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Guys I'm currently on vacation trust I'll cook up something once I get back

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We've been waiting for you...

AW STOP I LOVE YOU GUYS

IM COOKING UP IN THE TUMBLR DRAFTS I PROMISE

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I posted my children go eat

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Hewwo~ Can I request Kazuha, Heizou and Thoma with an obedient s/o. How would they treat her? How does he respond to her always agreeing without an argument.

Reader from an old school family(took from how japanese women treated back then) where her parents and family are sexist, look down and treat her back. Her parents force to "train" her how to be a good housewife. So it's sorta of a unhealthy habit to just follow whatever the man says without question it. And always have a smile, doing most housework and make sure to please her Lover. And that's what makes them concerned.

Just a random idea lol

Traditional roles. (Thoma, Heizou, and Kazuha x Fem! Reader)

Scenario: Reader grows up in a traditional household, with that comes the habit of being obedient to the point it becomes a recognized issue.

Warnings: Reader has a old/traditional upbringing, can be seen as a rough childhood.

This is so unique! I have never written something like this, and i really do like the aspect of messing around with the readers upbringing and making them different! Thank you so much for requesting too! <333

Kazuha:

He was honestly one of the more observant people who noticed this behavior.

He thought it was just your personality, but realized after a while when you'd always give up on a disagreement.

He test it to make sure, saying something that was incorrect to see if you'd correct him, which you never would.

He didn't know much about how you grew up, you'd mentioned it a few times to him about how you weren't emotionally close with your parents, and he'd brush it off, not wanting to pry.

He was able to come to the conclusion himself that you were raised in a traditional housewife role.

If you wanted that lifestyle, he wouldn't have changed it, but he knew you didn't want that for yourself, and he didn't want it for you regardless.

He was gentle with it, not wanting to throw you off at first. He'd pick up small chores, which you considered "your job."

You dismiss him, telling him you could get it, but he wouldn't budge.

"Let me help you, there's quite a bit on your plate"

Those words seemed so foreign to you, but you wouldn't fight him if he wanted to help. Wasn't that a part of your role after all?

Soon enough he was taking up tasks by himself, you were puzzled by your new situation of freedom.

Getting you to correct him was the biggest challenge, as you were raised to never talk back, even if it was a correction, you were never right in their eyes.

To combat this, he'd start with simple things you could correct him on.

"What color was that flower you liked again? Was it lavender? I believe it's lavender... Or was it sky blue?"

You'd hesitate for a second, opening and closing your mouth a few times without anything coming out.

He of course knew the color of the flower you liked, but this was his method of changing your ways.

"It was the sky blue one, the one we found on the beach together." You corrected with a large exhale, as if a pressure had just been released from your back.

From there on, he'd subtly assist you in changing that traditional role :)

Heizou

He noticed overtime, with a frown on his face Every time you didn't correct him when he was talking out loud about a case he was working.

"The suspect has black hair, standing around 5 feet 7 inches."

The suspect was blonde.

You had a better memory than him sometimes, and he knew that.

He was more persistent, he was an investigator after all.

He'd ask you questions all the time about your childhood, trying to put the pieces together on why you were so obedient to him.

He did some extensive research on your parents, some could call it stalking, but he called it investigating.

He learned they were stuck by the traditional roles of the land, this was something generational. He wanted you to be the breakthrough, because in reality, those roles were so old they weren't beneficial in the time now.

He was determined to fix the mindset you had. He tried to be gentle, but he didn't want this mindset to last any longer.

He took up all the roles you took upon himself.

The chores? All done before you were awake.

You were startled, and a little overwhelmed as it was a situation you were unfamiliar with. You didn't know what to do with yourself.

You didn't know how to explain to Heizou that you relied on those chores to keep you busy, and they felt like a purpose.

Being so caught up in chores didn't allow you to have any real hobbies, and he encouraged you to go out with him or find something you were interested in.

Everytime you'd attempt to do a chore that you saw as your responsibility, he smoothly put himself in front of you, gently pushing you by your waist the other direction as you tried to protest.

You were thankful for him, for showing you freedom from the traditional roles, even if it was overwhelming in the beginning.

Thoma

Thoma took more time then the others to realize how your childhood was effecting you.

It completely blew over his head for a while, he was convinced it was simply your personality.

It took him some time to realize this was something external affecting you, and this wasn't your natural personality.

Thoma was already super gentle with you, if you insisted on wanting to do something like chores, he'd let you without an argument.

It wasn't until you were physically exhausting yourself that he noticed.

After a long day for the both of you when chores still needed to be done, he'd suggest doing them the next day.

You however, physically exhausted, eyes barely open, demanded you do it as soon as possible.

This was one of the only times he tried to argue against you. He loved you, and wanted you to do what made you happy, but if it was physically harming you then he wouldn't allow it.

He guided you back to bed, his hands clamping around your hips as you struggled against his much taller frame.

He'd realize how you did this out of habit, which made him further realize this was how you were raised to be, devoted to the male figure at all times.

He asked Ayato for advice, and Ayato was able to inform Thoma on your family history. (Ayato has connections... So many of them.)

Thoma was able to attempt to break those traditional roles you were so reliant on.

He appreciated you had something you were built on, but didn't appreciate the fact it was both mentally and physically demanding to uphold this lifestyle.

He was incredibly gentle and understanding with you throughout the process, he knew how long this could take, as it was a tradition thrown on you a long time ago.

He was patient with you, and was with you every step of the way in figuring yourself out. <3

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the inactivity from me is CRAZY

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Hello, I just wanted to thank you for writing my wingwoman Nilou request, it was really sweet<33

Btw I loved the joke you looked up it was good.

Have a wonderful day.

Oh my gosh of course!!

I had so much fun writing it, haven't written something like that and it was so cute!

I hope YOU have an amazing day/night <33

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It's Cyno birthday! WEEE can't wait for the birthday art

IT WAS SO CUTE 🥹🥹

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Guess what? My friend know how much I love Cyno, and she jokingly said she will draw him oil up And that hit me.

My best friend is an artist... Her art is Zesty... She has a drawing tablet—

*slam 20 bucks at her*

I'll pay you 20 for Tied up Oil Up Cyno ☺️

(she doesn't play Genshin lol)

WHAT.

HELP??

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If only there's a world where we just don't have to do anything, stuck in our own fantasy...

Okay poetic anon

I'm stuck in my own fantasy very often

In that fantasy slow walkers don't exist and I am very rich

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Hii! I just wanted to ask if you write for Sethos, since he's new and all?

Yes!!! I'll def write for Sethos!

I love his character sm

I think the only character I don't wanna write for is Gaming cause idk anything about him 😜

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I told myself I Will study later.

There's a few days left like 3-5 days.

Me: shit.

I REALLY NEED TO STOP PROCOSTINATING AHHHH

I FEEL YA ANON

GET ON THE GRIND

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Helloo, I'm the one who requested the best friends headcanons. Sorry I disappeared but *cough exams *cough. Anyway if it's still ok I would like to send in another request inspired by the last one as I mentioned before.

So please picture me this: Nilou's fem best friend is in love with Cyno because he's amazing *dreamy sigh, anyway she's a shy, introverted and timid type of person and isn't exactly beautiful or smart and Cyno is like high profile, insanely attractive so she believes he's way out of her league and doesn't intend to make a move. Sooo Nilou takes matters into her own hands and becomes a wingwoman.

Um this turned out lengthy, feel free to ignore it. Anyway please remember to take care of yourself and have a lovely day.

Wingwoman! (Cyno x Fem! Reader)

Scenario: Nilou plays matchmaker/wingwoman for her best friend, setting then up with Cyno!

Genre: Fluff

I'm SO SORRY this took absolutely FOREVER to get out. I died internally and came back SO SO SORRY.

THIS IS SUCH AN AWESOME REQUEST. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS. And bro I feel you on disappearances I'm trying to be active and I'll be like "eh I'll post tmrw" and there goes 2 weeks like help

Ok anyways freaking love this request and had so much fun writing this!!

If you're wondering yes I did Google the joke Cyno made thanks

Nilou's show was today. A show all of Sumeru was bound to attend. You were looking forward to her show of course, as she was your best friend, but you were almost more excited for the debrief you would have afterwards.

After every event, one of you would go to the others place, talking about everything, who was at the show, who was with who, who didn't show up, and so on. It's what best friend do!

You helped her get ready for her show, finding her makeup and touching up her hair where it was needed. You sent her off and she gave you a pre-performance hug as she ran off. You took your place in the crowd, settling yourself between the many people of Sumeru, who came from all over to watch her performance.

She was stunning, her hair glistening so perfectly in the Sumeran sun. You spotted a few familiar faces in the crowd, those who attended frequently, including Kaveh, Collei, (who dragged Tighnari along) and even Faruzan were all recognized.

You couldn't help but notice somebody familiar, but unfamiliar at Nilous shows. White hair and eyes that could kill, the general

Mahamatra stood confidently. You knew him of course, everybody did, but you had never seen him at one of Nilous performances.

You had to admit to yourself, he was attractive. The way he watched everything so carefully and was observant of everything made you want to decode him. It made you want to tear down his mysterious demeanor and get to know him. You caught yourself staring for too long and flicked your attention back to Nilou.

Her performance ended gracefully, and you caught up with her soon after. The two of you quickly made a line for her house where you two could finally have some quiet, away from the paparazzi, interviews, and flashing lights.

The two of you gathered on her couch, snacks and drinks surrounding you. You complimented her performance, telling her how in awe the crows was, including yourself.

"Thank you so much!" She said genuinely, every time. "It means a lot to me, it truly does." She swung giddily, she then turned excitedly to you. "Tell me, who all did you see?" She asked quickly.

"The usuals, a few new faces too." You bit a grape off a vine, putting the fruit back down. "Did you know the General Mahamatra was there?"

You were unaware as to why she was giggling. "I noticed; you were watching him for quite some time." She smiled; she had definitely caught on.

"You should talk to him!" She suggested excitedly, unaware of your lack of self-confidence, especially when it came to talking to someone so significant to both the nation, and you.

"I don't know about that." You replied nervously. "He doesn't seem like the type of person to indulge in relationships, and I don't think he'd be interested in me." You didn't think, you knew, deep down.

"You'll never know until you try!" She clasped her hands; you could see her scheming behind her bright eyes. "I think he was there for you, Nilou." She laughed a little harder. "No silly, he was there for security measures. We knew it would be a large turnout, and his group was called in just in case something was to go down regarding eremites. It was strictly business. However, being on stage I did see how he looked at you when you weren't looking." She grinned largely.

You couldn't tell if she was joking or not, but you felt your face heat up at the thought.

"I only know a little bit about him, I heard he likes playing cards." She admitted, trying to give you a lead on him.

With that information given, Nilou tried her hardest to get you to talk to him or reach out. It ended in utter failure as you didn't try, uncertain of what the future would hold if you did.

You could be content with your situation now, instead of worrying about rejection.

Nilou however, had other plans. She would not be content with your situation and was tired of the eye contact she would see the two of you lock without any further advancement.

It was obvious to any third party that each of you had some feelings or interest in each other, but the two of you were too dense to act on it or see it in general.

"He's into you, I'm telling you!" Nilou exclaimed after another show, you brushed her off each time. There was absolutely no way he was, and Nilou was trying to embed wishful thinking into your brain.

You continued to ignore your growing feelings, as not acting on them would do no harm.

You wouldn't act out on them, but who was to say your best friend wouldn't work her own magic?

"Y/n! They want me to perform at an event a the Bazaar this weekend, the most exciting part is they'll be hosting a TCG tournament at this event, alongside food, drinks, and other activities. You can't tell me that wouldn't make an awesome date!" Nilou ran up to you excitedly, practically jumping with joy.

"And who are you trying to go on a date with?" You asked her, head tilted with a mischievous grin. "No one! However, I'm sure Cyno will be there, this is your chance!"

You sighed as she was still yet to give up on her idea, even though her performance that sparked this whole situation was over a month ago.

"Nilou, he's not into me, I promise you that."

"Please, just come to this event. For me?" You'd do anything for her, she was your best friend. "I'll do it for you, but that's it." She smiled and you grew instantly worried.

Nilou had various connections around Sumeru, and it wouldn't have surprised you if she rigged something to her benefit. (Not in a selfish way.)

Thats exactly what she did too. Like she said, Cyno was present at the event, with a focus of becoming the Sumeru City TCG champion. You couldn't help but laugh to yourself, however nothing was funny when you realized you were entered, with a match against said Cyno.

You swore to hide Nilous hairspray or shrink her next show dress. She definitely did this. You sat across from Cyno at a small table, surrounded by the crowds of Sumeran people walking throughout the event, nobody paying any mind to either of you.

"I recognize you. You're one of Nilous friends, right? I always see the two of you together." He said, skipping a greeting.

"Yeah, I've been friends with Nilou for many years, we've been mistaken for sisters a few times." You laughed it off.

"The difference is A-parent." He joked.

You tried to laugh, you really did, but ended up feeling all the blood rush to your face for no particular reason.

"Do you get it? The difference between you two is apparent, however there is also a parental difference between you two."

You understood the joke fine and couldn't help but laugh. Not at the joke, but the way it caught you off guard.

"I get it, it was good." You admitted. He smiled lightly, light enough for just you to catch it. You watched as his eyes lit up too. "Really? I guess I'll have to use it another time if it was that good."

The two of you began to play cards, you watched as someone so powerful moved his hands with such gentleness, and you got to witness someone so distant, up close.

He ended up beating you, that was no surprise, and you had fun playing which was the best part. You thanked him for playing and began to walk off. You wanted to go tell Nilou everything while kicking your feet in her bed.

"Would you like to watch Nilous performance with me?" He said lowly, almost nervously.

"I'd love to." You smiled, walking over to the stage with him. You talked about many things as the two of you waited for the performance to start. You learned that it wasn't very hard to get past the cold demeanor, and all someone had to give him was a chance.

Nilou's performance started, and you waved to her from the middle of the crowd. As your hand went up, it brushed Cynos. He pulled back for a second on instinct, and let it relax again.

Nilou acknowledged the two of you, waving back before she started.

You watched Nilou as you did every time, focusing on the parts she talked about frequently. Furthermore, you couldn't help but also watch Cyno, who was dangerously close to you.

So close you could feel the heat radiating off his body.

He shuffled as the crowd shifted, shifting you two closer together. "Sorry, there isn't much space." You apologized for the proximity; one side of your body practically pressed up against his.

Your arm brushed him as somebody in the crowd bumped into you. He wasn't slow on noticing the disruption beside you, and wrapped an arm around your back, moving you away from the pushing. He did it out of protection, you knew, but couldn't help your stomach that was doing cartwheels.

His arm lingered loosely, just barely resting on your own arm. He looked over at you, trying to check your reaction, you smiled over at him, nodding a thank you.

No words were exchanged, but the two of you collectively enjoyed the others presence, even if you were pressed up against each other by force.

Nilous performance ended, alongside the night which was slowly coming to an end. "Thank you for tonight, it really was great." You tripped over your words a few times, hoping he would ignore it.

"I enjoyed it too, and I'd like to beat you in TCG again sometime. I'll catch you again for food sometime. Get home safely, and alert me if anything is wrong. Tell Nilou I said thank you as well." He said his goodbyes, and you were sent back home, too caught up in bliss to realize the last part of his goodbye.

Thank Nilou for what??

You met up with Nilou for breakfast the next morning, she looked guiltier than anything, but was so extremely proud of yourself.

"Last night went well." She giggled happily. You couldn't be upset, there was no possible way.

"He says thank you by the way." You told her and she smiled again.

"He's thanking me for setting the night up with you."

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Seeing my ex talking to my best friend:

"that mother F is going to die."

the NERVE HE HAS

YIKES.

I hate when exes lurk

especially when they're irrelevant

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I'm bored...

Me ignoring my test coming in 12 days and haven't start studying yet

STOP I FEEL YOU.

get on that studying though....

This blog is filled with academic prodigies 😉

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Yes keeping liking my post guys it makes me giggle and kick my feet everytime

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Imagine getting Isekaid into Genshin as your favorite character. I'm guessing your fav is Cyno? What would you do if you suddenly woke up as Cyno lol

Id be an absolute badass !!

You'd catch me exploring a lot and absolutely destroying people

He's strong too sooo 😋😋

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Can I request, s/o ask for Intimidation act/ tips, (Cyno, Xiao, Tartaglia) they want to learn how to make a stone cold face/or a glare to scare of mens that won't leave them alone, but s/o failed miserably end up looking cute instead of intimidating.

Intimidation Act! (Cyno, Xiao, Tartaglia X Gn! Reader)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of being harassed?

I love this request so much bro it's so cute

I saw it and I was like "oh absolutely"

AND I am so sorry this took forever to upload. I was kind of in a slump BUT I'm back!

Cyno

Cyno was quite literally known for his expression, he seemed so intimidating to those who didn't know him. Luckily for you, you knew him better than anyone, and you knew how easy it was to get past his stone cold expression.

"Hey Cyno, you're always told how intimidating you look. How do I look intimidating as well?" You asked, hovering around him in your shared house.

You slung your arms over his shoulders from behind, wrapping them around his chest.

He turned his head to you, he had never thought of how he actually managed to look intimidating, as it wasn't his intention. His eyes were blank with thought.

"I'm not sure, it comes naturally for me I suppose."

He admitted blandly, no help to you whatsoever. "My demeanor probably isn't desirable; people have deemed me unapproachable." He frowned, recalling his multiple instances of people being scared of him.

"Well General Mahamatra, I think people just need to get past that demeanor of yours to see how sweet you truly are, however, I want that intimidating demeanor."

He scoffed at the name you called him and your stubbornness for something so dumb, like being intimidating. "Just frown more." He suggested, but just doing that wouldn't make you scary, just mean looking.

"Oh! I'll lock eye contact too, it makes people nervous." You added, trying the method onto your boyfriend. You ended up keeping a straight face and staring at him in the eyes. It ended up making you more nervous then anything.

"Your eyes are too pretty to be scary." He commented, smiling at you as he was maintaining eye contact with you so easily, almost as if he was reading your every thought.

He stood there with his arms crosses, shoulders pulled back and head angled. You had made many observations on him, but it was hard to copy him without looking stupid.

He seemed so effortlessly good at it as the two of you stood there for a solid few seconds, staring each other down. You came out the loser in the silent intimidation battle, your cheeks warming as he watched your every move.

"Is there a reason as to why you're trying to copy me?" He asked genuinely, readjusting his posture to be much less intimidating.

"I don't know, the merchants around Caravan Ribat make me uncomfortable sometimes, I wish they were scared of me so they wouldn't talk to me." You looked up at him, knowing most people in the desert would avoid his gaze and presence.

"Do you have names? I can make sure they're taken care of and never look at you again." His demeanor shifted to that of your gentle boyfriend, to that of his duty as Mahamatra.

"I'll be okay." You laughed at his protectiveness. Dehya already had everything covered, and always had a protective eye over you.

"I'll make sure I go with you next time, if you can't scare them off, I most certainly will." He placed a light kiss to your forehead, ending off your night.

Xiao

Xiao in many ways, was utterly terrifying. Even you were admittedly scared of him when the two of you had first met. He knew how he acted, and he paid no mind to how people perceived him. The only opinion that really mattered to him was yours.

He noticed you had been acting different as of recently. He knew your every mannerism, he was amazingly observant, and could tell when something was off.

"You're underestimating Adepti if you think I can't tell when something is different about you. What is it?"

He was onto you. You weren't acting entirely different, but a slight shift into anything revolving around you would go noticed by your adeptus.

"Your interactions are changing. Why is that?" He asked blandly. You knew how he acted and how he felt were two different things. You could understand his concern, but he would never show it.

You were scared to mention what was actually troubling you as of recently. He waited patiently for a response as you hesitated to tell him what was going on.

"I've just been bothered by a few locals. They keep harassing me in a way and I tried to take after you, I asked myself what would you do, but you don't even get harassed! People are scared of you, so I tried to copy your mannerisms."

He wanted to smile at your confession, but he couldn't put aside the part you mentioned being harassed. He was naturally protective over you, and this had really sent him over the edge.

"Where are they?" He asked, keeping everything straight to the point. He didn't need to know anything more, and even if you didn't tell him, he would find out himself.

"Xiao, it's really fine." You tried arguing with him, but it was no use. You brushed his hand lightly, it didn't go unnoticed, but he had a goal.

The next morning, he returned to you, with acts of service being his love language, he came back with a new set of flowers set on your desk.

You were upset he disappeared last night, but he was a free spirit you couldn't control.

"What happened last night?" You asked him, scared of the answer you would receive.

"I dealt with the worthless individuals." He replied blunt as ever, standing in your doorframe.

"If you ever run into trouble like that, you're supposed to call my name." You sighed, you knew you should have, but didn't want to trouble him with something like that.

"Can you teach me how to be less approachable?"

"I'm not a teacher."

You had your answer, and he was stubborn.

If he wouldn't be your teacher, you would teach yourself. You kept copying his mannerisms, and he'd roll his eyes every time he caught you doing it.

He thought it was cute, but would never admit that to you, a mortal.

At the end of the day when the two of you came back to each other and you could let your guard down, he loved seeing your smile more than anything. It brought him light to the dark life he lived.

Childe

Tartaglia was both one of the least intimidating people you knew, and most. He had his moments he could turn up the heat, making his subordinates weak in the knees, but you also knew him as the sweet, gentle, boy he could also be.

He tried his best to hide his harbinger side from you, as that wasn't your burden to deal with, but it was a part of him you couldn't ignore.

You couldn't ignore the way some of his subordinates looked at you when you were around him while he was working. Their stares made you uncomfortable, and you could hear them whispering disturbing things under their breath.

They should have known much better then to talk about a harbingers partner, as they had worked out for absolutely no one.

Tartaglia was observant, but a little oblivious to the situation, and you had tried your best to ignore it as well. You tried the tactic of an RBF, which only worked a little bit.

"It's like you're taking after me, I see the way you look at my subordinates, I've never seen you look so intimidating!" He was just a little dense.

"They make me uncomfortable." You admitted finally, and he stopped dead in his tracks as the two of you were talking while sparring.

"What do you mean? Have they done something?" He put his bow away quickly and walked over to you, caught off guard by the new information.

"Its's nothing I can't handle; they've just been staring and what not."

"Who?" He asked, almost sounding like a demand. He caught himself before he got snappy, taking a deep inhale.

You giggled at his reaction, running a hand through his hair. "Like I said, nothing I couldn't handle."

"They're still alive, so they weren't handled." He removed your hand from his hair, kissing it as he released it.

"Point them out to me, and I'll keep them after training next time."

You knew he wouldn't hesitate to harm, or even kill someone for you, but would he do it to his own subordinate?

Long story short, the group that had made you uncomfortable were never seen again under Tartaglia's supervision.

A few weeks later, he had started subtly advising you on ways to intimidate someone. Between eye contact, posture, and manipulation, intimidation was one of the many things he had been trained on as a harbinger.

He'd watch as you had started to copy him, standing by his side standing as tall as you could, (even if you weren't very tall.)

He was proud of himself for teaching you so well, and proud of you for learning. You weren't very scary, but he knew he was, so regardless, people would be scared if they saw him by your side.

You'd exclaim to him excitedly when his subordinates would avoid your eye contact, but in reality, he had threatened them. He loved the way you'd light up, and if all he had to do was threatened his snotty subordinates, he'd do it a million times over.