#hes grude

[hlxtn]

I will make it my life mission to find a cocky smirking manipulative toxic jock atsumu fic and share it with everyone

If its the last thing i do, research starts after work

[earako]

Ballister: *eating rice and meat with his hands*

Todd: er- you know you could grab a spoon or something, right?

Ambrosius: What do you not wash your hands before you eat, Todd? Do you never eat stuff like pizza, chips, hotdogs, ya'know, stuff you eat with your hands????

Todd: Hey I'm not tryna start anything-

Ballister hurrying to swallow his food: Am-Rosius no, do not engage-

Ambrosius: Yeah? Then shut up about how Bal eats!

Todd: I'm trying to be helpful!

Ambrosius: Well stop it!

Todd: Oh you wanna go Goldenloin?

Ambrosius: It's on, Sureblade!

Ballister: Nimona, auntie Val stop them please-

Nimona: nah. *passes popcorn to Val*

Val: They need this anyway

[racingliners]

I feel like we moved on from the Binotto to Audi news too fast, we should circle back to that actually

[poisonheartfrog]

If Gideon Nav and Chip JRWI existed in same universe they would be best friends. They'd spar and get high together and talk about girls while being absolute menaces to everyone around them and also bond over being undead orphans

[tokkiwrites]

Hi happy holidays! Can you please do a Sergei kravinoff smut x innocent female virgin reader “babe in the woods” trope. Sergei is immediately fixated on reader and wants her to be his grude & mother of his children. He immediately marries and later takes her virginity. He hopes to impregnate her from their first time together. Ty!

thank you for this request, anon! and sorry it took so long to post. I've had it written, but it just took a while for me to get the smut part going. i hope you like it!

Sergei Kravinoff × F!Reader ♰ themes of stalking, obsessive Sergei, kidnapping, Kraven is a weirdo and needs to be locked up, i would say innocent reader but more so an unbothered reader kind of, she is just confused, forced marriage, themes of Stockholm syndrome, loss of virginity, fingering (reader receiving), afab reader, unprotected p in v, Sergei wants to get the reader pregnant.

The woods were quiet, save for the whisper of wind threading through the branches above. You loved this time of day when the sun filtered gold and green through the canopy, casting dappled patterns on the earth. It was your sanctuary, far from the clamor of town and the heavy, watchful eyes of others. Here, no one could accuse you of being strange, or sheltered, or too naive. You simply were.

The faint crack of a branch made you stop mid-step, your basket of wildflowers swinging lightly at your hip. “Hello?” You called, voice soft, hesitant. The forest had always been safe— or so it felt. until now, you had never had the need to question it.

He emerged from the shadows, and your breath caught. The man was massive. A towering figure, his broad shoulders draped in animal pelts and his chest bare save for the crisscrossing scars that marked him as something primal, dangerous. His face was angular, carved from stone, with piercing eyes that pinned you where you stood.

Sergei Kravinoff. The name would mean nothing to you, but to others, it struck fear—a hunter of men and beasts, a predator who bent the wilderness to his will. He did not speak at first. He only looked at you, as if you were some rare, delicate creature he had stumbled upon. The longer his eyes lingered, the hotter your cheeks burned.

“Who are you?” you asked, clutching the basket to your chest. His lips curved into a smile, though there was nothing warm in it. “I am Sergei,” he said, his voice low, thick with an accent you couldn’t place. “And you" he paused for a bit. " Should not wander alone in places like this. The world is not kind to lambs.” You blinked at him, confused. “Lambs?”

“You,” he clarified, taking a step closer. His sheer presence seemed to draw the air from your lungs. “Soft. Untouched. So trusting.” You took an instinctive step back, and his smile widened, as if he enjoyed your unease. “I—I’ve never seen you here before. Are you lost?”

“No,” he said simply, his eyes roaming over you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. “But perhaps I have found something worth staying for.”

It reeked of dangerㅡ death. yet you still came back.

Over the next week, you saw him again and again. Always in the woods, always watching. At first, you told yourself it was a coincidence. this strange man simply shared your love for the forest. But his presence became impossible to ignore. He never tried to speak much, yet his eyes seemed to devour you every time, as though he were committing every detail of your face to memory. You should have been afraid. You should have stopped going to the woods entirely. But something about him fascinated you. He was so unlike the boys in town, who stammered and avoided your gaze, intimidated by your quietness. Sergei was bold, unflinching. He seemed to look right through you, to the parts of yourself you didn’t even understand.

you little lamb.

“Why do you keep following me?” He tilted his head, his gaze softening though not entirely. “Because you are mine.” The bluntness of his words made your breath hitch. “I don’t even know you.”

“You will,” he said, stepping closer. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, and though you should have flinched away, you didn’t. His touch was surprisingly gentle, reverent even, even if his rough fingers scratched your skin. “I have decided. You will be my bride.”

“Bride?” You echoed the word foreign and strange on your tongue. “But we’ve only just—” you laughed. surely it must be a joke. “You are meant for me, little lamb” he interrupted, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “I have hunted all my life, little one. I know when I have found my prize.” Suddenly, the world went dark.

maybe it was all just a bad and confusing dream. though his touch still lingered.

You woke in the morning to find yourself not in your small, familiar room. outside the window that overlooked the bed you were in, the forest. The air smelled of pine and smoke, and outside, the trees loomed tall and unyielding. Panic gripped you as you sat up, heart racing. “Where—” The door creaked open, and there he was, filling the frame with his imposing presence. “You are awake,” Sergei said, his tone calm, almost pleasedㅡ excited. He carried a tray with food: fresh berries, bread, and cheese. “Eat. Now."

“Where am I?” you demanded, your voice trembling. “Why did you—” He set the tray down, cutting you off with a look. “You are safe. That is all you need to know.”

“I am not! This isn’t right,” you said, tears pricking at your eyes. “You can’t just—”

“I can,” he said sharply, though his expression softened as he stepped closer. “I have waited long enough. You do not understand, but you will. I will take care of you. Protect you. You will want for nothing, my little one.”

You shook your head, backing away from him, but he caught your wrist with startling ease. His touch was firm, yet not cruel. “Do not fear me,” he murmured, his voice dropping to something almost tender. “I would never hurt you. You are too precious.”

Sergei did not wait long to make you his.

The days in the cabin blurred together, each one steeped in an odd rhythm. Sergei’s presence was constant, protective, and overwhelming. He would watch you eat, his sharp eyes softening whenever you complied. He brought you small gifts: wildflowers, trinkets carved from wood, pelts to keep you warm. He never let you wander far, always ensuring you were within sight. And though he never forced his touch upon you, you could feel the tension thrumming beneath the surface, like a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce.

In the evening, as the fire crackled and cast flickering shadows on the walls, Sergei sat across from you. He leaned forward, large hands resting on his knees. “It is time,” he said, his voice calm but unyielding. “Time?” you echoed, your throat dry. “For us to marry.” You stared at him, heart pounding. “I… I can’t. I don’t even know what you want from me. I—I never— You kidnapped me!”

“You were made for this,” he said, cutting you off. his eyes were setting you a-light, it made your skin prickle. “You think I do not see it? Your purity. Your innocence. You were meant to be a wife. My wife.” Tears burned in your eyes, but you blinked them away. “But I’m not— I need to marry someone I love!"

“You are ready,” he insisted, his tone softening only slightly. “I have waited long enough. It will be done."

And it was.

The ceremony was simple, ritualistic. Sergei had prepared everything. rings made from woven silver, a bearskin cloak to drape over your shoulders as a symbol of protection. There was no priest, no people, only the two of you and the forest as your witness. He spoke vows in a language you did not understand, his voice deep and reverent, as though he were offering you up to some ancient force. When it was your turn, your voice faltered, but under his watchful gaze, you repeated the words he taught you.

“You are mine,” he said at the end, taking your face in his hands. His eyes burned with possessive fire. “And I am yours.”

but every wolf gets hungry eventually.

When night fell, you found yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, your hands clutching the thick wool blanket. Sergei entered the room, his movements slow and deliberate. He had shed his usual pelts, his bare chest glowing in the firelight.

“You are trembling,” he said, his voice softer than you had ever heard it. He knelt in front of you, his massive frame now not so intimidating. “Are you afraid of me?” You couldn’t meet his eyes. "I don’t know... what you expect from me? What you w-want...”

“I expect you to trust me,” he said simply, his hand brushing against your cheek. “You are my wife now. It is my duty to show you what that means.” Your breath stopped as he leaned closer, his lips ghosting over your forehead. “I will not hurt you,” he murmured, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “But you are mine, little lamb. Every part of you.”

His lips met yours— soft at first, testing, as though he feared you might shatter like porcelain. But when you didn’t pull away, his kiss deepened, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His hands cradled your face, his touch reverent, almost worshipful.

“I have waited for this,” he said against your lips, his voice thick with desire. “Waited to claim what is mine.” You didn’t resist as he laid you down, his hands tracing over your trembling form. He was patient, guiding you gently, his touch surprisingly tender for someone so fierce. But his intent was clear.

oh, little lamb.

rugged hands make their way up and around your hips as his bearded face stays flush against your tender neck. he was ready to devour you. Sergei looked up into your eyes and for the first time you've seen him smile. and as if all of the things you felt caused you fears melted away, so did you into his embrace.

his lips meet yours, and it all finally made sense. you could feel the hunger, the will in him to give his all right here, right now. you wrapped around him like vines on a tree, his low growl of approval making you clench around nothing. it all felt so new, yet familiar, as if somehow, this wasn't the first time. the forest outside sung as your quiet moans filled the cabin. Sergei discards all of your clothes with ease, leaving you in nothing as you stayed splayed on the bed. the fur coverings under, pooled around your body, the moonlight dripped on you like dew in spring and you looked like a precious painting.

with no time to wait, sergei quickly gets naked. it wasn't the first time you saw him like this, but it was the first time you saw it. to say all that fear bubbled up into your stomach was an understatement. you gulped down as your glossy eyes looked at him up and down. "Spread your legs for me." it wasn’t a request, it was an order. and you obey. spreading your legs you give him a full view of you dripping cunt, and sergei throws his head back with a low groan. you finally speak up. "IㅡI am a...a virgin." it all seemed so silly to say now. "I know." he smiles in the corner of his mouth. "Smelled it on you the first time we met." and you whimper. "I will get you ready now." somehow, you knew what it meant. He kneels in front of you on the bed, pulling you so that you thighs are right over his, your puffy lips on full display. two of his digits make their way up to your mouth. "Suck." you comply.

after that was done, his calloused fingers make their way between your folds, gathering up the juices you've been dripping. You whimpered softly and Sergei shushed you, rubbing small circles on your plushy thigh with his other hand. He pushes one of his fingers inside, and you can feel it. It didn’t hurt, not yet, it was just strange and new. the second finger comes quick after and he starts pumping them, swirling them around as his lips made contact with your swollen bud. Your eyes jot open as this feeling washes over you, and you can't help but let your legs shake uncontrollably. The fire wave envelopes you whole before it comes to an agonizing stop. You open your eyes again and above you is Sergei, his shaft in his hand as he aligns it with your asking entrance. "If it hurts...yell. Scream as much as you want. Hurt me back. I am here to teach you."

and teach you he does. he pushes in slowly and the stretch is agonizing, the pain making all of your muscles tense. "It's alright, I'm here, little girl." you let out a sigh, the tears slipping past your lids when you open your eyes. the moon engulfed Sergei in It's beautiful light, his silhouette looking as if it was carved out perfectly. a couple of inches, then some more, and some moreㅡ until he is fully inside. you bite down on your tongue, but Sergei preps soft kisses along your jaw and you seem to forget about the pain. "You're doing so, so good. So good for me." he hums, taking in a big breath of your smell before he snaps his hips slowly. In a few seconds, the burn turned into a delicious feeling you couldn’t quite describe. And though it felt so new, your body fell in place right into Sergei’s touch, as if it were meant to be.

When he finally started to move faster, his groan was one of triumph, a sound that you know will echo in your ears long after. “You will give me childrenㅡ" he said, voice low and ragged as he moved inside of you. “Strong sons and daughters. Our legacy will begin tonight.”

your legs quiver around him, but he leaves no room for mercy. Above you, he looked just as a predator ready to swallow his pray whole. you weren't one to fight back, and you really didn't want to. you back stayed arched against the coverings of the bed, fingers clawing at his broad shoulders as he pumped into you. your tummy was churning, and your head was dizzyㅡ you were far gone, too drunk on the way he perfectly hit that spot with each thrust. "You were made for me, made to take meㅡ fuck, you are so beautiful." you whimper, feeling that fire wave starting to take over again. your velvet walls squeeze around him, causing him to growl. Sergei leans forward, propping one of your legs above his shoulder, the angle making you gasp for air. you look up at him, eyes glossy with tears. An animal. His eyes grew darker, lips crooked in a smile before he delivered his final blow.

you come undone right under his fingertips, writhing and shaking as small pleads fall from your lips. You can feel his seed deep within you, threatening to slip out around his cock that was still inside of you, pulsing. "Good girl."

he prays it sticks.

Sergei’s obsession with you only deepened—he barely let you out of his sight, his touch lingering whenever he could. Yet there was a softness in him, a desire to make you happy, even as he bent you to his will.

He began teaching you small things. how to tend the fire, how to skin an animal, how to defend yourself should a predator come. But you were never allowed to go far. “Why can’t I leave?” you asked one afternoon, your frustration bubbling over. Sergei turned to you, his eyes darkening. “Because the world is cruel, little one. It will devour you. You are too soft, too trusting. Here, you are safe.”

“Safe,” you repeated bitterly. His jaw clenched, and for a moment, you thought he might lash out. But instead, he cupped your face in his hands, his gaze softening. “I would rather you hate me than lose you.” you were beginning to see the truth of it. his love for you was consumin and obsessive, but it was real. He worshipped you, protected you, but at the cost of your freedom. And yet, part of you began to adapt. To find comfort in his arms, in the way he looked at you as though you were the only thing that mattered.

Perhaps you were.

[your-ne1ghbor]

Hello, question, tell me what modern outfit do you imagine your starboy and Asha wore?

OOo interesting question （￣。。￣）

Also sorry for the long wait, busy with school and just in general what their outfits could look like lmao 🦈🦈

Anyways, here you go!

I was very subtle on who they are haha- 100%%%%%

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Inspo + more details lol

It honestly felt so weird drawing him in a diff. hair color, since it is usually a bright blonde, and instead I went for a dirt blonde hair color. I don't neccicairly like how i did the colors/how they were meshed, but I think it is fine for what I was going for.

For Asha, I still wanted her in her box braids, and I was looking up some refrence photos for inspiration, and saw this image:

AND I WAS LIKE HELL YEAH (plus it is so pretty like WHAT)

Also for like what their clothes were based off from..

For Asha, I saw her like more grude/formal, so I kinda went dark achedamia? I think thats what it was called? Idk I think it works design/character wise. My inspo:

For Star...look, I love the guy, BUT I LEGIT HAD NO IDEA WHAT WOULD MATCH WITH HIM VERY WELL- So I just scrolled through pinterest and found this and I was like: Alr this will work in my favors :3 (he can never escape from the collar shirts 🏃‍♂️)

And Like I said...I was SUPER SUBTLE on who they are for no reason, than I guess a more canonical reason is to no stand out?? Idk lol

(Also friendship necklaces bc sun, moon? I see asha moon star is obv a star?? Though sun and moon was a amazing pokemon game but thats a topic for another day- :3)

@signed-sapphire @dangerousflowerpanda @spectator-zee @oh-shtars

@chillwildwave @rascalentertainments @uva124

*LET ME BE PART OF YOUR SYPHONYYYYYYY*

[quarter-lif3crisis]

A lot of the hate Marc gets is amplified because of what happened in 2015 when Rossi was losing the championship and then told the media it was because Marc who was third in the championship was helping his fellow countryman Jorge get the title to undermine him and Rossi’s fans have hated him every since they still go to the races and boo Marc and some go up to him while he’s walking around the paddock and say genuinely disgusting things to him. Marc did have some people who didn’t enjoy his riding style but until 2015 he was so loved and Rossi’s fans loved him as well but know he’s considered the devil and it’s only continuing because Rossi has a rider academy and his riders share the grid with Marc and some of them continue the hate that Rossi had for him which allows all the academy riders fans to hate on Marc as well as the Rossi fans. But he is on of the nicest guys you could meet when he’s off the bike intact journalist often talk about he’s one of the nicest in the entire paddock and because of what happened in 2015 he’s never going to get he respect he deserves for been an 8 time world champion by the age of 27. But it’s getting a bit better now that Rossi’s retired and also because he keeps going on podcasts and interviews and hating Marc and continuously talking about 2015 people are starting to see that he just delusional and has a massive ego that caused him to make the entire Motorsport world hate on a 22 year old and when his fans did horrible things to Marc he said nothing and let it happen. And on terms of F1 I hues you could say he’s the max of MotoGP and Sepang 2015 in terms of the controversy and how much people still talk about it would probably be similar to Abu Dabi 2021. If you have prime video or red bull tv Marc has a lot of documentary’s I would recommend his 2022 documentary All In but he also has a documentary for all the 6 titles he won in MotoGP

Thank u so much! And wow that's freaking crazy, I did notice that it was fans hating him mostly under anything to do with 2015 and/or Rossi. So basically Rossi aswell as his fans and EVEN other riders that r under him hold a grude against him cause of 2015? That's crazy, like I understand slightly very slightly if his fans aren't over it cuz yk I've seen 'crazy' fans and the Italians are quite passionate when it comes to their faves (ie lecfosis) however even CURRENT RIDERS continuing the hate is acc crazy.

Even not being over 2015 is kinda understandable similarly to the way some f1 fans aren't over AD21 (like u sed) cause yk it was a massive thing which happened in the sport. But like unnecessarily spreading hate for a rider who is over it is not right. But every fandom has their own sections of 'not rights' and I think until Rossi stops mentioning it himself this won't die down.

Anyhoo thank u for answering and for the extra resources! Thank u to anyone else who's replied/will reply (idm more info) aswell!

[the-jazzman-official]

YOULL NEVER GUESS WHO I JUST FUCKIN RAN INTO ON THIS HELLISITE

IM SORRY WHO THE FUCK JUST CALLED ME WALMART BRAND MUSIC MIESTER?!

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Chishiya x Reader

20) Just try to calm down

You could not concentrate, the pain in your leg was too much to handle. The blood around you and the terrible smell of smoke did not help at all.

Did someone just explote a bomb?

You questioned yourself, blurry sight getting mix with your tears.

You hear quick steps getting close to you, you tried to take a look at the figure but all you saw was a hood.

You felt the figure making pressure on your leg, they let out a small curse and just with it your brain was able to tell who was it.

"Chishiya? Whats going on?" You asked in an exasperated tone.

You could tell he was blaming himself for something, for what? You were not sure. You two had got separated when the Beach got into a game area.

Lots of people had grudes against Chishiya some knew he did care a bit for you, thats why after the rules were explained lots of people went towards you to hurt you.

"Just..just try and calm down" Chishiya told you, looking around for any possible danger then taking you by his arms.

"Im..im calm" you said to him, your arms around his neck bringing him close.

"Im calm I promise" you then said against his ear. You felt his muscles being stiff under your touch.

Maybe he was talking to himself

Chishiya just nodded. He knew he needed to get both of you in some secure place till this game passed. He felt bad about leaving Arisu like that, not because he cared for him but because he knew by now Arisu would have solved the game.

He also could remember the look you had give him when he went to the exit with only Kuina to leave the Beach.

You were disappointed in him by what he did.

Then hell broke apart and he found himself away from you.

He felt scared for you, worried for you.

He never tought he could feel something like that for someone.

When he saw you on the floor almost lifeless he felt his heart stop for a second.

He let you down, carefully. Outside the hotel since the fire was expandind quickly.

"Can you walk?" Chishiya asked taking a look at your leg.

"No, i just like being carried by you" You replied back smiling at him.

Chishiya kept his face without emotion but deep inside felt relief. If you were being your sarcastic self then you were fine.

"Alright, we gonna get out of here and I will take a look at your leg later" Chishiya said no room for questions getting ready to get you in his arms again.

"Chishiya-"

"You are slower than a worm anyways" He told you getting you up.

"You wish you could kiss this worm" you replied hugging him to avoid his pointed and non suprised gaze.

"Yeah I do, but we dont have time for that" He casually said feeling your hands squish his neck by his words in a suprise way.

"Shut up" you murmured letting him do as he pleased. As much of an ass Chishiya was you were deeply in love with him.

[persuaison]

Fr I swear to god if Robin doesn't have Steve's back in s5. He deserves someone who is fully in his corner for once. It was already ooc for her to be so super nice towards Nancy in s4. Like s3 Robin would've never done this, especially because Nancy was so fucking mean towards her in the beginning. Just saying she would have cussed Steve out if he behaved like Nancy. This is the girl who held a grude because her crush was looking at Steve, she would side eye Jancy for Steve. I don't want any Jonathan Robin bestie moment, frankly I don't even want Steve and Jonathan be friends because the show just doesn't allow Steve to be angry at people anymore, even though they hurt his feelings. So yeah please bring back snarky Robin who defends Steve's honor because that's her best friend.

(I can guarantee you for Stonathan to work Steve will be the one doing the groveling so they can have a Steve has changed moment in the show like they always have to remind us. And no I don't want that at all)

Dear anon you just said everything I've been thinking and I'm glad to know that I'm not alone in this.

s3 Robin would have roasted Nancy and I would have LOVED every second of it. It would have been better if Nancy was the one who tried to be Robin's friend.

We were robbed off of that, so the least they could do is to bring back s3 Robin for Jonathan.

He needs some reality check and Robin would be the best choice for that :)) ( Or Erica!!)

The showrunners have this annoying habit of letting everyone walk all over Steve and I HATE THAT.

And I cannot stress this enough, I DO NOT WANT STEVE AND JONATHAN TO INTERACT AT ALL.

[fallen-gravity]

Who's the dorky boi in your profile pic, and where's he from?

THIS LIL GOOBER?? THIS IS MY SON AND I LOVE HIM MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF

His name is Oliver Chen (but he goes by Ollie in canon) and he was introduced in the first episode of season two of The Ghost and Molly McGee. The very same Ollie Chen from the Ollie Chen Defense Squad of my blog title because this poor dork is overhated by a chunk of the fandom because upon being introduced Molly develops a crush on him and he became the token "male character that destroys my precious wlw ship >:("

But the thing that people are missing is that Molly's immediate infatuation with him is what drives a lot of his story forward!! He and Molly are practically two signs of the same coin except for the single glaringly red flag that his family hunts ghosts. and that's a huge problem for Molly because her best friend is a ghost!!! But she also really likes Ollie, and Ollie really likes her, and because Molly wants to see the good in everyone, instead of turning Ollie away, she wants to help him come to a better understanding of how ghosts really are.

His arc really starts getting meaty once he meets Scratch (Molly's ghost friend, if you're unfamiliar) and realizes that things aren't the way he's been taught his entire life. 'Cause now he doesn't want to be a ghost hunter anymore cause he realizes he's hurting innocent people, but he can't exactly stop cold turkey because he's only 13 and his parents and younger sister are gonna start noticing he's acting really suspicious. So he feels wedged in-between these two worlds, the one he's known his entire life with his genuinely kind and loving family, and the life that Molly's suddenly opened his eyes to, where he knows if he keeps going he'll just end up hurting more people than people he's helping.

He feels entirely isolated, like he doesn't belong with his family or in Molly's friend group, despite the fact that he's welcomed with loving open arms to both groups (with the exception of Scratch still holding a grude against him for his ghost hunting past, but even then he's not like, actively trying to hurt Ollie more than he is just being a sourpuss and complaining about his presence).

He's a prime example of a character who's done awful things suddenly being forced to face the consequences of his actions all at once, and he's only thirteen. The only reason he ever did any of those things is because of how he was raised. He never wanted to hurt anybody, and now he's trapped in a place where he may have to force himself to continue hurting people lest his parents figure out that he's friends with someone who has a ghost in her family.

He breaks my heart. His entire world was just completely shattered and turned on his head, and while he's not doing a very great job at coping with it now, he still tries to be his sweet dorky optimistic self. He has my entire heart. I just want him to be happy.

[hello-nichya-here]

what separates Near from L?

Near is, obviously, actively trying to be like L and that's why they're so simmilar, but there is one thing that always struck me as distinguishing him not only from L, but from Light and Mello as well: Near's way of dealing with rivalries.

He is Mello's rival because that's how the place they were raised at worked, and while Mello clearly resents him a lot and refuses to work with him for the longest time, Near never opposed to the idea and then had no issue trusting and praising Mello even after some truly awful shit he did. He made sure to help Mello hide his identity from Kira (and thus saving his life) without being asked to do so, and when the idea of them "racing each other" towards defeating Kira was brought up, Near sounded much more like he saw it as a friendly thing.

While he fucked with Light's head a bit by copying L, he seemed completely unimpressed by his shenanigans, even with supernatural stuff involved. He wanted to defeat him, yes, but it was about honoring L and because he seemed legitimately disgusted by Kira's ideology. There was no gruding admiration, no connection, nothing in any resembling the whole "Kira is childish and hates losing. I'm also childish and hate losing."

"Near" is a very ironic name, because he is distant from most things. He is not completely unbothered by the stuff around him, but there's just that feeling that none of this matters to him as much as it did to the other three guys. He could remain more objective about stuff instead of getting distracted by the mindgames.

I think that, combined with the "He is a copy of L" factor, is why so many fans (myself included) took sometime to warm up to him, and others never did. He is not there for the cat and mouse thing, he's just doing something he believes it's his duty.

I honestly only started liking him and Mello after Near helps him hide his identity and Mello then repays him by letting him know two of the Death Note's rules are false. Genuinely helping each other due to genuine gratitude was something neither L nor Light would ever do, so it helped those two new dudes become more distinguished from them in my eyes.

Also he never held a woman hostage for an absurdly long time through the world's most non-consensual bondage play ever, nor did he cuff his rival to himself, so he is clearly less unhinged/horny than L.

[rottedbrainz]

Dearest darlingest mootie what is Tibbs's relationship with Floyd? Does his fatherly protectiveness apply to both of his daughters or does he just not like Rand specifically 🤔

(Sent as anon bc sideblog 😔)

—posie💐♥️

Fatherly protectiveness?

Wdym?

He loves Floyd! They get along very well and Tibbs is happy to call him his son in law. They even "hallucinate" together every now and then :D👍

Though he was probably pretty worried whenever Janice told him he already had a kid (Animal). But Floyd gave Tibbs a first good impression, and the two have been cool since. I'd like to think he'd invite Floyd to guys night too catch a break from Animal.

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Specifically does not like Rand. It's a grudge Tibbs holds against Randall and it'll probably take some huge family drama for Tibbs to forgive and forget Rand. I mean Tibbs should forgive and forget at this point since the poor grouch gave him grand kids.

Like come on, how can you hold a grude against this? 🥺☺️

[kairunatic]

Marine Resort Crisis Midsummer School with You part 2 Ep 6(Before)

>>Link to the previous ep

So we start with a little monologue from Reprobus saying he had a dream/memory of someone who is called *Savior* carrying all the Burden of the world but has the Grude of other people till he died

Then we see another monologue of Reprobus Reflecting what he learn from the people he met on the resort

Back to the present we now see The Marine Patrol Squad still dealing with the shark. Behemoth who is like shark Magnet acted as bait and they needed to gather a lot of sharks as possible. While Reprobus drives the ship

[tendrflesh]

*     ◟    :    〔  derek luh   ,     demi-man    +   they/he    〕    otis gao ,      some say you’re a  twenty-nine  lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both responsible and  foolish,  one can’t help but think of  got shocked  by  wednesday  when you walk by.    are you still a   blade runner  at  stoneage industries   even with your reputation as the achilles heel?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and   dark circles under eyes, frayed hems on slightly too long pants, damp hair in the morning.    although we can’t help but think of carl grimes (the walking dead), landry clarke (friday night lights), joseph cooper (inerstellar).   whenever we see you down these rainy streets. ’

BASICS

NAME: otis carlson gao NICKNAMES: oti JOB: bladerunner, stoneage industries BIRTHDAY: march 10 ZODIAC: pisces sun SEXUALITY: pansexual  GENDER: demi-man, they/he RELIGION: none THREE POSITIVE TRAITS: responsible, trusting, empathetic, loyal THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS: foolish, obedient, distraught ENNEAGRAM: 6w5 MYERS-BRIGGS: isfj AESTHETIC: dark circles under eyes, frayed hems on slightly too long pants, damp hair in the morning CHARACTER INSPO: carl grimes (the walking dead), landry clarke (friday night lights), joseph cooper (inerstellar) LIKES: DISLIKES:

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WANTED CONNECTIONS

twin sister (london thur)

flings

ex

sibling type relationship

someone who makes them question everything

someone who wants to manipulate him

current connections

dealer: bash owens

siblings type: rafferty o'shea, raven kowalski

nerds: silas clarke

enemy/grude: frankie levin

FAST FACTS

otis has been a blade runner for over six years now

he's very good at his job - yet there is something poking at him

curious, wanting stability but knows there can be more

has a strong moral code, but can be persuaded if you adhere to that code

protective instinct

shy and unassuming at first

secret drug addiction that few know about

frankie killed his aunt & uncle and has been holding a grudge against her for years now - he's not quite vengeful but he's almost there

more to come...

[angelsandemons]

Blitzø Buckzo

About the Muse

Date of Death :: N/A

Pronouns :: He / Him

Species :: Demon (Hellborn)

Height :: 5'4"

Blitzø (formally Blitzo), is an Imp that was born into a circus family, so he was very much a performer from birth. However, he never quite that the knack for being a clown that his best friend, Fizzarolli did. In fact, Blitzø knew from an early age that his father, Cash, would have been much happier with Fizzarolli as a son. Far from resenting his friend for this, he actually admired him, and eventually fell in love as they got older.

Just before he was going to tell Fizzarolli of his feelings though, he second-guessed himself and quickly left, accidentally starting a horrible fire that killed his mother and permanently disfigured both Fizzarolli and himself. His sister Barbie, as well as his father, survived the incident relatively unscathed, but both resented him for it for the rest of his life. Blitzø and Fizzarolli's friendship ended with that fire.

Blitzø stumbled through the next several years of his life getting in to a number of romantic, or at least sexual relationships and watching every single one go down in flames by his own hand (figuratively this time). But he also continued to seek out his childhood dream of running his own business. While he never quite got the hang of being a clown. Blitzø did hone his shooting skills over the years since the fire, and was now confident enough to start a contract killing business called the Immediate Murder Professionals (IMP). The idea was to have clients in Hell pay them to kill people they had a grude on back on Earth. The only thing he needed to make this a reality was a means of getting into the human realm.

However when he entered the estate of an Ars Goetia to steal a grimoire that would allow him do this, he was caught, and ran into Stolas, someone he had not seen in over two decades. Blitzø's father had sold him to the prince for a day as a playmate (though also to steal as much as he could get his hands on). Using every bit of his performing skills he still had left, Blitzø talked his way into getting the book, though also ended up having an affair with Stolas as well. Their relations continued on a monthly basis in exchange for use of the grimoire. and IMP was finally born.

After employing Millie and Moxxie, two other Imps with a talent for killing, his adopted daughter Loona also joined the team. Very recently, the deal he had with Stolas was broken off, and he now uses an Asmodean Crystal to travel freely and legally between Hell and Earth.

Abilities

N/A (he has no supernatural abilities, he's still good at a lot of things)

Additional Notes

N/A