta's story was set up in ACOFS, and perhaps I wouldn't have minded the actions of the IC as much (from a literary perspective anyway) if they had been acknowledged as wrong and the IC apologised. I don't think anyone would've minded the locked in the HOW plot either, if, at some point, the characters acknowledge how abusive it was. If the narrative itself acknowledged how messed up it was, and did something about it.

If Cassian apologised for abandoning her after the war, Cassian especially. If Feyre apologised for not trying to reach out in a way that Nesta was comfortable with. If Elain apologised for not being there for Nesta the way Nesta was for her. If Mor apologised for, intentionally or not, isolating Nesta from the rest of the court. If Amren apologised for her comments. If Rhys apologised for sticking his nose where it didn't belong.

Rhys apologising for the hike, or threatening to kill her would mean nothing because both he and the narrative don't see anything wrong with his treatment of her. If he did, then the forced training/library/stuck in the how part would've ended half way through the book.

The part that infuriates me the most, however, is that they don't see their wrong doings at all. They still think they're doing the right thing and that they know everything. It's messed up.

#anti acosf #anti ic #anti inner circle #nesta deserves better #anti amren #anti mor #anti rhysand #pro nesta archeron #pro nesta

[silaswritesthings]

“It’s like a disease, loving you, for you are all I can know.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Summary: Your life was hopeless and death was your salvation. Or at least, that’s what Dazai told you. Despite your reluctance to entertain his shenanigans you had come to depend on him. Living sucks but acknowledging that with another makes it suck a little bit less. Just a bit.

Starring: Dazai Osamu

Genre: romance

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, implied sexual relationship,

Author’s note: It’s technically the 13th according to some timezones… Happy valentine’s day to everyone! His character might be a bit oc, especially at the end. (Look, I tried my best) Likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be welcome as far as I know!!

Word count: 943 words

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“I don’t suppose that offer for double suicide is taken yet, right?” You murmured over the glass cup that pressed against your lips.

“I wonder what kind of damned situation you could possibly be in that made you come to accept my offer of all offers.” Dazai said, his own words muffled by his knuckles pressed against his lips.

You both stared at the bartender as he worked non-stop through various drink orders. The lights in the bar blurred into indistinguishable shapes and swayed side to side to the rhythm of the music that was playing.

“I’m feeling generous.” You said, no longer minding the slur of your voice after having a few drinks.

“You’re feeling drunk.” He replied, his eyes watching the ice melt in his whiskey. “I could lend an ear instead.”

“If I tell you what’s wrong, you will then see how pitiful I truly am and then take your offer back.”

He smiled. “I’m quite pitifull myself. I look up to those who can surpass me in that.”

The truth was, since you met Dazai things in your life did not get better. You had nobody then, and now all you had was the idiot you had hooked up with on a night you felt particularly lonely- but you’ve always have been alone. Maybe the best term to describe the way you felt that night was ‘being on the edge’, and Dazai pulled you in with his charm and pathetic shenanigans. Eventually, all that troubled you drowned in his presence and your anxieties felt smaller than they were for that night, and every other night you had spent with him. These moments with Dazai were the line between life and death for you.

“There’s nothing I can do for you.” Dazai said with conviction, after you explained your situation to him. You didn’t want his help, but him acknowledging that your problems are enough made your body relax. You took another shot.

“Of course there isn’t.”

———

The relationship between you and Dazai was unique. Live like the other doesn’t exist until the weekend, meet up at the bar, exchange your different experiences with existential dread, sleep together, go home and repeat.

It had been after three months of this routine when it you finally decided to break things off with Dazai. Through your unfortunate experiences with relationships; friends, family and lovers alike, you learned that when being with another person to any extent, you will get hurt.

The distance between the both of you on the bed could never reveal the intimacy you shared not even 10 minutes ago. You stared at the in-suite bathroom door in silence, your back facing Dazai as you ran through your thoughts to try find a way to begin the ‘break up’ talk. You weren’t even together officially. Dazai had… a reputation, and the last thing you needed was to reveal the true nature of your attraction to him. This distance was necessary to keep everything in check.

“We’ve been doing this for weeks and yet you still refuse to look at me once it’s done,” Dazai spoke from behind you.

“I don’t want to look at you.”

“But you’re in my bed-“

“Shut up.”

He let out a sound of amusement before running the tips of his fingers down the line of your spine. You focused on the sensation as he traced down your back, then he changed the direction of his touch and slid his arm around your waist, pulling you into the warmth of his chest. His forehead rested on the back of your neck and he resumed brushing his fingers against your skin.

“I prepared a gift for you.” He said, his tone held meaning beneath it but your unsettled heart did not leave you room to think.

“A gift?”

“The 14th of February is coming soon and I prepared something.”

You did not look forward to going back to your home. You much prefered jumping off the bridge you walk down on your way to your home than anything else but Dazai… prepared something for you? You cannot even say you and him had anything special, but your overgrown dependence (how could you dare define it as just dependence?) is what pushed you to looking forward to another day. Supposedly, that is what other people call ‘hope’, and how dare he try to force it onto you.

You stared ahead at the door, fingers twitching as you itched to push Dazai away and leave and never return again.

“I don’t want anything from you.” You lied. You tried to pull your body out of his embrace but he wouldn’t allow it.

"Not even the gift I had spent valuable time preparing?"

You couldn't answer. Dazai took your silence as affirmation and slid out of the bed. He moved around from behind you as you stared at the crumpled sheets beneath your palms and a few moments later, he was back beside you and handing you a small box wrapped neatly in shiny red gift wrapping.

“Open it,” he whispered, and after settling your nerves, you opened it.

It was a gun.

#silaswritesthings #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai x you #please dont flop

[myhyperfixatedmess]

Serpentine.

Tom is certain of many things, including the fact that he absolutely hates your guts.

Word count: 2.4k

Content warning: None that I'm aware of.

[This is my first time ever writing anything like this so I apologize if it's not very good, also Tom might be a bit ooc. I'm not entirely sure.]

Tom seethed with anger as his gaze fixated on you. The mere sight of you sent a surge of resentment coursing through his veins. Among his classmates, you were hailed as the epitome of perfection, and that only fueled his disdain. He detested the carefree way you danced, as if the world around you didn't matter, oblivious to anyone who dared to watch. Your smile, so radiant and seemingly untainted by pain, infuriated him. It was a constant reminder of his own hidden struggles. The way you effortlessly attracted attention, drawing others toward you like moths to a flame, further fueled his animosity. But what he despised the most was how effortlessly you had captured his attention, enough to evoke such intense hatred. The fact that he found himself fixating on you, scrutinizing every aspect he found insufferable, was a constant source of frustration.

Lost in his bitter thoughts, Tom was abruptly interrupted by Malfoy's voice, snapping him back to reality. Confused by the sudden attention, Tom's narrowed eyes shifted towards his classmates, who stared at him inquisitively. Avery, his mouth full, pointed in your direction, making it clear that Tom had been gazing at you for an uncomfortably long time. Annoyed with himself for being so distracted, Tom dismissed their concerns with a curt response, willing them to remain silent. The skeptical glances exchanged by his peers, however, indicated their doubt in his dismissive words.

Tom's loathing for you only grew stronger, especially as he observed you in the common room. Your infectious laughter, the soft waves of your hair framing your face, it all served as a constant reminder of his unwanted attraction. Grinding his teeth in frustration, he averted his gaze, disgusted with how easily you managed to capture his attention time and time again. Determined to ignore you, he resolved to focus solely on his ambitions, leaving you to your own devices. But even as he made this resolution, he couldn't resist stealing another glimpse in your direction.

Fate had a cruel sense of humor, as Tom found himself in your presence once more during Potions class. Professor Slughorn, in a particularly peculiar moment, decided to pair Tom and you together for an assignment. Suppressing his distaste, Tom watched with growing irritation as you approached him, wearing an infuriating smile and settling down beside him.

As you organized your materials, Tom yearned for the opportunity to work on the potion alone. It wasn't that he thought you incapable—quite the opposite. He was well aware of your exceptional brilliance, and that knowledge only fueled his resentment towards you. Handing him some ingredients with that same disarming smile, you provoked another surge of animosity within him. Tom wasn't foolish; he recognized that his hatred may have been unfounded. He was even mindful enough to admit that maybe he was unjust in his loathing. Yet, as you absentmindedly brushed against him, his anger intensified, the burning in his chest escalating to a blazing inferno. He stared ahead, refusing to acknowledge your presence, while inwardly seething.

Your gentleness was like salt on an open wound, an unwelcome contrast to his own inner turmoil. He couldn't stand the kind smiles you directed his way or the softness in your voice when you spoke to him. Unsure if you treated everyone with such tenderness, Tom hated every ounce of it.

And even now, as he silently directed daggers towards the side of your head, you remained unaffected. That ever-present smile adorned your face as you attentively listened to the professor. Perhaps you hadn't noticed his seething resentment, or maybe you simply didn't care.

Tom truly despised you.

-

Despite Tom's best efforts to bury his loathing and distance himself from you, fate seemed determined to test his resolve. The universe conspired to place you in his path, unrelenting in its mission to fuel his inner turmoil.

Days turned into weeks, and Tom found himself encountering you more frequently than he would have preferred. Your presence in the corridors, the library, and even in the Great Hall became impossible to ignore. Each time, his resentment swelled, festering like a wound that refused to heal.

It was during Defense Against the Dark Arts class that a peculiar incident occurred. The professor, caught up in an animated discussion with another student, accidentally assigned you as Tom's partner for a practical exercise. Tom's heart sank as the realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. This forced collaboration would inevitably tear down the walls he had so meticulously built around his feelings.

Reluctantly, you approached him, that ever-present smile adorning your face as if it were a permanent fixture. Tom's blood boiled beneath his calm facade, his grip on his wand tightening as you settled in beside him. The instructions were given, and as you prepared for the exercise, you turned to him with genuine warmth in your eyes.

"I believe we can work well together, Tom," you said, your voice soft and encouraging. "Let's make the most of this opportunity."

Your words were meant to foster cooperation, but to Tom, they were like nails on a chalkboard. He wasn't fond of your unrelenting insistence to call everyone, even him, by their first name. He detested the way you effortlessly extended an olive branch, offering a glimpse of the goodness that resided within you. His own walls, built on bitterness and resentment, grew higher in response.

As the exercise progressed, you displayed a remarkable talent and unwavering focus. Your skills complemented Tom's own abilities, leading to a seamless collaboration that drew the professor's attention. You seemed unfazed by Tom's icy demeanor, treating him with a kindness he felt he did not deserve.

But beneath his icy exterior, Tom's emotions churned like a tempestuous sea. He couldn't comprehend why you insisted on being pleasant, even as he pushed you away with his cold indifference. It was maddening to witness your genuine care and empathy, qualities he struggled to understand, let alone reciprocate.

As the days went on, a part of Tom's hardened facade began to crack. He found himself observing you from a distance, catching glimpses of your interactions with others. Your infectious laughter, the way you lent a helping hand without hesitation, and the ease with which you forged connections—these traits only deepened his confusion and resentment.

Tom loathed the fact that you evoked a sense of admiration within him, despite his best efforts to resist. He hated how your mere presence had the power to make him question his own beliefs, to reevaluate the walls he had erected around his heart. And most of all, he despised how your kindness seemed to seep into the depths of his soul, stirring emotions he had long buried.

But as he watched you navigate through the complexities of life with grace and compassion, a whisper of doubt began to emerge within him. Could it be possible that his hatred stemmed from envy? Envy for the light that radiated from you effortlessly, while darkness consumed him from within.

As the war between his loathing and burgeoning curiosity raged on, Tom found himself at a crossroads. Would he succumb to the bitterness that had become his shield, or would he dare to explore the mysteries that lay beneath the surface?

Tom wasn't sure, he wasn't sure whether to embrace the light that threatened to illuminate his shadows or to retreat further into the darkness he had come to know so well.

-

In the midst of another Potions class, you took your usual seat next to Tom. As you settled in, Tom did his best to ignore your presence, casting only a fleeting glance in your direction to acknowledge your arrival.

During a break from Professor Slughorn's lecture, you turned towards Tom, your voice barely above a whisper as you spoke.

"Hey, can you fill me in on what Professor said about the effects of Boomslang skin on a potion? I seem to have missed that part," you asked, your eyes fixed on his. Tom felt a sudden stiffness in his body, his mouth drying up as he struggled to maintain his composure. Though he yearned to brush you off and but he couldn't risk his carefully constructed reputation, he knew he couldn't afford to dismiss you so callously.

Resolute in upholding his image as a model student, Tom nodded and glanced back at his own notes.

"Here," he offered, sliding his notes towards you and pointing out the relevant paragraph with his quill. A genuine smile spread across your face as you expressed your gratitude, causing a flutter of unfamiliar emotions within Tom. He simply nodded in response and watched as you diligently copied the information onto your own parchment.

Tom couldn't understand why it was becoming increasingly challenging to maintain his hatred for you. He had built a part of his identity around loathing your very existence—your face, your smile, your gentle voice. Yet, the more he focused on you, the harder it became to justify his animosity.

A growing sense of unease settled within him. Something was undeniably wrong.

The week marched on and everything turned into a whirlwind of conflicting emotions for Tom. He found himself stealing glances at you when he believed no one was looking, analyzing the subtle curves of your face and the way your eyes lit up when engaged in conversation. Your infectious laughter echoed in his ears, tugging at a corner of his heart that he had kept hidden for far too long.

Tom wrestled with his feelings, torn between the comfortable familiarity of hatred and the unsettling allure of something new. His internal battle consumed him, tormenting his every thought. What was happening to him? How could a person he had once despised stir such conflicting emotions within him?

In the stillness of his thoughts, doubt wove its tendrils through Tom's mind, tightening like a constricting snake, threatening to suffocate him with its conflicting presence.

Unknown emotions swirled within him, a turbulent mix that challenged the very core of his being. The source of this upheaval? You.

For so long, Tom had reveled in his hatred for you, finding solace in the darkness it provided. But now, the lines blurred, and he found himself teetering on the precipice of something new and terrifying. A part of him yearned to embrace these unfamiliar sentiments, to explore the depths of his own vulnerabilities. Yet, another part clung desperately to the comfort of loathing, fearing the uncertainty that lay ahead.

You had become an enigma he couldn't decipher—a puzzle piece that refused to fit neatly into his predetermined narrative. Your presence, once a thorn in his side, now had the power to ignite a spark within him, casting doubt on the foundations of his carefully constructed persona.

With every stolen glance, every accidental brush of skin, his walls crumbled, exposing the rawness beneath. The once unyielding armor of hatred cracked under the weight of conflicting desires and buried longing.

It infuriated him. It terrified him.

He despised how you had effortlessly breached his defenses, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. It was as if you had unlocked a hidden chamber in his soul, releasing emotions he had long suppressed. He resented the power you held over him, the way you unsettled his carefully controlled existence.

Yet, even as Tom fought against these unfamiliar emotions, a small voice within him whispered of the possibilities that lay in embracing them.

He tried to bury the voice, banishing it from the recesses of his mind. It continued to whisper, he realized it wouldn't stop. Instead, it only grew louder, stronger. It demanded his surrender, his compliance, his acceptance.

As the tumultuous emotions surged within Tom, it felt as though he was losing control. The certainty he once held crumbled, leaving behind a profound sense of confusion. Like a question without an answer, he found himself adrift in a sea of uncertainty, searching for a guiding light that seemed elusive.

You were the catalyst for this internal chaos, the one who had unraveled the tightly woven threads of his convictions. Tom couldn't comprehend how you had managed to dismantle the carefully constructed fortress he had built around his heart. Your presence, once a source of loathing, now became the source of his bewilderment.

He felt lost—lost in the labyrinth of his own emotions, stumbling through the maze of conflicting desires. The hatred that had consumed him for so long had morphed into something else entirely. It gnawed at his insides, urging him to reconsider his preconceived notions and venture into uncharted territory.

It frustrated him to no end. He was accustomed to being in control, to understanding the intricacies of his own mind. But now, he stood at the precipice of the unknown, grappling with a myriad of feelings that defied explanation.

Tom yearned for clarity, for a resolute path to follow. He longed for the comfort of familiarity, for the ease of hatred that had shielded him from vulnerability. But with each passing day, that certainty slipped further from his grasp, leaving him teetering on the edge of an abyss.

And in the midst of his confusion, he couldn't help but place the blame on you. You had become the embodiment of his turmoil, the reason behind his internal disarray. The very thought of you filled him with equal parts fascination and trepidation.

Tom knew that something had to be done. He couldn't linger in this limbo forever. It was time to confront the chaos within, to find the answers that eluded him.

He took a deep breath, ready to face the enigma that was you, ready to delve into depths of his own soul. He had come to accept that what he was about to do, would likely change the plan he had so meticulously crafted for years. However, he knew something had to be done, before he went properly mad.

Tom needed answers, and the only person who would be able to provide them, was you.

Pt.2

#Tom Riddle #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle x you #x reader #female reader #tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle x reader

[krysalla]

this is a request for how our creepy darling dr crane would realize and deal with Feelings towards the reader please 👉👈 i feel like he’d have trouble reconciling the mental/psychological attraction with more baser, sexual feelings and would end up either being too restrained or too uninhibited

warnings: ummm crane being a creep with no boundaries and a little freak

f!reader

Dealing with Ivy is never a pleasant experience. Her lair is a thick, humid jungle of plants that always change, teasing him as they shift the path to confuse him and lead him astray. She refuses to meet him outside of her hideaway. So, he trudges along the shifting roots and vines to get what he wants. He huffs and he puffs and he curses the bits of leaves and dirt and debris that get on his suit and into the burlap fabric of his mask.

He bats at a plant, pushing it out of his way, only for the damned thing to hit him back.

The compound better be ready.

Finally, the plants give way, done with their game, and reveal Ivy’s lab to him. And, of course, Ivy is nowhere in sight. So he huffs and puffs some more, crosses his arms over his chest as he looks over the lab. It looks untouched, even with an experiment running in the back. Another trick. He won’t be so easily turned away after all he had to walk through to get here. Jonathan digs his feet into the dirt floor. He refuses to leave without Ivy’s samples. He has spent months planning and researching for this new toxin. A new way to descend Gotham City into complete and utter chaos. The streets will be filled with people overwhelmed by their own fear and arousal. He wants them reduced to nothing but animals, to watch them burn their beloved city to the ground with their brains in overdrive from the conflict of the two heightened states. This will be his magnum opus. 

Minutes go by before he hears a noise coming from behind a curtain towards the back wall. The fabric flicks up and you duck beneath it quickly, scrubbing at the front of your denim overalls.

“Oh!” you startle when you notice him. Perhaps this venture won’t be a waste if he can get such an easy fright from you. He always carries a small case of syringes with him, just on the off chance he finds himself bored. It would be so easy, just a small pinprick.

He clears his throat, “Where is Ivy?”

“She’s busy. Something about a pesticide company, I think?” you buckle the left straps of your overalls back into place and smile, “But she told me you’d be here. I’ve got everything ready for you.”

You beckon him with a wave of the hand and he follows you, some nameless nobody, to the room you’d just come out of. You pull back the curtain and reveal rows and rows of samples and plants, all lined up neatly on the shelves. Ivy’s been up to no good recently judging by the various substances.

He reaches into his front pocket and feels the rigid line of cool metal.

“Let’s see… compound 34A…” you wander the aisles, snaking through them while occasionally checking over a few plants along the way with a thoughtful hum.

If only you would hurry up. Ivy could be back any moment and he would like to witness your fear himself for as long as possible. And it would be more beneficial to him if he got Ivy’s pheromone before he injects you. Ivy might not take well to his playing with you, if you really mean anything to her, her revenge would be swift. He taps his foot when you spend a little longer on an out of control plant. You don’t even acknowledge him or his impatience, you just pull out a little notepad from your pocket and start taking notes.

He can’t help the sharp tone in his voice, he doesn’t want to spend a second longer here than he has to. He has big plans and so little time to fulfill them. “Do you enjoy wasting my time?”

“Hmm?” you don’t even spare him a look, focused on examining the wilted leaves of a plant that looks like it's on the verge of dying.

“Who are you? I thought Ivy worked alone.”

“Well, you can’t let plants run amok like that. Fungi will spread, infect other plants, poison the fruit. Diseases run rampant. Ivy believes in the green but it still needs to be maintained and cared for. That’s why I’m here. I care for the green.” You put your notepad in the front pocket of your overalls, “You know, I was very impressed by your work on that last release of fear toxin. It was incredible.”

“Of course it was.” He doesn’t need praise. Doesn’t want it from someone as low as you on the food chain. Jonathan knows how well it went, how seamless his plans went. Even the Batman himself couldn’t stop him and that there is a badge of honor around this city. So, no, he will glaze over the compliment from the girl playing farmer’s daughter, as pretty as you might be.

He presses the latch on the case to open it.

“Self assured, huh? I like that.” You take the compound from the test tube rack and turn to him. You step into his space, close enough for him to feel your breath against the sliver of skin that shows on his neck. He’s glad for the mask, you won’t be able to see the blood rush to his cheeks and ears. Your hand slides up his chest, test tube caught between your index and middle finger, and back down to his front pocket to carefully slip the test tube there, right next to his case of syringes. “I hope this works for you, Mr. Scarecrow.”

He hopes you don't notice the shiver that runs through him.

---

As with most nights, he works late, scribbling notes on his subjects. His current ones are a man and a woman, a couple he'd picked up somewhere in the East End, are a particularly good pair of subjects. He wrote down five pages worth of notes in the three hours he had them naked and writing around on the floor. The man had beaten the woman to death in the throes of ecstasy and then slammed his head against the wall.

Cockroaches, he screamed out, had been crawling over the woman's body and his own.

They expired quicker than he thought they would. He will have to adjust the ratio of Ivy's pheromone to fear toxin.

He places his notepad down and reaches for one of the dozen others that he keeps on his desk. He needs a clean slate. Jonathan works dutifully on correcting the dosage, the chemical makeup of the sample. And his mind can't help but wander. He thinks of the gardener.

The pure pheromone sits still on the rack.

You would make a wonderful test subject.

---

He stands in a familiar corn field. Yes, he remembers it well-- the grueling summer afternoons spent tending to the field under his great grandmother's eye while he swung the scythe to cut down the dead corn stalks. Even during autumn and winter he was not granted reprieve from punishment out in the fields. Yes, this corn field is familiar.

He stands above the field, watching carefully over his crop. He cannot move. His limbs made of straw and sticks. He is wearing his burlap sack. Jonathan has become a real scarecrow.

It's peaceful.

Content with the sounds of birds and the soft beating of the sun against him, he relaxes into his post. Even if his body is strung up like he's Christ on the cross.

The stalks before him rustle. The breeze stops and the birds quiet. Not a dream then, but a nightmare, some terror just on the horizon. It’s safer than a dream. He waits, tied up on his post, and watches the slithering path of the creature in the field. It waits at the edge of the clearing.

It’s no creature full of teeth and venom ready to consume him, just you, the gardener. You emerge from between the green stalks, wearing your silly overalls and a big smile like you're happy to see him. You do not falter. You step to his post and climb up the ladder. Face to face, you stare at him curiously as your hand hovers along the side of his masked face, and he waits with bated breath for your next move.

"Hello, Mr. Scarecrow," you whisper, leaning close to his ear, "won't you join me?"

You untie the ropes around his ankles and wrists, catching him against your chest when he falls forward. It's an awkward dance down his post, your hand gripping onto the tattered burlap of his shirt and your stilted steps as you stop on each rung of the ladder, checking that he is still safe in your grasp.

A crow caws.

Finally, he is down on the ground, placed gently on his back by you.

He wants to feel you on him, even the press of your hand against the burlap would be enough. Never in his life had he wanted so badly to feel the skin of another against his. Jonathan is used to it, but it's all he thinks about, your hands, your lips, your teeth on him, anywhere so long as you touch him. All you do is hover over him, straddling his waist and watching with a gentle stare.

The sky behind you has turned dark and the crows flock to his post. A thousand eyes stare down at him.

You lean closer to his face. He wishes to hold your shoulders and drag you down to him but his body is made of straw. Your hands wander over burlap and straw and rough plaid. If he had a heart, it would be stuttering in his chest.

Mercifully, you kiss him.

When you pull back, your face falls. No longer is the kind, warm gleam in your eyes and a smile of a love-struck fool. There's no burlap. He can feel the air on his skin. His face revealed to you. No longer is he Scarecrow, but plain old lanky Jonathan Crane. He reaches for you, limbs again made of skin and bone and tissue.

You wrench yourself from him in disgust and run back towards the corn.

The crows caw in unison.

---

If he didn't have to, he wouldn't be back here. He wouldn't be storming through Ivy's lair where you play gardener in your overalls and gloves, with your little trowel and watering can. But he needs more of Ivy's compound. Weeks he spent fantasizing and dreaming that same dream of you and now, confronted with the idea that he will see you in the flesh once more makes his stomach turn with fear and embarrassment and that infuriates him. He, the master of fear, should not be so scared of a silly, little girl who wears overalls embroidered with bright flowers. He pushes at the branches a little harder, digs his feet in a little deeper into the mushrooms he steps on, tears the flowers from the bushes as he shoulders his way through the thicket.

As he inflicts his damage, the forest grows crueler, springing thicker walls of branches and makes the mud thicker to trap him. Ivy's children go to work on making it harder for him and it only angers him more and makes him more violent to the green. A vicious cycle, all because of you.

You barrel out from the bushes and shoulder him down onto the ground. He lands hard, knocks the breath right out of him, while you land softly on him, legs splayed around his waist with that same look of disgust he dreamed up.

"What are you doing!"

You hit his chest with the sides of your fists and it hurts, but it feels good, makes him feel alive, and he knows this is not just another dream. His heart beats and his lungs suck in air, and his limbs are flesh and bone. And he grabs you with one hand, just the way he wanted to in his dream, and with the other hand, he rips off his mask. He is the master of fear and he will not let some lackey scare him into submission.

The both of you are covered in mud, and his hands smear it across your face as he brings you down to a kiss.

You shake in his hold and beat your fists along his sides and his chest. He savors each second of blazing contact. In the struggle, you wrap your hands around his throat, pressing down on his windpipe. Who will be the first to break?

His lungs burn and wreak havoc in his chest as they try to pull in as much air through his nose. He holds you tighter to him and you bite his lip hard and draw blood. He lets you go. You whip away from him, leaning back on your haunches. You lick his blood from your lips and spit it back at him.

“Don’t ever touch the green like that again.”

You push his face down into the mud and clamber off of him and wander back into the wood. He follows after, his hand in his pocket, fingers circling over the latch.

#YES i was thinking about that scene in pearl! #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x you #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x you #my writing #req tag #dc imagine #asks

[midnight-glasses]

Can you write headcanons about the characteristics of Carla's girl in terms of appearance, demeanor, etc.?

Of course, I can do that! However, I also plan to create headcanons for Shin, as I want to maintain a sense of balance between the two characters.

Also... I'm assuming you were referring to the “Carla's girl” as if it were something related to the type of girl he considers ideal for a relationship. If I'm mistaken, please send me another message with more specific details. I struggle with text interpretation, context, and often irony. I hope you have fun!

— Carla Tsukinami:

1. Appearance:

In general, Carla is intrigued and often attracted to the particular and unique beauty of each woman. He doesn't see the point in standardizing and limiting himself to a single type of woman, even if he doesn't have a preference for a specific body type or facial feature. However, he certainly finds charm in the combination of distinctive features and an enigmatic aura, someone who sparks curiosity or gives him the sensation of unraveling a puzzle.

On the other hand, Carla would also appreciate a woman with a sculptural silhouette, elegant curves, or a confident posture. She would be attracted to someone who exudes a powerful and sophisticated presence, both physically and in her expression.

Carla's preference for women with wide hips is rooted in an instinctual desire to ensure the survival and well-being of his race. As a First Blood with a deep sense of duty towards his kind, he prioritizes the continuation and preservation of his lineage. In his mind, women with wider hips symbolize the potential for healthy childbirth and the ability to bear strong and resilient offspring.

While Carla may not openly discuss or acknowledge this preference, it influences his subconscious attraction towards women with wider hips. He may find himself instinctively drawn to their physical features, perceiving them as more suitable partners for fulfilling his race's future.

In my opinion, this preference does not define Carla's entire perspective on attraction or relationships. It is just one aspect of his sense of responsibility towards his lineage and race. Ultimately, the connection with a woman would go beyond physical attributes and encompass a myriad of factors, including intelligence, strength, and compatibility.

He also would be enchanted by a woman with deep and intense eyes that can reveal her own complexity. He would be attracted to eyes that convey mystery, wisdom, and a spark of challenge.

Carla values attention to detail and may notice a woman's hands and nails. He finds well-manicured hands with neatly trimmed nails to be an attractive feature, signifying elegance and sophistication.

2. Demeanor:

Carla would be attracted to a girl who is exceptionally intelligent and insightful. He would value a partner who can keep up with his intellectual conversations and challenge his mind with profound insights and well-founded arguments.

He would appreciate a girl who demonstrates resilience in the face of adversity and possesses unwavering inner strength. Carla would be drawn to someone who can withstand his mind games, someone who can hold firm to their own identity.

Carla would be captivated by a girl who exhibits courage and can face challenging situations with calm and control. Carla would value someone who can maintain composure in moments of danger and is not easily intimidated.

While Carla possesses a cruel and sadistic nature, he might be attracted to a girl who can comprehend and accept those aspects of him. Someone who is not frightened or repelled by his darkness but can see beyond it and discover the complexity of his personality.

Carla respects individuals who display strong willpower and determination. A potential partner who possesses unwavering resolve, especially when facing challenges or defying his orders, would earn his admiration. Their refusal to succumb to his cruelty could potentially intrigue him even more.

Carla holds a certain level of pride as a First Blood, and he would appreciate a partner who possesses influence and charisma. Someone who can sway others to their cause or inspire loyalty would impress him.

He would be captivated by a woman with disciplined fire, someone who can harness their emotions and desires to achieve their goals without being consumed by them. He would value her ability to maintain composure and channel her passion into focused actions.

3. Skills and Talents:

Carla would appreciate a woman with a keen sense of strategy and tactical thinking. He would be attracted to someone who can analyze complex situations, devise intricate plans, and anticipate their opponents' moves, providing valuable insights for their shared endeavors.

He would appreciate a woman with exceptional artistic talents. Whether it's painting, music, or any other artistic medium, he would be intrigued by her ability to express herself creatively.

Carla would appreciate a partner who thinks outside the box and brings unique perspectives to the table. The ability to come up with unconventional solutions to problems, challenge established norms, and surprise him with her creativity would capture his interest. A partner who can offer fresh ideas and innovative approaches would be highly valued by him.

Given Carla's sadistic and manipulative tendencies, he would value a partner who possesses a strong will and resistance to mental manipulation. Someone who can see through his mind games, maintain their own identity, and resist his attempts to break them emotionally would both intrigue and challenge him.

Carla, being an individual of high intelligence and reason, values intellectual stimulation. He finds solace and entertainment in the world of literature, particularly in the classic works of human authors. Therefore, he would appreciate a partner who shares his passion for literature as it would provide them with common ground for engaging conversations and discussions.

Carla's appreciation for literature may be influenced by his confinement in Bandamen and the time he had to indulge in this pastime. Additionally, the specific works and authors he prefers within the realm of classic literature may vary, depending on the narrative and context.

4. Principles and Values:

Carla harbors a thirst for revenge regarding the destruction of his kind and blames Karlheinz for it. He would appreciate a woman who shares his sense of justice and strives for equity. Someone who is willing to fight for just causes and defend what they believe to be right.

While it may be difficult for Carla to display empathy and compassion, he would appreciate a partner who possesses these qualities. Someone who can understand and care about the emotions and experiences of others, even if he himself may struggle to fully express these feelings.

Carla values honesty and expects his partner to be a person of integrity who follows their principles and is truthful in their actions and words.

He values trust as a fundamental aspect of any relationship. He seeks a partner who is reliable and can be trusted to keep their word and maintain confidentiality.

Carla respects individuals who possess a strong sense of independence and autonomy. He would appreciate a woman who can stand on her own and make decisions with confidence, without relying excessively on others.

He is drawn to individuals who can display both strength and vulnerability. He would be intrigued by a woman who can exhibit strength and independence, but also be open to showing her vulnerable side when necessary.

— Shin Tsukinami:

1. Appearance:

Shin is attracted to a feminine figure with pronounced curves, as opposed to Carla, Shin is more visually oriented when it comes to body and appearance. He likes curves, such as well-proportioned breasts and a defined waist. He values a sensual and voluptuous appearance.

He may prefer a girl with average or slightly shorter height. He may be drawn to a more delicate and selective appearance in terms of stature.

Shin may appreciate smooth, pale skin with a natural glow. He may prefer a lighter complexion with few imperfections, giving off a delicate and ethereal look.

He also have a preference for an hourglass figure, where the bust and hips are well-balanced with a defined waist. Shin finds this classic body shape visually appealing and captivating.

Shin may be captivated by eyes that have a mesmerizing quality. He particularly appreciates long, luscious lashes that add depth and allure to a woman's gaze.

Shin appreciates intense eye colors like dark brown or honey, capable of conveying emotion and depth. He enjoys being able to discern what his girl is going through just by looking into her eyes.

2. Demeanor:

Shin is attracted to strength and resilience. His ideal girl would possess an unwavering spirit, unafraid to challenge him and his beliefs. She would have a rebellious streak, never hesitating to speak her mind and stand up to Shin, making their dynamic intense and unpredictable.

While Shin admires strength, he also enjoys exerting dominance. His ideal girlfriend would exhibit a subtle level of submissiveness, allowing him to indulge in his problematic side while maintaining a power dynamic that satisfies his ego.

In other hand, Shin would be drawn to a girlfriend who can assert herself and hold her ground when dealing with him. He would respect a girl who isn't easily intimidated by his violent outbursts or hurtful remarks, but instead, responds with strength and resilience.

Despite his flaws and volatile nature, he craves a deep connection and loyalty. His ideal girl would be a trusted confidante, someone he can rely on and confide in without hesitation. She would be fiercely loyal, supporting him unconditionally and offering guidance when he needs it most.

He wants someone who can see past his dark side and love him for his strengths and weaknesses. Shin desires a partner who will stand by him, offering unwavering support and acceptance.

Shin enjoys pranks and teasing, so his ideal girl would possess a playful sense of humor. She would be able to laugh at herself and appreciate Shin's mischievous nature. However, she would also need to understand his boundaries and not be hurt by his actions, as Shin can sometimes take things too far.

Or perhaps, considering the fact that Shin enjoys surprises and challenges, his ideal girl would have an element of unpredictability. She would keep him on his toes, always bringing something new and exciting to their relationship. Shin is intrigued by the unknown and finds excitement in unraveling his girlfriend's layers.

3. Skills and Talents:

Shin, being a powerful being himself, would appreciate a girlfriend who possesses formidable combat skills. She would be skilled in various forms of combat, capable of holding her own in dangerous situations, and earning Shin's respect through her prowess.

One of the main factors that will make Shin interested in a girl is if she has a way with animals. He has an extensive range of familiars, and he treats them like family. A woman who doesn't respect this is not worthy of capturing his interest. He is particularly attracted to a woman who demonstrates genuine love for animals and has a natural ability to handle them. He values the empathy and understanding that a person has when interacting with his familiars. His potential girlfriend's ability to understand the needs and behaviors of Shin's familiars is a sign of respect and consideration that deeply captivates him.

The animals are silent witnesses to his joys, sorrows, and everything he has been through. Therefore, finding a girl who can relate to and appreciate this important part of his life is something that Shin greatly values.

As someone who aspires to the throne and wishes to prove himself to his older brother, Shin seeks a girl who possesses management and organizational skills. He needs someone who can assist him in managing his personal affairs as well as aiding him in the conquest and governance of the kingdom.

I assume we're following the Dark Fate timeline, so to me, that logic makes sense.

As a descendant of the Ancestor bloodline, Shin values strength and combat abilities. He looks for a girl who is proficient in martial arts or possesses some form of fighting skill, as it reinforces his belief that she is worthy of standing by his side.

4. Principles and Values:

Shin can be dominating and demanding, so he may seek a girl who is self-sufficient and capable of taking care of herself. He wants someone who is not overly dependent on him but can contribute significantly to the relationship.

Although Shin can be manipulative, he can appreciate honesty in a girl. He wants someone who is truthful and straightforward with him, even if it means confronting him or questioning his actions.

Shin admires courage and determination. He seeks a girl who is not afraid to challenge conventions or take risks in pursuit of her goals. He values a partner who is bold enough to face the obstacles that arise in her path.

Shin's trust is not easily earned, but he desires a girl who is trustworthy and dependable. He wants someone who can keep his secrets and stand by his side through thick and thin. He values loyalty and expects his partner to be someone he can rely on.

He seeks a girl who is ambitious and has a strong drive to succeed. He wants someone who is not content with mediocrity but constantly strives for greatness, pushing herself to reach new heights.

All my written content is original, however, I do not claim ownership of the characters depicted. ©2023-Present.

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[genderkoolaid]

It’s weird because I love my non-binary and genderfucked siblings, I have two friends who have “weird” “cringe” genders and I love them and I think they do gender so well. But I’m scared that by “demolishing” the gender binary, I won’t get to be a binary man anymore. What does that mean? I want people to see me on the street and think “he/him”, I want people to think of me as heterosexual when I show affection to my girlfriend. I want to be a binary man, and I don’t know how to do that in non-binary world

Playing with gender and fucking with it is good and I fully support people doing that. But I do not want to be seen as anything other than Pure 100% man, I have been constantly called “they” as a way to undermine my masculinity and refusal to gender me properly by people who know my pronouns. I don’t want to be seen as anything other than a Man. I want to be associated fully with masculinity, I don’t want to seen as a lesbian, I don’t want to be seen as anything other than a heterosexual man. Not even that I don’t want to be seen as a lesbian, I don’t want to be associated with lesbians. I’m a trans man, I’m a MAN and my attraction to women is heterosexual, and I cannot accept ideas that tell me otherwise because that would cause me to misgender myself, and I’m tired of being seen like that When I say I’m a man I don’t mean “butch boy girl lesbian” etc etc, if someone wants to be that and fuck up everything, I appreciate it, but I feel uncomfortable with them saying they’re a trans man because when I say I’m a trans man I mean a MAN as in binary man

I think its very good that you started this by acknowledging that this is a product of fear and anxiety. Its important to understand that that is where this is coming from.

You are insecure about your manhood. That is not an insult. Its entirely understandable to feel that way, especially as a trans man. There was a post a little while ago where I talked about how trans men can fall into toxic masculinity, not because its a product of being a man, but because trans men more than cis men (solely in terms of gender) have their manhood scrutinized and devalued. Manhood is a rat race & trans men are fucked over from the start, so we have to try 10x harder to be seen as Proper Men. That leads to a constant pressure to perform "proper" masculinity to the fullest extent possible to try and avoid having your manhood discredited, which can be not only emotionally damaging but legitimately dangerous.

But you need to understand, and I say this with love: this is a you problem. It is not other people's responsibility to change how they identify to soothe your insecurity about your manhood. Other people's identity, in fact, means nothing about your own. Someone else using a label you use to represent a different experience does not mean you must also share that experience, or that you cannot use that label to describe your own.

You are, understandably, fearful that your manhood (which is already constantly being scrutinized and attacked), will be further devalued if "trans man" can also mean "lesbian". You share a community and a label with those men and as a result, their genderweirdness feels dangerous. They feel like a threat to your being. This is not dissimilar to how cishet men react to visibly queer men in their communities and families: "how will people think of me, as a man, if they associate me with a man like that? I need to stop him from being a man or make him be a man right in order to protect my own manhood." This is how the patriarchy functions; make every man constantly compete with each other, under the threat of violence if they fail. Its not your fault you feel this way- you are made to feel this way on purpose because of the patriachal panopticon that makes us self-regulate- but it is your responsibility to work on yourself and resist the urge to view other men as a threat to your manhood.

"Bi lesbians" existing does not mean that people will/should assume every lesbian is bisexual, and for men to use bi lesbians as an excuse to harass lesbians is lesbophobic but not the fault of bi lesbians. In the same way, "lesbian trans men" existing does not mean that people will/should assume every trans man is a lesbian, and people using lesbian trans men (or nonbinary people for that matter) as an excuse to misgender straight trans men is transphobic but not the fault of lesbian men. In both cases, lesbians who have felt pressured to be attracted to men and trans men who have felt pressured to be lesbians see this new fusion identity as a threat to their own as a traumatic response. That fear is valid, but we need to understand that its our own fear. Its not their fault that bigots tried to pressure you to be a certain way, and their identity does not mean that those bigots were justified in any way. Other queer people are not the enemy.

If you care about your genderweird friends- and I don't doubt that you do- its important that you recognize where this fear is coming from and take steps to confront & cope with it. I don't like when people use "fragile masculinity" as an insult; fragile masculinity is part of what keeps the patriarchy running, and men with fragile masculinity need the compassion that the patriarchy will not give them. So please know that when I say you are insecure about your masculinity, I'm not saying you are doing a Bad Thing. You have been made to have a fragile masculinity as a way of controlling you, and now you need to work on healing that in order to have productive and healthy relationships with other queer people (and people in general). You can't support other queer people while also viewing them as a threat to your own manhood, even unconsciously. It requires a process of strengthening your identity as a man and not letting anyone or anything make you feel like it can be taken away because you (or someone you are associated with) Did Manhood Wrong.

You might want to check out @gay-otlc. He's a straight trans man who's talked about the issues straight trans men face, while also being supportive of lesbian trans men, and his blog might help you out with dealing with these issues. In general when it comes to identity issues, I think its very important to see and interact with other people of your identity, especially those who are confident and able to confront/cope with bigotry in healthier ways. I wish you the best, anon.

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i always considered saiki aro, but you make me really rethink with kubosai. .

THATS SO LOVELY, i know you didnt ask but.. im going to take this opportunity to talk a little about my stance on kubosai and saiki's sexuality.. i mean i have talked about it multiple times but still, lots of people dont see what i see in these things sooo im gonna keep talking about it lol..

(under the cut cuz i made this WAYYY longer than i meant to, sorryyyy..)

i still see saiki as aroace personally !! just not romance repulsed aroace, rather just on the aroace spectrum.. i think hes the type of person to use 'queer' and 'aroace' as umbrella terms for himself instead of caring about specific labels, but if i had to, i would say he fits best with demi based on my interpretation.. (i usually see him as with no preference, but based on the text its easy to see him as having a preference for men too..)

i do get why people would see him as romance repulsed and its a lovely hc, but saiki is pretty much mlm coded, at least in the way i interpreted it.. i mean, he almost straight up says he has a crush on satou in the manga.. its great if people interpret it as a 'squish,' but i personally dont see that,, he kinda blatantly threw them in a romance chart together, blushes every time he sees him, etc. HOWEVER aroace people who relate in some way and project their experiences onto saiki will ALWAYS be valid, so i dont care !! i literally do that lmfao im an aroace lesbian,,

anyway, saiki has a lot of silly tsundere moments that lots of people who dont really look at the show past surface level (and usually dont read the manga) see as him literally hating his friends, family, romance, etc when its very much shown how hes being a tsundere and he LOVES his friends, family, AND romance.. (canonically loves romance not as in he definitely experiences romantic attraction, but as in he just is weirdly into love stories and such but wont admit it lmao, i talk about that chapter where he gets obsessed with those strangers love story he saw with psychometry but its just so good lol..) so i think that misinterpretation is where a lot of the discourse in this fandom comes from, like people who think he GENUINELY hates teruhashi ? they r literally best friends he cares about her so much..

kubosai is a ship i started loving, not really from seeing their canon interactions, but from analyzing the characters in the manga and seeing who i think would actually fit together and have a good dynamic..

im very weak for characters who are ashamed of their dark past, afraid of their own strength and that they might hurt the people they love, scared to tell their loved ones their secrets, etc.. and kuboyasu and saiki fit the bill perfectly, so i looked at them and immediately thought BOOM what if they were in love..

their dynamic is fun, even though we didnt get a lot of canon interactions.. theyre so similar yet SO different at the same time..

they both have pretty tragic pasts and family lives, both VERY protective of their friends and family and would do anything for them, both have bad coping mechanisms (mostly refusing to acknowledge that anything is really wrong at all), etc.. and yet, theyre almost opposites in the way they actually carry themselves..

saiki appears apathetic at all times in front of others even though his internal monologue or how he expresses himself when hes alone can be really emotional.. kuboyasu is pretty happy all the time even though he has pretty thinly veiled anger about half the time..

kuboyasu is just a human boy who was taught to take up as much space as possible for his survival, defend himself with his fists, honesty and loyalty and trust are essential, etc, while saiki is an almost-god whose upbringing taught him to try his best to take up NO space at all for his survival, dont get involved unless its from afar, dont get close with anyone, dont trust anyone, etc..

saiki prefers to protect his people from in the shadows, going as far as to literally stalk them to make sure theyre okay without their knowledge, while kuboyasu is unafraid to show how much he cares and prefers to literally come out swinging to protect his people.. put them together and you get two silly guys who will literally protect the other with their life despite knowing damn well that theyre both fully capable of protecting themselves..

kuboyasu is also like.. one of the only people in the cast other than saiki who can be like.. a voice of reason sometimes.. he would be so good for saiki and would make damn sure he knows when hes being irrational or dramatic (because cmon, its saiki.. hes such a drama queen all the damn time..) and i just think he needs that in his life..

yasu would reign saiki in when it comes to his everyday dramatics, and in turn saiki would reign yasu in when it comes to his over the top romance standards (and probably his anger issues and overreactions too..) and yet at the same time they would take comfort in each others silliness.. saiki may be like "we cant just drop out and get married, thats not how it works" but isnt it so refreshing for him to have someone that cares about him so unconditionally ?? unlike his own family ?? itd scare him at first, but hed make yasu tone it down to a healthier extent and itd become soo comfortable..

#im so sorry this is so long omg.. u do NOT care.. #didnt wanna project too hard mid-post so i didnt mention how i see him as autistic but i'll say it here real quick lmfao #im an autistic aroace lesbian and i relate so hard to him lmfao.. him saying he doesnt UNDERSTAND romance felt so like me with my autism lo #tried very hard to phrase this so people wouldnt think im calling romance repulsed saiki hc a misinterpretation #people who thinks its canon are misinterpreting but the hc is valid and wonderful <33 #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki kusuo #kuboyasu aren #kubosai #meows post #meownalysis