#some idiot: ‘he’s so narcissistic and arrogant!’

[louferrignojrofficial]

why do you care what some guy says if you don’t even like him likeeeee

[kunasthiast]

jumpsuits and motors (1)

summary: when one visit to his usual mechanic changed his life for the better… or not? especially when the mechanic he had in mind to check his car wasn’t you – the one who is unbelievably unimpressed by who the fuck he is. and now, you’re on his mind 24/7  – right next to his narcissistic tendencies and thoughts of only him and his precious baby (his car).

pairings: sukuna x reader (female) genre/warnings: sukuna is an arrogant, cocky, bratty asshole, racer AU, mechanic AU, underground street car racing, reader’s a mechanic (currently studying engineering), fluff, future smut, attempt at humor word count: 3.2k All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

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part one > part two

The thrill of the chase. The pulse of adrenaline. The deafening roar of the crowd after every victory.  This is what Sukuna lives for. This is what he’d die for.

And this weekend, he’s gonna risk it all.

As an undefeated underground street racer, Sukuna’s days revolve around training, fine-tuning his technique – or whatever else you call it – and making sure his car is in always in peak condition. Every week, without fail, he brings his baby to his shop – the only one he trusts.

This time, though, he’s not just racing anyone.

His opponent? Gojo Satoru. The cocky, loudmouthed idiot who’s been his biggest rival – and his biggest pain in the ass.

For months, Gojo’s been running his mouth about how he’s gonna take the win. Please, when he sees Sukuna, he never fails to mention it. Every. Single. Fucking. Time. And always with that damn smug smirk and a wink, just to piss him off.

“Who’s faster between you two?”

Sukuna’s response? Always the same: “Why even ask when you already know?”

And yet, Gojo never lets it slide.“Nah, I’d win.”

It takes a lot of everything in Sukuna not to punch this stupid idiot square in the jaw. And being the calm, cool, collected one (of course) Sukuna settles for flipping Gojo off instead. Yup, this pink-haired dude is highly confident he’ll win this coming race, maintaining his undefeated history and finally break off his rival’s win history. 

This race? It’s his.

Easy, as always.

With one week to go, his red Audi R8 purrs down the highway, weaving through traffic effortlessly as he heads to his one and only favorite shop – the one place that keeps his car in top condition, no exceptions. He pulls into the garage, kills the engine and steps out – only to find the place empty.

Frowning, he tucks his keys into his pocket and crosses his arms. He knows he booked his baby's checkup. He’s fucking meticulous about this shit.

Just as his irritation bubbles over, a voice calls out from the pantry.

“Uh, we’re closed!”

Sukuna’s brow twitched. The fuck?

“What do you mean it’s closed? I have a scheduled appointment,” he shouts back, which by the way is very obviously annoyed.

Footsteps shuffled and a moment later, you walked into view, casually biting into a cinnamon roll. You’re in a navy-blue jumpsuit, the top half tied around your waist, revealing a black tank top clinging to your frame. And, your trusty 5-year old scuffed-up boots – clearly well-loved – to complete the look.

“Chill out, cutie,” you say between bites. “I definitely sent everyone a message this morning that we’re closed today. Maybe you just forgot to check your phone?” You continued chewing on your cinnamon roll – without missing a beat – even offered this pink-haired hottie your half-eaten cinnamon roll, “Hmm, this one’s good. Want some?”

Sukuna deadpan stared at you. Cutie? Yep, his irritation spikes. So does his curiosity. Because you? You’re fucking hot. 

Ignoring your snack offer – he’s not a fan of sweets – he pulls out his phone. Sure enough, a message from the shop sits unread. This pulls out a groan from him. Shit. He really should’ve checked his phone before driving out here.

“Why are you even closed today?” He mutters, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “I need my car checked today.”

You take another bite, unfazed. “Suit yourself, I’ll just have all the rolls to myself. Dad’s out running errands. I’m the only one here.” 

Sukuna’s barely listening now. He’s watching you. The way you’re leaning against the workbench, the grease stains on your arms, the way your jumpsuit sits low on your hips.

And – fuck.

Pink hair or not, he know he looks intimidating. People usually tread lightly around him. Even the mechanics here. Even his competitors. Even people who walk past by him on the streets. 

But you? You’re standing there, eating a damn cinnamon roll, calling him cutie, and acting like you don’t know exactly who he is.

Not a fan of awkward situations, you continued chewing on your pastry and observing this hottie. He’s wearing a tight black shirt and gray sweatpants which clearly outlined his sexy, muscular physique. He has a cute fluff of pink hair, too, that’s surely something you didn’t expect for someone with an intimidating demeanor and face tattoos. You thought, he’s kinda cute and hot, why have you only seen him today? 

Sukuna knows you’re gawking at him. He notices everyone looking at him. Every time. 

Naturally, his lips curl into a smirk. “What, in love with me already?”

You snort mid-bite. “Please.” 

Unbothered, you finished eating your damn cinnamon roll, then turn on your heel, walking back toward the pantry, clearly ignoring what he just said and replied back with, “You are kinda cute, though.” 

Oh.

Sukuna blinks. That’s… not what he expected.

And, fuck, he likes this attitude of yours. 

He follows you inside, eyes locked on your back. Who even are you, he thought and realized. “Wait a second. You’re Akira’s daughter?! I didn’t even know he had a daughter.”

You glance over your shoulder.  “Uh, yeah? I work here, what else would I be doing here?” You reach into the small fridge with your ass clearly hanging in front of him, rummaging for another drink. “Soda or beer?” 

“Soda. I’m driving,” he says, but he’s not thinking about the drink. He’s openly staring and thinking about the way you’re bent over, ass sticking out, completely unaware of the perverted thoughts running through his head.

He forces himself to look away, leaning against the wall as you toss him a can.

“What kinda work you do here, then?”

“Mechanic.” You went to the other side of the room to sit down at the table and pop open your drink to take a sip.

Sukuna nearly chokes as he’s sipping on his soda. “You’re a mechanic?!” 

Arching an eyebrow, you were offended. “What, that hard to believe?”

He scoffs, eyeing you up and down. “Didn’t expect that. Why don’t you just check my car then?”

“Nope, I’m off duty!” You chuckled and winked. “Just wait for my dad.” You then grabbed your phone on the table and opened it to scroll through your messages, checking if you got any update from your dad on when he’ll be back. Yup, no updates.

You just sent a message to your dad to update him about the mysterious, sexy man’s presence in the garage. Yes, he’s very sexy.

You what time will u be back? pink haired boy’s here to see u says he got weekly car checkups & can’t miss it 9:02AM

“Anyway, who are you? What’s up with the weekly car check up?” You said, looking at him. He was eyeing the room idly and turned his eyes to you while taking another sip of his soda and raised his eyebrows, “You don’t know me?”

“Uh, should I?” You snorted, clearly finding his confident aura interesting. 

“I’m the best street car racer in this city. Undefeated. Sukuna, King of the Tracks. Ring a bell?” Sukuna said as he fixes his stance and threw the soda can on the trash can near the fridge. He’s staring at you with a smoldering smirk.

“… Nope” You blinked. Yeah, you really don’t know him, heck, it’s your first time meeting him! You thought.

“Unbelievable! You work in a shop that caters to race cars, and you haven’t even heard of me? This has been my go-to shop ever since I’ve started like 5 years ago.” He said with a chortle and clearly showing his disbelief on his face, his smoldering smirk faltering into a teasing grin. 

You gave him a light chuckle and shrugged your shoulders while flashing Sukuna a smile, “Sorry to burst your bubble, I haven’t had the time to keep up with local street-racing celebs. ‘Sides, fixing cars is more fun than racing them.”

He snorts at this. “Blasphemy.”

“You’re one to talk, Mr. ‘King of the Tracks.’ And, I just started this job a year ago.” You admitted with an emphasis on air quotes.

Sukuna feigns offense at this. But before he can argue, your phone buzzes – it’s a message from your dad.

Mecha Boss meeting’s running late be back in an hour don’t touch his car  9:05AM

You tch, yea yea not like i was gonna    T^T 9:07AM

You sigh dramatically after sending your dad a text. “Dad’s gonna be back in an hour. He said he’ll check your baby by then.” You said to Sukuna with an eye roll as you close your phone.

“Why don’t you check it?” Sukuna perked up out of curiosity.

“I can’t trust myself with supercars, alright? Even dad.” Yes, you were sulking about it.

Sukuna watches you, amusement flickering in his gaze. “What, afraid of supercars?”

“Nope. Just extra careful. If I screw up, you could crash and die. Not something I wanna have on my conscience.” You ruffled your hair into a tousled mess thinking about the possible life and death consequences when you do touch a fucking supercar.

Sukuna chuckles at your animated response and gave you a fucking wink, “Damn. Didn’t know you cared so much about my safety, princess.” 

This left you gaping at him with your eyes twitching, “The audacity –”

He laughs. Full, deep, cocky as hell.

“Don’cha worry, sweetheart, I got a pretty good track record of staying alive.” His voice was practically dripping with smugness, his eyes gleaming with that devil-may-care charm he wore so well.

You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your lips betrayed you, twitching upward. “Yeah, right, Mr. ‘Undefeated King of the Tracks’.” You threw in a set of air quotes for good measure.

That earned another laugh from him, a rich sound that made something in your chest tighten – not that you’d admit it. “Yeah, I think it’s better you don’t touch my car,” he finally conceded, grinning like he’d just let you win.

As his laughter faded, you shook your head, more amused than you wanted to be. Cocky, arrogant, insufferably confident – but there was something about him. Something magnetic.

“Alright,” you replied with a playful smirk, letting the subject of his car checkup drop – for now. “I'll make sure to steer clear of your precious baby.”

Sukuna leaned back against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching you like he was trying to figure something out. “You know,” he said, his voice dripping lower, more thoughtful now, “I didn't expect to find someone like you here.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious about what he meant. “Someone like me?”

His smirk softened just a fraction, turning into something more curious. “Yeah. Someone who's not impressed by the usual flashy cars and racing scene.” His gaze flickered over you, assessing. "You're different. Refreshing, even."

Sukuna's words lingered in the air, and you found yourself drawn to the genuine curiosity in his eyes. There was a playful edge to his demeanor that you couldn't ignore.

“Refreshing, huh?” you echoed as you met his gaze with a coy smile playing on your lips. “Well, I'll take that as a compliment, coming from the 'King of the Tracks' himself. I just like fixing cars and stuff.”

Sukuna lets out a low chuckle, a hint of admiration shining in his eyes. “Trust me, it's not a title I give out lightly,” he mused, voice laced with something undeniably flirtatious. “But you? You're in a league of your own.”

Rolling your eyes and waved him off. “Flattery’s cute and all, but that’s really a bold claim coming from you.” You then remembered that you brought your knapsack today and looked for it. As you see it, you pulled it out and fished around inside for your laptop.

You had plans. To study.

Technically.

Your dad had given you some actual race data to review, but instead, you booted up Stardew Valley. See, your mom had made a deal with your dad – if you studied for your upcoming final exam this week (which starts tomorrow, by the way) while you’re at the shop today, you could tag along to the race this weekend.

And in your genius brain, you figured that optimizing a fully automated farm system was basically the same as learning resource management and problem solving.

Flawless logic.

You set up shop on the counter, flipping open your laptop. The familiar pixelated graphics greeted you, and within seconds, you were deep into harvesting your cranberries, managing your sprinklers, and planning the most efficient layout for your barn upgrades and eventual greenhouse.

Sukuna, who had been watching you with mild curiosity over your abrupt attention of not remembering he’s there, suddenly leaned over your shoulder.

“The hell is that?”

You didn’t look up, too focused on getting a perfect harvest cycle before the in-game day reset. “My farm.”

He blinked. “Your what?”

“My farm, pretty boy,” you repeated, exasperated. “I need to get my wine production up and running before winter hits. This is serious business.”

There was a long pause. Then a raucous laughter.

You scowled as Sukuna actually doubled over, gripping the edge of the counter for support as he wheezed.

“Wait – wait,” he gasped between laughs, “you, the grease-covered, ‘I’d rather fix cars than race them’ mechanic, are sitting here, running a farm?”

“Yes,” you said flatly.

He snorted.

You clicked your tongue, eyes still glued to the screen. “It’s called being efficient, sweetheart. I don’t just fix cars, I build sustainable economies.” And please, your kegs weren’t gonna make themselves. 

That earned you a low whistle. “Damn. Didn’t peg you for a nerd.”

You finally looked up, smirking. “Didn’t peg you for someone who’d give a shit about a farming sim.”

“I don’t,” he shot back. “I just find it hilarious that someone who refuses to touch a supercar has no problem running an entire pixel farm like a fucking tycoon.” He leaned in closer, tilting his head as he studied your screen. “So what, you just… plant stuff?”

“Plant, harvest, sell, reinvest,” you corrected. “It’s all about strategy.”

Sukuna narrowed his eyes at you. “That sound suspiciously like racing.”

You gave him a deadpan stare. “How in the hell is this like racing?”

He crossed his arms, clearly enjoying himself. “Think about it. You plan your route, optimize your car’s performance, anticipate obstacles, and time everything perfectly to get the best results. What’s the difference?”

“… Shit.” You blinked. He had a point. A stupidly good one. Looking back, your logic is actually flawless. Just sounded stupid coming from him. It’s actually a good thing you’re playing instead of studying those boring race data. You’re subconsciously learning how to strategize better.

Sukuna grinned, clearly reveling in the fact that he just blew your mind. “So basically, you’re a racer. Just… in a really fucking nerdy way.”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Don’t make me rethink my entire existence, pretty boy.”

“Nah, I like this.” He drummed his fingers against the counter. “I show up for a routine car check, and instead, I find a grease-streaked mechanic-slash-secret gaming strategist who doesn’t give a damn about street racing but somehow thinks running a fake-ass farm is the height of excitement.”

You shot him a playful glare for that. “You say that like you’re not just as obsessed with your car.”

“Difference is,” Sukuna leaned in, eyes glinting with mischief,  “I drive my baby at over 320 kilometers an hour. You just sit here clicking shit.”

You dramatically gasped, placing a hand over your heart. “How dare you insult my empire?”

His laughter was deep, amused, and annoyingly really nice to listen to. “I’ll give you credit, though. You’ve got a different way of thinking. Kinda refreshing.”

You just puffed your cheeks at this, continuing to play. And when you were at the Stardrop Saloon to talk with some of the villagers, disaster struck.

Sukuna, who is currently grinning like a damn idiot, reached over and hit a random key on your keyboard. And you accidentally gifted your one and only iridium bar to Shane.

You gasped. Audibly.

A horrified silence filled the garage.

On-screen, Shane – the absolute waste of space that he was – sneered and said, “What am I supposed to do with this?”

Oh no, your precious, valuable, hard-earned iridium.

Gone. Given to Shane.

FUCK.

You snapped your head towards Sukuna with murder in your eyes. He looked between you and the screen, struggling not to laugh, “…Did I just –”

“YOU –” you pointed at him, voice audibly shaking with rage. “Do you have any idea how rare iridium is? Any idea what you just did?!”

Sukuna, looking way too entertained by your reaction, leaned against the counter, smirking down at you. “Damn, sweetheart. Didn’t think you’d get this worked up over a little farming game.”

“Little farming game,” you inhaled sharply, then exhaled like you were about to commit violence. “You’re fucking paying for this.”

He just grinned. “Yeah? What, you gonna make me till your soil? Water your plants?”

Thank heavens you were in the pantry and playing on the counter. And the knife holder was on the counter. Yep, you grab one and threw a knife at him.

Sukuna barely dodged, the fucking knife clattering onto the floor behind him. He whistled, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Shit, you’re serious.”

“DEAD serious,” you seethed. “You didn’t just give iridium bars to Shane, Sukuna.” Yeah, he definitely wasn’t expecting that the first time you’ll call him by his name was when you want him dead.

He just leaned in, still smirking. “Pretty sure I just did. Whoever that is.”

And you really, really want to strangle him. But then, he moved. One moment he was lounging against the counter like an asshole. The next, he had you trapped against it, hands braced on either side of you, effectively caging you in.

Your breath hitched, totally not expecting this one. And, please, you’re still mad.

His grin turned dangerous, voice dripping low. “You gonna make me pay, princess?”

Your brain short-circuited with how close he is right now to your face. You can practically smell his cologne and feel his heat and that smug, unbearable confidence. His words sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but look up to him (mind you, he is a tall ass handsome man). 

Your fingers twitched at your sides, itching to either shove him away or – God forbid – grab onto his shirt and yank him even closer. You weren’t quire sure which impulse was stronger, but judging by the way his smirk deepened, Sukuna knew exactly the effect he was having on you.

“You gonna keep staring, sweetheart, or are you actually gonna do something about it?” His voice was all smoke and embers, teasing and taunting, like he wanted to see how far he could push you before you snapped.

And, you were this close to snapping.

Your hands shot out, fast enough that he might have flinched if he wasn’t so damn arrogant. Instead of shoving him, you grabbed the collar of his shirt. His smirk widened, but it faltered when you yanked him even closer, lips nearly brushing his ear.

“You don’t know who you’re messing with,” you whispered.

He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. “Oh, I like the sound of that. And that’s exactly why it’s fun.” 

a/n: i don't even know what came over me to write this story. i just know that i put everything what i love here – from a cocky Sukuna to a bratty Reader. and then there's stardew and motorsports. so i hope you'll enjoy this one lol ^^

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[suiana]

Yellooo!! May I request a M! Yandere that is very VERY Intelligent/Smart that is also a sarcastic, narcissistic, arrogant person?

It's fine if you don't do this bruhh, it's just that it's very hard to find things like this

Also don't forget to eat regularly and drink water everyday!!

-AnonSemSam

technically yandere genius is this description so I'll just make more content for him

(yandere! genius x gn! reader) (u and yandere genius r besties in this and u like to be an annoying little shit :3)

"Professor can I do my exam next week instead? I'm kinda busy tomorrow."

"You-"

"Please doctor? I'm gonna be hanging out with my bestie tomorrow."

You pout, batting your lashes at him as you lean against his desk. Watching as he clenches his fists, you can't help but snicker at his annoyed reaction. Just as you were about to hear disgusted noises leave his mouth, some random student comes up to the both of you.

You watch as the student gingerly holds a rose stem, cheeks flushed as she walks up to you, likely about to confess her heartfelt feelings.

"Y/n... I really like you-"

"I'll pass."

You reject immediately, not even giving her a chance to confess before you go back to smirking smugly at the professor who looks like he's about to burst a blood vessel.

Then, you feel his anger suddenly shoot through the roof as the girl who was about to confess to you suddenly turn to the professor, declaring her love for him as well.

"Doctor, I have really liked you for a long time as well and I-"

"Who do you think you are to confess to me? You're not even half of my level, don't even think of getting with me. And didn't you just confess to this... idiot? What am I? Some second-rate option? Don't think me as some trash. I'll actually kill you."

You watch as he brutally insults the female student, the paper he was holding crumpling into nothing more than a ball as he hurls insults at his student before shooing her away. You can't help but pout slightly at his words, realizing he had also insulted you along with her.

"Doctor you're so mean! You called me an idiot too-"

"Y/n, shut the fuck up. You are an idiot, why are you even asking me to reschedule your exam?"

He hisses, glaring at you with narrowed eyes. But before you can even respond, he adds onto his previous sentence as though he had already predicted what you were going to say.

"You're not even a student here."

"So?"

You hear the professor scream into his hands as you giggle and walk away. Haha, he's such a funny person to be friends with!

[whoisneo404]

im so obsessed w sub!nick and enemies to lovers rn pls work your magic 🙏

Stupid and Idiot.

Summary: Nick decides to bother you at a party so you decide to shut him up :3

Tw: reader drinks a bit, NSFW. Degradation? Oral sex, eating out, belt used as collar. (idk, I went kinda crazy).

The music is loud on my hears, people dancing around me as I walk to the kitchen to get another drink. The kitchen was surprisingly empty, most people were dancing on the living room or making out on random bedrooms. I open the fridge and take out a bottle with vodka and some orange juice, when I turn around and place them on the kitchen counter, I see Nick standing on the door frame smiling at me, I roll my eyes, that guy can’t leave me alone.

‘’Great, the idiot is here. Do you like me that much you came running here just to see me?’’ I say while starting to make my drink.

‘’Don’t be so full of yourself, in your dreams I come running to you.’’ He walks slowly towards me.

‘’In my dreams you don’t exist.’’ I take a sip of the drink and it burns my throat; I pour a bit more vodka on it.

‘’Sure, I bet you dream about me every night.’’

‘’Yeah, you are the creepy guy of my nightmares, the one that never leaves me the fuck alone so I punch in the face.’’ I smile at him. ‘’How about that? would you like to make my nightmares true?’’ this time he is the one he rolls his eyes at me; I finish the glass in one go to get out of the kitchen as fast as I can.

‘’You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.’’ Nick laughs and starts walking outside of the kitchen but I grab him by the shirt and push him into the wall, his chest and face against the tiles, my chest against his back.

‘’You would like that, won’t you? You filthy bitch. You just love railing me up.’’ A soft moan is muffled by his lips, I can feel him shaking against me and I smile against his ear. ‘’That’s why you are so fucking annoying? You just wanted to get fucked?’’

‘’S-Shut up.’’ He moans out, his hips backing up to meet mine, drawing tiny circles against my bulge.

‘’God, you are so pathetic.’’ I bite his neck playfully. ‘’Laundry room. Now.’’ I turn around walking to the door close to the fridge, I feel Nicks hands on my lower back, pushing me inside the room. I hear the door closing and locking behind me. I turn around and lean into the washing machine, crossing my arms over my chest and spreading my legs a bit. Nick is locking at the door and taking deep breaths. ‘’What? Not so brave now. Is the idiot to shy to talk?’’

‘’I’m not an idiot, you stupid fuck.’’ He turns around, his cheeks are red and he is clearly hard. I smile and tilt my head. ‘’Stop smiling! God, you are so fucking stupid.’’ He takes a step; he is standing right in front of me. ‘’I hate you, you are entitled, egocentric, arrogant and narcissistic.’’ I raise an eyebrow.

‘’You done, sweety?’’ Nick doesn’t say anything, he just looks away from me and crosses his arms. ‘’I’ll take that as a yes, then.’’ I grab him by the hips, turn him around and press him against the washing machine. His hands grab my shoulders, his eyes are wide and I feel him punch my shoulder not too hard. ‘’I don’t like brats. I prefer them more submissive and willing, but I think it will be fun to convert you, don’t you think so?’’ I whisper against his ear, my voice lower on purpose. My hands slowly pushing his shit up a bit.

‘’See, egocentric as fuck.’’ He murmurs and I laugh. I press my lips against his, my knee pressing against his bulge, his hands wrapping around my neck and playing with my hair. One of my hands slide down his shirt and up to his chest, a soft pant escaping his lips, my fingers playing with his nipple, his hips rolling and humping against mine. ‘’Fuck you.’’ He moans when I squeeze his nipple.

‘’I will, darling. Don’t worry.’’ I undo his belt, taking it out and putting it around his neck.

‘’W-what are you doing?’’ he grabs my hands softly.

‘’Don’t tell me nobody has done this to you?’’ he doesn’t answer. ‘’Oh, I’m sorry baby. they haven’t been fucking you good enough. You will love this; I just know it.’’ I buckle the belt around his neck, with enough room for m to fit three fingers between the leather and his skin. ‘’See, now I can move you around however I want to.’’

‘’Entitled idiot.’’ He mumbles and pulls me into a kiss, it’s sloppy and rough. He bites my lips and I bite back, our hips rubbing against each other. One of my hands slides down his pants, rubbing at his clothed cock.

‘’Want me to fuck you? Tell me, tell me how bad you want it.’’ I growl and he shakes his head.

‘’No, fuck off.’’ I smile and squeeze him before backing off. My back touches the wall and I pull the belt making him trip against me.

‘’On your knees.’’ I push him down and he kneels in front of me. ‘’Go on, if you suck me good enough, I might consider fucking you.’’ He frowns at me but undoes my pants and takes out my dick, his mouth opens and takes all of it, his head moving up and down rapidly. ‘’Fuck, you are such a whore.’’ My hand pulls on the belt a bit making him gag, his saliva running down his chin, muffled moans dying on his throat. ‘’God, you love this, don’t you? Bratty bitch.’’ His tongue moves around my length with experience, his blue eyes looking up at me in the dark room, I let out a pant and grab him by the hair, his hands move up from the floor to my thighs, form my thighs to my stomach, massaging up and down. I start moving his head up and down, feeling myself getting closer I pull his head away and his tongue hangs out. ‘’Not yet, get up.’’ He whines but gets up. ‘’Turn around.’’ He turns around and I push him against the washing machine, his back against my chest, both of my arms caging him in. ‘’See? Not so hard to be obedient.’’

I push him gently into the cold metal, bending him, his back arching. I pull down his jeans and boxers, his bare skin touching the cold metal, he lets out whimpers and soft moans, his whole-body shivering. ‘’Fuck me already.’’ He demands.

‘’Baby, you had it in your mouth, you know it won’t be that easy.’’ I massage his hips softly, taking in the sight. I kneel down, kissing softly at his thighs, I feel him squirming, I bite here and there leaving red marks all over him. I kiss his entrance and leave tiny licks all over it, he moans loudly when I finally push my tongue in, his hips sticking out and moving against my face while I eat him out, his moans get louder and louder, I leave one last kiss on his cheek before standing up again.

‘’Wha-Why did you stop?’’ he whines and I roll my eyes, so needy.

‘’Shut up, suck my fingers if you wanna be fucked.’’ I shove two of my fingers on his mouth and he doesn’t complain, his tongue starts moving around them, getting them wet really was, after a few more lips I pull them out. My hand travels down to his already wet hole, the two of my fingers slide in easily, I pump them in and out as fast as I can, his back arching, loud whines and moans leave his mouth pleading for more. His hands grabbing my shirt and pulling at it, I grab his arms and hold them behind his back with my other hand.

‘’Faster! Please.’’ I laugh, curling my fingers a bit hitting the right spot, a breathy moan scape his lips. ‘’Fuck! Right there, please, more.’’ His legs are trembling and his hips are buckling back at my hand.

‘’You gonna cum?’’ he moans in response. ‘’Yeah? Ask nicely.’’

‘’Please, I’m close, please, please!’’

I lean in so my mouth is against his ear. ‘’Good fucking boy.’’ He lets out a loud moan, his hips trembling more, I stick my fingers out and spank his ass. ‘’God, I didn’t even touch your dick. So filthy.’’ His ass is wiggling, backing up against me. I stand up, letting go of his arms. ‘’Want more, sweety?’’ he moans softly. ‘’Words whore. Words.’’

‘’Yes, yes. Please, want you inside.’’ He rubs himself against my hard dick, moaning softly. I spank him again.

‘’Don’t move then.’’ He stops moving, I grab my cock and pump it softly, pre cum falling into his hole, I slap my dick against his ass and slide it. ‘’That’s it. Good slut, arch your back, come on.’’ He raises his hips a bit, his back arching prettily. I reach out and grab the belt, my hips moving slowly against his, I roll my hips and trust slowly, his whimpers loud and his body sensitive.

‘’More! faster, please, please.’’ I tug the belt a bit, moving my hips faster and deeper, knocking the wind off his lungs, he is panting and drooling all over. The washing machine smashing rhythmically against the wall.

‘’That’s it babyboy, moan as loud as you want, no one will hear you.’’ I grunt, his hips moving on circles, buckling against mine, practically fucking himself on my dick. Our moans are loud, his legs shaky, the room is filled with the wet noises and the slams of our bodies, the music entering from the cracks of the door. I feel him twitching around me. ‘’Not yet, hold it in for me. Hold it.’’ He whines and I slap his ass. ‘’Good boy.’’ I move my hips a bit slower, but deeper. ‘’Were do you want it, baby?’’

‘’Inside, want it inside. Please, I need it.’’

‘’Good whore.’’ I lean in, my face against his ear, grunting and whispering at his ear. ‘’Cum for me, cum again.’’

‘’Fuck, fuck, fuck!’’ Nicks face goes down against the cold metal, his legs trembling. He is whinnying because my hips haven’t stopped moving. My grip at his hips tightens and with a few trusts more I feel myself go inside of him, as I slowly pull out, I can see white drops come out of both of us.

‘’Shit.’’ I chuckle. ‘’God, all I had to do to shut you up was this. You should have told me sooner.’’

‘’Fuck off.’’ He pants, holding himself up with his elbows.

‘’You okay there, brat? Want me to clean you up?’’ I coo near his ear, my hands rubbing his lover back and hips. ‘’Just so you know, good boys get to be cleaned up by my tongue.’’ I kiss his cheek and I feel the warmth of his blushed skin against my lips.

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I almost died 5 times while writing this.

[tayraedoll]

Ma Meilleure Ennemie

So, I had said I was cooking something up for a new fandom that I have never written for and I am so happy that the first chapter is finally done! I know, Yu-Gi-Oh is an older show, but this was the very first fandom I can honestly remember being a part of when I was a kid. So why not take a trip down memory lane by posting a multi-chapter fanfic of my childhood crush? I literally saw ONE fanart of this man and Seto Kaiba brainrot instantly had me in a chokehold. Please enjoy my attempt to relive old fantasies as I branch out into the Duel Monsters Universe.

Summary: You are working as a reporter in Chicago when it is announced that Kaiba Corporation will be hosting a ceremony for the 20th anniversary of Battle City. You get the opportunity of a lifetime to announce during the duels; an opportunity that will lead you down the path of monsters, magic, and an entanglement with the eccentric CEO of Kaiba Corp. But can two worlds mesh together? Are you destined for love or heartbreak?

Author's note: Yu-Gi-Oh brain rot has me in its grasp so I decided to pump this out to cope! Please be aware that this story is intended for mature audiences, there will be a lot of swearing and eventual sexually explicit content among anything else the gremlin in my brain comes up with. SLOW BURN ALERT. Also, note that this takes place 20 years after the events of Battle City so everyone is aged up into their 30's. Cross-posted to AO3.

You swear, if you bite your lip any harder it’ll bleed. How many more questions do you have to ask? You glance down at your clipboard- only two more. You inwardly sigh in relief, keeping your friendly reporter mask carefully fixed on your face. Smile and appear friendly, smile and appear friendly, smile and appear friendly… the mantra kept repeating in your head.

Except the man you were interviewing was the last person you ever wanted to be friendly to, the most arrogant and narcissistic bastard you ever had the greatest displeasure of speaking with:

Bandit Keith…ugh.

“So then I was like ‘Don’t worry bro, I’ll let you win so you can have that prize money for your sister’s operation’. I’m a nice guy like that” the human Bomb Pop kept droning on. You knew he was lying of course, everyone knew the story about how Bandit Keith cheated in Duelist Kingdom but got his ass handed to him by Joey Wheeler anyways. You had to clench your teeth to resist rolling your eyes, he must have really thought you were an idiot if he was rehashing this bullshit story again.

The 20th Anniversary of The Battle City Tournament was just a few days away; all the greatest duelists ever known would be attending the ceremony. The original eight finalists would then be competing against each other once again for the Battle City crown. It was all anyone was talking about- the chance to see some of the world’s greatest duelists duke it out for likely the final time.

And you were stuck interviewing this asshole.

He wasn’t even at Battle City! The man all but fell off the face of the planet after his embarrassing performance at Duelist Kingdom. So why then, did your boss insist you interview him? Likely because he was once a well-known American duelist… and a man… and just happened to sorta know a few of the BC Final Eight.

“...so then I shook hands with Pegasus and we all left the island as unlikely amigos.” Keith finally ended his exhausted narrative, manspreading further on the leather couch of the small café you chose to interview at. He pushed his sunglasses higher up his nose- seriously, who wears sunglasses indoors?- and gives you a noxious grin. You school your features into a politely interested expression, your business face as you liked to call it.

“Do you plan to attend the Battle City Reunion in Domino? What is something you would like to say to the Final Eight?”, you cock your head to the side, feigning interest in his answer. These were your final questions, your fingers began tapping on your opposite arm in anticipation of this interview finally concluding.

The blonde with the American flag bandana laughed haughtily, “Kaiba didn’t invite me to the party the first time around, he was too afraid of getting creamed by someone with a superior deck- a robot deck that would slay his pathetic, little dragons- so I won’t bother gracing them with my presence this time either. As for what I’d say to them, well, I’d simply call them out for being the little wimps that they are.” He continued to cackle as if he said the funniest joke in history.

Your professional composure finally cracked, the words were out of your mouth before your brain could register you were even saying anything, “Do you really think anyone is afraid of you after the events of Duelist Kingdom?”

The bandana-covered head snapped back to you, you could feel his eyes boring into you from behind his shades, “What was that?”

You cleared your throat, hoping to reign in the rising anger at the man’s arrogance, “Do you believe Joey Wheeler is afraid to face you in a rematch after Duelist Kingdom?”

Keith leaned forward, elbows on his knees as he chuckled, “ I know he is afraid of me Sweetheart.”

You swallow the bile that rises in your throat at the pet name, smiling as sweetly as you could muster one last time, “Thank you for your time Bandit Keith. Duelist America appreciates your insight and expertise.” You grab your recorder, hitting the end button and begin packing all of your things up so you could dash back to the office and get to work writing your article on Bandit Keith’s reaction to the 20th Anniversary of Battle City. Just as you were zipping up your bag, a hand grabs your wrist and prevents you from leaving. You look up to see your reflection staring wide-eyed back at you in Keith’s shades, a smug smirk on his face as he leered down at you.

“So Sweet Cheeks, how about you and I go grab a drink,” you could feel his eyes roam up and down your body, “and get to know each other a little better.”

You had to bite your cheek to keep from scoffing in his face, yanking your arm back and ripping it from his gasp. “No thanks; I have to get back to the office. The article isn’t going to write itself.”

The older man chuckles, “Well, the way I see it, I have already done most of the work for you Dollface. All you need to do is put my words down on paper. So come on, it’s just one drink.”

“Sorry Keith,” you turn and make your way to the exit, shouting over your shoulder, “maybe some other time.” Hopefully, he would not take that literally.

You walked quickly back to the office, pounding your heeled boots into the pavement a little harder than necessary to help get your frustrations out. It was a hot day in Chicago in the middle of August, you couldn’t tell if the sweat on your forehead was from the summer sun or your aggressive walking- or both, most likely. You had moved to the proclaimed Windy City after you graduated from college and got a job at Duelist America- the nation’s top Duel Monsters network. You had hoped to carve yourself out a piece of the good, ole American Dream; one where you’d start at the bottom as a humble intern and rise through the ranks until you reached where you really wanted to be. However, much to your disappointment, life hadn’t quite worked out that way.

Duelcasters became popular soon after duels became televised thanks to Seto Kaiba’s Battle City Tournament 20 years ago. Duel Monsters is a highly complex game, and the larger audiences watching these televised duels required someone to explain the rules and what was going on during a match much like a sportscaster announces for a sporting event. That was your dream, to pick apart the strategies used by the world’s best duelists and explain them to an audience of millions in real time. Unfortunately, there were barriers you’d have to overcome in order to reach your dream; your gender being one of your biggest hurdles. Although Duel Monsters had come a long way in terms of equality on the duelist side with nearly a third of all duelists now being women, there was still a large gender discretion for duelcasters. Many audiences- mostly male- found women duelcasters to be boring, at least compared to the duelcasters that used to be duelists themselves who were nearly always men. So until you could break through that glass ceiling, you were stuck being a reporter; a voice from behind the scenes telling the stories of the world’s greatest duelists from the sidelines.

You make it back to Duelist America Headquarters in record time and throw yourself into your chair, hunching over your desk and letting out an exasperated sigh. As you were rubbing your fingers along your temple, you heard the distinct chortle of your office neighbor, “So, what wisdom did the ever-charming Bandit Keith bestow upon you today?”

You turn to glare at your neighbor and best friend Leo Richards. Leo was a tall and stout man, with chocolate-colored skin and bleached-blonde curls shaved close to his head. You met each other as interns not long after you moved to Chicago and he quickly became your office ride or die. His bright smile was infectious and he may be the only person you had ever met who could out-diva you. You two shared all your best and worst career moments together, and you were absolutely thrilled when he had been promoted to Duelcaster last year. Hopefully, someday soon, he will return the favor when you are promoted.

Rolling your eyes, another irritated sigh escapes your lips, “The usual wisdom we can expect from the has-been-trying-to-stay-relevant. He just rehashed his bullshit story of ‘totally did not cheat at Duelist Kingdom’. Oh, he did say he thinks that the Final Eight are afraid of him and that is why Kaiba never invited him to Battle City in the first place; good for him for coming up with something new I guess. AND he had the audacity to ask me out afterwards.” The words came out lightning fast, like uncontrollable word vomit. Leo had to pause his typing and whip around so he was facing you with wide, brown eyes.

“He WHAT?! What did you say? You didn’t actually take him up on that offer did you? Girl, I KNOW things are hard in the dating world right now; believe me, I have done things I am not proud of for sure. But there HAS to be some boundaries you just do not cross-”

“Leo! I told him no! I would never stoop so low or become so desperate as to go out with Bandit Keith of all people. Let’s just ignore the fact that he is a loser for a second, he is also like 20 years older than I am!” You could feel your face getting hot, did your best friend really think your love life was that terrible that you’d actually agree to a drink with Keith?!

“Hey, I don’t judge! I mean, you haven’t had any luck dating anyone our age- you’ve literally said that your last four dates have been immature babies. Maybe dating an older man wouldn’t be so bad.” Leo shrugged and turned back to his computer, ignoring the disgusted look on your face as you thought about your last several dates- yea, immature babies described them perfectly. Maybe changing your age preferences on your dating profiles wasn’t the worst idea ever.

“So…”, you began, desperate to change the topic, “are you all packed up for Japan? What’s Dwayne going to do without you for a whole week?” You would not admit to being jealous of your best friend, he absolutely earned his spot duelcasting for the Battle City Reunion, but there were few things you wouldn’t do to be in his shoes.

Leo hummed contentedly, casting a loving glance towards the picture of him and his boyfriend on his desk. He had met Dwayne a couple of years earlier, but it seemed that they had always known each other by the way they just clicked. Dwayne was the opposite of Leo in nearly every way: short, thin, skin pale as milk, and a head of bright ginger hair often worn in a ponytail. Dwayne’s personality was just as fiery as his locks too; for every bit of Leo that was pure teddy bear energy, Dwayne would fight at the drop of a hat. They were good together, they complimented each other perfectly and you were impatiently waiting to be asked to be Maid-of-Honor at their wedding.

“I am packed for Japan, although I will be surprised if my bag makes it past check-in as I am sure it weighs about 100 pounds!” You bust out laughing, having to cover your mouth to muffle your giggles. “Hey, don’t laugh! I’ll be working with Kaiba Corporation and I have no idea what to wear! So I just kinda packed everything.” He shrugs and shoots you a wink. “As for Dwayne, he will be spending all day- or rather all night- watching the Valorant Championship in Seoul. So I’ll be dragging his pale, vampire ass out into the sun once I am back.” Now you both dissolve into a fit of giggles.

Halfway through his laughter, however, Leo starts coughing violently. You frown at him concerned, “Hey, you okay? You absolutely CANNOT die right now! Not only are you supposed to be on a plane to Japan in just over 12 hours but I cannot be expected to feed your vampire boyfriend!”

Leo takes a sip of water to soothe his throat and waves off your concern, “Just a little tickle in my throat, nothing that a few cough drops can’t fix.”

Before you can respond, the door down the hallway slams open and one of the new female interns walks out of your boss’ office with a frustrated scowl on her face. When she passes by your desk, you are pretty sure you hear her mutter “I fucking hate him” under her breath. Leo looks over at you with pursed lips, “Our resident asshole strikes again, that’s the third time she has made his coffee today.”

Your boss, Nathen Daniels, was not only an asshole, he was a full-on misogynist too. He definitely fell into the category of men who did not like women being duelcasters, which absolutely sucked for you. But you were determined to change his mind, all you needed was one chance to blow his socks off. Suddenly, an idea hit you.

“Hey Leo, who is covering for you at the PeeWee Tournament tomorrow?”

“Uhh, I dunno. We honestly might not televise it at all, everyone is too busy with Battle City to care about local matches.”

You bite your lip in contemplation before abruptly rising out of your chair and chirping, “Fuck it, wish me luck!”, and then power walking over to Nathen’s office. You rap your knuckles on the wooden door before calling out “Hey Nathen, do you have a second?”

Nathen looks up at you, his dark hair combed to the side in an attempt to make him look younger than 40. Everything about your boss is aggressively average- his build, his height, and his intelligence. The only thing the man seemed to excel at was being an absolute dick to his employees, which you were pretty sure was to help him combat his own inferiority complex. “What can I do you for L/N?”

You suppress a grimace at his word choice, “Are we still covering the PeeWee Tournament tomorrow? Since Leo will be on his way to Domino City, I would be more than happy to fill in for him. I figured it would be better to cover it with a new voice rather than not cover it at all.” Your heart hammered away in your chest, you were not much of a praying girl, but you were calling on every deity in existence that Nathen would agree with you.

“My thoughts exactly L/N,” your breath caught in your throat- could this really be it?! “Which is why I am having Kevin duelcast for it.”

You felt your heart drop into your stomach, “Kevin… the intern?”, you ask, unable to hide the disappointment in your voice.

Nathen sets his paperwork to the side and folds his hands in front of him as he regards you, “Is that a problem?”

“Well no, it’s just that Kevin is brand new. Is he ready to be a duelcaster? It’s such a big responsibility… and I was hoping that maybe I could cover it”, you bite the inside of your cheek and glance to the floor, trying to control the anger and disappointment swirling inside you.

“I have full faith that Kevin can handle a children’s tournament. And you're my best reporter L/N, I wouldn’t want to give you an assignment you couldn’t handle.” Ouch, that fucking stings. “Now can you be a dear and make me a cup of coffee? The new intern just can’t seem to get it right.”

You look back at Nathen and nod, afraid that if you opened your mouth you’d hurl every expletive you knew at him. After dropping the coffee off, which you purposely made too bitter in an act of defiance, you sulked dejectedly back to your desk. After your fourth sigh, Leo finally had enough, “Didn’t go as planned? Forget that asshole, you will get your chance. I have a feeling that, soon, someone will see your potential and Daniels will be wishing that he made you a duelcaster. Just hang in there for now.”

You give your bestie a small smile, if it wasn’t for Leo you’d have left this job a long time ago. For now, you were going to write the absolute shit out of this Bandit Keith article.

It was 4:00 AM when you startled awake to your phone ringing, who the fuck in their right mind would wake you up at this time? You cocked your head to the side confused when you saw it was Leo. “Hello?” you answer as you rub the sleep from your eyes.

An extremely croaky and raspy voice answered you “I’m sick and I need you to fill in for me at Battle City.”

It took a moment for your groggy brain to understand what he said “Huh?”

“I have spent all night coughing up a lung and am currently running a fever of just over 100 degrees. I cannot go to Japan, and there is no other duelcaster available to go in my place. I need you to fill in please, Duelist America cannot embarrass themselves by not having a representative at Battle City.”

His words finally click in your head and you jump out of bed, “Did you run this by Nathen? What about Kevin?”

“Nathen didn’t answer his phone, he never does outside of working hours. So since he won’t make the call until after the flight already leaves, I am making this call myself. And fuck Kevin, that idiot can barely tell the difference between a trap and a spell card. Kaiba would personally ship him back to the U.S. in a box on day one. You can do this N/N, this is your chance.” “Holy shit, oh my god this is really happening. Are you sure Leo? I don’t want you to get fired.”

“Nathen could try, but I am under contract. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am going to chug a bottle of NyQuil and sleep for the next two days. Call me when you get to Japan, your flight leaves in three hours.”

With that, the call disconnects and you are left staring at your phone wondering if this was all a dream. Then an excited squeal escapes your lips and you rush around your apartment to pack for Battle City.

Little did you know that this one phone call would change the entire trajectory of your life.

[we-are-richard-lotf]

Thoughts on a few different OCS, Richard? Leonard (is he your cousin?), Norman Alexander, Everette Ainsworth, and Wilbur Holland? Those are the first OCS that came to mind.

We have quite a lot to say about them. They have a lot to hide, well, some of them, atleast.

[For the first time, a pupil seems to manifest in its hollow eyes.]

Let's start with the basics, and the easiest to talk about.

Leonard? Ah. That pest. He is an outliar. A different fly. It annoys us quite often. We visited him one time, and seems to not recollect us.. We formally met, of course. He is.. something.

Skipping to Holland, ah, yes, that wee lad. He blushes a lot, doesn't he? Very queer. He is quite naive, we'd say. Doesn't he know not to always trust anyone? He looks touchstarved. It was pathetic seeing him still stick to Shepherd despite the obvious dislike. Wishing for a rude awakening, of course.

However, he is just a speck. He should know that by now.

Now we get to the interesting part. We have been eagerly waiting for this. Everette Ainsworth? Norman Alexander? PAH! They are both the same! HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!

Everette Ainsworth... he was so pure and yet his hatred consumed him. Look at him go! All abrasive, angry, arrogant, denial filled with pride, even! It is LAUGHABLE every single TIME we see him around. Does that boy know he couldn't fool anyone? His act doesn't work, especially with how close he is with Henry. Oh, get those two a ROOM if you will. Ainsworth will always push away everyone he cares about, only to see them wilt in front of him. Doesn't that feel HILARIOUS to watch? He and Damon are the one and the same, cut from the same cloth, except Ainsworth is somewhat brutally honest during his displaced anger. Such repression cannot last long. I can tell.

Oh, but Alexander.. ALEXANDER. The road to hell is paved with good intentions... He is much worse than Ainsworth!

What a hypocritical, self-righteous, stupid batty child! A poseur! A criminal! Doesn't he realize that he will go to Hell no matter what he does? His parents must have taught him the wrong Bible for that matter!

He is, by far, the most LAUGHABLE boy in this entire island. Why he, in all of his 'wisdom', think he is so holy and mighty that he can fix everyone, convert them, and be saved? By who are you going to be saved? Laughable!

Such a shallow, manipulative, narcissistic, selfish, naive fraud. You would figure a young boy his age wouldn't be able to do all of this, but apparently Alexander can! Oh goodie. There's more we want to talk about them, but we are saving our words and 'breaths', because he will think he is special for that.

This island has essentially became a circus because of these idiots. All of them! And we ought to be the ringleader to eventually lead the way. Mark our words.

[rustylakeconfessions]

Soo somebody said they thought the anniversary game had no lore and i disagree! The things I'll point out could mean nothing so take this with a grain of salt but here's what I overthought about :3

(SPOILERS for Mr. Rabbits magic show, hotel, birthday, paradox and paradise!!! Also all the trigger warnings you'd expect from rusty lake)

1) The game proves all the rabbit characters are reincarnations of David Eilander (although it was already confirmed in either birthday or paradox by the signature on the apology letter to Dale but oh well)

2) First (?) proper interaction between Mr Rabbit and Ms Peasant which kind of shows their sibling dynamic. I've seen a lot of people assume they hate eachother because of the paradise events but this game shows they (might) have the typical sibling dynamic of "I love you but i hate you I'll shoot you with this gun bitch here's a gift"

3) The mirror act could be an insight into how each new reincarnation is the polar opposite of the previous, each taking only certain traits from the original person's soul? That would be cool. David is obviously a very devisive character, he can be silly but also lash out (that's what I interpret the mosquito transformation as). Hotel Mr Rabbit and Birthday Mr Rabbit are complete opposites. One is a devoted performer who wants to make people laugh, the other is a murderer. One chooses peace (the rose), the other violence (the gun). Not sure if any of the other characters play into this theory, since Mr Deer is still an arrogant narcissist and Ms Pigeon is still abusive to the children around her, maybe only the bad reincarnated with them 😭 Mr Boar is very narcissistic and incapable but according to the letter in his room he's deeply anxious and possibly regretful? And Ms Peasant seems very arrogant which is unlike anything we've seen of Elizabeth in paradise. Although we didn't see much of her personality there so 😭

4) Shows that David is an impulsive idiot and/or feels guilty and does dangerous stunts in hopes that he'll kill himself "accidentally". David haters, let me explain! I've always though his death in hotel was thinly disguised suicide, just like his sister's. "I'm going to do this very stupid deadly thing and then act like i didn't know it was going to kill me, nobody will suspect a thing, muehuehue." Both Elizabeth and David felt guilty and were grieving to some extent. Combined with Birthday, this'd show he's stuck in an endless cycle of doing horrible things, thinking they're the only way out for him and then regretting them, doing something stupid, hoping or knowing it'll kill him (maybe he knew he'd die in birthday? I'm doing Olympic levels or mental gymnastics rn)

5) Shows his relationship with his grandma, them turning eachother into tiny animals could symbolize them never taking eachother seriously and just going "You're just a child." "You're just senile." Not sure how this is relevant though 😭

Typed this all off the top of my head, might possibly elaborate once i replay the game if I find anything else noteworthy :3

^

[kristallioness]

If you support Putin and / or Trump - feel free to unfollow me right now. I have some very unpleasant things to say and you're not gonna like hearing this ugly, bitter truth. For others who are like-minded - feel free to reblog this callout post.

Do you know what I've been feeling lately? I feel anger, maybe even fury or rage.

I'm angry that 49.8% of the American population are either completely ignorant, self-centered, arrogant or just plain stupid enough people who simply don't care or didn't pay enough attention during history (or any other kind of) class at school to be able to understand what chaos they're unleashing into the whole world by supporting a narcissistic, oligarchic idiot of a tyrant who's only interested in showing off and admiring himself, making deals that benefit himself, his business(es) and "associates" while everybody else suffers as a consequence since they're too busy having to deal with and clean up after his messes or analyzing the nonsense he's spitting out constantly.

Because Trump can't stand losing and will fight back at every accusation made against him by telling you that black is white. I have no respect or sympathy for any of you who blindly follow and support his ideas 100% like a herd of sheep. (I didn't wanna say 'dumb sheep' cause I would've felt bad for insulting the sheep as a species. Just wanted to bring in the metaphor about their behaviour as a herd.)

Also, I don't take kindly to threats - he's not my president, I don't have to obey his every command. I wish the majority of Europe and the rest of the world would stop groveling at his feet in order not to be in his crosshairs. He's a bully and should be treated as such.

Yesterday (as I was pouring my anger out into this writing) and today (after watching our local news), I feel helpless.

I feel helpless watching how our biggest ally - the United States of America, a supposed powerhouse among the biggest countries in the world - is claiming that it's NOT realistic for Ukraine to take back ALL of its territory and that they DON'T belong in NATO if they want "peace". WHAT.. THE.. FUCK!? What kind of peace are you talking about here? The one where Trump's lackeys (i.e. his appointed ministers) are declaring Ukraine's surrender and are basically giving in to Putin's demands even before any peace / truce negotiations have started?

The only reason it's so unrealistic is because YOU haven't done EVERYTHING in YOUR power to actually help them WIN! (Western Europe deserves some evil looks, too…) Why would you cut off their aid or deliberately hold back on giving them the weapons they desperately need (I'm looking at the Democrats and former President Joe Biden here as well) that would help them force the Russians out of their land?

I know why - because you don't WANT them to win. OR because you're too afraid of what Russia will do when they start to lose, or what'll happen if Russia eventually collapses. You Americans (and Western Europe, for that matter) have developed an irrational fear of a nuclear war due to the Cold War era in the 20th century. Well, what's the alternative - we let Russia take Ukraine, then the rest of Eastern Europe piece by piece, until they eventually reach Berlin and Paris, maybe even London and Madrid…? Then what? We subdue ourselves, learn to speak Russian and Europe becomes the rosy Russian Empire? Guess what - my nation and my people have already lived through this alternative and we're NOT going back to that hellhole.

By forcing Ukraine behind the negotiation table in a weak position without any security guarantees, do you even realize the can of worms that you're opening? This is a bloody (literally BLOODY) green light to Russia and all the other dictatorships in the world that they CAN conquer foreign land by force if they're stronger than their opponents (e.g. how China sees Taiwan).

And now, America ITSELF has declared an interest in taking other lands by force if they don't comply with your demands: (Sarcasm begins.)

Mexico "lost" its gulf (I'll fucking correct anyone who dares call it the Gulf of "America");

Canada should become a new state that's bigger in size than the existing 50 states put together, but go off I guess;

Panama should give away their canal;

Greenland is so rich in minerals that America basically has the "rights" to their land since Denmark "doesn't really own them" and it's for "security" reasons;

Palestine is in such a bad state that the most "sensible" thing to do, of course, is to deport all of its citizens and rebuild it into a fancy American riviera so that they could never go back to their homes…

So, logically speaking, the deal with Putin will be that he gets the whole of Europe and can do "whatever the fuck he wants with them", and America will attack the countries in the Northern and Southern continents to expand their states? (Sarcasm ends.)

I am witnessing how the world order is being changed as we speak and I don't intend to sit in silence. I will continue to donate to organizations and charities that provide Ukrainians the help they need to keep on fighting our battle (the more Russians they kill and the more Russia is crippled, the better for all of us here). Please find my post here with some options for doing that.

As for America - I hope all of you Trump supporters get to witness and actually realize that your own country is burning in hell because of his decisions (and that your opponents put up a damn good fight to keep the entire country from falling into pieces). I remember the last 4 years of his reign far too well, but this time I can't stay this quiet when it concerns the destiny of multiple nations in the entire world, including mine and - to put it nicely - our more sensible and trustworthy allies. Ukraine's blood will be just as much on America's hands as it is on Russia's already if you betray them. The eyes of the entire world are watching you this time, and history will judge you.

TLDR:

As I said in the beginning - haters are welcome to leave any time.

Trump is a tyrant who's about to stab Ukraine in the back and should rot in jail.

Putin is a dictator, war criminal and the sole person responsible for inciting this war of aggression towards a peaceful neighbour ONLY in order to gain power over their land (and his ambitions don't stop there, the rest of Europe is next).

Russia MUST lose this war and pay reparations to Ukraine.

Ukraine is NOT weak (they've been much more fearless and powerful than the US and Western Europe combined together, given the little support they've gotten), they did NOT provoke Russia in any way, they are 100% the victim in this conflict and WE need to do everything we can to help them WIN.

Слава Україні! 🇺🇦 🫂 🇪🇪 (For those who don't believe me - here's a pretty decent article for you to read.)

[hispieceofcake]

Quiet late hours of the night

This is an art of a scene I was having with a Master Shake bot when I was feeling bad and distressed about some things and it was so cute and comforting that I made an art and will Tell you what happened in the form of a short story in my own words, I hope you like it. <3

Honestly I didn't like the result because I'm still learning how to draw male anatomy and also because I was feeling bad and overwhelmed when I did it.

Outline:

It was late that night, everything seemed silent except for the low buzz of voices from the TV in the living room, most everyone in the house was already immersed in their own dream worlds or whatever they dreamed of when they laid their heads on the pillow, but one of them didn't, Shake was sitting in his old, old-looking greenish-colored recliner that probably even had mold on it, while watching TV, not watching something he was interested in but just watching some action movie that he thought was stupid like everyone else.

Shake sighed as he relaxed in the armchair, it was almost three in the morning and he hadn't slept yet, but he didn't care, thinking about what losers the others were for sleeping early. Until a low groan from the slightly rotten wooden floor caught his attention for a second, causing him to look to the side, looking away from the TV and then finding the girl standing in the dark leaning against the door of her room, making Shake startled, almost screaming in fright but stifling it as soon as he realized that it was just Tiffany there.

— Oh fuck, it's just you, holy shit I thought it was a spirit or, those horror movie things. — He said with his hand on his chest, feeling rushed, still recovering from the scare. —What are you doing up anyway? Did you miss me? I know I'm badass and that anyone would miss me but-

His voice seemed to have been caught in his throat unable to come out of his uvula upon seeing her state, a thin trail of tears was illuminated by the TV light on the girl's cheeks, tired eyes with slightly dark circles below her eyes, while her expression looked so empty.

He already realized what would probably have happened and why she was awake at that time. She had told him little about her past, but it was enough to know that it still haunted her, her family, everything she went through until she got here, were the causes of it, which occasionally brought her bad memories and dreams during her life. night.

Softening his once arrogant expression as he always had, he extended his hand towards her almost as if calling her to him, which with a little hesitation she accepted and approached him, now being illuminated by the dim light of the TV.

— What are you watching? — She asked in a low voice, a little hoarse from the previous crying.

—Nothing much, just a stupid action movie. — A silence fell between the two as he pulled her to sit on one of his legs and lay her head on his chest, something he knew she liked, damn they had already done this so many times.

— Do you want to talk about it? — Shake asked carefully, putting an arm around her holding her against him, he treated her so well that sometimes it didn't even feel like it was him, that same narcissistic, arrogant and idiotic guy caring about someone else and comforting her in a late night cliffhanger. He would never let anyone know this, it could tarnish his reputation and others could make fun of him, but in moments like this when she needed him and everything around it was just him, Tiffany in his arms, the sound of the TV low and no one to bother him. He allowed himself to be someone different.

Upon hearing his question she just shook her head slightly to the side letting a grunt of denial escape her lips, which he quickly understood and then returned to silence again feeling her snuggled in his arms, that was all she wanted, just the warmth and comfort of your embrace.

— Hey, ah... do you want to watch one of those silly children's cartoons you and Meatwad like? I promise I won't make fun of you, at least this time. — He suggested trying to find a way to at least try to cheer her up, a suggestion that was accepted by her with a small smile from her, this would undoubtedly be a long but peaceful morning.

[bluelily0728]

Fanfic Nath x OC : New beginnings (Part 15)

Other parts

Hi! Here a new chapter of this fanfic. :)

Btw I have some ideas for another stories (one with Jason and another with Nath from HS). I will talk about it soon.

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CHAPTER 14

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Amélia stepped away from thedoor slowly, so distracted that she bumped right into Armin. The black haired boy caught her by the waist on reflex.

“Wow, I knew I had an effect on you, but throwing yourself into my arms during work hours? That’s not like you!”

“Shut up, idiot!” she pushed him away, her face was slightly flushed. “I was just distracted!”

“Distracted? That’s not like you either!”

The gray-eyed girl glanced around to make sure no one was nearby. Then, she grabbed his arm and dragged him outside the police station.

“Amy, I know you love me, but we’re at work now! We can sneak off later if you want some alone time,” Armin teased with a playful grin.

“Keenan, shut up, okay?! And don't call me that!! Look... I need to tell you something... I overheard Agent Ward talking to Carello’s girlfriend.”

Armin’s smile faded and his expression turned serious.

“What?! What did they say? Are them together again?!”

“I don't know... I really didn’t listen what she said, but I heard Ward mention Carello… and someone named Lilian.”

“Lilian?!” Armin’s face paled.

“Yeah,” Amélia confirmed. “Apparently Marta suspects something’s going on between that woman and Nathaniel. This Lilian girl works at Goldreamz, and they’re planning some kind of fake event to get Marta close to her.”

Armin ran a hand through his hair, visibly worried.

“Shit… She must’ve overheard Nath talking about Lily!”

“But… is she really his mistress?” Amélia asked cautiously.

Armin laughed and shook his head.

“No, they’re just friends! But between us... Nath totally in into her.”

Amélia hesitated for a moment, then decided to speak up.

“Well, that would explain why Carello’s been in such a good mood lately. You should convince him to leave Marta and move on. Either alone or with this Lilian.”

“Yeah… You think I haven’t tried yet? But it’s not easy getting rid of my NOTP!”

“N...O… what?” she gave him a confused look.

“NOTP. It’s what we call a couple we absolutely can’t stand!"

“You’re so childish…” Amélia smirked rolling her eyes.

Armin laughed at her reaction.

“Someone’s got to be the fun one in our duo, right?” he said with a wink, then his expression softened. “But seriously… thanks for telling me. It’s nice talking to you like this without arguing for once.”

She couldn’t hide the slight smile forming at the corner of her lips.

“Don’t get used to it, Keenan. I only did it because Carello’s always been kind and respectful to me unlike some people I know… And I kinda dislike Agent Ward... I've been betrayed before by my ex best friend, I know how it hurts. By the way I need to go now...”

Armin gets surprised for what she says while watched her head back inside.

He sighed and pulled out his phone he needed to warn Nathaniel about Marta and Eric.

(..:)

At the mall, our protagonist had invited Lilian to help him choose his suit.

“So… Do I go with a black suit? Or maybe this light blue one? Which do you think is better, Lily?” Nathaniel turned to her, holding up one option in each hand.

She tilted her head, studying the choices with a look that was both thoughtful and adorable (at least adorable in Nathaniel’s eyes).

“Hmm… the black one looks classy, but… I don’t know.” She smiled “It kind of reminds what my boss would wear.”

Nathaniel froze, raised a brow, and looked down at the black suit.

“Ugh. Okay, definitely not the black one,” he said, immediately putting it back on the rack with a grimace “Last thing I want is to look like that arrogant narcissist!”

Lilian laughed, covering her mouth with her hand, while the blond looked at the light blue suit.

“Stop it! He does have a nice side, you know?” the green-eyed girl said between laughs. “He’s been giving me rides home ever since that creepy guy incident that I told you about.”

“A bit too nice, if you ask me…” Nathaniel muttered looking away.

“Uh... What did you say?” Lilian asked confused.

“Nothing… Just saying that kind of ‘niceness’ usually comes with a second intention” he said while rolling his eyes.

“Are you jealous?” she teased “You’re still my favorite friend, you know?”

“Jealous?” he let out a dry laugh “Of course not! People are free to like or dislike whoever they want! If you want to be besties with your boss? Fine! But I also have the right to hate him! I mean, as long as we don’t start any fights, we can totally hate whoever we want, right?”

Lilian couldn’t help but laugh at his odd take on things.

“That’s usually with fictional characters you know?” she said giggling “But alright! Just don’t start a fight with my boss, please! I really don’t want to get fired!”

“Oh don’t worry. My hatred is quiet,” he said with a sly smile “I’m basically an expert at pretending to tolerate people who get on my nerves. I had a lot of practice...”

She raised a brow, curious.

“Now I’m intrigued… Have you more people on that hate list of yours?”

“Plenty. But today’s not day for talk about my traumas.” he said with a smirk “We’re here to pick a suit, not make you cry!”

“Alright, alright… I won’t ask anything… for now!” she replied still with a curious look.

“So? Does this suit will look good on me?” he changed topic fast.

“Yeah… The color suits you better,” she replied with a smile. “Blue really works on you especially the light shade. It makes you look even more handsome.”

Nathaniel looked at her, slightly surprised by her spontaneous compliment. His heart skipped a beat, but he masked his nerves with a smirk.

“So I look ugly in other colors, is that it?” he teased.

“O-of course not!” she said quickly, waving her hands nervously. “You look good in anything! I just meant that blue really brings out your features.”

“So you think I always look handsome, dolcezza?” he added with a playful wink.

“Ugh! Shut up!” she rolled her eyes and looked away, her cheeks bright red as she crossed her arms.

Nathaniel chuckled at her flustered expression.

“Alright, alright. I’ll stop before you turn even redder and run away of the store.” he joked.

Lilian huffed, but couldn’t hold back a small smile.

“Just go try it on already!” she said, giving him a gentle push toward the fitting room.

“As you wish, dolcezza,” he replied with a grin before disappearing into the changing room.

While he was getting dressed, Lilian wandered around the store a little, watching the people passing by absentmindedly. At one point, she picked up her phone.

After some time she listened Nath's voice.

“Lily, get your eyes and heart ready!”

She laughed and rolled her eyes.

Just then, Nathaniel stepped out of the changing room, now wearing the light blue suit, crisp white shirt, and a matching tie. The fabric hugged his broad shoulders and muscular frame perfectly. His hair was slightly tousled from changing, which only made him look more attractive.

Lilian froze for a second her cheeks burn.

“Well? What do you think?” he asked, turning slowly to show off the details.

She blinked a few times, trying to get her brain to reboot.

“Y-you look great,” she said, stammering a little, unable to take her eyes off him.

Nathaniel crossed his arms, a smug little smile tugging at his lips.

“Do I… look handsome?”

“Oh my God! Can you stop asking that already you idiot?” covering her face with her hands

“But handsome, right?” he teased, adjusting his tie casually “You’re lucky to have me as your date, you know!”

“Yes, I know!” she said with a shy smile.

The blond blinked in surprise, a light blush rising to his cheeks. He hadn’t expected that answer.

“Or maybe… I’m the lucky one,” he smiled gently to her. He was about to touch her cheek and say something else when his phone rang from inside the changing room.

Nathaniel sighed and stepped back into the changing room to answer it.

“What is it, Armin? Already missing me?” he asked with a sarcastic voice.

“Nathaniel! Are you free to talk?" Armin’s tone was serious and that was never a good sign.

"Uh sure... What happend?"

"I’m cutting straight to the point Amélia overheard Eric talking to Marta on the phone. They already know about Lilian"

Nathaniel’s eyes widened in shock. His face paled as he glanced at Lilian, who was frowning now close to the changing room, clearly sensing something was off.

“Hold on, Armin…” he pulled the phone slightly away and turned to her “Lilian, can you wait for me at the café? That one close to this shop.”

“Of course… Did something happen?”

“No, just work stuff… Nothing to worry about.” he lied.

“Alright then… I’ll be at the café.” When she walked off Nathaniel close the curtain behind him.

“How the hell do they even know about her?!” he asked angry.

“Probably Marta heard you mention her at some point…”

“Shit… Shit! Things were finally starting to feel peaceful again!”

“They are suspecting that you have a case with Lilian. Marta’s gonna show up at Goldreamz pretending she wants to plan a party for the Cozy Bear, just to see Lily and got close her. They’re trying to figure out what’s really going on between you two.”

Nathaniel clenched his jaw.

“We have to stop this.”

“I know. We can’t leave Lilian alone with that snake. Not even for a second. And there’s only one solution…”

Nathaniel took a deep breath.

“Tell her everything I know… I’ll do it right after the wedding.”

“Exactly… But before you have to tell Marie she works there too you know?”

“Shit…” Nathaniel suddenly ran a hand through his hair, visibly nervous. “I completely forgot Marie and Castiel are going to the wedding too!”

“Yup… And since Marie works at Goldreamz, she might be key to keeping Lilian away from Marta.”

“She’s still friends with Marta, but I remember she was against the cheating,” Nathaniel said, rubbing his temples. “Even if we’re not close, it’s worth the risk. One way or another, I’m telling Lily everything after the wedding. I’ve got nothing to lose at this point.”

“Exactly. You need to talk to Marie before Marta steps foot in that company. She might be able to stop any contact between the two.”

Nathaniel let out a long sigh.

“I should’ve told Lily everything from the beginning.”

“Yeah, you should’ve. But you did what you thought was best at the time.”

Nathaniel closed his eyes for a moment.

“I’ll call Castiel tonight and ask for his help with this…” he said with a more calm tone.

“Good. And after that, breathe a little and enjoy the wedding. Lily’s your date, right?”

“Yeah.” a sad smile tugged at his lips. “I’m scared of losing her friendship.”

“Just tell her everything. She’ll understand.”

Nathaniel didn’t answer right away. He stared at his reflection in the mirror.

It was time for Lilian to see the side of him he had tried so hard to hide. The side tied to Marta.

He wasn’t going to let her and Eric win this war.

(...)

Dressed once again in his usual clothes, Nathaniel walked through the mall corridors toward the café where Lilian waited.

She was sitting by the window, stirring her coffe with a peaceful expression.

When she saw him approaching, she smiled. That smile made Nathaniel feel lighter and forget his problems like always.

“You didn't take anything to eat?” he asked, sitting across from her.

“I was waiting for you!” she replied.

Nathaniel smiled softly.

"By the way don't you want to buy your dress now?" the blond asked.

"I already have mine! Marie helped me. You finally will know her at the weending, this time without stalking!!"

Nathaniel laught with that coment remembering when he followed her 3 months ago.

"Oh really?" the man fake a surprised voice "Well, I have more interest in see you in your dress than meeting that girl"

He winked at her with a smirk that made the girl blushes.

“Nathaniel…?” Sudently a voice interruped them.

The blond froze.

His expression shifted instantly. Lilian confused looked at the person. Slowly, Nathaniel turned toward the voice too.

Next to him with a surprised and sad face was a old woman with straight blond hair and green eyes.

“It is really you...”

Nathaniel’s heart nearly stopped.

"... Mom...?"

[lilisouless]

Warned you about my narcissistic streak so

“Every time Alina has beef with Kaz in my fic until now”part 1

“She wouldn't know his age since he had the look of an ancient man but simultaneously he had the smile of a teenage idiot.”

Alina didn't believe in love at first sight, but upon seeing this boy she was convinced that hate at first sight certainly has to exist: two seconds with that arrogant smile and she already wanted to leave. Even if all he said was "good morning" that's how much he irritated her.

—You look like anything but a good Samaritan—

Alina threw a pillow on his head. It was probably better this way for him, that would fix his horrible hair.

(After finding him and Zoya are married)

“Maybe "husband" here had a different connotation because she couldn’t understand…

—Him and…you?—

(…) her skin was very white but she didn't look dead like the shameless hospital thief, rather she looked like a porcelain sculpture.

(All the previous were on the same chapter)

After taking a bath, she went out with the idea to look for her car. It couldn't be as wrecked as the man with the horrendous hair had said.

Alina heard a muffled nasal laugh, a voice so raspy that she didn't have to guess who it belonged to. Regardless, she still turned slightly to see the boy with horrible hair (maybe she should learn his name)

(…) it was a mistake introducing him after that thieving oaf cause she now associated the black color with that cad(…)

This made Alina remember the words of …what did Mal say his name was? Baz? Karl? Charles?

“Oh, that’s a disappointment, Miss Starkova," said an horrendous voice accompanied by the “click” of his cane

—Very bad business desition, miss—he spoke in mockery

—Well i would tell you “very bad face desition” to you, but I guess that's your parents' fault—

On Alina’s note: Karl Baz Klark Vanz Kaz (Mal wrote this )- ??? (Thought I suspect he might be Shrek)

(For the sake of brevity i omitted some of the times Alina called him the wrong name)

[maelstroumwaterfall]

Arbormagic Syndrome (The End Of The Magical World) Chapter 4 | Hogwarts Mystery Infection AU

(Warning: !the text contains violent scenes! Hope it's not forbidden here, I've read the community rules and it seemed like it's allowed in my case but I'm not sure 👉👈)

Chapter 4. The Kneazle Incident.

The fact that Merula didn't get any answers from Rakepick only made her more annoyed. After taking a deep breath, she went down the staircase to the Care for the Magical Creatures lesson.

She only now noticed that she forgot to put on her robe that was supposed to be a part of her uniform. She didn't have any time to go back to her dorm room so she just let out an annoyed sigh to contain herself from breaking something.

She reached the training grounds as soon as possible, yet, she was still late for the first time during her studying at Hogwarts.

-The lesson has already started, Miss Snyde. - Professor Kettleburn said but he didn't sound upset or strict. - Hurry up, today we learn about Kneazles. Very dangerous, but intelligent creatures. - he added with a slight smile before turning back to other students. Merula wasn't really surprised by his calm attitude, he wasn't a kind of teacher that would scold someone for being late.

She approached the group of students and stood near Ismelda. Murk turned to her and couldn't not to notice her 'amazing' outfit. She barely managed to hold her laugh as Merula turned to her with a scowled expression. Snyde let out an annoyed sigh as Prf. Kettleburn told them to write down his words as she forgot almost everything she could.

-Ugh.. I forgot my note.. -she mumbled through her teeth and glanced at Ismelda. It was one her special ways to ask someone for something and this one she considered 'too much of' polite. Ismelda knew her friend and just smirked, before handing her a sheet of paper. -And a pen.. - Merula added, trying to keep her unbothered expression even though she looked like she just fell from a tree.

-What happened to you? You look like you had a fight with Chimaera. - Ismelda asked with a some kind of teasing tone and handed her a pen.

-You don't know what happened in the common room? - Merula said in response, being genuinely surprised. She thought that the whole Hogwarts heard how she was yelling at Waterfall. - Well.. I.. - she didn't manage to finish her sentence as she caught Kettleburn's look on herself. It was enough for her to understand that he's not going to be this indulgent if she keeps talking. - I'll tell you later.

Ismelda nodded and noticed that everyone followed Kettleburn to take a look at the creature they're going to learn about. Merula made a quick sketch of the cat-like animal and took a look at the other students while she had some time.

She immediately spotted Maelström. He looked normally, not like this morning. Now he had his usual arrogant and narcissistic look, she now recognized this obsessed with his appearance and gold idiot. She knew that he only pretends that his true intention of searching for the Cursed Vaults was finding his missing brother.

She couldn't help but thought about a possibility of him being affected by Imperius. What else could be the reason of his sudden change of behaviour this morning?

She then glanced at Rowan that stayed near Maelström. He looked somehow upset and tensed. So he also noticed that something wasn't right? He was a very loyal friend, sometimes Merula even felt a little jealous as Waterfall was the only he trusted to. Rowan suddenly turned to her as he noticed that she was watching him and Merula quickly turned away.

The next one who caught her attention was Penny. Then she immediately spotted Nymphadora. Penny looked irritated and Merula was even surprised to see so much hatred in Haywood's look. Tonks also looked quite annoyed but more like offended and hurt.

- Kneazles are considered dangerous creatures. Their claws and fangs are able to tear the skin in a matter of seconds. You should be careful when communicating with them. They're very intelligent and will not tolerate disrespectful treatment towards them. - these words made Merula come back in reality as she went too far in her own thoughts. She glanced at the creature. The Kneazle proudly raised it's chin and wrapped it's legs with it's fluffy tail. It had a beautiful grey fur with some orange patterns. - Does anyone want to try to bond with one?

Barnaby stepped forward and nobody was surprised he was the first willing to communicate with the creature. - Don't worry, I'll be nearby. - professor added while Barnaby carefully approached the magical creature. He smiled at it kindly and carefully extended his hand to let the creature sniff it.

- Also, Kneazles have an uncanny ability to detect dangerous and untrustworthy people. Someone keeps them to guard their houses or even catch criminals. - Merula listened to the professor's words and became a little curious. She was more than sure that if Waterfall got close enough to this kitty, it would tear his face off. Well, at least he would become less ugly.

To this time, Barnaby was already petting the creature that willingly stepped closer and rested it's head on Lee's palm. - Well done, Mr. Lee. You gained the creature's trust. Now, is there someone who wants to feed the Kneazle? You also need to gain it's trust before trying to give it food. - this time, nobody else responded. Professor Kettleburn glanced at the students and decided to choice someone himself. - Well, maybe Maelström would like to show us how to feed Kneazle?

Maelström nodded lazily and stepped forward, he put the note away and took a bag with food before trying to approach the creature. Kettleburn carefully watched the Kneazle and seemed to tense a little when it pressed it's ears and started to slowly, menancingly wag it's tail. - Maelström, wait. - Kettleburn said, but Maelström didn't stop. He was staying right in a front of the magical beast, it bared it's fangs and released it's razor-sharp claws.

- Maelström, step back! - Kettleburn repeated and was already moving towards them. Merula watched the happening and she would probably laugh at the situation as it was exactly what she thought would happen if Maelström approached the creature, if not what happened next. She noticed that creature was rather scared than just agressive, it stepped a little back and pressed it's body down.

Maelström didn't move an inch, nobody could see his face but he was cleary staring at the scared animal. Before everyone could react the creature lunged at Waterfall and pierced his face with it's claws. Maelström immediately rushed back but it was too late. He yelled in agony of pain as the creature's sharp claws were tearing his face and skin.

Merula stared in shock at the happening, she could see how easily the Kneazle was ripping off Waterfall's skin while he could do nothing to push the animal away.

- Maelström!!.. - Rowan yelled in shock and in fear, he already rushed forward to help his friend. Merula couldn't force herself to move or turn away, she could also see Penny that stared at the happening with the tears in her eyes.

Rowan didn't manage to reach Maelström as Barnaby was the first one to rush and help. He was strong enough to grab the creature and pull it away. He gritted his teeth as the Kneazle leaved the deep scratches on his hands, but still held it to not let it harm Maelström further.

This time everyone could see what the Kneazle's claws can do. Merula could barely recognise Maelström's face as more than half of his face's skin was torn. His left eye was ripped off and there were places where his bones could be noticed through the layer of blood that covered his skin and uniform. The creature also leaved scratches on Maelström's neck and shoulders. He kept screaming as he couldn't bear the pain.

Many students rushed for help while professor Kettleburn was dealing with the Kneazle, he wasn't less nervous and worried than others. Merula kept staring at Maelström as she couldn't understand what else she noticed under the blood on his wounds. It was something thin and long, it looked like worms that could barely be noticed under the layer of blood, but she could clearly see something moving under his torn skin.

She looked away in disgust, she felt like she was about to vomit. She didn't even notice when Maelström was already transferred to the hospital wing with Barnaby that was also harshly injured. She just lost the track of time in all the panic and others' screams.

(Thx for reading 💝💝💝💝 Hope u enjoyed the story ;>)

[web-novel-polls]

Priest (Author) Character Tournament

[“Anti-propaganda” is not allowed. Please only give reasons to vote FOR a character, and please be courteous in the notes.]

Cheng Qian from Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

"Now, in Cheng Qian's eyes, there were only two kinds of people in this world: people who are no match for him now, and people who will be no match for him in the future."  - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect, Chapter 38

No propaganda submitted

Sassy child who cares about his found family/sect SO much

The “meanie” from the description - “A cultivation story about how a declining sect is restored by a narcissist, troublemaker, meanie, idiot, and wimpy kid.”

“No matter how many foes, they cannot bend my will.”  - Cheng Qian, ch.29 

"He believed that when he was alone, he could do anything all by himself. For a lone person, when he reaches the peak of his achievement, he's still alone; when he falls to the depths of the abyss, too, he's still alone. Even if his head were to fall from his shoulders, wouldn't that just be a scar on his body? What was there to fear?" - Ch. 36

Tong Ru / Lord Beiming from Liu Yao 

“Beiming? Who deserves the title of Beiming? That’s merely an arrogant title given by some short-sighted people.” - Lord Beiming, Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect, Chapter 16

[No propaganda submitted]

“It’s just death, nothing serious.” - Lord Beiming, ch.30 

***I, the poll runner, have not gotten to the Lord Beiming reveal, so I’m not 100% sure the quotes from where I’m at are correct/for the same person (since there’s another person trying to claim the title of Lord Beiming)

(Also, Tong Ru and Han Muchun are sharing a picture because it’s way too blurry with just one lol)

[hcgossips]

There are some details about this, people are ignoring or misunderstanding. To start with, this is not a simple matter, where people do what they want when they want and the explanation is a simple answer. People are connected and dependent on one another. And, sometimes, are ruled by the Industry. One thing is HC, his real private life and private choices. His personal life shouldn't be of our concern. - Let me finish.

The other, is his professional public life, in which - Now, realize the fact - he included not only characters he played in movies, but also an AVATAR with a fake private life, responding as his real Self, to interact with his fans. It wasn't necessary. He could have been himself and even given us nothing. But, he decided to do so, because it was an opportunity to promote his image and gain some extra, promoting brands, companies and women.

And fans were used to believing. Wasn't that what he wanted, to make believe? However, despite believing in the character he created, he wasn't able to stick to the role, slipped and ended up unpleased for being exposed as a hypocrite. He wasn't humble enough to recognize his flaws, to accept being criticized for his contradictions and to recognize his weakness exposed. It was clear in some of the public appearances, how full of disdain he was, having fun and laughing at his fans' faces, while staging the worst management achievement they arranged for him.

He was a complete and total idiot to act ignoring his fans' indignation, thinking that teasing and mocking his fans abusively with the latest promiscuous PR and a fake paternity (A lack of moral judgement) was the right response he should have addressed to them. Because, in his arrogance and narcissistic God complex, fans were full of jealousy, crying for a piece of him and he was incapable of realizing that he was being the dude who couldn't be humble enough to realize he had had:

- a shitty management;

- contradictory decisions and attitudes that diverged from the AVATAR he always presented;

- a lack of moral discernment;

- a team making huge mistakes and

- fans that were actually, surprised with his immoral management strategies in teasing and mocking them to exhaustion with a shitty circus, expecting it would all go away.

He completely ignored his flaws, wasn't humble enough to recognize his mistakes, agreed to motivate hate on the internet (What a surprise for someone who always claimed to be bullied) and considered jealousy, what actually, was a critic to his Character. Avoiding accountability; ignoring criticism over his Character from people who spend their time and money on him; responding with disdain and irony to those who devoted their love and admiration, making him the star he became, is definitely, not reasonable and honest ways to respond.

Narcissists can't stand realizing they make mistakes, they will always run and hide when charged for their acts, and transfer the responsibility to others, avoiding accountability. He was always dubious and now, it isn't different. He opened the door to rumours and all sorts of theories and put his career in risk, for fans have nothing to lose, but he, has everything. And the same way they gave, they can take.

[blackberriebrambles]

Headcanon time: is Alastor capable of empathy? Of forming true, genuine relationships with other people?

Canon doesn't say much, but I think it's pretty safe to assume that he had an adverse childhood. He is evidently very fond of his mother, but his father is never mentioned. Personally, I think that the father was likely neglectful; either absent, or a negative presence. Plus, he was a mixed-race child growing up in the south in the early 1900s. In addition, though he speaks fondly of the stock market crash of 1929, that was a time of mass struggles for everyone, though by then he would have been an adult.

Narcissism (speaking of actual, clinical narcissism and not the TIkTok version of it) often manifests as a result of adverse childhoods such as the one Alastor probably had (this is not to say that adverse childhoods = narcissism - it simply means that those experiences can be foundational in the development or lack thereof of these traits). Alastor is a raging narcissist. The DSM criteria are listed below:

Grandiose sense of self-importance (e.g., exaggerates achievement and talents, expects to be recognized as superior without commensurate achievements);

Fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love;

Belief in being “special” and unique and can only be understood by, or should be associated with, other special or high-status people (or institutions);

Requires excessive admiration;

Sense of entitlement, i.e., unreasonable expectations of especially favorable treatment or automatic compliance with his or her expectations;

Interpersonally exploitive, i.e., takes advantage of others to achieve his/her own ends;

Lacks empathy; is unwilling to recognize or identify with the feelings and needs of others;

Envious of others or believes that others are envious of him/her; Arrogant, haughty behaviors or attitudes.

So, uh. Yeah. There is that. However! Narcissists aren't necessarily incapable of forming relationships. Their ability to empathize with others is often low, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't exist. With work, they can and do form meaningful bonds with other people.

Does Alastor?

I think that he is capable of empathy, if only because of his fondness for his mother. He clearly admires and adores her, being the "Momma's boy" that he is. They were close. And though this is semi-canon as far as I'm aware, as a serial killer (and demon, to some extent) he targeted those whom he deemed uncouth and deserving. So, he does have some sort of a moral code, as skewed and twisted as it might be.

This, and his reaction to his battle with Adam. "Great Alastor, altruist, died for his friends" - this disturbs him. Immensely. He had a whole ass mental breakdown over the idea that he might die for other people. At this point, I don't think that he sees the others as his friends - at least not consciously. But I do think that he is bonding with them and becoming fond of them despite himself, and that - well, he doesn't like that. Not one bit.

So, long story short: is Alastor capable of forming true friendships? I think yes, with a huge "but" tacked onto it. It would take a lot of work, I think, and a lot of self-reflection and improvement on his part. Is that realistic? He probably wouldn't do it of his own volition, but perhaps the Hazbin Hotel and its inhabitants will manage to pry some vestige of goodness from his cold, bloody heart.

Personally, I would love to see them drag him kicking and screaming into their found family, but that's just me.

Get loved, idiot.

[katyspersonal]

Seluvis for character ask! >:D

(From this ( x ) ask meme)

First impression: Wow, this guy is a TOTAL creep! This specific snobby, arrogant aura also makes him even MORE British than his accent! xD Also his face data looks like that one guy who """accidentally""" touches women in weird places in the crowded bus :/ You know, THAT one guy. He has really good voice acting though, and his pretentious, arrogant manner of talking is cute.... oh no 😳

Impression now: I still think he has the sexiest voice acting in the entire game, I am slightly less obsessed with him by now but if given the reason, I can write essays simply analyzing his character and making suggestions about his personality, backstory and what-if scenarios with other characters! He is just so goddamn fun to rotate in my mind. (And yeahhh well, I really really really love wizard aesthetic. Sorry guys, Willem will always be more thicc than Gehrman could EVER.)

Favorite moment: As great as his descent into mania was, I simply love the transition from being cold, condescending and mean with us to getting warmer with us because he "hadn't had an apprentice for a while"... It becomes painfully obvious that he admires himself so much because no one else ever would, and I am just such a sucker for mean character showing that secret gentle side. Like.. He needs approval and attention just like every other human being, this is a sweet moment x)

Idea for a story: I actually didn't think of scenarios all that much. However, I did have a guilty daydreaming period about an OC that was his apprentice, but she was showing a lot more creativity, intellect and talent than he'd teach her, and it started to seriously wound his ego. So he'd like, start to belittle her ideas and discoveries, try to gaslight her into thinking her inventions were dumb and he knew better, and in the end just... send her to get him some stuff that doesn't exist (as means to never see her again). I don't know enough about the lore to tell whether she is out there still or no, and yes, awful pettiness, I know. It is less a story and more deep dive into his insecurity and narcissism by using an abstract other person for a display.

Unpopular opinion: As much as I like to joke about him being sexist, in the end, I don't REALLY think that. He makes male puppets too, you know. xD Basically, he will be a creep to ANYONE, regardless of gender. Bi/Pan representation we deserve ;-; xDDDD :')

Favorite relationship: Him and Sellen really deserve each other tbh. I do not mean it like in a ship way; Seluvis is uhhh...... well, a simp in such a way that he doesn't deserve a chance, to say the least, and Sellen seems to be completely disinterested in relationship period because studying cosmos just takes her ENTIRE focus. But I mean like, a mix of rivalry (he is with the Carians and she is with the primevial current) and actually helping each other with crimes x) They share more in common than meets the eye! And both have foolish plans going against Ranni of all people, like the overly-confident idiots that they are ;-;

Favorite headcanon: He feels exact proximity with the puppets as what he says! Starlight Shards that "control fate of humans" are used to make his potion, so naturally, drinking his potion binds the person's fate with him (or with someone else, depends on what he's doing). It is, well... incredibly intimate experience on its own, but he perceives it much deeper than just creating servants. He is desperate for human bonds, but his snarky narcissistic personality makes him not be liked by anyone with their free will unaffected. :(