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tiredbitchposts · 2 years ago
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There are many differences and similarities between Luo Bingge and Luo Bingmei but the main ones i can think abt is how they're crazy ex-boyfriend and crazy ex-girlfriend coded. Like, Bingge is the type to pretend he does not care, he'll sleep with the entire town after the break up but will still scream, cry, throw up if he finds out you held hands with another guy, Bingmei is the type to very much show he cares, he'll fake a pregnancy, have a mental breakdown in public and call you while crying. They're both the type to try and fight your "new man" but Bingge will deny he did it out of jealousy while Bingmei will admit he did it out of jealousy, but will cry so much you'll end up comforting him.
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epitome-of-an-openbook · 7 months ago
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Obanai and Mitsuri are a straight couple meant for gay readers/viewers and you can't change my mind about it
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namachuki · 2 years ago
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hazel2468 · 2 years ago
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Okay so. The Avery shipping continues to run amok and I figured I would share a doodle I'm doing of like. The essential "Romance with Avery" scene- the Shower Scene. So- have the (WIP) Bad Blood rendition of the Shower Scene.
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holycrimin · 6 months ago
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In honor of me getting my first ever TMNT Comic,
here's Leo with a crush who gets overly excited when gifted something they're obsessed/hyperfixated with (cough definitely not me cough)
while I did buy the comic for myself (it was an Eastman and Laird's TMNT adventure special) I wanted to explore this more because my brain is way too active and i need an outlet lol
pls dont blame me if its a little ooc, im trying my best and this is impulsive T0T
note: Reader uses they/them, Leo is a massive dork, semi proofread
2012!Leo x Expressive!Reader
Saw something he thought you'd like while on patrol,
"Hey guys, you think they'll like this?" He looks throught the window.
They snicker and shit on him (lovingly in a sibling way)
Whether it was a poster or figurine or comic, he's getting that baby just for you
Obviously he'd get it by paying because stealing would be wrong.
And by paying he means snatching it in the middle of the night and leaving a twenty with an apology note
Because that's what heroes do
anyway
Hops up to your apartment,
(with his brothers watching from the shadows because they absolutely cannot resist a good show. yes, even Donnie; like a true hypocrite)
He makes sure that neither your parents are there with you and he knocks on the window
You, with your ultra smart brain, immediately knew it was him because it was either that or a murderer that climbed up to specifically your window to murder you
which was unlikely, but hey, so was being friends with a giant turtle
You open your window and are immediately greeted with a shiny (not-so-brand new) comic/poster/figurine of the thing you talked about nonstop for weeks. maybe months. actually now that you think about it it mightve been year—
"Hey."
"Wh-"
"No way. NO WAY." You take it out of his hands (gently) and look at it in awe, before looking up at him with a dazzled expression
(If you squinted you could see sparkles coming off of you)
"What- Where- Dude. Where'd you even find this?!" A wide grin on your face as you look at him.
"Oh y'know.. Patrol and fighting bad guys, awesome stuff. Uh, then, y'know.. I found some merch that I thought you'd like."
"Dude he's seriously blowing this." one of the guys (mikey) whisper. "Yeah, he's worse than Donnie." he says, earning a 'Hey!' from Donnie.
Leo glares at them for a second before turning his attention back to you.
You let out a giddy giggle, "ahh! dude!"
"Dude." You set it down gently and put both of your hands on his shoulders. "I. Love you. So much. You know that?"
He blushes a little, "Well, I mean, it's not really a big de-"
"Not a big deal?! DUDDEE I LOVE IT SO MUCH. Is this a marriage proposal?" You say, shaking him a little.
"Wh- um.. What?" Leo lets out a weak chuckle, he feels his face heating up. "Because I accept. Let's get married, I love you so much. Oh my god, you have no idea-"
Ohhh god.
Yeah, that does it.
Well, even more than it already has.
"Whahahaha... Okay, uh, You don't really mean that, do y-" Oh.
"..Oh, sorry, is that too far? I mean, I do it with my other friends, but I'm not sure- Leo?" Yeah, no this is going to kill him. Kinda pathetic, huh? That a kiss on the cheek could send him spiraling just like that.
"Ah.. hahahah! Okay cool, haha.. uh, bye! I'll ah.. see you tomorrow? yep. Yeah. Okay, bye!"
He runs off.
Aw crap.
Did you do something wrong? God, you hope not. Maybe you should tone it down next time.
"Smooth moves brother, really got them falling for you."
"Shut up."
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Total writing time: idk like 15-20 mins?
Any fellow fic writers feel free to take inspo or even write a direct sequel to this, I just really like this idea and would absolutely love to read more abt it lol
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yanderes-galore · 22 days ago
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2, 12, 38 with Lucifer from Hazbin hotel. I feel like these fit him really well
I like the idea that he's just a pathetic yandere most of the time... so what you walk in on would be less violence and more just... really weird activities.
Yandere! Lucifer Morningstar Prompts 2, 12, 38
"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"
"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."
"My life has been so barren without you...."
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Picture taking, Shrine, Manipulation, Guilt-Tripping, Possessive behavior, Breach of privacy, Jealousy, Forced relationship implied.
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Lucifer is certainly a... desperate demon.
You've learned this while you worked under him. Lucifer, the King of Hell, was ironically kind enough to give you a job at his home. This was before Lilith had left along with Charlie, you had been struggling to find somewhere to go.
You had experienced Lucifer's mental decline first hand when Lilith left. You have been his assistant to monitor paperwork along with various other tasks that pertain to ruling hell. However, once Lilith was gone...
Lucifer stopped doing work... and you were unable to keep up.
By this point your job has just been keeping an eye on your ruler. After all, you felt you're supposed to. Lucifer had offered you a job when you had nowhere else to go. You felt it was right to help him until he could properly serve Hell.
Unfortunately, It took much longer than you thought.
You had noticed many different quirks in Lucifer's behavior as you tended to your duties. One of them was his odd hobby of making rubber ducks. Each of which is a pain for you to clean.
Cleaning has been your biggest job since Lucifer's decline. You had been reduced to a servant when Lucifer stopped attending his own duties. Which meant you often spent your days making sure he was fed and in a clean environment.
You knew he was a hoarder... But one day you found something you wished you hadn't.
It was normal for Lucifer to have his room be a mess. He was off doing something else and you were left to attend your own duties. Normally your ruler doesn't want you to clean his room. But, you decided to try...
Only to find something tucked away among the rubber ducks, a familiar face looking back at you.
You quickly push through the many rubber ducks to see something by the bed. On a desk in the corner of the room you see many different photos littering the blackened wood. Beside that you see what looks like notes. Upon closer inspection...
Are those drafts of love letters within a journal?
That wasn't the weirdest part. The weirdest part in your eyes was the photos. There were so many of them. Not only that... but they were all of you. Cooking, cleaning, speaking to other servants...
Sleeping, showering, all sorts of activities you thought you were alone in doing.
The notes range from declarations of love to jealous thoughts about other demons. The more you look through the evidence, the more you begin to feel uneasy. His notes, you can tell they're Lucifer's because of his handwriting.... All of them are delusional fantasies, desperate wishes to confess. He admits in all of them he's loved you since you started caring for him.
Soon enough, you tense when you hear footsteps quickly enter the bedroom.
"Hey, what are you-?" There's a long pause as you turn around, quickly skidding the photos back onto the desk. Before you stands Lucifer, eyes wide and concerned. There's a long tense silence that befalls both of you...
Then awkward laughter coming from the demon himself.
"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...." Lucifer mumbles, eyes struggling to meet yours as he appears anxious. You shift awkwardly in your position, nervous he's between you and your escape.
"Sir...?" You go to ask, flinching when his gaze snaps back to you.
"I can explain...!" Lucifer pleads, stepping closer to you as if trying to soothe a panicked animal. "My life has been so barren without you... know that?"
Lucifer continues to approach, carefully watching your movement. You, on the other hand, are desperate to leave the awkward situation. It scares you that he'd breach your privacy like this...
It scares you that he likes you like this....
"I know you're scared.. but I promise I'll never hurt you, alright?" Lucifer pleads again, reaching out a hand to you. "Just think about it, okay? I could make you so happy.... I'll give you anything you want, just like I've been doping right along. Just... don't leave me... come on... stop looking at me like that...!"
You smack away his hand and run past him. The Sin is quick, however, quickly spinning around and tackling you to the ground. You struggle and scratch, but Lucifer isn't deterred.
He looks desperate... and angry that you ran.
"D-Darling, Come on...!" Lucifer begs, holding you down as you struggle. "It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"
Lucifer manages to hoist you up from the shoulders, ignoring your screeches. Instead he tosses you onto the bed and shuts the door, trying to calm his breathing. You, on the other hand, really do look like a feral animal.
"I'll give you everything, I promise. You'll never have to be on those streets again, my love...." Lucifer frowns, clicking hit door lock quietly. "Let's just talk about this... okay? I promise this is good for the both of us...."
It's then you're cornered by the one you once praised for saving you.... Then again, aren't you simply repaying the favor? You were always there when Lilith left...
You struggle to come to terms with what's happening as Lucifer sits in front of you. His eyes are half lidded as he reaches out to caress your cheek. The touch makes you shiver... but you aren't sure why.
Maybe... Maybe you deserve to be by his side... You've been the only one he's had after that day, after all...
Lucifer just wants to make it official... It's obvious he's fallen for you since being abandoned...
This time the one he loves won't ever leave him, he'll make sure of that, even if it means locking you away with him... bound by vows. 
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mikaela-the-slut-expert · 1 year ago
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Tea Shop
Xie Lian x M!reader x Hua Cheng
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Y'all I've been thinking for ages how to make a two person scene a three person scene. What am I supposed to do, make two brides??? So if you have any ideas come bless me with them. 🫵🙃
Previous part: God of Song's second ascension
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After you guide Xie Lian carefully out of the heavens so that he doesn't kill himself by accident . It takes a day to get to a tea shop. It could've taken longer, like three days but you saved yourselves sometimes. Since you can actually have spiritual prowess. The only reason it wasn't any quicker is because Xie Lian demanded you to not overwork yourself and use too much mana.
Xie Lian has always looked simple enough with plain, white robes. You on the other hand have to take on an 'avatar' you don't need anyone noticing you either. So you also dawn white robes, but of course a veil stays on.
You and Xie Lian sit at a table in the corner of the tea shop and you sit across from him. The two of you look over the scroll Ling Wen has given you... it isn't very helpful, but that's alright.
Both yours and Xie Lian's attention is captured by a silver butterfly. It flies across both of you and out the window. When you turn your head your heart almost drops out of your throat. Xie Lian is surprised as well to see two men sitting by you. One sat by you and the other sat by Xie Lian. There's only so much room on these benches after all.
You grimace at their presence. It's not hard to read the spiritual energy from them, they're obvious officials. You glare at them, Xie Lian is much kinder, "Oh uh who are you guys..?"
"Fu Yao" the one by you replies.
"Nan Feng" the one by Xie Lian replies.
You've never side eyed someone so hard in your endless years of life. At the 'Fu Yao' person beside you.
Ling Wen transmits a message to the two of you that they're volunteer officials. You huff inwardly. There's no way anyone from the upper court would offer their deputies from the middle court to help them.
That's because they aren't from the middle court though.
"Well I thank you for your help" Xie Lian says, quickly accepting their new guests.
"Which highnesses sent you?" You ask with narrowed eyes. You know they aren't deputies. Who are you to stress Xie Lian out more though, he already looks horrified when the officials answer his question.
"The palace of Nan Yang"
"The palace of Xuan Zhen"
"..."
Your glare only grows sharper. You've no clue why Mu Qing out of all people would want to help. You also have no idea why he would sit next to you of all people.
"Oh did your generals send you?" Xie Lian asks with a mouthful of tea.
"They didn't know we were coming" they answered in unison.
Xie Lian ponders for a moment, but you're quick to make the two squirm. Just because you can.
"Two officials from the lower court shouldn't go off without permission no? The trouble surely isn't worth it." Your eyes crinkle, as you smile at the two.
Lower court used to be what's now called the middle court. It was changed when whiny officials started complaining it made them seem trivial compared to officials in the upper court. To them an apparent mark to their honor. To you a pathetic attempt to seem important.
"..."
"..."
Your smile widens under your veil when they don't answer. What are they going to say? Their lack of words don't stop Fu Yao from glaring at you or from making Nan Feng squirm in his spot.
Xie Lian ever so kindly saves them, "Well do you know who we are?"
"You're his royal highness the crown prince and he's general /n"
"You're the justice of the mortal realm, the center of the world"
Mu Qing does not regard you at all and rolls his eyes when he answers.
Xie Lian chokes on his tea, "Did he just roll his eyes?"
" He did, tell him to scram" you and Nan Feng say together.
"Any official who was available was welcome to help so who are you to tell me to scram?" Fu Yao sneered. Again his words are only pointed at Nan Feng, not you.
"Ah well more help is better than none right?" Xie Lian smiles.
You sigh and all four of you go over the scroll together.
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Eventually it begins to get dark and all of you will need to find a place to sleep. Long ago, Xie Lian and you would sleep in the streets or on the ground. You put a stop to that. After becoming a powerful enough ghost and god you entreated yourself to your own palace. Not in the heavens though, you chose for it to be in the ghost realm. This was a while before Crimson Rain took over ghost city
Your palace just happened to be in close proximity to it and eventually ghosts started inhabiting themselves. Now all three realms call your palace, "The city of the lost". It's rarely talked about because well it's "lost" not many people find it, your city also doesn't cause trouble. It's just kinda there.
That is where you would usually go though but now you have two more officials with you and you'll be damned if you bring Mu Qing into your city.
"Why don't we find a temple of Nan Yang? I'm sure there's one around." You say, standing next to Xie Lian.
The four of you do eventually find one, it's a little run down but it's good enough. Your attention is dragged away when you notice a girl praying. A girl praying in a temple of Nan Yang? Makes you want to give your heart out.
You can't resist your temptations when Xie Lian asks why the temple has so many women worshippers. It's unusual for a martial god's temple after all. While Nan Feng feels the need to block the question, Fu Yao indulges it.
"I know what you want to ask, you want to ask why there's so many female worshippers right?"
You hold the urge to cackle, and lean in close to Xie Lian's ear. You happily ignore the two officials's glares. You whisper to him, "Xie Lian many women worship Nan Yang's temple so in the future their man will have... Good assets" you giggle into his ear.
For a martial god it isn't normal for many women to pray in their temples. Xie Lian was an exception because he was more of a ' feminine god ' depicted with lotus flowers. You were an exception because of femininity and because you're the God of song. The arts, like dance, drawing, and song were more partaken by women than men. Most martial gods don't have femininity, so rare for women's prayers.
You stay close to Xie Lian's side as Fu Yao judges the poor girl to pieces, calling her ugly. Xie Lian sighs, "You can't talk about girls like that Fu Yao" but you can tell Xie Lian is thinking the same thing. You snicker placing a hand on your hip.
Xie Lian notices a slash in the girl's dress, he tries to offer her his outer robe so that she can cover herself but of course she freaks out. She moves to slap Xie Lian but why would you just stand there? You grab her wrist and throw her to the side. 'throw' is an overstatement it was truly a nudge.
Once Xie Lian tells her she has a slash in her dress she finally accepts his robe and then runs out of the Temple.
Now Xie Lian's undressed. Bandages over his chest, and neck can be seen now. Nan Feng and Fu Yao stare in quiet shock. You on the other stare in admiration. Xie Lian is undeniably beautiful. You chuckle softly and remove your outer robe, unlike Xie Lian you have an under robe on. You move it over Xie Lian's shoulders.
"Should've let her run out with the slash in her dress. It's just like you to give the clothes off your back, A-Lian" you hum softly. Xie Lian smiles in thanks and puts on your robe.
He does look very pretty especially in your clothes.
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The next day all four of you go back to the tea shop. You aren't paying attention to the conversation about Mount Yunjin. You'd much rather pay attention to Wèizhī. The two birds hop around on the table and chirp away.
You decided to bring them today, simply because they bring you peace of mind. Of course they aren't only birds they're much more than that. Anyone would know if they're close to you, and they've seen the earring hiding behind your long hair.
Right now they're birds though and you'd much rather chirp away with the Magpies then pretend to chat with the officials next to you.
It isn't until loud drums and a gathered crowd outside has all four of you going outside to check it out. A line of men outside carrying a sedan is what the crowd is gathered for. As for the last inside the sedan... She looks like her neck has been snapped. It proves so when a fake head rolls to yours and Xie Lian's feet.
"Ew" you sneer and quickly kick it away. You assume whatever these mortals are doing is connected with the Ghost Groom. You stand to the side however as Wèizhī perches on your shoulders.
"If I was a ghost groom I'd kill the entire group for sending such an ugly thing to me" Fu Yao comments in disgust and rolls his eyes
"Fu Yao you aren't talking like an immortal should." Xie Lian said. "And can you fix that eye-rolling habit of yours? Why don't you set a small target for yourself first and only roll five days or something like that?"
" Set it fifty times a day and it still won't be enough!" Nan Feng yells
"Leave Fu Yao alone, if he rolls them hard enough maybe they'll fall out on their own." You add, with a snicker.
You're interrupted by yelling, one of the men in the group yelling about how it's useless and that they should just charge into Mount Yunjin and dragging an ugly freak out. They all hoot in agreement.
"Ugly Freak? Shopkeeper what are they talking about?" Xie Lian asks
The tea master explains, "The ghost groom has such an ugly appearance that no woman loves it, so he wears bandages around his face. That is why he kidnaps brides."
"Just because his face is wrapped in bandages doesn't mean it's ugly. There's a possibility it's so beautiful that it doesn't want others to see it, so he covers it up" Fu Yao says.
When Fu Yao quickly glances at you, you ignore. This isn't about you and you know that Fu Yao is truly a prick. No need to make something out of nothing.
Your group's attention is caught when the same girl from yesterday begging them not to go do anything dangerous and a man bitching at her because she refused to join them.
You don't care about anyone's affairs unless it has something to do with Xie Lian. You perk in attention when the man pushes the girl roughly, Xie Lian ever so kindly catches her.
Xie Lian uses Rou'ye to smack down the man and then just as quickly hides back in Xie Lian's sleeve. You snicker softly at the slumped man in the dirt. The man is not happy though, he's having none of it. He brandishes his sword and yells that Xie Lian is using wicked magic.
Nan Feng uses his palm to snap a wooden pillar of the tea shop and the group of men run in fear. You side eye Nan Feng. You have mixed opinions on him, but even after so long... "You're still just a brute dummy. You're paying for that" you smile behind the veil and return to Xie Lian's side.
The four of you eventually head back to the temple. With newly acquired information from Ling Wen, you now know that you're going to need a fake bride. However you can't use any mortals since it's a wrath level ghost.
"Well if we can't use women we'll have to use men" said Fu Yao.
"What man is going to want to dress up as a bride?" Nan Feng sighs.
The two suddenly have the same idea and look over to you and Xie Lian.
"???"
"No." You glare.
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Nighttime, the temple of Nan Yang.
You watch as Xie Lian walks from the back in a brides dress, hair down and flowing. You sigh into your hand. It doesn't look like a bride at all
Nan Feng has a more extreme reaction, "Fuck!" He just can't stand to see Xie Lian in a brides dress, it's awful.
Fu Yao scans Xie Lian with a complicated look.
"Do you have something you wish to say?" He asked
Fu Yao nodded "if someone sent a woman like this to me..."
"you'd kill the whole town was it?" You snicker.
"No I'd kill the woman." Fu Yao replied frigidly.
Xie Lian smiles, "Then thank goodness I'm not the woman."
You hum, "A-Lian let me help you, obviously these two have and never will see a bride in their lives" you smile, "not unless it's each other..." You mutter the last part out.
"Excuse me..." The four of them look at the voice. It's the girl from earlier. She has a white robe in her hand and stands with trepidation. "I've washed these clothes to return them to you and thank you so much for yesterday and today"
You see Xie Lian smiles in response but suddenly remembers his attire.
"Are you... if you want I can help?" She asks, no longer shy.
"No miss you misunderstand this isn't a hobby of mine" Xie Lian laughs nervously.
You on the other hand are happy with this development. "Yes! Come help us."
And so that began Xie Lian's makeover. The girl has a sewing kit on her and helps Xie Lian fit into his dress. You do Xie Lian's hair - you do it all the time anyways - and together the two of you do Xie Lian's makeup. After you're finished with him, he looks like a proper bride and a damn good one too. If you weren't a ghost there would be a blush on your cheeks.
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Guys. If anyone has actually read all of these parts I need y'all to tell me if Y/n is making sense. 😭 Like do we understand the background and his character? Do we understand the b i r d s?
Time gap between here and first glance
First Glance
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fountainpenguin · 1 year ago
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Secret Life finale highlights for me:
- "My strategy: Kill Skizz and Tango. Will happen at some point... Or, just maim them and watch them die in a corner." - Scar
- Scott on Grian's loyalty: "I have never seen a man drop a pair of sunglasses faster in my life [than last season after Joel died]."
- I think I reblogged someone's speculation weeks ago that at the dawn of final session, everyone's task book would just say "Win Secret Life." Congrats to them for Apollo's gift of prophecy.
- Martyn's beat of pause before saying to Joel "Welcome to the Out of Context video."
- At the start of the season, Etho said Joel was the first one he wanted to kill because "He's cheeky." When Joel is asked who he wants to kill, he says "Etho." Glad you're enjoying your rivalry, boys, smh...
- Joel, once again giving into his Shrek origins, watching Bdubs' wool globe go up in flames and chirping "My world's on fire; how 'bout yours?"
- Tango does not break his "pathetic death" curse. Just blipped out of existence. Love that for him.
- Spitting, crying... BigB panics and flees into his creepy backrooms for safety. Immediately vanishes into the tunnel maze. Scar pursues and skids to a halt because he hasn't seen it yet and is thoroughly creeped out.
- Scar coming up to surface and trying to describe how BigB disappeared. Martyn looks down at where they're standing and is just like "Oh, that's the backrooms." Mental image of Scar as that meme that goes "The. what."
- Scar describing BigB as a sneaky squirrel. "Squirrel" was the name of BigB's horse in Double Life.
- Joel's anxiety about entering a Nether portal on the final episode, specifically because of how he and Etho perma-died in Double Life
- Whatever was going on with Martyn flinging ender pearls up the ladder seconds before he died
- Additionally, people in the background commenting that they think Martyn's teamed up with Cleo and the only reason he was near them was an attempt to bear down and kill them
- Scar to Bdubs, watching Cleo and Etho from a distance: "Look at this- Mom and Dad are bringing their new ugly stepson to meet us, Bdubs." /camera pans to the warden chasing them
- Bdubs tells Scar that Cleo said he was her favorite son and Scar IMMEDIATELY, without responding or even waiting for Bdubs to finish his sentence, jumps a wall and books it to Cleo to confirm... Mental image of him swinging dramatically over it with one hand, his shawl billowing behind him
- Scar chases Cleo while they're both being pursued by a warden, asking her if he's her favorite son. Doesn't let up until she assures him she "just said it to keep Bdubs happy." what is wrong with the Clocker family.
- Joel somehow pulled off a beautiful PVP kill on Skizz despite having only 2.5 hearts
- In earlier episodes, Joel had people say "The florist sends his regards" on his behalf before striking. Before killing Skizz, he says "Scar sends his regards" since Scar really wanted to kill Skizz but bequeathed the fight to Joel instead.
- Scar trotting up to Etho and Cleo, who are watching him from a cliff, and announcing "I am not up to anything nefarious!"
- Scar's weird spiky wall design is really pretty
- slkdjfskldjfsklj?!?!?!? I had a bullet point on this list that said "Honorable non-finale mention to Scar getting both the Green and Yellow kill on Etho this season" but now I see I need to correct that:
- Shout-out to Scar killing Etho - in Etho's front yard - THREE TIMES this season. Etho rushing back to his base, tripping over his feet and saying "I'm going home, everybody- I'm dying at my home-"
- Scott to Scar: "I went down to BigB - to get him - and I see what you mean; he does just talk his way out of things so you feel bad; you just leave him." / Scar: "That's why you don't let him speak. You just inner monologue. You start talking about Star Wars so you can't hear his charms."
- As Scar drives his sword into Cleo, he says "Good-bye, Mom- This is for you telling Bdubs [he's your] favorite." Geez, dude. Scar killed both his parents; this family is a mess. Bonus points for Joel fumbling in the background like "Oh my gosh- Scar, you savage-"
- I watched multiple POVs until I was caught up to the standoff between Gem & The Scotts vs. The Mounders... So picking up from there with Scar's POV b/c his is the one I randomly started with today: I love how Joel basically went "I am once again throwing caution to the wind and charging into battle with a murderous Red rage in my eyes and no one behind me" like he ALWAYS does.
- Bdubs and Scar decide to back him up... Amazing.
- Scar has gotten 4 kills (Tango, Etho, Cleo, Impulse) and he was super close to getting BigB as well before Scott sniped the kill. Geez... The man is vicious today. During Limited Life, Grian made a comment that went something like "Of course Scar is only destructive / successful when I'm not on his team" and honestly? Yeah...
- Pearl begging Scar to kill her- Pearl warning Scar that if she perma-kills Gem, she'll go up 10 hearts- Scar refusing, insisting that he doesn't want to turn on her because it feels lame...
- Scar got Gem, he got Gem... GeminiSlay is DOWN!
- SCAR SWEEP WITH THE BOW!!
Oh my goodness, I saw his episode title ("Can Villain Scar Win?") and the words that went through my head were "Welp, that's a spoiler that he's dead." I see I was wrong.
GG, SCAR WIN!!! Man who wanted so desperately to have friends, only to trip and fail time and time again... GoodTimesWithVictor!!
My heart, Scar letting that zombie knock him down to half a heart... playing up like he didn't just watch the lightning bolt mark Pearl's demise. He wanders, calling out to Pearl, asking where she went... quietly giggling and muttering to himself as that zombie pushes at him... GG, Scar. GG.
My goodness, is this the only time we haven't seen the winner die in their perspective? Scar slams that success button for winning the game, gets 5 hearts, turns back, and that's it... That's the game. End scene.
What a LAD!!
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odditycircus-2002 · 3 months ago
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Scorpion loves and is protective of his two girls, Quan Chi’s Daughter and Granddaughter, so much! Being protective and caring towards them, he wouldn’t allow anyone to harm them, so interactions with other characters about his love and protectiveness towards them? Especially fierce one towards villains who may potentially lust after his new wife for power, beauty, etc?
Scorpion Speaking About His Family Intros
A/N: Luckily for you, thy muses and hyperfixation speak to me today! And if you'd like context for what they're talking about, click here and here.
Sub-Zero
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Sub-Zero: Your second chance at life has been most fortuitous, Hanzo.
Hanzo: I never expected to marry or be a father once more.
Sub-Zero: May there be no mercy toward anyone who would dare go after them.
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Hanzo: Y/N is truly my better half.
Sub-Zero: Then let her patience and wisdom continue to guide you.
Hanzo: How else do you think the Shirai Ryu became stronger again?
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Night Wolf:
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Hanzo: It's because of Y/N that I learned to let go of my rage long ago.
Night Wolf: Yet, you almost killed your wife because of your need for vengeance.
Hanzo: I need no reminder, Night Wolf.
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Night Wolf: I remember first seeing Y/N on Shang Tsung's island.
Hanzo: She accompanied me to see if her training was fruitful.
Night Wolf: She seemed too fond of you even then to just be your instructor.
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Jax Briggs:
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Hanzo: Before Y/N, I never thought I would give my heart to another woman.
Jax: Much less a demoness related to Quan-chi?
Hanzo assertively: My wife is nothing like that sorcerer.
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Jax: How do you not worry so much when D/N is off on missions?
Hanzo: I fear for my daughter's safety, but I trust her training will serve her well.
Jax: There's only so much you can prepare them for.
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Frost:
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Hanzo: Sub-Zero would've benefited more if he had a student like my daughter.
Frost: Why would I want to be anything like Miss Nepotism?
Hanzo: It's not nepotism that made you lose to D/N repeatedly.
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Frost: To kill you, I'll kill your wife and daughter first.
Hanzo: Lay so much as a cold finger, and my fire won't even leave ashes behind!
Frost: They make your fire weak.
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Shang Tsung:
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Hanzo: Y/N helped me kill Quan-chi.
Shang Tsung: I always knew Quan-chi couldn't keep control of his spawn.
Hanzo: Perhaps I shall give her the honor of beheading you.
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Shang Tsung: Your wife is quite the rare gem.
Hanzo: You will not lay a single claw on her, Shang Tsung.
Shang Tsung: I'll have both her beauty AND her power.
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Shao Khan:
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Hanzo: Why do you question my wife's realm of origin?
Shao Khan: I see none of its fire burning within such a pathetic excuse for a demon.
Hanzo: Only because you're fortunate has none of that fire been directed towards you.
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Shao Khan: Your wife would do better as one of my assassins.
Hanzo: As if Y/N would ever let herself be subjugated again.
Shao Khan ominously: She will if she ever wants to see her husband and clan again...
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Noob Siabot:
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Hanzo: For some reason, that's beyond me, Y/N pities you.
Noob Saibot: The shadows do not NEED her pity.
Hanzo: Then by some miracle, we are of the same mind.
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Noob Saibot: Y/N wastes her potential with the Shirai Ryu.
Hanzo: She realized her true strength with her real family.
Noob Saibot: What strength can be gained from an inferior clan?
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Kano:
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Hanzo testily: Why such a keen interest in my daughter?
Kano: She got all her mum's finest features and less demonic drama.
Hanzo: Then I'll send you to the Netherrealm myself.
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Kano: I can't decide who's more of a beaut, your wife or your Sheila.
Hanzo: You are not worthy to even lay an eye on them!
Kano: I'll send them my regards after I deliver them your eyes then.
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cruyuu · 5 months ago
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Mr. “I don't feel a thing/I am not human” proceeds to show anger which is a human emotion. The contradictions with Sukuna are still persisting with Yuuji since with all others, he never had that issue. He never acted the same with others like he did and does with Yuuji. After all, the way he responds to love (to admiration) is by killing. He doesn't know what to do nor how to feel with Yuuji.
Still, something that is bothering me a lot is that for someone who is clearly very intent (and yes, that means emotionally invested) on killing everyone just because of Yuuji, it's pretty clear that he's obviously feeling and not incapable of feeling. Now, we can also speculate that he's afraid of being shown pure compassion (the kind Yuuji embodies) after years and years of being feared and being admired for his strength, standing on a pedestal away from everyone's hands. It would be obvious considering how he came into the world and what he did to achieve the status he's proudly wearing now. He's been seen as a monster, as the King of Curses, as a curse for a lot of years. Never as a human.
After all, Sukuna is someone who had survived a lot of years alone, persisted through the Golden Age of Jujutsu and is still persisting in the modern era. Untouchable, unreachable. Unseen and unknown.
And maybe he wants it to remain that way?
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Yuuji is asking the right question. Why me? Why invest yourself? Why all that hate? Does it have an answer? He can only feel pity because all that anger is seemingly empty of reason. Sukuna gives no answer for why, only claims that he understands what Yuuji is telling him but feels nothing. Yuuji can't understand that even if he wanted to, which is why he separated them from others and trapped them in this domain in the first place. He still wanted to know why, even if Sukuna is someone he loathes and he admits it to his face.
Now, considering that Sukuna had unusually obliged Yuuji's request and went on a walk with him, with no threats nor attacks which is again quite unusual, and yet only lashed at him when he realized that Yuuji was feeling pity for him– we can conclude what gave Yuuji the idea to give chase, to try and reach him (someone who ruined his life and talk with him despite everything because it's true that Sukuna was there when he was the loneliest, dwelling inside of him and keeping him company), and why he's feeling pity, why he's compassonate towards him.
Yuuji thought there was something hiding behind that hate. Something about him, perhaps. So he shows him a lot of his life (something he never did with anyone btw) and even shares some of his past with him, creates memories with him also, and says that to him, this is what humans are all about. He shows him a different view, hoping it'll change his mind, prompt him to talk.
But that fails. After all: You can admire a blooming flower, but you can't ask it to understand you. Both of them are vastly different from each other, and even if they had rubbed off on each other slightly, they still persist on being who they always were without changing themselves for each other. They're unable to understand each other nor the ways they change each other quite subtly. Yuuji had changed a lot, went from being adamant on not killing to reducing himself to nothing but a curse killer (a cog in the machine) only to embrace that his life is worth something in the end and Sukuna had embraced emotions (even if denying it) when it came to Yuuji, started seeing other people's viewpoints and kept indulging Yuuji even if he was pathetic by his standards. He went all that way to crush his ideals and now is going his way to kill everyone Yuuji loves. He cares, your honor, even if he claims he has no reason behind it.
What's funny to me really is that Yuuji went through all that and wanted to have a conversation with him (he claims he was frantic, meaning he really really wanted to talk) before it really was too late.
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He said, “I can kill you but... you can also live if you come back to me.” If anything it just proves Yuuji does actually care about him, even if it isn't said out loud. After all, he took him through his hometown, made memories with him and bared parts of himself he never showed to anyone else and is still giving him a chance. He had Sukuna fish, he had him shoot arrows. Had him be a human and not a jujutsu sorcerer. That cannot be hate.
Just how Sukuna's hatred towards Yuuji is unexplainable, Yuuji's pity towards Sukuna is as well. And that's something only the two of them have. Something nobody can understand, not even them.
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woman-respecter · 3 months ago
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okay one last rant about chappell cuz i'm sure you're sick of herr (same):
i'm soooo tired of white people. i hate how chappell acts about palestine because it's SO "i learned activism from the internet and i have insane white guilt and i feel guilt for being a privileged white american" and that helps no one. bonus: she has republican parents so she has to force the activism even harder to compensate for her shitty family. i hate both sides as well but i'm not a stupid ass white person who won't be affected as much by not voting and not backing kamala.
chappell is so embarrassing like even taylor swift said i support kamala. her internet activism means that she would rather say guyssss both sides bad :/ than actually do anything of any value (it feels like she wants to be leftist so baddd that she ends up a fool... "all presidents bad i can't support any" girl you're high up in the evil capitalist music inudstry i wouldn't judge too hard if i were u..) but that's current activism for you doe. why make any change when you can just complain and do nothing? besides, leftists rn would tear any change apart to shreds cuz they expect everything to be fixed immediately. i've seen so many leftists get upset seeing progress of anything rn because because g-g-genocide!
leftists: you evil white gays celebrate improved gay rights in a red state ur so evil ugh a genocide is happening and ur happy? you need to blow yourself up to prove your loyalty to palestine and to understand what they're going through!
lastly everything chappell and ethel cain does for palestine is so forced and fake lol. it's all to make them feel better about being white and privileged. ethel cain makes jokes about killing the president girl! 🤔 youre enjoying your nice white life in a comfortable position in the music industry...you'd never give that up and stand on business cause ur all words no action..
ethel made a song for palestine and it was good but since she graduated with honors from the school of internet activism i cannot take it seriously. everything she does screams "sorry for being white :("
and then hunter from euphoria got praised for getting arrested at a JVP PROTEST (LMAO). like that rich white girl getting arrested and then nothing happened to her is not revolutionary it's actually giving kendall pepsi ad ! i will say it's more than ethel and chappell put together but still pathetically whitee.
lastly hayley from paramore ethel hunter chappell none of them actually support palestine. they try so hard to be leftist and activists which is ironic because they are capitalizing on palestine to look good, to overcompensate for their whiteness and privilege and because of guilt. their "support for palestine" are just large pr stunts that bring them more fans and more money. look at ethel. she LOVES florence (i believe they are good friends) and florence is besties with taylor swift and endorsed kamala. all bark no bitee :)
i HATE all of the performative leftist celebs you mentioned (except hayley from paramore) so fucking much. it’s obvious that their priorities are getting rid of their white guilt, being edgy, and winning clout points with the online left. they do not give an actual shit about palestine. the funny thing is that if taylor’s endorsement really does help keep trump out of the white house she will have done more for palestine than all those losers combined. sorry!
and yeah its funny that ethel, and almost every pop girlie, is at most like 2 or 3 degrees away from someone who is friends with taylor or idolizes taylor. sorry haters it really is that way. she’s your favorite artist’s ACTUAL favorite artist
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fabricated-misslieness · 7 months ago
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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: raphael (bg3) x archdevil male reader
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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: puppy eyes are a very valid/viable form of manipulation
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1,277
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: long exposition for short scenario, devils, pacts, some brief description of violence, underlying manipulation, i love you's
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ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: in honor of killing raphael for the second time (ily gale) the inspo
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To be an archdevil of the hells, you have to have a certain charm, per say; a devil's tongue, able to make both pacts with lowly, pathetic mortals, and other devils that covet your position, plus everyone in between.
A horrid task is making a pact, really, to ask for a treasure in exchange for something so slight, especially when they could hardly see the imbalance in the transaction.
When the supplicant who wished for power because he was so tired of rolling over for nobles died, you smiled with his soul in your grasp; he had managed to make a name for himself, and now you had a hero in your hall. When the devil sworn to you broke his pact and thus turned his fire immunity into a vulnerability, you enjoyed watching his skin char when he dove into his favorite lava bath.
Perhaps it wasn't so horrid after all, actually. With the many souls that now stomped your halls, you had an infinite supply of jesters. Watching a most old soul fade away into nothingness is always fun, too.
Most archdevils agree that suffering brings them satisfaction, but that is often the most lively thing about them. Zariel, for one, is always focused with her blood war, and Mephistopheles is in love with his vaults, and each only want more souls or artifacts to feed their obsession. Neither one even thinks to branch out! They're all so boring.
Mephistopheles's darling son, though, he's different. Narcissistic as any other devil, perhaps, but to a higher, more interesting degree; and boastingly ambitious, too. Always planning. It's lovely to see him in thought, despite how scarcely he lets himself be seen in the vulnerable process of thought.
And he knows you watch him, has, since the first time you laid eyes on him, but he lets you.
As Mephistopheles's boy, certain things are expected of him, the most daunting of all being that the son will never surpass the father. Cambions can be stronger than their fathers, but for Raphael to beat the ancientness that is the Archdevil Mephistopheles? Hardly perceivable.
Perhaps—no, that is why he is so interesting to you. So ambitious, to want the hells for himself, even when you know he will never be able to surpass the power of his own father.
You love watching him try.
Raphael, however, has always goaded you into helping him. Since you believe he won't win, you know that whatever you do to aid him will bring him nothing except disappointment and you, at best a slap on the wrist from Mephistopheles, at worst death when you visit the Material Plane.
In the beginning days of his plot, your help had always been both miniscule and hard-earned: a heap of souls for a sliver of your power in a pact baring similarity to a warlock's. Though, as time went on, Raphael's keen eye caught onto what made you concede, or the more amusing mortal word, fold, and oh was it foolishly simple.
It was always apparent between the two of you that the entirety of his life, his thousands, is only a shadow to your ten thousands. Its what made him so pathetically small in your eyes. He was still young, to you.
Oh, and his human form! It was so little and so mortal.
"A living mortal in my hall in the hells? Oh, it is only you, my dearest!" The cage of brown-red bone that protected your ever-ardent veins still protruded from beneath your flesh in the form of spikes, through your bumpy, fire-scarred flesh; but you were careful in kneeling before your favored, human form of Raphael.
You were still taller than him, kneeling, and Raphael looked most exquisite looking up at you. The cambion didn't need to dress up his words with a mouth-watering glaze. He already had you in his grasp. "My love, I've come to ask something of you."
"Again?" You click your tongue, shaking your head and nearly hitting him with your thick, wild horns. "You must learn to be independent one of these days."
"Oh," When he's rid of the interjection of exasperation, his bottom lip draws over his top lip; a pout. "I know, my dearest, but you must understand!"
"What must I understand?" You leave your hands in fists over your hips, leaning back straighter to look at him with the most stern expression your monstrous face muscles can offer.
Even with your knowledge of him being, well, a devil, you are still so careful to touch him, especially so in your ascended fiend form. Raphael steps closer, between your kneeling legs, placing his hands over your fists. "I really do need your help this time. I cannot do this without you."
You huff, your fists breaking to hold his hands properly. "Tell me, my love, what do you need of me?"
"My father has a new relic in his collection. Oh, it is so precious!" He emphasizes his point with the bounce of his heels, "Extremely powerful, as I'm sure you've heard, my darling; the mortals have lost their magic recently, yes? The foolish mortal Karsus and his foolish ambitions, but his crown is very much real, and very much powerful, especially for a human."
"So I've heard, sweetheart. What are you saying?" If you had any eyebrows, they would've furrowed.
"I need it. I need it, for myself, it'll be the most splendid gift!"
Your head draws back, and for a moment, your skin burns hotter, in such a way that even he can feel its temperature raise, that it must be so potent and high a change that a flame-retardant lover can feel it. Had this been the first time Raphael has asked for something of such great power from you, he'd have thought his plan was over.
"Mephistopheles would kill me, Raphael, shove me in a portal to the Material Plane, or the Ethereal Plane, or even the Godly Plane just to see me die the most gruesome death." You do not exaggerate, he has seen it first hand more than a handful of times.
"Oh, but my love, my dearest..." Raphael doesn't follow up his most adorable pet names, like one normally would. He doesn't plead his case, doesn't beg for it. Instead, he widens his eyes, and he stares, and there's just something about the way the glare of the candelabra glints in his eye that—
Oh...
Gods, he's just adorable, isn't he? So much better than a hellhound begging for a scrap of your meal, its head on your thigh, because this is your dearest Raphael.
Devils have delicious red eyes, but Raphael's human form has this just sweet pair of brown eyes, what is it, chocolate? They're gorgeous.
And his head can barely crane up high enough to look you in the eye, even when you're kneeling for him.
You huff, look away from him, but it's already too late. For the love of Tyr, Mystra, Ilmater, and the gods you'll never praise, why must he look so exquisite? With a deep sigh, you turn back to him, forgetting his delicateness as you place your wide palm over his tempting face. "Fine. Fine, my love, I will ask."
Raphael kisses your palm, lifting it off his face, and he smiles so nicely as he continues to pepper kisses along your burning knuckles. "Thank you," He says, spewing word upon word of his gratitude, "thank you, my love, I love you so much."
"Yeah, I know." You sigh once more, but you fold, leaning your head down to encase his head between your horns. "I love you too, my dear."
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chemical-underreaction · 1 year ago
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dirk <3< reader dirk <3< reader dirk <3< reader PLEASE
sure thing!! <3 sorry if this wasn't exactly what you wanted, but i had a lot of fun writing this!!
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DIRK STRIDER X READER (PITCH) HEADCANONS (*´∇`)┌θ☆(ノ>_<)ノ
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alright, let's be clear. dirk strider does *not* hate many things. he dislikes things, of course. he dislikes a lot of things.
but hate? hating things is too emotionally vulnerable for his tastes.
oh, but you?
he can make some exceptions for you.
you are a special, particular kind of pain in his ass.
there's two very different reasons why (i think) dirk would hate someone.
either they, as a person are in entirely direct conflict with him and get on his nerves in a major way - or, they're way too similar to him, and dirk does not like getting a mirror to his own behavior.
so more than likely, you'd fit into one of those two categories. i don't know you, though.
but regardless of what it is, you probably wouldn't have known for a while.
he didn't treat you.. differently? per say?
he was cold and cryptic and strange to everyone.
but with you, it seemed different. everyone told you it was just in your head. that dirk didn't have a problem with you, he was just like that.
but it was not.
dirk took so much pleasure in confusing you, getting one over on you. playing his little mind games.
granted, he is just kind of like that, but it's different. it was a lot more targeted, pointed - it wasn't purely in jest.
but, more importantly, it wasn't onesided.
you were not just a passive actor in this, oh no.
whatever you did, it was equally targeted to get on his nerves as much as possible.
there came a point where both of you, just for the sake of your fucked up little game, knew more about each other than even your mutual best friends did.
you'd torment each other with things, but you'd never bring anyone else into it or tell anyone things only the two of you knew. there was something of a code of honor. a trust fall system.
despite how much you disliked each other, you'd never actually do tangible harm to each other.
you just engaged in a prolonged battle of psychological warfare over your chat client.
eventually, it gets.. bizarrely flirtatious. not in a traditional way, no, but in a way that was still undeniably flirting.
you still hated him. he still hated you.
it continued regardless.
you two never.. officially got into a pitch relationship.
you're both human, after all. how would you know?
however, eventually, you were informed that your relationship with dirk sounded a whole hell of a lot like blackrom.
so, of course, you approach him about it.
neither of you know *enough* about quadrants to really call it.
but all the trolls have just been assuming it anyways, so you just shrug. by now, it's calling it what it is.
you and dirk have the mutual respect necessary for blackrom. and the mutual attraction.
needless to say, you have the "hate" aspect down.
alright, miscellaneous hc time.
he'll offer to teach you how to swordfight. he might only have done it so he could rock your shit, but he'll always patch you up after. and that little smile he gives when you first managed to get him back was pretty genuine.
just enjoys teaching you how to do his stuff in general. he'll tease you about sucking at it, but he'll actually be happy when you make progress. curse his tiny soft spot.
shows up in your house/wherever you live at random. also likes sneaking up on you whenever he sees you. the more you hate it, the more he'll do it.
he'll claim that you're more attracted to him than he is you - but that's a total lie. he's a little pathetic sometimes.
gets very flustered when you're better at him than something. anything. literally anything at all. why, exactly.. good luck getting that out of him.
actually gets genuinely upset if he goes too far with you in any way. it'll mess with him a lot, and he'll apologize profusely.
he cares about you, despite how annoying you are. despite how much he hates you, despite all of it. he cares about you a lot. and, in his own weird way, loves you.
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isawken · 2 years ago
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disco elysium and transmasculinity:
i don't want to be this kind of animal anymore
there is no such thing as an inherently masculine trait, only those which we have culturally prescribed to be masculine. muscular, tall, strong, stoic. self-destructive. repressive. angry. unhinged. violent. addictive.
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Disco Elysium markets itself with the tagline “what kind of cop are you?”. to put it bluntly: you get to choose what man you want to be. the actual gameplay mechanic is the game keeps track of your dialogue choices and, among other RPG things, neatly divvies them up into 4 main Cop Categories: Sorry Cop, Apocalypse Cop, Superstar Cop, Boring Cop. after some time establishing your identity you can branch off into 3 other copotypes: honor cop, art cop, and hobocop. These are all exactly what you think they would be.
a supremacist stands tall, immovable, shirtless, tattooed, in the way of one of your objectives, and if you let him he will tell you all the ways your body betrays your degeneracy. all the indulgences you make, with drugs and alcohol and sex, are allegedly clear as day written across your reddened swollen face. you are not a man. you are pathetic. a pair of women reassure his divine masculinity even when he admits his impotence. there’s no denying it: that’s one man of a man right there.
your former detective partner is an eternally scowling pockmark faced asshole. he approaches every interaction with you with a nice solid baseline of aggression. if you choose to put your points into something called “espirit de corps”, you get small vignettes of his previous actions. in one of them, it’s joked that you two are near-marital in your relationship. in some of them, he worries about you. muttering under his breath, mostly to himself, not unkindly. but he certainly never shows that to you face to face. 
two old men play pétanque outside every day by the sea. they have done this for years. they have known each other since they were kids. one is a fascist, the other a democratic socialst. if you’re nosy, you can go to the watchman’s post and find a picture of him, his socialist buddy, and a young woman whose attentions they supposedly both vied for. if you decide to become a fascist, the game gives you something more. your abilities Pain Threshold, Composure, Endurance, Volition, Conceptualization, and Inland Empire take turns showing you tiny slices of a truth viciously stamped beneath the heel of his brilliant boot. a love for his dear hated socialist. and when he dies, that socialist tells you the same. but they never told each other. never even came close. because how could you?
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harry dubois wakes up face down ass up covered in piss and vomit and full of foggy confusion after drinking himself into amnesia. he's tall, he's got giant arms, a proud beer gut, and he's self-destructed himself into literal oblivion. this pitiful bastard doesn't even remember his own name. the first person he encounters outside of the hotel room in which he fucked himself up beyond his limbic system’s reach tells him at some point during his bingeful weekend she heard him scream, "i dont want to be this kind of animal anymore". you don’t know why you said this. but after a while you have some pretty good guesses.
i could talk forever about the unique circumstances of growing up as a girl in modern western society. but i have nothing interesting to say that hasn't already been said much more eloquently. learning to hate my body, learning to be afraid, learning that you need to want to be consumed. the eternal unpacking of all the issues a patriarchal society burdens you with. it never ends. but i've at least reached a point where i've done my base legwork. i know the oppression i've fought. it is nameable. i have labeled each and every patriarchal burden like a so many papers in a filing cabinet. few are going in the shredder, but at least they're known. next to that filing cabinet, i have a big pile of loose papers slowly sliding off a desk with the word "masculinity" in neon lights flickering above them. i want to dive into those papers. but the thought of it fills me with such apprehension. i've always wanted masculinity. i've purposefully adopted affectations to make myself more stereotypically masculine. most are hilariously shallow, and not exactly innovative. i smoked camels for 8 years. i drink my coffee black. i picked up a nice little alcohol habit. i've shoved down more feelings than i would ever willingly admit in the hopes to appear unbothered. I’ve told myself to “man the fuck up” my fair share of times. none of it got rid of my hips or my tits or my anxiety or my painfully high pitched voice. i’ve quit smoking. i sometimes think i should start again for many reasons, but one is in the hope that my voice will drop. just one octave. at least. it’s silly, i know. believe me. i know.
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when harry drags his sorry ass out of that hotel room, he isn't free of his past. he has shadows in his mind reminding him of the things he's forgotten. shadows that still influence his views of masculinity. there is no way to truly escape the bitter leaden paint stuck to the inside of your mind so violently applied by our beloved patriarchal society. there is a hilarious dialogue option where, if you so choose, you can proclaim that you would never let anyone androgynous touch your hair. because the “others” (unnamed) would laugh at you. here we have a man who cant remember his own name, but he is certain that he absolutely cannot under any circumstances have a non-manly haircut for fear of mockery and rejection by his peers. how many coats of that leadened paint must have adhered to his poor, poor limbic system that even when he’s forgotten the concept of money, he still knows about the boundaries of masculinity.
 as harry tries to be a good person (or a fascist or a doom prophet or a disco superstar) he cannot really shake the pieces of himself that make him him. and he meets another bastion of masculinity, kim kitsuragi immeasurably measured, willful, and kind (for a cop), he helps you rediscover the world around you as you try to rewrite your tabula rasa'd self. he is firm, but nice. he lets you make your choices and mistakes. and he only stops supporting you when you start fucking up like, literally everything, and indulging in racism. naturally, there is a lot of fanart of them kissing, and yearning. both are beacons of masculinity, different sides of the same coin. where harry is physically imposing, kim is slight. where kim is calm cool and collected, harry will break down crying after a brief conversation with his necktie. but both are undeniably masculine. i mean, they’re cops after all. what more masculine profession is there?
as kind as kim is to you in your lowest possible state, it can be easy to overlook the ways in which he is not kind. when you tell him you think you really, seriously, need to go to the hospital, seriously kim i can't even remember my name i think i could have brain damage, kim responds with the equivalent of "walk it off" by encouraging you to start working on the case and see if that makes you feel better instead. it is in this light that you recognize which affectations of his are conscious posturing. his fitted jacket and trousers, matching the uniforms worn by air brigades in a past war. his careful collection of tools he keeps in his beloved kineema. his vast knowledge and care for the car itself. looked at in a certain different light- you know the one- you could see these traits being the result of a very careful construction. he found pieces of overt masculinity and decided to subsume them as a defense. a bolstering, a reinforcement of chosen masculinity.
there are so many different flavors of masculinity that the game offers you to experience and explore yourself. you decide whether to value them. you can follow in mister phenology’s footsteps and try to build yourself into a supremacist ideal. maybe that will make you happy. you can also chase after a barely-coded homosexual man, who makes you stutter in most available dialogue options. even if that may make you happy, you don’t get to pursue it. you can think for 20 hours about the "homosexual underground", but you can't join it yourself. you can however join fascism. interesting how harry is more susceptible to fascism than homosexuality. interesting to prod and poke at his masculine limits.
“what kind of cop are you” is a loaded question. harry is rebuilding himself from the ground up as a man. and how funny is it to learn that is inextricable from his profession.
what do you find inextricable from your gender? what of those traits make you happy? what of those traits make you want to throw your fucking shoe through a god damn window and punch the bathroom mirror and scream and scream and scream and scream?
i want to emerge from a hotel room, at my lowest point, and have the power to rebuild myself from scratch. i want a cool man who i maybe want to kiss guide me with a gentle yet firm hand. i want to have large arms, and a proud beer gut, and a stupid beard, and i want to destroy a hotel room and drink myself into a beautifully tragic state. i want to have non-political body hair. i want to get stared at for my gaudy tie and green snakeskin shoes instead of my tits. i want become a different kind of animal.
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dahliascophin · 1 month ago
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Johnny Cage and Kenshi x gn Reader (gang bang). Can do Bi Han instead of Kenshi if you’re more comfortable writing for Bi Han but preferably Kendoll if you can.
good for you i don't write bi-han well. Kenshi though? im drooling already.
Warnings: double penetration, sub!reader, mean!switch!Johnny, Soft!Dom!Kenshi, Impact play, Mocking/slight degradation, bisexual everyone(????)lol, Marking, Spit play? i think?, probably some other gross thing i'm forgetting to add here 😭
I would be honored to get destroyed by these two. enjoy!
How you ended up with Johnny fucking your throat and Kenshi folding your thighs into your chest- 9 inches deep- you'll never remember why- nor are you complaining.
- Kenshi's large inked hands behind you as he gropes your chest and kisses your neck with a feather light touch- praising you for handling Johnny so well as you sit with your legs spread and back pressed to Kenshi's chest....-and Johnny: Smacking your thighs everytime you try to push him away from eating you out and overstimulating you. Snipping mean mocks at your pathetic whiney moaning. "Aww.. what's wrong puppy? Too much? Too bad." Kenshi's contradictory statements in your ear sending your brain into a melted mindfuck state. "Good job sweetheart...can you be a good pet for us? slow yourself down, baby... quit squirming or else he'll just keep hitting you my love.." Johnny spilling your gross secrets to Kenshi, it's the least he can do since he invited him to fuck with you two. "If y'wanna grab their little throat and squeeze they might just melt out of your hand.. they're a fuckin' slut for that shit.." Kenshi's hand makes its way to your throat as he firmly squeezes, your smaller hands clawing at his arm with a mix of overstimulation from below and the fuzzy vision and lightheadedness from slowly losing oxygen. "Hm.. you were right, Johnny.. how cute is that?"
- Johnny giving Kenshi first dibs on fucking you, wanting to hear the sounds of your pretty moans against his thick cock anyways. landing you where you were now: head hung off the edge of Johnny's fancy bed with Kenshi fucking you slow and deep on the other edge of the bed. Johnny slipping his fat dick into your mouth, spitting on the base of his cock so that when it slips into your already drool filled mouth you get a taste of the cherry lolipop he was sucking on earlier. Johnny's pace is ruthless, a hand on your throat to squeeze his cock through your neck- drool running down your cheeks and hitting the floor by now, all while Kenshi is calculated and smooth. Kenshi's hands on the other hand? he's slapping your tits and making them all red, after Johnny confessed you liked pain he felt the need to test that theory out.
- Noticing how your cunt clenches at the pain and your muffled moans grow with pitch he continues to rain pain on your precious body, leaving pinch marks and scratches wherever he can. your body twitching and jolting, tears filling your eyes as your mind goes blank from being fuck into sheer stupidity from them. After they both cum and leave you splayed out and breathless as they rub your limbs and coo at how well you did for them both.. you out of breath- ask if they could try something... they look between eachother- already knowing what you want to ask.
- Which is where you are now: Crying into Kenshis chest while being sat ontop of Johnny, two dicks rubbing together inside your sore, sopping, puffy cunt. Kenshis strong steady hand rubbing tight circles into your clit while him and Johnny both moan and rock slowly into you. Johnny's overstimulated cock and body forcing him to tears as he moans and jolts at every thrust into you. Kenshi, who is kissing you softly as you weakly weep and whimper into his mouth, tasting your salty tears as you reach your peak and tense up...-
leaving you on a cliff hanger... cuz im evil 😵‍💫
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neko-naruto · 5 months ago
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not just unfortunate timing
summary: turns out suppressants can fail, Naruto learns this the hard way when it strikes him in the middle of a mission after trying to hide it from Sasuke and Sakura successfully for years
tags/warnings: omegaverse, fluff, hurt/comfort, Naruto's an omega Sakura and Sasuke are making sure he doesn't get fuckin' hurt, check Ao3 port for full
authors note: they make me go absolutely fucking insane your honor
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53140039
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"He's burning up, Sasuke! Don't be so combative," Sakura snapped at the rather aloof Uchiha who just scoffed.
"And you shouldn't be so loud, you'll hurt his delicate ears," He spits the words mockingly, throwing Sakura's overblown care for Naruto right back at her. And he can see that she can smell it on the air, he's shocked that Sakura hasn't dropped the H word to try and make him less snappy. They both know what's up with Naruto, the dumb little secret he's been trying to hide by rubbing pine needles and cedar on his clothing. Acting like he's one of them despite the fact they've already been through enough for them to know.
"Guys, it's fine- I'm fine," Naruto said as he stood up and started on his way past them, the two… Beta's of the group, as all Genin, Chunin, and Jonin must be aside from few exceptions for Alpha's. He snuck past the rules by nearly overdosing on suppressants at age twelve, and now he's in the middle of a mission entering heat.
His balance wavers as he makes his way out of the small room that he's been quarantined too until it passes over. Thankfully their mission was a somewhat stationary one with light travel, an escort mission, so they could bunk in a town till it's over. He feels his head go light before he starts to fall but he knows he isn't fainting. Both Sakura and Sasuke try to stop him, their Beta instincts won't allow them to let an Omega (or other Beta) get hurt even with Naruto holding Kyuubi's spirit.
"You're staying in this room until your heat is over, Naruto," Sakura ordered as sternly as she could, pressing a finger to his chest as she spoke, "It's for your own good."
Naruto just whimpered.
Sasuke hoists him up a little bit more, and he's heavy despite being smaller in every way, much denser with something or other. He ignores the pathetic little sounds crawling out of his teammate, "You heard her, it's final."
"Thanks, Sasuke," Sakura said, and she speaks so softly to Sasuke it strikes a couple chords for Naruto despite all the things the three of them have been through and done together.
He drops Naruto on the bed with some gentleness before throwing a blanket over him, "I'll go do the mission while you take care of him. Don't let him starve or dehydrate, he's… a valuable asset to our team," He brushes his hand across Naruto's head to see if he really is burning up, and he most definitely is. Higher than average, Sasuke wouldn't be shocked if this unfortunate event kills Naruto.
Naruto arches up into Sasuke, the one point where there's physical contact which is the back of a cool hand on his forehead, "But Sasuke-"
The Uchiha retracts his hand sharply, "Don't you dare expect any of that 'Beta's always take care of Omega's no matter what' bullshit from me, even if we're more than teammates," He snarls a bit as he speaks and Naruto shrinks back into the mattress.
This is gonna be a long week.
-/-/-/-
The brunt of it hits him on day three and leaves him even more bedlocked than before. His mind is utterly swamped, and his body aches and burns and he refuses to eat any of the food that his teammates bring him unless they're cramming it down for his own good. It's a miserable aspect of existence he's glad he's dodged for a considerably chunk of his lifetime. But now all that has caught up to due to him tripping as he runs from the worst part of his anatomy.
"You're gonna die if you don't drink any water," Sakura tried to coerce, holding the rim of the glass to Naruto's lips. And he reluctantly grabbed the cup and took a couple sips of the ice cold water that shocked his systems. He released a shudder at the cold relief rushing down his dry throat, it felt nice.
He places aside the glass and drops back down onto the bed, he's already partially sweat through fresh clothing he changed into not even six hours ago. He's pretty sure this is what he gets for being Kyuubi's vessel, another aspect of something that shattered his entire life and everything that could've come from it. His breathing is heavy as he gives a small, "Thanks."
"It's what I'm supposed to do, I gotta take care of my mates," Sakura answered with, "Are you hungry yet?"
Naruto shook his head, "I haven't been hungry this entire time, but you and Sasuke keep shoving food down my throat," He wants to curl up under the blanket but he knows that'll make things worse.
"Well considering you've been taking suppressants for your entire life this could kill you, you have no idea how luck you are that me and Sasuke are here," Sakura answered with as she sat down on the edge of the bed, Naruto tossed and turned until he was nestled up close to her. She gently placed a hand on his head, her fingers were ice cold in comparison to the temperature he's running at.
"Then where is he?" Naruto questioned as aggressively as he could manage.
"Doing the mission," Sakura answered with, "He'll be back soon, he better be back soon or else I'll tear him a new one."
Naruto stifles a laugh at Sakura's threat, "Thanks for taking care of me, pretty pathetic isn't it?"
"You still kick all kinds of ass, when it runs it's course we'll pick up on our mission again," Sakura said, "Promise."
-/-/-/-
"It's a trap," Sasuke declared as he tugged a shuriken out of his shoulder and held his palm on the wound.
"What do you mean by that?" Sakura demanded.
"I mean it's a trap, that asshole we're escorting set it all up, he spiked Naruto's suppressants when we breaked to sleep last week," Sasuke explained, "Now a bunch of Grass Ninja are jonesing for our hides, if we don't leave now we're fucked."
Sakura felt herself shatter into a million pieces just like that, fear shooting through to her very core, "What?"
"We need to go, we'll stuff his jacket with pine and the rest is in the hands of fate," Sasuke said, wiping down his bloodied hand on his clothing. He grabbed hold of Sakura's shoulders to ground her into reality, she's shaking, "He's going to be killed, he can't do shit until it passes through his system. It's chemically induced this time, he just needs to sweat it out and drink lots of fluids, if he doesn't it could keep going for weeks."
"So you're suggesting we drag him all the way back home even with his current condition?" Sakura asked.
They can't hear the door open and Naruto hobble over to the small kitchenette. But they can smell it the second he passes the final doorway over, he gives this nervous grin as they glance over too him, his hearing was weak and foggy at that, "What are you guys talking about? Is Sasuke okay?"
"I'm fine," Sasuke speaks firmly, "We need to go for it and get the hell out of here, you're gonna get hurt."
"I'm useless like this right now, I'm gonna get us killed," Naruto answered with as he hobbled ever closer to Sasuke and Sakura, again, they both rush over to help him in his weakened state. His legs shake and he revels in the coldness of their touch, leaning into each of them equal amounts.
Sasuke holds onto him tight, tighter than expected or usual considering his average bluntness and sharpness towards his mates, "Our escortee spiked your suppressants, you'll be through the heat sooner than later. It's a trap, Naruto, they want to get you when your weak, which is why we need to go."
Sakura held up Naruto who was being thrown for a couple loops at the new knowledge, "It'll be fine, Naruto."
"I'm leading them right too us," He whispers the words, "I should've known better than to become a Shinobi."
Sasuke wraps his hands in Naruto's messy hair and yanks for a brief second to pull him back down to reality. He yelps and glares up at the ravenette, "Don't fucking say that, that's bullshit, this is a fluke."
Naruto nodded as Sakura rubbed circles on his back, "Right, a fluke, an inconvenience," He nuzzles the side of his face against Sasuke's arm and he freezes up just a bit even though he does enjoy the affection.
-/-/-/-
Day five and they're further away from the village, and the worst of it has passed but the clinginess still lingers with the slightest fog. He still shakes when he walks and he just wants to be with both of his mates whenever he can manage even though they're on a semi-constant vigil while he waits for the chemicals to flush through him. But oh man does he ever enjoy a bath in ice cold water after being so shaky and mentally weakened to remember to change his clothes.
He can actually not feel like he's burning up as cold water washes across every single inch and washes away his troubles just like that. He dunks his head and he can think clear for a very brief moment before all the blood flow heats up his head again and removes perfect cognitive function. He doesn't want to get out of the rushing water unless he absolutely has too and he doesn't even start trudging to the rocky edge of the river until the cold starts to bite too deeply into his skin.
He's shivering as he walks across the moss and grass covered ground, he shakes himself down like a dog. That comfortable sensation still resides in his bones as he towels down with a t shirt he grabbed before leaving. He's more than lucid enough to start a fire, wearing naught but a pair of boxers and a jacket tied around his waist so he doesn't heat up too fast. He tosses the bundles of logs into a small circle of rocks, he debates on wasting the chakra he's still burning through impossibly for a fire jutsu to light it up before deciding to just go for it.
He still has to wait for either Sakura to return with food, red meat to help both him and Sasuke restore the chakra that they've been burning through. Sasuke because he spent a couple nights in the village fighting off every single ninja sent their way and never had a chance to recover it naturally while they were running. Naruto because of the heat that was never supposed to hit him in the first place.
Just a couple more days and he'll be fine, they'll be able to go back their and pulverize the boss that sent those poor Chunin after them. Until then Naruto's just trying his hardest to not lose it entirely as the rush of the heat flows through him.
Sasuke arrives first, dropping down from the branches above and landing with a small flourish. He sends a couple extra sparks of fire jutsu to fire to give it some extra pep and he feels his eyes go blurry just a bit. He take a seat beside Naruto, one leg outstretched and the other hitched, "Have a nice bath?"
Naruto laughed, "It was great! I haven't enjoyed some cold water in what feels like years."
"It's been five days," Sasuke said as he rolled his eyes.
"Do you know where Sakura is?" Naruto asked, "I'm starving."
"Don't be so whiny, idiot," Sasuke chided.
-/-/-/-
Naruto falls asleep nestled between Sasuke and Sakura perfectly, a third piece of an incomplete puzzle that he didn't expect to fit into considering their ranks. But he's thankful that they're both there for him, for him to lean and for him to boost ever further into their strengths. He finds himself with his back partially pressed against Sakura's torso, her arms wrapped gently at his waist, most of Sasuke rests atop Naruto, splayed with one arm to reach his other mate. Although they usually wake up in different spots than they fall asleep, twisting and turning and tangling further with each other.
It's a knotted mess of limbs and comfort alike, but when Naruto finds himself blinking awake, trapped underneath Sasuke and held close by Sakura, he doesn't have any complaints on the matter. He snakes a hand around Sasuke's torso to hold onto him and leans back his head to nuzzle the side of his face against Sakura's. He can feel Sasuke start to shift awake along with Sakura but they fall asleep again rather promptly, sliding around to get comfortable and tossing Naruto's weight onto Sasuke instead.
Naruto whispers out a meek, "Love you guys," It's spoken on a whisper and they're both stuck in a state of mostly asleep they shouldn't be able to hear it.
But they both mumble it back regardless.
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