#i'm not that kind of talent

[orphiclovers]

intkot is in general sexless and male and completely lacking in romance featuring an an unfortunate lack of eroticism of anything really. HOWEVER my heightened sensitive pervert senses did tingle briefly during a couple scenes

the relationship between MC's brother and the duke was a little 🤨 ngl like you did NOT have to draw him kneeling that way for another man. I understand this was like a nobility power dynamic play but that just makes it MORE sexual.

like okayyyy then😳 fuck him up I guess

if only the duke looked a lil less like a scheming eunuch I'm sure this would be a big toxic yaoi ship. the lilac braid really does not go with the aesthetic but it's okay I see the vision

[purplesoulcollection]

Hello, are you busy right now?? I want to request oneshot when Deon jealous x reader

I won't force you, you can do this in your free time. Thank you~😊

Thx for the consideration. I write this in my unexpected free time.

Hope you like this

Deon kept reminding himself that he wasn't jealous, even as he felt a surge of anger at the sight of someone getting too close to Y/N, she talks to him too friendly even lean to him to explaining what was written with her finger tracing the paper to the person. That person seemed completely unaware of the storm brewing inside him because they still busy talk face to face.

He was in a state of turmoil, with no intention of holding back the fierce protectiveness he felt for Y/N. To him, she was his and his alone.

He never imagined that jealousy could creep into his heart, especially when he had someone he cherished and wanted to keep safe by his side.

Jealousy had never been part of his life; it was a feeling he thought he would never experience. It was a luxury he had never known.

From the start, he had battled feelings of despair due to a troubled past. He harbored resentment towards those who had thrust him into a conflict he never wished to join.

Even before the war, he struggled with self-doubt, feeling inadequate because of his frail body and the striking difference in his appearance—white hair and red eyes—compared to his family's dark hair and green eyes.

This mix of inferiority and bitterness made Deon a potentially volatile individual, especially when it came to love and the jealousy that could arise from it.

A newfound awareness of his instincts hit him like a jolt, causing him to flinch at the unsettling sensation that prickled the back of his neck. His body temperature plummeted, and a chill swept over him, making him shiver with fear.

Like a frightened animal trapped in the presence of a hunter, he finally caught sight of Deon. There was no smile on Deon's face; his lips were pressed tightly together, and his eyes glimmered with a menacing light, his brows furrowed as if he were contemplating how to inflict pain before delivering a final blow.

In that moment, the realization struck him hard: he was in deep trouble. Deon's reputation loomed large, feared in both the human realm and the demon realm.

He swallowed hard, his mouth trembling as he mustered the courage to excuse himself from Y/N and make a hasty retreat, leaving them alone together.

"You frightened him, Deon; he was just inquiring about work," Y/N said, shooting a disapproving look at Deon, her hands firmly on her hips. She was well aware of his tactics, recognizing the subtle threats behind his jealousy.

Deon asserted, "He's the one in the wrong here, so why am I the one being blamed? He's just too familiar." He spoke firmly, though he couldn't bring himself to meet Y/N's intense gaze.

"Really? You say that when everyone knows about our relationship? Only a fool would think they could handle you," Y/N replied, playfully fluttering her eyelids, signaling her teasing mood.

Deon, realizing the implication, looked at Y/N and said, "But you need to deal with me first, Y/N. I won’t get jealous if you don’t act all friendly with him." He stepped closer, causing Y/N to instinctively back away, unsure of his intentions. His voice dropped to a low growl, adding an intimidating edge.

"Hey, you're blaming me! I'm innocent, Deon!" Y/N retorted, attempting to escape his grasp.

However, Deon had already cornered her. Their faces were mere inches apart, forcing Y/N to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. His other hand gripped her waist firmly, leaving her unable to turn away.

"Y/N, don’t try to make me jealous. You really won’t like the outcome," Deon warned before he kissed her passionately, both of them losing themselves in the moment.

The bottom line: Avoid making Deon jealous; the world isn’t prepared for that. He’s the kind of guy who would go to great lengths for Y/N, his morals long since twisted. After all, she’s the reason he still fights to stay alive in this world. (Please to keep stay in fiction story, Deon)

The End

Sorry for the hiatus, Writer's block and lazy and desire to only read is so strong...

[chisutofu]

heroes always get remembered but you know legends never die

[breadanpan]

Just a quick one and this'll probably be the last drawing before I actually get busy 😭

[iwillfightformydream]

Lofty Knights: *growling*

Everyone: get your mad dogs!?!

Deon: They don’t bite

Everyone : Yes theY DO!!??

[cat-tyy]

[ilynaru]

like/reblog if u save <3

[magnificentbirdbouquet]

You know you're fucked joining a fandom when:

A. The original author has an actor AU.

B. The fanfictions are in the afterlife.

C. The fans are either lying to you and encouraging you to watch it because it's "wholesome and nobody dies" or simply saying "don't do this to yourself".

[skartlie]

[lalasimping]

"why do you keep falling?"

me:

[illugremlins]

BRUHHHHH can we just up and LET GO OF 'I'm going to emotionally neglect and distance myself from someone who matters to me to protect them' TROPE. I'M SICK AND TIRED OF IT LIKE C'MON.

Currently reading 'I'm Not That Kind of Talent' and Cruel is SO GODDAMN STUPID. SO IS ALL THE HART FAMILY FOR THAT MATTER. Literally, all they had to do was communicate to Deon what was going on. THAT'S IT. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate Cruel, or the parents, and am FULLY aware that Deon is an extremely unreliable narrator and that he's merging false memories and hyperbolising the situation because of the trauma from war, but that doesn't change the fact that neglect happened. It's the reason it was so easy for him to believe his parents discarded him when he was shipped off to war instead of his brother.

IF WE KILLED THE DAMN PURPLE SLUG ALL OUR PROBLEMS WOULD BE SOLVED, YES. BUT if we COMMUNICATED AS WELL - which is a much fucking easier feat seeing how much authority/power the duke has - OUR PROBLEMS WOULD DEF BE LESSENED.

UHGHHGGSAHJSHGAYSGYA.

I say LET THE DAMN TROPE DIE.

[fcyinquotes]

hey! I hope you doing well. Can i request Deon hart from i'm not that kind of talent?

"All these alcohol shouldn't be good for your health..."

"But they're the only things that keep me intact...."

"Saying that in front of your wife is very brave of you."

— You teased the bumbling Deon Hart after he realised what he has said. Frantically trying to clear up any misunderstanding while you stood there grinning at the man who's turning red from embarrassment.

[cogmin213]

[rathesy]

Basic ass incorrect quotes with Deon (& Demon King) from I'm Not That Kind of Talent!;

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[Name]: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase.

Deon: [name], that's a coma.

[Name]: Sounds festive.

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Deon needing help to escape the demons: Okay, help me please!

[Name] drinking caffeine: Got two words for you.

Deon: I bet they won't be helpful.

[Name]: Your problem.

Deon: I was right.

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[Name]: You're right.

Deon: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

[Name]: I hope you never escape

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[Name]: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Deon: What did you do?

[Name]: A MISTAKE DEON CALL CARVER—

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[Name]: God, give me patience.

Deon: I think you mean 'give me strength'.

[Name]: If God gave me strength, everyone will die.

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[Name]: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

Deon: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

[Name]: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Demon king Carver: edible ^^

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[Name]: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Demon King Carver: Wasn't Deon with you?

Deon holding two bottle of demon alcohol: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Demon King Carver grabbing the bottles: NO

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Demon king Carver: You have to apologize to Deon

[Name]: Fine.

[Name] infront of Deon: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

[purplesoulcollection]

Matchmaking Force

Unreciprocated affection.

That perfectly captures the captain's current state of mind.

My fellow Lofty troops and I, who have stood by the captain for quite some time, are well aware of his feelings for that woman.

She was once the captain's superior when he first entered the battlefield, and now she has risen to the rank of commander, surpassing him.

How do we know about the captain's feelings? Typically, his thoughts are quite unpredictable even for us the Lofty troops that had long sworn allegiance to him, right?

However, we can clearly see the change in his expression. The captain often appears stressed and in a foul mood because of war, but his face lights up when he talks to the commander. He becomes animated when discussing military matters and war strategies with her.

The captain thought no one knew about his feelings even when they could be seen very clearly.

At times, he seems to drift off into his own thoughts, trying to suppress a smile, but it’s no use; a smile breaks through whenever he thinks no one is watching.

These observations reveal the signs of the captain's unreciprocated affection, which seem to be growing stronger. We can’t help but feel sympathy for him, as his love remains unreturned.

In the past, the captain was in a state of confusion, attempting to avoid her, but now he has become bolder and wishes to approach her. Yet, he still holds back enough not to reveal his true feelings.

"Commander, do you have a moment to chat?"

As she spoke, the captain's familiar routine began again—attempting to assert himself but lacking the conviction to make it effective.

"What’s on your mind, Deon?" replied the woman, her expression perpetually stern and devoid of warmth.

"I have some confidential news from the kingdom." The captain revealed a letter adorned with the royal seal.

"Alright, step into my tent!"

It appeared that the captain was once more trying to initiate a private conversation with the commander.

His reasoning was plausible; indeed, a letter had arrived from the kingdom, and someone needed to share its contents with the commander.

However, it was unusual for a captain to be the one delivering such news. It seemed more like he was seeking an opportunity to get closer to her.

Otherwise, he would often resort to talking to himself like a lunatic when he lacked a legitimate reason to approach the commander.

Those of us observing his antics couldn't help but gossip, feeling a bit exasperated and hoping to play matchmaker if there was any spark between them.

"You just witnessed what happened, right? I mentioned that the Captain lacks experience when it comes to women, which is why he handles things in such a clumsy way. How can he even share his feelings with his clumsy attitude?" Someone voiced their frustration after seeing the Captain earlier, so frustrated.

We're currently taking a break after the recent conflict, and the sight of the Captain and Commander has sparked quite a bit of chatter among us.

"How could he possibly know how to approach girls when he was thrown into war before he even reached adolescence?"

Those words hit hard, bringing the discussion to a halt because they ring true.

"Isn't it usually women who enjoy gossip and romantic tales more than us older guys? Why are we the ones who seem to understand the situation better?"

"True, the Commander hasn't given any feedback yet. If he’s not interested in the Captain, he could just turn him down right away." That statement stirred up quite a debate.

"Hey, do you really think you can handle the fallout if the Captain gets heartbroken and something happens to him!?"

"Do you honestly believe the Captain is so fragile that he would crumble from rejection? He’s not that weak!"

"Let’s not speak ill of our leader behind his back. It’s unbecoming and not the behavior of a true knight!" I attempted to step in as the debate grew more intense and started to veer into unacceptable territory.

"Dame Lianne should be the one concerned. Aren't you frustrated by the captain's blatant behavior? You're a woman!"

"But right now, we’re facing war. Wouldn't sharing your feelings just create tension between them and hinder their ability to collaborate?"

"That mindset is too simplistic. Do you really think we have the luxury of time? We're at war, and one misstep could cost us our lives. We need to act in a way that we won't regret! The captain will surely regret it if he doesn't take action before it's too late!"

Cheers of agreement filled the air, signaling that those with logical minds could finally cease their debates, as they understood this situation was settled.

However, the celebration was short-lived when someone interjected, "But the captain is quite timid, especially given his current demeanor. If he faces rejection, he might become even more unhinged than usual, and we could end up being his victims without a second thought."

Just hearing that argument sent chills down everyone’s spine, as it painted a vivid and terrifying picture.

Before any rejection could occur, the captain had already instilled fear in his own troops with the way Deon executed his kills. Imagining Deon's escalating madness felt like stepping into a nightmarish realm.

Let's not get carried away with our thoughts. Right now, we have a captain who feels hopeless about sharing his feelings. If we don’t step in to help him, who knows how long he’ll continue to struggle in his interactions with the commander!

"Dame Lianne, you’re our only chance to find out how the commander feels about the captain!"

"Why should I get involved in a plan I don’t support?" I nearly shouted at my own fellow soldiers, losing my composure to fight the urge to beat whoever have the idea.

"You’re the only noblewoman among us. If you won’t do it, then who will? You’re the deputy captain!"

I wanted to push back against their request, but the eager looks from her teammates made her feel trapped, as if they were questioning her loyalty to Deon.

Feeling cornered and recalling her vow to act as long as it didn’t conflict with imperial orders, i finally relented and agreed.

"So what do you want to talk about, Dame Lianne?" The commander's sharp gaze probed every suspicious reaction of my body. I myself can't blame her because even though we are both nobles, I have never spoken to him alone due to differences in military status.

After I said yes earlier, I was literally pushed to meet the commander without further preparation, without me being able to prepare the conversation material first.

They don't know the burden of a woman who has to carry out a mission like this without warning first.

If the commander becomes suspicious of my motives, she might even think that it was the captain who ordered me to investigate her feelings or the worse she thinks that I'm a spy from the kingdom.

So I have to be careful like walking on a tightrope and not fall into suspicion.

"Did you know that the captain was hurt, Commander?"

The commander's puzzled expression was evident. Her usual calmness faltered for a moment before she regained her composure.

"Deon didn’t mention that during our conversation." she said that, trying to keep her voice steady, but her concern and sadness were hard to miss.

"True, but the captain is incredibly resilient and can withstand a lot of injuries. He feels the need to remain strong, especially since he’s seen as a hero. I’m sure he wouldn’t want you to worry about him."

"Thank you for the update, Dame Lianne. I’ll check on him later."

Hearing that eased my mind, and I excused myself before the Lofty troops could bombard me with their impatient questions.

"Please, stop overwhelming me. The Commander looked anxious when I mentioned that the Master was hurt."

The puzzled expressions on the Lofty troops' faces only added to my frustration. They had urged me to investigate, yet now they seemed just as confused.

"You all told me to inquire without raising suspicion. If you don’t ask directly, then of course we’ll have to discuss something else."

The Lofty troops exchanged glances, searching for the right words, until one finally spoke up, "That’s not the issue, Dame Lianne. The captain isn’t injured. If you say he is, do we need to create an injury for him to avoid being caught in a lie?"

Ultimately, our expressions turned somber as we realized the gravity of the situation we had unintentionally caused. It seems we are in for a serious consequence for being caught in a web of lies and spreading misinformation.

We will not be sentenced to death, for sure. But there is a punishment worse than death, namely being severely beaten without being able to fight back.

The following day arrived, and a group of us gathered in silence, an uncomfortable and somber atmosphere surrounding us.

We kept our heads down, knowing our deceptions would soon be revealed, and the severe consequences looming over us dampened our spirits for the day ahead.

Yet, some had come to terms with the situation and attempted to lighten the mood with jokes and laughter about the fabrications I had spun.

"Hey, Dame Lianne! Your idea was actually pretty clever; if we had gone through with it, we would have faced immediate punishment!" one of the guys gave me a thumbs-up, signaling that I was on the right track.

"And you mentioned that the commander is worried, which means he must have some feelings for the captain."

"Even if we end up getting punished, if it helps their relationship, that’s a win, right, buddy?"

The once-muted cheers, stifled by fear, now filled the air, and I was taken aback by the shift in the men’s demeanor.

Ahem.

The sound of a cough made us all straighten up, our bodies rigid with attention.

Then we noticed the commander and captain together, holding hands.

Our eyes widened in surprise; their faces were flushed, perhaps they had overheard our earlier conversation.

"Dame Lianne, yesterday you intentionally…"

"Captain, Commander, are you two officially a couple now?"Lofty's troops immediately hugged Deon, disregarding the commander's inquiry directed at me.

They embraced Deon, causing him to reluctantly let go of the commander’s hand.

"At least, the captain has revealed his feelings!"

"This once small and delicate child has blossomed into an adult who is now in a relationship!"

"The captain was unaware of how thrilled we were to see him coming our way."

"Indeed, the captain isn't quite ready to approach women. Let me share how I used to approach my wife..."

The loud chatter of the crowd drowned out Deon's protests and his discomfort with his own troops' behavior.

"Dame Lianne…"

Facing the commander alone, I quickly offered my apologies.

"I'm sorry for deceiving you, commander. I'm ready to accept any punishment." I dropped my knees as a form of proof that I was guilty.

"That's alright, I'm not upset with you. You didn't do any harm. In fact, I'm quite relieved because of you."

"Relieved because of me?"

"I lack the courage to show Deon more attention. But I believe I need a little encouragement to express my feelings for him."

"Then may I ask what happened next after I left?" Commander looked away, trying not to answer my question even if i practically eyeing her as a hawk. I understand her concern that she is afraid that I will spread unpleasant gossip but i still the a knight who has loyalty.

"You can trust me with your secrets, commander. Besides, we are the only two female knights here, so I can certainly relate to your situation."

Her cheeks flushed as she leaned in closer and whispered with quiet voice. "He insisted that he wasn't injured, so I had to remove his clothing with force. That’s when he confessed he felt embarrassed because the person he liked saw his body that full with scars. I quickly reassured him, saying that I liked him too."

It appears that last night’s events were quite daring, and there seems to be an unspoken incident that followed.

However, neither the commander nor I delved deeper into that topic, as we were preoccupied with separating Deon from his troops, who

were starting to overwhelm him. Whatever unfolds next is beyond our concern; the loyal troops of both parties deserve happiness, even amidst the chaos of war.

The End

[iwillfightformydream]

First Hero | Nemeseus: you’re pushing away your bad memories, kid.

Deon Hardt: Oh, right, the other me.

Deon Hardt: That’s where all the stuff I can’t handle goes.