#but his obsessivness?

[redlips-blooddrops-deux]

Kamui usually did what Lilith told him to do. He was the type that just did whatever he wanted, not caring what others thought. But he respected her enough to listen if she didn't want him to do something.

And that was fine. There was never any problems. Unless men tried flirting with her. Kamui didn't like that. He knew Lilith was loyal but that wasn't the issue, he just didn't like others trying their luck with her.

Lilith was his everyone should know that. No matter how hard he'd try to control himself, Kamui would still get overwhelmingly pissed off if he witnessed it.

When he came along with her to meet up with someone, he was forced to endure that. Kamui couldn't handle it, and at that point his hand ended up right through the guy. Leaving a hole in him. Body collapsed upon him retracting his hand, blood had splattered everywhere as well.

Kamui just smiled at the object of affections though, "Sorry. I know you wouldn't betray me but I still...."

His bloodied hand went ahead and grabbed Lilith's, pulling her closer. "I don't like guys talking to you like that." Kamui got a little pouty.

"Only I should say those type of things to you. You're mine.... Mine...." He huffed with annoyance,

"I'm not sharing you with anyone."

Watching the body drop just like a cut-down tree, she barely flinched. One gets used to the sight of dead bodies when that sort of thing is part of their daily life. Lilith embraced death, and luckily for dear Lapin, this man was her target anyway, but she might have to scold Kamui a bit for rushing in too fast.

However, his obsessive reasoning was all too adorable to her.

When he held her with a blood-soaked hand and said those words, ignoring where they were, and the blades pointed at them, her expression softened and she smiled down at him fondly. "Mon dieu, whatever shall I do with you darling? " she purred stroking his cheek, scraping his skin with her nails ever so slightly.

"Then make sure I stay yours for as long as possible love, how about we take care of this mess first~? " grinning wide she nudges her head in the direction of several bodyguards who escorted the unfortunate fool who tried to woo her.

Good thing she only needs one strong man by her side~

[tamariasykes-art]

Random Vesper Sexuality Headcanons

V.I Freud: He distinguishes between two types of people. Bad pilots and good pilots. If someone is part of the latter group then the changes for them to catch Freud's interest are still low unless they actually manage to give him a interesting fight. Once someone does catch his interest tho, they better run because he isn't going to let them go anytime soon. He also has an on and off relationship with Snail.

V.II Snail: He is bi as in bitter old men. In his younger years he actually had a few relationship but none of them lasted too long due to him prioritizing his work more and more. Sometimes if he is frustrated enough he gets freaky with Freud, but that is the barest minimum of human contact he can handle.

V.III O'Keeffe: He was in a close relationship with Middle Flatwell when the latter was still working for Schneider. It has been years since they went their separated ways but for O'Keeffe, there is no that makes him feel like Flatwell made him feel. No one else can fill the void in his heart. (He is not over him)

V.IV Rusty: Rusty always loves 621/ Raven. No matter in what time, not matter their gender, not matter what they look like, one thing always stays the same; Rusty adores 621.

V.V Hawkins: He doesn't have a set preference. What he cares about in a partner is a kind heart and mutual understanding. Since he became the leader of the Vespers fifth squad, most of his time has been consumed by work and he hasn't had a chance to meet people. Luckily, one of his fellow vespers would be all to happy to help him relief some of his frustrations.

V.VI Maeterlinck: She takes her work very seriously and believes a relationship would be nothing but a distraction. You wonder whether or not she is likes men or woman? She's wondering why you would waste her time with such a pointless inquiry.

V.VII Swinburne: Similarly to Maeterlinck, he doesn't bother with such trivial things as 'relationships'. And even if he tried, he would probably drive away any possible partner with his attitude. After his re-education however he gets weak in the knees as soon as someone is even remotely nice to him.

V.VIII Pater: He likes men. Especially if they are older than him. And his superior. And hard to get. He also has been spending a lot of times with V.V Hawkins lately.

[mintmatcha]

-ownership

cw: cisfem reader. it's smut, but a little sad if you squint, but still smut. piv sex, biting, bruising. Just a lil drabble i reworked lol.

He smells like someone else's soap, a bleak reminder that, even when he's under you, Togame Jo is never truly yours.

His glasses are tossed aside on to the floor, open and face down, so there is nothing to obstruct his heavy lidded gaze and it's deep, green grasp. His sweatshirt is pushed up just enough for you to get a glimpse of where his happy trail ends and his pants are still around one leg, planted on the floor. The other leg is tucked up on the couch behind you, pressed against your ass to keep you in place. You're just far enough above him that he can't quite sink his cock in, instead just clumsily fisting it through your petals, through the mixture of your wetness and his precum.

"Come on now," he says. "Don't make me beg."

But he is begging. His body betrays his nonchalant attitude. His free hand digs into the flesh of your thigh, his downward turned lips part with a want laden breath. You swear there's even the hint of a wrinkle between his brows, the ghost of agony-

"Come on-" Togame's hands both travel up, tracing over your lower back is short, desperate movements. They settle on the small of your waist, squeezing in tiny, rough bursts. "Babe."

You shake your head and he groans, slamming his head back into the arm of the couch. The still wet tendrils of his hair are starting to curl around the base of his neck. His desperation fuels you. You curve your spin and cup your tits, putting on as pretty a show as you can muster, just for him.

"Maybe I want you to beg for it."

"Fuckin', god, come'ere."

You expect him to pull you down, to force you to sit on to his cock, but instead, he jerks you forward. The surprise knocks you on to your hands, and he scoops forward, catching your lips against his. The kiss is deep, breathless, and feral, teeth bumping against your bottom lip as he dips in for more. The hot press of tongue against yours steals your resistance; you fumble below you, fingers closing around his cock as you guide it inside you.

He open-mouth moans into the kiss when the resistance gives and he sinks inside. Togame reflexively bucks up into you, deep enough that you squeal from the sensation.

"That's it." He falls back, still gripping your waist. He uses the connection to guide how you move; he likes a little bounce, just enough that your tits jiggle, not enough that his cock falls out. His eyes flicker between your chest and face, always looking down his hooked nose with a soft, smarmy satisfaction. "That's my fuckin' girl."

The strain on 'my' makes your chest ache-- and your pussy clench around him.

"Yeah, you like being my girl." Togame says, relaxed despite how his cock twitches. "My girl, my pretty fuckin' thing, dripping down my balls, take what you need-"

The grey of his sweatshirt is damped with sweat: yours and his. You ride until your thighs quiver from the effort, until your core is molten and tight with want and the squeeze of his palms somehow burns hotter-

"Slow down, lemme enjoy this." Jo grits out, even though he's the one who's been urging you faster and faster. "Wanna enjoy my baby all night."

You lean back against his thigh again and catch your breath. "Do you say sweet things to all of your girls?"

The humor drains from Jo's face.

"Oi." He sits up too, pressing on to his elbows. He's quick to snatch your chin in his grasp. "The fuck does that mean?"

Those green, green eyes find yours.

"Hurts my feelings, yeah?" He tilts his head to the side when you look away. "When I say my baby, I mean it. My baby. Just one."

His voice is soft enough that you believe him.

But when he dips in to kiss you again, he still smells like someone else's shampoo. You try to focus on anything else: how he ruts up into you lazily, how his breath still tastes of oranges from earlier, how he hums a happy little note when you kiss back.

You want him. Sexually. Obsessively. Solely. You pull away from him and drag your lips down to his neck. His adam's apple bobs against your cheek as you suck a hickey into the side of his neck.

"Aw, shit." Jo's back arches up at the pain and you only suck harder, adding the hint of teeth along with it. "Haaa, okaaay-"

When you inspect your work, the skin is mottled and red, broken capillaries are blossoming: proof that you're been there. The muscles below are tensed as he sucks in jagged breath after jagged breath. Your teeth ache to sink in again, so you do, leaning into the other side of his neck greedily.

"Yeah, do it again. Make it fuckin' trashy." His voice is is low and airy. "Mark me up good, own me."

When you hollow your cheeks, he whines high, arms crossing around your back to hold you tight.

"Yeah, that's my fuckin' girl."

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Hvitserk would include:

He is fiercely protective of his beloved. His love is like a raging fire, burning bright and hot. If anyone were to harm or threaten you, he would not hesitate to unleash a fierce attack. He would go to any lengths to protect you, even if it meant hurting himself. However, he also can have a very soft and gentle side when it comes to you. He would be very gentle and loving towards you, cherishing you with his every breath.

Well, if you consider the fact that he is a 10th-century Viking, a pretty strange experience most likely. He might take you on a boat trip to raid and pillage a village, as one of his way of showing affection.

Dating him is like having the best time of your life. He's great with making the person he's dating feel important and special in every way possible. He is also a good listener and can hold an engaging conversation about anything you want to talk about. He's also very loyal and would never cheat or lie to the person he's dating. Plus he knows how to have a good time and he's always up for trying new things. And he's not too shabby in the looks department either, if I do say so myself.

He's a very caring and loving man who is protective of his person and would never allow you to come to harm. He is also very loyal and faithful, always remaining faithful to you no matter what. He is very caring and will always be there for his partner when you need it, doing his best to support and comfort you. He is also a very passionate man, who shows his love to his partner in many different ways. He also becomes a very affectionate man.

He is very open and honest with you. He believes in communication and being able to talk openly and honestly about your feelings and thoughts. He is always there to listen to and to help you with any problems that you may have. He is also a very romantic man and will always come up with creative and special ways to show his love for his partner. He is not afraid to show his emotions or to express how much he cares for you.

Being in a relationship with him is like being protected by a fierce warrior who is soft and loving at the same time. His love is strong and sincere. He would do everything in his power for you and protect you with his life. He is very territorial especially when it comes to you and is not afraid of showing you or those around his possession. He can also be very possessive and would need reassurance every time you go out. He becomes very jealous because he is scared of losing you.

Well, he's a man who's very strong and can be very dominant, so you better know how to stay in your place. When he is not angry he's quite kind, and he also likes to play around with the people he likes, although that often involves teasing you and saying a few dirty things. But if you ever want to make him jealous you only have to flirt with other men or spend enough time away from him. But you better not try it too much.

When it comes to dating him, you can expect a lot of attention. He's quite possessive and obsessive, so he likes to keep his partner close by his side at all times. He can also be quite clingy and needy, but this is all because he's so deeply committed to your relationship. He wants you to feel safe, secure and loved.

Dating him can be both a blessing and a curse. While he is extremely loyal, loving, and supportive, he can also be a bit overprotective and jealous. His love for you is intense and all-encompassing, so much so that he wants you to be completely his. This can sometimes lead to arguments when his partner wants to spend time with other people. But ultimately, dating him is like having a constant source of love and warmth in your life.

Dating him can be exciting and fulfilling. He's a very loyal and loving partner who will go above and beyond for those he cares about. He's also very possessive and protective, and he's not afraid to show it. He's very protective of his partner's safety and well-being. He can also be quite obsessive and has a tendency to get wrapped up in the person he's with. He's very romantic and passionate, and he loves showing his affection both physically and emotionally.

If you manage to catch his attention, you're in for a treat. At first, he'll be distant but always polite. When he likes you, and if you're worthy of it, he'll be possessive, obsessive, loving, and protective. At times he might even become quite jealous. He'll make time for you. Take you on dates that mean something. Tell you everything you want and need to know. The only downside is he is a bit clingy and requires a fair amount of attention.

He might be intense at times, but it would never be boring. He would always keep you on your toes and keep you guessing what he would do next. He would shower you with love and affection, but he would also keep you on your toes with his protectiveness and possessiveness. You would find that he is thoughtful and romantic but also strict and possessive. Dating him would be a roller coaster of emotions, but one that you would never want to end.

As a partner, he would be constantly expressing his love for you in both words and gestures. He would shower you with gifts and compliments, and always be there to support you and cheer you on. He would also do his best to fulfill your needs and desires, both physically and emotionally. In return, you would find that he tries to be a patient, understanding, and forgiving individual. He would always work to resolve conflicts in a calm and mature manner and would value the bond that you share above all else.

He would show affection in many ways. He would provide support and comfort when you needed it. He would cook for you, write you letters and texts, and surprise you with thoughtful gifts. He would make sure to listen to you and be present in your life. When possible, he would also shower you with physical affection, hugs, and kisses. He would take time out of his day to make you feel loved and appreciated.

Some of his favorite kinks involve showing off his body and being admired by you. He enjoys feeling desired and sexy, and he gets a thrill from knowing that you find him attractive.

He likes to be dominant in the bedroom. He enjoys being the one in control and dictating the pace and intensity of the action. He likes to be the one who takes the lead and gives you orders. However, he also likes to be submissive at times and let you take control. He enjoys switching roles and experimenting with different dynamics, all to ensure the most enjoyable and pleasurable experience for both of you.

He enjoys exploring your body and finding new ways to please you. He likes to find your sensitive spots and use them to slowly and sensually build up the tension until you are begging for release. He also likes to use toys and other tools to enhance the experience for both of you. He wants to explore and try new and exciting things, and he gets a thrill from seeing his partner being swept up in the moment. He wants you both to achieve ultimate pleasure in all of your sensual encounters.

If you are into it, he is open to experimenting and trying new things. As far as sex positions go, he is open to trying different positions and finding he has no problem with hitting it from behind.

He enjoys using toys and other accessories to enhance your sexual experience. He finds it exhilarating to experiment with different toys and outfits, and he enjoys seeing your reaction when you try something new.

He also enjoys role-playing and pretending to be different characters, as it makes sex more fun and interesting. He wants your sexual relationship to be playful, creative, and entertaining as well as satisfying and physically stimulating.

He enjoys both romantic and wild, animalistic sex. In romantic sex, he loves to have a deep, emotional connection with you and to show his love through intimacy. In more animalistic sex, he likes to be wild and impulsive, letting go of his inhibitions and simply enjoying the pleasure of the moment.

He likes to explore different positions and fetishes with you, and he enjoys switching between being in control and being submissive. Most importantly, he wants to make sure that you are satisfied and have a pleasurable experience.

[grazieschillivera]

Longing curses 1/5

-His new target -

General Summary: When Tom finds the diary of Salazar Slytherin he finds out that he and Helga Hufflepuff shared a special relationsship. Under this influence Tom becomes keen to find a suitable partner for himself who lets him expercience such feelings like his ancestor did. But it takes more than some charming words to win a Hufflepuff, Tom figures some tricks will do. Chapter Summary: With an little trick Tom gets you to talk to him. You both share a day at a pub and get to know each other before the reality catches up on you again. Word count: 2414 Warning/tags: fluff; obsessiv behaviour, manipulation Authors note: This is a fantasy, I don't support manipulation, exclusion etc. at all + I suck at proof reading

Toms fingers traced around the pages of his book that made his thoughts bend to you for a while now. Who would have thought that Salazar Slytherin had shared a special relationship with Helga Hufflepuff. His dairies only hinted about it but the feelings he had and the strenght he expierenced from it stood cleary in the lines. There was no heir of Helga Hufflepuff, this family tree had found an end but nevertheless Tom longed for someone he could relife his ancestors feeling with. You and Tom were barely familiar with one another, at least officially. His charms always worked on the people, thanks to them he always got what he wanted. He just needed a good starting point. You were often busy or surrended by all your friends, Tom waited for a good moment that never came. It seemed that fate had no wish to bring you both together, once Tom realized that he saw himself forced to take more action.

✧ ⊹ I ✧ ⊹

,,Tom may I have a word with you?'' you asked when you stood infront of him in the dinning hall. His eyes went up from the book he read while having breakfast, his gaze filled with the usual seriousness he had on. ,,Professor Beery allows us to attend this expert talk in Lodon he briefly mentioned last week. I talked to him and he said he would prefer it if I would go with a companion since no one else was interested to go'' you said while observing his facial features, a shadow of a smile crossed his lips. ,,What do you want me to do about that Y/N?'' asked Tom making you use your words more precisely, savouring your nervous being.

,,I figured it would convince Professor Beery if I would go with a person the teachers trusted. So I thought maybe you would like to go to the expert talk with me. Arent you also interested in herbology?'' you asked hopefully. ,,Herbology isn't one of my N.E.W.Ts subjects'' said Tom but it seemed that he hasn't declined your request. ,,But I bet potions is. It could be of advantage, I even sponsor a butterbeer after it, my treat'' you said with your best puppy gaze. ,,How did you figure that out?'' Tom wanted to know bending back on his bench. ,,Its a tough subject and you seem quite persistent'' you said with an unsure smile and you could swear Tom would have returned it if not so many people would look at you. Especially the gazes from his

friends that sat beside him made you a bit uncomfortable. It wasn't regular that his group got approached by different people beside their close friends. ,,As I am by the way'' you said when your gaze went back to Tom. ,,Next time I'm asking I might not offer that butterbeer again'' you added charmingly. ,,Alright. I will pick you up on Saturday'' Tom gave eventually in and held for a moment longer than necesarry the eye contact with you like he searched for any last reactions. ,,Thanks Tom'' you said. The people who had observed your scene got slowly back to their own business, just as Tom depsite his friends comments on you. They varied between mockery and suggestive jokes. With his eyes back on his book he acted to not care about it, but he listened carefully and could hear how some of your friends giggled excitedly and congratulated you on your win. Tom knew he had a reputation about being untouchable and he liked it. It gained to his pride how your friends and the rest of the students reacted to your actions. He liked how you asked him and how you gently tried to convince you. Having the upper hand was a thing Tom would never get trired of. But the thing he liked the most was the fact that you choose him. He was the one that overheared your interest to attend this expert talk, he informed your hebology Professor about it on a exidental meeting in the halls and encouraged him to let his classes know about it for a possible educational excursion. He knew he wouldn't have many people on his remaining way to you, some people became too sick or busy to attend the expert class so you would need some other company for it.

✧ ⊹ II ✧ ⊹

You did'nt follow Toms path, you stood still until you found the courage to use your voice. ,,Tom? I have to admit something'' you said while your hands shyly rubbed your fingers along. ,,I'm not planning on attending the expert talk, in fact I had something different in mind''. Tom rised an eyebrow. ,,There is this little concert in a pub, I really want to see. You can join me of course or go to the expert talk. I just think Professor Blums thesis on the effect of alrauns are a bit überholt, I intend to wiederlegen him in my N.E.W.T.s'' you said and waited nervously for Toms reaction. ,,You know I could tell our teachers right?'' he asked. ,,Of course you could and would as well. But I still decided to ask you since you're one of the less people who could also use a little break fom studying without endagering their grades. Please Tom'' you said. ,,You seem to know what people want to hear'' Tom said. You didn't say something you waited for his next step. Tom enjoyed this moment of the upper hand, you could tell.

,,Before you make your decision. I also have a little secret about you, if you don't tell we are even'' you said. Tom gave you an amused look, you both knew you weren'ts used to blackmail someone. ,,And what secret might that be?'' he asked. ,,You let your friends walk outside of the castle at curfew''. Toms shoulders stoped their tension, he was reliefed about your words. He figured that at some point one of the others Prefects might see him do that, he was already prepared for that. ,,That's a rather poor try. But I appreciate the honesty. Lets see if you know how to charm me once more. Tell me the right words to this then. Would you let this afternoon be a date?'' he asked.

,,Oh I don't know Tom. That is really sweet but…'' ,,But what?'' ,,You Slytherins can be so unromantic sometimes. You basicly blackmail me for this date'' you said. ,,So you consider your secret as less valid'' he said with a smirk. ,,No… and yes'' you said eventually. ,,So you're planing on refuting Professor Blums dissertations? Thats interesting.'' Tom started when you two started to walk through the busy streets of london.

✧ ⊹ III ✧ ⊹

,,So you tried to trick me. Should I be impressed or insulted? Thats not a typical action for a hufflepuff'' Tom said and held the door of the pub open for you. You apologised, explaining that you weren't sure how to tell him your true inentions. Lying was something you only did when you become nervous. Tom wasn't insulted by it, in fact he found it amusing and made you promise to only tell him the truth from now on. ,,Pity about my secret about you. Thought I had something that would give me a better picture on who you are. Slytherins are always a bit harder to read'' you said. ,,You seem quite keen to understand people'' Tom said when he payed for the butterbeer despite your offer to keep your earlier promise. ,,So do you. I'm just curious abou what you do with this information'' you added while warming your fingertips on the hot glas. ,,Currently I'm puzzeling a new picture of you with it. Care to help me with that?'' he said in a teasing manner but didn't reveal more about himself. ,,If that is really supossed to be a date you have to tell me more about yourself Tom.Thats not an interview for me to become your girlfriend'' you said with a smile, when he wouldn't stop askin things about you. ,,That is the condition for love. It always needs some commitment from both sides. I will answer you next question if you answer some of mine first'' you said with a reassuring smile.

Tom learned that this was a usual thing for love- this dance about giving and earning. At first he answered the eays questions such as his favourite subjects, after a while he realized that he became a bit tense, when you asked for his family or his fears. The answers became shortes and his tone grew bitter, so you stoped your curiosity from taking over. What had felt like an unusuall good start turned now into a tense situation in which you were too insecure to say something. You had felt so seen and understood but now you feared that some things might be too good to be true. ,,Why would you want to know what I'm afraid of?'' asked Tom eventually. The skin around his eyes were stern and they wouldn't break eyecontact – he looked at you, like you were a stranger for him again. ,,Surely not to hurt you. I thought we wanted to get to know each other. Fears are a special kind of secrets two can share I figured'' you said shyly, picturing yourself how you might how to walk alone back to the school. Tom broke his stare from you and looked down at the table.

,,Let me give you true secret about me then.I don't care about the expert talk either. The fact that I would spend the afternoon with you was the far better persuasion you offered me'' he said, his eyes wouldn't look up to you. If Tom hadn't intimidated you ever so slightly with his defensive behaviour his words would have touched you heart in a warmer way. But now there was this gap between you and his words couldn't reach your heart, at the very least they could scratch at it. But you could feel how it longed for more, so you accepted his kind words, hoping over time it would fullfill your heart. You gave him a bittersweet smile then the show started. You both enjoyed the music an you told Tom to wait for a certain part. In a low voice you explained how hard it was for the singer to reach a certani note and keep it for so long. Shyly you revealed that you oberserved the singers always at that specific moment to see when the wave of victory washed over them when they managed to sing this tricky song. Tom understood that you liked hard work and the fruits of victory, just as much as he did. You liked this rewarding feeling once you accomplished your goal. He had felt this gap between you two as well but now he felt so drawn to you. On the blossoming trees and landscape laid a dark blue shadow when you walked back to the school due to the uprising night. When the last houses had passed you, Toms fingers had softly traced around yours. Slowly you accepted his offering and walked together. Tom couldn't hold back and praise your spirit, remarking how much to lived up to the values of your house.

,,I'm not Helga Hufflepuffs heir but being like her must be a good thing. She was got with healing and breaking charms, that is what I want to do. I will work my way up to this'' you said. The more you talked the more Tom saw how well you fitted into his demands for a partner. ,,So you like breaking things. That is something I didnt expect'' he said with a teasing smile. ,,Or healing, I guess that depends on the point of view. My oncle died some years ago because no one knew a cure for his curse. I will be better some day, maybe not to defeat death but to keep him away for a bit longer'' you said like an affirmation and both of you share a glare. Those words made Toms heart race, yes he was about to keep you. Even though you couldn't read Toms mind, the way Tom softly pressed your hand showed you, that you two could get along. With quick reflexes you steped to the side when a drunk person walked past you without watching his step. Due to the icy streets you almost sliped but Toms hands kept you save. You execused yourself shyly. Tom turned his gaze angrily to the person but stoped himself when you noticed how tensed you became again. You were so close, he couldn't lose this.

,,You know, the first step to keep death away from yourself would be to defend yourself properly'' Tom said and offered you to join a secret duelling club he and some other students had founded some time ago, still holding your hand to his chest. Happily you accpeted.

✧ ⊹ IV✧ ⊹

Tom could see over the next weeks how you started to become more confident and it made him proud to know that he was the one who enabled it. To have someone strong at his side, someone with the same amount of ambition and kind of dreams was important to him and he wanted all of your goals to be fullfilled.

,,You seem to study your opponents quite good'' said Tom. After you had finished a little duel with someone else he approached you, he could feel how his heart beated stronger against his chest whenever you were near him. Almost as if he was angry, but with a sweet lightness in it, that only you could offer. ,,That is how you learn their weakness, seems like a strategy you do as well'' you say with a smile. ,,Everyone who aims to be a good duelist does this'', said Tom. ,,What do you say- should we try it? Maybe I will learn some new things about you'' you said hinting at slighlty at the fear- topic. ,,You can just ask me, there is no need to fight me. I can be quite generous to the right persons'' Tom said his warm smile turned into a teasing one while he caged you further into a corner of the room, almost hiding you from the remaining people of the club. You could get lost in those eyes and in the way he talked with you. It was like he wanted to best for you yet still he would deny you what you asked for. It was as if he forced you to become stronger and you started to fall in love with this game. But then a loud argument put you back to reality. Abraxas Malfoy and another Slytherin discussed on a new member of the club. You walked past Tom and listened to the group before asking why they hesitated to invite him. Malfoy pointed out that the club had no intentions to welcome mudbloods, some agreed with him and some didn't.

You joined the small group that didn't care about some madeup ideals. The discussion reached its peak when you and Malfoy threw so heated arguments at one another. At one point when you couldn't stand this amount of hatefullness you looked at Tom but he didn't care to help so you just walked away. On through the halls you realised that Tom had followed you outside. ,,I was so stupid. I should have know that you're just as ignorant as your friends.We can't be friends Tom, partner none the less '' you said. Both of you started to discuss what just had happened. Toms jaw clenched whenever you seemed to say something that truly bothered him. ,,Enough. You follow this stupid ideal to treat everyone equally but you can't do this and you shouldn't.'' Tom said eventually making you stop talking, you tried once again to explain that it was indeed possible but without success. You were near the tears and needed a break, so did Tom. You could see how frustrated he was. You could truly see him, he wasn't as perfect as you had thought. So you left him.

Tom was alone. You just had decided to be ignorant, to not question your believes. And still Tom made his decision, it was too late to look for someone new for him. It was you he wanted. Only you could make him feel so many things at once. Everyone else who would dare to speak to him in such a way, would be on his list of people he would get ride of once the school was over. But someting inside him stoped himself from feeling in such a way about you. He had different plans for you. He wanted to look deep enough in your soul where he would find your shared values that made your first bondings and would twist them until they were bended to his liking- only to show you then that you and him were more alike than you had thought. He just needed to be careful, because he knew you were capable of the same.

[bluesfreakingart]

hey I just wanted to say that I really enjoy your art and the way you portray Jervis, Ed and Jon.

You do a really good job of giving them nuanced character, making them funny, yet also keeping in mind of the fact that they’re not very good people.

That’s all I wanted to say, keep it up!

AHHHH!!! CCRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP /POSITIVE

Seriously, that reassures me sm aughghghdsg. I'm glad for people liking my work! Cause I think all the characters are so interesting but sometimes I want to see the nitty gritty!

I guess that's why like with the story I have in my mind it'll show way more since they'll be the MAIN characters. so there's way more chances to see the vulnurability while not trying to come across "oh they're just misunderstood"

they're not, jesus christ, they're not.

They all are fucked in the head with plenty of flaws onTOP of the mental illness. Like Jervis main thing is the fact of his obsessivness that comes from detachment and feelings of abandonment.

Eddie wants to be in control/know everything because due to something OUT of his control it ruined his life. That fucked him up severly and just kinda dominoed his thinking on how the world around him worked.

Jonathan is similar to edward mostly because sure, the interest in fear was always there. But, knowing how to "control" that physical/mental aspect means less leverage over you and more over others. showing weakness like fear gets you places you don't wanna be.

I'm sort of rambling and idk if this makes sense BUT even despite all these things that are human, relatable even! They're selfish, they'll backstab, they'll take the opertunities that would be a troubling decision for most.

Jervis even if he knows he's horrible can't fully accept it and rather just double/triple down. (Something something "I can't go back, I'm long gone.") Besides, he'll still gladly control someone without a care in the world, he has no remorse for that.

Edward even if he knows he doesn't have it all together/is in denial for the most part...he'll gladly exploit those very feelings if he sees them in another person, or worse, knows from medical files and so on he's gotten hold of.

Jonathan is a man who thinks he knows himself enough, so he rarely does true self reflection. He crossed that line in his work a while back where he sees his subjects as...just that! Subjects, rats, stepping stones, what have you.

They hurt people, they fuck up families,they rip people apart, they're not good.

I don't find it fun to show these characters only one way or the other. Like anyone, I really like contrast...

Anyway! this has been a morning rant and thank you!! SM!!!

[pe0ple3ater]

please! p l e a s e expand on any/all doied thoughts i'm so starved of content rn

I'm so out of it right now so forgive me if anything doesn't make sense. Some Doied headcanons and thoughts

He's cruel and cold and calculating. He is the opposite of Roier in many ways, but they share their tendency towards possessiveness/obsessivness. He's been watching Cellbit and Roier for so long that slipping into Roier’s position feels like second nature. He can smile at Cellbit and hold him, he can carry their children and teach them lessons. But his eyes are cold, and his smile is eerie.

He doesn't enjoy sex, not really. It's just an act to him, a means to an end. A way for Cellbit to feel connected (which, I think I posted about Cellbit and Doied angst before, but I might be crazy). He's clinical and knows everything that makes Cellbit tick.

He starts to like this life, the attention he never received but came so naturally to his brother. The kids that look up at him with admiration, the way Cellbit falls over himself for Doied, the way his body is stronger and faster than before. The way no one questions him or looks at him differently. He relaxes into it, starts to let himself feel for the people around him.

It's all ripped away from him in the end, when Cellbit finds out through a million little tells and figures out a way to bring Roier back. Doied is thrown in a makeshift jail and is left essentially to rot while his brother gets to be the hero again, gets to stand in the spotlight. Broken glasses and ripped lab coat, beaten and bloody. He sits in the darkness of a lonely cell, and Roier stands in the light, arms wrapped around his husband and sons.

Doied holds onto the memories of when he had that all for himself.

[bubuslutty]

Apple Bottom Jeans

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader x billy russo

word count: 1.3k

tags: mafia!au, billy never betrayed frank, f oral receiving, face sitting, no dialogue, 3rd person perspective, no use of y/n

warning: not proof read because if I don't stop obsessiving over it, it's never getting posted. sorry for any mistakes you find. it's just 1k worth of brain rot sprinkled with horny and my love for clothes

Summary: billy and Frank are obsessed with anything their girl wears as bottoms. if they could keep their eyes glued to her ass and legs for the rest of their lives, they would.

There's a lot of things Frank and Billy love about their girl. But one of them must be her sense of style and choice of clothing.

She dresses well, in all colours and textures, she has money and she makes sure to spend it on herself, to spoil herself with all types of shoes and jackets.

But this is specifically about her choice of bottoms, be it shorts, skirts or trousers. Her boys love it all.

Their girl wears slacks with a blazer and white button up on days where she needs to dress professionally to meet clients. Sometimes it's the ones that are tight around her hips, ass and thighs and a bit loose down at the bottom. Billy loves how it accentuates the shape of her legs, and how her thighs look wrapped around his waist when he catches her in a corner to kiss her senseless.

However, when she's in a certain mood, she wears shorts with her blazer. The same fabric as the slacks would be, just so much shorter, leaving the length of her smooth legs naked. Frank would notice her walking around with her hands in her pockets, button-up open midway with nothing underneath, and the sleeves of her blazer rolled up, chin tilted up, glaring and speaking in that serious cold tone to clients on hard days.

Frank would obsessively run his hands on her inner thighs when they're sitting, constantly trying to wiggle his fingers inside the leg holes to just touch her. 

Billy loves it when his favourite girl shows up to work in a tight skirt, with a blazer, or just a button-up shirt, tucked in. Her skirts are usually short, stopping just below her ass, paired up with boots to her knees, which end up distracting Billy for the rest of the day. He's shameless in his staring as well, checking her backside out every time she walks by, leaning back and stopping mid-sentence to just stare at her ass if he doesn't sleep with her in the same bed every night.

When they're not working, she usually wears leggings, sweats, jeans and comfortable basketball shorts, outside in public when they're running errands or out eating.

Frank thanks whoever created leggings every single time his girl is hanging around the house, the fabric stretched and hugging every single dip and swell of her skin. If he doesn't grope her ass or swats her thighs at least once, is he really doing his job as a boyfriend?

He also loves her in basketball shorts because she's comfortable in them, and they're easy to take off. But he likes her in them because she manages to look younger in them, hair natural, face bare, wearing a random t-shirt, shorts and socks. And the sight always makes him want to protect her even more and keep her happy for the rest of their lives. 

Frank and Billy both agreed once that she looks especially delicious in girl boxers. She wears them for comfort around the house, but also to work out in the gym down in their basement. Her boxers leave nothing for the imagination because they show everything. It's not her fault that her pussy's just puffy and it always manages to be visible when she wears tight boxers. The swell between her legs is practically a honey trap, because everytime she wears nothing but her boxers, Frank and Billy are ready to do something stupid.

Once, while she was in the gym, punching away at a sandbag, Frank and Billy suggested that both of them will spare in the ring, and whoever wins will get her to sit on their face. She agreed. 

But none of them yielded after 10 minutes of sparing. The longer they kept at it, the wetter she was starting to get. And also lowkey worried, because both were serious as fuck about winning. 

She ended up stopping them midway and playing rock paper scissors because she didn't want them bruised and sore on a weekend. Frank won and had his face ridden that day in the middle of the ring. Billy got his turn after they showered in the evening, in the living room. 

Not only Billy loves her short skirts, but also the long ones. One Halloween party at a château, they all decided to dress like in the show, Game of Thrones. Frank ended up as a knight, with the armor and the sword, Billy was a prince, with a dark velvet jacket, golden buttons, dark trousers and a sword at his hip. She was dressed as a princess, with a beautiful dark dress, a corset wrapped around her waist and a small tiara in her hair. 

Her skirts were layered and long, the fabric soft and expensive. She looked absolutely stunning, as if she came straight out of the show, or any fantasy show for that matter. That night, she ended up with her back pressed to a tree in the garden, skirts hunched up at her waist while Billy was on his knees, face buried between her legs, eating her out as if he was both starving and thirsty for a hundred years when he was sipping at wine 10 minutes ago inside. 

But it was totally another thing when they're at home, under the sheets and she's wearing a pair of panties. They could be soft, made of cotton, pastels or dark in colour, or they could be lace, also in pastel or dark colours. She had all of them. Frank loves buying her new panties he finds online and thinks they'd look cute on her, and makes her try them on everytime. A small fashion show if you will, of her holding her sweater up and turning around in her new panties, showing them off to Frank as he sits at the edge of the bed and admires his girl. 

Or she could be wearing a pretty pair of panties under a pleated skirt. And Billy would be wondering what pair of panties is she wearing that day, are they pink? Blue? Black? And then he'd watch her randomly bend over while she's cleaning the living room, picking up a stray pillow and feel his cheek heat up at the peak of her panties. And then he would have to leave the room, so she wouldn't catch him staring and call him a pervert or hit him with a pillow. 

It's not his fault he's literally obsessed with anything she wears. Billy is a weak man to the woman who holds his heart in her hands.

Sometimes when they would go to a bar, she would wear a pair of low rise jeans with thongs, the strings hugging her hips. And it's even worse, because not only Billy and Frank would be staring, but so is the whole bar. So they would be extra touchy during the time at the bar while she's having fun with her friend, Peter, laughing and talking about anything and everything. 

And other times, she would wear a black bikini under jean short shorts, one of Frank's flannel shirts, open and hanging off her shoulders. With a pair of cowboy boots and a cowboy hat on her head. She would be glowing and giggling at the bar with Peter at her side, the two talking and dancing together to the music. They would be playing pool and make everyone do a double take everytime they walked by. And it would drive both Frank and Billy up the wall. 

Their girl could do whatever she wanted, but it was just how everyone was staring, and how some men thought it'd be a good idea to approach her and try to buy her a drink. No matter how many times she would tell them she's taken, and not matter how many times either Frank and Billy had to walk up and say she's taken to the men's faces. They still wouldn't understand. Maybe it was the alcohol in their system that made them stupid, but either way Billy was ready to shoot someone in the face and Frank wanted to try this new trick he learned last week to break someone's neck.

tag list (pls ask to be added or removed): @awkwardalie @enretrogue @itwasthereaminuteago @snowkestrel

[noweakergirl]

Also ivy for Heathcliff and Catherine but in a different sense as if the narrator of the song wasn't seeking a relationship but the company of this person whom her husband hates. And also then the 'clover blooms in the field' part could be when Catherine and Heathcliff would escape into the moors as kids away from Hindley but being scared "what would he do if he found us out" and "so yeah it's a fire it's a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it" could be sooo Heathcliff after his last conversation with Catherine when she dies jsgsgsggsgsgsg

Now wait a minute....................................

WAIT

OH MY GOD

OH LORD

YES??????????? YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! plus that song on its own gives classical literature vibe!

No, but you are 100% right and my mind is blown. Heathcliff was ivy of Catherine's life (and vice versa). He *was* growing on her house of stone. She *was* covered in him. I'm actually fangirling now because ivy from THEIR perspective perfectly shows the obsessivness and wilderness of their relationship. Especially since both Cathy and Heathcliff were considered wild (untamed), and now you're telling me that ivy grows on their stone houses AKA NATURE IS TAKING CONTROL as it should have a long time ago? YES

[mintaikk]

Sada & Turo Headcanons but this is coming from a simp and the headcanons might be questionable at times

Sada

-This isn't a headcanon, but did yall realize they wrote foreshadowing them being AI, throughout the entire game? I find that shit really interesting

-She's a top, and attracted to submissive men (hint hint)

-As she started working in Area Zero more, she started sleeping less and focusing on research more, which made her more wiley and intense all the time. Letting out laughs out of nowhere, switching emotions on a dime, etc

-Has fistfought a wild pokemon before. The craziest thing about that is she won

-She did care for Arven a lot, but her mindset was that the research could help the world better, and she wanted both her and Arven to live her dream. So she ended up focusing on that more than caring for Arven, thinking she could make up for the lost time once her research was complete

-Watched The Croods a lot when she was a kid

Turo

-He whimpers. It'll be groans at first, then groans mixed with growls, and then he'll whimper when he's completely gone

-When he started working at Area Zero more, he ended up losing a lot of sleep, skipping meals, breaks, etc. His mental health deteriorated because of this, and he became more snappy and obsessiv. He also looked a lot sicker

-He's a switch most of the time, but becomes a submissive bottom when it comes to Sada (I'm so sorry)

-Favorite drink is grape wine

-Swears under his breath in Spanish (Paldean) when irritated

-This is for both of them, but do you think Sada and Turo had Arven to represent the present???

[pennydoe]

Who were you even talking to?

basically this dude named Rookie and me and my friend group on VRC were all friends with him and he was always like.. rlly blergh but i couldn't say anything but basically he'd always threaten ppl literally and he'll like randomly yell "STUPID FATTY!!" or just call our one friend, Ruby, a bitch and fatty constantly and he was like unhealthy obsessived and attacthed to his boyfriend and one day my friend King called Rookies Bf sweetheart and rookie and his bf lost their shit and literally threatened to bomb his house and slit his throat and shut

I kinda lost my shit as well and sent like 3 paragraphs of how fucked up rookie is and then rookie left literally every single GC we were in and cried to his brother, Root, and then Root dmed me and we argued for like 20 minutes but it got literally no where cause all Root wanted to do was 'tell me his side of the story' even though he literally isn't even friends with me or anyone in my friend group

Fast forward 3 months and my friend, Claudia, tried to reach out to Root to be like "Hey!! how you doin??;3" cause claudia's a rlly good person right? well root was like "I don't want to talk to you ever." and blocked the mf but then rookie called claudia like an hour later and made claudia have a panic attack and start breaking down and that bitch rookie literally said "It fulfills me to hear you cry." as if that mf didn't sob when i called them out

So after I learned abt that i actually lost my shit and dmed rookie like "you wanna stop being a little bitch?" and then he told me to mic up so of course i did and then i argued with both him and his brother for 11 minutes and made them cry cause they're both so fucking toxic

[mapsofthingsremembered]

23 Things from 2023

Yet another list of media that was important to me in 2023- films, television, novels, short stories, comics, and music.

Films, New

The Boy and the Heron, Hayao Miyazaki

Both the best movie of the year (in a good year for movies) and one of the best films Miyazaki has ever made. A masterpiece, deranged and elusive and personal and timeless, completely unafraid to challenge the audience to stare into the weirdest and most unsettling aspects of being a human. The kind of film you are excited to watch again while you are watching it.

The Holdovers, Alexander Payne

Either a deeply cynical film hiding a warm sentimental heart, or a sappy Christmas film that masks a bitter and biting worldview.

Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse, Joaquim Dos Santos, Justin K. Thompson, Kemp Powers

Everything about this film should be completely exhausting and exhausted-- self-aware superhero myth re-arraganging, multiverse shenanigans, Spider-Man as a lens for a coming-of-age story-- and yet somehow it managed to do something original, remain interesting, and push a completely tired genre into places nobody asked for. In the year that superhero filmmaking died, this film managed to not only be survive, but feel completely essential.

May December, Todd Haynes

Unsettling, hilarious, bizarre, deeply biting satire. A situational comedy populated by freaks and perverts.

The Killer, David Fincher

It's worth watching this film multiple times. On the first viewing, it feels thin, slight, simplistic. But re-watching, the craftsmanship that Fincher achieves is a part of the text itself, just as important as the bare-bones plot and characterization. The Killer is Fincher becoming more and more himself, descending into his own mania and obsessivness.

Everything from The Creator that worked, Gareth Edwards.

While several films came out this year were "better" than The Creator- the aspects of this film were successful represent some of the most imaginative filmmaking of the year.

Does the films ideas concerning AI hold water? No, but then neither does Star Wars or Blade Runner or 95% of the films that have come out in the past fifty years that attempt to address aritificial intelligence in any way.

Do the central relationships of the film work in keeping us invested in the story? (Sorta) Does the story hang together to form a satisfying, well-structured whole? (Almost) Does the film attempt to address a set of themes in a hamfisted way that feels like the writers were just a couple of months behind where the discourse around AI would end up when the movie came out? (Yup). Am I an easy mark for a film that uses a Radiohead song to score a scene that is a direct reference to Apocalypse Now? (Definitely)

And yet, I kind of still feel like it's a great film. Maybe flawed, maybe uneven, yet still containing moments that are simply sublime, a combination of the practical and CGI that achieves what a dozen other franchise films failed to do: it feels both real and vast and original and exciting. It wasn't the best film of the year by any stretch of the imagination, but it still deserved better.

Honorable mentions in 2023 film:

Poor Things (funniest movie of the year?) Killers of the Flower Moon Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem How to Blow Up a Pipeline Beau is Afraid When Evil Lurks (most frightening movie of the year?) Theater Camp

Films, Old (But New to Me)

The Apartment, Billy Wilder (1960)

This film is much stranger and darker than you would expect going into it. It somehow straddles multiple eras; the stagey, bright, artificiality of classic old Hollywood, but with a haunted, mournful soul that anticipates that darkness and cynicism of the late 60s and new Hollywood.

A New Leaf, Elaine May (1971)

Elaine May both directed this film and casted herself as a loveable dope that Walter Mathau is trying to murder. It's funny and sweet and overlooked.

The films of Park Chan Wook, in particular Decision to Leave (2022)

I watched most of Park Chan-Wook's films, and among a lot of standouts (Lady Vengeance and The Handmaiden in particular), his most recent film stuck with me. It's a good summation of some of the psychological acrobatics his films can achieve, a murder mystery that is also a love story.

Paper Moon, Peter Bogdanovich (1973)

It's kind of funny that Ryan O'Neal essentially plays the same character as the role he would play in Barry Lyndon, a scoundrel con-man that uses his charm to finance a nomadic lifestyle, perpetually fleeing problems created by his own stupidity. He's a loveable himbo liar in both, but in Paper Moon, he gets to act next to his real-life daughter. The depth that this pairing creates makes for something genuinely unique and special.

Honorable Mentions in Old Film:

The Piano, Jane Campion (1993) Barton Fink, Joel and Ethan Coen (1991) Dead Ringers, David Cronenberg (1988) PlayTime, Jacques Tati (1967) One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Milos Forman (1975) Prisoners, Denis Villenueve (2013) The Innocents, Jack Clayton (1961)

Television, New

Scavenger's Reign (HBO)

The title of this show might be dumb, but I don't care. It's the best television show of the year, or at least my favorite. Admittedly, I'm kind of out on television in general; I don't think a lot of what is getting produced is justifying its runtime as much as its stalling for time. But then a show like Scavengers Reign comes along, an exploration of what an alien biosphere might be like that is as specifically rendered and wildly innovative as any science fiction in recent memory. It's a rare instance of television being used to accomplish something that could only be created in television-- a set of visual ideas developed over an extended series of episodes that builds to something both bizarre and somehow also moving.

Succession, Season 4

Succession is a show about how the levers of power and influence are manipulated at the highest levels of the capitalist plutocracy we live in by broken bufoons unable to recognize their own flaws and shortcomings. It's also simply very funny, and very sad, and very human. It's one of the best shows ever made, and its ending (along with the next entry's ending) feels like we've closed the chapter on Peak TV.

Barry, Season 4

Smaller in scope but just as much of an achievment than Succession, Barry developed from something grimly funny but fairly straightforward into something sad and twisted and uncompromisingly complex. In the final season, it took its influences-- the films of the Coen brothers, Breaking Bad, The Sopranos, Tarantino, sketch comedy-- and turned them inside out, making something entirely different, less digestible, and perfectly bleak.

Honorable Mentions in 2023 Television

Beef Poker Face

Music

The Talking Heads, 1973-1991, in particular the music in the film Stop Making Sense (1984).

Really didn't listen to much music this last year, which is something I'd like to change this year. The one artist I really explored this year that I haven't in the past is the Talking Heads. If you can see Stop Making Sense in theaters, do it-- it lives up to its reputation as one of the greatest concert films of all time.

Books, Old and New

Drive Your Plow Over The Bones of the Dead, by Olga Tokarczuk (2009)

The narrator of this novel is a bat-shit crazy woman obsessed with astrology and the poetry of William Blake; she's funny and interesting and insightful even as the full degree of her insanity slowly develops. It's also a murder mystery with a genuinely surprising twist (don't look it up on Wikipedia, the first line of the description spoils it).

We Have Always Lived in the Castle, Shirley Jackson (1962)

The final novel written by the author of "The Lottery" and The Haunting of Hill House. Careens between psychological thriller and comedy and outright horror. The kind of book that more people should read.

A Canticle for Leibowitz, Walter M. Miller Jr (1959)

An "important" science fiction novel I've been putting off your years. It's both funnier and less dated than I expected it would be, and while some of the societal concerns it addresses may have shifted, it remains prescient in a way that truly great science fiction can even decades after being published.

The Troop, Nick Cutter (2014)

It's rare that a novel genuinely scares me, but this one did. Coming-of-age body horror that evokes Alien and Lord of the Flies and Cronenberg and Stand By Me.

Short Stories

I read a lot of short stories this year; the following are a few that stood out. All of them were in collections that are equally worth checking out.

Murder Mysteries, Neil Gaiman (1992)

Not the kind of murder mystery you'd expect. From Trigger Warning, 2015.

Nine Lives, Ursula K. LeGuin (1968)

Doesn't involve cats at all. (Also very good.) From The Wind's Twelve Quarters, 1975.

"Pearls Are A Nuisance", Raymond Chandler (1953)

One of Chandler's short mysteries; it plays with tone and voice in a way that sets it apart from his other short mysteries (which are also great.) From The Simple Art of Murder, 1950.

Comics, Old and New

The Nice House on the Lake, James Tynion IV (Author) and Alvaro Martinez Bueno (Illustrator)- DC Comics (2021-2023)

Comics usually don't have the depth or focus of a novel; as often as not they feel like a weekly serial meant to extend forever without really going anywhere. But The Nice House on the Lake felt purposeful and sharp in a way that comics rarely do. Like alot of the comics I like the most, it exists in a middle space between genres-- it's equal parts post-apocalyptic sci-fi and puzzle-box mystery and a tale of a sprawling friend group muddling their way through their mid-twenties. Honorable Mentions, Comics Eight Billion Genies, Charles Soule and Ryan Browne (2022-23) Gotham City: Year One, Tom King and Phil Hester (2022-23)

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind, Hayao Miyazaki (1982-1994)

I guess it was a year of Miyazaki for me. After watching Nausicaa last year, I decided to check out the manga that Miyazaki wrote both before, during, and after the 1984 film . It's the first full manga series I've ever finished. The manga expands the narrative way beyond the 1984 film; it's more vast and epic and complex and nuanced, sci-fi/fantasy that has as much in common with Lord of the Rings and the French illustrator Moebius as any contemporary anime. You could view the rest of Miyazaki's career as an exploration of the themes and imagery that began with in Nausicaä, and it's really worth going back to, even as the end of Miyazaki's career looms.

[maybeweshould]

What I think is that yes she’s obsessed but it’s not like she does everything by herself, harry is always with her and it’s not like they’re just talking all the time. They spend almost every day together and his family is always so supportive of her to the point I can see why she’s so obsessed… also let’s be real he’s more than fine with everything she does

I don't agree with you, because don't understand why she is 'obsessived'. I understand love for attention, I understand she wants money for that attention, I know she likes to troll fans. But there must be a limit somewhere. And that limit for me is being ridiculous. Her obsessiveness- exceeded the good taste for me.

[jojosbizzaretitties]

(WARNING, INCOMING RANT)

I have a lot of issues with the Jojo's Bizarre Adventure fandom, but one that's grabbed my attention as of late is the "Kakyoin Problem". When I first started watching Jjba, I actually liked Kak, despite him being relatively underveloped. After delving into the fandom, however, I because annoyed by the unrealistic represention of him and the obsessivness of many Kak fans. Yaoi fangirls often depict him as submissive, despite his profile outright stating he hates to be bossed around. Araki designed him to contrast with Jotaro, as a model-student Kakyoin foils the delinquent protagonist. Some fans mistake this politeness with femininity.

Part of this is just my issue with yaoi in general, the seme-uke roles are stereotypical and unrealistic. As a fan of bottom Jotaro, I've gotten a lot of hate because I don't ship the shorter, smaller character as uke. Other creators and artists suffer from the same treatment, I have seen Kakyoin fans outright insult and berate artist because they "don't draw enough Kakyoin", or don't depict him as an uwu soft boy.

Lastly, I'm not hating on you if you happen to love Kakyoin, or ship him as a bottom. Everyone is entitled to what they like. This only applies to a small group. I honestly just wish people would chill and not ruin a good character/fandom for me and others. A little respect would go a long way.

[cosmicbash]

Do we have a soulmate au for emgk yet? we gotta have the basics covered.

Was talking about this with @lemon-coke tonight (unless that is ALSO you anon 👀) and it reminded me I have this ask!

We don't have one yet! At least I don't think we do? @candy-guns19xx might have one that I'm forgetting, if so, SORRY! 🥺

I've always liked that Marked! Soulmate Au I've seen on like tiktok? The one where you are born with or develop a mark on the spot where your soulmate first touches you.

My first thought with it of course would be for Kelly's to be around his throat 😏 which as @lemon-coke helpfully pointed out!!! Would give him a reason not to cover his neck with tatts. Don't wanna cover up your soul mark afterall, right? It's also perfect just because with Kells personality he would absolutely love the kinky aspect of it. Anytime someone asks he would flash his tongue and act all cheeky, offer them a chance to reach out and touch it.

Of course, this means Em's gonna have his all across the back of his hand or wrist from where Kelly will grab him. Probably to, ya know, try and stop the dude from choking him out. Since in this AU i would love for them to find out all because their beef escalates to them confronting eachother. Kells cocking off so much Em full on slams his against the wall by his throat. Their tussle stopping midway through when Em realizes mid punch that the black mark across his hand is GONE. The moment of frozen shock just long enough for Kells to roll them over and pin him down.

His ensuing "wait! Shit- holy fuck-" not at all deterring the matching punch he gets to his own jaw.

In fact its not until security comes and seperates them that he gets a chance to start explaining yet alone processing this new life changing revelation. They're soul mates. And Ryan is never going to let him live this down because he's spent the last 3 fucking years obsessiving over this damn twink and denied the possibility he had a crush every single time the other man suggested it.

BUT YEAH-

Just a wacky soulmate au where these two realize mid beating the shit out of each other that they're actually soul mates and its an awkward bitter ass slowburn of a fic with them denying it and bedgrudingly trying to get to know eachother while still being super petty and downright bullying eachother any chance they can get. Until the accidentally actually start falling in love, cuz ya know, they're soulmates. And then they both look like even bigger idiots when they go to their friends freaking out about it because "Yeah, thats, uh, kinda how it fucking works Kells/Marshall-"

[izaakwalker]

location: SKYHIGH HOOKAH

for: OPEN

It’s rare that Izaak has time off. Nobody tells you just how fucking bureaucratic running a gang can be, and so it’s not uncommon that he spends most nights leading meetings, making long phone calls, obsessiving over what comes next and how to get there. Even nights out aren’t necessarily nights off, but probably attempts at rubbing elbows with the right people - donors or possible recruits or a winning combination of the two. But tonight he’s taking a break, an actual break, telling everyone who matters that he’s claiming his reparations in the form of a night off and that they better not to contact him with Brotherhood business unless something's on fire (if it's something that isn’t supposed to be on fire).

He reclines now in a sofa at Skyhigh, a quiet thrill in him at the fact that this is Brotherhood territory, his territory, and that no man or god can touch him here. He’s never been much of a hookah man, so he holds a joint in his hand instead, content to sit quietly on his own and take careful puffs while he thumbs through a pamphlet he ironically got handed on the subway by an officer. ‘POLICE REFORM COMING IN 2021′ is its theme, an oxymoron that’s enough to put the outline of a smug smirk on Izaak’s lips. He's interrupted only when he feels a presence hovering around him, and he puts the leaflet to the side to look up. “What, you want a hit?” he asks. “Have at it.” Izaak extends the joint up to his new conversation partner, only to double back right as it’s about to make its way into their fingers. “I don’t buy that ‘no free lunch’ bullshit, but humor me,” he continues with a grin. “Tell me something I don’t know and I’ll light you up.”