#uncaring manner in the public

[thermodynamicequilibrium]

It's been a day and I am still not over the way jorge and aleix acted yesterday like was all that really necessary ?

[mimisplayground]

Sunday was an awful, awful angel. He was cruel, uncaring, and he had a stupid smile on his face all the time. Like he thought he was better. Like he KNEW he was better.

And watching the people around you begin to whisper awful things about you. About how Sunday had told them you were a wicked, mean person. You couldn’t help but feel a sinking feeling of despair. How were you meant to face this? He was a public figure, one of absolute authority and power that you could never hope to speak against.

So you go to him with tears in your eyes, asking how you could have ever possibly made him view you as so awful and wicked. “You’re undignified, unruly, quite honestly a bit airy in the head, and mouthy. Is that enough reason?” He smiles at you the entire time, tilting his head at the end of the question while watching fat tears roll down your cheeks.

“How do I… fix that…” you mutter through hiccups and sniffles, almost crying more when he coos at you and gives you a hug. Petting your hair as you went to full blown sobs. “It’s ok, just listen to what I tell you to do. I’ll always guide you properly. It’s not your fault you’re so stupid.”

He had sent you on your way, and the rumors and awfulness of those around you only got worse. You went from lazy to attention whore in their eyes. Clinging to Sunday and every word he speaks like gospel. Without so much as an approving glance your way.

You would cry awfully, not able to talk to those around you and not wanting to confront the man who had deemed you as a vile person again.

And you grew angry, though with that the talk got nastier. How awful you were. Being called for an audience with Sunday only for him to berate you for twenty minutes until you were a sniveling mess again was just awful.

In fact, the talk only seemed to vanish when you clung impossibly close to the man. In his quarters everyday, bringing him teas and snacks and not bothering to pay attention to the others.

It was easier that way. When you paid attention to the others you always found them saying awful things about you. When you were with Sunday it was like none of those rumors existed. And so you were like a personal assistant, telling people when he wanted an audience with them, bringing him foods and drinks, organizing things for him, anything he asked.

It wasnt hard to fall into the routine either. He was such a kind guy, he only ever told you when you did something wrong afterall. Your posture, your manners, your tone, what you were wearing, things like that. And you would always change it to fit how he said you were best. Because clearly he knew best.

He was handsome too, easy to look at. So of course it wasn’t long until you fell into his bed.

Sunday was a selfish lover. He would make sure you finished of course. But everything he did was with his own entertainment at mind.

Leaving you overstimulated and limp by the end of most nights. But he kissed you so sweetly afterwards, wiping you down and cuddling up to you. The next morning you would be pawing at him again, begging for more once again.

You were selfish in your own ways too. Sunday never seemed to mind when you were sat next to him, gripping his arm and glaring at whoever had come around to talk to him. How you would refuse to talk to them and bury yourself further into the man as he would laugh and apologize for your behavior with a dismissive attitude.

You don’t even really know when you began living with him.

Somewhere between his hand stuffing your face into some pillows as he calls you a mangy stupid mutt and the times where he thrusts into you slow and sensual while saying it was fine that you were stupid, because you were his.

Because you are his. No one else could ever fuck you the way he does. With a calm smile and a feral look in his eyes, pounding into you and rubbing your nipples. Sucking your neck and biting his claim all over you. And you babble insistently about how amazing he is. How perfect he is, how much you adore him as you pet his hair back and out of his face while he pounds you into a mating press.

He calls you a stupid little doll. A pretty pet. A cute accessory. Leaves you fucked out and drooling and laughs, making a comment about how he didn’t know you could get any dumber.

But it’s ok that you’re dumb. Because you’re his.

Forever and always.

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AN ACTUAL FULL FLESHED FIC??? FROM ME??? WOAH….

also hes TOXIC pls do NOT idolize him… anyways hes my idol :3 hope you all enjoyed lemme know what u want nexf!!

[susansontag]

I sort of feel like the fact the woman in anatomy of a fall fits certain stereotypes typically exploited in court and in public perception for negative effect / to make us mistrust her is one of the reasons why I don't actually think she killed her husband (though the film does leave the truth deliberately ambiguous). by this I mean she's a bisexual woman in a tense and crumbling marriage who has had affairs, she's quite straightforward and 'cold' in her manner as opposed to overly people pleasing and forthcoming emotionally, she will defend herself in argument with her husband without qualm or an attempt to claim blame for things she doesn't believe she's culpable for, etc etc.

her husband calls her icy and uncaring, the prosecution accuse her of seduction of an attractive female journalist, and she continues to not let up in court and to fight her corner. and after having conversations with people, including men, after watching, I wonder how many people in the audience, especially men, realise that these are common tropes used against women in the legal system to incriminate them. women are punished much more for being promiscuous and straightforward than men are in comparable situations, and this is why these tropes are played up as being so indicative of guilt in the first place. but interestingly it's the inclusion of all of these stereotypes that make me think we're probably supposed to believe that she is innocent, or at least that makes me think so, in spite of the use of tropes made to suggest she's incapable of loving her husband properly or feeling the correct amount of sorrow over his death.

but anyway, that's just my two cents. I'm actually really interesting in hearing from others whether they think she killed him or not!

[dark-konohagakure2]

sephiroth forcing himself on a girlie thats too shy to talk to him?

tw: noncon, power imbalance, size difference, humiliation, degradation, semi-public sex, misogyny, victim blaming, verbal abuse

All characters depicted are 18+

Sephiroth is well aware of his little fanclub of swooning fangirls who are all head over heals in love with him, he doesn't hate it, but he certainly doesn't like it either, he treats their existence with the same passive indifference that one would treat ants on a sidewalk, uncaring if they are there or not, Sephiroth has about as many love confessions under his belt as he does inches of hair on his head, but none of these women interest him very much.

That is the case for a while until his keen senses pick up on someone following him, he initially assumes it's just Hojo coming to pester him again, or Zack coming to ask him more idiotic questions, but instead he catches a glimpse of a girl peeking at him from around the corner, only to quickly hide when he turns around. Being a trained SOLIDER from birth, Sephiroth immediately assumes hostile intent from her, what other reason would she have to follow him whilst concealing her presence?

He'll almost immediately confront her, although not in a brutish manner, no, a man like Sephiroth is one to use cold intimidation over such savage tactics. He'll corner the little spy rather quickly, placing his gloved hand on the wall next to her head as he asks her what exactly she thinks she's doing. He'll watch as she flounders about like a fish on land, struggling to get a single word out as her face turns a bright red, that when Sephiroth will notice a very interesting looking note clutched to her chest.

Sephiroth will pluck the note from her hands the moment he sees it, holding it out of her reach with his superior height, ignoring her protests and pleas as he begins to read it, sneering at the flowery words and shoddy handwriting, it's pitiful how little effort she put into confessing her silly feelings to one as important as Sephiroth. He'll make it clear that her little crush is nothing but delusional wishful thinking, but that won't stop him from taking advantage of it, and of her.

"Oh... How cute. Did you really think a few scribbles on paper would be enough to win me over? How pathetic. But I suppose I can give you what you so clearly want..."

He'll pay no mind to her protests as he rips her shirt open right on the spot, Sephiroth doesn't see why she's protesting, she said she likes him, and now she doesn't? Are all woman this indecisive? Sephiroth has never really understood women, or men either for that matter, he's always had trouble understanding those beneath him, but none of that matters to him now, all that matters is giving this cute little stalker exactly what she deserves.

Sephiroth isn't gentle with her at all, it's just not in his nature to treat anyone with kindness, not even an innocent young woman who's only crime is having a crush. He'll cover her mouth with a large leather clad hand as his hips snap into her's from behind, fucking her just around the corner of the hallway and in the blind spot of the many security cameras in Shinra's hallways.

Despite forcing her to be silent, Sephiroth won't do the same, instead he'll whisper venomous insults into her ear, telling her that she's no different than his other admirers, that this is the most attention any man would deign to give her, and how this is what she wanted from him, so she should be grateful, he's practically a saint for humoring her pitifully misguided affection towards him, an affection that definitely won't replace after this encounter, instead being replaced with fear.

He'll be finished with her rather quickly, as if his body itself is in a hurry to be done with her, Sephiroth won't care if he cums directly inside her, even if he doesn't knock her up, she should be grateful for his attention and his seed, he doesn't give that to just anyone, only the shy little brats who don't know how to talk to people like a big girl.

"Hmpf, I have no more use for you. Now go back to your little hovel like a good girl, unless you want more of my attentions, that is..."

Sephiroth will watch her leave without another word, showing faint amusement at the sight of her limping away, her pussy leaking his semen as she does. He finds her very amusing, in fact he might even consider using his high standing in Shinra to get her alone again.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Sugar & Spice (Spoiled)

In which Jungkook might be spoiling you a lot- but he's also more than capable of reminding you of your manners if his love gets to your head.

Tags/Warnings: Raccoon Hybrid!Reader x Idol!Jungkook, established relationship, opposites attract because I love that concept, are you tired of my hybrid stories yet because I'm not, fluff, romance, smut, jealous koo, slice of life, ddlg themes

Chapter length: short

Other content: Intro, calm

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"Don't you think he's.. babying her a bit too much? I mean, she's technically not even that much younger than him.." Namjoon wonders to Seokjin next to him, everyone on break right now after practice.

Both he and his older bandmate are currently watching the youngest Idol of the group lay on his back in the middle of the dance hall they use to practice in, the singer uncaring of any eyes on him as he has you laid out on his stomach, playing around with your ears.

"Even if he does, it's not our business." Seokjin shrugs, setting his water bottle down. "He's old enough to make those choices, and she seems more than happy with the way he treats her." The oldest singer responds, smiling as Jungkook adjusts your collar around your neck, fingers turning the identification marks to look at them fondly.

"I know.." Namjoon sighs. "I just- I don't know. It's still a little odd seeing him bring her along so much. I guess I never really saw them interact so much." He explains, and Jin nods.

The oldest had looked after you multiple times throughout the years Jungkook has had you- So to him, there's nothing odd about seeing you around the singer. He's gotten used to it, knows you and him and most of all your relationship fairly well- but what Namjoon said is true. Only recently has the singer decided to openly bring you along to schedules and meetings, considering that the management had revealed you to the public in a controlled manner. Now that there's nothing to fear anymore when it comes to Jungkook's Livestreams for example, he's clearly more than eager to have you around as much as he can now.

But while he, and Jin, and Taehyung all know you very well, and know how you both act and behave around one another, to the rest of the band, it's still very much a new sight.

Jungkook however doesn't notice the glances and stares at all it seems, as he wraps his arms around your middle, your body heavy but not uncomfortable on top of his own. "You wanna take a bath together when we come home later?" He wonders, watching how you rest the side of your head now on his chest.

"Hmhm." You hum affirmative, making him chuckle.

"You tired?" He asks, and you nod again, stretching your legs a little. "So all you're doing when I'm at work is napping? What a lazy bear, sleeping while I work my ass off!" He teases, fingers suddenly attacking your sides, making you squeak in surprise. He can hear some staff and Seokjin laugh in the background as you roll away from him playfully, leading to the Idol crawling after you, catching you easily as he pulls you in, hugging you tightly.

"Alright you two, lets get back to work." Jin claps, making Jungkook audibly whine, but comply- albeit not without teasingly smacking your butt as you get up to walk away from him back to your spot at the side. Taehyung gently pets your head as he walks past you, and the others also share some glances with you before they continue to work on their choreography.

It's later that they see a more relaxed and mature side of the youngest, as he carefully carries you to the car, completely in control and aware of everything- from the obvious like your jacket and bag, to the more smaller details like the fact that he needs to wake you up in the car or you'll get a headache later.

And later, back home and away from prying eyes, Jungkook relaxes with you in his arms, warm and tired after some rather heated bath time. "Jungkookie?" You wonder, mumbled more or less into his chest, as he hums. "Do you think I bother the others at work?" You ask, and he shrugs.

"Don't think so." He answers, voice already a bit raspy from his tiredness. "You're not in the way for all I know. And I like having you around me more these days." He tells you, pressing a kiss to the side of your face. "Don't worry about that, alright?" He tells you, and you nod.

"You think they like me?" You ask, yawning and making him laugh.

"Not as much as I do." He says, tangling his legs with yours. "Cause I love you most." He hums.

"Maybe I love you more though?" You ask, and he playfully turns to bite at your neck, making you laugh.

"Are you talking back at me right now, you brat?" He growls, and you simply nuzzle back into his neck, clearly submissive at his tone of voice. "Now sleep, we can be lazy tomorrow all we want." He reminds you, and you nod, letting yourself fall asleep with his hand lazily running over your back-

only stopping when he himself starts to dream alongside you as well.

[brotherwtf]

you know how in the train scene bucky just goes ‘same’ how’d you think he’d react if they were still back in thorpe abbots or if he was still the ‘old’ john

anon that train scene destroyed me (sobs into my hands)

I think back at Thorpe Abbotts, Gale was a little more reserved with his emotions while John was louder and more public. I don't think Gale would have said something like that if he hadn't gone through the trauma of being shot down and thinking he would lose John forever. He's more vulnerable now, and is willing to show his belly to John now that they're back together and bonded through the trauma of the Stalag. It's horrible, though, to see bright and happy John mentally break and only being able to utter "same" to Gale basically confessing his love to him.

I think if it was Bucky at Thorpe Abbotts and Gale confessed something like that, he would be absolutely giddy. He would rib Gale at first, call him a sap and a loser, but when the words would actually sink in he feels like shouting from the rooftops. He probably would bark a laugh or shout when Gale would say something like that, probably bring him into a rough embrace and be laughing with victory the entire time. He might even just kiss Gale right there in front of everyone to see, uncaring what everyone else thinks because Gale loves him.

If it was a little more somber, Bucky would probably return the sentiment. He would probably touch Gale in a friendly manner, either a hand squeezed to his shoulder or bring him into a tender embrace, and just hold onto Gale. He might mention how terrified he was when he heard that Gale got shot down, and say how absolutely elated he felt when Gale was alive. He would encourage Gale, promising that they're going to get through it together, that they're going to live. He might pull Gale into the crook of his neck and hold him there, comforting each other in the horrors of war.

This was very interesting anon! it always makes me so sad to think about how much Bucky had changed because of the Stalag, but he no doubt still cares about Buck the same as he did before.

[iblameashley]

Friental - My Personal Friend Rental

Civilian | Male | Gay

1,637 words Content: No warnings. First meeting at a coffee shop.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley | Male/GN Reader

!!!SFW!!!

You met him on Friental, a friend renting app. All you knew was he went by 'Si' on the app. It was a risk, but he piqued your interest, and what was the worst that could happen?

(Thanks to @loneghostwolf for permission to use this image)

You sat in the cafe, in the far back corner booth thumbing at your phone screen. It was almost time to meet this 'Si' person. You had met him on 'Friental' and he had requested a meeting in person. You didn't know much about him. Fuck, you didn't know anything about him. Job? Classified. Hobbies? Classified. Real name? Very fucking Classified. He gave you 'Si.' and nothing more to go on.

“He's a serial killer.” you mumbled to yourself with a smile.

You sipped at your coffee, the bitter taste coating your mouth. It was terrible. It was burnt and old. This place was Si's suggestion, so you worried about what else he would enjoy.

You let out a sigh and decided to pull up the Friental app and review your conversation with him. Brush up on his set of rules you had to abide by in order to make this partnership work.

1. Non-intrusive presence: You are to maintain a conversation in an unobtrusive manner, allowing me to engage with you as I feel necessary. Do not expect much engagement. 2. Respectful silence: If I tell you to stop talking, you will. We will sit in silence until the end of our appointment. 3. Confidentiality: Any sensitive information or personal experiences shared will be protected. Due to my line of work being classified, there will likely be little exchange of information on my end. 4. Mutual understanding: You should learn to comprehend my unspoken cues and nuances, know when to stop.

5. Masked Encounters: I will always wear a mask during our meetings, whether in public or private settings. This precaution is non-negotiable. You will not ask about it.

6. No Physical Contact: To ensure mutual respect and personal boundaries, no physical contact would be allowed during our interactions. This rule includes but is not limited to handshakes, hugs, or any form of touch. Maintaining a respectful distance will be paramount to the continuation of our arrangement.

“Yep. Definitely a serial killer.” you laugh.

A few moments later your table was darkened by a looming shadow. A masked man stool silently over you. He was dressed in a dark hoodie and jeans, his unruly hair poking out at the sides. He had dark circles under his eyes and looked absolutely drained.

You smiled, and your arm moved offer your hand. You jerked it back down to the table quickly.

“Not even ten seconds and I nearly broke rule five.” You said with an awkward chuckle. “Si, I assume?”

Simon nodded. “We have an hour and a half, correct?”

“We do.” You reply, motioning for him to take a seat.

He surveys the cafe and the booth. When he seems satisfied, he shuffles into the seat. His hands are shoved in his hoodie pockets and he just stars at you.

“Rule two and four already?” you joke. A curl forming at the sides of you lips.

Simon doesn't respond. He simply stares at you with his enormous, and pure brown eyes. He doesn't come off as cold or uncaring, he seems to be sizing you up. You wonder if he's not used to talking to people. You wonder if its anxiety, a few of your other clients do.

“Want to order anything?” You ask.

He shakes his head.

“At the risk of ruining this partnership right out of the gate, the coffee here is shit and you should be ashamed you asked me here.”

Simon let out quiet chuckle from under his mask. “That so, yeah?” He raised an eyebrow. “Never said you had to order a drink.” His voice was keep. It reminded you of walking over gravel in thick, heavy boots.

“Fair point, mate.”

You shift the coffee cup around in you hand.

“Not much to go on with you,” you start. “No career, hobbies, favourite movies, or anything on your profile. So I have to ask... do you just want to sit in silence?”

Simon gives his head a subtle shake. “Talk to me, about anything.”

“I started out on the other end of Friental.” You admit. “I didn't really have any friends, so I spent most of my time alone. It started to weight on me. I figured 'what the hell', and signed up for the site.” You stop long enough to take a sip of your coffee. You forgot how bad it was already.

After flagging down a waitress and ordering an affogato and water, you resume your thrilling story.

“Honestly. It was shite. Garbage. I hated at least ninety percent of the people I met. I thought I could do better.” You admit with a bit of cockiness.

Simon placed his arms on the table, clasping them in a fist. You assumed this meant he was warming up to you, more comfortable around you. But he still just stared silently. He was going to be putting your claims of doing better to the test.

“Besides,” You said. “The extra income is welcome. My job isn't bad... but could always use a little more in my savings.”

The affogato arrived with the water and you were pleased to find they could at least make this drink correctly. Or at the very least, mask the mistakes with the ice cream.

“I actually like being on the other end. And not just for the money. I've met some interesting people, I keep a small list of clients that I have really hit it off with.”

You take a few more drinks of the affogato. Its bittersweet and creamy. It almost feels like this meeting. You've never floundered on a first meeting, and you're concerned this will be the first.

Taking you by surprise, Simon speaks up again.

“What do you like about them? People.”

“Rule three, I'm afraid. I can't give out their personal information either, so I'll have to keep it vague.”

Simon seemed to drink your words in. If you actually knew the man, you'd think he was impressed, or at the very least, respectful of your dedication to upholding rules. Even if they were for other people.

He gave another nod. “Understood.” he said gruffly.

“Well, one of them loves plants. Their flat is layered in them. I've never been there, but they shared photos of them with me. Told me all about them.”

You think for a minute.

“And another client is an encyclopedia. You have a question, he has an answer. Its actually rather impressive...” You have to take a moment to muse about that client. He liked to talk. You were in his position now, and 'Si' was you. You couldn't help but grin.

“I remember he spent a whole meeting just telling me about fossils. I just sat there wide-eyed as he flooded me with information. Took a few days for my brain to process it all. Very nice lad, but his need to tell you everything is sometimes off-putting to other people. Its a shame really, if people had more patience, they'd see how fun and interesting he really is.”

As the hour wore on, Simon did seem to relax to your presence. He maintained on high alert to his surroundings, though. Any unusual sound or movement caught his attention, and you could visibly see him tense until he confirmed there was no threat.

To ease the tension, you decided to ask him a ridiculous question.

“So, Si.” You leaned back in the seat and relaxed your shoulders. “If you were reincarnated as an animal, what animal would you be?”

His head jerked back at the question, and you could see the gears in his head turning. He was completely baffled by the question, but chose to play along.

“Wolf.” He said with confidence.

You must have smiled a little too wide, or maybe the laugh you thought you suppressed wasn't so suppressed after all.

“You disagree?” He tone was steady, calm, but somehow still annoyed.

“I wouldn't say 'disagree' so much as... I could picture something else.”

Simon stares at you. His eyes dance with light as he tries to burrow his way into your brain.

“A bird.” You finally say. “More specifically, a predator bird. Eagle, or Anhinga, maybe a Condor.”

You can see him huff under the mask as it pulses out. You have no idea if he took that as a compliment of not. But he's still sitting there, drilling his sight into your head. Maybe he's trying to kill you with his thoughts.

You spend that last part of your appointment with him explaining why you thought of those birds for him. You leave out the reason for the Condor was of its size. Its large, like him.

You were still talking when your phone's alarm went off, Simon's as well. The appointment was over now. Simon scooted out of the booth after shutting off the alarm. He gave you a firm nod and left.

“Good meeting you.” You called.

He left the cafe and out of your sight.

You sat there in silence for a moment. This was the most unusual meeting you had, but you were still alive. 'For now.' You jokingly thought.

Despite his seemingly cold demeanour, he never gave off the feeling that he posed any harm. He was just a quiet person.

Your phone dinged. You pulled it out of your pocket and pulled up the notification. It was from 'Si.' Opening it, you saw that he had already requested a second appointment. You stared at the screen in shock, positive you had ruined this meeting. You click accept and send him your calendar of available dates. The ball is in his court now.

You're curious to see where this will go.

[flooftyfizzlebeans]

Theory on why we headcanon specific characters as trans more often than others, using the Fizzlebeans as evidence.

Identity based character arcs vs... other stuff based character arcs.

Warning this is EXTREMELY LONG

Starting by analyzing Floofty, as they are my expertise.

Floofty is a scientist with no help, no funding, and ambitious plans. They come across as cold and uncaring, when in reality much of their shortsightedness comes from caring too much. Not for those closest to them directly, of course. But the greater good, and grumpuskind as a whole.

Their previous line of work suggests that when they had more resources, they spent more time helping individuals. Making prosthetics is a HIGHLY variable process, each individual limb that needs one being EXTREMELY different, even on the same person. Therefore they would need to be attentive towards individuals by necessity, even when making scientific breakthroughs. I don't think they'd have amazing bedside manner but I only bring this up to stress that Floofty is capable and willing to care for others should the situation call for it. However, they probably don't feel like they can afford to care after the events that cost them.... everything.

I assume they got their awesome career position through work during school, proving themself academically in a way that their.... abrasive characteristics wouldn't interfere with. Now that they have nothing, they're trying to get it back the same way they got it, by proving themself through actions.... but who they are and how people perceive them is directly responsible for their lack of help on Snaktooth. Actually, who they are likely made it near impossible to rebuild their reputation when inevitably grumps will think they are either chopping test subjects up to make murder machines or a confidentiality liability. They think their work should speak for itself, and who they are shouldn't matter. (They might even believe that they don't matter. It's already clear that their work is worth more to them than their own life.)

Realizing what they mean to others, who they could be to them when they let go of the big picture importance, and how they can help like they so desperately want to is integral to saving them. Let them forget that they are in fact, a grumpus, the very thing they want to save, and they might as well become what they study. Bugsnax.

...

Snorpy, however, as I've stated, is pretty much the opposite. Where Floofty rejects themself, Snorpy protects himself.... prepare for a staggeringly less complete analysis thanks to Not Literally Being Snorpy. Snorpies and Snorpy experts in the notes please contribute.

Snorpy is an engineer whose inventions are held in great esteem in Snaxburg, and yet he believes the world is out to get him. (By the world I mean... the grumpinati) The grumpinati is, in fact, not out to get him, and it takes incredible amounts of jumping to conclusions fueled by intense fear for anyone to shrink their world that small.

It's implied by his previous work that he was previously much more capable of... interacting with the public? being seen? than he is now. Like I mentioned, constructing prosthetics requires a lot of individual time and care, and a lot of interacting with many different grumpuses. But now? He is driven by fear. I can't even blame him, he's clearly deeply traumatized. How would you feel if your life's work was taken and warped for something you found cruel and evil all while you still depended on them for your livelihood? And you already probably had some sort of anxiety disorder?

Moving on, he is actually able to work perfectly fine. In fact, nearly every grumpus is seen using something he invented at least once? Despite inventions like The Knife Shot and flammable tripwire moments he's well liked by the town and everyone trusts his work to... work. But he's so absorbed by his own perceptions that it's impossible for him to take praise or even socialize without suspicion.

Even the relationship he holds most dear, and integral to what we call "Snorpy" is up in the air for him. I can only imagine he didn't ask for clarification or confess to his romantic feelings towards Chandlo out of fear. Fear of what exactly I can't say, as it's probably every possible factor that that course of action would change.

And... well. His main problem is never solved. Shelda is right, he needs therapy. Extensive therapy. But... he still improves. Part of why he does all of this is to protect Chandlo, and hide all of this from him... but after fighting Daddy Cakelegs it becomes a lot more clear to Snorpy that Chandlo is trying to protect him and knows a lot more than he gives him credit for. He's a lot closer to and more equal to Snorpy. Snorpy doesn't have to spend and sacrifice every fiber of his being to the bugsnax to protect who he loves.

That being said, who he is has nothing to do with his character arc. He's Snorpy, he's a nerd, he is an engineer. None of this is brought into question. Floofty's very status of "grumpus" is called into question through their experiments. (on an esoteric level. kinda. bugsnax are weird.)

What they share is their interactions with other grumpuses and how important actually letting themselves connect with others is... but that's something Everyone shares at least a little.

How does this relate to transgender headcanons? Floofty's arc features their identity very heavily, and calling the identity of the self into question is extremely transgender. Sometimes the definition of transgender. At the very least, a part of the process. (everyone is different)

That's why I think Shelda, Chandlo, and Wiggle are so popular for trans headcanons despite not necessarily doing anything outside their gender's norms. Their arcs heavily have to do with who they are and how their actions reflect that. Gramble and Triffany have a little bit of this but I can't rule out their gender non-comformity as the reason.

Of course, everyone is transgender to at least one person in the fandom because there's nothing proving anyone is cis and this fandom is very very queer.

[hanasnx]

Kinktober: House of Amateurs - S1E6

MINORS DNI 18+

SUMMARY: october 6th | behind the scenes | the daring interviewer, zena daren, isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty and advertise krayt house’s first full-length pornographic series. the new frontier of breaking through this industry’s stigma is a challenge she’s up to face. joined by any member of the cast that’ll lend their mouth to the microphone, zena wants to know the answers to questions the people are too afraid to ask. WC: 0.5k | CHARACTERS: anakin skywalker, zena daren (oc) WARNINGS: no reader | adult film au | spoilers: episode 2 | mentioned: sexual content, adult film industry

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“So, this is your first shot at a series, right?” Zena makes conversation, beginning with something light as she coolly crosses one leg over another in her pencil skirt.

Anakin, who sits across from her in casual attire, gently signals a single nod of his head with a long blink. It’s not the first time she’s encountered the legendary Anakin Skywalker, but his body language never ceases to surprise her. From way he acts on camera, and his well-endowed features, his posture here is remarkably flaccid.

She flips the pen in her hand, gripping the edge of her clipboard as she adjusts in her seat, engaging with him. “What made you take the job?”

He flashes a downturn of his lips, scratching the side of his nose. “Money. Needed a job.”

Zena raises her brows, his crude sense of humor— if it is humor— landing on her enough to curl the corners of her mouth. “This series is practically built around you, I’d imagine the kind of person to warrant that attention would be well-off, don’t you?”

“If that’s what you think.” he shrugs.

“You wanna know what I think?” Zena goads.

His expression shifts mild encouragement, gesturing with his hand to go on.

Zena pushes up her glasses by pinching the frames, eyeing him down through her brows. “You care more than you let on. Your platform is built, Mr. Skywalker, but your co-stars are relatively new to the scene. You’re using this and your name to give them publicity.”

He takes his time in moistening his lips, leaning back in his chair to hook the crook of his elbow over the back of it. Those famous, storming eyes bore into hers, yet neither she nor he wavers. He repeats himself, “If that’s what you think.”

Clearly, it’s a dead-end. He’s not one to crack, and she’s not sure which is the fake. His porn-star persona, or the uncaring personality who sits before her now. She chews the corner of his mouth, and moves on. She’ll get him to open up in other ways. “You know me, I have to be candid.” she warns as she relaxes into her seat.

“I prefer it.”

“This last week of episodes, which was your favorite to film?”

“I liked the girls in the shower.” he replies, his nonchalance towards subject matter most would find distasteful is appreciated. He won’t beat around the bush. His intense gaze holds her as he relays those words, and she sees why his co-stars often describe him as “intoxicating.” There’s a sensuality she can’t describe to his features, and his eyes draw her in. “I like when the attention’s on me.” Does he really?

“There was a lot of passion during foodplay.”

“Are you talking about how I ate cake from her mouth?” The way he says it betrays the fact he’s not ashamed, but he’s heard enough about that detail.

A smile tugs its way onto Zena’s features. “That’s the one.”

“What can I say?” he sighs, crossing his arms. Thick tendons folded together in a most pleasing manner. He’s got a beautiful body, and he seems proud of it. “The scene runs away with me sometimes.”

[possessionisamyth]

Wondering how many bodies donated to science that umbrella took despite other research facilities deeming the cadavers unsuitable.

How much more serious did the organ donation process become after every outbreak?

What about blood donations? Did they add a rule barring outbreak survivors?

What's the general stigma around being an outbreak survivor? Does the general public pity or admire them like they survived a war zone, or do they judge them with vitriol and the fear they could turn at any second? Would the possible fear of them be reliant on where they survived like people from Raccoon get more sympathy than people from other countries?

Fake news broadcasts and conspiracy theorists behave in what manner to all this information? Who are their scape goats? Who's silenced and how?

How do pharmaceutical companies deal with regaining the public's trust after one of their higher up members is revealed to be misusing their facilities for terrorist activities? Degeneration did show that society is faster to protest anything slightly suspect.

There are a surplus of ex umbrella employees based on blue umbrella even existing in re7. Would they have been forced to look for work in places that don't require background checks? How many were immediately recruited by the military? Were minor staff like janitors and receptionists subject to the same harsh treatment despite never being apart of or aware of the bioweapon production process until it was too late?

How many jokes from college students are there which are equivalent to "yeah I have a humanities degree, but at least I don't work for a drug company 😂" because of these events? Like mocking business majors.

Was there ever an outbreak via a terrorist group utilizing annual vaccine shots like the flu shot?

How did medical distribution regulations change? What politicians were cutting regulations and adding loopholes after their pockets were lined? Who's enforcing the rules regardless, and are they well funded or poorly funded? Does their funding change every 2.5 years? Every 4 years?

What about in other countries? Who's leading the charge on high quality safety regulations and evacuation/quarantine measures? Who has the worst due to an uncaring government or a greedy one?

What misinformation is regularly spread around any new drug or advancement to heal or treat diseases that have always been there due to fear of being infected?

All these questions and more from your standard 3AM ramblings.

[funficwriter]

Soft - A 1:32 AM Risotto Nero x Reader drabble

You and Risotto are unbelievably soft with each other. It's just a secret to the world.

You two were a couple, and you were his right hand in leading the squad. However, that's all people knew about your relationship to him. The lack of further detail, along with the stoic appearances you both put out to the world, only fueled the curiosity surrounding you.

Risotto Nero, the feared criminal even amongst other felons, has a lover? You, one of Passione's most ruthless killers, are capable of loving and loving him of all people? And he too?

You both put up shields around everyone. You never talk about each other in romantic terms to other people, aside from a mere acknowledgement that you're not single. It helps a little in the sense that rival gangs think twice (or not at all, once they know your partner) before trying something on you. He likes the safety it can bring. He'll never tell his teammates though.

However, you both live in a cruel, cruel social sphere, where even said acknowledgements come with their risks. You are a couple, but if you consider your traditional expectations of one regarding PDA, showiness... It's not there with you two. You often get compared to other couples, within the mafia sphere... Couples that actually look in love. They hug, kiss, and declare to the world who they belong to as they are covered in the blood of their victims. They refuse to not be recognized as not only a couple, but a true, violent couple, as some would say. Violent (passionate?) in their ways of work and love.

Appearances never let on much. You and Risotto are detached, coordinated in work terms alone with each other. But once the door of your shared home in the city's lone outskirts is snapped shut and locked.. Oh, the different stories your words and bodies tell.

You both got called cold. The term didn't hold up in private, not when you laid together in bed, bare bodies holding each other as you exchanged languid kisses and half-whispers, containing the love beyond a full sentence.

You both got called uncaring. And sure, your mannerisms looked as such, in public. But would that still be valid when Risotto wakes up from a traumatic nightmare recalling a kidnapping of yours, and quietly begs for your sleepy reassurance? If you were so uncaring, why were you embracing him as if you cared if he lost his life someday? Why did you both dream up and execute future plans of leaving the mafia life into the past, for an exchange of quiet Sicilian life?

"Are they really a couple?".

Yes, yes, and some more yes. What idiots; Just because they never saw it, then it can't exist! Oh well, there's plenty of them in life, so it would be a waste to get angry about them. That energy could be used for other things, like making love better than the other couples you got compared to.

You and Risotto are unbelievably soft. These same large arms, that have killed in such painful ways, also blissfully held you. The same lips that have spouted threat after threat, have also kissed yours in silent promises of seeing your plans to the end. It was a weird (almost impossible) dichotomy for those who only knew Risotto in works terms to perceive, but they weren't entitled to that knowledge.

You and Risotto are soft in ways uncharted by mafia members and wronged people alike. In fact, the secrecy made it much, much sweeter. To know that that softness wouldn't be documented, exploited, showcased or made a circus out of was beautiful. You two didn't need to prove anything, because it was all said and proven when you confessed to each other. And it's sweet as hell, and it's all yours and no one else's.

[freeusemuses]

"Mrs. Belladonna, you can't be serious." He held a collar in his hand, "You want me to collar you and breed you? Then your daughter?" The young man was confused, but his eyes looked up and down the milfs curves.

"That's exactly what I want you to do~" Kali purred in a lustful manner. Completely uncaring that they were in public. "Now do it~"

[archive-of-artprompts]

💞 Romance! Send in a number + character/s, and I'll draw/write them with that Romance Novel trope 💞

(Tropes from TV tropes 📺)

Everyone Wants Bad Boys: It tends to be more exciting and dramatic if the character falls for the rebellious, rough-hewn outsider.

Arranged Marriage: A common technique in historicals to force the main characters to deal with each other.

Authoritative in Public, Docile in Private: A character with a domineering personality is depicted as submissive in their romantic relationships.

Beautiful All Along: The character will often be described as plain (or think of themself as plain), then gets a make-over that reveals them as stunningly beautiful.

Broken Bird: Characters love to see the healing power of love.

Cannot Spit It Out: In some novels, an extreme importance is placed on the act of uttering the words "I love you".

Cinderella Plot: The main character has fallen on rough times, often with an abusive and uncaring guardian/employer.

Costume Porn: If a character's outfits are described, they will be in extreme detail.

Crazy in the Head, Crazy in the Bed: A character's eccentricity or outright insanity adds to their romantic and sexual appeal.

Damsel in Distress: Character A often gets into some sort of trouble so that Character B can rescue them.

Damsel out of Distress: In some cases, Character A will actually try to get themself out of trouble; it varies as to whether they’re successful.

Faux Action Girl: A character who is either blatantly lying or in deep denial when they insist they can "take care of themselves".

First Love: The main couple will often be this to each other; if they had other relationships prior to this, it will often be stated they didn't truly love their exes.

The Grovel: A character has hurt or betrayed another, usually their love interest. The offender eventually decides that they cannot live without their love interest or learns that they were terribly mistaken about them. But how to make it up to them? How to convince them to take you back? By groveling

Happily Ever After: The characters get to live happily in the end.

The Four Loves - Agape (Unconditional Love): Love that brings forth caring for the other regardless of circumstance.

The Four Loves - Eros (Romance): Love in the sense of "being in love". (This is distinct from sexuality — platonic Courtly Love is also Eros.)

The Four Loves - Philia (Friendship) : Friendship is a strong bond existing between people who share a common interest or activity.

The Four Loves - Storge (Affection/Family) : This is fondness through familiarity, especially among family members or people who have otherwise found themselves together by chance.

The Ingenue: A character portrayed as innocent and kind-hearted, but also sheltered and unworldly with a tendency to get into danger.

Lovable Rogue: This character is simultaneously desirable and off-putting or threatening.

One-Hour Work Week: The leads usually spend more time making googly eyes at each other than working, which doesn't seem to affect their job performance.

One True Love: The couple are often presented as this, as it's the ultimate romantic ideal.

Perilous Marriage Proposal: The protagonist will often be proposed to in dangerous or nonideal circumstances, whether or not it's the one they’re supposed to marry.

Pretty Boy: If the hero's not a hunk, they’ll probably be this; handsome in a delicate, youthful manner. Particularly in historical romance, there's a good chance they'll be a Long-haired Pretty Boy too.

Roll in the Hay: A couple on a farm will make love in a hay barrack.

Romantic Fake–Real Turn: One person pretends to love another, or two pretend to love each other, then they fall in love for real.

Star-Crossed Lovers: The universe seems to be conspiring to keep the leads apart, though it's unusual for them to not end up together anyway.

Summer Romance: Frequently employed, sometimes as an entire plot or the trigger of one.

True Love Is a Kink: When romantic attraction and carnal attraction are one and the same.

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

The Naikama Peace Agency

The Naikama Peace Agency is the namesake of Naikama, an important coastal city. The agency is made up of over a hundred staff, but most notably would be their employment of nonhuman magical ability users as field agents.

While different field groups are stationed around Japan, they all respond to the primary field team. Their task is to secure dangerous darkness affiliated creatures or those who use their magic and risk exposing the system to the general populace.

Field agents are identified by the red (#C3272B) ribbons they wear somewhere on their person, identifying them as a safe member of the public.

林 正 (Hayashi Masa)

Age: 20

Pronouns: He/Him

Birthday: February 7th

Titles: Detective Hayashi, The Sightseer.

"The youngest member of the Naikama Peace Agency, Masa is gifted with a rare ability that allows him to bend reality at will. Having altered his own reality for the worst, Masa uses his ability in a supportive manner instead, offering insight into decisions that could impact the country's future."

光司 立花 (Tachibana Koji)

Age: 52

Pronouns: He/Him

Birthday: April 13th

Titles: Captain Tachibana.

"Captain Tachibana is the field leader of the Naikama Peace Agency, a bake-danuki he has a soft spot for tricks amongst his detectives. When it comes to his work, Koji is focused and straight forward, ensuring the safety and peace of his home."

茜 黒沢 (Kurosawa Akane)

Age: 28

Pronouns: She/Her

Birthday: July 12th

Titles: Detective Kurosawa.

"Akane is the gem of her mother, a vibrant fiery woman, her father is said to be a Yōkai. Her fire related abilities landed her in the custody of the Naikama Peace Agency, where she took the option of joining them and doing right by her home."

琥珀 前田 (Maeda "Ko" Kokahu)

Age: 25

Pronouns: They/Them

Birthday: February 20th

Titles: Detective Maeda, Feather of the Woods.

"A tengu with a great appreciation for the forest they grew up in, Kohaku was invited into the Naikama Peace Agency with the promise that their home would remain untouched by advancements of the city. Known for their excellent swordsmanship and homemade cooking amongst their coworkers."

楓 雪邑 (Yukimura Kaede)

Age: 31

Pronouns: He/They

Birthday: March 23rd

Titles: Detective Yukimura, Second in command.

"A man most dedicated to his work, Kaede has the ability to speak and understand any language written or spoken. Although not entirely useful in the field, Kaede works most with the public to ensure capture of active fugitives."

川口 密子 (Kawaguchi Mitsuko)

Age: 25 Pronouns: She/Her Birthday: August 4th Titles: Detective Kawaguchi, The Blessed Devil.

"A mysterious agent working at the Naikama Peace Agency, Mitsuko governs power over light and its absence. Feared as she is respected, loathed as she is admired, envied as she is uncared for, she is a child of the darkness that was saved from being a monster before birth by the Mother Goddess, and possesses great insight into the nature of the beings of the dark. One can't help but wonder if the monsters she keeps the people of the country safe from include her, too."

[absolutebl]

ABL, hello! I finished my second rewatch of Ailongnhai and I have a linguistics question please? You have done an incredibly wonderful and indepth post previously on SCOY and Daisy & Touch regarding particle use and pronouns, which I loved reading and understanding the culture a little better. Coming back to watch ALN a second time made me realise that Ai is also using kha with Nhai. While Nhai accepts this and calling Ai hubby (if Ping wasn't as cute and endearing as he is, I would've had to cringe out), I'm interested to hear whether this is a regular occurrence (the kha usage, not hubby ugh) as I feel like I haven't heard it before in many shows - or whether this is specific to how Ai views/wants Nhai to act accordingly with him, and as a result we get the gradual softening over the series?

Yes, but the level to which Ai uses it is very queer coded. Like he "learned this from the gay dad's" kinda thing. It's pretty household and private, when Ai trots it out in public it's pure claiming. He is making A POINT to Nhai and others.

Kha is a real softening (its most common use by men is on much younger girls in a sibling way, see Pete do this with Ai's niece in Love By Chance), so it's usually only used (by a BL lead on a BL lead) to tease (and even then ja is more likely) or in private if the other half is significantly sweeter (or the kha user wants him to behave in a more needy manner). Kha implies under this context "I will look after you because I like you but also because you need looking after, you clearly can't take care of yourself."

So I could see Dino eventually using kha with Rak. Or trying to.

But Pat would never even attempt this with Pran (Bad Buddy) evcept as a big joke. I wouldn't put a ha past them (in private) though.

Another example might be DeanPharm. Pharm is the kind of character who might take a kha from a boyfriend, and Dean would use it on him if they'd worked that out, but because of Dean's formal reserved personality, the most likely would be ha, and then only in private. Dean doesn't have anything to prove, he knows their dynamic perfectly well.

Ai is almost entirely defined by a need to prove himself, his claim, his relationship, his gayness.

If Solo was the older character he likely would have used kha with Gui in Oxygen, but he's too young.

I guess what I am saying is you need the right character synamic to use this one.

It tends to work best and most naturally with a non-tsundere uke character. If Pete and Ai didn't have such a vast class difference between them, Ai might have gone to kha eventually with him. But the act of using kha ALSO softens the speaker, so the speaker has to be very confident in himself and his status to use it. Or very uncaring about others' perceptions of him.

I keep thinking of Dino similar to Ai. But that show has only just started. We shall see were it goes.

[alarrytale]

I’ve been studying to become a therapist and one of the first things I’ve been told is that therapy doesn’t work for everyone and isn’t necessarily a cure for someone. Louis never said he opposed therapy. It sounded like it doesn’t work for him. He did take his sister to therapy and rehab, even took her to Egypt for intensive rehab. He also paid for therapy and rehab for that xfactor contestant when he was one of the judges. Lottie has made it clear that therapy helps her and that’s great but again it’s not for everyone. Louis is often in touch with his emotions openly and has teared up many times while performing on stage so that’s not apart of a lad image at all if we’re going to stereotype. He’s also said in Interviews he’s not afraid to cry. Louis is very emotionally expressive when he sings Saturdays also. I was happy to see he included that song during his longer set. Louis must really love that song or has formed an attachment to it because he really lets it all out during singing that song especially. I noticed he does have some of his previous little mannerisms peeking thru more and more these days too. I saw his popped hip make an appearance a few times in these performances recently. Made me smile that he was feeling at least a little more relaxed. It’s good to keep in mind though that we really don’t know Louis. We don’t know how he’s feeling or handling his grief & trauma, nor should we as fans. He could be trying therapy now for all we know. We don’t know how often he drinks outside of the public eye either. So to say he’s handling his grief thru drinking, etc seems like it’s just not our place as outsiders to judge. I do remember Louis losing a lot of weight during the time he must’ve learned his mom was ill til her passing so that was very visible at the time. Dangerously skinny from a few pics. If I remember correctly they even wrote an article about his thin appearance and fans concerns for him. I think Louis is one to see the glass 1/2 full always but in reading some previous interviews and even the article with Lottie yesterday I got the sense that he feels the need to take care of others, just as Lottie does. Emotionally that’s a heavy weight to bear, but I think the optimism thought process does keep him on more of an even keel.

Hi, anon!

I hope Louis at least has tried therapy, before deciding it's not for him. Or that he goes from time to time. I think it should be mandatory for people in the spotlight, people who went from rags to riches, closeted celebrities and people who worked under SC to get help dealing with the pressure, the supression of yourself, the mistreament and having to deal with a shitty, corrupt industry who boycotts you.

I personally think Louis would greatly benefit from therapy. He's lost his mother figure, who he used to tell everything, he heavily relied on his vocal coach (Helene) as a life coach and motivator, and as a confidence supplier. He's got a friend clinging to him wherever he goes and acts as a comfort goat to him. I have never seen anyone more in need of therapy actually. He should be getting professional help. I'm pretty sure Oli's advice to Louis would be to blaze up to forget and repress stuff more. He can't move on until he deals with his issues. He's been pretty stagnant for years now. He's still super nervous before shows. He still relies on liquid curage to do his job, and his stoner brain is affecting his performance. He also acts uncaring about his health and appearance at times and that's concerning.

I don't care what anyone says, Louis would benefit from therapy. He needs to be told he's not responsible for his siblings, he needs to be told he's good enough and make a plan to be less reliant on his bad coping mechanisms and get some healthier ones. He needs to want to do this for himself though, and it shouldn't be forced, but he would benefit from it, i'm sure. It won't fix everything, but he needs to start somewhere.

I also think it's important to distinguish between having an alcohol issue that's born out of surpressed emotions due to trauma vs. not having an issue, but you’re promoting alcohol as something cool to your fanbase and using it to enforce an image. If it's the first he's not to be judged, i just want him to get help. If it's the second, then i take issue with that. If it's the first, masked as the second, then that's enraging and i blame his team. Regardless if it's the first or second option he's promoting it, even if it's unintentional, and i'm just not down with that. I'm not liking what i'm seeing.