#yet threatening type. and he is also in fact A Guy

[ratcandy]

this is completely random but like, is it me or nearly all the weird eccentric and goofy but also threatening type characters i see in media are usually men or generally masc

If I had to guess it's because women in media tend to mostly be shoved into specific "woman role" boxes (i.e. mom, sister, victim, love interest), on account of the Misogyny. so characters that are zany, wacky, and eccentric with vague threatening auras just end up being men/masc characters because putting a Woman in that role is just Unheard Of

That is unless the woman is goofy yet threatening because she's lovesick over some guy, of course . or there's already an existing wacky male character and an alternate "female version" is introduced either as a joke or to be a love interest for him

[blueberrybirdsworld]

Collision 20/20

Summary:

Lando always had a type : blonde, models, not ready to settle down. Yet once he met her, all his world is changed and he slowly start to realises maybe he was wrong all this time.

It's a prequel story of The Cat Distribution System, on how Lando Norris fall in love with Ariana. Could be read seperatly.

Pairing : lando norris x original female character

Genre : Fluff, slow burn, enventual smut and angst

Warning : last chapter so pure fluff

Serie Masterlist

CHAPTER 20 : SMAU

BeReal: @landonorris

Shared to: Close Friends Only

Cohabitation update: she brought the cat, the ribbon collection & half a ballet studio. I brought… enthusiasm.

🗯️ Replies (Close Friends Only):

Carlos 

MONACO???

YOU MOVED IN WITH HER??

WE BLINKED AND YOU’RE A HUSBAND.

Charles

I KNEW IT

also tell Ari we expect invites now

Pietra 

I am ACTUALLY CRYING

this is the final boss of the soft boy arc

Max Fewtrell 

“I brought enthusiasm” 💀 bro what happened to you

used to be scared of cats

now you’re living with one and two silk robes probably

Pierre

this man went from “no labels” to “we live together and share ribbon storage” real quick

Max Verstappen

ARIA HAS A BALCONY NOW !

I’M COMING TO VISIT FOR THE CAT

will she let me hold her yet??? I’ve been manifesting this.

Oscar

can you confirm if this also means you now own throw pillows and scented candles?

George

this is the most emotionally evolved I’ve ever seen you 🥹

Kika

i’m actually sobbing. soft girls win again

Rebecca 

also Ari look GLOWY??? is that love or monaco sun, or both???

Alexandra

this is my roman empire

Group Chat: Grid Gossip 🏁

Carlos

so… just to clarify

@Lando did you actually move in with the ballerina and her cat?? 🧐

George

Really enjoying this transformation from “I don’t do feelings” to

“I now live with an emotionally intelligent woman and her suspicious cat”

✨Brilliant arc✨

Oscar

He used to flinch when he heard me say “relationship.”

Now she owns 90% of his apartment

Lando

you’re all SO dramatic

it’s just a flat

calm down

Charles

oh okay

a flat you moved into with your girlfriend

with a cat you used to fear but now call “baby”

Lando

I DID THAT ONCE 🙄

George

And we’ll never forget. 😌

Pierre

How many ribbons is she up to now?

Do you guys have a color-coded emotion chart on the fridge?

Lando

...maybe.

Max Verstappen

okay but more importantly

how is Aria doing???

is she adjusting?

is she happy?

does she need anything??? 😟

Carlos

mate. focus.

Max Verstappen

I AM.

ON THE CAT.

Lando

i hate all of you

deeply and emotionally

George

mate, you’re halfway to adopting a second cat

don’t threaten us with feelings

Charles

congrats tho 🫶

happy for you both

also pls invite us for dinner

Lando

🙄 fine

next weekend. pasta night. bring wine.

Group Chat: Fan club of Ariana

Created by Charles Leclerc

9:12 AM | the morning after dinner

Charles

good morning to everyone except Lando and his fairy-tale domestic life

Carlos

did anyone else feel like they stayed in a boutique spa ?

Oscar

his soap smells like jasmine and stability

I didn’t know that was possible

Pierre

the real question is

why do I feel safer at THEIR place than in my own apartment 🫠

Carlos

and WHY did i walk into the kitchen and find Lando

making espresso

shirtless

with one hand on Ariana’s waist

like a bloody Chanel ad

Charles

he even kissed her temple while she stirred oatmeal

i almost screamed 😩

Max Verstappen

you guys have you saw Aria let me pet her ?

that’s real

that’s progress 🐈✨

Oscar

I don’t think the convo was about the cat, Max

Max Verstappen

Not my fault they have very similar name, I thought it was a group chat about the cat

George

Did you really think we were talking about Lando and the cat all this time ??

Max Verstappen

What could we possibly talk about then ? 🤨

Carlos

The fact Lando have a girlfriend mate

Lando

…can I help you??

What’s the group chat name about ? 😒

George

yeah

explain why your fridge has oat milk, elderflower, and no longer Red Bull

WHO ARE YOU 💀

Lando

we have taste. leave me alone.

Pierre

you said “we.” 😭

WE.

Carlos

so when’s the engagement then? 💍👀

Lando

go home

Pierre

mate

you’re in too deep

it’s been HOW MANY months??

Carlos

someone tell this man the honeymoon phase does end

you don’t have to act like she just invented the sun every time she smiles

George

he’s got “day 3 of knowing her” energy

but it’s been half a year

Oscar

smiling at each other across ravioli doesn’t count as a personality

Lando

okay, yes

but this morning she said “I feel like the sea when I’m near you”

what was I supposed to do??? NOT CRY?? 😭😭

Carlos

she said “I feel like the sea” ??

I’m gonna throw a fork at something

George

my grandma didn’t even speak to my grandad like this and they were married for 47 years 💀

Charles

he’s living in a sonnet

meanwhile i just reheated pasta and got judged by my dog

Lando

slander aside

we’re happy

she’s happy

and I love her

deal with it 😌🫶

Max Verstappen

good for you

but real question is Aria more tuna or salmon for treats ??

i actually need answers I’m in the store rn

Charles

mate stop obsessing over the cat 😭

Max Verstappen

BUT I LOVE CATS

Lando

it’s kinda weird you’re more into a cat than my overly really great love life

but yeah salmon, Aria has standards 🐱

Max Verstappen

great I buy 10

also I’m starting a new group chat about the cat asap

George

the real relationship in question here is max and the cat tbh 💅

This is it, it's the last chapter of this very long and very important series for me. I enjoyed so much writting this story and interacting with everyone of you who commented, liked or reposted this, so thank you so much for your support!

I have maybe an idea for a bonus chapter...so the storie is not completly finish ;)

Until then my request are still open for future stories :)

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[padmerry]

Ford & Stan: bravery and heroism

This is going to be about Stan’s vs. Ford’s types of heroism/courage. More specifically old Stans. I want to focus on the period at which they’ve already matured and already gone through and survived the worst of their lives. Them at their bravest, you could say.

I’m going to start with something a tad (or very) controversial. Among my Gravity Falls merch, there’s my sticker album. This is how they describe Ford (translation below) 👇

“Differently from his twin brother, [Ford] is valiant, intelligent, and has six fingers.”

“Valiant” is basically a fancier way to say “brave,” so... yeah.

The friends I’ve showed this to were indignant on Stan’s behalf. My album was being unfair to him! And yes, I agree. If Stan wasn’t brave, he wouldn’t have faced Bill alone. And regarding his intelligence—Alex has commented before that all four Pines are quite intelligent, just in different ways. Mabel, for example, has much more emotional intelligence than Ford. But I digress. That isn’t the subject of this post.

The thing is: I wasn’t very surprised about Ford being considered more stereotypically intelligent than Stan. Ford is, after all, a recognized genius, of a very obvious sort. His nicknames go from “IQ” to “Brainiac.” But Ford being considered braver than Stan... where does that come from?

Certainly, old Stan has never behaved in a cowardly way in situations where Ford in his place would never, right?

Or perhaps... perhaps he has.

Meanwhile, Ford was doing a Ford-core speech about the true meaning of being a hero.

Was this an exception to the rule? Or the norm?

Looking at Stan’s and Ford’s expressions as Probabilitor the Annoying appears, probably the norm.

Or Stan’s behavior in these self-explanatory moments from the comics:

“But,” you might say, “Stan had so many brave moments too! Against the zombies, against Bill!”

Yeah! He sure did!

But what did all of those badass moments have in common?

Ah, yes! His family—mostly Mabel and Dipper—being in any kind of danger and/or needing his help.

In fact, what I found hilarious about the very first moment, with Waddles, is that he started off as a complete coward. The same kind of man who ran away screaming from the goat. Attempting to sacrifice poor Waddles while he hid beneath the mushroom, survival instincts kicking in. But if it truly concerns Mabel’s happiness? And, let’s be honest, Waddles’, because he does have a soft spot for the pig? Then he finds it in himself to face a dinosaur!

Waddles knows how he works, hahah.

Stanford Pines, meanwhile, is a different breed of dog.

When in danger, his first impulse doesn’t seem to be fear, but pure, unbridled rage.

That’s pretty much his default mode. Ford has a classic, very obvious type of bravery that is easily identifiable as such. I could keep giving you guys examples, but if you’ve watched GF or read Journal 3 at all, I won’t need to. I think it’s self-explanatory given that this guy wanted Dipper to suppress his fear by focusing on his intellect:

To him, emotions are a weakness. They hinder his clear thinking. They need to be suppressed.

I also find it fascinating that he canonically endured insane levels of torture at Bill’s hands. He was emotionally, psychologically, and physically abused—Bill manipulated and deceived him, haunted his dreams, controlled his body like a puppet, threatened to commit suicide with it, hurt it all over to the point of giving it bruises, used it to ruin his reputation with the townsfolk, tattooed it without his consent, made his eye bleed, drove a nail through his hand, made him eat live spiders, pulled his bones out of their sockets, threatened to erase his memories, messed with the meaning of words in his brain, hunted him down, humiliated and mocked him publicly, turned him into a golden statue, electrocuted him—overall violated his consent and bodily/mental autonomy in horrific levels and subjected him to excruciating pain. And yet, every time he faces Bill, he faces him with impressive courage, always confrontational, always resolutely angry. He never wavers in that anger, not even for a second.

Ford’s biggest moment of fear as a lone hero, even if brief, was when Bill threatened him with, “I’ll make you talk! It’s only a matter of time,” before beginning the very torture pictured above.

That’s still him being courageous, of course. Courage is not the absence of fear, but doing the brave thing despite the fear, and we watch him resisting Bill’s torture resolutely after that.

Remember, though, how I said Ford conducts himself as if emotions are a weakness? Despite all of Ford’s bravery and resistance, Bill is right when he tells Ford, in that very scene, “Everyone has a weakness, tough guy!” Because what finally, finally breaks Ford is to see his family—the most important people in his life—in danger.

It’s the same old weakness Bill used against him in TBoB, calling Stan’s number to threaten suicide in Ford’s voice—the one thing that made Ford say, “But then [Bill] crossed a line” and “No. [Bill] wouldn’t,” in despair, even after all the terrible things Bill had done to him.

In this sense, Stan and Ford are perhaps opposites of each other. Look at how, even though Ford looks defeated here, Stan’s expression hardens in the second gif—with determination.

Look, too, at how Ford looks away, how his hands shake when he has to erase Stan’s memories, the sacrifice that Stan is making so stoically, due to his feelings for Stan:

(Read this meta, if you want, for more on how this must have been terrible for Ford.)

Why do I say Stan is making the sacrifice so stoically? Why does he acquire this look of determination as Ford is hopelessly planning to give himself up to Bill? Well, Alex seemed to imply in the commentary of Weirdmageddon 3: Take Back The Falls something I already believed to be true: that it was Stan who offered himself up/volunteered as the one to have his memories sacrificed to save all their asses, not Ford who suggested it to him. (“And even though it’s Stan who agrees to—‘I’ll be the one! Erase my mind! It’s fine. It’s worth it.’—like, it’s a sacrifice for both, like, Ford at this point is willing to get his brother back and has to lose him again.”) Stan shines when his family is in danger!

Meanwhile, when does Ford’s brand of bravery shine the most? I think it’s telling that, despite the jokes about Ford being a damsel in distress, you still have a man who survived thirty years completely alone in the multiverse while having a bounty of an entire galaxy on his head. In a way, I think Ford is way more in his element, so to speak, when he’s his own company, he’s the only one in danger, and he just has to take care of himself. He’s the lone hero, after all.

Even with Dipper, before whom he peacocks by showing his more cavalier side, sometimes to the point of recklessness (according to Alex and Rob Renzetti in the DD&D commentary, Ford would never act that irresponsibly around Stan), he seems to get hindered by his responsibility to care for his nephew, as it was shown in Dipper and Mabel vs. The Future with their fight against alien technology. The robots wouldn’t even have been activated, after all, if not for Dipper’s adrenaline levels.

Stan, on the other hand, is at his core a family man. He will make himself brave even in occasions he wouldn’t normally be, for his family! All for his family!

In the commentary of Not What He Seems, Alex and Matt Chapman point out the badass side of Stan:

Alex Hirsch: When I saw the storyboards, they managed to make Stan this awesome action hero while still keeping him Stan. [...] He steals a wallet, he smashes somebody against the wall, he sasses him but he also has this just great Inception moment, and it’s because we’re building to a big question about “who is Stan?,” I felt a moment of seeing him be kind of awesome further increases your “who is this guy?,” right? He keeps going back and forth between like “oh geez my back” and you’re like “all right that’s the Stan I know” and then like “whoa, he just did an awesome jailbreak! Is he some kind of super villain? Who is he really?”

Matt Chapman: And in Scary-oke early on too, you know, you get to see Stan—the street-fighter in Stan come out too.

Alex Hirsch: There’s more of Ford in Stan than I think Stan realizes. I think it only comes out in certain moments.

Stan’s badass moment in NWHS was, too, in service of his family, particularly one member: Ford. Stan needed to escape the agents, to ensure that the portal was fully activated and successfully brought Ford back. He needed to be there for Ford. The “Ford in Stan” that Alex mentions does come out when Ford himself was in (perceived) need of Stan.

If Ford’s bravery (or at least his suppression of fear) comes from focusing on his intellect, as he advised Dipper, Stan’s bravery comes from the opposite thing: focusing on his emotions, on his feelings for his family. Ford might be right about emotions being a weakness, but they are his weakness. They are Stan’s strength, in the same way their loved ones are Stan’s strength and Ford’s weakness.

At the end of the show, Ford learns that Stan has been so terribly brave and noble and saved the world for the sake of those feelings. That is part of the weight that Ford’s “You’re our hero, Stanley” carries.

Hopefully, by the end of it all, Ford has come to a place where, despite not regretting his previous mindset, he sees both emotions and people as a valid source of strength!

[mixingandmelting]

Flag Check HC Sabbath Ver.

Summary: type of romantic flag when around their crush

Wooin: Red Flag 🚩 (obviously)

Tends to be extra freaky where he’s wanting to keep all your attention to himself and leave others to think that you two are a package (as that is his ultimate goal)

Unapologetically, vocally flirty and unfiltered when he “bumps” into you when you’re out and about, enjoying all the expressions you make because they’re funny and extremely cute. His favorite so far is flushing from embarrassment and the one filled with dread and annoyance when he gets there and act filthy on spot

Always physically attached to you, walking right beside you where shoulders are brushing, arm either around your shoulders, waist, or arm. Surprisingly does not want to hold hands because he wants to do it when he finally gets to go out with you

Certified social media stalker if you have one, so he’s up to date with the things you like and dislike. Uses the info he collects to get you things when he gives you a heads up for once that’s he’s coming over or inviting you to eat out

He’s possessive and does not like it at all when others get too close to you. When it happens he’s being a jerk, getting under the other person’s skin under the context he’s kidding around when he’s subtly dropping signs. Even better when they’re hot heads and ends up picking a fight against him since they won’t have a chance with you and he has an excuse let out the steam he held back

If they don’t get the hint or chooses to still focus on you, he ends up threatening them to screw off behind your back whether it’s the second you step away for a moment or finding them after you leave

Hyuk: Red Flag 🚩(literally are we going to forget what happened in chapters 502, 506-508? When Wooin says once he's interested in someone no one can stop him?)

Seems laid-back and listless but actually the quieter and more scheming version of Wooin where he plans to leave the impression you guys are actually going out

Does the “coincidentally” meeting you thing which he ends up accompanying you throughout the whole as if it’s natural and you don’t notice what had just happened until the end

Purposely pushes your buttons and tease you unexpectedly, enjoying your reactions 

It happen when, if you’re the unpredictable type and challenge him with high stakes, usually having to do with loser having to do something for the winner, he’s really chatty from the excitement, his blood pumping from the thrill of competition

Likes to lean his head on your shoulder whenever he’s next to you, standing or sitting down

Also stalks your socials to get information on your current likes or dislikes so he knows what to send/give you given the moment and your mood

Especially with the fact he’s quick to notice how you’re feeling, the gifts he gets you are ones he knows that’ll cheer you up, celebrative, or appreciative. Essentially, all his gifts he gives are sent that are deemed appropriate on the current situation

Someone getting close to you is equivalent to them having a death wish. He acts as the grim reaper where  the other person trips over air in front of you in the most embarrassing way or they suddenly need to head somewhere else after you left them and Hyuk alone to get something

Joker/Hajun: Green Flag 

He is so soft and in love with you where he just wants to be with you in the normal, non-creepy way (cough Hyuk and Wooin)

Always is getting you something no matter the circumstance, whether it’s winning you a stuffed toy from the claw machine or getting you food from take-out or a bakery

Has a habit of petting your head or ruffling your hair whenever he thinks you’re cute or acting endearing. Time-to-time, he would place an apple or his newly-acquired puppy on your head when you’re feeling down

He’s very protective of you where he acts as bodyguard whenever he’s hanging out with you. Includes walking a step behind yet still close so he could react if something were to ever happen while keeping both your front and back safe

Even when he’s working out, playing with the puppy, or doing anything right beside you, his attention is completely towards you, actively listening to everything you’re saying

Helps you out with any manual tasks, especially with any heavy lifting. When he’s helping you with getting groceries, he’s carrying the bags. You’re moving and needing to carry boxes? He’s carrying them and placing them in the vehicle for you

When someone is too close to you, he’s extremely quiet and doesn’t get in between the two of you. It’s not because he’s shy but from holding back where his fists are clenched in his pockets or at his sides yet doesn’t want to do anything that scares you

If the person had ill intentions, he lets loose and ends up beating the crap out of them behind your back. If not, he’s releasing the pent up frustration on the ring so RIP to his opponent on those days

Vinny: Green Flag 

He’s extremely stiff and quiet because he has no experience with having a crush, so he doesn’t know what to do

Contrary to his personality, he is extremely jumpy from being hyper-aware of everything when he’s around you. Your voice, your hair, your very presence that’s right next to him - he’s trying to absorb everything of you and engrave it in his mind that even the birds that innocently chirp are a distraction

It’s also from that when there’s accidental physical touch he freezes on spot, not expecting the feeling of warmth and softness of your skin grazing against his

He acts nonchalant but tries his best to mentally and emotionally support you where if it seems you’re holding back, he encourages you to vent/rant on him with a short-grunt along the lines of telling you to just say what’s in your mind

The gifts he usually gets you are small and are accessories such as keychains, phone charms or something useful with the theme that the mascot on them are ones that reminds him of you the most

If he finds out anything new about you, he keeps a mental note of it and remembers it where there are times he’s the one reminding you of things you need to do 

Someone getting too close to you? He instantly is on the edge, standing afar and brooding silently from inferiority complex working at its max and the fear that he could possibly hurt you from his current state clashes with the complex

He has no problems lashing out on spot if the person makes you uncomfortable despite being in front of you. If it’s not that, he would wait for the conversation to end and leave with you but he’s extremely off and quiet as he wouldn’t know how to act normal nor what to do in general

[chadobi]

Hi! I saw that you were taking requests and decided to shoot my shot :D

Could I request headcanons for a 2007 Donnie and Raph (separately of course, or either one!) with an S/O that is really girly who likes to dress up in the cutest little outfits and contradicts their personality completely?

Please and thank you!

– 🍡

Hi! So I decide to write this for every guy! I hope that is not a problem 🫶🏻

Leonardo

• At first, he’s confused. You walk in wearing bows, lace, and pink gloss, and he fully expects you to be the sweet, delicate type…

• …and then you call Raph a “discount Vin Diesel” and tell Donnie to “touch grass.”

• He’s horrified the first time you sass Master Splinter under your breath—horrified and deeply intrigued.

• Once he gets used to the contrast, he secretly loves it. You’re this beautiful, soft vision in a frilly dress, and then you open your mouth and it’s pure chaos.

• He’s very protective of you in public—people assume you’re fragile because of how you look, and Leo will gladly step in… until you shut someone down harder than he ever could.

• You soften his edges in the best way. He’s all about control and discipline, and then there you are—batting your lashes and telling him to relax and “stop brooding, you’re not Batman.”

• He’ll never admit it out loud, but he’s obsessed with how confidently you own both your style and your sharp tongue.

Raphael

• He thinks it’s hilarious. You look like you just walked out of a kawaii fashion magazine… and then you threaten to key someone’s bike for looking at you weird.

• The duality? Iconic. He lives for it.

• He teases you constantly—“Nice bow, babe. Gonna kill someone with kindness or stilettos today?”

• But God help anyone who insults your style or thinks you’re weak because of it. Raph will go feral and hold your purse while you handle it yourself.

• He doesn’t fully understand the effort you put into looking cute, but he appreciates it. Especially when you wear his color.

• Honestly, he’s a sucker for the fact that you could destroy someone verbally and still look like a living doll. Power couple energy.

Donatello

• Whiplash. Pure, unfiltered whiplash. He meets you, thinks, “Ah, a soft and gentle soul,” and then you drop a sarcastic bomb on him like it’s nothing.

• He’s awkward at first—doesn’t know how to balance your sugar-sweet appearance with your cutting humor.

• But he quickly becomes fascinated. You’re unpredictable and refreshing, and he loves trying to figure you out.

• Loves how you tease him with biting wit but still bring him homemade snacks in a heart-shaped box.

• If you ever show up in his lab wearing something pastel and say something savage like “Are you done pretending to be God yet?” he might short-circuit a little.

• He’s definitely taken aback when you stand up for him with zero hesitation—you’re small and sparkly and ruthless.

• He secretly keeps a picture of you in your cutest outfit taped to his screen and labeled “Absolute Weapon.”

Michelangelo

• He’s OBSESSED. He thinks you’re the coolest person alive.

• He constantly calls you his “Barbie with a bite.”

• Mikey is all in—matching accessories? Couple outfits? Let’s go.

• He loves your energy. You’re sweet-looking, but your mouth is sharp enough to cut diamonds, and he thinks it’s hot.

• He will 100% hype you up while you roast someone in the most polite voice possible.

•“Babe just ended someone’s ego while wearing glitter lip gloss. I’m in love.”

• He gets giddy when you call him your “favorite dumbass” while kissing his cheek. He knows it’s love.

• Also? He totally brags about you. All the time. “Yeah, my girl could destroy your self-esteem and look cute doing it. Stay jealous.” le or thinks you’re weak because of it. Raph will go feral and hold your purse while you handle it yourself.

• He doesn’t fully understand the effort you put into looking cute, but he appreciates it. Especially when you wear his color.

• Honestly, he’s a sucker for the fact that you could destroy someone verbally and still look like a living doll. Power couple energy.

[crazy-hazy-sims]

To the people that say they hate Gale Dekarios of waterdeep Because he isn't over his ex and he keeps bringing her up, being hung up on his lines comparing you to her and saying ur superior, always mentioning her

Ex. "I love you, much more than myself, more even than mystra, "

Putting aside all the toxic relationship talk and the grooming debate, are you guys aware of what he is actually saying? when he says you put mystra to shame and you make him forget her? What does he actually mean? The magnitude of his words?

MYSTRA IS MORE THAN HIS EX SHE IS HIS GOD !

Yes He is literally telling you "when im with you i forget the god i worship" every time he talks about mystra its not just an ex to him its his god ....

Like are you guys aware of the magnitude of that?

The fact that if you do the weave magic sex insane wizard scene its literally in front of his god that has asked for complete devotion from him yet he is so fucking bold to do that "right in the palm of mystra" FULLY KNOWING THAT?

Man idk about yall but to me gale is the boldest craziest bitch of them all like its not even that hidden with his story line, his insane measures he took to try to prove himself , the multiple remarks and comments , him telling you in front of everyone that he wants to have sex with you right out of battle, not hesitating to threaten to incinerate Astarion with a smile on his face to protect you, him not hesitating to give his all with no fear in love and demanding the same type of love and devotion (this is all said in a positive light btw) but to top this all off he is also indirectly telling you he has abandoned his god for you .... The god that gave him his magic.... AND despite all that he is still the gentle loving kind wise strategic guy we know and love so ...

Come on now how can you call this guy half of the shit the haters say about him he is so complex and real full of contradictions and just written SO well

Sigh can you tell he is my fav blorbo lmao

Here have some pics with his romance quotes to remind you how devoted he is to you

[yurinaa-world]

Hello!! can I request Blade, Aventurine, Jiaoqiu and Sunday (it can be Boothill if you don't write sunday) from hsr with a fem so who loves physical touch like hugs, kisses, cuddling etc but is too afraid to ask from the character because she doesn't wasn't to overstep her boundaries? Sorry if this is too specific, I'm going on through this and I just want a bit of comfort lmao, also feel free to simplify the ask if it's too much! remember to take breaks and drink water :D

"𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒, 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊?"

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Blade, Aventurine, Jiaoqiu, Sunday, & Boothill x Femalel reader

💫��𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a reader who loves physical touch but is to shy to ask because you don't overstep their boundaries.

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: fluff, & Spelling mistakes, added boothill as well because this would suit him so well,

💫𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: GUYS, I ALWAYS EAT YOUR IDEAS UP (I went over board but I'm proud of how it came out) Hope you like it!!

💫𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓃 𝐻𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈"

This guy is a complete dunce when comes to you. He’ll realize what you what want when it’s spelt letter by letter right in front of his face. like Kafka smacking him in the face to treat you right and go n’ give you some love like a proper lover would to his lady.

But now, he doesn’t get at all, why you’re acting like this, just devoiding of any type of affection. Taking back your touch before apposgising about it. Why? But never answer since you like to move away so quickly that he can’t get a chance. (it’s a sad sight for everyone to see.)

He’s rough with it, Don’t get too scared if he smashes his hand on the side of your head—hitting the wall instead—the sight was akin to a bully taking lunch money from the nerd. His words come out rough—like usual really but more angry this time but it’s nothing you can make sense of at first.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Blade was always odd but you were the odd one for being in love with him, so madly in love to the point you always liked to hang out with him even though it was more like a one-sided conversation but the fact that he cared by the fact he cared to listen to your every word (anytime he sees something similar to something you were talking about he gets it for you).

Not an affectionate man when it comes to talking or any romantic gestures, but the love is there, so does it matter? Because of the bare affection in this relationship, you thought it would make you uncomfortable if you asked for more. Yet right now you’re not exactly sure how it ended up like this. 

You honestly feel bad for the brick wall behind, cracked, and dented in, all by his hand. He’s glaring so fiercely as if you insulted and spat on his face or worse. What is this even about? You aren't even sure but you feel sweat drip down from the back of your neck. Are you getting threatened by your lover no less?

“You’re…”

“...I’m what?” You can’t help but tilt your whole head at him. Just what? His hand leaves the wall, moving it to the back of your hand, sharply shoving your face in his face. You’re left in shock, what is he doing, exactly?

“What are you doing?” pulling your face back before he grabs your waist with his other hand and forcefully brings your body against him. This time he’s the one titling his head at you as if you were confused for no reason. “Since you can’t say it, I’ll do it for you.” 

Huh…now you might have an idea of who told him that, curse them all, seriously. “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He doesn’t care about that, sweet to everyone else you care so about him, but if want affection from him then that's what he's going to do.

Don't blame him too much if he pulls you in to kiss his rough lips—the complete opposite of yours—you feel like going to suffocate from the lack of air he’s letting you have when you pull away for a couple of seconds. Affection at its finest.

💫𝒜𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑒 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝒫𝒞 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝐼𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒟𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉"

He’s like a walking magnet when it comes to affection & especially when it comes to giving it to you.

He can see your sulking, honestly, it’s written all over your face, taking glances at him before looking back down to think a little more—it’s obvious a gambler like him should always know what his opponent is thinking (you also count). Not trying to be cruel but it’s quite cute seeing you like that.

He just chops it up to the idea of you being too shy! It’s so cute honestly. Only to be left sort of speechless when you ask if he wants you to hug, he didn’t expect that question at all, and for some reason, it makes the hug even better.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“You seem quite deep in thought,” A sly grin was plastered on his lips. The little sulker you are. Just standing there deep in thought, breaking your thoughts to glance at him, it’s just a repeating cycle. Only when he finally calls out to you, is when you finally break out from the cycle.

“Why so nervous? Hmm, hiding something?” leaning closer to your face just to see that pretty face all red by such a simple action. You’re not sure of what he might say, you just wanted more of his affection, yet you don’t want to go overboard with it, just like him uncomfortable. 

Your face does say everything you're thinking, every single thought. Looking him in the eyes, it’s obvious he’s gonna get an answer from you, and you just ask away since the worst he could say is no. “Well, I wanted to ask, if you’re comfortable, I could hug you.”

The feeling of nervousness begins pooling in your stomach, getting worse when his face goes blank, processing your words.

“If I'm comfortable?” 

“Just in case you didn’t like it and didn’t want it.”

For the first time, this is anyone’s ever asked him if he was comfortable with wanting something, it’s stupid that anyone would even care that much. It all just clicks together, you were worried that he would be uncomfortable when you asked for more. Can you blame him when he laughs a little—he’s probably just lost his mind.

“Come here and give your lover a nice hug.”

It feels so nice to be in your embrace, it’s nothing like any other, his hand can’t help but to go up and gently pat the top of your pretty head. He wants more, the genuine feeling of a hug like this.

💫𝒥𝒾𝒶𝑜𝓆𝒾𝓊 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒴𝒶𝑜𝓆𝒾𝓃𝑔"

That man knows everything, he’s a counsellor for goodness sake, and he reads people like books, you aren’t any different but one thing is that you’re so adorable whenever your face says what you’re thinking, it just makes him want to pinch and pull your cheeks as if you’re puffer fish.

He can see the way retracting your hand away from him or pretending to get something else as if you were a child getting caught putting your hand in the cookie jar. He sees the ways your eyes light when he gives you affection like a head pat but you never seem to ask for more when it’s so obviously written on your face.

After a long tiresome day, still finding a way to tease you a little. He’s open up and looks in such a loving gaze as you tell that you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable because you want more from him, you didn’t want to be greedy. How can he not spoil you, he wants to give you the entire world if it makes you happier.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Too tired to even eat?” 

Lifting your head off the table accompanied by a tired groan leaving your throat, looking at Jiaoqiu, his chin resting on his hand. How exhausted you were that you weren’t even in the mood to eat anything, evidenced by you before, pushing the bowl—filled food—to the side so you could rest on the table.

“You couldn’t even imagine.”

“You should take yourself more, or you might just turn into skin and bones, I'll end up being your nurse,” He chided, taking his other free hand to push the bowl back in front of you. “At least one bite” He tries to persuade you when that unappetizing expression appears when looking at the bowl.

Even when you do take the spoon at least try eating a little bit of it so it doesn’t go to waste. Only for him to pat you on the head as if you were a little kid, yet unknowingly the sulking could be seen on your face. “If you want more you could just ask.” 

“I don’t need any more food.”

“I mean: patting your head, it written all over your face that you want more,” you hear the teasing in his tone, especially when his eyes open to reveal its pretty gold colour, “Now are you going to tell me what the problem is?”

“I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable for asking for more.” 

Funny how people always ask for more so comfortably yet here you are sulking and struggling over the need for and wanting his attention, how could you even be greedy when you’re holding back so much? His hand just lands back on your head, gently patting your head.

“Just how cute can you be?”

💫𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝒶𝓀 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎"

He's a part of the overthinker club, overprotective of you and wanting to keep you safe, when he feels the one-sidedness of your relationship, he’s stuck at a stump, odd right? He’s thought of every possibility of everything until perfection.

He's always been busy. so romantic relationships are easy to read and understand from the outside but now he’s in one with you, he tries to be as delicate and perfect as he can along with equal footing with each other, in short, what does he do? Are you disinterested in the current way things are going? Never returning his affection or love, one thing that you quiet or don’t enjoy but no it’s not that at all.

You see the relief in his eyes when it comes to light what you were keeping quiet, which somehow makes him fall for you even more by the fact you just care so much about his well-being, makes his heart warm at the fact you worried about what he’s feeling. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Do you feel unfilled in our relationship?”

As night took over the sky, took away any light except the from the moon that was shining down, giving most people the signal to go to bed and rest for the night. 

For you and Sunday it was no different, getting ready for the night after a long day, yet it seemed to only you who was actually, Sunday on the other hand watching you, arms crossed while against the door frame.

When those odd words left his mouth—along with the most serious and emotional expression you’ve ever seen on his face—even you were left in slight shock, this completely out of nowhere.

 “Of course I am. Maybe you’re tired after such a long day of work.” you smile at him, going past him to go to bed, in the hope that possibly, he’ll take off his clothes and rest with you.

In swift motion, his arms wrap around your waist, bringing your back against his chest, his face in neck. You could feel his warm cheek against your neck, feeling the soft feather of his wings against the back of your head, you could feel your breath stop. 

“Does my touch repulse you?” 

“Sunday, what are you talking?” The same thing again, seriously what’s happened to him to be acting like this? His arms hold you tighter. 

“You never wish to reciprocate my feelings…have I done something wrong?” 

You were left speechless at those words, that wasn’t true in the slightest, you wanted so badly to hug, take all of his affections that he gave you, and have more, but not sure if he would like it. If you went overboard someone from the outside could see, it wouldn’t end so well in the public’s eyes. Just so many possibilities 

“It’s nothing like that. I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable by it, so I didn’t ask.”

You feel his head bury itself deeper in your neck. By that answer he can’t sigh in relief, sweet and caring as always, you had him so worried, he doesn’t blame you for caring about so much.

💫𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓍𝓎 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈"

tad bit angsty, but fluff

He’ll do anything for your affection, being with you is like feeling the sun. You legitimately make him feel alive even though his body is a scrap of his former self and who he used to be. He is scared he might ruin what he has with you, it’s just too much for him to lose you. (since you’re the only one that isn’t freaked out or scared of him)

It might just be him trying not to make you uncomfortable with his affection when he realizes you aren’t visibly saying that you like it or if you want more of his affection (undying love). He’s stumped, he's overthinking if he did something that made you despise him or something. Did he say something stupid again?

You can just see him physically down as well, it's pretty obvious. (sitting on the stairs with his hat off). While you go to check on him, he is just a little emotional until you just confused about what he’s going on about. You can see his face contort as you tell him the reason for him, he’s in shock, no relief. Everything at once.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

He doesn’t know what to do in a moment like this, his mind feels just…hazy. Or confused about the next step. You don’t like him, do you? You never want more from him, nor any hints at all. He must have done something, just something! It must’ve been when he went overboard.

He can lose you over this, not like this. 

“Boothill, are you alright?” 

You can't believe the sight of him like this, sitting on the stairs, hat off, hair messier than usual, his face soaked up with sadness and deep thought horrid that even you know he’s out of it. “I’m sorry if I hurt ya, I probably bein’ stupid again.” he just started pouring out, like an overfilled bucket in the harsh rain. He looked as if he was going to cry.

“Boothill what are you talking about?” cutting him off from rant to see where this idea even came from. You're not even mad at him in the slightest, “You don’t ask wanting more affection from me, then you don’t try to reciprocate it because yer’ mad at me for doing something!” 

“That’s not the reason, I just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable by asking more from you.” 

“Say wha? Me?” You just see his eyes widen like they were going to pop right out of his sockets, you just see his face contort into various as he tries to comprehend your words, he just jumps up like a rocket, staring at your nervous face. 

“Come on I'm like hunk a metal for a man, n’ you don’t wanna make ME uncomfortable? I’ll kill for one of yer’ kisses! Or anything!” 

His hand lands on your shoulders, looking at you with the most love-burning gaze you have ever seen from him, he was serious about this, about you. He presses his forehead against yours, tightening his hands on your shoulders. “Can I kiss ya silly then? Since you don't mind.”  

The second you said yes, he leaned in to kiss you on the lips, a bit rough, but he didn’t want to pull away, not more than a second.

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hq boys and their first encounter with you! | pt 2

featuring: tetsuro kuroo, osamu miya and shinsuke kita!

a/n: sorry it’s been awhile! i’ve been going less on social media, as one of my classes has been a bit difficult. and it’s just ironic since it’s my fav subject and never had to stress about not having success in the course and yet i’m somehow doing terrible this time around..but it is improving bit by bit! i will try my best to post more consistently. anyways, here is part two!

note: gender neutral reader! all of them are pretty lengthy like the last part..anyways. reader plays basketball and is suggested to be shorter than him in kuroo’s part, onigiri is probably mentioned 194843782 times in osamu’s part + atsumu mentioned. reader is inarizaki’s manager in kita’s part + aran mentioned!

see part one here!

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ఌ | tetsuro kuroo

you were a third year transferring to nekoma from another school since you moved, and it did not take long for you to make a known presence within the school. through your looks? sure, that’s one, but mainly because of your courageous, confident personality. that energy radiated off of you in the most positive of ways. never backing down and refusing to let any negativity bother you.

although you were confident, it was never in the boastful way, and therefore you were best suited to become captain of the basketball team - all while being a top student, quite the nerd despite the fact you were athletic. an athletic nerd, huh..what a contrasting combo.

many students in nekoma found it funny and interesting - two third years who are athletic, coincidentally being captains in volleyball and basketball respectively, both of which who are also nerds that happened to have been put into the same class. the presence of one another.

you’d unknowingly piqued kuroo’s interest when he noticed that he wasn’t the only one who would often participate in class and answer questions - you partially took a role that he grew accustomed to having to himself, some feeling inside of him that sparked enough urgency to feel the necessity to fight for the position, even though you simply enjoyed partaking in class discussions.

you didn’t think much of it until tests came, and often it was either you or kuroo who’d score the highest when you were accustomed to having the role of best grade in the class to yourself, too. the two of you had indirectly sparked competition for being the best in these types of roles to the point where tension was undeniably present - eventually spreading around to the school somehow, most definitely through your guys’ classmates.

the tension would remain, even as this rivalry was established between you and kuroo. and maybe, just maybe it was all because he once provoked you with a snarky comment directed to you - his tone filled with provocation and pride since you did not achieve the highest grade in the class on a recent test that he did the best on.

“aww, looks like someone lost their highest test score streak, guess i outsmarted them this time. as i should, though.” he says with a smug grin on his face, glancing at your direction, your classmates turning to face you, too.

not paying attention at first though suddenly noticing the shift in the atmosphere, in return, you gave in to the provocation from that comment, and although initially thought of being polite had backfired as you barked at him in response, your underlying attitude from your strong personality and specifically happening only with him sparking the guy’s interest and irritation at the same time. how could someone shorter than him have this much attitude? and only to him? no way did you think you could get away with that.

“talk when you get the best grade for the second time in a row.”

“yikes, that was very threatening coming from someone like you.”

“why are you talking again? you haven’t even gotten the highest score on our next test. pipe down.”

“sooo much attitude for our first time conversing, wow. didn’t expect that. but whatever you say, i guess!”

and so, it soon led to you having to deal with his relentless teasing and pranks - and none of which were funny, all of them being a waste of your time and energy while he simply thrived off of the annoyance etched onto your face every time which only encouraged him to continue, seeing how his snarky words and plans had always been executed efficiently.

though slowly but surely, a friendly rivalry connection with one another had been established, and just maybe that led to the two of you starting to see one another in a different light..

ఌ | osamu miya

being the child of your parents that had a restaurant established and running, the love for food and eating had grown into you naturally, especially for onigiri. although your family had difficulty making a living years beforehand, your idea of selling onigiri had helped so much to the point where your parents firmly believed that without that little thought, you guys wouldn’t have been where you were currently at today.

a popular restaurant for having excellent customer service while also having a variety of traditional dishes - all of which were tasty and beyond customers’ expectations were definitely amazing in itself, but the popularity all came from the onigiri menu. having a takeout option too? perfect for many.

it was after practice once when their coach had ordered takeout from your family’s restaurant, a small bag of a variety of the onigiri - all individually wrapped nicely, a treat for the team as their reward for their hard work.

“since you all have been working hard lately, here’s a small reward. keep it up.” coach says, each of them having one.

a label of “(l/n) onigiri” on the top that kept its wrapping in place wasn’t noticed by the twins at all as they immediately unwrapped it and dug in, their mouths watering for more as it only took two bites for them to finish, wishing they could have more. it only then clicked when the twins had later left and were on the way home that they realized they didn’t check where it was from.

“it’s your fault, ‘tsumu! your big back couldn’t wait and check the label first! now we both don’t have a clue where it came from.” osamu says.

“why are you blaming me? we were both hungry and plus you’re the onigiri lover here ‘samu, calling me the big back? watch what you say!” atsumu says in return, the two getting into an argument like the usual as osamu simply sighed, deciding to drop the topic but hoping that he could atleast figure it out someday.

while you attended inarizaki, you weren’t aware of the volleyball team and their players at all and vice versa for them, specifically osamu. both of you attended the same school yet never actually met one another, but that soon changed as the miya twins soon came across your family’s restaurant while taking a different route on the way home, osamu easily swayed by the variety of onigiri in the preview menu outside.

“wait, ‘tsumu! look!” he says, his brother stopping in his tracks.

“hold on, that one looks like the one i tried the other day!” atsumu recognized, pointing to it and staring at the sign in front of them before the two glanced over at one another, nodding.

“..this is it.” they both concluded after a few seconds. it had to be, but the only way to confirm it would be by trying, wouldn’t it? and so, they went in, being seated and handed the menus as you helped them out, your apron on, a pen and a small notepad ready - noting their inarizaki volleyball tracksuits for the first time, though refraining from asking them.

“hi! welcome to (l/n) onigiri! would you like any water or tea while looking over the menu?” you say, locking eyes with the grey haired twin, a small but radiant smile on your face before you locked eyes with the other.

“water would be appreciated, thank you. and actually, we already know what we’re going to order.” osamu says, and so you wrote their order down, smiling again.

“okay, just checking, half to stay and half for takeout?” you ask as they nod in confirmation. “okay! thank you. i’ll be back with the water!”

and so, you came back with the water before going on to other tables and taking other customers’ orders too, unaware of osamu’s eyes wandering over to your every direction.

“‘samu, you’re staring an awful lot at the server. got a love at first sight kinda crush on her or something?” atsumu teases.

“am not.” osamu simply replies, though he was staring, and he knew that in himself something about your first conversation with him felt unique.

and it piqued his interest even more when he later found out you were also a student at inarizaki who was actually the child of the owners of the popular restaurant. since then, he often visited there for the good food, of course - but now it was also because of you.

maybe if you were perchance not busy with that much customers, then just maybe he’ll convince you to sit with him and keep him company for awhile.

ఌ | shinsuke kita

as other volleyball teams had a manager or two like karasuno and fukurodani did, other schools did not feel the necessity to have one or simply could not find anyone truly willing to take on an important role as such.

with a manager meant upholding many duties, responsibility crucial in achieving success for yourself as a manager and for the team, too. it was also important to consider the pressure that the role consisted of sometimes - which was possibly why inarizaki could not find anyone fit for the manager role and used to managing without having one.

you were a student who did greater than the average student in class, striving to do even better and make it to be the top of your class, but also known for your dedication to your duties, all the while keeping yourself taken care of and being able to consistently maintain balance in the many tasks of one’s daily life, just like kita.

a captain of the volleyball team, his life and even him as a person in general had been highly accustomed to an orderly, tidy way of living - from cleaning, taking care of himself, volleyball, the simple greetings before eating meals..that all mattered.

and similar to you, though differing in the perspective that he’s achieved a goal that you’ve been striving to reach and accomplish yourself as he was a top student, you had been in multiple clubs in school, but none of them made you feel the enjoyment you were looking for. it lacked the sense of urgency, responsibility and pressure that you felt would help you become even more productive and organized - that was until you came across inarizaki’s boys volleyball team.

showing the determination and proving your dedication with little effort, you were soon officially a manager for inarizaki’s volleyball team, eventually being introduced to the team - meeting the captain for the first time. it was awkward, a simple greeting hanging in the air from both of you but leaving it at that.

kita wasn’t the only one now who would be performing his usual tasks as you helped him out, also accustomed to the kind of way of living that was rubbing him off in a way that couldn’t be put into words - causing him be a bit more closed off around you. not in the bad way though while you thought it was.

with time that had passed, you were pretty comfortable with most of them except kita. it was kind of hard in a way, as you felt like conversing with him whenever you had the chance to or just in general wasn’t the same way that you felt with the rest of the team, though you still tried your best to work through it.

aran, who kita’s closest to, noticed this after seeing the interactions between the two of you, deciding to talk to you about it when the two of you happened to be apart from the team.

“it seems hard to get him out of his shell, but kita is a very good person at heart. i guess he’s just been so used to being in full charge of those kinds of things that having a manager who’s always helping with that now throws him off. i don’t think it’s in a bad way, though. don’t worry.” he tells you as you nodded and thanked him in response, keeping that in mind for the next time.

and so, two more weeks passed by, and the two of you were left alone after practice, cleaning around and checking everything, making sure nothing was in the wrong place or missed. as you expected pure, awkward silence throughout it all, he suddenly spoke, catching you off guard.

“do you ever just..feel tired sometimes? tired of always doing the same things for most days of the week, even though it feels nice to accomplish them afterwards.” he asks you as you respond.

“uhm, sometimes, i’d say. but regardless if i’m tired or not, i know that i’ll still end up doing what i need to.” you say, a brief silence in the air - bringing you back to the very first time you ever encountered him, the very first time you actually met him.

just as you thought that would be it and would deal with the silence all over again, he instead laughed, humming in agreement soon after.

“it’s nice to know i’m not the only one who thought the same thing.” he replies, this conversation a lot more different than interactions with him for the past month now.

maybe you really did take it the wrong way this entire time.

[skele-doll]

God i hate men who victimize and act oppressed. Tell me why i saw a bunch of butthurt men in the comments of this one video saying shit like "Opened up once.. never again." "And they wonder why we dont talk to them.." "This is why we dont talk about our emotions" like LMFAO WHATT For reference, the video was of this man sitting outside alone with a spool of wire, His wife said "What are you doing out here alone? I thought you were working?" and he said "This spool of wire has been with me for 40 years, and now its almost gone, look at what's left of it!.." and he was laughing and smiling. His wife had been filming him, confused on why he was sitting out there alone and concerned. In the end she said something along the lines of: "Oh, im sorry you feel that way, but im a little concerned because youre wearing your jetts hat and i thought they lost" and the man said "Goodbye" and rolled his eyes before getting up and leaving. There are MULTIPLE issues with this. The most prominent one here being the lack of communication on the mans end. She thought he was being happy because he was smiling, he didn't tell her he was out there because he was feeling sad or down, he just said something and she thought he was reminiscing. And because of this miscommunication, he got mad. He could've just said "No, i was out here because i feel like life has just been flying by recently. Can we sit here and chat?" and she would've listened, i mean, she came out there to check on him and was obviously concerned sooo..??

Also, people got pissy about her saying "i thought you were working".. LMAO?? She's just asking because she didnt expect to see him outside alone as its getting dark. The fact that she asked about his jetts hat as well makes me think he's done something irrational before when the jetts lost. I feel like men just can't communicate at all 🤷‍♀️ The men in the comments saying they'll never open up again over (1) issue is just sympathy seeking. They can literally find another person to talk to?? Think guys.. If you met someone who really messed you up, would you go looking for someone who acts just like them?? No. You'd avoid those types of people. So, it is EXTREEEMMELY easy for these men to just find new friends and people who will listen if they know who to watch for. 🤦‍♀️ This is so different from what women face, yet they find ways to compare us and see who has it worse despite the facts. Women run into evil people regardless of whether were looking for them or not. I was 15 when some 20 year old dude got into a relationship with me and groomed me. When i tried to leave, bro threatened to go back to the military and get himself killed. (He wasn't ever IN the military, he just wanted to make me feel guilty.) Little girls, young women, and mature women, will always have some asshole trying to get with them or some asshole trying to harass them. They cant simply walk away from that unlike men.

[perseidlion]

So there's this character in Dead Boy Detectives.

He's:

Attractive

Flirts shamelessly with Edwin

Makes physical advances toward Edwin

Makes Charles jealous and "gets in the way of the main ship"

Is of indeterminate age but is possibly decades or centuries old

Can transform into an animal.

And it's this guy:

AND YET I have never seen any discourse calling Monty a creep and a predator.

Unlike The Cat King, he even kissed Edwin suddenly and without explicit consent. He also lied, manipulated and betrayed all of them and nearly got them killed. Yes, he said he didn't know Esther was planning on destroying them. But c'mon, it's Esther.

Somehow though, the fandom vilifies The Cat King more than Monty. I think the reason why is worth a long, hard look in the mirror.

The biggest difference between the two is TCK's sexual nature and his in-your-face queerness. Those are two things that have been historically vilified and othered about gay/queer men.

Even these days, through the whole "no kink at pride" discourse, this argument continues through respectability politics.

Simply put, a short little twink with a crush is a non-threatening gay man, while TCK with his overt sensuality and gender non-conforming clothing represents a threat. Monty's advances are seen as cute, while TCK's are predatory, even though Monty propositioned Edwin with a kiss as surely as TCK overtly propositioned him.

If TCK's sexually-charged flirting bothered you in a way that Monty's advances didn't (despite the fact the audience knew that at least at first, Monty's advances were a big old lie) ask yourself why that is. The reason is probably that you were taught to fear and vilify overt displays of queer sexuality . Even queer people need to unlearn this particular bias.

And just to cover all the bases, I will shout again that The Cat King is a fae/trickster and that Edwin's punishment was proportionate in that context. Edwin used magic and confined a creature he knew to be as intelligent as a human and was punished for it with a very long leash and a (totally doable) task. It was a task designed to make Edwin see the cats as individuals instead of tools to help him close a case. The sort of fiction that DBD has its roots in (and the source material) is full of these sort of eye-for-an-eye type of punishments with magical creatures.

Just to be clear, I don't think we should be vilifying Monty, either. You can't 1:1 fictional scenarios onto real life and apply our standards of morality to them, especially not in a setting with man-eating mushrooms, ghosts, and transforming animals. All the conflict these two characters brought to the plot was necessary. If everyone acted with perfect morality all the time, fiction would be incredibly boring.

And IF you did apply RL standards to fiction, you would have to acknowledge that Edwin's crime of binding and forcing a fully sentient being to give him information violated just as much consent as TCK putting that bracelet on Edwin. And that Monty was just as "predatory" as The Cat King, if not more so. The Cat King, at least, never lied to Edwin, while everything about Monty was a lie from the start.

[cheekylittlepupp]

You all know A Astarion's epilogue outfit, but have you ever wondered whether it's bats or dragons? Me and @egooppidum were wondering that today and we came to the conclusion that it's 100% dragons. The symbolism is SUPERB. Hats off to Larian for this.

Brace yourselves this might be a bit long ~

"Red dragons are covetous, evil creatures, interested only in their own well-being, vanity and the extension of their treasure hoards. They are supremely confident of their own abilities."

"Rarely, red dragons would adopt a protective yet patronizing manner towards creatures they saw as inferior that lived within their self-imposed borders" - Oh you precious dark consort, how lucky you are to have the greatest vampire lord as your master, for him to bless you with his eternal gift, turn you into his spawn, his right hand.

"Red dragons believed that if a being was not strong enough to protect what it had, then it did not deserve to keep it. This applied not just to treasure, but to life. They despised weakness among their own kind." Literally ANY line from him when he talks about his former 'weak and pathetic self'.

Him being obssessed with power and how that's the only important thing in this world. This would be huge if I added all of those lines tbh.

"Red dragons were known for their swift and fiery tempers—if angered, they would explode into a destructive rage and become even more impulsive and vengeful" - Practically his entire dialogue when you break up with him after the ascension or declining to become his spawn. Even subtly threatening you

"Such rages were in part due to their fragile pride and feeling that any loss, insult, or defeat meant a loss of status if not addressed—causing chaos and destruction assuaged wounded pride and mitigated lost status" - He sees himself as the best version of himself right now and the fact that you reject him, in any kind of way wounds him greatly. This is why he starts hurling insults at you, to hurt you back, to try and cover up the fact that you just shattered his ego

"They were the most avaricious and were constantly looking to expand their hoards with treasure, they were the most obsessive collectors." Recall how he calls you his treasure and how you’ll be together forever, he will have you forever. He is in fact obsessed with wealth. He would also like to sequester you in a deep chamber in his lair, I mean palace and keep you all to himself.

"They would also boast about their magnificent hoards." Him at the epilogue party. ESPECIALLY in the non romanced version.

"Preferring their own company and engaging with others only when it had purpose, they were solitary creatures and cared little for news of other types of dragons, though they did look for news of other red dragons in their area and of affairs in the world in general. They used other charmed creatures as messengers, informants, and spies to bring them information"

"And of course they were recognized by their scarlet and crimson scaled hides" self explanatory really ~

"The vanity of red dragons was often revealed in their prideful postures and the looks of disdain with which they regarded all others"

"To have is nothing, to keep is all."

"In fact, in many ways, they were most like hoursecats" I had to add this, it's too funny

Okay I'm stopping here because This will be massive if I don't shut up. We can replace "red dragons" with Astarion and it would fit perfectly. I'm leaving you guys the link for the red dragon wiki, have fun with it ~

https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Red_dragon

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

We are back again with John Price x P.Y.T. pt3

You've been at John's house for a few weeks, playing live in girlfriend. He accidentally gets seen by your mom on a video call.

PT.2

🔞MDNI🔞 even if this is just fluff

Your family was beside themselves when after you video call, your mother had seen John kiss you on the cheek. She had initially thought you were getting your travel wanderlust out of your system before you got serious with life. A young single childless woman who found success on social media, bringing in checks from doing style, hair, and make-up reviews. She really thought that you just liked England the most and had solo traveled there on a whim.

So imagine her surprise when you video call her showing the view of the city you're in. You're catching up with her about a cousin's baby shower when John makes his appearance. It's a bit early in the evening, around 6 pm. He's getting ready to meet the guys for a few drinks and to watch a gamd, and without thinking, he walks into frame and places a kiss right on your cheek.

"Sweetheart, you sure you don't want to come along?" He asks, his voice low and saccharine. He has not noticed your mom yet or her wide eyes.

"Excuse me, Miss Ma'am!" Your mother shouts loud enough, "and who exactly is that man!? Where are you! Who house you laid up in!?"

Your mouth is wide open, in shock, because you weren't ready to make things public yet. Especially since you both were in the middle of figuring out how to make things work between the distance and his career. John looks up and gives your mom a genuine smile, seemingly just now noticing you were even on a call.

"Hello ma'am." His blue eyes are sparkling with joy, and what you can only describe is underlying smugness. "I'm John Price."

"Mom, I know what this looks likes" You manage to stammer out. You can't even look at the woman you're so embarrassed about being caught.

"I'm calling your uncle Missy. And you better answer the video call. In fact, send me your location!" She's ranting now. You quickly pause the video, putting it on mute.

"Johnathan." You groan, leaning back into the couch, "It's not fair. Do you know the bull shit you just started?" Your voice takes on a whiney tone, and the only comfort you get is a kiss to the forehead.

"It’ll be fine, Sweetheart. You have my permission to say I'm your fiancé." He teases with a chuckle.

You roll your eyes at both him and the sound of your uncle joining the call. "And make it worse! No thanks."

He gives you another kiss on the nose, "Want me to make it up when I get back?"

"Leave your good credit card, and drink a bunch of water before you come home. You're gonna practically live between my legs when you get back." There's a pout on your lips, and he just places a kiss to your lips.

"I won't be long, Sweetheart." He says before leaving.

Post Scene

John and his team are at their regular pub, watching a football match. Periodically, his phone buzzes, lightning up with his Sweetheart's messages.

Sweetheart: I just bought me a new bag and shoes as your apology. We're going to go pick it up tomorrow when you're done with work.😌

Sweetheart: also, my uncle wants to hit you with a full background check. Mom is in hysterics and thinks I'm pregnant now. 🙄

Sweetheart: 🙄 Johnathan Price. I am being nagged because of you. When you get home, you're putting me in a better mood. Expeditiously.

Soap had taken notice of his captain’s phone buzzing throughout their conversations. Every once and awhile would type away on his phone. A smirk on his face before tuning back in fully to the conversation at hand.

"Aye Cap, whats got ye 'ttention?" Soap raises a brow. He's got this curious air about him that threatens to bleed into him being a little muppet. He's effectively called everyone's attention to the rapid messages he's received back to back.

John had not spoken about his Sweetheart and let the boys know she had been staying with him. His initial plan was working, and right now, they were trying to work out the kinks to what they both wanted in this relationship. At some point, he had made it quite clear that he intended to give her his last name and wanted to give her at least two babies, if not three. His Sweetheart heard his wants and told him that her mother was a kept woman, and she expected the same. He had told her with a smile on his face to write down everything she wanted as his kept woman.

John sipped his beer for a second before answering, "Lads, in about four months, you're coming with me and my future Missus to our elopement. Probably after that there will be a formal wedding down the line."

It was quiet at the table before Soap and Gaz shouted, "What!".

Simon just sighed, "This has to be a mid-life crisis."

John just shrugged his shoulders with a smile.

[svtcrus]

THE WORLD OVER YOU || gojo satoru x gen!reader

synopsis: he chooses the world. it will always be for the world. for he is always one step ahead. as it was never about him from the start.

disclaimer: JJK MANGA 261 SPOILERS, lowkey angst, mentions of death

a/n: sorry for being gone! life’s gotten a bit busy..! hope this quick lil blurb will do you guys well :)

“what?” was the first thing said after staring at your lover in silence for the past 2 minutes. your eyes wide threatening with tears, and your brain mangled in confusion.

satoru looks at you with an expression you cannot decipher. his bright blue eyes never seemed to look as empty and emotionless as they do now. his countenance tells you nothing. it leaves you with nothing but shattering confusion.

(SPOILERS AFTER THE CUT)

“my body. i’m giving up my body to yuta if I die. we already talked about it, there will be no changes y/n.” he repeated. as if you didn’t hear it the first time. you understood him loud and clear. you had furrowed brows, a racing heart, and fingers clasping so tight you swear it would leave a scar.

it had just felt like you were born, lived, and died all at once in the spot.

“‘toru you can’t be serious-!” before you knew it you felt slight streams come down your cheeks. and it wasn’t out of the sadness at the idea he had planned this. it was sadness at the fact he may be sacrificing for a society that has only ever used him since the very beginning. that he is allowing them to ruin him, string your lover like a puppet till even after death.

all you had ever wanted was for him to be liberated, freed, unbound from this power. this power and strength; these abilities he was born with since he came to this world. you had all but wanted to see him be just satoru for one moment whether it was in life or when he died.

you were never extremely worried at the thought that satoru would die one day. you had expected— even thought of times— that there may come a day where he’s coming to your arms dangerously harmed or even dead. it was what you signed up for since the day you accepted lifelong commitment with him.

what you did not know that you were also giving up was the very fact given to you today.

“I have to. If we wish to beat sukuna, we have to plan every type of plan we can. we need backup plans, we need more than just a plan a and b.” the sound of his feet clicking against the wooden floors of his office ring. he’s stepping closer, cold hands grasping onto your arms. they glide down to hold your own hands, which are shaking. in which you didn’t even realize were.

“y/n, sweetheart. this is what you and I both knew when we took this job. when you knew of who I am. who I was born to be since the day my six eyes were known…” you could say it was silent, yet at the same time your quiet sniffles was the only thing heard. satoru looked down at you, with only a saddening but acceptive look.

“we both knew I wouldn’t be living till I was 90. with this job? I was fated to fight someone of equal or of stronger power than me. sure this way of life sucks, and if I can I would love to spend another lifetime with you till i’m 90.”

“but it’s simply not possible here… isn’t it? you are willing to do anything yet not everything for me. for you. for us.” you finish off. knowingly understanding that you cannot change this mans mind once he’s made the decision. you should’ve expected this. satoru has always thought ahead since the day you met when you were both still students yourself.

“you’re always one step ahead of me.” satoru lightly chuckles at this. he takes this as a green light to finally embrace you. the setting sun dawning onto his back from behind. and you’ve never felt more warm and cold at the same time.

“my job requires me so... the world requires me so.”

@svtcrus || 05.23.24

do not copy, plagiarize, modify, repost my work

[crownofgildedlilies]

feelin' like an absolute fool about it -> cool about it [1]

in which: a son of jupiter can't remember the life he lost to time and circumstance. or the daughter of mercury he lost, too.

pairing: jason grace x daughter of mercury!roman!reader

warnings: angst, angst, and angst. oh and cursing.

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this is a four part fic and im so obsessed with this idea. Jason Grace the man that you are. oh and this follows a nonlinear plot so be warned. lmk if you want to be added to a taglist or wtv!

[one] two three four

"If I have to sit through one more meeting with you making kiss me eyes at the praetor, I'm going to run myself through with my own lance."

"Good morning to you, too, Dakota." You grunted, half amused, half still pissy from the horror show that had been your previous night. "I slept like shit, thanks for asking."

"You're welcome," He didn't miss a beat, pouring more kool-aid than was probably healthy into his cup to drink with breakfast. "Now, man up."

"Real inspiring."

Dakota leveled you with a flat look, and you fought the urge to roll your own eyes. But you knew he would twist the action into your admitting defeat in your impromptu staring contest.

And you were nothing if not a sore loser.

"Admit you want to date the praetor." Dakota demanded, trying to push the conversation along.

On instinct, your gaze darted throughout the dining pavilion, looking for a certain head of blond hair that had yet to make an appearance that morning. And it was then that you knew Dakota meant business, because he didn’t call you out for looking away first.

"Reyna's pretty. Not my type, though." You deflected, stabbing a fork into your breakfast with what was probably more force than necessary. Dakota's eyes widened at the action, briefly, before narrowing at you in suspicion.

"Moving past that comment," He waved his hand in front of him, as if to physically move the conversation along. "Does your current attitude have anything to do with last night's freak thunderstorm?"

Maybe, you would have said, if your mouth didn't suddenly taste so bitter. Still, you winced, and you knew that was enough of an answer for him.

"Oh, come on!" Dakota groaned, pausing only to sip greedily on his kool-aid. You looked on in near amusement, cheek propped up on your fist, waiting for his dramatics to pass. "I finally get my speech all prepared to get you to confess your unending love to Praetor Grace, and you two get in an argument the night before?"

"Pity," You replied dryly, hoping the way you exaggeratedly poked out your bottom lip and knitted your brows together masked the ache in your chest.

"Centurion," Dakota whined, and you wondered how you had gotten so lucky to be promoted to lead the Fifth Cohort alongside him. "What happened?"

Your eyes flashed, shooting him a glare that made him snap his mouth shut.

"Oh-kay." He whistled, sipping his kool-aid some more. Seriously, you needed to figure out how to trick the poor guy into drinking water. "My point still stands. One argument does not change the fact that you guys are in love with each other."

You scoffed, shoveling pancakes in your mouth to avoid answering, head ducked.

Dakota slammed his open palms down on the top of the table so forcefully, almost every head in the pavilion snapped towards him.

"So you admit it!" He accused, grinning wickedly and showing off the red-stained mustache his drink of choice left. You grimaced, swallowing your breakfast to avoid choking. "You do love him!"

"Keep your voice down or I will shove Octavian's entire teddy bear collection down your—"

"Okay!" Dakota interrupted, grinning proudly, as if he hadn't just been threatened. "No need for violence. I was right."

"So is a broken clock twice a day. You're not special." You rolled your eyes, settling stiffly back into your seat. Risking another glance around the mess hall, you still found no sight of the world's most irritating, kind-hearted, moron of a praetor.

Also known as Jason Grace, your best friend.

And as Dakota had just so eloquently uncovered, the guy you've been in love with for years without ever uttering a word about it to him.

"Put me out of my misery, please, and just go talk to the guy, will you?" He begged, like he truly was the one suffering. You glared at him again, but you knew it wasn't fair.

Dakota hadn't been there last night, when you had tried telling Jason how you felt. But the boy was as emotionally oblivious as he was pretty, which was saying a lot.

"Wait," Dakota wiped at his mouth, but the kool-aid stains remained behind. "Did you already—?"

"Centurions," Harper from the Second Cohort appeared at your side, slightly out of breath and eyes wide. You had only ever really spoken to her during Senate meetings, but you were friendly enough.

So you were more than a little confused when she looked at you and took a step back, like she was afraid.

"Everything alright, Harper?" You asked, turning slightly in your seat, mind already running through a million different scenarios of horrible things that could have happened and dragged such a reaction out of Harper.

You had seen the girl take on four sons of Mars before. She wasn't exactly afraid of much.

"He's gone," The words tumbled past her lips before she winced, taking a second step away from you. Face twisted in confusion, you tried to make sense of the vague explanation. "Jason, I mean. He's just—"

Gone.

You were out of your seat before she could finish talking, breakfast long forgotten. The few bites you had managed to swallow felt like lead in the pit of your stomach, weighing you down and making you feel like you were barely moving, even as you raced so fast through camp that even the Lares barely had time to get out of your way.

There was no way Harper was right. Jason couldn't just be—be gone. He was everything a Roman aspired to be; strong, resilient, dedicated.

And maybe you had gotten into an argument, but Broken Clock Dakota was right for the second time that day. One argument didn't mean you stopped loving him.

You have never been so thankful that your father was the god of travelers as your feet pounded on the dirt roads. Sprinting towards the bunk houses, you utilized every ounce of Mercury-blessed speed. Jason had to be there. Or maybe he had snuck off to New Rome to buy you apology flowers, like he had the one time he missed your birthday—you had forgive him easily, as he had been off on a quest he nearly died during.

Heart in your throat, you skidded to a halt outside the small, private bedrooms given to the praetors. You had always teased Jason that his looked like a prison cell, considering his only decorations were books on war strategies used throughout centuries.

But then he had taped up that one gods-awful photo of you and him, both squinting against the sun shining in your faces, and it hadn't seemed so desolate.

"Jason!" You shouted with relief, voice choked up, because the door to his room was open. He never kept his door open, unless you were inside, because he claimed it stopped the other campers from making assumptions about what the two of you were getting up to in his bedroom, alone.

And then you would ask him to explain what he meant by that, trying to hide your grin for as long as you could while he stammered over his words with a blush.

"Jase, they're saying—" You pushed open the door to his room further, voice almost shuddering, and stopped cold when you saw the room's only occupant.

Because it wasn't your blond haired love leaning over the small desk in the corner of the room.

"He didn't show up to our praetor meeting this morning." Reyna's voice was flat, giving you only the facts. You were glad, because if she had spoken with pity, you were certain you would have thrown up.

Jason would be nice about it, but you didn't want to vomit on his carpet.

"That's not like him," You stated dumbly, fingertips vibrating with anxious nerves. Reyna shook her head, and it was then that you realized she had been sifting through the stacks of papers on his desk.

It felt like an intrusion of his privacy, even if it was a necessary precaution. There might have been clues to his whereabouts in those papers. Instead, you were certain they were only his to-do lists, scribbled in his neat handwriting you so adored.

And when she spoke next, you wish you could have plugged your ears and ignored her.

"Centurion, Jason Grace is missing."

Six months, one week, four days, nine hours.

And thirty-six minutes.

Jason had been gone for six months, one week, four days, nine hours, and thirty-six minutes.

In total, you had slept probably a total of nineteen consecutive hours. Octavian had tried calling for your removal from role of Centurion five times. Reyna had offered you the open position of Praetor twice, behind closed doors.

"It's not available," You had snapped. Fear and exhaustion had turned you bitter. "Jason's coming back."

Six months, one week, four days, nine hours, and thirty-seven minutes.

"You know," Dakota's voice was slightly slurred, already gone on the kool-aid on such a bright summer afternoon. He had found you on the steps of the forum, searching through dozens of letters from retired legionnaires all claiming to not have heard any word about Jason but would keep scouting, and suggested you join him for a walk. "I bet he's out there, fighting for his life to get back here to you."

You shot a glare at Dakota, but kept your mouth shut. Lately, he was the only one of your old friends that could stomach being around you. No one else wanted to subject themselves to your attitude. You were glad to have a friend, even if you didn't act like it.

But you wished Dakota wouldn't talk about Jason fighting for his life.

"Brenda said I could take another eagle out searching today," Your voice had a rasp to it. Rarely used, but never rested. For the first three weeks following Jason's disappearance, you spent each night crying in your bunk, murmuring desperate pleas that your golden boy be returned to you.

And maybe he had never truly been your Jason, but it had felt pretty close.

Finally, Reyna had slipped a key into your palm, disguised as a handshake. The silver key, the one that unlocked Jason's empty praetor room, currently sat on a chain around your neck.

You slept there, now.

No one mentioned your nightly disappearance. You figured everyone was just thankful they didn't have to hear your crying anymore.

"Are you sure you should be flying?" Dakota looked you over with unease, the Little Tiber coming into view on the horizon. You were certain you looked a mess, but what did it matter? You only cared about what Jason thought of you, and Jason never cared about what you wore.

Still, the dark bags of exhaustion under your eyes probably were cause for concern.

"Says you," You countered dismissively, waving a hand towards the flask of kool-aid attached to his belt.

"That's not what I mean," He huffed, defensive. "When's the last time you slept—"

The shouting from the Little Tiber interrupted your conversation. You squinted in the direction of the sound, both surprised and startled to find two massive fists of water raised in the air, a gorgon in each.

At the bank was Hazel Levesque, submerged up to his knees was Frank Zhang, and... controlling the water-fists was a boy you had never seen before.

Without warning Dakota, you took off in a sprint towards the edge of the Little Tiber. You reached the bank just as Frank shot two incredibly well placed arrows at each of the gorgons, turning them to dust and swallowing them downstream.

"Centurion!" Hazel gasped, spotting you approach. Dakota was slowly closing in, muttering curses about children of Mercury and their swiftness. "We found him by the front gates. He was carrying, well, a goddess, so we figured we should let him in."

By the time Hazel finished rambling, both the new boy and Frank had made it ashore. Frank, with his probatio tablet swinging around his neck avoided meeting your eye.

Most people did, lately.

But the newcomer met your stare head on, confidently, if not a little confused. Pursing your lips, something about him set off alarms in your mind.

"What's your name?" You asked, still frowning. You hated being so angry all the time. You missed smiling. You missed your reason for smiling, too, but you had other things to worry about, somehow.

Like the son of Neptune who showed up on your front door.

The boy shifted on his feet, a bronze sword clenched in his tired hands. He looked far worse than you had realized at first, and his voice was exhausted when he answered you.

"Percy Jackson."

"Jason Grace!"

"Careful," He grinned, pointing his sword lazily at you. Your laughter echoed throughout the room, setting the world around the two you singing. "People might think your form is getting sloppy."

"Then they'll think you're a shitty coach," You teased, twirling your own sword as you danced throughout the room, always light on your feet. Jason chuckled, and if you could have bottled up the sound to keep forever, you would have in a heartbeat.

Your favorite moments were when it was just you and Jason, in the training center alone. With curfew fast approaching, everyone else was taking advantage of the two short, sweet free hours before lights out.

"Water break," Jason ordered, flipping his sword gracefully back into the golden coin he always kept in his pocket. You obliged him, slipping wordlessly over to your water bottle on the edge of the mat. "I was serious, earlier. You're dropping your elbows."

"And you're more stiff than a flagpole," You countered, raising a pointed brow at him. Jason gave you a look that screamed 'I don't think so', which was practically an invitation for you to mess with him. "Seriously, Jase, you gotta loosen up."

"I'm loose." He argued, and you let out another loud laugh, the kind that had your head tipping back with the force of your joy. Crossing the room to stand before him, you lifted your chin so that you had a chance at meeting his eye.

I'm loose, he claimed. The thought made you snort, again, as you took in his rigid posture, how even just standing, his arms were crossed over his broad chest.

"Jase," You crooned innocently, settling your left hand on his shoulder, fingers smoothing over the muscle. His reaction was instant, to your excitement. Flush coating his cheeks, his eyes tracking the movement of your hand against him.

Just as you had hoped.

"Baby," You taunted, and he actually choked, burning a bright red as you stepped closer to him, smirk on your lips. "If you're going to talk shit about my elbows, you better get ready to fight back."

Grinning wickedly, you held up the magical golden coin you had lifted from Jason's pocket while he was distracted.

"Give me that," He huffed, eyes rolling and catching your wrist before you could get away. Your laughter fell from you in echoing shrieks, trying to escape Jason as he tried to snatch the coin back.

You stuck out your arm in the opposite direction, trying to hold out as long as you could against him. How rare it was you ever were able to outsmart the great Jason Grace.

He simply pulled you closer, his longer arms stretching out over your body to try and get his coin back. Knees knocking together, your laughters mixed in the air.

By the time his fingers finally wrapped around the golden coin, you could barely breathe. Smiles spread wide over both your faces, you grinned up at him, cheeks albeit a bit flushed.

His arm was wrapped around your middle, holding you flush against his front. And even as he stuffed his coin back into his pocket, he kept his arm wrapped around you tightly.

You weren't going to complain, either, your own hands settling on the tops of his shoulders, toying with the collar of his purple camp shirt.

Gods, you were so in love with him, you felt it in your bones. How was it fair that the powers that be put him in your life, just out of arms reach? And how could Venus despise you so much that she would give you Jason Grace, let him hold you and smile at you, and not have him fall in love with you, too?

He was blinding, golden sunlight, and you just needed to be caught in his rays, however briefly.

"Why do you train so much?" You weren't exactly sure where the question came from, but you were certain it was an important one as you studied the emotions swirling in his sky blue eyes. Confusion, mostly, but also a hint of something so similar to admiration it made your skin feel flushed.

"We're soldiers." He reasoned, ever the level-headed Roman. And you loved him for it, really, but you loved him more than the Roman traits.

"Do we have to be, all the time?" You hated how desperate your voice sounded, and you hated Jason for making you ask.

"What else is there for us?" His counter argument was like he hit the panic button in your mind. And maybe if you had more time to think about how to best react, you would have slowed down and talked him through a life beyond the military prowess he had been practically conditioned to think was the only life for him.

But you didn't have time, and you could barely think, so all you did was pull away from his hold.

"Forget it." You mumbled, not entirely sure if you intended for him to hear. It wasn't his fault, you distantly reasoned, he didn't know any better. Raised by wolves then sent to Camp Jupiter? He had no chance at seeing any sort of life beyond battlefield glory.

But you weren't the daughter of reason. Your father was the god of thieves, and your emotions stole the moment from your fingertips.

"Hold on," Jason urged, taking a step towards you as you backed away, mumbling some excuse about needing more water. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Never, Jase." You nodded solemnly, your frown never once leaving your lips as you twisted back around to face him. "And maybe that's the problem."

I want you to break regulation and kiss the daylights out of me, you wanted to scream.

"I don't understand." He shook his head, open palms splayed up towards the sky, like he was pleading with you or the gods to explain to him.

You laughed once more, but this time, it echoed coldly in the empty training room. Gone was the sunshine smiled you wore, as if it had fallen behind the horizon as the real sun set over your head.

Bitterness twisted your heart, firing unfamiliar cruelty through your gaze, pinned on Jason. He almost flinched at the look on your face.

I don't understand, he had claimed. He didn't understand just how much you ached for him, praetor or not. Roman or mortal, you wanted him.

But he was a soldier, first. And maybe he was a soldier, only.

"Maybe that's the problem."

He called your name, but you were already out the door, letting the metal slam shut behind you.

You weren't enough of a fool to pretend to not see the lightning strike the roof of the training center, ruining the perfectly clear skies from only moments before. The only proof of Jason's frustration he would let the world see, you knew.

The only proof that maybe he ached the same way as you.

That night, you didn't sleep. Your poor bunkmates, listening to you twist and turn and try and get comfortable when it felt like knives were piercing your insides. Acid burned your tongue, cursing the appendage for ever trying to broach the subject about being more than soldiers to the other with Jason.

The next morning, you walked into breakfast, determined to avoid talking to Jason for at least a few hours.

Oh, what a mistake that wish was.

[meanbossart]

Ask compilation: I'm Starting To Think That This Drow Guy Is Kind Of An Asshole Edition.

Probably a Ranger in the hunter subclass. I actually intended to multi-class him as fighter/ranger at some point and make that his official class, but I haven't had time/quite figured out the best build that would still suit him - Ranger makes a LOT of sense with his backstory, arguably more than fighter, but he's still supposed to be a magic-less brick-house with 19 strength who hasn't handled a bow and arrow in 10 years, so I'm not sure where that leaves us LOL

A lot of people have suggested that Berserk Barbarian would fit him well, but I think that implies a lot of other characteristics that do NOT suit him at all so 🤷

HE DIDN'T EVEN GO TO THE CRECHE, and honestly it made the game feel much more immersive to pick one path and stick to it like Halsin suggested, even if I did have to endure the shadow cursed lands without the shiny mace 😂

Probably for the best, it'd be a real shame if the story ended there just because he didn't like Vlaakith's attitude.

But yeah Lae'zel (who, for the record, I adore) never stood a chance in his playthrough. Sorry baby girl.

I'm either uninformed or we have different definitions of what constitutes a crush, but sure I'll play in this space LOL

He's both jealous but also kind of aloof when it comes to things like that. It's yet another symptom of his arrogance, where it seems unfathomable that anyone who has him would be genuinely tempted by someone else. He doesn't mind a normal amount of glance-stealing and flattery, even playful flirting to a degree, but if there's persistence or if his partner seems to seek another person out for things he thinks he should be providing, he feels threatened.

Also, he has a difficult time discerning that "deep emotional connection" does not equal "romantic interest". So, at least immediately after the events of the game, he's more likely to be made insecure by his partners forming deep bonds with others than any throwaway expression of physical desire or fleeting infatuation.

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Let me preface this with the (hopefully unnecessary) disclaimer that this murderous dark-elf's opinions are not my own, and that I very much purposefully made a bit of an asshole character because I find that entertaining.

And now that you're hopefully primed for what's coming - DU drow is pretty damn judgemental of people's looks save for the rare times when they give him a good impression right off the bat. He notes people's appearances and makes preemptive assumptions about them without even realizing it. He definitely does not equal beauty to value or prowess (in fact he will very much still mock of you if you seem too concerned with your appearance) but he does prescribe things based on looks.

I don't think he'd take issue with what you're describing, It sounds like a pretty average body, but he would assume that person is weaker and less fit to "keep up with him", basically. Which kind of diminishes interest.

As far as to what he finds immediately attractive, he definitely prefers people who seem physically fit (not more than himself though - gods forbid). But, the caveat to this whole tangent is that once you get past initial impressions, he could definitely come to be sexually attracted to pretty much any type of body attached to the person he's in love with.

Thank you! There was no main event, just the building up of resentment over time and the opportunity she saw opening up when the Chosen's plan came into motion. She definitely didn't always hate him though, they had a fairly close relationship until his obsessive behavior and arrogance became an issue.

Thank you!!!

They call him the/that drow, dark elf, or "big drow" if there's more than one present. In private they might facetiously call him Bhaalspawn if they get tired of referring to him by race.

I'll be honest, I forgot whether or not I found it in his playthrough LOL but if he did stumble across that would be VERY funny. He'd be like "look at these idiots and their fake murder god. What kind of dimwit would worship carnage as a religion. Hey Shadowheart get a load of this-"

HAPPY YOU ENJOY HIM! I think his unique situation overall with having been such a overwhelmingly horrid person and forgetting all about it is my favorite bit. That's kind of vague, I know, but I often think of dreams I've had where I committed a crime or did something horrible, and that immediate feeling of relief and disconnect that follows immediately after waking up. That's kind of what I imagine it's like for him - he knows of the things he did, but he doesn't really. In theory it's all true but that's a truth far too fantastical for anyone to conceptualize even if it's put right in front of your face.

That, tackling the guilt (or lack thereof) of something you genuinely don't feel like you've done and the intricacies of it, that's a fascinating state of mind to explore. I love how many directions you can take that.

For me, having a character who is not good, but is not necessarily pure unadulterated evil, makes for a lot of complex thought experiments and contradictory values. DU drow has a lot of those - things he believes and abides by absolutely except for this specific instance, being contradictory is a pillar of his character and it can be a little challenging to keep up with it - but I'd be lying if I said I don't deeply enjoy that aspect as well all the same.

THANK YOUUUU It took me so long to figure out how to draw Astarion in a way I liked, I'm so relieved that others enjoy it too 😂

Shockingly he did succeed it and was immediately put-off by it, lmao. They wouldn't really develop much of a relationship for a while after that, so at that point DU drow just figured he was trying to get something from him and wrote him off, much as he did with everyone else with the exception of Shadowheart.

He didn't meet her at the Tiefling grove! I didn't even know you could meet her before-hand for the longest time. But he did super, duper kill her at camp of course.

He managed to hide the body and everyone else was none the wiser, huge blood bhaal-sigil on the ground aside lmao. He was a little shocked but didn't feel all that bad about it, kind of resigning to that primal feeling of satisfaction at a job-well-done that overwhelmed him instead. He decided she was too weak to survive out there and he had just spared her the trouble.

[boynarcing]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰ Good Times for a Change

title from ‘Please Please Please Let me Get What I Want’ by Deftones

Summary: Leon wants his bestfriend’s attention, but you’re too busy gaming.

cw: Reader has male body parts and is referred to as he/him, smut but no penetration, praise/degradation, Leon is a little condescending, dry humping, porn and very little plot lol, very causal so little to no sweetness/fluff. Maybe if you squint.

wc: 2,086

note: This is my second time writing smut, first time with a masc reader. So please excuse any shitty writing or accidental jumps LOL. Anyone can read this btw, just more masc leaning is all. Also, Leon and reader have that ‘it’s not gay I swear’ type of relationship LMAO. They’re in denial.

It’s been hours already. Hours of you and Leon playing some random ass game you found online. You thought it would be fun, and it is! But you didn’t expect the levels to get progressively harder.

“ugh, fuck,” you grunt after losing yet again. Refraining from biting your tongue or screaming, you try again, clicking the ‘respawn’ option on the big red screen that taunts you with the words ‘YOU DIED’.

Leon huffed out a chuckle, “You’ve died like twenty times already. Give it a rest and just accept the fact that you suck.” he rolled his eyes good naturedly. Though, the twenty times comment was an exaggeration and he damn well knew it. Fucker is projecting.

“Shut up,” you groaned, thumbs mashing on the buttons of your controller, the noise almost obnoxious with how hard you’re going at it. “You’re just mad.” you add childishly, lips pursing into a pout and brows furrowing in concentration.

Leon scoffed, corner of his lips threatening to twitch into a smirk. Really, he loves when you get like this. All huffy and puffy over some stupid game. What’s not to like? Leaning back into the couch, he crosses his arms over his chest.

His eyes examined you intently, icy blues trailing over every feature on your frame. From the top of your hair to the shoes you were wearing. Unconsciously, he bites his bottom lip, unable to fight off the surge of desire that had his cock twitching in his pants.

You’re an attractive guy, and Leon knows that very well. Oh, he knows alright. After many years of friendship, he’d never think that he would harbor these intense feelings of lust for you. In fact, if someone told him years ago that he would have feelings for his best friend, he’d laugh his ass off.

Look at him now.

He inched closer, ignoring all your complaints about how the game is rigged. “Why don’t you just take a break?” he grumbles, eyes flickering back towards the TV screen, pretending to be just as engrossed in the game as you were. Without giving it much thought, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. The mere contact enough to make his cock jump in his pants yet again.

You narrowed your eyes at him, because how dare he even consider taking a break? Not thinking much of his sudden closeness, “No way, dude,” you scoff, “I’m not taking a break until I win.” It’s a stubborn declaration, one that Leon knows you’ll stick too.

You’re stubborn as hell, and it makes his brows furrow in slight irritation. But it amuses him nonetheless. His hand starts rubbing your shoulder gently, his skin rough yet somehow incredibly comforting. And suggestive.

“C’mon, just a small break,” he insists, “Please? Before your brain begins to seep out of your ears.” he teases with a light smirk, nudging you playfully with his shoulder. His hand starts to trail lower, subtly gliding down your arm.

You don’t notice. “Just, gimme like five minutes,” you mutter. Your posture is shitty as hell and your back is starting to hurt, but finishing this level is more important. Yes, very important.

Leon hums absentmindedly, his eyes focused on your face, watching for any awareness or reaction. His hand trails lower, fingertips grazing your skin with a feathery touch. His hand now lies on your lap, inching closer to the crotch of your pants.

That’s when you start to notice. Your brows twitch, nervously glancing towards Leon and then back at the TV screen. “What are you doing?” you mumbled warily, not thinking much of it. But still definitely nervous.

Before you could even process anything though, the heel of his palm pressed down onto your clothed cock, eliciting a choked noise from you. “L-leon,” you grunted, “not funny, dude.”

“I’m not trying to be funny.” Came his casual response, lips twitching into a knowing smirk. Asshole, yeah. Fucking knows what he’s doing. Knows you won’t do anything about it.

A grunt escaped your lips, cheeks heating up in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Damn, you don’t want to give him a reaction. Surely he’s trying to distract you. But the friction on your dick has it chubbing in your pants already, meaty shaft twitching in response to the heat emanating from Leon’s hand.

Leon briefly studies your reaction, liking what he sees. It’s intoxicating; makes him want more. Slowly, oh so slowly, he starts to grind his hand down, fingers searching the fabric of your pants until he finds what he’s been seeking. Which leads to him tracing the tip of your cock while his palm rubs on the rest.

Heat starts to trickle into your tummy, coiling up and fluttering like a butterfly’s wings. “Stop,” you try to grumble, but it comes off as more of a whine. Shit, he’s getting to you. Your hold on the controller falters, thumbs now just lazily gliding across the buttons.

You’re not even focused on the game anymore, unable to process the characters on the screen. Subtly, you start to roll your hips forward, soft noises escaping you. Though you try to be quiet to keep the rest of your dignity, you’re sure that’s long gone.

“Mhh, having fun on the game?” Leon chuckles lightly, eyes drifting back to the TV screen while still rubbing one out of you. God, sometimes you wish you could smack him upside the head, maybe then he’d stop being such an idiot.

“Looks like you’re losing.” He says, tone indicating that he’s amused. You huffed, brows furrowing in frustration. “No— ugh, fuck off…” you mumble, eyes hooded and head lolling back onto the couch. Fuck, you can’t do it. Can’t play this stupid game anymore.

Your grip falters completely, controller falling onto the floor with a loud clatter. Your hips buck forward freely, lazily rutting onto Leon’s hand. So needy. It’s like Leon’s seeing a whole new side of you, one that gets his dick going and his heart racing.

“Leon,” you whine, voice breathy and so, so, goddamn desperate. “Please,” you plead and beg shamelessly, bangs falling over your eyes, some strands sticking to your forehead. Precum lazily drools from the rosy slit on your cock, staining the front of your boxers and making them feel warm and sticky.

Craving more, you scooted closer to Leon, limbs feeling like jello. You almost fall on top of him, but you manage. Leon finds it all so cute. It’s like watching a puppy stumble and struggle getting to where it wants to be. Pathetically cute. Makes him want to deny you.

But that’d be mean. So his smirk turns into a soft smile, hand momentarily leaving your needy cock to help pull you onto his lap. You mewl delightedly, head dipping to bury your face into the crook of his neck, nuzzling into him like a lost little kitten seeking guidance.

Your hips undulate, seeking friction on the hard meat of Leon’s thigh. Whining and moaning like a needy mutt. Leon hums softly, enjoying just seeing you like this. It’s cute. Fucking pathetic. But it’s you. And he loves you. Loves how sloppy and clumsy you are when it comes to intimacy.

Deciding to help you out before you end up tuckering out, he rolls his hips forward, angling himself just right so that your crotches are aligned. You reward him with a whimper, eyes drooping with desire and heat. “God, please… more…”

“mhm,” he hums, lost in the look in your eyes. His hands hold onto your hips, firmly keeping you in place so that you don’t end up falling over. He starts to manipulate your movements, guiding your hips down in a continuous motion.

Your bodies lock together, rocking in a steady rhythm that has the both of you groaning out loud. Your tongue seeps out from your mouth, flattening against the soft skin on Leon’s neck to start lapping at it lazily. Your lips latch on, gently suckling and leaving pretty rose colored love marks. Ones that wouldn’t fade easily.

Leon grunts in response, eyes fluttering shut to focus on all the pretty noises that you made. “Fuck, yeah… that’s a good boy,” he murmured huskily, hips snapping forward greedily. Shamelessly moaning, you mewed and whimpered with each receiving thrust, attempting to match his pace and ferocity, but it’s sloppy at best.

“Leon, uhn.. uhn.. oh fuck, gonna make me cum,” You whine pathetically, so lost in a daze that you fail to notice the drool that trailed down the corners of your mouth. Leon notices though. Of course he does. It’s the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes again: the shiny saliva coating your pretty lips.

He hunched forward a little, lips locking onto yours. His slick tongue darted out to lick into your mouth, making loud lapping noises. He grazed the outlines of your teeth; the inside of your cheeks, memorizing it all. Suckling on your tongue, you both exchanged a mess of drool and spit. You swallowed all you could.

“Messy fucking boy,” Leon groaned, panting softly. Sweat and heat covered the both of you, making you both breathless. You only mew in response, too fucking dumb and horny to even think or say anything remotely coherent. How could you? The only head you’re thinking with is your dick’s.

Yeah, you’re really messy.

That rubber band feels just about ready to snap, the coil getting tighter and tighter. It spots your vision, stars exploding behind your eyelids. “Ohhh fuck, Leon! Leon! m’gonna cum,” you whined, noises becoming louder and needier. Could give a porno chick a run for her money.

Leon’s gonna cum too. Can feel it, the way his cock juts forward and leaks precum steadily. It hurts, with how tight his pants feel and all, but that only makes it so much better. He bets you would agree. He tries to speed up, but he’s already going as fast and as hard he can.

You’re too sloppy and slow, so he’s the one doing all the work. But that’s okay. You’re too dumb to try harder. Luckily, he’s okay with doing all the thinking for you. Instead, you press yourself harder into him until your bodies are flush together, cock to cock and chest to chest.

His hips rabbit into yours, until finally, your climax rams into you like a truck. With a loud yelp that devolves into a drawn out whiny moan, you cum hard, all into your pants. It stains the fabric, gradually creating one big, dark, sticky moist spot. All you can do is whimper and whine throughout it all.

Leon keeps going, “Fuck, fuck, yeah, take it,” he groans, grip tightening on your hips in a way that would surely leave some pretty bruises. He slams into you again and again, even as you start to slacken against him.

Finally, he growls, gritting his teeth as his own sweet release snaps, making him cream his pants in steady spurts. He slows down, grunting softly into the last few thrusts until he eventually comes to a stop, leaving the two of you heavily panting in exhaustion.

“So,” he speaks in between pants, voice breathless yet satisfied, “you ready to take a break yet?” he chuckles hoarsely, a grin gracing his handsome features.

“Shut up,” you mumble, voice muffled and face buried into his chest. There’s laughter in your voice, an almost giddy feeling that makes you feel light and spacey despite how tired you are. “You suck.”

“Says you,” Leon huffs, pausing briefly to check you out. “Should freshen up and probably change soon. It looks like you just pissed yourself.” he teases, eyes focused on the huge fucking wet spot on your pants. Looks like you were backed up, huh?

“Fuck you,” You laugh, rolling your eyes. Finally mustering up enough strength and energy to sit up, you reluctantly peel yourself away from his lap, deciding to sit besides him instead. “You’re no better.” you glare halfheartedly. As if he didn’t have a cum stain on his pants too. Sure does love to put you on the spot now does he?

“Yeah yeah,” Leon rumbles, “Let’s just shower now, it’s starting to stick.” he grimaces, shifting uncomfortably as he struggles to get up, pulling you along with him forcibly. Glancing back at you, he smirks. “Maybe a round two in there?”

“Absolutely not.” You laugh, elbowing his side playfully and speeding up to walk in front of him.

What a fucking lie.