#theirs was better tbh it rel

[evilprincesss]

to me, zuko’s relationship with toph is so antagonistic on his behalf because she’s the one member of the gaang (outside of suki who he simply doesn’t consider to be in the gaang tbh) who he least empathizes with, at large and in relation to her trauma. the reason for this is that unlike aang’s, katara’s, and sokka’s traumas which he sympathizes with + connects his trauma to in various ways of arguable aptness, zuko is uncomfortable with the striking closeness of toph’s trauma to his because of how class and privilege factor into their both of their trauma. aang, katara, and sokka are not privileged in any real way, esp not one that reminds him at all of his situation re status and privilege.

zuko finds aang, katara, and sokka's trauma relatable on a level that makes him feel equally victim of the fire nation; that's why he draws lines between kya being murdered in an ongoing genocide to protect katara and ursa, who was certainly not anti imperialism from anything we've seen of her, disappearing to protect him from his abusive father and grandfather. both situations are unpleasant and involve maternal sacrifice, but one is a domestic ordeal while the other is an act of racial violence and genocide. the connection exists, but the context is radically different. still, zuko likes that he can draw those parallels between his trauma and katara's. it allows him more room to feel like a better victim and arguably a bigger one in the context of the war, despite the fact that his status means he did in many ways benefit from his family and country being the perpetrators of it and his own personal role in it throughout books 1, 2, and 3.

i will give the obligatory disclaimer that zuko is a child soldier and he does side with the oppressed in the end, but he himself is not oppressed by the fire nation's genocidal war as a fire nation prince, let alone when he is the fire nation crown prince. he is someone who directly benefited from this war. yes, his father was abusive, yes, he was exiled for 2 and a half years, but he was still afforded many privileges because of the war. that does not negate his domestic suffering or his political exile, but those privileges still came about because of the suffering of others, including the gaang.

this is a nuanced situation. it is extremely complex and hard to accept the simultaneous truths at play here, even for adults, let alone for an extremely traumatized, black and white thinking 16 year old boy. zuko needs to be a victim in the context of the war as well as his family to alleviate his guilt about his participation in it prior to joining the gaang. he needs to relate his trauma to theirs. i will say that he doesn't ever seem to attempt this with suki nor does she offer her trauma to him, but that's more about both the writers and zuko not caring much if at all for her as a person.

but toph receives clear rejection from zuko when she tries to relate to him. her attempts to endear herself to him and to open up to him are shot down. why? surely toph suffered because of the war too. she's from the earth kingdom. but she never suffered a personal loss that zuko respected or related to. toph is not given any dead relatives. she was abused but not in a way zuko would understand, and her abuse did not negate that she lived a relatively comfortable life for being in the earth kingdom during the war. she was rich, she was cared for, she was shielded by privilege in many ways. while zuko is of course far richer than toph, he doesn't want to confront that reality. he doesn't want her privilege to make his obvious. he needs to focus on his suffering, his abusive father, his struggling to fit in as heir, and his time in exile and poverty. he can't accept the idea of those struggles coexisting with his privilege, so he can't accept the idea of toph's either. she has to just be whining about nothing. she has to be a nuisance not to be taken seriously. otherwise, he has to turn and face things about himself he doesn't want to be true.

could he grow to care about her and face his own privilege in the future? sure. but he doesn't in canon.

#atla #zuko #toph beifong #zuko critical #maybe? idk i don't dislike this abt him as a character i think it's really interesting #but it is a shitty thing to do to a 12 year old like omg let her live

[dutchvanwinkle]

Mr Van der Linde Pt. 5 - Dutch x Reader

Hello again darlings! I hope those of you celebrating Easter / Ramadam / Passover are having a wonderful weekend, did you know this overlap only happens three times every century? How cool is that!! Whether you're observing a holiday or not, it's now time for us to all come together and fantasize about daddy Dutch :)

I would apologise for the wait between this chapter and the last, but I did say this fic would be relatively slow in updates. I wrote a good chuck of this chapter then decided I hated it, took some time away from it, came back, then realised it wasn't as bad as I'd made out in my head lol. It's a pretty fluffy one tbh, and even if it's not as long as the previous one I hope you still enjoy!

It's on ao3, too!

Summary: Your relationship with Dutch deepens when you spend more time with him after a stressful week.

Word count: 6,471

Content warnings: smut, mildly creepy dutch

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 | PART 10

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Despite everyone’s knowledge of the end of the academic year, not one of your group of friends took the responsibility of arranging the flat for you to all live in together for second year. So, once again, you and Karen were in the same one - with John, Abigail, Sean, and Javier across the hall in theirs. You didn’t mind much; you were all too deep in the habit of leaving your flats unlocked anyway so the others could wander in should they please. It was dumb, but you hadn’t been robbed yet and imagined that’s what it would take for you to change your ways. 

Abigail had made extra dinner and you were the first to claim the portion, skipping across the hall and ambling in with a grin on your face. The two of you ate and chatted with the TV filling the background noise. Karen had joined not long after, and the three of you found yourselves sprawled on the sofa, tired from a full day.  

Second year was noticeably harder, no more easing you into university life – the theory and assignments were tough. However, thanks to your hard work in the previous semester it wasn’t an impossible leap. It had been for some, Javier regularly coming around in an attempt to inconspicuously copy your coursework.  

Just as you were mentally preparing yourself for the next day, the last before the weekend, your phone buzzed. 

Naughty girl. 

Dutch. You cleared your throat, pausing a moment before opening his message. He hadn’t taken any liberties with his possession of your phone number, and your inbox had been decidedly empty since the last time you saw him. 

?? 

Was this the old-person way of flirting? Was it sexting? Hopefully, your response would allow room for clarification. 

I was just in my photo gallery. 

Oh. You smiled to yourself. Another message. 

I almost dropped my phone. 

Sorry, won’t happen again. 

It better happen again, miss. I’ve already made good use of it, and now I’m in need of more. 

Good god, the thought of him pleasuring himself to a photo of you brought heat all over your neck. “I’m just gonna use your bathroom,” you stood up to excuse yourself, getting no response from your friends. 

Once inside, you looked around, knowing full well it was empty and quickly flicked the lock on the door, before pulling your top over your head. Glancing over your reflection in the mirror, you tried to figure out the best angle that’d reveal enough but not too much. 

Eventually, you got an angle you were happy with, only your jaw in view and your tits on full display. You cropped the photo (including your bottom half was a bit too much, right now at least) when his name appeared in your notification bar again. 

Too far? 

Bless him, he could see you’d read his message but left him without a response for ten minutes. Without giving yourself time to chicken out, you sent the picture to him. 

Sorry, I was distracted. 

He read it instantly, and it took a full minute before you could see he was typing. Then the dots disappeared. Then reappeared. Then disappeared again. You smiled to yourself, pulling your top over your head and flushing the toilet for good measure, before venturing back out and returning to the sofa. Dutch finally decided on what to say once you’d made yourself comfy. 

Come see me this weekend. 

If only. A weekend being fucked repeatedly was just what you needed, exhaustion already settling into your mind thanks to your busy schedule being back in action. Unfortunately, said schedule was exactly why you couldn’t. 

Can’t, sorry. I’m working tomorrow and Saturday. 

Fuck work. I’ll pay you. 

“What are you smiling at?” 

You glanced up, Karen looking at you inquisitively, Abigail taking her attention off the TV in turn to see what the fuss was. 

“Nothing?” you said casually. 

“You’ve been grinning at that phone of yours for five minutes.” 

“I have not been grinning.”  

She raised a brow, the look on her face turning to intrigue. 

“Please tell me it’s a guy. Or a girl. Or anything with a pulse,” Abigail pleaded, and you tutted while Karen cackled. 

“I’ve told you I don’t have time for that crap! Besides, I’m perfectly fine as I am,” you said defensively, folding your arms and ignoring the buzz of a message on your phone. 

“We all need a good screw now and again,” Karen said plainly, Abigail nodding in agreement. 

Don’t we just. “Oh, and Maquire is providing that service well enough for you, is he?” 

She shot you a glare, and as she was about to retort the main door opened, the man himself trailed by Javier and John. 

“Yeah, alright,” John said, his phone held up against his ear while he set the bag of shopping on the counter. 

“Hello ladies,” Javier greeted you all, beginning to put away their communal shop which was pathetically void of nutrients and taken up mostly by cans of beer. 

Sean pulled off his boots, hopping a little before it gave and sighing proudly when it did. “Any of you want a drink?” 

You shook your head, as did Abigail, but Karen held her hand out. 

“Ah, that’s why I love ya,” he grinned, handing a can out to Karen who scoffed in disgust before snatching it from him. 

“Okay, fine, yeah. I can do that. See you later,” John said, hanging up his call and letting his phone drop into his pocket. 

“Everything okay?” Abigail asked while John played tetris stacking the beers in the fridge. 

“Yeah, just my dad. He’s coming down this weekend.” 

That got your attention. Surely not - 

“Says Tilly’s been angling to see the city. He was just checking I was free to spend time with them.” 

“Aw,” Abigail sat up, “will we get to see them?” 

John shrugged, and your phone buzzed again. 

I’m serious. read Dutch’s previous message to you, followed by his most recent one: Looking forward to seeing you. 

You neglected to respond just yet, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself. That man worked fast.  

“Where are you gonna take them?” 

“God knows. Knowing Dad,” John sat down beside Abigail, “he’ll have already drafted up a full itinerary.” 

You smirked at the thought, a warmth growing in your chest. 

- 

Dutch was fond of John’s friends. They were a decent bunch, and he’d been glad to see their familiar faces when he and Tilly arrived in the city the next morning, dropping their bags at the hotel before coming to visit John’s flat. He reminded himself repeatedly not to comment on the lack of cleanliness students seemed to thrive in. 

It was nice to see John, along with Javier who he’d watched grow up with his son. Abigail was extra friendly, and thanks to a little birdie he understood why. She was a nice girl. They were all nice. But the one he wanted to see the most was unfortunately yet to descend on the flat despite John’s assurance that everyone swings round all the time.  

“I’m going out for a cigarette,” Dutch announced, departing the flat and being met with the doorway to yours opposite him. He tried his luck, finding it unlocked, and mentally chastised you for being careless. He wasn’t sure which room was yours, though he thought it a good enough excuse to have wandered into the wrong flat should anyone ask. Two of the doors were ajar, and after a peek, he found them empty. The flat was quiet, and he decided there was no harm in trying the closed ones. He knocked on the next door, getting no response and so pushing it open. 

Dutch smiled to himself as the air entered his nose; it smelled just like you.  

Thanks to the strange layout, he could see the end of your bed and a slight bump under the duvet where your feet lay. “Tut tut,” he hummed as he took a couple of steps in, “you really should keep it locked – oh.” 

His brows pulled together as his voice died in his mouth at the sight of you fast asleep and bundled up in your bed, completely flat out. He debated waking you but was distracted by seeing the inside of your room for the first time. A little nosy never hurt anybody.  

Hands in his pockets, he observed the pictures up on your wall and smiled fondly at the ones including his drunken son. Then, he glanced over the perfume bottles lined up near your small desk mirror, then to the books and paper laid out beside your laptop accompanied by an empty mug from the previous day. It was then that he turned his attention back to you, hair ruffled with one arm out of the covers. 

Dutch sat on the edge of your bed and brushed a strand of hair from your peaceful face. It was enough to make you stir, and you cranked your eyes open. He smirked as he observed your expression, going from alarmed to relaxed when you realised it was him, then back to alarmed when you realised it was him.  

“You really should lock your flat, and your door,” he greeted. 

You rubbed your eyes, wondering if the man had come to visit you in a dream though it felt undeniably real as you remembered your conversation with John the previous day.  “Or perhaps,” you said around a yawn, “strange men shouldn’t let themselves in and sit on my bed.” 

“Strange men?” Dutch looked mildly offended. “I’d hate to know what you do with familiar men.” 

“Very funny,” you grumbled, pulling the covers up to your neck. “What time is it?” 

“Ten thirty. I didn’t think you were one to sleep in late.” His hand rested on your lower leg, and the added pressure was soothing and lessened your motivation further for starting your day. 

“I’m not. But I’ve got a long day today, so I’m treating myself,” you shut your eyes and felt Dutch shift his weight on the bed. You felt his warmth over you before you felt the kiss he pressed to your cheek, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sweetness of it. It awoke other unsavoury sensations that you usually repressed in the morning. 

It was as though he sensed it, brushing his hand up your leg and moving to kiss your jaw, an added tenderness compared to its predecessor. You sighed contently, the comfort of Dutch’s soft chuckle reaching your ears. There was no option but to give in, your eyes fluttering open as you shifted onto your back, allowing Dutch to manoeuvre himself on top of you. His face filled with pride, but when he moved in to kiss you, you put your hand up as a barricade.  

“I haven’t brushed my teeth,” you explained, and he huffed a laugh. 

“I could care less. But, if you insist,” his hand travelled further up the path of your body, cupping your breast as his lips tended to your neck instead, which you bared for him gladly. 

“Was it really worth coming all this way?” you asked, lazily watching him trail his lips around your skin. 

“Of course,” he said, hardly breaking his path, “need I remind you of my lack of interest in desiring a thing. I prefer -” 

“- to have it, right.” Dutch smiled up at you, and the tardy realisation hit you that you were now finishing his sentences. “How was the drive up?” you asked quickly, hoping to alleviate any teasing forming in his mind. 

“Just swell,” he answered, trailing his hand underneath your pyjama top to knead your breasts. His fingers moved gently in circles, testing your tenderness as they neared your nipple and lightly tweaking the now erect buds. Then his mouth came down over the fabric, and he sucked one into his mouth, leaving a wet patch behind that he eyed fondly once he was done. 

“You know,” you set up on your elbows, craning your neck to look at the door, “I really should lock my door. Just in case.” 

Dutch placed his palm on your chest, applying pressure until you lay back down. “No no, you want to leave it unlocked, then you leave it unlocked.” 

“I’m serious,” you attempted to sit up again but damn he was strong, “John lets himself in all the time.” 

“Does he,” Dutch hummed, moving his head down to suck your nipple in again and released, “I ought to teach the boy some manners.” 

“Dutch, it’s not funny. Let me lock the -” 

As you tried to sit up Dutch applied his full weight onto you and mouthed at your neck while all the air was knocked from your lungs. Strong and heavy. It would be a comfort if you could only breathe, and grumbled incoherently at your body’s response to being trapped by him despite the danger of the situation.  

“Now,” Dutch cooed, lifting his head and running his thumb along your chin, “don’t you worry. I’ve been fit to burst since you sent me those pictures.” 

“I thought you -” 

“I did, but it’s not the same.” With that, he eased off slightly as you gradually accepted this was a risk you’d just have to take, and wrapped his hand around your inner thigh to shift your legs apart. “Huh, looks like I’m not the only one.” 

You frowned down to observe what he was looking at and were met with the moist material of your pyjama shorts. “Goddamnit.” 

Dutch chuckled while he trailed his fingers up and down your mound, and it wasn’t long before you were grinding up in time with his movements. He always seemed to know the exact pressure and pace you wanted, and often reigned it back some so as to keep you frustrated. You were about to ask him to get on with it, considering the risk and limited time you had before your day started, when he removed his hand to undo his jeans and pull out his frustrated-looking cock. The man didn’t even look at you, nor give you any warning, before moving your shorts to the side and sliding right in. And curse your body once again, allowing him the smoothest of passages. 

A sigh of relief left him, the sort one would make when sinking into a hot bath. He stayed there a moment, nosing at your neck and brushing his palm down your flank to your shorts, the fabric of which he bunched up in his hand. At least you weren’t wearing any underwear he would inevitably steal. 

“How could this not be worth the journey,” he mused, and you realised he was in fact talking to himself. Still, you sighed out a laugh. 

Dutch moved his torso off yours, straightening up to grab your outer thighs in each hand. His grip was tight, bruising almost, and he held you right where he wanted you as he pulled out and began thrusting in a slow, deep rhythm. His head tipped back, and you stayed watching him, the euphoric pleasure seeping over his face enough to keep you lubricated down below. It truly was nice to know you were the cause of such a response. Well, your body, at least. 

“Now,” his heavy gaze met yours, and he leaned forward to plant one hand on your headboard and left the other gripping your hip, “let’s get to it, shall we?” 

There was no room to answer before he deepened his thrusts, his thick cock thoroughly filling you. He was perfectly anchored to the bed and you, and being leant forward slightly enabled him to brush over the plush, pulsating spot inside you repeatedly. Swiftly building up your impending orgasm, you thanked your accommodation for not giving you squeaky beds despite their questionable quality.   

Dutch’s grunts sounded at the same time as his thrusts, his lips pressed together to limit any other noise and you did the same, quiet gasps leaving you on occasion. “You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” he asked through a laboured breath. 

“Mhm,” you answered and wrapped your legs around him, pulling him further in and it was the last bit of motivation he needed to fuck you into your mattress until silently you came, back arching and hands gripping the duvet beneath. Dutch continued to fuck into you while your orgasm ebbed away, and you bore through the over-stimulation until he pressed his hips as far forward as he could, filling you up as you felt his cock twitch inside you.  

Your breath evened out while he dropped his head forward to run a hand through his hair. “My memory did not do you justice.” 

“That right?” you tilted your head in amusement and he hummed his agreement while slowly pulling out and doing a poor job of catching his spend. Guess you’d be changing your sheets today.  

“Mind if I use your bathroom?” he asked and you gestured to the door to your ensuite in agreement. While he was there, you pulled some wipes out from your side table and cleaned yourself up. 

“What have you got planned for today?” you asked as he ventured back in, doing up the fasten of his belt. 

“Probably get some food, walk around and see what we can find,” he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, gesturing to your fire alarm that was tactically covered by a sock. “You really are a naughty girl.” 

You snorted a laugh and sat up, while he leaned on your desk and cracked your window open to blow the smoke out. “Are they not going to wonder where you are now?” 

“I told them I was going for a cigarette.” 

“Huh, smart.” 

He raised his brows in agreement as he took another drag. “What time are you working until today?” 

“Late,” you shrugged. “I’m on until close.” 

Dutch tutted. “Well, my hotel isn’t far from your work, so you may as well stay with me. I’ll wait up.” 

“I don’t recall telling you where I worked.” 

He smirked, tapping the ash out the window. “You didn’t.” 

“Then how -” 

“I have my ways. I can be rather resourceful when I want to be.” 

“No shit,” you scoffed, ignoring the slight creepiness of him having that knowledge. “But no, thank you, I’ll be too tired.” 

“The hotel bed is very comfortable.” 

“I said no. Besides, you have Tilly with you,” you said, Dutch shifting his position to be half-seated on your desk. 

“She has her own room.” After a final drag, he stubbed out his cigarette and flicked it out your window. He walked over and sat on your bed again, taking your hand in his. “Just consider it?” 

“Fine,” you acquiesced, “I will see how I feel after my shift.” 

“That’s my girl,” he said, a pleased smile forming on his face and moved in to kiss your cheek before standing. “Be sure to say bye before you head off.” 

“Whatever you say,” you rolled your eyes, and with that, he departed, and the urge to shower became urgent. 

You had ten minutes to spare after getting washed and dressed, and couldn’t find anything to busy yourself with so you ended up visiting John’s flat after all. Your friends were all there when you entered, Tilly offered you a hug, and Mr Van der Linde greeted you casually when you entered the flat, like he hadn’t been pounding into you less than an hour ago. 

“Here she is,” John smiled, “you feeling better?” 

Dutch’s expression hardened so fast you could feel it, and you grumbled internally at John once again unintentionally putting his foot in it. “Yeah, fine,” you said quickly, “just needed some sleep.” 

“Perhaps you should skip some lectures and catch up some more,” John teased. 

“You’re actually going?” Javier scoffed from the sofa, taking his attention away from Tilly’s phone where she appeared to be showing him a video. 

“You know I have to,” you deflected, walking over to sit on the arm of the sofa beside him. 

“Eighty percent, you can stand to miss a few.” 

With a playful tilt of your head, you raised your brows accusingly. “Not worth getting into the habit.” 

“Get me a copy of the notes?” he asked sweetly, smiling up at you and taking your hand in his to place a kiss on the back of it. As always, you could never resist, nodding your understanding with a smirk. “Ah, Mr Van der Linde -” Javier’s expression dropped as he look at the man in question, “don’t tell my pa, okay?” 

Before he could respond, Sean decided to get a word in. “My da doesn’t mind me not going, says it’s better I don’t get my head filled by those pompous academic types. N-no offence, Mr Van der Linde,” he held his arms up placatingly. 

“Now, why would I be offended by that?” he asked, genuinely, though Sean visibly began to sweat. 

“No reason! No reason at all -” 

“And on that note,” you cleared your throat, deciding to save Sean before he inevitably fell further into his self-made hole. “I should get going. Nice to see you both again,” you said, mainly to Tilly, and hoped Dutch’s devious expression in response wasn’t as noticeable to anyone else. 

- 

If another person asked you to make a cocktail, you’d scream. It’s a Friday, do these people not know how filled to the brim with students this place was? You weren’t even sure why you offered cocktails at this stupid hour; everyone was too inebriated to even appreciate it, and who needs to spend extra on a drink when they’re out to get as plastered as they can, anyway? Just order a shot and be done with it - 

“Whiskey old-fashioned, please.” 

You turned, half-ready to lose your job for punching a patron and were met with a smiling Dutch on the other side of the bar. 

“Seriously?” you gestured around yourself, both as to why he’d ordered that and why he was there in the first place. 

“Why not?” 

“It’s busy,” you grumbled, making an exasperated show of preparing the glass. 

“Fine,” he chuckled, “just a double on ice will do.” 

You offered him a grateful smile, scooping a few ice cubes out of the tray.  

“Do you always speak to customers that way?” 

“Only the annoying ones,” you shrugged. 

“I’m in half a mind to tell your manager,” he raised his brows, leaning on the bar in a way that enhanced his arms as his burgundy shirt stretched around them. 

“Do that and I’ll ask you for ID. You forget I also have the power to withhold... other things,” you slid the drink over to him, and as you were about to announce the total, he handed you a twenty. “It doesn’t cost that much.” 

“It’s a tip.” 

“No,” you lamented, refusing to be his charity case, “it all goes in a pot anyway.” 

“Consider it an apology for my being a difficult customer,” he answered immediately. “And as a sweetener, so you don’t withhold your oh so generous offerings.” 

You tutted and placed the change to sit stubbornly in front of him on the bar. “I -” your attention was pulled to someone new coming up to the bar, “hold on a second.” 

After pouring out two vodka cokes for them, you returned to Dutch. “Where’s John and Tilly?” 

“John’s back at his flat, I think, and Tilly’s sleeping at the hotel,” he sipped at his drink, and you smirked as he tried to hide that this whiskey was not as fancy as his palate was used to.  

“Will Tilly be alright on her own?” you asked. 

“Of course. I plan to return soon anyway; I just need to pick something up first.” 

“What do you need to – oh,” you realised what – or rather who – he was referring to. “I haven’t agreed to come back with you. Besides, I’m still working.” 

“When do you usually finish?” 

“When everyone leaves,” you narrowed your gaze at him accusingly. 

“Ah,” he hummed in amusement. “It appears to be quietening down.” 

He was right. The crowd was certainly beginning to thin out, and you hoped that in true student fashion, they would all leave to go somewhere busier once they noticed. “I still haven’t agreed.” 

Dutch’s response was the inching of his fingers closing to yours, brushing them over your own secretively. “I would really like you to.” 

“I’m really, really tired, Dutch.” 

“That’s fine, you can go straight to sleep,” at the raise of your brows, he continued with a smile that inched on his face, “I mean it.” 

“I could be a while,” you excused yourself further. 

He finished the last of his drink, pausing a beat before finishing it. “Just text me when you’re done. Otherwise, I’ll stay here until everyone else has left.” 

“Okay, alright,” you rubbed your brow, supposing it couldn’t be too bad if you did just go there to sleep. By now, your trust in him had grown to the point where you believed he would’ve put all the measures in place to ensure the two of you weren’t caught. “I’ll text you.” 

“Good,” he said, pleased, and stood. “I’ll be going now, then.” 

“You mean you don’t want another one of those?” you pointed to his empty glass. 

He gave you an almost weary look, and a laugh slipped from you. 

“I’m only kidding.” 

He shook his head, and for the briefest of moments your heart skipped as you saw his rare, genuine smile. 

“See you later,” you concluded the conversation. 

Dutch folded his jacket over the arm and offered you a secretive wink. “I look forward to it.” 

- 

It was another hour before the bar closed, and you swiftly grabbed your bag from the back room, pulling your phone out to message Dutch at the earliest opportunity. 

You opted for waiting outside, a small way down the street in case any of your colleagues caught you swanning off with an older man who’d visited the bar. He didn’t leave you waiting for long. 

“That was sooner than I expected,” he greeted you, and on the short walk to the hotel, you answered his questions about how your shift went. 

“This is an expensive hotel,” you slowed on the approach, and Dutch rested his hand comfortably on your lower back. Somehow, you always seemed to forget just how rich he was. 

“You think they won’t let you in?” he teased, and you nodded genuinely. “Relax, darling.” 

That worked. Your body softened involuntarily, and walking in with him felt natural, easy. What you’d expected otherwise you weren’t sure, still hyper-aware of how you must look to a passer-by at this moment. Or perhaps they didn’t care. Dutch certainly didn’t. 

The two of you took the lift, walking down the well-decorated hallway until Dutch stopped and swiped his card on a door. You let out a breath once inside, kicking off your shoes and sitting on the edge of the bed without a second thought.  

“You and Javier seem to have an interesting relationship,” he commented, untying his shiny black shoes and placing them neatly by the door. 

“What do you mean by that?” you asked defensively. 

Dutch shrugged casually, clearly a façade. “You seem close. I wondered if there was anything there.” 

You scowled at him, too tired for this line of questioning. “Obviously not -” you paused, remembering yourself despite your newfound anger. “Well, we might’ve had a drunken kiss on our first week, but it didn’t progress beyond that.” 

“Hm. I thought as much.” 

“What is wrong with you?” you said sharply, “why would you ask that?” 

“I was only curious,” he held his hands up before unbuttoning his shirt. “I didn’t realise it was a crime to ask.” 

“It’s not. You’ve no right to be jealous.” 

“Who said I was?” he asked, leaning into a chuckle and it only aggravated you even more. 

You huffed out some of your anger. “It’s pretty obvious. I’m not stupid. And you’re not as good at hiding things as you think.” 

His face altered from unbothered to mildly entertained. “I don’t see why you’re getting so defensive. It was only a question.” 

Your mouth opened to let a retort pass through, but none came. The fucker wasn’t wrong, he had only asked. In your exhausted state, you questioned whether you’d read too much into it, and frowned at the ground while rubbing the stress from your brow. Keeping so much contained was a problem in times like this, when emotions escaped out into the world. “I don’t - I just -” you began, feeling yourself getting worked up. 

“Okay, alright, darling. Come here,” Dutch sat beside you, opening his arms and you tucked yourself into the warm embrace. 

“Sorry,” you sighed quietly, “this is why I didn’t want to come. I get grouchy when I’m tired.” 

“I can tell,” he teased, but the kiss placed on the crown of your head balanced it out. “You’ve been sick, John said?” 

“Not sick. Just tired this week, that’s all.” 

Dutch paused, tightening his arms around you. “It doesn’t look like you’re going to have any time to rest in the near future.” 

“I’ll take a weekend off work at something,” you mumbled, almost on autopilot as it wasn’t the first time you’d been berated for being too much of a try-hard. 

“Why do I get the impression you’re lying?” he asked gently, and your responding laugh was mirthless. “I like most things about you, except this.” 

“Except what?” you asked, resting your head on his shoulder to catch his eyes. 

“This incessant need you have to work yourself to fatigue. It’s unhealthy.” 

“It’s temporary,” you insisted. 

“If you would only let me -” 

“Don’t you dare offer me money again.” That was a place you’d never go to, a sense of pride far too strong to accept his help. You could do it. You just... need to complain occasionally. And maybe have someone that could help alleviate the stress using tried and true methods. “Wait, you said most. What else don’t you like about me?” 

He paused, as though he hadn’t expected that question. “I suppose how little time I get to spend with you.” 

“That’s a cop-out.” 

Dutch laughed, releasing you from his embrace and standing to continue getting undressed. A feeling resembling awe settled in your body at how proudly he stood, in only his underwear, while finding a pair of joggers to wear for bed. He hooked his thumbs into the band of his pants but paused, slyly looking over his shoulder at you. You swiftly averted your gaze. 

“You’re allowed to look, I don’t mind,” he said with amusement, and you only looked back once you’d heard his underwear come off and joggers come on. You were far too tired to go another round, but you feared your body would decide otherwise if you caught a glance of him fully nude. “Here,” he passed a plain t-shirt to you, “I suspect you don’t have anything to wear.” After you took it, his face fell slightly. “Not that I mind you sleeping with nothing on.” 

You rolled your eyes at his teasing, for whatever reason wanting to get dressed where he couldn’t see. “Does the hotel have spare toothbrushes?” 

“Sure, in the bathroom,” he pulled back the cover of the bed and got in, clasping his hands over his stomach. “Help yourself to whatever.” 

You did, brushing your teeth, washing your face, and changing into Dutch’s t-shirt. It was clean, but it still held his underlying scent. He was in the same position when you re-entered the bedroom and lifted the covers for you to get in. “Thanks,” you said, laying down and marvelling at how soft the bed was, a yawn escaping thanks to your newfound comfort. 

Dutch reached over and flicked the switches above the side table, turning off all the lights except the lamp next to him. Then, he brushed the back of his knuckle tenderly over your temple, and it took all you had to fight an immediate descent into sleep. You took the opportunity to shuffle closer to him, and he extended his arm so you could lay on his chest while he was propped up a little against the headboard. “Get some sleep, now,” he said, his voice a quiet rumble in the low light of the room. 

As you melted into him some more, the bare skin of his chest warm and soothing, he put on his glasses from the bedside table and picked up his book. “Aren’t you sleeping?” 

“I’ll sleep better if I read a little first. Don’t mind me, though.” 

“Okay.” You pecked his lips, and once you were re-settled on his chest sleep came easier than ever. 

- 

The gentle motion of fingertips slowly grazing the middle of your back was the first sensation to greet you upon awakening, and you blinked your eyes open to the hazy filter of morning sun through the window. You were nestled comfortably into Dutch, still using his chest as a pillow and glanced up, finding the man himself in somewhat of a daydream as he looked out the window. He noticed the small movement, though, and offered you a warm smile. “Morning.” 

“Morning,” you half-yawned, stubbornly closing your eyes to nestle further into his chest. How he was more comfortable than the bed itself you weren’t sure. 

“Sleep well?” he asked. 

“Like a log. You?” 

“Just fine. You’re nice to wake up to.” He placed his palm flat on your back, holding you to him. 

“You aren’t so bad yourself. What time are you seeing John today?” 

“I think we’re going for a late breakfast; I suppose whenever he’s ready. We have a bit of time, if you want anything brought up to the room?” 

“No, no, I’m okay. Thanks though. Actually,” you shifted up onto your elbow, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and internally deciding you preferred Dutch’s hair in the morning, a little messy from the night. “I wouldn’t mind using that shower.” 

“Be my guest,” he said politely. It was nice to lay like this with him, you’d expected him to have his hands all over you as soon as you’d awoken, though perhaps he was tired. If anything, he was more reserved than usual, and you hoped he wasn’t beginning to have second thoughts. You knew better than to question him first thing in the morning and moved to a seated position before swinging your legs off the bed.  

“Appreciate it.” You picked your clothes up from their crumpled heap on the floor and carried them into the bathroom with you before having the most glorious shower you’d had in some time.  

Checking your phone once you were finished, you realised you’d been in the bathroom for a full thirty minutes. Whoops. 

“Sorry,” you said as soon as you opened the door, Dutch seated on the bed, now dressed and rolling up his sleeves. “That shower was a little too nice.” 

The smile Dutch offered you was warmer, more awake, and more like himself than he had been previously. “Good,” he offered out his hand which you promptly took and pulled you towards him to stand between his legs, and he wrapped his arms around your lower back. “I’d say you’ve earned it.” 

You chuckled easily, glad to find out nothing was wrong, and he simply hadn’t woken up yet.  

“What time are you working?” he asked, while you ran a hand through his hair and settled it on his shoulder. 

“Early afternoon. I’m off tomorrow, but I’ve got work to do – what time are you leaving?” 

“About midday. Don’t worry about it,” he placed a kiss on your sternum, “I’d prefer it if you rested instead.” 

“I’ll try,” you nodded with a snort. 

“I would like,” he stood up, holding your hands in his, “to see you more frequently, if possible.” 

“I’d like that,” you looked up at him, and the deal was sealed with a kiss. “I’m not sure exactly when, but -” 

“We’ll work something out. I have your number,” he said conspiratorially, an alluring half-smile making him even more irresistible than he already was. “But I fear Tilly will be up soon, I don’t want her catching you on the way out.” 

“Good call,” you agreed, breaking out of the embrace to pick up your bag and double-check you hadn’t forgotten anything. “Have a good weekend.” 

“We will,” he pulled you in for a kiss, one that was tender and slow and left you a little breathless once you’d parted your lips from his. “Thanks for coming to stay with me.” 

“I’ve got to do my part for the community,” you shrugged, and his face dropped into playful annoyance. 

“Oh, that’s how it is?” 

You laughed, edging towards the door though he managed to pat your ass in reprimand before you were out of reach. “I might add this to my volunteering work on my CV, come to think of it.” 

Dutch laughed heartily, pressing his tongue into his cheek and shaking his head. “You truly can be a wicked woman.” 

With a proud, final smile, you stepped forward for a kiss goodbye then opened the door, checking the coast was clear before stepping out. At the risk of Tilly hearing you, you offered Dutch a simple nod before departing, which he returned. 

It wasn’t a short walk back to your accommodation, but it wasn’t long, either. The weather was good, and you were thankful it’d been nice for Dutch and Tilly’s visit up. It wasn’t lost on you that there was a slight spring in your step, every meeting with Dutch making your heart feel that extra bit lighter, and life feel an extra bit more accommodating. After last time, you’d attributed it to the sex, to the rush and release that was a rarity in your everyday. But perhaps it was him, and while this newfound feeling was a nice one to experience, the low hum of guilt and the prospect of where this avenue of exploration would lead you left a slightly bitter taste in your mouth.  

There was a possibility that Dutch’s philosophical suggestions were imprinting on you, but you actively decided not to dwell on the many possibilities and instead focus on that, for now, you had something that made your chest grow warm and your breath seep from your lungs. Perhaps this was what you were missing, a way to dispel your worries and fears even for a short while. And perhaps, on some level, this was something you deserved. 

#dutch van der linde x reader #dutch van der linde x f!reader #dutch van der linde #dutch x reader #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 #fanfiction #my stuff

[klutzyroses]

Ranking Ikemen MCs Outfits (Standard Vs Idols)

I feel like playing fashion critic today.

First, I will rank their everyday outfits~

Everyday Outfits

4TH PLACE: MITSUKI (Ikemen Vampire)

This outfit invokes within me, pure revulsion. At first, I was like "That is really boring, I would not be seen in that" but the more I look at it the more I hate it. Like, ughhhh, what a waste of potential. Girl, you in the Victorian Era, why you dressed like that?

If I had a hot super rich vampire who thrived on spoiling me, you better believe I am strutting out in a different dress everyday. Paris would be my runway.

Maybe she's going for the "girl next door" look but then she should gone for a cuter top to go with the skirt. Maybe something with ruffles like THIS

To make it more interesting...

But nooooo...

If she was conservative, so be it but she's NOT. So the outfit is even less necessary and all around....blegh.

Conclusion: The outfit is bland as hell, the hair ribbon isn't helping, the shoes are trash. Thus it is a blegh outfit. Her saving grace is her wavy hair, cause I love wavy hair.

3RD PLACE: ALICE (Ikemen Revolution)

Ok so... suspenders....hm...suspender dresses don't work very often for me, especially not ones with long suspenders. They're offensive but...they don't look like they're good for much. They look ready to snap at the slightest inconvenience. The top is what Mitsuki should be wearing. Relatively simple, considering she is from Victorian England, but cute. The ribbon looks a little weird, like the designers couldn't decide whether it should be a bow or a scarf. The brooch is pretty, though it doesn't look like it really needs to be there. The skirt is very pretty, the design is princessy and girly and the frills are not overdone. The color scheme is a little...dull, especially with the dark over skirt...it could afford to be a little livelier. That said...the hair. Pretty standard, just like the other MCs. at least hers has a braid? I guess...

Conclusion: It isn't AWFUL just...a little dull for such a lively young woman...

2ND PLACE: MAI (Ikemen Sengoku)

Now this is a very cute outfit. Nice shade of pink, love the floral design on it, the splash of red from the obi (is that what it's called?) adds a nice touch, it's a fairly simple, clean look. There isn't much to say about it, apart from the rope belt with the red beads is cute too. It doesn't exactly say "princess" of anything tbh, BUT she is also a chatelaine right? So she does need to be a bit more practical...Points though for a slightly different hairstyle. Two cute braids while the rest is loose...not a world of difference, but it does sort of set her apart from the other MCs.

Conclusion: It's a pretty kimono, it suits her and the pink flowers make me happy.

1ST PLACE: EMMA (Ikemen Prince)

Emma hands down is the prettiest MC of the four and part of that is because she has the best everyday outfit. Not too much, not too little. The collar is really cute and I love the corset with gold accents and the blue and red looks pretty on her without her looking like the American flag. I will voice my discontent that her Hairstyle is...the most boring of all the MCs. It's like all of theirs, but it's just a bun...literally not much else is different. It suits her but...meh.

Conclusion: Simple but pretty enough to be noticeable. Practical and kinda elegant too.

Idol Outfits~

4TH PLACE: ALICE

Easily Alice is the cutest here. Pigtails? That's already two points. This is a pigtail-loving zone. That little touch of pink lipstick make her look so soft and pretty, the suitors won't be able to stop kissing her💋. The dress looks so beautiful on her, she looks like a fairytale princess, bonus for the shorter black skirt.

I have to admit, I am not a fan of that color. Normally, seafoam makes me SICK, but she actually rocks it tbh, especially with the light splashes of magenta and pale blue roses blending with it.

Those earrings tho....😬

Tassels on jewelry are a no-no in my book. And those earrings look like a last second add on, cause they do not go too well with the choker and the little gems on her dress. They don't ruin the look but...mm, not great at all.

Speaking of the choker...I'm a sucker for chokers and the gems match her eyes great.

Conclusion: She is a pretty princess, which is to be expected, she is the "lady" of the 4 and I would LOVE for this to be the standard look. I feel like if she started singing, the most soothing voice would come out of her...maybe she would sound like Ariana Grande?

3RD PLACE: EMMA

Oo, she looks greaaaat in dark blue with all the gold and ruffles, the pants are so Girl Boss💅 to me...though....the hair is a bit meh. It's not bad at all, just a little underwhelming to me. I also wish there was more colors other than blue here. Maybe if the gems and earrings were pink or yellow, she would be more striking? Or maybe add a dash of violet to the pants? Or have the inside top be lilac? The scarf looks a little out of place, it doesn't really go with the rest of the outfit but...I actually kind of like it? The only other reason Emma isn't higher is because the top 2 are top tier👀

Conclusion: She may be Belle, but she looks like a badass version of Cinderella👠 and I'm here for it. She looks like a singer with a powerful voice like...Christina Aguilera?

2ND PLACE: MAI

Ayee, check out the Princess of Azuchi👀

She looks amazing! I'm a sucker for hair streaks, and she comes out here rocking red in that ponytail (Is it a ponytail? I think it's a ponytail). I think its really cute she still sports her signature braids even in a different style, so it's still very Mai. Now...the outfit itself, at first glance I thought it was a bit much, but it actually works. She actually reminds me of Keiji with all the colors. Flashy but it looks good. She doesn't do red too often, but she looks fire in it with all the gold and purples. I love the mismatched earrings cause...well because they're pretty and it's a bit rebellious. Black nails...take a special kind of person to pull them off without looking too dark...and she has managed it. I also like the flowers in her hair...except for that really big white one. It looks a little awkward and might be overdoing it with that one. However...thigh high socks...👀

Now you're speaking my language. They look so CUTE on her! Combined with little black dress, she could only wear that and still look amazing. I live for the top part of the dress, especially the black sheer. Very Kai'sa to me and I stan Kai'sa so... I stan this top. The skirt might be just a TOUCH too much, considering the rest of the ensemble, so maybe she should've gone for just a simple miniskirt? But she can keep the pearls, i will never say no to pearls.

The kimono is still very Sengoku while taking a modern hammer to it, and it paid off in spades. Its bold, its beautiful and there is no question that this is Azuchi's princess, if not queen.

Conclusion: She is a literal Pop princess🎤, she looks like she can rap tbh, I imagine her sounding like Lisa from BLACKPINK. And I'm there for it

1ST PLACE: MITSUKI

This...

THIS.

Who dis?!

Now this is the look of a Vampire QUEEN👸. I love everything here, the dress is hella gorgeous, the purple and black is stunning on her. That hair is EVERYTHING, especially with the pearls, she is literally a princess. I love the earrings, they are gorgeous, but not overly flashy or crazy looking and add to the glamorous vibes she is setting off. The necklace is a bit much, I'd be afraid to wear it for fear it'll prick me😅 but she makes it work. Gold nails💅? Yes please. They go well with her glittery makeup, it's not too much, but just enough to make her eyes come out more. And if that wasn't enough....thigh high socks and fingerless gloves..?

Yes. Just....yes.

She is top tier in this, I wish she could look like this all the time. She looks like an A-list movie star playing a queen...with sparkles everywhere. And I can never have enough sparkle✨

Conclusion: Her everyday look causes me anguish and physical pain, but THIS is giving me life, oh nah, she could take over France looking like this. She definitely looks like she can sing like Mariah Carey, I'm convinced.

#ikemen vampire #ikemen sengoku #ikemen prince #ikemen revolution #ikesen mc #ikevamp mc #ikepri mc #ikerev mc #purely opinion #fashion is fun

[writerfae]

World building- The Royal Guard

Each fair fae court has their own royal guard. The guard is actually quite an important part of their culture, because the whole purpose of the existence of fair fae is to guard and protect the magic trees. Therefore the guard used to be referred to as the “Knights of the trees”.

Guards are well respected members of society. They are keeper of the order, protectors, mediators. Their purpose is to serve not only their regent, but especially the people - and “their” magic tree.

For a long time mostly noble fae were part of the guard (that’s part of how the noble houses came to be in the first place), but nowadays everyone who wants to can become a guard. If they make it through the screening test that is. And through their training.

The training

The training to become a guard lasts about four years. It is divided into basic training and what could probably best be described as “field experience”.

In that second part of training the guards-to-be get to join the “real” guards when they go about their routine more often, whereas in the first half they mostly stick to the training fields, theoretical and practical lessons and training with other trainees.

In training they learn to handle and maintain various weapons. Most guards already specialize in one weapon during their training, but they can work with several (some better, some worse).

They learn athletics, the use of runes, politics, de-escalation and treating wounds, among other things a guard needs to know.

The structure

There is one leader of the guard that stands above everyone else basically and it is almost always either the regent’s spouse or another close relative. Sometimes even the regent himself. Some have more to do with the royal guard they lead than the others, to be honest.

Under the official leader are the “leader” of different orders, the highest ranked positions one could possibly achieve as a guard. They are part of the inner circle and work very closely with the regent and the leader of the guard.

And since every order has several groups, there’s several commanders under the command of these order leaders as well.

(I’m not getting more into detail with the structure, don’t worry.)

The Orders

Like i said, the guard as a whole is divided into different orders (or departments, one could say).

First order - Palace guard

Second order - Temple guard

Third order - City guard

Fourth order - Hunter

The palace guards, like the name says, works in the royal palace. There’s three different categories of palace guards.

The ones that are responsible for the safety of the palace in general and the people who work there, the ones that have an eye on the councilors and, which is the hardest to get into, the personal guards of the royal family.

Being a personal guard (no matter for what person) is considered a great honor.

The temple guard keeps the order at the temples. Either those at court directly or the keeper temples that lie within their court’s land.

A special group from this order keeps an eye on the holy tree. It’s pretty hard to get in this group as well (also you definitely need some gardening skills for it tbh).

The city guard is there to keep order in the city and to look after the people (that also applies to noble houses). They (try their best to) stop argument and fights, help out people when they need it, they even step in as fire fighters and get your kitten out of the tree.

But they also take measures if chaos breaks out. You know, what a city guard does, in the ideal case.

And then there’s the royal hunters. Compared to the other orders theirs is smaller, yet still important. Hunter are responsible to protect the court from outer threats, they venture the woods to hunt forest demons and other dangerous creatures, keep their eyes open for potential dangers and provide their court with information (as well as food).

They used to have a lot more to do back in the older days when the woods were still more dangerous, nowadays they mostly make sure the peaceful situation is kept. Though lately they’ve noticed a certain shift in that peace, a growing unease of their woods…

Now some story related facts about the guard (as a treat)…

Halea, Maya and Talon are all guards in training, their in their fourth year now. Halea and Talon will stay there, Maya will most likely start an apprenticeship as a healer instead

Henry is main leader of the guard

He works closely together with the leaders of each order, but unlike some royal spouses, he doesn’t let them do everything alone and is actually invested in the guard, even though it’s not his main focus

he absolved a full guard training to actually be “worthy” of being responsible for them

some guards are treated like celebrities by the people of their court, many idolize them (lots of kids dream of being guard)

sometimes there’s parades from the guards (Talon hates it)

Gasira, leader of the royal hunters, is married to Amalie, Callan’s former nursemaid

Henry’s personal guard is Valentin, who he’s friends with. He’ll appear in the story!

Bellamy, Callan’s attendant, absolved a guard training (he was best of his “class”, but not many people know that. He’s sort of Callan’s secret safety backup, in case he gets in danger and his guards aren’t near

It’s not in the story itself but it’s more or less a safe fact that Talon will become part of the royal family’s personal guard and be Aiden’s personal guard when he visits court

My villain group named themselves the knights of the alder because that’s how the original royal guard of the Alder court was called

And as a last fun fact, though not exactly story related: the concept of the inner circle and the guard’s old name “knights of the [insert holy tree here]” is a reference to King Arthur’s knights of the round table

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#fastest worldbuilding post i made in a while tbh #writer speaks #writeblr #wip: the knights of the alder #writing #my writing #worldbuilding

[myotp-ruinedmylife]

Glass Onion SPOILERS

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I feel like not enough people are talking about the fact that Andi is clearly NOT a good person.

Don't get me wrong - I love her character, and I think she's better than all of her friends (though that's really not a high bar, tbh), but that doesn't make her good. It just makes her better than them.

The fact of the matter is - Cassandra Brand ran away from home right after graduation and clearly left her family and twin sister behind because she wanted bigger and better things. And I'm not saying that's a bad thing! I'm just saying it says a lot about her character and why she made the decisions she made. Obviously the Disrupters/Shitheads are all terrible people, but Andi was friends with all of them anyway, good friends, and she brought Miles into the group. I saw a post asking why she would do such a thing, and in the replies a few people said what I think - that Andi planned to use Miles just as much as he planned to use her. We can guess Miles comes from wealth based on several things he says (visiting the Louvre as a child comes to mind) and he was Andi's meal ticket. It just backfired on her.

Sure, she drew a line with Klear and held it, but she was willing to go along with him - with all of them - until that point, and just because Miles went too far with Klear doesn't mean he hadn't crossed boundaries or done bad or stupid things before that, it just wasn't bad or stupid enough for Andi to say enough. Until Klear, obviously. And like, respect for knowing your limit and holding it, but Andi's limit being literally blowing people up and not like, misogyny (Duke) or racism (Birdie) or manipulation (all of them) does speak to her character.

I'm not saying she deserved what happened - she absolutely did not - and I obviously don't blame Helen for viewing her with rose colored glasses after she died, but she didn't seem like a very good sister and she was not a good person.

I mean, that Helen could pretend to be her for an entire long weekend and no one noticed until it was outright stated to them means she never introduced her twin sister to her best friends or business partner in ten whole years... I have identical twin cousins, and they're different people with different lives and all but I honestly could never see them not introducing the other to close friends of theirs for an entire decade. Andi did tell her friends Helen existed, at least - that much is made clear in the movie - but they didn't meet her, not once, for ten years???

I dunno if I meant to go somewhere with this, but I just wanted to point it out. Andi is clearly a very smart, driven woman who deserves praise for at least helping build an empire, but she didn't seem to be a good person in her personal life, and it seems like she wasn't very kind to her closest relative, and I think that should be noted.

#glass onion #cassandra brand #helen brand #the disruptors #shitheads #miles bron #birdie jay #duke cody

[tvy0m1]

someone in disc keeps trying to start an arguement with someone because apparently a ship of theirs is better than reikako 💀…

+ im gonna pointing out that another person keeps bringing up terurei (as im uncomfortable with the ship, it kind of pisses me off??)

(also theres a lot of people who doesnt respect my rarepairs and ships tbh this is like, 🧍)

REIKAKO SHIPPER HELLO!?! DUDE I LOVR THEM SM THE ARE SO CUTE BUT SO SAD-

Also that's a super dick move- its like bro, as long as they aren't relatives, or its a proship let people ship what the want

Also yea I really dislike Terurei

[ashtraysystem]

The System Watches

Split

🐀: okay so obviously we've heard a lot about this movie but we wanted to watch it as a system.

💫: with being switchy comes the advantage of commenting on movies and tv shows!

🐀: we've got drinks-

📓: and a poptart..

💫: and those here in the headspace right now are Brooks💫, Sylas🥽, Elliot📓, Finley🦈, Maxi🎧, and Rat🐀!

🐀: Can we start the movie now??

...

🐀: seems relatively normal so far??

📓: ooh speaking to the camera!!

🥽: I dont get the appeal of alcohol

📓: why is he suddenly bald? Are we seeing through his eyes or theirs??

🐀: Bro I think they are different guys?

💫: tea is better than alcohol

🐀📓: SHHH

💠: what is going on in here?

🐀: movie, hush.

💠: ah, okay my apologies. *sits down to watch*

🐀: so are they all evil alters or?

...

🐀: his yells of pain is literally dubbed over wtf?? like his mouth is open but the sound is clearly a mouth closed sound lmao

...

🐀: does this bitch cassie have past kidnapping trauma??

🦈: insensitive much?

🐀: its my job 😜

...

🐀: is this his therapist?? who is she??

🥽: a switch definitely happened..

🐀: ah she is his therapist!!

🥽: ocd..

🥽: the system tried to get help, at least.

🥽: feminine alter, an introject maybe?

🐀: yeesh therapist lady has a lot of patients

🦈: ooh points for calling it DID and not MPD!! :D

...

🥽: Alters noticed so far; 4. Initial alter, Artist, Feminine, and OCD alter.

📓: >Movie timestamp: 22:46

🦈: fem alter is patricia! nice. :3

...

🐀: therapist sleeps with her files??? thats,, thats a little weird tbh. work-life balance lady, leave your work stuff... not in your bed. at least.

...

💫: oh, the child! hello hedwig!!!

🥽: 5 alters.

🐀: hgdhdj "i just ate a hotdog" i love this kid

🥽: "i stole the light from mr dennis", that sounds similar to our system's way of fronting where we have a sort of "light" where we stand to front. Honestly it sounds like these people really did their research!

🐀: damn I was expecting this to be a hate watch..

🐀: wait yo shit shes fucking gaslighting a kid!! wtf man!!! like sure youre in a life or deatch situation but its not cool to make a kid alter cry like that. not cool. accurate, but not cool.

...

Entire system: Chlorine???

🦈: a pool maybe??

🐀: *jumps* oh JEEZ bro

🥽: ocd alter is a protector..

🦈: ooh cute bra!

🎧: FINLEY

🦈: what, cant appreciate a cute bra??

🦈: oh shit shes really locked up now yeesh

...

🥽: okay this explanation of DID is a bit.. exaggerated.

🦈: .. therapist lady we are traumatized, not some sort of miracle supernatural being. we are TRAUMATIZED. yeesh.

🥽: Patricia, Hedwig, Barry, Dennis, and now added by the therapist we have Orwell, Jade, Samuel and Heinrich.

🐀: oof 23? thats gotta be fun

🥽: and she just said Kevin's body, but its assumed Barry is the host.

🥽: Dennis has OCD, so then the one I was labeling as OCD is likely just a germaphobe to an extreme extent.

🐀: wait both Dennis and Patricia are banned from fronting? Dennis bc obvious reason, but why Patty?

🥽: is Dennis germaphobe alter and just really good at blending? they seem like two different alters..

...

📓: they,, they check the cameras?? theres cameras to check??? I,, I don't like that,,

🐀: eh dont worry dude-

📓: More worried

🐀: yeesh aight.

...

💠: oh a new alter? I like this one, they seem nice :>

...

💠: ooh fun animal science facts!!

🐀: oof major ocd in this guy..

🎧: 😬 shouldnt have hit him girl

...

🐀: fin can you not be gay for like two seconds please?

🦈: 😔 sorry

...

🥽: the beast..? hm..

...

🐀: did,, did her uncle do something to her?

💫: oh hello again hedwig!!

🥽: dennis has ocd and germaphobia..

...

Movie: "Can I kiss you?"

Entire system: GGSJSHFHAHAHA

🐀: why's the 9 yo tryna kiss her!!

🎧: bro thats so ridiculous hAH

🐀: this kid man this kid hdhsjdk

🐀: GSHJDJSK OMFG SHSHDJ

🐀: okay to give you a quick rundown of what happened on screen, he held his mouth open against hers, his eyes fluttered shut, he pulled away and said "you might be pregnant now". IF THAT ISN'T THE MOST 9 YO THING TO FUCKIN DO HSHDJSKDK

🎧: his constant use of etcetera xD

...

🐀: oh shit he was sexually assaulted as a teacher by some teenagers and that ruined his career,,, shit dude that suuucks.

🐀: dood okay this,, this sucks. this is. really real now. like. some of the shit therapist lady is going over with him makes sense. history of childhood abuse, likely sexual in nature, and being triggered by the teens forcing him to engage in a sexual act without his consent triggering up previously dormant alters, like yeesh dude i'm sorry so much bad has happened to ya. we protectors have it hard sometimes.

...

🥽: ..she can make the dormant host front by saying his full name? Curious...

...

Movie: *talking about dormant host* "He's very weak"

🦈🎧: ......

🐀: um, guys you okay? Do you two need a minute?

🦈: We're just. Just thinking about Cecils. It's been a while, ya know? They're weak too. And its been so long that they can't fully front anymore for any longer than 10 minutes without getting overwhelmed and exhausted.

🎧: Even Ash is getting that way too,,

🦈: I just wish it was easier to help them both. Like, I cohost and everything but I don't get that same feeling of being utterly drained like they do. They just have to carry that with no known reason why.

🐀: ...

🦈: sorry, I'm done. Back to the movie.

...

📓: Kevin's dad is the beast, that makes sense.

🥽: There's likely an introject alter hiding back there.

📓: Patricia and Dennis haven't met the beast.

🥽: but supposedly the others have, which means only those two were formed after his father left.

...

🍄: aw he has pet mice!! :D

📓: ... his "window" is a drawing...

🐀: thats kinda fuckin sad.

…

🦈: no..

🐀: fuck man. Shit. He really fucking did that to her.

👹: Humans are disgusting, vile beings.

💫: I'm so sorry Casey, I'm so sorry that you had to go through all this you sweet child. :(

🐀: god this is depressing.

🎀: I think thats just the alcohol you drank Rat! *eatting popcorn on Rat's lap*

🐀: 😭 thanks pom, you sweet little monster.

💫: 😭 Pompom you precious thing,,

🎀: yay sad time hugs!! :D

...

🥽: this therapist is really going above and beyond.

...

🐀: EATTING IMPURE YOUNG??? WHAT NOW

👹: mm tasty *thinking of chicken eggs*

🐀: ONI NO WRONG YOUNG

👹: ... oh :(

...

🥽: the switching between patricia and dennis is interesting.

...

👹: Don't like this "beast" character..

...

🐀: why didnt therapist lady say kevins name to bring him out?

🐀: oh shit how did his skin break the goddamn knife???? it looked like a nice knife too???

...

🐀: ayye barry's hat nice!!

...

🎧: OH NO,, ((their guts,,))

...

🐀: I'm sorry hE JUST BENT THE LOCK???

🐀: okay girl you have his name now dont be a dumbass say it immediately like you mean it

🎧: oh god, saying his full name triggers a ptsd attack,, I mean I guess good for those who need it to stop him from literally unaliving them, but yeesh bro I feel I feel. :/

🦈: their whole system is in total disarray right now,, half of them don't know how long they've been dormant or whats going on,, I feel so bad for them,,

...

🎧: good thing she knows how to use a shotgun.

🐀: i wanna see a flashback of her uncle again to see if he ever got what he deserved for messing with Casey tbh.

...

🐀: NO. FUCK. DAMMIT. HER DAD FUCKING DIED LEAVING HER WITH THE UNCLE. how many times?? How many times do you think he did it to her?? And she didn't have anyone to protect or help her anymore.

🐀: This movie is more sad than anything else. Sad and frustrating. Frustrating to watch this system become such a mess, sad to see what this poor girl has gone through only to be dealing with this shit. God I hate this movie. but in a bad hate way.

...

🥽: So he's preaching about how those without trauma are impure because they havent been torn apart by the world. I wonder if she'll mention her abuse to him, bc then she'd no longer be "impure" by his definition.

🦈: ,,she has scars from abuse, and he's seen them,,

🥽: this will likely affect the entire way she sees herself now. Her trauma has been the thing to save her and give her mercy and life at this moment.

🐀: she'll need hella therapy, but yeah. Maybe she'll see herself as worth more now. At least I hope.

...

🐀: THEY WERE UNDER A ZOO THE WHOLE TIME??????

...

🐀: oh no fuckin way shes going back to her uncle after this i hope she tells on him and goes with one of the families that lost their kids in this smh

...

🐀: okay so i know this is technically part of a series of movies so theres a bit at the end that I didn't get that I think I was supposed to have gotten.

...

🐀: it was okay. I can see why its decently rated, but also why it's hated. Theres definitely a lot of stigmatizing about DID in this, but truth told to me it seems like they actually did their research on DID. I get that its more interesting to tell a story about the DID person who goes batshit crazy with evil alters rather than the fairly boring and sad story of how it actually is.

🥽📓: We want to look more into DID represented in media (such as movies and tv shows) so if anyone has any suggestions let us know!

#long post #swearing #caps lock #the system watches #system watch party #horror movie #split #split movie #stereotypes #stereotyping #mentions of rape #mentions of abuse #cw abuse #cw rape #cw gun #cw violence #cw gore #every cw #ask to tag

[autumnalfallingleaves]

Given that S3A was the last time the Plantars shared the main spotlight with Anne before sliding more into the background for 3B and the finale, I wish there would have been more hints as to their future separation from Anne earlier than just in All In. I have no problem with the trio reunion shot in the end, but I feel like the show only really put an emphasis on fixing the friendship in 3B.

*slams fist on table* IF THEY'D STARTED DROPPING FORESHADOWING ABOUT THE SEPARATION EARLIER WE WOULD HAVE A FINALE AND A SEPARATION THAT WOULD BE EASIER TO ACCEPT AND WOULDN'T'VE COME OUT OF LEFT FIELD. I KNOW AMPHIBIA CAN DO GOOD FORESHADOWING (the fucken. MOON.) SO I WISH IT CAME THROUGH THERE, TOO.

Tbh I just really hate how the talk about the separation in All In was just sorta... shoved in there? We really should've at least gotten some discussion about "what if the Music Box breaks somehow and we can't see each other anymore?" talk in s3A to ease us, the audience, into the concept of the Plantar-Boonchuys have to permanently split up. There should've also been more emphasis on the Plantars in s3B, tbh, so to tie that finale up better. I get that Anne needed to work on her friendship with the girls, but the show has always been about Anne and her adoptive family, and I wish we'd gotten more emphasis on how they make her better and how much she loves them.

If not that, however, then more Sprig, and more of his friendship with Anne juxtaposed with Anne's friendship with Sasha and Marcy and how they're different and the same. If they'd threaded Anne trying to fix her relationship with Sasha and Marcy (and theirs with her) more through s3A so the plots had relatively equal attention placed on them, I feel like that would have been a bit better.

#*gestures to all of this* yeah. #beans answers

[taylor]

I am seeking advice on how to proceed.

So the short of it is I don’t wanna have impure thoughts about a friend without them being relatively okay with it but I also don’t wanna make a friend uncomfortable by informing them.

The king of it is. We all have certain things that just kinda do it for us and are always a bit of a turn on/impure thought generator. For me it’s belly buttons. Friend has recently become more comfy in own skin and been sending outfit checks and some of them have been showing theirs off.

Obviously I know my friend and you do but in general would you rather know a certain thing implants impure thoughts into a platonic guy friend’s head so you can do whatever you want with that info or would you rather now know and keep going on in bliss?

honestly i'm not sure how to answer this, because first of all if you informed everyone you've ever had impure thoughts about, that you've HAD those thoughts, a lot of us would be telling people left and right (even if those people include friends).

your "impure" thoughts or whatever, are your business, no one can control them or knows what they're like besides you, but also unless you've had a conversation before with this friend and they WANT to know what turns you on, tbh if i were you, and i mean this nicely (truly i do), i'd shut the fuck up. it can come across as creepy, it can ruin the friendship - i mean, what is your end goal? to date this person? if so, i'd generally advise against telling them about "impure thoughts" (and dear god 99% of the time you shouldn't just be telling someone randomly you have impure thoughts about them). if you're not looking to date them, even more reason to NOT - again, unless you know, for certain and without a shadow of a doubt, that they'd be okay with it. then go for it, you know your friendship better than i do.

i mean maybe it won't ruin or strain the friendship and maybe the friend just laughs it off. you don't need permission from people to fantasize about them or think about them but if you make it THEIR problem and burden them with YOUR thoughts, it's kind of unfair, especially if you have a strictly platonic relationship. most people just want to exist and don't really want to know about what gets you off. (not shaming, obviously everyone has their kinks/turn ons and idgaf if you like feet or belly buttons, my point still stands)

you don't need permission from people to think about them, but you also shouldn't just go around informing people about it. you mention "showing theirs off" - are you sure this person isn't just taking selfies? most people don't consider whether or not their belly button is a focal point of any given photo. if people post pictures of their full body outfit and their feet are visible, are they "showing them off" or did they just take a selfie that, turns out, you can see their feet? what about this situation makes you certain their intent is to "show off" their belly button? And even if they are - a lot of people don't think twice about it, they just go "oh that's a cute outfit check and you can see my belly button too, cool", not "oh i hope this belly button turns someone on, i'm gonna tease them, i'm gonna show it off".

it truly depends on the dynamic you have with your friend. if you've gotten 0 signals from them that they want to know about your own thoughts, then don't bother them with this and just keep it to yourself.

personally, unless i had built the kind of relationship with someone where we discussed things we're into, what gets us off, what we're attracted to, then NO i would absolutely not want to know, i'd rather just live in ignorance about the thoughts going on in someone else's head.

[mycotecture]

this is a pic thar was in my dream last night that made me laugh so hard i woke up

#not joking btw #my frriend and i both had dreams w spamton last night and mine was an mspaint image of him that said DAD uh oh #theirs was better tbh it rel #related to a convo we had last night #mypost #spamton #deltarune #dr #dr spoilers #i guess #mspaint #spamton s spamton

[keijiism]

similar to the aftermath asks for sage and rime rut but mc actually gets sick the next day from going at it too hard. Could I request sage/rime taking care of mc with a fever from fucking hard the night before

gn!reader | Ofc. if i was mc i actually do not know what i would do w myself tbh...

sage

when he goes to check on them the first time and they're burning hot or sniffling he's Immediately worried. curses when he touches their forehead and he realizes they're burning hot

he's so sweet fr. he gets felix to make some tea for them along with bringing a lot of water. he watches them drink and eat to make sure they're feeling alright

mc wakes up from naps with sage sitting next to the bed asleep, his hand near theirs and a towel on their forehead. if they manage to see felix or anisa they'd find out he's been there all day, much more stressed/serious than usual

they Both know that they should talk about How This Happened Exactly. sage won't bring it up because he thinks he should take care of mc first but if mc brings it up ,,

thinking about sage's voice being a little quieter while he apologizes. mc just smiles and says it's alright and he's reminded yet again that they have a fucking,, heart of gold

"aw, you're taking care of me. got a crush on me or something?" sage only playfully glares, "yeah, i might if you take this soup."

"but you know, i think some people would think it's weird i still like the guy who got me sick" "....what" like sir how and why are you shocked about that

"are you sure this isn't your fever talking?" ??!@$#! "i liked you before yesterday you know." Sage thinks maybe He's the sick one. is this a fever dream .....

he knows he'll be able to joke about this more Eventually,, but that day is not today. it's ok sage

rime

this was not in his plans. emotional vulnerability was already put on the table and now you're telling him they're Sick...

rime is about to ask how they're feeling but then he notices they look a little under the weather. at first he thinks that it's just fatigue, but then mc says they feel sick and he's rushing over

"can you just, use your powers and put some ice on me?" "you want to get ice burn on purpose?" "...." rime is so elsacore. sorry . sor

he might not be soft the entire time per se, but he's definitely quieter with his remarks. partially to escape the look mc gives him because Must they remind him Why they are being forced to have soup in bed right now?

very much "you aren't leaving this bed or room until you're better and i will Make Sure Of It." kind of thing. on the bright side if there's a time to make rime do things it's now!

methodical... checks in on them regularly, brings them food, makes sure their temperature is relatively Ok,, that kind of thing. the routine keeps his concern in check

he's the only one who really takes care of them because gods forbid the others ask why mc is sick (Let's Assume they were Out the days before.)

the same question stands of hey,, rime,, "would this be expected for any future...situations?" and rime turns to look at them. what

"why? you wanna help again, sweetheart? even after this?" he says, secretly a little nervous but he hopes mc doesn't notice. "well, i don't think i'd like to consider this a one night stand, so."

rime's silence lingers a little before he goes back to treating them,, "let's figure that out later when you aren't stuck in bed, hm?"

tags // @diamo-chan @chubbywasouski @felixismytrophywife @bananacockatiel

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#last legacy #fictif #sage lesath #rime varela #last legacy sage #last legacy rime

[whaleofatjme1920]

About my previous ask: Don't worry about saying no! It's perfectly fine, thanks for letting me know, man. I hope your recovery continues going well, too! Comfort over writing, I always say. INSTEAD, would Scout, Pyro and Medic comforting their S/O do instead? For example, maybe S/O was having a bad day or got into a fight with someone and their ways of attempting to make their S/O feel better?

Scout, Pyro, and Medic Comfort

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Like, none? I mean, vaguely upsetting situations but nothing extreme.]

[AN: Thank you so much for understanding. I can do that for you.]

Scout

Jeremy doesn't always let himself feel bad days except when it comes to you. You come to him with the weight of the world on your shoulders and he melts instantly, wanting to do anything and everything to make you feel better.

Jeremy's way of dealing with problems is getting out and having fun. After you've laid everything out on the table, how all these bad things snowballed into how you feel now (entirely overwhelmed), he wants to take you out to do fun stuff. Bowling, going on a jog or watching a movie... All that cute stuff.

He'll try to handle whatever made you stressed that he can. Jeremy would move mountains for you. He also makes you some of his Ma's home cooked favorites because surprise, he has a knack for her cooking and literally only her cooking. It fills the soul.

Jeremy also takes a long nap with you when the whole day is over. Anything to get you to relax. He tells you really corny jokes, far fetched tales, does really off the wall things and makes you smile. He compliments you, makes sure things go your way. Whatever you wish, it's his command.

But mostly, the two of you go on some wild as all hell adventure around the city to get your mind off of it. It's how he works best, and he knows laughter is the best medicine.

Pyro

They're way more aware of the world around them than anyone can see or they even care to admit. When you come to them crying about fighting with someone near and dear to your heart, it breaks theirs! They hate seeing you in such an uncomfortably soft state of mind.

They're very pampering. They will cover you in smooches, hugs, cuddle with you, and they'll also bake you things. They like baking sweets with you, so it kinda gets your head off of it!

Expect to have a relatively quiet, not too stimulating night in. They know your nerves are probably shot, so they put on a good movie, some hot chocolate or tea, orders take out, and also listens to you completely. It makes you feel safe, and secure. They bring you a bunch of their stuffed animals, wrap you up in blankets, all of those things to make you feel nested and secure.

Pryo would also run a bath for you. I don't think they're hydrophobic but they get weirded out by water on their skin or in their hair. But, that doesn't stop them from running a really nice bath for you. They really, really do pamper you completely.

Pyro also is a big fan of a nap when all is said and done. They like to pet you, and hum softly to you. If you want, you can get a little destructive they'll bring you to one of those rage zones. They sometimes find that freeing.

Medic

You come to him upset about grades, exams. Your mental health hasn't been in the best state and well, it's midterms and you're not exactly doing the best you possibly could. And it makes him pause. He wonders what the hell is going on in the education system that someone as hardworking as you could be that close to not hitting a mark. It makes him reel tbh.

Aside from wanting to help you academically, he has to remind himself this is an emotional matter, not necessarily a problem to solve. He steps back from himself for a moment and takes care of you in a still clinical, but soft manner. He takes you out into the town, holds your hand and spends time with you. A cafe, some light shopping, a farmer's market and so on.

It's peaceful and low energy because he knows how much you've been expending yourself elsewhere. At home, he will take care of everything else. Lets you rest, and gives you personal space. He probably makes food for you as well, comforts from Germany that his mother and father would make for him.

Out of everyone here, he's the most likely to give you proper space for yourself to recalibrate. He's also just as willing to cuddle with you and not say anything while you zone out. He thinks that's sweet too.

Even if you don't know about it, he's definitely handling your academics without you knowing. He helps you study in ways that work for you, reminds you of assignments from time to time, he finds a way to make it work in your favor. He's a good mix of personal and professional.

#tf2 scout headcanon #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 scout #tf2 pyro headcanon #tf2 pyro x reader #tf2 pyro #tf2 medic headcanon #team fortress 2 medic #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 medic

[otakusheep15]

SFW Alphabet - Diavolo

I love Dia with all my heart, so I thought it was finally time I made a post for him

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He is probably one of the more affectionate characters. Not many people are willing to get this close to him due to his status, so he is all over you the second you give him permission. His favorite form of affection is when you sit on his lap while he works. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Him as a best friend is a lot of fun. He’ll constantly sneak out of the castle just to hang out with you. He’d probably also wear those silly disguises so no one recognizes him. You two go all over the Devildom and he takes you where ever you’d like. In the end, you two usually get busted by Barb or Luci, but it’s always worth it.   

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddles are literally his love language. He’s always coming up behind you and lifting you up into a hug or dragging you off to his room just to cuddle in bed. Being the prince of literal Hell can be so tiring, so cuddles are exactly what he needs after a long day. And once you two get into bed, you’re never leaving again.  

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He knows that he can’t settle down, but he would love nothing more. Honestly, if it weren’t for his responsibilities, he would have already dragged you off to some secluded house in a forest somewhere to just live in peace. It’s also thanks to his status as prince that he doesn’t know any basic household chores. He cannot clean, and he can barely cook without burning down the whole kitchen. He’s had to rely on Barb and his other staff for so long, that he’s just never had to learn. He wants to, if only to impress you, but he never has the chance. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I don’t think he’s ever even been in a relationship tbh, so he’s never had to break it off with someone. If he did have to, it would be bad. Like, I’m talking literal execution in front of everyone in the Devildom bad. He is a very patient demon who is very caring towards basically everyone. If he actually had to break it off, there would probably be blood. We don’t talk about it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As prince, he does technically have to find a spouse, so he’s down to get married if you are. However, the whole point of getting married for him is so that his partner can carry his heir, so if you can’t get pregnant that might be a problem. Not with him, not at all, but more so with Devildom law and such. Afterall, he needs an heir, and he can’t let someone have it if he isn’t planning on marrying them. He’d still marry you regardless though, so there’s nothing to worry about there. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is the gentlest giant you have ever seen in your whole life. He knows how big he is, and he knows how intimidating he can be, so he is very careful to make sure you know you can trust him. If he ever gets mad and feels like he might start yelling, he makes sure you are well out of range so that you don’t have to hear him. He also makes sure he never hugs you too hard or startles you without warning. He just wants to protect you, and that includes protecting you from himself if needed.  

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

A sucker for hugs, that’s what he is. It does not matter how, when, or where he hugs you, he just wants to, always and everywhere. If you’re in a place where he can’t out-right hug you, he has to be touching you somewhere. He’s lowkey possessive, so he loves any contact just to show others who you belong to. Hugs are just the best way to do that since they’re super obvious. And he also just loves you a lot and wants you to know. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’d say it relatively fast. he’s not one to waste time or lead someone on, so if he knew he loved you, he’d say it. He wouldn’t even care if you don’t say it back, he just wants you to know how he feels about you. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets insanely jealous, but he’s always good at hiding it. With all of the public appearances and people he’s had to deal with, he’s become a master actor. Inside, he could be fuming with jealousy when someone so much as looks at you, but no one will even know. He just puts on his classic smile and ask you to go with him somewhere for some “business” you have to attend. In reality, he just wants to drag you away for some cuddles to remind him that you’re his and you love him above all else. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are usually rather soft cause he’s so afraid of accidentally hurting you in some way. They’re sweet and gentle, and so full of love. They don’t come as often since of how much he works, so that makes them all the better when they do. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He actually loves children, but they’re always so afraid of him. No kid would ever go up to him due to pure fear, so he never gets to interact with them. It really does make him quite sad since he would love to get to know the younger generation more, and he just finds them adorable. Maybe you can convince one (1) child to talk to him with the promise of candy after. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He has to wake up pretty early for work, but he always makes sure you’re still comfy before he leaves. If you wake up with him, he’ll talk to you about what his day will be like while getting dressed. If you’re still asleep, he tries his best to stay quiet as he gets ready. No matter of you’re awake or not, he makes you stay in bed and brings (read: makes Barb bring) you breakfast in bed. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’s usually pretty tired by the end of the day, so he wants nothing more than to just pass out with you in his arms. However, he usually still has work to do even after dark, so he’s forced to stay up. During these times, he loves when you come over to him and just sit there while he works. That usually motivates him to finish up faster so that he can get cuddles. Once he hits that bed, it’s lights out for him. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He seems like he would be an open book, but he really isn’t. Trust me, he’d love to be as open with you as possible, but he can’t. There are so many things he has to keep hidden due to his role as prince. Plus, he doesn’t have much to share since he can’t really get out much to being with. He tells you as much as he can, but he always has to stop himself before he goes too far. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He is super patient. He’s always having to deal with less-than-ideal situations, so he’s built up a good amount of patience. Usually, he’s pretty chill, so when he snaps, it’s for a good reason. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Quite honestly, his head is already filled with so much, so he can sometimes forget things you tell him. That’s why he has Barb write stuff down about you so that he won’t forget. He keeps all of these facts in a journal in his room, and you have no idea. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He loves the first time you stayed over at the castle for the night. Not that time when everyone went over, but just when you came over. He was still busy with work at the time, and he loves how understanding you were about it. There was a short time where you left his room, and he was worried with how long you were gone. He was about to go look for you when you walk back in with some tea and snacks to help keep his energy up while he’s working. It was this moment when he knew he loved you. The fact that you cared this much for him really made him happy. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is more protective than anyone else. The entire castle staff will be told numerous times over that their number one priority is now to protect you, much to the annoyance of Luci and Barb. He also makes sure to keep you close whenever you go out, and he’s always touching you somewhere. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He would only have the best for you. Every date you two go on will be the most romantic thing you’ve ever witnessed. He would only calm down if you mentioned you prefer more lowkey dates, in which he immediately apologizes for not asking you first. He still wants to make them the best dates possible, but he’ll try and calm down a bit. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He tends to overwork himself, often leaving you alone in favor of finishing his work. He also gets way too overprotective sometimes, even going so far as to drag you away the second he gets jealous. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Like Luci and Barb, he only really cares about his looks because he knows he has to keep up appearances. He has to make a good name for himself, and looking good certainly helps. Barb also constantly pressures him into taking better care of his looks when he starts slacking off. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

It honestly depends on how close you two are. He’s used to people leaving him because they can’t handle being so close to the prince, so he might not even care if you leave him too. It’s only if you two have gotten super close that he might feel something if you were to leave him. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Okay, so, this came completely out of nowhere, but I have always lowkey had a  headcanon that he and Barb were in a QPR before. (for those who don’t know, it means queer platonic relationship). Anyway, I have no clue where I got this idea from, but it just makes sense to me. They probably broke it off once he showed romantic interest in you, but I promise they were in a QPR at one point. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn’t like someone who would try and drag him away from his job. He wants someone who understands what it means to be the prince of the Devildom, and that includes them being aware of how much work he has and that he can’t just drop it all without planning even if he wants to

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He’s bog, even for demon standards, so he tends to take up a lot of room. Honestly, he’s the kinda person that would spread out across the whole bed without a single care for who else might be in it. Let’s just say, you’ve fallen out of bed several times because he accidentally pushed you out. 

#OBEY ME #shall we date obey me #shall we date diavolo #Headcanon #scenarios #sfw alphabet

[danteinthedevildom]

Okay that is VERY 😬

What is it about Twitter that make people go “yes I’m gonna be best friends with this person that barely knows I exist”

There's apparently a legit psychological thing where like. Bc we see so much of an influencer's life and personality on social media (esp. places like Twitter) fans can accidentally make a one-sided connection to the influencer.

So for instance, if an influencer talks abt all the stuff they did that day on their Twitter, you as a fan are getting a peek into their life, right? And sometimes it feels like when the influencer talks to the camera, they're talking directly to YOU. Not just the general audience.

And you're getting innundated with this stuff each day bc you follow them. So you see more and more of this person, their life, and who they are. And esp. with influencers, engagement is a BIG part of keeping fans following them - so sometimes posts are directed TO fans (e.g. the "Tell Me You Love Me" Tweet), and sometimes influencers talk abt how much their fans mean to them personally.

So it can become easy to forget, sometimes, that this is a hella one-way road. You might see a lot of them, but they see NOTHING of you. They have no idea who you are beyond the general concept of you being "a fan". And even if you're responding to their Tweets, which feels very personal to you, your message is just one in a few hundred to them.

In general, too, friendships are made bc you see someone frequently enough that you form a bond with them. You don't really see someone more frequently than you do on social media, where they're constantly posting.

So when you combine all of that together, some fans legit think they're MUCH closer to the influencer than they actually are bc psychologically all the foundations are there to suggest some form of close friendship.

I think also there's like this feeling that bc it's social media you're completely anonymous. It doesn't matter what you say bc you're safe behind the screen and an account that in no way shows who you are. Esp. with the rlly creepy account that posted the sexual stuff abt Miura; they had NOTHING to link back to who they are IRL, so it was "safe" for them to say that stuff even if they maybe wouldn't say it to his face.

(Ppl prolly also just... forget that influencers are real people. It's so easy to put them on pedestals and to think of them as Better or Higher, and then just totally dismiss that they have the same feelings and sensibilities as literally anyone else. Just bc you can't see that they're uncomfortable doesn't mean they aren't.)

Why it happens most on Twitter, tho, is I think bc that's where the influencers are. Tumblr can be bad, yeah, like don't get me wrong - it rlly CAN be. We still have fan accounts for kpop groups and ppl still melt over Dan and Phil. But there's very few actual famous USERS on Tumblr; we can't engage with them in the same way, and 9 times out of 10 they barely even know they have that following here. It's more of a fandom forum, less an influencer playground - and def. not a form of social media most influencers took seriously until semi-recently (and even that's iffy).

Twitter, meanwhile, is a social media site geared TOWARDS influencers. It's meant to be a space for them to engage with fans, post updates, and talk. This is where you find the creators; this is where they tell you abt their lives and show you what they're working on. If you want to be seen, you go there. So ofc that's where fans flock towards if they want to be seen by their favourite influencers.

The greater influencer presence means it's a lot easier to connect on places like Twitter than anywhere else. And when the site itself is meant to breed that connected mentality - meant to facilitate connections between influencer and fans... it can end up creating a problem.

(Ironically, Tumblr does still have a similar issue, just kinda parallel; ppl here treat actors the same way they treat the characters they play. So we got a HUGE Real Person Fiction community here bc we're so distant from the influencers themselves that they seem unreal.)

As a sorta tangential point: it's a lot harder to post fandom content on Twitter - in part bc it's fuckin hard to find and in part bc you'd need to split some of my posts up into like 20 billion Tweets - so it's v. different in its fandom culture than Tumblr is. Hence, predominant Tumblr users, being more geared towards creating fandom content, act a little differently towards influencers than Twitter users, being more geared towards influencer interaction.

It's something we gotta be vigillant on as fans on Twitter, tbh. Like. We are talking directly TO the person. We are treating them that way in a space that is THEIRS and that they will PHYSICALLY SEE. We have got to be inherently more respectful and careful with how we're acting.

Esp. with a fandom as small as Obey Me!. Yes, it's much bigger than other Shall We Date? games, but the VAs are still relatively small-time, personal people who are shocked by the exponential growth they've experienced during Obey Me!'s two year run. A lot of them didn't even have Twitter accounts before this point (at least, not ones they regularly used), and I believe most of them haven't engaged with overseas fans before.

They will see a lot of what is being posted. So trying to keep it as kind, warm, and respectful as possible - and making sure anyone overstepping that line knows they've done so - is imperative. Esp. with the mentality Twitter naturally breeds in relation to fans and their influencers.

#danteintherambles #Kinda long oop. I went off on one srry folks

[katsuukiwii]

Levi SFW Alphabet

WARNING: Too much cuteness, read at your own risk.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?): Levi is very awkward when it comes to romance, that’s just how he’s always been. His usual way is making you some tea, or doing paperwork with you while you hold hands. The most romantic he’ll get is him letting you sit in his lap while he does paperwork, or cuddling. Also he doesn’t know that you hate the way he drinks tea but you still take it bc you know it makes him happy.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?): He would be an awesome best friend, because he knows you understand him. It’s not often people get to realize that he’s not that bad! The friendship would probably start through either meeting in the underground, or through training. He’d give you one-on-one lessons, where he would eventually get to know you better.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?): He loves cuddling, but it’s usually more favorable to him when you two cuddle. That’s because he likes being the little spoon! He loves spooning, but usually he likes when he has both arms wrapped around your waist, yours draped on his shoulders while his head lays on your chest. But he also loves when he’s laying on his back with you laying on top of him on your stomach.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?): We all know he’s better at cleaning than Mr. Clean himself. He’s also a relatively good cook! He’d love to settle down with you, but it would DEFINETLY be after the titans are gone, and it would be in a safe area. He worries about you!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?): He’d be crushed, but he’d also be very glad. Of course, it would suck to break up with you. But he’d rather have broken up with you than have one of you dead. If he HAD to do this, he’d be very understanding of your feelings, and try not to hurt you too much.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?): He knows nothing good lasts forever, except for love. So he’d love to get married to you. He’s just fine with commitment, there’s nothing wrong there. He’d like to wait maybe two years before getting married so he knows you’re the one AND so he knows you love him back enough to get married!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?): Emotionally, he’s a closeted cinnamon roll. So he’s SUPER gentle emotionally. Physically though, he’s rather rough. He always killing these GIANT beasts and training so he gets scared when he’s trying to be careful with you. With him, tickle fights can feel like brutal scratching because of his calloused hands. You’ve walked in on him soaking his hands multiple times, so he can keep from hurting you. It’s cute.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?): He loves hugs! His favorite hugs are when his S/O hugs him from behind, wrapping their arms around his shoulders carefully, and pulling him close. He doesn’t hug you regularly, but he does every now and then! His hugs are always the ‘as if I’ll never see you again’ hugs. He pulls you close, nuzzling his face into your shoulder, maybe giving you a peck on the cheek.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?): It takes him a while to say this. He wants to, he really does, but every time he lets himself get close to somebody something tragic happens to them. Isabel, Farlan, Kuchel, Petra, Oluo, etc. He doesn’t WANT to love you but he knows he can’t help it. He’ll tell you after 6 months at LEAST!

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?): Levi doesn’t get jealous, he knows you love him! but if he does get jealous, his face will be flushed a light pink out of frustration and embarrassment as he hugs you close, hiding his blush from anybody else around.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?): His kisses are short and sweet! But he ALWAYS lets you know how much he loves you in those kisses! Levi likes to kiss your cheeks, and nose! With him, he likes being kissed on his forehead and on his shoulder. It makes him feel safe!

L = Little ones (How are they around children?): He would be TERRIFIED to have babies. He definitely wants kids, but like I said earlier, he’s naturally very rough physically, he can’t help it! He’d also like to wait until after the titans are gone for this! He wants to ensure that nothing TOO horrible will happen, and that if something bad DOES happen, he can protect you all. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?): He’s usually awake before you, WAY before you. But mornings with Levi are probably the best part of the day for him, and for you! He loves when you’re the first thing he sees. He’s a sleep snuggler, so he usually wakes up with his arms wrapped around you tightly. If you really try, you can actually make him stay in with you! Every morning, he takes you into the bathroom where you both get a shower! He likes to hug you from behind while you wash the suds off your body, and you often see a content smile on his face! 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?): Just like the morning, you both get a shower before going to bed! Yes, 2 showers every day. Being in the corps makes you all sweaty and smelly, so it’s DEFINITELY worth the time! At night, you’re both obviously sleepy. Yes, Levi has insomnia but he usually goes to bed at a normal time because of how exhausting work is. You’ll both have a hot cup of tea before bed, then cuddle until you both fall asleep! 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?): Levi’s got a pretty fucked up past. He wouldn’t date anybody unless they knew his past! He wants to know that the person he’s dating will care about him, despite what happened in the past. He’ll reveal things slowly, giving you some details, but eventually he tells you the story! 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?): Levi, despite his usual attitude, can keep his cool easily. He’s very level-headed. Of course, he has his moments where he’s especially pissy, but he’s mostly able to handle it. He’s rarely mad at you, he calls you his medicine. Literally, that’s your petname! He calls you “medicine”  because only you can heal him.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?): He’ll obviously forget SOME things, but he remembers most things about you. He’ll instantly try to figure out a plan for any celebration like your birthday, christmas, etc. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?): His favorite moment in your relationship was when he was crying over a nightmare. Yup. In the nightmare, he had talked to his mother, and despite the dream being extremely wholesome, he still cried because he missed her so much. As he was sobbing in your arms you started singing a song, one his mother sang to him when he was younger. He started to calm down while you stroked his nose carefully. Yes, he was a strong, courageous man, but he still needed special treatment every now and then. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?): He’s very protective! No shock there. How? Any way he can. He can protect you emotionally, mentally, and physically. With you, he likes to be protected mentally. A lot of shit happens in the Survey Corps, so just knowing you’re there to be his medicine calms him. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?): He puts a lot of effort into special events. It won’t be the BIGGEST thing, but he definitely tried his hardest, and just knowing that is enough! Like I said, once he learns something about you, he mentally plans out events.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?): Not really a terrible habit, but he’ll talk to himself a lot! Another bad habit I heard is drinking tea, so that’s obviously one. He’ll click his pen if he’s stressed and crack his knuckles as well. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?): He cares about his appearance! That’s obvious. He won’t go all-out for you, but hygiene is a big thing for him!The most formal he WANTS to get is slicking his hair back, but since he’s ‘Humanity's Strongest Soldier’ he’s often requested at formal events. Also one of the reasons he shaves his face. Yup, he’d like to grow a little stubble, but it’s annoying to maintain!

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?): Levi has to spend a good amount of time away from you, since being in the corps keeps you busy! But like I said earlier, you’re his medicine, so without you he gets ‘sick’. By that I mean, he starts to feel lonely and gets lost in his thoughts. He’s obviously got PTSD, probably depression as well, so he needs you around! Short answer is yes, he feels incomplete without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.): He’s like your own personal puppy dog! If you ask something from him, he’ll do it if he’s got time! He stays awake until you get home where he’s instantly at the door, and he’s often trailing behind you to make sure you’re safe. If he WERE a dog, his tail would be wagging happily. It’s wholesome tbh!

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?): In general, he’s very picky with the food he eats. Sometimes he refuses to eat what’s in the mess hall because he thinks it’s gross. In a partner, he would prefer his polar opposite. So I don’t think he’d be into someone who's blunt, snarky, and monotone. He would prefer to have his own little ray of sunshine! He also wouldn’t like if his partner liked to keep everything in about themselves. More gross things in his mind would be if his S/O picked their nose or chewed their nails. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?): Levi doesn’t sleep much, but every morning, you’ll find a small spot on your shirt or the pillow. He drools in his sleep! You didn’t expect that from such a clean man! And earlier I also mentioned he’s a sleep snuggler!

#levi ackerman #levi headcanons #levi #snk levi #aot #snk #attack on titan #attack on titan headcanons #headcanon #sfw