#he's obsessed with emotions. he thinks they're the coolest thing ever

[chaospirals]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲

❝ Art is empty without empathy.

Empathy is a keystone of Hwei's character. It's mentioned numerous times in his character insights and in his voice lines and, along with his imagination, is both his greatest strength and his fatal flaw. Even before he could clearly see emotions, Hwei was fascinated by them, both his own and others'. He would often get in trouble in Koyehn for prying too much into the emotions of others, and eventually learned that people get upset when their emotions are dug into, but it did nothing to quell his interest — only taught him to hide it.

As his visions developed, Hwei could often be caught staring past the person he was talking to — or, more accurately, staring at the colours they were giving off, committing them to memory so he could paint them later. He was fascinated by the way emotions blend into each other, and often coped with his own emotions by painting them as he imagines they would look, or by losing himself in the emotions of another.

It's in his hyper empathy that a lot of his problems arise. Because he can understand others so well, he can justify their actions. The same way it's easier to justify one's own actions because the person committing them knows the reasoning behind it, Hwei understands, intrinsically, why people act in the ways that they do. To him, no one ever acts 'irrationally' — if he connects the dots in the visions he sees, he can figure out, at the very least, the emotions that caused them to act that way.

This means he can empathize with people who do truly terrible things, and though he has a strong understanding of right and wrong, it often gets muddied in the how and why. He understands criminality enough to target mostly criminals, but he's never able to look at just their actions — everything becomes subjective the moment he sees that person face to face. Sometimes, even before he encounters them, he has already begun to spin possible reasons why they act the way they do. This, understandably, gets him into some heated debates that he has to get his way out of afterwards.

It's also possible for Hwei to get overwhelmed by the force of others' emotions. If it's one person he's usually okay, but the more people around him who are feeling strongly, the more overwhelming it can be. Extremely busy settings such as markets are very overwhelming for him, because it's hard for him to focus on his surroundings rather than the colours and emotions of everyone in the area. Oftentimes, Hwei tries to avoid these busy situations, as he'll often get trapped in them if he can't tune out the emotions long enough to get himself out. Someone save him.

[flyndragon]

I really want to write an AU where Ezra travels back in time - specifically de-aged and sent back to Obi-wan's time on Melida/Daan.

Because even though this is a super shitty situation Ezra's kinda... thriving? Like all of this is so firmly in his wheelhouse its funny.

Ezra's been living on his own starving and stealing since he was 7. He's being doing guerilla warfare for most of his adolescence. As soon as this boy joins the cause it's hell. Every adult is getting mind-tricked. The young are now stealing everything that is not nailed down. Ezra's connecting with any local megafauna to cause distractions. He's teaching 'child soldier 101 classes'.

And emotional support too! Comforting kids mourning their dead parents? That was just his own character arc! Comforting kids whose parents are warmongering assholes? That's just Sabine's thing! A jedi that doesn't believe he's worthy of being a jedi? Kanan.

idk if obi-wan would be a little scared of this war kid or think he's the fucking coolest padawan obi-wan's ever met in his life. Lets say the latter because its funny to me if they're both kinda obsessed with each other. Ezra definitely hears the whole story of how Obi got to the planet and is 2000% on His Side immediately. Ezra is complimenting Obi-wan constantly cause he canonically can't shut up and obi-wan is clushing so hard All of the Time.

Anyway, when the war ends Obi-wan and Qui-gon bring him back to coruscant with them to present him to the council, ect. ect.

Ezra is conflicted about whether he even wants to join the order officially as a padawan. On one hand, it would be really nice to have actual traditional jedi training. On the other hand he really is going to have to do several high profile murders sometime in the next decade? two decades?, and doesn't know if the jedi should be connected to him lol.

[it-runs-in-the-fandom]

I love the idea that Billy uses his body as a shield to protect himself from all the scary things he feels about himself, about boys, about his dad, and it just turns into this obsession with his image where he builds the muscle, wears the tight clothes, and sleeps with girls to protect himself. If he's the coolest guy in town, people are less likely to fuck with him or ask questions.

But it's difficult. And he resents it because if his situation was different he wouldn't have to try as hard. He smokes because he looks cool doing it, but it also helps him suppress his appetite so he doesn't eat when or what he really wants to. He just needs to bulk up, eat Susan's dry chicken, and protect himself.

So maybe when he gets away from high school (and his dad) and meets up with Steve years later, he finds out he doesn't have to try so hard with him. He lets little pieces of himself show, he admits that he hated sleeping with girls and hates weight training and he actually prefers to run because it clears his mind better than other kind of exercise he's ever done.

And he loves food. Steve gets him to try new dishes he's never even heard of before and he's so happy. Food has never tasted so good. It isn't just to build his muscles it actually brings him joy. And maybe while Steve is helping him file down his hard edges, he starts filling out a little more. His thighs have fat around the muscle, he starts to have a stomach, and his tits are fatter than ever. And maybe at first he panics a bit because he's never really allowed himself to be soft but Steve talks to him about how he feels about himself now and Billy realizes that he's happy and he doesn't mind being heavier because it means he's enjoying his life and he isn't hiding behind his shield anymore because he doesn't have to. He feels more confident in himself that he had only faked before and he loves it. Plus Steve loves how soft and warm his body feels when they're in bed together.

Thinking about Billy getting softer both emotionally and physically makes me super emotional. He deserves to feel good about himself and heal.

[nateslehky]

hi!! natecale primer (i guess thats what im calling myself?) anon here. thanks for all your links! ive actually already made my way through like half the natecale tag over the last week bc im mentally unwell but i would love to hear thoughts/recs for fics that you think nailed their characterization. thank you again 🫶

of course of course!

many of times have i spiraled and gone through the entirety of the natecale tag so i feel you lol.

i've definitely rec'd these before and some of them are pretty popular so you've maybe read them, but i outlined why i personally love these specific characterizations :)

here's some fics with my favorite cales:

running under the wrong assumption this is a baseball au from cale's pov and one of my favorite fics ever in large part because of the characterizations. cale's pov is just!!!! so freaking (unintentionally) charming and sweet and nice and so so fun. in general, i'm obsessed with this author's characterizations as a whole tbh--of everyone, not just nate and cale and not just in this fic. however, in this fic in particular i think they really nail the whole idea of nate/cale not thinking that they're cool while the other thinks they're the best/coolest, which is something i fuck heavily with.

for you, i would ruin myself this is part two of a series (the first part is nate's pov! which is also good, but i want to shout out cale's pov in particular). this is one of the first fics i ever read for them and it really made me ~see the light~ on their dynamic and the way their personalities can work (and also clash sometimes) in different ways. i think this cale is super intelligent and insightful (although at times maybe a little naive) and just very well rounded. i think the author really nailed cale's calmness? which is kinda a weird thing to describe but i think cale has this stability about him (that's often a good counterbalance for nate's instability haha) and the author portrays that really well. nate's a bit of a disaster in this fic (as he tends to be) and i think the author does a good job writing how cale navigates everything.

favorite nates:

drunk in love to me, nate is, at his core, a cringefail disaster and this fic really nails that in a cute and fun way.

big d stands for big demeanor will always use any excuse to talk about this fic. it's a list-fic and super short, but it's SO introspective and i love the way the author wrote nate attempting to navigate emotions about hockey and life in general but also cale. 10/10.

burn that bridge when we get to it in this particular fic nate has really bad internalized homophobia but i think it's handled so well and written so brilliantly and feels so very true to who i think nate is as a character. i also think the cale in this fic is written so well too and their dynamic and the way they work (and can clash) comes across so well. 10/10

[bakugohoex]

Are you still taking in requests? I notice they're open but you seem to have a bit right now, so I apologize if you aren't. Anyway, uhm, if they are open, could you write for Hawks walking in on reader rapping? Just straight up spitting fire at a million miles a second? I see a lot of fics where the character walks in on reader singing and being like "uwu? You can sing? How pretty! Do it again!" and I wanted to see more of a dumbfounded "No amount of words can describe how absolutely sick that was!" reaction. Sorry again if you aren't taking in requests!

“where the fuck did you learn how to do that”

pairing: keigo takami x female reader

cw: language, kissing, fluff

word count: 1100+

a/n: hi, i made something please like and reblog and comment anythign really it’ll really help the cause of ria doesn’t know what she’s doing but she revised six hours today and is now braindead, my requests were open at that time i like putting pressure on myself 

summary: in which keigo hears you rapping in the shower and even though it was a shock he can’t help but to join you showering

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This man has no chill

He will fly into the balcony of your apartment and unpick the lock to the door just because he’s too lazy to walk up the stairs of your complex

The idiot doesn’t even realise that you’re in the shower and just creeps around the apartment looking for entertainment 

Before he hears the shower, you’d think with his stupid hawk like hearing he’d be able to hear the shower or the song playing but no.

He was in the freezer finding some chicken nuggets to cook up 

Hungry ass bitch who free loads off you

But you love the baby and even leave notes on the fridge for his unexpected visits

That’s when he hears something, he never expected

Shocked, this man was busily away putting the nuggets in the oven and he hears you belch out in quickened words

You were rapping and he was in a constant emotion of what the actual fuck and where the fuck did, she learn how to do that

He’s a perv and he goes into the bathroom and joins you in the shower

But still manwhore who likes listening to your rap at least 

The sound of the shower turning on instantly caught his ears, so you were in the apartment he thought out mindlessly. He went to the fridge freezer seeing the little note in your cute handwriting which you thought looked like a doctors handwriting.

The simple words of ‘there’s chicken nuggets in here, don’t make them all, love Y/n.’ It was cute with a heart beside your name, he smiled at the note taking it and putting it in his pocket before opening the freezer.

He ignored you completely and made all of them, he was a growing man of course but the thought of your face with the 30 chicken nuggets made him relish in your future anger. He heard the music play a song by some rapper he didn’t know, it was a Tiktok sound that you had been shoving in his ear for weeks now. He hated the sound of the one verse, but you had clearly become obsessed adding it your playlist in an instant.

He leant against the counter waiting for the nuggets whilst you in the shower waited for the verse to come on. You scrubbed at your body in delight at how you had finally learnt the verse, you both heard the ‘I’m going in tonight’.

Before you spewed out the whole Dojo Cat verse, of course you weren’t that much of a fan of hers but the Tiktok sound had become your life and you needed to learn it even if it was your life’s mission. You had rehearsed and rehearsed it and finally in the shower you were having your performance.

You were in time and everything about the verse flowed out of your mouth you had perfected it and you couldn’t wait to annoy Keigo with it even more. What you hadn’t realised was Keigo had been listening from behind the door and he was shocked to say the least.

You had rapped it perfectly and all he could think was what the actual fuck, he didn’t hesitate, quickly removing his clothes and leaving them outside the door before he slipped inside the bathroom.

You hadn’t heard as the next song came on which you hummed washing the conditioner out of your hair. You heard the ruffle of the shower curtain before arms wrapped around you, you gave a scream as Keigo’s grip tightening. “Don’t worry kid, it’s just me.”

You sign in relief leaning against him, his arms around your waist whilst you put soap on your body, he scrubbed at your body making you become cleaner. “When did you get here?” You speak getting some more soap and putting it on his own bodies, he small wings getting wet which you knew he hated.

You moved the soap across his body waiting for him to sleep, “about 20 minutes ago, I heard you y’know.”

“What?” You questioned your arms moving his shoulders.

“Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?” He retorted back, you understood what he meant but laughed it off.

You took the water putting it on the two of you as his hands wrapped around you again, his head leaning on your bare shoulder, leaving open mouthed kisses up your neck. “I practiced, I wanted to get it right and was going to show you tonight.”

“I hate the song so much.” He mutters.

You laugh spraying some water on him, which made him pout, “I know, I wanted you to suffer.”

“Whatever, it was probably the coolest thing you’ve ever done.” He mimics back turning to grab your towel whilst you turned the water off.

“Hey, I’m cool.” You mutter.

He gives a look which you take as a Y/n you are not cool in anyway and wraps the towel around you. Before going underneath the sink to get himself one of your spare towels, wrapping it lowly across his waist, with the beads of water across his body and hair drooping down.

“You’re cool to me.” He jokes out.

“We sound like the elderly.” You mutter, he grabs your waist carrying you and the towel out of the bathroom and into your room.

“The elderly wouldn’t be able to fuck like we do.” He puts you on the bed, your hair wet and spewed out on the bed but he goes to kiss you softly.

You don’t make a comeback only kissing back and feeling the water across the two of you, undoing the towel to see you all. He stays on top entrapping you between his arms whilst you kiss him lavishly, he bites your bottom lip making you moan and having the access straight to your tongue. He wanted to fuck you but instead the sound of the alarm of the oven went off and he let go of you.

“I’ve been cockblocked by food.” He mutters walking out of your room leaving you high and dry. You scoff wrapping the towel around your hair whilst putting his hoodie and shorts on before following the man.

He had worn the discarded clothes he had left on the floor, leaving his brown jacket on the sofa as he wafted the chicken nuggets to get warm. “My favourite.” You speak with love in your eyes.

“Aww am I real…” Before Keigo could continue to relish in the praise he thought was for him, you grab the nugget sitting on the counter top. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” You pick at the nugget letting air hit it as you smile at the boy.

“Yeah, I don’t, baby bird.” He says coming in to kiss your cheek, you watched whilst he continuously tried using his feathers to cool the nuggets, laughing at your idiot of a boyfriend.

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