#THIS PRECIOUS BASTARD IN PARTICULAR

[dez78]

Astarion, darling. That's Illegal

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Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairing: Astarion x You

Summary: You get a cuteness overload with our favorite vampire bf. ;)

(Not my gif)

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Astarion's face card was no doubt, the best you'd ever laid your eyes upon, but this particular day. He was just so fucking cute, and you couldn't contain yourself. It was the same reaction you'd have looking a small kitten or an adorable puppy.

You tried, so hard. You really did. You caught yourself staring multiple times already, four times in the last few seconds.

Astarion wasn't doing anything spectacular, he was literally just sitting at the entrance of his tent on his bed of pillows, reading a book. That's it.

It was the way his jaw flexed when he smiled at something he read, the way his hair curled around his ears, the soft way he tapped his foot, the way his eyes followed the pages of the book he was currently engrossed in. The way his face looked so innocent, so boyish in this particular moment.

His face was completely relaxed, he looked comfortable. You'd only been together for a week, but you instantly knew, no doubt about it that you would kill for this man. You would protect him at all costs.

He was your baby, your lover, yours to protect. You had an ache suddenly when you watched him, realizing that someone had hurt him. That bastard, hurt that precious being. You grimaced and shook those vile thoughts away.

Astarion looked up at you, he had felt your intense stare. He smiled that genuine smile, the only one he wore for you. Your breath hitched and your heart raced in your chest. He set his book aside.

"Come here." You called to him, he obeyed and stood, he walked over to you. Then he did the cutest thing you'd ever seen. He put his hands behind his back and swayed from side to side innocently.

"Yes, my treasure?" He said, his voice was affectionate and so pure, it made your heart burst. You wanted to sob right there. You grabbed his face, and he looked at you, his face was terribly confused.

"Astarion, darling. That's illegal!" You cried, you squished his face together, adding to his confusion.

"What?" He asked, the question was so innocent, and his voice was muffled. You cursed the gods; he was your undoing, and he didn't even know it.

You pulled him into a tight hug, he reciprocated, but he still didn't know what he had done.

"You're too fucking cute, stop it. It's going to kill me. It's maddening!" You hissed, though your voice had no bite to it. You pulled him away and grabbed his face again, peppering his face with a dozen kisses. He chuckled.

"Darling..." He said, his voice was especially affectionate now. You pulled away,

"You're too adorable for your own good, mister." You told him before attacking him with kisses once more, he laughed now as he held your waist. He didn't protest, free kisses were never a horrible thing, especially if they came from you.

[r0-boat]

You know who this is- Soft sex Levi and a reader who can't fucking process that "wow he loves me in his own weird ass way" and cries. Love you horny bastard <3

Aaaaa

Glad to convert another person fucking screaming!

Soft Sex Leviathan X Reader

Two idiots bad with feelings.

In a way the two of you are alike, especially when it comes to the fear of people around you who trust suddenly turning on you. Maybe that's why you feel such a kinship with the king of envy, who has that fear and anxiety. No matter the fighting. On the inside Leviathan truly deeply loves you.And on rare occasions he would show that love.

Which always catches you off guard when he raps his arms around you. His lips gently touching behind your ear Levi only recently got used to people touching him and even then he would only touch you. Your eyes widen as you turn to see his soft gaze peering into your eyes. Today in particular he yearned for you He didn't just want your seething hate You're quick-witted comebacks or even your hands around his neck.

You stayed there staring at him even as he gently guides to your own bed gently laying you down on the sheets. His pale face dusted pink and The unfamiliar rush of his heart he swallows his pride "I love you."He didn't know what else to say. Or maybe that was all he could say letting his heart take over. Your eyes widen, how long had it been for someone to utter those three words. From Leviathan no less. The squeeze in your heart from his words in the sincerity of his voice Your eyes begin to tear and flow down your cheeks. Leviathan surprised by your reaction is taken aback... You're crying?? Why are you crying? Poor thing thought he somehow hurt you. Seeing the fear on his face he smile trying to quiet down your sniffles. You break your hand up to caress Levi's face.

Leviathan first flinches under your touch but then melts. "No no it's not you... It's been so long-I'm not sad I'm happy!" You tried desperately to explain your sudden outburst. Levi calms once more his eyes softening his hand takes yours off his cheek his fingers intertwine with yours. "You cry out of happiness not sadness?" He says and you nod. He couldn't help but smile "humans are strange, You are strange."

He leans downward his lips peppering all over your cheek tasting your tears of happiness on his tongue. His other hand loosening the clothes on your body "If you cry tears of joy then I don't mind making you cry." You giggle what he said just now was really bad but so Leviathan.

Finished wiping every last bit of your tears He goes in for more this time His lips on yours. Leviathan feels more bullish today as he takes more initiative than he usually does his hands exploring all over your body places He has always yearned to touch gentle hands feeling up and down your sides fingers toying with your chest. All the while not letting go of your hand. "Beautiful and mine." He mutters His eyes gazing at you like you are some precious treasure that only he owned.

You wanted more of his lips, So you whimpered and begged. And Levi seem to know exactly what you were asking for as he chuckles and smirks "So needy..." He purred not even trying to hide the fact that he's secretly likes how needy you are for him.

He presses you down, climbing on top of you to straddle your body. He kisses you once more. This time, His lips devour yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth, determined to devour every part of you till there's nothing left for anyone else. He groaned in this pleasure when your hand finally slipped out of his to strip his clothes like he did to yours.

'Who's the needy one now?' You thought with a smirk. Levi pressed his entire body against yours, eager to feel every part of your skin touching his. His kisses get more and more hot and heavy, and he grinds his bottoms against yours. You could feel His hot need for you. You had your underwear still on, but he didn't care, slipping them to the side. He wanted nothing more than to be inside of you right now. He usually would flip you over his hand against the back of your neck, pressing you into the pillow to cut off your air. But with an increased need to hold you to see you writhing with your face scrunched in pleasure, He left you in your back, putting his legs over your shoulder before slipping inside. He folds you in half, his arm above your head, and his hand finds yours again; he feels at home as his fingers intertwine with yours.

Your eyes were shut as they filled with more tears. Whether out of pleasure or happiness again, he didn't care. Seeing you cry like this, He gets a rush of a need to protect you. His handshakes focused only on the rhythm of his hips. His thumb wipes your tears away. Before reaching under your neck, he comes to kiss your face and your lips, swallowing your whimpers, your moans, your voice if anyone else were to sure you like this he might get jealous.

[weemietime]

I've been percolating this for a while. One of the hardest things about being Jewish is how nowadays, even commonly accepted historical facts are now seen as debatable when it comes to Jews. Our very history itself is being actively rewritten in front of our eyes. Bad actors continually vandalize Jewish articles on Wikipedia to co-opt our intracommunal terms and bastardize them against us.

Just look at the difference from 2021 to 2024 in the Zionism article. You can see where they've left shit alone in other places that contradicts this, such as clearly defining Palestinians as Arabs and then clearly defining Arabs as native to Paran/Saudi Arabia. To this day people push the false narrative that Jews are settler colonialists in our own homeland, ignoring that the Ottomans, which most Palestinians are descended from (the Arab migration during the Ottoman Empire, not Turks), were living on stolen land.

They stole it. They (Arabs) built Al-Aqsa over our most precious religious site. And if you say this, people turn around and call you Islamophobic. It'd be like if Americans accused Native Americans of being European and decided that actually, they are the indigenous population, and if you have a problem with that you're Christophobic.

31% of the total Israeli population is Ashkenazi and out of that number there are a good deal more who escaped active pogroms and persecutions in places like Russia and Poland. The Kielce pogrom happened after WW2. The majority of Israeli Jews are Mizrahi at 61%. So the narrative as it is now looks like the following:

- Yemeni Jews are entirely expunged and ethnically cleansed from Yemen. The last remaining Jew is jailed.

- Yemen deports these Jews to Israel.

- The Houthis release a statement saying that Israel must be destroyed.

- Everyone accuses the Yemeni Jews of Israel of being genocidal colonizers in their own homeland which they were expunged from.

There is such an overwhelmingly massive campaign emerging from the Islamic Republic in particular as well as Hamas to rewrite history and erase Jewish indigeneity in Israel altogether even though again, Ashkenazim (who they claim are European, but again, are indigenous to the Levant) are a minority in Israel.

We all just ignore that Arabs cannot even pronounce the word Palestine, yet they want to claim that Palestinians have been Palestinians for thousands of years in Israel.

[yandere-paramour]

"I want him dead."

"You don't understand, Noelle," Ata's voice hardened, startling Noelle into a barely imperceptible flinch. She had heard Ata's anger many times but had never been on the receiving end of it. As pathetic as it was, she couldn't help but become a little child again, trying to look contrite enough to escape a slap because she had done something as unforgivable as to spill her milk or miss a question on her homework.

"I don't just want him ruined. I want him dead," Atalanta hissed, hands twitching like she was barely restraining them from hitting someone. Had she ever hit someone before? Perhaps in training or a playful punch on the arm between friends, but not real. Never real.

"I-I understand, Ms. Montclair. I will contact him immediately," Noelle hated herself for the momentary tremor in her voice. Pull yourself together. You're not a child.

Noelle left the office without another word, needing to escape Atalanta's oppressive atmosphere. Her eyes momentarily found the small bowl of chocolate truffles on her desk. This week was dark chocolate cappuccino, a particular favorite of hers. She ached to pop one in her mouth, to feel the cloying sweetness and bitter coffee envelop her tongue, but that was for later. She had work to do now.

Noelle pulled out the unmarked cell phone from the locked box under the hidden compartment of her desk. There was only one contact, and unless there was an emergency, he would pick up within the first three rings. Atalanta was a particularly important client; whatever inane business he did whenever Atalanta and Noelle weren't in the room was irrelevant. Atalanta had more than enough money to draw his attention.

"You've reached Zachariah," The smooth, slow voice answered in its mildly amused tone, "How may I help you today?"

Noelle ignored the joking air, "Civilian, living on Maple Street. We need the camera and laptop and we need to make it look like an accident. 5k."

To his credit, Zachariah cut the bullshit, "Send me the information. I can have it done by the end of the week. Do you want them to suffer?"

"Terribly."

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Atalanta put her head on her desk, hands on her knees, and tried in vain to calm down. Poor Darling was distraught; multiple security reports over the last hour have reported her having shut herself up in their room, crying audibly behind the locked door. Noelle had graciously allowed her own precious girlfriend to leave the sanctity of her apartment and go to the penthouse, but it wasn't enough. Atalanta needed to be there.

She grit her teeth, furious. Atalanta had been an important subject of the local paparazzi since her birth but this was different. This was Darling. Atalanta had promised that life with her would be comfortable and luxurious, and now your personal information is leaked. And not just your personal information, your body.

Your lovely body. Only Ata was supposed to behold you, and only in the comfort of your marital bed, but that bastard snuck into your changing room and caught you topless, and then had the gall to send threats, promising to release the photos to the world if not for 100k in unmarked bills. Atalanta ground her perfect teeth.

You were hers.

Hers.

Simply sending a goon to smash his camera and laptop wasn't enough. Plucking out his eyes wasn't enough. Even cutting off his filthy dick wasn't enough.

For the crime of making you cry, he needed to die.

Atalanta tried to calm down and breathe. Zachariah could handle it. He would handle it. She had no doubt about that; the man was a professional. The problem was that Atalanta wanted to... assist. Usually, she preferred to keep her hands clean, to distance herself from whatever boundaries of calamity Zachariah allowed from his men, but your purity was compromised here, your personhood.

Atalanta had seen the white, viscous liquid splattered on the photos of the demand letter. Disgusting.

But Ata knows she doesn't have the stomach for torture, and the death needed to look like something common like a car accident or heart attack. As much as she wanted to carve the Montclair name into his revolting flesh, there were things that mattered more than direct revenge.

You mattered more than that.

Atalanta swept her few things into her bag and called you. You picked up on the second ring, her perfect Darling girl. Your melodious voice might not have been sobbing, but she could sense the hitch in your voice, could hear the way you sniffled pitifully.

"It's all taken care of, my love. It's okay," Atalanta put back on her suit jacket and fixed her hair, "I'm coming home right now. I'll run you a bath and we can order in from that Thai place you like. It's okay."

You must have garbled something about feeling scared.

"I know, sweetheart, I know," Ata cooed, "I'm leaving right now. Hold on for ten more minutes. I'll take care of you. Let me take care of you."

Atalanta marched out of her office, calling orders. As soon as Noelle finished her task and called the car around, she could leave. Any important business that couldn't wait until morning could be emailed.

Bodyguards naturally fell into their flanks as Ata hurried from the building. The driver greeted her but she paid him no mind, and he got the picture. As the car began to move, Atalanta bit her lip, willing time to pass faster. An idea brewing, she texted Noelle to stop by the bakery on 5th before it closes. Three caramelized apple tarts with cinnamon vanilla drizzles, and drop them at the penthouse on the way home.

Don't worry, Darling. Ata's coming. She'll fix it. Don't worry.

[arminsumi]

Saw this and thought... Mafia AU Gojo & Geto 👀

Share a piece of your juicy brain thoughts please, I'm collecting all the scraps 😗

PRETTY THING LIKE YOU.

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟 ⋅ 𝐆. 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 — 夏油傑

NOTE: OH TO BE IN THAT CAR 🛐 anyways, these are just... messy ideas pls forgive me!! 🥲 idk how to write for mafia stuff but i adore the idea sm i wanted to say a lil smth about it

WARNINGS — fem reader, you're Toji's daughter, err mafia stuff warning idk?? implied kidnapping, implied light use of violence, Geto calling u nicknames (sweetheart, baby, etc), i made Gojo a meanie for some reason oops, some vague semblance of a plotline lol

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ ��𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

Your dad is Toji Fushiguro, he sits on a big throne in this business. Everyone knows him, everyone's scared of him — why wouldn't they be? Except for these two particular men... who consider themselves the strongest 🙄 Big, big severely inflated egos they've got.

Toji hired Nanami to be the loyal bodyguard for his precious daughter. Why? Well, to put it simply — these two men are looking to take revenge on him with you as their playing card.

Geto and Gojo are on the hunt one night for you, and you fall right into their palms. Usually the black car with tinted windows has Nanami behind the wheel, ready to drive you home after a night out. But one night it's those two.

The drive is silent and uneasy. Gojo is flicking his gaze up at the rearview mirror to check you out with those piercing blue eyes of his. Geto is talking to you in a sickeningly saccharine sultry voice, nicknaming you sweetheart, princess, love, baby, etc... and trying his best to keep you calm with simple small-talk.

Gojo? He's more intimidating than his friend behind the wheel. He will not stop eyeing you out, even when you three end up in some fancy penthouse. You blink up at him innocently, it almost makes his heart lurch — he's wondering how such a pretty face came from such a bastard.

Whatever Toji did to them in the past, they were still seething over. Seems their idea of a revenge plot involved you. But you had no idea what to expect. They didn't have intent to hurt you — well, subtract Gojo pulling and pushing you around like a ragdoll when you weren't compliant enough. But Geto always scolded him.

In fact, Geto calmed the both of you so nicely. He put on water to boil and languidly stirred tea in the kitchen. It was surreal and bizarre in some way.

"Sweetheart, we're gonna be transparent with you. We're just keeping you here for a little while to get your dad's attention. You're gonna be treated like a princess, so don't you worry — " he lifted you by the chin so you had to look up at him, "A pretty thing like you isn't in trouble with us."

Gojo scoffed. He had his arms folded. Legs crossed. Spine slacked against the couch.

"Don't mind him, princess. He's just grumpy — your old man wasn't very kind to him in his youth." Geto explained super vaguely.

Gojo chuckled, "Yeah, you're damn right he wasn't kind to me. Sonofabitch wasted me."

"Well she had nothing to do with that, Satoru, so treat her good."

He grumbled in reluctant agreement. But the second Geto was out of sight, when Gojo led you to your bedroom, he entrapped you between two arms and practically pinned you to the wall.

"Listen — princess — " he mockingly impersonated Geto, "You keep those lips shut or I will shut them for you." he threatened, breathe fanning your face.

Well, it was hard to keep your lips shut. A week later, you woke up and went into the kitchen to find Gojo with a bloodstain in his white hair, Geto with a crimson splatter across his cheek, and a gun resting on the table that towered with green stacks of money. You didn't dare ask what was going on. You just looked at them until they said something from themselves.

"Don't worry." Geto's serene smile caught your worried gaze, "Just business, angel."

"What exactly-" you began, but Gojo gave you a sharp look and Geto immediately cut you off.

" — ah-ah, baby. We've already talked about this." he cooed. His smile had the vaguest sinister twist to it, "Keep that pretty mouth shut. No asking questions."

© 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄.

[mcytshipsandmore]

queerplatonic tangtho...... is so precious to me......

Etho having a very particular type of touch aversion where he can't do "half touches" (like when hands brush against his skin or someone is just barely touching their thigh to his) and is jumpy so people just assume he doesn't like touch overall (he does, he just needs it to be deliberate and full)

vs Tango, a blaze (very social species imo) visiting etho for redstone help when he's way too sleep deprived and getting distracted and falling asleep on top of etho. and then tango realizing "oh etho IS okay with touch" when he wakes up and proceeding to be the clingiest bastard alive

them both hyping each other up on redstone projects and being SO excited to play games together and stuff......

just. tangtho cuddles especially. OUGH. they make me insane

also romantic smalletho but i will explain THAT in another ask at some point because that's a WHOLE other tangent

This is so real of you ‼️

[palesweetscherryblossom]

Surprise adoption

Warning: Mentions of violence, non consensual hypnosis and kidnapping.

Even as a young kid, the forest always creeped you out. With all the urban legends about monsters roaming around, hunters disappearing or ending up gravely injured, it certainly didn’t help your bias against it.

So imagine your horror that your older brother, Izuku wanted to take you on a little expedition in the damn place. You and Izuku were orphaned, but were generously taken in my Toshinori, head hunter and beloved icon of your town.

Whereas you preferred to stray clear from all the gritty things hunting entailed, Izuku was fully invested in it.

“I wanna go home, please Izuku?” You asked, hands tightly clutching your clothes.

The moon hung overhead, sounds of chirping from birds, water flowing through streams and crunching of leaves highlighted your surroundings.

Izuku looked at you, his hand reassuringly patting your H/C locks.

“Don’t worry Y/N! Just one more thing and then we can go back.” He said, handing you the lantern.

You frowned as the two of you walked on. One thing Izuku noticed was how pungent the air was over here, it reeked of venom and rot. He cracked out his notebook from his satchel, quickly writing it down. “How weird.” He muttered, you huffed.

“Izuku, it smells over here.” You whined, visibly cringing at seeing a rabbit’s skull.

“D-do you think we might be in naga territory?” You asked, Izuku’s breath hitched at the possibility. Ah, naga. Fearsome creatures with deplorable reputations to boot. Half man, half serpent.

Toshinori once recounted his encounter with a naga once, who was bold enough to attack him head on. Long fangs, red eyes that rivaled rubies, shaggy blue hair.

Many legends circulated about this particular naga, especially about his thirst for destruction and murder. Izuku looked down at you, a friendly smile on his face.

“Probably not, it’s probably just some poisonous frogs or something. But even if it was, I would never let them hurt you.” He assured, you felt a little better.

“We’ll sock them in their faces and skin them for boots!” You announced, Izuku nervously smiled.

“Probably not sis.”

Another notable thing about naga is how some tended to hunt at night, at least Tomura Shigaraki did. The most feared creature in the jungle, by man and beast alike.

It didn’t help that he was accompanied by his equally violent and dangerous mate, Dabi. A alluring, handsome creature but equally deadly.

Blue and black scales slithered across the floor, as the two searched for a late night snack. “Seriously Tomura, I don’t know why you insist on doing this at night. It’s too damn late for this.” Dabi complained, Tomura regarded his mate with a mere look.

“The big and juicy rabbits tend to come out at this time of night. Besides, those stupid, fucking hunters drive away our larger game.” He said, sniffing the air.

Dabi shrugged, his mate did have a point. Possums, sloths and the occasional taste of human flesh wasn’t cutting it. “I thought that those dumbasses would take the hint from the last time.”

Shigaraki gave a raspy chuckle. He really outdid himself that time, they still had the chunk from the hunters leg in the den! “You’re quite the sadistic bastard.” Dabi said in a loving way.

“Which is why you mated with me~” Shigaraki taunted, nuzzling Dabi’s face before narrowing his eyes and sniffed the air again.

“What? What do smell?” Dabi asked before sniffing the air himself. Humans, filthy humans. Shigaraki loathed them, Dabi loathed them.

The two followed the scent, eventually finding themselves in a tree, spying on you and Izuku.

“Oh, it’s Toshinori’s brat.” Shigaraki hissed, his rattle shaking slightly. His hate died down a little once he saw you, clutching onto Izuku’s hand as he gave you some facts.

Oh, how you looked utterly adorable to him. Shigaraki and Dabi had been wanting some hatchings of their own, as nagas tended to feel that way. “She’s precious.” Dabi muttered, a paternal spark igniting in him.

Shigaraki nodded, turning towards his mate. “I’ll go greet our guests.” He said, slowly slinking into view.

“Well now, it’s a hunter in training!” You froze at hearing the raspy voice, Izuku flinched as well. He turned around and was met with the sight of the naga. “GAH!” Izuku yelped, nearly dropping his lantern as you gave a yelp.

“Now now, there’s no need to be scared.” Shigaraki said, Izuku frowned whilst you hid behind your brother. “I’m a friend, always eager to assist with a weary traveler.” He assured, his red eyes looking at you.

You whimpered and hid behind Izuku. “Aw, what’s a little cherub like you doing out so late?” Tomura cooed, Izuku cleared his throat. “Back off, we don’t need your assistance. Besides, we all know what you really want.”

Shigaraki’s eyes narrowed, Toshinori sure knew how to raise a stubborn brat. “Oh? Would you mind telling me then?” Shigaraki taunted, inching closer to Izuku.

Their noses barely touching. Izuku could smell the venom from Shigaraki’s breath, he remained firm. “Tsk, tsk, so stubborn.” Shigaraki said, his tail prodding at you softly.

You yelped as Izuku stood protectively in front of you. “L-leave us alone!” He snapped, Shigaraki didn’t flinch, only giving an amused look.

“You must be so tired, let me fix that.” The naga purred, inching closer from his branch perch. Izuku instinctively stepped back as you hid behind your brother. “No need for the fear fawns, you’ll fear as right as rain once we’re through..” Shigaraki assured, his voice raspy yet sweet. Like candy covered poison.

Shigaraki had a variety of powers but his most useful one was hypnosis. Often used to ensnare his victims into a state of calmness. It was his method to use if he was feeling lazy. Izuku stepped forward, a dagger in hand. Oh, how naive was this poor boy? No worries, Shigaraki and Dabi could make it right.

Izuku attempted to speak but nothing came out, his body felt heavy, all thoughts of resentment, escape and fear slowly melted away. It was like he was trapped inside his own body. His mouth felt unusually dry, like it was stuffed with cotton. Yet, he felt nice? Oddly relaxed even. His joints went relaxed and posture was lazy, his legs felt like jello.

“Izuku?!” You cried, tugging on your brother’s clothes. “Zuku!” You helplessly whined. Shigaraki frowned before inching closer, Izuku couldn’t hear you. He stumbled around like a newly born deer before ultimately dropping his weapon and almost collapsed to the floor himself. If it wasn’t for a black tail with horrifying purple scars, which caught him with ease, it wrapped around your brother’s torso. Much to your horror, you attempted to run but Shigaraki tripped you and swiftly coiled his tail around your ankle. The flaky and rough scales dug into your skin, causing you to whimper and wince at the pain.

“Don’t worry fawn, he’s alright and soon, you’ll be too.” Shigaraki said, quickly ensnaring you in his power as well. You weakly fought back as your defiant words withered away into weak whines and squirms. Your body eventually succumbed to Shigaraki’s control, your vision hazy and eyes droopy. “Zuku..” You muttered softly. You wanted to go home, the smell of the venom and dirt made you sick.

You craved the crisp vanilla and poppy smell of Toshinori’s manor. To be tucked into your bed, surrounded by the comforts of knowing that the monsters couldn’t get you.

“Aw, my sweet hatchling.” Shigaraki crooned, picking you up and cradling you. He nuzzled you, obviously excited to bring you to his nest. Dabi joined Shigaraki’s side, a lazy smirk on his face.

“She’s quite precious.” He mused, kissing Shigaraki’s cheek. “But, what about her brother?” The two looked at Izuku, who was still in Dabi’s grip. The black haired male frowned. Izuku kinda reminded him of someone he desperately wanted to forget. Shigaraki handed you over to Dabi before taking Izuku in his own grip. He regarded his mate with a devious smile, his fangs on display and crimson eyes filled with satisfaction and plotting.

“Well, you know what they say, two is always better than one.”

You and Izuku should’ve stayed home

@thecuriousquest

@messedupcookiejar

@yanderefangirl

[sfhvn-alltheas]

An open letter to Netflix and for everyone who feels the same

I would like to apologize in advance for any linguistic errors, English is not my native language, but I will do my best to express my concerns appropriately.

I am reaching out to you to express my deep disappointment at your cancellation of Dead Boy Detectives. The news of your decision hit me hard and I would like to ask you to reconsider. I understand that Netflix is ​​a company that is about money, about numbers, about streams, about performance. It is a business and the decisions are based not on emotions but on lucrative fundamentals.

We all know that.

But this cannot work in the long term, not without an outcry from your viewers. Because what you do is selling dreams. You might not see us, but we are here, we are being absorbed into the alternative realities you have created. We live these dreams you sold us. 

You know this, you know that you mostly produce more than just mindless entertainment that is subsequently forgotten, and that is exactly why I feel so let down by you. You are aware that our hearts and souls are attached to these characters, that’s what you want and it totally makes sense. Because whoever is emotional involved stays long term. A show can be so many different things for different people: a place of well-being, comfort, escapism, distraction, mental support, self-discovery. Queer and inclusive programs in particular help people and make them feel seen, understood and accepted. A show can be the only light in a darkness that so many people find themselves in today. A show with their characters can save lives.

How then do only numbers decide whether something continues or not? 

You, as the producer of dreams, have a responsibility to us. Money and numbers should be secondary in your industry. Feel free to call me naive, I am, I like to be, I have to be in this world, but I believe in humanity, in the values ​​that you claim to represent. Not every show can bring in billions. Not all of them can be Wednesday, Squid Game or Bridgerton. Not within fourteen days, not without support. With your impatience, you are depriving great shows of the chance to grow and, over time, attract the viewership that meets your expectations. What I'm trying to express here isn't only about Dead Boy Detectives. It's a fundamental problem.

I am not okay with this

Julie and the Phantoms

The OA

The Society

1899

Six of Crows

Shadow and Bone

Archive 81

Lockwood & Co.

Glamorous

Half Bad: The Bastard Son & The Devil Himself

First Kill

Inside Job

Midnight Club

Warrior Nun

- just to name a few. All this shows have met the same fate, they all were cancelled too soon and never got the chance to grow, to become a next Stranger Things, the next slowburn success.

This has to stop! Imagine having cancelled Stranger Things after one season back in the days. What you would have missed! Instead, you give up on shows too easily without hesitation and disappoint the very people who could have been your allies in the effort to bring the next success.

I honestly don't understand that. And it's not fair either. Not to us, not to the creators and actors who gave their everything. You should trust them to be capable of creating something epic if only they had a little more time. 

I'll tell you how it is: The news that Dead Boy Detectives had been cancelled is devastating. My life pretty much sucks for a few years now and there is little to nothing that still brings me joy. A second season has been the only thing I've been looking forward to these past few months, the anticipation has been the reason I'm still here. You took that away from me. From all of us that are like me. Now I’m sitting here and write this letter, hoping to save the show that has given me so much confidence and joy and meaning, visibility and understanding that it's okay to be who I am. It's not fair that I have to fight to keep this precious show instead of enjoying it while I deal with the wreckage of my life. 

If you don't understand that what you're doing is impacting so many people, then maybe you shouldn't be selling dreams. Better sell electronics.

I won't stop fighting for what means so much to me. It's not too late yet, you can at least right the wrong you did with Dead Boy Detectives. Please do it, give Dead Boy Detectives another chance. We, the viewers, deserve it, the creators and actors deserve it, and most of all the show itself deserves it because it is the greatest thing I have seen in many years.

Thank you for your time and for considering my request.

[gobvo]

A Little Brain-rotting Theory on The King of Puppet's design...

A couple of nights ago I had a realization, something about the KOP's second phase body always looked off to me and I couldn't identify what. It's not his entire body but his pelvic area in particular. For a while i didn't give it too much thought, kept on drawing him mostly as human anyways so I wasn't observing his model as well as i should have.

Then one evening as I was scouring the web for refs for a piece unrelated to Lop it finally clicked. Now bear with me! This is going to get weird but trust me it'll perhaps make sense to you too. To be clear I am not saying that my mad theory is canon subtext nor is intentional or has any legitimacy. This could very much be a case of the devs taking aesthetic inspiration and nothing more. What I'm trying to get at is that there's probably no meaning/symbolism behind it at all.

Okay so, why does the KOP's crotch area interests me so much? That part of his body always remind me of something I'd seen but couldn't remember what. Now I do...

Romeo’s whole pelvis area bears quite the resemblance with Chastity belts.

I know, I know, I know! Absolute brain rot but hear me out! I already brought this up on Discord and had a wonderful back and forth with two lovely people who get the logic behind this theory. They both brought up some very interesting ideas and facts that had slipped my mind and made this headcannon even juicier. So let’s just entertain the idea that this design choice is intentional for a few seconds. Just a few seconds….

For starters we need to focus on who designed this, that bitter bastard Geppetto. We all know Geppetto planned most if not the entire chaos that happened in Krat. The confrontation between P and Romeo as well, note that out of all the bosses outside of the Nameless Puppet and arguably Murphy(but he’s there before we go into the boss battle so..). Geppepe only shows up personally to greet P after baby boi kills Romeo. It’s the only time he does so. Almost like he was both scared that something would go wrong and also in trepidation of what was to come. There’s a palpable glee in his voice post KoP fight.

In the dialogue Geppetto even acknowledges he shouldn’t be there, it’s risky.

First of all, what was his lard ass going to do to help P win this fight?! Bind P with his shiny puppet strings and force him to finish what he'd started? A question for another day...

The point being that this fight could potentially make or break all the hard work Gep put into his scheme. So he HAD to be there, to keep an eye on everything. On his “precious” son lest he step out of line and join the KOP or worse…

I'm also bringing this dialogue up because Gep said a line one of the people i was discussing with reminded me of and that i always found absolutely bizarre.

WTF is that supposed to mean?!! What do you mean Geppetto?! Why are we talking about Romeo's inability to reproduce?!!

The answer is simple. It's cause Geppepe is taking pleasure in all of this. In my mind this implies Gep probably hated Romeo. For a couple of reasons that are in the realm of hc but make sense if you think about it.

Romeo was up until Carlo's death, the closest male figure he constantly had around him. Living together in a boarding school would only help to strengthen their bond. Carlo would certainly seek him out first for comfort or advice before ever considering going talk to his old man.

Gep is a controlling father and possibly very possessive. With his neglect only widening the distance between him and Carlo. I could totally imagine a preteen/teenage Carlo ditching his dad to go hang out, write letters or talk on the phone for hours with his friend instead of spending "quality" time staring at the whites of Geppepe's eyes (or his back) during holidays. This defiant nonchalance could only anger Geppepe further.

Geppetto doesn't strike me as the type of person who's capable of introspection. He'd notice "terrifying" changes in his son's attitude and instead of questioning his life choices, he'd probably blame that street kid Carlo can't keep out of his mouth nor out of earshot.

We all know the reputation boarding schools had back in the 1800s, specially same sex boarding schools. So I'm going to point you to this banger of a post https://www.tumblr.com/ideas-on-paper/754559262628462592/on-carlo-and-romeos-relationship-homosexuality?source=share by @ideas-on-paper. They go a lot more in dept than i ever could. The summary is young boys and girls in same sex boarding schools got their freak on.

We see Gep's neglect truly peak in Carlo's early childhood, we don't know what went on in his late teens nor his early adulthood. This of course requires you to share a common hc that both Carlo and Romeo died around the ages of 16-19 at most. Perhaps during those later years Gep began to pay close attention to Carlo and his entourage. Worse yet. maybe he even began to intrude in his son's intimacy.

Putting those ideas together paints a very vivid picture of this trio's potential dynamics. Gep ignores Carlo, Carlo begins to resent Gep, Romeo and Carlo grow closer as they live and age together then Carlo ignores in turn his dad in favor of enjoying the company of the only male figure in his life that truly loved him and showcased it. Thus, hatred for Romeo takes root deep within that old bastard.

What does that have anything to do with Romeo's crotch being built to resemble a chastity belt you might ask. Well imma have to give you some historical context through screenshots of the most relevant bits of the articles on this obscure subject. I'll post their links at the end of the post(It's surprisingly hard to find more info on this subject and I'm not an essayist okay!!), in case anyone wants to read them.

For starters most articles corroborate the same story. The chastity belt legend meant to keep women from cheating on their husbands is a myth. An urban legend that gained fame during the 18th and 19th centuries. Before this period, they were mostly referred in satirical texts and works such as…

Most historians agree that the chastity belt myth became widespread due to 18th/19th centuries forgeries and the general modern populace (This includes Victorians, Belle Epoque era folks and us) unwillingness to believe our ancestors had a sense of humor. Apparently Victorians were fascinated with this type of nonsense and believing them to be true, gave them a weird sense of “superiority”.

So we now know that those belts were probably machinations from Victorian con men or tricksters. This brings us back to Krat and its Victorian/Belle Epoque ways.

Bet your ass, Krat had fuckery just like these irl examples. Crowds of rich folks ready to pay hefty prices to ogle at shocking spectacles and the likes. But we're going off the rails here...

Coming back to our main triangle here, I think the design of Romeo's pelvic region is no coincidence. Me thinks Geppetto is taking the piss out of Romeo. On top of turning his childhood best friend reincarnation/successor/physical clone or whatever you wanna call P, against Romeo. Gep had to add insult to injury, he felt a need to rub salt on an open wound.

Why? My first hypothesis is that Gep believed Romeo and Carlo were an item. And whether his disapproval for this relationship was motivated by homophobia or sick possessiveness is something i'm gonna let you mull over. Is there any evidence to support his suspicions? Once again I'll let you decide. Both versions of the story are equally as juicy to me. Gep growing jealous because he starts to notice healing hickeys on his son's throat despite a lack of girlfriend, is chef's kiss.

DISCLAIMER: THIS ISN'T A GEPPETTO/CARLO POST. My idea for his emotional turmoil resembles more that of a parent seeing their child not as a person and more as a possession. Think boymoms or girldaddies who hover over their child helicopter fashion but in a very toxic way. This isn't about incest but you can view it that way if that floats your boat.

In contrast, Geppepe's suspicions could be pure paranoia. Doubt he wouldn't have heard of the rumors about boarding schools, if he hasn't been to one himself as a young boy. Couple that with the strong bond Carlo and Romeo share and you get a lunatic psycho like Geppetto foaming at the mouth. There probably wasn't anything going on but just the thought that there might be, could push that man to do unspeakable things like trying to end a whole man’s ability to ejaculate/reproduce and emasculating him in the process.

Let’s assume for a minute that hypothesis number 1 is true. Carlo and Romeo are an item behind closed doors but being horny teens, they conceal it very badly. One could argue that Gep figured out or discovered through whatever means that Carlo and Romeo took each others’ virginity and boom! We have one possible motive for this suspicious design.

It’d be his way of saying “oh yeah?! You think you can sully my son like that you filthy gutter rat?!! Well think again! I’m ending your ability to nut and I’ll make it obvious to the whole world! No descendants for you asshole!” Hence the weird little line about no heir. Not that Carlo could get pregnant anyway but Yknow it���s said like a sadistic little reminder “oh I cut your dick off.”

Unless Carlo was trans…but that’s another story for another day.

Hypothesis number 2

Doesn’t change much from the first besides the fact that there is no romantic relationship. Romeo and Carlo are simply two lads who share a very close bond and love each other platonically. They’re there for each other when need be since both lack stable parental figures for differing reasons but manage to find common ground and comfort in this friendship.

Their closeness still bothers Gep, who blames Carlo’s “mischievous” attitude entirely on Romeo instead of reflecting on his own faults. This spurs Geppetto when presented with the opportunity to turn Meo into a puppet to “rectify”, take revenge or whatever awful sentiment might motivate him. In my opinion, even if they brushed the subject and Romeo denied it, Geppepe would refuse to believe him.

Either way Romeo’s gonna suffer.

Hypothesis number 3

Romeo was a compulsive masturbator and Geppetto thought it wise to put a stop to it. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Frankly idk where I’m going with this…

I think I’ve said everything I wanted to say. Big thanks to the two folks on discord who helped me flesh this whole hc out.

That was long as hell and it’s almost 5am for me, so I’m gonna call it a night and thank u for reading this nonsense. I’ll probably edit this at a later date and add a few things i probably forgot.

[thirteenthdoor]

What's For Dinner Inside The Doors?

Take advantage of the free lunch program at Ying Cai High School!

The Sako/Left-Footed door feeds the players in a period-appropriate school cafeteria, complete with motivational slogans on the walls. Unlike in a lot of the other doors, which have more synchronous dining situations, the other players never show up for meals here. It's only ever our Black Rock/White Deer quartet!

The first meal starts out with a glimpse of the cafeteria, where we get to see the food that goes on the rectangular trays that most of the students are eating off of. It's hard to say exactly what's in those big serving bowls, but based on some later shots of the trays themselves, it seems like cabbage, mushrooms, leafy greens, and then a big wooden tub of rice.

That's not what our foursome is eating, though. They have somehow acquired bowls of noodles in what looks like a spicy sauce, judging by the red-orange color of the broth. In some shots, Ruan Nanzhu's bowl looks slightly paler than the others', which I choose to believe is a nod to his lack of spice tolerance.

Ling Jiushi is a model of grace and beauty.

At one point, Li Dongyuan gets bullied into getting some extra toppings. He comes back from the main cafeterial window with a bowl of meat slices and a bowl of greens.

Ruan Nanzhu immediately uses them to be a total brat.

The second meal is much the same as the first, where the foursome is eating from bowls while all the surrounding students eat from trays. At least, until both party brats decide that the best way to impress boys is through competition eating.

How many chicken wings can you eat, bitch?

They really do look tasty, though.

Side note: It is very sweet that Ruan Nanzhu does this. The conversation that precipitates this has to do with Li Dongyuan's encouraging Zhuang Rujiao to eat, since she didn't have much for breakfast. Zhuang Rujiao refuses, saying she doesn't have much of an appetite. That's when Ruan Nanzhu starts whining at Li Dongyuan about getting him some drumsticks, starting the competition between the two -- and getting Zhuang Rujiao to eat something.

The Spirealm has a pretty limited POV, which means precious few things happen outside Ling Jiushi's presence. This is especially true inside the doors, and especially especially true about Ruan Nanzhu inside the doors. (It does contribute to the impression that Ruan Nanzhu kinda doesn't exist unless Ling Jiushi is there to see him, which I love.) So I like to imagine that Ruan Nanzhu and Zhuang Rujiao had some good offscreen moments together, just the two of them, commiserating about what oblivious pigs their men are.

The third and final meal isn't even a full meal -- it's just Zhuang Rujiao and Ling Jiushi eating together, waiting on their ... oh, you know, I was going to say "their tops," but we all know there is no world in which Li Dongyuan would be a top. That's why Zhuang Rujiao is having such a tough time of it! She's trying to get his attention by being cute and demure, when what she needs to do is just whip out the strap, grab him by one of his fancy little necklaces, and tell him Mommy's running the organization now. He'd be on his knees before his conscious mind had even parsed that sentence.

Anyway, the two of them seem to have been waiting for a while, though, because they're nearly finished with the standard cafeteria fare. Ruan Nanzhu and Li Dongyuan rudely don't even take a bite from the fully loaded rectangle trays their darlings have acquired for them, the ungrateful bastards.

Bonus:

Damn the censors, we will make our own dick-measuring jokes.

Choosing to approach things from as trans-positive a reading as possible, I like to think that Li Dongyuan's disappointment about Ruan Baijie/Zhu Meng has nothing to do with finding out that she's got a dick under her skirt, and everything to do with finding out that she's got this particular dick under her skirt. Normal people would be incredibly disappointed to have a crush on a girl, only to find out that she's Ruan Fucking Nanzhu. Bless Ling Jiushi, he's built different.

[lesboficfanatic]

SPOILERS FOR MALEVOLENT EPISODE 19 ‘THE PRISON’

oh wow, so many excited things happened in episode 19,

and Lily for the little guy?????? Adorable I love it she’s so precious I hope we see her again

also, shout out to John, as big a little bitch as he can be, if I too where stuck with a headmate who’s only options where; 1) assist e v e r y o n e to my own determent and 2) f u c k you in particular (as showcased with the canner and trader) (I have no idea if I’m spelling properly forgive me) and he swung between those options like a pendulum I think I would actually go insane, no assistant from the king needed

and oh boy am I excited for the next run in with him, he’s such a bastard but he’s well written

[m-a-salter]

Why is Peter Capaldi so hot? Part Three.

[part 1] [part 2] [part 4]

In Part One and Part Two we considered (1) Mr. Capaldi's physical characteristics and (2-3) behaviors. In this part, we will consider his acting roles in relation to his hotness. This is essentially the sub-question, "Is Peter Capaldi hot, or am I just in love with several of his characters?" My contention is that, as long as your relationship with him remains parasocial, it is not an important distinction.

And for those of us who have not been brainwashed by moral purity cultures within fandom, this holds for (4) his good, appealing characters and (5) his potentially evil characters. They are hot in different ways, but all are hot.

4. Highly lovable characters

Call me old-fashioned, but nothing is hotter than goodness.

4.1 Danny Oldsen, Local Hero (1983): I am aware that some people don't think there is any relationship between a character being an adorable precious cinnamon roll and the actor playing the character being hot. Those people are entitled to their opinions.

4.2 Randall Brown, The Hour (2012): Principled, highly competent, dapper, and with a tragic backstory, in my mind, the hotness of Randall Brown infuses everything Peter Capaldi does.

4.3 The Doctor, Doctor Who (2014-17): Has anyone read this far who doesn't think the twelfth Doctor is hot? I personally have a particular soft spot for the soft smile.

5. Slightly or majorly evil characters, but in a sexy way

5.1 Malcolm Tucker, The Thick of It (2005-2012) and In the Loop (2009).

5.2 Cardinal Richelieu, The Musketeers (2014): He didn't get to have as much sex as the other characters in this show, but he still wore a lot of leather.

5.3 Daniel Hegarty, Criminal Record (2024): All cops are bastards, some are sexy bastards in well-tailored suits.

[part 1] [part 2] [part 4]

[graysparrowao3]

The 'Why You Suck' Speech

Saw a post about tropes and one was the 'why you suck speech'. When I wrote this I read it so many times I have it memorized lol.

Rugan's 'why you suck' speech to Aradin:

You’re a half-rate fighter and piss-poor leader. An arrogant shitstain that brings the average intelligence of this city down and the reason adventuring gets a bad rep. Everything you touch gets worse. Your people only follow you because they’ve no better option, then you get them killed. You’re a foul-mouthed, incompetent, violent waste of breath and they’ll bury you next to your worthless, vile old man because the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. You think you've made something of yourself because you're too stupid to see everyone laughing at your pathetic legacy.

Aradin's monologue response:

“Do you think you said anything I didn’t already know? I’m a colossal bellend, a fuck up beyond all measure? No one likes me and you used me to get off? Do you think that’s news to me? Do you think it’s gonna hurt my precious feelings any more than you already have?

            “Unlucky for you mate, I seem to be all desensitized to your rubbish. The world’s most unscrupulous knob wasn’t very nice? Shall I go and get the press? Next Baldur’s Mouth headline: Local Bastard Acts Like A Bastard. You talk like you’ve never purposely tried to wreck me before. I might not be the sharpest blade on the block but this is not my first time dealing with your particular brand of horseshite.

            “Let’s get some perspective, shall we? When we met, you wanted me to know my place so hard you wouldn’t even kiss me. Then you straight up held me down so you could feel like you owned me or some shite. Then there was the time you bloody railed me after… that time’s kind of fuzzy to be honest. Next you - and let’s not forget this - almost fecking killed me. Not to mention that one time you got me off like a damn megalomaniac, whatever the fuck that was supposed to be.

            “And I still gave you the coin you needed when you needed it. Because clearly you’ve done damage to my head, which probably wasn’t right to begin with. And off you went without so much as a word because that’s just who you are. And then look who shows up out of nowhere to take advantage of my time and bed because you know I ain’t gonna turn you down.”

            “And that’s the upstanding bloke who finally says it like it is. Who can rip me apart because you know every sore spot to really twist the knife. Tells me I’m so pissin’ unlikeable no one could ever want me, that always goes and ruins it every time it feels like it might not be so bad because we couldn’t possibly have that and Gods know I don’t deserve it.”

            “So yeah. Every last word you said is true. I am exactly what you said I am. Might be the first real thing out your damn mouth. But I’m still here after all you’ve put me through, you stupid fecking cunt. Do you think dressing me down is the worst you’ve done? Tell myself that crap everyday, mate.”

            “You must’ve forgotten: I know you talk shite out your bloody arse instead of saying what you damn well mean. So the real question here is, given all that, given that I’m all you said - hells, maybe worse even - if that’s what you actually think and you’re not just full of it you Gods damn lying, miserable bastard…”

            “Why the feck are you still here?”

From part 8 of the series.

[quinloki]

Sir Crocodile - Bitter

Requestor: @thecrimsonacademic Reader Vibes Requested: AFAB they/them CW: Injury, recovery, amnesia, angst, manipulation, self-deprecation, the request was for me to go all out, and I poured a lot into this.

“Get back!” You roar, haki and emotions flaring, pushing Crocodile back despite his desires. “You bastard!” You growl, still moving away from him, pulling off one high heel and then the other.

You were dressed in silk and pearls, elegant and extravagant, the worth of a small island tied up in the diamonds that glittered against your neck. They were heavy and choking right now, you were sick that you had accepted the gifts with a smile on your face and need in your heart.

You rip the precious stones from your neck, the hot sting of skin ripping against the white gold doesn’t even make you flinch, bare feet against the pavement. The words echo in your mind, the accusation from the young man was soaked in truth and facts.

You’d taken Crocodile’s word all this time, but you couldn’t refute his cruelty in the face of the young man’s words. Couldn’t refute your part in it.

But no more.

“I should’ve known,” tears sting your eyes and your body shakes as you glare at him, keeping distance between you however you can. “I warmed your bed through it all, and I should’ve known.”

“It is unfortunate,” he replies, golden amber eyes narrowed dangerously. He was furious, not only at you, but at the fact that you had learned the truth. “Let us talk about this back home.”

You laugh, it’s full of anger and disbelief, “Big bad Sir Crocodile,” you spit. “Can’t have the news coos seeing you’ve lost control of your trophy whore, huh?” You pull the ring free from your finger and throw it at him. It thumps against his chest before he catches it easily. “You used me.”

“… Perhaps.” He nearly bites the word off. “Come back here and-.” He grunts as you push back again, anger and haki flaring in equal measure. If you keep this up you’re going to exhaust yourself, but you can’t risk going easy on him.

He’s not the Desert King for nothing.

“I can’t believe I bought so many lies!” You rage at no one in particular. There’s no crowd gathering, none would dare. A spat between the King and his Queen was an event no one wanted to witness. “For the small price of my soul.” You grunt, body tense, muscles searing with the strain of haki and your own emotions.

“To love as a lie as well,” you shake your head, feeling your heart twist.

“My love-.”

“DON’T YOU DARE!” You bellow, his words shattered by your anger more than your haki. Despite your waning strength he stands still in the face of your words, giving you more space as you continue to back away.

You use the buffer to collect yourself, keeping a lookout for Daz Bonez, knowing he’d do whatever was necessary to force you into the limo at this point. He’s almost more of a danger to you than Crocodile, since he doesn’t have any love for you like his boss does.

“I’m not going to just fold to your will and-.” Bright lights fill your eyes, a frantic horn nearly drowns out all other sound, but you can hear your voice like fire and ice from his lips.

The impact shatters the final sputtering remnants of your neglected haki, and your world goes dark.

A terrible flood of pain shuts your body down and your mind swims in and out of memories that danced, sweet and sorrowful, along the edges of your consciousness. Muffled sounds and incoherent questions assail you, but nothing prompts you to react.

Exhaustion eats at your marrow, and anger gives way to dull aches and nauseating throbs. On some level you know you’re alive, you think, because being dead wouldn’t hurt so much.

Time comes and goes in fits. Darkness prevails for long stretches, and muttered voices that are too far away to be understood speak hastily against a steady beep. The stench of cleanliness burns your nose, and the scent of something familiar eases your soul.

Warm. Warm and soft, like hints of citrus mixed with sugar and spirits. Fine like sand, shifting against your feet as you walk along a beach, the scent of the ocean lost to the cigar between his-.

Your eyes open slowly, and the world around you comes into focus for the first time in however long. Hours, days, years, for all you knew you had been out for so long as to be reborn, but your body protests as your fingers twitch.

A warmth against your skin catches your attention, and a large hand carefully, and slowly, moves over your hand, holding your fingers delicately in his.

Golden eyes find yours, and you close your eyes against the intensity of emotions in them for a moment. You don’t feel fear, but the relief is almost too much to accept right now.

“Where?” You question softly, voice heavy, dry and cracked like desolate earth. You try to swallow and wince from the feeling of needles in your throat.

“Home.” He answers, voice full of authority, relief, and satin. He brings over a cup of water with a straw in it, gloved hand holding it steady for you. “Small sips.”

You nod a little, taking a few small drops of water and feeling relief wash through your mouth.

“How?” You grimace against a pain that tears through your head, fingers curling around his, holding on tightly for a moment until it passes.

“An accident.” He answers. “Don’t stress about the details right now, just rest and recover.”

You shake your head a little. “How… long?” You manage. He’s not wrong about the resting part, you can feel exhaustion starting to take you and you’ve only been conscious for a few minutes at most.

“Almost two weeks. You were in surgery for twenty hours, and at the hospital in recovery for ten days after that.” He explains, eyes shivering with emotions as he recounted the passage of time. “Once you stabilized, I brought you home. We converted the first floor den, in case you needed to be taken back to the hospital unexpectedly, but you’ve been steadily continuing to recover.”

Knowledge brings relief, and relief brings sleep, and you slip back into slumber with those last few words. You could feel warmth against your fingers, and the soft scent of smoke and citrus cradled you as you slept.

Over the next couple of days you slept like you were more cat than human, waking up long enough to drink some water, maybe some broth, sitting up eventually and having gelatin, only to go back to sleep immediately after. Slowly your ability to stay awake improved.

Your food became more solid, and you had short walks around the manor.

Memories danced down the halls, and shifted quietly through the courtyard, but it was hard to hold onto any of them. They clawed at your heart in desperation and twisted your stomach, but you weren’t sure if it was the memories themselves or the guilt of having forgotten.

All you knew for certain was that you were calmer when he was nearby.

The scent that followed him brought you comfort. The sound of his voice soothed your heart and you found reprieve from your turmoil in the quiet sounds of his existence. Comfort was yours to be had in abundance, since he was rarely ever far from your side.

Work kept him busy, but the more you recovered, the more you saw of him, to the point of you voicing concern about his responsibilities. He assured you that his empire wouldn’t collapse if he stepped away a little more often than usual.

Bejeweled fingers slipped gently against your cheek, golden amber eyes warm and content as they comforted you.

“Nearly losing you has caused me to… prioritize certain things, my love.” He insists, bringing your hand to his lips, bending low so you didn’t need to reach far.

You hadn’t been able to remember being in a relationship with him, and he’d given you space because of it. Just recently he’d slipped into referring to you with sweet titles, and warm names. You didn’t stop him, even before this point you’d understood on some level that he was important to you.

His very existence warmed your heart.

“I…” You pause a little, heat rushing through your body. “I would like you to kiss me.” You manage to say the damnably embarrassing words, eyes flicking up to his, before you look away. The surprise on his face was nearly adorable, and you didn’t want to let him know.

Warm fingers trace a gentle line against your neck, tilting your head up as he leans down. “All your desires are my pleasure to submit to,” he assures you, leaning down closer. “This, perhaps, top among them, desert flower.”

Your breath catches in your throat just before his lips brush against yours. Soft and careful at first, he pulls you in a little more, giving you the opportunity to step back if you so desire. Quiet tears slip down your cheeks as pleasure and love swell in your heart.

That you could ever forget such a sweet love was unforgivable.

[senka-mesecine]

Could you pls make a list of headcanons of situations with his s/o that would make Barnes smile? Thank u

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― When you act stubborn, spiteful or willful and you find your attempts to rile him up, win out over him in some shape, way or form or simply be a rebel thwarted by him. He just views the occasional spitfire attitude amusing, yes, mainly because he sees it as an empty, vague threat best laughed at by someone far stronger (him), but when it falls flat on its face because he's made you behave either through the sheer authority of his presence, his words or as much as a single look, he finds that one profoundly entertaining to the degree he might very well crown the occasion with a triumphant, almost taunting smile intended to challenge and tease. Mock. You can't win no matter how much you may try and that's funny to him. Call it The Taming of the Shrew starring Robert Barnes. It's not about the brattiness as much as the fact that you really think you stand a chance against him is comedic gold to him sometimes.

― God, speaking of which, Barnes being Barnes, if you say something particularly mean, either intended at him or someone else, he'll not only smile, he'll laugh in contended surprise because he'll feel he's rubbing off on you and influencing you, especially if meanness isn't in your general nature and you're legitimately a generally nice person (which compared to him isn't hard) but once in a blue moon something foul and nasty slips past your mouth, a frustrated cussword, an insult and there he is, perking up, because he's proud he's drawn the worst out of you, going against your better nature. A great many of the things that cause him joy have to do with your corruption and seeing you occasionally be the bastard he usually is a primetime reason to smile. Notwithstanding the fact that the contrast is precious in his eyes. Him being a bastard suits him and he's fully embraced that. You doing so? It's worthy of a smile because it's a novelty.

― In the aftermath of doing something truly horrible and shocking regardless of what that may something may be, when you're exasperated and dismayed with him, chances are Barnes will smile at your bafflement because he cultivates the raw emotion out of you like a rare fuel or drug that keeps him high, usually not a twinge of regret in him. Actually, the fact you in particular are so shocked and morally outraged with him makes him all the more glad he's did a figurative bad thing, almost as a way of gloating over you with a grin days later, silently and wordlessly reminding you can neither do anything about it or stop it, or stop him because this is exactly who and what he is and he's effectively showing you; you can just bear witness to it and be passively horrified. It's not unlike a wolf bearing its bloodied fangs to you because it doesn't intend to hide its nature. In fact, it means to flaunt it.

― By extension...you attempting to preach him on ethics. He might actually sit there stoically, not really say anything and listen, following you with his eyes the entire time but if you get truly impassioned and into it, he could very well smile at that too because you're here genuinely preaching to the choir thinking you saying a lot of important words is going to change a grown man set in his ways and who believes in what he's doing through hell or high water; not that you're necessarily saying something he disagrees with. Or hey, maybe you are. But, that's beside the point. Fact that you're so zealous and fervent about this is what is the root cause of Barnes grinning like the Cheshire cat. People who are slightly impotent in their power talk, and people who wield the actual power, in his opinion, act. And you talking, giving him the lip and over philosophizing as much you are is cute to him.

― Weakness. Hear me out. In others? It might disgust him and come off as the ultimate insult, but if a significant other is weak compared to him? If they technically have the drive but lack the physical stamina to push through with something (and yet they refuse to give up?) it's worth of him cracking a grin because it's a clear reminder who the tough person in the relationship is. They can run, but they can't run fast or far enough. They can be pigheaded, but what is the point of being pigheaded faced with Barnes? They can have bravado, but their bravado is just them talking the talk and not walking the walk. Might not be funny at first but if it happens consistently it can get pretty damn amusing. To him, it's like watching a kitten with delusions of grandeur, convinced it's a tiger. He could watch you fall flat on your ass (literally and figuratively) all day and not be bored.

― Strength. Yep. Is it contradictive to the above statement? Perhaps, but then again, Barnes is a complex, often contradictive character. If his significant other is genuinely an unexpectedly tough cookie, whether mentally or physically, if they brave through something considered adversity, show unusual fortitude in whatever situation independently of him, if they're firm, have a good head on their shoulders and they're here standing on their own two feet Barnes might just privately beam up with a smile and this one unlike all the rest on this list could very well be intimate and just for him when nobody sees because he knew they had it in them all along and now he has tangible proof too. They're exactly who he thought they were or who they could become and he sees a tiny, rarely positive piece of himself in them and it's like a moment of recognition.

― During sex. Hey, very likely. You might be there begging, pleading and desperately sweating it out because it's round god knows which at this point, you're dead exhausted, feeling like you've been running a drill exercise and you still haven't finished, pretty much caught in a flurry of dry, heaving orgasms because he's not letting you reach a peak and as you placate with him to allow to you cum he might just give you the evilest, most wickedest smile you've ever seen him with in response to all the whining and moping because he relishes torturing you. It's on his authority that you're either released or not released and the notion is stupendously diverting. Mind you, Barnes won't randomly smile at the first sign of you begging. No ma'am, no siree, he'll draw it out to great lengths and be at his most serious for the major duration of it all and it's only when you're at your most defeated and broken is when he takes time to sneer and goad.

― Generally, to conclude things, most things Barnes smiles at as a whole or in relation to his significant other aren't things most commonplace people would smile at because for the lack of a better way to describe it, I imagine his sense of humor is genuinely fucked up and borderline weirdly erudite and darkly deep when you start analyzing it. The nail thinking it should stick out before it gets inevitable hammered down is funny, headstrongness being disciplined is funny, the weak conquered by the strong and brought to heel is funny and the notion the machine is gonna keep running regardless how many obstacles it has to chew down in its wake is also funny, by extension, anything his significant other does that is contrarian in regards to him is also smile-worthy to Barnes precisely because it falls under this very dichotomy. It's the ultimate inside joke he has with himself. You're his and he owns you any attempt to fight or argue that irrefutable truth like it can even be changed is hilarious at times.

[frost-eyed-autumn]

@skilledsenses sent:

An exaggerated sigh as he shrugs, hands raised at his sides to add to his feelings. "It's been so long now, and you still can't let it go, now can you, Mr. Fancy Hat?" Ranpo shakes his head in dismay and another shrug. "Talk about being childish." Does he particularly care about how Chuuya felt during the time inside Poe's novel? Absolutely not. Is he getting tired of the younger continuously pointing fingers at him and acting hostile due to that? More than he probably thought possible, yes.

"Alright, alright. Here's the deal. I'm in a good mood today and seeing how you're stressed out with your silly little job, I'll be so kind to offer you my very expertise so you can finish up earlier and enjoy the holiday like every other person." Now that's not an offer anyone gets easily, not to mention that the consultation costs of the greatest detective alive doesn't come cheap, but ah, he supposes he can make a small exception in this particular case. "The culprit you're looking for is hiding with one of the groups opposing the Port Mafia, blending in with the masses tonight due to the festivities. If you're really clueless, try fishing." Now that must be more than enough hints for someone like Chuuya to understand, right?

He can thank Ranpo later. He'll accept some high quality chocolate and snacks, you're welcome.

It honestly doesn't take a lot of goading for Chuuya to feel his eye twitch in elevated irritation, for his pulse to beat a little louder in his ears dealing with this obnoxious jackass that had the nerve to call him childish. Maybe he was, a little bit. It wasn't exactly accurate to say he didn't hold grudges, but to hold the kind of grudge where he actually got pissed off just hearing about someone was uncommon and usually reserved for a certain shithead named Dazai.

But maybe that's just the thing. Ranpo's particular flavor of obnoxious could almost make him an identical twin to Dazai, and maybe that was part of what pissed him off so much.

Only part of it, of course. The similarities, he could have overlooked, if not for getting trapped in that damn book. And not just when he and the Agency were behaving as active threats towards one another, but even after the chaos had dwindled down. Still he had been left to figure his way out -- which he eventually did -- but it was annoying as shit. Especially when it meant that not only was he taken out of play from doing his job, he didn't even have a way of knowing what was going on outside or the status of his Boss's life.

So of course he held a fucking grudge. No one got between him and protecting his Boss like that and got off scott-free, even if he had to wait a while to cash in on that grudge. It was only by Mori's orders that they maintain a cease-fire that stayed him from pummeling the cocky bastard six feet into the dirt where he belonged. Even when the other was within easy distance and just so happened to end up in his path, holiday spirit or whatever be damned.

At first, he listens with an annoyed, clueless stare, turning over what Ranpo said in his mind. It itches on his tongue that if Ranpo really wants to help and not just be another irritation and waste of precious time on his list of many other irritations, he should be more straightforward. He hates when people are cryptic like that. Its just another similarity to shitty Dazai that makes him hate the other man all the more...

But maybe its those three or so years working alongside Dazai as his partner that's prepared him to deal with Ranpo, seeing as they both like to play a similar guessing game, and the most likely answer to the question he never asks comes to him quickly, furrowing a brow and touching a gloved finger to his chin.

"Fishing, huh...?" The port and the city canals were all too far away from the street festivals to be the answer, but there was always those stupid little fishing game booths... and there were only so many game booths set up in general, which narrowed the search area significantly. Could that be it...?