#i will probably do one of the princes as well

[bokutoko]

2/14

character: atsumu miya (timeskip!atsumu)

wc: 1.4k

cw: valentine’s day (barf), alcohol, cussing, kinda sorta uni!au (uni!reader x msby!atsumu), slight feelings of inadequacy (reader), they kith💋, atsumu thinks the L-word

pt. 2(ish?) to 7/11

Valentine's Day... also known as your least favorite day of the year (besides your birthday, but that’s a whole different story). The holiday made popular by monetizing the idea of setting aside only one day out of the year to show how much you love your partner, with all the godforsaken life-sized teddy bears and dozens of balloons, and all the mediocre chocolate and overpriced flowers. A cock of shit was what it was—someone should not be loved just one day out of the year. 

Of course, its only significance to you was being a milestone to remind yourself how painfully single you were.

But you weren't bitter. Not at all. Not. One. Bit.

The kicker, though? It almost felt like you didn't even want anybody. The mere idea of dating someone—a person you probably didn’t even know at the time and probably (not so) secretly a piece of shit—made you so nauseous that swearing relationships off altogether seemed more tempting as the days passed...

But alas, the small, hopeless romantic peeking through the rose-tinted lenses of your heart unfortunately held out for something beautiful one day... Maybe not for a prince, but a knight in shining armor. Maybe not a man to sweep you off your feet, but instead one willing to help you pick up the pieces when it felt like everything was falling apart at your feet. 

"Maybe I'll just die an old spinster.”

"C'mon, it can't be that bad," Atsumu's Kansai dialect filtered through your headphones as you walked across campus to your morning class. He’d called, asking if you had any fun plans for the night, fully knowing you didn’t.

“There’s carnations and balloons all over campus. It looks like one of those my little ponies took a dump all over the place."

"But ‘m sure them carnations are pretty. Maybe you'll get one from a guy or somethin’."

"I think I'd rather die," you gagged.

A laugh filled your ears, and everything felt okay–what a nice sound to hear. But after feeling your heart do the thing, you quickly shook it off.

It was strange how for years now, it sometimes made you feel all weirdly warm and tingly when Atsumu laughed with you (even sometimes when he laughed at you).

It was best to not even entertain that notion.

"Well, gotta go, 'm at class," you sighed loudly for dramatic effect, "Maybe I'll go bitch to 'Samu later about my woes and personal vendettas. y’know, since you hate me."

Atsumu found himself smiling at your childish whining. "You mean ‘cause I'll be at practice?"

"Same thing."

“Fuck you too,” he grumbled with a scoff, not an ounce of actual annoyance in his voice, “Bye, nerd.”

A small smile made its way onto your face at his jabs. That was how it always was with Atsumu, ever since you two were in high school together. The both of you always shat on each other, knowing there was never any heat in your malicious words. It was nice, being able to feel safe with someone, to feel comfortable enough to be yourself and unapologetically bully your best friend.

As you prepped for lecture, your mind wandered, constantly circling back to your partner in crime. With every moment that passed, you quickly came to realize that Atsumu always only judged you a little bit with your (sometimes questionable) decisions, keeping it real with you while ultimately supporting you and being one of your biggest cheerleaders. Because all he wanted was to see you succeed. All he wanted was to see you happy.

You felt your face heat up just from thinking about him. 

For fuck’s sake—

While it was nice to attempt to delude yourself into thinking something could ever happen, you were easily able to convince yourself that this strange… crush was most likely unrequited.

This was Atsumu. Your Atsumu. He deserved the world.

And yet, you were just… you.

Time seemed to pass as slow as humanly possible: all your classes droning on, your exam sucking the life out of you, your professors assigning loads of busywork for the weekend ahead. The walk back to your cramped, overpriced shithole apartment was bustling with people: couples going on dinner dates, partners buying last minute gifts, and the occasional groups of galentines. Thankfully, your roommates all had plans with loved ones or already left for the weekend, so you had the entire place to yourself to sulk!

Turning the key and walking inside, you were slapped in the face with color. The common room area was decorated with a couple red heart balloons and… a pink “happy birthday” balloon floating around?

Your eyes honed in on Atsumu standing in the middle of the living room, holding another pink happy birthday balloon.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. Y’have no idea how hard it is to find last minute stuff,” Atsumu sighed with a sheepish grin, "and I know it ain’t your birthday, but it was pink—a-and the color kinda matches, so…”

‘What was he talking about?’ he thought to himself, ‘oh god, please shut up.’

And the epiphany came crashing down upon you that maybe you never actually hated Valentine’s Day, you just wanted someone to love you every day, not just for one day of the year. You looked over to the chocolates on the counter and the flowers perched in a vase next to them—it was your favorite everything. On display before you was your favorite dessert, your favorite flowers, your favorite person—

“‘Tsumu…” you struggled to find the right words, “What is all this?”

He just shrugged, hiding the flush to his cheeks by scratching the back of his neck. “Ya’ve been all down in the dumps that you’re single ‘n shit, so i got some chocolates, some box wine, and ‘Samu’s hulu logged in so we can rot on the couch and watch anything ya want tonight.” 

Atsumu watched you break out in the biggest smile, almost splitting your face in two, and god, he knew he loved you.

You swiped a box of chocolates off the counter. “You know me too well.”

He returned your smile with one of his own, so handsomely crooked. “I know.”

As the hours passed, empty boxes of chocolates were scattered on the table, along with half-drank glasses from a second round of wine. The two of you devolved into sharing a blanket that was definitely too small for the both of you, resulting in you two occasionally tugging on it and grumbling, “gimme.”

“Woulda thought you’d have plans tonight,” you commented as an ad played on the TV, your voice attempting to sound as casual as possible.

He hummed, feigning nonchalance as well. “I do. I’m here, ain’t I?”

You actively couldn’t stop the snort that escaped you. “Be serious, ‘Tsumu.”

“What, can I not make my own kind of plans?” he huffed in reply.

“I meant a date, ‘Tsumu. Y’know, with a girl ya like.”

He hesitated, feeling slightly deflated by her response. “Yeah…?” His voice was uncharacteristically… soft. It may had just been the alcohol talking, but Atsumu wondered if the taste of your lips, now stained a soft pink, was any better than the vino you two shared.

The air in the room suddenly felt way too warm, and you could feel your face flush as you just silently stared at him, like you were some brainless neanderthal. You swallowed, only just now realizing how close the two of you were—no longer tugging on the blanket but practically cuddling. You felt the warmth of his thigh against your own, and you swore you could die right there on the spot, melting right into a puddle of goo. 

Clearing your throat, you mumbled, “Yeah.”

His eyes lazily bounced back and forth between yours, searching for something, and he let out a sigh. “Yer the smartest person I’ve ever known, but God, you can be so damn stupid sometimes.”

Before you had the chance to fire an insult back, you felt a pair of lips on yours, the movements gentle yet nervous. It was instinctual, bordering embarrassing, how fast you melted into the kiss. His tongue tasted of white chocolate truffles and red wine, the heady mixture causing you to let out the softest sigh in his mouth. Atsumu's hands gently cupped your jaw, his thumbs gently running along your cheekbones until his brain finally caught up to his actions.

He pulled away and watched you almost chase his lips, your eyes still fluttering with your skin bathed in the soft lamplight of the room. He quietly whispered, “Sorry, I–”

“Don’t you dare apologize, you dumbass. Just kiss me again.”

And you didn’t have to tell him twice. 

a/n: happy valentine’s day to all the happy couples and all the single people out there—single or not, here’s some atsumu to feed the delulu <33

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expanding on my previous post about orym witnessing cyrus's funeral

the silken squall burn their deceased over open bodies of water or forests, so their spirits can keep travelling after their bodies are gone

because of this, they have to move the city to the closest body of water/forest

the loved ones or volunteering magic users take turns watching over the body and keeping it cold. it's also a way for the deceased to not be left alone, assuring them their community is with them until the end

during the few days of travel, the immediate family will be showered with love, provided with food and having their house cleaned by their neighbours/friends/distant family. this is to give them time to mour and to prepare the cremation ceremony

dorian's house is the biggest tent in the city, made of probably a few dozen tents connected between each other and almost as tall as a two-story building

everyone lives in portable homes but it's colorful and organized. the tents have creative patterns either weaved, embroidered or painted on them. the stone roads make mosaics of air genasi motifs

the wyvernwind home is the only one covered with a huge linen roofing, though the normal colorful tent peaks underneath it

the entire wyvernwind is dressed in linen. not entirely, though, just their jewelry. dorian is always impeccably dressed, but his rings, earrings, boots, belt and shoulder piece has linen sewn around it. his father and mother are the same

dorian is almost always busy watching cyrus's body, recepting other air genasi that wish to bring food to the wyvernwinds, hand-making the wooden boat that will burn with cyrus in a few days

orym spends a lot of time with goyan enlil-wyvernwind, dorian's mom, since zeru wyvernwind seems to have assumed most of the work on land

(orym suspects the man is avoiding his grieving home's emotional needs like the plague)

they talk a lot about dorian - his childhood, his adventures outside that city, his music, his fight - but she also seems interested about orym

more than once orym thinks if she actually wants to know about his life with the air ashari and how much it's her common diplomatic gait

"the linen?" she answers orym. it took him three days to build courage to ask. "have you noticed how our skin looks against the sky?"

goyan was the slightest darker than dorian, though her hair was a lighter blue. the resemblance to her son was undeniable, even if her eyes were green like cyrus's

"you look like the sky on a clear day"

"every day is clear up here" she said with a smile. "under all this linen, against the blue, what do we look like?"

"clouds" orym answered, and she nodded. "we look like clouds. it's an old tradition that says that, if we cover our loved one in linen, we'll not be saying goodbye to a loved one, but to a cloud passing by."

she managed to say the entire thing with posture, but drops everything she's holding and covers her mouth, breathing hard. "oh no, my baby! my baby, my baby, my baby..."

and orym comforts her, knowing too well what she's feeling

orym can't help to watch cyrus, but he's everywhere else: his hands bleed after cutting all the wood for the boat, he seems to be the only reason dorian remembers to eat and drink water, and he loses his sleep to hold his insomniac lover

"i'm such a fucking failure. i suck, i suck so much. i can't do this, orym, i can't fucking do this" dorian growls against his chest

"i'm right here, my love. we'll do this together. you're doing incredibly, i'm so proud of you."

"it should be him in my place. i was never meant to be here, this not my place"

orym swallows the vision of unconscious dorian in his arms under the radiant gaze of predathos. he wants to smack dorian for saying nonsense, but he knows that pain too well. "not a lot of people can say they were so loved until the very end. in times of chaos, you are giving cyrus the treatment of a prince."

"i barely feel like myself most of the time. i can't remember the days."

and orym holds him, because he knows how it feels

zeru comes back the morning of the ceremony, the sixth day of orym's stay. his skin is ashy and his light blue eyes have sunk into his skull

goyan is keeping him company, touching his arm, his face, his back - and he leans into the touch every time with fail

they have a family meal and zeru avoids dorian's gaze at all costs. orym doesn't know if dorian noticed, because his gaze is equally focused on the table

by the end of the day, the city is reunited, with the wyvernwinds ahead, by the edge of the silken squall. beneath them, the ocean glistens dark blue and purple

cyrus's boat is perfectly tailored for his size, filled with a few of his belongings and his body fully protected by linen. before sending it away, an old genasi lady cuts off the linen on the wyvernwinds clothes and puts the fabric in the boat as well

cyrus floats away, though always closest to dorian than anyone else in the world

dorian whistles a tune as a guard raises a flaming arrow, that flies when the tune ends

fire silently burns the boat into dust as the dozens of genasi watched in complete silence. the only heir of the silken squall holds himself up, though his fingers squeeze orym's painfully

the first time dorian and zeru look at each other is when the last pieces of brumestone fall and there's nothing else to watch. father and son look nothing alike, orym notices - zeru's angular jaw and broad built is an almost ghostly replica of cyrus. dorian's dimples and loose waves resemble his mother a lot more

they don't say a word. dorian's tears are loud and choked, cutting the night air like a knife to the gut. zeru's tears are ragged and tired, ringing with his deep voice, like the land cried with him

goyan hold both of them, closing themselves from the rest of the world

orym decides to leave with the other genasi citizens back to his quarters. as much as he promised he'd be there for him, this was the time for the wyvernwinds. when dorian needs him, he'll be right there to help and support him, like dorian is for him

the night fell, but the sun will always rise in the end

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

VIRGO MERCURY ♍️📫✨️

Virgo mercury.

and why it is domicile.

. and the people who have this placement who are famous.. Whitney Houston. Being one of the most powerful people with the voice of that and Amy Winehouse and Freddie Mercury. open people who have this placement. I literally just wrote all of this and it took me ages and I keep losing it. Where I live at the moment has really bad signal..,, so this can show you a placement and part of it because Virgo rules talking our intellect our thoughts our voice how our voice sounds, what we With that what we talk about. how we go How we get our point across.I’m going to show you. How this can be. The strongest placement at all. The strongest placement in a darker side of it. Like for this is coming from personal experience being a Virgo mercury. For instance I love it that Freddie Mercury is called Freddie Mercury because he is Virgo mercury and a Virgo sun .Own rule. Prince Harry, who literally comes from the royal family who written about talked about everything. have had TV shows. around them documentaries. probably millions. Around the world.. he’s had his words changed against him because of his narrative with his wife. Who I believe might B a a narcissist . so you can see how it can come from another person all of these great singers who shared their words with us and live on in our memory and our cultural research have this placement, OK Amy Winehouse even the way how at the Grammy she’s like making fun of Justin timberlake’s album this can also make your voice be quite unique. It grows a player in another way like and I’m thinking of skins when Effie in the first series doesn’t talk at all I literally would be mute at school and talkative at home this is being somebody who only got diagnosed as autistic in the last three years. because when you're on that borderline of normal and unusual. putting it nicely for once. Because when I was growing up you still didn’t really talk about mental health like it was there but it wasn’t how it is now it wasn’t a thing that was talked about so for a lot of millennials it’s like a whole new learning process like our whole culture has been taken away from us in a way. We live in an opposite world.

Freddie Mercury a gay man he literally only told the press the day before he died that he had the virus and was seriously ill he knew it was gonna come out in a matter of time. And didn’t know how he’d feel about that probably and all the headlines that would be written.

And this is how it comes across through other people’s words you could literally have your reputation tarnished like it’s a strong placement whenever there’s a detriment full domicile or exaltation in a chart that is going to be very strong in this person's life. Like words are gonna be a thing.. like for me I feel like it went the opposite way like I obsess over because Virgo knows that what people expect it may be a mutable sign but it’s very astute that’s why I said that Virgo moons., I don’t understand why it’s not a detriment or full placement really because. It’s very cruel and it can roam over grooming, and also I believe self harm I mean look at Amy Winehouse when she did that magazine cover and that photo shoot with that photographer I do not like anything it’s quite disgusting Terry Richardson where she’s literally carving her partner’s name into her body that is heavy Britney Spears when she shaved her hair and whacked that paparazzi’s car and myself people might be really heavy drug users there’s also going to be a theme possibly around their weight and their size sometimes from Jacob binges sometimes from the opposite withdrawal I remember with Whitney Houston at the Michael Jackson tribute concert where they both weren’t very well she came on the stage and I remember my dad saying that she looked good but apparently they had to digitally alter her weight so I dread to imagine if that is true and what she really looked like because she was tiny like these people are aware of things that are young age and that can see through people’s bullshit.

They can get turned on by being degradated or humiliated that even,. I truly believe that with Virgo because they are not. Happy with who they are and that is why they strive to perfection they’re just this psychic as pisces

it's just in a different kind of way. Is more in a viable way rather than feeling but you can definitely feel an energy they can feel the energy they can feel the room they can read a room in both sense of the word of reading a room and reading a person down like Wendy Williams on her infamous interview.and all these people have had, shows documentaries series about them, so just words just think words intellect is gonna be a big theme in their life. Whether other people say it or not you can read it on a variety of anxious energy. An urgency they do not like being alone for a long even the quieter ones. I think of Amy Winehouse and Freddie Mercury with their iconic voices uneven iconic look.

that many girls across the nation copied that Amy Winehouse thick eyeliner and beehive hair. she wanted to be like all the girl groups that had come before in the 60s and this will be a massive thing in their life music will literally live music it will be like a drug to them and they won’t be able to let other people have any control play music. Like with Whitney Houston and she has that strong leo’s sun sign. I know because I am one myself with a Virgo mercury.. but she also has that Aries band and on the Diane Sawyer interview they’re like is it is it booze, is it pills, is it drugs what is it what’s the devil and she’s like I don’t know do you know Diane.. no you don’t and she read Wendy down exactly the same.. but she could also be incredibly charming. but she obviously had some,. Why you’re being manipulated by Bobby Brown to some degree even though I don’t think Bobby is completely to blame we literally watched her lose her voice that’s, how powerful These person is and her child really young two years old.

Look you see how that can play out in such a dark way like Freddie Mercury got that disease aids and HIV I don’t really like to talk about this but he obviously got from like 6:00 with men who’s up literally has been publicly I guess humiliated and he knew this he knew that the world would see it like that so celebrities do tell the press things that they know are gonna get out even things that probably wouldn't get out. They know and he probably knew the ship it would make him feel and the pain the headlines like his secret would be out in a way yeah well it was his secret and it was his choice. I find it rather ironically I find the press kind of disgusting even as someone who’s into celebrity culture like watching Britney Spears like in real time shave her head get that tattoo and click see how mercuries and Sagittarius that’s detriment and I love her for what she did but even in 2007 we didn’t know about mental health it wasn’t really spoken about it was something that was but we didn’t know ohh it was I feel that’s how I remember it But it was painful to watch OK felt away about that Wow what’s going on I feel like Virgo could rule self harm as well the elevator is self harm they do they really really do like I just said about Britney Spears and she got 5150 didn’t she in 2007 if you remember Amy when she did that photo shoot was that sick photographer who I hate Terry Richardson. She’s literally cutting her partner’s name into her body like they like that they they do what is it being I’m not too sure or me for instance like myself on every day by injecting drugs into my body like the pain and those come from that my axe who is doing it all the time he has Venus conjunct Mars and Mars is more about pain and Venus is more about pleasure so when you mix the two together and create this tangible. Like we can really be into pain pain pain hi needles knives burning like I can think of all of them. I can also attribute this to having Venus conjunct chiron the wounded healer. being CHIRON the asteroid. and whatever sign it is is where you have the pain going on in your life. all the deepest pain.

Even Freddie Mercury having those extra teeth that allegedly made his voice sound so amazing and the fact that Live Aid.,. where he’s talking to the crowd and he’s doing like he’s vocal warm ups to the crowd that is something that you can’t forget that is something that is a cultural reset like I said with Amy Winehouse too I’m Whitney Houston who’s been known as the voice. that that comes through that part of that chart so strongly vividly. And how people have also wrote words about them out of their control or out of their reach or power .. or you can have it or you grow up in a household where you were lied to a lot and your own narrative and words were taken away from me or you were the one who has lied to you because of your reactions to things and your upset. Which can feel really painful like if you’re not feeling that love or that you’re being stimulated you will explain hi Joseph you might ********** with bravado like Russell Brand said Amy Winehouse stayed a bit like stubbing out cigarettes and chucking them around to impress him, i always related to that so much this is quite painful they will actually self harm with drugs and mutilate themselves ohh I am not being ridiculed to her my life and how I’ve had that happen to them his children and abuse can take any form like for me it was more isolation like if I feel like my relationship for the last six years it turned into my parents and it killed me it literally broke my spirit because I didn’t wanna be dysfunctional obese can be sexual, violent because corrosive was self-inflicted are you a danger to yourself or others and honestly I think it needs to be talked about more. I was saying to my boyfriend last night that crying up middle class you can often feel like this, This is why I love shameless so much and watch it every night over and over again because I love how they stick together on council estates. and run scams to make money. I loyal to each other borough and land.l borrow of Peter to Pay Paul.... I know it because it’s my lifestyle too even though I’m not from a counselor state I will come into that drug world where it’s heavy in that in a way in that world not always you get many different addicts. And not all of the same. We’re all different every one of us growing up in a family where addiction wasn’t a thing. Even if they say they understand they ******* don’t.

 they treat you like their unwanted ginger stepchild, and if you wanted to save more physical affection,. They will starve you of it they believe you just want more and more when in fact it’s a ******* illness for ******** why not think of where it actually originated from so you could actually ******* do something about it. sorry but it makes me really angry. to the point of wanting to hurt myself.

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Hey Peb! 💖 I’m not sure if this suits the length/format, but how about: Avengers au, you & the team are celebrating a successful mission, and our Silvertongue proposes a toast. In amongst the standard congratulations, he accidentally hints at a feeling or two about the reader.

If this doesn’t work for you, ok to skip 💚 thank you!

Surprise! Happy Valentine's Day, Lady. Loki has something special for you! 💚

The Angel in His Ear

AN: The Avengers rely on you as their tactical expert. You're the well-prepared strategic agent, the voice in their headsets that invisibly guides them through their dangerous missions. Sometimes, though, it can be thankless work. Loki, however, never takes you for granted and he's about to show you just how much you mean to him.

AU Loki on Avengers team x femme reader

CW: nothing I can think of. Cussing, maybe. Mostly a fluffy Valentine's treat for @sweetsigyn and @ladyofthestayingpower

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It was a coincidence really, that the mission wrapped up February 13th. Stark's victory parties were always held the day after, like clockwork, when everyone was back together in Avenger's Tower. It was a sacred tradition. That meant, of course, that this one would be on Valentine's Day.

You groaned and rubbed your temples as you thought about it. You'd completely forgotten about these parties, forgot about Valentine's Day too. It hardly seemed important when the whole team was expecting your voice in their headsets telling them which bullets to dodge or exits to take. Every ounce of your energy had been used up on tracking the team, constantly directing them through their earpieces in real time. It was grueling and stressful, hours of making quick decisions to get everyone out alive.

Even thinking about dragging yourself to the swanky party in your nicest (but most uncomfortable) dress while everyone schmoozed and mingled and chitchatted with fancy drinks and hor d'oeuvres, made you feel a bit bitter.

It wasn't that you didn't like a party, or a nice drink, or delicious food, or your team members. It was just that most of the time you didn't feel like you belonged. You weren't a super soldier or a demigod, you were just an agent.

You were the first agent to greet them as they landed, funneling out of the jet slapping each other's backs in congratulations and basking in their victory, forgetting that you were the one guiding them through it all.

Not all of them were like that, though. Tony was, of course, an asshole and never even acknowledged your presence. You were pretty sure he didn't even know your name. Natasha was kind, usually giving you a little nod, or wink, or salute of thanks, sometimes even a hug. But the best moment always came last, when you'd spot Loki's tall elegant form exiting the plane. He always let everyone go before him, and he always walked towards you gracefully with that irresistible smile, even when he was beaten up or clearly exhausted.

Every time, he would take your hand gently, bow to kiss it and say, “Thank you, dear lady, for your guidance. We could never do this without you.”

That was enough to send all the blood rushing to your head in a hot wave, but then he would also meet your gaze for a long moment, those aquamarine irises taking you in, making you feel so seen, valued, precious even.

You loved those moments, and he never failed to bestow them. Every time. You tried to rationalize his actions. He's a prince, after all. In his culture it's probably just good royal manners to be over-the-top charming like that. He'd probably do that with anyone.

At least I'll get to see him in a suit, you thought with a smirk as you put the finishing touches on your hair and makeup. You huffed at your reflection in the mirror. It was the same thing you wore every time, that one “good dress” and nice heels. With a sour feeling you thought to yourself, it doesn't matter. No one will notice me anyway.

Nevertheless, you rallied and click-clacked your way around the shiny atrium, drink in hand, trying to just enjoy the scene; the breathtaking skyline, the beautiful gowns and opulent red and pink lanyards and balloons. The free gourmet chocolates and champagne weren't bad either. Yeah, you considered, Yeah I could get used to this.

Just as you were beginning to settle into enjoying your anonymity and sensory treats, you heard a beautiful silky baritone call out your name. You'd know that voice anywhere and it gave you a bubbly rush that had nothing to do with the champagne.

When you turned to see him in that stunning three-piece suit, you decided that the view of the city was only the second most breathtaking thing you'd seen tonight. He was a beguiling dream in perfectly tailored forest green satin, and he was grinning broadly at you and only you. And god, he had his luscious inky black hair pulled back into a neat low ponytail tonight. You were definitely not prepared for the heavenly sight of him looking like this. You were so stunned you momentarily forgot that you can't breathe and swallow your drink at the same time.

Coughing slightly, you greeted him warmly. “Loki! Sorry! You surprised me. You look fantastic.”

He nodded graciously, hands hooked into his pockets as he shifted weight from one foot to the other. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he seemed a bit boyish and nervous, and you couldn't for the life of you imagine why.

“As do you, my dear lady,” he said kissing your hand, “absolutely ravishing.”

You giggled. You couldn't help it. The man oozed charm.

You spotted the slightest hint of pale pink painted over his porcelain cheeks and a funny little sway in his movements.

“Loki...are you drunk?”

“Nooo,” he said with a theatrical hand to his chest, “why of course not! I'm just full....but I am very full.”

“Full of what?”

“Shit,” quipped Thor from behind his brother, then laughed thunderously at his own cleverness.

Loki rolled his eyes and rubbed his forehead in annoyance while the big blond oaf slapped his back and said, “Oh, I only jest, brother!” then sauntered on through the room with his flagon of ale.

Loki sighed and then met your eyes saying, “You know, sometimes I feel like I don't belong on this planet.”

“That makes two of us...and I was born here,” you said.

“Really, darling? What a shame that you, of all people, feel like an outsider.” He fixed you with those beautiful sapphire eyes again. “As one who's always been one, I'd hate for you to feel such pain. You're...so warm...so kind.”

“It's okay,” you said softly and sadly. “I'm used to it. And I'm just grateful for your kindness.”

“I see you, my lady,” he said with a faint, knowing grin, “and you deserve the kindness you give.”

You both toasted to that. But the moment was shattered as Tony took the mic and began the long process of toasting their victory. Everyone took turns, drunkenly slurring a “cheers” into the microphone and praising their friends. It was par for the course with this sort of thing, white noise in the background of your many evenings spent this way. Until something altogether different happened...something no one was expecting, least of all you.

Loki had performed a graceful little hop onto the stage and before you knew it, you heard your name, in his voice, float through the entire room, loud and clear.

You stood, staring like a deer in headlights, completely unsure of what was about to happen and willing yourself to disappear right through the floor. You questioned if this was really happening, but then he said your name again, more softly, just for you this time even though it was across a room.

“A toast to this dear lady, to the guardian angel speaking into our ears, guiding us like a goddess of victory through the darkest and most violent of times. My dear,” he continued, a broad lovely hand over his chest and eyebrows peaked in a soft expression. He seemed on the verge of tears. “You've saved us all, but you've saved me especially, in every way...been a friend when I was friendless, saw the good in me when no one had.”

The room was utterly silent. You could hear your own pulse in your ears. He couldn't be saying what you though he was saying, could he?

“You spent so many days listening, caring, seeing me. Well, I see you, darling. And shame on anyone who took you for granted.”

He took a moment to scowl at his team mates, a sharp glare above his severe cheekbones giving everyone pause, especially Tony. With a single look he made it clear that no one would undervalue you ever again, or they would have to deal with him.

He held on to the microphone stand now, looking down contemplatively, uncharacteristically unsure of what to say or how to say it.

Finally he continued, “What I mean to say is....I...you are...I feel...oh hell.”

He leaped off the platform in one graceful swoop and bounded towards you, closing the distance in a few effortless movements of his long legs.

Before you knew it, his arm curved gently around your waist, the other cradling your face and his lips meeting yours frantically in an ecstatic kiss. The world faded around you. There were deafening cheers, there were glasses clinking, there was confetti and music, but none of it compared to the little universe of joy Loki had just made for you.

You pulled back, reluctantly, but in need of air, high and dizzy from his grand gesture. He stared down at your face, the most lovely thing he had ever seen, and stroked it gently saying, “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you...I just...”

You shut him up with another long giddy kiss. Then said, “We should have done this a long time ago.”

You both chuckled and began to dance in a shower of confetti, hope, and relief, knowing that you'd both have a guardian angel from now on.

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[cupidkay-666]

“Valentine’s Day”

Tw: cnc, knifeplay, bondage, kidnapping, under the influence with consent, nipple play, etc.

“Hey, you” your phone lit small shadows around your room. Ugh. Well. Maybe, this one is the one. You thought as you swiped open the dating app. “Hey! What’s up?” You responded. That’s where this all started. A stupid fucking dating app. You grin as conversation takes over all your free time. Weeks go by like this, spending all your time talking to him. His profile paints him as Prince Charming, his pictures show a kind smile, deep eyes, and dimples. The sweetest face you’d ever seen. Guess what? Prince Charming doesn’t fucking exist. Obviously you’re naive. You was in complete shock when the day before Valentine’s, he cancels the date you two had planned. To finally meet. To share a romantic picture perfect Valentine’s evening. Your anger surpasses your judgement, surpasses the excuse he gave, surpasses all except typing out a message to let him know he fucking sucks.

“Happy fucking Valentine’s Day, you Jackass” is all you text him back before ignoring his many messages. Fuck him. And fuck Valentine’s Day.

You ignore him for hours. Only one message really catches your attention, but you blow it off. You look at the message once more “I’ll give you a happy Valentine’s Day you ungrateful bitch” and *click* , you turn your phone off. Whatever. You fling the phone on the charger and crawl into bed. You struggle to fall asleep, but once you do, you’re out cold. You wake the next morning and roll your eyes before throwing a pillow on your face. Great. It’s finally Valentine’s Day. The most loving day of the year. What a joke.

You finally get out of bed around lunchtime , and decide fuck it. You’ll take yourself out. Who needs a man to have fun. You take your time, showering, doing your makeup. Curling your hair. Picking out the skankiest outfit you can find, perfect. Once your finished getting dressed you look at the clock, fuck it’s already 6pm. You throw on some lip gloss and run out the door to your car. You head to the fullest bar in town. You aren’t exactly sure where the time goes. Before you know it, it’s 9pm and you have no clue how much you’ve had to drink, or who this random ass man is whose dancing with you. It’s probably time to get home. You stumble off the dance floor. Out to the parking garage. You spot your car and smile in relief,” God my bed sounds like the perfect spot to be right now.”, you think to yourself. Just as you go to grab the door handle to your car, something is over your mouth and nose, then everything goes black. Time along with everything disappears.

When you come to, your home in your bedroom. This feels unreal, like a fever dream. What’s real and what’s not?? You look down to notice your are only in your red bra and panties, tied and bound. Fuck, ok I guess moving is not an option. Your eyes are brimmed with panic and fright. “Hello there sweetheart, I saw you leaving the bar, all alone, and…. Y’a know, something about that wasn’t right. So, i figured. The hell with it, I would come keep you company. “ a deep voice was coming from the corner of your room. You went to speak but only drooling mumbles came. You moved your mouth around the gag ball, but it was no use, you couldn’t move it. “Sorry about that darling, I can’t take the chance of anyone hearing you possibly say things. Things you won’t mean when we are done” the deep voice came into view as it spoke. Or should you say, he, came into view. His face was masked but his figure was 100% male, and big, tall, and strong. “Look, I just wanna take this nice and easy. Just let me do what I need to do and this can all be over soon, does that sound ok sweet thing? “, he cooed at you. You cried softly while trying to keep your composure, well keep it the best you can. He walked towards you, you heard a click of a knife but slammed your eyes shut and tried to ignore everything around you.

“Sorry, should’ve gotten rid of these already but I must’ve forgotten… no matter, easy problem to fix.”, he said as he took the blade up the sides of your panties, cutting them from your body. He did the same up the middle of the bra. Exposing you completely to him. You were laying on your back, arms tied together in front of you, as well your legs were tied together. His hands traced from the bottom of your body, up. Until he had his fingers curled around your neck. “You’re so fucking beautiful right now, crying and exposed. All for me…” he softly spoke, to you… or maybe just to himself. His other hand played lightly around your nipples, until he lifted his mask just enough for his mouth to be exposed and started to lick and suck on your exposed buds. You tried turning your head away from him but his hand around your neck wouldn’t let you. You could feel him smirking as he overpowered you. His spare hand made its way between your legs, you could feel him moan as he reached your core…… you was wet for him, for this stranger. “I knew you was going to enjoy yourself..” he said as he began to lift your tied legs up in the air.

You started to panic alittle looking at him as he started to unzip his pants. Pulling his cock out pumping it as your legs rested up the length of his body. He used his hands to spread you open as he teased your entry with his tip. You was so far gone you couldn’t even protest anymore. “You might feel a slight stretch princess, be good for me, take it for me, ok, come on now..” he praised at you as he started to press his full cock into you. Stretching you out even more, pushing your tied legs closer to your head as he bent you in half, and stretched your lower half in two. “Fuck I’d love to take my time, but I can’t this time. I just need this..” he started to huff as he picked up his pace. He started to fuck into you at a speed that brought fresh tears to your eyes. You was screaming through the ball gag. Unable to hold on to that last bit of sanity. His was breaking you in. Absolutely destroying your hole, like you was nothing. You get close as his thumb slides around and works on your clit. Fuck it, your close. You can’t stop yourself. You need this. You need something. You see stars and scream around the ball gag as you cream around this strangers cock. He’s not far behind you. His thrust become sloppy, as he begins to groan your name… wait how does he know your name. He stutters as he paints your insides. He breathes heavily just sitting in you for awhile. Before pulling his mask off, your eyes widen as you take him his completely recognizable face. Then he speaks. “I told you I would give you a happy fucking Valentine’s Day…although you don’t look so ungrateful now..”

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

I did a Disney Princess ranking video and uploaded on YT almost 2 years ago and I'm thinking of doing a "remake" of it because my opinions have changed quite a bit on some of the characters.

[cepheusgalaxy]

YO I DO

Banana Fish mafia plots, some good ol trauma reveal, lots of sketchy human trafficking plots underneath + some gay connotations (tw noncon themes and well human trafficking and child abuse mentions and death)

Re:Zero let's talk immortal whumpee! time loop! angst, yay! Looks like a generic isekai on the outside but it does Not disappoint (tw i haven't got to the end of it so im not sure but a few deaths. he *is* immortal)

Made In Abyss trigger warning for some nasty body horror but it's terrifying and so so so good (tw gore and body horror and child whump)

Evangelion i haven't seen it myself, but i've heard a lot about it and it is very cool. Mecha, angst, daddy issues, existential dread, the whole package

Owari no Seraph isn't adapted for many episoded (got two seasons) but it's very angsty as well! Vampires + survivor's guilt + apocalypse + also a bit homoerotic. Vampires. What can i say

Code Geass dystopia-ish setting where gran-britain is a mega imperialist state and colonizes japan. an exiled prince gets some powers and decides to fight against them (i can recall all the triggers, sorry)

Hunter X Hunter another classic, and for a reason!!! The show alternates between lighthearted and heavy arcs and its. One of my favorites. Like. Just very very good. (tw some deaths, its pretty long and fulfilling, violence)

Wonder Egg Priority a bit lower on the whump scale but i feel like it's still worth a mention. More angst-focused. Deals with heavy themes like suicide so tw for that (tw well suicide)

Pandora Hearts from the same author as the case study of vanitas and a bit older. I watched it a long time ago so i can't perfectly recall the plot but BOY it is a rollecoaster

I'm probably forgetting a few but those all very nice!

First time subbing to Crunchyroll; anyone have whumpy anime to recommend?

-A clueless newbie

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when a character says the name of the episode

[cappycodeart]

Bit of an art dump with some Fern content. I didn't get enough Fern fill in the new series tbh so I started hypothesizing a scenario where she and Itchy could meet? So, in this version of things, this is a Fern that gets re-cursed/re-grassed after Fionna restores the magic in her world, and Itchy tries to find a way to make her human again. Turns out they have more in common than I initially expected. When I connected the two, I realized they actually make for a fun parallel, like Fionna and Simon do.

(this is obviously many many years AFTER Itchy's adventure with that AU Betty I just don't have the braincells to finish a single plotline so I'm making y'all jump around with me. I'll make a proper timeline of events eventually, <3)

Bonus:

[ghastlyaffairs]

for something as trivial and simple those feelings sure are hard to get rid of

also made a gif a version for fun + alt version with no tears under the cut

the gif is in very low resolution...this is a feature (i could make it bigger but that would require saving each frame individually and than glueing it all together. also i feel like low resolution suits it better. aesthetically and fits the mood)

[syrupmap]

I have been thinking about this for months. And now this post is popping up in my reblogs again. So I thought I'd write down some of my thoughts on this.

For his sixth birthday, (this might have been just after his mother died) little Benton wanted to play in the mud with a toy bulldozer. But he got a book. Was he even able to read at six? Did he at least get a book with fun pictures?

For his seventh birthday, he asked for a go-kart. Instead, he might have gotten Huckleberry Finn. For his eighth, he asked for a Johnny Seven. Maybe he got On Civil Disobedience or The Little Prince. At nine, he just wanted a guppy. He could have been handed On The Rights of Men or To Kill a Mockingbird instead. When he turned eleven, he probably put another book in his toy box and realized it didn’t contain a single toy at all.

Just books. Seditious reading material he calls it. So, banned books? Revolutionary manifestos? Things too big for the mind of a boy who's not even a teenager but given to him anyway, because his grandmother decided he didn’t need to play. He needed to learn.

And it’s sort of funny until you picture it... A little boy sitting on the floor, turning The Social Contract over in his hands, wondering if he should rip up the papers and fold them into a model airplane.

A kid who never crashed a go-kart and got scrapes and bruises, never launched a plastic missile from a Johnny Seven while dramatically yelling and fake dying. Who would he even fake go to war against? He never named a guppy something ridiculous and cried when it died (but Benton, one single guppy? In a traveling library in the freezing cold? I must agree with his grandmother on this one).

Little kid Benton wanted to play and was told, no, you get this instead.

But the person who did this to him wasn’t cruel. She was trying to make him strong, heroic, like she was. When a fire surrounded her schoolhouse, she waded into a freezing river, held onto a burning tree, and kept the children alive. The heat melted her hair and burned her skin, but she didn’t let go.

She raised him to hold on, no matter how much it burned. And now, years later, here he is, in the middle of City Hall, filibustering into the night, gripping that podium like it's the last tree standing in a fire, refusing to sit down, refusing to shut up, because this is what she taught him to do.

And maybe she was right. Maybe the books were exactly what he needed. Maybe they made him the kind of man who could stand alone in a room full of power and not blink. They made him into a hero.

But that boy with no toys is still in there, somewhere. And he never learned how to let go.

“I never give up, it's not in my nature.”

This also made me think about his Christmases. And how he didn't really get to spend a lot of time with his dad. And how that also shaped him. And about how he's even a bit too intense for Bob Fraser. How his dad is proud of him, but also finally sees what this has done to his son (the branch that cannot bend must break).

Bob: So what are you hoping to get these wise men to do?

Fraser: Their duty.

Bob: Theirs or yours? You know, son, not everyone thinks the way you think, not everyone has your dedication, your commitment, your, your, well, frankly, your rigidity.

Fraser: I'm only doing what you taught me.

Bob: Well I've learned a few things since I died.

Fraser: Such as?

Bob: Well, I wish I'd spent more Christmases with you. And the branch that cannot bend must break.

---

Fraser: Ray, just think about it, two good men, one who should be accorded the respect due his age, one little more than a boy. They are frightened. They're frightened and ashamed. And they've good reason to be frightened. They don't think they can stand up to the Warfields of this world. Well I can. And I will.

---

Fraser: Do you think I'm being selfish and single-minded?

Bob: Oh, you're more than that son. You're obsessive, overbearing, possibly even arrogant.

Fraser: Well, thanks a lot dad, that makes me feel a whole lot better.

Bob: But you've been right.

Benton Fraser's birthday wish list

Age 6: toy bulldozer

Age 7: go cart

Age 8: Johnny 7

Age 9: guppy

Received: the most seditious reading material available through mail order

[tategaminu]

Aye guys so not only the framing is similar with them in a high place and Callum holding her chin to get her closer just like Rayla did with his scarf, they were in sunset/sunrise in the original animatic as well. I'm so normal right now

[sieglinde-freud]

let it be known that i love prince inigo with my whole soul. however sometimes it is SO much fun to think about owain and his two most loyal-est knights you ever seen: worst guy in the world #1 and worst guy in the world #2. i love retainer inigo and severa so much. retainers who bully you and make fun of you and trash on you but they’d leave behind everyone and everything they ever knew to follow you and protect you in a whole new universe. they love you so much that they’d swear allegiance to total strangers but that loyalty pales in comparison to what they’d do for you. and they were all lovers!!!!!!!

[mintjeru]

hypothetically speaking, these would be cute sticker designs ^^

open for better quality | no reposts

[symphonicsoul]

.·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. The prince is sighing as she speaks, while the Historian makes a face under his mask. Jade eyes are staring at her hands folded on the table for a moment before they rise again. It sounds more like there are a whole slew of things she wants him to tell her but doesn't know how to ask them of him, so presenting it more as an option makes it less like she's prying.

He doesn't know how to approach the situation when her words of telling him that 'he couldn't keep things from her' and 'she would find out' are rolling around in his mind. He decides it's probably best to keep those thoughts to himself knowing full well, the man of orange next to him would about lose his mind if he knew that his Liege was spoken to in such a way.

He'll start with the obvious, and even though he's told his binds of this fact, he's sure it's still a bit hard for them to digest.

"Miss Lisa, firstly when it comes to my age, I do look like a child. This is the way I looked when Misterica fell. I look this way because of my immortality. I haven't aged a day since Misterica was destroyed by Chaos."

He can feel his bind tense as he speaks about it and he watches as his head drops and his shoulders droop down towards the floor while the older man sighs. A hand is reaching under the table to rest on the elder's knee as if to give him some form of comfort. He knows his binds are all learning this information at varying speeds but none of it is quick and they haven't had the time to process it that he has - that he and Aqua have if he knows Herba well enough and he knows he does.

"I can't age. You've seen my powers in full effect whether you realized it or not. That wasn't just an injury that day, Miss Lisa. That was exactly what it looked like. I do look like a child, but I assure you I am not one. I would appreciate it if you refrained from calling me 'boy', in the future."

He's sighing again as he continues to hold the elder's hand beneath the table while his right remains visible on it's surface. She says she wants to be friends but he doesn't know to begin doing so when he has always been so guarded around her. She's referred to him as 'Makenshi' in the past until recent days when the twins decided to change his name to 'Kumo' - and honestly it was a much better choice than otherwise.

And now she wants his... name. He doesn't very much feel like giving it to her. Not with her words from their previous conversation still floating around in his mind. Somehow, he feels like she's still under the false impression that his time in Gaudium was of his own volition and not the complete opposite of such. Somehow, he feels like his words for all those years ago still have not reached her.

"As for my name, Kumo, is fine. Misterican names are sacred and gifts to us from our parents and if I am to be perfectly honest, Miss Lisa - after your attitude in our previous conversation - I am not very much in the mood to give it to you. One does not get my name simply because they demand information about me. You're not doing it now, but you did it then and I don't really know which face to believe. So, Kumo, is fine for now, and it will be fine until I decide otherwise. "

He pauses as he sighs.

"The only reason Black Wind knows my name is because he speaks my tongue, so do not think I am placing him any better than anyone else in that regard. He did not earn my name either, but even he knows better than to speak it aloud."

He's sighing again as his hand tightens around the one in his grip and mint green eyes focus in on him while their owner also sighs deeply.

"We came to apologize for own our actions, we're not here to get information from you unless you're willing to give it. I'm starting to understand why his highness is struggling to find where he stands with you. The more I learn of humans, the more I find how selfish they are. You understand that your planet and your people are not all that exists, don't you?"

Lisa listens to both carefully, observing as the two get situated and explain why they came back to speak to her.

"I appreciate your apology, both of you, but I definitely have some work to do myself," she said softly, with a small smile on her face.

"As for your position, I don't think you need to apologize for not telling me, and I don't think it inherently makes things awkward... You have nothing to make up for just because I wasn't aware," she replied.

"That being said, I'm glad I know now... I really do want to be your friend, and it's hard to do that if we don't talk to each other, but you certainly aren't obligated to do anything or tell me anything. I wouldn't ask that of you, it wouldn't be fair to."

She takes a deep breath, glancing down at her hands as she fidgets, before shifting slightly in her seat before continuing.

"I've clearly made assumptions, and that seems to have only led to problems, which I'm sorry for, and I'll make sure I won't do so in the future, or at the very least I will try not to..," she turned her gaze to Valo, "When we spoke earlier, you were upset I used the name 'Kumo,' and that I translated this name for him," she turns back to Kumo, like she was curious about what his answer to her coming question would be, "Do you not like the name 'Kumo'? If you want me to refer to you in another way, I'm more than happy to," she explained.

She was honestly a bit embarrassed to have not asked before. It felt a bit ridiculous now that she was actually asking him.

"I know you never complained about it or anything, but looking back I still should've asked. I also called you a 'boy,' which he told me was incorrect, very incorrect actually, now that I think about it, it was a little ridiculous to assume your lifespan is similar to ours, so I shouldn't have assumed your age," she said, smiling a bit.

She thought for a moment, leaning forward in her seat and resting her clasped hands on the table they were sat at. "I guess I should just ask you if there's anything you want me to know, or if there is anything you want me to tell you?" Maybe they could just try this again, learn about each other without any assumptions getting in the way this time...

[skitskatdacat63]

Prince Jenson of Somerset

+ process & lore

Yayyyyy omg finally have drawn portraits of the four main characters!!!! I'll show the process of Jenson's first and then them all four together. Though it's a shame the Seb/Fernando ones are older, I think it's hopefully obvious how much I've improved since November?

Look at him in all his handsome, princely glory 🥹 It's funny, I'm always happy with the second sketch and initial lineart, and then I start coloring it and I absolutely hate it, and it takes a significant amount of time into the painting for me to like it again. And then I reach a certain point and I'm in love with it again. Ugh though I gotta say, I love drawing the curls, it's just so 18th century, but at the same point, man I always will love my original lineart for the hair the best ah. Also yes I absolutely had to give him a big ass hat with feathers, he really is that kinda guy to me. I originally drew a bicorne and then realized that those don't really exist until basically almost a century later oops, so tricorne it is!!

Okay now omg look at them all together 🥹

Haha wow I have improved a lot! Just like the Seb/Fernando ones, Mark and Jense's were meant to be put together. I think there's a lot of inherent characterization in their poses that highlight the difference between them. Mark is looking up, very wistful, looking up to greater people, greater things. Jenson's head is tilted down, almost looking at the viewer, he is very satisfied with his role and revels in it, he's here to slay!

Okay, yes, lore, characterization, sorry that it is so far down on the post!!

Jense would probably be the fan favorite if this AU was an actual book or show or something. He's the guy you randomly find while browsing Wikipedia and you're like, woah this guy is so cool??? Unlike Sebmarknando, he doesn't really have the same level of angst, he's kinda just chilling. He's a bit harder to write a lore post about, because he's basically that character who is always magically around the corner, ready to witness some crazy thing and just breeze past it.

He is less linked to Seb than people like Mark and Fernando, because he's basically just his personal minister of transportation(read: horse fucker), so he avoids a lot of the relationship complications and drama, but that isn't to say he's completely uninvolved. He really likes Seb, and loves to hang around with him and serve him, but he's not as beholden to him. He's who everyone goes to air their grievances or to get away from the others, and he's very happy with this role. He's generally willing to play any side in an argument, but does tend to have a pretty big soft spot for Seb overall(Seb also gives him cuteness aggression, and he wants to bite him. Especially when Seb puffs himself up and acts super bratty when he gets offended at not being seen as a proper ruler.)

He's royalty from other kingdom, but pledged his loyalty to Seb's kingdom when he was quite young and has served him(his father first) ever since. He started off somewhat low in the military, rose to a pretty high rank, was a renowed war hero, and then ended up retiring pretty early to tend to Seb's horses. That's an oversimplification, but yeah. He liked the military life, was very good at it, but decided he had done enough, and wanted to be involved in more direct service, albeit more laid back. As I mentioned in Mark's post, Mark *really* doesn't understand his choice to do this, because if Mark had been in Jense's position, he can't ever imagine being able to let all that go and living the quiet life.

He is the palace whore, everyone has been with him honestly. It'll be like, some man walks into his bedroom, only to see Jenson in bed with his wife, but instead of being angry, he's like "wow you couldn't even wait for me??" He's just very carefree, and happy to just slut around and tend to Seb's horses.

I think he definitely still advises Seb, and would go to battle if truly need be, but generally seems to be living in a different world than the weird psychosexual homoerotic political drama that the others seem to be living in. But as I said, it's not like he doesn't contribute to it! He loves to goad Fernando, and constantly plays devil's advocate in "debates" between Fernando and Seb. He's also obviously the one that keep "accidentally" locking them in rooms and forgetting where the key is.

Sorry if this isn't very explanatory, I hope it gives a general idea to the type of character he is???? As always, let me know if you have any questions! I kinda struggled on what to write here because I'm finishing this at almost 8 am 😭 so I'm not sure if it's great or not. But basically you need to know: horse fucker who is generally breezy and carefree but also can be a bit of a menace to society every once in a while.