#psychological warfare as a love(?) language

[delta-piscium]

Steve in all of his jock-ness keeps accidentally calling Eddie ‘dude’ or ‘man’, even the occasional ‘bro’, like Eddie is there calling Steve ‘baby - sweetheart - love’ and what he gets in return is that?

Steve doesn’t even notice for the most part, it’s just how he talks. it’s only when Eddie starts glaring at him that he mentally goes backward in the conversation and realizes, immediately trying to fix it by calling him every pet name under the sun

Meanwhile, Eddie is just there like “actually what is wrong with you? You called me baby before we were even together—which drove me crazy by the way, so thanks for that—and now when we regularly share bodily fluids I’m dude???’

[10000-paper-nohara-rins]

the thing about danzo is that he's literally like. a fairly normal guy in the context of naruto's world. nothing he's doing is GOOD per say but positioning him as the rot behind all problems. well. he's not uniquely messed up. he's messed up in all the same ways that every ninja who's ever been in a position of power is messed up. he's lived in a terrible system for all of his life and now he is furthering its lifespan + its escalation of control and power. but he's not special. in the end, he's a scapegoat. he takes the entirety of the fall for the uchiha massacre in the public eye, and so no one stops to consider any of the other events that led to their execution. he's not SPECIAL, is the thing. he tries his best to do what he thinks is right, and he kills untold amounts of people, and ruins the lives of just as many. he's a face to put to the suffering. he's been told that this is what he is supposed to do for his whole life. he's being condemned for doing the same things as everyone else. he's condemning people for doing the same things that he does. he's like kakashi if kakashi never got his worldview flipped upside down by obito's sacrifice.

[zukkaoru]

"don't touch that" + any variation of kunichuuranzai

“Don’t touch that,” Ranpo warns.

Dazai pauses, his fingers mere centimeters away from the flower. Normally, he wouldn’t hesitate to disobey, but something in Ranpo’s tone tells him right now is not the time to cause problems on purpose. “Why not?”

“Kunikida made it.” They hop off of their chair and stride over to where Dazai is leaning against the counter, reaching out towards the single rose in a vase half-filled with water. “If you touch it, it’ll just turn back into paper.”

Dazai frowns. He drops his hand back to his side. “Why keep flowers around if I can’t even touch them?”

“Uh, because that one isn’t for you? It’s for Chuuya, which you would know if you came out to eat breakfast with the rest of us this morning.”

“I wasn’t hungry!” Dazai folds his arms over his chest. “Anyway, where’s your flower? Or is Kunikida-kun just finally admitting he likes Chuuya best?”

Ranpo laughs. “Mine was made of chocolate, and I ate it already. Unfortunately, only people who eat breakfast get a flower.”

Dazai glares at them. He knows they’re only joking, and even if he isn’t, it’s a stupid thing to get upset about. But Ranpo has a way of getting under Dazai’s skin—often without really meaning to. And they aren’t the sort of person to openly apologize for such mistakes, though Dazai would be hypocritical if he held that against them.

But before he can snipe back with something far crueler than Ranpo deserves, he hears the door open and Chuuya calls out, “We’re back!”

“Don’t—” Ranpo starts, but Dazai is already running towards the door, leaving his cane behind. He’ll have plenty of time to regret it later, after he beats Ranpo to Kunikida and Chuuya.

(send me a sentence (+ a ship) and i'll write the next five sentences)

[niccage]

Whenever i do a uquiz i always put my name as the OP’s url because (1) i imagine it must be unsettling for OP to see that and i love to freak a bitch out and (2) if i get a stupid result no I didn’t. You did

[bookworm-with-coffee]

The Greatest Heist of All. . .

(How they react to your pet - Slytherin Boys x Reader)

Plot; Niffler inspired crackfics

Pairings; Sebastian Sallow x Reader (Romantic), Ominis Gaunt x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings; jealousy, coarse language, floofity fluff

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Sebastian Sallow

When Sebastian first laid eyes on that Niffler, he knew trouble would start. In rescuing creatures, you had come to love many of them, but none more than those greedy little—

The brunette fumed at the thought of them. Those cute little beady eyes had won you over that day you'd both gone walking in the woods for a picnic date. That's when you'd stumbled upon a den of Nifflers.

Of course, most ran away. But, one remained. One annoying little—

Unafraid and curious, the little creature had sniffled and shuffled closer to you both.

"Mind your pockets", Sebastian commented, your hand waving to dismiss his words without a care.

"Look at you!!", you'd cooed at the little one, your boyfriend hardly sharing your enthusiasm on the creature.

You admired the blue fur on his back, reaching keenly to pet the cheeky little thing before it practically clambered onto your lap and into your arms. Sebastian's eyes rolled as your arms engulfed the Niffler, stroking your hands along his smooth hairs.

Attention went from your date to your uninvited guest, and after some time, Sebastian grew impatient and perhaps, a bit jealous as well?

"Alright, great. You've pet it. Now, can we go?", he huffed, raising a brow.

You pouted up at your boyfriend, the Niffler eagerly accepting your affections, "I don't want to just leave him here".

"He's a wild animal", the brunette reasoned. "He has a family. He'll be fine". But, the Niffler also seemed to share your resolve, not wishing to leave your kind embrace.

"I think— I want to keep him".

Oh God. Oh no—

"Nifflers are little thieves!", Sebastian insisted. "Who wants a pet that could rob you blind??".

Kneeling by your side, your freckled partner laid a gentle hand on your back before sliding it down to hold your spare hand in his attempt to coax you away.

The Niffler saw Sebastian's possessive behaviour and recognised it as a similar behaviour to those of his own kind. Could it be that you were valuable? Not gold, but a treasure as yourself?? This would be his biggest win yet, if that were so.

Sebastian's brown hues drifted to the Niffler, whose attitude had become a bit more insistent. The creature's eyes met his own and without breaking contact, deliberately snuggled into your chest, even daring to lay a possessive paw by your shoulder as if to say, mine.

Oh, it was on.

In the weeks that followed, things grew worse.

Every time there was even a mention of Sebastian, your Niffler saw fit to jump into your lap or arms to draw your attention.

Sebastian was at breaking point. Each time he spoke with you, there was that miscreant stirring him up. He'd even taken to insisting that the thing was evil, to your amusement.

Once or twice, the brunette even went as far as to mouth, "I'm watching you!", from over your shoulder, making the signal with his hands when you weren't looking.

It was unbelievable. A Niffler participating in some form of torturous psychological warfare. And Sebastian wouldn't let him win. You were his.

Then, your owl came and the existential dread continued.

Sebastian,

Would you be so kind as to babysit my Niffler? You'd be doing me a HUGE favour, as I'm away for most of the day on Saturday and he'll be left with no supervision and company.

Love always,

(Y/n) ♡

Bloody thing can starve, was his first thought, finally inwardly relenting when he thought of the consequences. You'd hate him forever if he did that.

So, it was off to your home he'd have to go.

"You boys behave while I'm gone", you'd teasingly instructed with a pointed finger and Sebastian played it off with a forced smile.

"Don't rush", he shrugged, making sure to pull you into the most passionate kiss he could offer, hoping the Niffler would weep on the inside.

"Sebastian", you giggled against his lips, almost tempted to stay for a more intimate moment were it not for your plans. "I am coming back".

His forehead leant on your own, the Niffler forgotten whilst his hands drew imaginary patterns on your waist. "I'll be waiting with bated breath", the brunette whispered, pressing another kiss to the tip of your nose. "I love you".

"I love you too", you sighed, allowing only one more peck on the lips before your parting.

Until the Niffler scuttled to you, pulling on the fabric of your blouse from where he sat on a table. "Oh, Darling", you fawned, Sebastian resisting the urge to hurl. "I'd nearly forgotten you!!". Lifting the creature, you kissed the top of his head. "Mama will be back soon, okay? Behave for your Dad".

Oh, God. He really was going to be sick.

Giving a final wave of your hand, you were off and away, Sebastian's unimpressed glower falling onto the Niffler beside him. "I am not your Dad".

The Niffler seemed to chatter, something akin to mischievous laughter. And I'm not going to behave.

Some of the most horrible hours of Sebastian's life came to follow.

It was one incident after the other, resulting in a few smashed vases and a bruised ego for Sebastian.

"That's it!", he finally snapped, pointing an accusatory finger at the little creature. "I've had it!! Whatever, it is!!".

As if scolding a child, Sebastian continued, "(Y/n) may think you're adorable, but I know the truth, you conniving thief! You might have fooled her, but you don't fool me!! And if you think for one second that—".

"Sebastian?".

His face paled, hearing the voice of his love and the Niffler took his chance. The mischievous creature began to sniffle, as if it were crying, before faking a limp whilst walking to you.

"What happened??", you cried out, spying the shards of a broken vase by the bench, still not cleaned up because of one little Niffler. Your attention instantly diverted to your pet, seemingly in hurt. "What did you do, Sebastian?!".

"What did I do??", he repeated incredulously. "I didn't do anything to him! It was that damn creature running amok!!".

All the while, you were focused on the aforementioned miscreant, feeding into his lies and infuriating Sebastian further.

"He's evil, (Y/n)! That thing needs to go!!".

"That 'thing', is Jeffrey!", you shot back.

"Oh?? So, it has a name now??".

Your eyes bore into the brunette's, searching his darker hues in silent scrutiny for a moment before you spoke again.

"You're jealous".

Those words made him stiffen, silencing any comebacks he'd bottled inside.

"That's ridiculous", Sebastian offered, too weak to be an argument.

"You are!", your mouth fell open, drawing your boyfriend's brows together.

"I am not jealous!".

"By Merlin", you gasped, trying to restrain any laughter threatening to spill out. "You're jealous. Of a Niffler?? ".

"He gets in the way!", Sebastian yelled, harsher than intended. "You're always giving him your attention, I hardly get it anymore! He's also consciously trying to steal you from me, for whatever reason!".

"Steal me?", your brow rose, a few giggles slipping out before your expression softened. Your eyes shifted to Jeffrey, noting that he was uncharacteristically fine for a creature so 'hurt' and you stroked over his fur, placing him aside. "You'll be fine".

The Niffler watched as you approached Sebastian, bringing him into an embrace. Your fingers combed through the soft waves of his hair and down to the nape of his neck, allowing him to melt in your arms.

"Sebastian", you sighed, shaking your head only slightly. "You're right. My attention from you has been divided. And while Jeffrey's behaviour was far from innocent—". You pulled back, running your fingertips over his face, encouraging his eyes to meet yours. "— I will never be stolen away from you. No Human or Niffler can steal me from the one who matters most to me. There's only one Sebastian Sallow. And that's rarer than any treasure".

A smile finally returned to Sebastian's face, the gap closing between you both. Your lips met his, gentle and breezy, calming the fires of anger and jealousy that had once stoked within his heart.

"I'll make us a cup of tea", you whispered, tapping the brunette on his nose, leaving only the brightest of smiles in your wake as you brushed by.

Sebastian turned his attention to the little shit sitting on the nearby counter, his tongue darting out teasingly. "I win".

The Niffler's head seemed to dip, suddenly sad and deflated. A pang of guilt hit Sebastian in that moment and it made him relent to the small creature.

"Fine", he grumbled, unable to fight his growing smile. "I can't believe I'm doing this, but–". He offered his hand. "— friends?". Jeffrey sniffled, almost seeming to nod in agreement when he extended his paw. "Just don't push your luck".

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Ominis Gaunt

The day Ominis met your pet Niffler was utterly magical.

You had lead him into your vivarium for the first time, introducing him to the array of magical creatures that were under your care.

Ominis got to feel the smooth and pristine feathers of a Joberknoll, the fluffy hairs of a Puffskein; and the beak of your Hippogriff, Highwing.

And then the cherry on top; your Niffler.

Nifflers were curious, but harmless creatures. They were notorious for stealing jewels, treasure, coins— anything that sparkled, really. With their affectionate nature and reputation for an adorable stature, it was not a mystery as to why you chose to keep the Niffler you rescued from poachers.

The blonde had always wanted to meet one of those cute little theives and in knowing this, you'd excitedly given him the opportunity.

"Where is he??", Ominis had asked, unable to mask the way his voice travelled an octave higher in his anticipation.

"This way!", he was able to hear the grin in your tone, widening his own as he eagerly allowed himself to be tugged along by the pale tips of his nimble fingers.

You'd gently helped the blonde to be seated on the soft grass, almost finding yourself mesmerised with how the sunlight struck his delicate features.

Whistling and clicking your fingers, there was a shuffling in the grass as something approached. It had startled Ominis only slightly, the new grip of your hand over his own settling him.

You guided his hand forward as you had done so before, his palm finally landing on something soft. A short gasp heaved from the blonde, his lashes fluttering at the new sensations beneath his skin.

There was the rapid rising and falling of the little creature's breaths as he sniffed over the new guest of the vivarium.

A smile carved its way onto Ominis' expression, hesitantly stroking over the little creature beneath his grasp. Your hand lead his over the Niffler's head and snuffling snout, a breathy laugh slipping from the blonde when the small breaths tickled his skin.

Long had he dreamed about this..

"Ominis, I'd like you to meet Sebastian", you laughed at the sudden quizzical look that dawned on your counterpart's expression.

"Sebastian?", Ominis echoed with a quirk of his brow. "You named your Niffler after our friend? ".

No, he wasn't jealous. Not at all.

"Only because he gets into so much trouble", you giggled. "He also has these adorable speckles on his fur around his face. Lilac fur with faded spots".

"Like freckles", he nodded in understanding, trying to fight the deflation dampening his initial excitement. "Does Sebastian know that you've named your 'child' after him?".

Ominis was sure that with the amount of time you'd spent with Sebastian on various escapades in the fifth year and the closeness you still shared now in your seventh, that the brunette had undoubtedly been the first to be shown the Room of Requirement and these lovely creatures.

Perhaps Sebastian was the better suitor for you??

"No, actually", your amused answer shocked Ominis. "I've never brought him here. He doesn't even know of this place".

"He doesn't?", the blonde's brows creased in a bout of confusion. "I thought he'd be the first to know of this place".

"What do you mean??".

Ominis' heart had begun to beat frantically within his chest whilst he'd attempted to play his jealousy and nerves off with a smile, as he often did when it came to your friendship with Sebastian.

"I— I just meant that you two are close", he replied with a tug of his shoulders. "I thought you might have been more inclined to show him over me, is all. I was only confused as to why it was the contrary".

In the few seconds of thoughtful silence that followed, you both had taken notice to the warmth of your hand that still lingered on his own, neither of you daring to separate them. Instead, your fingers slowly inched into the gaps between his own, hinting your intentions with your words,

"Do you not know?".

Ominis squeezed the digits threaded with his own like they were a life-raft, assuring you of his consent before your lips had taken his own in careful caresses.

Absolutely magical.

Or so he'd thought at the time, not realizing he'd just unknowingly declared war against a very protective Niffler.

Ominis dismissed it as paranoia at first, just shrugging off the seemingly possessive behaviour the little creature conveyed.

But, it had become apparent over the many weeks that it wasn't just his imagination playing tricks on him..

The Niffler was clearly jealous of your diverted attention. Ominis had figured that out rather quickly.

Just as the Niffler had figured out how to push his buttons. Like Sebastian.

Whenever you both had picnics in the vivarium or brought Ominis along to help in the care of your creatures, Sebastian lived up to his name.

The mischeievous miscreant always managed to get in the way, snatching Ominis' wand from his robes so that he wouldn't be able to find you or the other creatures before misplacing it to make it look as if it had dropped out by mistake.

You thought that's all it was, despite Ominis knowing and insisting otherwise.

Then, it was the Niffler napping on your lap whenever Ominis wanted to. And of course, you were a sucker for that adorable little shit. He could do no evil, apparently.

Holding hands? The Niffler went out of his way to pry the blonde's hand from yours, snuggling under yours to draw your attention; even going as far as to shove Ominis' hand away and preoccupy your palm with his paw.

Sitting together? Sebastian interfered with that too, worming his annoying little self between your bodies so that he could sit in the middle as a barrier to separate you both.

Whenever Ominis wanted time with you, Sebastian was always there. It was like the Niffler had been incarnated with a piece of his best friend's soul, always troublesome and always interfering.

Ominis finally hit breaking point when the little shit decided to make off not only with his wand, but with the handmade necklace he'd bought from Feldcroft in his most recent visit.

The blonde planned to give it to you as a gift, but even he should've known better than to have it in his pockets when visiting the vivarium to carry out a favour for you, his beloved.

Whilst you would be attending to family business today, he would care for your creatures. Something that was turning out to be a complete impossibility.

In Sebastian's mouth? Ominis' wand.

In his paws?? The necklace.

"Come back here, you little rat! Give those back, Sebastian!!", he cried out, only able to follow the scuttling in the grass and the jingling of the jewellery in the Niffler's greedy grasp.

Wheezing and panting, Ominis crawled and sprinted around, the Niffler releasing an occasional squeak whenever he got close. Until—

"Got you!", the blonde shouted, finding a grip on the Niffler that struggled desperately in his grasp.

It soon became clear that he was holding the little miscreant upside down, coins seeming to pour out of his marsupial-like pouch. His paws were still occupied with the necklace he'd stolen, whining in despair at the loss of his precious coins as they rained down to the floor.

"Serves you right!", Ominis seethed, breathless from his pursuit.

In a sense of victory, the blonde's lips curled into a grin, his fingertips running along the Niffler's belly. The creature chattered as if he were laughing, especially ticklish at the gentle prodding. More coins and jewels rained out as Ominis' fingers reached his sniffling snout.

Quickly snatching his wand back from the little creature's jaw, he boasted, "I win", before reaching for Sebastian's paws.

Ominis caught ahold of the necklace, but the Niffler's grip was like iron.

"Sebastian, give it to me", the blonde chided, tugging on the precious piece of jewellery. "Come on, Sebastian".

The Niffler struggled and resisted, never being more keen to possess anything in his life. Even the measly coins Ominis tried to trade couldn't compare to the necklace and he wasn't willing to break it.

"You stubborn mule! Fine!!", he snapped, huffing as he set Sebastian loose.

Dejected, the blonde sat himself down, soon recieving the company of your Puffskein as it nuzzled into his side. Despite his sadness, even he was unable to resist smiling at the affectionate creature.

Ominis reached over to pet the Puffskein, your mischievous Niffler watching from a distance. All of his lost coins were on the ground by the blonde's legs, but it wasn't them that drew Sebastian back.

It was the realisation that Ominis could love him just as much as you could. That his love was not a threat to the friendship you shared with your favourite pet.

Perhaps he'd tried stealing the wrong person??

Ominis seemed just as compassionate, if not moreso.

His attention soon became divided from the Puffskein when the cool and delicate metal of a necklace was dropped into his palm. The blonde almost couldn't believe it.

A Niffler?? Returning something shiny??

And then it clicked. It wasn't of value to him, but a ploy to sabotage your relationship with Ominis. Sebastian had felt threatened.

"Thank you", Ominis whispered, his lips curling out of amusement as the little creature began to shuffle around and pick up the coins that had dropped.

Perhaps Sebastian was more alike to his human counterpart than the blonde first realised? He has a heart of gold too, although it rarely shows.

And upon your return to the vivarium, you were delighted to find things resolved between your pet and boyfriend, knowing tensions and jealousy had been spiked between the two.

There, Ominis laid on the grass asleep, a freckled lilac Niffler upon his chest.

Your plan had worked..

The End. . .

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[horreurscopes]

their love language is deploying earnest affection but like as psychological warfare

[pampanope]

~7-11 Lore~

Name: Efren Torres Aldrich

Alias: 7-11, Cerberus, Shadow Company’s Dog (Konni)

Affiliations: Shadow Company, USMC (former)

Age: 34 yo

DoB: May 7 1990

Height: 6’1

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: filipino/white

Born in: Queens, NY

Pronouns: He/him

Gender: cis man

Orientation: panromantic homosexual

Specialty/Résumé

• Former Marines Force Reconnaissance operator

• Deep reconnaissance with qualifications in parachuting and combat diving (MOS 0326)

• Profficiency as a sniper and rifleman, at intelligence collection, mountain warfare, CQB, and small squad tactics.

• Dutiful Shadow babysitter

• Graves whisperer (usually)

Personality

• calm, quiot, generally easy going; speaks in low even tones

• observant, pays attention to the goings on of those around him, and completes tasks efficiently.

• treats fellow Shadows with warmth, courtesy, and long-suffering exasperation. Takes some time before he feels comfortable enough to freely goof off with other people.

• Has a playful side; likes to harmlessly tease other Shadows to a certain degree but is all business when working or on an op

• sees all of Shadow Company as his family; their success and well-being are his top priorities.

• this devotion towards Graves and SC has a possessive slant to it; he’s willing to destroy anyone and anything that threatens his family

Physical Description

• lean, fit overall build

• dark brown hair and dark sleepy looking eyes

• mole beside left eye

• very light stubble

• scars on left arm (IED shrapnel), wrists (rope scars), around fingers (balisong flipping) and upper left side of torso (gunshot wound)

• Usually wears neutral dark colors, mask, tactical gloves, combat boots and baseball cap

Psychology

• the loss of his parents at a young age, years of instability, and military training have led to the creation of a mental coping mechanism that can be described as “a feral hind-brain creature” that views individuals as pack, predator, prey, those who need protection and those who need to be cut down.

• 7-11 understands it’s not normal to look at the world in such a way, nor is it normal to want to sink his teeth into the throats of his enemies or into the flesh of those he cares about, in the hopes that he leaves a mark that they’ll carry even after they’ve gone.

• he keeps this part of himself carefully contained within with the majority of Shadows non the wiser,

Love Language: Touch, Gift Giving

Prefers affection via: Touch, Quality time

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Strengths

• loyal

• diligent and efficient

• puts his subordinates before himself

• smooth operator on the field

• stays calm under pressure and in the face of unusual situations

• thoughtful and empathetic

• can fall asleep anywhere

Weaknesses

• can be stubborn

• tends to forgo personal safety and care if he thinks it’s necessary

• has abandonment issues

• guilt-ridden

• may be vengeful, especially so on behalf of someone else

Hobbies

• photography

• karaoke

• balisong flipping

• sparring

**• Graves**

Likes

• cuddles and head scritches

• SC gossip

• collecting large, huggable plushies

• napping in warm cozy places

• training Shadows (usually)

• getting ragdolled and tossed around like a salad

• displays of physical strength

• training or games that allow him to hunt down others (or be hunted)

Dislikes

• incompetent and callous leadership

• humidity

• the sun (this boi burrrns)

• watermelons (tastes like sugary wet sand)

• Shadows or Graves getting hurt

• being cornered

• Shepherd

• disorganization

Fears

• Losing everyone and everything

• not being enough

• substance abuse and addiction

Preference

Fave Color: Blue

Fave Season: Autumn

Fave Music: 80’s rock and power ballads, most of 90’s and 2000s

Fave Animals: Crows and cats

Fave Food: savory snacks, burgers, lumpia, kare kare

Favorite Plants: blue orchids and monstera

Coffee or tea: coffee (once a day)

Night or Day: Night

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Idiosyncrasies & Random Stuff

~ named after his mother’s favorite billiards champion (Efren “Bata” Reyes)

~ He’s always had a blushing problem; doesn’t matter what emotion it is, if it’s strong enough, he gets flushed.

~ started out wearing a mask to hide the blushing and hide his expression; it’s fun keeping fellow Shadows guessing

~ likes to make up reasons why he wears the mask all the time

~ eventually realizes that he got so used to freely making silly expressions behind a mask that he can’t school his features without it anymore

~ which is fine, it became habit anyway; he enjoys any rumors among the Shadows about him and why he stays masked when others remove theirs outside of ops.

~ there are way too many benefits to wearing a mask for him to quit

~ Biting is a very valid tactic, on and off the battlefield; as an offensive move and form of affection (but he doesn’t bite out of affection as often as he’d like because he doesn’t wanna scare the other Shadows lol)

~ kinda short circuits a bit when handled roughly

~ Tore a man’s throat out with his teeth on Grave’s behalf; Graves **really** liked that and decided to give him the callsign Cerberus and collared him (it’s a pleasant grounding presence around his neck)

~ will start growling when stress levels are maxed out or if very sleep deprived

~ keeps a cork board of photos in his quarters; photos of Shadows past and present

~is banned from the kitchen(s), no, not just SC HQ or bases.

~ grabs ahold of anyone or anything that comes into contact with him while

sleeping; he’s like a bear trp that way

~ he’s seen the effects of substance abuse and addiction first hand; it’s why he limits alcohol intake, drinks one cup of coffee a day (hence the regularly scheduled naps), and avoids gambling and smoking

~ deeply misses his parents and his childhood; often wonders if they’d even recognize him as their son

- Voice claim: Isaac Clarke (VA: Gunner Wright) (Dead Space games)

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Backstory

7-11/Efren is one of Graves’ most loyal Shadows and considers himself a vanguard of the Company.

After losing his parents at 13 to a vehicular accident (for which he blames himself for) and the subsequent abuse and neglect from his uncle, Efren spent most of his teenage years feeling untethered, numb yet seething with anger and guilt.

He spent his early years working part time jobs to make ends meet while getting into fist fights with the local gangs to release the deep seated fury within.

A final altercation with his uncle drove Efren to seek structure and a place to belong in the Marine Corps.

There, Efren, while excelling at every aspect soldiering, would often be easily goaded and provoked into brawling with other recruits of his cohort.

This led to his first meeting with Graves, a cocky, silver tongued, MARSOC operator in his mid twenties.

Graves issued a challenge to Efren, which ended with Efren being so thoroughly *humbled* that it altered his brain chemistry, quieting his feral hind brain to a dull roar for the first time in what felt like forever.

Fixated on Graves after that meeting, Efren joined Force Recon with the hope of providing crucial intel to support his fellow Marines (especially Graves).

He always kept an ear out for news of KIA personnel; thankfully Graves was never one of them.

After years of serving in Force Reconnaissance, Efren was faced with making a decision whether or not to re-up to continue his service or to move on into civilian life.

As if summoned, Graves appeared after so many years, and whisked Efren away to his new Shadow Company, where he world finally find a new home.

The irony of feeling at peace in a PMC was not lost on him.

Wherever Graves went, he would be his Shadow and support. For Efren, it was the least he could do after the man gave him everything.

((May add more as i go✨))

[angelprickandholysemen]

victim of a lesbophobic microaggression (being told that psychological warfare is not a valid love language)

[brucewaynehater101]

love when writers show the bat kids trying to show affection to Tim but since they are all so different in how they show it, Tim doesn’t think it’s love or care.

like Dick did all his case work for him while Tim was on a trip, Dick must think Tim’s incompetent!! (In reality he just saw how tired Tim is all the time and wanted to help)

Lack of communication is the Bats' specialty. Seeing this in a more positive light, such as them not effectively communicating affection/care, is a bit more refreshing than their usual secret-keeping lack of communication.

You are correct that they would try to say "Hey I'm worried/care about you" and fail at getting that message across.

Some ways the Bats show concern/love that get misinterpreted:

Damian likes to be physically present around someone he loves. He doesn't state this as the reason, though, and may get accused of plotting something or psychological warfare.

Cass will use body language to fully demonstrate how much she loves someone. If they aren't picking up on those cues, she'll try to speak it as well. It just feels less genuine with words

Dick, like you mentioned, will help someone with their work. He'll also try to take them to do a fun activity to take their mind off things.

Tim will monitor someone (stalk them) to make sure they're alright and don't need anything. He'll arrange solutions for them (such as notifying friends or other Bats to help them).

Steph will try to make someone laugh if they seem to be feeling down. She'll rope them into venting or pranking depending on the need.

Jason will give gruff physical affection (shoulder bumps, ruffled hair, back pats, etc).

Duke tries to ask someone what's wrong and why they are feeling so down.

Alfred will fret.

Barbara will give them extra information for whatever they are working on (Bat related or not).

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At Last — Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Female!Reader (18+)

Description: Ever since you met Hangman in the academy, you have wanted nothing more than to rip his head off. Over the years, you two have been put through many trials and tribulations, resulting in one of the most obnoxiously complicated relationships that the world has ever seen. You weren’t enemies, you weren’t friends, you weren’t lovers— you had no idea as to what you were to one another. After a night where you two shared a drunken kiss, you both decide to act like it never happened. When suppressed feelings come to the surface at Payback’s wedding, all hell might just break loose.

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of alcohol, very severe sexual tension, Hangman being Hangman, an unbelievable amount of pining, sexual undertones, possessive/jealous Hangman, minor arguing, brief hints at a love triangle, author needing Glen Powell terribly. 🤭

Word Count: 3,309.

A/N: AND JUST LIKE THAT, SHE’S BACK! This might be really all over the place, so I am SORRY!! After writing this, I kind of want to write a Maverick one inspired by Judas by Lady Gaga. Don’t ask why I’m correlating the two. I could just be trying to insert Maverick everywhere. I miss him.

Requests are temporarily open for Hangman and Maverick!

It is common knowledge that there are two sides to every coin.

Every vice had its virtue, yin had its yang, and you had Jake ’Hangman’ Seresin. When it came to your coin, he was the opposite side.

On paper, the pair of you had many things in common. You were both highly respected naval aviators, you were both drastically competitive, you were both sure that you were completely out to get one another. The list definitely went on, but those were the main three things that bothered you both enough for you to leave it at that.

Declaring each other enemies from the moment you met in the academy, holding a grudge was very easy. The second you graduated, you were convinced that you would never have to set eyes upon Hangman again. You would never have to endure his reckless flying, his disregard for those around him, or his arrogant behavior— complete and utter bliss.

You lived peacefully with that thought until quite a few months ago. A very important mission was at hand, and the very best aviators were called for consideration.

You both were called back to Top Gun.

The second your eyes locked with his in the middle of The Hard Deck, your heart sank to your feet. Not only were you met with someone you believed that you hated, but you were forced to encounter an attraction you had been violently tucking away for years.

Throughout the whole process of it all, you were in pure agony. You found yourself growing more and more resentful of Jake with each passing day, but in that same breath, you feared what could happen to him. You didn’t even know peace once Maverick picked the people for the mission. Jake was still an alternate, and to make matters worse, your very best friend was Maverick’s wingman. You loved every single person that was going up, and while you wished you could have been one of them, you silently thanked every lucky star you had that it was not.

After the psychological warfare everyone endured on the day of the mission, it was no surprise that everyone got much closer afterward. No one had even slightly fallen out of touch— including you and Jake.

You two had very minor flirty exchanges, an unbelievable amount of private glances, and enough sexual tension to make even the most oblivious person well aware of what was going on. A small kiss had been shared one night while you were both drunk, but nothing about it had ever been brought up. Both of you pretended as if it never happened, but truthfully, it haunted you like a plague. Every time you saw him, your lips ached to be touched by his.

Unbeknownst to you, Hangman was having the exact same problem.

At that very point in time, the entire group was gathered together at Payback’s wedding. The ceremony was one of the most beautiful you had ever seen, which came as no surprise to you. Every single aviator there was dressed in their white uniforms, with the exception of very few. Due to the fact that you were a member of the wedding committee, you came in wearing quite literally one of the most gorgeous dresses you had ever seen. It was a fitted black gown that hugged your frame in the most perfect way, showcasing your chest enough to draw attention to the elegant gold jewelry you had on.

Of course, not too much attention. You did not want to distract anyone from the happy couple on their special day.

Despite not wanting to do just that, Hangman could not have been less concerned with Payback and his new wife. Though he tried his hardest to prevent it, his eyes had been planted on you from the very second you sauntered in. He was practically devouring you with his gaze, and for just a moment, he didn’t care.

Just a moment.

An upbeat song was playing throughout the venue as everyone drank, laughed, danced, and chatted amongst themselves. There was not a single long face in the entire room. Hangman found himself burying himself in a conversation with a guest invited by the bride, laughs leaving her mouth every time he spoke.

Once you took note of this, there was now one long face in the entire room.

Him speaking to another woman was not the problem. You were well aware of the fact that you and your kiss meant nothing to him, sure. You were not even mad at how charming he was, seeing as you clearly knew. However, you were very angry at the fact that his charm worked on you. You were not immune to it by any means, and that pissed you off.

Decorated. Poised. Sharp. Vivacious.

With a stare that you tried to mask as something of a casual nature, your eyes were locked on the way Hangman’s jaw shifted as he spoke.

You could have written essay after essay about Jake Seresin. You could have gone into heavy detail about the way he would take sips of his drink even when he wasn’t thirsty, just because he did not want to dry his mouth out from talking so much. You could have deeply elaborated on the way you knew that he talked so much because silence made him uncomfortable. You could have pointed out that whenever he was uninterested in what he was talking about or who he was talking to, he would sip the drink he always had in his hand and look to the left.

Suddenly, you began to feel your blood boil underneath your skin.

There he was, just casually flirting with someone you both knew he had no intention of doing anything with. If he could just go around without you lingering in his mind, why couldn’t you?

You tore your eyes away from him with a difficulty that nearly matched rocket science and stood up from your seat, immediately making your way to the open bar. Once you told the bartender the very specific, strong drink you wanted, you were hindered from losing yourself in deep thought.

“Look who it is.” You heard a deep, strangely relaxing voice speak next to you, causing you to turn your head towards the source.

Instantly, you had a grin upon your face. You locked eyes with your very best friend, your very first friend that you met in the academy; Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw.

“Have you been hiding here all night?” You asked him once the smile was returned, taking a seat on the barstool next to him. You knew Bradley was never really one for big social gatherings.

He let out a small chuckle at your words and took a sip of his scotch, shaking his head briefly before he swallowed. He turned in the stool ever so slightly, his knees gently grazing yours as his body was facing more towards you. “Not all night. Just for the better part of the night.”

Unbeknownst to you, Jake was now in his assigned seat at his table, staring absolute daggers at you and Bradley.

He closely examined the way you let out the most genuine laughs at things Rooster seemed to effortlessly be saying, as well as the way your knees were continuously hitting his from how close you were sitting. What really set him off was when you brought Bradley’s drink to your lips, taking the smallest sip of it.

Despite the fact that your face twisted in disgust and Bradley only laughed as he retrieved his glass from your hand, Jake was absolutely furious. In his mind, your lips touched the same glass that Bradley’s touched, meaning your lips touched. Even he knew how utterly ridiculous that sounded, but he did not even slightly care. That was how his brain was working, and at that moment, he was just going to roll with it.

Taking note of the fact that Jake had an almost alarmingly dark look in his eyes, Coyote furrowed his eyebrows and tried his hardest to follow his trail of sight. His curious stare landed on you and Rooster, but he assumed that he was looking at the wrong thing.

“You okay?” He immediately asked his friend, looking over at him.

Jake’s harsh scowl almost instantly dropped once he heard Javy, causing him to look over at him. Right then, he decided to put up a front.

The familiar smirk that his lips formed proved one point, but the burning rage and traces of bloodlust in his green eyes proved another. Not another word was spoken by him before he brought his glass to his lips, sipping the brown liquor with an expression that could have made someone believe it tasted like water.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He tried his hardest to ask in a way that would not sound overbearingly suspicious, but it was to no avail. Javy had known Jake for far too long to even suspect that he was telling the truth.

The two had known each other since their first day at the academy and had been inseparable ever since. At times, Jake felt like Javy was the only one who completely understood him— the good, the bad, and the ugly. Of course, Jake would argue that no part of him was ugly, but Javy would just let him do so without a complaint. They completely knew how to handle one another, and in that moment, Javy knew exactly what to do. He was going to blatantly ignore the evident rage he witnessed in his friend’s eyes— not because he didn’t care, but because he knew that’s what Jake wanted. Jake was certainly Jake, but above that, he was Hangman.

Getting Hangman to admit any feelings of jealousy was as common as hell freezing over and as easy as pulling teeth.

He paid Coyote absolutely no mind as his eyes locked on you once more, hints of shame nowhere to be found in his stare.

“I’m going to go see if Nat wants to join us, hold on.” You happily told Rooster, who simply nodded and turned back to face the bar. You rose to your feet and very briefly made eye contact with Hangman, your blood running completely cold once you did so.

Almost instantaneously, it all became clear to Hangman. He had a devilish grin on his face, and you immediately looked away, trying your damnedest to walk without looking at him. Once you went to go past him to go to Phoenix, his hand gently yet abruptly got ahold of your wrist.

You looked down at him with annoyance and bewilderment in your eyes, but your lips were sealed as he stood up from his seat. At a staggering six feet tall, the man towered over you. Slowly, he dipped his head down so his lips could meet next to your ear.

“I know you did that to fuck with me.” He whispered, the smirk almost audible in his voice. Your facial expression remained incredibly stoic, but on the inside, you were lighting that whole room on fire. “And it’s not working.”

Your lips were slightly pursed, an action you were doing to prevent yourself from slipping up. Quickly saving yourself from Hangman basking in your silence, you responded.

“Please don’t involve me in your delusions.” You tried to excuse yourself sharply, yet casually. Of course, he refused to buy it.

With his hand on your wrist, his eyebrows furrowed in such a condescending manner as his lips parted. His obnoxiously handsome smirk found its way back onto his perfectly sculpted face, making you want to smack it right off of it.

In a swift motion, he pulled your hand up ever so slightly, placing it over the left side of his chest. Your breath hitched in your throat as he did so. Even over the thick fabric of his whites, you could slightly feel how toned his chest was. As much as you hated that man, you had no problem admitting that every higher power took a little extra time when they crafted Jake Seresin.

“You’re breaking my heart.” He playfully seethed through his teeth, earning quite the nasty look from you before you snatched your hand away. Once the air hit where his hand previously was, you fought against your better judgment as you began to miss it.

“If what you wanted was to put on a little show for me, I’m sure we could’ve figured out something more simple than that.”

Your eyes rolled in a way that almost hurt, causing you to glare at him.

“Why, just to act like it never happened later?” You asked without even thinking, causing him to raise his eyebrows at your question. For what seemed like the first time ever, Jake Seresin was at a loss for words.

In that brief silence, the sweetest melody began to fill the venue, and couples began to find their way to the dance floor. You immediately recognized the song to be At Last by Etta James. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes at the irony of the moment, you pulled your wrist away and turned to walk, but your hand was grabbed instead of your wrist.

“Wait.” Jake firmly stated, causing you to turn back to look at him.

“What?” You quietly yet sharply snapped, glaring up at him. Just when you thought you couldn’t want to punch him more, a shit-eating grin appeared on his face.

He intertwined his fingers with yours and stepped backward, inching more towards the dance floor.

Completely drowning in confusion, your eyebrows furrowed as you only stepped where he was leading you. Refraining from just letting that moment happen peacefully, you spoke. “What the hell are you doing?”

Jake finally rolled his eyes as a response to your question, dully shooting you a glare before he stopped on the floor and pulled you towards him.

“One dance and I’ll leave you alone.” He quietly muttered to you, already finding your waist with his other hand. Seeing as you were far too locked in and the idea of him leaving you alone afterwards sounded all too well, you let out a heavy sigh and decided to give in. Your free hand found its way to his shoulder as his pushed more towards the middle of your back, pulling you closer to him.

For the first few seconds of the song, you two swayed in a way that certainly wasn’t awkward, but was far too tension-filled for a song as sweet as the one that played.

“Bradshaw isn’t what you want.” Jake broke the silence in a way that earned what felt like your millionth eye roll of the night.

“Why are you insisting that I even want anything?” You answered his crude observation with a question, your eyebrows furrowing as you stared up at him.

Jake shrugged his shoulders slightly as the two of you danced, his head tilting to the side for a moment. “People can say things without speaking, you know.”

“That’s literally the point of talking, Jake.” You dully shot back with a blank glare to match.

Jake rolled his eyes slightly at your comment, causing you to resist the urge to grin. “You know what I mean.”

Starting to grow a bit angry at his sudden need to weigh in on what wasn’t his business, your glare returned. “Don’t start to act like you care. You only think you do because you suddenly want what you feel like you can’t have.”

“That’s not true.” Jake responded in a calm manner, his expression and his demeanor becoming very serious. It was almost a bit chilling.

If there was any time to put things all out in the open, it certainly wasn’t then, but that didn’t stop you. You figured that you would just rip the bandaid off. You would rather know and move on than think about it indefinitely. “Why do you act like that night we kissed never happened, then?”

Immediately, Jake quietly scoffed.

“Why do you?” He shot back in almost an instant, rendering you slightly speechless. For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. All that time that you spent wondering if it was haunting him the way it was haunting you, he was asking himself that same question. He was refraining from making things awkward in the same way you did, and you knew you would be a hypocrite if you continued to be mad at him for something you also did.

“I— didn’t know you wanted me to act like it did.” You softly muttered, your lips curling into a small frown at the realization. You were just as much to blame for the lost time between you two as he was.

“When have you ever cared about what I wanted?” Jake couldn’t help but playfully snicker, causing you to let out a small laugh. Thankfully, no one could hear your conversation. To anyone else, it would just look like you two were chatting while dancing. You tilted your head back and looked up at the pilot, your breath hitching in your throat when your soft gaze met his.

You knew it was wrong. You knew it was foolish. You knew that you were headed for a road of destruction. The larger voice inside of you screamed for you to stop and to pull away. The smaller voice, however, told you to take note of how his eyes glittered under the warm light. It told you to really sink into that moment, because that was the very first time that the man had properly let his guard down in front of you. He was no longer Hangman— he was Jake.

There was not a single trace of arrogance in his mesmerizing gaze. All you could see was that he, too, was mesmerized. The only emotion you could pinpoint was adoration. Above everything that the larger voice was shouting, you listened to the smaller one when it made you realize that he had that look in his eyes while he was looking at you.

There was no smirk on his face. No snarky comment followed the way you almost tripped over your own feet as the two of you swayed. His facial expression was as soft as a cloud, as delicate as a fresh pile of snow, and as warm as a load of laundry fresh out of the dryer.

You knew. He knew. Of course he knew; he could see it. He noticed every tiny little emotion in your expression and in your eyes just when you did the same to him.

There you two were, gently swaying in one another’s arms as the sweet melody of the music filled the venue, just knowing. You didn’t have to say anything, and you didn’t have to break the silence with something playfully mean to save yourself from feeling newly uncomfortable. It was new and completely out of your comfort zone, but it was worth it. You didn’t want to be comfortable anymore, and clearly, neither did he. You wanted him, and you were finally ready to accept that.

You both just knew.

Almost like clockwork, the corners of your lips slowly curled upward into a soft grin at the same time his did. You let out a quiet giggle at the timing of it all. Still, nothing was said by either of you.

Immediately, you turned your head away from him and gently rested it on his shoulder as you two danced, your eyelids fluttering shut. With one hand on your waist and the other one holding your smaller hand in his larger one, Jake pressed his cheek to the back of your head and closed his eyes.

And here we are in heaven. For you are mine… at last.

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Master List

18+, Men and Minors DNI- Do not repost works without permission!

WLW, Celebrity Fan-fiction. Heavy use of song lyrics for themes and storylines, and I don't like to write short fics. This is my first fanfic blog in a long time- I appreciate reading everyones comments on my work! Focused on Scarlett Johannson and her characters, Elizabeth Olsen, AJ Cook, Blake Lively, etc.

Bonus points to those who can guess all the lyrics being used :]

Series: I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much (ScarJo)

HIATUS

You’re a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet. (Warnings: Smut, Strong Language, Violence, Stalking, Death Threats, Implied Abuse/Sexual Abuse, Flashbacks to War/PTSD)

*More warnings will be added as I write*

Ch. 1 - Are You at One, or do You Lie?

Ch. 2 - We’re Hiding Like a Shadow in the Dark

Ch. 3 - All This Money and This Pain Got Me Heartless

Ch. 4 - Fuck Around and Damn Near Die in it

Ch. 5 - You Pulled Me Under Just to Save Yourself

Ch. 6 - You Blame Me for Everything You Hate

Ch. 7 - Fall Down Before Me, I Want You on Your Knees 

Ch. 8 - The Weight That’s Crushing can be Relieved

Ch. 9 - I Have a Growing Fear and You’re Not Helping Me

Ch. 10 -  I Pulled Off Your Wings, Then I Laughed

Ch. 11 - Army Green Was No Safe Bet

Ch. 12 - Whisper on a Scream, Doesn't Change a Thing

Ch. 13 - Digging Up the Dirt, You Get to Meet All Sorts

Ch. 14 - I Just Want You to Know Who I Am

Ch. 15 - The Only Thing You Brought Is Psychological Warfare

Ch. 16 - You're Gonna Get What's Coming to You

Ch. 17 - A Pebble in the Water Makes a Ripple Effect

Ch. 18 - If You Wade Around Forever, You Will Surely Drown

Ch. 19 - I'll Be Hurtin' When I Wake Up On The Floor

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Series: I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me? (Wanda Maximoff)

ONGOING

Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs? (Warnings: Smut, Strong Language, Cheating, Intersex!Reader, Alcohol Abuse, Angst)

- PT. 1 - PT.2 - PT.3 - PT.4 - PT.5 -

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One Shots, Drabbles and Stuff

😈= smut 🥰= fluff 😰= angst

S.J. - You Hold Your Hands in the Air, Screaming My Name 😈

S.J. - So Fucked Up, From the Way That You Touch - Pt. 1. Pt. 2. 😈

E.O. - Our Fire When We're Together, Mixed With Paranoid Manners🥰

N.R. - I Got a Secret, So I'ma Drop ‘Em to the Floor 🎄😈

W.M. - Easy to Love 🥰

J.J. - It's Time to Let Her Know What You Need - Pt. 1 Pt.2 😈

N.R. - Let's Talk About Chemistry😈

J.J. - Caught Between Black and White 😰

W.M. - I Just Wanna be Yours 😈

N.R. - There's No Hope In Endless Winter 😰

N.R. - Ancient Sun, Cast Your Light (Pt. 2 to There's No Hope In Endless Winter) 😰😈🥰

W.M./N.R - I Gambled On Red And The Price Was Paid 😈

W.M./N.R - Fuck Me Like You Mean It (Pt. 2 to I Gambled On Red)😈🥰

S.J. - You Should Probably Leave 🥰😈😰

N.R. - I Can't Help The Way I'm Feelin' Pt. 1 Pt.2 😈

E.O. - Watch The World Explode From Underneath Your Glow 😈

W.M. - She Had Other Plans

W.M. - Tell Me Your Limit and We'll Cross the Line Again (Pt. 2 to She Had Other Plans)😈

*credit for images/lyrics used on this blog belong to respective owners, i do not own these images/songs. contents of this blog are purely for creative entertainment purposes, any similarities between those portrayed in this blog and real people are purely coincidental. all works on this blog are fiction. works are my own, do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.*

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Yandere Alphabet: Undertaker

This is a request not made by someone on Tumblr, but rather from my own circle of people from real life. Yeah, you know I'm talking about you. Feeling called out yet? Good. You little fluffy simp.

Anyway...

MAJOR CONTENT WARNING!

As you may be able to guess, Yanderes are rather bloody and not nice from a human rights point of view. This post features a couple of human rights violations, for example kidnapping, torture, gaslighting, manipulation, cencorship, drugging and drug abuse, psychological warfare, being almost exclusively fed with biscuits, arson, and many more I do not know of yet. But you little freaks probably like that, otherwise you wouldn't be reading this.

(For the love of anything unholy, why does he look like he's jerking off in that GIF? Also, I found my headline fond again. And I figured out how to add a "read more" barrier. I'm getting good again.)

Yandere Alphabet: Undertaker

A - Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

You know how little children tend to cling to their favourite stuffy and won't let them go for anything, not even washing? This is how intense he gets. He takes you everywhere he goes, as long as you won't hinder him. He hugs you tight and then just drags you along, wether you like it or not. Another thing he likes to do is to pet and caress your head with his fingernails, he knows that it feels good. He puts a huge emphasis on physical touch, if you couldn't tell. It's his love language, in contrast to giving gifts. These are rewards for you behaving well, not signs of affection, because they can be bought again and again and don't mean anything to him. They were bought with money after all, and we all know that he could care less for money.

B - Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

It is an understatement if I said he would kill. He would light houses and humans on fire, he would publicly execute people and make it seem like an accident. He would chloroform them and bury them alive, with or without a coffin, depends on his mood.

C - Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

First of all, you're getting locked in a room. You need sleep after being drugged so heavily. He knows his poisons well, he's embalming people for a living after all. You get to keep a few belongings from your old home, but mobile devices or anything technically advanced is off the table for now (he's a grandpa, let him be). He doesn't throw them away, he just doesn't want you to be able to contact anyone who could potentially help you. The police for example. He doesn't need the police on his poarch again. It happened once, it wasn't pleasant. The only food available for you at that moment are buiscuits, you will have to cook for the both of you if you want anything proper. But that won't happen soon, as you are locked in a room. What a bummer. It will only get better with time, if you manage to earn his trust. Otherwise, you have to stay in your room. And it is boring there. Kind of to mock you how empty your life is without him in the room.

D- Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

Of course, you're his now after all. You don't want to wear the clothes he selected for you? It's either this or you might aswell run around naked. He forces you to sleep in his coffin with you. Does not matter if you barely have any space in there together, you could be standing in the corner or be sleeping on the floor. The room you first wake up in only has a rather thin matress without any sheets or blankets. So? What will it be? Of course it will be him.

E - Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He knows on which power level he is in comparison to others. And he knows he is way above them. What, you are trying to get a reaction out of him by threatening him with you? Pathetic little thing, they're as good as dirt now. You try to threaten him with running away or doing something to yourself? Your loss. He won't be pressured into anything by you. He doesn't show you anything about himself, he gives you no space to potentially hurt him.

F - Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He sees it as a joke. What does a little drugged up ragdoll like you want to do against him? Scream and cry and kick around yourself? How cute, now hold still for the syringe. Try to strangle him in his sleep? The joke is on you, he already is dead. Why don't you try to go to sleep for once? Maybe this little chokehold on your neck will help you.

G - Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This is better than any joke he's been told so far. The way you try so desperately to find your way out, he even encourages you to try even harder. Your frightened expression is just so divine, he can't get enough of it. And the best thing is, he knows that you will never be able to get out of there alive. As if it weren't enough, he also gives you false hints. Or maybe they're truthful. You'll probably never know, as you get knocked out before you can try them properly.

H - Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Everything. Every second of you not obeying him equades to a month in the nine circles of hell. So just be nice and do as he says and you won't have to meet his devices from the middle ages.

I - Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He always wanted a housewife that cleans after him and cooks for him. An obedient little plaything to amuse himself with. No children. He is not fond of them, they are annoying at best.

J - Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Him and jealousy? Ha, never. He'd never get jealous. He just tracks down the people you frequently interact with to check if they pose any threat to your relationship. That girl you frequently go out with is just a normal friend and they are in a long-term relationship? Everyone can be a cheater. That dude you told him not to worry about? You definitely have something going on. And that is unacceptable. He doesn't show you his discontentment, not yet at least. But these others in your life, they will get to know it very well.

K - Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

It is weird to say, but he almost acts like a mixture of an older brother and boyfriend. He's always looking out for you, seeming oh so very sweet. He's not touchy, but he glares at anyone who tries to get physically close to you. He's always slightly behind you, making sure to avoid any possible danger he sees. But none of them come close to the danger the Undertaker himself poses to you. But shhh, you don't have to know about that.

L - Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

It would start off with normal dates. Going to a restaurant, going shopping, anything he knows you like. And he knows what you like, he has stalked watched you long enough to notice your likes and dislikes. During this time, he gets progressively more touchy the closer you get, until you let him into your home. He knew where you lived before you showed him and he was even in your building and rooms before you showed them to him, but he is good at pretending to see them for the first time. After this, he basically consideres himself welcome around your house 24/7.

M - Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Of course they are. Otherwise, the police would have showed up at his doorstep sooner than later. And they already know him well, a story he does not like to remember, it was tedious to get them out of his mortuary.

N - Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

His go-to is either drugging or medieval torture devices. You blabbered too much nonsense again? A few hours with the Scold's bridle will teach you right. Trying to physically overpower him will be punished by drugging. You are so much more lovely like this, all drugged up and dazed. His disciplining is usually more unpleasant than hindering. Never would he go so far as to break your legs or even chop them off, you need those little sticks after all.

O - Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Almost any he sees fit. Blabber too much and you lose your right of free speech (literally). The right of cencorship-free information? Surely not, the world outside is taboo for you. But don't worry, he won't take your right to go to the bathroom. He's not a monster after all.

P - Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

One month until he first tries to obduct you. Afterwards, he doesn't care to wait up for you. The longer you take, the less patient he is. So you better adjust to him quickly.

Q - Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He could never. If you died, he would not wait long to bring you back as one of his living corpses. And if you, against all odds, manage to leave and escape his premises, he would go hunt after you right again. He makes sure you won't be able to catch a break, at least nowhere outside of his home.

R - Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no. Why should he feel sorry about something he wanted? If you can't adapt properly to him and your new life, it is purely your problem. And running away is no solution. Sorry, love.

S - Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

This man has been unalive for longer than he needed and has enough trauma for three whole families. So why shouldn't he share his psychological turmoil with you? Also, he is curious how well a human can take being treated like this.

T - Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He doesn't appear to feel anything, other than annoyance with a slight hint of amusement. If you isolate yourself, good. Better than crying and throwing a fit right infront of him. He really can't stand that, it reminds him of crying children who run after their mother after they were mean to her and she decided to leave them standing where they are. Screaming should only be done in isolation, otherwise you might hurt his eardrums. This man is already half blind, adding deafness to it is more than he'd like to have.

U - Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He doesn't admire you. He wants you to admire him.

V - Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Not a classical weakness, but useful none the less. His medicine/chemical cabinet has enough to kill a whole village, so if you start to be a bit more attentive during his work period, you might be able to learn a thing or two about some chemicals. He is most distracted during coffin nailing. If you use these facts wisely, you might make it out of there...

W - Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Of course he would. What would be a better way to discipline you? Most of the injuries aren't fatal of course, he needs you in a good working shape.

X - Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Him worshipping you? Dearie, you got something completely wrong. To him you are a puppet, a doll, a mere toy to play around with and throw aside as soon as he doesn't want you anymore. He knows that he doesn't need to win you over. He's way too irresistable for that (in his opinion).

Y - Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Upon first meeting you, about 4 months. Plus minus one, if you're particularly lucky/unlucky. He knows what he's doing after all, he doesn't need much planing.

Z- Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

In the end, all he wants is a perfect little doll that will keep him company for as long as he needs. And if he needs to break you for this goal, he will do so without hesitation. That way, you'll be stuck with him for the rest of your time, as long as your mortal coil exists. Forever.

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Did I promise something happy or fluffy? Oops. My bad. I'll maybe do a series out of this, depends on my mood and creativity. I can't tell you yet what my next post will be, because I have no clue what it will be.

(I'm too lazy to proof read this, as always.)

Until next time~

Your Inconsistent Kuroshitsuji Blog~

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tag meme for posting your favorite 9 books read in 2023

Thank you @meadowlarkx! I'm loving getting to know everyone's book recs from last year.

Tagging with no pressure @sallysavestheday, @mayfriend, @theghostinthemargins, @thalion71, @247reader, @melestasflight, @nablah, @camille-lachenille, @m-b-w, and anyone who'd like to share their recs!

I took the liberty of writing a little about every book under the cut, because it is 22:30 and I am passionate about these books.

Lavinia, Ursula le Guin. It's le Guin, do I have to say it? I really have, because the depths of study on ancient animism in the Italian countryside is extraordinarily well researched, and even aside from the ambitious narrative approach of Lavinia speaking with Aeneas, the study that went into it is one of the most respectful and involving approaches to ancient spirituality I have read.

The Fury is Silvina Ocampo's recently translated short-story compilation! Whole-heartedly recommend any of her short works, which I understand are published with different titles. Reading anything of hers feels like the pervasive grey silence of staying awake till four a.m. as you consider all the familiar people and strangers you have known and reconcile with the strain of incurable isolation and cruelty present in human nature. Life, Silvina tells you, is sharpened and not redeemed by the possibility of understanding. You are not safe from Silvina Ocampo's studies in unsettling mundanity; no one, Silvina warns, is ever safe within themselves. But at least Buenos Aires is very beautiful, and so are all her deliciously malicious women.

The Fée et Tendres Automates (Béatrice Tillier-Téby) graphic book series starts with this book, about Jam, a young man who is not so young, surviving in a dystopic Victorian society while trying to reunite with the sentient mannequin he's in love with...it is moving, it is bold, it has class warfare and magic and a mad scientist, it is gorgeously written and illustrated.

I read The Blue Castle (L. M. Montgomery). Loved the Blue Castle. 'A book about being in your twenties' is a bad summary, but technically not wrong?

I wavered on putting on Claúdia Andrade's short-story collection 'Quarter Finals and Other Stories', because it's not translated, but it was my favourite book of the year, in many ways! An incisive and imaginative writer with a delightfully chilly grasp on human nature. I find myself thinking about the scenes she invokes several times a week. For instance, I think all dying old women should be cursed to speak the truth of every secret they ever knew.

Lords and Ladies was a lot of fun! Also reread Wyrd Sisters. Every years Granny Ogg grows hotter wait who said that.

The Fox (D. H. Lawrence) is about cottage-core lesbians, but like, detestable cottage-core lesbians in post-war England. It's terrific psychological work - I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. The last paragraphs haunts me. Will never trust seaweed metaphors again.

The Painter of Birds (Lídia Jorge) is translated. I recommend it. I recommend it a normal amount. I might be lobbying Lídia Jorge for a Nobel, idk. In all seriousness - she is an absolute powerhouse with a career of profound, invasive, masterful works, she's got most Portuguese language and French awards, do get a Nobel while she's still kicking. God!! This book!!!!

What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours (Helen Oyeyemi) is like nothing else. Ruiz Zábron married Angela Carter and then had an affair with Olga Tokarczuk? But it's queer and it's not white and unapologetic about being undefinable speculative fiction. Still chewing on it. Wonderful, wonderful, terrific.

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oc question: does volo know rohan manipulates him? how does he feel about it? (i know they both do it and i love that for them i just wanna know how conscious volo is about it happening to him lol)

ooohggh good question. he does and it pisses him off, not even because he's hurt by it, but because he's very competitive and doesn't like to be the one under someone else's control.

rohan isn't the same type of manipulative as volo. where volo flatters people and showers them with gifts, kinda love-bombing them in a way he's emotionally detached from, rohan guilt trips and is sarcastic and passive-aggressive. he knows empathy isn't the way to appeal to volo, so he aims more for volo's egocentrism. rohan never talks about how things make him feel, rather, how things would make VOLO feel. he has a good grasp on how volo's brain works, so his remarks in those instances cut right to the core. volo finds that deduction of himself very unnerving. what's more is that he can't confidently read rohan's body language; rohan often smiles and looks relaxed no matter what he's really feeling, so volo is easily put into the subordinate role if they're going toe to toe on the psychological warfare front. this kind of thing usually only happens when volo takes the plates again. but when volo is forced to reckon with the fact that rohan knows him that well and weaponizes it against him, he gets MAD lol

[yanderes-galore]

Nizat 'Kvarosee, Romantic/Platonic intentions. Scenario where during his exile on Netherop, he captures the darling from the similarly stranded UNSC forces and keeps them as a pet - at first as a psychological warfare thing against the humans but eventually forming a twisted attachment. Optional: the inclusion of prompts #2 and #14 from your blog's prompt list, since I read through them and thought those would be fitting for this and your prompts deserve more love in these requests. - Scale Anon

I watched lore videos and read his wiki entry on Halopedia so I think I got this >:) Hope you enjoy!

Yandere! Nizat 'Kvarosee Prompts 2 + 14

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that!"

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Kidnapping, Dehumanization/Degrading behavior, Obsession, Delusional behavior, Covenant religion, Manipulation, Violence, Slight worshipping, Implied darling is on the verge of mind break, Forced relationship/companionship.

Out of everything that has happened during his exile on this planet... you may have been the best thing that's come of it.

At first your capture was meant to a message. A message that eventually he'll win this war against Petrov and break the humans fighting against him. However... it has been a long time since Nizat had any company other than the Sangheili he was stranded with.

Despite being a dissenter, Nizat felt incredibly religious during his exile. He began to view your meeting with him as fate. You were a gift from the Gods... all for him.

Nizat had learned human language to speak with you. Instead of treating you as a prisoner... he began to be softer. He doesn't want to kill you as you're defenseless. Instead... he treats you like the gift he believes you are.

His fellow Sangheili find his behavior strange. Their leader is so fanatical about this human prisoner. All to the point of treating you like some pet.

Nizat began to adore you once he saw you as a gift from the Gods. He began to see you as a companion... one he loves more than most things. He never let you get far... often dragging you around like one would do a pet.

He made sure you were as comfortable as you could be on this hot planet. Even as his Sangheili brethren perished... Nizat found comfort in you. You may not wish to be with him yet he can't just toss aside a divine gift!

Nizat worships you as his human. You are meant to comfort him in his exile, aren't you? He hates that you keep fighting him... don't you see it's meant to be?

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that." Nizat tries to reason with you. The heat outside could kill you if he doesn't provide for you! Despite you being placed in his lap as he sits with you in private... you struggle against him.

How long had it been? Weeks... months since he's caught you? Your determination was becoming tiring... he wishes you'd just give in.

Nizat catches you whining and trying to squirm like a scared animal. Like most Sangheili he found humans weak... but not entirely deserving of being killed. In fact he found you quite beautiful in your own alien way.

"I'll take care of you, my gift... just relax into me, alright? I'm not going to hurt you. If anything, you're hurting yourself." The Sangheili tries to comfort you by holding you closer to his chest.

For now... you give up and allow him to coddle you. He really is the only sense of comfort you've had in a long time. Sighing softly you lean into the Sangheili, allowing him to crane his head into the crook of your shoulder. You hear the Sangheili give a growl of approval before squeezing you closer.

Thankfully this was out of sight from anyone.

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you." The Sangheili whispers into your ear, nuzzling into your shoulder. The feeling is scaled and strange but you don't fight it. Do you have any power in this situation anyways?

"You are my divine gift... the Gods have not forsaken me completely for my sins." Nizat coos, indulging in the comfort you give. "I'd never let anyone take you away from me...."

You then hear him growl behavior, this time it's threatening instead of comforting.

"If anyone ever does try..." Nizat muses and you feel his claws dig into you. "They'll die brutally by my blade, I can promise that, my gift."

You say nothing and only stare at the ground, quietly accepting your fate.

[cloudninetonine]

Warnings: Mentions of murder, mentions of toture, threats, threats of torture, and intimidation

“Look at you, pathetic aren’t you?”

Your hardened eyes stared back at the man, the rope around your wrists rough against your tender skin as he jerked away harshly from his touch. Any curse you threw was muffled by the ripped fabric tied tightly around your mouth- Wane had gagged you when you hadn’t stopped screaming, cursing each other their names and throwing threats that didn’t quite land, angered tears rolling down your face when you were finally silenced to nothing.

“Come now, I mean no harm.” Conflict chuckled, plopping down in front of you, “In fact- I came with a proposition.”

No reaction, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. These men were horrid, vile and wicked, you were not safe with a single one of them, having experienced what they were capable of, bloodthirsty and cruel- you had watched them set alight a poor village and laugh at the screams of the innocent. Heard them torture the monsters that dared crossed their path, killing was one thing, but to see a man individually cut off a yiga’s fingers while gleefully counting off the digits was nightmare inducing. It made you sick to your stomach, it made your stomach churn, not safe with the constant psychological warfare they liked to play with you. The tears had to stop eventually because they had all enjoyed it too much, but when you turned to anger and insults, they only seemed to enjoy it more.

Sick cunts.

With a tired sigh, Conflict moved his hand to your face. At first you tried to fight it, shaking your head and trying to get away but when he tightened with fingers on your chin with a commanding “Sit still” you gave it to lessen the blow of the potential interrogation that you had been subjected to by the whole group.

Finally your gag was yanked away, indents occupying the skin around your mouth from how tight it had been tied. It wasn’t like they cared, they probably would have tortured you had they not kept some stupid deal with the Shadow. How did you know that? They had reminded you of course, almost daily.

“The only reason we don’t hurt you is because the Shadow wishes to be the only one that does.” What a lovely thing to hear.

“There we go, much better now, aren’t we?” The captain leaned back, watching you carefully, “Now, are you going to let me speak?”

“Sit on a sword and choke, you fucking bastard.”

“Such language- does one talk to their mother like that?”

Growling like an animal only made the man laugh a little harder, Cyclone glancing back in his seat by the fire while the others slept around you all. It was surprising, really, how they could do just that. Not a single one of them trusted the other. None. Nada. Zilch- the way they went at one another throats proved that, the bloody fights they would get in and the screaming matches almost every day. It was exhausting watching it constantly, made you want to kill them all.

Not that you didn’t want to already because by God did you want to.

“Enough.” Conflict’s face dropped, his eyes clouding with sincerity as he glared your way. The shiver that ran up your spine was involuntary, swallowing the nervous ball of saliva that had gathered quickly in your throat at his sudden shift. The times that this had happened were never good- one of those times ending with a dagger in the tree right beside your head, Wither’s unwavering glare focused on your horrified face and that alone. “Enough of these stupid games, I have come here to bargain and you will listen.”

“...and what if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll cut out your tongue and leave you to choke on your own blood.”

“You can’t, the Shadow said-”

“The Shadow said nothing of what those fumbling oafs have been parroting.” He snapped, your body flinching involuntarily. “They say it to cover their own hides.”

“...why?”

He grinned, “They simply find you fascinating and can’t push themselves to hurt a hair on your precious little head- aren’t you lucky?”

No, you didn’t think you were.

“....what the hell do you want…?”

“Ah, finally, some compliance.” Leaning forward a little more, the villain rudely entered your personal space, “I want to strike a deal with you, little guide.”

You hated how he wore the face of Warriors. That man had always been soft on you, a charming flirt with a heart of gold- you cared for him just like you did the others. Always so comforting, always so smart, you could trust the captain with everything and anything, there was no need to worry if you had someone like Warriors on your side.

But he wasn’t here right now, his horrid doppelganger was. Cruel but calculated, you would rather throw yourself head first into the jaws of a Gleeok, three snapping jaws fighting for a piece of your body than ever trust a man like that. Conflict would leave you for dead if it meant saving his own skin, you knew from the many fights that they had gone through time and time again- Myth liked to shriek about his hatred the most you had come to find though.

Going to open your mouth he interrupted you quickly.

“Listen,” Conflict hissed, finally pulling away, “Let me finish, brat before you say anything.”

With a huff, you sagged against the tree you had sat next to, watching him closely with disdain. You always sat near the trees now, not trusting a single one of them to get close, too many times had your hair been yanked back with a sword at your throat, their “teasing” about slicing open your pretty neck open and watching it gush blood had put the fear into your to always have your back covered.

“I will let you escape for a favour.”

Your heart skipped at the words, hope blooming in your chest before you narrowed your eyes.

“That’s it?” You challenged, “Bullshit- you’re trying to trick me.”

“Oh please, put your caution away, Guide.” He snarked, looking as bored as ever, “I know better than anyone how this will play out- we’ll be double-crossed. That Shadow is only using us- I know it, you know it, we all know it.”

“Then why-”

“Because it’s got it hanging over us.” Looking into his eyes, they reflected a cold blue- opposite to Warriors warming glow, Conflict’s held an icy touch. “Our lives depend on this deal, if we do not comply we’ll be thrown back to our own worlds with our horrid deaths awaiting us. I am to be executed for my crimes- this was all I had- this was all that we had.”

You glanced around him to still see if Cyclone was watching- he was, huddled in his own blanket with his tired eyes staring at the two of you conversing. 

Cyclone and Conflict’s relationship was….special. You could see it, only slightly, but the same spark of friendship that Wind and Warriors had shared seemed to transcend timelines with this villainous duo. Even when Cyclone snarked him, cursed him out, or when Conflict pushed him around and threatened his life, you could see the dependency that the younger held to the elder. Toxic in a way, but on occasion, you had seen Conflict step in front of Cyclone protectively or see Cyclone rush to Conflict’s side after a particularly harsh battle.

If the circumstances were different, they would be open about their allyship, their bond, they could be brothers in peace and it almost saddened you about the measures they had to take to hide that.

Almost. You practically despised every last one of them.

“Every single one of them is thinking of a way to deceive the Shadow. To double cross the double crosser- myself included of course.”

“Then why let me go? Wouldn’t it be better to use me as a bargaining chip- which I’m guessing you’ve already thought about?”

“A bargaining chip can only do so much, if I cut you loose, I can have more time to think of a better plan. After all, every day we grow closer to our meeting point.” He got in close once again, eyes almost haunting in the darkness of the night, “I estimate four more nights before the Shadow comes to tear that beating heart from your chest.”

You forced yourself to not react, staring hard right back into his eyes until he pulled back with a chuckle. 

“...what’s the favour?” It was your only hope, even if it was a trap, at this point, you would take anything to being with these monsters. 

“I haven’t decided yet.” He waved, “Just know that it will be coming. Soon, later, maybe in a few years I’ll hunt you down and get it- but I will have my end of the bargain guaranteed.”

Brushing off his pants, he stood, glaring down at your figure with that wicked grin that he always seemed to wear. The scar against his lips only seemed to add to the menacing image- your Warriors would never smile like that.

“Sleep on it if you must, but make it quick- or I’ll think of another plan much less….friendly.”