#but he's scared to commit be he's scared to seem weak and like he can't take care of himself/his kid and needs someone else

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

it was your writing that convinced me to finally start leaving comments in the tags on fics, congrats on 900!!!

imagining this as either playful, or scoffed brattily at ak jason...

"What're you gonna do? Kill me?"

~800 words. He's toxic in this, but I feel like I always write AK that way. Enjoy!

Jason Todd is your... something. It's hard to put a label on something that feels like it could slip away at one wrong move, one misplaced step.

You've tried to come to terms with who he is now, how that cell in Arkham changed him. But it's hard. It's really hard when he's become so volatile, when he treats everything you say and do like it's a trick.

You love him. Really. You always have. You still do. But he's so angry at you right now. All you did was leave his stupid base for a last-minute dinner with your friends.

Yeah, Gotham is dangerous. Yeah, you could have left a note. But you're an adult, and he's not in charge of you, no matter how much he thinks he is.

He's still in that ridiculous outfit, helmet lifted over his face as he rants and paces back and forth. He spits venom at you, tries to make you feel like you're wrong.

You don't think you're wrong. If anything, you're just as livid, fingers curling into fists at his words. He had no right to snatch you off the street on your way back. No right to lecture you and treat you like you've committed the crime of the century.

"You act like you're invincible," he snaps, eyes sharp and glaring, "Always running off on your own. I should– I should just–"

"You should just what," you hiss back, unable to bite down your words any longer. You cross your arms, defiant and unwilling to give him an inch, "What are you gonna do? Kill me?"

He stops in his track, and the air seems to grow cold. You almost waver, almost back down and scramble to get out apologies. But your fury feels righteous, and you egg him on through your wariness.

"Well," you goad, "Are you? Gonna get rid of me the same way you do all your other problems?"

He says your name, sounds out every letter in a slow, deep rumble of a warning, “Careful.”

It's a threat you immediately ignore. A small part of you knows he's dangerous, that there's blood on his hands, but you don't care enough to caution yourself. All he's done tonight is push you, and you want to push back.

Your lips curl into some semblance of a snarl, brushing off how stony his face has gone, “Bite me, Jason. I'm done. Done with trying to figure out what you even want from me any–”

Fingers close around your throat before you can get out another word. You choke on nothing as his hand flexes, reminding you exactly how much strength he carries.

“You are not done,” he tells you. It's a command, an order, and instruction you can't even consider disobeying. “We are not done. Be angry. Be upset. But don't, don't you dare end anything.”

All you can manage is a weak nod, eyes wide and dumbstruck as he stares you down with relentless determination. His thumb strokes the side of your neck, gaze expectant and waiting. When you don't manage to find your words, he finds them for you.

“Tell me we aren't done,” he murmurs, tone lower, but no less sharp and commanding. His grip doesn't waver, even when you reach up to grab his wrist and tug.

“We aren't done,” you echo weakly, desperate for him to let go. Even if he's not squeezing your throat, the threat is enough to make you light-headed. Your knees feel like they're going to give, and you can't seem to get your body to move.

He stares at you for another minute, then drops his hand from its place around your neck. You suck in a desperate breath of air, and his face doesn't even twitch.

“You should know by now, what I want,” he says, tone flat and void of any hints of how he's feeling.

You bite the inside of your cheek, not knowing what to say. There's nothing to say. Your heart is pounding. You think you might be scared. And you really don't know what he wants from you. Not anymore.

He clenches his jaw. There's words on the tip of his tongue, you can tell. You can tell the same way he can tell that he's frightened you.

But he doesn't apologize, doesn't offer you any semblance of comfort. It's a silent standoff, almost a staring contest as your rub where his hand lingered only seconds ago.

He exhales shakily, breaking the moment, “Just– don't leave. It doesn't matter what you think of me or any of this. Doesn't matter if you hate me. It's too late for you to leave. You're a part of this now.”

“I don't hate you,” you breathe out, and it almost tastes like a lie. You're not sure if either of you believes it. But he steps closer, ignoring the way you stiffen.

He draws you into a tight hug, murmuring almost incoherently into the top of your head that you need to stay. That you're going to stay.

It's only then, only when he holds you so close that you're nearly suffocating, that you realize it was never really your choice. You're going to stay.

[blingblong55]

Soft things- Simon "Ghost" Riley NSFW

Kinktober Day 12

Based on a request: Soft dom Ghost!Soft dom Ghost!Soft dom Ghost!Soft dom Ghost!Soft dom Ghost!Soft dom Ghost!Soft dom Ghost! Thank you and have a lovely day ---- F!Reader, MDNI, 18+, soft dom!Ghost, sub!reader, unprotected!sex, P-in-V ----

Fuck you're such a good girl when you're here with him like this. "Y/N," he murmurs, his voice low as his eyes trace your figure sprawled across his lap. His fingers glide from your cheek to your chin, firm but gentle, coaxing you to meet his gaze.

With a subtle shift, his thumb hooks beneath your chin, tilting your head back so he can take you in fully as if he’s seeing you with fresh eyes. Ghost still hadn’t quite gotten used to it—maybe he never would.

Did it mess with his head? Maybe. But that’s why he kept you close.

What started as a clear-cut dynamic between dom and sub blurred when you began sharing a space. Now, thoughts of returning home—to you—scratched at the back of his mind in ways he didn’t expect. It was meant to be simple, a release, not something that stirred up feelings. Feelings Ghost had long since buried.

He never dealt with emotions—never wanted to. It wasn’t in him to try. To him, people were dangerous. They brought failure and vulnerability. And were they caring about someone? That was a weakness that could get you killed.

"Look at me." His tone is firm, but there’s an underlying edge, as his thumb drags over your lower lip, slow and deliberate.

You’re stunning to him, and that’s what throws him off balance. Ghost, always in control, was softening in ways that scared him. But for you? He was willing to let that iron grip on himself slip. Patience, something that had thinned over the years, stretched further than he thought possible for your sake. Maybe you were worth that.

"Open your mouth, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice softer now, luring you in with its gentleness. His thumb presses against your parted lips, brushing over your tongue. "You look so damn good like this." A pause. "But don’t think I’m going soft, you cheeky thing."

His hands roamed over your body, firm but with a surprising tenderness, like he’s trying to balance between the roughness he knows and the gentleness you seem to pull out of him without even trying.

"Y/N," he murmurs, his gruff voice sending shivers down your spine. "Bloody hell, you're gorgeous."

Ghost's fingers trace the swell of your breasts, pausing to circle your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt. He can feel your nipples hardening under his touch, a surge of satisfaction coursing through him.

"I want to see you," he growls, tugging at the hem of your shirt. "Take it off."

You comply, lifting your arms and allowing Ghost to peel the garment away. Your breasts bounce free, and he can't help but admire their fullness, their softness. He cups them in his large hands, kneading the flesh, relishing the way you arch into his touch.

"Fuck, Y/N," he breathes, leaning down to capture one of your nipples between his lips. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud, reveling in your soft moans and the way your fingers tangle in his hair.

His hands continue to explore your body, sliding down to your thighs and back up again, mapping every curve and dip. He wants to commit you to memory, to burn you into his mind so he can remember you even when you're apart.

"Y/N," he whispers against your skin, his voice rough with desire. "I need you."

You respond by rolling your hips, grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans. The friction sends sparks of pleasure through him, and he groans, his grip on your thighs tightening.

"Yes, Ghost," you pant, your voice breathy and desperate. "Please, I need you too."

Ghost doesn't waste any time. He quickly strips you both of the remaining clothing, his eyes never leaving your body as he takes in every inch of your exposed skin. Then, he settles between your thighs, the head of his cock nudging against your slick entrance.

Ghost's cock nudges against you, and he can't help but groan at the feeling. He’s hard, achingly so, his length throbbing with the need to be inside you.

"Fuck, Y/N," he growled, his hips pressing forward, seeking the warmth of her body. "You're so wet for me, aren't you?"

You nod, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded with desire. Ghost can feel the heat radiating from you, the way your body welcomes him, only stoking his fire.

He pushes forward, sliding into you inch by inch, until he's fully buried inside. The sensation is overwhelming—your walls gripping him tightly, making him feel like he belongs there like he’s found his place.

"God, you feel perfect," he rasps, his hips beginning to move in a steady rhythm.

Ghost loses himself in the way you respond to his touch, in the sounds you make as he thrusts deeper into you. He wants to memorize everything—every gasp, every sensation—so he can replay it later when you're apart.

As he moves within you, the tension builds, the pressure in his gut tightening with every stroke. He shifts slightly, angling his hips, searching for that perfect spot that will make you cry out. When he finds it, the change in your breath and the way you cling to him tells him he’s got you.

"That's it, Y/N," he encourages, voices low and rough. "Come for me."

His movements grow erratic as his release approaches. His hips snap forward, driving into you with a force that has you gasping and arching beneath him. The sound of skin against skin fills the air, a raw, primal rhythm that matches the pounding of your heart.

"Fuck, Y/N," he grunts, fingers digging into your hips, holding you firmly in place. "You're so tight, so perfect."

He feels the way your walls flutter around him, a telltale sign that you're close. Determined to push you over the edge, Ghost thrusts harder, each movement rougher, more intense. He wants to watch you fall apart beneath him.

"Come for me, Y/N," he growls, voice commanding and low. "I want to feel you come undone."

His release is just around the corner, the heat coiling tight at the base of his spine, ready to snap. But he holds back, refusing to give in until you’ve reached your peak.

Adjusting his angle slightly, he grinds against your clit with each thrust, the friction sending you over the edge. You cry out, body arching off the bed as you cling to him desperately.

"Ghost!" you gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Oh god, don't stop!"

He doesn't. Ghost continues his relentless rhythm, his hips slamming into yours with a force that makes the bed shake. He feels you tightening around him, your body tensing as you teeter on the edge of orgasm.

"That's it, Y/N," he growls, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his release. "Come for me, let go."

With one final, powerful thrust, he drives into you, and you shatter. Your body convulses beneath him, your walls clenching around his cock like a vice. The sensation is overwhelming, and with a groan that sounds almost like a roar, Ghost follows you over the edge.

He collapses on top of you, his body trembling from the intensity of his release. Ghost can feel your breath, still coming in short, sharp gasps as you recover from your orgasm.

Ghost pulls out and rolls onto his side, drawing you close to his chest. His heart pounds, adrenaline still surging through his veins. You’re both spent, your breath hot against his skin.

"That was…fucking incredible," he murmurs, voice hoarse and low. "Y/N, you're amazing."

He presses a tender kiss to your temple, marveling at the softness of your skin, the warmth of your body nestled against his. Ghost had never been the type for cuddling, but with you, it feels right—like he could stay here forever, holding you close, shielding you from the world.

As you both lie there, basking in the afterglow, Ghost's mind drifts. He thinks about how things have changed between you—how what started as purely physical had grown into something more. Something deeper, more meaningful.

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[quimichi]

☄. *. ⋆ TWO SOULS AS ONE, WRITTEN BY THE STARS

Kinich x Reader 《Deeptalk underneath the night sky》

He had his head propped up in his hand with his elbow on the pillow. Just simply staring at the starry night sky while listening to the steady beat of your heart. One arm was wrapped around your waist, holding you against him and keeping you warm. His hand was gently caressing your skin. Not trying to initiate anything, just a small mindless action as he looked out his open at the night sky.

"You know what they say,...the dead are stars...looking down on us. To protect us at night when we sleep and can't protect ourselves" you softly whisper while looking up at the night sky. "Is that so..."

He hums in reply as he listens to you speak. His gaze drifting down to your face, watching your eyes as you look up at the night sky. He couldn't explain how mesmerized he was by you. Everything about you just seemed to draw him in. From your eyes, your voice, your smile, the way you would laugh at his dumb and weak jokes. The hand on your waist pulled you a little closer as his thumb still traced small shapes on your bare skin. He was silent for a moment when suddenly an idea popped into his head.

"Hey, look at me for a second." You rest your chin on his chest and look at him. He smiled down at you, his eyes looking into yours as he reached up and touched the top of your head with his free hand. His fingers moving gently over your hair, tracing his fingers over the strands and messing them up as they lay against your head. A light chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled a few strands up, watching the way they glinted in the moonlight.

"There. Now you're my little star too." "...but I'm not dead." You blurt out. He hummed playfully and rolled his eyes as he looked back at you. Brushing his knuckles against your cheek as he spoke.

"No, but you're mine. And you shine just as bright as the stars in the sky. So to me, you're a little star." "I like that..." you whisper. He smiled at your words, cupping your face and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. His eyes on yours, and his voice low as he spoke.

"You know, I've always had a theory about the stars..." He paused for a moment, silently studying your face before continuing to speak. His tone calm and soft.

"I think whenever you wish on a shooting star, it's actually a small piece of someone's soul that has passed on. It shoots into the sky, and the small ember of its soul burns bright in the sky. It's them granting you that wish. Lighting up the sky in their effort to give you something they couldn't give you when they were alive."

"A star for someone who needs them..." you whisper tenderly again. He hummed in agreement, gently running his thumb over your cheek again. His eyes slowly tracing every detail of your face. Memorizing and storing away each facial feature to be committed to memory. He smiled softly as he spoke again.

"So whenever you look up at the stars at night, you don't have to be scared. You just have to remember that you've got millions of little souls, watching over you. Protecting you. Looking out for you. Lighting your way in the dark."

"That's a beautiful idea...a beautiful theory." He chuckled quietly as you laid your head back on the pillow next to him. He laid down as well, rolling on his side and propping himself up on an elbow again. Leaning over you and cupping your face in his hand as he spoke once again. His voice low and calm in the dim lighting. "You like that idea, huh? Millions of little guardian angels watching over you at all times..." "And watching over you too..." He couldn't help but smile at your words. He slowly ran his fingers over your forehead, moving your hair away from your face and tucking the strands behind your ear. He moved his fingers down, tracing your jawline and gently caressing your skin there. Looking into your eyes as he spoke in a soft whisper.

"No need to worry about me. I'm always watching my back. I'm always on guard. I'm not letting anything hurt me."

You can't help but wonder, "Do you think where gonna be put together as stars?" His fingers paused for a moment, and he hummed quietly as he pondered your question. His eyes shifting from yours to the sky.

"Mmm...I think so. I like the idea of that. Just so we can continue to be together after we die. I can't imagine not being able to spend an eternity with you. Even as stars in the sky." He looked back at you, his fingers resuming their actions of caressing your face. Tracing over your cheeks and jaw. Brushing over your lips and studying the details of your features. Memorizing every detail so he would remember you forever and ever. Taking in the feeling of having you so close to him and the warmth of your skin under his touch.

"I don't care what happens in our next life - or our next life after that, or the next one after that. I don't care. I'm gonna find you. I'm gonna find you and be with you every single time." "Promise?" A small smile on his face as he spoke in a firm and determined voice.

"Promise. I'll find you. Every. Single. Time."

"...do you think you have ever found me before?" He paused to ponder your question again, his fingers tracing over your skin again as he thought. His eyes looking out to the night sky, and a slow hum escaping his lips. After a moment he spoke again, his voice almost a whisper. "I don't know. I like to think that every life I've lived before this one, I've found and loved you each time. Even if it was different circumstances, different times, different names. I like to imagine that you were always there with me. That we've always found each other like this, every single time."

He looks deep into your eyes again, "Just promise you wait for me..."

[heedmywarnings]

One last time

(Full Chapter)

In which you insult them one last time. (Aka me insulting pixels even tho I'm on Hiatus)

(Written when I was on Hiatus lmfao)

Warning: Cursing, lots of them.

》 - Chapter 2

Masterlist

♤~-~♤

You were finally captured. It took three months to get where you are, standing before you are the Archons who participated in the hunt, and now they will execute you.

"Before you here, is the Impostor that stole our beloved deity's face" Barbatos started, looking down upon the people, "As if you didn't" you said, barely a whisper "Would you like to repeat that, thief?" The Goddess of Justice whispered on your ear as she pulled your hair, "I SAID, AS IF YOU DIDN'T" you repeated, the crowd gasps because they are very very shocked because they gasped.

Also this moon cake im eating doenst taste good.

"What?"

"You were born from the desires of people, meaning if Decarabian wasn't a tyrant then you wouldn't even be born!" The crowd screams defending the Wind God, "Oh come on! He stole the face of his DEAD friend!" You yelled, "Don't get me started with how he abandoned his nation for the tyrants to just invade Mond. Lady Venessa freed Mondstadt from the Lawrence clan!" Technically, Venti did help but you need to get the crowd on your side.

"That's enough," Ei said approaching you as she unsheath her sword, "You also abandoned your nation! What? because your sister, THE TRUE RULER of Inazuma died?" At this point everyone is appalled.

"T-"

"Don't even get me started with you, you rat tailed motherfucker. You literally made a deal with the fatui, you knew Childe was gonna summon Osial and you let it happen. More so, you faked your own death because you didn't feel like ruling over Liyue? Or was it because you finally understood that you're just incapable of being an Archon? The only reason you survived the Archon War was the adepti and yaksha that you expended!"

"..."

"And who's to say you didn't commit any crime?" Ei said after the shock had dissipated, "What crime!? How do you think a mere mortal were to steal a God's face!?" You screamed through a horse voice, now you've got everyone talking, (like the jury in the Ace Attorney.)

"Is your god suffering from sever little-bitchitis to the point you'd hunt anybody who look REMOTELY similar to them?"

The Archons were stunned, it seemed like you made everyone hold their breathe. "Such blasphemy won't go unforgi-" "I don't need your forgiveness, you cockroach arthritis-suffering bitch," you cut Zhongli off.

"Hey now...let's not say something will regret, huh?" Nahida said, through the familiar gentle voice, "I won't regret anything that comes out of my mouth." You replied, not finding any reasons why Nahida should be insulted.

"By far, the only Archon that ever helped the Traveller was the Dendro Archon! And she was even locked up!" You said, "You, Barbatos, you just avoided any talk about traveller's twin. Morax, why did you sign a contract that silences you about their twin? Do they scare you that much? Are you really that weak and pathetic?" You said apathetically and sarcastically.

"I am under a contract, and I must abide by that contract," Zhongli replied with a more... confident form, you can't wait to crush it, "Didn't you also sign a contract with the mortals of Teyvat that you'd never hurt them? WELL WHAT ABOUT ME? WHY AM I AM EXCEPTION?" Technically, he didn't, but if they were gonna use lies and deception to win this argument, you might as well do the same.

"Because you're nothing but an Impostor, not even worthy to be called human" Ei said, striking her blade on your thigh, you gasped in pain. "Hah! And what are you? You were an Impostor that created another Impostor because you can't handle the guilt of being one!" At this point it was useless to argue, they were pissed off but the people? They don't believe you, but they've also lost faith to their Gods.

And so, what did you achieve? Death and your name on the history textbooks saying that you were the reason that Teyvat rebelled against their Gods...

So, are you ready to resurrect later in life to attack the Archons (verbally) once more?

Next chapter coming out idk when

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Can you do Alastor with an INFP reader please?

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4

Turning this in to a mini series for my MBTI peoples

INFP (Mediator) Reader:

Alastor was confused by your head in the clouds personality. He found it odd that you were so attached to small objects or would hum a tune that brought a smile to your face. Being sensitive and easily startled was so weak in his eyes.

However, he enjoyed this weakness in you as well, the feeling he got when you sought protection from him. When you would be frightened or down, seeking him out swells his heart with a sense of pride that he has the sweet creative you needing him.

Your strong, empathetic nature scares him, as he can't open up well, yet you make it so easy. The way you can understand and mold your mind around the atrocities in his head baffles him but also excites him.

Alastor slowly becomes your biggest supporter. No matter what you choose as your passion, he is there cheering you on. When your head is in the clouds, he often pulls you down and reminds you of the endless possibilities if you actually put yourself to work instead of thinking about it.

You are your own worst critic, and Alastor hates that. He loves any art or medium you use to express yourself. You may find it to be the worst you have ever done, yet he sees all of your stuff as a masterpiece for him. Due to your doubts, he makes it a point to highlight you in his life if he gets any chance.

Overall, you two have an odd relationship. He is cold and calculating while you are up in the clouds daydreaming. Yet these polar opposites might work better than you two know since you can balance one another.

ESFP (Entertainer) Reader:

Your personality is intoxicating to Alastor. You have the silver tongue and pizzazz to have anyone listen to every word falling off your lips. You put on better shows than even he did, and that was admirable.

You have a keen eye for fashion, and you are the highlight of any event you go to, even if it is just out on the town. This is addicting to Alastor. He loves your style and will even seek your advice when it is time to pick out a new tux.

Your wit and charm come at a price, though. Sometimes, you outshine the Radio Host, making him worry about your health and well-being. Vox taking notice of you is a big no-no unless you are teasing and tormenting Vox with him.

Alastor dislikes your spending habits: flashy clubs, large bottles of booze, and brand-new clothes every week. It can get taxing, reminding you that you need to slow down and look at the bigger picture. Yet he can't help but fall for your words and spoil you, too.

Your lack of focus and commitment sometimes leaves the man irate as well, yet your ability to turn anything spontaneous in to an advantage has its perks. Just give him a heads up before you do anything too crazy and he can over look it.

Overall, you two are similar enough that, at times, it can hurt. Yet your ability to dazzle a room and potential new victims leaves you both at the top of the food chain. Just remember to pamper the poor deer so he knows he's important, too.

ENFJ (Protagonist) Reader:

It takes Alastor a long time to warm up to you. You give off goodie two-shoe vibes; let me help you wondering traveler vibes. He isn't a fan of that, seeing as he likes to do things in his sick and sadistic ways.

If you can crack his shell, though, he is thrilled at how meticulous and straightforward you are. He enjoys how you always have a plan and seem to take some of the responsibility of knowing everything off his hands.

When the battle for the hotel approached, you were one of the inspiring voices in the crowd. You managed to help get the whole team up and going when fighting off Adam. Yet you also managed to eat under his skin with the one-for-all-all-for-one crap.

If Alastor opens up to you, though, your go-getting attitude of figuring out how to help him with his plight is thrilling. When you speak of ending his contract, he is nothing but accepting and excited to see what you are capable of.

Your intensity is really overwhelming. You are just a powerhouse bulldozing through all his plans and ideas. However, you also give him the courage at times to stand up for what is right, allowing him to grow as a person.

Overall, you two are similar just as much as you are opposite. Alastor is an altruistic companion, whereas you are altruistic all the time. Things might work out if you can tone down your self-sacrificing persona.

ISFP (Adventurer) Reader:

You are a rare one indeed in Alastors' mind. You mind your own business and find yourself deep in the thralls of whatever magnificent work you have planned. You only bug him when it is truly insightful or helpful, allowing him to grow an appreciation for you.

Your inability to keep up with time, though, was just as frustrating as it was hilarious. Watching dear Charlie freak out that you were missing, only for you to appear out of nowhere following a bug, was entertaining. Yet he hated when you kept him waiting; he was an important man.

Alastor was startled when he found you hiding in his radio tower. It was just after an extensive bonding exercise, too, yet you were tinkering away in a corner. He startled you when he found you, finding it adorable how you begged for just ten minutes of quiet.

Alastor's Radio Tower would become your refuge for hiding from Charlie's crazy ideas and recharging. Alastor found your intelligent conversation and carefree attitude about his job refreshing. He truly enjoyed your little hiding days in his office.

When you get down on yourself because of lost motivation or even having an empty social battery, he is always there to help. He hates when you start having low self-esteem, but he does assist you as much as he can in rebuilding it.

Overall, your carefree and quiet demeanor is nice to Alastor. You pose no threat, and you definitely help lighten the air. Be mindful of overworking yourself, and maybe get a To-Do list or two so you stop being so hard on yourself.

[formulapookie]

19 "Can I hold your hand?" and rosquez please if you'd like < 3

It's cold, really cold right now, the storm has made a mess outside, the communications are cut off and they're stuck in a stupid house in the mountains far from every kind of human connection.

Vale has been trying to make the phone work for one hour now without any kind of success.

Pecco, Franky and Diggia are in another house, a bit far from this one.

Vale would like to know what the fuck went through Ducati's head to make them all go there for the PR shit.

Him. And Marquez. In the mountains.

He hasn't spoke to the spaniard yet, he thought Pecco was the one in the house currently, and he needed to ask a question, but when Marc had come downstairs the storm had begun and none of them could be freed from the other's presence.

Marc is shivering he notices, despite wearing a comfortable hoodie he's clearly cold, and for another stupid reason they don't have been given blankets to stay there.

He debates whether to do this or not, maybe he could let Marc freeze and it would be over like this.

He ultimately decides not to commit homicide and removes his own hoodie, passing it to Marc.

"No no I'm ok I'm not cold"

"You're shivering"

"I - it's not the cold"

"Then what is it? Enlighten me"

"Why you have to be an asshole?"

"You're giving stupid answers"

"I. I'm scared of the storm. I fear we'll be blocked here forever if it doesn't stop. I don't like to feel trapped"

It strikes Vale now.

How despite having grown Marc is still somehow a kid. Scared of a storm. Scared of being caged.

"You're scared of the storm"

"Don't joke about it Vale"

"I'm not joking it's just. Doesn't seem like you"

"Yeah and what would you know about what seems like me? WE haven't spoken in God knows how long"

"Well I do remember you liked how I made coffee because it was tastier than the one you had home"

Marc stops his pacing around, and looks deeply into Vale's eyes. Almost grazing his soul.

"I remember you're scared of wasps and for some reason not of bees"

"They're different and wasps are cruel, bees are not"

"Mh if you think so"

While the temperature between them seems to be warming the one in the house is rapidly dropping, and Vale tries to light up the chimney.

"Billion dollar man knows how to light up a chimney? I'm impressed"

"Allora, I'm not an idiot Marc eh, I know how to do things"

And Marc agrees. He also would agree to the fact Vale looks hot while doing them.

The heat provided from the wood burning is not much, but it's something, and Marc goes to sit directly in front of it, behind an imaginary line Vale traced not to make him burn.

He's in the kitchen meanwhile, making something, and the storm is not hinting to an end, it rather seems to be increasing in force and dimension.

And it's scary.

Marc feels more and more like he's going to die in there, but can't tell Vale.

He already told him he's scared, he can't tell him he fears he'll die trapped in here now.

He smells coffee, and before he realizes there's a cup in front of him.

"no sugar right? You are on a diet I suppose"

"Yeah no sugar. I mean we're all on a diet"

"Have you seen one of my riders following it after podiums?"

"No"

"There you go. You instead I never see you take something from the buffet"

"You look at me?"

"You and Pecco share a team. I see you doing stuff, I don't look"

At a particularly harsh blow of wind and snow against the window Marc winches, and his hertbeat can be heard in the whole house.

He feels so stupid right now, weak even, he's scared of the storm like a child.

He feels Vale scooting closer to him, and turns around in surprise but Vale is quicker.

"Can I hold your hand? So you are less scared"

And it's extremely stupid on both their parts, it seems like they're stupid teenagers who don't know how to talk to one another.

"Yeah"

They stay silent in fact, Vale just draws small circles on Marc's hand, slowly helping him relax, and eventually drift to sleep.

Vale doesn't know quite well what to do.

He's just offered to hold his hand and now Marc has fallen asleep with their hands tangled together. He looks cute tho.

No.

No no no let's not. Let's not dive into that right now.

But he truly looks ethereal.

His lines, the one that come up when he's awake and in pain and PR acting all day disappear.

He looks younger than he is, way younger than the 32 year old man he should see at his side.

He doesn't remove his hand from the hold. He could, but he doesn't.

He'll do it in the morning. Yeah. He'll wake up first and he will break the hold and never speak of this to anyone.

How he held Marc's hand during a storm because he was scared.

The morning after he does not wake first.

The other boys manage to make their way to the hut where the two of them were staying, and had basically broken in, since none of the two answered.

"I'm telling you guys, they killed each other"

"They're just sleeping pecco don't worry"

"You don't know anything Diggia they could have seriously killed each other"

"Or" there came Franky, who honestly was just fed up with the shenanigans between the two men. "They fucked"

"Ah shut up Franky"

They walk around the hut for a bit until they end up near the chimney, breath held by all three of them.

Marc is hugging Vale like a koala, none of them awake yet, the wood now turned to ash but still it's warm around the two.

Vale has got an arm around Marc's body, keeping him tight against him, and their hands are close.

Still in a hold, presumably from the day before Pecco supposes, as the three of them make their way back out to their own hut.

"Well that was close to my bet I'd say"

"I'm never gonna forget boss with Marquez now"

"Oh trust me Diggia you have seen nothing"

Vale wakes when Pecco shuts the door a bit too harshly, realising the position they both are in.

He should stop holding Marc's hand now right?

Right.

He'll do it later. When Marc is awake.

Maybe.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Maegor The Cruel Would Include:

Dating him, King Maegor Targaryen, the first of his name, is like dating a wildfire. He is passionate about his lovers and the relationships he invests in. His intensity and desire for conquest translate to his love life. You will be swept up in his passion as you share your goals and desires, pushing boundaries of pleasure, passion, and commitment to new heights. You will become his queen or, if you are a bold lover, his mistress.

Dating him would be like dating a ticking time bomb. On the outside, he may seem like the perfect guy; however, underneath, there is a darkness that awaits only one wrong move. One misstep and the floodgates will open, revealing a ruthless, cold, and cruel individual. It is not for the faint of heart to date him, but it is a thrill like no other. It's a risk versus reward situation. He will either end up ruining your life or you'll end up spending your life together. Only the brave need apply.

Dating him is both exciting and dangerous. It's exciting because he is the king, and he has the power to take what he wants. It's dangerous because he is a violent man, and he doesn't tolerate any challenges to his authority. So if you want to date him, you need to be prepared to accept the risks that come with it.

Dating him can also be a difficult task. He is a complex individual with many layers to uncover and dissect. He has a tendency to push people away and keep them at arm's length. Despite his harsh words and intimidating demeanor, however, there is a softer side to his personality that just needs to be coaxed out. He may be cold and distant for the majority of the time but every once in a while, he does let his guard down and show the person he is dating the affection, attention, and love you deserve. It just takes someone special to break through his walls.

Dating him would consist of countless adrenaline-rushing moments that will leave your life constantly hanging in the balance. He is not for the faint of heart and he does not apologize for that. He is a passionate individual, and he is not scared to show it. He loves to live life on the edge and he expects his partner to do the same. If you can't keep up with his pace, then it is time for you to move on. He is not a person who is afraid to speak his mind, and he expects the same from his significant other. It is never boring to date him, one way or another.

Dating him isn't all bad. He may seem cold, but that's just his exterior. Once you break through, you'll find a passionate individual who deeply cares about those closest to him, including you. He also knows how to have fun. He'll take you on spontaneous adventures and surprise dates. Despite his reputation, he is also romantic, and always the gentleman. He'll open doors and pull out your chair for you. But don't take his kindness for weakness; He's a fierce protector of those he loves and that includes you.

Dating him is like playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse. One day he might be kind, caring, and attentive, but the next day, he could be cold, aloof, and distant. It's hard to know which side of him you'll get, and that's part of the fun. It keeps you on your toes and guessing about his true intentions. It can be stressful at times, but it also keeps things exciting. And don't think you can get around him with gifts or sweet words. He'll see right through it.

Oh, jealousy. Jealousy can be a dangerous emotion in relationships. He is a very possessive individual. When it comes to the person he loves, he doesn't like to share your attention with anyone else. If he feels you're getting too close to someone else and he's not the center of your universe, watch out. He will do whatever it takes to protect what's his.

Affection is a tricky thing for him. He can be very affectionate and attentive when he wants to be, but there are just as many times when he can be emotionally distant and cold. As I said before, he's a ticking time bomb. One moment you could be cuddling up together watching a sunset and the next, he could be ready to throw down and fight. Don't let that fool you though, he does have a softer side. If you want his affection, all you gotta do is show him that you're truly one of his.

Marriage is his ultimate goal. He has always wanted to be married and have a partner by his side. When it comes to marriage, he's a very traditional guy. He wants a person who will be by his side, raise his kids, and take care of the home. He believes in the husband as the head of the household, and he expects you to play your role. He knows that's not popular for absolutely everyone, but that's the way he was raised and how he expects a family dynamic to be.

Children are everything to him. As I said before, his ultimate goal in life is to be married and have a family. He wants to have multiple children; and if the gods are kind, he'd like to have all boys. He wants his sons to grow up to be strong and fierce warriors, and his daughters to grow up to be as beautiful and intelligent as their mother. He wants his children to carry on his legacy and to continue the family line.

Well, if you end up dating, you'll quickly learn that he demands complete loyalty. He expects to be the center of your world. You will be expected to devote yourself to him, body and soul. He will give you a purpose in life, and you will fulfill it without question. If you want a life of passion and adventure, then he is the man for you. In return, everything you have could be taken away, leaving you with nothing. But that's half the fun, isn't it?

Dating him would be no ordinary experience. One moment, you could be laughing together and having the time of your lives. The next moment, he could be berating and shaming you as punishment for some misdeed or imagined slight. He's not one to hold back his feelings, whether they be positive or negative. He is known for his sharp tongue and his wit, and he will not hesitate to use them on those closest to him, if necessary. It's like walking on a tightrope; it can be exhilarating, but it's also dangerous.

Dating him is not for everyone. It's going to be a rocky roller-coaster with no guarantee that you'll emerge unscathed. He is unpredictable, he will push your buttons, and he will make you feel both ecstatic highs and excruciating lows, he's going to be controlling and jealous, and he may even scare you. He is not going to be your average boyfriend. He is not going to be Mr. Nice Guy. But, if you're looking for someone who'll keep your life spicy, dating him may be the right choice for you.

If you're looking for a man who is kind and gentle, look elsewhere. If you're seeking an adventurous and exciting relationship filled with adrenaline and drama, then he may be the one for you. Dating him is like playing with a lion; you must be prepared for the consequences. Be warned, dating him requires a strong heart and a brave soul. If you can handle the risk he presents, then you may just have a chance at finding true happiness, but it could ultimately cost you everything.

He has many kinks, such as bondage and other forms of domination/submission. He gets pleasure from seeing his love in bondage or other forms of restriction that show his ownership of you. He enjoys being in control over you and likes seeing you vulnerable and helpless to him.

His favorite kink is dominance and control. He likes to have complete control over his partner and loves to see you being submissive and obedient to everything he says. He may be somewhat rough and rough-housing in his sexual encounters but otherwise can be very gentle with you when you do something for him. He likes to reward compliance and will be very appreciative of it. He may have some sort of sadist tendencies as he will enjoy the pleasure of hurting his partner when you don’t obey him, to keep you under control.

Another kink that he has is the idea of his lover being so dependent on him. This turns him on as he knows he can do whatever he wants and you will come to him begging. He likes the idea of someone belonging to him. This could be tied in with the first kink as he enjoys having complete control over you.

Maegor may have another kink when it comes to punishment and discipline over his lover. He wants to punish you if you do something wrong or don't listen to him. This will make them submissive and do what he wants. He also likes to feel in control of his lover's actions and will always make sure you do what he says.

He also likes a challenge, so he will get into arguments with you and try to make you see things his way, if you give in he will get turned on by this. He also enjoys the power trip from knowing he is the only person you love and trust.

He also likes to experiment with different things to control his lover; for example, he may use different types of rope and restraints to tie you up and keep you from escaping, different toys, blindfolds, etc. He is also a sadist and likes to see his lover in pain and suffering. He might even get turned on knowing he has you tied up and helpless while he can do whatever he wants to you.

He is also turned on by the possessiveness and jealousy he feels over his lover, he wants you to be just his and only his.

[nqmonarch]

happy valentine's day!! <3 honestly anything for aventurine is fine, probably like what are your thoughts about him?

Happy very belated Valentine's day! I hope yours was wonderful anon!

Anyway I think my thoughts about Aventurine are uh... definitely out there. Normally when I write stuff I like to read the character's little lore things and read over character's quotes to make sure I'm depicting them well but Aventurine doesn't have much of that and my overall thoughts on him are straight up just my thoughts which are...

Aw he's baby :). I can't take him seriously x.x like I feel like under that haha let's gamble it all away front he is both terrifying but also so weak and vulnerable. Like I want to hold him in my arms and tell him he has meaning but at the same time I think he may be some kind of masochist (hot), I don't know he just gives off those vibes he's like "use me, as long as it's fun." Like okay man.

Aventurine is both the most and least predictable person you've ever met. His existence itself is like a gamble you can never tell what will come next, will it be the cocky and confident Aventurine edging you on to take his carefully laid out bait? Or would it be the pathetic Aventurine hiding beneath the surface of all his actions who's begging to be comforted?

He acts so nonchalant for someone that cares so much. It was the only reason you still tolerated him. You also cared about Aventurine but he didn't need to know that. He also didn't need to know about the lengths you went to in order to keep him out of trouble.

The two of you getting together was a miracle in itself. Because Aventurine would've never asked you out seriously. He would've teased you about it, and about your lack of a partner. Maybe he would've made a bet or two to make you hang out with him on a date. But he was too scared of commitment to give it a label.

Of course he would be scared of commitment when everything he's ever had, he's lost and everything he's gained isn't his own. How else would he be able to gamble everything he knows to be true so easily? It pissed you off to an extent, and made you hesitant to commit. What if that fucker used you in a bet? He probably wouldn't but everything with Aventurine was a gamble.

So one day after the idiot had almost gotten himself in trouble, only to be saved by his luck, you had angrily grabbed him by his neck and pressed him against the wall.

You were fine with him betting nearly everything from millions of credits to rare items. He wasn't allowed to bet his life though. Not when you were around. Because his life was yours. You wouldn't let Aventurine die.

Through an unorganized and incoherent train of thoughts you tried to express yourself to Aventurine and at first he teased you,

"You really care about me that much? You're a better friend than I thought you would be, how useful!"

But as those thoughts straightened out more into a heartfelt confession he began to quiet and freeze. Maybe if this was a game to him he'd be able to maintain his light hearted facade but you hoped you meant more. You'd known him for a while after all, and better than anyone else.

Aventurine, struggling to articulate his thoughts, only nodded at the end. Then you kissed him. His lips were hesitant against yours but his hands gripped onto your arms tightly, refusing to let go. He didn't want to seem desperate, he didn't want to seem like he cared, but the silent plea of his arms wrapping around you spoke words.

For the most part he acted as a complement to your personality. When you didn't go after him, he went after you always in an attempt to sweep you off your feet unexpectedly. When you went after him, he'd lay still and let himself be attacked unable to defend himself as a blush rose up his neck to his ears and cheeks.

A serious relationship was something new for the both of you. And given how Aventurine acted, and how you struggled to explain your emotions, the two of you ran into communication issues often.

But despite it all the two of you made it through. After all how can one better express love than saving the other's life?

Aventurine had foolishly bet his life again, this time for some inconsequential thing. The two of you had been talking to a new "friend" of his, that ended up having ties with your past. As such they'd managed to come across some minor family heirloom of yours and for some reason trying to barter with it for information.

You could've cared less but Aventurine for some reason took the bait. Inviting this "friend" to a gamble, in which if he won then he would receive Aventurine's life and assets something you thought to be overly dramatic. If Aventurine won he'd receive the heirloom and the information you'd actually come here for, the information that would allow you to blackmail the government of this planet into giving into the IPC.

Aventurine managed to lose, but it's not like it mattered. Since your bullet was through his "friend's" head in the next second. As he died you registered a small clicking sound and shielded yourself and Aventurine as the body exploded. Really? What a pain.

"The IPC will work even harder to get you killed if they know about this," You couldn't help but mutter, a frown on your face, "Is there anyone left we can contact for this?" Aventurine still had more contacts than you unsurprisingly.

Failure was always met with death for people like him.

"You want to talk to more people than me?" He spoke with mock offense and before you could retort he held out some papers, "He was useful until the very end." He joked and you frowned.

Your voice was beginning to raise in anger, "Did you have to go ahead and bet your life?"

He took a step closer, the documents disappearing, "You made the opening for me. Come on, don't be mad," His voice was coy as he grabbed your hand in his.

You didn't like it when he bet his life. If he was going to take such poor care of himself then his life would be safer in your hands. Aventurine had already begun to lead the way to your next destination and your eyes rested on him, analyzing every detail. They continued without pause until they found his neck, you wanted to cover that barcode on his neck up with bites.

When you got back to the hotel room you were staying at you found the heirloom resting on the bed, and you let out an aggravated sigh. "That bastard... I told him I didn't care about it." And you didn't but you opened up the music box nonetheless and a tune began to play out.

A few moments after it began you felt arms wrap around you and hot breath on your neck. You closed your eyes and leaned into Aventurine, "Your life will always be the most important thing to me," You spoke softly.

He stiffened and then relaxed, "That's a terrible decision."

He was annoying. Hard to communicate with. He was also always a gamble, you could never predict him. But he kept life interesting, he was interesting, and amusing. You didn't want such an adorable person to die.

Maybe one day the two of you would be able to have a completely serious conversation but that'd be a while, and for now you were content with the man that loves you who you love back.

Aventurine trying to avoid affection like an insect avoiding rain drops but you're a motherfucking tsunami.

I CANT BELIEVE I FINISHED THIS IT WAS SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG

I started it like a week after I got it and then had writers block on what to do but anyway yeah this is my take on ya boy Aventurine. He's kinda pathetic but I'm into that.

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hi! I want to thank you on the way you talk about The Marius Issue, it really helped me understand readings of it outside my own (i think most of the critique is very valid, and absolutely in line with the books and even with in-universe judgement on the events. Its just wild how many people seem to run on the few descriptors and believe that's all there is to it)

I am actually concerned that the way they introduced the idea of Marius, it would be easy falling into a kink-negative rabbit hole of "every Dom is inherently an abuser, every Sub is actually a victim and there is no way that dynamic could be fun or consentual". Because there has been similar thing already established with Louis and Lestat and now also with Louis and Armand. And then we will get to Daniel and Armand as well... That's so much revisiting to do, i am scared the show would not be able to pull it off, should we trust the writers?

For me, a cool thing about Armands and Mariuses relationship is that they affect each other pretty equally. Armand knows exactly where to push Marius to get what he wants, and Marius complies, always. Very often against reason. (EXPOSED! ThE MoSt ReASonAbLe TVC character is weak in the face of one specific boy and fumbles hard on his so-called Morals!)

Marius is portrayed to be very concerned for Amadeo distancing himself from humanity, and he tries over and over to push Amadeo back to it. His moral failure is that he can't do it fully, never actually commits to it - there is too much love, too much obsession and too much underlying conviction that Amadeo will recieve the Blood one day, hence the grooming.

There is so much nuance to it, like a fucked up tapestry of doom unrevelling its horrid beauty from the day Armand did not die in the brothel.

Yes, do trust the writers.

I know it was reduced to "dom/sub" in interviews, but I do think it is all a lot more complicated, and we see that already with how Loustat has shifted in this season already, despite it being "only" Louis.

We are on a POV show.

S3 will be Lestat's. I firmly believe we will have more characters there "chiming in", so to speak. There will not be a black and white picture of any of these characters, pun not intended - they will all be morally gray, and their actions understandable - and horrendous.

I am sure the show will make a very firm commentary re Marius, and I have a feeling that.... there maybe was a past to Daniel and Marius already, and now that Daniel knows... that commentary will come from him, maybe (after he remembers, of course). I think there is a lot of potential in it all, without watering anything down.

I disagree a bit that Marius is "only" weak in the face of Armand... there was more to it all in the books. Hints, mostly. The "ankles of the boys", for example.

I do think it good that the show makes it's commentary. And not everything they point out will be comfortable to acknowledge.

But I for one appreciate them for doing this.

[janeyshivers]

i'm sick of modern politics ruining JRR Tolkien's original vision

haha you thought this was gonna be about wokeness or Rings of Power or something didn't you dipshit. actually its about how Middle Earth: Shadow of Mordor (2014) has a bizarre hard-on for slavery apologia because it's unacceptable to call out the modern slavery we see in the prison system.

pretty much as soon as you start Shadow of Mordor, it draws a very hard line between the orcs in Mordor (bad, nasty, are using slaves to fuel their war effort) and the Men of Gondor (flawed but heroic, built and maintained the Black Gate with """prison labour"""). the slaves in Mordor must be liberated! most of the missions revolve around this! but the fact that Gondor also uses literal slaves is never brought up, because it's always elided as "prison labour", which is the same thing as slavery, with the crucial difference being that it's just the modern version that's still legal in modern-day prisons. and god forbid we bring any degree of focus to how the protaganist faction of mostly handsome white dudes actually engage in this kind of shit constantly, because that might almost border on social commentary. can't have that!

ok, that's shitty on its face, but i also think it actually misses a great oppurtunity to underscore Tolkien's original stories. don't get me wrong, i'm not trying to argue that the dude was a prison abolitionist or whatever. what i am arguing is that he was writing about Gondor as this kingdom that's slowly slipping into decline, corruption, and ruin because the royal line was broken. do i agree with that? fuck no, obviously not, royalty are parasitic swine and every kingdom on Earth would be better off without them. but if you're writing a modern followup to Tolkien's stuff, the slavery shit actually gives you a real oppurtunity to build on that. with a little tweaking, you could turn the slavery/"""prison labour""" dichotomy into a real illustration of how the slow rot of Gondor going to shit is making space for Sauron's return.

considering a lot of the Outcasts in Mordor who end up enslaved escaped from under Gondor's thumb, you could make a real argument that Gondor's breathtakingly evil policy of using slaves to maintain its defences was not only morally bankrupt by itself, but also delivered a population of defenceless slaves with nowhere to run to right into Sauron's lap. like the underfunding of the Rangers, like the lack of maintenance of alliances with kingdoms like Rohan, Gondor's weak and ineffectual political system under the Stewards is actively accelarating Sauron's return to power. again, i don't agree with making a story about how only the return of the king will fix the kingdom's problems, but if you're making a Tolkien story, that's the wheelhouse you're operating in.

the bones of this reading are in the game, but they're undermined by the game seeming to be utterly reticent to capitalise on it. at no point does a liberated Outcast slave say "hey actually, fuck you Talion, you and the other Rangers were as bad as the Uruk are". they are only ever deferential and grateful. even Dirhael's wife, who thinks Talion is a dick, doesn't go there. the orcs who are like "we're not so different, you and i >:)" only talk about how you like killing orcs, not the fact that you BOTH KEPT THE SAME FUCKING PEOPLE AS SLAVES. like it feels very deliberate that they don't go into this at all, like the devs are hoping you won't notice. this is ACTUAL "modern politics interfering with the story and themes of the game", far, far moreso than any like, black elf or woman with a big sword or whatever the fuck they've ever put in a Tolkien adaptation. the writers were too scared to commit to an idea that would have jived incredibly well with the themes of the story they were spinning off from, because it's a taboo to point out that the way prisons treat people in modern society is absolutely monstrous. genuinely craven shit.

[9800sblog]

hi jes! how've u been? i hope everything's fine as u read this.

may i request a "things/characteristics that might be a turn off or deal breaker for ateez"? i hope u haven't done something like this before hehe

thank u in advance and have a great day <3

-🪽

ateez deal breakers

based on tarot, a little difficult to interpret as they don't talk openly about relationships, take it with a grain of salt

seonghwa

4 of swords, the hierophant reversed, king of swords

dependence, people that need him to boss them around, that need him to be in control of the relationship, like someone who wouldn't make the first move or high demand people. stuck in their ways, close minded, negative, too introverted (isolated, lone wolves, etc), people that stay lied down in their room all day, people that sleep too much, people that worry too much and would complain and need him to be super nice. not being spontaneous, defensive, controlling and scared.

hongjoong

(he seems super busy these days, cards were jumping and my head and eyes started feeling heavy and my body tired 😮‍💨)

ace of cups reversed, the devil reversed, 6 of cups reversed

I don't think he likes people that are very experienced in relationships. he honestly might have a specific person in mind or just a really reaaaally specific type, so if you're anything different from that, you're just not his person. if he can't see himself being friends with them, having a friendship before and beyond a relationship. someone that doesn't wanna have kids. it honestly feels like he's looking for a soulmate so if you're not them, there's just no hope for you.

yunho

knight of pentacles, 5 of cups reversed, page of pentacles, bottom of the deck: the star

co-workers, other idols, celebrities (basically anyone he couldn't run from if they broke up). doesn't want someone that has just started their career or college students, he's done a lot in his life and he wants someone to match him. he doesn't wanna fix anyone or save them, he just wants someone he can chill with, so no negativity, hard work, pessimism, anyone that would bring his spirit down, he doesn't want to be "the energizer" of his relationship, that's his JOB. he also wants someone that can be around him often, so you can't travel/wander too much; doesn't want people that sleep around and/or just wanna hook up with him, he wants commitment.

yeosang

(always in such a good, lighthearted mood, it's energizing)

2 of wands reversed, temperance reversed, 10 of swords reversed

a wanderer spirit, his job is already so demanding and fast paced, he wants someone that will stick and, again, not travel too much. no patience, he doesn't like to be yelled at. someone that moves too much, doesn't chill, loud, etc. the 10 of swords is making me think of physicals, he prefers athletic builds, so people that don't work out, get tired easily, weak in general wouldn't be able to keep up with him and his preferences/hobbies.

san

2 of swords, 5 of pentacles, page of cups, 6 of pentacles

literally people that leave him out in the cold, don't share their thoughts and feelings with him, keeping secrets. someone that is too decisive, don't ask his opinions and inputs on things. san has changed a lot over the years, he may not want someone that met him before that, he'd feel stuck, so people from his hometown, childhood friends, trainees, other idols and people that his friends recommend may be totally out of question. he'd prefer someone in the same level of fame as him, he doesn't wanna do "charity work" (for lack of better words) or worry of gold diggers and would feel nervous if the other person was more famous.

mingi

(such a happy and innocent dude he's so cute so cute)

page of swords, wheel of fortune reversed, 7 of cups reversed

I could make a very lengthy post just about what mingi doesn't like, he's VERY picky. destiny plays a huge part for him, so basically every characteristic that doesnt match his idea of his soulmate is a deal breaker. but also (even platonically), people that are too nice to any and everyone like it's their job (literally the page of swords), wild, independent, party people, superficial, immature (in his terms). doesn't like people that aren't interested in soulful subjects and/or practices, people that don't think of the future (spontaneous, careless, etc.), or don't study. people that think/dream small, can't see beyond their physical reality, don't support his fantasies, people stuck in reality (he daydreams all the time and loves to dress up as anime characters in real life). etc etc etc there's a lot more coming through, but this is a good sum up, I think .

wooyoung

7 of wands reversed, 4 of wands, 5 of swords reversed

people that get offended easily, he does playful banter even with his mom, so someone too serious doesn't work with him. maybe people that pursue him are a deal breaker, he may like the chase. someone that gets along too well with his friends (he's said he doesn't think men and women can be friends without feelings). "boring" people that don't like to bend the rules sometimes.

jongho

(jongho never gives me permission to read for him, unless I'm totally 300% available so that's a hint)

justice reversed, the world, the empress, ace of wands reversed

impulsive, reckless, hasty, self critical and judgemental of him, unfair/full of prejudice. someone that is too similar to his friends and/or their partners. too independent and in control, don't need him, also doesn't want someone that has a hectic schedule or travels too much, because he takes it slow and steady.

[persephonememes]

* (  GOOD RIDDANCE BY GRACIE ABRAMS /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ i was bored out my mind ❜

❛ you're the worst of my crimes ❜

❛ i never was the best to you ❜

❛ i used to lie to your face twenty times in a day ❜

❛ it was my little strange addiction ❜

❛ i destroyed every silver lining you had in your head ❜

❛ we were too different ❜

❛ you were so sensitive ❜

❛ now i feel terrible about how i handled it ❜

❛ now i bet you resent all of me ❜

❛ i don't forget all of my fault in this ❜

❛ i deserve it though ❜

❛ you were there all the time ❜

❛ how am i supposed to put that gently? ❜

❛ down the road you will love me until you resent me ❜

❛ what if i'm not worth the time and breath i know you're saving? ❜

❛ the whole facade seemed to fall apart ❜

❛ part of me wants to walk away till you really listen ❜

❛ i hate to look at your face and know that we're feeling different ❜

❛ cause part of me wants you back, but i know it won't work like that, huh? ❜

❛ why won't you try moving on for once? ❜

❛ i know we cut all the ties but you're never really leaving ❜

❛ i'm thinking everything you wish i wasn't ❜

❛ the call was tough but you're better off ❜

❛ so won't you stop holding out for me when i don't want it ❜

❛ won't you stay for a while ❜

❛ i wish that you'd never leave ❜

❛ i know i know better ❜

❛ if you asked me to run away i'd go easily ❜

❛ i'm codependent but trying hard not to be ❜

❛ do you think we could talk? ❜

❛ yes, i know that he's my ex. but can't two people reconnect? ❜

❛ i'll always choose you ❜

❛ where do we go now? ❜

❛ there's nothing left here ❜

❛ i wasted my breath when i tried to console you, didn't i? ❜

❛ i know that i should hate you ❜

❛ i pulled the knife out my back, it was right where you left it ❜

❛ i just drank something strong to try to forget, but it wasn't right ❜

❛ i almost crashed my car ❜

❛ all i ever think about is where the hell you even are ❜

❛ i swear to god i'd kill you if i loved you less hard ❜

❛ after all of this time, i still get disappointed ❜

❛ it's kinda funny when it goes from all to nothing ❜

❛ you have to laugh before you start to cry ❜

❛ now i stop myself from holding on to something that makes me feel a little less alive ❜

❛ i see through you ❜

❛ where did you go? ❜

❛ why'd it feel louder when all of it went unspoken? ❜

❛ all i can do is hope that this will go away ❜

❛ she doesn't know i'd let her ruin all my days ❜

❛ i'm just scared of that commitment ❜

❛ i really think sometimes there's something that i'm missing ❜

❛ i should probably go back home ❜

❛ i hope i wake up invisible ❜

❛ i guess i'm just difficult ❜

❛ you were everything to me ❜

❛ i've been drinking and staying up too late reliving bad decisions ❜

❛ what am i supposed to do when you used to be my lifeline? ❜

❛ i've counted all the days since you walked away ❜

❛ i never could've seen you coming ❜

❛ i think you're everything i've wanted ❜

❛ you make me really nervous ❜

❛ i've never felt this close to someone ❜

❛ what if you're my weakness? ❜

❛ i feel homesick ❜

❛ i'll say whatever you want, but i've become such a liar ❜

❛ i used to follow my gut, but now i'm just getting higher ❜

❛ i've been thinking way too loud ❜

❛ i wish that i could block me out ❜

❛ i think i'm burning alive, but nobody sees the fire ❜

❛ 'cause when i open my mouth, i seem to be stuck in silence ❜

❛ i thought of leaving tonight, but i couldn't drive this tired ❜

❛ plus after all of this time, i should be a pretty crier ❜

❛ in my head, i make a mess of it ❜

❛ i'm getting tired of feeling delicate ❜

❛ i used to try, but nothing's helping it ❜

❛ it's not their fault, but i've found that none of my friends will call me ❜

❛ every voice in my head is trying its best to haunt me ❜

❛ i should be cool but i panic ❜

❛ words seem to cut so much deeper right to the bone ❜

❛ it's a sort of funny quiet feeling ❜

❛ lately i don't know what to believe in ❜

❛ i drove 100 miles an hour to forget you ❜

❛  how'd you walk away so easy? ❜

❛ you won't even look at me ❜

❛ i hate the fact that i miss you around ❜

❛ why's it feel like you don't even know me? ❜

❛ how are you looking at me like a stranger? ❜

❛ i took up walking to turn it all off ❜

❛ it doesn't feel bearable guess i thought when i left it would all stop ❜

❛ did i fall out of line when i called you? ❜

❛ when i told you i'm fine you were lied to ❜

❛ how could i think that all that i gave you was enough? ❜

❛ cause every time i get too close i just go mess it up ❜

❛ i heard that you're happier ❜

❛ i hope that you're sleeping well, knowing i'm not ❜

[starlightshadowsworld]

I don't think this will happen but I'm thinking about if Kunikida was the one to join the Port Mafia in the exchange.

Reasons being:

A way to learn more about him, given Kunikida is Fukuzawa's successor. And or how to break him if they go back to being enemies again.

To possibly fuck with Dazai cos that's his partner, cos self preservation who's she?

Or they asked for someone like Atsushi and Kunikida objects like no way absolutely not and that gets there attention.

Whatever way, somehow Kunikida ends up in the Port Mafia.

He would run that place so fucking efficiently it would make heads spin.

You kidding me? He's not even an executive or anything but somehow this man is booked and busy.

Paperwork is getting done on time, he probably organised a henchmens union while he was at it.

Mori explained his role and the first thing Kunikida asks is do you guys get dental?

People reckon he'll be a pushover and his ideals are nothing but words on paper, but Kunikida is nothing but committed to them.

Kunikida would go the entire time not killing anyone. Even it seems like the only way out.

Someone tries to order him too so and he snaps the gun in half. They say they'll kill him for disobeying orders.

And he walks away like you won't because your aim is shit.

Also adding my Kunikida has a criminal record for things like tearing off spikes of benches so unhoused people can sleep on em and stuff like that.

Kunikida's not like "your blood is Mafia black" but he's not a goody too shoes either.

Which is something the Port Mafia expected and quickly learn isn't true.

If Kunikida doesn't want to follow a rule or an order, he fucking wont.

It's as simple as that, he's got an iron will.

Kunikida regularly calls the agency and makes sure they're all doing well.

Of course he sees and witnesses things that are rough but man has his 2 hour scheduled break down and he's good to go.

Well not really but you get it.

Goes drinking with Chuuya, they both bitch about Dazai and become well acquainted.

Probably has tea with Hirotsu on the weekends.

Kunikida doesn't take shit from anyone, he'll sit and listen to Akutugawa rant before raising an eyebrow like "you done?"

But he'd also look out for him and everyone else he's with. They are allies afterall.

Imagining Akutugawa getting injured on a mission and Kunikida just creates a first aid kit. Akutagawa is just like excuse me no.

And Kunikida rolls his eyes, patches him up in an alleyway and than helping him get home. All without complaint.

Even asks later if he's okay, Akutugawa is like why do you care? And Kunikida looks at him like it's ridiculous for him to even ask before Akutugawa admits he's okay.

It's not a thank you but Kunikida will take it.

Kunikida who's open with his emotions and yet it's never seen a weakness.

He's also crazy strong, and it's so shocking the first time anyone sees his strength.

People trying to scare him and he's like I am Dazai's partner and I used to teach maths to teenagers, you can't do shit.

Without meaning too or realising it he starts to gain their begrudging respect.

I'm not saying Kunikida would thrive in the Port Mafia.

I'm saying the Port Mafia would thrive with him.

[mayimkjs]

An In Depth Look At Mikoto, John and Midokoto

Taken from the FOOL's MATE research doc

Mikoto

Name: Mikoto (尊 / ミコト)

Other names: Aokoto (葵コト), Bokukoto (僕コト), Bluekoto

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Birthday: October 6th

Role: Host

Color: Blue

Foil: Kotoko, John

Tarot Card: The Hanged Man

Card Position: Upright 

Pronouns: Boku / 僕

Voice Type: High Baritone / Low Tenor

Likes: Shopping, Darts, Photography, Cycling, Horse meat sashimi, Pasta, Bubble tea, Pudding 

Diskiles: Staying up all night working, Reptiles, Violence

Personality: 

T1: Happy-go-lucky, Bubbly, Pacifist, People-pleaser, Energetic, Stubborn, Friendly 

T2: Friendly, Isolated

Details

Has fairly neat but quick handwriting.

Scared of John.

John has hinted that he may be suicidal and he cries himself to sleep some nights.

Laughs when he’s suffering.

Self conscious and wants to look like an adult.

Let's people walk all over him but he may not be as spineless or passive as he seems.

Started being uber positive when he started his current job.

Good speaking skills and he’s easy to talk to.  

He’s an extrovert. 

He might be a perfectionist.

Mikoto was already insanely popular after the first voice trailer. With the release of "MeMe" he became the most popular character.

He has an unhealthy obsession with how others see him. 

He’s likely been around as an alter for a long time, if not his entire life.

He may think he deserves all of the abuse he receives from his peers. 

He ignores his issues and pretend they don’t exist.

He’s proactive. 

He use to smoke cigarettes but he switched to vapes at some point. He started to do so to fit in at work. During Season 2, he stopped smoking all together. 

Often confused af

Tries to adapt to the situation.

Doesn't know what crime he committed and suspects that he got involved by mistake

Parents divorced when he was very young

Has a younger sister

He’s a graphic designer that’s bad at drawing. He works at a top notch advertising company and got this job right after he graduated college. His coworkers and boss exploit him and he’s overworked because of it. 

The other prisoners can hear noises coming from cell in the middle of the night

Can drink a lot of alcohol and used to drink a lot in university 

Did the bare minimum needed to get into a good company.

He believes he has a bad memory and sleepwalks. 

He isn’t a good sleeper and it’s rare that he gets a good night's rest. 

Has a habit of pulling his hair.

John

Name: John (ジョン)

Other names: Akakoto (赤コト), Orekoto (俺コト), Redkoto

Gender: Male

Age: Young

Birthday: Recent

Role: Protector 

Color: Red

Foil: Mikoto, Midokoto

Tarot Card: The Fool

Card Position: Upright

Pronouns: Ore / 俺

Voice Type: Mid Toned Baritone

Likes: Mikoto 

Dislikes: People flaunting themselves, Acting high-and-mighty, People who can't speak in a straightforward manner, Things that harm Mikoto

Personality: 

T1: Hostile, Impulsive

T2: Distant, Blunt, Hot-headed, Rational, Stoic, Desperate  

Details

His name is derived from the term “John Doe”.

Prone to violent outbursts and is very strong.

Very protective over Mikoto. He's willing to do anything for Mikoto's sake.

Truly sorry and regrets his actions.

Wants to disappear and take all of Mikoto's pain and weakness away with him.

Good speaking skills. 

Has messy handwriting and doesn’t seem to know how to write kanji. 

He’s right handed.

He is “new” and has essentially been a husk until recently. 

Due to the stress Mikoto was under in T2 because of his T1 verdict, John fronted more causing him to stabilize more.

He thinks that he’s a monster and things would be better had he stayed that way instead of developing to where he is now. 

A sort of “feel bad for me” type at times.

He may be the one that’s making noises in his cell at night.

He was born from Mikoto’s stress and fronts to deal with said stress. 

He might have self destructive coping mechanisms seeing that the damage to Mikoto’s uniform appears to be self inflicted. 

He’s likely the one making noises at night.

His identity is heavily tied to his role as protector. 

In his eyes, he failed as a protector by getting Mikoto into this situation.  

He’s reactive. 

Midokoto

Name: Midokoto (ミドコト)

Other names: Midorikoto (緑コト), Kyūseishu (救世主), Greenkoto

Gender: ??? (likely male)

Role: Gatekeeper

Color: Green

Foil: Mikoto, John

Tarot Card: The Hanged Man

Card Position: Reversed

Pronouns: Ore / 俺, Boku / 僕

Personality: Calm, Emotionless

Details

Currently has the fan-given name, Midokoto (ミドコト). His name is based on “Midori”, which means green. 

Calm and blank faced

Smokes real cigarettes

Very similar to Mikoto but also possibly a control freak and very stubborn 

Seems to reinforce and enable John’s violent yet protective nature

Possibly prefers to observe things.

He is more distantly related to the others compared to how closely depicted Mikoto and John are. 

He’s likely been around for a while. 

Not present in "Double".

[ultfreakme]

What do you think are Akashi and Furihata’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic? Sorry if you've answered these questions before.....

P.s

If you want to answer the questions above with Zuko and Sokka's dynamics, I don't mind....

OOh i haven't answered this before (I'm like, 60% sure, but i feel like I did, either ways I'm answering).

Akashi Strengths: He's committed, unrelenting in pursuit of his goals, never gives up, ruthless and dedicated. I like his ambition and wish I had even an ounce of that. He's also very confident and assertive.

Weaknesses: Doesn't know how to cope when his plans do fail, he crumbles like a cookie. He's so controlling and I think he has this set, specific plan, and if it doesn't go the way he expects he just collapses with no way to get back up.

Furihata

Strengths: Determination, resilience, commitment, dedication. I think he's also the type to like, go all in if he's doing something. He joined the basketball club to impress a girl but he eventually gets more invested in b-ball to the point he just never mentions the girl again and keeps training despite knowing he'll never match up to GoM.

Weaknesses: Quick to get scared, low confidence. I honestly can't think of any prominent or truly debilitating weaknesses for Furihata. Like I always say his most memorable scenes are of him freaking out but who wouldn't in the situations he was put in? And even then, he recovered and kept going. He's got a lot of small shortcomings like any regular human but he recovers from it pretty quick.

I love the AkaFuri dynamic because of the way their strengths and weaknesses compliment each other. While Akashi on the outside looks very strong, immovable even, we see how quickly he kinda collapses when he's faced with even the prospect of failure. Furihata on the other hand is very familiar with falling short, he knows full well that he doesn't know everything or has the ability to overcome people better than him, but he tries anyways. Akashi on the other hand, would freeze if he doesn't have a plan. I think Furihata can teach Akashi that it's fine to fail sometimes, that's how you learn. Losing isn't something to fear and even that allows you to have good takeaways.

Akashi knows his own worth and can figure out his caoabilities, and I think that kinda ability to evaluate onself can help Furihata gain confidence in himself.

They seem like they'd get along if they got to properly speak, and I have a hc(which I'm convinced would be canon) that in the tird-year, Furi would be team captain for Seirin and Akashi is obviously for Rakuzan. There's this character bible that says Furihata' the one who gets the first-years of Seirin, including Kagami and Kuroko, to do what they're supposed to. I think the word used for him was something like 'mediator' or 'leader'. So, Captain x Captain!!!! The boy who once cowered and couldn't even stand against Akashi meeting him on equal footing!!!

ONTO ZUKKA!!

Sokka

Strengths: Creativity, resilience, leadership skills, he's very practical, ability to stay calm in difficult circumstances, surprisingly forgiving.

Weaknesses: Doesn't ask anyone for help, bottles up his insecurities and emotions, pessimistic, cynical as hell.

Zuko

Strengths: Strength of character, he's like a cockroach he just keeps coming back he cannot be defeated, inner strength, this ability to just love people, compassionate(yeah, wild).

Weaknesses: He's a one trick pony imo like man has 5 moves, doesn't think anything through, not very good at communication.

I like their dynamic because of the Boling Rock episodes tbh. They make a very good team, it's the compliment of Brain & Brawn. They also have the Akafuri thing, where Sokka needs all his plans to go exactly right or he freaks out, while Zuko is familiar with failing and so he can teach Sokka how to embrace that. They're both such nerdy dorks in their own way, and I think their interactions are hilarious.

thanks for the ask anon!!

[f0xysthings]

Yandere Kaynar x reader

Language: English

Kaynar is a crazy man, just insane, he is the classic Yandere "love me or I will kill everyone you love". You met in prison, let's face it it's a horrible place to meet someone, you had been arrested unfairly, your ex best friend had committed a horrible crime, and somehow he managed to blame it on you and get you caught and taken to prison, you tried to prove your innocence but it was too late, you were already behind the saddle, hungry and thirsty.

At the beginning everything was very difficult, you were made fun of by the other prisoners, after all you were weak and fragile, even though you were angry at the insults you preferred not to retaliate for fear that something much worse would happen. On any given day at lunch time, you noticed a jackal sitting on a bench far from the others, this jackal as far as you could remember was next to his saddle, he was a mysterious man, always talking to himself, laughing to himself, to talk the truth was quite unbearable being his saddle neighbor, but as you are a curious person you decided to sit next to him to try to start a conversation. "Hi what is your name?" You asked nervously. "Tell me your name first, sweetie." Kaynar said. "My name is Y/N, what about yours?" You asked, trying not to sound nervous. "Kaynar." After that, you started sitting next to Kaynar every lunch, starting a strange friendship, he defended you from the other prisoners and you defended him. It didn't take long for Kaynar to realize that he developed more feelings than friendship for you, he didn't want to accept that he loved you but it was inevitable, he had already fallen into the claws of love and there was no escape. He spent nights dreaming and imagining what it would be like to touch your skin, your soft skin, what your blood would taste like? How does your flesh taste, with each passing day he became more crazy about you, so much so that there was a time when the prisoner flirted with you and Kaynar simply went crazy, and Kaynar just lose his mind and advanced on the prisoner. Other prisoners tried to stop Kaynar but they didn't do very well. That day Kaynar killed 11 prisoners and with that the guards took him to a special room, but unfortunately for the guards, a small army of lizards appeared to free the bloodthirsty dog. After finally being free he runs to you saddle, to save you from this shitty place. Upon arriving in you saddle a manic smile appears on his face, seeing your scared form made him feel sooo good.

"Kaynar, what's going on?" You said looking at the huge man in front of you, the sight was terrifying his red eyes stared at you with hunger. "I came to save you, sweetheart." Well after saving you, he started keeping you in a cave with the excuse of "you're mine, you don't need anyone else but me."

After a few weeks, you started living with Kaynar, he had managed to find a small cave and prepared it for you to live. Obviously he doesn't spend much time with you, even if he wanted to he can't because sometimes he has to go to Mumm-ra's base, to serve his master and be able to satisfy his thirst for blood. He hasn't told anyone about you because he believes that if he tells you they'll want to take you away from him, even though it doesn't seem like he's very insecure, he's very afraid of you abandoning him for someone else, and to avoid that he locks you up so that you don't run away and close the entrance to the cave with a stone just in case, leaving you completely trapped and yearning for his return.

Even though he keeps you captive, he is a very affectionate man, always smelling you and kissing you and sometimes telling you how adorable you are. But if he wakes up in a bad mood, don't expect him to be super affectionate, because he won't, don't irritate him, he won't hesitate to hit you. In the cold, he always sleeps close to you to keep you warm, he stinks a lot so it's quite unpleasant, but at least you're warm. He loves when you pet him, especially his chin and ears.

He is a jealous man, so in addition to preventing you from having contact with other people, he will kill everyone you know, be it an ex-boyfriend or even a best friend. Well speaking of that he killed your ex best friend, the one who got you arrested, he somehow found out where he was and killed him in the most brutal way possible, before killing him Kaynar ripped out his tongue, fingernails and of his feet, one by one and in the end he killed him by cutting off his head, and to make matters worse he took his head to you, glorying in having killed someone who made him suffer. He is a romantic man, he always brings you little gifts, including dead animals, parts of people and sometimes pretty flowers.