#a stoic character getting tormented

[comasuart]

THE GRAY MAN (2022)

Begging someone to write a proper good whump fic with Six and Lloyd, a nsfw one

c’mon they are such a good pairing especially for some tortured whump ff, with Lloyd’s pet names and sadistic tendencies and Six’s praise kink

just a suggestion 🗣️

[comradekatara]

most fandoms are prone to reducing characters to consumable archetypes for the purposes or comedy (or shipping). but what’s amazing to me is that the atla fandom somehow not only reduces characters into stock tropes, but somehow manages to whittle them down into their exact opposites. aang’s whole deal is that he is a wise and prodigious monk who very deliberately represses the depth of his grief so as not to be crushed under the weight of it, and so naturally he is reduced into an oblivious, blissfully happy child. katara’s whole deal is that she yearns for joy and adventure and often reacts to situations before she’s thought through the consequences, so naturally she’s reduced to the overly-serious, sensible voice of reason. sokka’s whole deal is that he’s a miserable hater who’s way too smart for his own good and thus overthinks himself into a hole at every turn, so naturally he’s reduced to a wacky goofy idiot with no tact and no brain. toph’s whole deal is that she’s uniquely thoughtful and perceptive and waits and listens before acting, so naturally she’s reduced to an impulsive chaotic gremlin with all the emotional maturity of a sea cucumber. zuko’s whole deal is that he can’t read a room, has no filter, and loves to monologue, so naturally he’s reduced to a brooding stoic. iroh’s whole deal is that he is tormented by the sins of his past at all times, so naturally he’s reduced to everybody’s favorite perfect and unimpeachable old man. azula’s whole deal is that her undying loyalty and obedience to an egomaniac shall be her undoing, so naturally she’s reduced to a selfish and hysterical woman who just does whatever the fuck she wants because she’s ontologically evil i guess. ty lee’s whole deal is that she is constantly performing, so naturally people always just take her at face value. i could go on. but i think you get my point.

[azulsluver]

I'm assuming this was already talked about/mentioned in your posts but I do kinda wonder how awful it would be for reader during holidays and general breaks from school (bully au). Like- They would either be COMPLETELY isolated since they can't technically go home since this ain't even their world and everyone hates them, or they would have to deal with their bullies every. Single. Day. Which is hilarious to me because I can see at least some of them staying even though they were supposed to go home and rest and enjoy their break from school, so prefect just asks "Why are you even here tormenting me bro?! Don't you have a family" and the bullies have to come up with excuses to save their egos

I sometimes do go in depth detail on where reader lives within twisted wonderland because I tend to stray near canon lore. Options are that they completely have ramshackle as their home or Crowley in the kindness of his heart buys a place for them within the island (it’s close to the school just in the woods hidden deep)

tw: yandere, bully!characters, mentions of bruises/blood and vomit, force feeding/throwing up, unhealthy relationships, stalking.

(College setting)- there are other students that are staying during breaks but let’s be real no one’s gonna help you

The only major holiday that has the NRC students leaving was winter break, spring and summer. Here’s my take on each. Not proof read btw!

Winter: Azul, Jade And Floyd

No surprise to canon, but their excuse to stay during break is nightmare fuel for you. You can’t run away because that only peruse Floyd and Jade to chase you down. Azul pretends to not see the abuse you’re going through. In fact he feels less occupied when the twins set their eyes on you. There is no best scenario because you should be used to Floyd coming into your room at random times.

Quote on quote, “best break ever” is exaggerated greatly whenever Floyd gets his hands on you. You’re wheezing like a dying fish as he asks you if you’re ok. Knowing it’ll piss you off but you’re on the verge of death so it pisses you off even more.

I think staying with Floyd is the better option but it REALLY depends, Jade gets a little quirky at night. Waking up on a table and strapped as he gives you shot after shit of who knows what into your system. Pretty unhinged as it’s in the dead of night and it’s freezing cold. More stoic when performing these things. Jade never gets the chance or time to do this to you so that’s off his bucket list.

Azul stuffs himself in his room all day. Only going out for a jog as he looks the other way as you’re being dragged off while clawing on the floor. It’s too early for that okz. But he’s gonna tire from your screaming and crying so he grudgingly let’s you stay in his room whenever the twins are out to hunt you down.

That’s only if you are being too much of a nuisance to him^^

Because you’re involved in the subject of his problems he gets more snappy with the twins when they try to barge into his room. Lecturing them and often times loudly making deals to lend you to them because you’re so much work. He doesn’t tho. Like a father who never wanted a dog, he tends to your needs with a sneer and turn. Does this mean you’re staying in his room the whole break? Yes. Can you try to leave? Yes. Will Azul call you ungrateful and manipulate you that the twins will bother you again. Yes.

Slumber party!!! Floyd’s idea btw. Victim of every losers downfall, getting slapped and punched whenever Floyd loses a board game. Hands nearly breaking because Jade is too cool to show anger so he takes it out on you as a joke. Azul winning said games.

Floyd WILL suffocate you in your sleep on purpose. Slumber parties with him are never a good idea because any chance to scare you he takes it. Going to the bathroom? What a coincidence he’s awake and on the side of the wall behind the door you’re leaving. Waking up? He’s staring deep into your soul just so you can cry and roll away.

Wanna talk about you staying in Azul’s room because he lets you sleep on his bed (wow omg luxury bed knocked out ZZZzzz) because he’s doing work on his desk. Often times you wake up to him sleeping on his desk. Give it a week in the break and he’s all over you. His arms in a crushing grip as he holds you in sleep, you feel like it’s forbidden to move because you’re scared he might squeeze harder than Floyd.

This only happened ONCE. Sleeps on the floor and makes dumb excuses like “humans have such odd body temperature it was like an instinct to cuddle something cold.” Or “I hold things a lot when I’m in my merform this is nothing personal.”

Spring: Ace, Epel, Ruggie

Ace and Epel straight up tell you they’re here to have a great spring break together. By that they mean messing with you. These assholes start off slow, egging your dorm, blasting loud music. Anything to get your fatigue up, that way you can start messing things up on accident when it was all purposely set.

The duo are relentlessly pursuing their harassment from day to night, until in a couple of days within the break do things stop. It’s terrifying, walking on eggshells at how they ignore you during walks, opening the door for you, heck even Epel left a basket of apples on your front door. It’s leaving you paranoid and they know it, with their innocent going smiles and tilted heads. You wish you had some form of power to get those two without getting 2v1.

Alright this is where Ruggie comes in the picture. He’s there not by choice, instead paid by Leona to watch over you since Ace has a big mouth about his plans with you.

Ruggie randomly shows up in your dorm. He’s not doing much except making sure you’re eating and not brutally beaten near death. But you can find him grudgingly cleaning the place out of boredom, catching him dusting off shelves after your success in escaping the two. He threatens you out of embarrassment to not think much of it…he just thinks you’re really dirty to leave in such an unkept place.

He does at time chase Ace and Epel off, they don’t seem to bother you much when you’re with him. So you took this to advantage to stick to him like candy. You’ve only had this type of protection with Jack, on the other hand was much more comfortable to hang around with besides the deadpan stares.

Your safe haven can only be kept for so long, once money is involved. Ruggie is counting the wad of cash by the side as the two nudge your head with their foot. Ace blames you for making the last three days of their break boring, you should’ve known better than to run off when things were getting good. Didn’t you know good pal Epel prepared some fine treats for you? (Don’t eat them).

It’s no use crying for help, Ruggie can only shrug his shoulders and tell the two not to kill you before walking away. Your last bits of hope destroyed as Epel smacks the back of your head a couple of times, saying you must be brain dead so they’ll help you out. You’re really starting to miss Jack, as apple slices are being shoved into your mouth, Ace repeatedly thrusting three fingers down your throat to making you vomit. You’re delirious when hung upside down from a tree, the two taking turns hitting you blindfolded with a bat, luckily it’s wooden but the pain still blows.

You’ll be ruffled up with a pat in the head as Ace blows smoke in your face, telling you that you did good. Epel is more enthusiastic after all that, pinching at your blood socked nose to stop the bleeding. The two are joyous and leave by throwing a couple of dollars your way. Just looking at it makes you sick as you sob on the floor, seeing Ruggies shoes.

Sobbing on the way home with Ruggie by your side, staring off into the distance whilst ignoring your loud wails. You know it annoys him but he doesn’t say anything until the door closes, he’s lazily patching up your open wounds and dabbing them with a clean cloth. Giving you medicine—if you refuse to take them he will force you. You can only conceal your sniffles by rubbing your eyes and blowing your nose with tissue. Ruggie has his back turned as he tells you to do better. If you keep it up you’ll die sooner or later at this rate. So take it as a lesson to build character.

You can’t help but agree, maybe it was the medicine taking place. But you gruffly settle down with him, he’s sitting besides you with a empty look on his face. You cant tell why he’s staring at your beaten body like some interesting figure but you preferred it like this. Dropping your head on his shoulder as you rest, because you know he’s gonna let it happen all over again.

Might as well take his advice.

Summer: Sebek, Silver, Malleus, Lilia

This was all Malleus. His idea 100%. He’d rather not spend his break staying in his enclosure with running maids and fearing fae. Instead he’d prefer is the one fearing was coming from you. And since Malleus had decided to spend his break by bothering you Silver and Sebek have no choice but to come along.

Sebek is absolutely furious once he finds out the reason Malleus wanted to stay in campus was to see you. You! Out of everyone!!! There are times where Malleus must leave campus to attend his princely duties, leaving Sebek having the opportunity to get his hands on you. By that he’s choking the shit outta you until you’re blue. He doesn’t wanna be here with YOU, now he’s stuck babysitting you. Thankfully Silver is there to prevent Sebek from successfully killing you.

You cling onto Silver like he’s your last hope. He can only do so much when Sebek is frothing at the mouth because he has the “audacity” to step in the punishments that are so rightfully placed on you. Like come on man what would Malleus think?

Malleus is into it. Tells Silver that if you ever step out of line it’s only right for him to put you back in place, physically. Silver can only stand back with a frown, not too much to displease Malleus.

Lilia comes in later, he’s wondering where his sons went. He comes at a weird timing, you’re being examined because Malleus is interested in all the marks you’ve received. It’s amazing how you’re still alive, with a kind of your own as well. Lilia won’t do much rather than spectate Malleus’s adventures with you, rather than indulging in his desires he stands by the side to make sure Malleus nor Sebek won’t go too far. They may not listen to Silver but they certainly will to him.

If you want to be left COMPLETELY alone it can only be at night with curtains over your windows. Forbid the many times you’ve shit your pants in the middle of the night to see Malleus looming over your window. Be it sleeping or walking to the kitchen he’s dead staring. For some good reason he doesn’t throw much of a fit when you use the curtains to hide from his prying eyes.

You might think Lilia is off the hook of finally leaving you alone then you’re dead wrong! Standing by the side, yea more like giving more advice to Malleus and Sebek on how to properly punish you. Back in his days punishments were something else, since you’re human they gotta go on the low. So if Lilia felt like it he can just tell them some unique and grotesque ways to get you drooling and screaming like some pig.

Silver will be there after they’re done, being told to get you cleaned up and ready for the next trick. You really don’t wanna know, but you’re silent during your healing process, he feels bad yet doesn’t voice his opinions on it.

Oh and they almost carved a sick tattoo of dragon wings on your back but Sebek suggested that he use his sword to do it and you passed out from the thought. Not your first rodeo but you know damn well none of them will be putting you on meds during the whole thing.

[kodaiki]

꒰ 12:17 A.M. ꒱ ❛ drunk!aomine daiki x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊 at your phone screen, adjusting to the light coming of it in your dark bedroom, swiping the answer phone button. when you receive a drawled, “hey dummy,” whatever tiredness you were feeling moments prior is suddenly gone.

immediately, you can tell the man on the other end not sober. you smile at your friend’s deep tone. “hey stupid,” you greet back in amusement. “you still out with the guys?”

at your question, aomine seems to grumble under his breath, making laughter bubble in your throat.

“that bad, hm?”

“nah, nah.” in between his word’s there’s a slight muffle, probably from him rubbing a hand over his face. “we had a lot and half o’ them are annoying drunk. so i escaped.”

“escaped? where to? the bar’s bathroom?”

“no,” aomine answers your teasing tone with a clipped remark. “i’m in the back by the pool tables.” there’s a pause before a thoughtful, “you suck at pool.”

you nod grimly, though he can’t see. “always an honest one. you can’t just once sugar coat an answer?”

“sugar coating is for loser, loser.”

nice to know he’s still just as insulting while under the influence. still, you smile at his words.

“alright well, the boy’s’ll be searching for you soon,” you say, recalling kise’s character and guessing he was a few minutes away from gathering an aominecchi search party. “thanks for the check in. get home safe, okay?”

“wait, don’t hang up so soon,” aomine grunts and you can just imagine the deep(er) furrow of his brows as his mouth lifts into a frown. “still wanna talk to you.”

“i am your most interesting friend albeit a dummy, aren’t I?” you ask, confident sigh leaving your lips. a yawn escapes you as you switch on the bedside lamp next to you, further squinting at the sudden contrast of light. he doesn’t answer your question, and if it weren’t for the buzzing background noise of the bar across the line, you’d think he hung up. “aomine-?”

“don’t make me say it.”

“say it-say what?” you ask, straightening yourself in bed, sitting up as your furrow your eyebrows together in confusion.

he groans like a child, tormented by the fact that you can’t simply read his mind from miles away and through a phone. after another (excruciatingly long) pause, he murmurs, “‘miss you,” before adding an idiot to lighten his pouting tone.

your concerned frown melts into a pout-like smile, and your heart skips a beat, warmth filling your chest.

“yeah, big guy?” you muse, feeling your cheeks warm. you’re well aware the usually frowning and stoic man would say no such thing sober so you’re grasping at whatever you can get. “even though i saw you …” you trail off, checking the time. “four hours ago?” it was just a few hours ago when you were practically shoving your friend out the door, chastising him for not wanting to meet up with former friends, claiming that he'd have a better time watching reruns of those dumb romcom-shows you love watching.

“mm,” he hums in agreement blearily, like he’s about to pass out. he must’ve had enough to feel a headache, you assume, brows knitting together again. “miss your face — your stupid smile.”

you smile lightly at that, even gnawing your lip to stop from grinning so wide your cheeks would hurt. you don’t think the man has any clue what sort of effect he has on you; and you think that’s a blessing.

“and i miss that grumpy face of yours,” you answer earnestly, seizing his drunken state to allow your deepest thoughts surface. even though what he says may be a stretch and solely the alcohol speaking, your words are true.

“‘s not grumpy all the time,” he slurs. “i smile ‘round ‘ya.”

you didn’t think aomine daiki could’ve actually put you into cardiac arrest but here he was doing just that.

“you’re the sweetest drunk, ain’t ya?” you sigh, struggling with the fact that said smooth, adorable and sweet man was out and about in a bar and not saying those words to your face. come to think of it, would he? "one minute you're telling me i suck at pool and the next you miss me."

“not drunk,” he quickly denies but you catch his lie.

“totally not,” you follow along sarcastically, peering down at your nails. “so i don’t need to cure your hangover in the morning then? that’s sounds great because i was thinking of going on a morning jog-“

“no no, fine ... i’m drunk,” he admits sheepishly and you can imagine the eye roll he does after. “can the hangover cure move up to tonight though? i don’t think i can walk straight.”

“geez, how much did you drink?”

“enough.”

“do you need me to call a cab for you? or pick you up? you sound pretty out of it already.”

“i’ll leave when the rest leave and it’ll probably be in less than thirty minutes given kise’s state.” from the last party you’ve attended with all of aomine’s former teammates, you’ve witnessed the bulk of them with some alcohol in their systems. and kise drunk? well … he’s a crier. “i’ll split some cab fare with one of ‘em.”

“alright, don’t think i’m staying awake waiting for you to show at 2am, though,” you scold through the phone, hoping your friend gets the serious tone through the other side.

he chuckles warmly. “i don’t have to think. i know you would.”

damn him.

“i’m hanging up now.”

“sure y’are,” aomine drawls out. the longer he’s on the phone with you, it seems the more drunk he gets, words slurring together near the point you have to ask him to repeat himself. “i’ll see you soon, dummy.”

aomine keeps his promise that he would’ve been out of the bar in less than half an hour because forty minutes later there’s a knock at your apartment door. quickly stripping your bed's comforter off your body, you jump out and slide on some slippers, swiftly padding toward your front door.

“y/n,” he greets slowly when you open the door, tired smile on his face. “ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

“alright sweet talker,” you huff, pulling his arm into the apartment which his feet follow stumbling inside. your head’s busy facing the floor so he can’t see the flush of your cheeks.

you really hadn’t expected aomine to be a childish and somewhat clingy drunk when you’d first met him, assuming he had an insane tolerance level but here he was, practically a puddle needing you to pull him to the couch and cover him in blankets.

it was early college when you saw him drunk the first time, tipsy aomine being a red faced, smiley man with a matching red solo cup in his hand. it was as if speaking to a stranger, you’d thought, taken aback by the stark change. and even while he remained giving those unprompted, lighthearted (since deep down, he truly cared) insults, his smile was never so wide; never so genuine: never so happy.

as years passed and you grew more accustomed to this state of aomine, comfort grew, too. thus, the playful flirts your way, bringing you to a flustered mess by the end of the night because although you were aware they were purely platonic, your heart (especially while you were intoxicated) was not.

“have you been drinking water?” you ask, pressing your cooler hand against his reddened cheeks.

shaking his head, he stumbles with you to your couch, collapsing on it and rolling on his side. “no.” he says, answer muffled by the pillow pressed to his cheek.

you sigh at that, clicking your tongue as you lightly flick him. you attempt to step away, in order to walk to the kitchen and bathroom to grab whatever he’d need as he rode out his eventual hangover but a hand grips your wrist stopping you.

“stay,” he grumbles, eyes closing as fatigue floods his body. he looks silly sprawled out on your couch, calfs to feet hanging off the arm rest of one end of it due to his tall stature. the other arm – the one that's not holding you – is beside him on the inside of the couch, no doubt going to go numb soon from its awkward position.

“aomine, you're gonna get a headache," you complain, tugging your wrist back. "and i don't wanna deal with your whining."

he ignores your statement, opening his eyes to glance at you thoughtfully. "why do you call me that?"

"hm?" you hum, lifting an eyebrow.

"my last name," he elaborates gruffly.

"well, i call you stupid, too, don't i?" you muse, amused smile curling your lips as his hand grip falters on your wrist when you move to brush some hair from his forehead. everything about your interactions seemed so sweet right now; so intimate. whether you acknowledged that or ignored it, it doesn't matter, your chest remains warm.

"besides that," he scoffs, eyes closing again. he's about two minutes away from passing out, you guess. "you never call me daiki."

"i'm used to calling you aomine," you reply simply with a shrug, well aware the man probably won't remember his fickle concerns regarding what you call him in the morning.

"y'should call me daiki. i call you y/n."

"you want me to call you daiki?"

"i want you to want to call me daiki."

you breathe out a laugh at that, still boggled by how different a man like aomine could be with a little liquor in him. "okay," you answer, flutters filling your stomach, "daiki."

[hopeluna-archived]

We lose brain cells when we are together....

Being best friends with Shinso Hitoshi

Characters: Shinso Hitoshi x reader (platonic)

Content: fluff, crack kinda?, little bit of Izuku Midoriya x reader, reader is a crackhead 'cause why not, also a kinda dark joke that my mom wouldn't appreciate, this is long and I have no regrets, this is so self indulgent💀

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Alright lets be honest here first. When you two first met, Hitoshi made some small talk but other than that didn't really wanna converse with you. The crack energy was too much for him. He kept his distance with you but no matter where he went, it was like the universe decided to torment him 'cause he always seemed to bump into you.

Time skip to a more run ins and you talking his ear off, there you were, two best friends. The dynamic between you is basically, You: Crackhead, Hitoshi: tired of the crackhead.

He'll act all grumpy when you drag him somewhere to hang out but don't mind him, he loves hanging out with you. Hitoshi also loves the fact that you don't see his quirk as "evil" as many people do.

If you are a cat person, he is in heaven. It will be a sacred ritual to go to a cat cafe once a week. If you cancel on the plans, well get ready to receive the silent treatment.

The sassiness between you two is high on this one. Its like you'll be minding your own buisness and he'll just randomly go "can you not? Your existence is giving me a headache". Of course he doesn't mean it <3

You two are attached at the hip a lot of the times. And with that comes speculations from people if you two might be a couple. When someone actually asks if you two are dating, Hitoshi would be like "pfft why would I date this ?" and you're there just like "bitch🤚 no cat cafe meetings for a month" and he'll crumble like "NOOOO" .

You are the only being in existence who is allowed to touch his hair. If you ever want to style it, he'll make a offended face but nevertheless let you do it and he'll keep it if you say and glare at anyone who makes a joke of it.

You constanly scolding him about his sleep schedule like yours isn't fucked up as well. Hitoshi will call you randomly at like 3 am to tell you a cat fact. Most of the times, his training with Aizawa stresses him out so you drag him to have a self care routine. God forbid you sneak a picture of him with a face mask and cucumbers on, he will bury you alive.

He acts like he hates it and will groan everytime you tell him stupid ass jokes. Though sometimes he laughs like that one time you went " 'Toshi, 'Toshi" "what?" "Whats the difference between a lightbulb and a pregnant woman?" ".....what?" "......you can unscrew a lightbulb" and cue Hitoshi trying not to burst out cackling.

Friends don't judge each other, they judge other people together. This is a motto that you two go by. Ya'll be in a cafe or a park or just walking and you two would just judge other people together and roast them to hell. And Hitoshi acts all nonchalant but he is definitely interested when you come around and gossip about shit that just happened with other people.

The UA people didn't even know you existed until one day you decided to randomly pop up to embarrass Hitoshi. Its not that he avoided talking about you, its just that they never asked and he is a private person by nature so they just never knew about you.

Denki audibly, and dramatically, gasped when the usual stoic Shinso Hitoshi cracked a small smile on seeing you running at him full speed. The others were kinda surprised too when they saw how easily he conversed with you.

After that, your presence became more and more frequent around the group. One time Mineta tried to flirt with you disgustingly and after you quickly ignored him, Hitoshi dragged Mineta....somewhere. Nobody knew where Mineta was for two whole days, all while Hitoshi had a small smile on his face.

Hitoshi pretended to gag in disgust when one day you came to him rambling on about how lovely and adorable Midoriya is. He will however push you to talk to Izuku when the group is together 'cause he can see how much you like him.

So basically, being best friends with Shinso Hitoshi is definetely a whirlwind. He'll act all cool and stoic but with you its like his brain cells just die and you both radiate crackhead energy. And he'll always be there, supporting you, motivating you and being a shoulder to cry on.

And he will rarely say it but he is glad and feels lucky to have you as his friend.

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Comments and reblogs are appreciated!! Do not repost or claim as yours though, its not cool.

[thecleverqueer]

Okay. Well. Since the writers and actors are unable to say it because of the strike, and because Ashley Eckstein probably isn’t a 100% on how this was all written so she can’t say it (and clearly, I’m not either, but I have a damned good idea), I’m going to say it (what Ashley would say):

“Be patient with Ahsoka.”

Yes, she’s older. No, she’s not going to be “snips”. She’s not going to act like the person you knew before in The Clone Wars (she was forged there), but by the end of her series, she’s going to be more like the character you know and love.

I’m going to give this to you all for free:

Ahsoka is broken, like, very broken at this point in her series. She’s stoic. She’s crossing her arms, but she’s doing that so that she doesn’t literally come undone. She’s holding herself together, but she’s basically doing so by a frayed thread.

Ahsoka has been through a lot.

She was a child soldier that always felt she had something to prove, and while acting confident, in reality, she was overcompensating to hide her imposter syndrome. Then, the temple bombing… the people she loved the most turned their backs on her for political reasons. Once worse, a person she loved and trusted framed her for said bombing. Her heart was shattered into a million pieces when Barriss was revealed to be the culprit. Ahsoka wanted nothing more than to be a Jedi, but she couldn’t stay. She had to leave. Realizing she couldn’t run from what she was (“Ahsoka is Jedi”), she returned to fight in the Siege of Mandalore only to be betrayed again by her brothers in arms as they executed Order 66. The family she left behind was slaughtered. Her brothers in arms died in large part due to the fact that she let Maul go. Her sister-in-law passed away with a broken heart. Her brother lost. Ahsoka went into hiding. She spent a decade and a half in solitude as a spy fighting in the rebellion, and just as she began opening herself up again to her people, she found out that her brother was at least partially responsible for the genocide of the Jedi, the fall of the Republic and rise of the Empire. It struck her so hard that she passed out. She spent nearly a year trying to prove herself wrong, only to face off with him in the Temple on Malachor. Clearly riddled with an insurmountable amount of guilt, she was willing to sacrifice herself as a means to an end only to get ripped through a time portal. Returning to her own time, Ahsoka faced an unseen trial on Malachor that further tormented her.

Then, Ahsoka returned to Lothal (likely to find Ezra, but instead found Sabine… I would imagine that they attempted to look for Ezra and failed… this is the likely reason Ahsoka was missing from the Original Trilogy action). She began training Sabine and something went sideways. Then, Ahsoka ends up back in solitude, alone…fighting the good fight, not facing her trauma.

I’ll stop now, and say that Sabine is not the only one who is plagued with nightmares. Ahsoka felt what Sabine was going through in that hospital bed on a personal level.

And, so, what do we have to look forward to? If we end up with an Ahsoka the White (which is inevitable), Ahsoka’s Balrog is going to be her guilt. It’s going to be the shadow that Anakin Skywalker has cast upon her very being. It is her fear of becoming him. It is her unrelenting torment of leaving him behind, and somehow feeling responsible for his downfall. And, she’ll face it. It’s coming. Be patient.

[gaybananabread]

Striker from helluva boss secretly super ticklish 😜

⌖🐎Striker Tkl Headcanons🥃

~Ooooh absolutely! I love it when the strong, stoic character is a walking tickle-spot. Totally not using this as an excuse to torment the cowboy whaaaaat (* °ヮ° *). No but I’ve been wanting to write more for HB, so maybe this’ll be my gateway excuse. I promise I’m working on stuff, I’m just slow. Thanks for the request!~

General:

On the surface, seems to hate tickling

Changes the subject, brushes off questions, rattles his tail when people get too pushy with things.

You wear him down enough, though, and you’ll see. Wide smiles, small blushes and a flicking tail.

He’s more of a ler than anything, though there is the off chance he’ll get a lee mood.

Considering this, we’ll say heavy ler-leaning switch.

Lee:

Rarer than anything, but he does occasionally crave a good wrecking.

He’s in massive denial the entire time, refusing to admit it to himself, much less ask someone

If anyone does notice, he’ll blush and start making death threats. Get ready for a chase (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

MASSIVE thrasher. If you don’t pin/restrain him, he’s probably gonna end up breaking your nose.

His tail will flick around wildly, rattling the entire time. You wanna fluster him, that’s as good a thing to point out as any.

Worst spots are the backs of his ribs and tail, specifically the flat end of it. Hysterical, cackling shrieks if you nail him in either of those spots.

Melt spots are his arms/forearms. He loves gentle traces along them, maybe some compliments on his strength while you’re at it.

He cannot handle teases. You call him cute? Sputtering, blushing mess of curses. He’ll vow to kill your family while laughing and giggling like a toddler.

Just be careful. He recovers pretty quickly, and you know he’ll be out for revenge~ (•̀⩊•́)

Ler:

Run for your life, my friends (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

Rough, ruthless ler. Likes to leave his lee a teary, incoherent puddle when he’s done.

SO SO MEAN and teasy. Will use anything at his disposal to fluster the hell out of you.

“Yer tellin’ me that just a few pokes makes you laugh this hard? That’s adorable, darlin’~”

“What? Oh, that word makes it worse? Sayin’ tickle makes it all tickle even more? That’s adorable~”

“That really tickles, don’t it? My claws diggin’ into your worst spot, and you can’t do a damn thing to stop me~”

He doesn’t like to stop the first time you tell him to.

If you seriously can’t take it anymore, he’ll stop. Other than that, good luck breathing.

Takes any and every opportunity to wreck a bitch. Stiff interrogation? You bet. Someone he’s close to being annoying? They’d better have good lung capacities.

If you’re comfortable with it, he’s absolutely willing to use his rope skills. Only if the lee is 100% okay with it, though. He respects consent, in that case.

Uses his tail to help him out. The tip is awfully pokey and would be great as a tickle tool.

When he does decide to stop, he’s not super good at aftercare. He’ll definitely bring you some water, but doesn’t do much else.

If you ask, though, he gives a wonderful back rub. Maybe even some extra attention if you’re really insistent with it.

[moodybluezzz]

Sleepover - Rohan Kishibe x Reader

[Content: SFW, fluff, gender neutral Y/N, warning for description of nightmares/night terrors, fear, and Kira being creepy]

[Word count: 2.7k]

How did I end up here? Standing on a mangaka's porch in the middle of the night?

You had lived in Morioh for your entire life - content with your peaceful, albeit lonely, routine. You found it surprisingly difficult to make friends in the small town, spending most of your time reading and drawing on your own instead. That is, until a year ago, when you crossed paths with a peculiar cast of characters and your life changed. You had recognized a few of the boys - Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi - since they attended school nearby and frequented many of the same shops and restaurants as you. However, your interest in the group spiked when you began hearing mutters of a killer on the loose, and strange beings known as "Stands" that held powers beyond your imagination. After running into the boys so many times, it began to feel as though fate was bringing you together somehow. One day you mustered the courage to start a conversation and managed to befriend the rowdy teens. From there you became part of the group, helping out however you could despite your lack of a Stand. As a result you also became familiar with Jotaro Kujo, a stoic man visiting Morioh to investigate the Stand Users, and Rohan Kishibe, a stubborn mangaka, each possessing Stands of their own and aiding in the mission.

From the start you couldn't help but find yourself drawn to Rohan, not only admiring his abilities but also seemingly tolerating his bold personality more than the rest of the group. Though you could admit he was a prick sometimes, you longed to get to know him even just a little more and felt comfortable around him nonetheless.

Now you were at Rohan's doorstep at 3am on a cold fall night, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you hoped that he heard your knocking. Ever since the fateful battle with Yoshikage Kira, you found yourself plagued with nightmares and a general nervousness about the town. It was as though Kira's evil spirit itself was haunting you. Tonight your nightmares were worse than usual, waking you terrified with no chance of falling back asleep. You hurried to the one person who was guaranteed to be awake at this hour - Rohan. Glancing nervously around the dark, you shuddered at the thought of some twisted Stand User leaping out of the darkness to torment you like Kira did to so many others. You knocked again, this time more frantic. Just as your mind began playing tricks on you in the darkness, Rohan opened the door. You leapt through the doorway, nearly into his arms, and he stepped back in surprise with an annoyed look.

"There must be a slumber party at my place tonight, did I miss the memo? Seriously, what are you doing, Y/N." He crossed his arms.

"I-I'm sorry, Rohan! It's just… I had a nightmare…"

"And you came here why?" Rohan stared at you skeptically.

"I thought… Maybe you would be able to help make sense of these dreams… You're into scary paranormal stuff, right?"

"Scary paranormal stuff. Right." He rolled his eyes. "Look, just close the door and come in." He sighed and started walking through his lavish living room and toward the kitchen. "Let's just sit down and chat." You followed carefully behind Rohan; All the lights were off due to the late hour. You had been here a few times before with the others but the mansion still never failed to impress you. You felt a brief wave of pity for Rohan, wondering if it ever got lonely living alone in such a big house.

At last you arrived at the kitchen, Rohan motioning for you to sit down at a candle-lit dining table. His sketchbook sat open in the flickering light - he must have been drawing before you arrived. He sat across from you, the warm light illuminating his face. He leaned down, resting his elbow on the table and his chin on his hand.

"So, tell me about these nightmares."

You did your best to describe the dreams, starting vaguely in worry that Rohan might not take you seriously. However, as you went on his expression changed to one of concern, inviting you to open up. You told him all about the horrors you faced at the hands of the Stand User in your dreams, the sleepless nights and the anxiety that washed over you as the sun set on Morioh each day. You stopped and sat in silence, shaken up by the mere memory of your nightmares. You fidgeted your hands nervously on the tabletop, before glancing up and meeting Rohan's deep green eyes. The candlelight made them shine brilliantly, and you couldn't help but get lost in them. You wondered what was going on in Rohan's mind as he stared into your soul. After a long moment you snapped out of it, averting your gaze and blushing.

"Stay here for the night." Rohan spoke firmly. "We can't have you running off in the middle of the night again. We have to get this fear out of you." You were shocked at his willingness to help you and ever-so-slightly excited. Rohan continued. "Your fear isn't irrational per say. We all remember what Yoshikage Kira did. But it's been a year since then and this paranoia can't go on. Maybe it'll help to get some rest knowing there's a Stand user in the house." He stood. "I'm going to make tea. If you want some, you can."

You watched as he swiftly brewed a small pot of tea, mesmerized by the way his body moved in the dim light. He was wearing a much more casual outfit than you were used to seeing, though it still reflected his extravagant fashion sense.

You wondered how many times he had done this, brewing tea for himself at some late hour to fuel his nighttime drawing sessions. Had he ever wished he had someone to share it with?

Rohan set two elegant teacups on the table and poured out some for each of you. "This will help you relax."

You waited for him to sit back down before taking a sip and sighing.

"This is the best tea I've ever had! Thank you, Rohan… Really…"

Rohan smirked. "It's just tea, nothing special." You were tempted to tell him it was special just for the fact he made it. However, you held back. You finished your tea quickly and Rohan set the dishes aside. "You should get to bed. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes."

You felt ever-so-slightly self conscious. "Where do you want me to sleep? I can take the couch if you'd like-"

"No, no. There's guest bedrooms upstairs. Let me show you the way."

You followed Rohan, hoping to finally enjoy a restful sleep. He opened a door just up the stairs and flicked on the light.

"Go on. Now get some sleep. My bedroom is right next door if you need to know where the bathroom is or something." You thanked him and he closed the door, leaving you alone. The room was decorated plainly yet elegantly, and the bed was made perfectly as though no one had ever slept in it. Maybe they hadn't. You shut off the light and plopped down on the mattress.

It's even softer than I expected!

Rohan was right - you must have really needed to catch up on rest. And you did feel safer knowing he was right next door. You fell asleep the moment your head hit the pillows.

…

Darkness.

A path lit only by flickering yellow streetlights.

Walking past rows of identical townhouses. This is Morioh.

Your footsteps echoing through the night.

Why are you here?

Footsteps that are not your own.

Running.

Faster footsteps. He's behind you.

Hands grabbing you from behind. Holding you back.

Can't turn around but you know who is there.

The figure of a creature emerging from the darkness ahead. A Stand.

Piercing pink eyes tearing into your soul. Gloved hands reaching out for you.

Kicking, screaming to no avail, screaming for Rohan. Help me, Rohan! He's got me!

He's a Killer Queen

Gunpowder, gelatine

Dynamite with a laser beam

Guaranteed to blow your mind.

…

"Y/N! Y/N, stop! You need to wake up!"

You finally came to, Rohan struggling to hold you still with a frustrated expression. You were kicking and screaming and begging Kira to let you go. You gradually processed what was happening and burst into tears, giving in and clinging to Rohan desperately. He was silent and still for a moment, before hesitantly resting his arms around you. You buried your face in his chest and gripped his back, not caring if he pushed you away and scolded you. However, Rohan stayed still and silent, taken aback by the sudden contact. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, searching for the right words.

"Just… breathe. You're safe, I promise." Your sobs gradually grew more sparse and eventually stopped altogether. You looked up at Rohan, your face hot and tear-stained. Something in his expression changed as he looked down at you.

Without a word he got up, grabbing your hand and guiding you off the bed and to your feet.

"Come to my room. Let me help you." You rubbed your eyes and followed him out of the room and into his own, looking over your shoulder into the darkness of the house every so often. You could just make out the shape of Rohan's bed in the darkness. He sat down near the pillows and patted the spot in front of him. Once you joined him, he reached out and put his hands on your trembling shoulders.

"I didn't want to have to jump to this, but let me use my Stand to help you. Heaven's Door can erase all of this." You shuddered. You were present when Rohan used his Stand in the past - a clever yet invasive power. He had noticed how much it intimidated you and avoided using it on you until now. You gulped.

"It will only take a moment, and when you open your eyes everything will be okay."

You scooted closer to Rohan and nodded, closing your eyes. He focused his gaze on you and whispered.

"Heaven's Door!"

Your consciousness faded as Rohan laid you down and opened your mind like a book. You felt… vulnerable. But at this point you didn't mind. As long as you were in Rohan's hands, everything was okay.

It felt like only an instant passed before you opened your eyes. Your mind felt unexplainably clearer. You looked up at Rohan, who was sitting beside you, his legs hanging off the side of the bed.

"...I made some edits. I didn't completely wipe your memory of the dreams - I didn't want you waking up wondering how you ended up in my bed. That would've been a pain to explain. But you won't be having any more. Okay?"

You nodded, relieved. It was as though your fear was erased - literally.

Rohan gazed off into the darkness for a long moment.

"...Why are you so intrigued by me?"

In your panic you had completely forgotten that Heaven's Door allowed Rohan to read all of your thoughts - and you had no doubt he did some snooping. You hesitated to answer. There was just something about Rohan - his attitude, his outfits, his talent, the way he directed his dry jokes at you when you were with the others because he seemed to know you'd get it the most. You knew there was more to him than the cold front he put up in public, and you wanted to find it. And you had to admit, he was attractive…

"Heh. I guess I didn't have to ask. I bet right now you're thinking of the very things I already saw." You scrambled for an excuse before Rohan reached down and turned your chin toward him. You blushed hard and stared into his eyes, their emerald hue just visible in the dark. He leaned down close.

"This is what you imagined I would do when we were in the kitchen, is it not?"

He so knew what he was doing to you, though he kept his poker face all the while. You couldn't deny you liked it deep down.

"Tell me." Rohan whispered firmly. You turned, facing away from him in embarrassment. You felt him lean over you, his face mere inches from yours.

"Your silence speaks volumes."

He pulled back and laid down on the other side of the large bed. Your heart raced as you debated whether to turn over and try to explain yourself or leave him be. You decided not to dig yourself into an even bigger hole, closing your eyes and focusing on getting back to sleep instead.

Just as you began to drift off, you felt a weight shift on the bed behind you, followed by a firm chest on your back and arms wrapping carefully around your body. You opened your eyes, wondering if you were dreaming.

"What are you doing, Rohan?" You mumbled tiredly.

The man was silent at first before leaning close to your ear. You could feel his warm breath on your neck - an indescribable sensation shooting down your body. You gasped quietly.

"I'm just going to protect you for the night. Don't get too excited." Rohan snuggled closer, spooning your whole body in his. "Besides, you wanted to be closer to me, right? Well now you are." He whispered smugly, a teasing tone in his voice.

You closed your eyes, taking in the feeling of Rohan's tall, slim body against yours.

You broke the silence. "There's just… Always been something that made me want to be special to you…"

Rohan was silent for a moment.

"You are special to me."

Your heart fluttered as you took in his words. Deep down you hoped he would say more, but he held back. Stubborn as always.

"...Goodnight, Y/N."

You fell asleep to the feeling of Rohan's hands running soothingly along your side, and up and down your arms. You had no dreams that night.

When you woke you were alone in the bed. You could hear the faint sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen downstairs. Rohan must have gotten up before you (unsurprisingly, the guy seemed to never sleep.) You laid there for a moment, enjoying the warm sunlight pouring through the windows and the lingering smell of Rohan's expensive cologne in the air. For a moment you had to ask yourself if last night was a dream. You sat up, realizing you hadn't brought a change of clothes.

Your eyes settled on Rohan's closet.

You opened the tall sliding doors to reveal a walk-in closet packed with designer clothes. You scanned through the shelves - some outfits you easily recognized, others you had never seen him wear at all. You settled on a comfy white sweater and pants to match. His clothes were ridiculously baggy on you due to your height difference, but they were certainly comfortable.

You headed downstairs to find Rohan finishing breakfast, two plates waiting on the table. He glanced up at the sound of your footsteps and his eyes widened.

"W-Where did you get those!?" You couldn't help but giggle at his surprised expression.

"I forgot to bring a change of clothes, I hoped you wouldn't mind," you said in a sweet but teasing tone. Rohan crossed his arms.

"Fine. Just sit down, your food is going to get cold." You swore you heard him mumble: "You're lucky you're cute."

A tense silence filled the room as you ate. How could you have gotten so up close and personal last night but feel so awkward now? Every once in a while Rohan stole a quick glance at you and your outfit; he must have thought you didn't notice but you most certainly did.

Finishing your food, you looked up at Rohan. "Thank you for helping me last night. Really. I slept better than I have in… Well… at least a year." Rohan kept his eyes on his plate, but you couldn't help but catch a blush cross his face.

"...Don't mention it."

…

Josuke and Okuyasu walked casually down the road as they headed home from school. Okuyasu perked up. "Hey, aren't we about to pass Rohan's house? I wonder what he's been up to."

Josuke frowned. "Oh yeah, you're right." I'd rather not know honestly... He quickened his steps before Okuyasu put a hand on his shoulder.

"Oi, Josuke! Isn't that Y/N over there?" Josuke looked up, spotting you walking home from Rohan's house.

Okuyasu squinted. "Since when did Y/N dress so fancy! Wait... Don't those clothes look familiar…?"

The two slowly turned to each other.

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hello tuna its me Dazai Anon coming at u with my insanity Once More.

[possible manga spoilers] thinkin about yandere meursault girlies... dazai/fyodor/gogol/sigma all in one package. unfortunately no chuuya he seems a bit. you know. busy.

let's say darling is a security guard at meursault, specifically set in the surveillance room at overlooks dazai and fyodor's cells. its kinda boring (it's not like theyre going anywhere, right?), but they try to take it as seriously as possible- even when the "highly dangerous criminals" are speaking in wingdings or throwing eggs at each other. they try not to engage with these male manipulators but one thing compounds on another and they find themselves holding down the intercom button, catching both of their attention. oops. at first the fellas are just happy they have a new toy to play with, someone to fuck with and make squirm since they can't do much to one another. dazai spends most of his time trying to bug darling til they crack and say something while fyodor plays his mind games. until it becomes more. red flags pop up over time, dazai throwing mini tantrums when the intercom clicks off or a different guard is on duty, fyodor starting to probe about weirdly personal topics, there's this weird Look they have in their eye when darling talks, etc. it becomes tough to deal with, more so than usual. theyre actually kinda relieved when they both suddenly disappear, unaware that a certain clown has been put on their scent. (sigma becomes yan after bonding with darling about how much it sucks dealing with the other three lol)

- 🩹

hi!!! finally got the time to answer this @.@ this is such a great idea ahhhhh gotta love love love the meursault girlies can you imagine the chaos they'd bring??!?! remind me to do a proper headcanon post for this sometime :')

manga spoilers below the cut!

cw: yandere characters, implied stalking, violent threats

regardless of whether or not it was intentional on darling's part to communicate through the intercom, their fate is sealed the moment in happens. whether they mutter out a confused "what the fuck...?" (because who could watch that scene and not be left perplexed?) or even if they just remained shrouded in bewildered silence, the tell-tale buzzing would give them away, they've piqued fyodor and dazai's curiosity.

obviously, they had been expecting to be under heavy surveillence, considering who they were, but something about that moment of vulnerability, that little slip in what should have been hours of procedure drilled into darling's head, captured their attention. had a newbie been sent to watch over two of the most unpredictable prisoners here?

it doesn't help that they immediately switch off the intercom right after, further proving to the two that it was a mistake. a mistake that no guard here would make. in a place filled with stoic, intolerable idiots, darling seems to be the exception.

naturally, they become attached.

he guesses whenever it's your shift, and makes sure to loudly blabber about everything on his mind. the food sucks. he misses his old room. it's too hot. his outfit's ugly. anything to get back such a reaction from darling again. he even asks for fyodor's help, but the latter ignores him, choosing to stare straight at the camera he knows they must be looking through.

eventually, darling gives in. whether it's because they've had enough of dazai's taunting or fyodor's staring (and that creepy smile) or perhaps the two have taken to bothering the people working the other shifts and darling feels pressured to end the torment. it will happen eventually, and when it does, things only get worse.

apart from the tantrums and constant whining from dazai, fyodor's unnerving stare at everyone that isn't darling seated behind the cameras begins to concern the other guards, especially coupled with the way dazai starts murmuring ways he could kill someone. when darling's there, however, he's a lot more friendly, asking them where they'd like to go for a first date and if they'd like any presents. he's just curious, really! not like he's planning anything... and fyodor, with his weird questions about abilities and ability users and sinners—maybe darling would prefer to stick with dazai's line of questioning.

thanks to his correspondence from the outside, dazai has the help of a time stopping ability user. his first order of business? use his 10 minutes to find everything he can about darling. after that, he hunts down the other guards, and makes sure to use his time wisely by spending a good chunk of it with darling. the first time he sees them face to face, even though they're frozen in place, his heart soars. he's definitely taken advantage of this period to touch darling and hold them close. even fyodor can't have this.

but when the day comes that he finally plans to break out of the prison with darling in tow, he's horrified to find them missing. back in his cell, he sees fyodor with a mysterious smile and a proposition he can't say no to.

by the end of the day, the two are gone, and darling's in the debatably safe arms of nikolai gogol, wrapped securely in his overcoat.

with nikolai, at first, it's just genuine curiosity. who was darling to have the great dostoevsky wrapped around their little finger? he follows them around (as ordered), looks through their room and picks out some things to keep (not an order, and definitely not for dostoevsky), threatens to twist their leg off with a shockingly innocent smile if they didn't come with him (also not an order, but who's keeping count?) but if darling is clever enough to keep a bright smile on when nikolai comes to play and does as he says without much struggle, he's a pretty fun person to have around. oh, that and he wouldn't be handing them off to any of the others just yet—not until he's had his fun with his cute little friend.

even then, he'd be surprised that darling hasn't bored him yet. it'll take one defiant glare or an unexpected trick to really make him understand why everyone's losing their mind over darling. now that he thinks about it, it's totally not fair that he had to do the work of finding them only to give them over to others. time to see if fyodor is willing to share!

sigma is used to not being acknowledged before he was the manager. more than that, he's used to nikolai's crazy antics. or so he thought, until one day the clown drops in with a brush of his coat, darling in his arms.

"assistant!" he cries out, to sigma's irritation, "meet my friend here!"

despite darling's obvious discomfort, they manage a strained smile at him. the gesture touches him immensely, and it tells him all he needs to know. when he introduces himself and darling says "hi, sigma," he feels euphoric. he feels seen.

he learns that darling was tormented by fyodor and dazai, after which nikolai was sent out for them, and while a large part of him feels sympathetic, knowing better than anyone else how horrible those three could be, a smaller, but darker part of him seethes in jealousy. why did fyodor have to see darling first? why did fyodor get to have them? why not him?

didn't he deserve, at least, this?

still, sigma soon earns something the others can't yet boast of having—their trust. darling's initially wary smiles turns into rambling and them opening up about their feelings. he doesn't flaunt it much except in the offhanded remarks that tells everyone just how much he knows about darling. they believe him to be the hardworking manager, who, much like them, was here because he had no other choice. little did they know...

once dazai and fyodor finally come back to the casino, however, the little peace darling finds here will be gone :(

[flames-tstuff]

MAGNUS CHASE TK HEADCANONS

Not sure where this came from but here we are 🤷🏼‍♀️ disclaimer: I haven't read these books in like five years so these are solely based off of what I remember about the characters and their dynamics 😅

Magnus

Actually finds it kinda fun despite his (supposed) aversion to touch

BUT. he is MUCH too embarrassed and too deep in denial to ever be able to admit to it

Easily flustered—both by giving and receiving—though he tries to play it off like it's no big deal

Too sensitive for his own good! Ticklish all over but if you target his ribs specifically he will probably die (again)

JUMPY

The others gang up on him if he starts getting too angsty or too in his own head

Usually targeted by Blitz or Alex

Often too shy to initiate anything but when he does it's usually playful little pokes

Can't say The Word

Snorts if you catch him by surprise—otherwise it's bouts of poorly suppressed giggling that everyone finds very endearing <3

Snarky ler

Will usually only initiate with Blitz and Hearth. He knows starting something with Alex or Sam is a death sentence (though he will retaliate if one of them started it).

Alex

Enjoys it on occasion but usually just likes to pester her friends with it

She has to really trust you if she's allowing you to get within a five-foot radius of her

.....and good luck trying to catch her and keep her down long enough to tickle her without losing a limb

If you do somehow manage to get her, it's all cackles and squeals (+ lots of cursing)

Loves a good fight! She enjoys it more when it's play or has some competitive component to it. It's all about the thrill of the chase!!! (no pun intended)

Loves to tease and torment Magnus and gets immense satisfaction from his embarrassment from it

Has no problem saying The Word (and ofc loves to use it against Magnus)

Typically would prefer the rougher play, but she too is not immune to the power gentle touch

Receiving gentle, affectionate touch is outside of her frame of reference (*sob*) so having her hair played with or getting a massage from a friend is simultaneously heaven and hell

Like Magnus, very sensitive and also a bit shy when it comes to the subject

Samirah

(This is assumed to be post-marriage when she can be in contact with Amir. The others are considered family and therefore are in the clear.)

Doesn't usually like to be touched

She does, however, like to use it as a tactic for cheering up Alex (she's probably the only safe one to do so lol)

Targeting her will also put your life at risk (unless you're Amir... and even then you're on thin ice)

Devastatingly fast fingers

Doesn't see an issue with The Word

Will help destroy Magnus if the others have started it and need the extra help

The Queen of teases

Hearth

Mostly indifferent but doesn't mind it

Mildly sensitive; definitely not as bad as some of the others in the group

Gentle touches will put him to sleep, though—anywhere is a melt spot if you're gentle enough lol. just putty in your hands

Ears, under the chin, and feet are especially sensitive

Be careful though because he WILL ragdoll if you get him good enough

Likes to tease Magnus and Blitz the most

Doesn't have a very wide variety of teases in ASL but that does not matter..... the look he gives you is enough

The knowing smirk, the playful glint in his eyes, the wiggling fingers.......

Those long, thin, gentle fingers are KILLER

He's a kicker if you plan to target him so you better steer clear of those long legs

The friends that do get him from time to time try to keep from restraining his arms or hands so that he can still sign

His cheeks and ears flush a greenish hue when he's embarrassed or flustered (a rare occurance, but it's that much more special if you do get to see it)

If you somehow are able to crack the stoic exterior, you will be rewarded with the most adorable wheezy laugh with eyes and nose scrunched tight in resistance

Blitz

Gremlin switchhhhh. The switchiest of all.

An absolute force of chaos, both as a lee and as a ler

Feisty! He plays a bit rougher (if he knows you can handle it)

Loud, boisterous laughter. Incredibly contagioius

He can actually say The Word, though he does get mildly embarrassed from it

A Big Meanie (affectionate) to Magnus and Alex but is a little gentler with Hearth

He will almost never target you if he's in his regular nice clothes... there's no way he's gonna risk getting them dirty or torn

But if he's in casual/comfy clothes (still looking dope as hell ofc) or in battle gear you better watch out

And heaven forbid you start something with him while he's in his nice clothes. Because you are TOAST the next time he gets a chance

Sooo so fun to play around with (and unlike with Alex or Sam there is not a risk of dying :,)

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Something to come home to.’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

- a long-ish smutty hurt comfort fic 4 u all. i kinda got inspired by those sultry neo noir characters in movies that have to patch each other up but there’s this cold pining connection between them. so yeah enjoy <33

It was barbaric. He was a fucking doctor, he studied multiple years for that diploma, a little sheet of paper proving he knows an abysmal amount on the human body yet he couldn't take care of himself whenever he was wounded but of course he would rather suffer in silence than ask for help. It only showed that Doctor Strange wasn't as unbreakable as he seemed, that stoic picture shattering every time he raggedly found himself not being able to defeat other worldly presences.

Stephen Strange was in over his head to say the least.

He could have used the special herbs that stayed cosy in Kamar Taj but he couldn't leave the Sanctum, someone needed to be stationed here. While everyone else was experiencing the greened valleys of Nepal, he was drowning in the dreary New York City air, rainy and darkened by the black of night- bloodied and bruised, sad eyes street lamp lit.

You were here too.

Stephen resented the way he couldn't ask for help, it made him feel weak and vulnerable in ways he couldn't possibly fathom. It was a case of classic narcissim, he'd grown bitterness everytime he couldn't defeat whoever he needed that day, it bruised his ever growing ego.

You were reading in the library to pass the time, so bored of the silent space in the Sanctum; Stephen just came back from being the hero as always, avenging the wronged and saving the universe from cosmic torment-avoiding you as always but you caught a glimpse of him, he was hiding his face and it was almost as if he was limping. You assumed he didn't need your help, you didn't need to question his durability. You quirked an eyebrow when he passed by, but you just let it slide.

A few hours passed and you were sure you could eat just about anything you were so hungry. You jolted up and left your book nestled on the antique as you padded barefoot on the laminate to find something to gnaw on. You walked down the hallway, non chalant in your movements when you passed Stephen's open door to his bedroom. He never left his door open.

You had to take another look, slowly inching back as your gaze lingered to him.

Jesus.

The moonlight shone a dark blue that covered the room, it was light enough to see him sat there, bloodied.

Stephen was sat at the edge of his bed, shirtless and littered in bruises and cuts covering his foehead with a bag of frozen peas or something similar to that. His grunted pains short as he reigned it all in with a sucked in breath. You noticed that his stitches were half done, cocking your head at the fact he clearly couldn't patch himself up but he attempted to anyway. The man was a fucking doctor. You were glad that he didn't notice you standing at his door frame.

‘’You really need to stop going out and getting yourself in messes like this.’’

Stephen looked up and saw you, standing there with arms crossed leaning against the frame of the door, so obviously judgemental in your stance but you clearly tried to hide it behind the soft eyes but your lips were thinned to a hard line, no humour playing at your features. You were wearing a really tight long sleeved shirt with a scoop neck, it was simple, cute- but it brought out your soft curves. Shit.

There was this weird heaviness that clouded you both for some reason, it was weird to trace let alone track. The relationship between you was cold and emotionally distant and normally resulted in avoiding each other. What was really jarring is that even with all of the radio silence, you trusted each other. It was a weird lingering sort of feeling, one you didn't know what to call.

‘’Very high expectation I don't think I'll be able to reach.’’ Stephen replied seriously, he didn't really know what to say. His inability to even acknowledge that he was hurt was making the air that much more confusing.

‘’You seem certain about it.’’ You squinted your eyes as you exhaled, almost in a way that meant you were psychoanalysing him. Both of your faces were hard with defense, although you trusted each other you still weren't completely comfortable.

You found yourself walking over to him, slow in your steps as a means to not startle him; his gaze followed up from your waist to your face with every step you took.

‘’You're a clumsy stitcher. You haven't even finished.’’ You were infront of him now, breath cooled in sardonic petulance as you stared intently at the wound that adorned the pane of his chest. Fuck was he ripped, his biceps alone could crush you.

Stephen's eyes were oceanic blue, slightly marred by flecks of green and in this light they seemed even more intense than usual, he would death stare just about anyone but with you he let it slide. He didn't know why.

‘’I don't need your pity.’’ He spat so obviously defensive, but he said it in a way that wasn't harsh or agressive, it was slighlty flatlined and monotone- authoritative.

‘’I'm not. You're still bleeding.’’ You frowned as you stared down at him.

Your hands immediately reached up to feel at the bruised area but he caught onto your wrist instinctly, , fingers slightly indenting your skin.

You tried to shake out of his hold with a glare but he held on tighter.

‘’I don't want your help.’’ He said intensely under his breath.

‘’You need my help, Stephen.’’ You got your arm back and met him in his taunting stare. You never said his name before and it was jarring to him.

You were right though, he was bloody and bruised and in an impossible amount of silent suffering. He despised asking for help and this wasn't an exception- but he really needed it now.

‘’You've never called me Stephen before.’’

‘’Relax, don't be a hardass.’’

He didn't respond, he just followed your movements as you sat down next to him, he moved his torso to face yours in an admission of defeat. You took the first aid kit that was next to him and grabbed the needle and thread and balling some cotton pads in your hand.

‘’You really need to stop going out at night Stephen.’’ You exhaled as you began stitching him up, you've never been this close to him before. You could smell the deep layers of his rich cologne, it was as heady as it was intoxicating.

‘’I don't have anything to come back to. I don't need to be worried about my whereabouts.’’ He said softly whilst boring into your soul with those vehement eyes of his, your gaze was fixed on his wounds but with every stitch he wasn't groaning out in pain, it was as if he was consumed by something else entirely that he couldn't physically think about the pain.

‘’Your bruises...Who did that to you?’’You cut the wire of the last stitch and took the ointment to cover over his vast blossoming bruises. Stephen found himself getting lost in the hushed tones of your voice.

‘’I don't want to talk about it.’’ He went cold again, this time it was more of a plead not an order. Your eyes softened as he turned his head to not look at you, since you had him like this and found him in such a vulnerable state he was worried that his lips would loosen.

You knew something was gnawing at his already warped mind, but this was like it was fracturing him. Stephen thought if he looked at you, he would bare his soul through his eyes, every fear, all the words he never said to you. You had the skill set to know he did something he shouldn't have, fed by guilt. His ambition was his weakness, his drive his downfall.

You rubbed the cotton pad with ointment down the right column of his abs were the bruise that was darkening. He had another one on his face and his eyes were still straying away from you; you grabbed the side of his face gently and made him look at you again.

Your face was so unreadable, welcoming and unwelcoming at the same time. and so unintentionally seductive. You swabbed away at the bruise and he felt more seen than ever. Silence fell through the already dense atmosphere.

‘’You're not a killer.’’ You whispered delicately, lips parted as you exhaled. Your eyes were a sea he could get lost in, he didn't need the shore. Your expression was hesitant, saying it as if it was a matter of fact statement- two strangers comforting each other.

‘’Thank you.’’

‘’Don’t mention it.’’

He caught your wrist and tugged you back into him.

‘’No. Thank you.’’

You blushed and smiled at the kind sentiment.

You immediately retracted your hands from him once you were finished, he was already feeling the warmth of you fading away as you went to stand up but before you could leave he grabbed your wrist once more.

‘’Stay.’’ Stephen's voice was meek and certain both at once. ‘’Don't leave.’’

You were frazzled at the admission of honesty, Stephen Strange wanting to talk to you seemed like a miracle, but him actually wanting your presence was otherworldly. Your exterior remained unphased though, as you resumed your prior position. You both sat with the silence for a little, the blue of night consuming the darkest corners of the room as you did so.

Stephen wasn't sure why it felt so right to want you right now.

Maybe it was because it was just you and him in the Sanctum.

Maybe it was because the downpour outside made it all the more perfect.

Maybe it was because he let you help him.

The relationship between you two was cold and emotionally distant, he wasn't sure why he thought that it was a manifestation of an unmet attraction, but it was.

You were stunning without even trying; this hardass nature you both seemed to inhibit was your comeuppance.

It was all so seductive, like a forbidden sort of need.

Stephen's minds was swirling with these thoughts before he felt the need to ultimately act on it.

He moved his torso to face you, large marred hands slowly reaching for the underside of your jaw. You shivered when his fingers touched your skin, your eyes fluttered and let out a small breath. The tips of Stephen's fingers went to brush your hair away from the side of your face and tuck it behind your ear before grabbing your jaw with his whole hand.

He jutted it to the side so you were staring at him, eyes meeting eyes in the most heinous of dazes. Intensity dialed up to a max. You let the moment settle before turning your body to completely face his. His lips were dangerously close to yours, sweet hot breath fanning against each others faces and the tips of noses lightly touching. The flutter of your curled lashes was only fanning the flame.

‘’You're still bleeding.’’ You stated deadpan.

‘’Let it bleed.’’

Your lips met his harshly, something about a hard brutal kiss was delighfully cathartic and freeing. Your eyes screwed shut when you opened your mouth for him to taste at, his hands tangled in your hair and pulled indelicately, his hold on you was anything but polite and it made you that much more aroused. He was hanging from your lips like honey on the vine, nectar of the Gods.

Your movements were over in quick hot flashes when you ultimately landed on his lap and nestled yourself between his impossibly beautiful thighs, his hands spent no time getting to the span of your back to feel your goosebump littered skin. The way you bit his bottom lip and tugged it back proved you needed to fucked by him: hard.

‘’Make me yours.’’ You ghosted against his lips. You hung your head back and looked at him wantonly in his enchanting eyes. ‘’Fuck me and make me yours. Take all of this...anger...out on me if you have to.’’

You didn't need to repeat yourself.

Stephen threw you on his bed as if you were his own personal rag doll, you gasp was too late to be registered when he was already between your thighs. Your breath was sweet and your eyes were filled with quiet desperation, his might was clear when he tore apart your top with his bare hands and discarded it to the other side of the room. His glare darkened when he pulled down your pants and underwear, the fabric quite literally ripped in his hands. You were about to melt for his neediness for you.

He'd had a violent evening, and all he wanted was to feel good with someone who wanted to share that violence with him. You were here, begging for him to take everything out on you- he'd hold you and stroke your hair after he was finished with making you feel so good tears were leaking down you face.

‘’I can take it.’’ You hushed agaisnt his skin. You were going feral for him already. ‘’I just want to feel you.’’

You were clinging onto him like ivy, the pain scarred on his body was incomparible for the pleasure he feels with you now. The testosterone he was feeling in his body was insurmountable- he needed to be inside you right now.

Your body was magnificent and he would worship it like a temple, you were a goddess for a lack of better words. Stephen's mouth found you neck and he kissed down the column of you neck to the valley of your tits. He was drunk through the scent of your arousal, so sweet and sugary, like honey off his tongue.

‘’Stephen, touch me.’’ You whined. He hung his head up to gawk at you.

‘’No. You touch yourself, baby.’’

You exhaled, eyebrows knitted in tense pleasure as he took your hand and dragged it down the length of your body until you reached home. Your fingers found your wetness and his thinned eyes watched intently as you began swiping at your pussy. Stephen hadn't felt this alive in so long.

The look of pleasure written on your face was beautiful and he wish he could have it framed on his desk. Stephen took your wrist and held it back up to your face.

‘’Suck for me.’’He grunted at you like an animal, you took your fingers in your mouth and tasted yourself. You saw shattered starlight in your peripheral with every swirl of your tongue, you let the digits go with a pop and Stephen's mouth hungrily met yours again. Your fingers tangled in his hair and he groaned into your mouth once you pulled at his dark roots.

‘’I want you...all of you.’’ You struggled out through moans.

Stephen tugged his pants and boxers down and met with your wet entrance, swiping up and down with all the arousal you were so generous to offer him. All for him and only him. Jesus Christ, you were sure his cock would split you in half.

He pushed himself inside of you and you could feel him pulsate, you clung onto him but he took your wrists and pinned them back down to the bed, his hold on you was ironlike. Your loud moans were bouncing off of the walls with every stroke, you were recoiling with every jut. His kiss and subsequent bite of your jaw was making you lose sight of everything and anything.

‘'How do you feel baby?'’ He asked with a death defining smirk on his face, he knew he was being condescending, he knew you couldn't spit out the words or string along a coherent sentence.

‘'I.. feel...so good.'’ You spluttered out finally.

‘’How good?’’

‘‘So…fucking good.’’

You were sure you were about to lose it when you began tightening around him, gawking up at him with lust filled eyes and a thundering heart.

Stephen couldn't remember the last time he didn't overachieve.

"’Oh my fucking God.'’ You felt your chest cave with every brutal stroke and slap on your ass, he was sure he left a warm pink palm print on your backside and it wasn't going to go away anytime soon.

You were on that sharp curve of the precipice, so close to the edge of that aching pleasure you were desperate for and with one final thrust you came undone around him, so quick in the way you gushed all of your silent frustration out on him. Stephen took your mouth to yours as he groaned into it when he came inside of you.

His head met with your chest as you panted into the cool midnight air.

Your skin was so warm and radiant, glowing from within like a goddess dripping with eternal and personified sunlight. Stephen kissed your cheek before rolling off of you and taking you in his arms, the throes of passion the night called was almost fictitious. Neither of you were talking, he just held you tightly and stroked your hair. You gripped onto him like this was the last time you'd ever feel yourself in this position.

You were scared he was going to tell you to leave and forget about all of it when morning comes, he on the otherhand was envisioning what flowers he needed to get you tomorrow to thank you for doing this for him.

For staying with him. Letting him hold you. Making him feel he has something to come home to.

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ending was super rushed but fuck it we ball 🫶 love ya. send me requests babies x

[animeyanderelover]

Hi Can I Order a Request for Naruto, Yandere Samui Hcs, I wish she had a little bit of a spotlight. Please

God, I always get suprised when people ask for people from the big Naruto cast that were featured in only few episodes. Naruto has a lot of characters though so I'm on the other hand not really shocked anymore.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, stalking, obsession, manipulation

Yandere Samui Hc's

⚪️Literally no one knows that Samui has fallen in love with someone and the lady herself doesn't even seem to realize this at first. Surprisingly enough she herself doesn't take notice of her romantic interest either despite her rather observant and perceptive personality. Her overall stoic expression and the fact that she isn't very talkative give people like her darling such a hard time to read her in the first place and with no one to tell her about her feelings, Samui has to figure everything out on her own. She knows that she cares but doesn't think of it as romantic when her eyes always go to you when you enter the room or how you pop up at the most random and critical times in her head. What can be mentioned though is that she has a great amount of self-control and never does anything unnecessary which is why she's someone who flies with her obsession perfectly under the radar.

⚪️She has a great memory when it comes to her darling and mixing that with her overall serious and mature attitude, she is rather effective when it comes to manipulating her darling. You know she's never joking about anything so when she tells you something, you're bound to listen to her and give her words some thoughts. It's all about the timing too and Samui is scarily accurate to manipulate you slightly when she knows that you're emotionally in a position where you're bound to take her words seriously. It isn't like she's super-manipulative or anything but she's definitely good in moments she does. Unable to express her feelings in words or acting in the beginning at all on them, she's mostly observing you from the distance at first. Once she knows of her true feelings, she knows that she will has to do something.

⚪️The very thing that ends up giving her hints about her real emotions towards you ends up being unironically enough her jealousy. Tracking down Samui's jealousy is overall difficult since she doesn't change her facial expression. In fact she just stands at the sidelines at first and watches simply because she doesn't want to act on impulse and potentially embarrass herself. At first the woman is additionally confused about the sour feeling bubbling up inside her stomach when she sees other people being affectionate around you or you being really sweet to someone. She waits it out in most cases simply to see how the situation will develop before she suddenly steps, in most cases startling you and your companion since neither of you noticed her before. She musters your companion with a slightly more pointed stare and might deliever a short jab with her cold words if they did something that especially annoyed her.

⚪️I don't see her as the kind of person who would kill people left and right for the pettiest things, she is someone with great responsibility and far too self-restrained. The Raikage sees Samui because of her mature personality as capable and trusts her a lot so that's one thing to consider. Samui isn't one who lets emotions get to her head either, an infuriated Samui is cold and calculating, observing and yet careful to find the best move to make. Killing or hurting someone deadly are her last resorts but that shouldn't mean that opponents should underestimate her. In most cases sharp warnings are sufficient enough to keep someone away who is tormenting her darling.

⚪️Ignoring the fact that she needs eternities to confess to you in a rather blunt and not exactly romantic way, Samui isn't forceful at all. Occasionally you might be treated with her scolding since she can be rather stern when you did something rather foolish she thought you'd know better not to do. Otherwise she doesn't restrict you or feels the need to observe your daily life that closely since she gives you the benefit of her full trust. Kidnapping you would come with too much problems and risks in her mind so she refrains from it for those reasons already.

⚪️Her darker side doesn't establish fully unless you would try to leave her or unless someone is out for your head in which case you realize why the Raikage sees her as such a skilled and capable shinobi. She's ruthless and persistent but never gives you or an opponent the pleasure of seeing her cracking. It's usually the complete opposite because she's the one who stays calm and watches her target slowly losing it because of her. Samui doesn't make big news out of it when she's in a relationship with you and isn't much affectionate in public so it ends up surprising her brother, her teammates and the Raikage when they figure out through you that she's your girlfriend.

[ryuichirou]

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More replies~ Not a lot today…

Anonymous asked:

In that vegan powers fanart, i really thought the corn was something else,,,

Don’t worry, Anon, I’m sure that that corn (and all the other vegetables in Todd’s super vegan form) are multifunctional!

Anonymous asked:

“Ortho is a top because he is MEEEEEEEEE and I want to fuck Idia hence he is a bottom” this made me think how i often wonder if i kin Idia because i relate to him in many things, but especially and more often on how i think his brother is hot

(the quote is from this post, and it sounds absolutely batshit insane out of context omfg 😭)

Anon!! I didn’t expect that punchline LOL preach!! The most relatable thing about the Shrouds is how crazy they are for each other, I agree. Absolutely shameless.

In all honesty, the role of relatability (for the characters in general or the feelings they have for other characters) plays a role in shipping, even though a lot of times it’s a subconscious thing. It’s not always the case, of course.

Anonymous asked:

Baby by Charli XCX gives major Azul vibes, just saying…

I always knew Azul was a dangerous femme fatale…

Anonymous asked:

After I played book 6 of twisted wonderland, I was listening to Self-Love by Coi Leray on repeat to torment myself. Are there any song that you relate to Idia?

What a way to torment yourself, that’s too emotionally cruel :( Sad post-book-6 vibes…

I don’t really have any specific song that I strongly relate to him, but I catch myself thinking “heh it’s Idia” sometimes. One example of a song with this type of association would be “Ghosts” from the game Night in the Woods.

You're still here

I think I'm fine

I found the stars

But I lost my mind

Where do we go

If we're not together?

Everything sucks

Forever. 💪😔

Anonymous asked:

If post chapter 5 Epel was sent back to the beginning of the school year, do you think he would try and mess with Vil a bit?

“Mess” as in “hint on what’s going to happen”? I’m not sure if I understood you correctly, sorry.

It depends on whether or not Epel knows the rules of the time travel and that even a minor change could affect the events of the future in a very drastic way; and knowing Epel, he probably doesn’t lol So I think it depends on whether he feels like being a little brat that day. He’d still get his ass kicked, though.

Anonymous asked:

Here's a pairing I stumbled across while looking for fics to read - Crewel x Vil's dad. Thoughts? Opinions?

You know what? It could be possible; I can picture Crewel knowing some high profile people, so he could meet Eric at some event. They could have nice potential. But since we don’t really know much about Vil’s dad, I can’t really dive any deeper into that.

But Eric intrigues me very much, it’s a shame we haven’t seen a lot of him :(

Anonymous asked:

I could see Phoenix and crew expecting Riddle to be condescending towards Trucy since he does real magic while Trucy does stage magic, but instead he really enjoys Trucy's shows. If Ace is part of the Wright Anything Agency,  he'll be like "Oh yeah, we were in the same dorm in school and he acted just like this whenever I did simple card tricks for him. 😈" which results in Ace getting collared.

(this is related to the idea of Riddle being an Ace Attorney Prosecutor and Ace being an attorney in the same au)

Don’t ruin his stoic unbreakable image, Ace!! Well, I guess it was already ruined by Riddle loving Trucy’s magic tricks lol This is honestly very sweet. I really like this side of Riddle, and of course it would be Trucy’s tricks that would make it show. Wait, doesn’t she have some underwear tricks? I’m not sure if Riddle is ready for these ones.

+ Damn, Riddle can collar people in this universe too? That shouldn’t be surprising to be honest… Considering all the other mystical and magical stuff this franchise has…

[thefirstknife]

I'm so tired of this. I can't reply directly because people on this website can't handle being told they're wrong, but I'm gonna use this as an opportunity to tell people why Zavala's nightmare is the way it is.

First of all, learn what words mean. "Fridging" does not mean "someone's wife died" nor does it mean "a female character died." This isn't the first (nor the last) time I'm seeing this line of thinking.

Second, a trope is just a literary device. Tropes exist in every story. Tropes are not bad things by default. The trope with Zavala is not "fridging" it's a trope about an immortal in love with a mortal. Honestly, this type of a story is severely lacking in Destiny considering the plot of Destiny hinges on immortal people with superpowers living with ordinary humans. You'd think it would happen more often.

Zavala's wife was a mortal woman. She was bound to die of old age eventually, if not before due to the dangers of being an ordinary human in the Destiny universe. We'll learn more about her and their relationship as the season progresses: we have an entire lore book (Triage) to read, at least two missions with Zavala dealing with the nightmare as Crow currently is and yes, I know an out of context cutscene has been datamined ahead of time and out of order from the story. I haven't seen it and don't plan to see it until it's in the game in the proper order in the story.

To understand why Zavala's nightmare isn't some grand event or war, we must understand what Nightmares are.

They are personal nightmares. They are unique to every person specifically to maximise the torment afflicted upon the person. A grand event or a war does not depend on one person alone. The blame for a failed attack on the Moon can be shared between people and is therefore not nightmare material. Individual events can manifest as nightmares (entire Shadowkeep campaign with Eris and nightmares of her fireteam), but not some nebulous "failure of the Vanguard."

From a meta perspective, you can more easily make a manifestation of a person for Zavala to argue with, than a manifestation of the concept of failing at a war.

Zavala's nightmare in particular is a story that has been hinted at back over a year ago, in Season of the Splicer, when we first learned that he has very well hidden traumas. He's a Vanguard Commander: he must appear impersonal and strong and stoic and detached. To see him vulnerable over something that doesn't revolve around saving the City from apocalypse is rare and unique. He doesn't get time for himself. It's been a consistent element in his story for years now, reiterated most recently last season when even Caiatl tells him he has to learn when to rest.

Over the last two years (since he came back into focus during Season of the Worthy, but more broadly, ever since the Red War) we've seen a steady development of Zavala's character arc. He's becoming more and more burdened by the failures and losses that rest on his shoulders: the one and only time the City fell in the Red War, Cayde's death, losing friends like Sloane and Asher, inability to stop the Darkness from advancing, or to stop the Hive from messing with us from within. The threats are growing and he's been consistently shown as more and more distraught, restless, unable to sleep and relax. He's had arguments with his closest friends and allies, disagreements and battles, AND he had to deal with people he trusted not trusting him (re: Crow's identity).

And yet, there's one thing he had in all that time that's only his. The memories of a family he had and could've had. The one thing that can't be taken away and tainted or lost.

Until now. The Darkness deliberately seeks out your most vulnerable points to strike and cause psychological torment and trauma. It extracted Zavala's most well kept secret and regret and fear and it's using it to haunt him in a way nothing else could haunt him. That's what the Darkness does.

Similarly, Saint-14 told Crow that he doesn't want to go to the Moon because he knows his nightmare will be Osiris. Not Six Fronts, or Twilight Gap, or his crusade against the Eliksni. Nothing so big. Osiris. The nightmare of his deepest fears and regrets about the man he loves and who, he thinks, may never wake up again.

And Caiatl as well. Her nightmare isn't the fall of Torobatl. It's Ghaul. Her former friend and ally who helped her dethrone and exile her father and then turned his back on her and led armies into certain doom chasing the idea of having the Traveler, leaving Torobatl with weakened defenses. It's not even Umun'arath who got corrupted by the Hive. It's Ghaul. Ghaul is more personal to Caiatl, as can be seen from the lore tabs where it shows that she trained and learned with and from him.

Zavala being openly exposed and vulnerable like this is a bigger source of trauma than anything else. Everyone knows the City fell in the Red War and it's not Zavala's fault, nor is it his fault the Great Disaster happened. Most of all, Zavala knows this. He knows that it's not his fault, deep down, no matter how much burden he puts on himself.

But his very personal story about a woman he loved and who he knew he would outlive? Something he clearly doesn't share with even his closest friends? The nightmare of THAT regret, a regret that lets other people see his most closely guarded secrets?

Yeah, that's what the Darkness wants. That's why his nightmare is Safiyah.

A year ago, op of this post also posted against the story of Zavala having had a wife, claiming that Bungie should "delete the wife." The explanation after I commented was that she didn't get any lore and is just a memory that Zavala has in one lore tab. To which I replied that yeah, it's the first time she's been mentioned. She'll get lore in due time. I was called an "optimist" which I still don't understand because this is how Bungie has been delivering lore since Destiny's inception.

Lo and behold, she is now getting lore. There's a whole lore book we have to unlock over the next 8 weeks or so, as well as missions about her and Zavala and apparently a cutscene.

So now the goalpost is shifted to "lore about her is bad and she is fridged."

It's really easy to just say you don't like something in canon because you have personal headcanons otherwise, instead of trying to desperately justify your dislike and make it seem objective. It's really not objective.

And it's also an incorrect interpretation of Destiny's story. Which is understandable, there's a lot going on and many players may have missed certain seasons and storylines. I'm happy to help anyone who needs an update.

I'm just so very tired of people who have clearly missed information putting negative and incorrect shit with confidence and authority in the main tag. Not to mention the misuse of the concept of tropes and the "fridging" trope in particular. You gotta watch media analysis that isn't cinemasins my dudes.

Obligatory disclaimer: if I end up being wrong and the whole lore book is unlocked and the missions are out and the cutscene is out and it all sucks ass, well, I'll be damned! It happens, congratulations to people who saw it coming, I'll be booboo the fool. Also don't harass people obviously.

[arctic-hands]

I love slice of life stories and I still read YA and such from time to time, but damn it all if this slice of life light novel I'm reading doesn't reawaken the feelings of loneliness I had as a teenager

Don't get me wrong, I do like the story and I'm already on the second book of the series and I only started reading the first book three weeks ago. It's really cute and I'm told the later books will blow my fucking mind. But relating to the characters reminds me that sometimes I wish I was as bad a kid as everyone dismissed me as so I could have hung out with the other "bad kids" or something instead of feeling so shut out from them along with everyone else bc I was too nervous of the teachers' and admin's perception of me that wouldn't have changed no matter what I did bc for them it was more important to torment the sick kid into dropping out than have the attendance record fucked up by my constant absences

Like I can't imagine myself smoking in the bathroom with the "delinquents" or drinking or anything like that bc I knew even then I was sensible enough to know I was sick enough already, but I feel like I should have made as much hell as I was perceived as making just by existing quietly, rather than taking it all in stoic silence. Maybe even intentionally skip school and go somewhere calmer or more fun with friends bc it's not like it would have mattered anyway when they were sending truancy officers to my house threatening to drag me off the toilet and arrest me when I took too long for their liking. I wish I did have those bad influences to be bolder and even be the slightest menace just because I was screwed no matter what I did.

Or something. idk. At least I would have had friends even if we did do stupid shit and get in trouble for it

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Hello! I just read some of your fics and it was very well written, would you mind writing lee Todooroki and lers mineta + denki? hehe

Do me a favor

Some stuff happened today and am feeling sad, so why not write my sadness away ;D

Anyways, hello! Tysm for the req. and for feeding my lee Todoroki obsessed brain. Denki is also one of my faves (were both degenerates and share the same braincell LMAO) so I got excited when you requested him, but I was honestly a bit surprised seeing someone request Mineta. I'm assuming the fandom still hates him excessively lol. But sadly for this fic I will not be writing him as I don't have the braincells to write for more than two characters atm, but I still wanted to fill this out as I could use some lee Todoroki in my life :)

Hope you enjoy :]

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Todoroki x Denki (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Denki

Warnings: Tickles!

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"Todoroki! Just the guy I was looking for!" cheered out Denki as he strutted into the student dorm's living room, where Todoroki was casually lounging at. He gave him a soft hum to let him know he had his attention. "I have a favor to ask. Could I pretty please with a cherry on top copy your homework?!".

"Why? Can't you do it yourself?" Shoto asked in his usual stoic tone.

"This is a life or death situation, please! I'll do anything!" the blonde got on his hands and knees, trying to be as dramatic as possible. But Shoto didn't budge at all, instead he focused his attention onto the tv. Once Denki saw that his approach wasn't going to work he decided to play a little dirty. "Fine then, I'll have to take drastic meassures instead~" he teased as he threateningly wiggled his fingers at Todoroki. His eyes widened but before he could bolt on out of there Denki had already pounced on him. Pinning him down onto the sofa.

"W-wahait! We can tahalk about this!" nervous giggles spilled out of Shoto's lips as an awkward smile formed on his face.

"Less talking and more laughing!" Denki started massaging his thumbs along Shoto's hipbones.

"PFFT! AHAHAHA! N-NAHAT THAHAHAT!" Todoroki threw his head back as he cackled loudly. His eyes instantly squeezed shut as his cheeks grew flushed.

"Y'know what you have to do to make it stop~" Denki smirked evily as he playfully spidered his fingers up and down Todoroki's sides. The poor half n half hero tried his best to curl up on himself as the bubbliest giggles came out of him.

"Ahahahahaha! N-nohoho!".

"No?? Then I guess I'll just have to keep going~" teased the blonde as he vibrated his clawed hand against Shoto's tummy.

"GAH! NAHAT THEHEHERE! AHAHAHAHA!" Todoroki squealed in delight as he weakly grabbed onto Denki's wrist. Seeing as he got a good reaction, the electric hero kept tormenting the sensitive spot.

"Aww tiicki ticki tickle~" the teasing caused Todoroki to squeal once more, his face was fully flushed at this point.

"WAHAHAIT! PLEHEHEAHAHAHA!" he would try to talk but only his loud laughter would come out of his mouth.

Seeing as he was getting desperate, Denki slowed down his fingers. Opting to draw random patterns along his tummy and sides. "So...changed your mind~?".

"Ehehehe! I-I'll hehehelp you with yohour homewohork okahay?!" poor Todoroki did his best to speak through his uncontrollable giggles. Even the soft touches tickled a lot.

"Really?! You mean it?!!" Denki asked like an excited 'lil pup, wagging his invisible tail.

"Y-yeheah! Just stahahap plehease!".

"Oops, sorry!" the blonde quickly got off of him "but seriously, thank you so much! You're a lifesaver!" he couldn't help but tackle Shoto into a hug of gratitude before dragging him off into his room. It's safe to assume that Denki managed to get a good grade in his work, all thanks to Todoroki of course.

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This was a nice distraction. I feel pretty good about this fic :)

As I was looking for a picture to place I suddenly remembered that scene where Todoroki calls himself the hand crusher and now I can't stop thinking about it xD. I swear Todoroki is peak comedian. That and 'my name is not 5 weenies' will forever live in my mind rent free.