#either way... you know him well you know he's not normal you know he's got weird attachment issues

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Ideas to feed the kiddos before I disappear to cry (Yandere NightClub)

I live in a state of depression so deep that a YouTube short is the only reason I've popped back in to bless you with a concept. I hope to finish my Greek mythology oneshot but we'll see.

Also, ya'll loneliness is scary so stay safe and know that cheese cares how you're doing. That's right I'm actively promoting a parasocial relationship between me and my readers (jokes (unless-))

Genders not final okay so don't be shy to ask for another gender than the one I use

Imagine for me (this can apply for any of my fandoms as well):

You my cute little MC are a bartender at one of the sketchiest clubs. Either you are a complete airhead, no one else would hire you (criminal record), or you getting that big bag (your boss spoils you).

Because of this you have seen the poisonous underbelly of the city you live in because this club only seems to attract the worst people (yanderes). Under the influence of alcohol these people tell you all their deepest darkest secrets (you need therapy more than ever). Gods forbid you even think about being nice to them or giving them advice. Kidnapping didn't go well. Maybe you should go on a date (like a normal person). Or you could just drug them (that was sarcasm on your part).

Now you've got repeat yandere clientele asking you to help them with their darlings believing you to be some expert in the field (you'll say anything for the money or you just stupid stupid).

Some of these people might just be looking for a way to kidna-court you. These questions about your exact height and weight are very invasive.

Beware to these clients because your boss and coworkers won't let these "customers" have you that easily (all are trained killers).

Rich flirty childish boss who wants to give you the world just stop calling him "kid" he's/she's/they're five years older than you (bad case of the baby face). Wants to wrap you in his/her/their fluffy pink coat and take you home (to his/her/their cozy luxury condo). Honestly kinda want to either write an absolute boss babe or twink if I'm making an oc of this person.

Fellow bartender who is the most normal of the bunch. Pretty tall and bulky but a total sweetheart who gives you the best advice (keeps people from giving you spiked drinks). Constantly offers you rides home; they can't have you walking by yourself people want to snatch you up (them too). Probably the most normal to get into a relationship with and won't do too much against your will (unless you get hurt). Himbo vibes (genderless)

Bouncer of the club is intimidating and bulky and also very shy. Wants desperately to talk to you and tell you how he/she/ they feel but oops they just put the fear of a thousand gods into you. Thinks you're absolutely precious and wants nothing more than to take you away from all this (wants a cozy home with as many animals as possible (you'll have to stop this person from adopting all the animals in the city))

Stripper/consort who is very down to earth and flirtatious at the same time. They are a whore but know when to tone it down (consent is sexy). They get all touchy and apologize claiming it's just second nature to them. Always offers a free lap dance or something else if you're up for it ;).

And anyone else you can think of please don't be afraid to ask.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: No summary, rather tame, but this like a warning of how far Blasius can go. However, I didn’t include everything as to not spoil his story.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k.

TW // Smut, Tentacles, Things Where It Shouldn’t Be, Crossing Humane Boundaries.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| {Set Validity}

You’re not quite sure how you got an appendage stuck down your throat with your hands grasping up at Blasius like your life depended on it. You were just trying to move about your own house in the kitchen. Trying to find something to make, swaying your hips then bam! You're suddenly laid back on your own counter with your legs spread open for a certain, bulky marine to take place like he does fit. His armor body completely leaning over yours as the openings in his armor give a squelching sound. The ceramite pieces moving up and down in a breathing-like pattern, telling you that he is not what he seems like from very up close.

“Blasius.” You breathe and talk when you can. Without feeling his tentacles go beyond the humane boundaries of the back of your mouth and down your throat. Feeling like he was searching for something inside of you; trying to push himself further down (without hurting you of course). You were grateful when… throatfucking? With Blasius as you’ve practically trained yourself not to gag at his peculiar actions. His actions that were claimed to be more brutal than what you have read in the books and seen in a couple of movies…

In all honesty? You didn’t think it was too bad. To be… tentacle fucked by the Death Guard. To feel how he could reach places no other sexually active man could, but like a… a doctor could… It was strange, but not bad at all. Pleasurable really. There really wasn’t a time you felt like shit in the morning or at nights or the next… day? Or was it weeks? Either way, you felt too numb and tingly inside to even feel and think about the possible pain he could bring you. If you think he did, you’re pretty sure he would succumb to a lowly puddle as his goal was not to make you feel bad at all. He wants you happy with possible kin growing inside of you.

He creates this… slime around his mass? When he goes to town with you, lathering you with it. It’s nothing harmful sexually or even normally. More like it was just a type of… saliva lobs? Acts like a lubricant and scent marker more or so, but he only produces it when he thinks he’s going to get hot and heavy with you like right now. The joint's of his armor is starting to get slick and drip down onto your clothing. More tentacles coming out to rub the strange slime into your clothing and wrap himself around you the more he can stick and shove his tentacles inside of you, very eager to stuff you with everything he can.

He rumbles down at you, saying the only thing he knows how to speak. “Nest Mother, Nest Mother, Nest Mother.” His words only increasing repetitions when he can smell and feel you weaking beneath him; slowly submitting to his ways of trying to mate with you. He knows immediately what makes you tick. What makes you scream and squirm, and he absolutely loves it. Loves to make you feel overstimulated and at his mercy. He is just doing so well! Isn’t he? Oh, he is! Look at your tearful eyes! Your body is restricting around him too! Let him take care of you like this every day, yes? Yet, he knows you like your independency…

Though, that doesn’t stop him from trying to put a baby inside of you. From anywhere he can: stomach (god damn Xenomorph,) womb, ovary’s, urethra(male.) He will have his damn dream of filling up a nest with his own, blooded kin one way or another. Even at the cost of talking to a Thousand Son to somehow up his chances. Perhaps, he can learn a thing or two from them too.

However, right now he’s just focused on the tight heat of your mouth. How your muscles still pulse with warmth when he’s so far down, nearly going past your diaphragm. His tentacle a bit curled and constricting as he makes sure you can still breathe out of your nose so he can continuously explore the anatomy of a female human. He had too many calls where you have passed out on him, and he gets really sad, and whimpers about it. Believing that he immediately becomes a bad mate towards you for his instinctual actions.

You can feel how everything curls inside of you though. It doesn’t hurt, just… strange. It feels evasive, but it’s gentle. It confuses your brain just a bit. Should it push; throw up this foreign thing out of you? Should it not? You seem to like this thing down you a lot… You’re still taking his tentacles either way. He won’t mind the acid in your stomach. Hell, he eats people. You're the most delicious thing he will tenticalfuck. Anything that tastes of you is better compared to what the grandfathers' brews.

You groan as a squelch sounds out between your saliva coated lips. The tentacles deep in your throat showing no mercy, testing your own limits. Your hands patting Blasius armor that was- is practically curled around you: your hands patting him 3 times. Your senses a bit overwhelmed whenever he tries to push the limits of humanoid you.

He rumbles lowly in response, but ever slowly and purposefully drags his own tentacle out of your throat, mouth then back into his mass with swirly motions. A rather excessive amount of your own saliva and his slime still connecting to two of you by the bottom of your lips and his moving mass beneath his armor. It truthfully should have felt disgusting, sinful, but something in your mind just… blocks those thoughts. You find nothing wrong, nothing dirty about taking in this very much inhumane creature before you with the lower half of his armor trying to rut up into you between your legs.

“Oh, Blasius.” You sigh his name, leaning your back down a bit on the cold counter. A shiver going through your body as your legs try to move around his mass and hook around him, and you do, in a way. Your legs ending up under his armor and squeezing slightly at his mass. The slime of him, and the internal heat of him more sensible there while you can feel his armor cover your legs as well. His gauntlets, full of gleaming tentacles exploring the side of you for a second before he seems to get impatient at your show of submission. What he perceives as submission: lowered forms, rears up and even just laying down. His gauntlets squeezing at your hips, trying to pull you as close as possible. Trying to engulf you with only him.

He rumbles again at you, his shifting helmet looking you up and down like he was asking you off something. He may be impatient, but at least he was asking for permission now rather than before, taking you as he likes. Taking you every time you were already pleasing yourself. Your mind in a blissed state to let him take you then. Yet, over time he has learned to take well, sometimes take foreplay and permission into consideration. Mostly when you seem frustrated; possibly angry at him.

His tentacles swarm around you, spreading that slime all over you. Some appendages slowly slipping up the arm holes of your shirt, bottom of your shirt, the legs holes of your pants, zipper, and waistline. Leaving nothing untouched by him. A low coo coming from him when he finds your heat between your legs. His tentacle automatically dipping between your folds, slowly going up and down, testing you. Feeling how ready you are for him. How wet you are for him.

He can hear you sigh contentedly at him. Feeling how you gently roll your hips back into him, accepting of his actions of mating with you. A sweet, quiet purr leaving him as he moves the tentacle against your entrance to push and curl inside of your pulsing walls. Loving how you mewl out and arch your back for him. His tentacles in your shirt taking immediate attention to wrap around you, trailing down your spine before coming back around to settle on the underside of your breasts, pulling your upper body up a bit closer to his curling form. He was just practically holding you just by himself rather the kitchen counter he placed you on.

He, however, is not much for pleasure himself. Don’t get him wrong, he’ll breed you and keep you warm on his tentacles for weeks if he was in his season, and out of it. He just likes to swim in your pleasure. He can smell your arousal after all, feel it too when he curls his tentacle inside of you just right. Another mewl and a bit of a ramble leaving your lips he violated just moments ago. Your sweet sounds practically praising him as a good mate the more he explores deeper inside of you. The tip of his appendage gently licking at your cervix, preparing you for him just to go a bit deeper than no human man could.

Tilting his helmet, he gently nuzzles against your slime covered collarbone to try and calm you as he felt your body shutter at the sudden touch to your cervix. Again, to you, it didn’t feel painful at all to you, just strange and definitely felt far better than going to the doctors when they have to check you down there with their metal, cold tools. He was a far better candidate to check you… That is if he wasn’t trying to breed you all the time.

He waits until you nuzzle into his helmet, your own little sounds of whimpering coos escaping you, and he finds it absolutely adorable. His appendage inside of you gently squirming against your cervix, trying to get through to your womb when he would have the most success in trying to fertilize you. His tentacle giving a few more wiggles and pops through. Your body shuttering and going limp violently around him, and he thrills at you. Nuzzling back into you, keeping you close while he holds still within you. Waiting just a bit to stuff your little womb full of him.

He may finish; breed you quickly, but not with you feeling like pure jello in the morning. Your body unable to walk for at least half the day, stuck with a very prideful Death Guard that has cleaned himself up quite nicely, but he left you covered in a layer of his slime. His helmet always cooing down at you while his gauntlets keep you down on the bed. Revoking you of your rights to be independent. Actually growling at you when you continue to ignore his clear demand of staying in bed. Not to take a shower that would wash off what keeps you fine and dandy, smelling like him. He figured that one quick…

[littlevices]

What is this man!? Or: Me Overthinking Reigen's Fighting Ability, lol

Reigen Arataka. 28 years old. Used to be a normal salaryman. Runs Spirits and Such Consultations and is the self-proclaimed "Greatest Psychic of the Twenty-First Century.

Where did he learn to dropkick a bitch?

No, seriously. Where did he learn half the shit he does. Sure, you can explain his punches as something he can learn with his green belt, but not the fact that not only did he dropkick someone, he rebounded and landed on his feet. That is almost some Dimple level acrobatics for someone without any supernatural abilities or enhancements.

Sure, we can chalk it up to anime logic all we want, but that's not as fun, so I'm going to ramble and overthink instead. (As I do.)

Disclaimer: Some spoilers for later events in the show.

Okay, so. Reigen has a surprisingly large repertoire of skills. Some of this I can chalk up to his family life.

His father is apparently a local politician/civil servant, his mother a housewife, and his sister a bank employee.

Clearly Reigen gets his speech skills from his father, and maybe some of his other tricks, like using rice as glue, may even be from his mother. Granted I'm probably stretching that a bit. He could have just as easily learned that from trying to save money, lol.

We also know he didn't fit in while in school, which, as we all know, can lead to instances of bullying. Whether that bullying is physical or not, who knows. All I've seen looking around is that he apparently got skipped over when it came to games and stuff, but there could have been more to it.

Where am I going with this? You'll see.

So, the green belt. We know from season one that Reigen specifically says he has a green belt in shorinji kenpo. Now, I will be the first to admit I don't know much of anything about martial arts on a deep level. I can, however, do some quick research *cough* google *cough* (Do you think Reigen would be proud of me, lol).

According to what I've found, a green belt in a number of martial arts can be anywhere from beginner to a beginner-intermediate or even intermediate level. It depends on the martial art of course, but I think also the school. The same seems to apply to what I could find on shorinji kenpo. Or Kempo, because that's what I keep finding, someone please correct me if need be. I think people have also called it Xiaolin Martial Arts, which I also took a brief look at, but the concept appears similar there as well. Now, let's give Reigen the benefit of the doubt considering what we've seen him actually do, and assume the man went to a pretty decent school. A green belt is clearly not a master level or even a high level belt. If anything, though, this means the man can handle a regular petty thug just fine, and we've seen that. The seance scene in season 1 by itself proves that easily.

However, it's the other stuff that makes me wonder.

Again, this man drop kicked a dude, an esper that was currently using his power by the way, then rebounded off him to land on his feet. Beyond the dropkick itself, which from what I understand is impractical in a fight, he also rebounded. Rebounding can be hard to do off a stationary object, let alone a person. Yet here Reigen is, doing it causally off an esper that controls gravity.

His punches are also pretty damn devastating. Again, he can knock people out. He did this during the seance, but then tried it on Muraki. While he didn't knock him out, he definitely did some damage.

Not only would he need to be strong to do this, he'd also need to be fast. He's also fast enough that someone like Suzuki had to make a clone of himself to dodge Reigen's fist, rather than block or just dodge it normally. Either Suzuki was feeling extra that day (much to Sho's chagrin) or Reigen caught him off guard enough he actually had to use his powers.

This brings me to the next point.

Reigen knows how to hold a gun.

No, no. Wait, hear me out. Yes, I know it's a toy gun, but it is still a toy gun supped up on psychic energy. Not only does Reigen hold it nice and steady, he's got some damn good aim. That shot went for Suzuki's face or at least his throat.

Now, granted, I hear airsoft is a popular past time in Japan, so maybe that's where some of it comes from, which is still pretty neat.

He also didn't hesitate to shoot. One look at Mob and he pulled the trigger. Suzuki got one warning before that, and he didn't even get the chance to defy it before Reigen shot. Now, Reigen is a smart man, he probably figured the gun wouldn't work, but damn if he didn't try. Honestly, he was probably panicking and kicking himself on the inside, but he certainly didn't show it.

There's also the fact that, when you look, Reigen almost always instinctively knows to protect his head and neck when he gets thrown around. It's probably the most obvious in the Mogami fight when he gets picked up and slammed, but you can see it in the final episode as well when getting flung around by ???'s tornado.

This man has either gotten enough sparring that he knows to do this on instinct, or he's been in enough scraps that he's had no choice but to learn or get concussed. Also, in the Mogami arc, Reigen tries to stop Mogami (in Minor's body) by kicking him in the head. Mogami was moving very fast, but Reigen's kick did land.

Too bad it was Mogami and not any one else because it might have worked.

He also knows a couple knee strikes, which again was used on a moving target.

Now, let's step back and bring up Reigen's family again. There's always the possibility that Reigen got his green belt young due to his father's occupation. Now, that might only apply if his father was a rather important one, but still something to consider. It could have also been in self-defense if the bullying he faced in school got physical. I personally think Reigen got his green belt at an older age, earliest highschool, but obviously there's nothing to back that up. It also makes me wonder just how many of his clients have gotten violent, because while he did flinch at the knife during the seance, he also didn't hesitate to deck the dude.

This doesn't even bring up the fact that Reigen knows all kinds of massage techniques (I heard that his family wanted him to be a massage therapist, but I don't know if it was said where that information came from), psychology, his ability to cold read people, and everything else this man does.

Granted, a lot of his effectiveness comes from him being smart and charismatic. This man is a manipulator and thank god he's got morals because holy hell the damage he could do being able to manipulate Mob.

Or the damage Mob could do if anything serious happened to Reigen. >.>;

All in all, I think Reigen has gotten into way more scraps than is suggested. I feel as if he might have had a rougher life at school than what little hints we've gotten. That whole thing with the Separation Arc felt kind of like him projecting onto Mob, but I could be wrong. Personally, I headcanon Reigen as being something of a truant and/or delinquent (or at least a gremlin) when he was younger, but that's just me, lol. I do think he's had a rougher go of it than he likes to tell, though.

I know I didn't cover absolutely everything here, like Shimazaki, and that there's probably more context or something in the manga, but this post was already long enough and I haven't read the manga in full yet so apologies if there is missing context.. If you made it to the end of this post, I want to both thank you, but also apologize for my long winded rambling, lol. I just - Have no idea what to make of Reigen and all that he does. It doesn't help that a lot of his backstory is fairly non-existent. We only know tidbits about this conman, but I guess that's part of what makes him interesting.

Well, hopefully you had fun reading this post as much as I had making it. I know most of this can probably be just anime logic, but I had looking into it at least! If this wasn't a world of espers, Reigen would probably fairly formidable in a fight, on a physical level anyway. He's already like that on several others already, lol. This sweaty rat just always seems to grab my attention. . .

[racoon3lizabeth]

Art critics at work: part two

part 1 | part 2

summary: remus dislikes a lot of things. not just the teachers lounge but the cafeteria as well. But what he didn’t know is that someone else is using his secret place to eat.

notes: this was sort of rushed and not as well written as the first part. I’ve been having a lot of writers block so that’s why. but next part will be longer and much more well written! buuuuuut I hope you like it either way!!

remus lupin x fem!reader

Eating lunch at school should be illegal if you ask Remus. At least as a teacher. Not only does he sneak into the art classroom to print papers, which he had completely forgotten to do when he stumbled upon the new teacher, he also tries to sneak away during lunch to eat in peace. Hence as to why he always brings his own lunch.

Sirius and him usually eat together. Sometimes outside on the benches or in Remus' classroom. But that’s why Wednesdays are the worst. Their lunch breaks are normally at the same time but unfortunately not in the middle of the week. So he’ll have to eat alone because there’s no chance he’s eating in the cafeteria.

With his salad in hand he walked out the front door, turning right to continue down the path which leads down to three couples of tables. The wooden tables are all rectangular with two bench seats. Lightened up by the yellow spring sun.

It’s still in that early phase of spring where the sun shines the brightest but offers the least of warmth. Not even his dark brown leather jacket and red scarf could save him from the chill air.

Remus is once again too caught up with his own thoughts. If he hadn’t been repeating the lessons he’ll be holding later today in his head he would’ve been able to stop before you saw him.

“Remus?”

The professor looks up from the ground at the sound of your voice, only a few metres from the benches, stopping in his pace when he sees you. “Hi,” his lips curled into a quizzical smile. “What are you doing here?” He questions. Even though it’s obvious due to the sandwich in your right hand.

You regard him with a nervous twinkle in your eye. You’ve only talked once, about a week ago and you’ve only seen him in the hallways since then and once during a meeting. Always sending each other subtle glances as you walk past each other.

But you haven’t truly spoken and the mere thought of sparking another conversation sends a chill down your spine.

“Eating lunch,” you explain, raising your shoulders in a half shrug. “I’m too nervous to talk to the other teachers.” You add, letting out an anxious chuckle. Taking a bite out of your sandwich.

Remus takes your words as an invitation to sit down with you, which it also was. It’s not like he’s any more confident than you, he’s just as nervous at the thought of having a conversation. But he hasn’t got anywhere else to sit. There’s two other tables but he obviously can’t just ignore you and choose to sit at another table.

That’s like experiencing the teenage drama that’s happening around them everyday.

He could also go back to his classroom and eat his lunch in peace. But he needs some fresh air. The stuffy air in his classroom can get a bit too much sometimes, even if he tries opening a window. There’s always someone who complains about the cold or noises from outside since a few of his students always stayed behind.

He settles down in front of you, placing his salad on top of the table. “Most of them are alright,” the cold wind blowing through his curls. “Sirius is nice.” he remarked. Observing her with a gentle gaze as he opens the plastic lid to his food.

Your eyes flick back and forth over his face, studying him as you raise one of your eyebrows. “Who’s Sirius?” You inquire, voice not over a whisper, embarrassed by the fact that you don’t know who he is.

Remus pauses in mid action, fork just above his lips. “Mr Black?” Tilting his head to the side. “Music teacher?” He questions, lowering his hand to rest on the table.

Your mouth forms a small O shape as the realisation dawns upon you. You had actually seen Sirius talk with Remus multiple times. Perhaps you had just been too busy peering at the handsome history teacher to notice Mr Black. “Right,” you snicker. “Yeah I know who that is.”

The history teacher starts to eat as you talk. Having a hard time concentrating when you’re just sitting there in front of him looking effortlessly radiant. “He’s one of my best friends,” he elaborates when he finishes chewing. “I’ve known him and two other blokes since we were eleven.”

“Really?” You raise a curious eyebrow. “How come?”

“We went to school together.” He explains simply. It actually wasn’t more complicated than that at all. They all met when they were eleven and very mischievous. Though he doesn’t have to tell you about the number of pranks he pulled through his youth. Maybe he’ll tell you one day, on the first date. Or maybe that’s more of a third date thing?

His heart rate goes from normal to abnormally fast at the thought. Immediately regretting his stupid daydreaming. He barely even knows you.

“That’s nice,” you responded, your beautiful voice causing him to snap back to reality. “Weird coincidence that your friend Sirius also works here.” You comment, lips twitching into a small smile. Taking another bite of your sandwich, the cold breeze makes its way into your thin jacket, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Remus quickly finished his salad, placing his cutlery inside of the box before he closed the lid on top. Chewing on his lower lip as a grin spreads on his face. “Not really,” your eyes meeting for a few seconds before Remus peers down at the table. Crossing one leg over the other. “I worked here first and then my mate Sirius needed a job.” Remus recalled.

You manage to nod slowly as you observe him. His chocolate coloured eyes turn more hazel as the sun shines down on them. A small, almost unnoticeable scar stretching from his right eyebrow down the slope of his nose. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, not that you’re complaining, but you can see his pretty face much clearer.

“Are you going to that teacher parent meeting tomorrow night?” You questioned, changing the subject since the small dusting of freckles on his nose had made you completely forget what you talked about in the first place.

Remus drums his fingers against the edge of the table, your piercing although kind gaze making him restless. “Yeah,” he confirms. Running a hand through his hair. “Are you?” Not knowing if you’re aware that those meetings are pretty much mandatory since you just started working at the school.

“Yeah,” you echo, finally finished with your lunch. “So I’ll see you there?” You ask, eyes lightening up just by the thought of it.

Remus clears his throat, folding his hands in his lap. “Yes.” He replies, tugging at his scarf that suddenly felt extremely tight. The cold wind didn’t feel so cold anymore. His hands had even started to grow clammy due to how fast his heart thumped inside of his chest. “I’ll save you a seat.” He adds, chuckling nervously as he realises what he just uttered. Why on earth does he always tend to make a fool out of himself?

Your entire face reddens, turning crimson as a flush creeps up your neck. “Great.” You only mutter, not really trusting your voice at the moment.

“Great.” He repeats, voice cracking slightly.

Based on your reaction it wasn’t that out of place for him to say. Maybe just a little.

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[enhanextdoor]

𓂃۶ৎ 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ━━━ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗂𝗐𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

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부인 성명 (disclaimer) : read at your own risk. there is going to be fluff and angst themes. NOT PROOFREAD. this is written for the pookie @zb1jwng

taglist: @choisanswife. @myjjongie.

you were sitting in your car outside of the apartment that you use to share with jiwoong. you figured that with each passing day it would get easier to go inside, that wasn’t the case. you couldn’t bring yourself to even get rid of any of his things. they were just there and knowing that they were there made it so much harder for you. your relationship started to fall apart when you started to feel like a bit of a secret, you didn’t do secrets. you had come out when you were in high school and didn’t want to be put back in the closet. jiwoong wasn’t trying to hide you intentionally yet the two of you got into a huge fight and decided to call it quits. all the important people in his life knew about you he thought that was enough and so did you until you two were out and he dropped your hand because someone was staring. then there was the time you leaned in for a kiss and another onlooker caused him to turn his head so your lips met his cheek, those things hurt. he apologized when they happened but the problem was that it kept happening. 

you took a deep breath as you pulled the keys from the ignition of your car, collecting your things to head inside. truth be told you missed coming home to him dancing around the living room or lounging on the couch. the apartment felt so silent, so empty without him. you walked up the stairs and put your key into the door unlocking it to open it up. you didn’t want to think about the approaching weekend, it would have been your two year anniversary with jiwoong. two years of being happy and in love all down the drain because you two were struggling to communicate your feelings effectively. you pushed the door open and a confused expression crossed your face when you heard the tv on. you didn’t leave it on did you? normally you turn it off. stepping further inside you were thrown off by another thing, jiwoong asleep on the couch. you don’t know when he got there and of course he still had his keys, but it had been three months since you last saw him. 

you grabbed a little throw blanket and gently placed it over him, careful not to wake him. he looked exhausted even while sleeping and that pulled a little frown out of you. you walked to the bedroom to get yourself out of your work clothes, your mind wandered and all you could think about is the boy on your couch. what was he doing there? you looked in the mirror for a second and finally noticed just how tired you looked too. you hadn’t been sleeping well either, jiwoong holding you had been a comfort for so long that you grew accustomed to it. “sorry that i knocked out.. i was waiting for you to get back.” the familiar sleepy tone sounded from behind you and you turned to look at him. “it’s okay, i didn’t expect to see you at all honestly. what are you doing back?” you didn’t mean it in a bad way, more of a clarifying manner. he glanced to the ground, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. “i missed you y/n.” his voice dripped with desperation and you still love him so your heart was doing back flips. traitor.

“you know you didn’t have to leave for three months like it was nothing jiwoong, like we were nothing. where have you even been?” you asked with a frown. his gaze was still on the ground, “i stayed with hanbin, he let me crash on his couch. not like i was sleeping anyways. i would just sit up and think about how i should be here holding you.” his gaze finally moved to your face as he admired the boy he once got to call his own. “i know that i messed up and that you felt hidden but i promise you that wasn’t my intention.” he stepped forward and carefully took your hand in his own. “every night, every day, every moment away from you felt so painful.” he was rambling at this point honestly, but he was afraid if he stopped talking you would ask him to leave and he would do just that because he respects you. “you think it was easy for me? it was anything but easy. i swear i’ve cried every day before having to walk back in here back to our house without you being here.” you said as you tried to keep the tears from welling up in your eyes. 

“can i come home?” he asked so softly as his fingers trailed over your knuckles and a familiar calming warmth washed over you. the feeling of being hopelessly in love is quite intoxicating. “of course you can come home jiwoong. why would i ever say no?” you moved in closer to him. he gave you a small smile and shrugged his shoulders a little, “dunno maybe you found some new hottie to move in.” he said in a slight joking tone. “i mean they wouldn’t ever be able to make you laugh so hard you shoot water out of your nose buuuuuut.” you shoved at his chest a little and gave a squint. “we vowed to never speak about that again kim jiwoong.” you pointed at him and a smile slipped back onto your lips. “okay well if we are being honest you vowed to never speak about it again.” he had a cheesy grin as he leaned in and your lips were almost touching. “i promise from now on i’m going to scream it to the world how much i love you.” 

somehow this boy gives you butterflies every single time and you can’t help but lean into his every touch and eat up his every word. “i love you too.” the two of you shared a soft kiss, your lips feeling like they were melting into yours that is until his phone went off and he pulled away to answer the video call. “hey guys look jiwoong finally went back home! hey y/n we missed you and honestly if we had to hear ‘y/n this, y/n that, this use to be y/n’s favorite we were going to lose it.” matthew said on the other end of the line surrounded by a few of the other guys. “you are both coming out with us right?” gunwook chimed in. “actually guys tonight i want to just stay in with my boy so you are on your own, talk to you all later quit messing up my make out sessions.” just like that he hung up as you heard a chorus of ‘ews’. “make out sessions? in your dreams. you are lucky i’m going to let you sleep in our room again tonight.”

c. enhanextdoor ; do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

a/n: not some of my best work but hope the pookie appreciates it riiiiip. feedback, likes, reposts always welcome <3

[hollyhomburg]

Please don’t take this the wrong way but I just read your reply about your family I do not like them strangers who I clearly don’t know. I honestly wish they get beaten with a cactus. To sit there and not do anything , even when the bare minimum, is just being complicit in the abuse. Like if they don’t see it as a big deal, then the police won’t either. It is not fair to you and you shouldn’t have gone through that and your sister??? Well I’ll just keep those comments to myself but still, it’s wrong

it was kinda one of the things i tried to touch on in bily, and in general with the story of 'every betrayal is forgivable if you're not willing to lose the person' and i had to sit down with myself at a very young age and ask if i was ready not to have anyone, to not have a mom or a brother or sister. because either i can forgive them and have them in my life, or not forgive them and be alone. i'm not willing to be completely alone, even if it was wrong, even if i should be angry.

i think i'm reaching a point in my life where i might be able to deal with the last of my anger, because i do still resent them sometimes and it's complicated. i definitely am ready to cut my sister off entirely and i almost sent her a text the other day to ask her not to reach out to me and give me a wide berth until after her wedding.

like- maybe it would be different if they weren't so loving and understanding. like- they never shame me or shout at me. my brother for all his faults is constantly like "if you need to quit your job and move out to sf to work on your writing i'd support you until you got your book off the ground." And he's repeated it enough times that i believe him when he says that. He might not always be on my side but he does know how to show he loves me and support me.

and My mom quite literally let me rot on her couch for 2 years when i was the most depressed i've ever been and like...was not functioning. did she get me therapy and help? no. did she make it worse by ever badgering me to lose weight, get a car, get a job, or get a life? also no. she never said anything about it to me at all. She kept me fed and healthy and off the street and at least made sure i never felt pressured to push myself when i couldn't. We also didn't have the money for me to go to therapy at the time so, it wasn't really possible.

my mom and brother are at least understanding of my capabilities, they don't ask me 'why can't you do xyz like a normal person' because they understand at least on some level that the abuse made me non-functioning and that i'm not behind because i chose to be. They don't completely ignore it in that way. At least not the way that my older sister does because natalie does say that kind of thing to me in private.

It's a very complicated situation. but i get at peace with it more every day just because i'm tired of being angry and sad about it all the time. i'm tired of resenting everyone. i will not continue to allow disrespect but i'm also going to do my best not going to dwell on the violence that's already passed.

[anothermeforcompany]

Another Blurb : LADS Zayne

Due to the upcoming event where the LADS men collectively in feral state, thus born this blurb. Also I want to have LADS men x male character. They are rare and those fine men are too good to pass up. This blurb take place in Catch-22.

Warning : Dubcon, manipulation, torture, my character is not MC!, 18+, description of violence, mention of rape, hurt and comfort, minor do not interract.

Enjoy ~

Many people doubt how a normal man can control a prison for praedators. But it is easier than you think, because when people get poor, they get creative in order to live well.

Tenzin can't afford kindness when the world is unkind to himself. In this dangerous world where praedators get infected by some kind of virus and goes feral, it's too dangeorus to be normal or kind. The only way he can control those enhanced peoples are using a planted chip on their spinal cord. It take away their autonomy and make them obeying his every words. Many says it is inhuman to take away someone's free will, even criminals, and he only done it to willing participant. That's why the Board abolished this protocol in order to keep up morale within free praedators, but they also employ him, the creator of the chip, to be the director of praedator prison to keep the criminals in line.

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There's a distinct difference between a praedator and a normal person, you can see it from the way they are dressed. Praedator with their enhanced physique can wear whatever clothes they want, while normal person bundled up against any weather. So Tenzin more often than not seen wearing long leather coat over his warden uniform. Running a prison is no different than running a school, those praedators are like brats who likes to test his patience once they got used to their powers. Sometimes he indulges them out of boredom, but he wasn't in the mood today since one of his warden is infected.

The prisioners knows from his look alone that the Director doesn't come to the Block to play, so they keep their mouths shut as he pass. Tenzin walks towards the higher security prison meant for dangerous praedators that either insane or know too much. Zayne Li belong to the second category since he is one of the prison wardens who contracted the strange virus.

Tenzin put in the code before the security sensor deactivated so he can get in the room. It activated again once he's inside and standing over the chained Zayne. The good doctor slumped on the bolted chair, the jagged marks on his face shows he is infected.

"Director..." Zayne lift his head, apprehension in his eyes as he face his own boss.

Tenzin walking towards him, stopping just out of reach if Zayne lunge at him. "Don't bother to lie" he cut off before the doctor can speak more. "I know you got infected because of her"

Zayne snarled as he sensed the hostility, his instincts screaming for him to tear and maul him. Tenzin coldly watching Zayne fighting with his lowering sanity, serve him right for playing around while working. "Do not... touch... her !" Zayne gritted out

SMACK

Zayne's head turned from the slap of leather covered hand. "You're in no position of demand here" Tenzin step closer and seize his chin in his hand, leaning down to look eyes to eyes. His voice is hard as he speak, his grip surprisingly strong. "And since you are one of my prisioners now, it's about time you know how I can keep my position as director"

The restrainst opened with his thumb-print and Zayne spring out to attack. Tenzin is ready as he used his momentum to turn their position and kicked Zayne against the bars. The security sensor light up and sending volts of electricity that makes the doctor scream. Xavier, Rafayel, and Sylus watching from their own prisons as the director 'welcome' their newest cellmate.

Tenzin is not a praedator, but he is a cunning man who knows how to use what he have. This prison is his territory and no one can top him in this place. The doctor used ice to fight but Tenzin hardly bothered beyond a slight shiver at the change of temperature. Tenzin fights without honor as there's none if he fails.

The doctor caught, head pushing back so he won't trigger the security sensor. Tenzin won't get caught in the current since he's covered in head to toe with non-conductive material, so it's safe to handle electricity for him. "Aaaarrrgghh !" Zayne convulsing as Tenzin pushing him flat against the bars, electricity running through his nerves like hot needles, quick yet plenty. The fight leaving his frame as he slumped on the director, tears running down his face as he trembles in those cruel embrace. "No more... no..."

Tenzin lift the doctors in his arms, grunting slightly since Zayne isn't a small man. This isn't enough to leave a permanent harm on a praedator but it's enough to teach him a lesson that Tenzin isn't to be messed with. Especially in the Frenzy state where praedators lose their common sense and return to basic instinct. Tenzin make sure every prisioner, sane or insane, knows he is the top.

The director walk deeper into the cell where there's a small cot with thin blanket. He laid Zayne on it and throw the blanket over him. "Behave" Tenzin stated, "And I won't treat you badly"

Zayne nodded, as he knows now not to challenge the director. There's a rustle and something sweet pressed to his lips. Zayne parted his lips at the first taste, his tongue swirled around the orb in his mouth, wearing away the milky chocolate coating. Tenzin smiled in amusement as the doctor closed his eyes as he enjoy the sweet treat.

Tenzin rise from the bed and leave his newest prisioner. He'll have to contact his executor, Nalo, to return soon. That girl have thrown a wrench in his peace by infecting his warden. Councilman Caleb can protect her, but it won't be forever.

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Zayne have been suffering from frenzy episodes where he fights other prisioners and wardens. They take away his privilege to go outside and put him in isolated ward after he bite off the cheek of another prisioner in the communal bath. The straight jacket and muzzle keep other wardens safe while they wait for Nalo. Tenzin's executioner. He's the only officer aside Tenzin who can deal with SSS class prisioner alone since his power is Void that can cancel praedator's power.

"Director, why are you here ?" the warden that monitoring Zayne ask

"Nalo is occupied with a task, I'll take his place" Tenzin replied before he send away other officers. He step into the isolation cell and activate the security sensors before turning off the surveilance. The room is meant for punishment for unruly prisioners. Nalo and Tenzin rarely use this since the sane SSS prisioners knows not to do unnecessary violence while the insane ones won't even get a chance.

Zayne's sanity level have returned to normal, but he still remember the crunch of bones of the praedator that he bite off. It horrify him, how easy he turned into a senseless monster because of this virus. He keep quiet, trying to warp his head around his new beastly state and because he knows it's useless to reason using his virus. The fact remains he tried to kill another praedator and he knows he deserve this punishment.

Click

Tenzin take off his gloves, standing before the doctor chained to the concrete wall by his prison collar. He crouch down to Zayne's level and reach behind his head to take off his muzzle. The doctor flinch back, looking up at him with puzzled eyes tinged with ridicule. Why would Tenzin wants to take off his muzzle ?

Tenzin poked his forehead, "There's no benefit in being a saint in this hellhole, doctor" he said and insistently take off the muzzle despite Zayne shaking his head. The muzzle is a torture device inspired by Scold's bridle, keeping the prisioner's mouth shut with the threat of pain from the sharp metal shoved in their mouth. However Tenzin knows Zayne well enough to know he is safe from the doctor. Tenzin hold his chin securely as he remove the muzzle. "I'm not blind, doctor"

Zayne curled his body as those words means Tenzin knows. He sees that Zayne was about to be raped in the bathroom by multiple men. Ice creeping under his soles, up the concrete walls as Zayne losing his composure. Tenzin's breath come out as visible smoke as he take off his coat and drape it over Zayne. He close it over the straight jacket and activate the heating mode.

"Cry out, no one is going to hear you"

It's funny how those words would usually makes other quakes powerlessly but Zayne take comfort in it as he cut off sobs bubbling in his throat. Tenzin rubbing his thumb over his lips to release it from his bite and let the doctor cry. The director take liberty to sit by Zayne and draw him to a side hug. He won't push the doctor's boundary more than this.

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Zayne knows it's late but he can see it now. The director isn't without compassion even though he's a manipulative bastard. He keep prisioners in order and indulge them like an uncle with too much kids. He can be kind, he just chose not to in order to preserve himself. It's selfish but aren't all man like that ? You can't help anyone if you can't help yourself.

Zayne have been feeling weird lately. He would blush whenever he caught sight of the director, usually in passing since Tenzin likes to patrol the entire area in the middle of the day. In his cell, he would dreams of warm coat reek with bergamot and full clothed body instead of dainty hands and doe eyes. Maybe it's the virus, maybe it's himself, but Zayne is going insane with longing for the director he contemplate causing a ruckus just to see him.

One day, Nalo drag back another dangerous prisioner, the elusive councilman, Caleb. Tenzin welcome him like he did to all prisioner with Nalo watching from outside. After that, he throw the councilman to his cot and walking out together with Nalo.

"You're away for too long, I thought you died in a ditch somewhere"

Tenzin pause a moment to stare at Nalo when Sylus calling out for the executioner with sultry smile.

"Not a word" Nalo said as he stride towards Sylus who smiles like a cat with canary. "Strip" he ordered without missing a beat as he open Sylus's cage.

"What happens to 'wine and dine' ?" Sylus said teasingly as the executioner who activated the security sensor behind him. Those men are too cautionous, not even sex can make them let down their guard.

Nalo take out an insulated lunch box from his hip back and held it out to Sylus. "Dinner, then strip" he said bluntly.

Tenzin huffed, shaking his head and left the SSS class cell area. Sylus and Nalo's relationship are none of his business as long as it doesn't affect his peace. He missed the longing look directed at him from the doctor's cell.

What will he do ?

[papers-pamphlet]

NEW AMREV OC !!!!!!!!!!

Guys meet Nathan

Okay so to begin with, Nathan Taylor was a 25 year old private in the Continental Army at the time of his death.

He was born to a small family in Massachusetts and lived, what could be said as, a normal life. Anyone who knew him in life would tell you that he was, by all means, an ideal young man. He worked hard as an apprentice at his father's printing press, which gave him some impressive physical strength, he studied to become a lawyer even though he thought he would be better fit with medicine, he even courted a girl and a marriage was arranged between them.

However, one thing that was "wrong", he was never really able to feel any strong emotion, or have any meaningful relationships. He found this out when his mother died from an illness when he was a lad and he felt nothing from it. That realization never troubled him or made him hate himself, he'd simply sort of "put on a mask" of a normal person and it ended up becoming second nature. This can be seen in the way he presents himself, overly and almost eerily polite, and how his smile never reaches his eyes.

When the war began, he didn't exactly have a reason for joining. He just felt strangely drawn to the thought of being in battle. Whether that was the boredom of the insincere life he lived catching up to him, he didn't know. During the war, his politeness got him a lot of people who either really liked him, or found him really weird.

(Upon killing his first redcoat, he simply thought; "oh, I killed someone.")

Anyways, one day in battle, he saw Giles for the first time. The man was massacring his fellow patriots with a smile on his face. He knew immediately that that was the "Nameless Colonel" he would hear rumors about. So, at that moment, why couldn't he move? He knew that being in vicinity of that man, and in the battlefield in general was dangerous --- but it's not like he was frozen out of fear. After a fellow bluecoat saw him standing there like an idiot, he was tackled down so he wouldn't get shot. And in that moment on the ground, he came to a conclusion; he was attracted to that colonel---for the first time, he found someone interesting.

God knows why, but he made the assumption that they were similar, and in a way, they were... but at the same time, they were completely different. He'd thought that Giles was a "better version of himself" that didn't restrain himself, and he admired him for that.

Unlike Joseph, who loved Giles for more than his sadism, Nathan's attraction was solely because of it. And since the two would never interact outside battle (although sometimes he would willingly get himself into close-calls with Giles), Nathan would only just continue to make delusions/assumptions/headcanons about him that would only fuel his interest more.

in @/hamalicious-soup's words --- a "delusional fanboy with a parasocial relationship"

He'd also tell his mates about his interest and they'd all think "whatt= the fuck ??"

Anyways, sometime in 1777, Nathan would willingly volunteer to go on a spy mission at the redcoat camp, if just to get closer to the colonel than actually gathering info. He gets caught near-immediately.

At getting captured, he of course didn't feel frustrated or depressed, he simply accepted that he'd failed, and was going to be hanged.

Well the upside was that Giles was the one that questioned him in his own tent !!!!

And Giles found him "amusing" and that was just about it. He decided to keep him alive for a few more days. He came to know about the rebel's interest in him, and it amused him even more. However he did not return those feelings, he still believed he was incapable of loving anyone, this was of course before Giles met Joseph.

Eventually Giles did kill Nathan. He was a spy, so he should have been publicly hung, but Giles opted for privately strangling him where he was. Nathan didn't complain, he found it intimate.

When Giles put his hands on his throat, their final interaction went something like this:

"I love you."

That caused Giles to pause for a moment. "If that is your way to convince me to stop, it's quite strange."

"No, I am telling the truth."

"Then your affections are misguided." He then began to put in some pressure. "I don't love anyone."

...

"You are --- beautiful." And those were Nathan Taylor's last words.

After that it doesn't take long for Giles to forget about him lol

[lunarruled]

There was something about those eyes, every time Mason looked at her Kyleigh swore she could feel it in her soul. Which made her irrationally angry and curious. The demons she met before had normal eyes, or at least made them look normal most of the time. But not him and it only reminded her that she hadn't learned what was so damn special about him. Which she would find out, she just had to figure out how.

He was old, that much was obvious to her as well. Not that he hadn't adapted to modern times on the outside. But the way he spoke and some of his mannerisms, not many men did those now. She wondered if that bothered him about her; that she was younger and acted like the other people her age. Or maybe he was just annoyed that she had gotten pulled into what was his own personal business. Either way she kind of liked the fact that she got under his skin. Little things like that gave her some joy, despite the darkness that had swallowed her life whole from the moment she turned eighteen.

"You couldn't pay me enough to put my mouth on you. Anyway, I don't eat anything that I don't hunt down myself and considering that you're way older than I am and I don't have any idea where you've been I think I'll have to pass anyway." Now that was something she could never turn down, the offer of a free meal. Whether that made Mason nicer was yet to be seen but just like a teenager Kyleigh could always eat.

"That would be a much better place to talk than some half empty store that looks like we just robbed it. Okay, let's go then. I hope you're not too stuck up for some diner food because I know just the place."

Yes, it could work, he thought, once more taking her in with his unnatural eyes. She had confidence, Mason couldn't deny that, and an eagerness he could only envy. It was difficult, sometimes, being so jaded. Chasing mysteries didn't have the same appeal as they had a few decades ago. Perhaps that was why Mason found it mildly irksome--and a little amusing--how she pushed her way in.

He took in a deep breath. "I'm certain we will find some answers soon." Though Mason couldn't fathom what sort of connection there might be, or if one even existed at all. For all he knew, she'd stumbled by coincidentally. At least they were both on the same page in wanting to know more.

A thin smile spread across his face. "You wouldn't want to eat me. My flesh is disgusting, or so I've been told." He briefly paused, considering her. "Speaking of eating, would you accompany me to dinner? I know you have questions. You can ask them then." The smile Mason gave this time seemed more genuine. "And I'm much nicer when I have been fed."

[swordmaid]

i am wide awake thinking about that post canon jb au again when I should be sleeping …!!! such is the nature of the jbrainrot…

[anna-scribbles]

h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work

unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion

[zeb-z]

ok listen. you're badboyhalo and having the worst week of your life. you're willing and wanting to give anything, anything, to get your kids back. forever, your crush/enemy/friend/date partner?/ president sits you down and asks you to marry him. he's on a drug that makes him manically happy and has an extreme level of brainwashing for federation purposes.

you consider for the briefest moment saying yes, because you're drowning in your grief and hard in bargaining, but it won't do anything to help bring the eggs back, forever doesn't know anything. forever wants the eggs back as much as you do, the real one at least, you know this.

you're surrounded by roses. you ask him what you can do to help him, what he needs, asking the forever that you know is in there somewhere. any other personal feelings aside, he's your friend and he clearly needs help. he asks you to marry him again. he tells you to stop making some noise that he's clearly hearing through auditory hallucination. you just want your kids back, you keep telling him this, until he snaps and starts shooting mines under both of you.

forever is still out of his mind. your kids are still missing. the roses are burning.

bad said no to the proposal, of course he did. that's not forever, the kids are gone, this is no time or place for such a thing even if forever was himself. but I don't think forever asked because he feels "opposite than what he usually feels" under the pills. he's manic and under the influence and half brainwashed - he wants every day to be the best day.

and how heartbreaking is that? that bad is only being proposed to while forever is out of his mind. that forever wants bad to say yes because that would make the day the best day ever for him. that under any other circumstances, on that bench with the roses all around them, it might have been something good?

[forcedhesitation]

stop fucking flirting with me, you rancid little man

[leapinarmadillo]

ohhhh. i forgot that people used to say michael was getting surgeries in order to look like diana ross. ugh. i don't think there's anything to that but............ugh.

[mielgf]

besties what does it mean when a straight man bakes bread and steam mops his entire house and goes out and buys sweet treats before you come over

[bumblingbabooshka]

Something real to me immediately post-Voyager is that both Tuvok and Janeway are looking around at their crew like “God...these poor folks are not dealing with this transition well...” in an earnest but also slightly condescending way (as they are prone towards thinking of themselves as examples to be followed and somewhat superior to others, even if that isn’t the language they’d use/how they’d understand themselves) but in reality they are also dealing with it extremely and visibly poorly and are thus unable to help literally anyone and everyone who sees them is like “You guys don’t seem to be doing well” but this flies over their heads or they think to themselves, shaking their heads sadly, ‘this poor bastard...trying to say that I need help when they’re obviously the ones suffering...thank God I don’t have any problems.’