#it's selfish cruel and egotistical

[jiangwanyinscatmom]

I'm not sure why it is so difficult to understand regarding Madam Yu, and the love of her child (Jiang Cheng because she was apathetic to Jiang Yanli in text let's be very honest here)does not exempt her from being abusive and cruel to him as well as taking her anger and hate out on a child under her care. A parent can love a child immensely, yet that doesn't mean that love suddenly makes all actions okay when she was the cause of fostering a very toxic complex within Jiang Cheng.

[slayingfiction]

Character Flaws

When creating characters, it's all too easy to envision the most perfect people, especially when it comes to creating love interests. Even our loveable morally grey characters are mostly perfect, if only they would stop killing...

So, here are a list of some flaws (based on personality, not appearance) to help round out your characters. While it's nice to be good at everything, it's abnormal. No one is perfect, and your characters will be much more relatable if you knock them down a bit.

Please note, none of these are (specifically) mental disorders, as I don't consider those a character flaw.

The Good (aka little flaw):

Absent-minded, aimless, argumentative, audacious, awkward, blunt, bold, boring, capricious, childish, clumsy, competitive, complainer, cowardly, critical directionally-challenged, dubious, finicky, fixated, flake, flirty, foolish, gossipy, gruff, gullible, hedonistic, humourless, hypocritical, idealist, idiotic, ignorant, illiterate, immature, impatient, impetuous, impulsive, incompetent, inconsiderate, indecisive, indifferent, indomitable, irrational, lazy, lustful, materialistic, meddlesome, meek, mischievious, nagging, naive, nervous, nosey, obnoxious, overambitious, overconfident, overemotional, overprotective, overzealous, passive-aggressive, paranoid, peevish, perfectionist, pessimist, pest, predicatable, pretencious, prideful, rebellious, renege, rigorous, sarcastic, skeptic, seducer, selfish, self-righteous, shallow, slacker, solemn, spacey, spoild, squeamish, stubborn, supersticious, sycophant, tactless, tease, tempermental, tenacious, theatrical, thoughtless, timid, unpredictable, unsupportive, vain, workaholic

The Bad (aka big flaw):

Addiction, adulterous, aloof, anxious, apathetic, arrogant, belittling, belligerent, bigmouth, bitter, bully, callous, deceptive, dependant, deranged, dishonest, disloyal, disrespectful, egotistical, envious, erratic, exploitive, fanatical, fickle, fierce (at the extreme), gluttonous, greedy, harasser, hubris, impious, infamy, intolerant, judgemental, lewd, liar, meglomaniac, morally grey, narcissistic, negligent, obsequious, obsessive, offensive, prejudiced, quixotic, reckless, rigid, self-martyr, self-righteous, short-tempered, spiteful, squanderer, stingy, unethical, unforgiving, untrustworthy

The Ugly (aka cross the street when you see this person):

Abusive, bigot, controlling, cruel, explosive, immoral, inhumane, intolerant, machiavellian, manipulative, murderous, neglectful, oppressive, racist, remorseless, possessive, self-destructive, threatening, treacherous, vengeful, vindictive, violent

The seven chief features of ego: self-deprecation, self-destruction, martyrdom, stubbornness, greed, arrogance and impatience.

Some of these may not even be considered flaws, and some may jump from one category to the next. It's all about how you present these flaws in your characters.

Have any more to add? Did you find this useful? Let me know down in the comments :)

[astrosouldivinity]

12H Hidden Enemies: 😈

The placements/house ruler in your 12H can show you who your karmic hidden enemies are. They may love you one minute & hate you the next! But they are more difficult to perceive than your 7H open enemies because their attacks are more at a subconscious level but they are still harmful to deal with nonetheless. But you can learn from them & can even protect yourself against further attacks by just knowing what to look out for.

12H Moon/Cancer: One of your hidden enemies could be your family, your mother, or a mother figure in your life. But these individuals will attract enemies with feminine energy and people who try to manipulate them at an emotional level and suppress them. They are very intuitive though so you can’t fool them whatsoever. They can feel energy so if you have any ill intent towards them they will feel it.

12H Sun/Leo: attracts enemies with masculine energy and people who try to come for their ego and confidence overall. They may also attract people who try to dim their light and one-up them in any way possible.

12H Mercury/Gemini/Virgo: attracts enemies who try to compete with their intelligence and charisma. They may attract people who try to diminish their character by influencing those around them to hate them. People will also go out of their way to misunderstand them and downplay their intelligence. These enemies give off supervillain vibes. They will spend too much time fixating on how much they hate you. But they exude two-faced envious energy essentially.

12H Mars/Aries/Scorpio: attracts enemies with masculine and aggressive energy. Your enemies will be competitive and out to destroy you! Their hatred for you won’t be contained whatsoever. You guys attract literal lunatics. I think this placement can perceive their enemies way faster for this very reason.

12H Saturn/Cap/Aquarius: attracts enemies that are selfish, opportunistic, & egotistical. They will try and destiny swap with you or try and hold back your success in anyway possible by making you feel inferior. This placement gets projected on a lot especially surrounding their career.

12H/Venus/Taurus/Libra: attracts enemies who come for their appearance and resources. They may have been bullied/envied for their looks and attract enemies who try to use them. Their enemies will do everything in their power to disrupt their peace as well.

12H Jupiter/Sag/Pisces: attracts enemies who try to control them and restrict their freedom. They will also try and attack the knowledge they possess and try to suppress their mental expansion in any way possible.

12H Neptune/Pisces: attracts deceptive enemies who try to confuse them and mess with their minds overall. They attract gaslighters essentially. Their enemies will victimize themselves and may even mirror their unhealed parts. I think this placement can learn a lot from their enemies if they are self-aware enough.

12H Pluto/Scorpio: your enemies are seriously terrifying! They may be obsessive, envious, manipulative, and cruel. Like Aries/Mars in the 12H your enemies are out to destroy you but more on an emotional level vs. physical.

12H Uranus/Aquarius: your enemies will attack your authenticity and try to restrict your freedom. Like Sun/Leo in the 12H, your enemies will also try to dim your light. They are passionate about misunderstanding you too.

[scaryinclusive]

WORDS TO USE INSTEAD OF NARCISSIST.

by @scaryinclusive.

presently, narcissist is a word used to define individuals with narcissistic personality disorder. a narcissistic individual is someone exhibiting traits or symptoms of narcissistic personality disorder. due to its widespread use as a derogatory, dehumanising and stigmatising label, despite its original purpose, the use of 'narcissist, narcissism and narcissistic' as an adjective, especially in an insulting, derogatory way, is ableist, sanist and stigmatising.

why should you consider altering your vocabulary and stop using words like 'narcissist' as an adjective — especially a derogatory one? please read this informative post. help the npd community out by opting to utilise less harmful, stigmatising language in your speech and writing! please note: the following words listed are not synonyms with or indicative of npd symptoms or traits. but for the context 'narcissist' is typically socially applied to, they are a beneficial replacement. feel free to reblog.

arrogant. an exaggerated sense of one's own worth or importance. this can come across as overbearing, or socially inappropriate.

selfish. very concentrated on one's own personal profit or pleasure, typically lacking consideration for others.

self-absorbed. preoccupied with one's own interests, feelings or situations.

boastful. excessive pride and self-satisfaction in one's own achievements, possessions or abilities.

braggart. same as above, just a synonym. relating more to bragging than boasting.

conceited. alternative for vain, excessively proud of oneself.

egotistical. excessively conceited or absorbed in oneself. a synonym for self-centred.

haughty. acting superior in an arrogant, disdainful way.

insolent. rude, arrogant, showing a lack of respect.

ostentatious. a pretentious or showy display, an attempt to impress.

overconfident. excessively confident, an excessive certainty in one's abilities.

proud. a deep pleasure or satisfaction gained from one's own achievements, qualities or possessions.

self-confident. trusting in one's abilities, qualities, and judgement.

self-important. an exaggerated sense of one's own value or importance.

superior. an overly high opinion of oneself. synonym for conceited.

vain. excessive high opinion of one's appearance, abilities or worth.

egocentric. thinking only of yourself, without regard for others' feelings or desires.

self-centred. preoccupied with oneself and one's affairs.

self-involved. preoccupied with oneself, not paying attention to anyone else.

smug. an excessive pride in oneself or one's achievements.

pompous. grand, self-important or solemn in a way that is insincere or pretentious.

self-serving. having concern for oneself and oneself only.

sycophant. someone who is too eager to praise or obey someone in order to gain an advantage.

complacent. smug or uncritical satisfaction with oneself or one's achievements.

vainglorious. overlay vain, excessively proud of oneself.

obnoxious. extremely unpleasant.

egoistic. relating to egoism, preoccupied with oneself, synonymous with self-centred.

callous. showing or having an insensitive or cruel disregard for others.

cruel. wilfully or deliberately causing pain / suffering to others, potentially with no remorse.

abusive / emotionally abusive. extremely offensive or insulting. a form of interaction wherein the abuser is psychologically controlling, manipulating or harming you.

manipulative. exercising control or influence over another individual or situation. can be intentional but equally can be subconscious.

self-righteous. a certainty, especially an unfounded one, that one is totally correct or morally superior.

unsympathetic. not expressing, showing or feeling sympathy towards others or a situation.

toxic. poisonous, very harmful or unpleasant in a way that is pervasive or insidious.

insidious. the proceeding of something in a gradual, subtle way, but with extremely harmful effects.

malignant. very dangerous or harmful.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

hello! i’m love your post and arts so much! I look at your posts after a hard day and my mood immediately changes to excellent. can I ask a couple of questions?

which pairing with Ethan do you prefer?

and… can we get to know you better? a little biography?

Thank you for your time! I'll be waiting for new arts! (sorry if i made mistakes, my english is not so good. im russian)

i like basically every ship with ethan! it mostly depends on the mood im in, but if im being honest, mithan, winterfield, and wintersberg gets frustrating to think about because they all dont treat ethan well canonically... lethan is fun because they have never met and i can make my own assumptions!

i used to like wintersberg the most and i still do like it, i just have expanded my horizons to other ships as well...., its mostly like a punchline to me though. they have the funniest potential which is why a majority of their posts is just joke comics. i do not like how people try to erase how karl is arrogant and egotistical tho. thats like removing the flavor.... the way karl acts is just very funny to me, hes so lame in a good way and i like how everytime he talks to ethan it sounds like hes twirling his hair and kicking his feet. canonically speaking, karl was very much in the wrong for trying to use rose and not elaborating and i will die on this hill. ethan is not in the wrong for being disgusted and angry that karl would ever try and propose that in the deal. karl is very arrogant so when ethan says no to him it makes him mad and he tries to use fear to get ethan to take his deal (kicking his chair and warning him) i like karl, i like how messed up and arrogant he is but i dislike how people try to portray him as a nice guy. however, in a AU where everythings the same except he doesnt try to use rose i do enjoy the dynamic they could have, especially if the teamed up (not with the deal where they use rose. ethan wouldnt agree unless karl never involved rose in the first place). karl is just a very entertaining character and i like him a lot, hes funny and his personality can be extremely hilarious

mia and ethan is pretty tragic and thinking about it too much makes me a bit sad, imo in a reality where ethan survives re8, he needs to divorce mia. im not saying ethan needs to hate mia and never talk to her again i just dont think they should be so intimate together because of her behavior... please do not take this as anti mia. they loved each other dearly but it wasnt healthy. their relationship was kept afloat by lies and mia doesnt change even though she deals with the consequences of her own actions in re7. she actively tries to hide her past from ethan and is mostly focused on trying to move on and have a normal life even if ethan will have to live the rest of his life in the dark.

she loves her family so much, shes very afraid of them leaving her so she hides all the bad things in the hopes that they wont leave. its selfish, its human, its real, her character is so amazing and i love her. she doesnt learn from re7 and hides important information from ethan again. i geniunly think they should have gotten divorced after re8 if ethan had survived. its tragic and its sad but they love each other so much. it sad because they both geniunly love rose so much but they themselves shouldnt be together. its just sad to think about it. whenever i draw them it usually takes place before re7. they should have divorced on good terms and shared custody of rose.........

ethan and chris is also frustrating to think about... chris is a major jerk in re8, whenever i draw it, its under a unspoken AU that chris did not behave the way he did in re8. his weird behavior in re8 is probably for a meta reason imo. capcom wanted to set up a twist villian so they make chris very vague and unesscarily cruel. while its frustrating that they turned chris into a jerk for the sake of a twist, it still happens in canon and i will forever roll my eyes whenever i see him on screen. he did what he thought was best but imo, execution matters more than the intentions. same applies to mia. they both did things that hurt ethan because they thought it would be the best but in the end they just hurt ethan.

all the ships ive discussed with people ethan has met canonically just makes it look like i dont even like the ships... LOL ... ethan just has horrible luck with the people he meets i guess... but i do enjoy the ships and drawing them, but again all of them come with the canon baggage that ends up making me sad because everyone treats ethan poorly whether they had good intentions or not

which is why leon and ethan is the most fun to draw without getting stressed... LOL... they have never met but just drawing what i think their dynamic would be like is very fun.

please dont take this post personally, this isnt a post declaring why ur fave ship sucks, this is just my own personal preferences and in the end i draw all of them anyways

if i had to rank the ships based on drawing silly comics it would be

wintersberg

mithan

lethan

winterfield

wintersberg has the funniest potential just because of karl and mithan can be funny if u water it down to "i love my wife so much" and said wife comes home with suspicious amounts of hard cash

i enjoy making joke comics far to much

if i were to rank the ships based on how healthy they would actually be for ethan it would be

lethan

winterfield, mithan, wintersberg (no particular order)

sorry 😭

leon and ethan have literally never met but imo it would still be the healthiest because ethan gets to start new

the three other ships r all unhealthy in some way, at least canonically without changing much about the characters (i do like winterfield but just because of how chris behaved in re8 it knocked them down)

i cant even rank them on personal preference because my opinion changes so often 😭 it changes based on discussions i have with my friends or recent art i see that inspires me... me and my friends recently had a discussion about mia and ethans relationship which made me very frustrated and sad with mia so i defiently wouldnt be drawing them anytime soon... meanwhile i hvae been talking to a friend who really likes winterfield often so the conversations we have give me art ideas and i end up drawing it more. if a friend of mine really enjoyed wintersberg or lethan and talked to me about it often id probably start drawing it more, the joys of being a multishipper

it changes a lot based on how im feeling and if im in the mood to draw something funny or something serious

sorry u asked a really simple question and i responded with a essay

and a little bit about myself is that i go by crumb, i am 18 and i go by all pronouns and prefer it/its

im vietnamese and live in texas

i made this tumblr acc solely so i could post my ethan art and im a re7/re8 girly so if ur here waiting for me to draw the re1-re6 characters im sorry u should probably expect nothing

i also make personal animations sometimes which u can find here

thanks for the ask and sorry for the rant!

[anitalenia]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓷 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦'𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 . . . 𝙥𝙡𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 ₊˚⊹♡

— 𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ 𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, always feeling the need to show off and showcase his winnings and scores. He was egotistic and sadistic, finding pleasure in the gory details and intricate, bloody intertwining of a persons biological makeup. He was such the opposite of six in every way possible.

Loud, dramatic, unreasonable.

He didn’t care about anything… He didn’t care about anything except you, you and him and the twisted lovesick bubble you were entrapped in together. He was selfish and cruel, mean and downright psychopathic yet with you he was… mush. Just a lovey-dovey pile of hearts pooled around your feet that worshipped your every, perfect step.

You saw his more sweet, romantic side reserved quite literally just for you and it truly made you feel special. You knew he wasn't a good man yet he was the best man for you, and that's all that mattered. He was sweet to you, cherished you, protected you, worshipped you, doted on you and hung off every sweet wish that escaped your glossy lips.

This was a fact known amongst anyone who spoke his name, that yours was just a faint whisper behind it. You were his other half, the Queen of his hellish kingdom, the better part of him symbolized in the uncharacteristic love he had for you. You were off limits, untouchable, his and only his and... you loved it that way.

Lloyd, as so in touch with his bold personality, loved to shower you in rather extravagant bouquets and gifts more lavish than necessary. He was dramatic and exemplary in his own right yet there was one simplistic tradition he couldn’t stray from… roses.

Lloyd loved roses; pink roses, white roses, blue roses. But he especially loved the deep red ones, the rich color and smell of the most perfect flower that personified love and loyalty like no other and you deserved no less. Roses were classy, beautiful, timeless such as you.

He would buy you those teddy bear shaped roses wrapped in delicate red bows, the overly large bouquets wrapped in delicate pink paper and ribbon you needed two hands to carry. He would even leave that morning with a sweet kiss on your lips and an impish smile under his mustache, knowing he had left you 100 bouquets to wake up to just downstairs, each with a note saying one reason why he loved you.

There was absolutely nothing simple about this man. Spoiling you was a love language of his, a way he portrayed his undying love for you in the expensive roses and exotic flowers he gifted you with. He was extravagant and ensured his devotion to you was just as such to anybody who dare pry.

He wanted you to have the best of the best, spoiled you with the grandness of things in every aspect of your life so why should flowers and bouquets be any different? You only got the prettiest of flowers, the finest of tissue paper and ribbon, from the best flower shop he imported them from.

Really, you knew his showboating was just a sly scheme of his to show his goons that you belonged to him and that he was yours. You didn’t mind his possessiveness though, your shared mansion littered with the finest of glass and marble vases to hold all the roses he’d give you. Anyone could walk in and see that you were well taken care of.

Every room in every hall carried a pot of flowers, the prettiest of flowers, the prettiest of roses, and yet to him you were always the most beautiful thing amongst them all. You were delicate and gossamery, so fine and enchanting just like the roses he’d give you. And, just as with every rose comes its thorns, or in other words, Lloyd Hansen will always be right behind you in case anyone dare try and pluck your pretty petals.

He’d always be there to save you, protect you, keep you and your beauty safe from anything that try and take you from him. He gifted you with all the prettiest of roses but for him you were his rose, his pretty flower, his pretty girl.

Now, Lloyd Hansen wouldn’t be Lloyd Hansen if he didn’t gift you with a backyard full of your very own rose bushes now would he? So, that’s exactly what he did. A whole garden dedicated to you, pristine and pampered with the best gardeners so he could give you roses anytime he wanted. Not a moment went by when you weren’t being smothered with red red roses in the safety of his castle; the belle to his beast in all the best ways.

Yes, Lloyd Hansen was evil incarnate, ripping at the seams a hellish, bloodthirsty beast stuck in human flesh but with you… not with you. You were his humanity, his princess in the twisted fairy tale he orchestrated for you. You loved him and all his murderous tendencies, and he was completely, irrevocably, irreversibly in love with you.

As every hundredth rose could tell anyone who dare ask.

— 𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐗 / 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅, never one to spare a smile unless it was sarcastic and mean. But with you, his stony face and rigid exterior could never deter you. You had been with him for far too long now, too adept in his several complex mannerisms to be able to differentiate the good ones from the bad ones. You took him as he was, as he is, his blank faces and longly trauma and everything he came with.

Yes, he was usually so withdrawn and cold to anybody else, quick to leave and utter an irritated grievance but never with you. With you, he was warm and bright, soft smiles and loving eyes. With you, he was right where he was meant to be, by your side and protected by the impenetrable confines of your endless adoration.

Six gets you flowers randomly and sporadically, and it was such a sweet surprise to you each and every time he did. He rarely ever got you a bouquet unless it was something you explicitly wanted, something he’d really only purposely get on days that were really special — holidays or anniversaries.

He doesn’t do roses and old fashioned bouquets he felt every guy did for their lady, he figured you deserved more than tradition, something better. So, he likes to be unique and tries to make an effort in getting flowers specifically tailored to your tastes.

He was a gentleman even if he didn’t believe so, always overcompensating for something you weren’t sure what; maybe because he believed himself to be a difficult man to love, a difficult man to be with, something lesser than you so he’d try and make up for it.

He’s the type of man to bring you a flower he had seen one afternoon that he thought you might like, always taking note of the favorable flowers you’d mention days before and the excitement in your eyes as you talked about them. He remembered little things like that, things that you didn’t think he’d pay attention to.

He was a man to notice the small things as he’d walk into a front lawn or small garden, pluck the prettiest flower he could find and then tenderly place it in his pocket until he found his way back to you.

Most times it was just a simple daisy, a simple petunia, a simple stem, a simple little flower he had thought you would like. But for you it wasn’t about the lavish bouquets and dramatic proclamations of love anyway, it never was. Each simple flower was anything but simple to you, each one’s significance went beyond its pretty appearance and found in the gesture of what that flower represented.

Six’s love was subtle but fierce, strong and all encompassing. With each flower he gifted you it was just another sweet, meaningful anecdote in your budding love story. He’d leave it on the countertop before a mission, your bedside table, his pillow on the days he’d have to disappear for weeks on end. You were thankful for them, his subtle strokes of devotion bundled into a simple, little flower that meant the world to you. It was never about the money to you, and it was only ever the thought that mattered with Six.

You always loved his flowers, the small ones and the simple ones and the pretty ones. Whenever he would leave you on those stupid missions of his, the only thing you’d be left with is his sweet smell imbedded into the sheets and the flowers tucked under your bed in that precious pink shoebox. They’d be the only things left to remember him by until he came back, and in certain ways a guarantee that he will be.

Six will be gone when he thinks of you, missing you desperately, wishing to be back with you again. But even in the midst of gunfire and smoke he’ll still find your pretty flower sticking out of the cracked, bloodstained concrete and delicately put it somewhere safe, somewhere it can wait until it finds its way to you. It was his own way of ensuring himself that he will find his way back to you, back into the warmth, back where he was meant to be.

Each flower was a token of his love to you, each stem a stronger bond, each petal an unspoken promise. Whenever he was gone too long and you were left alone and sulking you would open up that shoebox of withered and fresh flowers. Whenever Six was sitting on an alley wall tending to his own bloody wounds halfway across the country he’d take that flower out of his pocket and twirl it in between his dirty fingertips.

No matter how far apart you two were the flowers were always there, stagnant and reassuring, as you both would look at that flower and find comfort in the words it symbolized.

He will always come back to you.

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙TAGGING , @ghostslillady hope you enjoy bestie, it’s just a small thing 💕💕 & @little-miss-chaoss

[theotherwoman-emily]

Common Character Flaws

Abusive~Impatient~Ruthless~Acts Superior~Impractical~Sadistic~Anarchist~Impressionable~ Sarcastic~Angsty~Emo~Impulsive~Secretive~Arrogant~ Inconsiderate~Selfish~Assertive~Indulgent~Sensitive~Attitude~Jealousy~Avoids their problems~Kleptomaniac~Sexist~Shy~Big mouth~Lazy~ Smart ass~Blames people~Liar~Sneaky~Bossy~Loud~ SoreLoser~Careless~Manipulative~Chatterbox~Mean~Spaz~ Closedoff~Messy~Spoiled~Cocky~OCD~PTSD~Mischievious~ Stereotypical~Stubborn~Cold~Naive~Superstitious~ Competitive~Nosy~Temper~Conceited~Obnoxious~Thief~ Controlling~Offended easily~Cruel~Outsider~Thoughtless~Traitor~Cunning~ Overdramatic~Trust issues~Cynical~Over emotional~Undependable~Deceptive~Over reacts~Unorganized~Defiant~Player~Victator~Poser~ Unreasonable~Disrespectful~Pretentious~Unstable Relationships~Unsympathetic~Distracted easily~Prideful~ Uses others~Egotistical~Pushy~Vain~Evil~Pyromaniac~ Forgetful~Quick tempered~Vengeful~Morally Grey~ Protagonist ~Antagonist~Greedy~Rash~Violent~Wasteful~Holds Grudges~Rebellious~Wimp~Hostile~Reckless~Whiney~ Immature~Rude~Wendinel~Religious~Manipulative

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

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I love your analysis, I'm very interested to hear your thoughts on this post.

As usual with this motherfucker, their bias shows pretty fast.

"People read it as a sympathetic moment for Azula, but I'd say it's toxic" Newflash: it's both. Yes, she made Ty Lee cry by being mean. But she holds all the power in that relationship. She can just tell Ty Lee to stop making a scene and Ty Lee would obey.

Instead Azula apologizes, something she rarely does, because she genuinely felt bad. And while Azula likes being praised, she does NOT like being comforted, because comfort implies that she failed somehow or was weak enough to let something get to her. There's a reason she immediatelly dismisses her own confession about her issues with her mom with "she was right of course" and saying that she "doesn't have sob stories.

Azula. Doesn't. Like. Pity. How could she? She was raised by freaking Ozai. Her admiting her jealousy towards Ty Lee is part of the episode's theme of "Ember Island reveals your true self." Behind that selfish, cruel, egotistical princess, there's a confused, lonely, insecure child, much like there's a frightened, hurt young boy hiding behind Zuko's hostile exterior.

"We will never know what Ursa herself really, truly thought about Azula"

Except we do. We see her spending alone time with Zuko, but not with Azula. We see her explaining to Zuko what he did wrong when he threw a huge chunk of bread at a turtleduck, hurting it, but with Azula is just "We don't speak like that" and "Not another word" followed by "What is wrong with this child?" Ursa's character description even full on states Zuko is her FAVORITE.

If we take the comics into account, it's even worse. We see Azula burning flowers to anger her mother so she would stop paying attention solely to Zuko, and Ursa reacts like she just killed someone.

Ursa woke Zuko up to say goodbye, but didn't do the same to Azula, letting her daughter think she wasn't worthy of something so basic as one last moment with her mom.

It's pretty clear that, in Ursa's eyes, Azula was the "problem child." Does that mean she'd ever treat her the way Ozai treated Zuko? No, but there's a clear unwillingness to ask herself why Azula is the way she is, if there's something she can do about it, if she's contribuiting to it somehow, etc. There's a reason Zuko, the one never hesitates to pick up a fight, doesn't argue when Azula says their mother liked him more and thought of her as monster.

Questioning whether Azula's feelings about her mom felt about her are connect is the on the same level as questioning if Zuko was right about their dad favoring Azula and hating him. The problem is staring everyone in the face.

"That part of herself with the part of herself that was taught right and wrong by her mother" Casual reminder: while Ursa didn't approve of hostility and violence within the family, she was as much of an imperialist as Ozai. She laughed at Iroh's joke or burning Ba Sing Se to the ground. She never questions the war. Ursa might be a better person than Ozai, but she was still DEEPLY flawed, and it's not surprising that Azula, a CHILD, could not understand why her mom was totally okay with genocide, but would be horrified if Azula said "Grandpa is old and will die soon."

Ursa's teachings are contradictory. Ozai's are vile, but consistent. Azula is 14-years-old, raised in a society that normalized violence so much that even her mom, descendent of an Avatar, was affected by it deeply.

Being raised solely by Ursa, with no contact with Ozai ever, would not magically make Azula a saint because Ursa was no saint. She did NOT always know right from wrong, and her inconsistent stance on what counted as "bad behavior" made it nearly impossible for Azula to figure out what the fuck her mom expected from her - once again, making Ozai look better by comparisson because what he wanted was vile, but was crystal clear.

"She blames her mother for the person she is, instead of herself" She doesn't. She literally says Ursa is RIGHT about her, but merely admits that she is sad that meant she couldn't be loved. How the fuck is that saying "She made me the way I am"?

Azula would blame herself a billion times before blaming either of her parents - even though, as the adults who taught VERY poorly, they hold far more responsibility than she does, because she's still a child.

Why is Zuko recognizing that his father's abuse messed him up a winning moment of him coming into his own, but Azula trying to process her trauma about her mom needs to twisted into "blaming her for who she is"?

"Azula doesn't want responsibility or redemption" Neither did Zuko for most of the show. They're characters. They go through ARCS. Not wanting her to have redemption is a valid narrative choice, but acting like it's IMPOSSIBLE when the show itself says that even freaking Ozai could potentially change someday is ridiculous. Ehasz himself said they were toying with the idea of redeeming Azula. People didn't pull that out of thin air just because she had a sad story.

"She is harming the image of herself due to self-loathing" *one sentence later* "She imagines her mom again because she never blames herself for anything and always takes her rage out on others instead" I don't even need to point out the blatant contradiction here, do I?

[angelic-dew]

yandere gyutaro headcannons !

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🖇 ୧・request; " I really liked your yan kokushibo headcannons, can I get akaza, doma and gyutaro next plss?? "

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🪴 ୧・author's note; here's pt. 2!! as promised :) If you want to view akaza's click here, to view kokushibo's click here. next up should be inosuke then doma! i lowkey made gyutaro sound like the joker lmfao

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🍃 ୧・ pairing; gyutaro x g/n reader! {you/your pronouns!}

✧༉‧₊˚୨ ✖ ୧・trigger warnings; manipulation, isolation, kidnapping, stalking, vague mentions of physical abuse, psychotic behavior, possessive nature, jealousy, abuse of power, love-bombing and grammar errors. If you are sensitive towards any of these themes please dni for they will be mentioned. {proofread.}

⚝. Just a reminder I don't tolerate nor do I encourage the following topics in reality; I like keeping it strictly to fiction.

꒰🪴꒱. Gyutaro is mesmerized by you. You were simply a treasure that needed to be preserved from the harsh reality of this cruel world. He couldn't lose you to the others who were out to get you for their own selfish desires and needs! The others only wanted you to suffice their own egotistical needs of theirs, they didn't care for you. They didn't for what you were. They only needed you for their own purposes, afterwards, they would simply discard you as if you meant as little as a speck of dust. A germ. An imperfection.

꒰🍃꒱. Well, that's what he thought about the others around you - so despicable and disgusting. They always reminded him of his past, when he was weak, feeble, a good-for-nothing, a useless, ugly child. All he wanted was to protect the ones he loved; his precious sister, Ume. He'd risk his life just for her, she was his everything and the only one who didn't frown upon him.

꒰🪴꒱. Unlike his fellow demons (Kokushibo + Akaza), you two never actually encountered eachother. It was more of a love-at-first-sight situation honestly. While at the Entertainment district one faithful night, he saw you from the shadows whilst Daki was busy capturing more victims to add to the food supply. You were walking and minding your own business as his eyes sage-green eyes glowed almost perfectly in the darkness which he watched from, a soft orangey umber lightly glistened to compliment his pupils. Those eyes followed your every move and trait you exhibited right there and then.

꒰🍃꒱. Gyutaro found you rather intriguing. Something radiated off of you, and that something wrapped him around your pinky. Was this some kind of spell of sorts? You were so alluring! But again, you were human. Those same disgusting creatures which he utterly despised. They could be so cruel. So unforgiving with no compassion for those in a position lower than them. He wanted to get away from you; you could've been of the same breed, a repulsive soul.

꒰🪴꒱. Surely, that could potentially be the case, however, why would he be so captivated by you if that were to be true? It didn't add up! He hasn't felt this way towards anyone but Daki; and it's safe to say, she isn't human. Not anymore at least. However, this felt stronger and it had more of a certain grasp on him than previously thought. What was he doing being so caught up with a simpleton?

꒰🍃꒱. He kept watching. The further you walked into the district, he began moving from roof to roof, still keeping himself hidden but still able to sneak glimpses of you. Your hair swayed in the chilling gale as an angelic smile plastered itself along your face, he watched how your face crinkled from your smile. It was so adorable.

꒰🪴꒱. He blushed. The heat was ever so slowly rising to his face as he kept watching you in all your beauty, you were a natural charmer, possibly. Gyutaro had never been so caught up with someone let alone a human like this before! But it could've been petty feelings due to the given moment. It wasn't a puppy crush after all, he would most likely never see you ever again. Yet, that was something he didn't want to happen.

꒰🍃꒱. He was so torn between letting you go or keeping you for himself. He is a bit selfish. As the night was still young, he took this time to his advantage. Meticulously taking his time to watch you, looking about to see if you talked to specific persons, your interests? Maybe even mannerisms and habits you exhibited at the time. Honestly, he did find you a bit strange even if you had him head-over-heels. Yoshiwara was known for sex work and having many prostitutes; who knew what you went there for.

꒰🪴꒱. Hours upon hours went by, it felt like mere minutes to Gyutaro. At that time, you've already done your business at the district and was focused on making your way back home. He couldn't lose you like that! Not after you captured his attention that is. He needed to know more about you to know you inside and out.

꒰🍃꒱. He finally made up his mind. He was going to follow you home; so creepy! But he did what had to be done. He followed you from afar still keeping you in his line of sight and made sure to remember where you lived. He had to retain that information, it's not like he'd see you often at the district.

꒰🪴꒱. Within a matter of 2-3 weeks, he observed your routine. Likes, interests, habits, eating patterns, sleeping patterns and all. Keeping tabs on you nearly always (when he could at least). The nights were spent with him carefully peeking through your window, watching your chest rise up and down as you slept peacefully, unaware of the green eyes resting themselves on your figure.

꒰🍃꒱. I am a firm believer that the demon tends to take things of yours just before you head to bed/not in the room at the time. He's sneaky and cunning with it as well; only small stuff though! Things such as a small fragment of clothing or trinket in your room that still has lingering touches of your scent. Something not so detectable.

꒰🪴꒱. As for rivals, he'd never dare to hurt them well maybe one or two, but what's one human less? Gyutaro is more of a person, well demon, to sulk in his own mind and overthink that'd you'd always prefer that person over him; after all he's an ugly, pathetic demon. That's all he is right? He just hates the thought of you belonging to another besides him.

꒰🍃꒱. It doesn't take him long to inform Daki of his new found strange behavior (sneaking out at nights all the time). And she is astonished, he older brother having a crush over someone? They must be great. If only it was a simple crush and not a full-blown obsession. However, as soon as Daki hears it's a human she's partially skeptical over this whole situation, yet she wants her beloved brother happy. Even when he rants for ages about you like a fangirl.

꒰🪴꒱. Honestly, it doesn't take him long to finally take you as his own; with the help (and permission) of Ume of course. He truly cannot withstand seeing you interact with those others. Who knows what their intentions may be? And after so many years of pining after you,, he needs to feel you. Just feel the soft warmth of your skin against his for once, his only wish.

꒰🍃꒱. At last, he took you to your new home! where he and his sister resides at the district. He felt so ecstatic that you're finally near him, now he doesn't have to make it a chore to find you every night. Isn't that great? You'll be right next to him every second of every day! In contrast to Gyutaro, Daki seems to be harsher towards you. Don't get me wrong she likes you, for her brother's sake, but you're a mere human. You better not try anything with her brother.

꒰🪴꒱. As expected, when you awoke you would freak out. Both of them would obviously have to explain themselves, more importantly, your fanboy had to. He was nervous and jittery, being in your presence sent him sky high! But he wasn't the most - good looking; he knew this well and clear.

꒰🍃꒱. Therefore, he opted to win you over with gifts. Maybe have Daki go and get you a nice outfit to suit your beauty, how about flowers? Many people like that! A home-cooked meal? Well he usually eats his meals raw.. but will try just for you! He just wants to have your love all to himself. Tying you up and night or holding you tightly within his arms. Sniffing at your hair and eagerly cherishing your scent. Wishing for you to be his yet doubt lingered in the back of his mind. It hurts him. Please, don't try to even fight back; it will not end well, especially if Daki is around - she can be ill-tempered.

꒰🪴꒱. You better get used to your new normal. It's not changing for even a moment.

© angelic-dew, please don't translate or reclaim without permission <3

[kingkunigami]

Ain’t no way this man ain’t a total sleaze, okay?

Happy Burthday, Anon!💕

Pairing: Ego Jinpachi x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, not proofread, dubcon, kinda exhibitionism, piss.

Working as Ego’s assistant you’d started to notice certain characteristics that shaped the man’s life. Since creating the bluelock program it was clear how his egotistical nature fuelled his decisions, he was cruel and selfish in only following paths that would benefit his own goals. It was almost obsessive how he desired to maintain order over all aspects of his life, including you. He liked to keep control, and ensured you remembered.

The massive screens in front of him showed every angle of the bluelock compound, no matter which screen you looked at you managed to see at least one of the men from the program, cheeks flushed when your eyes came to land on Kunigami on one of the large screens. Even through the security cameras you could notice the way his skin glistened with sweat as he raised a bar with weights above his head.

It was perverse really, the way Ego had access to every single part of their lives and could hone in on any one of them whenever he pleased. It was a morose control that stroked more than just his ego, fuelling the superiority complex inside him as he watched them as though they were rats in a cage.

It was the same power that he seemed to wield over you. Allowing him to do with you as he so pleased, nothing more than another one of his playthings and you weren’t sure what was worse? Him using you, or you enjoying it.

“See anything you like, sweetheart?” His lips grazed your ear as he stepped behind you, his lanky frame towered over you as he held you against him.

“No,” You hummed nonchalantly, trying to calm your racing heart as you moved your gaze from Kunigami only to find your eyes focused on Shidou who was currently booting ball after ball into a goal.

“You sure about that?” He smirked against your neck, one of his hands sliding down your body to lay flat against your abdomen as he pressed down. The movement pushing your back into his chest as you felt the pressure increase, squeezing your thighs together to try and ignore the dull throb in your bladder.

“I wonder what they would think if they could see you now,” He forced one of his slender legs between yours, preventing you from keeping your thighs clenched tight. The motion had you whining in response, rolling your hips as he pressed the muscular quad against your heat. The motion had your pencil skirt bunching around your thighs, as you felt completely exposed, “I bet they’d love to see you as a prize.”

Your heartbeat increased at the thought of those men seeing you like this, in such a depraved state as Ego continued to press his palm against your abodomen, increasing the pressure in your bladder as you tried desperately to fight the urge to let go.

“Oh? You want them to see you like this, hm?” He smirked, “I bet it would increase their performance if this were a reward. A sure fire way to make bluelock a success.”

“Please, no.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment as you thought about any of those men, those strangers, seeing you like this.

Of course you recognised each man by name, but you had no idea who they really were outside of the bluelock experiment, and they certainly didn’t know anything about you. If they did, they’d know that you were secretly enjoying the way your boss was pressing you down on his thick thigh.

“Don’t act coy,” Ego scoffed, “I can practically feel you already, you’re enjoying this already and I haven’t even touched you.”

His free hand moved between your thighs to cup your clothed sex, feeling your panties soaked with your slick as he pressed another sultry kiss to your neck.

“Still want to lie to me, sweetheart?” He groaned as he pulled the flimsy fabric to the side, letting his long fingers delve between your folds to feel just how wet you were. Dragging the mess through you as he began to press slow, calculated circles against your clit. The motion had you bucking your hips pathetically as you tried to ignore the ache intensifying in your bladder.

You gasped as you felt the first few droplets leak from your bladder and soak his fingers, the warmth different to the slick oozing from your cunt as he groaned in satisfaction. Increasing his momentum to try and coax more from your desperate core.

“Come on, you desperate girl.” He groaned, “I know you want to, just let it happen.”

“I can’t hold it, I’m gonna— oh, fuck.” Your body began to tremble against him as your knees became weak. Grateful that he was able to hold your body against him to stop you from falling face first as you felt the tension begin to leave your body, “Ego—”

The relief flooding through you in harsh waves as you let go, a warm stream of piss began to spill from between your thighs as you soaked Ego’s leg and the floor beneath you. Your panties ruined as you continued to roll your hips against his fingers, meeting his movements as you gave your clit some needed stimulation. Working yourself towards your climax as you felt yourself teetering over the edge when he stopped—

A desperate whine left your lips as you tried to press yourself down on his soaked thigh, your piss now cooling against the fabric as it stuck to your skin uncomfortably. Trying to find your release as he moved both hands to your hips to hold you steady, a dark depraved smirk on his lips.

“Not yet, sweetheart. I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Ego’s lips were pressed against the shell of your ear, “See that camera right there?”

He motioned towards a blinking red light that you hadn’t noticed before, the sight had your stomach dropping as you realised that he’d recorded the entire spectacle. Your embarrassment now committed to film for the foreseeable future.

“I’m going to be making an announcement momentarily,” He cooed, “Whoever scores the winning goal tonight will be receiving a special reward, I wonder if you can guess what that might be.”

[egg-emperor]

Idk why people want to think Eggman loving Sage is out of character... Like even if people subscribe to the idea that he's incapable of love he LITERALLY created a highly powerful computer program that can exist in physical form. Why the HELL would he not be proud of that and love her? I personally love the "evil villain, good dad" trope so I do believe he does love her as a daughter but it's not like those two traits can't coexist.

Ah that's not quite exactly my personal stance on it ^^; It heavily diverts from the typical "evil villain, good dad" archetype in the best way. The basis and conditions of his accepted fatherhood on Sage is built on his evilness and narcissism and only emphasizes them. I'd say he only "loves" Sage as much as an extremely self absorbed self centered egotistical narcissist possibly can, which is really it being an extension of loving himself, through what he has created.

He's very conditionally affectionate towards her and praises her only when she does exactly what he wants for his selfish gain and in ways that also praise him as her creator/father for being capable of making such an impressive creation. He gets aggressive and angry at her for any less, as we see the second she suggests something he doesn't like. Even when it's done in his best interests, so long as it's not done the exact way he wants it, he'll blow up at her.

I'd imagine a good dad loves their child much more unconditionally instead of a relationship based on what it can do for him. I don't think good dads praise their child for being "loyal and perfectly effective" like he does, that'd be pretty concerning. And the way he attributes all her success and genius to himself for being her father too, which I also imagine isn't a very good dad thing to do, putting all your child's accomplishments down to "it's because I made you!"

This memo really does say it all:

Also there's the way she was built to protect him instead of the other way around so he lets her die for him. I don't think any good dad would let their child go on a snicide mission to save him and the world he wants to rule lol

I think that no matter how he might show affection towards her and see her as a daughter so long as she does what he wants, with his conditions and reasoning behind what he's doing, he's not really a good dad. Because it's really about his personal gain in what he gets out of it and wanting to continue to encourage it with high praise and of course his self love with all the bragging opportunities all the time. And that's how a bad dad can seem loving and affectionate.

He's capable of love alright, self love. XD And it makes sense Sage is the first person he's shown high praise and affection, with the way she cares so deeply about him, prioritizes his safety and desires, and is very loyal and enthusiastic to serve him. And she's actually successful and efficient and an impressive life-like artificial creation? Of course he's gonna like her, she loves him like he loves himself- and he can love himself even harder by praising himself through her!

So yes, it makes sense that he likes her, wants to keep her around, and praises her so highly. She's useful to him and praising her praises himself and as long as she keeps serving him with that loyalty and being a big source of pride for him with her existence proving what a brilliant creator he is by being an impressive creator, then it'll stay that way, besides the occasions he can still very much get cruel and snap at her if she does things he doesn't want or fails him in any way.

So yeah every aspect of their dynamic and relationship so far has been handled really well in ways that feel good and accurate to the character established. I like how they decided to build on and emphasize his existing traits to for a type of development that doesn't suddenly completely change his strong static character. His relationship with Sage has actually just shown a great example of the selfish conditions that he can be willing to appear as a praising father!

[waterdeepp]

You know why I love Gale?

He is not perfect. He has made so many mistakes, he's not always a good person, but damnit all he tries. Imagine yourself as Gale: A highly skilled wizard from the time he was young. And the person you love and trust slowly breaks you down until you are nothing, when they finally cast you aside like you are nothing. This was Gale.

Gale defines himself based on the skill and prowess of his wizardry. Being Mystra's chosen, more than likely exacerbated this feeling.

"I don't like Gale, he's annoying and talks too much."

You would talk too much if you were locked away in a tower for years - in total isolation. His social skills are lacking because of this. And conversing with a Goddess is certainly going to change how someone perceives human interaction.

Gale is very far from perfect. But he's human. Humans are lacking in many ways. We're selfish, cruel, self centered. Every single one of us has one of the negative traits that Gale possesses.

While this part is speculation, I think it's fairly obvious Gale is naive and Mystra preyed on this. If you play an Evil!Tav or Embrace!Durge, Gale will follow as you say. He wants to please, he wants companionship, he wants someone in his life. He is aware what he's doing is wrong. He's so very aware. (For the record, ALL your companions will do fucked up things with you if coerced, just like Gale. This is not unique to him)

Have none of us done something we KNOW is wrong? We're only human.

People get so hung up on the fact that Gale can easily be pushed into being evil. But is that not every other character? Astarion is selfish and egotistical. Lae'zel thrives on battle and bloodshed. But no one complains about their evil/negative traits, so why single out Gale?

"He's annoying!" Is Astarion not totally fucked up for giving you approval when you poke the injured bird Nettie was healing? For extorting the people you help? For intimidating Topaz in the grove? The list goes on. None of your companions are perfect. All have their flaws and make mistakes. But seriously - are we going to act like Gale is the ONLY morally questionable person? Hell, I think Gale is the most morally sound of the group next to Karlach and Halsin.

In short, most of people's reasoning for genuinely hating Gale do not hold up to any scrutiny. There's reasons to dislike him, but him "being annoying and talking to much" is not one of them. Him being hung up on Mystra - not one of them. Him being easy to manipulate - not one of them!!!

[everyday-is-uncle-day]

Sam & Jamie are the youngest players on the team. They both have superstar potential brewing. Jamie knows it and is egotistical. Sam does not know it and is humble. Season one shows Jamie can be cruel. He needs a lot of work, not as an athlete but as a team player. He’s miserable. So he’s a selfish prick.

Season one shows Sam is insecure. He needs a lot of work, as an athlete to reach his potential with individual skill. He’s miserable but trying his best.

In the background we learn Jamie has a mostly absentee father, that only cares about his son through his sporting ability. He’s cruel and a driving menacing force in his son’s life.

In the background we learn Sam has a constant loving role model as a father, who cares about him completely. He’s kind and a driving force inspiring his son’s life.

And in season 2 when Sam & Jamie are thrust back together. With so much tension between them, it’s so sweet to see Jamie constantly hanging onto Sam.

Jamie was always jealous of Sam’s relationship with his father. And belittled him to cover it.

In season 2 Jamie looks up to Sam. Instead of being jealous or cruel. He apologizes, he supports Sam.

Sam supports Jamie as a person. Jamie supports Sam as an athlete.

They both grow - together.

Building up to their season 3 tributes to each other.

I love how subtle it is in season 2. Sam always letting Jamie just cling to him.

[voxofthevoid]

Double Noncon Wednesday #2! With a shocking lack of noncon actually. The initial plan was one Sukuna chapter, one Kenjaku chapter, and one Gojou chapter, but I had to split the Gojou part into two because it got too long (who's surprised?) and reached an organic breaking point. So the first part is very soft and the second one is very softly fucked.

I haven't tackled the second part yet, so here we go!

CWs for implied recent rape and obsessive attachment, plus the usual goyuu stuff:

“Sukuna wanted to break Megumi,” Gojou says and it’s toneless, but Yuuji recognizes that he’s being prodded.

He opens his mouth and finds himself tongue-tied.

He tightens his arms around his legs, squeezing until the muscles tremble. All of him still feels so weak.

“It’s alright, Yuuji.” Gojou squeezes his shoulder again, unspeakably gentle this time. “You don’t have to say anything.”

But you know, Yuuji doesn’t say. Except Gojou doesn’t know enough. He doesn’t know the right things.

“Sukuna could feel everything I felt, see everything I saw, hear everything I thought,” Yuuji says in a rush. “I didn’t care about it. Whenever he yapped about it, I just called him a pervert, and he’d shut up. He’d get so genuinely offended by what I said, as if he hadn’t done a hundred worse things.”

“People that powerful have powerful egos. Strange ones too.”

“Are you speaking from experience, sensei?”

Gojou barks out a laugh, sounding surprised. “Maybe. I’ve been called egotistical and worse. Do you mind it, Yuuji?”

“It’s you. I don’t mind.” Yuuji shrugs. “Hate it on him though.”

“That’s fair,” Gojou says softly.

Yuuji swallows, trying and failing to cling to that moment of levity. “He knew what I wanted too—who I wanted.”

“Oh?” Gojou’s hand travels from his shoulder to the center of his back, a damp palm pressing to his spine. It’s oddly comforting. “I assume he didn’t approve.”

Yuuji snorts, not feeling very amused. “Who the fuck knows. He said I was unfaithful—implied it, I guess. As if he had any right.”

“Unfaithful?” Gojou echoes, clearly curious.

Yuuji considers his answer for a moment. But it’s nothing Gojou doesn’t know. “Because I wanted both of you.”

“Both of us?”

“Don’t pretend, sensei. You knew. I wasn’t subtle.” Yuuji turns his head, resting his cheek on his knee. The angle doesn’t let him see Gojou, but he’s at his periphery, a pale specter. “I was never gonna do anything about it. You knew that too.”

“I wouldn’t have stopped you.”

Yuuji knows that. He never clocked Fushiguro’s interest, but Gojou let him know. And Yuuji liked that—the freedom to look and want as much as he liked, knowing it wasn’t unwanted.

But—

“You’d have had to kill me one day, and Fushiguro wouldn’t have been able to do anything.” The change in the tense tastes sour on Yuuji’s tongue. He runs his hands down his legs, absently counting the scars. “It’s cruel to make a friend do that, but I accepted I’d be selfish like that. But it’s worse, isn’t it, to make a lover do it?”

“Yuuji…”

“Sukuna didn’t care about any of that. He knew what I wanted and what Fushiguro wanted too. He just wanted to use it. And he knew how to…taint it.”

“Did he?” Gojou asks quietly.

Yuuji thinks of the words that spilled from Sukuna’s mouth—Fushiguro’s fantasies, his own fantasies, all wielded like weapons. Not just words, but his mind shies away from the touch that accompanied them. It’s probably good that he remembers the pain best, even if it was the opposite at the time. Yuuji focuses on the memories of his skin splitting, drumming his fingers on the raised scars along his forearms.

“I don’t know,” Yuuji says. “But he got what he wanted. Fushiguro… Fushiguro was suffering, sensei. And I couldn’t reach him. I tried. I promise I—”

“I know you did,” Gojou cuts in, not unkindly. “This isn’t the movies. Love won’t save anyone’s soul.”

Yuuji flinches. “I—”

“We’ll have to rip Sukuna out of Megumi first. Or bury them both.”

Yuuji straightens up, whipping around. Gojou’s reclining in the tub, head turned to the side to stare straight at Yuuji.

“We can’t do that!” Yuuji tells him, reaching out to grip a wet, slippery bicep. “Gojou-sensei, it’s Fushiguro. We have to save him.”

Gojou blinks, slow and somehow dangerous. “Tell me something, Yuuji. Would you have expected me to save you?”

Yuuji’s hand falls limply into the water. “What?”

“If the roles were as expected and you were the one Sukuna was wearing like a sleeve, would you expect me to save you? Or just kill you?”

“That’s…” Yuuji wants to look away from Gojou’s searing eyes, their blue turned lethally molten. It’s like the colors are swimming, chasing each other in Gojou’s irises to form a vortex of violent color. “That’s different.”

“Is it?” Gojou asks mildly; Yuuji doesn’t trust that tone. “Are you in love with Megumi?”

An instinctive no is swallowed.

Of course Yuuji loves Fushiguro. But that’s not what Gojou is asking.

Is he in love with—

“Does it matter?” he asks, and he sounds desperate and knows it, but this isn’t where he thought this conversation to go. He doesn’t want this.

For a long moment, Gojou’s silent. His eyes don’t waver, and their color only grows more violent, till Yuuji feels like he’s drowning just looking at him. Gojou’s never made him feel like this before. His eyes were always something beautiful.

A hand cups his cheek, and Yuuji sucks in a startled breath.

“I guess not,” Gojou says. “Are you scared, Yuuji?”

Yuuji closes his eyes. “You’re acting strange, sensei.”

“I am, aren’t I? I usually have more self-control than this.” A thumb swipes across Yuuji’s cheekbone—a wet, dripping touch. “Those skeletons were boring company, but my thoughts were the worse evil. Still, I thought a lot. I wondered how all of you were faring. I thought of the kinder days. When I came out and saw you in that bloody bed, do you know what I thought, Yuuji?”

“That I was dead?” Yuuji ventures, tentatively opening his eyes.

Gojou’s gaze flits across his face, trailing radioactive blue. “Yes. And then I thought, I should never have let him leave that basement. Those days were nice, weren’t they, Yuuji? Just you and me. Nothing and nobody to hurt you. It feels like it all started falling apart when I gave you over to Nanami.”

Yuuji swallows thickly, his thoughts all scattered. It’s hard to think when Gojou’s looking at him like. Even his voice is…strange. It’s calm and even, but there’s a furious, frantic undertone that squirms under Yuuji’s skin.

He sounds a little mad. He looks it too.

But his hand on Yuuji’s face is very gentle.

Yuuji raises his hand out of the water and lightly lays it over Gojou’s, which presses more firmly against Yuuji’s face in response. Yuuji touches him more firmly too, and there’s something grounding about the way Gojou’s skin feels against his palm, from the line of knuckles to the obscenely long fingers.

“They were good days,” Yuuji admits. “There were times I didn’t want them to end either. But it doesn’t work like that, sensei. You know that even better than me. And I’ll never regret meeting Nanamin or Junpei or the little time I got to spend with them. I’ll never regret all those days with Fushiguro and Kugisaki and our senpai. And all those times we spend together outside of the basement or your house, outside of missions—those are precious too. I’ll never regret those either.”

It’s Gojou who closes his eyes this time. His hand stays on Yuuji’s face—gentle, warm, devouring.

“Halcyon days, huh?” Gojou murmurs. “You’re right. I do know better. Forgive your old teacher his foolishness, Yuuji.”

Yuuji pries Gojou’s hand away from his face and presses his mouth to the ridge of his knuckles. It’s bolder than anything he’s dared with this man, but it feels right. And he hopes Gojou will forgive the tears dripping on his hand. Better now, at least, when Gojou still has a chance to wash himself clean.

“I’ll forgive you anything, Gojou-sensei.”

[sixpennydame]

"so if eruri is triggering for you, I’d suggest you start filtering certain tags so you can curate the kind of experience you want here."

I guess you think I don't really filter them out, but you're wrong. Believe me, no matter how much I ban everything related to this ship, it comes up in every way. For example eruri shipper Levixreader writers. Even in the Hcs/fanfic's they write, they are in every way squeezing their own ship under the guise of "this is not ship discourse" and they write the dynamics of that ship under the name of 'levixreader' in order to show that their ship is canon. And you naively Rb'd them and think that Levi's character is really like that. He's a perpetually angry man, he's a cruel selfish man who hates the weak and who hates the weak and who immediately abandons you because he's weak, who puts his feelings for erbin ahead of his duties 🥺 who puts humanity through hell for erbin. but someone who is a dog and a softy for him and someone who threw S/o out of the window for him. Yes he loves S/o but he would even sacrifice S/o for the landlord whose dog he is 😔 But again keep saying "great Levi fic post 😭".

And that's what I'm talking about when I say don't let them manipulate you, because even one of your recent articles is similar to their writing style. I wouldn't be surprised if you soon write Levi as an ass upturned, bed whining, super fanon twink whiny lowlife sub. One of your Rb's in particular is a super delulu shipper levixreader writer, and they so much portray Levi as Erwin's lapdog, order dog, loyal dog, someone who never questions whatever action he takes, never wavers in his loyalty, that Cosmic finally had to write them a misleading reply that Levi is not like that Lmaoo. And they are egotistical and self-righteous enough to say "I know better than you" when they see criticism that contradicts their fanon thinking. Man its 2024 and fucking ackerbond has been debunked years ago and even Isayama's dusty old interviews deny it. Yeah, no matter how much I filter eruri, I see exactly that in both Levi tags and Levixreader tags 🙃 and now whenever I want to read fic or browse Levi posts, I have to look at them with hesitation and fear. I don't understand if I should filter Levi directly?

I'm so tired that I would love for Isayama to drop a bombshell that will disprove both the selfshippers and shippers and all their rhetoric, all their Hc's, and leave us all in a big disappointment. For example to give him a really random female partner. Or I would like him to write a characterization where he really doesn't care about everyone and throws them into the fire, where he thinks about himself and his life instead of thinking about them, where he focuses on himself, where he is truly selfish. Then we wouldn't have to see discourses, dramas and fights like "Levi cared about X the most" "He did this and that for X" "Levi doesn't have a canon ship, but if he did it would be X"

*sighs heavily*

I don’t know what to tell you, Anon. If my reblogging and my moots bring you so much distress, you are free to block me.

I refuse to get involved with ship discourse - that’s not what I’m here for.

But I will say this: the writing I do is xreader, but I love to read and view Levi in many forms - canon and AU, eruri, LeviHan, and everything in between. I’ll be sure to make that clear on my ‘About Me’ page.

I love my moots’ writing and art, and will continue to reblog anything that I find beautiful or pleasing to me. Because that, dear Anon, is why I am here.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

I hope you are doing well. Can I request a Sanji x female reader. Where reader was one of the daughters of the maid that worked for the Vinsmoke family and would bring her to help when she was a child. Her and Sanji became friends and promised that they would leave Germa one day together and start a life together. When Sanji comes back, she is now a chef and maid for the family. She is so happy to see Sanji again and falls in love with Sanji all over again. But Sanji pushes her away because he feels bad he never took her with him when he escaped and he didn’t want Big Mom or his family to hurt her (he is in love with her, not in the same way as he loves Nami or Robin, but a love that is real and selfless where he sees spending the rest of his life with her). In the end, he asks her to come with him. So they can start that life together like he promised.

Hey! I hope this is about what you wanted, I had a surprisingly hard time figuring it out.

Warnings: WCI spoilers, vague mentions of violence

Word Count: 1380

     Smiling at the young blond prince, you couldn’t help the pounding in your chest. Of the four princes, he was your favorite. He was sweet, caring and giving whereas his brothers were cruel, mean, and egotistical. The boy had tried cooking something, offering you the food to try in secret. It wasn’t the high quality food that the servants sometimes got when the family refused to eat it, but it was delicious all the same, smiling at the boy and telling him how delicious it was. You weren’t lying either, it was delicious; perhaps not the best looking or most complicated, but delicious. 

     That had been so long ago, or at least, it felt like it. Now it was just a happy memory of a young boy who’d left you. The two of you had promised to leave together, that you’d start a new life together, but when the time came, he’d left without you, leaving you in the palace to serve the royal family. You’d despised him at first, hated him for leaving without you. Calling him just as selfish as his brothers, angrily wishing that he was suffering for not bringing you with. Of course, you’d just been angry, angry at being left behind, at the thought that he might have forgotten you, forgotten your promise. While most people thought Sanji had died, you were one of the people who knew the truth, making his leaving all the more hurtful as you’d done your best to visit him as often as possible. Now you didn’t know what to feel. You’d heard about the engagement between Sanji and Pudding, heard about the ‘alliance’ between Germa and Big Mom. Granted, you didn’t trust either party to make good on their promises, but you’d heard about the plan. Sanji was, supposedly, going to be coming back. His father would make sure of that one way or another and it worried you. Had Sanji changed since he’d been gone? What was he like now? Would they hurt him just to bring him back? So many questions swirled in your head. 

     Bringing a tray of food into the room, your eyes landed on the familiar blond, wondering if he’d recognize you. Setting the tray down, you gave him a small bow as was expected of you.

     “Your lunch, your highness.” you said softly, turning to leave only to find a hand around your wrist.

     “Y-Y/n? I…” the words got caught in his throat as he looked at you. Though your back was turned to him, he still recognized you, it had been 13 years but he still recognized you. 

     “Can I help you, your highness?” you asked, turning to him, head looking down at the ground. It made his heart clench, you’d always looked him in the eye. While you turned your eyes downwards while in the presence of his father or brothers, he’d always preferred looking you in the eye. Your beautiful eyes, the ones he’d complimented so much as a child. Slowly letting go of your wrist, Sanji tried once again to say something; anything. Tentatively glancing up at him, your eyes met his. They were still the same brilliant blue as they had been when he was a child. He gently placed a hand under your chin, raising your head to look at him properly. 

     “Friends should look each other in the eye.” he said, repeating the same thing he’d said as a child when he’d first asked you to look at him, albeit quite a bit softer this time. Smiling at him, you couldn’t help but nod, feeling your heart pound in your chest, he seemed like the same, kind Sanji you’d known as a child.

     “Of course, your highness.” you said softly, trying not to get too excited. You were a maid, you couldn’t let anyone see you treating Sanji with such affection. You’re highness, he hated hearing those words out of your mouth. He was once more reminded of his predicament, of why he was here. Judge had brought him here to be married to Big Mom’s daughter, to be used as another one of Judge’s pawns. He wanted to pull you close like he’d done as a child, to seek comfort in your arms once again. But he couldn’t, the situation he was in, the possibility that he wouldn’t be able to escape this time, he couldn’t risk getting close to you again. Swallowing hard, Sanji turned away from you, looking at his food.

     “Give the chef’s my thanks. The food looks good.” he said after a moment, making you smile.

     “You’re quite welcome, your highness. I hope you still prefer seafood.” you said with a bow, making Sanji’s head snap back towards you.

     “D-did you…” once more, his words caught in his throat as he watched you smile and nod.

     “Yes, your highness, I made it myself.” you said, “If that’s all, I’ll take my leave.” you gave him another bow before exiting the room, leaving the boy speechless as he watched your retreating form. 

     He hated treating you like this, treating you like a servant, treating you like you didn’t mean anything to him, but he had to. If his brothers knew… if they knew, they wouldn’t hold back this time, not like when they were kids. You could tell though, you’d always been able to read him like a book, you saw the way he pushed you away, the way he told you off, the look, the sorrow, in his eyes. It pained him to treat you like this, but he was doing it because he thought that it would keep you safe, keep you from getting hurt. You also saw the regret in his eyes, the pained look as he remembered your old promise. It made your heart pound and ache at the same time. He didn’t deserve the cruel treatment given to him by his family, didn’t deserve to be married off just for political power. He deserved love like he always had, a soul as sweet as his deserved love. Real love. The kind of love you didn’t know that he craved from you. 

     Standing in front of Sanji, the boy caressed your cheek.

     “I need you to be on the Sunny tomorrow by the time the wedding starts, okay? I don’t care what anybody else says, tell them that I told you to be elsewhere, no exceptions. You have to be on the Sunny. It’s the safest place for you while the rest of us take care of things.” Sanji pleaded, a desperate look in his eyes.

     “I… I will, but… please be careful, Sanji. I don’t want you getting hurt. I don’t… I…” the words were stuck in your throat this time, but just as you could read him, he could read you, the blond gently pulling you closer, his lips meeting yours in a soft, sweet kiss. 

     “I will, I promise. I’ll be alright, we’ll run away together this time. I won’t leave you behind again.” he said as he caressed your cheek, “We’ll start that new life I promised you. I promise, the others are really great… well, mosshead sucks, but I promise, you’ll love everyone else.” he swore, making you giggle. 

     “Alright, but I’m holding you to that promise this time, no leaving me behind.” you said, lightly tapping his forehead as if you were scolding him. Sanji gave you a small, guilty smile, he still felt bad about leaving you behind before, but he’d make sure not to make the same mistake this time. He’d take you away from Germa, from his family, from all of it. He’d take you away and start a new life with you like he promised. Sanji nodded before giving you one last kiss on your forehead.

     “Never again. I’ll never leave you behind again. I swear it.” he said softly before turning around and heading back to his room. He couldn’t be gone too long, couldn’t be seen with you, not yet. Once he stopped the wedding, however, once he saved his shitty father and brothers, once he got truly free of them, then the could spend as much time as he desired with you, giving you the new life he’d promised you. He’d never leave you behind again.