Cardinal Copia Imperator is such a tragic and complicated character. He didn't know his parents growing up, or that they were the most important people in the Clergy he was dedicating his life to. He spent months worrying his mother was going to have him killed, just like his three older half brothers he never really knew. He might even have another sibling he doesn't know! He's incredibly talented but he's also a nepo baby. His dad thinks he's a disappointment despite everything, and tells him that at every chance he gets. He oozes sexual charisma on stage. His mother died and left him in charge of everything she had built up.
He also drops his juice box straw on the ground of a mausoleum, picks it back up, and uses it anyways. He spent his childhood watching movies and playing video games, but he can't get any of the quotes right and he's still bad at Driving Miss Daisy. He is 55 years old.
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tomura likes to just watch you. in a creepy but also not so creepy way.
and it doesn't have to be anything special, he's perfectly okay just watching you write something down for your classes or you scrolling on your phone or something and he'd be perfectly fine just looking at you from your bed. although he usually prefers hogging your work chair because it accommodates the nasty slouch i just know he has.
one leg crossed and even his head resting on his fist as he almost admires you. he doesn't look particularly pleased, but trust me he is. there's just something so intriguing about you just being you to him. and he won't say anything either, never expect him to. not even if you stare at him excepting a response he'll just look right back. unblinking. at most after an intense little staring session he'll croak out a "..what ?" and if you ask him what he's looking at he'll just shrug, tell you to "just keeping doing whatever you we're doing just now." and keep staring like a creepazoid.
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Sukuna's Aversion to Toys
Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader
Synopsis: Sukuna really doesn't like your toys.
CW: trueform!sukuna, sexual themes, fire
WC: 437
“What the hell?” You stop in your tracks when you step into your living room and find Sukuna tossing your sex toys, one by one, into the fireplace.
He looks up at you briefly, all four eyes looking unbothered, before he returns his gaze to the task at hand. “Evening.”
His nonchalance irks you, especially as he’s tossing your beloved rose into the fire. “Sukuna!”
“Woman,” he quips, not looking at you.
You let out an exasperated sound as he watches with satisfaction how the silicone melts in the fire. You hold your hands up in question. “Why are you— why are you using my toys as firewood?!”
“I would have burnt them with my own hands but I exercised a great deal of mindfulness to that white contraption in your kitchen,” he responds coolly and juts his chin over to the ceiling of the open plan kitchen.
You turn and look and then turn back to him. “The smoke alarm?”
He hums in agreement, “Yes. That. It is quite a pointless device, I think, and m—” but you cut him off.
“Allow me to rephrase, just why are you burning my toys?” Your brows knit together in annoyance.
“Fool. For what reason do you need these silly, childish contraptions when you have the presence of me?” He snaps, shooting you an incredulous look.
You can’t believe this. The king of curses…jealous? Of a few sex toys? You cross your arms over your chest. “I’ll have you know, I had all of those before we met!”
“And? Why keep them in your possession?” He presses, red eyes shining.
“Wh…Sukuna. Please, be serious,” you sigh.
“I am.” He deadpans, “Deadly.”
“Me having toys before I met you really shouldn’t be an issue,” you rage, stomping over to him and grabbing the bullet that was in his hand. But he doesn’t let go.
“It is. Having me should suffice,” he shrugs and maintains his grip on the vibe.
“Who said having you was not sufficient?!” You bite back.
“Keeping these damned things implies just that, brat. It is simply greedy that you have me in this form, with twice the number of everything, yet…you still keep these ridiculous gadgets.” He takes the bullet back and throws it into the flames.
You let out a small scoff as you watch him. “Heaven forbid a girl have possessions,” you huff, “and what when you’re away? How am I supposed to satisfy myself then?”
He stands and faces you, feeding the last one to the flames with a toss over his shoulder.
“Simple. You do not.”
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Nadja takes a bath. She hates it and meanwhile the dogs are playing in the tub and having a blast. She tried to climb me like a tree to escape so now I'm cut up and we're both pissed.
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sometimes you realise that something random has been Tainted By Association for you because of an annoying coworker or a bad breakup or whatever but the cool thing is that you can just refuse to let that happen. your ex doesn't get to ruin your enjoyment of a TV show. you can just decide that you're still excited to try that food and you can just pretend it has nothing to do with the person who introduced you to it. magic! don't let shitty people leave their ooze on your life!
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it’s canon to me that anakin skywalker and marshall commander fox are archnemeses of a shakespearean nature to eachother
why? well, fox’ life is a tragedy of galactic proportions. he’s a slave at best and straight up non-sentient property at worst, caught at the crossroads of being the face of the republic’s most corrupt establishment to his brothers who resent him for being forced to bear an authority he has no actual control over, and being the closest and easiest target for that very authority’s ire. made to enforce the rigged and deeply unjust laws against his own oppressed peoples, and no one understands better than fox how much coruscant truly despises them. the chancellor at the heart of it all, and anakin, the favored pupil - taken in by the flattery and empty promises like all the rest of them, the jedi most intimately connected to the senate who yet cares so little to know the clones who shed their blood in it every day that he never sees beyond his own very nose. no one asks the guard what they think, and fox despises them all for it, but the jedi who play at caring more than anything. it’s an impersonal, distanced dislike for the most part, but with skywalker it burns all the brighter for how often fox sees him walk the halls of the senate and never think to ask.
also fox cut anakin off in traffic once and he never forgave him for it
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post club partying and you’re at a diner, tipsy and love drunk, messily inhaling a cheese burger and fries while abby devours hers with a little more manners. she’s not as drunk as you and spends most of her time smiling at your drunk swaying/dancing to the overhead radio as you munch on your burger, holding it with two hands, elbows tucked into your side like a child. you’re blasted.
the two of you are sharing a blackberry milkshake with one straw because according to you it’s “better for the environment”
there’s a few other customers but only one waitress, who like every waitress in a small diner, is a 50 year old lesbian with a dry sense of humor. she hums in amusement when she first takes your order. you were oblivious to her, your hands playing with abby’s left one and your eyes locked onto abby’s face, smiling adoringly at her. the blonde hands the waitress the menus with her free right hand, ordering the basic diner meal and of course the blackberry shake with a passionate “one straw please!” coming from you though your eyes never leave her face
when the waitress brings the check, abby has moved to your side of the table. you’re tucked into her side, sucking the last of the blackberry milkshake aka 99% of the seeds through the straw. the waitress places the check next to abby’s plate with a pen.
“you two are too cute,” the waitress says as soft as you can after years of smoking cheap cigs. “it’s nice to see the young ones doing so well. goodnight sweethearts”
and with abby’s strength, a lot of patience, and your sudden burst of energy, you successfully make it back to the car and tucked into the passenger seat. she starts the car, making sure the seat heater is on before you even ask. she snags a sweatshirt from the back and places it over your legs as a blanket. when she pulls out of the dark parking lot where the only light comes from the windows and single sign of the diner, she takes one last glance at your cute sleepy face until it gets too dark to see before driving your drunk ass home <3
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