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stopisa · 1 month ago

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aki hayakawa nšfw alphabet

a/n: omg hello everyone, it’s been a minute. i am back in school yet again so my schedule is a little funky but i hope to be able to create more! also i tried to keep this as gn as possible so lmk if i didn’t! this is for my aki enjoyers <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

whether you're a one-night stand or a long-term partner, aki rolls it out with the aftercare. of course, it'll differ depending on what you mean to him but he's going to do the bare minimum and some. always cleans you up with a towel, offers you something to drink, and asks how you felt. after the small talk, he might excuse himself to go smoke outside on his balcony, if you're close he will invite you to accompany him, if you're not then he won't say anything

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

aki never really liked anything about himself but he has learned to appreciate his hands, and it's largely unrelated to his job. he takes good care of himself and practices good hygiene so his hands look impeccable. he also likes the way they look when holding your waist, hands, wrists, and neck too :)

his partner's mouth is his favorite. he loves to see the way your mouth curls into a smile when you see him or the way his name sounds and the way it rolls off your tongue. he'll just find himself staring at your mouth while you talk, grateful that he gets to kiss it every day and night. and the way your mouth wraps around his cock is even better

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

which leads me to my next point so he loves cumming in your mouth!! it's easy to clean since you can swallow or spit it into a trash bin but there are a few times where he loves to bask in the moment of seeing the viscous fluid drip down your mouth. he'll sometimes run his thumb over your lip to coax your mouth open to push on down your tongue to watch it drip and make a mess on your chest ówò im gross

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he totally reads romance novels and their sub-genres (romantasy, dark romance etc.). and honestly, he gets off to them as well since sometimes they’re written better than any of the other pornography he’s consumed which isn’t much if we’re being honest

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

im gonna say he’s has about 5 bodies under his belt, 2 of which were past relationships and 3 of them being a one night stands. that being said, he does know what he’s doing. he pays attention to details and he knows that every person is different when it comes to their needs.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doesn’t really have fave, as long as you get off then he gets off. buuuuuut if ya’ll on the bed, he’ll pull you to the edge of it, wrapping your legs around his waist. he wants to see your face and stick he thumb in your mouth while he’s at it

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

can’t see him being goofy, sex is either necessity or intimacy so he’ll treat it seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

like i said earlier, he has good hygiene so grooming is just part of his daily/weekly routine. his body hair is whispy and thin, pretty nonexistent. it’s the same color as his head hair, slightly darker and coarser. but again he keeps it trimmed to clean shaven :o

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

very romantic with his partner, will invite you over, clean the whole apartment, present a home cooked meal, leave small touches on your arms or thigh while exchanging small talk on the couch and then when he takes it to the bedroom it’s still the same romantic aki. communicating what you want, if you’re okay, talking you through your orgasm. it’s wonderful really

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he’s a man, but will limit it to about 2-3 times a week if he’s single. if he has a partner rarely does he ever unless you’re away for a long time. he likes to watch twt porn, he just likes the amateur filming and the realness of it all. no acting, no special lighting. just sex as it is. or he whips out the filthy romance novel ;)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

idgaf he has a praise kink. tell him he’s a “good boy” and let him know how he feels. he also loves giving praise “yeah sweetheart, that’s right. you’re doing so good for me.”

he also likes light bondage, it’s not the grand thing but if you whip out some handcuffs or some rope he’ll melt. there’s also def been a time where he’s removed his tie, told you to get on the bed and tied your wrists together with it, no doubt this has happened c:

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

home. that doesn’t necessarily mean just the bedroom. he’s not a huge risk taker and he’s a relatively reserved person so he does believe sex should be a private thing in a private place. but any surface at home is fair game. his bed? of course. in the shower? yes please. kitchen counter? he’s getting dinner and a show.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

it’s gonna sound basic buts he’s such a slut for domestic shit. when his stress level is down is when he is the most horny and that’s being at home. you two could be cleaning, him vacuuming and you hanging up laundry and bro is bricked up and ready to go.

words of affirmation from his partner make him swoon. you could be congratulating on a achievement, “wow aki, i’m so proud of you! you’re incredible!” and all of a sudden, he’s pitching a tent

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that means physically hurting someone. the toughest he’ll get is bondage and that’s it. if he sees that he’s hurting you then he’s done. if you ask him to hurt he’ll also politely turn it down because no. also anything that super messy (food play, watersports, etc.) he doesn’t want to have to think about extra clean up after busting a nut.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

both bothboth omfg pls?? oral fixation??? um yes. giving you head is a must in foreplay before anything else happens. and he doesn’t just use his tongue but his hands as well, running them up and down your body. from your chest, down to your waist and hips, finally gripping your thighs to hold you in place.

and he is just as grateful when he’s receiving head. if you have long hair, he will hold it up for you and stroke your cheek and jaw with his other hand as you guide your mouth up and down his cock. he’s in genuine bliss <3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

because he’s always feeling romantical let him take his time with slow thrusts. if you want him to go faster, he’ll listen but his default is slow and deep. he wants to make the euphoria last for himself and for his partner.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

nah, quickie usually means he very little time and he’ll be damned if he’s rushing somewhere or shows up late. he has to maintain his cool as a cucumber personality, duh. dude likes to take his time, it’s way better that way.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

aside from his strict “no’s” he’s open to see what makes you feel good and even explore for himself.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

not long! sorry guys, he’s a single mom with 2 kids, they wear him tf out. this is why he likes to take his time with foreplay and going slow with his thrusts. after one round he usually is sweaty, feels gross and needs a nicotine break. but if you’re still not satisfied u can fuck yourself on his fingers if you’d like after he smokes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

and yes, because he can’t go multiple rounds toys can help with that. if it’s not his fingers you want then he can pull out your favorite vibrator-dildo and use it one you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

sometimes! if you’ve been annoying him or you’re having some post-fight make-up sex he’ll tease you. “hah, m’gonna fuck you the way i wanna fuck you, but if you beg enough maybe i’ll change my mind.” aside from that he’s very fair and will always make sure you’re satisfied.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

medium volume, he goes from heavy breathing through his nose to audible moans and huffs through his mouth as he gets get close. is the type to moan into ur neck whilst kissing it :>

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he has to travel often due to his job which means time apart from you :( but modern technology solves that with phone sex! he was feeling lonely and a buy aroused one night while away from home and you suggested it. at first he was apprehensive but he LOVED it after the first time. hearing your breathy moans over the phone kept him going until his assignment ended and he was able to deliver all the things he promised over the phone

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

aki lowkey packing some schmeat >:) 7 inches with just the right amount of girth. curve straight up for sure a grower not a shower. balls are average hehe 8==D

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

when it’s right after a period of time (2+ weeks) of stress and no sex, that is when is the horniest and pretty much wanting to have sex every night for a week to make up for all the lost time. outside of that exception he has a healthy sex drive

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

with his partner, he will fall asleep pretty quickly after sex + smoke break + aftercare routine. he has to trust the person and feel comfortable around them if he’s the one falling asleep first. if it’s a one night stand he will have a hard time falling asleep and probably order the person cab after all is taken care of so he can relax.

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guav · 2 years ago

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ᥫ᭡ for sanzu haruchiyo,

⠀⠀⠀⠀DISCIPLINE

what is sanzu to do when his waging rampage is met with a boot to the face? answer's simple: wag his tail.

⠀⠀⚠︎⠀⠀bordering on dark! graphic descriptions of blood, violence, suggestive themes, like one sex scene if u squint, y'know how it goes. ooc sanzu because idfk either. like 4.8k words.

“i’m not your superior, haruchiyo,” tensions rise with a simple roll of the tongue. the waters have been tested, they seem to be riddled with piranhas. “yet, i can’t say im loving this death stare of yours.”

if you’re not careful, he might just eat you alive. sanzu is not above murder, if your forerunner is anything to go by. his stare is cold, calculating, mapping out your body of weak points.

“manjiro tasked me with you, but i’m not a babysitter.” that got half his attention, the mention of mikey piquing his interest. “my job is to make sure you’re useful to him.”

like food thrown to a starving animal, his full focus now preys on you.

sanzu has beautiful eyes, you notice. they widen at your words in utter disbelief. perhaps he’s a sleeper agent, ‘sano manjiro’ being the only whisper necessary to kick him into overdrive.

sanzu is an exquisite asset, isn’t he?

ever the shrewd character, you’re quick to notice his change of nature isn’t desperate. sanzu haruchiyo is not some helpless schoolgirl chasing after manjiro. there’s layers, a bond that transcends time itself.

he is loyal, just not valuable enough; and that breeds desperation.

“useful—” sanzu clears his throat, “useful how?”

he can’t remember the next minute very well.

the first two seconds he wastes time blinking, the fourth is spent in a panic—you’re no longer within his field of vision. mark the fifteenth second, you reappear. one moment you were staring him down, sitting on piled up boxes, the next you’re beside him.

at the twentieth, his instincts go into overdrive. there’s no escaping the inevitable now.

sanzu is agile. sufficiently lithe to brace for impact before you slam him into the wall. his ears ring, and there’s warm liquid seeping out of his ear. he’s agile enough to survive a hit from you, perhaps that’s better than most.

the alleway starts to spin, and the remainder of the minute is spent trying to stay afloat. it’s useless though, soon enough his legs give out and he kisses the ground hello.

there’s a sizeable dent in the concrete where you absolutely smashed him into. it reeks of danger—thrill.

“am i gonna have to teach you manners, too?” you click your tongue. “you live up to the fame, aren’t you the cutest rabid mutt?”

sanzu feels your fingers on his chin. he can’t fight back against the grip, not when he can’t tell if there’s really two of you or if that’s the work of a concussion. “rule number one, haruchiyo. you only speak when it’s something worth wasting breath on.”

he’s going limp. “is that clear?”

in all the two minutes he’s known you for, sanzu’s learned better than to go against your word. or words, he’s starting to hear double.

“yes.”

you make a mental note of his impeccable survival instinct. “good.”

RULE NO. 2: do as you’re told.

“you’ve already ditched the mask once, i don’t know why you backtracked on it.”

sanzu remains motionless. your voice may as well have been a specter the way it goes ignored. and yet, his actions (or lack thereof) are not countered with another pummel on the drywall.

your line of work dictates a healthy dose of studying enigmas. speech, actions—none speak louder than the subconscious fidgets that compose body language. sanzu’s straightened back, clasped hands behind, and distant, firm gaze communicate enough.

he’s awaiting approval to voice his thoughts.

and that earns him another mouthful of dirt.

“i’m not your superior, haruchiyo. did i really need to repeat myself?” he looks helpless on the ground, breathing a string of curses into existence at the strain of his muscles.

his hands curl into the ground below, nearly pulling out the grass within his grip in frustration.“no, there was no need.”

sanzu does try to get up, overworking the already-sore body left from your strenuous training. (why you were expecting him in his kitchen first thing in the morning, only to drag him out to do fucking burpees, he’ll never know).

however, once again, his efforts are fruitless. muscles fail to respond, and sanzu is left to lay on the ground. pathetic. the sudden pressure on the back of his head doesn’t allow for much struggle either. it’s heavy, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that’s your boot on him.

“it appears you’re misunderstanding our relationship.”

there’s not much left for sanzu than to succumb to your weight. it’s not pleasant, not in the slightest. nothing about impotence is.

“i’m going to make you into the best right-hand man. you’ll follow some rules, but you’re free to act however you wish. i’m not-”

“my superior.”

that seems to please you.

sanzu breathes a sigh of relief when your footing no longer uses him as floor. he dares peek at the sky, but your figure blocks the sun from blinding his eyes. so why does he squint, still? your sole presence burns just as fiery.

“this is the second rule. if you plan to become useful,” suddenly he’s listening closely, attentive. “then you best honor commands, right now they’ll come from me, soon they’ll be your precious king’s own.”

sanzu bites back a scoff, draws blood from his cheek to cut any rash thoughts short. he could do this all by himself. obedience runs deep within his veins, preaches every demand as a devoted knight would to a throne; no different than a sunflower in pursuit of sustenance light years away.

he doesn’t need you.

“i understand.” so why does he follow you, no second questions asked?

a smile blesses him from the depths of hell, though your eyes don’t squint in the slightest. scary. you raise a finger to your cheek, tapping the skin twice.

sanzu proceeds to discard the black face mask without a single word of protest. it makes your lips stretch farther up.

the same boot crushing his head mere minutes ago nudges his body, sanzu now lies on his back. there’s no escape from your words, stare ever so omnipotent. “the difference between mucho and i is simple.”

is it? you’re both equally sliceable, nothing more than cartilage and bone. maybe next time you make an appearance he’ll cut you into pieces.

regardless, you’re slippery (maybe the polarity lies in that, sanzu muses). you stood proud one second, the next make of his abdomen a seat, cold hands cupping his face like he’s fine china and you, an avid collector.

“i love my hounds as they come,” you get closer, dangerously so. “snarly, scarred—they’re all the same to me.”

turquoise eyes are left to watch his destiny play before him. snap his neck, take a bite out his neck and tear the skin apart, anything could go with you.

“let’s change the second rule, haruchiyo.”

sanzu‘s breathing rags, your hands increase the pressure, and you might go for the alternative of crushing his head like a can. effortlessly.

“rule number two, you do as you’re told, but my word comes above everyone else's.”

your fingers travel north past his cheekbones, resting just below his eyes. he’s alert. you wonder what kind of canine would quiver the same way he does right now.

“is that understood?”

woof. “yes.”

RULE NO. 17: if you’re not useful, you’re out.

“don’t you get fuckin’ tired?” sanzu all but groans, drop of sweat joining the hundreds more pooling down his shirt. “surely sittin’ around while i do all the damn work wears you out.”

his words are poison, the katana in his hands is deadly, and yet, you giggle. “nah, keep doing your thing.”

there’s a fleeting thought to ditch this fight and have your head instead. although admittedly, he’d rather learn some spanish before fleeing to nicaragua with your body in five different plastic bags.

another nameless thug lunges, and it makes for another squirming body on the ground. “when you said we’d be taking care of business i thought you meant toman business.”

you know, mikey business?

sanzu bites his tongue after the sentence rolls out his mouth. as much as you’d grown accustomed to his character, he’d be sure to join the rest of motionless, bleeding goons if he disrespects you.

“toman’s dead, lost cause.”

that makes him stop the slashing. “fuck’s that mean?”

you’re satisfied with the fight for the evening, glock in hand shooting the last of targets. one bullet per head, not a single wasted. “we’re here on business to make sure there’s a place for you in the close future. bills are also due this week, two birds, one stone, yeah?”

“elaborate, “ sanzu actually growls.

“haruchiyo.”

the calling of his name makes sanzu’s shoulders roll back, back straightening out. it’s reflex now, really.

“tokyo manji is child’s play, you can’t possibly think i’m training you for them, right?”

“no, of course not,” what are you hiding? what do you really know?

your boot steps on too many limbs to reach his position, fresh blood joins the old on your sole. “correct! you’re so smart!”

sanzu misses his face mask. with it, you would be oblivious to his sneer when your hand comes up to ruffle his hair. it’s demeaning, probably intentional on your end. makes him seriously reconsider whether you’d look best with a sword through your chest.

“if you complete your training well-enough you could rule tokyo.” your eyes bore holes into his own. “wouldn’t you say all of kantou is more appealing?”

“sure?”

you turn away from him. sanzu can finally stop holding his breath.

“you don’t sound too convinced, haruchiyo.” only a fool would fall for your fake distress and pouty face. you’ve lost your stoic facade—deep down you’re but a childish merc with enough brute force to rival an elephant.

two fingers are raised over your shoulder, follow.

“i’m only interested in-”

“manjiro, i know.” you’d heard this story a thousand times. mikey, mikey, mikey. “and what’s gonna happen when he starts going for bigger fish? delinquency is a slippery slope into the world of crime—a rich one, too.”

sanzu can hardly picture mikey, in all his glory, waving a gun around. “you don’t know anything about him.”

you stop in your tracks.

he stops too, a good meter from you.

“this isn’t about tokyo manji, it’s about sano manjiro.”

“they’re one in the same,” sanzu bites back. you’re not his superior, he can do as he wishes.

“haruchiyo,” your gaze is cold. “sit.”

he kneels, swallows his pride for the hundredth time.

the abandoned warehouse breathes death and rot. there’s barely moonlight dropping from the ceiling to light his path of carnage. whatever job this was had nothing to do with mikey. it makes sanzu boil over with rage. you’re wasting his time.

“what good are you to toman if there’s no mikey?” you step closer, sanzu leans forward to meet your hands. they’re cold, caressing the diamonds carved by the latter. “how are you going to serve if you’re useless?”

he avoids your stare. “i am useful.”

one of your hands moves from his cheek to stroke his hair, gently freeing the locks from his ponytail. “you are, look around.”

sanzu can distinguish around four men crawling for their life, the rest a mess of broken bones and mangled slashes. “if mikey needs to take a life, you’ll be more than prepared to strike.”

he thinks back on mucho. the thrill that kill brought him made it hard to function the rest of the day. now it’s second nature; sanzu bites and rips apart with no hesitation, takes life as if it was never there to begin with.

“listen, haruchiyo,” your hands are clean from all ichor, and he hates how good they feel on his scalp. “think of it like a mechanism.”

eyelashes flutter prior to closing, isolating his sense of sight to fully indulge in the rest. the smell of blood, sound of your analogy, a gentle caress on his face making him wish he didn’t enjoy it as much. sanzu wishes you were dead.

“a machine with bolts, springs and wheels, synced together, with purpose.”

he pictures a shrine, lost in the midst of a sea of faceless pawns. fifth farthest from commander, or founder. he pictures kids playing; a toy plane; the first command he’s ever received—he knows things are meant to be.

“those who can't be a cog in our wheels are just scraps.”

as with any commandment you dictate, sanzu engraves the saying in his mind. carves each letter, memorizes every syllable, savors all implications.

“are you scrap, haruchiyo?”

“never.”

“good,” you coo, leaning down to graze his forehead with a kiss. the devil’s touch. “good.”

RULE NO. 99: know your place.

sanzu has come to the conclusion you’re a fucking parasite.

autumn witnessed development from cowering at our very presence, winter tied a ribbon to the unlikely friendship, and spring arrived with you at his doorstep every other day.

you’ve become the first thing he sees in the mornings (somehow you’re always dressed by the time his eyes flutter open, janking his blankets to drag him to train: “let’s go for a walk, haruchiyo!”)

every single evening would be devoid of any personal space. whether it’s his couch being invaded, to his kitchen becoming an absolute mess with whatever recipe you’re trying to put together. no, it’s not the thought that counts, even if the heart-shaped burnt cookies were for him anyway.

the nights were probably the worst.

sanzu had long-forgotten his closet being only halfway full, nor does he know when you had practically moved your entire wardrobe into his. there’s not enough space for the two of you, and he absolutely despises how everything smells like you now.

“haruchiyo, bathtub’s ready.”

you’ve somehow achieved the impossible by making bubble baths the worst thing he can come to think of. hates the thought of getting dragged to it, absolutely detests how he tosses and turns in bed whenever he doesn't have one with you.

there's a nice scented candle on the counter serving as the lone light source within his bathroom. an obscene amount of foam clings to your hand as you test the temperature. save for the swoosh of the water, it seems sanzu might be granted the miracle of having a relaxing moment of silence in his bubble bath.

you stand, "turn around, 'm taking these off."

never fucking mind.

begrudgingly, sanzu complies. he starts to discard of his own clothes, too. his hands barely make it to the hem of his shirt before a piece of fabric lands perfectly on his head. god, you're gonna make him pop a vein.

"i'd love for you to not throw your underwear at me," sanzu has half the mind not to throw them back at you, opting for hooking a finger in the undergarment and throwing it as far away as possible.

"my bad," you're not in the least sorry. the water is too perfect to dwell on past mistakes. "c'mon, chop chop."

soon his body enters the water too, bubbles parting way as his skin kisses the still water. sanzu leans back on your body, not minding in the slightest the feel of your naked skin against his own; your body warmth rivaling the water's own.

(okay, maybe he minds a little)

"isn't this nice?"

"no," sanzu doesn't miss a beat. "have i ever told you how much i hate you?"

a good amount of shampoo is combed through his scalp by your fingers, gently massaging the area. "a couple times, yes."

let's make it thrice then: "well, i really fuckin' hate you."

what's most thrilling about sanzu haruchiyo is the double-edged blade his persona holds. failure comes with crystal clear dangers of getting diced alive, success offers a never ending supply of amusement.

you push his head further into the water to rinse the shampoo off. there's no struggle from sanzu, you could very well drown him right now and there'd probably be no fight coming from him.

"you're seriously useless, i don't need you tellin' me what to do to appease mikey."

"close your eyes for me."

he follows your demand without missing a beat, basking in the water you pour on his face to rid the last bits of foam. "i want you dead."

early are the mornings your movement would be restricted by a pair of arms, late are the nights you'd walk home from a hit only to see his room's lights go off as soon as you enter the building.

"you gonna leave me to shrivel like i’m raisins? get on with it."

you reach for the soap, "aren't you needy, haruchiyo?"

sanzu groans, this would seem like the perfect moment for a meteor to strike his building. rather than feeding into your delusion he keeps quiet. it’s better than talking to the wall you are. teasing, threading the rope that is his patience for you.

hands travel across his skin, tending to it with soap that’s gonna leave sanzu reeking of your strawberry soap. “you’re funny, haruchiyo.”

it’s a shame there’s no sharp objects within his reach. “can’t wait for the day you slip and die.”

his half-empty threat procures a giggle from you. “see!”

“or the long fuckin’ awaited night you get stabbed and dumped in an alleyway.”

your laughter reverberates and bounces off the walls, and yet sanzu can’t tell if it’s sincere or genuine.

banter ends at that, and soon he is clean. though there’s no change in position to allow for sanzu to even attempt to wash you, too. strange as it is, the peace and quiet are both rare enough, perhaps the universe has been kind enough to grant him this one moment of silence.

“but really, you are funny — i get the impression you’re all bite no bark,” enough instances of carnage and gargling on metal could easily refute this observation. you don’t care. “you whine, cry, complain, and yet you never ask for anything.”

just this morning he asked you to do the dishes (which you never did: “can’t make me”). perhaps dementia was knocking on your door a good thirty years too early. however, it’s implied you're not referring to such superficial instances.

“haruchiyo,” your body draws him impossibly closer, “what is it you wish most for?”

he tilts his head back, leaning on your shoulder. the new position allows for a better view of your face. momentarily, perchance a slip of character, his eyes wander. glance at your lips, the bubbles hugging your body from his view, squint to see what the water hides. “hell if i know.”

a hum is enough reassurance that you won’t contest his blatant lie. “okay.”

a splish, splash, and overflowing water hitting the tile, sanzu is now the one kneading at your hair, soap lathering and cleaning. intimacy at its finest. delectable sweetness as you lean back, and take a nibble of his jugular. it earns you a pinch on your hip.

“say, you in the mood for a new addition to the rulebook?”

“not in the slightest.”

his honesty is met with a splash of water to his face, “too bad, take note.”

sanzu rolls his eyes, cost of opportunity heavy with regret since, of course, he forgot to carry a toaster into the bathroom to finally take you out.

“know your part wherever you are—learn when to be the hanged, and when to be executioner.”

it’s random. it’s ironic. “if we’re playin’ like that, then your authority’s worth jack shit to me.”

“is that so?”

once again, the question is left unanswered. hung and forgotten.

“i think your act and place should always be by my side” you muse. it’s custom you add a rule to the list and immediately reform it.

a phantom feeling tugs at his throat, like a collar being yanked. hands that operate under your every order move to rest on your thighs. underwater, there’s no hierarchy; nudity knows no ruler from subject. “and if i say no?”

“you won’t.”

a horrifying realization dawns on sanzu haruchiyo that night. as his fingers inch dangerously higher, and higher, as the water turns cold, carelessly splashing outside the bathtub. as his teeth sink everywhere and two become one, sanzu haruchiyo comes to a gut wrenching conclusion.

‘you won’t.’

it’s true. maybe words can’t ever describe what he wishes for, but it’s easy to cross out what he doesn’t want.

sanzu knows he doesn’t want to stop. doesn’t wish for your hand to ever release his bicep from that deathly grip, or for you to stop making those noises, nor does he want anything but your warmth once it’s all said and done.

sanzu knows he doesn’t wish for you to ever leave, and maybe that’s enough.

RULE NO. 275: forget everything i've taught you.

"..what?" sanzu is beyond confused.

"yeah, you're good to go, no need to follow anything i've said anymore."

the room was empty. manjiro had long since left, the eldest haitani had grown bored of your mongrel staring him down with every flirt he shot your way, and the rest of kantou manji had simply shown themselves out for their own various reasons that no one truly cares for.

the gears are still turning on his head, cerebrum working overtime to decipher the new mandate, or lack thereof? schrodinger's rulebook, perhaps?

“you look good in white, you know.” as if you hadn’t just nuked everything he’s ever known, you lean forward to adjust his collar. your favorite pretty boy, dearest psychopath. “let me tie your hair for you.”

“what the fuck do you mean?”

he hates the feigned confusion you present him with. hates the tilt of your head so much he actually unsheathes his katana, blade steady and barely a few inches from your neck. it further irritates him your obvious lack of response, not even a flinch.

any other day you’d play the clueless game, but there’s really no one paying you the hour anymore. “it was fun while it lasted, wasn’t it?”

“why are you acting like you’re,” sanzu bares his teeth, disgusted at just the thought of the word, “like you’re ditching?”

interesting phrasing. not ‘leaving,’ that would imply abandonment, a cry of weakness. ‘ditching’ pins blame from the moment it is vocalized, like whatever you’re doing, actions sanzu is still trying to decode, is irrevocably your fault.

steel kisses your neck, close enough to feel the cold, and the lack of wavering. you’re proud of haruchiyo, really. “gonna miss me?”

“you don’t leave a gang.” there’s the helpless child in disguise.

“manjiro took you in as vice,” you don’t bother with swatting the katana away, instead moving close enough to feel his hitched breath on your lips. arms thrown over his shoulders, fingers combing and threading to jail his locks into a ponytail. “i’d say my work is done.”

triads of protest die in his throat. shackles finally dissipate into thin air, long were the solstices he prayed for this day to come. yet sanzu feels himself floating away at the lack of grounding. he’s gonna be sick.

for once the silence is suffocating. overwhelming. unwelcome. the katana slowly scurries back into hiding, desperately like an animal rolling over to flaunt it’s belly; a last ditch effort of submission.

“aren’t you excited?”

he can finally kill you. he can finally roll over in bed and not find you there. he can finally return to being alone, and the strongest, and-

sanzu doesn’t do as he’s told.

“you finally have what you want.”

sanzu isn’t useful.

“you’ve been acknowledged.”

sanzu doesn’t know his place.

“you’re finally free.”

sanzu shoves you with enough force to stumble back onto the wide table in the meeting room, it’s surprising how it doesn’t shatter. there’s not enough time in a second to allow a reaction, not when he overpowers you for the second time, back slamming against the wood, sanzu’s body nestling between your legs. you can let him have this.

sanzu is stiff. he’s not used to being the one to leap first when it comes down to your dynamics. it feels unnatural to cage you like this, for your legs to wrap and pull him closer, like you’re mocking him. “you’re not my superior.”

one of your hands trail up his arm. “that’s correct.”

“then you’re my enemy.”

you tug him down, lips finding themselves naturally drawn right under his jaw. there’s no verbal answer to his introspection.

“then i’ve beat you — i’m stronger than you.”

sanzu most certainly did not miss the floating sensation your attacks give him. by all means, physically, he should be stronger. so, physically too, it’s odd when your hand pushes his weight effortlessly, and your leg locks on to successfully beat his ass and pin him down. it sucks feeling a concussion in the brewing.

he’s always looked prettier under you. “now that you’re on your own, haruchiyo, prepare to make mistakes.” his hands instinctively fly to your waist, “learn from them.”

sanzu groans, he himself doesn’t know if it’s the pain speaking or the built up frustration, “‘s that a new rule?”

the juxtaposition of slamming sanzu on the table and the gentle hands that come to tilt his head is a little funny. his skin smells of strawberries as you ghost your lips across it. “they’re parting words.”

it’s by no means a new position he’s found himself in. and yet he feels stumped. helplessly watching as the fire crackles its last sparks, as the last train starts to close its doors. even your body starts to feel like a distant whisper.

"haruchiyo, i want you to remember me." you're positive even the idea is far-fetched. the way his muscles tense and eyes narrow at your every call is automatic now. "memorize how my fingers feel on your jaw."

sanzu nearly purrs at the contact, and it's pathetic. he could never forget the grip, your hand looks best when it's on his face.

"memorize my voice, you must."

it goes without saying he already has. plenty were the nights he woke up in cold sweat, hallucinating you in every shadow and crevice; many more he’s coped by turning in bed and found the warmest embrace in your arms.

he can't live without you.

"haruchiyo, what else can i do for you to remember me, forever and always?"

'what is it you wish most for?'

he remembers the seventeenth rule, remembers the day you promised him a reward far beyond being an asset to mikey. sanzu had reflected on it far too long. what could he possibly ask from you?

power is all he ever wants. being of importance, too. both are things he could never have from you.

you have it all. you best him in every way possible.

maybe, in just one thing, he can overthrow you. "a kiss."

sanzu has come to the conclusion there's no healthy middle when it comes to you. his mind splits between wanting your head on a stick and fighting urges to leap and bite at your lip until blood is drawn.

perhaps an impulse to prove himself useful so you stay. a test of courage, his mouth wherever you need it most, whatever it is that will make you forever forget the thought of leaving him to fend for himself like a mutt.

"a kiss?" you've never looked more inviting than now, leaning back to stare him down, slowly blinking, a stray lock of hair falling out of place.

you’re making him feel real stupid. a small fraction cringing at his request, as if he had been reading the mood wrong and just completely ruined the moment (as if you straddling and leaving a mark or two on his neck could mean anything else).

eyes never once stray from his stare. sanzu really is funny.

you lean back down, unamused with the shit-eating grin that’s stretching across his face. first comes the corner of his lips, a fleeting brush of your lips, a ghost to acknowledge his diamonds. sanzu’s fingers dig onto your hips as, painfully slowly, you align with his lips.

sanzu haruchiyo, akaashi haruchiyo, your pride and joy. only way to commemorate would be by taking a bite out of him, how could you not?

your teeth sink mercilessly on his bottom lip. sanzu fights a choked cry, it hurts, and you don’t pull away until he’s left bleeding, panting, and so very dissatisfied. unfulfilled. bested again.

“find me again,” as a treat, you kiss the half of his lips, stealing the red drops for yourself.

“money,” you kiss his cheek. “power,” he seeks your lips again, struggling for his wish. “influence,” you pull back.

sanzu grumbles a protest or two, flailing in a last ditch effort to claim what was his. your hand on his neck kills any hope of that.

a finger swipes his bottom lip, teasing the lack of prize right in his face. “become someone with all three under his sleeve and you’ll find me again.”

the frustration is building back up. murderous desires. the need to fight you for control.

“is that understood?”

nevertheless, you’ve disciplined him well. “yes.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀navi.⠀＆⠀m.list.⠀＆⠀send me an ask!

⠀⠀also hbd to my least favorite person @k9wa

#take a shot every time i compare sanzu to a dog #kiiisss meee u aaanimaaal #sanzu x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #haruchiyo x reader #tr x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo #ROGUEL1KE

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contritecactite · 1 year ago

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Radio Omens time!! Strap in for my subjective personal opinions made by one person about the full-cast radio adaptation of Good Omens.

We're gonna begin with: I am blowing kisses to the scripting/editing/production team. This thing is an impeccable adaptation. Im-pecc-a-ble. The voice talent is fantastic, the energy is stellar, the pacing is excellent, and the sheer amount of atmospheric info they managed to translate into radio-friendly format? Mwah mwah mwah. I think it's the kind of listening format that's not for everyone, but it is SO for me.

Time for some specific highlights! It was a long day so we're a little extra silly this time. It's also long and not in a reasonable order.

(Ok good my page cut is working this time.)

- Good GOD I forgot the primary voices were Like That. I shrieked (happily) as soon as Aziraphale's mouth opened. This is why I travel alone /hj

-- (Incidentally, I said "oh fuck holy shit I can't do this" when Crowley started talking, but I did it anyway *sighs in bisexual*)

- Hheeeennghsh the opening scene in Eden is. The way it's written successfully sets up who Aziraphale and Crowley are, who they're supposed to be to each other, and a hint at who they're going to be to each other later because they are SO delightfully snippy at one another in this scene. Aziraphale's "oh, it's you" and Crowley's "mmhm, yeah, well done on keeping demons away. Bravo" (heavily paraphrased) will be living rent-free in my head until I have time to write a fic about it.

- So, having Aziraphale do the early narration is an excellent way of setting the tone. What I need you to do, if you've only done tv omens (which is so so valid and I think really is another excellent adaptation), is remember Aziraphale's magician persona. And then imagine him being that for the entire story. The pitch, the rate of speech, the slightly frantic energy, the drama: it's all just part of his overarching character in radio omens, and it's SO good for storytelling.

- Radio Crowley knows what's in all of Aziraphale's infamous Bibles so well that he can quote them. I love this detail, I love it as a means of establishing their relationship during their "let's be godfathers" scene, and I love how hard he's ribbing poor Aziraphale about the extra verses in Genesis.

- Radio Crowley is SO like... tender? I mean, all Crowleys are to some extent Soft but something about this one has just a little extra something. I love the way he talks about his temptations and shenanigans. He's so proud. It eases what could feel like needless exposition because he really seems to like explaining his process.

- That's a bit of the same of what I mean about Aziraphale's personality. Since he's very obviously inclined to dramatize a story, exposition just fades neatly into his character rather than grating on the nerves.

- They reference The Arrangement a lot and usually with a great deal of affection. There's one particular time when they even acknowledge something about wanting to protect each other.

- I adore the way Anathema and her ties to Agnes are introduced. It's so concise but meaningful, and it's just the right amount of setup for her character appearing later.

- The baby swap scene in other iterations relies so much on descriptive narrative or visual language, but you know what? The heavily trimmed down version also works surprisingly well.

- Crowley knows about the hellhound way beforehand (and, of course, he tells Aziraphale. They plan their roles for the party years in advance, which is an extremely efficient way of communicating about that scene to the listener).

- At Warlock's party in the book, Crowley gets all suspicious about a gerbil being gifted to him. In the radio drama, Aziraphale wonders aloud if the gerbil might be suspicious and Crowley tells him not to be stupid. Just struck me as a funny thing to shuffle around.

- Adult radio Anathema is everything to me actually.

- Poor Newt's childhood gets skipped over (unless I missed it, which is possible), but I liked his adult introduction as well; it brings in the whole Witchfinder-adjacent cast at once and makes it super clear how they all know each other without lingering.

- Shadwell. Just. The actor's voicework is so evocative of someone who is very gesturally expressive. There's no way he wasn't swinging his hands around in the recording space.

- The Them are all 100% perfect. Shout-out to Adam for that mind-rending scream that I was not expecting to go on for so long. Interestingly, in chapter credits, the Them are not grouped with the humans! This makes sense, but it also made my brain go !!!

- The horsepeople (both original and extra) were also so good, and that chunk of the cast gave the impression of good chemistry, so the scenes were really fun.

- Crowley says Aziraphale's name a lot. A lot a lot. Actually, most people do; probably for simplicity's sake, there's no "Mr. Fell," or "Nanny Ashtoreth," just "Mr. Aziraphale" and "Mr. Crowley."

- Well, Shadwell does say "Mr. A," and there is a Brother Francis.

- One of Nanny's rules for Warlock is "don't talk to the creepy gardener" rkahjdjs Crowley what is wrong with you

- I did in fact let out another sound when the Nanny voice happened. We're not talking about it.

- When applying for the jobs, Aziraphale just straight up calls dibs on gardener and Crowley complains and says something like "can you see me in a skirt?" and Aziraphale just pulls a date at random on which he'd seen Crowley in a skirt. This was probably also in the book, but I noticed it here and didn't there.

- Crowley's idea of something calming to listen to was a radio gardening talk show ;~; and he likes listening to televangelists for the lulz (I have never used that phrase before in my life but I'm keeping it)

- Having him hear Aziraphale possessing the televangelist was absolute genius for keeping the plot cohesive.

- Seance scene continues to be painful ahahaha...

- Hell's emissaries know that Aziraphale was discorporated and they're mean to Crowley about it in a way that implies Hell has long been aware that they're working together. Intriguing...

- There's mention at some point about how no homes in Tadfield have PlayStations or Xboxes, and I think that's a cool bit of writing to establish the time period (along with Newt bricking smartphones, which I think was said at least in breadcrumbs).

- Almost forgot, but Mr. Gaiman and Sir Terry Pratchett being the policemen trying to book Crowley for speeding in the beginning is so cute.

- When Satan is about to show up, Aziraphale worrying about everyone else and Crowley going "and me!" like hello, I am also in danger, that's my boss?? if u even care?? was SO funny in this version to me.

- Look, there were a lot more things, but it's already been several hours since it ended, so I'm sure I'm forgetting many.

- Oh! Pepper's backstory being transformed into her speech to Adam was SO good on so many levels. It really drove home that Adam does love his friends, it deepened their lore gradually, it made Adam's role and decisions very clear, and it also struck me as "Pepper says trans rights" even if that wasn't the intention, so hell yeah.

- The gag reel leads me to believe that Peter Serafinowicz is A) probably the funniest person alive to work with and B) extremely relatable due to the amount of time spent on the struggle bus. Also whoever put the breaking glass sound over all the accidental swears, I love you forever.

#good omens #radio omens #reading notes #cactus chatter #maybe i just need a new tag like “dran being unreasonably feral about good omens for way too many words”#suggestive #maybe?

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konishirrr · 2 years ago

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Twining w the bsd men hcs

👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼

→Atsushi

·matching necklaces bc he looks like the type to have bracelets fall off of him

·prolly his or ur initial

·would proudly say its ur initial or he's matching w u but add a little but of\\\blush\\\

·like, not impersonating him bu-

"Hm? Oh yeah, its their initial. Oh ye-yeah were kind of m-matching ya know?"

·doesn't really take it off no

·would be a little upset if u took if off but would understand

·when hes nervous he'll prolly brush his fingers on the initial or just grabs it

→Sigma

·EARRINGS OMG-

·prolly card earrings or smth cute

·oh wait imagine it being like, black heart red heart or king and queen lorddd-

·doesn't really notice them but when he's checking his appearance he'll look at the earrings and give a soft smile

·only takes it off for sleep and showers

·treats it like royalty tbh

·loves being side by side wearing them like, its like an addiction

·overall, very understanding, great taste, softie

→Chuuya

·its time for yalls fav ginger mafioso

·chokers CHOKERS

·it doesn't matter, either hes red and youre black or you're red and he's black the lil gem in the middle of the choker

·he has impeccable taste so he prolly gets alot of compliments abt it and always thinks abt u (if ur not there)

·walking in yokohama w him and wearing that is going to feel so powerful omg-

·i feel like when hes nervous he'll sometimes have breathing problems like breathing too fast and he'll always trace the gem on the choker

·when he's off doing mafia stuff its gonna get dirty so he'll clean it alot

·will prolly get touchy and kiss ur neck if u take it off

→Fyodor

·RINGS im not ariana but RINGS

·he's very classy so imma go w rings

·prolly ur fav gemstone can be ur birthstone, anything

·he'll probably try to go w smth that matches his everyday style…

·black or navy blue.

·whenever his hands start to hurt alot from typing for so long i have a feeling he'll massage his fingers and sigh←happy* when he feels the ring

·but when he first got it nikolai was prolly all up in face like "who that for?" "You married and still a terrorist?"

·when he kisses ur hand he'll kiss the gem

→Dazai

·like bracelets

·and it may as well have ur whole name on it

·wears it like badge of honor (it is)

·MORE HAND GESTURES

·plays with it alot if its that kidcore block alphabet thingy but if its like those gold engraved ones just traces ur name over and over

·boasts abt it especially to kunikida like not impersonating him or any-

"Hey Kunikida. Get what ive got~"

"See? It truly is true love, me and belladonna"

·dramatic af when u take if off for 0.001 second

👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼

#atsushi x reader #atsushi x you #sigma x reader #sigma x you #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #fyodor x reader #fyodor x you #dazai x reader #dazai x you #bsd headcanons #bsd #❤️

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istherewifiinhell · 2 months ago

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(pacing a rut into my kitchen floor) okay so im gonna talk a bit about concept and functions of bitter aros and bitter aroism, cause as a person who was alive, present, aware and affected by the the sort of. boom and bust of mainstream aspec discourse. im just a little. annoyed. i guess.

but hey im also gonna use it as an excuse to tell you to go watch the show koisenu futari, which i havent seen in a minute, but is one, fucking impeccable, and two, can give you a sort of, short hand for... the culture? the types of people and modes of discourse as you say.

and im gonna put up a polite hand and say. if you are ace or ace adjacent but not aro... please dont assume youre... automatically coming from the same place as me, an aro/aro adjacent allo. great

i think i want to start with saying... i dont think your specific identity or internal feelings is actually the end all and be all of this or related discussion. i dont even think its the primary function of relation to this conversation. but... i think maybe that also gives people the leeway to... assume equal stakes... which? just isnt true?

so to starrrrrt. bitter aro? is just a term im using to describe.... confrontational aroism, aggressive? maybe even derisive? exhausted, tired, depressed, also all function. now... if your not in the spaces, the functions, the forums or the friend groups, maybe you don't know one of these or know what I mean by that?

in which case, thats where i say, go watch my 8 episode aro drama series. its fantastic. i said so in a post i made two years ago. the male deuteragonist? the leading man? the lanky tall guy? takahashi is one such guy. i characterize his "bitter aroism" as disaffection with the normative world, a sort of very visible defiance of it, and a deeply acted aroism that makes him off putting to people.

i also characterize it as deeply knowledgeable basis in aro concepts and theory, and the at least occasionally willingness to make that known. such things as the sociological construction of romance, knowledge of many queer identities, modes of existences and these people move through the world, and the theoretical and mechanical functions of amatonormativity.

in this regard even if you dont know a bitter aro, if you spend any time in marginal spaces or discussions you might still know a "bitter (other identity)". generally, the kind of people who know they have to defend their right to exist, and do it extensively, and yes, it makes them angry, frustrated, dismissive. at times.

so but. the aro discourse hasssss. changed a lot in the past. gosh. decade plus? and you may find. in a lot of places, maybe theres an assumed acceptance so like. huh? what? who are these bitter aro people defending themselves from...

ah. bud.

if you see out there, or indeed are saying yourself: well hey its all relationship anarchy here, its all about kissing the homies now, its all about loving your friends. no one cares! um. im.... not automatically impressed.

in general.... i dont think its enough to 'not be aro but believe in their beliefs'. now, here me out. i love when people say that. i do in fact love people realizing you can do whatever you want forever. that you make your world and than you get decide how you shape your life and the relationships you have. but. just cause you improved your life doing that.... doesnt guarantee you made the lives of the aro people around you better.

or in bitter terms... do better or fuck off. no but dont actually. or do... i cant control you but, hear me out? this... more passive kind of aro acceptance can do a lot for people... certain people. it might mean ur nicer, more understanding, more accepting offfffff. (drum roll) allo aros, romance flavourable aros, partnered aros, orientated aros, grey aros, aros in qprs orrrrr. shit. anything else that means. hey! this person maybe be aro. but they can hang with me in this harsh cold amatonormative world.

(if you still need the KF character comparison, and can live with a little reductionism, that could be the younger, more bubbly and passing Sakuko)

and. well. this is were i get pissed off! and. its a pissed off coming from deep sadness. im glad you like a palatable aro. but. what about the aros who are sick of the romance stories, who dont like sex, who are tired of all their friends going off with partners, who dont want to keep hearing about the relationship drama, who dont want a qpr, who dont want to choose a friendish life partner of any kind. who are alienated and angry and sad in this fucked up world.

AND. these people are INDEED going to be the most MATERIALLY affected by amatonormative. the structures in this world that favours partnered people, the assumption of romance or romance-like intimacy in peoples lives, and the lifestyles it entails.

like. i dunno, until youve been reading the blogs of these people, having the conversations, the quiet admissions when standing alone with them. if you dont witness their anger and hurt. like... what are we doing here.

so. i bring this all up to say. if you ever ARE. witnessing a bitter aro. and your... i dunno? confused. trying to be an ally but still... deeply enmeshed in your allo worldview. your thinking. whys this person so... incomprehensible to me. why do they seem so set on making themself miserable, on making me miserable. why is it so uncomfortable to be in this space with them...

well... it could be for just a moment. you're experiencing the life they have to?

im not asking you to befriend every hydrothermic shrimp forum poster aro, to love thy crab bucketing aro neighbour. they might be aplatonic and loveless anyway.

but. a little understanding? some fucking tolerance? may i be so bold as to ask u to just. accept thats a way someone exists and it exists IN CONTEXT. with how again. NORMATIVE society works... and that you don't exist that way... cause you are infact. benefiting from the amatonormativity. by being closer to the norm... (ON THIS AXIS. DO NOT TRY ME). you'll note i havent said aro.phobia, or mistia, if you perfer, once. cause im not talking about the strictest sense of personal or structural bigotries... but rather the societal constructions that are influencing.... what feels NORMAL and what doesnt. you know. NORMATIVITY.

that would be nice? id give you a big thumbs up. for free.

#some shit #sorry this is gonna show up in kf searches its mostly me excising demons.....#grumble grumble. alright whatever im posting this ignore me

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ssreeder · 2 years ago

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sreedie. it is time.

NO SOKKA baby people want to be your friend you just DONT LET THEM

pls sokka thinking he can gaslight himself out of being in pain is so in character but so. goddamn Frustrating

sokka is giving anna from frozen with his whole “my firebender’s awake so IM awake” deal

listen I get why sokka is like oh I should cut back on the swearing if I wanna Grow as a person but like,,, as an australian the concept of swearing being Bad is just so foreign to me lmao

I think it’s a really interesting component of the zukka relationship (highlighted by your traumatic drowning scene thx sreedie) that sokka’s instinct is to try to hide in/behind zuko??? like he’s obviously very protective of zuko too, but I think that in a way, even when sokka is on the offensive and is the person defensive zuko from the outside world he’s still using zuko as like, idfk a shield?? of sorts??? to deflect away his fear for himself and all that jazz… does that make any sense whatsoever????? idfk lads

STOP ik it’s a super serious moment but all I could think about when sokka was like “he had to do it for zuko” wAS THE FUCKING let me do it for you tiktok sound T-T

not aang talking like an actual certified therapist at 12 years of age omfg- wish I was that emotionally well adjusted fr

damn sokka really said #codependecy

FUCK PLEASE TELL SOKKA ABOUT YHE FUCKINF VEINS PLEASE SREEDIE IM STRESSED AS ALL HELL

F U C K

Y E S

finally ohmygod

katara: I can feel the toxins in zuko’s blood

iroh externally: oh?

iroh internally: whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck

LMFAO zuko calling sokkatara momo while his body is actively trying to kill itself as a JOKE is the most zuko thing ever. the most comedic thing about this boy is his absolutely Disastrous timing (by which I mean it’s impeccable)

PRISON PALS I still love that moniker <3

noooo not zuko worrying about shen when we know damn well shen got kebabed >:(

can katara please tell sokka that zuko wants him by his side. like girl. please.

okay I really do Not want this to happen, nor do I think it actually Will happen bc uhm duh, but it would be like,, so ironic of zuko did just die. like they went through all that and for what LMAO (it’s not funny it’s Not Funny why am I giggling to myself)

FINALLY A MENTION IF THE MIRACULOUS TEETH KEEPING OF ZUKKA NATION

lmao sokka is worrying himself into a early grave bc he cares so much about zuko but he’s also 100% ready to immediately assume that zuko let him down by outing sokka as a liar (I mean he’s right, but still. harsh)

woah woah woah sokka calm your tits man, rasu might be sex on legs but your sister is only 14 and that’s just gross

SEE rasu my reasonable child <3 (he’s also so snarky I actually love him so. much.)

insane how fast sokka switches from “rasu >:(“ to “rasu :D” when he learns that rasu knows zuko lol

YOU CANT TAKE THE NERD OUT OF SOKKA BABYYY (same.)

“sipping the sauce” LMAO

uh yeah rasu I think jee has every right to be worried ngl

sokka is just out here exposing himself bc he’s JEALOUS I cannot anymore with this boy

“prince zuko is a character without trying to be one” yKW I JUST REALISED?? ZUKO HAS MAJOR MR BEAN ENERGY just more homocidal and uh,, traumatised

god thinking about jet’s amputation has me squeamish as FUCK

sokka rearranging his book stack so the sex book is in the middle is so relatable agsjekfpf it’s giving the same energy as getting a massage and hiding your underwear between the rest of your clothes after you get changed into the robe thing

not sokka being endeared by zuko’s love for the art of thievery <3 mood

SHIT FUCK QUON

DICKHEAD

OMG WAIT IS HE GONNA RECOGNISE SOKKA AS RHE BITXH THAT ZUKO KISSED PRIOR TO KIDNAPPING

damn. after all that and sokka just exposed himself. cant even blame it on zuko this time buddy.

you can always count on little sisters to put you back in your place (as the little sister can confirm)

woag.

not the angst train going past us like choo choo motherfuckers.

I am not going to bag katara in any way, shape, or form for pretending to be sokka to get information out of zuko bc I would’ve so done the same thing with like,, zero hesitation. maybe I’m just a lying liar who lies though so idk

anyways: screaming, crying, destroying your living room and smashing all your lightbulbs.

I’m so mad that there’s no zukka reunion BUT !! you did give us a library which I was SUPER not expecting but enthralled by nonetheless so ig I’ll have to forgive you

ANYWAYS hope life has retired from kicking you around bc that’s my job and I’m the only one allowed to make you suffer >:(

also I just reread my last comment and realised I already said I’d smash all your lightbulbs so ig this is just a trend now. have fun living in medieval times forever ex-lover <3

Oh shit that’s so true, Sokka is very Anna and Zuko is very Elsa haha. (Odd how that happened lol)

Soooo I do think Sokka depends on Zuko WAY too much, emotionally physically mentally - but if that’s all he has to keep him waking up in the morning who am I to stop him. (But building up his own physical strength, dealing with his own issues instead of just focusing on zukos trauma, and allowing other people in his life to get close to him and then help him would be GREAT ;))

Sokkatara is now canon I’m obsessed with the nickname leekie beloved your brain is too big.

Rasu was like “oh no this kids crazy” & then Sokka said “tell me about Zuko” and rasu twirls his hair and giggles “SURE” & that’s how friends are formed. Take notes.

Katara & Sokka just need to get into one big “getting along shirt” and call it a day… but I kind of think Sokka would try to claw his way out… so yeah we don’t do that.

Lies are being exposed and Sokka has ZERO ground to keep standing on so he better accept the help or he is really going to drown. Ha.

LEEKI STOP SMASHING MY LIGHTBULBS I GOT TWO FLASHLIGHTS AND I CANT DEAL WITH IT ANYMORE.

Alright ex love I will see you soon!! :) <3

#but not actually #I won’t be SEEING YOU #but I’ll be arounndddddd #I was going to post the next chapter this weekend #then it was Eid #& my beautiful beta was raging #like a badass #& in the meantime I rewrote like #… two POVs #so yeah I kind of went backwards haha #probably next weekend #unless soemthing incredible happens #which I’ll keep ya posted <3 #LOVE YOU LEEKIE!!!#leekie tag #liab #ITF #ask

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i absolutely adored your tension building, the mutual pining and the slow burn between joel and reader in ASHWAH (and in but you know the killer doesn’t understand)

the hesitation between joel and reader in a stranger’s heart series specifically during the bathroom scene, the graveyard, joel’s birthday and the halloween party…..you can feel the hesitation in their actions before reader decides to continue looking thru joel’s house to find him, when joel sees reader at the graveyard, when reader finds joel in his bed after his birthday party, and then when they spot each other at the halloween party. the way they both contemplate the decision in their heads and go thru with it anyway because they understand each other and understand this sadness that they can read off each other (before they knew what it was). despite trying to keep each other at arm’s length they still couldn’t not get attached and i thought how you wrote that was just IMPECCABLE. truly have never read anything like it. you’re mind is just…. *MWAH* chefs kiss.

(this was so long fuck im sorry) (i was gonna talk about BYKTKDU but this got too long ahhh)

Non are you after my heart? Because you have it. You hold it in your hands. It’s yours. Take all my love it's all YOURS!!

Please never ever apologize for writing long asks, they are not only such a joy to read, but they are a giant inspiration! And also I love to discuss things and have lots of thoughts at all times, so I will almost always guaranteed write something just as long or longer back!

Sweet non, beautiful soul, I love seeing ASHWAH through your eyes! You get them!! You understand them so well, and god that's the purest form of joy as a writer.

There is so much hesitation from both of them throughout the series, but they are constantly growing closer together, chapter by chapter. Those scenes you highlighted are by far some of the most important shows of that, especially the graveyard and Joel's birthday!

"before they knew what it was" that's it!!! That's the entire story at its core!!! They know each other somehow before they even realize it. I really tried to make the pacing a slow burn, but still have progress and payoffs with each chapter, so thank you for saying this 💜

(if you ever want to talk about BYKTKDU why do I make my titles so damn long please feel free to reach out!! I'm so grateful for you🥺💜)

#doni replies #a stranger's heart series #ASHWAH asks

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bruce-wayne-simp · 2 years ago

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Ok its 11:30 pm and i need to be up at like 6 but @lenreli 's gifset of Tom in Mary Shelley earlier RUINED ME so here i am

I am not gonna watch the ENTIRE movie, just skipping around to his scenes for the sheer thirst of it all (and for brain fodder bcs that's how my mind works)

(Note from 30 mins after writing this. Half of this is me complaining about buffering and searching for Byron so uh. Enjoy)

Ok anyway here's a cut just in case this gets moderately long

(He's playing Lord Byron, btw)

Ok it didn't load on my ipad so I'm gonna try my laptop 💀

Ok nvm it DID actually load but im actually gonna watch it on my laptop anyway

Need a big screen for this 😤😤

Okokok technical difficulties over

ITS STARTINGGGGG

Why am i nervous 💀💀 girl calm down

WAIT MAISIE WILLIAMS WAS IN THIS??

Wow buffer more queen

Oh my god im like SLOWLY. PAINFULLY inching my way along to find Lord Byron. This better be worth it

Im an hour into this movie if he doesn't show up soon im gonna mcfreaking lose it

Hoo boy these guys look like they're not having a good time

Byrons showing up soon i can FEEL it

OH MY GOF OG NY GOD HE'S HERE

He just put a little note into a woman's cleavage while smiling and not saying anything im in love

Ok he's gone :( i will find u again

Give me Lord Byron or give me death

LMAOOO HE CAME OUT OF THE HOUSE YELLING "MR. SHELLEY"

Is he limping a little??????

He kisses Percy Shelley, grins and says "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance once more"

Oh god he's a bit intense but very nice

Im in love with him

Lmaoo he's standing on the table

Byron and Shelley are both drunk as hell

Once again, i am in love with him

Oooh is he about to dare her to write Frankenstein

HE IS

HE MADE THE BET

Oooh he's a bit of a douche

"Im sorry, have i caused a scene?" Your honor i love him again (i never stopped oops)

THE WAY HE SAYS IT THO. DELIVERY IS IMPECCABLE

Percy came down to breakfast wasted. Byron is LOVING it

Lmao the doctor dude just hit Percy and, again, Byron is all for it

"Well I'm going to go riding. I need something thick between my legs." That sign won't stop me because i can't read

Oh shit Claire (Byrons fling) is pregnant (with Byrons baby)

Hes so captivating oh my god

I love how he calls himself an 'old man' baby you're 32 (irl)

Mary had to give him the 'your actions (having sex with a young woman) have consequences (a baby)' spiel

Tbf he wasnt necessarily being a dick about it. He said he'd provide for the baby (child support basically) and he did

Ok it's over and it's almost 1 am im gonna LOVE this in the morning (5 hours from now 💀)

#tom sturridge #mary shelley 2017 #mary shelley #blizz watches stuff

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ufonaut · 2 years ago

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JSA 2022 #2 IMMEDIATE FIRST IMPRESSIONS:

the detail about the lack of constant electrical hum and the different smell of paint and all of that in the 1940s is absolute james robinson tier writing and i tip my hat to geoff

mikel janin’s lack of body diversity in art always proves a slight annoyance to me, in jay’s case especially, but alan looks PICTURE PERFECT and i cant get over carter’s literal hawk eyes

LEGIONNAIRE!!!!!! THE SOLE REDACTED WHO’S WHO ENTRY... I DO LOVE A GOOD PUZZLE PIECE

alan’s standing only in Default Hero Pose is so wildly delightful im gonna cry looking at him

JERRY ORDWAY!!!! SALEM THE WITCH GIRL!!!!!! MY GOD GEOFF WASN’T KIDDING ABOUT FATE BEING THE KEY TO EVERYTHING (AND HERE’S HOPING THAT EXTENDS TO THE NINETIES)

unbelievably diamond jack is a real character from slam bang comics 1940 (given that he’s allied with zatara in this one off mention i have to assume it’s the 40s hero and not the capt marvel villain we’re talking about). once again immense win for the kind of autism me & geoff share

the flashbacks & forwards actually work wonders for me and i think that ought to put to rest any impressions that this may be a miniseries and not an ongoing geoff has explicitly confirmed he’d like to take to 80 issues. we’re admittedly given very little to work with but that’s because he’s got the space to stretch out and this story deserves it, compare it to the much more direct and compact narrative being told in the stargirl six issue mini. it’s good pacing as far as i’m concerned, and impeccable writing!

geoff’s ability to blend preexisting canon with new characters that feel right at home in the golden age of comics never fails to amaze me. this book’s a genuine & sincere masterpiece

ZERO HOUR ZERO HOUR ZERO HOUR!!!!!!!!!!

the present day surely has to mean we’ll finally see bear era alan in action next issue. unless he’s from the near future?

EATING IT

no gay alan explored at length past the mentions in the new golden age 2022 #1 but thats fine by me because everything geoff’s said points to various big plans in motion for alan (& the red lantern). there’s a reason hes said he’s introducing the red lantern specifically so alan can remain the main character of the universe. i’m SO willing to wait it out

PERFECT ISSUE TO ME. 10/10. CHEFS KISS

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #PERSONAL

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kobabeach · 1 year ago

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i also named my mon in digimon world koba while mameo (the protag) is david.

you see my fursona is extremely leomon coded and im actually not sure on whether people really want him to be a macro lion or a macro leomon so i just leave him as whatever of the two people prefer bc hey people are thirsty enough for him as is

my friend who drew him really likes my character design sensibilities for some reason but im gonna be real i just threw whatever came to my head while thinking of leomon, the ronso from ff10 and madeen from ff9 because i want to kiss them so badly. also reimu hakurei's braids

my character design sensibilities mostly come from a steady diet of the better (subjective) 2000s cartoons on cartoon network and disney and such and whatever anime aired here and then just forcing japanese video games down my gullet, special mention goes to fighting games, weird anime arcade-y games like puyo and the jrpgs i played from 2010 onward.

i guess pokémon too but i didn't pay attention to the pokémen yet and i don't really like a lot of pokemon designs now. like im insane enough to prefer klefki and chandelure over zeraora and lucario

incineroar, rillaboom, machoke and chesnaught can get it and im fine with horny interpretations of charizard. and the dragonite and porygon families are impeccably designed

#little koba things

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seokmatthewz · 4 years ago

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[thinks lim jimin thoughts]

#i had to delete all the pics on my phone to download genshin LFKJDSJLK so now i dont have picsof him </3 #i need to save pics tomorrow but its agonizing #i just want . accessible emo bf pics from who you era #like tht one pic where he looks super tall in his like big chunky boots and velvet pants #impeccable im gonna kiss him #playm knew how to style him i hope bluedot knows the same #give me the ginormous boots and leather jacket from who you back #iri.txt

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the-gentleman-pining · 1 year ago

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Episode 2: Red Flags

Yes I'm gonna put these in one long post so I can keep it aaaallll together. I'm a disaster but I'm an ✨organised disaster✨

Damn it looks comfy on the Red Flag, this crew doesn't seem to be treated too bad at all! Not knowing anything about Zheng Yi Sao I have no idea how realistic that is 😅

Stede hon you need to sleeeep 🥺

THE MUSIC. This is gonna be the one for me I think.

THE SOOT ON WEDDING CAKE TOPPER STEDE WHERE ED IS HOLDING IT TO HIS FACE IM GONNA BREAK SOMETHING

I know it's old news but Bride!Ed is still just. Heartwrenching.

Moving them closer but not touching,, even when he's mourning the life he could have had,, my babygirl got burned so bad I'm actually gonna cry again if I think about any of this too much

Toppling them off the window and the sad deadness in Ed's eyes as he looks at himself and just... pushes. God this season is heavy stuff and I'm so here for it.

YES QUEEN 💪💪💪

What is this little sea witch subplot ahaha I'm so here for it being played straight

Zheng Yi Sao are you taking prospective job applications...

ONE OTHER MAN ON BOARD YOU SAY??? 👀👀👀

🐀

what's new queen 💅

fr I'm so glad he's back already like I'd have been ok with a reveal later on but I actually love Lucius and !!he's here he's here he's already here!! I get to enjoy the boy!!!

Black Pete's scrunched up little eyebrows in the hug aaaaaaa I love these two

🙄 men are so fucking emotional YES AND WE LOVE IT HAH

"I love all of it!" and Lucius looking beyond relieved and overwhelmed by love I'm??? Nathan you're going to make me ill.

Roach why tf you interrupting mind your business

Lucius you're not a good liar I know the "my mum thought I was straight for years thing" but the way you are BEHAVING babygirl it's suspicious as fuck I'm sorry

"you have impeccable balance babe" is said so casually yet it's so specific I'm horribly invested in these two,, yess Pete call him out in the loveliest way imaginable I'm obsessed

Wee John guyliner is such a vibe and bless his excitement about tailoring I'll never forget how Stede helped these guys unlock being unafraid to be themselves ❤️

Towels is about your speed, Stede I'm not gonna lie, you're more qualified for towels than captaincy for sure!

Hot! and Cheerful!Ed jumpscare! Most beautiful wig ever constructed jumpscare! I'm not immune to the middle aged wanted poster pirate.

On a serious note this portrayal of suicidal ideation and the illusion of improvement when they've made their choice is so masterfully done. It's haunting.

Ed knows Frenchie didn't kill Izzy, of course. He's not stupid. He's self sabotaging, not stupid. He enjoys the control of making everyone squirm.

Frenchie honey you're so bad at this 😭

Pasty dying sweaty screaming Izzy you're a bit of a mess sweetie but don't panic your found family is here to incompetently help ❤️ Like I know you've got nothing left because you've lost Ed and he's all you cared about but consider this: friends!

Adding "Ohhh he's a gusher!" to my long list of reasons I'm obsessed with Archie

Lucius I owe you my firstborn for actually telling Stede he's being a cunt.

"Ed pushed you?" said with the incredulity of a man who forgot all his friends got marooned..

NATHAN YOU'RE ACTING YOUR HEART OUT but also "oh yeah, now you care" in that low voice like what are you trying to do to us,, why is broken Lucius hottttt 😭

Sea witch subplot my beloved,, please understand I want animorphs Buttons so bad (not carnally, just to witness him, don't get any weird ideas)

Oh Frenchie you're right that you weren't qualified for this babe you're like a lamb to the slaughter

KNOW THE SMELL??? Izzy and Ed are fucked up beyond belief this is unhinged.

Jim why are you playing with the leg

Also Jim you're such a romantic now I'm weak for it (and so is Archie it seems!)

Saw some people saying this kiss/relationship is too rushed bc it took Olu so long to get past Jim's was but that's the point!!! Look how different Jim is!! They're so much more emotionally available to everyone!! Because of Olu and the rest of the crew showing them that family doesn't have to be by blood!

But I will say that kissing while cloth is coming that far out your nose is deranged behaviour like that's gonna accidentally get in the way ewww

Buzzkill cockblock first mate where have I seen that before... 🤔 Just let Zheng Yi Sao have her fuckin meal she's EATING!!!

Olu is so lovely I just don't think he should ever be in trouble ever

"Yeah. I fucked that up." 😔

How is this pirate queen this awkward I love her so much I want the world for her.

Roachtatouille

Edgy smokerboi Lucius is so funny I know it's not funny but it's so funny I don't make the rules

Stede shut up or I'll riot challenge

Honestly "my spicy little ratboy" was such a relatable blunder to try and defuse the tension, Black Pete I see you bestie

Pointing the finger Pete made at him in anger Lucius NO

"The hell is going on in towels?"

Ed and Izzy I love to watch you like bugs but you're scary and upsetting, fellas

Con is just in another league of acting this season it feels like. I'm absolutely convinced by him. It's riveting.

Devastating that both of these idiots hate each other and love each other so much that it makes them deranged. They can't kill each other but they want to. Fucking hell. The cold read from Izzy that Ed is too scared to kill himself followed by immediately doing it (or attempting to) to himself. CHRIST.

"I loved you... best I could." no idea if Ed is just lying to himself but in what way did he ever love Izzy? /gen

NO DON'T GIVE ED THE WHEEL GODDD well here we go.

Stede using his failures to stop Lucius from self sabotage at the expense of his own sanity, good on you man. Best thing you've done for anyone else so far this season. Shame he cut him off.

"He was just a very small man!" Nathan lmao was that you

God, Ed is just begging for someone to end it. He's so far gone. Provoking and trying to act out enough that someone (or something) will do what he's unable to do himself. But desperately wanting someone to prove to him that there's an alternative - that self destructive urge to simultaneously prove your fears and the deeper craving to have them disproved. He's a ruin of a man.

Stede looking out for Lucius and Black Pete like this feels reminiscent of earlier S1 Stede, helping the crew heal, it's really nice. I miss that.

Stede admitting he's part of the reason Ed became so unwell! Growth! That's it king, you can face your mistakes ❤️

Yessss matchmaker Lucius back at it again dropping the truths that people need to hear!!

Vico Ortiz I'm on my knees!! Season 2 Jim is WONDERFUL.

Izzy Hands killing the part of himself that was rotting away shooting Ed unhhh the symbolism. I adore this character he's despicable but he's RIVETING.

Izzy leaning on Fang ❤️❤️❤️

Yeah there it is. "Finally".

FRENCHIE'S SMILE AS JIM DOES IT HHHH

These fellas have been brutalised so bad, Jim's scream is so raw. This fucking season, man.

Decided to rewatch OFMD S2 eps 1-3 and actually jot down my thoughts as I go! Oh what fun! Ngl this is mostly for me babes but if you enjoy it that's neat ❤️

Episode 1: Impossible Birds

Stede bearded in his dream could just be playing to swashbuckling archetypes for funsies, but is it some lingering wish that he was more masculine?

Con O'Neil truly graceful about it with the sword huh

"WHERE IS HE. WHERE'S ED?" Stede seeing Izzy as the thing that is keeping Ed from him when he's the one that left lol ok

His idealised version of Ed doesn't hold him accountable either. My mans doesn't want to face what he did at all!!

His first words to Ed in his letter are reassuring him that the crew are safe, as if he doesn't remember that Ed marooned them and left them for dead on purpose??

I know it's meant to be funny but Jackie was a bit of a sex pest toward Swede at first and the power dynamic was a bit 🫤 Glad he was into it in the end!

WHY DOES WEE JOHN SLAM THE HEAD OF THE ONE WHO GOT STABBED INTO THE TABLE INSTEAD OF THE ONE WHO STABBED THEM?? 😂

Stede truly is unphased by people being assholes to him and I just,,, respect it.

Ricky your vibes are strange and unsettling

Who in their right mind would have an ocean wedding in the golden age of piracy?? I know they probs didn't know it was the golden age of piracy while they were in it but STILL

Ed looks so dead behind the eyes 😭 Just going through the motions eh buddy?

Dressed up like the book Blackbeard I see. God he's trying so hard to inhabit this character.

I would die for Archie. Truly the himbo we need in these depressing angst riddled times.

Jim asking someone else how they're bottling things up?? Hello?? Who are you and what have you done with Jim?? Aren't you the bottling up Master? Olu bewitched you too good and now you've unlocked Feelings 😔

"He's actually a good guy" Stede babygirl did we actually forget the marooning???

I have so much I could say about how Izzy and Blackbeard's relationship has deteriorated hhhhh,,,, Izzy is a problem child but I'm so glad the story is crashing towards his character actually growing and changing. In season 1 he at least got the crumbs Ed would throw him like "I need you here", now he's only getting abuse and maybe he's throwing himself at it because he recognises he had a part to play in reaching this point and believes he deserves it.

Fang's delivery on "how you doing Izzy" will keep me warm and fed all winter. Masterclass in approaching someone, truly tender and genuine but not too pressuring. God.

That second "unhand me" hhh the panic of realising you're going to start crying if the situation continues

Con is gonna rip my heart out and eat it this season if I'm not careful

Labour exploitation Jackie what a girlboss x

Why does "you'll be having a lot of breakfastseses together" sound so ominous though 😭 Smeagol Jackie my worstie...

Stede doing Blackbeard Voice is adorable but damn he really doesn't believe that he made Ed's life better. Like how??? Why doesn't Stede equate happiness with better? Ed was explicitly happier around you ya dingus!

Swede deserves his married bliss so much. The crew can be so mean to him!!

"What am I to you" and "I have... love for you" are said so softly I'm gonna be sick,, Izzy you fucked it by wrestling this man into this particular coping mechanism and your tenderness is coming wayyyy too late. Heartbreaking tbh cause the guy didn't know how else to help Ed and now he's realising it could have been different. Sick and twisted little dynamic I'm eating it like good soup.

Definitely supposed to be taken that Izzy didn't realise "talk it through" was a Stedeism as he said it but godddd you idiot dude

Once again god bless you Archie I'd die for you

Fang I want to rescue you hhhhhh my hot topic fashionista must be so dehydrated from all these tears!!!

No way in hell Ed expected anything else out of Izzy's mouth than something about Stede, but god I wish the guy had just payed attention to Frenchie shaking his head. The catharsis of saying the quiet part out loud wasn't worth your leg, man.

"Start by cleaning up that mess"... yeah we def see Ed is killing people himself again but outsourcing the Big Job on Izzy makes sense. He's also exactly the kind of self sabotager atm that would know Frenchie won't do it, and he's looking for reasons to Be Worse.

Indigo heist my beloved. Fuck those hammies up!! I love how loud Black Pete was omg 😂

Oh fuck off Ricky I know you're a S1 Stede mirror but you're doing it detestably

Roach why is your instinct to immediately put the blue dirt on your face darling

Zheng Yi Sao completely unphased by Jackie is giving me so much delight

Sexy Dutchman 😭😂 Jackie never change

I love that Zheng Yi Sao is taking the whole crew on just to have her lil Olu moment, get it girl

TENDER JIM IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM THEY'VE COME SO FAR. I LOVE THEIR BIG SMILE 😭 (also Archie is so wholesome what is she DOING here???)

Ed oh my god you're not alright at ALL

Frenchie's quiet "sounds like a plan" is just so... painful. The acting this season is off the charts.

When Roach asked if they were in soup now I thought he was referring to the ocean as soup I'm an idiot 😭

#ofmd #ofmd s2 #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 spoilers #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers #izzy hands #ofmd s2 spoilers #stede bonnet #edward teach #ofmd jim #oluwande boodhari #zheng yi sao #frenchie ofmd

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