#it doesn't always have to fall into the two categories of giving or receiving

[wisteria-lodge]

Hey there! I was wondering if you could help me with a writing quandary I'm coming up against currently? Do you know how to write a badger primary protagonist so that they're not.... kind of boring??

For a bit of background, I have a character in a story I'm writing who I've decided is a badger primary, but when I try to write about his moral reasoning, it all just comes out as flat stock phrases. I've never really known a healthy and kind badger primary (though I did grow up around a lot of authoritarian badgers who I was absolutely on the receiving end of dehumanization from - part of the reason I'm writing him as a badger is to challenge my own experiences there), so I'm falling back on the whole "Overly Ideal Hero" thing and it's just not working. When I try to add more complexity to this character's actions, he either ends up being a bird primary (like me) who has a very badger looking system or if I try to lean more heavily loyalist, he ends up being a snake primary (like my younger sister who's also my best friend) who has a broad definition of his people.

Basically, how do you write a badger primary who's not crying over puppies and kittens and doing the whole "why can't we just get along like in middle school?" speech from Mean Girls constantly, while also not having them veer into being a bird or snake? Thanks!

There can be a kind of fascinating sadness to a Badger primary. They draw their personal strength from their chosen community, even when they know their community is flawed - the same way a Snake sticks with their Person even when they're wrong and failable. Badgers are romantics, and Badgers are patriots. They are loyal to this almost spiritual core idea of what their county ought to be - and can sometimes bring the ideal and the reality closer together, through sheer willpower.

I had a fantastic time writing Elim Garak, a incredibly morally gray interrogator/spy from a sort of sci-fi West Berlin. The tragedy of him is that he believes the propaganda, so when he sees his country stray too far he defects, in order to save it from itself. But he never stops being a patriot, and a lot of his conflicts revolve around whether he is able to adopt a second community and/or forgive himself for potentially betraying his first.

Clark Kent is absolutely a puppies-and-kittens Badger primary, but what's wonderful about him is he still feels loyal to his original community (Krypton) - which he cannot be a part of because it no longer exists. He loves his adopted community (Earth) with all his heart, but because he is a Badger, he is so conscious of the fact that he is an outsider - and specifically an outsider with the potential to be a gigantic threat. So he is hyper, hyper aware of the power dynamics surrounding him at all times. It gives everything he does this weight, because he is just. so. careful. Spock is another torn-between-two-incompatible-communities Badger, which is always a good premise, and his sparring partner Dr. McCoy is a Badger... constantly running into situations where he can't save everyone. But he just keeps getting back up. (complaining the whole time, or course.) I'd put Mad-Eye Moody in that same category - just wrote a fun thing with him.

Draco Malfoy actually has a very loud Badger primary, in contrast to his Snake primary parents. He actually believes all that stuff about the continuity and importance of the Malfoy name, and it's not okay for Voldemort to undermine it even if Draco himself would personally benefit and get a lot of power out of the exchange. I do have a big huge fic about post-war Draco coming, and one thing I really enjoyed was the way Draco needs to adapt the tradition and family history that gives him so much power and stability - into something that can still exist in a post-Voldemort world.

Universal Badgers are great when they're interacting with something the majority of their world doesn't consider a person. I loved writing Eddie Brock because... of course the homeless lady is a person, and so is the security guard, and the cashier at the convenience store, and yep the black goo monster symbiote, he's a person too. So when Venom gloms onto his head, and learns how to relate to humanity through Eddie, that's the lesson he learns, and Eddie becomes Venom's equal partner.

Contrast him with the villain of the first Venom movie, the very Elon-Musk coded Carlton Drake. Drake's issue is that he fundamentally sees people as expendable, so when he gets his own symbiote... of course Riot learns that people are expendable. So Drake becomes merely a body that Riot controls. Which, in the end, is why they lose.

[writing-nothing-but-spilled-ink]

Anyways this thought came to my head now I'm obligated to share

This is an au where Selina Kyle and Bruce actually get married and are in the process of like sharing a life together

Anyways this is a thing I think would be funny if it happened

Bruce is just excited to tell his friend the good news but his friend isn't exactly thrilled it's 2 am and while Gotham never sleeps Harvey dent aka two face is fucking horrified by the. Text he just received from fucking Bruce Wayne, how he got his number he doesn't fucking know the text in question

JUST GOT MARRIED!!!! 🥳🍾🍻🎉 Also totally off topic but I did not sign a prenup btw any idea of what my shares are Selina is asked for some so I gave her some but I don't actually know what they are

Two face just immediately starts blowing up Bruce's phone trying to get that man to answer is a fucking nightmare especially whenever he gets a new partner to spend time with it's like he can't see behind the pretty girl in front of him, he may be the world's greatest detective but when it comes to romantic partners he's the world's biggest idiot especially when he's in love

Finally two face starts falling Bruce and when he finally does answer he's on speaker with Selina in the room

"Bruce for the love of God tell me you had her sign a goddamn prenup, did you even discuss custody arrangements, HOW AND WHY ARE YOU GIVING HER YOUR SHARES WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT IT IS THAT YOU HAVE TELL ME THAT THIS IS A JOKE".

Bruce: I think your jealous of what I have with Selina, I trust her completely there's no need for a prenup, as for the kids they won't be a problem, and that's precisely why I texted you afterall you were one of my closest advisors for years also I thought you'd be happy for me, ya know it's not my fault yo-"

Two face: BRUCE I AM NOT JEALOUS I AM CONCERNED SELINA IS INFAMOUS FOR BEING INTERESTED IN HER OWN POCKETS AND ANYTHING SHINY, AND NEED I REMIND YOU THAT WE AREN'T FRIENDS WE HAVENT BEEN FRIENDS FOR YEARS IDK IF YOUR DRUNK OR STUPID BUT KNOWING YOU ITS PROBABLY BOTH, YOU NEED TO SEND ME ALL THE PAPERWORK REGARDING YOUR NEW MARRIAGE IMMEDIATELY SO I CAN FIX THIS GODDAMN MESS CAUSE I WILL NOT LISTEN TO YOU CRY AND WHINE WHEN THIS BLOWS UP IN YOUR STUPID ASS FACE DOES ALFRED EVEN ONOW OF YOUR STUPIDITY BECAUSE THIS IS A NEW KIND OF STUPID EVEN FOR YOU WORLDS GREATEST DETECTIVE MY ASS

Bruce merely smiles and says you wouldn't be nearly this worked up if you didn't care I knew you were still in there harv I just wanted the proof that my friend still exists I'd like for you to be my second best man at my wedding also you should come to dinner some time the kids they all miss you, and some of them have started to take an interest in the law you were at the top of your field maybe you could point them in the right direction, as for me and Selina while we did elope it has not get been made official so if you really want me to do all this paperwork you must come over for a family meal Bruce then promptly hangs up leaving Harvey absolutely flabbergasted because wtf just happened and how the fuck, wait did he just get fucking adopted by Bruce Wayne, he's a fucking supervillain and he got roped into attending a family dinner..

A moment later his phone dings and he opens it to see a big list of various foods drinks appetizers and deserts with a text at the bottom that says choose three of your favorites from each category and just dress casual or whatever's most comfortable to you it's only a small family dinner please email Alfred a list of any diet restrictions or food allergies you may have it'll be nice to have you over and don't worry Selina has agreed to play nice I know the two of you haven't always gotten along, his phone lights up again with a Gmail account to Alfred pennyworth two face can't argue so he just sighs exasperated and just RSVPs everything and goes in to see the gotham seamstress for something a bit more fancy for this get together and one extra nice suit for the wedding

[whatisamildopinion]

aasimar!riz makes me absolutely feral and i have two (2) questions

1) what exactly is riz able to see without his glasses in both day and night time? i know that the majority of blind ppl have some residual vision and am vv curious

2) is riz able to summon his wings without casting radiant soul/celestial revelation or is it bound strictly to spell slots?

anyway tysm for this au that haunts me. your body horror in the nightmare king’s forest was god-tier(pun not intended) and made me physically uncomfortable.

muah muah thank you for participating in my interrogation

hello hello!!!! ask and ye shall receive. I always love infodumping about Aasimar au

so, 1.)

Riz's vision is weird and complicated because it's running on fantasy bullshit rules, so it's not exactly equivalent to all of the experiences of a blind/low-vision person in real life, but the aspect of some residual vision is definitely one of the more realistic aspects of it, and he definitely has some!

to clarify the physical effects of what happened, after the sheer trauma of eyes-gouged-out in the Nightmare Forest (see the end notes of this chapter to read my unofficial essay on why I think, in a world of magical healing, some injuries stick around and some don't) Cassandra could restore the technical physical construction of his eyes, but for trauma-mental-block reasons, she can't restore the full functionality that they had before. Riz's eyes are, physically speaking at least, fine! and they look pretty much exactly the same as they did before the forest. but because he had a mental block around the idea of the injury, the magical healing falls short. it doesn't work fully. his brain is convinced that they will never be the same, and so they actually comply more closely with his expectations than the physical healing ability Cassandra has. so Cassandra has to circumvent the mental block by giving him something else: Eyes of the Night, which is technically a Twilight Domain Cleric feature (Kristen also has it!) so Riz shouldn't be able to have it, but Cassandra is essentially granting him a miracle here, because holy shit, they have traumatized this kid SO MUCH and also he's Kristen's bestie and also Cassandra and Kalina in Aasimar au have a weird complex about being partially the reason that Riz exists, but I digress. So, all that established, what does that actually mean for residual vision levels for our guy? it essentially breaks down into two categories.

Night/low light vision: Riz can see perfectly!!! Eyes of the Night, baby. he has Darkvision out to a range of 300 feet, and if you're not a meta enthusiast, the normal range of Darkvision is only 60 feet. post-Nightmare Forest, Riz can actually see better in the dark than most people, even in a world where Darkvision is pretty commonplace. if you need a rogue to do shit in the dark, you know who to call. this is the fantasy bullshit part, that his vision works perfectly in low-light conditions, but, as we will see in later chapters, it provides some interesting moments

Day/bright light vision: this is where the residual vision part kicks in. with glasses, Riz can see movement out to about 100 feet, although he can't really see who or what it is. within fifty feet, he can more or less identify individuals if he is already familiar with height and general fashion. for example, he could identify the Bad Kids easily, but recognizing someone he had class with once or twice but didn't really talk to? forget it. within twenty feet, he can kinda read facial expressions; again, easier if he already knows the person. full stop, glasses or no, he cannot read. general rule of thumb, if he's not using his glasses, halve all of those distances. the only reason he's not actively going to be using a cane is because he's effectively got his own magical form of assistive aid: paladin blindsight. also, rogue dex goes crazy. he will just straight up catch himself before he fully trips nine times out of ten. in coming chapters, there's gonna be a little sub-plot about magical assistive technologies, featuring everyone's favorite barbaficer, that's going to help Riz a lot, but even that solution is going to be used less often that not, because it will essentially boil down to maintaining concentration, which you simply cannot do all day without causing hella migraines, I fear. TLDR, Riz has a decent amount of residual vision, and combined with his paladin and rogue abilities, he doesn't have physical trouble so much as academic trouble. a lot of his rogue work is about to be A LOTTTTT harder. rest assured this will be a plot point in junior year.

and, 2.)

so, fun fact, radiant soul is not actually a spell!!! it's an Aasimar race feature. so, unlike using a fly spell, when he activates radiant soul, no one can counterspell it. but, while it doesn't use spell slots, it is a once-per-long-rest deal, and the wings are tied in with the rest of it. so, no, he can't summon his wings outside of using radiant soul. rip. if he could, there would be so many shenanigans. although, if he ever gets up to having third level spells, perhaps I will homebrew that he can burn a third level spell slot to summon his wings outside of radiant soul, since Fly is a third level spell. hmm. something to think about

anyway, this got away from me a little lol, but I am glad that I could torture you a little with some delightful body horror, and my au in general!!! if ever you decide to launch another interrogation, I will gladly participate!

[angrelysimpping]

oki, oki, last oc nsfw abc, i thinks

this one for Jasper :3

Him picrew(s):

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Cuddler. Clinger. Often doesn't wanna move. Might be persuaded to roll out of bed to grab snacks or drinks or something to clean up with but eeeeeh, he's not the best. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Partners: hair lol. Otherwise, tummies His own: oof, maybe his back?

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves cum marking but not big on being the one marked. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Me: i don't know what to put for ‘d for dirty secret’ for jasper Ink: there is no dirty secret Me: he's a very open book Ink: he's very open with what kinda terrible person he is

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Fairly experienced. Quick learner, too. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Pole Position :3c

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Usually serious and a bit uh, crazed, at times. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Lol, bad abt keeping himself groomed. So, so bad. Better about it in dol au bc his family is closer at hand. Also, would be better about it if his partner made a request uwu

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He thinks he's romantic. Depends on if you think the guy who dragged you off the streets and impressions you in a run down hotel ramblin about making you his “perfect art” and “signing” his name on you with a knife is “romantic” or not. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn't like to. Understands to some degree why people jack off but it feels so unsatisfactory to him that he just doesn't get why some people do it so often =p

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Knife play is a big one, tbh. Primal play, too. Marking. Real big on marking. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere in his resort :3

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Listing to him, submitting. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The usual suspects. Hard no to Vomit, scat, diapers. Doesn't like being on the receiving end of kinks that can fall into the humiliation category. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving. (Totally doesn't have a wee hang up about sucking cock courtesy of his older brother, Ezra. No, def not).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough. He tries slow and/or sensual but he always ends up fast and rough. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hell yeah, let's go!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Eh, 50/50 on if he feels willing to experiment. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

At his most wild/high energy, he goes at least five rounds before settling. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn't own any toys but not completely opposed to them. More into the idea of using them on his partner than having them used on himself. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Likes to tease but gets frustrated quickly when teased back. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Mutters and mumbles. Can get loud but it takes some time. (Gets more vocal of he's the one subbing, which he doesn't tend to do too often)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Lost two of his virginities to his brothers. Has never held hands with anyone romantically. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Another runner baybeeee. Deceptively strong, though. Hehe, pretty cock. Pretty pink tip thats sensitive. Nice veins along the underside. Longer than he is wide. Circumcised. Has a few faint scars on his face and back. Rather hairless torso. Pale skin, bit sensitive to light bc of illnesses and medications he was on as a kid. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

In canon: wants to have sex at least once a week but it won't bother him if he doesn't.  Dol AU: the higher his energy, the more likely he is to start something 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's fucking out man. Drains him in such a pleasant way, so happy that he finally gets to sleep :3

BDSM Test:

[hypergamiss]

hey lovely, thank you for always being here for us and answering our questions ♥️ I’m wondering how I can stop overspending? I grew up never being allowed to go out or buy things that I wanted (like toys, books, etc.) and I realized it’s had a huge impact on me currently. I’ve been working two years and took a small break from college. I did pay around $4k for a semester so I’m not in debt thankfully, but the rest of my money is nonexistent. I overspend online shopping, and doordash, food, movie tickets you name it. I’m worried about not having enough after college and saving for an apartment, to eventually buy a car, etc, because I don’t have savings. I moved back in with my crazy parents and siblings and am doing online classes in a scholarship program to finish my degree starting September. My job is a good one, but I don’t save money. I need to even work a second smaller job on weekends to save for apartment expenses and a car. I don’t mind working, I like it, but I love spending money too. I have a lot of small collections and hobbies. But I do want to be financially independent and stable too. I need help.

"hey lovely, thank you for always being here for us and answering our questions ♥️"

You're very welcome🤍

"I overspend online shopping, and doordash, food, movie tickets you name it."

These are habits that are hard to change because they're made to make your life "easier." Physically shopping for what you need or cooking your own food at home doesn't exactly sound as appealing as receiving it in the mail or on your front door step. You're going to have to psychologically be more accepting of doing things the hard way (to save money) and somehow romanticize them or find joy in them. I know what life was like before the delivery apps and online shopping took over so it was never a big deal for me. But we can't say that for the younger generations who grew up having food delivered to their front door or receiving their items in the mail. As convenient as these new methods are, there is a premium that you pay for them. Is the premium worth it? In my opinion it is only worth it if the time that they save you, you are using towards something else that is making you more money than if you would have gone and done everything yourself. If you have the extra time to do your shopping in person, that's what you need to be doing. If you don't have the time to be doing that because the money you're making highly outweighs all of the premium fees, then don't bother doing it yourself. You have to analyze your own situation and determine which category you fall in. If it was up to me I'd cook every single one of my meals, but at some point I had to accept that having my groceries/meals delivered so that I won't miss a meeting (or whatever the case) was the smarter thing to do. Understand that all of these delivery apps with extra fees are meant to drain your bank account and if you're not benefitting from using them in any way, shape. or form, you need to delete them. Avoid online shopping if you are capable of doing it in person. It's a whole different process when you're carrying the items in person then just adding them to a virtual cart. Avoid trends, be really mindful of what you actually need. If you need to give yourself a few days to think the purchase over so you don't impulsively buy it, then do that. The more inconvenient you make the purchase, the more you're going to have to think about it (in a good way).

I don't think that you should fully cut off all of the activities that you enjoy doing, but rather have a budget where you allocate a percentage of your income to have fun. Having hobbies is a really good thing, just don't over spend on them either.

A good method I used at some point was only using cash (card for emergencies only). It forces you to only use the amount of cash you have on hand for spending and you have to go in person to make your purchases. Get creative if cash only is not an option. Open a second checking account for "spending money" only and only use the card that is linked to this account. Do whatever it takes.

One thing I still do is track my (personal) expenses on a spreadsheet every Friday. It forces me to input every transaction and be mindful of them. I tend to catch mostly unwanted subscriptions (a huge issue these days) and I get to rethink if all of the purchases were worth it or not.

Money goes where energy flows. If you keep spending frivolously without bothering to check your bank account or transactions often, your money will just disappear. Keep track of it all, the more you do, the more it will be preserved or compound depending on what you do with it.

There is no easy way to go about this, but if you're determined you can make it happen!

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

I made a post the other day that mentioned IEPs. So I wanted to make a post as someone who was worked for the american school system, and explain IEPs versus 504s. I double checked by looking online just to make sure I wasn't spreading misinformation. (Or just the way my severely underfunded county did things, bc they cut corners) And I found this site above that gives a great break down. It offers a pdf with a chart that compares the two. There is a video that explains it as well. There's also video, a podcast, and the transcription available here . That link also has a few links to other resources.

I'm going add a quick summary of the most important details below regarding IEPs vs 504s. I'm also to going to add a link for parents/guardians who either don't speak/have limited English. (Unfortunately the pdf is in English, but you could probably put it through a one of online translators and the gist of what it saying.)

Most important differences between an IEP and a 504:

IEP: Is always written. Includes related services and specially designed instruction.

Generally much more in depth.

Requires any changes made to the IEP are given to parents/guardians in writing before the IEP team meets and makes any changes. You are automatically part of your child's IEP team. You have to right to attend these meetings. They will send a letter, by snail mail, telling you of a time and date they would like to meet. (If your kid has a good teacher, they will call and try to find a date that works for you. If not, you can contact the school and request a different day. Most schools are willing to be accommodating.)

Written consent from parents/guardians is required before evaluation and before the IEP is put into affect. HOWEVER, the student has to fall under one the 13 disability categories.

Typically includes modifications of the what the student is expected to know and learn. (For example, if the student has an intellectual disability, their learning goals will be established by the IEP team.)

This doesn't mean the student will not be presented with general education grade level concepts, just that they will be modified to meet the student's capability.

IEPs have annual goals that are measurable. These goals are made by the IEP team, including parents/guardians. (Aka, there is a lot of progress monitoring.)

Usually teachers will send out a progress report every two weeks. However, most teachers send out less formal methods of progress monitoring weekly or daily. Sometimes it's just a chart in a file folder where the teacher will jot a note of anything that the student was doing well with, or anything the were struggling on. Sometimes it's their complete work for the week sent home, excluding anything the teacher is keeping for records.

An IEP team has to include at least one gen ed teacher, one special education teacher (special education is usually called EC these days) a school psychologist/specialist, a district representative, and the parent/guardian of the student.

An IEP team is required to meet at least once a year, and the student is reevaluated at least once every three years. (Typically they are reevaluated and deemed still in need of an IEP. Though there are cases when students (mostly in high school) have received enough support that they no longer feel the need an IEP)

An IEP is a legal agreement. You have the right to sue the hell out of the school system if they fail to meet it.

504s:

Doesn't include specially designed instruction. Is meant to help student remain in general education.

Doesn't have to be a written document. (Though typically most schools do write documents. Bc otherwise they would not be able to keep track of what students need, bc there are so many).

Usually provides accomadations/assistive technology, but not related services of modifications. (Though sometimes these are also provided, especially if a student fails to qualify for an IEP, but still needs services and/or modifications)

Requires a student have a disability that impacts their education

Much easier to obtain than an IEP bc less requirements

No specific set of rules of who is on the student's plan team. Generally includes the parents/guardians, the student's general education teacher, (in the event the student has multiple teachers, the teacher will probably be their 'homeroom' teacher, and/or the teacher(s) of whatever subject/area your student is struggling in) and someone from administration, such as the principal or assistant/vice principal. Hopefully also someone from EC who has been trained to teach students with exceptional needs.

Parent/guardian consent is needed to evaluate the child, but this consent does not have to be written. (Many schools will still send some sort of consent form, bc the school system believes in documenting everything.)

The school has to tell you of any big changes to the plan, but they do not require your consent before starting them. Generally you'll be sent a letter of those changes in the mail. (If your students team is good at their job, they'll contact you before. Like, the teacher will call and say we are planning on starting x thing on y date, or email you if that's your preferred method of contact.)

504s don't track annual progress or create annual goals. (Though usually teachers will keep their own form of progress monitoring, bc a student with a 504 could be reevaluated and found they meet the criteria of an IEP. For that reason, many schools treat 504s as if they IEPs. Some schools suck though.)

For parents/guardians with limited or no English language known.

Most importantly, if you have a language barrier, your school must provide a competent translator/interpreter. They should NOT expect your child to work as translator for you.

And there is a lot of times where the translator isn't available that teachers will ask a bilingual staff member to translate for them. How you feel about that is up to you. A lot of parents don't mind in my area, bc we are severely understaffed when it comes to translators, and they want a quick response. If it's something you absolutely don't want, be sure to tell the school. You don't have to do so verbally; send a letter in your language stating your wishes. The school will find someone to interpret it. Keep a back-up copy for yourself.

Just as a general rule to all parents/guardians, keep documentation of everything the school sends you. You never know when you may need it.

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Master - Chapter 21a

*Warning: Adult Content*   

When I'd mentally accepted the fact that I'd be receiving a punishment from Kalem, the possibility of the punishment falling under the category of sex had never crossed my mind.

All the possible outcomes my brain produced, revolved around cleaning in some form.

I'd concluded that he'd perhaps ask to clean for a longer period during the day than his usual set time or even continue spreading his love for cleaning to the parts of the castle I'd denied him.

My worst-case scenario was for him to make me clean alongside him.

But it had turned out to be none of the above, in typical Kalem fashion he went in the complete opposite direction, producing two bipolar punishments with my name on them.

"Master you're making the car move too slow," Kalem declares from the back seat, drawing my attention to his reflection in the rear view mirror for a split second before I refocus it on the busy motorway. "You have to go faster so you can get your punishment."

"It doesn't matter what speed I drive at, you still have to eat dinner before we get to any of that," I reply, glancing back to find him pouting as he slouches into his seat and looks back out the window with little interest.

Despite the nature of the punishments, I was happy to have Kalem acting like himself again.

It had been a gruelling last couple of days for the two of us, the strain on our relationship a noticeable one that had us both walking on a thin layer of ice. 

With Kalem feeling so torturously uncomfortable and unsure in his own skin, nothing had gotten through to him, no amount of love or reassurances could bring him out of his own mind.

Nothing until I came to him, from the mindset of a slave and reminded him of our rules.

It still made me miserable to think of him in that light but Malcolm had been right, it was the only way to get through to him and it had worked.

As disheartening as it was to admit, Kalem's roots would always set from his past as a slave, tying the stems of his personality to it for the rest of his life. 

It'd come time for to me to realise and accept that keeping that reality in mine would save us both a lot of heartache in the future.

So, here we were, on our way to carry out my first punishment which wasn't really a punishment. 

Neither of them was honestly speaking but they both made my abandoned spirit twist with displeasure in some form, so I suppose they were serving their purpose.

Kalem had always been the hugger between the two of us, I'd simply grown accustomed to and fond of that constant display of affection from him. 

But my heart still clamped down on itself when I thought that he'd be refraining from doing so until he decided otherwise.

‘Perhaps they really were good punishments.’

"Master," Kalem calls, drawing my attention away from my thoughts once more.

"Yes, love."

"Can I have the crispy meat for dinner?" Kalem asks hopefully, his chest pressing against his seatbelt as he pushed forth in excitement.

"Bacon," I supply and he gives me a little nod. "I can add it to your meal if you really want it."

"Thank you, Master," Kalem says, releasing a muffled squeal as he shifts excitedly in his seat.

"I told you didn't I, that one day you'd be asking me for more food," I remind him, as I take the turn off that lead back to the garage. "I'm glad to see that I wasn't wrong."

"Me too Master," Kalem replies quietly and I sneak a peek into the rear view mirror in time to see his cheeks heat up, taking on a lovely rose shade. "M-Maybe one day I c-can try pizza again."

My eyes widen in surprise at this suggestion since Kalem had been pretty adamant about his hatred for pizza. 

It'd left a bad taste in his mouth being the first food he tried outside of that disgusting gruel nonsense and only left a worse impression in his mind since he'd soon after thrown it up.

"Maybe," I reply with a delicate sense of pride welling up in my chest. "There are many different types of pizza, I'm sure you'll like at least one."

"Do you have one you like Master?" Kalem asks as I reach down to scoop up my gate opener from the cup holder.

"When I indulge in eating, I like sausage and green peppers on mine," I reveal and Kalem's face crumples at the mention of the new foods. "I'll have you try those soon enough."

"Okay Master," he replies hurriedly as I park the car amongst the rest of my collection. "I hope I like them both too so that if I do eat pizza again and I like it, we can have something else we both like."

As I had been doing since meeting Kalem, a smile twists my lips upwards as my chest warms from his innocent words. 

Kalem's pure intentions melted my heart within it’s cage and imprinted themselves into my skin.

"That would be very nice," I reply, letting him see my smile before getting out the car.

It doesn't take long before we find ourselves back in the comfort of our home, the quiet expanse welcoming us with its usual silence.

Several months had passed since I'd first brought Kalem here, this forgotten castle that we'd made into our home. 

The time that'd passed was an equivalent of minutes to my lifespan and yet there was an unmistakable change in this place since his arrival.

And it wasn't just how clean the old castle had become, no it was something in the atmosphere. 

Something full of life and light that had Kalem's little fingerprints all over it.

Things were changing, the same as I was.

It was almost as if, this lost, ancient castle was coming to life again just as I was now that I'd found my purpose for living. 

And it, like I was, was ready to exercise it's original purpose.

"Take your time and clean yourself carefully as I showed you," I say to Kalem as we stop in the doorway of his bedroom.

"I will Master," Kalem promises before he presses himself up on his toes to deliver a light kiss to my lips.

"Good boy," I praise when he settles and he eyes practically sparkle at the praise. "I'll be in the kitchen when you're done."

"Okay," he says and I leave him to shower.

In the kitchen, I begin pulling out the different ingredients I'd need for Kalem's dinner and chuckle to myself as I survey the spread.

I'd always known how to cook and for a decade or two taken the time to learn the bases of the world's different cuisines.

But with time, as I seemed to do with most of my hobbies, I lost interest in the activity.

Especially seeing as I didn't need to eat food to survive, it was really just a waste of time and resources and though I may have an endless supply of both, it didn't appeal to me any more.

Yet here I stood, centuries later, putting on an apron to make dinner for my heart and soul.

‘And I wouldn't change a single thing.’

Using my Vampire speed, I chop up the vegetables and season the potatoes lightly before putting them all in the oven to bake before placing a pan to heat for Kalem's bacon.

I chuckle at the random request, he had a tendency to crave certain foods at any other time than their usual eating times.

I fill the pan with as many slices as it could take, Kalem's stomach had become a black hole the second his appetite grew and his taste buds were reawakened.

It was nice to see that his body was no longer outlined by visible bones and his face wasn't hollowed but full, his cheeks chubby to match the little stomach he'd grown.

‘It was progress.’

[wendell-or-something]

taking this theme and running with it for a second, this always makes me think back to the first scene in the whole series. Sugimoto is in the trenches, and he eats an ant, then spits it out because it tastes awful. he's starving... but he claims that he'll take a bite out of a Russian before he dies here.

war is threatening to consume Sugimoto, and his only defense is to consume it right back. it permeates him and changes him, into something ruthless yet standardized... something different from who he really is, or wants to be. that doesn't matter anymore... he's the same as everyone around him, literally indistinguishable from all the rest. they don't feed him well because it wouldn't make sense to waste too much on the future dead. all of these soldiers have equal utility here, they're all just as disposable as the next guy, and all would be equally irrelevant to miss if they perished. if you're going to slaughter an animal, the last thing you'd want to do is learn it's name.

when Asirpa begins their friendship by not only feeding Sugimoto well, but also teaching him the methods and customs of her culture, she's investing time and energy into Sugimoto on a personal level. it's literally an indication that his identity matters. she chooses him even after the war has been in him, and helps work it back out of him by letting him make more active choices about who he wants to be.

but the most interesting part is how this makes Asirpa even more of a foil for Tsurumi. because Tsurumi sees the same damaged soldiers, or just mentally ill people in general... and especially when those two categories overlap, he preys upon it. for some men, war was an environment where their worst qualities were encouraged to flourish, and were possibly even glorified. the idea of the war ending is synonymous with them losing their community, and the only context where they feel like they fit in. and especially for the soldiers who feel corrupted by the way war changed them, and thus unfit to live amongst civilians... Tsurumi really does feel like he's their savior. he's the only one who really appreciates what they're capable of. he's the only one who understands, and won't judge them.

in particular, there's an addictive cycle to Tsurumi's affection, which is represented by his connection to morphine. taking Nikaidou as the most blatant example... he receives orders, and goes to commit violence, which he'll gain praise for doing, but only if he does it well enough. the bar is high for success, and that makes it all the more likely that he'll end up getting hurt in the process. at which point Tsurumi takes him in, comforting him with sweet words, and easing his pain with an addictive substance, before handing him the tools to sow further destruction, and sending him into the fray all over again. this is the connection of dependency between Arisaka's arms dealing, and Tsurumi's production of narcotic drugs... another consumption-based indicator of how a person is living, and what their purpose is to those around them. there's an addictive element to the cycle of getting hurt and seeking comfort directly from the people who give you your objectives... your sense of purpose... which hurts you all over again.

in this story, you reproduce what you consume, whether this be warm emotions and positive feelings, or addictive fanaticism. and in terms of healthy vs. unhealthy consumption, we can see how it applies on an ideological level as well.

one of my favorite conversations in Golden Kamuy is between Sugimoto and Heiji Koito, shortly after the death of Wilk. Sugimoto ponders how Wilk could ever leave such a heavy and dangerous legacy to fall upon his daughter's shoulders... but Heiji says that he's been responsible for sending many young men to their deaths with his commands. it would be hypocritical for him to hold his own son back due to sentiment.

at first this seems like an argument in favor of not expecting someone to risk a thing that you yourself wouldn't be willing to give up. but in actuality, this only indicates that war makes it impossible for any parent to protect their children. Heiji Koito is powerless to keep his son out of danger, in spite of the love he feels, because so is everyone. is it so wrong to wish for nobody to have to make this choice? and when you send enough people into the dehumanizing environment of war, and they all either come back changed, or don't come back at all, that supersedes whatever culture they came from. in this way, war becomes the only legacy that they will learn or bring forth into the future. you can't preserve culture this way, because you can't preserve individual people this way. war's purpose is to destroy them.

you get out what you put in. even in all of the food related examples, this holds true. the dried persimmons, the kane mochi, the monkfish stew... their purpose goes beyond just feeding the body.

One of my favorite themes in Golden Kamuy is food. Obviously understanding Ainu culture through food is one aspect of it all, but I love how several characters have a special food that's important to their story. Sugimoto has dried persimmons, Ogata has angler fish hot pot, Tanigaki has kane mochi. And also just exploring regional food like when Sugimoto first had shrimp tempura in his vagrant boy flashbacks and then he tells Asirpa about it in the present. I just love this about the story.

[bonny-kookoo]

will we ever find out why joon is so against hybrids? im thinking maybe he had a bad experience with one before… like maybe he adopted a hybrid but they didn’t trust him so they ran away and now he just doesn’t like hybrids?

It's quiet in his home, no lights turned on as he sits in front of his bedroom closet, box in his lap. The words Yoongi had thrown at him had punched him harder than the producer would've ever been able to.

"-and don't you dare try and contact authorities about this!" His friend's voice echoes in his mind.

Namjoon knows it's not all that simple. There's no way to just undo what has been done, no good option available to simply remove those hybrids from his friends lifes to spare them the hurt that might be inevitable. They're idols. Busy. No private life. Always in danger of being dragged into something that might end their entire career in a heartbeat. It's not only Jungkook or Yoongi he's scared for- but those hybrids as well.

"They're not pets for fuck's sake!" He hears both of his bandmates in his head, and he knows that. He knows it probably just as well as they do.

It's been two years almost. It's going to be next month, on the thirteenth. And yet he still can't look at the green metal tag in the box, one he's seen Jungkook's hybrid wear as well. It's the international standard color for category 3 hybrids- it's not a surprise they're similar.

The design isn't the same, Jungkook's hybrid probably having received a newer version at some point, since the tags have to be renewed every year.

"But- you told me that I'd still be able to at least see her once in a while!" He'd argued with his management, having asked for where they'd brought you after workers had picked you up a few days prior.

"Namjoon-ssi, it's better this way." They'd explained to him. "With everything going on right now, it'll be easier to handle it all without the added burden of a hybrid." They'd told him.

"Thats not for you to decide!" He'd yelled, panic setting in as the reality slowly became too apparent to him. He hadn't just given you into temporary care. He'd given you away. He'd promised you, as you'd been crying the day before they took you, that it wasn't how it seemed. That he would always come see you. That he would get you back full time as soon as he could manage.

To you, it now must've seemed as if he lied. He himself at least feels as if he did, even if he didn't even know that what he said wasn't true.

Do you hate him now?

Surely you do, if you even remember him these days. He'd searched every shelter for your name, your ID number, everything, and nothing ever came of it- so you must have a new home at this point. He hopes you're happy.

He just wants to protect his bandmates from all of this.

Jungkook is easy to manipulate in his eyes. He would definitely fall for the same lies they've told the bandleader back then as well- and he doesn't want to imagine how devastated the youngest of the group would be if his hybrid, his partner, was to be taken away like that.

And with Yoongi, it's even worse, since he wouldn't even have a choice. If he wasn't to give his hybrid up voluntarily, there would be other options to get her taken by the system itself with just a call.

Namjoon closes the box again, burying it in the corner of his closet where he keeps it safe. He knows he'll come back to it just like tonight, whenever he feels like he needs to at least remember a little bit when it was all alright. When things were okay.

Maybe he should change his ways. Maybe he should start to try and protect both or his bandmates from this not by doing the same his management had done to him in the past- but by trying to be an example of what not to do. But at this point, with Yoongi clearly angry at him, and Jungkook more or less equally hostile, he's not sure if that's even an option any longer.

Maybe he's just doomed to lose.

[thefanficmonster]

can i req for some lord heisenberg headcanons where reader is like very emotionless and their ability is kind of like venom/a symbiote? i feel like karl would be really interested in a lord that doesn't react to his taunts at all and doesn't see him like how lady d or miranda sees him

bonus if everytime karl makes an amazing move they pat him on the head gently and saying "good job" still emotionless lol

Sure thing dear! Enjoy 💕

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x Reader (Gender Neutral) [Resident Evil Village]

Warnings: SPOILERS for Resident Evil Village, Mentions of human experimentation, Mentions of blood, violence and death, Swearing

Genre: Humor

The moment Karl met you, he was intrigued, puzzled by you and the way you made your way through the world with an exceptional poker face

That’s also the exact moment he set himself the goal of either making you crack a smile or pissing you off to the point of throwing him through a wall

He was willing to take either, still is

But you’re giving him nothing to work with

Never have, never will

You struggled with your emotions a lot prior to the experiments you underwent but after them you were an entirely different person

An emotionless one

Although to some that may sound like a nightmare, you’ve found it to be quite the calm and content way to live

You’ve never given into anyone’s desire to make you laugh for their ego boost nor have you indulged anyone who’s tried to anger you for their own entertainment

In fact, you’re the one on the receiving end of said entertainment when the tables flip and the person poking a stick at you is the one growing frustrated by how indifferent you are to their existence in its entirety

Karl falls under that category

He’s a walking vending machine for sarcastic, witty quips that get an eye-roll or a groan from Mother Miranda and Alcina while managing to draw at least some laughter from the crowd, curtesy of Angie and Moreau

You rarely spare him more than a side glance 

And that drives him fucking nuts

“Oh come on! That was one of my better ones!“ He’d complain, going as far as to cross his arms over his chest even

Whether an intentional tactic to make you laugh or not, it still gets and internal chuckle to dance around in your chest whereas your exterior remains unbothered

“What can I say, you were born to be a clown but if that doesn’t work out you can always be a comedian.“

Now that gets a laugh from everyone, almost from him as well but he’s got enough pride not to give in which means the playing field is somewhat leveled 

That is also reflected in your powers, both of you being the two most powerful Lords in Miranda’s clan

But that doesn’t mean you don’t fight alongside one another from time to time

Why take on the enemy alone when you can save some time and effort by getting an extra set of powers involved, right?

And if you two can’t have each other’s backs, who can? Neighbors are obligated to be looking out for each other

Oh, right, did I fail to mention his factory is right next to your observatorium? Well, imagine how much fun it is to have this man you like referring to as ‘raccoon’ as a neighbor

Of course, you’re not exactly buddy-buddy with one another, but you have helped him prevent several explosions in his factory 

Whereas he saved your ass when a pack of rabid lycans broke through and entered your quarters, thirsty for blood

You and the many little animals you’ve adopted over the years were most certainly not ready for that but Karl seemed to have been

Weapons of all kinds, all metal, were flung at the creatures, some hitting them, others chasing them away before the gate to your quarters was promptly propped shut with the help of Karl’s powers

“I’ll fix it properly later!“ He called out to you, standing all tall and proud amidst the garden that had been ambushed seconds ago

How he got there was beyond you but you never bother questioning much about Heisenberg

“You can thank me then“ He continued, watching cautiously as you approached him, “There, now we’re even. You can’t flaunt anymore. I’m just as good as you are.“

God knows how laughable you found his claim but the closest you could come to laughing was patronizing, so you did just that

“Of course you are, Heisy. Good job.“ You said, emphasizing your mocking words with a complimentary pat to his head

And just like that, a habit you enjoy and one he hates was created

Patronizing him till he starts hating you, and then till he can no longer hold back his laughter

[rcksmith]

The Agreement part.2 — Kaz Brekker

Resume/Masterlist

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader.

Warnings of series: Convenience/arranged marriage, swearing, mention of fight, mention of death, mention of desire, fluff, sensual, mention of post-traumatic stress.

Warnings of chapter: swearing.

Word count: 4k

A/N: I hope you guys like.💖

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closet. Love you ❤️

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“What?!” Your exclamation came out louder than intended, and perhaps sharper than expected.

The salty sea breeze came through the window once more. The smell of salt and ocean invaded the room and for a second it felt like being in a ship's cabin at sea.

Kaz looked at you as if you were some child. Or someone deaf. But if he was swimming in acidic thoughts, he didn't say them.

"Think carefully." His voice was firm and explicit, the ones men use to convince women of something. “You want freedom, don't you? Live your life without having to fulfill a man's whims or your father's expectations. You wants to be able to snow on a ship without having a date to go back and make your own destiny. You want just needing to care what new adventure knocks on your door and what promise of wonders life awaits. It is not?"

How did he figure it out so well in such a short time? Was he too shrewd or were you too transparent?

You nodded, unable to say anything. Perhaps out of perplexity at how Kaz read you so easily. Or maybe the way he looked like an overpoweringly beautiful fallen angel in the moonlight.

“And the only way to do that is to get married.”

You frowned. “As I recall, Brekker, I came here just so I wouldn't have to get married.”

“And it's a stupid plan.” God, you wanted to kill him. “You asked me to have the Dregs take you to the harbor without your father's spies noticing. But it turns out your father's spies already know you're here.”

Your breath was lost somewhere between lungs and nose.

“Since you arrived, the noise from the Crow Club downstairs has become less shrill. And this is not typical criminal behavior. Either they have adopted good manners or someone they know they should fear has joined the Club.” Kaz sat more relaxed in the armchair behind his desk, his dark blue eyes locked on you. “I would bet on the second option.”

“So I came here for nothing?” You were starting to get angry at his beating around the bush. Because you knew it was manipulation. Brekker was laying the groundwork and you understood that.

“I did not say that. Turns out you can never get rid of your father. Not when he's a man with the purchasing power able to buy an entire country. There will always be someone who will recognize you, someone who will find you. And for the right price, the whole world is capable of being bribed. You would run away only to be chased by other spies, other people wanting the reward your father will give to whoever brings you back home.”

Very early on, you realized that Kaz Brekker was capable of crushing dreams as easily as crushing an insect. His destructive power was colossal and you saw all of your desires floating under his palm. Waiting just for him to brutally clench his fist and crush them.

But that's not what he did.

“You'll only get what you want if you follow his orders.” The breeze came through the window once more, ruffling her charcoal hair. “But if you can't defeat your enemies, change the rules of the game.”

“And is that where marriage to you comes in?”

“See it.” His body leaned very gently across the table towards you, it was a millimeter and ridiculous gesture, but it felt like him standing a breath away from you. “What you need is to get married. But marrying someone who doesn't give a damn about what you're going to do, and don’t have expectations of you. Someone who is not interested in home life, family life or Any other things you can offer other than money.”

Any other things you can offer. The night breeze this time was accompanied by an impure, almost obscene scene of the fallen angel in front of you on a bed of black duvets and caustic weather. A moment when the ends of his black hair brushed your forehead and your nose, moving back and forth as followed the rhythm of his hips and…

The sea breeze was gone, taking the obscene image with it and bringing back your common sense. For a second you wondered where that came from! You hadn't been in his presence for more than two hours and the entire compilation of what it was like Kaz Brekker, so far, had frightened you and attracted you in an absurdly dangerous way.

"And are that you came, I suppose." You hoped your voice couldn't give away your impure thoughts from seconds ago. “Do you want us to form an alliance where you receive my dowry and in return I am free from my father's demands and can do as I please with my freedom?"

“Alliance is a very strong term for what we are doing here.” He was succinct, “I would tell you to look at this as a business transaction. A marriage document is still just a piece of paper. And nothing else. Don't get carried away by sentimentalism. Things only have feelings if you want them to.”

Kaz was right, you knew that. For all your belief in true love and the many books romance novels you devoured, you still understood that a marriage could very well be seen as a business translation. It are a sad, cold way to see something so beautiful, but it still true.

“I have no interest in anything other than your dowry and you have no interest other than freedom. So what I'm proposing is something very sensible and objective. When we get married, your father will set you free, and you won't have any husband to please or any other crap. I don't want and don't expect anything from you, I don't care if you're sailing to Ravka or venturing on The Fold.”

“Do you want the money out of greed or despair?”

Kaz took a second to get a better look at you after that sneaky question. You had asked the correct question amid so many banalities and he realized that you were more cunning than you looked.

If he wanted to know your secrets, you also wanted to know his.

“A bit of both.” He was sincere.

“And what do you intend to do with my father's industries? Because you would win them too. And any misdirection could end up reducing my father's empire to nothing, and I don't want him to see the thing he loves most in ruins.”

Brekker heard the feelings in your voice. There was a hidden pang of hurt, but a lot of determination and honesty. You loved your father and understood him, even if you didn't agree with his principles. You had a fair and upright nature and were able to move mountains to get things done the way you thought was right. That was a red flag for Kaz. You were a good person. And he not.

He could never promise you things that go back to a good guy. But he could promise you honesty and justice. Kaz Brekker would never take something from someone the way it was taken from him so many years ago. He was a monster. But never in the same category as Pekka.

“I have no interest in having an empire doomed to fail.” His eyes were serious. “My motivation has always been greed. Why would I sink the company that is capable of making me such a rich man?”

He would have to be an idiot to let such a lucrative business go. And Kaz Brekker was anything but an idiot.

“Would you let me do anything I want?”

“I have no interest in what you don't or do.”

You hesitated for a second, as if remembering another detail. “My father doesn't believe in divorce, and even if he did, I would be pressured to remarry. Do you understand that we couldn't divorce?”

“I have no desire to marry again. And you might as well get other men you want without making a fuss, without your father finding out.” Always rational and objective. Without any inclination to the heart's desires. “There is no room in this world for feelings. Much less in this agreement. If you fall in love with someone you will have to be content with just relating to them, not getting married. And it seems like a small price to pay for so many benefits.”

It was the perfect plan. Did you know that. It was rational, objective and cunning. Something advantageous for both without costing too much. But why did you feel that something could go very wrong? You were a romantic person and you knew you could see things where they didn't exist. The truth was, you would have to leave your heart completely out of the picture.

Just a business transaction.

Brekker seemed to see a hint of hesitation in your eyes.

“It's very simple, Ms. Y/L/N.” That voice that gave you goose bumps hovered in front of you. “You marry me and you still have your freedom, because I don't give a damn about what you do after.”

“20 million from Kruges. Rich.” his eyes gleamed with a deep glow.

“And how do I know this isn't a trick?”

“I don't promise lies.” His firm face was serious “I won't give you happiness, Y/n. Much less love. Love doesn't exist in Kerch. But I will give you freedom, independence, a comfortable life that you are accustomed. And it seems to be much more than you have now.”

You knew you could be making a deal with the devil. Selling your soul to that man with the face of a fallen angel and the aura of Lucifer. But what choice did you have?

You couldn't go back if you sealed that deal. That man would be bound whit you, even by a piece of paper, for a lifetime. Was it worth the price? You didn't care for your father's press to want to be in the management and you had a lot more money than twenty million Kruges. What would you be missing? Your chance to marry one day whit someone you came to love? But if you came home without someone one day from now your father would marry you to a gargoyle. And the way out to flee no longer seemed a viable option.

Yes, it was worth it.

Seeming to see from the glint in your eyes that you've made a decision, Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, reached out a leather-gloved hand toward you. His eyes sparkled with a mysterious spark, the scent of male cologne with a hint of danger lurking around the room. And for a moment, you felt a shiver go up your spine and the feeling that your life had just begun.

“Agree to marry me?” He said.

The feeling was that you were about to embark on the greatest adventure of your life. You didn't know what that little stunt with Kaz Brekker awaited you. But you would find out.

“Yes.” You took his hand in a firm, intense handshake that held a million secrets.

A satisfied, victorious smile came to his lips. And whenever Kaz gave him that expression, it felt like seeing the fallen angel that was the reason so many humans sinned. The clouds in the sky shifted, moving out of the moon's path and making the distilled rays of light shimmer more brightly. His black hair and white skin were graced with those bundles, and for a second his beauty was overwhelming.

You held your breath.

Brekker continued to say something, but you couldn't pay attention. Your heart began to race, the moonlight following in his footsteps as Kaz got up from his chair and went to fetch some papers from across the room. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him. His body was taller and thinner than you deduced when he was sitting down. Kaz had long, slender legs beneath black straight-cut pants, his chest was broad and his waist was narrow. For a second, you felt like running your hand over the contours of his body.

You shifted your attention forward abruptly. Focusing eyes on something else.

That was the curse of handsome men. They fooled women and made them daydream. With his underworld god beauty and mysterious aura with a touch of danger, Kaz Brekker was overwhelmingly attractive. And your blood reacted to that. Any woman would have reacted the same way.

“And we'll have to leave tomorrow morning…” he sat opposite you again.

“Sorry, what?”

You turned your attention to his words, not remembering half of what he said seconds ago. Kaz looked at you intently this time, squinting his eyes millimetrically, as if he was trying to guess which paths your mind had wandered in for the past two minutes.

“Your deadline is the day after tomorrow, isn't it?”

"Yes." You got back to the core of the problem once more. “The trip to my house takes a few hours. Half a day if it's raining.”

Kaz had his eyes on the papers in his hands, maybe they were maps or documents, but you didn't feel like craning your neck to see what it was. Leaning over to view the papers meant getting closer to Brekker, and two hours in his presence was enough for you to understand that nothing good would happen if you got any closer. Or maybe you didn't trust your own feelings and emotions.

“This will have to be done very discreetly.” He didn't look up from his papers. “If any rumors about our deal reach the wrong people, your father will hear about our plan. And that meant you will being forced to marry someone else, and me without my money. Does anyone know you're here because you planned to run away?”

You shook your head. “No. I didn't get to tell my friends. But now that the plan is different, I intend to tell a friend that…”

“You can't tell anyone.” Kaz lifted ocean blue eyes to you in an electrifying look that made you shiver.

“And what is supposed to say to my friends?” You felt a pang of indignation.

“That we are in love.”

This time, your breath was gone. The phrase was like pouring gasoline on an old, flammable woodpile. And you were afraid of what might be the match that would set off a fire.

Kaz noticed your reaction and was amused by it. “Just say some nonsense about falling in love with a criminal. It wouldn't be the first time a rich little girl has fallen in love with the bad guy, and I guarantee it won't be the last.”

“And you won't tell anyone about the truth too?” You wanted to change the focus you.

“I don't have to answer to anyone.”

This time you gave a smug smile and crossed your arms in an insolent gesture. “So everyone will think the infamous Kaz Brekker, Dirty Handes and Ketterdam's most dangerous gangster is in love with a rich little girl?”

Kaz narrowed his eyes at your teasing.

“It won't be the first time that the man with a bad temper and dangerous soul falls in love with the little girl. And I'm sure it won't be the last.” You said.

You were provocative, witty and stubborn. You would always hit at the same height and loved to show people that could very well play their game. Brekker unraveled this perfectly. You weren't the kind of woman who would be peaceful, serene, and calm. You wouldn't be like Inej. You would not take his orders and his taunts in silent, contained rage. You were intense. And that was a danger.

Why did he get the feeling you were so much more than he imagined?

“Let's go to your house tomorrow morning. Nine in the morning.” He changed the subject. “I'll go with you and we'll get married.”

"My father must be preparing everything by now." You sighed. “He takes his promises very seriously and I have no doubt that, when I returns, the ceremony scene will be set in the party garden.”

Partly you were relieved about it now. Planning a ceremony are intense and personal. You never really thought about getting married, but you always imagined that if one day it happened it would be the man of your dreams. And you didn't know if you would want to organize a fake wedding. There were certain things that were inevitable to keep the heart from breaking.

“Better yet, the faster the better.”

The two of you discussed some more details of the plan in the next few hours. It was agreed that Kaz would pick you up at nine from your hotel tomorrow, in an elegant hired carriage (which you obviously would be paying for) and the two of you would go to your house in Kerch. For all intents and for all people, the truth would be that the two of you were in love. It was such a typical cliché that it wouldn't be the least bit hard to believe.

And after a while, you two could already show yourself to the world as a couple who barely saw each other. Rich society was full of them: marriage with coldness and distance, where the man has his bets and lovers and the woman her travels and her jewelry. Your father would surely understand and leave you alone. After all, he had gotten a son-in-law to inherit his empire. A young son-in-law with blood for business who would make your father extremely satisfied. However, now the two of you had to look like a couple in love. And the reality of the situation was a secret that only the two of you would take with you to the tomb.

But, that night it was difficult for you to sleep. Anxiety, restlessness and fear gnawed at you like cunning mice, rolling you from side to side in bed, whispering in your ears millions of futures where everything could go wrong. Where not even Kaz Brekker's plans could free you from the clutches of one of your father's suitors.

When the clock struck seven in the morning, you jumped out of bed with unsettling, restless energy. You didn't like feeling helpless and waiting for Brekker to show up was exactly the definition of a princess in trouble. You had to do something.

- -

“What do you mean to get married?!” Jesper choked on his breakfast, and Nina nearly spit out all her orange juice.

Kaz rolled his eyes and continued sorting through the documents on the large round table. He was going to be gone for a few days at most and needed the people he trusted most to take care of business while he was gone. There were a lot of robberies to do and Kaz spent the night crafting and modifying plans for options where he wasn't involved. He had made a list of what needed to be checked at ports and what needed to be resupplied at Crow clube.

The plan was to marry you when they arrived in Kerch and return to Crow Club the next day. Kaz knew he would have to bring you, the two of you would have to stay together until your dowry was delivered to him. After that you could go on any adventure you wanted.

But dealing with the Crows was being more exasperating than Kaz could have expected.

"I didn't even know you had a girlfriend!" Wylan was in shock.

"Nobody knew!" Nina and Inej had their chins on the floor. Matthias was the only one who didn't seem to care so much.

"I didn't know the affairs of my private life were your business." Kaz didn't look up from the papers he kept in folders for the stupid ones.

"But you never said anything." Inej said.

"It was the intention."

"It's with Y/n, isn't it?" Jesper had bright eyes and a gleeful gambling smile stretched across his lips.

Kaz looked up at the boy with chocolate creamy skin, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

“She spent hours in yours office last night.”

"Oh my Santis!" Inej, Nina and Wylan exclaimed at once, eyes wide.

"The daughter of the richest man in Kerch." Wylan said.

"YOUR DOG!" Jesper clapped Kaz on the shoulder with an open palm, a loud laugh echoing and joy filling his voice.

Kaz suppressed the urge to look at the spot where Jesper had touched him. It had been years since he'd gotten over the most brutal aversion to touch, when the mere thought of getting close to someone made him tingle and dizzy with imminent fainting. At 28 years old, Kaz Brekker had proven to be greater than the demons and weaknesses that haunted him, wanting to see his downfall. A man who wanted to defeat Pekka could have no weaknesses. And he prided himself on almost have none of them.

However, offhand gestures made him look at the spot where he had been touched. The sensation brought was not unbearable or nauseating, but strange. And when the situation was skin to skin in a touch that caught him off guard, the feeling was unpleasant. Like a splinter under the skin.

It was easier with people Kaz felt comfortable with, but it wasn't something he cared about. He forced himself to overcome the most brutal aversion just to be a man without weaknesses, no chance of being defeated in a torture, no chance of being defeated by a faint. No for to touch someon.

“I thought you didn't know her in person when I warned you yesterday.” Inej tried to contain her little smile.

“It was the intention. You guys forgot the definition of secret…”

"Boss." One of the employees had entered that exclusive room. "There's someone here wanting to talk to you, Sir." He looked apprehensive.

Kaz frowned. The crow club had no movement at eight in the morning.

"Who is?"

"I think…"

"Will you please let me through!" The female voice sounded outside the room.

Jesper and the rest of the gang were wide-eyed, mouths opening in amusement and bewilderment. Kaz was catatonic. What the fucking hell were you doing there?!

"What do you mean I can't talk to your boss?!" And you continued. “I spoke to him yesterday...Don't give me these arguments, my dad tells his employees to tell people exactly that...I swear if you touch out about me again I will...”

"Fucking hell!" Kaz came out from behind the counter, crossing the living room and opening the door.

He came face to with that scene. A short girl who argued with a bouncer who was triple her height and size. Kaz knew the man was arrogant and macho, and had probably nudged your temper. He would have been amused by the scene if he wasn't abgry that you didn't follow his explicit rules.

“Ray.” Kaz glanced at the bouncer, a steady gaze that made the brute immediately back away from you.

You even gave the man an angry look before heading towards Kaz.

"What are you doing here?!" He whispered angrily.

"I couldn't wait." You wiggled your fingers, a tic of anxiety. “I could barely sleep. It was lucky I didn't show up at six in the morning.”

“That's not excuses. We have a schedule!"

“But I couldn't wait!" You whispered too. “It's visseral. I can't just sit there and wait!”

What an insufferable creature!

"Well, you'll have to learn because…!"

"What are you two whispering back there? “ Jesper's voice interrupted the discussion in whispers.

The two of you turned to the troupe standing in the doorway of the Crow room. Playful, mischievous smiles were plastered across their faces, and you felt your cheeks blush. Kaz and you looked at each other, and in that second of silent complicity, the two of you finally stepped into the roles of partners in crime.

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[chasingpj]

𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

pairing: leo valdez x gn reader

summary: five ways he says i love you through his actions

warnings: implied nudity and s*x, discusses food and eating and nothing else, i think. oh, and maybe some typos

category: headcanons

love letters/notes

leo is a busy boy

he's always picking up new projects so he can spend all day in his workshop or the forges with his siblings

when you guys live together, he leaves small notes on the refrigerator for you

they're always short, saying simple things like "i love you" and "i miss you already"

for the love letters, he'll leave them in random places for you to find

if you're a big reader, i can see him hiding it between the pages of your book

one day, you pick up your book to read, and the note falls on your lap

it's a love letter written on a piece of blueprint paper; there’s a little bit of oil smudged on the side of it

he got distracted while he was working on something because you were the only thing he could think about

his love letters never fail to make your heart flutter

sometimes they make you cry

he's quite sentimental

leo always tells you he does better writing down his feelings than he is saying it out loud because he can organize his thoughts better

you know that leo has a hard time with that because of how he grew up

when you guys have an argument, which isn't very often, he writes his feelings down on paper

he's always quick to apologize if he did something wrong, and the notes help him form the apology that you deserve, and you're quick to forgive him

once, you were super angry after an argument, so you locked yourself in your shared bedroom

you needed to calm yourself down

the both of you much too angry and stubborn to make a compromise

as your recollecting yourself, 40 minutes in, a folded piece of paper slips from under the door

the letter has teardrop stains, and the ink is slightly smudged

on the paper, it's all his thoughts written out in the best way he can explain them

after reading what he wrote, you quickly deemed that whatever you were fighting about was silly, and you guys made up

you love his spontaneous notes so much that you do them back

you guys have a game of who can find the most creative hiding spot for your notes

one time you found one tapped to the inside of the toilet cover

you found it hilarious

you throw folded post-its with messages in his tool belt

he finds them during the day while he's working on something

after you joined in on the fun, he scatters notes in random places, and every few days, you find a new message hidden somewhere randomly

they're just so sweet; there’s never a time where they don't make you smile

gifts

this is a given

it's not a leo headcanon if gift-giving isn't included

he would make you things like roses from scrap metal to literal furniture

if you have a lot of jewelry, he will make you a cute jewelry box

if you're a big book reader, he'll make you bookcases to support your book collection

he's always giving you little trinkets that he made with leftover materials from projects

he loves making things for you and gets upset when you decide to buy something from ikea instead of asking him

"babe, why would you buy that? I could have just made it for you!"

when he's on his way from returning on his quest, sometimes he'll find something that reminds him of you in a store, and he'll buy it

when he has the money for it, he'd buy you a star :(

says that he spent even more money to buy an extra bright star

because "you're the sun in my universe"

brb gonna cry

also, he'd gift you a bond bracelet

you know, those bracelets where every time you tap on it, it makes the other person's bracelet vibrate

the both of you get anxious when one of you goes on quests, so the bracelets bring the other person who's at home comfort

because when you tap back, at least he knows you're alive and vice versa

one of the best gifts you've ever received from him was your engagement ring

he made it himself

he took so much care and effort into making it

imagine leo forging your wedding ring himself??? i'm in spain with no s

he was so nervous that you wouldn't like the style, so he had piper casually bring it up to you

piper was so nonchalant about it that you didn't even think twice about the question

the ring has the prettiest gemstone or diamond (whatever you prefer)

you cried so hard when he told you he made it himself that you couldn't even say yes to his proposal clearly

he makes both of your wedding bands too

he carves a saying that's dear to the both of you on the inside

this is nothing to do with anything but imagine when you guys have kids, he makes animals out of pipe cleaners for them i'm gonna cry, brb pt 2

overall, whether he makes the present himself or not, he puts a lot of effort and care into it

every gift has a meaning and a place dear to your heart

cooking for you

leo is canoningly a good cook

he loves cooking for you

and you love eating what he makes

he's usually busy on the weekdays, so he cooks on the weekends

you guys always joke that he'd be the cutest househusband

you got him an apron for Christmas as a joke gift one year, and he wears it all the time

there's something so charming about him wearing an apron with a funny saying like "Mr. Good Lookin is Cookin" or with like a ripped out shirtless guy in front of it

you giggle every time you see him wearing it

oh, no matter how many times you've seen it, it's still so bizarre when he takes out hot trays from the oven with his BARE hands

everything he makes tastes amazing

he makes all kinds of food and is always trying something new

if you tell him what you’re craving, he’ll cook it for you

once he woke you up to ask if you wanted ribs… it was 3 am but like, of course, you wanted some

unless you're vegetarian or vegan, sorry, HAHA

often though, he does make Mexican food

it reminds him of when his mom was alive

he always has some story to share

every time he makes caldo de pollo (chicken soup), he always talks about how his mother would make it in the summer and that when he was little, he would always complain about eating hot soup in hot weather

you know he doesn't notice his constant telling of this story, but you don't mind

it's so bittersweet when he talks about his mom

through the cooking of his traditional food, you feel closer to him and his late mother

the memories he shares with you makes your eyes sting with tears

especially when leo says how much he wishes that esperanza could have met you

sorry, that was a little emo

also, leo usually wakes up earlier than you

he knows you're a sleepyhead, so he'll cook breakfast for you

so that when you're running around in the morning trying to get dressed and your things together

you never leave the house hungry because there's always a tupperware filled with breakfast, and if he has enough time, he'll fix you something to take for lunch too

if you come home late from work or school, he'll make dinner even if he's tired to surprise you

so many times you've come home from a shitty day at work or school, and the small table where you guys eat your meals is all set up with your favorite food

leo greets you by peeking his head into the hallway from the kitchen, tossed curls, cheerful brown eyes, and a bright grin

"I hope you're hungry," he says, despite knowing that you are hungry

and then you guys talk and laugh together over a delicious meal

compliments

leo's really observant

he notices when you’re in a bad mood, even if you try not to show it

he also notices when you change little things about your appearance

if you get a haircut or you get your nails done, he'll comment on it right away

especially outfits

if you buy something new, he'll complement it

imagine standing in front of the mirror, looking at yourself in your new outfit

leo comes behind you, his hands coming around your waist

he'll pepper kisses on your neck, a soft hum leaving his lips as he meets your eyes in the mirror

"is this new, mi amor?" he asks, hands running up your sides

once you affirm that it is a new dress or shirt, he'll smile and tell you how beautiful you look in it

maybe says he'd rather see it off of you wink wink

there's never a day where he doesn't compliment you

he thinks you're the prettiest person in the world

you've caught him staring at you lovingly plenty of times

he's just asking himself how did he manage to get someone as beautiful and amazing as you

you always squirm under his gaze and playfully ask what is he looking at

"you're so pretty, mi amor. I can't help it."

AHHH!!!!

alongside the endearment of mi amor, he'd always call you bonita and hermosa

you're so sweet to him, and he can't help but tell you how much you mean to him every chance he gets

surprises

leo is an acts of service kind of guy

i think he'll spontaneously do things to make you happy

if you've been busy studying for finals or just beat up from a day at work

he'll draw you a bath

or he'll cut up some fruit for you and leave it at your desk

he randomly buys you flowers

he never needs an occasion to buy your flowers

it'll be a regular tuesday, leo just happened to walk past a store with flowers displayed in the front, and he thought about how bright your smile would be if he showed up with a bouquet

I feel like he's pretty introverted, enjoys being at home with you

the both of you are pretty broke for a while, so a lot of dates were at home

leo made the most of it

you guys will have nice dinners at home

he'll set the table nicely, set the mood with candles

he'll redecorate the space so well you feel like you're at an actual restaurant

and of course, his food is amazing

breakfast in bed is another thing he'd do for you unsolicited

especially if you guys had a looong night wink wink

you're woken up by his still groggy voice, fluttering kisses on your cheeks

you open your eyes to see he's set a tray with your favorite breakfast on top of the bed

the two of you will eat breakfast together, which usually leads to you staying in bed for the rest of the day

just enjoying the warm cocoon your sheets create around the both of you

overall, he's super observant and caring, and he goes the extra mile to make sure you're happy because he knows you do the same

anyways, does anyone know where I can get a leo?

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[very-gay-alkyrion]

So, you did not dispute the TERF allegations, which means your views probably align with them, even if you don't call yourself a TERF.

First, TERFs separate the category of "woman" into "real" and "fake" women, with no distinctions that matter in everyday life.

This undermining of solidarity amongst women gives power to the people who stand to benefit from keeping women oppressed (e.g. America's ultra-conservatives, who want to go back to the 1950s, where women needed their husband's permission to open a shared bank account).

Instead of fighting the system as it is, with the gender pay gap and so forth, TERFs focus their effort on policing womanhood, leading to fragmented movements.

This distinction of "real" and "fake" women also reinforces gender essentialism, the belief that women are defined strictly by their reproductive anatomy.

However, this logic has been used as a tool of oppression for centuries, like warning women against riding trains for fear that their uteruses would fall out, that women can't work as mechanics, and other bullshit.

Fundamentally, TERFdom uses the argument that biology defines destiny, something that has been used to lock women in the kitchen in the past.

And by policing womanhood, you're actively harming cis women, too. My mother had two children, my brother and I, and had to have a medically necessary abortion in between, because the fetuses (it was supposed to be twins), because the embryo had implanted itself right above the C-section scar from when I was born.

Now, two C-sections had significantly impacted her uterus to the point that another pregnancy/childbirth would kill her.

She can't have children any more. This is my example. There are countless other examples of women that are unable to conceive, women that had hysterectomies, and other operations that would make women unable to have children.

Under the bioessentialist view of women as "people with uteruses" or "the one who is capable of birthing children" (the actual definition doesn't matter here), you will always exclude a certain amount of cis women, and insinuate to them that they - through no fault of their own - have failed as women.

Also, the rigid policing of womanhood based solely on how they look can backfire even further, excluding women for being "too masculine", being born with deep voices, a more masc appearance, and so forth.

A good example of this is what happened to Imane Khelif. No actual evidence of her being transgender has ever been presented, yet she was subject to an online harassment campaign following a JK Rowling tweet - in the end, a TERF attacked a cis woman.

Also, the argument of "protecting women" simply makes no sense.

We live in a world where men can walk into a women's toilet and do unspeakable things, yet TERFs believe that men like to dress up, take hormones and so forth, just to do those things?

It simply does not make sense.

TERFs are promoting a very limited definition of womanhood that goes completely against the idea of feminism in our current time. I do not want my (female) cousin to think that she can't do things my (male) cousin can do. They should both be free to find themselves, and find their hobbies, their passions, their callings, instead of being forced into antiquated gender roles of "woman has babies, man has job"

And yes, this means accepting trans women. However, I think trans women show a whole other aspect that has so far not received much attention:

It is WORTH it being a woman. Even with the gender pay gap. Even when you have to cover your drinks at the bar.

Being a woman is something worth celebrating, worth sharing with others, not something to irrationally gatekeep, and hiss like smeagol if anyone dare approach.

Fuck you terf, you hate women, both trans and cis, that your views are fundamentally indistinguishable from misogyny.

It's enough for you to suspect a woman of being trans to see her as not worthy of any protections, no matter the actual facts.

Can you please explain what makes you think I hated women?

[ku-ro-kai]

My personal headcannons

These are personal-just how I think the relationship that they were in.

Split into three categories

Warning; piss mentioned,spit mention,puking

Dabi

Soft/Fluff;

• he won't admit it but he likes when you gently caress his scars, he melts in your arms when you do it

• when you two cuddle, he hesitates on holding so he doesn't burn you

• You and him like to scare little kids when taking a stroll

• He shares his cigarette/blunt with you, it's cute to him watching you struggle with the breathing part

• You help him dye his hair on Sunday nights

• Dates are rare but he takes you out to the mountains to watch the stars

• you wonder if he needs glasses because he squints his eyes at small things

• He would be bad at aftercare at first but slowly get better with it

• I get the feeling he walks around the house naked to get you flustered

• He only let's you peg him on your birthday; in bed you once found his g-spot and he moaned so loud and came on your stomach

• He doesn't like talking about it-

• You and him have roast Sessions

He gives you silver rings with skulls/chains on them

Toxic /Yandere /Unhealthy;

•He gaslights you

•Puts sleeping pills in your food so y'all can cuddle

•Blocks people when he has your phone

•Monitors who you text and talk too

• degrades you when there’s an argument

• keeps you tied up to the bed if you think about leaving him

• dabi doesn't mind doing "it" anywhere, the thought of having it done on your parents bed turns him on

• he would have little star stickers for your tits that he'll make you wear during roleplay

• he'll overstimulate until your crying and using the Safeword, then tells you how pretty you look crying

• he's into cum play, he likes double stuffing you and if it leaks he pushes it back in with his fingers

• He would chain you to the bed and edge you til the sun comes up, sometimes he just walks out and leave you in a puddle of your own juices

• he has thoughts of you getting spit roasted by him with Hawks/ shigaraki, you caught him with a hard on when he laying down when he was thinking about it

• If you tried breaking up with him, he'd fuck you so hard and say "you'll miss this too much you won't leave,will you? "

•He 100% hates your best friends especially if you're avoiding him for them

•Facials in public

•Likes leaving you a whimpering drooling crying mess when he's done fucking you into the mattress

• Likes putting your hand on your stomach to feel him sliding in/out of you

Random/Funny;

• Dabi is annoying around you

• Y'all commit arson together

• dabi hugs you just to smell your perfume

• Takes naps on your chest so you can't get up

• Doesn't know how to play board games

• You dared him to get in a shopping cart then you pushed him down the parking lot, he fell over hitting a car

• Doesn't like fish but if you cook it for him, he'll eat it

• Lies too much

• You have to remind him to take a shower

• Eats your snacks when your not home

• Small kisses on your forehead

• You steal his hoodies A lot

SHIGARAKI

Soft/fluff

• He wears his gloves around you

• Sometimes he asks you to put facial cream on his face for his skin condition

• His showers were monthly but now with you, he takes showers every week

• He's afraid of touching you since he thinks you might turn to dust

• He plays games with you in his lap

• Doesn't involve you in any of the LOV missions

• He likes taking naps on your back when he wants to cuddle

• He let's you tie his hair during a gaming session

• You keep lip balm on hand for him

• You made him put on a catboy suit, he complained the entire time but he secretly liked it

• If he loses a game, he rants about it to you

Toxic/unhealthy/incel behavior /yandere

• Makes you be a little good cockwarmer in his lap, when he plays his games

• Let's nomu's take turns using your holes, he likes to sit in a chair from the bed, getting hard from your piercing screams

• Would turn someone into dust if they tried to get with you

• Has fantasies about you wearing frilly stockings, giving him foot jobs,

• There's days where he just makes you sit on his face for hours on end until you squirt

• This man will definitely have a piss kink, he likes receiving it or giving

• If your being a brat, he sometimes go in the wrong hole without lube or anything

• Likes spitting in your mouth, watching you swallow it makes him go crazy

• The days when he has to punish you are hard, he pulls your hair so hard afterwards you get painful headaches

• Forces you down on his cock to hear you gags, he likes going rough and hard to the point of making you puke

• Has tendencies to put all five fingers on your neck when choking you

• If you don't obey him, he makes you take all him in your mouth then makes you lick up the mess you left on the floor

• Keeps a leash on you and chains you to the bed if you try escaping

Random/funny

• he sucks at Mario Kart

• dabi and him argue so much over the last jar of facial cream

• falls out the bed a lot

• he asked for a water bottle once, you accidentally hit the back of his head with it

• Becomes clingy if you get him a stuff toy of his favorite character from a game

• Asked you to beat a level he was stuck on for while, you got way more points then he did, let's just say he never asked you to help him beat a level again

• You found a drawer that had aizawa stickers and notes on what he would say to him, if he ever were to meet him

• Puts his shoes on the wrong feet sometimes

• Gets pouty when you call him cute with pigtails

• You have to order his food when going out

• You caught him nibbling on your sweater at night

• Stares at dogs when out in public

• Always dusting the doorknobs to the bathroom

Bakugo

Soft/fluff

• Likes to cook your favorite meals

• Overprotective when deku tries to speak to you

• Has more patience with you

• When you two play fight, he's more soft

• Loves when you give him back rubs

• You wore his hero costume for laughs and giggles , he dragged you back to the room so quick

• You two have matching skull shirts

• When it's snowing, you and him have snow ball fights

• Likes making sparks to scare you

• When cuddling, he'll hold you in his arms on the couch, it's even better on rainy days

• Worries about you when your out for too long

• Buys you hair supplies if your out of them

• Your family loves his cooking

• This is cute to me, he likes squeezing your face to see you perk your plump lips

• You two give each other mean nicknames

• He makes you do his eyeliner

• His parents love you

• Would do your hair for you like braids/twist/bangs,etc

• He orders photos of you and him ever year for y'all anniversary

Toxic/yandere/unhealthy

• Leaves marks that you can't cover up

• when he slaps your ass, he makes tiny explosion beforehand

• Gaslights you

• Likes doing doggy style with a mirror facing you

• possessive of you

• Knows your passwords to all your social media accounts

• makes sure your locations on

• Branded you

• Likes to whisper dirty things he will do to you when y'all get home

I couldn’t put anymore in but I will continue 😔 HAPPY VALENTINES TO Y'ALL ❤️

[hlupdate]

He is the face of Gucci's new fragrance, an ultra-modern pop star and an exquisite young man, and Harry Styles may be content with his premature achievements. But he prefers to choose to be alone and fade out of the public eye, with curiosity or even greed to touch the music.

"So French!" The young man in a Mickey Mouse sweater smiled softly, facing the sometimes excited and blushing editorial team of magazines. On the day after the interview, his new song was launched, and it attracted more than 1.5 million followers in just a few hours. After a brief retreat, or after a breath-recovery process like holding his breath, a series of bumps began, and this was the return of Harry Styles. Harry, who has just soloed from One Direction (the band sold 50 million records over a six-year career and has since ceased indefinitely), achieved his personal career and released his first solo album in 2017. People saw him transforming. He was no longer the Harry of the 1D band, but became an independent artist, receiving reviews from music critics, and going in harmony with this era. He is fickle, he treats his sexual orientation peacefully, he defends equality, and supports same-sex marriage. The pop singer who has grown up in the greenhouse has now become a cocoon. Gucci's vibrant, poetic and destructive creative director Alessandro Michele, who is responsible for the styling of Harry's first tour after solo, has been selected as this fashion season Image ambassador for the new fragrance "Gucci Mémoire d'une Odeur". Soon before our meeting, he just spread some clear signals in an American journal, announcing some song samples of the new album: in recent months, he has been listening to McCartney, reading Murakami sang with Stevie Nicks in preparation for the new album. So on the day we met, we found two pieces of evidence that witnessed his creative journey over the past few months. The content of these songs is full, exquisitely arranged, delicate and at the same time rough and unruly, like an ecstatic intoxication, but also the sorrow of dawn and dawn, all of which show a large album full of color and temperature collision.

While anxiously waiting to jump into the vortex of public attention (album promotion, touring, and many things in celebrity life), the 25-year-old boy calmly told with restraint and enthusiasm throughout the day. Yourself. (To be honest, he did not try to avoid the eyes of passers-by. Instead, he walked in the panties between the two shots and ate Asian takeaway meals at the corner of the street instead of sipping healthy celery juice or eating Steamed tofu.) "The first smell I remember was probably the smell in her mother's kitchen, the smell of her roasted meat, and the smell of perfume on her." This is how this good son, also a contemporary superstar, is. Express his memory related to smell.

However, if one day Harry lives in your house by accident, who knows if this will happen? Never let him feed your cat, because he said: "I have been accompanied by cats every time I grew up, every time When I feed them, the taste of cat food makes me unbearable. "

It can be said that his cooperation with Alexandro Michele is not a pretense, and their creative lines coincide. "Alexandro is a free thinker, and his way of working is very enlightening. If he wants to do something, he will do it. It's that simple. It's impressive, especially for a big When working at a brand. This is great when you have the opportunity to participate in the work of a recognized master. He doesn't ask about class, age, or business. He does everything for everyone, everyone, I I think that any kind of art should be like that. "He talked about childhood again (yes, childhood seems to be yesterday in his eyes)": I like 'scent memory', I like its freshness, and it can be based on the user The different and changing characteristics. This perfume reminds me of the summer of childhood. Sitting with friends by the lake, where I grew up, smelling the fragrance of wild flowers ... "Today this Times exactly reflect the poem of Henri Michaux: "Night is not like daylight, it has great flexibility." That is to say, Michele's method is very suitable, even with this kind of abandoning the rules The approach is closely related. "Boundaries are gradually falling, whether in fashion, music festivals, film and television, or the art world ... I don't think people are still looking for differences in this category. Even if there is still a gender distinction in the world, they The line between them is also the subject of creation. People no longer need to be this or that person. I think that people are simply trying to get better. In fashion and other fields, these standards are not as strict as before, which brings Great freedom, exciting. "

"Although Michelle doesn't necessarily ask for my opinion, we will show some ideas to each other. It is cool to get opinions from people who are not necessarily in the same field as you, and you respect his work and taste "We noticed a new motivation, perhaps a new way of writing, which came from taking control of our careers. In short, when a seductive carefree and cruelly erodes talent, a serious mentality that a person shows ": writing songs is surfing. You can train as much as you can, and the waves Sometimes it doesn't. But we still need training to get better. It's impossible to sit down one day and think about writing the best song of my life. It takes a lot of effort. "

He worked in a bakery ten years ago, but now he has become the company's bet, the star and the focus of media attention. Whether out of fantasy or fact, he ca n’t help asking such a young man. How to get rid of this cobweb of public opinion. "Becoming famous is something I'm still learning and experiencing. I learn how to filter out what I like and dislike, pick out what can be integrated into the song, and what I don't want to share. Find a balance. Sometimes wondering how people think about this or that lyrics ... it means accepting to show off their fragile side, but at the same time, it makes the whole adventure exciting The reason. "He said.

Indeed, when he revealed some clues about the upcoming album, the excitement was obvious, hoping that he could express "a sense of freedom". This feeling is not completely new to some hot idols, especially some like "Elvis Presley, Mick Jagger, Stevie Niks, Janis Joplin Joplin) and Prince ". In contrast to this crowd is Nick Drake, whom he likes to listen to recently. The outstanding singer's music is full and well-crafted, giving people a joy. "When I look at them, I don't know what it is, but it's there. It's a strange thing. They transcend the limits. When it comes to songwriting, McCartney has always had a huge impact on me. I was lucky Some of them are strong, and in my eyes, they have always been awesome. "

He arrived in a special car (with a driver, a small freezer and dark windows), and instead walked to the corner bar for a beer, and the number of people accompanying him decreased.

Looking at the back of this millennial superstar, we think again of the teenager wearing an exaggerated cardigan, dreaming of standing out in the TV singer competition. Today, behind him is a gentle fragrance of wildflowers and Sunday lunch.

[ty-talks-comics]

Best of DC: Week of January 1st, 2019

Best of this Week: The Flash #85 - Joshua Williamson, Christian Duce, Luis Guerrero and Steve Wands

Amidst everything going on in the DC Universe right now from Year of the Villain to the end of Doomsday Clock, there’s been a lot of really underrated books that DC’s been publishing and Flash Definitely falls into that category for me. Of course, Flash is no low-tier character, but as it stands, there’s not a big conversation surrounding Joshua Williamson’s run with the character like there is for the up and down runs of Batman and Superman, but there should be!

Joshua Williamson and his revolving art team of Christian Duce, Scott Kolins, Rafa Sandoval and Carmine di Giandomenico have pulled off some of the most consistently fantastic Flash storytelling in recent years. From the Speed Force Storm to Flash’s “Final Showdown” with Captain Cold and finally here with Rogues’ Reign, these stories have only seen Flash become an even better character with depth after he’s been tested over and over with insurmountable odds and overpowered enemies while still being riddled with doubt.

This issue of Flash acts as the penultimate issue to the Rogues’ Reign storyline and sees us learning a bit more about some of the Rogues as individuals while at the same time, breaking them apart even further. This book is less centered on the various speedsters, but more around their lack of control over their powers and Flash continuing his rivalry with King Cold to the bitterest end.

The book begins with four panels of King Cold, Leonard Snart, monologuing to himself. We get a great big focus of the Symbol of Doom in the sky as Snart says that it’s the end of the world, but at least he’s going out like a winner, unlike his loser of a father. One of the many defining characteristics of Cold up to this point and in other stories has been his hatred of his father and his aversion to become anything like him. However, he’s become nothing more than a self-fulfilling prophecy because his life is nothing more than misery because of the sacrifices he made to get to where he is.

Cold helped Luthor’s ascension and the rise of Doom by accepting Luthor’s Gift and allowing himself and his Rogues to become ultra powered, but in doing so, has alienated himself from his friends and family now that they all have what they want. Duce frames all of this excellently by first placing Cold in shadow before he looks at his glasses, as if reminiscing about his old life before putting them on and looking towards his death at the end of the world.

Soon after, we cut to Kid Flash and Avery receiving training from two unlikely sources; Heatwave and Weather Wizard. Though they were seen as reporting in to King Cold a few issues ago, it was brief and mostly to air some small grievances that they had with the way that Cold was running things. Here, we get the reveal that they’d been working with Golden Glider since she broke off from her brother and Mirror Master under their noses. In a brilliant double page spread by Duce and Guererro, we see that they’ve been helping the speedsters keep their speed under control.

It’s a pretty warmhearted scene followed by more where Gold Glider comforts Flash about their presence. Williamson makes Heatwave and Weather Wizard come off as two men that have suffered hardships in their lives, leading them to the life of crime, but still managing to have hearts. Glider tells Flash how Weather Wizard wanted to escape the life of crime that his family was involved in when he was a kid, but never could which lead to him hurting people he loved. Heatwave suffers similarly from his pyromania being the reason his parents died, but it’s painted more as him having a sickness he can’t control. Glider tells Flash that they want to stop Cold so that things can go back to the way that they were.

Duce draws these scenes with a surprising intimacy. Amidst all of the intense action, Duce draws Heatwave with a sense of pride as he watches Kid Flash control his speed better, Weather Wizard stare in his lonesome because of everything going on and shows the kids eating with their teachers after a long day. On top of all of this, Flash has a nice scene where Golden Glider teaches him how to ice skate after he asks her to get back into what was one her hobby. Guererro colors all of these scenes with warm tones, even in the ice which is primarily blue and white. Flash and Glider’s colors give off something of a happy feeling.

One of the recurring themes of this run has been relating to the Rogues in meaningful ways and Williamson does an excellent job here of contrasting all of them to an amazing degree.

After Flash makes a bad joke to Golden Glider, causing her to become morose, Weather Wizard steps in and tells them that they’ve found where Mirror Master has been hiding and the entire crew go to find the last two pieces of his great mirror. Kid Flash asks Golden Glider if she used to date him and she confirms this, stating that she didn’t know why, but that she knew all of his tricks.

Mirror Master has always been one of the Rogues of lesser renown because well… he's an idiot. Only in the sense that he's never used his powers to a degree where people needed to be afraid of him, but thanks to his upgrade they need to. In actuality, his access to an entire Mirror Dimension makes him one of the most dangerous people in the DC Universe as a potential spy or thief because A LOT OF SURFACES REFLECT. Flash and the other Rogues learn this the hard way when Mirror Master springs a trap on them, revealing that he knew that Glider and the others betrayed Cold.

When the Rogues and Speedsters finally encountered Mirror Master, he looks absolutely devious with a wide grin and his wide grin as they did everything they could to stop him. Duce’s poses were dynamic and captured how intense the fight was, the furious facial expressions were very well done and crystalline backgrounds were beautiful. Guerrero’s colors stood out in how distinct each of them were. Mirror Master’s glossy white clashed with the other characters, especially Flash’s vibrant reds and Weather Wizard’s dark greens. By easily besting all of them, he showed just how dangerous he could be.

He teleports them all to the King and Snart notes how disappointed he is and how the Rogues could have ruled the world together. This causes Glider to snap at him, saying that he never told the Rogues what that would entail - the end of the world under Luthor. At this point Captain Cold is so far gone that he just doesn't care anymore and Williamson has been leading him down this path since the beginning.

In Rogues Reloaded, Cold had the idea for the Rogues to get one more heist over on The Flash before retiring completely and that was foiled with all of the Rogues being defeated. In Welcome to Iron Heights, Snart decided he'd run an operation from prison but Barry Allen and his former ally, Godspeed foiled that plan too. Because Cold had murdered another inmate to throw off the scent, this led to a fist fight between Cold and Flash which saw Cold's defeat and transfer to Belle Reve Penitentiary. Obviously the defeat had an adverse effect on Cold because he was so sure that he would overcome, but didn’t. He lost again.

Captain Cold has always been one to hold family in high regard since he's never quite had a functioning one side from the Rogues, so his time on the Suicide Squad was devastating to him. I mentioned in past Flash reviews that watching teammates die mission after mission must have done something to his psyche and Lex Luthor took advantage of that when offering him and his actual friends a way to win against The Flash. All of that led to this.

King Cold, feeling betrayed and pissed off, freezes his former friends and sister, leaving only The Flash to fight him one on one again. In their last fight, Cold wanted it to be one on one without any powers, but he lost that fight because of Flash’s iron will. As he removes his cold weather clothes, he reveals that Luthor’s Gift wasn’t just improved gear, but it was a supercharge of power implanted into him. Their final face off will be hand to hand with powers.

This final shot is absolutely poster worthy. Duce conveys the rage emanating from both of them with jaws wide as if they were yelling at each other. Fists are cocked back, ready to pummel their opponent into the ground, especially Cold as he has frozen his arms up to the elbow for maximum impact. What makes this even better is the Symbol of Doom hanging over them in the background like a terrible omen. Guerrero manages o make so many colors fit together in a brilliant display. Flash and his signature red and bright yellow makes him look heroic, the underdog in a fight shrouded in dark greens and cold greys. Cold is paler, his normally blonde hair turned completely white and his arms as blue as his cold blood.

I absolutely loved this.

Duce and Guerrero killed the art in this issue. On the scale of Flash artists for me, Duce is high up there. They manage to blend high intensity action with nice character moments to get the reader invested in character’s emotional states through visuals. Guerrero accentuates this by coloring scenes so that they fit each individual mood and can blend these all together when there’s a clash of ideology or character. Of course, Steve Wands is the glue that holds all of this together his letters are perfectly placed, distinct for each character and give every situation the proper weight to individual lines.

The Flash is an underrated hit that everyone should be reading, especially in regards to the Flash/Captain Cold saga. Their rivalry has been a grand center point on the level of Batman and Bane’s right now or Superman and good storytelling (zing!) I can only wonder where things go from here and what will happen to Captain Cold after this because this is probably the highest he’s ever flown, so how will he fall?