#what is his end goal with everything he does?

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I request some or a couple moments where Clark is pathetically in love with reader (established relationship)

Clark had been compared to a puppy in love in terms of how every thought seemed to be of you, how every word had to be accompanied with something that you have done recently that he kust couldn't quite keep to himself in the fear that he'd feel as though he wasn't loving you enough like he should, it was even in the way he looked at you above all else.

His eyes were filled with adoration and devotion, fully trusting of you without an ounce of doudt, fully trusting of the fact that you would take care of his heart that he had given to you since the day you had almost collided with each other. A smile that seemed as though to be talior made for you and only you, it was a smile that spoke of the love he withheld for you, encapsulating every aspect of you that made him more then willing to smile.

Going back to how Clark often spoke your name after saying something completely unrealted with to to begin with, Clark does it to the point where he needs to be told to cut it out and that they get it, they get that he's in love and a complete loser when it comes to you that it felt as though your name would be the one thing he's remember should his memorise be taken; or at least remember how you made him feel deep within his chest, nestled close to his soul as though you've made a home there.

He could be looking at some flowers that were ironically your favourite and will say to himself as though on autopilot: '(name) loves those flowers, saya their meaning uplifts them and gives them meaning, they take quite the effort to keep in good health but are worth the effort and hardships when they blossom.' He would end up getting you some, but if he couldn't get you the flowers then he'd get the necessities to do so, and get you some seeds so that you could grow your own.

Clark could also smell the baked goods of a nearby bakery and be able to deduce that the scent that wafted his was none other then your favouite baked good, fresh out of the oven and being put aside to cool, immeditely the tense shoulders of his were relaxed, his brow was unfurrowed and a tender smile upon his face could be seen clear as day. Calrk breathed the scent of baked goods in deeply as flashes of memories of you telling him the first time of how you loved this specific bakery, highlighting how they often tried new and inovative things that seemed to taste just as good as all the others but you had your favourties.

He even remembered how you split the baked good between the two of you on your first date so that he could get a taste, humming in delight when the flavours and warm buttery pastery hit his tastebuds. 'i know they've been having a stressful day, this should make them feel somewhat better, if they've got two of their favourite pastry then that's even better.' Clark would tell himself as he wanders into the cosy, welcoming bakery with no other goal then to make you happy: to his delight they did in fact had two of your favpurite pastry were tucked protectively agaisnt his chest as he weaved through thr crowded streets back to your shared home, acomplished with himself.

He lived to make you happy and content becuase that's how you made him feel tenfold without even having to lift a single finger.

Clark would even find himself uttering your name in conversation with others regardless of the subject of conversation, he will make it about you damn it. Someone could be talking about getting takeout later and Clark will suddenly be remembered of how you wanted takeout later on and will blurt out through no control of his own: 'my partner was talking about getting takeout later tonight, i should text them and ask if they want to have their usual or try soemthing new, they want to try everything but also want to stay with what they like at the saem time.' It would earn him knowing looks from Jimmy and Lois, who don't spare anytime in teasing him in how obsessed he was with you to remeber such specifics about you.

Clark doesn't dispute against this becuase it's true and he's not going to deny it, not when the mere thought of you brought him the most joy and the most grounding feeling he's ever felt, he's going to revel in it for a very long time.

[serelume]

What kind of flirt are they? {Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto}

I’m always a fan of headcanons. They’re kinda my specialty. mostly fluff. wc: 1,698

Izuku Midoriya 

He doesn’t flirt to impress. He doesn’t even realize he’s flirting half the time.

But it’s in the way he looks at you like he’s studying a star that wandered too close to Earth. It’s in the way he listens, really listens, as if your words are as important as strategy, as sacred as heroics. There’s no guile to him. No suave games. He is all stammering heart and kind hands, and that alone makes him dangerous in the quietest way.

He sees the small things no one else catches: how you tap your foot when you’re nervous, how your quirk strains your shoulders by the end of training. He’ll casually offer advice – not to show off, but because he genuinely cares.

“Um, hey… sorry, I noticed your arm was trembling a bit after that last hit – do you want me to show you a stretch for it? I think it might help take the pressure off.”

You didn’t think anyone noticed. But he did. Of course he did.

Izuku flirts with his actions – not his words. He remembers your favorite sports drink. Always carries extra bandages, just in case. He’ll sit beside you during lunch without a word, just offering quiet company until you speak first.

He’s the boy who brings you your notebook when you forget it. Who lingers after sparring just to make sure you’re not limping. Who hands you a water bottle without meeting your eyes and says, soft:

“Thought you might need this… I noticed you were getting a little flushed.”

He’s not trying to impress you. He’s just being Izuku. And somehow, that’s worse for your heart.

When he does compliment you, it’s not smooth – it’s a small explosion of flustered truth.

“You looked– uh, really cool back there. I mean, your form – your stance, I–I thought it was great! Not that I was watching you the whole time or anything! Just… I, um… noticed.”

And he’ll try to walk it back, cheeks red, fingers fiddling with the hem of his sleeve. But even then, he won’t lie. His voice might be trembling, but his heart? Solid steel. He meant what he said.

There are moments when he forgets to be nervous. When you catch him off guard – laughing at something he says, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, looking at him and not through him – he’ll go completely still.

And then, without thinking:

“I really like your laugh.”

Just like that. Soft. Blunt. Barely above a whisper. It leaves him frozen afterward, panicked over whether that was okay to say, but it’s too late – his heart slipped through the cracks.

He doesn't realize how often he looks at you. How his eyes linger a second too long. How he watches you smile like it’s something sacred, something he’s been entrusted with. When you glance his way and catch him?

He’ll look away – fast. Scratch the back of his neck. Blush a deep pink.

But next time? He’ll still look.

Because he can’t help it.

He’s not trying to sweep you off your feet. He’s just curious – genuinely.

He asks about your favorite music. What kind of food you like. Your goals. He gets quiet when you talk about the things you love – not because he’s zoning out, but because he’s memorizing them.

“I didn’t know you liked space documentaries. That’s… really cool. There’s this one with All Might narrating – I could find it if you want to watch it sometime.”

He doesn’t realize it, but he’s inviting you in. Not just to a moment. To himself.

Izuku isn’t a flirt in the traditional sense. He’s the type who makes you feel seen. The one who remembers. Who holds space for you. The kind of boy who’ll be standing quietly at your side when everything else is falling apart.

He won’t sweep you off your feet with charm but he’ll anchor you with kindness.

And one day, when your heart stumbles in his direction, it won’t be because he chased you.

It’ll be because he never once tried to change who he was to earn your affection.

Bakugo

Bakugo doesn’t flirt. No, seriously. He doesn’t know how. He thinks the entire idea of “flirting” is idiotic, and if you suggest he’s doing it, he’ll deny it like it’s treason.

But gods help him – he does it anyway. Not with sweet words or obvious moves, but with quiet protection, sharp glares meant for everyone but you, and gruff, gritted-teeth affection that sneaks past his walls before he can stop it.

You won’t catch him staring. You’ll catch him looking away too fast.

If you smile at him too long? Compliment him? Say his name with just a little too much softness?

“Tch—don’t look at me like that.”

Jaw clenched. Eyes averted. Ears burning.

You hit a nerve and he hates that you can do that.

(He loves that you can do that.)

He doesn’t bring you flowers – he’ll body the guy who made you uncomfortable. He won’t say, “Are you okay?” – he’ll shove a water bottle into your hand with a snarl and a look that says don’t argue.

“You looked like you were gonna pass out, dumbass. Hydrate.”

Not romantic? Maybe not. But your heart still stutters.

Bakugo’s love language is proximity. If he walks beside you, if he lingers after training instead of storming off, if he slows down just enough to match your pace – that’s his version of flirting.

He may not say it, but if he’s choosing to stay? He’s already saying everything.

He’ll never straight-up say you're amazing. He’ll just… grumble about how you better keep up, then get pissy when someone else underestimates you.

“She’s not weak, dumbass. Try her again and see what happens.”

Then act like he didn’t just go to verbal war for you.

He keeps it together – barely – when you're talking to him.

But the moment you turn away? Shoulders tight. Eyes dart to the side. Lips twitch. And – if you're lucky – he lets out this barely-there, sharp breath through his nose, like he's trying to suppress how ridiculously attractive he found whatever you just did.

He keeps his distance until he doesn’t. If you’re tired, stressed, hurting – he knows. He always knows. He watches from across the room, corners, rooftops, shadows.

Not in a creepy way. In a I’ll die before I let anyone else hurt you way.

He’ll never ask you to rely on him. He’ll just be there, whether you want him to be or not.

One day, when the tension finally snaps, he’ll growl something under his breath like:

“You make my brain fuckin’ hurt.”

Pause.

“…But I don’t want you to stop.”

Then shove his hands in his pockets and act like he didn’t just light your whole world on fire.

Bakugo doesn’t flirt with charm. He flirts with intensity. With lingering looks when he thinks you’re not watching. With the way his tone softens just slightly when it’s you. With rough words that still manage to sound like care.

He’s not sweet. But he’s real.

He’s not kind. But he’s loyal.

He’s not romantic. But if he’s falling for you, he’ll protect your heart like it’s the only thing in the world worth saving – even from himself.

Shoto Todoroki

Todoroki doesn’t flirt the way most people expect. He doesn’t tease. He doesn’t compliment easily. But his focus, his gentleness, and the intensity of his attention? It’s magnetic.

He flirts like someone who isn’t sure if it’s okay to feel but wants to try anyway.

When you speak, he listens. Fully. Not half-hearted, not distracted. His mismatched eyes are locked on you, brows slightly furrowed, as if everything you say deserves consideration.

“Hm. That’s interesting. No one’s ever explained it like that before.”

He doesn’t interrupt. He doesn’t rush you. He makes you feel heard. That’s his version of flirting.

And you feel seen, like really, soul-deep seen.

He doesn’t play around with charm or small talk. If something about you strikes him, he says it – flatly, but sincerely.

“Your laugh is nice. It makes me feel… warmer.”

He doesn’t even realize that’s a bold thing to say. He’s just being honest.

Dangerously honest.

Shoto’s love language is presence. You’ll find him quietly appearing beside you: during lunch, after patrol, on the way home. No announcement. No need to speak.

He just… shows up. Walks beside you. Breathes next to you. Never in a rush. Never prying.

It’s quiet. Steady. And deeply comforting.

You’re cold? He offers his warm hand without a word. You’re overwhelmed? He’ll take your wrist and guide you out of the room, expression unreadable but grip gentle.

He won’t ask what’s wrong unless you want to tell him. But he’ll be there. Always.

“You don’t have to talk about it. But if you want me to stay… I will.”

That’s not just care. That’s connection.

Unlike Bakugo, he won’t insult you. Unlike Midoriya, he won’t ramble. His compliments are rare but pointed, and never fake.

“You looked strong in that last match.”

He pauses.

“It suits you.”

Short. Measured. But the way he looks at you when he says it? That’s where the meaning lingers.

He watches. Quietly. Closely. And sometimes, he’ll say something that stuns you because it’s so spot-on.

“You always touch your sleeve when you’re nervous. I noticed.”

No teasing. Just fact. But it makes your heart race anyway.

Because if he notices that… what else does he see?

Shoto doesn’t touch casually. A brush of fingers. A hand on your back. His jacket draped around your shoulders. These aren’t throwaway moments.

They’re deliberate.

When he touches you, it’s because he chose to. Because he wants to.

And that carries more weight than words ever could.

Todoroki doesn’t know how to flirt in the traditional sense. But his quiet presence, his unwavering attention, and his gentle honesty draw you in like gravity. He won’t say much. He won’t push.

But when he does speak – when he does look at you a little longer than he should – you’ll feel it like a spark under the skin.

He’s not trying to win you over.

But he’s already halfway there.

[purpurussy]

😶‍🌫️

[towasdandelion]

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Okay so I feel like writing some general notes here. Like About Edward's. I got rid of his usual emoji spams to show a bit more of a serious side of him. (And I also think it would make the conversation look comical which is not the goal here)

For Rui, I decided to go for the scenario where his curse is broken while in relationship with you. I hope it's clear what I'm getting at. Being able to finally have a taste of your warmth, only to lose it later... Yeah. I think that's angsty enough.

[Vagastrom and Sinostra ✿ Jabberwock and Mortkranken]

Jin really wants to stay away and he succeeds, though only for some time. He's usually good with hiding his feelings, but it's getting increasingly harder as the days go by. It frustrates him to no end. Why can't he just forget? Why does he finds himself missing your warmth? He misses you. And ultimately, he won't stay away. He berates himself for sulking like a child before reaching out to you. He can't stand this distance, and he's ready to do anything you want him to for you two to get back together.

Luca's initial distance comes from respect. He knows you're most likely experiencing the same thing he is, so he wants to give you time to heal. But even he loses with himself, not being able to stop all of the feeling from resurfacing. He's a weak man when it comes to you, he has to admit. But that weakness is something he already accepted. Still so hopelessly in love he makes up his mind and texts you, letting you know about his deepest, genuine feelings. He won't push though, reassuring you to take as much time as necessary to decide if you want to go back to him.

Kaito is really desperate. But it's not the cute and funny kind of desperate anymore. His heart and mind really are suffering after the breakup. He might even be im denial at first, trying to push it all away. You two broke up? Pff, it was probably just a stupid dream. He spends days repeating that, even though deep down he knows. It's not a dream, but a cold reality. As cowardly as he can be, this time he can't just sit back and watch. He needs to win you back. And he'll do whatever it takes to make it happen. You best believe that.

Tohma is still calm and composed after the breakup, but only on the outside. On the inside however he can't stop thinking, analyzing. He thinks about you, only to fall into the deep hole of analyzing your whole relationship. Maybe there was something he missed? Maybe there was something he could have done to prevent this from happening? He lets out a sigh when he finally comes to his senses. It's not like him to just sit and watch. And so he gets himself together and reaches out to you, hoping for even smallest bits of interaction. Something he can hold onto and make into a chance to win you back.

Imagine this is Lyca's first ever break up. Yeah. His feelings all over the place, and he doesn't know what to do at all. It feels overwhelming. He's trying to take Subaru's advice and just let himself feel everything and grieve the loss of your love, taking much needed time to process things. But it's not working. Nothing is. He's getting impatient. 'It won't get any worse" he thinks when texting you. Maybe that will soothe him, at least for a little while? Turns out that quite the opposite happens, and he's asking you to get back together before he has time to even think. But somehow, he feels a bit relieved afterwards. Maybe because he's finally fighting.

Edward's playful persona vanishes without a trace a few days after your breakup. He loved and still loves you dearly, but still didn't expect it to hurt this much. He's been through countless of breakups in his long life after all. And yet no ways of soothing his heart work like they used to. It's as if you put some kind of spell on him, and he can't help but laugh bitterly at the irony, remembering how he was the one trying to use his powers on you first.. He doesn't expect his first message to even reach you, and it catches him off guard when it does. Maybe, just maybe there is still a chance for him to make things right?

Rui breaks down completely after the breakup. He tries so hard to maintain his cheerful and bubbly persona but it costs him a lot more than usual. At nights, he just lets his tears flow without stopping. He has a hard time accepting the reality. Losing your presence after being able to feel you so close.. it hurts more than he imagined, and he finds himself wishing his curse was never broken. One night he just texts you without thinking much, and gets really desperate. For your warmth, your presence, everything. He won't waste time, asking you to give this relationship one more chance.

Haku's usual demeanor dims. He just can't forget you no matter what he does. After some time passed an idea popped up. What if he just.. tried to find someone else? He immediately dismisses it though, feeling disappointed with himself. He would never be able to do that to you and- that's when he realizes how in love he still is. You two are not together anymore and he still can't bring himself to imagine another girl by his side. And that realization is what pushed him to fight for your love. He can't and won't give up, not when it's you. He will give you time, but just know that it takes his whole willpower not to spam you with messages...

You better believe that Subaru is doing absolutely everything in his power to stay away. He doesn't want to burden you with his own feelings, especially knowing you're going through the same thing. Actually appreciates his stigma for once and uses it on everything you could have touched at Hotarubi just to catch any traces of you but... ends up feeling disgusted with himself. He shouldn't be doing that. With a heavy heart he decides to text you, asking to give your relationship another chance. He will be very respectful about it though, not daring to contact you anymore after that. He's waiting for your move.

Zenji is very mature about it but it doesn't lessen the pain he feels. He just floats around mindlessly, no longer interested in playing his biwa or writing. The only thing he'd feel like writing would be about your relationship anyways, and he thinks using the situation for an inspiration gain is just insensitive, even if it did actually help him to cope. And so he spends his days reminiscing every happy moment spent with you. In that moment he decides to reach out to you, not being able hold in what's been bottled up this whole time. His words might sound a little dramatic, but it really is how he truly feels.

[kuriri9]

Can you do Zoro, Sanji, and Luffy where they meet their lover but from the future. Their future spouse gets sent back in time and chaose and fluff happens

Soon in the Future

[luffy, zoro, sanji]

synopsis: going back in time to meet your lover from the past

author’s note: thanks for the request! i wasn't too sure if you meant that they already know the reader or they didn’t and it was their first time meeting them, so i went with the latter. hope you enjoy!

Luffy:

He sure was surprised when a random person appeared right next to him when he woke up in the morning, maybe pushing you off the bunk bed accidentally, alerting the crew

After getting everything sorted out, he would laugh, saying things like: “Oh, is that so? That’s really cool!”

Luffy isn’t the type to be bothered by things like this, he wouldn’t even question a single thing. He would probably just treat you as a friend for now, maybe just a little special than everyone else

He does whatever he feels like is right, if he feels comfortable around you, then he wouldn’t keep distance. You did say you were his spouse anyways, so your personal space would be his space too

Zoro:

Zoro never thought about the possibility of meeting his lover before he reached the end of his goal. But you who’s standing right in front of him doesn’t seem to be lying

He recognizes one of the earrings on your ears that belonged to him, and his heart that was beating fast seemed to be confirming his thoughts

This is weird, he would think to himself, and then hide in the crow’s nest, trying to calm himself down. You should go sit next to him and spark up a little conversation, it would help him feel better and get used to you

You’re the love of his life no matter what era of time he met you in, so don’t worry if time’s up for now. He’s definitely looking forward to the day he actually meets you

Sanji:

Ho-ly shit. There’s just no way this is happening right now. Sanji could possibly die from happiness. You’re telling him his future spouse is standing right in front of him? 

He thinks you’re the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen, and you’re so sweet, oh, the way you’re talking to him right now. He might just start crying

But he’ll still be super respectful, not doing anything he shouldn’t be doing even if he knows that you’re his lover. But you should accompany him a little, watch him cook in the kitchen, talk about him in the future

Let him know that you’re proud of him, and you’ll be waiting for him in the near future

[thetrasha]

*unidentifiable extraterrestrial sounds*

TASHA! You did such a good job whit the Rosinante One-Shot!

But the "I won't die, I promise" that was... evil.

Anyway, I wanted to ask more about this man (he's my fav, I'm so happy you're writing about him).

I mean like, his version of "His Love Is," his "Ideal Type," and his "Love lenguages" (like a compilation? All in one post, since he's gonna be the only character? I don't really know, whatever you want!).

But you seem to be overflowded with requests, so do this when you have the time! (Don't feel bad about delaying it)

—👽 anon

Alien Anon ╰(*°▽°*)╯Welcome back and thanks for feeding ME, that Rosinante request was just everything to me, I genuinely loved writing it - Plus, it lowkey healed me since I wrote it right after watching his death :(( I know it was evil, but I had cope somehow LOL

I know I shouldn't have favourites, but you, cookie anon, as1meo and my zoro/law/ace/doffy enjoyer anon (who still needs a better name, realtalk smh) make my day~ Your ideas really align with my own hehe, so don't feel bad about sending in requests either <3

So here's the highly anticipated Rosinante masterpost!! YAY (❁´◡`❁)

The Rosinante Collector's Edition Post

feat. ROSINANTE

His Love Is...

...selfless.

Rosinante is someone who chose to live a hard life because of his ideals, not because he desires to be someone. He is a sensitive idealist who seeks to leave this world a better place, thus he does everything in his power to achieve that goal. He has profound emotional reactions to injustice and cruelty and doesn’t want to repeat the same cycle: His sins weigh heavily on his mind with deep regret, but the very same hard life he’s picked out for himself didn’t leave him with more options. With his self-sacrificial tendencies, he would always choose the lesser evil, even if it puts him at a disadvantage.

Naturally, such an empathetic individual loves far more deeply than the unassuming general public might assume. He longs for a connection that binds souls together – he isn’t interested in skin-deep entanglements, he wants real commitment from his partner. Once found, Rosinante would consistently go out of his way to preserve that relationship. He sincerely believes in true love.

Due to him being incredibly in-tune with his emotions, as soon as he suspects to have fallen in love with you, he is, for the first time in forever, emotionally stumped. Rosinante knows that you’re strong; he’s admired you for your own efforts for years, but he doesn’t want to drag you into his mess and potentially compromise – if not corrupt – you. He tends to put you on a pedestal out of selflessness, just to keep you safe, but he will soon find out that he cannot commit to the restrictions he has put on himself. He cannot be far away from you for too long, he cannot forget about and, what he realises once he’s on that wretched war path of his own choosing, he cannot let go.

The vision of you grips him and chokes him out with his endless affections for you. You’re the only thing he wants to be selfish about. Nobody else can have you for he has known you for so long, he’s built a relationship with you and he’s willing to take the plunge and take it further. You bring out the best in him – the man who, despite his own demons haunting him, doesn’t want to give up on himself, the man who has something to look forward to, the man who has someone waiting for him at the end of the line. His resolve is strengthened, even if you are unaware of the depth of his devotion… you were meant to be, which means that carelessly throwing away his own life would mean betraying you and your faith in him to keep himself save. You make him want to be strong for you, honouring his promise – He will come back – very, very soon…

You deserve to live without regrets.

Ideal Type

Rosinante needs someone who…

values independence and can take care of themselves; he cannot afford to needlessly worry about his partner with his unique set of circumstances

is emotionally intelligent, virtuous and supportive

can trust blind – he cannot reveal the depth of depravity he’s seen and committed, which means that he needs to know that his love will always think of him as a good person

would be willing to run away with him, leaving your old lives behind.

Rosinante can help you cope with these character flaws:

feeling like you don’t belong anywhere

low self-esteem

being too empathetic

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

cruelty and coldness

Rosinante knows that people like you have it rough out there – he’s been through the same thing. It is so hard to remain friendly and positive when you have been taken advantage of so many times; people abuse your kindness because the world has already corrupted them, taking their frustrations about their own life out on others to feel superior to someone. Like him, you had to steel yourself to be someone. Like him, you were meant to be much softer, not made for the cruelty you’d been confronted with so early on, but just like him, you hadn’t lost your ways. You were vigilant now, wouldn’t let your presence be taken for granted but you were still such a kind soul… and he admired that. He’s known you as a friend for years, but it has steadily grown into something… more. You were what he’s always dreamt of in a partner, even if, due to your platonic relationship, he had to bury those natural instincts – the fact that they decided to overpower him now when he was basically about to leave… Funny, how cruel love could be. Or maybe he was the architect of his own demise; he doesn’t know it yet. All he knows is that your mentality will give him the strength he needs to see this entire plan through. He’s partially doing it for you, you know? You deserve to live in a better world where more people would care about each other, one where you wouldn’t be such a rare find, so rare, in fact, that people drain you to gain something. To each other, you might be the only people on this whole forsaken planet who know that they will always be able to rely on one another without fail.

You’re faithful in Rosinante’s kindness, which means he will never succumb to callousness – out of respect for you and himself.

Because, after all, you deserve a man you can be proud of.

Love Language

PRIMARY LOVE LANGUAGE: Acts of Service

With his… affliction – his unabashed clumsiness – it’s a bit of a gamble, but he genuinely does long to make your life easier. He’s there to take some burdens off your shoulders and that sentiment only grows stronger as time progresses. Sometimes life gets to you and there is no shame in admitting that. People can be too much, obligations can be too much, Hell, even your own thoughts can be too much to handle… and there is, again, no shame in admitting that. Rosinante wants you to feel safe in his presence, he actually loves to know these things so he’s able to adjust to your needs accordingly. He does this precisely because you’d do the same thing. Whether it’s as small as calling your workplace for you – your kindness not allowing you to selfishly take a day off out of some weird guilt-tripping you’ve caught yourself in – or as big of a gesture as trading his own life for yours, he’d do it. Besides, he loves to hear your melodic laughter during your hardest times, even if you’re laughing at the way he face-planted into the ground while trying to change your sheets. You’re always there for him, so he wants to be there for you, too.

SECONDARY LOVE LANGUAGE: Physical Touch

So… he’s definitely unbelievably touch and affection-starved. He hasn’t known a gentle or loving touch since his parents died, and for the longest time, gentle hands unsettled him due to the danger it proved to be in the past. Rosinante doesn’t doubt you, so he allows himself to reach out to you to satisfy his yearning for love. It’s subtle most of the time, simply holding hands while you’re out and about, but in the privacy of your living space, he turns to mush in your arms. He’s particularly into cuddling, deriving a lot of satisfaction from being able to feel you against him whenever you’re together.

Rosinante would melt if your primary love language was Words of Affirmation.

He’s denied himself many things, but would never shy away from your honest declarations of love. You’re the only person he trusts to mean it and it makes his heart sing, knowing that you’re a constant presence in his life and will forever honour your promises… Life can be so sweet sometimes.

[animeyanderelover]

"I'm sorry... Please don't leave me..." Dazai/Chuuya x dying s/o

Because of their background/past, s/o become the one that paying the price

I left it open whether or not reader does die in the end.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, reader is mortally wounded

Tags: @shumidehiro @izanami78 @leveyani

First Sentence Prompt

You still heard it. Your ears were still ringing from that shot. A shot for you. Why? What had you ever done wrong in your life? Hadn't you always done everything like you had been told to become a good person? You had graduated school and college with respectable achievements. You'd wasted countless sleepless nights studying for exams or writing your thesis. You had always been polite and nice to everyone you had met to always leave a good impression. All of that hard work. All those dreams you had worked towards. Just when you had been about to score your first real job you had been working towards all those years.

Only to end up with a bullet in your chest.

But you knew. As you were laying there, your chest heaving with every breath you struggled to take and with dark spots dancing around the edge of your vision, you knew. None of it was your fault. You were not to blame for this.

No, he was at fault. The man who had one day dropped in your life like he had always belonged in there. The man who had worn the charming mask to fool you and deceive you. The man who was currently kneeling over you, bandaged arms soaked in your blood. The man who was putting pressure on the wound like his life depended on it, maybe because it did. With an expression on his face you had never seen before.

Guilt. Fear. Dread.

What a rare sight that was. Oh, how it made your chest only ache more with fury and not sadness. Sad was the last thing you were thinking about in that moment. How could you after all when Dazai was here, daring to grieve over your body when it had been his fault you were in this position now in the first place? He was to blame. It was all his fault. Why were you the one with a bullet in your chest? It should have been him.

Your lips parted, every breath you took an active struggle. It sounded off, rattling with every inhale and exhale. You looked like you were dying. You sounded like you were dying. You were dying.

The blood didn't stop. White bandages were soaked in it, the crimson liquid dripping out of the material as no more could be absorbed. It clung to his skin, the scent too familiar that he didn't feel nauseous anymore. He knew that scent. He had seen it more times than he could count before. And now those days had caught up to him again. Only that they hadn't targeted him. That would have been too simple of a revenge, too easy to make up for whatever he had done to the culprit. It had to hurt him. It had to destroy him. That's why you had been made the target. What use would it have been to shoot him after all when shooting his purpose would leave the forever bleeding wound? What was a man without a life's purpose after all besides a shell that merely biologically functioned?

That's right. Nothing.

That darkness. It creeped closer. The more it was, the less you saw. One of your hands reached out, bloodied and trembling but with a clear goal in mind. But not to comfort. No, that wasn't what he deserved.

It found its way though, clutching his brown locks and holding on to it with the fading strength you still had. The look in your eyes was one Dazai knew well. Most people had always stared at him with fear. There had always been a few though who hadn't submitted to fear in their last moments because their hatred had outweighted it. It was the look of resentment. The one that always silently screamed the question of why it was them and not him. Sometimes he had wondered that back then too.

It was the same look in your eyes right now, only that the unspoken question now haunted him. That should have been him, bleeding out on the cold ground. Yet it was you who glared at him as if he had put the bullet in your chest.

Your bloody lips moved, your vision darkening more and more. The only thing yo saw was his face. Were those tears in his eyes? Well, it didn't matter. You wouldn't feel pity for him. It was hard to when you were dying. Still, you needed to say something. Not to soothe or comfort. No, you needed to hurt. Not with a bullet. You didn't have weapons with you. But you had his heart. And that's what you intended to crush.

"I hope that I'll never meet you again."

Whether you would end up in heaven or hell, you did not care. Anywhere where he wouldn't follow. You knew he'd follow you in death. He just wasn't allowed to follow you wherever you would go after you would take your last breath. Whether it was the afterlife or the next life, you would not be cursed again by him. Maybe then you could finally live a peaceful life.

[raayllum]

Terry and Aaravos' foil dynamic is crazy to me because at first glance, they aren't foils at all... but then as we get further and further into arc 2, it becomes more and more clear just how many interesting contrasts they have simply by virtue of Terry, in many ways, being a genuine version of everything Aaravos claims to be.

Where Aaravos tears others down (4x04), Terry routinely and cheerfully builds them up. He genuinely wants what is best for Claudia and to help her and Viren in their goals whereas Aaravos offers a mostly false veneer. He does everything out love and believes in love—"I always believed you because you had a reason"—so deeply and so well that he can recognize Aaravos' for what it is: "But along the way, it got twisted." Aaravos is the embodiment of control, Terry is the embodiment of trust. Terry sees imprisonment as punishment enough (S5 with the dragon) and a lesser mode of violence than killing, whereas Aaravos deeply resents his imprisonment in every way and likely would've preferred death. Terry had a True Heart, meanwhile Aaravos is walking around literally heartless. Aaravos is obsessed with the past and his tragic backstory, Terry doesn't even have one of those things.

And yet they're not only opposites. They both lie to Claudia in hopes to sway her—"Careful, if you tell the truth you will lose her" / Terry going with the Lissa illusion plan right when Aaravos is the one being truthful—and accordingly damage her by leaving in S7. Aaravos dies in pursuit of his plan (for himself) and Terry likewise leaves, ultimately, to preserve himself. They both believe wholeheartedly in people's ability to choose: for Aaravos, no matter how fated or inevitable he believes the great unravelling is, still believes/knows he must make choices to bring about the End, and Terry believes that he can choose his name, to keep his feelings, to be better, and to work on saving Claudia and that she can choose, too.

They're a fascinating little pair of foils. I can't wait to see more of them in arc 3.

[kimkhimhant]

kim is so fascinating because of how quickly he switches course between hot and cold. when Chay shows up at his studio, in the time between seeing him and Chay's confession, Kim fully looks like he's about to dismiss chay and send him away. and then chay confesses and kim kisses his cheek and looks delighted when chay hugs him. when they're lying on chay's couch, kim seems to be flipflopping by the second: he looks blissed out, and then regretful, and then scared, and content, and then remorseful. he smiles at the food he's served, and then the moment chay's back is turned, kim is preparing to flee. when chay confronts him outside his apartment after learning his identity, after kim fought to protect him, kim is so dismissive, at first, and then his expression shifts to something that is pure grief, and then he's brushing it off and pushing chay's hand away and saying a "sorry" that doesn't sound sincere at all even though it clearly is, based on that grief that we literally just saw.

as the audience, its so hard to know what kim is thinking through all of this. he seems to controlled and careful, but i think the rapid back and forth of his behavior and expressions is proof that he's not. someone who knows what he wants and how to get it would not be so unstable in his behavior. kim is battling himself and his feelings and his upbringing and he's a mess. everything about kim's character is a constant fight for control over everything and everyone, and i think its because in reality he feels like he has no control over anything, not even himself.

[geomimetry]

woe be upon ye

[tass3l]

heartbreaking! this man got attached to a character who is doomed no matter what

[captain-astors]

Creature. (The rendered ones are referenced from manga panels)

[aroacettorney]

for a character with a reputation of being extremely rational and logical, many of ludger's actions are actually quite emotionally motivated. even when he stays oblivious to his true emotions, there are still many instances where we can see how they unknowingly manifest in his actions and subtly influence his biases. i think ludger's second most toxic trait is that he tends to subconsciously cook up a seemly logical reason to spontaneously cover up his emotional ass because he cannot admit to himself that he feels emotions intensely.

exhibit A: his vengeance for arte's death required him to admit that he had a strong attachment to the kid, so he stated that eliminating the evil and offering solace to the victims were the actual reasons. counter: there were many better ways to deal with delica's incidents if his goal was simply enacting justice. even hans realised that this was a weak excuse to conceal his regrets.

exhibit B: his mercy towards aiden required him to admit his unwillingness to eliminate him, so he covered it up by reasoning that it would be too risky to take a student's life. counter: we know very well that he's fully capable of eliminating someone without leaving a trace if he puts his mind to the task.

exhibit C: his sparing casey's life twice required him to admit his disinclination to kill her, so instead, he reasoned that she was more useful alive and that her excessive pride wouldn't let her easily expose him to the public anyway. counter: strategically speaking, turning her against blackdawn was an obvious blunder. he didn't even need her to deal with them. plus, somehow he conveniently forgot at the moment that casey could still have told her best friend, terinna, about his identity regardless of the matter of pride and subjected him to even worse danger.

exhibit D: his taking owens under his wings and founding u.n. owen required him to admit his emotional bonds to them, so he claimed that he needed a strong fortress for his goals and his own protection, especially against the bretus. counter: considering his op-ness, he had never really needed protection. he also mainly tasked owens with leg work while dealing with most of the dangers by himself. he even ended up disbanding them to confront bretus on his own and telling them to prioritize their lives over his goals.

at first glance, his reasoning might seem sound and logical, but if we look at them for more than ten seconds, they are actually quite flimsy and contradictory. this is not to say he's inherently an idiot or a terrible liar. ludger's capability of reasoning is proven comparable to that of casey. he is also an excellent liar when it comes to deliberately lying to someone. but how does one reason or lie about feelings that they themselves are not even aware of?

my hypothesis:

when his suppressed emotions subconsciously influence his biases and/or manifest into his actions, ludger needs to convince himself that he is still being logical, and thus, without even realising it, he tries to rationalize them and grab onto whatever reason that momentarily sounds in his mind: why was he so dedicated to teaching his students? he couldn't get caught half-assing his job, and he wanted to earn the trust of the president. why did he save esmeralda? quasimodo annoyed him, so he had to step in. why did he delay the first princess' orders and prioritize the students' safety during the attacks on the capital? it was the princess' trusted blade himself who suggested saving the students, and not him. why did he accept casey's companionship during his moriarty's era? it was an act, and he was simply getting into his character.

whether ludger wants to admit it or not, he has always been a person moving according to his emotions. and the actual reason why we see so many inconsistencies and hypocrisies in his actions when aligning all of them together with his own logic is that his reasonings are only flimsy excuses that his subconsciousness makes up on the fly to rationalize away his repressed emotions, i.e. his strong attachments to this world.

[wellnoe]

was talking to a friend about the jujutsu kaisen manga and they said they thought the manga would be better as straight horror, rather than as a battle manga, which is really interesting to me because one of the things i think the anime is really good at is using fights and powerscaling to up tension and horror

[lohstandfound]

hm.... exploring jake as nonbinary/agender who very much performs the act of masculinity because that is what is expected of him and coming to terms that he doesn't have to be, maybe he doesn't have to force himself into that mould

[crossbackpoke-check]

Substance, Shadow, and Spirit [remixed, abridged] by Tao Yuanming