#unhinged men who think they’re doing the right thing >>

[ethansluv]

my type fr

#the way the smirks look similar for Ethan and Tom #anyways 🤭 #ethan landry #tom riddle #anakin skywalker #scream vi #scream 6 #scream 6 spoilers #harry potter #star wars #revenge of the sith #unhinged men who think they’re doing the right thing >> #they’re all so fine omg

[citrinae]

caramel, salted.

sanji x reader

contents; you seek some free entertainment by venturing into the men's quarters. or: sanji is pathetic in two acts. explicit content, femdom, cunnilingus, facesitting, worship, smoking, sanji being his own warning. some fluff towards the end because i’m weak your honour. afab!fem!reader, wc: 2.6k, mdni. this gets lowkey unhinged at some point so proceed with caution i'm so sorry.

i.

Here’s a thing you can tell about bored people: they’re handwork. More often than not you come to discover about yourself that boredom throws you into situations that would never cross your mind, disconnects you from yourself and moulds you anew as you witness the outcomes of your decisions unfold like a side-street circus act. And as much as you could agree with those who say that you shouldn’t put unfavourable behaviour down to some higher power with a weird sense of humour, neither could you deny the thrill, the restlessness, the refreshing sense of freedom you feel any time you let your body act on its own. Sometimes feeling bored leads you down to feeling creative. 

Right now it finds you in the hallway towards the male quarters, leaned against a wall with your foot tapping uneasily against wooden flooring, a lingering “what if” pressed unsaid between crossed hands. What if, and why not, after all, when Sanji would collapse down to his knees at the smallest look you tossed in his direction. It irks you, truly, how you cannot get through the middle of a sentence without him complimenting—your thoughts, the tone of voice, ah, ma choue, apologies but your lips moved so beautifully around that word—or trying to get under your skin even more with his usual display of indiscretion. Like that time when he accidentally let it slide that he spends two hours a week siestaing by himself in the men's quarters. 

But you’d lie if you said you haven’t been fueling it yourself, with elbow touches and furtive glances and leaning down his shoulder when you’ve had a few too many. Sanji unlocks something vicious in you that you cannot quite place, or simmer down, and despite it all, you’d often watch yourself with astonishment as you poked around for more. 

It’s always so easy with him. 

It infuriates you. It’s exciting. 

Skipping a beat, you peer left and right for what you counted as the twentieth time before your steps lead you in front of an arch door at the end of the hallway. You knock. Once, twice, thrice, and you begin to hear some movement on the other side as you do. Loose, unbothered, “hurry up you freak”, Sanji trudges his step towards the door handle and peeks out.  

“What,” he says, but swallows it soon after noticing you. He’s at his most casual in beige shorts and unbuttoned shirt, uncombed hair curtaining a fraction of his face. His voice chokes up in his throat while thinking of a thing to say to you. 

His gaze feels heavy against you, and for a minute there you consider changing your mind. “There’s no way in hell I’d let you win this one”. Air piles up in your chest, stays there for a while. Yet your exhale is loud enough to make a decision for you. With a finger you start pushing him a few steps back, desperate to get inside without being seen, “Don’t say anything and lock this fucking door.”

He obliges, reaching the key to the room at a pace as fast as you expected of him. “It’s not the first time you lock yourself up in here, now isn't it?” You fold your arms as you further watch him rush the key into the lock. “You truly have no shame.”

“In my defense, sweetheart,” he leans against the door, his eyes glued to your figure. You soon notice he’s been holding his breath. “This time I’m not the one asking so enthusiastically to be alone in a room with you.”

You click your tongue. The room is dim and layered with wood that creaks the moment you press a footprint into it. Without another word you clutch Sanji by the collar of his shirt, glazing the surprise on his face with a kiss as you do. It’s a taste you relish, bittersweet with bergamot and the cigarettes he sucks on for dear life. Sanji moans against your lips, and it doesn’t get long until his hands are flattening all over you, too, as he lets you speed your way towards his hammock. Hands on hips, chest against chest. You rip a second whimper from him as your nails reach the skin under his shirt and dig themselves into his back. He kisses your jaw, buries his head into your neck. The low flicker of the hang lights and the sway of the ship blend with the staccato rhythm of your breathing; the salt in the air dissolves on the roof of your mouth like a broken promise. 

When his tailbone hits the bedding, he dives a quivering hand for a smoke and lighter. A snap, flame eating through paper. But before he can even take his first drag, you’ve already snatched it from him, greedy and cruel and downright captivating, pushing it between your own lips with a self-indulgent hum. 

Nicotine scrapes your lungs as you pull on the cigarette; ease yourself on one of his thighs. Sanji watches with his mouth open when you blow the smoke into his face. 

“Darling, please,” he breathes out. “I—”

“I know,” you say, leaning at a finger’s length from his face. The tip of his cigarette is all stained with your lipstick and he drags on it like a starving man after you’ve brushed it back into his mouth. “You don’t deserve to be treated so kindly, you know that, right?”

Acknowledgement is a silent strain that forms inside his throat. He places a kiss on your collarbone. “I can make it up to you”, he says, lips climbing across your neck and up to your ear. “Please,” simple, breathless, taking your earlobe between his teeth. “I can treat you like a goddess, sweetheart, as long as you’d let me.” 

“I was counting on that,” you retrieve the cigarette from his fingers. Seconds pass as you take another lungful and flick off the ashes into an improvised ashtray left on Sanji’s bed. “Now, lay on your back.” It’s an order, which he follows without protest. You know it’s a thing of instinct that he brings his forefinger to his nose while watching you slide off your pants and climb your way to his chest. Sanji earns his reassurance in the form of a smile and a peck on his bottom lip. “Good man.”

“Come here,” you hear him drawl, impatient, dragging your hips over his face. Without warning you begin to feel his tongue on the inside of your thigh and your breath hitches the moment he reaches your panties. At first, he doesn’t bother to take them off, his mouth delirious to enjoy your wetness through the fabric. Sanji turns out to be a quick learner, too, as he makes sure to press his tongue against the spots which have you sounding sweeter, tightening your thighs harder around him, and he seems to savour each moment he gets to spend entertaining you. He moans against your panties when your fingers bury themselves into his hair to guide his movements. 

Heat builds up in your stomach. It’s not enough. 

“You’re teasing me,” leaves you faintly, slowly. “I want to feel you for good, Sanji, c’mon.”

And you don’t know if it’s the sound of your voice, or simply the raw, unrehearsed ache to be touched which has been manoeuvring your movements ever since you stepped into this room, but Sanji is happy to further do your bidding if that means he’ll get to witness more. Fuck, and what a sight you are, rose-cheeked, teary-eyed, straddling his face with both the grace and urgency of a divine calamity; he’d never learn how to say no to you. 

Pulling your panties aside, Sanji is gentle as he starts stroking a finger inside you. His tongue readies itself at your clit when he heaves, “Like this, darling?” Your hum is soft, enough. He leaves a sultry kiss on your clit before taking a minute to admire the sight. “So beautiful.” There’s a strange affection in his voice that urges you to turn your head towards the ashtray where your cigarette sits now, discarded and forgotten, but you cannot help but yelp again when his tongue rolls so greedily against you, revering you, drinking from your core as if he’d been eating from Dionysus' hand.  

Even more than he enjoys hearing you, all dazed and unfocused, Sanji adores losing himself to the taste of your slick, adores it tenfold when your hand finds the side of his cheek encouraging him to keep up, “Should’ve had you sooner like this, huh. Starved and pretty under my pussy.” You start your own pace as you speak through shreds of sound, hips chasing your release in wet and messy bounces against Sanji’s face. “You must be thinking a good lot of me.”

Sanji lets out a heavy exhale. He did, in fact, shamelessly, pathetically, dream of this moment with you, a little after you’d joined the crew. Not once did he find himself jerking off to the thought of you, a smoky smile, your eyes on him, sweet nothings like apple and cinnamon into his ear before he’d smother you in kisses and eat you up. Taking in your perfume as he’d bend you over the counter of the kitchen, a halo forming round your hair where the light would hit just right. And a good number of nights passed with him trying to assess which flavour would work best with your voice while hanging from the sounds of his name.

“Fuck, fuck,” it’s ragged against you, sending shivers to your core. With your body swinging in the dimness of his room, Sanji feels like he hasn’t been weaker in his life, and it only takes him a meaner pull at his hair and a look at your bitten lips to come right here and now.  He continues lapping at you through his orgasm, the sensation he coaxes from you as he does allowing you no time for whatever tongue-in-cheek comment you might’ve come up with in similar circumstances. 

You settle on his name instead, and it melts on your tongue as his grip tightens on your hips, bringing you closer and closer to your edge. When you get there, your voice shudders on a deep vowel that you try to bite down into the palm of your hand. Wailed and open-mouthed, Sanji wastes no time as he licks against the dampness spilling over him, being taken through bliss a second time now with the image of your crescendo leaving electric shocks throughout his body.

The hammock is rocking silently under your figures. A moment passes as you stare down at Sanji’s lips, reddened and coated with your slick, parting for short breaths of air. He lulls your skin with a last peck on your thigh before dragging himself from your legs and reaching for the corner of your mouth. 

“My compliments to the chef,” he says, his voice taking to fragranced. “This was exquisite.”

“That’s because you haven’t tasted today's main course,” taking his chin between thumb and forefinger. “Would you be interested in trying, sir?”

Sanji’s goatee is still wet from eating you out. The corner of his lips hitch an inch higher on his face as he fixes you, languid and hot. “Only if you promise to kiss across the rim for me, sweetheart.”

ii.

“Caramel,” his voice starts through a cloud of smoke. 

You’ve been laying together in his bed, legs curled and shoulders peeking out bare from the covers. The room is hot and your eyes heavy and there’s a pillow slung on the floor beneath you shadowing the memory of minutes ago. 

You shift your head to meet his eye. “Care to articulate for us lesser earthlings, Sanji?”

Sanji lets a couple of seconds pass as he ashes his cigarette into the tray. “That,” he explains, and it tugs a brow on your face when he does. “Melted sugar. Not as easily handled as some would think. But it’s sweet, easy to fall for, and really sticks to you afterwards.”

“You’re such a dork,” you find yourself saying with a childish giggle and a thumb swiped across Sanji’s cheek. 

“Or helplessly charmed by you,” Sanji adjusts, finding your hand and stroking it into his own with a softness that brings heat into your cheeks. You leave it there. 

The door handle jostles on the other side of the room. You freeze. There’s a thud at the door, and later a hurricane of them.

“Open up you stupid pervert!” It’s Zoro. His voice is all steam and gravel as it bursts through the silence. “Told you last time if you can’t keep it in your pants at least be a man like the rest of us and own it.”

Three swords lean untouched against a wall you just now come to pay attention to. You throw Sanji a look. He slaps his forehead, hisses under his breath, “Fucking shit swords.”

The knocks continue. 

“Sanji he can’t see me like this,” you whisper, hurling yourself under the covers. 

“You with someone there, louse?” Zoro’s voice.

“Storage room, dear, go. You’ll be fine there,” Sanji searches for you between cushions. Then, to Zoro, “Have you mismatched your pills again, mosshead? Go see Chopper for a check-up.”

“I’m gonna mismatch your guts soon enough if you keep trying to be funny with me,” pressure on the door handle, flurry of pounds, a kick. 

With a short tilt of his head, Sanji points at the ladder leading below deck, and this time you decide to listen to him, jumping from the hammock and accepting the clothes he’s picked up for you as you rush towards the storage room. The place is dark and damp and you can hear the wood shriek above your head as Sanji works some steps about the men's room and to what sounds to be his locker. “Curious to see you try,” caustic, dismissive. He throws something over the hatch you’ve descended through. 

You put your shirt back on. Above you, a key is slung into the lock. Boots bite into the floor soon after.

“Now,” Sanji again. “Was it that hard to wait? Bad-tempered bastard.”

“Fuck off,” Zoro snaps. 

“Understandable.”

A pause. 

“The hell are you doing here?” he adds on; he sounds confused. 

“Wardrobe decluttering. You’d use one,” Sanji drones. 

Zoro isn’t buying it. “And you locked the door for that.”

Silently your body rolls through your panties, your pants. 

“Maybe I didn’t want you guys’ dirty boots on my wardrobe?” 

Shoes, "no sound, I beg."

Zoro says nothing. 

Your lungs tilt with the lack of air. 

Sound of metal against metal. 

“Got everything you needed?” Sanji presses on. 

More steps. Door creaking, “You’re weird.” 

And he’s gone. 

The sigh that escapes you then is loose, deep. You take the moment to press your eyelids close for an outline of your day. 

Sometimes feeling bored leads you down to feeling creative. Other times, it leaves you with a ripple in your chest down the ladder to the storage room of the Thousand Sunny. 

When Sanji opens the hatch for you, it’s with a wide, pleasant smile, and you don’t think twice before latching onto his hand to help yourself up. “This time. I’ll let you have this, for now.” 

Staring at the piles of clothing scattered about the room, “Next time we gotta be more careful with the rendezvous point.”

Sanji anchors to the most essential part.

“Next time?” he leans back, hand dug into the pocket of his slacks, his heartbeat dashing off his eyes.

“Yeah,” you catch yourself saying. Your smile is one-sided as you step forward, turning towards the door. You stop for a minute to run a touch across his cheek with the back of your hand. “Be nice and you’ll get another after that, and another.”

Sanji knows then, lifting his hand to his face, watching your hips sway their way down the hallway, that he’s been caught under your spell, fully, permanently, and he’ll do anything in his power to assure you he’s a place to return to.

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #one piece smut #sanji smut #mdni

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: Does anyone still like Jon Snow? Watching the House of the Dragon has reignited my interest in Game of Thrones. Tbh I never really liked Jon because he was too goody-goody for me. I love morally grey, chaotic characters. But then having one character who embodies the best a king could be, gave Jon Snow this weird dynamic? Idk I’m still pissed at the writers ... 

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

ISFP

Gryffindor

Lawful Good

Capricorn Sun, Virgo Moon, Sagittarius Rising  

SFW🌿

⭑ You weren’t really courted by Jon. Or had an official conversation about your relationship. You were just so grounding for Jon; you were a highlight in his life, a hope, a spark. 

⭑ You excited him. Not like the other traditional, gruff people he’s been around his entire life. But someone with ideas - with dreams. 

⭑ You’re the only person Jon Snow feels comfortable enough with to unload his problems. You’re like another advisor, along with Ser Davos. 

⭑ Tormund had a crush on you when he first met you (I think this man is infatuated with anyone he comes in contact with...) You guys have similar personality traits, although you’re a tad more rational than him. 

⭑ You give Jon knew ideas; about the war, battles, relationships with other Lords, and friendships 

⭑ Sansa wanted you two to get together so badly. She knew you would be perfect for Jon

⭑ She would create outfits for you, and make them with similarities to Jon’s. 

⭑ I actually think Sansa would ask you to be her advisor. 

⭑ You’re definitely more chaotic than Jon - maybe unhinged is the word? The quote, ‘is this the hill you want to die on?’ doesn’t exist for you. You on’t brush away a problem. You’re stubborn and determined. And I think that’s what Jon loves about you. 

⭑ Watching him in battles is gut-wrenching. You feel like the world will end if something happens to him. 

⭑ Jon never tells you what to do, he wouldn’t dare. But if there’s a threat, he’ll shove you into safety, if it meant that you would be mad at him forever. 

⭑ He loves imagining you two growing old together 

⭑ He’s a great cuddler; absolutely engulfing you in furs and his warm body. All you feel is contentedness. 

⭑Jon is stubborn himself; very much so. He likes his partner to be tough - to be ready to stand their ground. 

⭑ “Can you hold this for me?” You have a closed fist as you walk next to Jon. 

     “Sure,” he responds without hesitation, opening his hand, palm upwards. 

“Thanks,” you slide your hands into his. Jon chuckles, and your stomach soars. 

⭑ Getting Jon to smile, laugh, and even chuckle, feels like a huge accomplishment. Like you’re such a special person because you made Jon Snow, the moody, grumpy, stoic man, laugh. 

⭑ You always feel protected. Even if Jon isn’t around. He never leaves you feeling alone, and the way the men love Jon, they feel the same about you. Whoever Jon chooses to be his s/o is like being accepted by everyone. 

⭑ Jon isn’t big on PDA, but he will give you swift yet meaningful kisses; either on your lips or cheek. 

⭑ You absolutely adore Ghost; you give the direwolf more attention than Jon does. 

⭑ Jon is always so chivalrous; he’s the epitome of a gentleman. 

⭑ Arya likes that you can hold your ground. She admires people who are strong, and she loves that you’re apart of the family. She couldn’t see Jon with anyone else 

Relationship Tropes: 

Always Does the Right Thing, By the Book x Stuff the Rules, They Were Made to Be Broken

It’s Alright They’re Just Being An Asshole x I WILL KILL THEM HOW DARE THEY SAY THAT TO YOU

Both Having So Much Trauma That No One Else Gets It But The Other

NSFW🔞 minors dni!

⭑ Jon Snow is a tender lover. He’s gentle but firm, making you feel safe and well cared for. 

⭑ He may not have the most experience, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm. Hot breath, quick kisses, and light bites are a flurry around you. 

⭑ He likes to thrust deep inside you, making you quiver and whine. 

   “You’re too big Jon,” you whimper trying to look over your shoulder at him. 

⭑ When Jon wants to have soft, sensual sex - he’ll choose missionary. But when he wants a rough fuck, then he likes doggy. 

⭑ He does like it when you bite his nipples and yank on his hair. He does like to be the submissive partner. Especially when you make him call you sir/ma’am/master etc

⭑ He would totally be into blindfolds and ropes. But he’s the one being tied up and blindfolded. He loves giving the power to you

⭑ (this is female reader) And he has such a breeding kink. Usually, he doesn’t think about kids, he wouldn’t want to bring them into such a world. But with your naked bodies, all he can think about is pushing his seed deep inside you. 

⭑(this is male reader) Jon likes to be the top; but after getting used to being with a man. He’ll be more comfortable with the thought of being bottomed. I think he would like the feeling since he has so much responsibility on his shoulders. It’s like you’re unburdening him. 

#jon snow #jon snow x reader #jon snow headcanons #game of thrones #GoT #GoT x reader #GoT headcanons #dating would include #house of the dragon #aegon targaryen #game of thrones headcanon #kit harrington #stark #house stark #sansa stark #arya stark #bran stark #daenerys targeryan

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Gay wrongs tournament, round 1 of the major bracket

Propaganda:

For Arsene Lupin III and Jigen Daisuke :

The start of be gay do crime! Jigen literally buys Lupin flowers while Lupin calls him "Jigen-chan" but they also shoot and kill and steal!!!

Lupin and Jigen have been Partners in Crime (and more) for over 50 years of media history. From the very beginning, when Jigen thinks Lupin has died in Part 1 episode 13 he openly weeps, tears streaming down his face and everything. Earlier that same episode Lupin tells Jigen he looked sexy in the maid costume he wore for the heist. In Part 5, they pretend to be two old men living together in an apartment above a cafe. They bicker like an old married couple. People are tying to track Lupin in the first half of the season and this: ‘As Lupin’s Lover where ever he is Lupin must be too’ is said about Jigen. In Part 6, Lupin keeps giving Jigen flowers. (He’s buying the flowers to keep an eye on someone and doesn’t want to look suspicious but he gives them to Jigen, after telling the store owner their for his wife) he calls Jigen either a ‘Fuzzy Angel’ (sub) or Hairy Hunk (dub). Jigen also tries to break Lupin from mindcontrol by bringing up their partnership. Like Sub line is ‘I’ve always been your partner man’ and the Dub line is ‘is that any way to treat your partner?’. The biggest thing though is in Lupin Zero, where Lupin declares he’s going to make his first official heist as Lupin III. He walks up to Jigen, places his hand on his chest, closes his hand and draws it back to himself then asks Jigen ‘So Jigen…was I able to steal it?’ To which Jigen replies ‘I’d say so’ while pulling his hat down over his face. Lupin’s ‘first real heist’ was STEALING JIGEN’S HEART! Also in Lupin III vs Cats eye Lupin pats Jigen on the ass (sound effect and everything) and Jigen doesn’t even react. There’s way more stuff from various movies and specials, this is just some of what jumps to mind right now. They may not be CANON but they’re pretty close :)

They are in fact husbands and they do be murderin’ (since 1960)

For Heavy and Medic:

Unhinged mercenaries waging unending war

They're so deeply in gay love that gameplay-wise they're one of the most formidable threats in the game when together. This is because gay love is the most powerful force in the world, which allows them to do so much murder. In the comic, Heavy goes berserk and kills the heavy weapons expert of the Team Fortress Classic team after he kills Medic, and Medic escapes death by swindling the devil. He stole the Team Fortress Classic team's souls by surgically extracting them and sewing them into himself, so even though he already sold his soul, the devil doesn't have the majority of his soul because he has 8 more.

#gay wrongs tournament round 1 #team fortress 2 #lupin the third #heavy medicine #team fortress heavy #team fortress medic #jigen daisuke #lupin iii #lupin

[katasstrophy]

I feel like I've seen every Bluelock boy paired with a very cute, very bubbly, and chill gf/reader before, but I haven't seen any of them paired with a cool and competent or even bossier type. Are there any guys you think of liking that type??? Or maybe just deserve that type to be kept in line lmao 🤣

nonnie!! 😳 NONNIE UR BRAIN I’M GIVING IT A THOUSAND KISSES UR SOOO RIGHT FOR THIS!!! i guess it doesn’t really show with the fics i’ve uploaded so far – which is a damn shame, i should fix that – but i am absolutely all for readers who are just… out there, ya know? they’re prickly, or easy to anger, or sardonic as all hell, or way too clever for their own good or yes yes, bossy<3 i eat that shit UP like it’s my last meal. this is not to say i don’t enjoy sweet, bubbly readers (bc i do!) but the type you describe just… scratches a certain itch iykwim 👁️👁️

i think one of my first posts ever about blue lock on this blog (cw. mid writing LMAO) was exactly about this. obviously most of the blue lock guys are only extreme egoists when they’re playing soccer, but i do think that aspect of their lives will ultimately start to bleed into their personality as they grow up/go pro. so having someone who’s just like “yeah that’s great and all but if you won’t make it to date night i’ll leave your sorry ass” is just. so sexy to them like?? they haven’t gotten their ego knocked down a peg in a while so i think they’d be drawn to a partner like that askdhxnbz idk if i’m explaining this very well but as far as i’m concerned all blue lock boys deserve an unhinged reader lol 😤

THAT BEING SAID!!! >:))) i have a top three list of blue lock men who i, personally, would love to put in their place and encourage anyone out there to do so as well LOL

1. MICHAEL KAISER — this cocky motherfucker ugh need i say more 🙄 the urge to censor his name was real strong but i persevered still cannot believe i’m (sadly) attracted to this horrible, horrible man. he’s sooo insufferable and just so obsessed with himself like he unironically refers to himself as the emperor when i tell you there’s nothing i want more than to make this man beg on his knees i mean it – what a pretty sight that would be hm? <3 all his past lovers probably treated him like he was god’s greatest gift to women (HE IS NOT) – and by now he’s not only used to it but comes to expect it – so when he meets you and you’re like “mm you’re kind of a prick leave me alone thenk yew✨✨” he’s just. so scandalized LMFAO suddenly he’s the one chasing after you and vying for a shred of your attention oooohh yes that’s exactly what he deserves how it should be

2. ITOSHI SAE — listen he might be my precious babygirl now but i used to hate this mans guts like no other and that little resentment still lives on in my heart in the form of wanting this man’s downfall to be a woman like don’t tell me that’s not the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. he’s just so single-mindedly focused on soccer – japan’s treasure and what not – and thinks he can get away with being an asshole because of it but you place down your foot and tell him to cut the bullshit or you’ll find someone who treats you better (AMEN SISTER) and suddenly he’s grappling with the reality that shit he might just fall apart without you yes girl make him suffer

3. OLIVER AIKU — i couldn’t not include the resident fuckboy here mmmm the possibilities for him are endless and each one more delicious than the last. he might not be as insufferable as the others but he still thinks extremely highly of himself, especially when it comes to his way with the ladies. typical “oh no i don’t do relationships” kinda guy who can show you a good time for a night before dipping in the morning – and you just don’t want that. so you reject his advances, say you’re not interested and move on, but for some reason, oliver can’t. literally physically wounds his pride when he crawls back for a second chance but you don’t budge, still wary of him due to his past behavior unless he can show you otherwise. and the way he scrambles to prove himself as trustworthy to you? god tier groveling from a man YUMM

#—ping! new message from (anon) #AKSHHDJD THIS GOT SO LONG AND RAMBLY AGAIN SORRY!! #but you have a fat juicy brain on you nonnie #idk if this is exactly what you wanted but these are the thoughts that jumped out so hope that’s okay!! <3 #blue lock x reader #—bllk.thoughts!

[meepmoopdraws2]

Since my hand has been hurting too much to draw I give you my unhinged unfiltered not proofread thoughts… K so like I know what Ryan and Oliver keep saying… and I hear them… vulnerable this… new that… I love you to the core blah blah… but I need them to be so realistic about this. What do you mean we’re going to see them interact in new ways we haven’t seen before. Um yeah freakin right… the only difference is going to be that their going to acknowledge that their doing it in front of our salad. NEW? U mean they’re gonna flirt, cry, be touchy, be parental, be honest, be gay, be nervous, happy, not subtle, never not together, telling each other everything? Angsty when they’re sad? NEW? WHY DO U THINK WE SHIP THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE. Sorry it’s making me laugh but I just don’t believe them “new”. New my a*s. You’re just going admit that we’re not complete clowns. The only ONLY thing that would be new that I can think of is them actually talking about their relationships. Buck dating a guy and Eddie’s sexuality arc? But not their dynamic. That will not be new. Just louder?

Side note: Since the beginning of this show Ive been rooting for a bisexual Buck who just is. He knows who he is, Maddie does, and people are just oblivious. Basically that the extent of his “coming out” is him just talking about whatever and it’s a non thing… like “omg I dated this guy who was obsessed with alligators” and we move on. Its so powerful to have that kind of rep too. Even if they have a realization arc for him this season I would rather it be something more along the lines of him getting asked out by a guy or vice versa and him being like “at some point I felt like I had to fit the majority so I just stopped letting myself feel anything for men. Ive always liked them ive been with them…” so on and so forth. Or “yeah blank asked me out and we had fun” and blank is a guy and no one is like “U LIKE MEN?!” Or even if they are he’s just like “yeah haven’t you been knew?” Imo the realization arc there should be more Eddie realizing he’s jealous of Buck even when he’s with a guy”

On the other hand-Eddie’s sexuality arc is a really beautiful opportunity. Especially him talking with Athena and Bobby. Cause I feel like Eddie would have so much guilt or has so much guilt. Like he feels like he wasted so much of Shannon’s life when he was never able to love her in the way she loved him and then she died. And Bathena are obviously like “sometimes life works out that way but you got Christopher and a beautiful friendship and nothing would change that-do you really think she would hold that against you.” And Bobby is like “I got a second chance” Athena js like “I don’t regret that love it led me to such a beautiful thing.” Etc etc. and Eddie realizes Athena is Buck. Okay now im rambling and incoherent byee

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #oliver stark #ryan guzman #buddie thoughts #buddie fandom #911 on abc #911 season 7 #buckley diaz family

[robininthelabyrinth]

For the miniprompts: a follow up for the unhinged Yangli one? Let her and Jgy be unhinged together, they both deserve it.

cont to this ficlet

“I could make it cheap.”

“No.”

“One coin. Any denomination, I’m not picky.”

“No.”

“Would you consider barter?” Jiang Yanli thought about it. “I accept sexual services.”

Jin Guangyao’s attempts to keep from smiling failed completely, the neutral expression he so prided himself on being able to maintain in any situation cracking in the face of Jiang Yanli’s teasing – as it so often did.

“I should hope you do,” he said dryly. “Given that you’re my wife.”

She beamed at him. “Oh yes, I know,” she said. “I remember. I was there!”

Jin Guangyao finally gave up and started laughing.

“I liked it much better than my first marriage,” Jiang Yanli said thoughtfully. “Everyone patting you on the back about how wonderfully noble you were for marrying your brother’s poor widow and raise Jin Ling as your own and all that…you know, I think Chifeng-zun was the only one who knew what was actually happening? I’m glad you changed your mind about wanting me to kill him.”

“Well, with my father out of the way, it became much easier to manage him,” Jin Guangyao said humbly, though he, too, was pleased about having changed his mind about having Jiang Yanli assassinate Nie Mingjue – even if it was mostly because the other man’s mixture of surprising insightfulness, aggravated righteousness, and growing sense of general resignation that those he loved were going to do whatever they wanted no matter what he said made his commentary especially funny. He’d actually rolled his eyes when Lan Xichen had commiserated with Jin Guanyao about having to break his engagement with Qin Su in favor of Jiang Yanli – it turned out to be tremendously piquant to have an audience in the know. “Anyway, thank you for improving my mood, but I’m still not paying you to murder those men.”

“But they were rude to you!”

“That’s hardly a crime.”

“They insulted me.”

Jin Guangyao frowned at once. “They did?”

“Well, they insulted my husband, which is insulting me,” Jiang Yanli amended. “But really, they’re being such awful people about everything – even your Watchtower idea. We’re clearly better off without them. Why won’t you let me kill them?”

Jin Guangyao arched his eyebrows at her. “Are you suggesting that I’m restraining you from doing something you want? You’re free to do as you like, you know that.”

Jiang Yanli pouted. “I’m a professional. I don’t do freebies – it’s far too easy to get into bad habits that way, solving all your problems with the same solution rather than thinking of them individually.”

Jin Guangyao considered that.

“Hmm,” he said. “You might have a point. I mean, I’d planned to have the entire clan slaughtered discreetly, but you’re right, I really shouldn’t do the same thing each time. Maybe a targeted assassination really is the right approach this time around.”

“And you tell me not to overreact,” Jiang Yanli sighed, shaking her head and pressing her lips to his cheek. “Now – let’s talk terms.”

Jin Guangyao put on his best innocent expression. “I thought you said you accepted sexual services…?”

#mdzs #jiang yanli #jin guangyao #my fic #my fics #alt headcanons

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Alright we're gonna do our first big compilation of my longass notes for a friend of the blogs fic, obviously we mUST start with The Thunder Answered Back by @spicymiilk

Fair warning, I would read the whole fic before reading my notes and laughing/crying along with me. I do think you can go chapter by chapter if you wish. Also a fair warning, I usually cull my notes before posting a fic comment; I really let myself go wild here. Proceed with caution.

Chapter one I didn't have too many notes bc I was deep in it and also there wasn't too too much cringe. Idk if this is well known about me, but I can watch like, hardcore porn or gore and not flinch. I used to watch Animal Planet vet shows while eating cheese its when I got home from school, just munching away while they did surgery on little puppies. But if you write even a tiny bit of cringe it takes me like 5 business days to recover. I fully cannot look at the screen. I will leave the room if an awkward conversation happens in my tv show. I also can't not react to cuteness as well. These notes were mental escapes a lot of the time in this fic, like mother of GOD I want to die even imagining these conversations. Mortifying. Anyways.

Unhinged things I would say on the google doc but here!

DIALOGUE, dialogue, dialogue, dialogue. It can make or break a piece and it CARRIED in this one. It's so very cringe and realistic lol. Dialogue is usually the hardest for writers but I don't think our man here has this problem lol.

Great setting as well, I can feel the heat. A setting you can physically feel is so immersive, it sucks you right in, and my ass has never been to Italy but I've been on a dock and I've been in a hot thunderstorm and I can feel it all.

Obsessed with the way Spider steps into the house and Neytiri's like "dinner, gayboy??" like she was on his ass instantly skskskks. HER LITTLE SLIGHTS AT HIM?? EXPLAIN, LOL. WHAT DID THE CHILD DO? Reminds me of the time my friends mom asked me to stop calling her Chris and I didn't understand why and just blurted back "Okay, Chris." It's just so funny to me when she hates Spider in modern fics, because there's no systemic context it's just her beefing with a small child oddly lol. Having read the whole fic now, it's just Quarich's racism connection, I believe.

I am obsessed with the plight of the boys. Obviously Spider needs to leave, but I'm hoping Lo'ak escapes the military industrial complex lol. I'm so torn. I had Sully fam on the brain, and I wanted Spider's continuing relationship with them all so badly. Maybe I simply need for them to ask Spider to stay with them? Like "live with us for a year buddy, get yourself ready for college. You can do anything king but also ur part of the family, now go deflower our son."

Here is that clarifying question I asked: Did Kiri and Spider have sex??? Or did Mandy tell her about Spider's dick? OR BOTH? I simply could not figure that out. Also missed opportunity to name that character Ninat for the lols. The next generation of Ninat's beefing with and over Sully men.

Now that you've given me my answer, truly hilarious comedic content for everyone around.

Kiri, at night: want to hear about Spider’s dick?

Lo’ak, charcoal and paper out, ready to create an impressive sketch: ew, no, go ahead.

Chapter two, FUCK OFF Jeytiri flirting karaoke is adorable, that’s hilarious. The whole scene made my heart happy bUT NOT HAPPY ENOUGH not enough comfort I need more of it.

Spider turning to Lo’ak who's aLREADY LOOKING AT HIM cause they’re both like “oh you mentioned love, let me look at my best friend,” I’ll die.

Lo’ak literally BEGGING Spider to sing so he can swoon in the corner. I love this headcanon that seems to be cropping up of Spider being like a really good singer, it's very interesting to me.

JAKE UNDERSTANDING SPIDER I’ll die. Jake’s adopted that child you can’t convince me otherwise. Dude, even Neytiri fucking sees him as part of the family, I’ll scream. The tooth gem thing??? Iconic. Loved it. She’s giving Spider specifically cookies??? I’ll die. She's included him in all their shit. Not just anyone can do family game night karaoke. The karaoke, I am obsessed. Adorable. The Kiri and Lo’ak banter means the world to me. Their limp wrist agenda, the limp wrist bullying. What will he do when he can’t hold that against her? She must be unbearable to him in return when Spider isn't there. We love a homophobic gay. It's like what I said about my roommate i slept with twice (who follows me on here and we all better hope doesn't perceive this post); "I only get offended when SHE calls me slurs because I know then it comes from a place of true homophobia."

Kiri is literally begging Spider to understand Lo’ak wants him. BEGGING LO’AK TO UNDERSTAND SPIDER WANTS HIM. Kiri trying not to die at how obvious they both are. Kiri, going to beat the shit out of Lo’ak for asking about Mandy of all people bc of how far he's gone to avoid learning about that. I STILL AM UNCLEAR AS TO IF HIS ASS ACTUALLY DIDN'T KNOW SPIDER BROKE UP WITH MANDY OR HE WAS JUST BEING AN ASS.

Also fuck u for underestimating the importance of Tuk to Spider, he wants Tuk to remember him please I swear.

Also I have noted you have hinted at Spider’s praise kink. I can see it clearly. Nothing more will be said on that topic, but sometimes a praise kink simply makes sense for a character.

'IT COMES OUT MORE LIKE GAY' that was just for me, I know. So was Ninat's kid, obviously. Now that it's cONFIRMED for me I love to know that I am the target audience of all locorro fics ever.

Spider: *calls Lo’ak baby and gets embarrassed*

Lo’ak: *rebooting*

Lol Spider punching Lo’ak for saying slurs is so funny. Lo’ak's like if I say it I ain’t it, and that's on falling for the guy that is punching me for saying the slurs.

This little "I knew" reveal was CERTAINLY not what I was expecting. Not at all. A delightful little twist huh? A little trope subversion? AN EXPLICIT DRUNK CONFESSION IS SO HEART-WRENCHINGLY AWFUL OH MY GOD. WHAT HAPPENED THEN WHAT DID THEY D O I MUST KNOW. "It’s not a big deal bc I… like u too obviously lol." That's the end of the sentence and the end of the communication. I was driven insane by that, I just finished XO Kitty, worst show ever, and I was reminded how much I despise when communication would solve legit every problem but it's handled realistically here. Communication is so hard for the boys Kiri will throw hands. And I brought your inhaler with me obvs cause I’m in love with you.

I’m sad about an asthmatic fist fight but it’s so appropriate. I am sad tho. I am a hurt/COMFORT bitch where is my COMFORT. I don't think my body is ready for a nocorro fic from u @spicymiilk my blog is about to become all comforting headcanons and we're going to ignore the plethora of Hunger Games ones I got today.

Now we have to sit here in this world where Lo'ak thought Spider was emotionally(?) cheating on Mandy with him if he thought they were still dating, the fucking clown idiot fool.

FINALLY, for the third and final chapter, with some bonus answers Andrei has given to my demanding all caps questions.

I’m so mean, I’m laughing at the idea of Kiri waking up at an ungodly 7:34am to Lo’ak ugly crying over Spider’s fake bed on the floor like he’s gone off and died in the war. She’s just like the pizza box community meme like uhhhh. Now I know this must happen oFTEN so I again figure that she must have gotten really good at sleeping through his ugly sobbing.

JHUST FUCKING LEAVE QUARITCH THIS IS SO ANNOYING GET OUT OF MY PLOT I’M TRYNA SEE KIRI’S TEXTS, ugh I'm so biased I despised how much he was in this chapter he should choke I wish asthma was contagious. Although, for some reason Quaritch calling Spider Lo’ak’s wife did things to me personally, The sweet homosexual love line then took me out back and popped me (I mean this in a like, Italian mafia putting me down outside way and not like, doing poppers outside a club although for some reason both are giving the same energy).

Neytiri murdering Spider for both turning her son gay and also making him sad can be something so personal. I still am in denial of every universe where she doesn't like him, and in this one I just love the idea of them slinking back to Italy having eloped or some shit where Spider now has to build that relationship but now having deflowered and stolen her son in the night. Hilarious. They must bond over talking about how stupid he is. They're so similar, how can the people with Jake and his clone not be.

Lol I also forgot Lo’ak got a black eye, that makes Kiri’s texts earlier so much funnier. Kiri was like they made out so hard he was struck with love. Developed a bruise. His gayness punched him in the face.

SPIDER KILL YOURSELF IM IN YOUR ROOM KICK YOUR DAD OUT IS SO FUNNY TO ME THE KYS SPECEFICALLY KILELD ME.

Oh my god the crying was all a lie, a fantasy, I’m so disappointed. More realistic, sure, but still. I am unclear as to if it was rEAL.

I had the cunt thing spoiled for me when I was catching up on posts I missed; never did I imagine lol. Almost as hilarious as Lo’ak telling Spider to die because he didn’t look at him, gay.

Spackle covering the hole in the wall, hmm, I wonder who punched that there?? Also abusive Quaritch giving romantic advice is making me want to puke up all my organs. I know Andrei says say the hole in the wall was nothing, but you can't have an abusive dad character and then mention a hole in the wall and nOT have us thinking that Quaritch punched a hole in the wall. Every reader is gonna think that.

Lol those Kiri texts and what she says is sO MEAN god I totally get why she did it but omg way to ruin a man over something that is not his decision or his fault. She’s just so so mad about the gays being dumb. Can’t believe she finally coughed up this info. Also the way Quaritch could probably hear all this through the wall makes me wanna die.

Speaking of Quaritch, what an interesting portrayal of their relationship. As a Quaritch hater, there's very few fics where I don't just fully skip long interactions with him. I gotta have really been sucked into the world, and I was with this one. I can't tell what of my feelings on the characters have made me biased on the relationship and what are my feelings on what the text portrayed. The feeling of too late in their relationship is there, overwhelmingly and devastatingly, but part of me found myself unconvinced by the attempts from Quartich. I literally can't tell if it's my own bias (most likely) or if it's my own lack of explicit background knowledge.

What we do learn of the past we learn in fragments, passing lines from Spider's internal monologue. They aren't the focal point of the story, but they are deeply important to the world created, and it leaves me with a feeling like I'm in an unfinished paint by numbers; I don't quite have the full picture. (Again, as I always say to you in my beta notes Andrei, these are incredibly harsh comments for fic. It's just good enough I'm treating it as though it's more lol (bc it can be)).

As to why everyone is finding Kiri mean; yeah she's neurospicy and we do clearly get the vibe that they talk to each other in this way, this casual banter that doesn't really mean anything. That being said, casual "kill yourself" or like "this is all your fault" and shit like that when the character is clearly upset and angry comes across as serious. Knowing Kiri as a character I didn't think she was, but reading it took me aback because as a standalone I don't have that context. In arguments and serious moments those words pack a punch, especially to a reader in such close third as we are with Spider in this one. We are WITH him and seeing only his thoughts and perspectives, his hurt is front and center so it's easy to feel hurt and defensive as a reader. I digress.

Lo’ak’s like every man in a crime show calling his wife to hear her voice one last time before he goes to to the dangerous mission and almost dies. He's like "I'll hear Spider's breathing and then know the US military is the way for me." Spider, the barrier between Lo’ak and the goddamn US military. That’s so funny to me. This is another reason to feel confused by Kiri's vitriol; it's not Spider's fault what Lo'ak chooses to do with his life and it is unfair to blame him. One line of her doing it I get, but she does it several times and the only excuse we get for her is from Spider.

Kiri is better than me I’m an awful secret keeper. But also maybe she could’ve coughed that bad boy up earlier, huh?

Tbh tho, on a serious writing note; it’s so well written because from the beginning we know exactly what is happening. They both like each other and Kiri knows both sides. That was obvious to me. You tell us from the get go that Spider is leaving when he turns 18, and that Lo’ak is leaving to join the military, WE KNOW WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN. And yet the train chugs on and each event sets it in motion instead of derailing it, leaving us with an inevitable tragedy we all saw coming. Well done. If I was giving line edits on a publishable work, I’d say speed up the timeline. Make the whole fic (so excluding prior events like the party) all happen like. A few days before Spider leaves. I want to feel it all in real time, up close, as it happens. No breaks in time. I also want that memory convo with Lo’ak earlier lol, so that the realization of it can hit later. And honestly, if it wasn’t fic I’d leave it with the Kiri and Spider convo. No happy ending. BUT NOW LET ME GO READ MY WELL DESERVED HAPPY ENDING. U would've been SICK for not including one.

Extremely uncommon fanfiction Jake Sully W here. It should be more common I am an unapologetic stan.

Them going to find each other is so funny to me. Kiri was personally sending them on a wild goose chase as revenge.

OH THERE IT IS THE COMMON JAKE SULLY L. Although driving your gay ass son to do an airport rom com moment at 5:45am is actually quite the parenting w, where the fuck was Neytiri she would’ve been much more efficient. I mean she wouldn't have let him go, but she would've been efficient about it.

The idea of Lo’ak making his final decision to go to the military earlier in the day and then not actually doing it until he wakes Jake up at 2am makes me cackle. Jake: you go get that dick son, your mother can kill us both later.

ALSO WHY’S HE PULLING HIS SHIRT COLLAR SO HIGH, HMMM, ANDREI??? Showing up to meet his grandmother absolutely dEFILED. Does Lo'ak even have a change of clothes, that monster.

It’s 2:18am (when I originally write this), I have work tomorrow as I do literally every day of the week, and I’m just smiling to myself at this shit. Criticism: not enough of them being happy and also I didn’t get to learn what depraved things Spider wanted to do to Lo’ak that he drunkenly told him about that Lo’ak then had to live with torturing himself (and Kiri) over for months.

Andrei's response on what Spider drunkenly said to Lo'ak for the people: The depraved things are as follows— spider sat his ass in Lo’ak’s lap, completely and utterly gone, and waved poetry about Lo’ak’s long and strong fingers for at least ten minutes. He also made sure to mention his borderline tank top kink. Lo’ak definitely did not internalize that

I just have to say; I should've expected that. Those two gay ass losers to simply lose their minds over tHAT, which is like nOTHING. A REGULAR CONVERSATION I'D DARE SAY. ONE OF THE FIRST CONVERSATIONS I HAD WITH ONE OF MY ROOMMATES WAS ABOUT HER HAND KINK, SO I RECIPROCATED BY SAYING I THOUGHT THE DWARVES IN LOTR HAD GOOD HANDS. LO'AK WAS DEAD, SIMPLY MURDERED, A BLUSHING FOOL OVER THAT.

Lo'ak, stumbling into his and Kiri's room: Spider confessed his love for me and said... depraved things.

Kiri: OH MY GOD WHAT DID HE SAY.

Lo'ak: He said he likes my tank tops... I can barely speak of it out loud.

Kiri: Oh. 🙄

Also lowkey Kiri has to be enraged they’re normal now that they’re away from her. ALSO DOESN’T THAT BITCH LO’AK HAVE SCHOOL?? Hilarious all around. Lo’ak brings Spider back because they cannot be apart and then keeps him in his and Kiri’s room for the next year until he finishes high school. They see how long they can go without Quaritch finding out Spider’s nearby. Kiri hates them so much, especially now that they fuck in her space.

Andrei said in response to this: Lo’ak finished school in Florida!! Pulled a fast one on the school system and said hey I’m smart enough to finish like two classes here. Kiri didn’t speak to EITHER of them for months. Neytiri would call to check up and Kiri would be whining in the background about how she’s betraying her

They make up when Spider saves up to get her a ticket to visit them for a summer 🤸

The idea of Lo'ak never returning is so funny to me in so many ways. First of all, Spider dropping him off and picking him up like he's the sexy older boyfriend in every romcom ever. Second, the idea of Spider bullying him for having to go to school still. Three, they just squat with Spider's grandma, and she's like god I expected one gay loser not TWO. Four, Neytiri calling to check up just resulting in her and Spider both bitching about Lo'ak and Kiri respectively here is how the Neytiri and Spider fanboys can win-

Also, the idea of someone having to tell Neteyam about this makes me want to cry real tears of laughter. He’s in his first semester of college someone free him.

Andrei said: Let neteyam live in blissful ignorance. He knew Lo’ak was a raging homosexual for their entire lives and the second he saw spider he was like. Oooohhh okay. And then he never looked again the mental strength required to deal with it was just too much

Kiri, on facetime: so Lo'ak followed Spider-

Neteyam, opening a textbook in his Harvard dorm room or some shit:

#these are v fun please let me know if theres another fic u want these on lol #i do have to say tho they aren't for the faint of heart as sometimes i get like #somewhat critical or cw-majory-y about techniques or structure of texts or characters #i just know my besties like it but if that's not for you my notes posts aren't for u either #anyways if you read all this and didn't go read this fic ur crazy first of all #and like me way too much #but go read!! #i hope this is what u guys were looking for when you said you wanted these? more to come maybe #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #lo'ak sully #locorro #kiri sully #jake sully #neytiri sully #tuktirey sully #miles quaritch #neteyam sully #ninat #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa og #melissa on avatar (cameron) #fic recs

[eruverse]

Headcanon: jobs!!

This post talks about human jobs the nationpeoples have. Anyway, I think the nations aren’t always diplomats or politicians, even tho they could indeed take on some tasks along those lines. In general tho the nationpeoples are linked to the state/work for the state so it’s quite rare to find them working corporate jobs or opening businesses. IF they do, then ultimately these corporations have the state as their clients. Basically everything they do typically goes to the state fast.

Russia:

He has a military job (lieutenant general) with medical training. He’s been in the military for the longest time and would love some change + a bit of distance from the state, but the state doesn’t really allow him to (there are indeed some nations with a fate like that). At the same time, he’s not much suited for other things so he keeps returning to the same path? Yeah. He does have hobbies tho, for example he loves studying math and physics and would often sneak into good universities to learn under esteemed lecturers. They love him because he’s such a curious and attentive student but at the same time he’s not much cut out to do the works needed to obtain a degree, so he doesn’t get those. However he’s better than many academics in the field simply because he’s much older than them and has been studying for a hella long time (he’s also naturally gifted in these).

This is stereotypical of him, but yes he’s good at hacking. Often trolls people with his capabilities, which is at times harmless but sometimes he does some unhinged shit which causes legit headaches. Sometimes he uses his abilities to hack into America’s house and wreck shit with his computerized home appliances. Nothing harmful of course, and America also takes it all in fun strides and would call Russia back like “Hey you got lucky this time!! Awesome what you did!!” (They’re both kids ok).

Mongolia:

I mentioned his job before on another post some time ago, but basically he’s a nomad and he works with nomads, not sorry to be predictable lol. He travels all over the country to make sure the nomads live well, so basically some kind of an overseer and mediator. He also works in the conservation side of national parks. His jobs demand him to be out on his feet almost all the time and he’s too happy for it to want other jobs, lol. He only spends maybe a few months a year in the city.

During communist era he used to be in the military and became a general/lt. general (highest rank was marshal, right after army general). As a rule, the nationpeoples who were under Soviet Union + satellite states were all in the military. Even without that tho Mongolia has been in the military for the longest time since Empire era (in general medieval nomads doubled as armies), and these days he’s still called a lot to advise. He still trains a lot and a bulk of that is military level trainings.

Kazakhstan:

He’s a tech engineer for energy field hired by the state. Also does plenty programming but he does best with what he can work with his own hands, and any programming he does is ultimately linked to his main job. He often tinkers with techs at home as sources of inspiration.

(Yes, he’s Rich)

During communist era he was a lieutenant + military engineer. Was, and still is, an excellent sniper.

Uzbekistan:

Is a scholar in Central Asian history/related studies. He has deep interest in everything Central Asian and often does research under state sponsorship. As he’s also a student under sufi masters, his interests also include religion and/or theology.

His side job is gardening. He’s also a resident cook for people around him as he’s really great at it.

Turkey:

He works as a state advisor but his side job is designing bespoke attire for men and women alike. He works with the best quality garments made in his country and his customers are all high-end ones. His hobbies include sewing, knitting and dressing people up — which in fact he’s practiced since Seljuk era, where slave girls became stunning consorts in his hands. He loves beautiful people, but he’s very much on board with spoiling them so they could rise up to his standards.

#hetalia #aph mongolia #hws mongolia #oc kazakhstan #hws kazakhstan #aph russia #hws russia #oc uzbekistan #hws uzbekistan #aph turkey #hws turkey #my headcanon #i have lots fun here o

[f0point5]

what are your thoughts on having male friends? my bff (both of us are girls) has a bf and he gets PISSED whenever she even mentions a male person in a story she tells and i know he specifically is insane and that’s not normal BUT i can’t help feeling like maybe i don’t get it bc im not in a relationship. bc like i have a fair amount of male friends but maybe i wouldn’t if i had a bf?

Yeah that guy is unhinged.

Men who know they’re doing the right things and treating a girl properly are not worried about male friends.

I have one female friend, all my other friends are male, and I don’t date men who have a problem with that. Mostly because there’s no bigger ick than insecurity, but also because…I’m not dating them for a reason, and if that’s not obvious to a guy I’m dating then he’s stupid and I can’t make him smarter.

As for the whole “cheating” aspect, cheaters gonna cheat. No amount of freaking out about friends, or sharing locations, or checking messages, is going to stop a person who wants to cheat. Paranoia is wasted energy. Also, I always say this “if he can take her, why do you want her?”. He wants to date me but he thinks I’m the type of person to cheat on him with whoever? Well that’s a man that values and respects me /s

Unless you get hella lucky, you’ll meet at least one rotting pile of insecurity that belongs in a landfill with the rest of the trash who will try and make you feel like not wanting you to have male friends is just “boundaries”. Don’t believe them. Don’t ditch friends for a guy who probably has PIED. They’re manipulative and insecure and it will start with the male friends who “all want to fuck you” and then it will be the female friends who are “bad influences” and then it’ll be your family who “hate him for no reason”. Boys - and yes they are emotionally BOYS - like that have more red flags than a bullfighting costume store.

Having friends of either gender is totally fine

[thedeathlysallows]

memento mori

(A/N: At some point I’ll add warnings for the whole story, but for this chapter I’ll just do this A/N. Keep in mind it’s also a dark fic. Warning: Brief violence and sexism)

Chapter 2: Mars

           “Fuck,” Demetri curses, his lips curving into a sneer.

           I throw a lazy gaze his way. I’m bored out of my mind. It’s been days and nothing has happened. The newborns have been… tame. Too tame. I’m itching to get my hands on one of them because otherwise what’s the point of us being here? From the roof of the warehouse we can watch them mill around on the ground like ants. They’re completely feral. Untrained. Squabbling amongst themselves. They’re pathetic and all my instincts scream kill them.      

           “What is it,” I finally ask him.

           “The godsdamn Society sent another one of their little Agents,” he bites out.

           I shrug. “Then we’ll handle this one like we handled the first. Where are they?”

           “She is in the hotel across from the warehouse.”

           The laugh that escapes me is bitter. “They’ve lowered their standards if they’re sending women now. The men were tragic enough as it is.”

           Demetri doesn’t share my amusement. He keeps staring, watching attentively and I know exactly what he’s trying to do. I’m not sure if he’ll be able to get her tenor from this distance. If she were some regular human I wouldn’t doubt my friend for a second, but she’s part of The Society. There’s magic embedded in her very bones. There’s a reason we avoid them.

           “Fuck!”

           “You really love that word today.”

           “I can’t hang on to her. She’s actively fighting me.”

Demetri’s frustration is palpable and leaks into me. I’ve never had to wage mental war with The Society like other have. I can only imagine the frustration. Demetri’s described it in the past as trying to hold on to sand or air. It just slips through your fingers no matter how hard you chase. Honestly it makes me thankful my area of expertise is in the physical realm.

I am Mars, built for war and destruction.

None can stand before me and survive.

Not even an Agent from The Society.

I’ll kill her if I have to and it won’t even be a workout. The Agents are broken down and rebuilt to be vampire killing machines, but I am the ultimate killing machine. I am the apex predator. Not even her blood magic will protect her if it comes down to it.

“Does she look familiar to you?” Demetri tilts his head to the side and crosses his arms over his chest. “There’s something about her face…”

I want to tease him, say something about him having a crush like a little school boy, but the words die on my tongue when I realize he’s right. She does look familiar. Even from this distance I have no problem seeing the delicate heart shape of her face and the reddish-brown waves of hair that fall to her shoulders. Her eyes draw me and I think I can remember what it is to drown. Most Agents are so empty inside that looking in their eyes is like looking into a vacant room. Not this one, though. This one isn’t broken yet.

Something snaps into place inside me and the itch from earlier returns.

She isn’t broken yet, but I bet I could break her.

I still can’t place why exactly she looks so familiar, but I know instantly what she reminds me of. She reminds me of poison ivy growing wild in a forest. I like that. I like pretty, unassuming things with a secret bite. I like bending them to my will even more.

My little poison ivy.

“Do you think she can see us?” I don’t dare look away, feeling my obsession grow as she walks closer to the large window of her hotel room. It will be easy to get in when I need to. Hotels are never as secure as humans or Agents think.

Demetri shrugs. His agitation is growing. “I don’t think so, but who the fuck actually knows with these freaks.”

“Should we investigate closer?”

He gives me an exhausted look. “Don’t tell me want the witch, Felix.”

I know my grin is a little unhinged when I turn my head to him finally, but the idea of a new game is impossible to ignore. “She’s cute, don’t you think?”

“I think she’s not worth facing punishment from Jane.”

“I think she is.”

Demetri shakes his head and mutters, “crazy bastard.”

“Now’s not the time for compliments, Demetri.” I raise the hood of my cloak and jump from the roof of the warehouse. None of the newborns notice give me a second look, too busy fighting one another over nothing. “I’ll be back.”

“I won’t hide your secret from Jane,” he tells me before I get too far.

I don’t need Demetri to keep any secrets for me. Mostly because I think he overestimates how angry Jane will be when she learns I’ve left my post to investigate the Agent. There isn’t a single being dead or alive that hates The Society more than Jane. Alec might, but if he does he seethes in silence unlike his sister.

I’m about to cross the street to enter the hotel when a sprig of green catches my attention. There, growing out of a crack in the concrete, is a small poison ivy plant. How serendipitous. Clearly this is meant to be. I reach down and rip the small sprig from the ground before continuing across the street.

There’s no way for me to hide amongst the humans as I tower above even the tallest of them; however, I’ve been around long enough to know that all I need to do is look like I belong and no one will question anything. Finding my little poison ivy’s room will also be a simple task. Top floor. Left corner room. Simple.

It’s late enough at night that I end up having the elevator to myself. There’s a burn in my muscles, a pull to the room she occupies, that only grows the closer I get. It’s been so long since I’ve had a good game, and I’ve never gotten to play with a member of The Society before. It’s been hundreds of years since they last interfered with Volturi business. I can’t even remember the name of the last Agent I had to deal with back then.

The elevator dings and I step out.

I can feel her.

Hear her.

Smell her.

Venom pools in my mouth. It’s as if I’m a newborn all over again and smelling blood for the very first time.

I make my steps heavy and loud as I walk down the hallway. I want her to hear me. I want her scrambling before I’m even at her door.

Her door.

It’s… open?

Oh. Oh. My poison ivy wants to play too.

I nudge the door open with the toe of my boot and I’m greeted with a darkness so black it feels supernatural. Hmm, she really does want to play.

“Hello little one,” I say, stepping inside and shutting the door behind me. I place the poison ivy on her coffee table. “A gift.”

Something wooshes past my ear and buries itself in the door. I pull on the hilt of the knife, dislodging it easily from the wood. Runes are carved into the silver and I can make out The Society’s emblem. An hourglass running out of time with the phrase memento mori emblazoned above it.

Another woosh, another knife. This one lands just beside my thigh.

“Is this how The Society treats guests?” I know the taunt will draw her out. All Agents are too proud to be mocked by vampires.

“You aren’t a guest. You just got in before I had a chance to put the wards up.” She walks out from the darkness, head held high and knife in hand.

She’s even prettier up close and she wears pride well.

“There you are.” I step closer, but she holds her ground. Excellent. I love when they run, but I love it when they fight even more.

Another step and I’m centimeters from her.

I give her a smile, a low rumble building in my throat. She can put up all the wards she wants to. Nothing can stop me from having her now.

She grips the knife harder and I hear her heart stutter. She knows she’s cornered.

“You made a mistake,” she tells me. “See, I know you assholes. You think I’m stuck in here with you when the reality is: you’re stuck in here with me.”

The knife plunges into my bicep and it burns worse than anything I’ve felt before. Worse than the change, worse than Jane’s gift, worse than hellfire. I stumble and drop to my knees, trying to draw the knife out. My poison ivy takes the opportunity to dart around me and out of the room. The lights flood back on as soon as she’s gone.

She’s feisty.

I like this one.

#felix volturi #felix volturi imagine #felix volturi x oc #volturi fanfiction

[deathsbestgirl]

beyond the sea

why i’m watching this one, i really don’t know. but i felt like i had to.

this small window into scully’s relationship with her dad is so sad. she wants his approval so badly, and he only ~asks about work because maggie tells him to.

her first ghostly experience we get to see. she doesn’t know it at first, but she seems to believe it was real when she talks to her mom. i wish she knew what he was saying to her.

the fact scully can even joke with mulder amazes me. i think she was really counting on the banter with him, and the distraction the x files would provide.

when he calls her ‘dana’ — she bristles. was this the first time he called her by her first name?

the way he touches her face. the way he so gently tries to get her to take time away makes me MELT. he doesn’t typically treat her that way. (it makes me think of the pilot when they don’t know each other at all yet, and he just quips if she’s ~squeamish, or later on during the pfaster case when he tells her it’s okay if the case was getting to her & later comforts her, or even later when she’s struggling with emily’s death & he helps her with the case. the evolution.)

(one day i want to talk about the way these two turn to their work.)

emotional scully is kind of my favorite. gillian absolutely shines.

the ways she just diligently takes notes as boggs speaks, she seems so much more open minded on this case than mulder. mulder has good reason to be skeptical of boggs but i love the juxtaposition & reversal.

boggs of course ~channels~ her father, and uses it against her in such a cruel way. i can’t imagine this is how her father would have wanted to communicate with her. this feels like such a violation to me (personally).

the way scully is so shaken, and mulder can tell boggs did something but he isn’t really sure what. she doesn’t tell him right away (like always, and does this ever change??)

at least she goes back to the motel. but not before seeing the things boggs talked about and following them to a warehouse.

mulder gets so angry with her for going alone, for lying on her report. i love these exchanges they have. when he’s angry with her for putting herself at risk, fearing boggs (or whoever) is trying to get them killed and knowing she willingly walked into it. this time, because she is believing boggs and mulder is so frustrated that she believes *now* but hasn’t any of the other times.

but mulder didn’t see what she saw. she’s emotionally vulnerable & spiritually open — and that always opens her mind more. she’s more susceptible believe. because she’s afraid to believe, typically. times like this, i think she’s afraid to *not* believe. this time it would mean her father didn’t visit her. it would mean he didn’t have a message for her. and she so desperately wants that.

then mulder goes & gets shot, under whatever boggs said to watch out for. and scully LOSES it on boggs. i know some people think it’s ooc, but scully just lost her father and mulder has taken up so much space in her life. he’s become part of her stability. at the least, they’re partners. she may already have feelings for him. and they’re already friends, whether they’ve said it or not. at this point she was already willing to put her career on the line for him. i think it makes complete sense that she would throw her typical morals out the door when his life is threatened. she can’t face the prospect of losing the two most important men in her life in the same week and not go after the person she thinks is responsible. a man who has motive, who has a connection to the killer. (i love it when mulder & scully aren’t so different. kinda funny that we get to it from her more in the first season than mulder. mulder is spooky unhinged, scully is woman on a warpath unhinged.)

blah blah rest of the boggs stuff & she closes it. finds the guy, gets the killer. anyway. SCULLY BELIEVES.

but she still won’t let herself just believe. she rationalizes everything she experienced and she doesn’t go see boggs to get the message from her dad. because she doesn’t need to hear it from a heartless serial killer when she knew her father.

i also know people don’t love that maggie didn’t tell scully that of course her father was proud of her. and in that moment, i’m sure it hurt scully too. it felt like she couldn’t be sure that he was. because he didn’t tell her, and her mom didn’t say the words. but scully knows ahab adored her. and even if she didn’t do what he wanted, he was proud of her. there are things you just know & feel. and after the worst of it passes, scully knows.

this show does that a lot though. answering questions without it being straightforward. even asking questions without saying exactly what’s meant. and that’s what this is. and that’s just realistic.

hearing scully admit that she’s afraid to believe gives me goosebumps honestly. yeah, she’s a skeptic. but a big part of that is her fear. and her science brain wanting to proof.

the moment at the end is my favorite. once again, some real conversation between them during an emotional time & case. they are stupid & precious.

#txf txt #the x files #mulder and scully #msr #dana scully #beyond the sea #honestly i’m so stupid for watching this #i’ve watched it so many times in the last month #and it kind of always hits me like a two ton truck #i miss my dad #queue want to believe

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

You know what is a way more fucked up take and I am seeing it way more and more now, regarding both Brian and Roger but especially Brian( because he's more online? people for some weird ass reason hate him more? ) is that they are so happy to have Freddie out of the way so that the spot light in on them and they are loving it

And it always, always pisses me off whenever I come across things like this because for one what and who gives you a right to blatantly lie because nothing said has any root in reality, second - if Brian ever saw one of these more than frustrate, it might hurt more because what has he ever done to insinuate that he wished Freddie dead. Third, all of this always reads like a massive projection to me. People take their anger out by projecting fantasies.

Oh, I’ve definitely seen this take before. As I’ve said with similar takes, it’s so fucking Online of these people to accuse strangers of being happy their friend is dead because—why? Because they still have careers? Because they decided to get together and play their music again about 14 years after Freddie died? Because they didn’t become hermits like John? It’s a sick mindset, tbh. It really is. Like you said, there’s no evidence of that at all and to the contrary, we have more evidence of them grieving and missing Freddie than I could fit into this post.

Brian definitely gets more shit than Roger, in every way, in every subject of fandom discourse. Part of that is because he’s much more visible and accessible by being online, but people are truly unhinged about him. I’m not even kidding, people have the most insane reactions to everything he does, and I’ve thought about it for a long time and discussed it with others in the fandom. In short, I think part of it is because Brian says things about Freddie that burst people’s fanfic bubbles, and he’s very publicly open with his emotions in a way that’s unusual for public figures, especially men his age. People don’t know what to do with him being almost uncomfortably earnest at times, so they assume it can’t possibly be genuine and that he’s really an act, an asshole, an arrogant prick, a fame whore, etc.

To your last point, yeah, I think people just can’t cope with Queen + Adam Lambert because it reminds them that Freddie is gone, and they get really mad at the idea of Queen’s music being played without him, so all of that anger is projected onto Brian and Roger in the form of assuming they must be the worst people ever who hated Freddie because they’re doing something the Online commentator, personally, doesn’t like. It’s pathetic.

#Queen #replies #Anonymous

[a-room-of-my-own]

Literally why do radblr users make the most bizarre posts about hating het women. This ran across my dash and like?? Wtf?? https://theresnowaterpressure.tumblr.com/post/688882835565723648/i-cant-believe-any-of-us-straight-women-on-radblr

They act like straight women ONLY have sex with men as a service it’s so dehumanizing I hate it. They realize that straight women are also human beings with feelings too right? They haven’t even considered that straight women can like sex. And like the whole “piv” thing drives me nuts too. No one talks about sex like that outside of a couple of people. I can’t stand the op of that post either she spends an excessive amount of time constantly whining about straight women existing and about how gross straight women’s sexuality is and when she gets criticized she throws a fit and claims that straight women have victim complexes and that we need to stop pretending hetrophobia exists (a claim no one but her and the women like her make to disguise their misogyny). She’s literally obsessed with straight women and insulting us and it genuinely grosses me out at this point because she crossed a line a long time ago. It’s disgusting. She speculates and posts her deluded little “theories” constantly. I’m sick and tired of women speculating about other women’s sex lives especially when they’re talking about straight women and they aren’t even attracted to men themselves (which is way too common on radblr and always comes off as patronizing and misogynistic). The ones who are attracted to men but still do this shit are bootlickers imo and I hate it. I don’t get why they try and tell women they need to change their sex lives and be “pure” in order to be a feminist or deserve rights. It’s freak behavior and makes them sound like incels. Why do I have to self flagellate for liking men??

You don't.

You know what I've received my share of hate and 'kill yourself' mail from TRA and so-called feminists alike. Which is frankly ridiculous and seriously off-putting, especially for young girls who could be looking for advice and support and end up stumbling upon unhinged women who think feminism is reserved for an elite that has to check 266,482 ideological purity boxes.

I mean I gained quite a lot of silent followers (who followed without commenting or reblogging) which says a lot, not to mention people like you coming to my inbox anonymously or asking me not to publish if it's not anonymous. It's pretty telling.

But hey, now, I'm just doing with them what I do with TRAs, either they're able to talk like educated and responsible people and we can have a discussion or it's insults and then they're blocked. And I advise you to do the same. This is how you curate your internet experience and it doesn't have to be stressful.

#radrama

[secret-diary-of-an-fa]

Bullet Train Review: A Perfect Movie

I go into movies nowadays expecting my enjoyment to be provisional; hedged. The state of culture is such that, while I can still enjoy good things, I almost always have to accept a fuck-up or twelve along the way, so it’s necessary for me to brace for disappointment before I enter the cinema. I continually have to make allowances for the depleted, ragged state of our naval-gazing western culture. I liked Movie A, but it punished one character and rewarded another for functionally identical behaviours and, no, it didn’t seem to know it was doing that. Movie B had some dialogue flaws, but ultimately redeemed itself. Movie C was excellent right up until the wheels fell off and it delivered a proselytising, straight-to-camera speech on a subject the average filmgoer couldn’t give a fuck about. Movie D would have been tolerable if it ended two clever-clogs plot-twists sooner. And Movies A, B, C and D aren’t specific, code-named exhibits: they’re any four of literally hundreds of good-up-to-a-point flicks that have come out since the mid-2010s. It’s not that I’m a cynical curmudgeon who doesn’t enjoy movies (I frequently praise the good ones on this blog), it’s just that my enjoyment is rarely, if ever, pure. It’s almost always tempered by some gripe or other- sometimes minor, sometimes major. Imagine my surprise, then, when I went to see a little action-comedy flick called Bullet Train and it turned out to be a literally perfect fucking movie.

It’s hard to overstate how fucking great Bullet Train is. It’s even harder to adequately express the pleasure I felt in seeing a movie set up and then deftly avoid the mistakes so common to the entire film industry lately. It doesn’t just do everything right by its own lights, it breezes past lesser films with its middle fingers raised cheerfully in the process. Without giving too much away, there’s one character who’s really fucking annoying and thinks she’s smarter and more badass than the entire rest of the cast and, in any other film, she’d get away with her bullshit because she has a sob story background and the right look. Something really fucking funny ultimately happens to her instead.

The premise is as straight forward as its possible to get and still be interesting. There are a group of hit-men, smash-and-grab operatives, wetworkers and gangsters on a train. All of them are after the same briefcase full of money; all for totally different reasons. At the end of the line is the brief-case’s real owner: an unhinged fucking psychopath who ties all the other characters’ backstories together. Obviously, with a ticking clock mechanic and a hot potato macguffin floating about to motivate everyone, things get very bloody and confusing very quickly… and it’s amazingly entertaining.

We see the action unfold mainly through the tired and endlessly sympathetic eyes of Brad Pitt’s codenamed character ‘Ladybug’, who- despite being an incredibly dangerous operative for a shadowy and unspecified organisation- has been doing some work on himself and trying to find his new-age place in the universe. This leads to some amazing moments. There’s a lot of comedic tension to be had from the essential contradiction between Ladybug’s job/narrative function and his meditative, conflict-adverse persona. I don’t want to spoil the best jokes, but there’s a bit where he asks a highly trained assassin if they can’t talk it out while the guy’s earnestly trying to kill him. It’s not until the guy’s actually said no, really unequivocally, that he throws an overpriced bottle of water at his head. Obviously, that’s not a super-funny moment- just a lighter joke between more substantive laughs- but it gives you an idea of the way the film plays with character roles and expectations.

On hand to provide verbal humour are two British wetwork dudes who go by Tangerine and Lemon and have a surprising amount to say about Thomas the Tank Engine and the nature of professionalism.

Oh, and Zazie Beetz shows up to basically just be Zazie Beetz for exactly as long as it’s funny to have her there, doing her shtick and not a moment longer.

The rest of the cast is too large to detail- especially if I want to avoid spoiling anything- but even the characters with less screen time or less comedic roles are excellent. It’s one of those movies where everyone seems to be pulling their weight. Nobody drops the ball or turns in a sub-par performance and, consequently, the whole thing manages to dance on a knife’s edge by balancing serious stakes with unbelievably funny character interactions.

It’s the little things that really make Bullet Train, though. The things I can’t tell you about here because they’re so subtle that you might blink and miss them or so ridiculous that spoiling them would be a crime. All I can say is that I cared about the protagonists deeply by the end of the movie… but also found myself laughing at them so hard that tears ran down my face. It’s been a long time since I left a movie theatre and couldn’t stop laughing for hours afterwards. I have Bullet Train to thank for that all-too-rare experience.

I’m a thirty-one year old man who has been watching the slow-motion car-crash of culture for more than half a decade. I go into movies nowadays expecting my enjoyment to be provisional; hedged… but I came out of Bullet Train feeling like the same wee lad who once sneaked into a showing of a certain age-restricted film because he knew it would change his life. This movie made me love movies again. Thank fuck this exists.

#Secret Diary of a Fat Admirer #Bullet Train #bullet train movie #Brad Pitt #zazie beetz #films #review #movie review

[inkykeiji]

sorry if this sounds dumb😭😭 but wdym when u say sugar daddy natsuo is unhinged?

hi anon!!! it doesn’t sound dumb hehe dw about it!! <3

all i mean is that he is extremely unstable in the sense that he has very intense mood swings and a very warped, distorted way of viewing things, as exemplified in which rules he values over others. natsuo can mimic touya and play whichever part is required of him for certain scenarios as long as they don’t involve someone who spikes his emotions (ie family or reader), but (like canon natsuo) he has much difficulty controlling his explosive temper, and he holds grudges like a fucking champ. one thing i’ve personally noticed about the canon todoroki men is that they can be extremely apathetic and aloof until it comes to something they *really* care about, like family, for example. dabi is able to keep his head, be the most apathetic, annoying asshole during battle UNTIL he comes face to face with shouto or enji. then he fucking loses his head, he loses control of his own power as well as his own emotions (makes sense since the two of them are linked!). he’s so good at hiding his emotions until he’s up against family; then they bubble up, way too strong and too immense for him to control or ignore at all. i think natsuo is more or less the same in theory, so that’s how i like to write him.

sugar daddy natsuo is interesting because, honestly, compared to my other iterations of dabi and tomura, he’s so soft and doting on his baby; he loves spoiling her even more than bmb tomura loves spoiling his baby, it really gives him some sort of twisted sense of purpose and validation. however, despite this fact, and despite the fact that he is also often much weaker to his baby’s pleading than either of those mentioned above (ie if reader asked natsuo for ice cream before dinner, he’d say yes. if bmb reader asked bmb tomura for ice cream before dinner, he’d say no, absolutely not, and if she continued to whine she’d get punished), he can be SO fucking sadistic when *he* thinks the occasion or situation calls for it. his ideals and his personal code of morals + respect are so twisted they sound ludicrous to anyone sane. a great example of this is how heavily he punishes reader for simply saying ‘i hate you’ to his older brother: overstimulation + orgasm denial for hours on end until his stubborn brat is ready and willing to apologize to touya.

but that’s all i mean by unhinged. i’d say most of my iterations are some degree of unhinged, but it manifests in different ways. for example, touya-nii is a fucking master at controlling his emotions until he’s in private and can let loose. if reader upsets him in public, he usually won’t lose his head until they’re home alone. he likes to play mind games and use psychological warfare. sd!natsuo, on the other hand, would struggle greatly with not losing it on her right then and there in public. but they’re all very mentally ill, toxic, abusive people.

for sugar daddy natsuo, under the lovey dovey, easygoing persona that glazes his life is an extremely intelligent, downright ruthless, calculatingly cold man, and he can switch so quickly, so effortlessly between the two that it’ll give you fucking whiplash. natsuo’s emotional extremes aren’t just for bad emotions, either, they occur for good emotions, too. he borders on maniacal and definitely displays yandere tendencies. he is emotionally unsteady.

i hope this clears things up, anon!!! if you’re still confused or have any further questions please do not hesitate to let me know!! <3

#sorry this is so long AAAAAH i just wanted to make sure i was being as clarifying as possible!!!! #he's a very complex character and it's hard to just sum it up in a few sentences hahaha #but hopefully this helps <3 #have a fabulous tuesday!!!! #stay safe and drink water!! #sd!nat universe #inky.bb #clari gets mail