#in a devastating blow to my ego

[troublegoose]

*points at you* SHORT!

crying, weeping, shitting my pants etc.

[planarbindings]

you would think. it would be difficult to be considered profoundly uncool in academia where many of us have built careers on the fact that we are uncool. but let me tell you that i managed this today. i was getting ready to leave the office and my colleague went “are you on your way home to kiss your vampire boyfriend in that video game” i will never recover from this social assassination

[ozziesjester]

my followers are clocking my shit and BULLYING me. assigned sub bottom Dog. who's gonna buy me a fucking clicker

[tinglecannon]

Every single time

[keevan-girlboss]

very confidently stated i have never written hannibal fanfiction almost a month ago and am only just now forced to realize That Was A Fucking Lie, Apparently

[thrassisfras]

I love being able to slip a pun under the radar, but having a pun go unacknowledged just isn't as fun as doing massive psychic damage with a truly awful pun.

[sunllghtt]

Hi are you up for a messy scene analysis thing

Ofc it's this scene who do you think I am

I've been wanting to do this for God knows how long but I never had the balls and neither the words to (still don't) but I wanna try to properly talk about this scene. My primal instinct is to sit here and tell you how much this 30 second scene changed the trajectory of these characters in the next movies, how it made their friendship grow and develop and how much of a storytelling lesson it is (oh the so so deep understanding you need to have of your characters to have them say things so vaguely and still express exactly what they mean). I could also go down the emotional and subjective road and ramble about how much it means to me and how I resonate with it, but I've done that at least 837382 times and I think everyone knows it by now 😭 so!!! Let's get to the real thing

(I'm trying to keep it as analytical and straightforward as possible but please note that this is my favorite scene that's ever existed so neutrality is not really a possibility)

Rocket is a brat. He's restless, he's loud, he's always puffing up his chest and yelling at someone and picking fights with the wind cuz it was blowing in a way he didn't like and he's just an overall bastard. In this scene, though, we see him inside out. His head is low, his shoulders are slumped, he has his tail between his knees and he looks tired. He speaks quietly (curiously like he doesn't want anybody else to hear him), he's not deliberately insulting anyone and he's just..... defeated??

Up until that point I don't think we ever got to see Rocket like that. From what the movies have shown us he'd never had to. But in the past few days that led to this, Rocket had stolen batteries for no apparent reason (which we'll later learn why💀), ruined their ship, got literally kidnapped by Ravagers, blew up a creepy planet-guy-thing and oh my god attended his friend's dad's funeral. At least half of these things were directly or indirectly his fault and he knows it.

I don't think he ever doubted it was (we see it earlier in the movie when the Guardians leave to "The Chain" by Fleetwood Mac and Rocket scowls and winces like he either stepped in a pile of shit or got hit in the face by regret), but he still argued with Peter even knowing he was in the wrong just to keep up apparences or hold on to a little thread of pride when he was already feeling ashamed for being caught red-handed stealing shit he didn't need AND destroying their ship etc etc, and he just kinda fucked up big time. And I think that's (besides the general exhaustion of parenting a tree and fighting a planet and Yondu's death) is what got him so devastated in that scene.

Ofc Yondu played an extremely important role in that. He was the one to open Rocket's eyes, to give him some sort of reality check and show him the only thing isolation is ever gonna bring him is regret and bitterness (or, in other words, Yondu). Rocket is most of all hopeless and tired and just sad like that because he knows he hurt his friends. He knows he's chasing them away, that he yells at them, that he's always mean and that he steals batteries he doesn't need. He knows he's not awesome to put up with and seeing what happened to Yondu and his former friends probably made him terrified it'd happen to him and the Guardians too. He's stuck in this cycle of pushing them away with everything he can (and we could get into all his trauma regarding betrayal and death and literally endless other things but it's all very clear at this point) and he knows patience doesn't last forever. He's just scared, he feels bad and he's tired.

Now on the other hand we have Quill. He's also destroyed, he lost two fathers (3 if you count what Ego could've been, what he wanted him to be), basically relived his mother's death and had to watch literally every single one of them die. He's also scared and tired, yes, but all he has left is this unstable family of weird idiots who are learning how to show care and he's... pretty much fine with it. He wants it.

And when what Rocket's saying clicks, when he realizes who he's talking about, Quill, who's usually all smirks and teasing and bickering and name-calling, looks at his best friend like this,

because

(From vol 2 script!! Won't even try to comment on that last part before Quill's last line but I also really like that Peter just "shakes his head" over and over like he's just barely listening until he realizes what Rocket really means cuz it also shows a lot about his character. He's naturally a little slow and downright stupid when it comes to this kind of hidden emotional thing and he's also exhausted and depressed from everything that happened and STILL he stops and just. Sees Rocket, and sees Yondu.)

He's not doing well. He's probably sore and hurt and sad and miserable and yet he takes his sweet time to look down at Rocket, let go of his resentment from before and see right through him. In order to understand this scene it's important to remember he most likely doesn't know what Yondu told Rocket at all, he doesn't know anything they said to each other and how Yondu showed him they're mirrors. He doesn't know any of that. He just knows his best friend and his father and how much they resemble each other. He puts up with Rocket's bullshit because he knows how to deal with Yondu.

He could've just ignored him or pretended he didn't know what he was talking about. He could've made Rocket swallow his pride and "teach him a lesson" by making him say what he means without hiding behind metaphors and vague self-deprecation, because Rocket was probably vulnerable and defeated enough to be honest in that moment. And yet, he just looks at his friend, who's usually a loud and mean and restless brat, and is now staring at the floor with his ears droopy and his tail between his knees, and just says, as a form of reassurance and tenderness that's just as subtle and shy as Rocket's insecurities, "Well, of course not."

(The kind and soft and sweet DETERMINATION on his face tho like no!!! No we're not ditching you even though you suck I'm!!! Serious!!!!)

[wildfloweronwheels]

A pit of nausea is boiling in my stomach today. It’s fury and fear and a sadness that sears to the bone. It swept in suddenly as I opened my phone to the news that three of Taylor Swift’s shows in Vienna, Austria have been cancelled by police due to the thwarting of a terrorist attack. Reading that sentence, I’m back in 2017, chest burning with horror and grief at the bomb that went off as young women danced and sang their hearts out with Ariana Grande. We know what attacks like this look like, we’ve felt them before, their echoes held in the minds and hearts of every live music fan across the world even now.

So, there is also relief swimming in the sick, that the police got to this in time. That they made the call that means thousands of people quite literally live to see another day. My head is spinning thinking about what could’ve been. Feeling for the fans, musicians and Taylor herself whose lives have orbited at least a little around the glittery nights they were promised. The friendship bracelets.  The cowboy boots. The glorious high of screaming ‘Fuck the patriarchy’ in a sold out stadium. The expectant hush that falls over things before the opening chords of a surprise song. The putting together of pieces in the mashups that follow. I know it’s just a concert; there’ll be more of them, we hope, but it’s also not…

It's yet more proof that we didn’t need, of an ugly truth, splashed in oozing neon. It rears its head all over the world in millions of foul devastating ways every single day and yet it still hurts every single time. The thing that most frightens men and boys is a woman succeeding. A woman living. A woman thriving. A woman feeling joy. Women gathering together in a communion of emotion that borders on the sacred, because it’s so rare in its safety and warmth.

 That’s how I would describe the nights I was privileged enough to spend at the Eras Tour earlier this year. A singular celebration of all a woman has made through her own blood, sweat and tears. A visual and musical experience underpinned by one of my favourite quotes ever from the glorious Carrie Fisher, “Take your broken heart, make it into art.” If you’re anything like me, it’s soundtracked your own.

We’ve watched that heart break and heal again and again. Blows dealt by men loitering in a girlhood they had no place in. By ill-fated romance, snuffed out because egos couldn’t bear the load or because two people just weren’t the right fit.  By calculated campaigns designed to distort an image, dismantle a reputation and lay ruin to a legacy. And yet she’s here. And so are we. Women, I mean. Again and again we resist. We persist. We insist.

Our joy is not yours to steal. Our lives are not yours to threaten. We will keep finding it. Rising. Screaming. Teaching the boys and men around us to be better. Defying. Demanding. Deciding. I’m not interested in what you think about Taylor Swift’s music or her privilege, a financial sheen that I remind you protects from no bullet or harm being done to you or innoc ent people, in your name.  In fact, it invites it. Over and over again. But I am interested in how you talk about this moment. Right now. The one that almost happened but didn’t. It’s a sliding door so what are we going to make sure waits on the other side of it?

[missacidburn928]

My brain did that dialogue driven thing again...

I am choosing to leave the characters up to you. Whoever you feel fits the role is who is should be. I'll leave who I'm feeling after the dialogue driven words my brain wouldn't shut up about until I wrote it out.

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"Come on, baby. Hear me out. It's been 2 weeks already. You know she meant nothing to me. It was a stupid bet. I couldn't let him try and punk me like that by refusing."

The idiot has stopped me in my escape by placing his ridiculous frame in my path. Forcing me to confront him after I made my declaration of the end of our relationship and my intentions of never gracing him with my presence again.

As much as I do not want to. No matter how much I want to turn and just run away from the pain seeing his stupidly handsome will give me. I need him to get the message that we are well and truly over. Which is going to require some bravery on my part as I look him in the eye.

"You know what hurts the most? That you weren't even the one to realize how good you had it once it left you. No your little jesters had to point it out for you before it even registered in that thick skull of yours. God, I'm so pathetic to have given myself to such an asshole. Wait, no that gives assholes a bad name and some of my favorite people are assholes. You're just a vapid narcissist fool who can't see past his own ego to save himself. I am so thankful your carelessness and lack of self restraint pulled the e brake on your twisted carnival ride. Allowing me to walk away with my self esteem still intact. So please just go away. I meant what I said when I told you I never wanted to willingly lay eyes on you again. The sugar sweet apologies still perched in the back of your throat. I hope they turn to ash and poison. Slowly suffocating you in your delusions until self preservation takes over and you finally. Leave. Me. Alone."

I give myself a moment to catch my breath as my words sink in. I can already tell they are barely penetrating his thick skin. Movement to my left catches my eye. A body frame and gait I know all too well walking my way. With one quick look in their eyes I know my escape is not only imminent but will leave a devastating blow.

"There's my favorite human."

My shaking hand is quickly engulfed in warmth. Easing the tremors and replacing them with a sense of safety and ease as I am pulled away from my waste of space ex, into the embrace of my best friend.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, sweet face. You know how chatty my boss can be."

A kiss is placed upon my forehead. Extinguishing any remaining anxiety like a xanax to the bloodstream.

"Not at all. As always your timing was impeccable."

A throat is cleared beside us.

"Can I help you man? Me and the lady were just on our way home. Cozy date night ya know."

Eyes filled with barely restrained rage and hurt stare daggers into me.

"Him. That's whose bed you're warming now. Should have figured he was more than a friend this whole time. You know what, fuck you. You'll never have all of this again."

"So you can listen."

He steps forward.

"Fucking bitch."

I am smoothly pulled behind my black knight.

"I know that most of your brain cells are located in your biceps but I'm gonna need you to take a step back from my girl before I have to do something rather ungentlemanly."

"You against me? I don't care how big you think you are you couldn't land a punch on me if i gave you a free-"

Before he can finish his sentence, the sense as well as his consciousness is knocked out of him by a firm fist to the jaw. As soon as he hits the cold ground I am scooped up and carried valiantly over the limp body of my ex.

"Now what did you have in mind for dinner? I'm suddenly feeling rather ravenous and I'm not quite sure if food will be sufficient enough."

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The pairs of men my brain came up with: (Let Me Know Yours)

Ex!Ransom & Bestfriend!Jax

Ex!Billy Hargrove & Bestfriend!Eddie

Ex!August Walker & Bestfriend!Will Shaw

[detective-shirogane124]

Canto 7 Pt. 3 Sobbing

Not this goddamn, gatcha game making me sob my fucking eyes out.

Don "Sancho" Quixote, I will forever love you my dear sweet baby girl. Damn right we're a family of 13, technically 15. I'll happily light the path to your dream sweetie.

Now that I can see through my tears.

I love her, your honor.

Alcor?? Why are you here?

God, I love a good circular narrative. Having Sinclair be the one to break through to Sancho is just so perfect.

Hey, I hate everything about this.

Crying starts here and ends 3 days later.

Sancho, honey, I need you to give into the feminine urge to kill your father.

In short:

There isn't a single moment when this game doesn't blow me away with its quality. From Canto 3 to Canto 7 and everything in between. Combined with the visible character growth, the story telling has really gone far beyond what one could expect from a gatcha game (But just right for a Project Moon game.)

I've genuinely been waiting for Donnie's Canto since season 1 when I noticed the base egos tell their backstories. I feel so validated with how amazing Canto 7 was. Hong Lu's is going to be absolutely devastating.

[beezerz]

Ok, it's headcanon time!

I'm a bnha fan, I often read fics of my faves but I never wrote fics bc I'm not very consistent w updates and what not.

Anyways I just read this fic in which bakugo hates when you call someone to fix the sink just bc he can.

I really liked it, so ty author, but, I beg to differ.

To me, this man has NO idea how to fix a sink.

He's good at many things, which include house chores like cooking, cleaning etc, but the only spot in his perfection is this.

Who will want his hand in marriage if he can't handle something this simple?? He thinks.

A devastating blow to his massive ego.

And then, you come along.

There was an issue with the 1-A heights alliance kitchen sink, and before anyone could call a teacher, YOU get to it.

And, he already had a crush on you, but that made everything click. You were destined to be together, because you complete him.

He would've loved you anyway, even if both of you sucked at diy, but this, this made him imagine your wedding, living and dying together.

You could be the girlboss to his malewife (not that he's aware of what any of this means, he's too busy to learn about it, but that's what dunce face said about you two).

Damn he couldn't wait to confess.

[trailmixedup]

OKAY! So!! I am one week post op from top surgery and here are the things I have learned:

• nothing prepares you for how fucking bloated you get. It is emotionally and physically devastating.

• eat protein or you’re going to start dreaming about it.

• get ready to literally not have any reading comprehension or speaking ability until you’re after the heavy pain med. and then after that as well…

• holy shit your back is gonna hurt. You can’t crack it. No twisting.

• you can’t use ice packs on your actual chest, but they’re lifesavers to sleep with- I put mine under my neck on my pillow to keep my neck from cramping.

• the pressure and tension on your chest is uncomfortable but not unbearable. Mostly it’s just annoying.

• you need pockets. Dear gods you NEED pockets.

• you do not want pants with a button. The button pants will not fit and it will make you sad. It’s just not even worth trying. Just have drawstring pants, it’s easier on the ego.

• wiping your ass is hard now. I’m sorry.

• blowing your nose hurts. Sneezing hurts. Coughing hurts. Laughing hurts. Just… avoid needing too much lung capacity all at once.

• If you have body hair prepare for your compression garments to hurt. My skin is so tender and painful all of the time. And there’s no break.

• if you keep your nipples you won’t be allowed to shower for 2 weeks. You’re going to start stinking. Have someone around you that is willing to wash your hair like how they wash babies hair. Also have rubbing alcohol so that you can neutralize your armpit stink because deodorant is off limits for your healing incisions.

• chapstick is not optional. You’re going to want it.

• same goes for a big cup with a well-sealed lid and a straw. Drink so much water.

• you’re going to feel helpless and useless. It sucks. It’s okay. Don’t push yourself.

• you’re going to want to wear pants with pockets to bed so you have somewhere to put your drains. You’ll be so tired that it doesn’t matter for the first couple days.

• you want the longest phone charger known to man. I promise. There is no such thing as too long.

• ask for the anti-nausea patch. You’re going to want it, and it lasts like 3 days. Throwing up HURTS.

• the healthier you can be before the surgery the easier your recovery is going to be. It isn’t fatphobic or stuck up or whatever else people say to lose excess weight and eat super clean before your surgery. Start moving your body every day. Start practicing going from sitting to standing and laying to standing without using your hands. Your body will reward effort to be healthy with safer surgery and easier healing.

• oh my god buy a serious laxative that you know works for you. Your body will literally forget how to shit.

• if you can, buy paper medical tape, gauze pads, and extra strength Tylenol. You will use them.

• plan to take naps. There is no weakness in a nap.

• get up and stretch your legs hourly. I promise it’s worth it. You will feel so much better.

• you’re going to want a hat or some sort of hair control.

• if the binder doesn’t fit you in the arm holes, you don’t have to let it chafe at your armpits and hurt like a mother fucker. Just cut the arm holes wider with a pair of scissors.

• have some sort of routine. You’ll fall apart otherwise.

• you’re going to be snippy and bitchy. Get ready to apologize for being an asshole. Short tempers happen, but don’t forget to say sorry.

• prepare yourself for all the random tape and other stuff to itch. You just have to grin and bear it. Things are so itchy.

That’s all I can think of right now, plus I’m sleepy. I will add to the list when I think of more ^_^

[anemoarchonhoe]

First is does the little one have a name cause my thoughts be that either they (btw I use they/them term for the little one for now) have a name close related to winds or music? And also do venti and eos reader have them during current game timeline or back then cause honestly I do kinda imagine the little baby was there when certain nameless bard.

Please meet Satanael, Barbatos' only son.

"My name is Nemo, though...!"

This little one's true name is Satanael, but you also gave it a mortal name "Nemo", when it was born. Totally not derived from "anemo", and totally not because the orange lines on its outfit reminded you of the clown fish on a certain movie.

That's totally not the case.

The child's pronouns are he/they/it. The child doesn't particularly care much about gender norms. As far as the wisp is concerned, it is simply a "special breeze" born from the union of two deities. At least, that's what Mama told him!

Satanael... or rather, Nemo, was first created 500 years after Venti becomes the archon of freedom and marries you, ascending you to godhood in the process. Created, because you don't possess the reproductive organs that humans have due to being a former elemental monster, unlike Venti, who perfectly replicated the body of his deceased friend thanks to his gnosis. While your ascension to godhood through marriage with an archon allowed you to finally gain a human form, it's not perfect, and lacks a certain organ needed to produce a child. So you and Venti decided to experiment by combining both of your elemental powers to create a living being. If ascending anemo produces crystalflies and descending anemo creates anemo slimes, then wouldn't it be possible to make a being quite similar to both of yourselves through that logic, by create a powerful surge of anemo enough to bring a new elemental being to life?

However, all it managed to create is a powerful ball of anemo that needed to be immediately contained. This is where the story of Barbatos' breath came from. It's not inside a bottle like Diluc thought, it was contained within your body in hopes that you could one day give it an "ego"... a soul, one day.

The opportunity came during the cataclysm, hundreds of years after the initial attempt. You and Dvalin, with Venti's supporting winds, deal a devastating blow to Durin that ultimately defeated it. While Dvalin and Venti had to go to a forced hibernation in order to recuperate, you miraculously remained unscathed by Durin's poison and was able to get near enough to make contact with him as he lays dying in Vindagnyr, soon to be Dragonspine.

"I know you're not evil, dark dragon. So I wish to give you another chance." You told Durin, floating near his head and staring directly in its eyes that's slowly glossing over.

"Would you like to become my child?"

It does its best to look at you, opening its mouth, only able to draw out a pathetic gurgle. Yes, yes! Alas, its throat has been torn by Dvalin's razor sharp teeth, so it could only gurgle its answer before drawing its last breath.

But you understood, so with your divine power, took Durin's soul before it could seep through the leylines and fused it with the massive power you contained within you. And when you released it from your nexus, your Storm Eye... Out came your divine child.

You smiled, holding the newborn wisp on your cupped hands after giving your green ribbon to tie around his neck. He looks up at you.

Then begins to hover.

What a shame that Venti has to wait another 500 years to meet his child.

Thank you @/wheatcak3 for drawing Nemo aaaaaa. Please follow her uwu.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

As a Sondread fan, my favorite piece of knowledge is the fact that Sonic has never once rescinded his comment that Dread is his favorite Knuckles.

After that comment alone, Dread hid while his ship was being boarded, threw Sonic out front of the ship to pull it, Sonic watched him speed through the loop de loop (with Dread not caring if he damaged it), Dread backstabbed him and framed him as a traitor, they fought over the shard, Dread shot multiple missiles at him, he tried to attack Sonic for the blue shard again while Sonic and Nine were trying to escape New Yoke.

Dread had done a lot of shit in Sonic's presence or to him (tried to kill him, backstabbed him, shows that he cares more about self interest than the crew now)

And Sonic *never* takes his comment back

In fact, not only does Sonic never take the comment back, he never really holds a grudge against him. And to be honest, it's mostly because Sonic seems to like him and keeps giving him the benefit of the doubt.

When Dread tries to leave his crew, making it clear that they could be pirates and go after the Devil's Lighthouse but he would have no part of it, Sonic came to retrieve him and to try to convince him. Sonic appeals to his ego and mentions how his (or original Knuckles', rather) stubbornness and unwillingness to give up is one of his usual traits. After Dread explains his tale of woe, Sonic spends time (operating on the assumption that the event scared Dread off from pirating) convincing him that he can be great. When Dread breaks the Loop De Loop, Sonic’s devastated, but never confronts Dread about it. When Dread betrays him and frames him as a traitor to get the blue shard, and even as Dread is actively trying to kill him/blow him up, yes Sonic is annoyed, but he spends a lot of time not only trying to convince the crew that he's not a traitor, but also trying to appeal to reason with Dread. Dread's shooting missiles at him and Sonic goes on and on about how he's (Dread) gonna feel so bad later for what he's doing to him (Sonic). When Mr. Dr. Eggman calls for the eggforcers to shoot Dread where he stands (WHILE Dread is still actively trying to get the shard from Sonic), Sonic expresses his care and concern over Dread's wellbeing by calling his name, and even gasps when Dread is shot. Then, when Sonic watches Dread lose his grip on the Chaos Council's ship when they arrive in New Yoke, he calls his name and lets go of his own hold on the ship. As the two plummet in the city, Sonic still reaches for him and saves him from meeting an untimely death, throwing him onto a roof of a building (which ultimately endangers Sonic's own life and mission). Sonic is happy when Dread comes to his rescue and aids in the fight against Chaos Sonic (and just happy that Dread IS in fact alive). And then finally, when Dread attacks him at the end of season 2 to get the shard back, Sonic's only response to that is that he thought he and Dread were "cool now" (funny, given that Dread himself told Sonic that it would be everyone for themselves again after Chaos Sonic was defeated). Beyond that, he just tells Renegade and Dread that they should be friends.

The funny interpretation of this is just how down bad for Dread Sonic may be to straight up ignore some of the clear red flags/proof Dread is gonna betray him, but my other (slightly more serious) interpretation is that Sonic must really like Dread to be able to care for him and his wellbeing the way he does, to try to reason with him and to not hold grudges on even the most awful things Dread has done. It says a lot that he still cares about him, still wants him to be alive, still tries to reason with him, still tries to get Dread to at least be friends with him again, still refuses to take back his saying that Dread is his favorite Knuckles, no matter what Dread does and how he treats him/his crew

[flowerandblood]

Hello Father! I completely agree with you about Aemond's possible reach to Aegon's dream. I believe his ego would take over and try to prove that he is the son

I seek your insight once more! How would you think he would feel learning of criston and alicent's affair? And how would he confront them individually, if at all

Thank you so much, hope you are doing well❤️❤️

Ewan himself said that Aemond would be devastated if he found out about their affair and honestly I don't understand why some people reacted positively to my meme on this topic 🤣 (I mean, they think that Aemond is proud of it because he considers Criston Cole as his father figure). Nothing could be further from the truth in my opinion.

In my eyes Aemond sees Cole as a friend and that's why this would be a blow to him: imagine your best friend fucking your mother. Fantastic.

The individuals from whom Aemond desired fatherly protection were Viserys and partly Daemon.

I don't think he would confront them at all – he would be pissed and would wait for the opportunity to hurt them, just as they hurt him. He would distance himself from Cole for sure.

(It's only my opinion on the matter, you don't have to agree with me and I don't expect anyone to treat my words as the only truth that matters)

Bless you, child

[hell-drabbles]

Man, if ra-on's is really bad with social interactions, he can't possibly handle rejection, what a mess his mind would be seeing that someone doesn't want to have anything to do with him? To better explain my point, imagine ra-on's on is obsessed with his new "lover" (they really haven't had any approach yet and ra-on already calls them that lol), and is already preparing to be slammed against the bed but is hit by the reality that in fact he demon/angel is not interested in ra-on in any platonic/sexual/romantic way, and a devastated ra-on asks why, and is crushed with the response of 'you're not my type'.... can you imagine that blow to his fragile ego?

The funny part about it is how slow Ra-on would be to realize the breaking of his ego.

This demon/angel has everything he could every want and then some. Muscles, a sculpted body, deep voice, big dick and dresses deliciously slutty, this demon/angel has everything! And because every other demon/angel has already showed interest in Ra-on, he's already anticipating that he'll be slammed into the bed eventually.

But, nothing happens.

It's a repeating pattern, so it's only natural that he would come to think of all non-human people under the implied umbrella of lovers. And because he's not vocal about it, nobody can be there to tell him how delusional he's being.

So when he's hit with the "You're not my type, human," logically, Ra-on registers it, but emotionally he doesn't. The words almost don't seem real. And, hours later, when he sees this demon/angel being friendly with someone and showing interest, he goes into a mental berating spiral. "Oh, of course he wouldn't be into you. Stupid, absolute idiot, why did you think he'd be into you? You don't have what he wants. Don't act like you're worth anything. Those devils are all fucking you because you need to to survive, not because they enjoy it or love you. They don't truly care about you. Why did you think for a second that you're worthy of love? Of fun, carefree sex? None of those devils would be fucking you if you didn't need it, if you weren't Solomon descendant. On your own, you're not worth anything."

So yeah, veeeery messy mental and self berating spiral, absolutely dismissing the happy memories he's made with others, unintentionally discarding the devils agency from his head, and not even acknowledging that they often take advantage of him. Convinced that somehow he it's his fault.

This dude is really not okay and I love that.