#Vidal is... NO ONE CARES ABOUT VIDAL

[laughinglynx]

Mkay I'm trying to get over my extreme embarrassment over talking about my original characters. It's a work in progress XD

Sooooo if anyone wants to send in any asks about Zador (from Dragon Age: Inquisition) or Mercury and Spot (from Destiny 2) please go ahead!!

[red-riding-wood]

PSA - Community Predator

Over a series of months, myself and other Tumblr users -- fic writers, gif makers, fans of created content -- have been victimised by @mrkdvidal1989, who has extensively lied about who he is, preyed on multiple women and denied involvement -- therefore ruining friendships, reputations and feelings, and promised me life-saving medical treatment that he never followed through on.

More information including mine and their stories under the cut.

The reason I am going public with this is twofold:

A) To protect others from being hurt. He is known to reach out to many tumblr users, especially young women in the Cillian Murphy fandom -- but he may have a wider reach beyond this circle. B) Since his "disappearance" three weeks ago and the unravelling of his lies, this man has ruined my life and the only hope I had of obtaining treatment for a condition that has been plaguing me for four years.

Killian Vidal is the name he has chosen to give us, and has claimed to be both a officer commander and general in the mobility troop in the SAS (the general rank does not even exist), has beaten cancer a while ago (but said to another mutual that his "time was running out" and he is currently struggling with it), and a plethora of other life experiences and general knowledge about him that varies in consistency when talking to different people and is questionable in its validity. He has also shared pictures of "himself" that when reverse image searched, belong to different people.

I got to know Kill when he reblogged one of my fanfics (as the story seems to start with a lot of his victims) and he reached out via DMs. We quickly became close friends who called nearly every day on Discord and when I told him about my health issues, he immediately offered to pay for my medical treatment wherever I could find willing doctors.

I was hesitant to believe this at first since all of this seemed too good to be true (and was). He claimed to be very wealthy, enough to afford private jets like it was nothing and to rent me an apartment in the UK in the same building as him. Over time, I grew to trust him because he felt like such a genuine person and friend, which was made all the more believable by the fact that he has such a huge following on Tumblr and was, at the time, part of a vast social network of fans and friends (one of which he even claimed to know IRL -- who will remain anonymous unless they decide to speak out). I decided to ignore the little red flags because I was so desperate to receive this treatment that for me would be life-saving.

For four years, I have been plagued by an array of (mostly) undiagnosed digestive issues that have made my life almost unbearable and have on numerous occasions nearly killed me due to malnutrition. I've spent months in hospital, endured years of malpractice and misdiagnoses, undergone heart surgery, and have tried absolutely everything I can to get better. In the winter of 2023, I was told by my doctor that I was refused in the TPN program (a treatment that may have slowed or stopped my weight loss) and that with or without it, I was looking at mortality. Refusing to stop fighting but having exhausted the public health care system in Canada, I went into 2024 not really having much hope of anything anymore.

So, when Kill came along, that changed. He promised -- and I mean, from the bottom of his heart, promised -- that he would help me get treatment, that he would get me out of my abusive home and fly me to the UK, that he would be there for me as my friend, etc. I was beyond grateful, and as my trust with him built, so did my hope.

The travel plans kept getting put off; originally, he would fly me out as soon as the apartment became available, which was the 11th of Feb, 2024. He kept finding excuses to not book the jet. Finally, it seemed as if around the 15th/16th I would be flying. My health had been declining rapidly and the situation was becoming all the more urgent, and he said he was in contact with a pilot and would send the ticket soon and call me.

That was the last I heard from him. The 16th.

Initially thinking he had ended his life (he had discussed thoughts of suicide with me prior to this), I was beside myself with worry not only thinking one of my closest friends was gone but also that my chance at life was. I reached out to his other friends, and I made several calls to the UK authorities and emergency services and ended up requesting a welfare check be made to see if he was even alive.

They reported that no one under the name Killian Vidal was in the records of the building name he gave me -- the same building that I was meant to live in within that week.

After reaching out to my now beloved friend @kittenonpluto (A.K.A., Cas) on Tumblr, I learned that Kill was in fact alive, and had told her that he was in hospital for digestive issues in Indianopolis, United States (though again, no record of his name in their medical system). He still wouldn't talk to me, but told her to tell me that he would reach out when he was out of hospital.

Cas and I compared information he'd told us (her story will be attached to this post) and looked into the mystery more. He constantly dodged confrontation and questions about the fake photos and information he'd sent her, and seemed to use his completely fabricated hospitalisation as an excuse to not fulfil his promises to myself and her, as well as a means to garner sympathy.

It was quite obvious that he didn't know how the American medical system worked, and he even incorporated elements of my actual story and used them in his. When asked about his treatments, he responded with medically false information. He reported digestive issues, reflux, and having both an NG tube and TPN -- both of which I have experience with -- and let me say, I am beyond disgusted and infuriated that my real life trauma was used as a ploy in all this.

How do we know for a fact this is false? I checked the police case for his welfare check again, and they said that they confirmed him being in the UK at the same time he had told Cas he was in hospital in the States.

After a final confrontation from both Cas and myself (and a desperate final plea for the medical aid he promised me), he was never heard from again from either of us or our friend circles.

I'm now having to pick up the pieces he's left me in and to be honest, I have little to no idea of what the hell to do or how to save myself. The fact that he strung me along for a month and built up my hope that I was going to live only to abandon me without even a word is deplorable to me.

And mine isn't the only story. I've heard from four women on Tumblr (who, again, will remain anonymous unless they choose to speak out) who he has been romantic or sexually involved with (and lied about his involvement, made them out to seem insane or toxic, created rifts in our friendships, toyed with their emotions, and made false promises to of relationships, marriage, and finances).

And that's not including the ex-wife who came back to Tumblr to claim that her and Kill had never met nor married. She was promptly silenced by a "lawyer threat" that we have strong reason to believe was a bluff.

At the end of the day, there are so many lies, half-truths, inconsistencies, etc. this man has wrapped himself in and we don't know for the life of us what his motives are, but from the information that we do know is false, he isn't genuine. He toys with people. He hurts them. Myself and the others that have been affected by this want that to stop.

And at any point, he has the ability to make a new account, and take on a new persona, pretend to be someone else. Tumblr is a wonderful place and I have met so many cool people on here, but please be careful about who you interact with and what you share, because aside from making this post, it is beyond my power to stop him from doing what he does. But after what he did to me, I could not remain silent.

Other Stories

If you have an experience or story with Killian that you would like heard, please reblog it on this thread or make a post. With your consent, I can include a link to it below.

kittenonpluto's story

aurorag98's story

everyoneisawhore's story

your-nanas-house's story

hllywdwhre's story

Final Note

Lastly, if you have read this far, thank you.

If you want to reach out to me about this issue -- whether it's to anonymously share your experience, ask questions, ask for evidence (of which I can back up these statements with), or anything at all --, please do not hesitate to do so. <3

For those who may be worried about the potential legality of this post, everything that I have stated as fact is fact and it is not my intention to slander or spread false information.

[radiokathryn-if]

DEMO ☯︎ FAQ ☮︎ DIRECTORY ♪

Nate Nicks has disappeared.

Why should you care? Do you?

You probably should, considering he's the face and host of your extremely popular radio show and you've just landed one of the biggest contracts of your careers.

You are a sound tech engineer and a damn good one at that, while Nate was the face you were the sound, usually your work is strictly behind the scenes, except for the odd occasion when you were needed on air. So when Nate goes missing and you're tasked with filling in his shoes you're practically thrown in at the deep end.

It only gets worse after a missing persons case becomes a murder case and the cast and crew of Radio Kathryn and FloNote Ent become the suspect pool...

RADIO KATHRYN is rated 18+ for explicit language, explicit sexual scenes and references, themes of death and blood, use of alcohol and drugs, physical abuse and violence. please check trigger warnings.

The setting of the 70s is purely for aesthetic and technology. Don't expect era—accurate racism or homophobia as it won't be included in this IF.

FEATURES ☯︎ [ Trigger Warnings ]

fully customise your MC! name, gender&pronouns (M/F/NB), appearance, personality

decide your on air persona──can you hack it in the limelight or will you crack under the pressure?

build your relations──do you get along with your fellow teammates? how about your fanbase? or your company?

+your radio teams backstory──how the four of you (Nate, José, Mica and yourself) got along, created the pirated radio show, how you got signed into legality, how everything went to shit... or not?

romance someone (or not)──featuring eight solo routes and two poly routes OR just enjoy the mystery and figure out a murder!

chose paths that affect the game──your choices matter, and the ending you may or may not get is dependent on them.

decide which kathryn is your mother──and your relationship with her. (Catherine, Kate, Cathy, Katherine or Rynnie)

CHARACTER BREAKDOWN ☮︎ [ RO Intros ]

The Man, The Myth, The Legend. [???]

“Nate Nicks” Nathan Nicholson──he/him. 28. Radio Kathryn's host and front man, adored by thousands. Complete arsehole but somehow it makes him endearing to others. Cocky son of a bitch that let fame get to his head... or is he? Nevertheless, he's missing now and you may have something to do with it.

think a mix between gauge burek and chris veres in druck (2019)

The Benefactor.

“Mr Robinson” Lionel Robinson──he/him. 42. The man who funded your radio show, the one who got you to where you are. Kind, calm and considerate, especially with Nate. But every one has a line to cross at some point and Mr Robinson is not someone to get angry.

think chad michael murray in sullivan's crossing (2023)

The Fiancé. [RO]

“Eva Vidal” Evangeline Vidal──she/her. 25. The woman who's been there from the beginning, your first listener, your first fan. You used to be closer but Nate sunk his teeth in her and pulled her away. You watched her steadily lose her glow and for someone engaged she seems quite jaded at the news of her missing fiancé.

think penélope cruz in vanilla sky (2001) or vicky christina barcelona (2008)

The Best Friend. [RO]

“Mica Hollens” Michael/a Hollens──he/him, she/her. your age (24─28). Your voice of reason in the chaos of life and Radio Kathryn's manager. Your support system and rock, even if they are a bit quick to jump the bullet in your honour. Mica has strong opinions and Nate has never been in their good books, but surely they wouldn't do anything to jeopardise your job.

think tanaya beatty in through black spruce (2018) or alex meraz in mine games (2012)

The Detective. [RO]

“Detective Han” Han Jimin──he/him or she/her. 30. The detective assigned to Nate's missing persons case. They are meticulous and goal oriented and their current goal is figuring you and your work family out. The more you resist the more they're intrigued and the more you help the more you unravel them.

think lee soohyuk in tomorrow (2022) or lee siyoung in sweet home (2020)

The Rival DJ. [RO]

“José Danger” Jose/phine Jeager──she/her or they/them. 26. Nate calls them the traitor─the defector. They used to be part of your team, a co-host with Nate in your beginning days. The two of them worked like magic until Nate was in demand more and José was kicked to the curb. You wonder if the festering grudge they left with is still there... and if it still extends to you.

think zazie beetz in deadpool 2 (2018) or wounds (2019)

The "Hater". [RO]

“Ji Han” Han Ji Young──he/him. 24. The younger brother of Detective Han. Ji Han is not a fan of Nathaniel Nicholson but he is a fan of the songs he plays─or rather the ones you play when he's absent. He's taken the utmost interest in his siblings case, suspiciously enough to become entangled in it more than anticipated.

think a mix of choi san (2022-23) and lee dohyun in 18 again (2020) or the glory (2022)

The "Fan". [RO]

“Fauve” Faye─Mauve Langham──she/her. 25. Fauve is a bit of a groupie, she can admit. She's not totally obsessed with Radio Kathryn, she reasons, she's just invested in the show and even more so in the people behind it. Fauve become more involved in the case of Nate Nicks than she's wanted, leaving you to wonder just what it is that keeps her going─even to the edge of insanity.

think a mix of imogen poots in need for speed (2014) and hayden panettiere in nashville (2012-18)

The Family Man. [RO]

“Mr Lewis” Jackson Lewis──he/him. 33. The night shift receptionist-slash-building coordinator. He usually brings his daughter to sit in on show recordings, seeing as she's got a bit of a crush on Nate─he's a no-bullshit kind of man but his soft spot is his daughter's puppy dog eyes. He just so happens to be the last person to see Nate before he disappeared and you can't help but get the feeling he's not being truthful in his statement about it.

think brian tyree henry in eternals (2021) or atlanta (2016-22)

The Question Mark. [???]

"Who?" ??? ???──unknown.

it'll be revealed later!

©️ bonnie berry 2023────@moretinyideas

──the polymances are between eva and ??? (eva???) as well as fauve and ji han (fauhan)!

──this is totally inspired by episode 2.8 of sister boniface "dead air" but other than the idea of a radio show called Radio Catherine there are no other similarities!

[talltalesandbedtimestories]

“If You Don’t Look Good, We Don’t Look Good” - Dean x Reader

Rating Explicit

Dean x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Humor, Shameless Smut (I got carried away), Cameo Appearance by Soft!Dom Dean, Unprotected Sex

Word Count: 4200

You and Sam had decided on a code to use in the most grievous, world-shattering of situations.

Full Dean Meltdown

Neither one of you have had to use it – until you get a text from Sam. A case has gone all kinds of awful for Dean. You are not ready for the version of Dean you have to face in the aftermath.

Notes: This is total self-indulgence because I miss This Dean.

I'm participating in @jacklesversebingo and this part will fill my "Hair Pulling" square.

Image created in Canva (links for photos used - found on Google: Jensen Ackles, Liverpool Comic Con, 2023; Jensen Ackles Photo Shoot

66

You stare, mid-muffin chew, at Sam’s text.

“Fuck me.” A few stray crumbs and a rogue blueberry land on a page of lore you should probably be more careful with. But you can’t be bothered with MOL reference handling procedures at the moment.

This is Red Alert. Defcon 5. Designated Survivor Mode Activated.

You and Sam had decided on a code to use in the most grievous, world-shattering of situations.

Full Dean Meltdown

“Fuck.” There’s no point in continuing to curse to yourself. “Fuck.” But you can’t help it. Neither one of you has ever had to use it before. You’d come close a few times.

The book is forgotten, pushed to the side on the table surface. Your fingers glide over the phone’s keyboard.

Is he alright?!? What happened? Please, tell me this is a joke?

I wouldn’t joke about this. Sam’s words bubble up, line by line. Well, I made the mistake of joking right after it happened. It’s gotten progressively worse the entire drive back. He hasn’t said a single word since we got in the car. IDK what’s gonna happen.

“Fuck.”

Should I evacuate? How much time do I have?

Just pulled into the garage.

Shit, Sam! Do you not understand how a code word for disaster preparedness works? One needs enough time to actually prepare for the disaster!

You wait. More bubbles. Then nothing. Maybe Sam didn’t make it out alive. Maybe you should make a run for it through the war room and up the stairs. Save yourself.

I received some communication. He’s headed straight for the showers. Meet you in the lab.

“A what?”

“Musca.” Sam sighs. “Ever seen ‘The Fly’?”

“On cable years ago, filtered through my fingers.”

Sam continues. “They secrete this sticky goo to build a nest.” His mouth crinkles. “Dean landed in it.”

“The nest?” you ask.

“The goo. A puddle of the stuff. Monster fluids freak him out.”

You shiver in disgust at the thought. “Fuck creature feature fluids. 100% in agreement.”

“So, we tracked the musca to its hideout in an abandoned factory. We split up when we got inside…”

“Why do you always split up?” you ask, following it with a frustrated groan.

Sam purses his lips and then proceeds. “When I found him, he was basically glued to this massive conveyor belt holding the goo like it was a kiddie pool. I had to cut him out of most of his clothes to free him.”

The thought of a half-naked Dean has you shiver for other reasons. “Poor guy,” you add in an effort to express sympathy over your dirty thoughts.

Sam chuckles.

You straighten with worry Sam has figured out your crush on his brother. Ready to dispute any yearnings, you add a grumbly edge to your voice and the question. “What was funny about any of that?”

Sam fists long strands on the right side of his scalp high in the air. “Even his hair got stuck to the belt. I had to hack half of it off.” He fingers his bangs back into effortless waves. “Once we killed it, Dean mumbled, ‘Vidal Sassoon you ain’t, fucker.’”

You shrug, confused. “Well, I mean, I get the trauma from the nasty gnat excretions. But that doesn’t explain why you had to warn of a possible Dean disaster.”  

Sam’s gaze tears from yours to stare at the floor by his boots.

“Sam?”

He lifts a shoulder. “I might have said something like, ‘We can’t all be masterful hunters with glorious locks.’”

You frown. “Sam…”

Sam raises a hand in defense. “Hey, maybe now he’ll finally shut up about my hair being a liability. I mean, hello, I’ve still got mine.”

The temptation to knock on Dean’s bedroom door is great. But you refrain, hiding away in yours instead. He’ll be better in the morning, you decide. Especially if you fry up some bacon.

A light rap of knuckles against mahogany distracts you from the latest show binge on your laptop. You pause the action. “Yeah?”

“Got a minute?” Even with the question, Dean’s tone sounds like a command.

You gulp. “Sure.” Rotating in the seat, your hand grips the top of the backrest. You’ll try to hold the line against the Dean Winchester Offensive.

The door swings slowly on its hinges. Dean slinks into your space. It’s the opposite of his usual bluster and humorous bellows that lead to inevitable laughter on your end. His slippers shuffle along the tile. He’s wearing roomy sweats and a dark t-shirt that hugs his torso. A folded towel is wedged into the crook of his arm. 

Your brain locks onto two things that appear off about Dean. The first thing totally out of place on the masterpiece before you is the baseball cap.

In the next second, you remember why he’s wearing it. It’s not because he’s undercover as a delivery driver or Fish and Wildlife Game Warden.

Dean does not want you to see his hair in its current state.

The second thing makes your pulse quicken. His beard is… gone. You can’t remember the last time you saw him even close to clean-shaven. You forgot what that sharp jawline used to do to your insides.

“Hey.” You don your best don’t-let-on-to-anything smile.

Dean scrutinizes you as if you are a witness in his rapid-fire way and then huffs. “Son of a bitch told you, didn’t he?”

You decide not to remind Dean he and Sam share the same mother. “He did. I’m sorry. You okay?”

The door clicks shut. “I’ll live. Sam might not see the light of day, though.”

You ignore the murder threat, instead focusing on a new scent in the air. You sniff, nostrils flaring with the deep inhale. Dean smells like he’s working on an amazing beach tan.

He nods at your reaction. “Coconut Oil. I had to use all that was in the kitchen for…” He circles his lower body with a finger and eventually points to the baseball cap.

“Did it do the trick?”

“Better than I hoped. I even got all that nasty shit out of my hair.” His weight shifts from one foot to the other. “But I need a favor.”

“At your disposal.” Still seated, you somersault your hand as if addressing royalty.

That at least cracks a tiny smile into his serious veneer. “I had to take a razor to my hair and cut it pretty short. Can you clean me up in the back?”

You clutch your chest and gasp in the most dramatic fashion you can muster. “You trust me to touch your hair?” 

“I trust you with my life, wiseass.” Dean smirks. “Can the sass and help a guy out, would ya?”

A warmth blossoms in your heart at Dean’s words. The heat spreads to your skin. You wave a hand at the towel and clear your throat. “Those the accouterments?”

Dean quirks a brow and grins. “Croutons?”

“And you call me the wiseass.” You sigh.

He shrugs with a nod in agreement. He drops the towel on the desk and lifts one of the corners to reveal the electric razor inside.

“Okay. Here’s as good a place as any, I suppose.” You rise from your seat, close the laptop, and move it to your dresser.

“You sure? We can go to the bathroom.” He thumbs at the door.

You wave a hand at the chair you vacated, now standing behind it. “Here’s good.”

Dean sits. The wooden chair creaks.

“Towel.”

Dean grabs the razor before passing the towel. You flap the fabric, channel your inner toreador, and let it billow over Dean’s frame like a sail. When it settles, you wrap and tuck it into the back of the collar.

Moments like this are pure indulgence. Getting within close proximity of Dean years ago left your brain unable to process the simplest tasks. Breathing. Blinking. Talking. Eventually, you got a handle on your senses. Now, you could treat yourself to the experience of him on occasion in a myriad of ways. No one had to be the wiser that the mundane helped create many fantasies.

“Razor.”

Dean chuckles, presenting you with the razor over his shoulder. “It’s not surgery.”

“Hey, appreciate the seriousness with which I’m embracing this endeavor.” You step to his left. “Dean?”

He lifts his head to peer up from under the brim of his cap. “Yeah?” His blinks emphasize the question.

All that does is force you to focus on his pretty lashes and the eye color he’s daring you to try and describe in your head. The cheekbones and the manicured five o’clock shadow aren’t helping matters either. You swallow and remember what’s supposed to happen next. “Can’t do much with that hat on your head.”

“Oh. Right.” He sighs. “Just, no laughing, alright?”

You place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze softly in confirmation. “No laughing. Promise.”

Dean exhales. You suck in your lips and hold your breath. He closes his eyes and peels the cap off.

You stare dumbfounded.

“Say whatever you gotta say,” Dean mumbles with scrunched features and shut lids.

Your vision clouds. Heart races. “It’s…”

“Awful,” he interrupts.

“Perfect,” you whisper.

Eyes open at the word. His gaze shoots up to meet yours. “Huh?”

Gone are the 90s dreamboat bangs he’s been growing out and tending to since 2020. In their place are a couple of directionless inches that need gel after the scrubbing, clipping, and hat matting. The Musca goo must have done most of its damage around the sides and back. In those areas, he’s shaved it short and close, done his best to fashion a fade that you imagine was muscle memory for him even after all these years. You eye the spot at the base of his skull that needs to be cleaned and tapered.  

You’re blinking, fighting back tears, utterly speechless.

Dean stares, total confusion lining his face. “Are you crying? Why the hell are you crying?” He taps the top of his head. “Shit… is it that fucking of a fiasco?”

“No.” You cover your mouth at the possibility a nervous laugh might spill out, which will only irritate him further. Moments pass as you struggle to steady your breath.

“Well, what the hell is it then?”

Dropping the hand covering your mouth, you beam down at him. “It’s you.” You could care less about what you were supposed to do with the razor in your hand. Instead, you perch your ass against the desk so you can lean back and take him in.

Dean’s eyes widen. You’ve seen that look of concern many times. “Yeeaaah. It’s me. Who else would it be? Do I need to get Sam?”

Your head shakes in amazement at the vision. “I haven’t seen this Dean since… damn, since before the pandemic. Since you and Sam made that bet, remember?”

“Gonna have to be a little more specific. Sam and I make lots of bets.”

“The one about you being unable to resist the temptation to take a razor to your hair during lockdown. I don’t even remember what the stakes were.”

Dean contemplates. “Hm. I haven’t got a clue. That was like, what, four years ago.” His lids shade the dark green of his irises. “This Dean?”

You nod. Your breath hitches at the swell of emotions rising. “The guy I first met.”

Dean shifts in the chair and leans forward. Every furrow and crinkle on his face melts away. His eyes appear to double in size as he waits for you to continue.

“My hero.” The whisper is a physical manifestation of how vulnerable and exposed you feel at Dean’s silent interrogation method. You press on. “The one that risked his life to save me… forever ago.”

He lifts one side of his mouth in a lopsided grin. “Sam was there, too, you know.”

You laugh. Cheeks warm at the adorably smug reaction. “Yes, you’re right. He was.”

Dean shakes his head. “Sam’s had the exact same haircut for years. I don’t see you crying every time you lay eyes on him. He’s a walking reminder of the guy you first met.”

“But he’s not you.” In your haste to provide an explanation, you realize you’ve said too much.

Dean’s mouth opens a fraction. His brows downturn. He’s working it out in his head in real-time.

You’re terrified.

A new smile forms. You think you spot a blush on his cheeks. “What else do you remember about this Dean?”

You shrug and tear your gaze from his. You don’t want your words to betray you again.

“Hm.” Dean rambles off a laundry list. “A lot of brooding back then, wasn’t there? I was a really good brooder. Hard to figure out? Distant, too, right? Definitely knew what was best for everybody. Stubborn jackass.”

You remain silent.

“Okay, still a stubborn jackass.”

You giggle. He joins in with a chuckle. Your anxiety eases and you find courage to look at him again.

“We’ve all changed in different ways, I guess. You, for example.” Dean gestures in your direction.

You stiffen. This could go many ways. You aren’t ready for any of them.

“You don’t take any of my shit, for one.” He raises a finger. “You're confident. You speak your mind. You have a life outside of these bunker walls.” Four fingers are on display for a while. He smiles and elongates his thumb. “But you still make this your home.”

“Every second of the life I’m able to live is because of you guys. I owe you everything. I’m lucky you let me make this my home.” You reason.

Dean’s smile drops. The open palm clenches into a fist and rests on his thigh. “You don’t owe us anything.”

“You and Sam did all that for me without batting an eye. You didn’t expect anything in return. You and Sam gave me so much more than I could ever repay. You gave me a second chance. You gave me a home.” You shrug and smile. “You became my home.”

He studies the floor and smirks, stating more to himself, “Not the only long-standing bet I’ve lost to Sam today.” Dean inhales and sits tall, focusing back on you. He nods, slow and calculated. “So, perfect, huh?” 

You roll your eyes. “Don’t get a big head.”

“A little late for that.” He grins and reclines back. “Would you go so far as to say this Dean” – he sweeps his hands in front of his figure in a dramatic gesture – “is irresistible?”

You exhale. “I don’t know if I’d say irresistible.”

He licks his lips. “Whew. Well, that’s good. I mean, otherwise, you’d have the same problem I have.”

You drop the razor on the desk and cross your hands over your chest. “What problem would that be?”

A heated gaze, beginning at your socked feet, rakes over you with his answer. “How much I find every fucking thing about you irresistible. You could shave your head and wear a potato sack, and I’d still have to keep my feelings in check.” You're practically on fire by the time his eyes lock with yours. “Every goddamn second of every day I’m around you.”

“This would be one of those times I don’t take any of your shit,” you scoff and squint back.

It’s his turn to clutch his hand to his chest. “You think I’m lying?”

“I think you’re having a little too much fun at the expense of my soul-baring.”

“Wanna bet?” 

Dean’s voiced that question countless times. Tonight, though, certainty laces his words.

He seems to take your silence as the only needed response. “Kiss me.”

“Wh-hat?”

“If you think you can resist, kiss me, and it’s a one-and-done.” His brows lift. “But if you can’t… Well, I might not leave this room anytime soon.”

“That doesn’t sound like a wager. More like a dare.” You straighten your stance. “Besides, you’re assuming…”

He grumbles out an interruption, “Sounds like somebody’s stalling.”

Your mouth snaps shut.

“Maybe we both take the armor off for a night. Take a chance on something that could be awesome.” Dean posits. His hands rub the cloth atop his thighs. “I can make it awesome.” The tone is low and promising. “If it helps, I’m this Dean tonight. We can worry about that Dean tomorrow.” He smiles, reaches a hand out to you, and nods in encouragement.

He’s struggling to play it cool, keep his emotions in check. You’ve seen this Dean before. He’s inhaling and exhaling fast through his nose. His jaw clenches and it cracks your resolve even further.

You drop your shield and let this Dean win you over. 

You melt, wrapping your fingers over his. This Dean’s touch electrifies every cell and awakens every dormant hope you had put to rest. He tugs you into his space. His lead forces the parting of your legs in order for his thigh to slot between. You hover. Your chin drops to your chest while his chin tips up high to hold your gaze. His body heat pulses off him like a vibrational energy. “Kiss me.” It’s the sweetest and softest request you’ve ever heard this Dean utter.

Your fingers trace along the freshly shaved hair over his right ear. It’s slippery and smooth in one direction, scritch-scratchy in the other. You can study every battle scar on this handsome canvas. No bangs of curtains or overgrown beard can hide them from you now. 

His lips part and release a deep sigh. Your fingers slip down his neck. Warm hands rest on the curve of your hips.

“I won’t be able to resist you,” you whisper.

“Good,” he hums. He’s guiding you with a firm grip to straddle his thigh. Then, there’s an encouraging push with a large palm and splayed fingers against the middle of your back. The sweet smell of coconut hits. Your gaze zones onto that bowed top lip. The way the plump bottom one parts from it to grant entrance.

Dean huffs an impatient groan you are all too familiar with. “You don’t kiss me in the next five seconds, I’m gonna kiss you.”

“Is that supposed to be some kind of threat?” you tease.

“More like a warning.” His voice is gruff and deep.

You hold back a moan at the sound, then dip down and do as you’re told.

Everything about the kiss is eager and rushed. Together you’re a tangle of limbs and fever pitch need. You’re pressed tight and right to his body - all muscle-tense and trigger-ready. His lips respond in kind to your every brush, swipe, and nudge for more and more.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he murmurs through the kiss.

You gasp in satisfaction at the intention. 

His lips skim to your jaw, under your ear, then down your neck. “I gotta know that’s what you want.”

“Yes, Dean.”

Another hum thrums against your skin. You shiver as fingers creep under the hem of your t-shirt. His nose nuzzles along the frayed v-neck collar. He cups your breasts under the fabric. A thumb and finger twists one of your nipples even more erect. Teeth scraping and tongue lapping over the other fabric-covered nipple draw a strained moan out of your throat.

Soon the shirt is tugged hastily over your head for removal. Then you feel his mouth and hands all over your breasts again, unencumbered.

You’re a panting, heaving mess riding his thigh like you’re on an X-rated carousel. You arch your chest into his face. He’s slurping and sucking your nerve endings into the stratosphere. He pops a tit out of his mouth long enough to order, “Yeah, come for me so I can fuck that nice wet pussy.”

Dean staring at you, commanding you to come for him, is the tipping point you need to orgasm hard and fast.

“Yeah.” He grabs a fistful of your hair and clamps his mouth to yours. “Gonna feel so good around my cock.” He steals every gasp of air you expel with his inhales.

You’re tingling all over. He peels you off his thigh to sandwich his standing body to yours. He towers over you. He’s stiff and erect in his sweats, pressed into your lower tummy. His hands sweep up and down the channel of your spine.

“This Dean’s got a lot to make up for.” His tongue licks at your lips. “But I gotta be inside you right now.”

You nod. “You got five seconds to get me naked and on that bed.”

Never let it be said that Dean Winchester is not up for a challenge.

The chair behind him is now careening towards the bedroom door on all four legs. You scream-giggle as he lifts you into the air while he twirls, then tosses you onto the mattress, bouncing at the impact.

The sound of the chair crashing and toppling into a corner does nothing to distract you from watching Dean tunnel out of his t-shirt, kick off his slippers, and hopscotch out of his pants and boxers. His hard, thick cock springs to attention.

Fuck. You want every inch of that deep inside you.

He hooks his fingers onto the hem of your pants and manages to pull your socks off along with them. Kneeing onto the bed, he croons, “Been wanting you for so long, baby.”

Your head falls back into the cushion of the mattress, woozy from Dean’s actions and confession. “Probably been wanting you longer.”

Your panties are off and tossed over his shoulder next. “You don’t gotta wait anymore.” He grips under your knees and drags you to him. He slides over the wet heat of your folds and hisses, “Wanna fuck you without a condom.”

You whimper, “Just fuck me already.”

He smiles, grabs his cock – that must be fitted with a pussy homing device – and pistons into your entrance without any further mother fucking ado.

You gasp at the searing heat and sharp pain of him stretching you open. But he doesn’t stop fucking you. He’s minding how your facial features accept the brunt of each thrust and the agonizing slow release of his cock. Over and over. His descent is just as slow as he fucks. But eventually, your legs clamp around his waist and he wraps you in an embrace. Chests plastered together, moaning into each other’s mouths.

Your fingers inch into what remains of his bangs. You pull at the hair and Dean groans out, “Yeah.”

It’s lovely and languid for however long you both have the patience. The feel of him everywhere and inside is something you don’t ever want to end. But there’s a second orgasm building. The thought of Dean spilling into you has your walls clench in impatience around his cock.

“Fuck,” he grunts, face tucked along your neck. You lift your head up to enjoy the view of his undulating back and curvy ass clenching and raising as his fucking gains momentum. You pull at his hair again. “Fuuuck.”

He stills, turns to stone, and you feel his cock pulse and warmth spill inside. Moments later, a hand wedges between your bodies to thumb your clit and trigger your second orgasm.

You cry out his name.

“I got you, baby,” Dean whispers into your ear. And he does. Not letting go and practically swaddling you with his body. The sexiest weighted blanket on the planet.

You smile and stroke – instead of pulling – at his hair. “Who’s got me exactly? This Dean or That Dean?”

He sighs, sounding winded. “You get all the versions. Whether you like it or not.”

“I’d like that very much.”

He leans back to stare at you. “Yeah?” He’s red and flushed and the happiest you’ve ever seen him. “Even if I grow my hair out again?”

You nod. “Yeah. More for me to pull.”

Dean groans and flops to his back beside you, chuckling.

You listen to the rhythm of your collective breathing slow down and regulate. His fingers brush along the flesh of your thigh. “Dean?”

“Hm?”

“Earlier, you said something about losing two bets to Sam today. What was the other one?”

“Asshole told me you had a thing for me years ago. Let’s hold off on telling him he was right, or I’m doing his laundry for an entire year.”

“I don’t think we have to tell him anything, Dean. I’m pretty sure he heard everything.”

“Hm. You’re right.” He’s up on an elbow, staring down at you. “Maybe text him that code thing? That might get him out of the bunker for a while.”

You blink. “Code?”

“Don’t play coy now.” Dean shakes his head. “But what’s the ‘66’ mean?”

You bite your lip.

He waits.

“It was Sam’s idea.”

He waits.

“The 66 Seals.” 

Dean cringes.

You shrug. “Too soon?”

“And he says I have a twisted sense of humor.” Dean yawns. He finds the edge of the comforter you both are lying atop and tosses it over your naked bodies. “So, will you still clean me up in the back? Maybe wait until morning, though?”

“Absolutely.” You snuggle into his chest, secure that Dean will wake up next to you in the morning. “If you don’t look good, we don’t look good.”

It takes a beat before Dean responds with a teasing smack to the back of your head, followed by a kiss on your forehead. “Wiseass.”

[lamprophonia]

》 [ yandere!Heir. ] 《

yan!heir x gn!reader: introduction. 517 words. reader referred to as 'you'. cw for general yandere behavior — manipulation etc. DO NOT USE OR REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE.

leon vidal was the sole heir of vidal inc., a bioengineering company started by his father in the late 80s.

since then, the company has only grown, now having divisions in just about any industry possible. that's how you met leon — your father was a trusted work associate of his father's being sat together at a business dinner at the age of four so you wouldn't disturb the adults, you two were expected to get along — and get along you did.

you two quickly became friends. your parents were glad you got along with the young heir and were even happier to drive you over for playdates while they talked shop.

little leon was even happier to dazzle you with his impressive collection of toys. later, that grew into the new mountain bike he got, or the latest game system, or wait- what do you mean your family doesn't have an indoor pool? come on then, what's his is yours.

and in a way, he was right. you two were inseparable since the age of six. coming over was a weekly occurrence, which then turned to daily once you didn't need your parents to drive you everywhere.

the same went for every social circle.

he was popular, obviously — and since you were his best friend, you were popular by proxy, no matter whether you were actually a social person or not. in school, you gathered a large friend group, but leon didn't hesitate to favor you.

like, blatantly favor you out of all his friends. sure, they all got nice gifts, and invites to parties, but you were the one he was willing to spend thousands on 'just because'. you were the guest of honour at every single party. you were the one that got invited on trips with him to his family's summer home... or winter home... or really, wherever you want.

he doesn't care. as long as you're there, he's happy.

if you asked, or if anyone asked, for that matter, he didn't even like you like that. he definitely didn't think he was obsessed. it's only natural for him to want to see his best friend happy, right?

because that's what you are. his best friend.

and he would do anything for you. anything, ranging from spoiling you to the ends of the earth to taking apart your social circle by methodically driving away anyone he sees as a threat.

what? you're just so... perfect in his eyes. you deserve the best. it just so happens you don't seem to realize that the best is right there in front of you. it's not his fault you keep making these dumb decisions by choosing others over him. hell, he doesn't even mind.

he'll happily help set you straight. leon isn't above anything — bribery, gossip, blackmail. if that doesn't work, he'll take it a bit further — of course, he doesn't want to gaslight or manipulate you, but it's for your own good. promise. he knows you so well, after all; he knows what's best for you. he'll help you out.

you don't even have to ask.

[sarandipitywrites]

Build a Poketeam Tag

snagged from an open tag by @dyrewrites - thank you!

making absurd characters AND making absurd pokemon teams? DON'T MIND IF I DO

idk who plays pokemon here, so i'll tag @i-can-even-burn-salad, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @oh-no-another-idea, @owlsandwich, and everyone who wants to do this. find the team-builder here

i'll do this for the main characters of my Untitled Cyberwitch WIP (plus a bonus one bc i can't help myself):

V Hyun

Appearances are important to V, so it's crucial for their team to mesh with their punk/goth styling. However, the mohawks and spikes belie movesets carefully chosen to cover their team's weaknesses. They spent ages putting together and perfecting their team's strategy, but will never admit to it. Toxtricity is their partner Pokemon.

Julian Quintana Benoit

Jules's team's first line of defense is intimidation. The prevalence of wings, cloaks, and scythes in his team's designs points to his tendency to obscure himself and keep others at arms' length (making both him and his team less effective at defending the people he cares about). The exception is his partner Pokemon, Smeargle, who cannot (and does not) battle.

Jacqueline Vidal

Jacqui's affinity for crystals carries over into her Pokemon team; all of her Pokemon except for her partner, Salazzle, have crystals incorporated in their designs. She approaches battles the way she approaches all her problems: with the goal of ending it as quickly as possible. Anything she can't handle with brute force is subjected to Salazzle's poison.

Bonus:

Lupe

As long as they're winning, Lupe does not care if anyone else is having fun.

[vorchagirl]

Saints and Liars - Chapter 14

There are consequences for Cerys after her vanishing act on Kadara as Tann reassigns the whole Pathfinder Team to new duties on Meridian.

Art is by @beemot and a snippet is below the cut!

Chpt 14 - These Things

Cerys tried not to look bored as Kandros paced back and forth in front of her, his back stiff with rage and his voice boiling with anger. Under normal circumstances she probably would have been terrified to see Kandros to worked up, but it was difficult to take him seriously. Especially when he’d been yelling at her for a solid fifteen minutes and didn’t show any sign of letting up.

“What were you thinking?” He slammed his hands on his desk, the loud bang jerking Cerys out of her thoughts with a start. “Reyes Vidal had just made a very serious threat against your life, and instead of doing the sensible thing and returning to the Tempest, you decided to vanish into the wilds of Kadara to help sick people in the slums?!”

She frowned, unable to sit back and take the barrage any longer. “People were sick and Nakamoto needed medicine. It was easy enough for me to track down the smugglers who had stolen it and retrieve it. What’s your problem?”

The lie was practised and rolled easily off her tongue, but Kandros raked a furious hand through the air dismissively.

“You could have been killed, Cerys! You’re our Pathfinder and one of the only people able to operate remnant technology. We can’t afford to lose you.” His cold eyes fixed on her despairingly, and Cerys was reminded of the times her father had yelled at her like this. Times when she’d gone out drinking with a boy who he didn’t approve of, or when she’d snuck out to a party with her friends. “I don’t know what I have to do to get it through your thick human skull, but your safety isn’t just about you. People are depending on you.”

Finally, he seemed to have run out of steam and Kandros sank down on his desk looking annoyed. Cerys tried not to set him off again as she sat forward and tried to give him an apologetic smile.

“Look, I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful next time. I’m just not used to having to watch my back on Kadara-”

“Things have changed,” Kandros snapped. “You need to stop assuming that Reyes Vidal is playing games and start realising that he’s dangerous. Whatever the relationship used to be between you, however close you thought you were, he was clearly just stringing you along while it suited him, and now that the Initiative has become the enemy again it means that you’ve become the enemy.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53353261/chapters/140797606

[tina-aumont]

♀️International Women's Day♀️

This site is for...

María Antónia García Martín: Spanish migrant woman who went to Cuba where she met her husband, she settled in Garafia, had six children.

Regla María Teresa Vidal Recio was a Dominican loving mother to her 10 children and she took care of two more children from her husband. She had a very special relationship with her daughter María from whom received always beautiful letters and she read them numerous times until she learned them by heart. Her bond to her daughter was really strong they seemed to comunicate by telepathy.

María África Gracia Vidal was a Dominican actress who found fame and fortune in Hollywood. She came from a rural background, was self-thaught about English language and she knew since she was little, that she was born to triumph. She funded her own fan-club, wrote poems and even a song. She was also very loving and protective to her younger sisters and was a very loving mother.

Adita Gracia Vidal was María's younger sister, little is known about her, maybe the was the most shy of all the Gracia Sisters, but she travelled to Hollywood with them to try an artistic carrer as an actress.

Consuelo Gracia Vidal travelled with her sisters to Hollywood and stayed there under María's wing. She acted in one film "Pirates of Monterey" but found English quite difficult and became model. She was the mother of four.

Luz Gracia Vidal was the sweetest of all the Gracia Sisters and when María was away filming, she always took care of her niece Tina. She was married to Jean Roy and had three kids who lost their father in a killing and she took care of them by herself. She never remarried.

Teresa Gracia Vidal was a successful model in her adoptive country, France, as her sisters, she came from a rural area but had a very successful carrer in a foreign country. She settled there and had a daughter, Raïna Paris. Besides of modelling, Teresita tried to succeed in the cinema industry. Today we know she acted in one film "El Andén", filmed in Spain. She was a divorced mum.

Maria Christina Aumont Gracia was María's daughter, she lost her mother when she was just five years old, but she was loved and being cared with her dad, aunties, uncles, cousins... until she was sent away to a schoolboards, then she married at 17 and had a stillborn babygirl when she was 18. Although her personal life wasn't a fairylate, she managed to find happiness for a time and had a very successful carrer as an actress and also a model in Italy, her adoptive country. In 1969 Tina had to have an abortion in secret as it was illegal in France and in 1971 she signed a manifesto (risking jail) in order to decriminalize the right to abortion which until then was illegal in France.

María Montez Gracia Fiallo is named after her Dominican Auntie, as she was born some weeks after her auntie passed away. Just like her cousin Tina, María II lost her dad when she was five, and in her teens she travelled with her mum to Spain, the country of her ancestors, there she had a very successful carrer as a TV actress and performer first, but then she followed a cinema acting carrer and in the Seventies she went to live in a Comunity first in England and then in France where they had a specific stage methodology. She gave up her acting career to take care of her daughter, who was born with Down's Syndrome.

Maria Isabel Gracia is María's niece, and she worked in Puerto Rico and Chile as a model, actress and even did some work behind the cameras. She has, at least, one daughter.

Raïna Paris Manuel Gracia is Teresita's daughter. She has worked as a TV actress, stage actress, producer, documentaries director... but also she's been studing the spiritual side of the humanity and she's written books, poems and makes some speeches about the subject, she also makes some workshops and tarot readings. Being a single child, sometimes has been difficult for her as all the family burden was on her.

Dominic Fuentes Gracia is Maria Isabel's daughter. Just as her auntie Raïna, Dominic has worked on TV and cinema as an actress, but nowadays makes workshops and speeches about spirituality. She is a divorced mum but has a beautiful relationship with her ex-husband.

♀️💜✊🏽

In this International Women's Day I honour all these strong and brave women who made (and still do) a wonderful family that has spread around the world but has a strong bond.

All these women are different, some were rich, some were poor, some had lots of kids, some had none, some had lovely families, others were just divorced women, but all of them had to fight for their rights, their lives and their truth.

To all of them, the ones who came first and the ones who'll came later, I honour you.

We fight every day ♀️💜✊🏽

Eleni xx

[islahvnt]

Secretly you love this, do you even wanna' go free? Let me in the ring, I'll show you what that big word means

mentions: Yvonne, Ayaz, Vidal, Henry and Olivier tw: gore, violence, murder

The lights had never bothered her. If anything, they made it all the easier to slip in and out of the crowd of people that ventured into the open mouth of the Venue, and more specifically the Rutherfords. A cesspool of the cities most oblivious mingling without a thought about the demons they congregated with. If Hell offered an everglade of euphoria for the worst creatures the city held; the Venue would be the welcoming party. The leather skirt she wore clung tight to a lithe form. A snake among them, sidling up alongside the unsuspecting offering a glimpse of sweat and honey beneath the white lace of her crop top; leaving little to the imagination as she lured them beyond the lobby of a Rutherford hellscape and beyond. Without question, she teed up dealers with those willing to pay, and poured every elixir known to man that might otherwise inebriate those only looking for a night they’ll never remember.

Gather information; carve out a safe place for lips eager to spill all. She was little more than a pretty face to them; harmless. Good for a fuck, just a taste; all while she wove the design of their own demise between manicured fingertips.

As easily as she managed, there was no doubting the dire need to lash out that had simmered away since her initial release. Bound and muzzled by her mentors, Isla listened to Henry and Vidal because she wanted to. And subconsciously, in a grab for their approval. Their respect. It’s one of the few things she’s deigned to desire since the cold night two of the Rutherford's enforcers arrived at her fathers store to deliver the consequence of a failed payment. It was a fire that never dimmed, and one that Isla would prove was catching, even if it killed her. Even if she was just a pretty face.

A hand, as silken as the smoothes porcelain surface found its way beneath her skirt, squeezing the curve of her behind with a certain fervor that made her teeth grit. Pause. Her features soften as she glances across her shoulder at him, the glint of mischief in the sparkle of her eye that only becomes all the brighter as her manicured brow peaks “Where you going, baby?” She reads his lips over the reverberating thrum of drum and bass that called the club home. The blonde turns, instantly pressing her body into his, just to speak into the shell of his ear as she lifts the expensive bottle she was taking to a booth of loyalists. “To do my job. Someone around here has to make sure you’re all having a good night,” there’s something sickly sweet to the curvature of her voice, a flicker of venom that nobody ever saw coming. Yvonne Rutherford. The name had swelled an unspeakable cloud above them that they were entirely unaware of. A passing mention that perhaps nobody else would have thought to pick up, and yet Isla had. Perhaps the awful accent, or the pompous way in which they dressed, as loud as their voices - begging everyone close enough to believe they were something worth watching made them believe that there was too much to see, for anyone to truly be listening. Maybe they knew that their worth truly only extended to their looks; and not every moronic fucking thought that came to the front of their barely mature mind. She never missed a beat though. “How are you meant to make sure we’re having fun if you’re not here with us?” It doesn’t really land with her, though the fact that he and his friends are quickly jabbing each other with elbows makes it clear to her the kind of people they were. “You’re too pretty to be working like this..” he grinned and pulled her closer, pressing a finger beneath her chin to lift her gaze, “- I’d take care of you.” She could have gagged, openly, feeling her skin crawl in the same way that it always did. 

Gather information. Fuck that. 

White teeth scour her lesser lip, and doe hues flicked between them, and back to the bar. Beneath her heels, the sticky substance seeks to glue her to the spot and the tang of desire rears its ugly head as she sets the bottle on the table and offers a dazzling smile, “How about you take care of this for now..” The blonde drawls out, the briefest touch of fingertips across his leg, just a taste, “And then you take care of me later.” Hues linger just long enough for it to sink in, beneath his foolish demure of importance, “Both of you… take care of me later.” It’s all she says, plucking the phone from the table in front of him, to dial her own number before she tucks it safely into the pocket on the inside of his suit jacket. “I’ll call you when I finish,” —----------------

There are options. There are always options. But Isla had never been one to weigh them up equally. And the taste of being the only one to know only served to fill her drunk with the spark of desire that she felt beneath her bones once again. Proving herself was one thing, though she’d hoped that the things she wanted didn’t make her seem desperate to impress. Simply put, Isla Hunt knew what she was good at. And chaos tangled itself so tightly around her fingertips, it was impossible to ignore. “I’ll be out in five x.”

The club had emptied out and the lingering echo of all that went on within the four walls continued to ricochet as each lights dimmed out, as each of those she worked with said goodnight and left. The early hours always gave Isla the time she needed to herself - it suited her to be the last to leave, very few others were willing to deal with what could be waiting beyond the doors. But this time, Isla knew. The back door closes behind her, a heavy steel door upon rusting hinges and she perches upon the landing just long enough to light a cigarette. The cherry tip in the dark an ominous glow when one considered the horrors that lurked in the dark. Luckily, tonight, she intended to be that horror. The car pulls up. The darkened SUV worth more than everything she owns, and she cursed it to hell as her heels click against the steps and the doors of the vehicle swing open to reveal the two french soldiers. Unassuming, and stupid. They jeer. One waves a clear bag of white powder and the blonde feels a sting of disappointment at the notion of it. Inebriated, she didn’t hate.. But if they were high, it certainly took an ounce of fun out of it. The irony wasn’t entirely lost on her. The barely gone cigarette is crushed beneath the toe of her shoe as she slows to a stop, pressing a shoulder into the car and it’s clear enough that they’ve only got one thing on their mind. The press of damp lips meet her shoulder as the taller of the two draws an arm around her waist - the giggle that she elicits is hollow, but they don’t know that. Somewhere in the mess of powder, lips, teeth and the bottle of vodka she’d palmed off to them earlier, the cool leather of the backseat settles against her skin. It’s a wonder the two can barely see, though she supposes they’re built like bulls and couldn’t think for a second that they’d made a single wrong move in their attempt to run a very, very stupid play by the eyes and ears of the Rutherford organization. A rough hand curls in against the inside of her thigh, and she buries fingertips into the mess of blonde hair upon what she thinks might be the younger of the two before she speaks. A heavy breath, one among many to fog the windows just that little bit more. 

“Hey.. hey,” there’s velvet in the husk of her voice, as she thinks about how many times she’ll have to scrub her skin raw, and yet she continues, reaching for the bottle with one hand as she shifts just enough for the brute with blue eyes to draw her into his lap, the cramped backseat nothing that he clearly hasn’t maneuvered before. She draws the bottle to her lips, careful enough that the clear liquid slips through the gap without her ever really touching the rim of the bottle. Isla leans in, a hand pressed to his chest as she looks between the two. The tilt of her head portraying the same beautiful woman she’d become accustomed to being seen as, “How do you know Yvonne Rutherford’s address?”

Silence.

Something in her eyes changes. A flicker in the warmth of the fire burning. Once one of muted desire, turned to a raging inferno as realization dawned on them.

“It’ll be easy. She’s like an outlier of the family.. Nobody is paying her any fucking attention right now and I’ve been staking the place for weeks now.” “You’re insane.” Pause. “Wait till the boy’s find out we kidnapped and put Yvonne Rutherford six fucking feet under.”

The bottle she held already cracked; a detail she’d noted hours before and intended to get rid of before conversation had crept in like a little voice in her head, met the back of the center console with a deft shatter of glass, and everything within the confines of the car exploded. Isla’s hand still curled around the neck of the bottle as she drove the jagged edge into his gut, once... twice.... in the same breath that a hand curls around her neck and drags her to the other side of the backseat.

Her head connects with the window, tinnitus rupturing within her head as everything spins and she searches in the dark for clarity. It doesn’t matter where it is. All she knows is anger - anger and pure hatred. The air in her lungs rushing out as a fist buries itself somewhere in the pit of her stomach. Like hell - the blonde knew who she was, what she was; and among the monsters that reigned above her, Isla Hunt wasn’t one to be underestimated. She’d lost the bottle, and it rolled away beneath one of the chairs; but she didn’t need it. The shard she now gripped as she doubled over cut deeply into the palm of her hand, her own blood the same sacrifice she’d make over and over for the Rutherfords after they picked her up and gave her something to wield. They’d lost enough. Stars splinter her vision, and she feels the skin at her brow split, blood slipping to stain usually piercing eyes with a certain horror that she’d fight to see through. Instinctively, her hand flies up to protect her face and instead collides with a target she hadn’t been aiming for. Glass slices through flesh and she knows it’s a scar he’ll either wear for the rest of his life, or one that will never get a chance to heal. His scream ripples through the air and she knows it pierces the night beyond the cars cabin. “You fucking bitch, my eye..” His eye indeed. It hangs limp from his socket and the gnarly open wound a crevice of flesh and blood that she knows belongs to her now. Isla heaves a breath as he slows, perhaps conceding some kind of defeat. The other, slumped in his seat growing paler by the minute hadn’t served an ounce of fight since she carved open his gut. 

She feels a moment of relief slither into the tension in her back, but disappointment soon follows. All that bravado for fuck all. The blonde spits, a mix of blood and saliva and wipes at her mouth, crimson highlighting the white of her teeth even more than usual. “Fucking pigs.” It’s muttered beneath her breath, stained blonde hair catching against the drivers side headrest as she leans back to catch another breath; a mistake that she deeply regrets as she her side lights up, white hot with pain and the sound of a bullet fires off.  It’s deafening and whatever ringing she might have heard in her ears before hand was nothing compared to this. The hole the bullet had carved through the roof of the car only inches from the side of her head; a near miss. Unlike the shard of glass now broken off just beneath her ribs. The blonde gasps and finds she can’t draw a big enough breath, and where defeat might have come swiftly, it only surged her anger to boil over. “And here I was, considering leaving you alive to play messenger boy.” But with one heavy swing, the already bloodied glass buried itself in his neck. The blonde slumps back in his seat, and she watches quietly, as he drowns in his own blood and meets whatever devil hell sent for him. “The Rutherford’s send their fucking regards.”

—------------------ It’s with great effort that Isla pulls herself over the center console and into the front seat. She digs through the glove box, quick to snatch up the phone that definitely doesn’t belong to her - knocking an array of photographs to the floor in the process, only to dial her own number long enough to find her purse. Tucked away beneath the passenger seat, blood smears the leather, dark until it dries and becomes a piece of the upholstery, and true to the women’s ability to multitask, she flips over the photographs as she digs it free.

“I need your help. Venue. x.” 

She texts, hues flickering over each snapshot of Yvonne coming and going from her home in London. She doesn’t care what the time is; Isla knows Ayaz will be there.

And while she waits, she flips the vanity mirror down, drawing the edge of a shaky pinky finger around the edge of her lip, her opposing thumb pressing down on the trigger of her lighter, watching as it caught light in the dark of her resurgence. She would always be more than just a pretty face, but a pretty face didn’t hurt.

[ziskandra]

*cackles* 7, 10, 11, 13, and 24

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them? hate is probably too strong a word but i've developed a knee-jerk reaction to fellow anders fans over the years because of the subset that truly seem to think he can do no wrong and that all of his actions were entirely justified and had no negative consequences for anybody in kirkwall other than the templars. on one hand, i kinda get it, because i know anders fans have also gotten a lot of flack because... this fandom is incapable of being normal. on the other, i have a knee-jerk reaction towards anyone who assumes everyone plays these sort of games the exact same way as them (or indeed, the same way each time). i totally respect people doing whatever they want in their games and in their fanworks, but it's when it comes out in harassment of others or making bad faith assumptions about the character of actual living human beings that i'm like. no thank you. obviously there are fans of other characters who also engage in this behaviour, anders is just the one where my negative fandom experiences outweigh the positive ones, personally.

oh also, while i'm being salty (the name of the game i SUPPOSE), i fucking love f!handers but m!handers leaves me cold (especially in canon-verse fic, i don't mind it as much in like, modern AUs and the like?) idk i feel like them being the same gender changes their dynamic in a way i can't articulate--probably that hawke being female shifts the power dynamics a bit and. yeah. 10. worst part of fanon

again, 'worst' is probably a harsh word, but when it comes to pervasive fanon that i personally just don't like, it has to be visibly mixed-race alistair. i don't mind it as much when his ears have like, a subtle point to them or whatever, but speaking personally as someone who is visibly mixed, to the point that i have fielded complete strangers asking "what are you" on regular occasions, alistair's narrative would be. quite different if he wasn't human-passing. and while i get that some mixed-race people find solace in making their blorbos more representative of who they are and their identities not causing any issues, it leaves me cold. and again, i don't care what other people do, but it's when some people act like fellow fans who dare depict alistair as he appears in canon are being racist or what have you that i get annoyed. like, yeah, dragon age fandom does have problems with race, but like... this is imo not one of them, and it detracts from like. bringing awareness to actual issues. yeah yeah people can care about multiple things at once, but by the same token, people can only care about so many things at once, yknow? also this fandom in particular has a real problem with treating poc like we're all a monolith, and that includes both white people and poc. i find it especially frustrating that the dominant discourse centers north american race politics the most, but god forbid anyone try to address that directly .... but that's a rant for another time lmao. 11. number of fandom-related words you've filtered i have about 16 fandoms i'm not in filtered mostly bc they just turn up on my dash a lot, and a handful of characters/ships filtered for fandoms i am in! the one that has been consistently filtered the longest is reyes vidal. 13. worst blorbofication

oooh, this one i think is a toss up between alistair and varric. as someone who loves both these characters more for their flaws rather than their virtues, fandom can be. a difficult time! alistair often gets reduced to this...perfect prince charming, which i think is kind of disappointing considering there is so many different ways for his story to develop depending on the the outcomes of origins? varric, otoh, gets reduced to hawke's bestie a lot. and look. i get it. he is hawke's bestie. he is. very uncritical of hawke, which is not as much of a problem if hawke's a good person but. what if they're not? what if they're not, varric. god, what i would give for like. a fucking complicated characterisation-rich fic which explored like. hawke and varric's friendship and how they're like. codependent messes. (and i say this as someone who loves codependent messes lol). and i guess like.... everyone treats varric being viscount as a meme. and yeah, i get it, the dude is everything everywhere all at once. but i'd really love to see more content focused on like... his relationship with kirkwall, and his feelings regarding his friends and becoming viscount and yeah. anyway!! being a blorbo of mine is the worst because i enjoy pain and suffering. anyway, 24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

mage rights and also the chantry boom. i don't think i even have to elaborate on this do it 😭 🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

[erin-trees]

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• Pronouns: She/Her

• Age: 17 (Dont be fucking weird about it)

• Gender: Female

• Ethnicity: Mexican/American

• Disabilities: ADD! But sometimes I do get very hyper if I am really excited and happy

• Favorite color: ALL OF THEM!!! But if I had to pick one it would be green 💚

• Interests: Singing, listening to music, all kinds of music (rap being my least favorite, sorry!), plants and mushrooms, crystals, spiritual shit, drawing, video games, watching movies and cartoons, myths and legends, reading comics, rollerblading, skateboarding, ice skating, and swimming! (Will update if I missed anything 🤔)

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Heyo, my name’s Acacia and I’m a ‼️MINOR‼️this is a ROTTMNT oc rp account! I prefer to keep my main account and rp account separate so if you want to talk to me about things other than the rp I’m in then please speak to me on my main account. Also there will be times where I cannot rp so either I will post whenever I can’t and when I’m back on and those posts will have the title: [OOC post], you’ll know when you see it, or just not respond until I’m not busy. Thank you for listening ❤️

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[ashenlavellan]

Details about my Mass Effect Characters

Mass Effect: Andromeda - Lorelei is: [Lorelei Amalie Ryder]

Aries Sun // Taurus Moon // Sagittarius Rising

MBTI: INTP ("The Thinker" - quick to notice discrepancies and observant of people around them)

She represents/is diagnosed with Type II Bipolar Disorder and PTSD. (Don't worry - it isn't bs about it! I'm diagnosed with both of these disorders)

Not a fan about labels - she is a bisexual woman!

Her LI is the one and only, shady bastard himself - Reyes Vidal. They're exclusively together.

Mass Effect: Trilogy - Bellatrix is: [Bellatrix Deirdre Shepard]

Pisces Sun // Capricorn Moon // Aquarius Rising

MBTI: INTJ ("The Architect" - imaginative yet can be quite strategic of situations and scenarios)

She represents/is diagnosed with PTSD and severe depression. (again, these are both things that I've personally been diagnosed with.)

Doesn't care about labels - she is a pansexual woman!

Her LI is the sweetheart himself, who quickly won her heart - Kaidan Alenko. They complete each other.

(Thank you for reading about the details of my custom ME characters - hopefully I finish these projects before I move on towards Dragon Age! :D)

[grislyintentions]

Sam was not one to be gentle, he along with his pilot were a born for war. They were made to be weapons yet being with these humans has made the duo understand that they were more then that. Said moment was highlighted by seeing kafka resting in their temporary base. He knew that kafka's lack of fear made her push limits that normal humans didn't have and for once he was grateful to learn first aid with his pilot. Grateful that he installed a Vidal scanner that allowed him to take notice at the injures his human companions tended to ignore.

" I have said it before, you play with your food to much. Your lucky she was resting or you would be receiving a lecture about your well being "

"Aw, Sam. Don't be like that. It's just a scratch, I'll be fine." There is something decidedly unrepentant in the way she smiles at him despite knowing there is truth behind his words. To her credit, Kafka is careful not to tear the stitching he'd made to close up the gash upon her abdomen when she shifts to sling both her arms around the other stellaron hunter in a loose hug that is a little too conspiratorial to be casual.

"Firefly doesn't have to know about my silly little slip up. It'll be our secret, okay?"

@doloniadiegesis

[lamprophonia]

》 [ yandere!Heir. ] 《

character intro. masterlist.

yan!heir x gn!reader: yandere alphabet. 3054 words. reader referred to as 'you'. cw for general yandere behavior — manipulation, abduction, etc.

DO NOT USE OR REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE.

☆ A IS FOR AFFECTION. how do they show their love and affection? how intense would it get?

leon is a pretty affectionate person, both as a friend and as a partner. he has money, and his main way of showing his affection is spending it on you. use his stuff, hang out at his place, come on trips with him, hell, just ask him for gifts; he'll do all of it and some more, because why should you only have one colorway? you deserve all of them, frankly.

it only gets more intense if the two of you actually get together. what's the point of having a partner if he can't spend daddy's money on them? this is when it goes past the point of 'you deserve more'.

you're getting more, whether you asked for it or not. every deluxe edition, every option, whatever. at this point, asking which one you want is formality; he's getting all of them and flowers on top. 'just because' gifts were already a thing when he was just your friend; now he has an excuse to gift you things constantly.

☆ B IS FOR BLOOD. how messy are they willing to get for their darling?

leon doesn't mind getting messy, not at all. he's been fixing 'problems' in your relationship for ages, after all; he doesn't care. he likes to avoid any bloodshed, and usually he's able to — bribery, manipulation, and gossip work just fine. it's not like he wants to do it, but it's for your own good, he thinks.

he knows best, after all.

if leon ever needs to kill someone — some particularly persistent pest getting in his way — he's willing to do so and has more than enough resources to get away with it. he'd still rather not get his own hands dirty; paying someone off would be the ideal way to take care of things.

even if he fucks something up — trusts the wrong person or fails to find anyone and has to do his own dirty work, it's not like his family would ever let the vidal heir go to jail.

☆ C IS FOR CRUELTY. how would they treat their darling once abducted? would they mock them?

ideally, leon would never have to abudct you; he'd be trying to get you to move in with him. he has the space, has the money, and you've known him for ages, so why not, right?

if he does have to abduct you, he won't be happy about it. he will do it with a mildly exasperated reluctance. can't you see he's just looking out for you? you can be so stupid sometimes. even then, he would never hurt or mock you; you'd be treated well, he has to keep up the idea that he's just doing what's best for you.

you'd get a room, good food, maybe even allowed to leave, with his supervision. just never permanently.

☆ D IS FOR DARLING. aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

again, he'd probably not be super into the idea of abducting his darling; generally, forcing anything on you is not what leon wants. he would never disrespect consent, though, even if he's a manipulative bastard.

☆ E IS FOR EXPOSED. how much of their heart do they bare to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

leon, since you two are childhood best friends, would be a pretty emotionally open person. hell, he would use that fact to his advantage if it comes to manipulating and guilt tripping you; you can't leave, that'd be cruel — you're the only real friend he has.

he wouldn't be willing to be open about the most unsavory things he does for you, though. once you get into a relationship, he'll admit he's had feelings for you for a while, but as far as he'll tell you, that's all there was to it. no bribery, no violence, no gaslighting or manipulation; what, are you crazy? he wouldn't hurt a fly.

☆ F IS FOR FIGHT. how would they feel if their darling fought back?

leon treats any resistance to his actions or suggestions as an unfortunate decision on your part. he loves you, but sometimes make such stupid choices. why can't you just see things his way?

oh well. he'll give a sigh and an eyeroll about it and pretend to give up. you don't wanna break up with your new partner just because leon thinks they're bad news? fine, it's your life. just don't be surprised if said significant other turns out to be a cheater, a liar, a horrible person, or just straight-up ghosts you out of nowhere a few weeks later.

don't worry, leon will be there to comfort you. he won't even say 'i told you so'. how gracious.

☆ G IS FOR GAME. is this a game to them? how much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

again, leon just thinks of any resistance as... bad decision-making on your part. a small, mildly annoying quirk of your personality, if anything. he might see it as amusing, at times, but his amusement is short-lived and usually turns into quiet exasperation.

☆ H IS FOR HELL. what would be their darling's worst experience with them?

probably the dependence that leon will be trying his best to instill within the relationship. you want to leave? fine, darling, go on. see how great things are without him.

have fun without the financial support, him paying for anything you asked — and sometimes didn't ask — for. bet it's a good time when all of your other friends start to mysteriously cut you off, while professors and bosses suddenly become much less lenient than before with no explanation.

it's alright, though. leon will be waiting with open arms for when you eventually come crawling back, ready to hold you close all over again. he never wanted it to come to this, all the bribery completely isolating you took; but it was worth it, getting to click his tongue and croon at you soothingly.

it's not your fault, after all, he knows that sometimes you just... get irrational. it's okay, he's still here for you. he knows you need him. and now, you know that too, don't you?

☆ I IS FOR IDEALS. what kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

leon, at the core of his obsession, wants to be the most important person in your life, as you are in his. he's content with a platonic relationship, even as you two grow — although, that doesn't mean he's content with any potential spouse of yours taking that number one spot from him.

romantically, leon definitely would want the two of you married at some point. he's patient, and he'll wait, but he really does want to provide for you, give you the life that you deserve. being the sole breadwinner in a stereotypical, white picket fence family doesn't sound too bad for him, but he's flexible and willing to adjust to your wants and needs. the only thing he's dead set on is you with a ring on your finger.

platonic or romantic, either way, leon wants you to be dependent on him, as mentioned; he's ready to pay your rent, tuition, bills, whatever. hell, come live with him — he'll be ecstatic. he wants to prove that you don't, and never will, need anyone other than him.

☆ J IS FOR JEALOUSY. do they get jealous? do they lash out or find a way to cope?

leon's default state towards any of your other friends is either jealousy or mild amusement, depending on whether he considers them enough of a threat.

the non-threatening ones he treats with a small, patronizing smile; you and your little friends. he's willing to let you indulge like that; after all, he knows random acquaintances, and classmates or coworkers won't ever compare to him. it's almost endearing to look at for him — you, the picture of perfection, mingling with people he perceives as nothing but worms beneath your feet.

the problem starts when those worms become pests, actually growing close enough with you to become a threat. this is where leon's jealous side shines, sparkles, and glows — he despises the idea that anyone even thinks they're good enough for you to be that close with. that's for him, and him only.

i don't know whether you'd consider systematically removing them from your life via means of manipulation and bribery to be lashing out or a coping mechanism; but that's what leon does, and he certainly doesn't shy away from it.

☆ K IS FOR KISSES. how do they act around or with their darling?

shameless favoritism. you're the favorite of all of his friends, and he doesn't hesitate to show that fact to you and everyone else around. adores spoiling you, both within a platonic and romantic relationship.

he wants everyone to see how great, how amazing, how perfect you are; and how he's the only one who gets to be this close to you. shows you off as the guest of honor, the person of the hour, the love of his life, always with a hand on your shoulder, around your waist, keeping you close somehow.

all of this helps, of course, with leon's more manipulative tendencies. don't you see how great he is to you? how great he is for you? he's happy to pull some strings and use his family's resources and connections to help you break into whatever industry you choose, to get you the best possible opportunities and anything else you need.

just as long as you stay by his side, leon will keep doing what he loves to do: treating you the way you deserve to be treated.

☆ L IS FOR LOVE LETTERS. how would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

leon's method of 'courting' is slowly but surely making you fall in love with him, making you believe that he is the best choice available. his ideal scenario would be you confessing to him, not the other way around; but if he can't make that happen, he'll simply wait until he's sure you'll say yes, at which point he will do so very casually. he's a patient man.

after that point, all of his usual 'friendly' behavior just ramps up in intensity. if you thought he was spoiling you before, get ready; you haven't seen anything yet. 'just because' gifts go from something he does maybe three or four times a year to a twice-a-month occurrence, flowers, if you're into those — this is his time to shine, to show you that he knows you best. that he is the best choice there ever was.

if you don't ever confess, or he reads the moment wrong and you do end up saying no, he will be very nonchalant about it. he's fine with staying as your best friend, his obsession was set in stone long before he developed romantic feelings for you; you'll just have to bear in mind the fact he still expects to be the number one person in your life, whether you end up getting a spouse or not.

☆ M IS FOR MASK. are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

yes.

leon externally is a confident, popular, overall upstanding guy. bit arrogant, maybe a bit spoiled, too, at times, sure, but hey, he's only human. he's known as a social, fun guy who just enjoys throwing giant parties and blowing some cash on a fun weekend. nothing wrong with that, right?

internally, leon is so, so much more egotistical than anyone could ever suspect. he has some kind of god complex, seeing people as just inherently beneath him. rich kid syndrome hit him hard, except he also has enough social awareness to realize letting others know he sees them as worms or pests is not exactly a great idea.

the only person exempt from this way of being perceived by him is you, of course — you're the only person he considers his equal; unfortunately, that leads to his obsession, thinking no one else is good enough for you.

☆ N IS FOR NAUGHTY. how would they punish their darling?

leon is never super keen on doing anything unkind to you, but he will do it, however reluctantly. it's for your own good, he decides whenever he is faced with the unfortunate necessity of manipulating you to keep you by his side.

the only outright punishment he would ever dull out is withdrawal; he wants you to need him, to lean on him for support, and if you try to leave, he won't hesitate to pull the rug out from under you, to show you just how good he makes life for you.

☆ O IS FOR OPPRESSION. how many rights would they take away from their darling?

ideally, none. he doesn't want to do anything to hurt or restrict you. he already doesn't like manipulating you, even though he's willing to do so guilt-free to anyone else. any rules leon wants to enforce with you, he is much more keen on doing so subtly; move in with him so you can leave that shitty job he knows you hate; and hey, since you're roommates now, obviously he wants to know what you're up to during the day. that's just, like, good manners.

☆ P IS FOR PATIENCE. how patient are they with their darling?

to a fault. leon has a near unlimited amount of patience for any 'misbehavior' before he does something drastic like abducting you. the only real punishment he is willing to give is cutting you off financially, as mentioned above; still, even that is only ever done with the intention of making you come back to him.

☆ Q IS FOR QUIT. if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

no.

if you manage to leave, there is nothing you could do to stop him from coming after you. he will keep going after you until the ends of the earth, trying to convince you to come back. he has practically unlimited resources and is absolutely willing to use them on you; whether that means spoiling you or never letting you out of his grasp.

i think this is genuinely the only scenario where leon might abduct his darling. if you actually manage to keep running for long enough, his patience will eventually wear thin until he just can't help himself but bring you back home.

permanently, this time.

let's hope you had your fun while you were away, because now, he is not leaving your side ever again.

now, death is a bit of a different story. it's not exactly something leon can throw money at until it fixes itself, which is his usual method of dealing with problems. this is the only situation in which he would be forced to move on; he would find others to fill that void that you left, but ultimately, they'd still never compare to you.

☆ R IS FOR REGRET. would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? would they ever let their darling go?

yes and no. leon doesn't ever want it to get to that point in the first place. it'll take a lot to get him to actually forcefully abduct you, and he will certainly feel bad about it. unfortunately, he has experience doing things he feels bad about for you, so brushing that guilt away with 'it's for their own good' is almost too easy.

he wouldn't let you go, though. if it actually gets bad enough to the point of having to abduct you, leon will not be leaving your side. consider yourselves cuffed together; hell, he might actually do just that. you're staying with him, darling — he will break you before he lets you go.

☆ S IS FOR STIGMA. what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

family and childhood. leon's family is not exactly the 'family of yanderes' trope you'd have in mind, he wasn't ever told about anything to do with his little lovesickness outright, but his parents definitely encourage it — they won't let him get in trouble, they will absolutely let him blow ridiculous amounts of cash on you, and generally be supportive of whatever drastic measures he decides he needs to take.

as for childhood, that's just when his obsession started, and it's been steadily growing ever since. because of that, there is no way in hell you will ever make leon see that any of his behaviors aren't normal: he just wants the best for his closest friend! isn't that how friendship is supposed to work?

☆ T IS FOR TEARS. how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

generally, his first reaction will just be to hug you and not let you go until you've calmed down. he's pretty strong, which helps if you're angry and not sad — especially at him, yikes. he wants to know what happened and take care of the issue for you, but he'll make sure you're not screaming and crying before he asks.

isolating yourself isn't really different. leon will find you if you're not showing up to your work, your classes, and not responding to him. he'll just waltz on over to your place and stay there for as long as he needs until you talk to him about what's wrong.

his reaction isn't really different if you're upset because of him or while 'in his care'. he will still try to calm you down via physical contact first, then talk; although this time it's less him asking what's wrong, and more trying to convince you that whatever he did, he was just looking out for you.

☆ U IS FOR UNIQUE. would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

leon is a pretty soft yandere, much more on the manipulative/delusional side. doesn't like to use brute force and will actively try to avoid doing so.

☆ V IS FOR VICE. what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

probably leon's guilt. if you play your cards right and look miserable enough once abducted, he might be forced to give into your demands. good luck with that, though; you'll still have to get through the near impenetrable wall of justifications for his behavior he's built up over the years, and that will not be an easy task.

☆ W IS FOR WIT'S END. would they ever hurt their darling?

no.

at least, not physically, i guess? if you haven't caught on yet, leon's a pretty manipulative person. still, he doesn't want to hurt your feelings until he deems it necessary.

☆ X IS FOR XOANON. how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over?

leon has a bit of a god complex, and you are the only person exempt from being seen as less than dirt beneath his feet. he sees you as an equal — which, in his case, means perfection personified.

leon will go as far as he needs in order to win you over, throwing gifts and lavish vacations at you and giving you enough affection to smother you and then some. he'd enjoy both a very willing darling as well as one that plays a bit hard to get — as long as you ultimately give in, he's willing to take on the challenge and try to find the perfect gifts to make you swoon.

☆ Y IS FOR YEARN. how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

depends on what you'd consider snapping.

if snapping means killing someone for his darling, he will probably try all of his other tricks first, but he considers murder just another part of his arsenal. all is fair in love and war, or some shit; whatever. if someone's particularly persistent with their attempts to take you from him, he won't hesitate.

if snapping means abduction, then he'll put it off as much as he can and will only do so as a last resort. he really hopes it will never come to having to force you to stay by his side. he'll do it, but with a heavy heart.

☆ Z IS FOR ZENITH. would they ever break their darling?

leon hopes you'll just play along with all of his advances, but ultimately, he might just have to break his darling down, no matter guilty he will feel and how he will have to justify it to himself. it's all for your own good, after all; he'll be there to pick up the pieces, to rebuild you. with you by his side, all will be right in the world again.

[sixty-silver-wishes]

"just the right bullets" is probably my favorite tom waits song, but one thing I love is seeing how different artists/actors deliver the line "why be a fool," because the tone of the song can shift so much there.

so for context, the song goes to waits' "the black rider" opera, and while waits' album of the same title has him performing most of the songs, and it's been covered by a few artists, in the opera, it's sung by pegleg, a mephistophelean devil figure who's trying to sell magic bullets to the protagonist, wilhelm. there's this excellent dissertation on the opera I read a while ago that breaks the song down into two parts of pegleg's "sales pitch"- the first verse is him pointing out how wilhelm needs the bullets because he's a bad hunter, and the second is him talking about how the bullets would improve wilhelm's life. the line "why be a fool" opens the second verse, and depending on how it's delivered, it can offer us different interpretations of pegleg's intentions or deception. here's waits' rendition of the song:

Tom Waits - "Just The Right Bullets" - YouTube

when waits sings it, the line is another part of the show. He puts a slight emphasis on the "f" in "fool, and stresses the "why." He's continuing the sales pitch in his characteristic growl, and while he's not exactly playing the character of pegleg here, you definitely get some sense of theatricality.

Here's Dominique Horwitz' version:

horwitz' pegleg evokes the mc from "cabaret" to me. He's flamboyant and showy, with a touch of darkness and menace. His delivery of the line is very different from waits, in that it's almost blunt. rather than emphasizing the benefits of the bullets like waits does, his delivery seems to suggest that wilhelm would be stupid to refuse the offer. while the rest of his performance is exaggerated, this line seems to be delivered in a more natural way, complete with a hand gesture suggesting that his sales pitch is the obvious solution to wilhelm's problems.

jordi vidal is probably my favorite pegleg. he's a force of chaos, smiling and making suggestive gestures, and he makes very literal and frequent hand motions throughout his performance, evoking a mime. there's a comedic bit in between verses, where he's about to continue singing, but wilhelm starts sneezing, so he has to awkwardly stand there and wait for him to finish. but immediately after, he continues his performance in the same manner as the first verse with a smile on his face. while this could also contribute to the comedy, it could also have a more sinister implication- that he's expressing he doesn't actually care about wilhelm, and just wants to keep going on with his sales pitch. (I would definitely recommend watching this video btw, as well as the other clips from this performance uploaded to vidal's youtube. he's such a great pegleg and is so fun to watch.)

I'm not sure who this performer is, but this version from the metropoltheatre muenchen is interesting, in part because of their pegleg's voice. they're very high pitched and androgynous, suggesting perhaps a tiny troublemaking imp, rather than the seductive devil figures of horwitz and vidal. their delivery of "why be a fool" (along with most of the second verse) is unique in that they sound angry. they deliver these lines staccato and quiet, with a slight tremble, and it's both comedic and menacing because their voice is so high. pegleg's not usually an angry character; the entire story is under his control and he's never actually challenged, so he doesn't have any reason to be. but hearing a bit of anger here makes us wonder what could happen if pegleg got angry, which gives this performance a bit of an edge.

here's marianne faithfull's version. I honestly don't like it as much because she does take some liberties with the lyrics here and there- not any to change the meaning of the song, but enough to bother me because every other version I've heard keeps waits' lyrics the same. but I do like how she delivers this line, because it sounds almost sweet and cloying, which is a take I haven't seen from other actors. it's still a continuation of the sales pitch, but it's not too flamboyant or seductive; it's sugary with a touch of menace. this definitely isn't my favorite version, but that is an interpretation I like.

[sonicjustbecause]

Finally I hear Shadow with Raffaeli's voice (Sonic Boom)

About Italian voices)

Daniele Raffaeli is one of my favorite Italian VA for Sonic, alongside Renato Novara. His Sonic is not as soft spoken as Novara's, but he got a really cute voice, Sonic truly sounds like a teen when dubbed by him. He also dubs Shadow.

What to say? The stile is different (more aggressive) but the voice still sounds youthful. I think it suits Shadow very well. Despite being ageless and immortal, Shadow is biologically a little more than a cub. If I give him a cat age, he should be like a one year old cat (I don't know how hedgehogs age). The voice is approved.

Originally Sonic and Shadow had very similar sounding voice, although the two VA were two different people. When Sonic talked softly with Ryan's voice, sometimes he just sounded like Shadow. The advantage in having two different VA is that each of them can focus on his character alone. For Sonic and Shadow who are virtually identical there is this exceptaction that they should also sound the same, so although you remember they have different speech pattern, you still hear a bit of Sonic in Shadow and a bit of Shadow in Sonic. This work better with two different VA with a similar voice since one can be fully Sonic and the other can be fully Shadow.

In Italy Vidale (Sonic X) made them talk the same. Raffaele (unconscious I think) , made Shadow sound a little bit like Sonic, just with slight more growl.

In Sonic Prime Sonic and Shadow got two different VA (the very same from videogames and movie), with vastly different voices.

Now about the character himself: Boom Shadow is the worst Shadow around. Is incredible that, depending from the media, the story or the single game, Shadow can be either one of the best (example: SA2) or absolutely the worst of all (example: Boom). But he is also ridiculed by those around him: 'He is so uncool, i was like him in the past and i was uncool!' things like that. He bears some resemblance with IDW Shadow also in term of intelligence, I wonder if he does not care or he just doesn't realize people around him sees him as a joke. That are the damages mandates do.

Shadow usually is quite melancholic. In some media more than others. Boom Shadow basically appears to be happy overall (he is always smiling if nobody is around), probably victim of his own ego, but he is also unlikeable. He thinks to be almighty and treat the others as lesser being.