#im too tired to refine this any more but.

[dennisboobs]

I don’t like Mac at all. I hate that everyone wants to baby him when all he is just selfish and violent. He treats Dennis so awful. His sexual assault towards Dennis and his lack of boundaries isn’t some stupid, goofy guy act because he’s actually just that awful. Dennis doesn’t deserve that. I think if Mac just left Dennis alone then Dennis could finally find some happiness. Your posts are incredible, thank you and I can’t wait to hear more.

well, they're both awful, anon. they go back and forth with it. den treats him like shit too, and it's not like mac always deserves what dennis dishes out either.

I don't dislike mac, although i do have a problem with the way fandom tends to baby him (but this can be said of pretty much every member of the gang, it's just fandom). i actually think dennis wants mac around, he just wants him to be... his friend. instead of having to constantly fend off his advances. they are both incredibly bad for each other, but i don't personally believe that mac leaving dennis alone would improve things. dennis tries over and over again to leave and he always comes to the realization that things are better with the gang than out on his own. he struggles to form connections outside of the gang just as he struggles to form connections inside the gang. the gang will never be able to separate because they are all they have. it's an extremely dysfunctional family, but still a family.

den's "hated" mac since season 9 interestingly a revelation to come after mac's homophobic tirade on mac day, prompting him to say "not only is he ruining my life, but with all this god shit that he's into, he could be ruining my afterlife" which. i'm sure has absolutely nothing to do with anything. especially not after frank vs russia showed us that den's been queer for who knows how long. but aside from a few moments here and there, mac wasn't really actively, intentionally pursuing him until the latter half of season 12 (post-PTSDee when he realizes he's in love with dennis, and then in dennis' double life when he comes up with the plan to fake being in a relationship with him). mac is incredibly impulsive, and the majority of the time, at least before he comes out, i don't think he fully intends to harm dennis (or anyone else), he just. does. he's definitely selfish (as is the rest of the gang), and that leads to unfortunate consequences, but like in chokes, and gets romantic, and dennis' double life, his goal is that he wants dennis to love him back. he isn't explicitly trying to trap dennis, it just sort of happens when the plans don't work out. with the way he changes his plans on the fly i doubt any of it was planned out very far in advance. i think dennis' aversion to change makes him want to try and revert mac to the way he was back when they got along, but he also hates mac lying to himself too. he's the one that pushes mac to come out, over and over, and then says he's happy for mac once he does finally come out. i fully believe the reason the two of them seemed to be doing better in inflates was because with mac "taken", dennis was feeling unthreatened by him, which, ultimately, is what dennis actually wants. for mac to be dating someone else so that his sexual advances are directed elsewhere and dennis can be friends with him again.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

HI HI DOVE :DD im so excited for the event!! your writings always make me kick my feet and giggle c:

so yk my undying live for the one and only jade leech ^^ (even if the bitey bastard refuses to show his face in gacha >:0) and i see [fairytale scene] fits his love for nature C:

jade and cottagecore hmmmmm 👀 well there goes my brain and my spine—

REMEMBER TO HYDRATE AND UNSHRIMP YOUR SPINE TOO DOVE :DD

Fairytale Scene; Jade Leech

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, mutual pining, yearning

Content Warning; Some swearing

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; I don't even know how I ended up with this, but it's cute! Hopefully, this makes up for the bitey bastard refusing to come home!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You felt like you were living in a dream, a picture-perfect dream that only existed in fairytales. How else could you have ended up alone in a quaint cottage on the edge of the sea with Jade Leech; the man that had captured your heart since day one? And despite Floyd and Azul basically making the two of you pack up your bags for a week-long vacation with the crush that you swore was secret — as you hadn’t uttered a word to anybody — you found yourself and Jade alone with just each other for an entire seven days. One hundred and sixty-eight hours, ten thousand and eighty minutes, alone. Scratch that, maybe not a dream, this seemed more like a plot of some cheesy rom-com where both of the characters confessed their love to each other on the beach. But there was no chance that Jade, the Jade Leech would do that… right?

“You seem distracted, Prefect.”

You jumped and hit your head against the hanging flower bed since the two of you were doing some sprucing up in the garden. You were fine, but your clumsiness sent a pot crashing to the ground, leaving you more embarrassed than anything. “Nope! Perfectly fine!” But the rise in octave betrayed you.

If it were anyone else, Jade would have found it amusing, which he still did, but instead of just chuckling at your misfortune, he helped you get out from under the flower bed, and made sure that you weren’t hurt. “Hmm, are you alright, my dear,” he hummed, looking you over for any cuts.

I’m not okay, no, especially with you looking at me like that and calling me dear. I think I’m going to have a stroke here. “Yeah! Just my own clumsiness is all—” you stopped mid-sentence, and stared at Jade. 

The mid-afternoon sun cast him in a warm light, turning his eyes into a glowing gold, and highlighting the olive of his right eye. The ocean glittered behind him. He had a few leaves stuck in his hair, and some dirt on his face, so unlike his clean and refined state that you usually saw him in. And the look he was giving you… it was so soft, so full of worry, concern, and love. 

Perhaps you had hit your head hard enough to give yourself a concussion, with your luck it was more likely than your feelings being reciprocated. 

And Jade’s staring at you was not helping the manner, he was looking you straight in the eye, and you couldn’t look away for some reason. You two hadn’t even been here for a full day yet! How could you expect to survive an entire week of this?!

You weren’t, that was the entire reason the both of you were here. Azul had grown tired of seeing Jade get distracted on the job, and Floyd was getting bored of seeing the two of you do nothing. But you and Jade didn’t need to know that, even if the mer-eel knew what Azul was plotting with this ‘vacation’. This was all a set-up for the two of you to confess, and what a fine set-up it was.

“You need to be more careful,” Jade breathed out, finally putting his concern at ease when he couldn’t find anything wrong. 

There he was, giving you that look again. “Uhhhh, okay,” you said eloquently. Who could blame you really? 

Jade chuckled softly as he helped you up, brushing some dirt off your shoulders. And before you knew it, you were rubbing off the smudge of dirt that was on his cheek, and he froze, looking at you with a curious look.

Shit, did I cross his boundaries? SHIT-

“You are full of surprises,” he murmured, taking the hand you used to smudge the dirt off his face into his, before placing a kiss on your earth-stained knuckles. A week alone, that’s rather unfair of you Azul, but no need to worry, I shall use it to my advantage. And he then placed a kiss to where you had bumped your head. “Hopefully that speeds up the healing process, my dear.”This is a dream, a fairytale scene. This can’t be actually happening… right? But the lingering sensation of his lips on your cheeks was very much, not a dream.

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[aonungyoufuck]

Runaway {Part 9}

Runaway Masterlist

DNI/BYF

Ao'nung x Fem sully reader.

Synopsis: its been a long time. Far to long but Ao'nung makes you diner. Still in the courting phaze. Honestly its just little bit of fluff.

Ao’nung felt it. The water wasn't exactly like home. It was almost a little suffocating. But he figured since you adapted to his home he could adapt to this one. 

He had been thankful that the first day here he had began marking it on his spear before translating it to a board. It had been exactly one year and six months. And he's done his best to keep track of dates. And if memory serves him right. It was almost his birthday too. 

He would say courting has gone well. 

Alongside all that he’s managed to adapt kind of well to the forest. Sure he sucks are climbing, he still can't hunt unless you help. And there are no Ikran here to tame. But hes made Progress with what you two had to work with. 

His skin feels dryer than normal and he’s spending more time in the water. Which helped in making tools and collecting more food that way. 

But you took notice of it too. Luckily for you on one day where he was deep into the lake. You manage to sneak into his hut. Finding the wood that he had been carving. And lucky for you. You also remembered what day his birthday fell on. 

“What are you doing in here?”

“Ao’nung! God i swear one day im going to drop dead from fright” You poke. 

The little pod was nothing like back home. And you could tell it could use some work. 

“Just came to see if i can help fix up your little area a little. All i have to worry bout is my hammock so i thought you may want me to fix it up a little?”

He rose a brow before sighing. “Sure. I mean i know this place is falling apart too” 

“Plus i have a slug coating that can help with the wood rot.” You commented back. 

He smiled. Extending his hand out. In it a small but shiny crystal. One that he had made sure to polish and refine to perfection. 

“For you” 

“Ao’nung..Where did you find this?” 

“There’s surprisingly a lot of stuff at the bottom of this lake”

Now When he had first began to court you He had no one to talk to. But he did remember Lo’ak asking him how to go about courting his sister. So he had a minor clue on your courting rituals not being the same. 

And he was a little bit reluctant to ask you. But you had told him however he wants to, You are more than willing to accept his courting rituals. 

You took notice of the hole that he most likely drilled into the stone. Smiling, taking the hand you wove it into your hair. 

“Ao’nung your hand..” 

Ao’nung quickly took his hand away from yours. “Its nothing” 

“Does it hurt?”  

His hands were dry and blistering. Slightly red at his knuckles and finger tips. “No. Kind of”

“You should have told me” 

“I didnt want you to worry any more than you have” 

“Ao’nung”

You grabbed his hand. Careful with the blisters as you gently peppered them with kisses. “Prepare me a fire, please?” 

“What for?”

“Well, i still have year of Tsahik training under my knowledge. Not to mention we are in the forest” 

Ao’nung rolled his eyes, smirking a little as he could only help but sigh. “Alright alright fine. Just be safe alright?”

“Dont worry love. Ill be back soon” You bid him a quick goodbye before heading off again. 

Ao’nung was glad you hadn’t looked more into the place. He had been working hard on making you the greatest meal he could make. Cooking or preparing food wasn’t his strong suit. But watching his mother and Tsireya for so many years he picked up a thing or two. 

He figured you were also tired of the Teylu and the fish he could gather. Lucky for him he had found fruits a while ago and had planted only two. It had borne good fruit and he was Glad. He wanted to try some more. 

He was glad too that Kiri had showed him your Omatikaya spiciest dish. 

You were taking your time. But he was glad too for the food was ready by the time he had finally seen you come by. 

“Ao’nung… Oh! What’s this all about?” 

“ I thought you may like if i prepared food for you this time” 

You smiled Sitting next to him as you looked at the fire and the food. “I love it thank you” 

Ao’nung handed you his hands. But not before giving you a new Clay Bowl. 

It had been like this since you two ran off. You would provide the highest amount of food, And he would provide the materials. Given that he had better access to it. But he wanted to bring up a point tonight. 

So while you began to mash the paste and wrap his hands he decided to speak. 

“Do you think. Maybe you could teach me to hunt some more?” 

“I can. But are you sure? I mean you have been spending a lot more time in the water”

“I want to provide more for you. How will you accept me if i do not?”

“I have accepted you a long time ago dear Ao’nung” 

Ao’nung didn’t know if it was because of the lack of people. But you had been so bold. And it made him more reserved.  Shy which he never was. It made his heart beat for you more. 

“If you want to know, I can teach you. But Know that im okay with the system we have”

“I like to provide. But i will admit it was fun to cook” Ao’nung admitted. 

You smiled. Kissing his hands as you noticed that his skin on his legs was also cracking. 

He looked so dry compared to the amount of time he was spending in the water. It concerned you and you made yourself a mental note to make more paste just in case it ever bled. 

You also took this as a good way to make sure he was eating. Giving he looked a little more sunken in than usual

“Alright alright you big baby ill teach you”  You could only smile. 

Laying down next to each other wasn’t uncommon but it was often that you didn't do this. Staring out into the sky. It was nice to see it. To feel the wind pass you by. To let the wonders of pandora engulf you. 

“What is that?” Ao’nung commented, making you look at what had gingerly landed on his hand. 

“Atokirina” You let out a gasp as you took a look at the wood sprite that had landed on Ao’nung. 

Little by little and one by one they surrounded you two. Engulfing you in a light show you could only dream of. 

Feeling like the young adults you were two years ago when Ao’nung had told you those sweet nothings. 

“There must be a tree of souls nearby,” you commented. Laughing a little as you watched them leave. 

“We should go find it one day” Ao’nung suggested. 

“No. It is sacred to another clan. It would be rude if we did so” 

Ao’nung could only laugh at your words. 

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“One year Tonowari” Ronal spoke through her tired voice. All this time she had wept for her son. She often stayed in her pod helping when needed and leaving when left alone. 

Her voice lost its fierce strength and now it was tired. Strained and harsh because she had grown so tired of it. Tired of wanting to understand why Ao’nung had left. 

But she knew. She knew too well and she oftentimes found herself upset for  not making an effort to understand her son’s devotion to you. 

“I know Ma Ronal” 

“What is this Tonowari” she spoke. She was so worried. And whilst she blamed you in the beginning. She was worried for you too. It was like having another Daughter. For Eywa’s sakes

She had accepted Lo’ak to Court Tsireya as to not lose her too. Oftentimes she found herself by the spirit tree. Wondering, asking for their safe return. Asking her that if you two return, she will happily take you two back. No matter the costs. 

Ateyo had grown so quickly and she was missing out on her oldest son. 

She would clean his spear, his nets and anything just so that if he were to come back. He would be coming back to what was normal. 

Oftentimes Tonowari found her. Reliving the memories of Ao’nung. Like a baby he was. Like the young boy he was. The Kid Ronal Adored so much now that he was gone. He too prayed to Eywa for your return soon. For it broke his heart to much to see her in such pain.

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[sillycicle]

mha oc!!!1!!11!!

hes so silly I love him so much and he doesn't even have an actual name yet 😭 I've had this guy rotting my mind since December when I last hyperfixated on mha and decided to finally give him an overhaul (hehe) and actually design him

Im about to start blabbering about his quirk and story so if you want to hear more just go ahead and read but be warned!1!1!!

His hero name is the Energy Hero: Starboy and his quirk is Light Energy Manipulation. He's able to manipulate light energy from the sun & other light sources, all having different effects when in use. As he uses his quirk more and more, his hair slowly starts turning more white. When he uses his ability his white hair also shines iridescent, like a rainbow.

His horns and tail come from his father, who had a quirk that simply gave him horns, a tail, and manipulation of his own energy. His mother had a quirk that would make her hair light up and glow like the sun - but thats all he was told by his adoptive parents, as he was abandoned alone on the street with no memory when he was five years old. He was told that his father was murdered, and his mother was missing, so he devotes himself to heroism in order to make sure nobody else leaves children and family alone of the street to defend for themselves.

Energy from the sun & stars: gives him his basic fighting style, which is creating waves, shields, weapons, transportation, and all around general use. Its similar to Denki's, but only a bit. If denki was able to refine and control his quirk w/out the use of support items, he'd be exactly like my oc lol.

He later figures out that energy from the sun & stars gives him a new ability as part of his Quirk Awakening: Lightspeed - this ability gives him the ability to move his position in time. There's two versions of this ability, Red Shift and Blue Shift - they rewind him and fast forward him respective to the color shift they match. Also it isn't time travel, its more just like??? If he fell off a building facing one way, when he uses lightspeed to rewind himself, he can move freely during his way back up, but he's still moving upwards??? Like he can turn around and face the way he wasn't before??? Hope that explains it. He can also use this ability on objects and people that he touches, but only for the duration of this ability in use.

This ability also has heavy drawbacks on him, and he regularly suffers from nosebleeds, head aches, and tremors after he uses it (he almost died from a nosebleed in class once bc Aizawa was tired of him leaving to go to the nurses. He never made him stay in class again lol). Similarly, is he uses this ability on other people more that regularly, they suffer the same conditions, just lessened. The first time he uses this power, his body is rewound an entire day as part of his drawbacks, but his body being rewound rarely happens after her begins to train with this power.

Energy from UV: He can turn invisible and things he touches invisible, kind of like Violet from the Incredibles. This ability is primarily used as an ultimate move.

Energy from Incandescent Light: sort of electric-like, similar to denki's, but he uses it less because its for difficult to harness and get enough incandescent energy for use. Also, incandescent energy is regularly mixed with his sun energy, so its kind of useless to try and seperate it.

He is involved with any arc involving the whole/most of the class like the USJ and Sports Fesival arcs. He is also involved with the Stain and Shie Hassaikai arcs, and maybe more as I continue to rewatch the show. He also plays a supporting role in the Two Heroes movie, and his own arc that happens because why wouldn't i give my main mha oc his own arc??? What???

During said Starboy arc, he has some shenanigans with a villain who basically has a quirk similar to (what i know of with my limited jjk knowledge) domain expansions. Also iida is a big part of this arc too bc he's my fav character why wouldn't i involve him in my main oc's arc??? What??? Anyways, Starboy and Iida literally dance to beat this villain lol. Also Starboy almost levels a 10th of a city ❤ After that, his right (your left) eye is permanently in a sunburst shape and he is semi-partially blind. He also has sunburst-like scars on his hands and forearms after this battle. His original character design had ties to AFO and stuff, but he was WAYYY to plot relevant and could've lowkey replaced Deku with his backstory alone lmao.

He's closest with Iida, Kirishima, Kamanari, and Sero. He's also pretty close with Shoji, Tokoyami, Ojiro, Hakegure, and Mina, but not as close as the aforementioned four.

Also the last photo is his winter costume =p

[youkaigakkou-tl]

Earlier today, my sis and I tried thinking if terrifed teach was an anime, who would be the vas

We came up with:

Justin Cook (Kirishima [BNHA]) for Hijita

Justin Tindle (Karama [AssClass]) for Sano

J. Michael Tatum for Miki

Jonah Scott for Hatanaka

Landon McDonald (Ranpo [BSD]) for Akira (maybe, he was a hard one to pick)

Christopher Sabat (All Might [BNHA]) for The Principal

Kaiji Tang (Gojo [JJK]) for Karasuma

Luci Christian (Uraraka [BNHA]) for Kuniko

and then we got stuck

asgdsgafgdsf this isnt even putting the cart before the horse anymore this is fully loading the cart and building a stable before the horse

tbh. i dont watch dub anime so idk VAs (but also idk japanese VAs either. VAs just arent a thing i pay attention to in general really) but i have some free time so i guess ill look up some demo reels and give opinions on the ones i have any opinions on

(and find out that all the VAs i do know are from genshin)

Justin Cook (Kirishima [BNHA]) for Hijita

tbh i barely know any of the characters this guy voices. i guess its fine

wait actually. i know EXACTLY who should do hijita. max mittelman. that guy is so good

Austin Tindle (Karma [AssClass]) for Sano

shitttt ur right sano is kinda karma he's just less smug about it

oh what this guy also voiced kaneki i think i actually watched TG in dub back in the day

J. Michael Tatum for Miki

oh shit this is pantalone from genshin hell yeah

Jonah Scott for Hatanaka

JONAH SCOTT FRIEND OF DRAWFEE???

ok jonah cool and all but i have an actual opinion here. corey landis. the guy who voices welt in honkai star rail. i think he would fit hatanaka

Landon McDonald (Ranpo [BSD]) for Akira

too high pitched i think. takahashis voice gotta be low and sexy but also deranged (sanest takahashi liker)

consider: sean durrie (baizhu genshin)

Christopher Sabat (All Might [BNHA]) for The Principal

the characters this guy voices are all so gung ho the principal is more refined i'd like to think. and tired

have u considered. keith silverstein (zhongli genshin) (am i just typecasting yohaji chars to genshin chars at this point? perhaps)

now if i was a deranged person i would suggest the stanley parable narrator. thankfully i am a normal person so i would never say that

Kaiji Tang (Gojo [JJK]) for Karasuma

honestly? u know who would fit ranmaru? ranpos VA. landon mcdonald

Luci Christian (Uraraka [BNHA]) for Kuniko

ok going into this i already had an idea for kuniko. lilypichu. she would fit.

Alejandro Saab for Fuji

ah yes i see this guy on twitter all the time

my first thought was his voice is Too deep but then i heard his performance as miyamura and yeah i guess i can see it

Aaron Dismuke for Ogoso

idk i cant really see it but also idk what kind of voice would suit ogoso

and while we're on the topic of VAs anyway

kaeya's VA would totally fit ebisu

venti's voice but higher would fit mame

since jjk was mentioned: i always thought i could only recognise 1 jp VA (hiroshi kamiya, because araragi). i now know i actually know 2 because i was watching the new jjk and geto talked and i had to do a double take and still cant unhear reigen

the things i would do for amaaki to be voiced by hiroshi kamiya. i can only dream. or seimei but i think seimei is meant to have the same voice as haru. i think?

i have thought long and hard abt what harus eng voice should sound like. idk lol theres no genshin character i can typecast him onto. but i think max mittelman could do it too this man has sold me on him forever with his performance as itto i believe he has the range to do anything

tbh im like the worst person to discuss anime VAs with LOL the types of voicework i like is like. stanley parable narrator. superliminal glenn pierce. the beginners guide davey. getting over it monologue. (....honkai star rail welt)

[bullagit]

my friend you are so refined. nice to see posts appreciating stede every once in awhile lol love to clown on the dude but i also feel like the fandom has pushed me into full apologist mode too. like yes he’s wack he has problems but i am also so bored of reading the same takes over and over about why he needs to castigate himself for absolution or be responsible for the actions of other adult human beings lol. ik this is kinda spicy lol but just wanted to let u know ur appreciated

its always rad to know you're not alone in these takes!! i dont consider it spicy at all i think it's completely valid tbh. this got way longer than i planned hold on if u want the tldr its that you are right

anyway at this point im gonna stop even doing the like, "i know stede [xyz about flaw or mistake he made]" preface when i type up meta, unless i'm posting specifically about his flaws or mistakes. 🤷

especially if what i'm writing is about ways stede has been legit wronged, or how parts of fandom only seem to invoke historical accuracy/paying attention to very specific minutiae when it's done in a way that makes stede come across as way more self-aware and self-important than he is in any canon capacity lol. i get tired of meta and interpretations where everything bad that happens in stede's relationships is solely on him, and reconciling is solely on him, and maintaining is solely on him!

these characters are all flawed human beings who bring their baggage to relationships. all of them. and those relationships are two-way streets, from the issues to the repairs. and it's unfair to see it whittled down to like... thoughtful fleshed-out considerations of ed and mary and their circumstances/points of view and how that contributes to their actions, occasionally to the point where even THEIR missteps are suddenly recontextualized to be technically stede's fault. while stede gets surface-level bad faith takes that ignore the context of his actions and the history he has that contributes to his issues. they've all done things that were hurtful, they've all done things they need to work through.

like. just because mary says stede left his family on a whim doesn't mean that's literally what he did! we know full well it wasn't some idle whim he had. the thing is, demonstrably, she and stede do not really know or understand each other. to HER understanding, it was a whim. to stede it was fumbling for hold of a lifeline after a lifetime of slowly drowning. and it doesn't make it less of a terrible thing that he left his family without a word in the night. and it doesn't make it less of a terrible thing that she literally tried to murder him without a word in the night. in the same way that just because they were able to come to an understanding at the very end of the season, it doesn't mean that they could have magically had a satisfying life together If Stede Had Only Been More Open Sooner.

and just because stede did something that broke ed's heart doesn't mean it's stede's fault that ed, a 40+ year old man, attempted the murder of people he knows stede cares about. in the same way that while izzy pushed ed’s buttons and was generally fucking awful to ed in the aftermath, it was ultimately still a choice that ed made to maroon the crew and literally throw lucius overboard!

(and like, i think there's a lot to be said about the fact that if stede had straight-up been intercepted more permanently in some way, if he'd not shown up bc he was hurt/killed/captured/etc, ed's assumptions-- the fact that he at no point seemed to consider that something could have gone wrong with their little plan-- and ultimate awful reactions would have played out the same way. i think there's a lot to be said about the fact that he historically seems to have trouble picking up on stede's issues; being so in love with the whole forest that he tends not to pick up on the state of the individual trees that form it, etc.

but god that's a whole thing i don't even have energy for that rn)

[remylebeaugambit]

i Promise you i am not a rogueneto fan that shit is horrid. im not saying its a masterpiece. i am genuinely asking what your issue is with it because i, personally, dont see anything, but maybe you know something i dont. sorry for being on anon, i guess im just a coward and i dont want to connect my blog to any potential insanity that may happen. if its a matter of opinion, okay, but the vitriolic tone in both the original post and your first response to me has me wondering if there isnt more, so i asked, and am asking again. if this is ignored, so be it, i guess.

Didn’t realize it was a real question. Sorry about that. Thought you were the same anon who’s been coming here just to be a bother, it’s hard to tell when everyone’s an anon. I mean, private message is an option too. 

Well, the art looks like scribbles, it lacks refinement. It could be cute if the artist had spent five more minutes on it, esp. on Gambit. Rogue does look cute in some panels, but Gambit is just crude. The writing is nonsensical, unimaginative, amateur, and mainly, it isn’t true to the characters. People are entitled to disagree. I thought it was irredeemably bad. Bad is recurrent and I’m just so tired of bad that I tend to be overly angry and sarcastic. Anyway I use this blog to rant too, people can skip what I write if they don't like it or block me. 

[plunnies-n-shit]

Anyway is christmas eve and im drunk and tired and thinking about a blind ichigo au

Like hes been blind for as long as he can remember and has largely navigated the world through his sense of reiatsu and while not perfect and complete solution by any means he can get around fine. The other students think its a little uncanny that he can always recognize whos approaching him, can tell who is or isnt in class today, but theyve also seen him training with Tatsuki, and hes friends with Sado whos grandmother is also blind, so its not like. THAT weird?

And its honestly a boon when hes a subshinigami, because consciously or not hollows and shinigami both use their reiatsu to bolster their bodies as they move and strike, to give them speed and strength, and by refining his reiatsu sense ichigo knows where an attack is going to be before the motion even really begins. Which isnt perfect either: he actually fights kenpachi better after kenpachi removes the eyepatch, because with the eyepatch on kenpachi earned all of his strength and speed the proper way, through training and training and physical training.

And byakuya is more than a little overwhelming, because when he releases his shikai he's everywhere, all at once, and tracking each and every petal of reiatsu is next to impossible

But then Aizen is dead and Ichigo is perfectly, normally human again, and the world is big and unknown and scary, compounded on top of his ptsd from the winter war, and it just. Sucks big time.

And after about a month of too little sleep and falling behind in school and flinching every time one of his sisters so much as accidentally brush up against him, ichigo is home alone because he cant force himself to go to school where there are people and obstacles and his exfriends and an ocean of pity, and theres a knock on the door.

Kisuke sweeps his way into the kurosaki house with all his usual arrogant confidence, and ichigo is annoyed, of course he is, its been a month of no contact. But hes also comfortable, with kisuke nearby, relaxing by inches, and he cant figure out why until hes sitting at the kitchen table with the lunch kisuke brought

Because kisuke is chattering mindlessly, like he always does, but now it always gives ichigo a sense of where kisuke is. And ichigo knows this space, he can navigate it fine, so kisuke doesnt bother guiding him there. But when the food is plated and their at the table, kisuke's touch is a gentle guide on his wrist: here is his plate, his chopsticks, his drink. But it doesnt feel like pity, it just feels. Natural. Like this is what ichigo needs, and kisuke would be an asshole if he didnt do these things

And before Kisuke leaves, he wrapps ichigos fingers around the curved handle of a cane, and. Its not a guide cane, but its more than even isshin has offered him, and ichigo feels his breath all caught up in his chest, tangled up with the gratefulness that he cant choke out.

(He assumes its just a replica, because the alternative is too crazy for ichigo to even comprehend. But then he has his powers back and he can feel Benihime beneath his hand, all of Kisukes carefully-cultivated bloodlust, and, a Zanpakuto is the extension of the soul, Kisuke has to be fucking insane)

(kisuke must be insane, because the alternative is too crazy for ichigo to even comprehend)

Definitely dont think about kisuke losing his goddamn little mind becaise ichigo is out there, powerless and vulnerable,and the stress is part guilt part... attachment

And he comes to ichigo with the intent to give him lunch and a guide cane. Its very modern. Foldable. Ichigo could probably beat a hollow to death with it, if it came to that, with the amount of augments and enhancements kisuke made to it.

But instead kisuke finds himself wrapping ichigos fingers around his cane, his Zanpakuto. Its already in motion, and he cant find an elegant way of walking this back, and he finds that he doesnt want to.

And never think about the guilty satisfaction kisuke takes in knowing ichigo is carrying around a piece of his soul, arguably his better half. Because this is his fault, and hes fixing it, and that should feel guitily good enough in its own right, but

dont think about why else he would be pleased and smug

anyways merr chirstymas

[imaginewithtearose]

Sorry this might be odd, but I loved your headcanons for Jamil and Azul who pin for the same person, so I wondered if you were willing to write something similar but for Leona and Malleus? Don't have to of course! Have a nice day!

Why shouldn't i!? I love these two!! Hahaha, and its sounds so funny, lets go!! I'm gonna so the same as the Azul and Jamil one, if you want a part two i will work on it ;P

Leona and Malleus pinning on the same person! Gender neutral reader

They absolutely notice when the other is in love with y/n. Like. Its impossible for them to ignore the presence of the other.

This just became another reason to fight and hate each other lol

But how did you make TWO princes to fall in love with you? Well...

Leona fell for you the moment you helped him. You treated him like this world's king, but also stand up for him and yourself when he hurted himself and others in his overbolt. You listened to him and helped him become a king again. A fierce but kind person... That is the kind of partner he wants at his side.

On the other side, Malleus fell for you when you first met him. You talked to him, unaware of his social status and powerful magic. You treated him like any other person and even give him a cute nickname. Your chats and walks make his heart flutter. Didn't think he fall for a human like this...

And of course, neither Leona nor Malleus wanted to give up on you. So this became a competition.

Leona invited you to the botanical garden so you can hang out? Well Malleus now invited you formally to a tea party in his dorm.

Malleus enjoy walking with you in the afternoon? Well Leona seems to require help for his magift practices, sooo sad you can go with Malleus.

These two bitches tries to see who gifts you more things.

The usual gifts Leona gives you are things that remind you of him. Lion plushies, ribbons, jackets, candles, blankets, and pillows too. As an excuse to pass the time on your dorm ;)

The gifts of Malleus are more refined yet personable, since he knows you so well. Tea sets, little gargoyle statues, pillows as well, expensive tea bags and beautiful crystals.

Soon your whole dorm is full of their gift, and you are TIRED of this.

So you invite them both and asks them to PLEASE EXPLAIN WHAT IS THIS ABSOLUTELY OBVIOUS FIGHT FOR YOUR ATTENTION.

And so, they confess.

“My dear y/n, my dear friend, i have to confess you something. My feelings are not normal for a friend, but they are for a lover, and that's the way i see you. Since the moment i met you, something clicked on my heart and make him function in a distinct way. You are not forced to accept my feelings, but if you feel the same, please accept me right here, and i will become your only one partner”

“Listen up, im not gonna repeat myself herbivore; Since the moment you took my hand you made my head act like crazy. I dont wanna see you with another man, and i dont wanna lose you to another prince, i don't wanna be the second option again. So, i will not force anything on this, i will only let you know that im in love with you, if you reciprocate those feelings... I will be the happiest lion, and the better boyfriend that you know. I promise.”

Now, you have a decision to make, between two handsome princes...

Hope this pleases you anon! I will do a second part of this soon, if you wanna read it please let me know!!!

[skyesu]

Your takes on the pastas are really cool, especially for ben and BEN, pretty interesting way of having both canon and fanon designs included in the art! Do you have any headcanons for the pastas personalities?

Aaagh thank you!! I did separate Ben & BEN to represent Ben the actual kid & BEN the program but having originally designed Kid Ben in like. 7th-8th grade???? He is the more fanon-y out of the two of them.

AND IM SO GLAD U ASKED ABT THWIR PERSONALITIES Dude. Dude

- Natalie is a diagnosed psychopath & is very blunt, rash, violent and ridiculing, basically ur classic creepypasta boye. She is v flirtatious too in certain settings but it’s impossible to tell if she means it or not lmao. She’s unleashed a lot of her repressed anger already since running away & has mellowed out a bit—she can even grow to care for certain people, tho it takes a lot of time & a lot of trial and error for her to begin caring in an “acceptable” way.

- Jeff is very Tired. That’s like the most concise way I can describe it. He’s schizophrenic and has trauma-induced BPD which can make him seem very volatile and destructive, when really they’re both incidental to him being a killer. He kills mostly for survival and while not outright violent off the bat, is usually very dismissive of others and would rather be left alone. Needless to say this causes Problems when he comes across someone he actually ends up liking

- Jack might be the most well-adjusted out of all of them, besides maybe Ben?? He’s very snarky and resigned, kind of like a more peppy Jeff but he has way more refined social skills and would be pretty open to others if not for his.,predicament. Which is he kind of needs to be a cannibal to live. He distances himself from a lot of the bad things he does and dismisses them as “part of the job” or “just survival,” both of which are true but..you can only have so many excuses buddy

- Ben (kid version) is actually pretty normal!! But like the others, he’s pretty resigned to his station by now (being dead AND trapped in a shitty little n64 cartridge) and is also very used to being passed around like a hot potato that nobody really wants to be stuck with—so abandonment issues on that end as well!! But even so, he’s usually very “”chill”” and tries to be a good person and friend, though is gripped by the fear that he’ll end up hurting someone he cares about (as has happened before).

- BEN (evil evil dude) is the thing Ben is afraid will hurt people. It’s his “”other half,”” as Ben calls it, or even “that thing” but it resents those labels a bunch because it believes it has just as much of a right to be residing in Ben’s soul as he does. It’s very chaotic, manipulative, & maniacal and rarely shows any true emotional depth when toying with victims, though if you say the right (extremely hurtful) things it will be caught off guard and be genuinely upset. Which isn’t much better because it will actually want to kill you so maybe don’t try that

[wolverineteethhh-movedaccounts]

Welcome to crow being salty about minor characters that got chucked by the author because why the fuck not/ aka i rant about what i dont like what araki did with part 2

Word count: 937

Trigger warnings: mention of childbirth(as a comparison), body horror, character death, genocide and injury mentions(don’t read further if you are sensitive to the things mentioned)

Spoilers for JJBA part two for both the manga and anime

This isn’t professional in anyway this is for fun and im big mad.

Analysis under the cut:

We’re gonna start with the deeper plan arc because i am fucking going there

I don’t know, maybe I’m biased? But I really really didn’t like how Araki treated Esidisi as a plot device and plot device only. What the hell Crow, what do you mean by this? Well my dear reader who probably is also just as pissed as me, I mean looking at both the manga and anime he really did not get much agency during his stunted screen time. Araki only brought him back as a brain possessing someone else’s meat suit for exposition transporting our super duper important macguffin™️, otherwise he got his arm cut off by our protagonist and died after by some fucking wool. After that he really only paid him any mind for the flashback sequences in the final closing act where Kars gets chucked into space by some rocks and a volcano and when he becomes the ultimate being, cuing the narration introducing the pillar men as a species and the massacre, otherwise there’s no clear evidence on his death affecting the characters around him besides the red stone being transported to Switzerland(ie; Kars wondering where he went and why he didn’t call this time).

There’s a literary term for this and its called Fridging, coined after the green lantern comic where he finds his partner in his fridge left by the bad guy that killed her for him to find. Fridging happens to be scarily common in the writing of part 2, whether its Caesar dying without any closure or Kars wiping the floor with Lisa Lisa. There is the factor that Araki’s writing style wasn’t refined and laid out yet so there will be cheap throw aways and cliches about, but its also the fact that Fridging is used a lot in lots of other media often enough it gets tiring and leaves a bad taste in the audiences mouth. Fridging in its basis is supposed to make the more important character feel something and in turn the audience, but I find it hard to feel anything but annoyance and anger with how such a character with lots of story potential got thrown aside for the sake of forwarding the plot. His death is unceremonious and honestly super disappointing, Araki pulled a huge tell not show here with this arc. There’s a lot of talking and not a lot of significant action(besides the crying which I am super tired of dudebros making fun of the character for it tbh, let the man cry I’m sure if you got your arm amputated by something almost as painful as say childbirth you’d be crying too, if not unconscious) anyways, Araki barely utilizes him as a foil for Kars or anything, he’s just there to face Joseph two times and die for the plots sake.

One of the biggest culprits is the time span of Battle tendency itself(ifrc is about a month) which doesn’t give a lot of breathing room for those who aren’t the coveted main character, they get a flashback sequence, a tidbit from the narrator and if they’re lucky their own monologue before they’re sent off to dead character jail. In this case we only get hints implied by the narrative and things said by the character himself (ie; Esi going on his Sun Tzu tirade which implies he was travelling in east Asia at some point in time) which gives us very minimal information that doesn’t really help us get to know him better. The lack of filler in both the source material and more-so the anime adaption really doesn’t help either, things are simply implied to happen off screen with very little explanation. Hell we don’t even get to see a fuller extent of his abilities during the fight, maybe just 3 or more things before he gets bested. All we can really do is go off of the things vaguely inferred by the plot before during and after, again there’s way more telling than actual showing and the tells are very vague and minuscule.

Expanding on this it feels like its more montages than actually substance, which did way more hurt for the story in the long run when like part 8 has ran on for 10 entire years. Part 2 and more infamously part 5 feels like a fever dream with how both stories are paced. A month feels like its only a sliver of a week if not just a couple days, when in reality 30 days should slug on a little more.

I’m gonna go deeper, looking at how the writing has exposed the author’s hand.

No author is free from bias or having favourite characters, honestly I’m guilty as charged with this. Jojo’s chronological order that doesn’t stay with one story makes for a special perspective on how we view the characters. The stories are all different but fall on the same timeline(counting the alternate timeline part 7 and 8 are from), from victorian era England to a fictional Japanese town in the early 2000’s. Araki himself has stated he has forgotten characters he has written at times. But I’m finding that if the characters aren’t the main protagonists he tends to focus less on them, good writing lends to treating the characters as if they’re all the heroes of their own stories. Which I find lacklustre with some of Araki’s earlier writing.

I just honestly wish there was less characters getting Fridged/vagueness and more information about the characters and getting to know them better. There are so many things I want to change about part 2 but in the end i still love it, but the faults in the story make it hard to consume. For now im stuck making headcanons and writing fanon for myself and for whoever may be interested.

….Ok bye

[gotnofucks]

Hii, I'm not sure whether you still take request or not, but if you do I'd really appreciate if you could write something where the reader has a mild case of anorexia and body image issues. However I totally understand if you choose not to. I'm in a really bad mindset right now so it would be comforting to read some angsty fluff😅. Maybe with Lee or loki or bucky its totally up to you. Thank you, and sorry if i triggered in any ways it was not my intention. Im actually pretty embarrassed to even ask tbh.

You never have to be embarrassed to ask me for anything. I know life let's hard, it gets difficult. We all have our own problems. I want you to know that you're perfect the way you are. How you appears doesn't matter. What's important is that you are healthy and happy.

I am sorry this took a little long. Hope this helps. I did all three for you.

How would the boys react to reader having a mild case of anorexia and body image issues?

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Bucky Barnes: This is the third time he's seen you in the gym in less than 24 hours. You were lifting weights, grunting with effort and he frowned.

"Doll, put those down." He said and watched your sweaty body drop to the mat, tired and spent. He kneels before you, lifting your face. He gazes into your eyes, concern and compassion filling them.

You were so good at hiding your pain. The first thing agents learn is shielding their emotions, but you can't hide from him. You can't lie to him. He sees you, your truth in your eyes.

"Talk to me sweetheart" he mumbles, pulling you in his lap. His frown deepens because of how light you are. He's noticed you picking at your meal at dinner, being thinner than ever.

"I -" you look down, a little ashamed. You were supposed to be strong, fight crime. How could you be susceptible to small insecurities.

Bucky takes your hand is his, giving you a soft, small smile.

"I just want to look into the mirror and not hate myself" you say, voice cracking as you admit what had been in your heart for a while. It got more difficult to eat as you saw beautiful agents around you with perfect thigh gaps and round ass. You worked out more, harder than ever. You knew this wasn't normal, you knew. But...but you couldn't stop.

Bucky holds you to himself, his heart beating with sympathy and love for you. He knew what hating yourself felt like. He found his solace in you, and was determined that you find yours in him.

"Doll, the only mirror you need to look into are my eyes. Look here. " Taking your chin he makes you look in his deep blues, fingers gently stroking your cheek. "Look in my eyes and see yourself as I see you. Absolutely stunning, utter perfection. You won't find any hate here, only love."

When tears make their way down your face he wipes them away, knowing it's just the beginning to bringing you back. But he knows he will take this and any other journey with you, no matter how difficult.

"When you feel like you're not enough, promise me you'll find me. Until then, I'll love you enough for the both of us.

Lee Bodecker: His gaze was on your face as he ate, aware of you moving your food around. You always cooked a very elaborate meal for him, always putting the best things on the table. But he rarely saw you eating them.

As he lay with you at night, curling his heavy body around yours, he realized that you weren't just thin. You felt weaker. How had he taken this long to see you fall in front of him? He pulled you tighter against him, placing his mouth over your ear.

"Honey, remember when you promised you'll be a good wife to me?" He asked and you nodded, wondering where you went wrong. You turned in his arms to face him, looking at him with worried eyes.

"Did I do something?" You softly ask and Lee pecks your forehead.

"You're forgetting that I love you. That I love everything about you, from your body to your cooking to your singing in the shower. You're not looking after yourself sweetheart, even when you know that you're the most precious thing I have."

Your lower lip juts out in a pout, heartbreaking sobs shaking your body as you cry into your husband's chest. It was difficult to believe that someone like Lee, who could have any woman in this town, found you attractive, loved you enough to marry you.

"I - I am so sorry. I don't know how to stop." You confess and Lee cups your face delicately, holding you as one would a little baby.

"It's okay my love, we'll get through this. Together. Like always."

Loki : He was annoyed, both because you were not wearing his colours and because you looked almost... hollow.

At every ball he had gifted you a green dress, his colours so that everyone in attendance can know that you held his favor and desire. But today, not only did you wear blue, but you also looked so broken that made him want to impale anyone who hurt you on his dagger.

He swept you in his arms, twirling you across the floor with refined movements, smoothly dipping down and stealing the sweetest of kisses from your painted lips.

"I see you My Lady" he whispered, pulling you closer. Your eyes that used to be bright seems dull, waist thinner and your spirit brittle. He didn't need to dig too deep to find the truth. He knew you, he felt you.

"My Prince" you said, head a little bowed in embarrassment. You didn't see yourself worthy to be the Prince's companion, to walk the halls of Asgard as a Princess. You couldn't compare with the beauty of the court ladies, their dainty figures. You've tried to eat less, sweat more to be like them. So much so that today you couldn't fit in Loki's dress. It was too big for you.

"None of this My Lady" he said, twirling and pulling your back flush to his front, swaying smoothly. "I can see that doubt in your face, and I command it must leave at once. You are perfect, perfect to me and for me. Promise me now, that you'll work with me to bring yourself back."

You turned to face him again, matching every step of his with synchronized precision. His words and his eyes, their green so bright is seems to colour the world around you.

"My Prince, you'll have me as you want. Just...teach me. I confess I forget myself."

As applause drowned the sounds of music around you, Loki bent down to place his forehead against yours, sharing his strength with you.

"All day, every day. Forever, all long as it takes."

[ninak803]

Elitist Nightmares

Another chapter is ready! Enjoy it. & read tags for CW.

@whataboutmyfries I don't know what to say... You're such an incredible good, nice, amazing bean!

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

@sunflowerfox87 here is a new Chapter!

Chapter 6

Remus

Remus walked up and down in his living room. He felt Leo’s eyes on him, following every step he took

The last few days, they had spent refining their plan and by now it was a pretty decent one. Sure, there still were variables, like Sirius himself, but they couldn't do much about it. They also didn't know when they would kick it off or how everything would work out in the end, but their plan couldn't get any better.

Remus sighed and sat down next to Leo.

“I went over it again and again. It's good as it is.” he said.

Leo nodded.

“You're nervous.” he stated.

Remus bit his lip; nervous was an understatement. He was supposed to trust a Black. Someone who was part of the family, who… No. His mind wouldn't go back to his own family. Not now, he still had work to do. He needed to stay calm.

“Yeah. I am. This is just not what I thought this mission would look like, not at all. I like to have control over things and now I have to trust Sirius Black to work with me.” Remus shook his head “I don't like it. I don't like him, I guess.”

“You don't like his family. And if he really is lying, you can still kill him.”

Remus laughed a little.

“You're right.”

They sat in silence for a while, Remus still thinking about everything he and Leo had talked about the last couple of hours. Remus rotated his shoulders a little to get rid of the tension in his muscles. It didn't work.

“You're going to work with O'Hara and Tremblay afterwards.” Remus said.

The younger one turned his head to look at him, something showing in his eyes. Curiosity, joy maybe, but definitely a bit of nervousness.

“They can teach you more. Both of them are pretty good at what they are doing. Usually. And I don't know what Dumbledore wants me to do next, I guess I'll have some time off, which would be good, considering that I have a houseguest by then.”

Leo nodded, a small smile on his lips.

“Yeah, sure. I don't mind. They both seemed… nice.”

Remus looked at him, then grinned a bit.

“Sure. You'll be doing fine with them.”

He took a sip from his coffee and scrunched his nose. It was cold by now and there was nothing worse than cold coffee, he sighed.

“Okay… You have the rest of the day off, Leo. I'm going to meet Sirius tonight and tell him about the details. I don't need you for that.”

“You sure? I could wait in the car, like the last time.”

Remus shook his head.

“No. I appreciate it, but no. You get some sleep tonight.”

---

It was the middle of the night as Remus sneaked through the Blacks mansion. He tried to not make any sound and listened very carefully if there was someone still awake who could notice him. He opened Sirius' bedroom door just a crack and slipped in. It was dark and Remus could hear Sirius soft, regular breaths. He was asleep. Well, not for very long anymore. Remus moved closer to his bed and looked at him; he was lying on his back, his mouth slightly ajar, his hair a mess around his head. He looked… calm. Remus hadn't seen him so relaxed before, he always seemed so stressed and restrained, but right now he seemed peaceful. Remus almost had a bad conscience that he would wake him up any moment. Just almost.

He touched Sirius' shoulder gently. When he didn't react, Remus shook him a bit. That did the trick. Sirius opened his eyes and almost jumped out of his bed when he noticed Remus. His hand moved up to his heart.

“Fuck you. You scared me. That's your way to get in touch with me? Scaring me to death?” Sirius said, his voice still heavy from sleeping.

Sirius sat upright, moved a hand through his hair.

“So what's up, Amber Eyes?”

That confused Remus a bit.

“Amber Eyes?” he asked.

Sirius just shrugged.

“Tell me why you're here.”

Remus sat down next to Sirius on his bed and nodded.

“Okay, so we came up with a plan, how we will handle this situation, but you have to cooperate, otherwise your death is inevitable.”

“Im fine with my death…” Sirius whispered, almost inaudible.

That and the sadness in his voice made Remus heart hurt. He swallowed.

“Well, we're going to fake your death, everyone is going to think you're dead. That'll work for my purposes. And until everything is solved, and we got rid of your parents, you're going to stay at my place. You can't stay at a hotel, people would recognize you.”

Remus looked at Sirius, who remained silent.

“I'll need your blood to prepare the crime scene. It has to be a lot of blood, so it'll be plausible. You'll feel dizzy for a while, but you'll survive. After that I'll bring you to my place and then we have to wait.”

Sirius still didn't say a word, he just looked at Remus with a look he didn't quite understand.

“I have to tell James and my brother.” Sirius then said.

Remus shook his head.

“No. You can't tell anyone. I'm sorry, but I don’t think your brother would lie to your parents about it, I think he couldn't do it.”

“I still have to tell James, though. He is about to lose his job, he has a wife and a child, he needs to know. Also, he is my best friend, he will blame himself for it, he'll think it was his fault. That'll destroy him. I can't let that happen. You want me to work with you? Then let me tell my best friend.” he sounded determined.

Remus sighed.

“You think you can trust him? He's loyal to you, not your parents? He won't sell us out?”

“No.” Sirius laughed a little “He will be happy to know I’m out of my parents' reach, to be honest. I do trust him.”

“Okay, I'll be back on Wednesday. Try to act unsuspicious until then. Oh, and you can't take anything with you… No clothes, no phone, nothing. Otherwise it would look like you had run away.”

Sirius nodded a little.

“Okay…”

Remus got up and looked at him.

“I'll see you on Wednesday then. Don't do anything stupid, Im still watching you, remember that.”

Then he silently made his way out of the house.

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Sirius

He couldn't fall asleep that night again, too many thoughts occupying his mind.

“You look tired.” James said.

They were on their way to a meeting early in the morning.

“Can we talk later?” Sirius asked him.

James looked at him worriedly.

“ sure. Whenever you want to talk, I'm here. You know that.”

Sirius sighed and nodded. He had three days. Three days he had to act normal, though everything was far from normal.. So he acted normal, he attended the meetings of the day; he said his opinion on topics where no one actually cared what he thought. He ignored the angry looks from his parents. Perfectly normal.

Back home he went to his bedroom with James, who sat down on his bed. Sirius preferred to stay in the moment. He looked at James, who was waiting patiently until he found the courage to say what was on his mind all day. Sirius was sure he had already noticed the nervousness, James knew him better than anyone else.

Sirius sighed.

“Okay, you won't like what I'm telling you now, but promise me you'll listen first.”

James raised an eyebrow, looking confused.

“Okay? I promise, go on then.”

Sirius looked at his hands, fiddling them. He swallowed before he started speaking again.

“So a couple of days ago, this guy broke into my bedroom. He actually came to kill me. He had a knife and everything…” his hand moved up to his throat as he remembered.

Shock showed on James’s face as the realization sank in. He opened his mouth to say something but Sirius lifted his hand before he could start.

“Nothing happened, obviously. I'm good, don't worry. I don't know what made him change his mind, though. He came back yesterday with a plan and you won't like that either: We're going to fake my death and I'm going to hide somewhere, I don't know where yet. And I'm telling you this, so you don't blame yourself for it. this is going to be hell for you. My parents will investigate against you, obviously. You'll get fired, you have to find a new job, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, James…” he swallowed again.

James got up the moment he had finished talking.

“No. That's not going to happen. I won't let that happen. This shouldn't have happened in the first place!” he moved a hand through his hair in frustration.

“James, that's nothing to discuss. It is going to happen, even if you're not okay with it. I just wanted to let you know beforehand.”

James shook his head vigorously.

“It's my chance to get away from my parents, to get out of this hell of a life.” Sirius tried to argue, “Please, don't be angry.”

He looked at his best friend pleading, and James sighed.

“Promise me nothing is going to happen to you. And you have to contact me as soon as possible, I need to know you're okay and not actually dead. Fuck. I don't like this, I don't like this at all.”

Sirius smiled a little.

“I know you don’t. And I promise, I'll behave so no one has to shut my mouth and I'll be in touch.”

He pulled James in for a hug and he wished he never had to let go. He wasn't so sure if Remus would let him call James or write to him, but he was going to try it, anyway.

After a moment, he let go of his best friend reluctantly.

“When?” James asked.

“Soon.” was all Sirius told him.

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Sirius was sitting on his bed dabbing on his freshly cut lip with a cloth, when the bedroom door opened and his brother stormed in.

“Why can't you just shut up for once in your life? It's like you want her to do this to you! Why do you have to provoke them all the time!” he shouted.

“I just told her what I was thinking.”

“Well then, don’t!”

Sirius shook his head, getting angry with his little brother. Who did he think he was?

“And then what? Just do as they tell me? No. I will not kiss their asses, I'm not you. I don't care what they say about me or what they do to me! And you shouldn’t either.”

Sirius got up and looked down at his brother, both of them angry now.

“I do care what's happening with you! But you know what? Maybe you're right. Maybe I shouldn't. You obviously don't care what consequences your behaviour might have for others! For me. You just care about yourself, you selfish asshole.” and with that Regulus left.

Sirius heard him go to his own bedroom, the door closing loudly.

He rolled his eyes. His brother was such a drama queen sometimes, so Sirius went after him, knocking on his door.

“Reggie, come on. Let me explain everything, without fighting.” he tried.

“No. I don't want to talk to you now. Maybe tomorrow, now fuck off.”

Sirius shook his head, swallowing. They won't be able to talk tomorrow. It was Wednesday already.

p.s. there will be more of Finn, Logan & Leo the following chapters, I promise!!

[boomkloppthesoundofmyheart]

Carravile Fic

Title: Hey Stupid

Inspired by this post.

Note: Set in present time, but they’re in their 20s.

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"Neville, you really need to broaden your music taste," Jamie says as another Oasis song comes on Gary's music shuffle.

For this international break, Jamie has the pleasure of rooming with the Manc. He'd rather have roomed with Stevie, but the gaffer decided to mix things up and assigned them with people outside their own clubs. Hence, how he ended up rooming with one Gary Neville.

Which he doesn't really mind if he's honest. Especially after a change of heart on his part. He began to feel something else for the Manc after their last match with England.

Gary had come to his defense after Austria's striker took him down with a late tackle. He came rushing over and pushed the striker away when he tried pulling Jamie up on his feet. Few choice words were said before Gary checked up on his fallen teammate.

Ever since then, Jamie saw Gary in a new light. That, and he does enjoy talking to the guy. When they're playing club football, they'd keep in touch, usually texting the other about a bad result or an on-field gaffe (Jamie usually being at the end of those ones).

Sometimes, they would even socialize in person. They would either hang out in Manchester or somewhere in between, but never in Liverpool. Gary is always adamant that he'll never step into Liverpool unless if it was for a match. That just shows how bad Jamie has it for Gary if he's willing to spend his free time in enemy territory.

When they're not arguing about whose team is better, they do have great discussions about anything and everything football. To Jamie, the Manc doesn't seem half bad.

Well, except his music taste.

Gary had won the coin toss on whose music playlist gets to be played through the portable speaker. So for the past half an hour, they had been listening to what seems like the whole Oasis discography.

"Oh, and like your music taste is any better."

"Well, it's different from yours. I have an eclectic taste in music," Jamie says haughtily.

"Wow, 'eclectic.' Didn't know that was in your vocabulary. I hope you didn't strain your brain there," Gary smirks.

"It's actually me word of the day on this app I have." Jamie waves his phone. This earns a laugh from Gary, much to Jamie's delight. It's worth getting teased if it meant seeing Gary's smile especially since he knows he's the one that put it there.

"I knew you wouldn't have known that word yourself," Gary says in between chuckles.

"Anyway, can I play my music? Just to change it up some, man. I'm tired of Oasis."

"Haha, nice try, Carragher, but no. I won the toss so we're listening to this."

Jamie groaned and placed his pillow over his head. He really needs to open Gary up to different music.

--

After the international break, Jamie texted Gary music recommendations.

Carragher: hey listen to this, neville

(Congratulations by Post Malone)

https://youtu.be/SC4xMk98Pdc

Gary: Aww, you congratulating United for our win today.

Carragher: oh fuck off. im just showing that there's other artists out there other than oasis so we don't have to keep listening to them next time we room together

Gary: Ha! Like I'd want to room with you again!

Carragher: shut up, you love rooming with me

Gary: 🖕

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Carragher: hey, thought you'd need this after that screamer of an own goal you had today

(YNWA by Brittanny Howard)

https://youtu.be/V4vdYzUMWbo

As soon as Jamie sent the link, he got a text back from Gary.

Gary: Not in the mood for your bullshit right now, Carragher.

Carragher: go on. listen to it. i promise you'll feel better. im not taking the mick

A few minutes pass and he receives another text from Gary.

Gary: Thanks Carragher. That did make me feel better. It's a great version of that song.

Carragher: 😱 what?! YNWA cheered up gary neville?! what would united fans say

Gary: THIS BETTER NOT LEAVE THIS CHAT, CARRAGHER!

Carragher: 😘

-

As he sent more song recommendations, Jamie thought he could use it to shoot his shot and try to let Gary know how he feels.

Carragher: here's another one. LISTEN to it, gary

(Seaside by SEB)

https://youtu.be/G9Wg4mtcXmc

Jamie watched his screen, anxiously waiting for a reply. Would Gary get it or-

His phone lit up. A reply from Gary.

Gary: nice 👍

Yep, he didn't get it. Maybe I need to be more clear?

Carragher: how about this one

(I Love You, I Love You. It’s Disgusting by Broadside)

https://youtu.be/iHW95x9HnY0

Gary: I like the ukelele use. Makes me want to learn it as well.

Jamie grabbed one of his throw pillows and screamed into it in frustration. Once he calmed down a bit, he sends another song.

(I Like Me Better by Lauv)

https://youtu.be/a7fzkqLozwA

Gary: It's alright. You've sent better songs.

Okay, heartfelt may be the key.

Jamie then shares another song with Gary.

(Turning Page by Sleeping At Last)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Cry85KUzzU

Gary: Didn't take you for a sappy guy.

Jamie runs a hand over his face. He scrolls through his playlist and stops when he finds the song he was looking for.

If he still does not get it, then officially I'm the smart between us, Jamie thought as sent the link to the song. He doesn't even have to listen to it. Just read the damn title.

(Hey Stupid, I Love You by JP Saxe)

https://youtu.be/_fgXpX1vEQA

Gary: 👍

Jamie couldn't take it anymore. He grabs his phone and Facetimes Gary.

A bewildered Gary answers after a few seconds.

"You're a bit thick sometimes, aren't you?" Jamie says, foregoing any greeting.

"Well, hello to you too, Carragher," Gary answers sarcastically. "To what do I owe the displeasure of talking to you?"

"The songs. Are you really not getting what I'm trying to tell you?"

"You're trying to tell me that...you need me to help you refine your music taste?" Gary guesses.

"For fuck's sake." Jamie could not roll his eyes any harder. "No...I'm trying to tell you that I like you. Hell, I may even love you...you fucking twat."

Gary's image freezes or that's what Jamie thinks anyway until he finally blinks.

"So?"

"So what?"

"I just confessed I love you. What do you have to say?"

Gary shifts in his seat. "Um..."

That was the last Jamie hears before Gary hung up. Jamie tries calling him back, but the other man refused to answer. His texts yielded the same result.

"Idiot! I'm such an idiot!" Jamie jumped to his feet and paced around his living room. When he tired himself out, Jamie collapsed back onto his sofa with his phone within reach, just in case that stupid Manc does call back.

-

He must have fallen asleep while he waited for a reply because the next thing he remembers is the doorbell ringing. Jamie thought of letting whoever was at the door wait until they just leave. However, this idea was quickly abandoned when the guest decided to press the doorbell in quick succession.

"I'm coming. Stop it will ya!" Jamie yelled as he begrudgingly got off the sofa.

Without checking who it was, Jamie yanked open his door. It was his turn to be frozen in surprise.

Standing in front of him was Gary Neville himself.

"Jamie, this is it." Gary gestures to himself. "This is my answer to you."

"What?" Jamie frowns.

"Me...being here in Liverpool. You know I would never come here if I don't have to...That's my answer to you."

It clicks in Jamie's head. "Are you telling me you love me too?" Jamie asks, frown now replaced by a smile.

"Me driving here wasn't enough. You really want me to say it, don't you?" Gary groans.

Jamie nods enthusiastically.

"You're a bloody idiot," Gary rolls his eyes, but he was betrayed by the corners of his mouth twitching up into a smile. "I love you."

Jamie closes the distance between them and engulfs Gary into his arms. "I love you, too," Jamie whispers before capturing Gary's lips for a kiss.

[itsakpopalypse]

ORAGAMI HEART

Im Jaebeom x Reader

1.6K words

Warnings : None? unless pretentious, wordy inner monologs aren't your thing. Cause it's definitely that. Over use of metaphors, and a STRONG aversion to making any kind of sense at all.

Jaebeom's heart, he thought, was like a folded paper crane. The kind you left on your windowsill growing up that he could see from his own across the yard. You used to tell him each fold held a wish of yours that you whispered beneath the stars. You had loads of origami friends, each lined neatly in your room, an army of your hopes and dreams, he had no doubt they'd all come true.

Currently, the folds inside him, full to bursting with wishes and hopes, made him want to hide away or sing ? He couldn't tell but he knew he wasn't ready to tell you.  Not yet, anyway. 

Surely, on your trip you'd come back with priorities very far from his own, taking you to some adventure that wasn't quite so simple. No, because you were never really simple. 

You were spicy cups of cider on the roof outside your room, with matching fuzzy socks and a big shared blanket and "shhhhhh they'll wake up if you keep laughing Jae!"   

You were the feeling of adrenaline right before the drop on a roller coaster, that weightless fearful stomach in your throat  feeling that made your heart feel as high as the sun itself.

You were passion and jumping in puddles well into your twenties and arriving in the house soaked to the bone with a satisfied smile. 

You were moonlit nights and the smell of vanilla and anise. You were home to him,  but you were never home with him, and he feared  his heart would weigh you down. 

So he folded up his feelings, like your paper cranes, and let a wish get whispered into each crease. 

****

Jaebeom was like the very stars, to you,  glittery and out of reach and so, so much more beautiful than they know. 

Coming home meant coming to his side, and that was scarier than any bungie jump you'd ever done. Sure, you were full of spontaneous excitement, but he was the stillness your heart needed to find peace. He was steady and strong, like the undercurrent in an ocean. 

Dangerous, like that too. Because it took barely you dipping your toe in to feel the rush that overwhelmed you, 

 dragging your heart into the depth of his eyes.  

Truthfully, you did half your traveling to avoid the fear you had when you saw him last. Over a year ago in person, when you'd both drank a few bottles of rosé because he isn't tough like he wanted people to think  and you'd asked him what he wanted from life.

Then he'd said "Family. Someday."  He'd said so wistful, so full of certainty that your gut had twisted in pain. He said it like he knew exactly who that would be, like his future was laid out in clearly defined path he knew, but had yet to follow. 

It made you afraid to ask him who, it made you more afraid to guess. You didn't want to know, because you had feared  it wouldn't be you. 

But now, you couldn't avoid him. It was your sister's wedding, and your families were close. He'd be there, as always. It scared you just a bit, to imagine just how handsome he'd be now in person. You kept in touch enough to facetime occasionally, talked nearly daily. You'd seen his hair, pulled back in ponytail, little strands broke free. Part of you wanted to run your fingers through it loosely hanging about his handsome face. 

The various new piercings he had suited him perfectly,  and his once slouchy style had become more refined. Perfectly low maintaince and yet costly for you. 

The price you'd paid for being his closest friend was your heart, and he'd clearly lost the receipt.

He crossed the dance floor towards you,  one hand out as though asking you to jump. 

You were so tired of making excuses for your red cheeks, wondering how he hadn't figured you out long ago.

You were all pictures in black and white, when he was near your world exploded into a kaleidoscope of color, dizzying and free. 

He was the band aids he kept in his back pocket when your riskier stunts failed.  He was the click of tongue against teeth in disapproval when you said something a little too sassy back. 

He was worried brows and dark stormy eyes and protection from failure.  He was the rocks tip tapping against your window on a summer eve, when your tank top clung to your damp skin after  a shower. 

He was secret smiles and shared songs and night drives that let you scream until your voice was raw.

He was fingertips electrifying your skin when he held your hand to pull you back from the edge of misery. 

He was safety and solace and comfort like huge down comforters weighted with nothing but your best interests at heart. He was firey warmth and understanding in bright shining eyes.

He was mischievous and perfect… and you were scared.

As you slid your hand into his and let him lead you close close closer until your bodies were pressed  tight. More an embrace than proper form, and your head felt too heavy with  worry to be held up on your own, letting it fall, resting on his front, tucking into him for the reassuring you needed,  that even after running free he was still waiting for you.

Not as a lover does, but as a part of your life you couldn't be without. 

As you felt one hand too hot against your lower back, the swaying lulled your eyes closed to enjoy the moment,  afraid to pop the bubble of intimate silence. 

"You cut your hair."  He commented,  the rumble beneath his suit deep and low.

"Yours grew."  You replied simply.

He hummed, thoughtful as always.

The hand on your low back was too hot, grasping gently, thumb rubbing  over your spine. You couldn't suppress a chill, instead your breath wooshed out of your lungs.

"Jaebeom!"  your aunt called from nearby, dragging you both from your own planetary spiral.

He lifted his head and eyebrow, smiling gently as he always did. 

"Yes Auntie?"  He asked, moving you towards her, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze as you broke apart from blissful reunion. 

Your aunt was beaming. "I see you've found our wandering child!  Haven't you missed her?"  

Your eyes widened. "Auntie!" 

Jaebeom's ever patient chuckle hit your ears and  calmed you,  the sound so familiar and necessary in your life. 

You felt like you could breathe again.

"She had to do it, or she'd never know she could. Can't tie her down- Y/n deserves to follow her dreams. Missing her is preferable to her missing out on herself."

God, sometimes when he said such things you could imagine a future he wanted but with you. It tightened your chest, because you'd tried to escape this,  leaving distance should have brought clarity but instead within moments your choking on emotion.

They began to chat about his work, and you excused yourself, bodice of your dress too tight,  chest full of desert air too hot and dusty to allow you thought. 

You hovered near the drink table, desperately clinging to a wine stem, drinking several in one go. 

It wouldn't be long until you could forget,  you think,  too overwhelmed with it all.

By the time your body is buzzing from drink, just tipsy enough to brave the crowd again, Jaebeom is already there,  eyebrow lifted as he considered the 4 glasses to your left.

"Don't judge me. Weddings are scary." 

He didn't speak, just took your hand and led you away. 

The night air was fresh and brought you some sense of calm. You spun gently in a circle, your skirt flying out in a circle, enjoying the air and the silence and the humming of life in your veins.

"You were gone a long time. " 

You nodded,  opening your eyes to regard his handsome face. 

"Facetime isn't enough. I like it when you're tangible."  His hands steadied your elbows when you stopped spinning, letting your dizziness fade protected.

Except it didn't fade. Instead the dizziness got more intense,  the world outside yourself and Jaebeom spinning, the stars becoming a blur of white streaks and chaos reigned in your mind.

The roller coaster you loved so felt like child's play in adrenaline highs in comparison to staring into his eyes. Something in them undiscovered made you shudder in excitement, and you made either the biggest mistake or your first right decision, grabbing his lapels and bursting forward, he caught you and registered the shock for just one moment. You had a split second before you lost nerve, you only needed a hint.  

He glanced at your lips, wetting his own and maybe, just maybe  recognition in his hungry gaze. 

He read your mind and you let it go.

"I'm going to." Your voice was quiet, timid in ways you never were. 

"Do."  And that one word sealed your fates as you sealed your lips against his.

Sometimes  a moment feels like eternity in a bubble, trapped under glass for the infinite beings in the universe to ponder.

This moment felt like infinity and insignificance.  The first of uncountable kisses, the last time you could call him just friend. 

Because he responded.  He responded with the vigor of a man who knew only the breath inside your mouth as though he were useless without your touch  as though he felt the weight of your entire future flashing into his  minds eye. 

No moments spared for what ifs, when your foreheads rested against each other his folded origami heart suddenly beat inside your chest too, plenty  payment for the way you'd given yours to him. 

[numbaoneflaya]

8, 21, 22, 26 for Caz , 25, 27, 29, 39 for Felria, 23, 30, 40, 43 for Suds, and 21, 25, 26, 35 for Nirn? 👀👀

HERE THEY ARE IM SJORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG GDSHEDG...

Caz

8. How does your character feel about religion?

Not a big fan! Hates the chantry and Andraste and the Maker and the Qun. Being raised in the circle run by templars and nuns and seeing the corruption of the church firsthand from the inside really left a bad taste in her mouth for organized religion.

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

She has the ability to flip her manners on or off depending on who shes with. If shes comfortable then shes going to be more crass and impolite, but shes capable of really cleaning up her act and pretending to be professional if she needs to be. Her type of hero is anyone who goes against the status quo and disrupts systems of oppression- She considers Thurwen/the HOF and Hawke personal heroes (if Hawke sides with the mages) as well as Anders. Has read all of Anders manifestos and reports on Thurwen and Hawke and would geek tf out meeting them.

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

Friends are anyone who accepts her for who she is and doesnt snitch on her, people she can trust to do the right thing or atleast try to, and people she can have a good laugh with. Lovers are only a couple in the past as she needs to get to know someone well/find them interesting to want to sleep with them. Her type is large, charismatic and rugged. Anyone who looks like a good brat tamer but is also intelligent and keen. Iron Bull.

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

Everything is covered in tomes and journals but theres a method to the madness. She likes to keep her things organized, surprisingly. She likes cool colors like greens and blues, likes dressing comfortably. Oversized shawls that second as blankets and loose pants. Her hair she likes to keep down with the sides pulled into little braids in front of her ears.

Felria

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

People watching and painting! She knows how to blend into a crowd pretty well or how to find a hidden vantage point where she can just sit and watch people… for hours. She finds peoples behaviors/reactions fascinating and makes little journals of interesting things she sees. Finding how other people work differently than her is vital to figuring out how best to manipulate and control them and she loves learning new ways! And painting because she has an artist's eye and enjoys beautiful things. A few bottles of blood and a quiet evening in front of an easel is a great way for her to unwind.

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

She relates her appearance with how easily she will be able to blend in or stand out of her surroundings, and how to dress in order to play the role she wants to play. Because of her line or work (professional assassin and information gatherer) she has to have a lot of costumes available to fit the personalities she plays. Shes a performer at heart but only for herself and the joy she gets in deception. Her own style, if shes not performing, is simple reds and blacks and silvers. She keeps her hair long so shes able to do more with it.

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

Her pride could definitely be her downfall as well as her curiosity. She believes shes just better and different than everybody else and that its her right to play with people as much as she wants, I can see her eventually trying to play with the wrong person. She believes she can get out of any situation by herself without help and that she deserves the finer things in life, and if someone gets in her way, they deserve whatever harm befalls them.

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

She will really ridicule anything and anyone because she finds most things stupid or benign. She likes to ridicule any of the gods and aedra, and anyone who worships them. She ridicules mortals and werewolves and any other creature that's not a vampire.

Suds

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

Back in his youth he wanted spontaneous fun, a charming and outspoken person to sweep him off his feet. He always wanted someone to take him on adventures and be dangerous and in the moment. Now? Poor guy just wants commitment and someone genuine. Hes tired of charismatic liars who he always seems to fall for. He wants someone to help tend his garden and bond with the bees. He feels that sex is a sacred thing to be shared with people you trust, not something thrown around haphazardly. Relationship and trust come first with him, and he casually waves any flirtation most of the time as if he hadn't noticed it. He's been hurt too many times to trust easily like that.

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?

Yeah hes holding onto a long ass past full of betrayal from the people hes held dearest to him :/ He by nature is a very forgiving person and believes one must be generous in forgiveness. Hes holding onto his past hurt from Felix and cant seem to get away from it- hes forgiven him many times and each time Felix just does the same things as before.

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

A little dual natured in this aspect. Generally pretty reserved and soft with other people and can seem serious to those who dont know him. Underneath that is his reputation as a trickster- fond of pranks and revelry. The little twinkle in his eye is the only thing that would give him away as the culprit when everyone is looking for who filled a bucket of mud over Nirns chamber door. His favorite kind of jokes are the really long ones, the ones that have a seemingly normal storyline and go on forever and then end in a way where the joke is really on the person listening. And everyone around goes “AAAUUGHH!”

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

A lot of them! Hes a very good secret keeper as hes who many people go to with their problems. After being alive so long and being somewhat involved with politics he probably knows more than a few that could take down nations, and always seems to know whats going on wherever in the world. He has his connections, his mushrooms and his bees and such have eyes everywhere. And don't tell anyone but he is an ardent fan of juicy gossip.

Nirn

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

Impeccable manners. The posture of a God, obviously. Always eloquent and polite, knows which spoons to use for certain dishes and common diplomacy practice from all over the world. Nirn has no heroes, hes never held anyone to a pedestal or been one for hero worship. If he had to choose hed say his mother, for how graceful yet ruthless she was in politics and trade. He also does not hate anybody, he considers strong feelings a weakness and to harbor such resentment would only make him act rashly. He dislikes the slovenly, though. Not the common man but the drunken aristocrat with wine breath who gambles his savings and acts impolitely.

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

Chess and games of strategy are some of his favorites in the odd chance he has any free time. He also plays the violin and the harp and the lute, instruments he's known since he was taught them as a child. Wine tasting as well! Hes one of those mfs who can just sniff a certain drink and say with precision the date time and location it was made.

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

Everything is refined and elegant with a certain air of someone who enjoys the arts. Many expensive paintings and sculptures on display. He prefers the colors red and gold and white, sometimes a darkish blue or purple. He is always dressed to impress, satin and velvet and exotic leathers. He keeps his hair long to the small of his back, or tied up in a bun. In appearance hes intimidatingly tall and knows how to stand to look even taller, does not tilt his head down to you but moreso stares down his nose.

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

Failure is only a means to greater success to him. To win a game sometimes you need to sacrifice a few pawns, etc. Takes them calmly and with little indication that hes upset at all. He usually has four or five backup plans for any endeavor, so hes able to quickly jump tactics if something isn't working. In game or battle hes typically a good sport at losing, though he very seldom does. Hed be more impressed that someone managed to make him fail, and get to thinking on how to get them in his employ.