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engagetextposts · 18 days

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jade is the only one going about it correctly, and remember to go to the nearest first aid if sprayed with holy venom by the divine dragon

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entamewitchlulu · 2 years

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“The townspeople took the prince for dead

When he never returned with the dragon’s head

When with her, he stayed

She thought he’d be too afraid

But he loved her too much instead.”

― Jess C. Scott, Piety, Dragon Poems

The dragon had expected to meet this prince at some point, perhaps after they'd roasted a few more knights. They did not expect him to scramble up into their cave, and call them beautiful.

#bondshipping #johan andersen #yubel #yugioh gx #lulu writes

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deepreviewvoid · 8 months

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- Trust has no value -

pm Dazai × gn Reader!

Genre: Shenanigans,,

Synopsis: a game of two truths and a lie in an abandoned warehouse quickly turns into a dangerous game of trust.

Background: Reader is also a mafioso, and has known Dazai for a good while after being recruited under his wing, but time alone establishes nothing mutual, especially in a place like the port mafia.

Triggers: this is the port mafia, really, what else should I say? (Knives, Suicide mentions, Blood)

The mafia is a cruel organisation, that is an understatement, it is nothing short of a demonic one that reaps its privileges forcefully without second thought. You didn't have any bright plans in mind, or even a clearer line of morality, so you decided to join for the benefits, the money, and the thrill.

Climbing the ranks wasn't awfully difficult, you were smart and knew your way between the thugs and the knives, sure you've had your scoldings, but each sharpened your will and hardened your tenacity untill eventually, you were recognised by one of the executives, who later took you to work under his team.

He had weird subordinates...to say the least.

An orange haired kid with an attitude? apparently, he manipulates gravity and its the strongest ability known out there. It would be a random beautiful day, but not for Chuuya because he'd always curse the fact that he and Dazai worked almost too perfectly together, infact so well that they were known among the mafia as Double Black, or something like that. He instead preferred to talk about wine and motorcycles, and both topics never interested you, so really, you and Chuuya never found common ground unless it was a battleground.

Then there was Akutagawa, he was quiet, tense, and with a comical amount of temperament. His ability had a personality of its own, which safe to say, it stems from his deepest core which is filled with pure loathing. After working with Dazai for a while, you pretty much realised that Akutagawa was like an orphan he picked and made a punching bag, no wonder he's traumatised.

Anyone would be naive to think that Dazai cared about these two with any possible shred of genuine concern, empathy or even bondship, no.. no no, you'd be gravely mistaken, Dazai intentionally dug out his heart long ago, thus, he solely relies on his mind, his thought process and wit that has kept him alive, and will soon make him the next Mafia head.

You are no exception, you knew that he doesnt trust you, and you never trusted him either but this is the mafia right? We're not here to make friends and share our woes as we cry our hearts out in loving trust. Yes, we're one big family, but that's a metaphor, afterall, we're a family armed with guns, everyone has a gun, anyone can play the game.

You knew the rules and you played the game, you only focused on your tasks and nothing else, however, you also kept one eye out at the suicidal executive, human nature was a personal interest of yours and you couldnt just ignore the opportunity to study how that man works, from afar, of course.

It's been months since you've been here, and today you learnt something new, Dazai has a little something for abandoned warehouses.

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"Thank you for joining me tonight y/n!" Dazai said with a hint of sarcastic cheerfulness as he sat crossed legged a top of an empty shipment container, it was practically rusting everywhere.

"I was quite bored, think nothing of it" you were leaning on the container from bellow, staring at nothing in particular. "now why did you actually even bother inviting me is what I'm interested in" you didn't bother making eyecontact, the empty warehouse was already doing its job at echoing your voice loudly enough.

"How should I word this?-" he flipped the pages in his book as his eyes scanned the pages with the help of the dim moonlight. "Think of it as an opportunity, for the both of us" he said in a deadpan voice, not curious or interested, just simply stating.

When Dazai speaks of opportunities, its always about his opportunities. You're not going to get anything out of it, and you knew that too well, so you simply rolled your eyes.

but ... you were willing to play his game.

"Tell me more" you asked, and he replied almost immediately, "do you trust your superior?" and you replied bluntly, "orders are orders so yes, but if we were to sit in a room as strangers with one gun, I don't think so".

And so, you two lashed out in a series of questions being asked by him, to be immediately answered by you.

"Feeling is mutual with the latter, next question, where do your loyalties lie?"

"To the Mafia's prosperity and continuous succession"

"Guns or Knives?"

"Knives, give or take"

Dazai made a sound close to humming just for the notion of the conversation, the page of the book he was holding made a sound as it turned once more, but then the book was abruptly shut right after, as if the new page's contents were boring.

"You know, you're such an interesting person to strike conversations with!" You rolled your eyes at his comment before blunting replying "Do you call this one sided conversation really interesting?", he was the only one asking, but then again, do you even dare ask? There's no guarantee that this man won't play around it.

"Don't get me wrong y/n, I value honesty, you may go ahead and strike me for this ground to be fair" his voice echoed from above the container, and soon enough, he jumped down gracefully to impose direct eyecontact. It was always his way of intimidation, but you also knew your way around, so you burned more fuel into the game by throwing the dice.

"Guns or Knives?"

"Guns are more reliable, they're the embodiment of aiming your will at who you choose to kill, I did notice that you're more of a knife type of person..." his answer ended on a question, and for the sake of this, you didn't entertain him the pleasure of giving an answer, instead you pushed for another question, which made him faintly smirk at the realisation.

"Are you a masochist?"

He chuckled lowly "I don't take pleasure from pain, infact I hate it... and you already know about these" he lifted his arms, "they're just suicidal tendencies, is all"

You took in his words as you both made unwavering eye contact, Dazai was almost always confident in his words, they're a result of his trusty mind afterall. "I'll take my turn now, what do you think of my prowess as an executive?" He said.

"You get things done effectively, your manipulation skills are intimidating and you know how to control the pawns, out of all executives, it seems that you have the least casualties among your men"

"How astute of you, I must say it's even quite flattering" he dramatically raised a hand in fake admiration.

It's your turn now~

"Tell me more about Ango and Odasaku, from my observation, I know that you spend a lot of time with them, what about them? do you trust them?" You didn't break eyecontact as you asked.

"Ango is an informant officer, secretive but rely on him, Odasaku is a great drinking buddy, dont underestimate his low ranking" he effortlessly answered a vague answer, without giving a single hint of doubt in his half assed answer.

At this pace, there's no way you can use this chance to learn more about him, so why not make things more interesting for the both of you? "Do you want to play a game, executive?", his single eye showed signs of intriguement for a moment before a smile ever so faintly crept on his face, he likes games doesn't he? "a magnificent proposal"

"Let's play two truths and a lie, simple, and i'll do you the honors by going first" you smirked slyly as you imposed your three sentences, to which one was a lie.

"I trust you"

"I prefer knives over guns"

"I'm completely loyal to the mafia"

You wanted to play that game, you wanted to make the answer obvious, so you chuckled and nodded when he chose the first statement to be the lie. He found this entertaining, it's entertaining when a game losses its rights to be called a game, because the answers are already there from the start. This was unusual for him, most games he played were of cat and mice in real operations, but this harmless game? Oh it was something else for him, so he proceeded with his three statements.

"I trust you"

"I prefer guns over knives"

"I'm a suicidal"

You both were practically staring daggers at each other when you chose the first answer, and when he revealed it to be the correct one... You both chuckled in quiet irony, the warehouse sending your eerie voices echoing around.

"Chuuya is not as half as entertaining, unless I make him to be, this is more fun, I must confess" he said first between his laughs, and you replied right away with your own confession.

"I agree, Akutagawa hates my guts, I can't even start to have a proper conversation before he lashes out rashoumon at me" you replied dryly, also between your laughs.

Two people just confessed that they don't trust each other and there they are laughing like a bunch of maniacs. What kind of insanity is this? You asked yourself, but in reality, you asked him something far more unusual...

"Then humor me, since we don't trust each other, would you be willing to take a dare from me?" Dazai gave you the most unhinged look for a couple of long seconds, probably out of an act of suspense, he agreed in the end. "If you humor me as well with the same request, then gladly"

Dare for a dare, eye for an eye. You can ask him to do anything and he can do just the same, what enticing possibility should you choose? Knowing yourself, you were already going to choose something psychological, the excitement was apparent in your voice as you placed your dare on the table.

"Close your eye for ten minutes, ten minutes of pure truth where you'll answer any questions I impose with atleast some material honesty"

Without hesitation, nor comment, he closed his one remaining eye as he stood infront of you ever so casually, it was like you're staring at a corpse if it wasn't for his chest heaving as he took his long breaths and his brown locks that were fluttering in the gentle wind of the open warehouse, it made him a pinch more alive.

The executive is already committed to the dare it seems.

"So, how does it feel to close your last eye?" You crossed your arms as you stared at him, making sure to not move yet, as that will give him some hints.

"I would be lying if I said I'm closing the bandaged one, but don't worry, I see nothing" he chuckled, "some people think I hurt my eye, but I didn't, and I wouldn't go far as to visually impair myself. I only wear this patch to switch between my left eye when I'm in a darker environment"

"So you wouldn't go far as to visually impair yourself, but you jump in rivers? Seriously.. Hirotsu made me fish you out before because that old man's back couldnt swim" small cries of laughter escaped your lips as you giggled at the memory.

"Don't question a suicidal, what if I told you that my true love in life is a fine rope?" He said in amusement, sighing also in mock amusement.

Now that's entertaining, you thought. But hey, let's press for more questions, so far his answers are genuine, or atleast appear to be.

You made an intentional sound of shuffling as if to grab something from your attire to give an illusion, to let his mind wander. You approached him untill you were only two steps apart, he stood unflinching.

"Tell me, what's your mind thinking?"

"Two things, you're attempting to psychologically trick me, and what the hell is y/n doing, honest" his lips curved unto a high smile, a sly one.

"It's kind of hard isn't it? You always trust your mind and the judgements it provides because your eyes play a crucial part in providing sources, but without your eyes, what can your thoughts even produce?"

"You know, a blind man can still become a mafioso, they can strongly rely on their other senses to produce judgements that are just as accurate as someone with perfect vision. I don't think there's a difference in my judgement, but I must confide in the fact that I enjoy this test nevertheless"

"What if I told you that I'm holding my knife?"

"That's a lie"

"How could you tell?"

"By sound..., oh, now you're holding it~"

And it was true, this time you were holding your favourite little knife, you ended many lives with with one. It surprised you, but then again, it shouldn't surprise you that he was able to tell the tiniest sounds that a normal human wouldn't hear, that's because our ears don't focus on the little things in life, unless we force them to do so.

"So what about my knife? How do you feel about it?" You made a show, only to yourself of course, by masterfully flickering the knife around, it obviously made sounds as it cut the air.

"I've always liked the shape of your knife's handle, it's very grotesque, which is why I like it. I'm also thinking of all the ways you could stab me right now, it's exciting, can you believe that there are over a hundred of ways to stab someone?!"

You rolled your eyes yet again tonight, he was way too enthusiastic in his mentions of suicide and harm, you probably already know atleast half of his most read book by now, the complete manual of suicide.

"Well? What's the liberty of the knife holding?" He asked, still unhinged, and still he stood in the same position and posture since the ten minute clock.

You shrugged, "it's fun to swing it around", your knife deviously coming close to his own body, you were also enjoying this...

He was only smiling during the whole thing even as you brought the edge of your knife over his non-bandaged cheek.

"So it's true, you really don't fear death" you whispered, as you glided your knife over his cheek, in truth, this knife was a dull one, not your sharp one that you usually kill with so really, It was a pathetic knife that you held so dear, it was a knife uncapable of hurt, it didn't even spill one drop of blood,

unless you applied more pressure,

which you did.

"You know, I don't think I'll prefer to have a bandage on my good side, try not to make it too ugly", his skin tingled with a familiar feeling, the feeling of being cut. "Bandages on both sides? Really?" He sighed at this trouble as if it concerned him greater than the fact that you're running a knife across his cheek, and that a drop of blood is begining its race to his jaw.

He didn't stop you, and this was too prexpeling that you forced yourself to stop.

You wiped it off the drop with your finger, the wound is too weak to spill more than two drops anyway, and you seathed your knife back to its place. You noticed yourself unable to stop staring at him, your stomach slightly flipped at how morbid a human can really be. It fascinated you, but at the same time, you realised you were dealing with a challenge...

This man doesn't tick like a clock, because there were never batteries to begin with.

"It won't scar" you said while looking at your finger, wiping the blood away in your clothes, ah, the privilege of wearing black clothes, you took a few steps back, he's the same, he didn't move since the start. He's an executive.

"That's good to hear" he let out a huff, "what a dull knife you have, why do you keep it with you? If I had to guess, its because it holds intrinsic value."

"Hey, you don't get to ask questions here" you said in mocking sarcasm, he immediately refuted "I get to, ten minutes have passed-" he opened his eye again with a faint smirk.

Already? How long have you been staring? How long have you been trying to stab his cheek? And does he count time just like that? You didn't dare check your phone, you knew he was right when you estimated the time and went over the events in your head, you gave up and sighed.

"Welcome back to the world of the living, hooray" you said in a stern tone, almost mocking him once more. Dazai doesn't hold grudges much, in fact, this guy is a sucker for insults, especially when the enemy insults him.

He simply smiled mischievously "now close your eyes for ten minutes, and answer my questions truthfully" of course, that freak chose the the same dare and you can't complain at your own game, so you immediately shut your eye lids, and the last thing you saw was his face, a finger that he swiped across the little cut you gave him, and a smile.

"Tell me, if I were to do the same, would you let me? Would you flinch?" You thought of the question, and truth be told, an answer immediately popped in by heart, so you answered truthfully.

".. no, not really, eye for an eye I suppose"

"Why do you think that I don't trust you?"

"We've worked together before, we both saw what each of us are capable of, even one of the most valuable lessons you've taught me is the fact that evil expects evil from others"

"Astute, but not the answer I seek"

"Wait, let me guess again"

He let out a huff, you could imagine that he was smiling, "go ahead" he said as if he'd be patient for eternity, even if you took two minutes out of the previous ten.

"Perhaps because trust is a weak word... Does it even have any value to you?" You realised that you just asked him a question, so you didn't keep your hopes up for an answer, however.. he replied.

"It's hard to say, trust is a personal debate of mine, that said, 'trust no one' is a motto some live by, but in reality, if one were to never to trust anyone, then no real progress would pursue. As much as I despise it, Double Black is based on trust, and as much as the head of the mafia despises it, he too must rely on his executives." Dazai's answer was nothing short of well thought and well constructed, still it left you puzzled even more, what was his stance? Is there anyone he trusts?

But alas, don't push your luck is what you've convinced yourself in this moment.

"Over to you now, why don't you trust me?"

"I don't think anyone should trust you, truth be told and I be damned for saying this"

"Oh? Don't worry, do continue, I want to hear your reasoning"

"With all due respect executive, you're awfully good at manipulation, nothing short of a master manipulator. I don't think you'd blink twice before picking up a card and discarding another, you choose not to be a piece in someone's game but always to be the player in everyone's game."

Dazai chuckled darkly, almost too darkly for this. Suddenly, this game has went ten degrees colder. "This is too good" he said a simple sentence, but who knew what it implies, even worse, you can't tell what it really implies when you can't see anything.

Then you heard his footsteps, the sound between each step was consistent so he took normal strides... about four steps, you already estimated that he's one step infront of you, too close.

"I told you, we have the most interesting conversations" he said in a cheerful tone which was now closer. "Do you remember that operation that sent us flying?" His voice wavered a little as he quietly chuckled "the bomb situation at one of our warehouses, it was a chaotic one"

That time, an enemy gang placed a bomb at a mafia warehouse, unknowingly, and unluckily, you and Dazai happened to be near the explosion radius, it was one of the worst casualties that the mafia had in years and after it, came in days and days of endless work to amend the losses and seek revenge.

"That happened almost two months ago, yet I almost forgot you still have that bruise" you can feel his eyes trace that place you know well, there was originally a glass shard that impaled your skin dangerously at the backside of your neck.

"I broke an arm and your neck was bleeding like no tomorrow, yet we held our ground. I'm still surprised you didn't pass out that day" you felt some air on your nose, it didn't take you long to realise it was his breath. Needless to say, he smelled terrible.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Just saying my thoughts out loud, by the way, ten minutes have passed" you waited a few seconds to open your eyes, he was already back where he originally stood.

"Fair game executive, fair game" you smirked at him, sure, he's mysterious, witty and suicidal, but the past hour has been the most interesting thing you'd done since you joined the mafia.

He let out a crooked smile before taking out something familiar, your dull knife. "Do you remember? I asked you if this knife had any intrinsic value to you..."

Once again, you rolled your eyes, of course, he swipped it off you earlier. "What's got you so hooked up on that knife, Dazai?"

"You did just cut an executive's cheek, what privilege already!" He joked tauntingly as he swung the knife across his fingers in a careless manner.

"Says the executive that would let anyone murder him~" I cooed as I slugged ny shoulders.

"Come on, quit blabbering, I deserve an answer" he pouted dramatically.

Eventually, you just let him have what he wanted, he was like a kid demanding candy, and that was scary enough.

"Fine, this is the oldest knife that I have, that's all there is to it. I found it on the street too"

This is also the knife that got you first blood.

"Oh, so that explains why it's so ugly" he flipped it left and right observing it once more, as if the new information provides a whole new picture to the knife.

You sighed before swiping it off his fingers, "Seriously- gimme that" he let you take it, but his smirk was forever plastered on his face for somereason. "Don't even get me started on your taste in river spots!" You seathed the knive back into your little leather holder before looking back him with a teasing taunt, it's almost baffling how he manages to flip between kid and executive.

"You choose the spots that are next to port- I repeat- next to port- that means murky water, contaminated with oils and rust. Is that what you really want to fill your lungs with? In that case, I'd consider suffocation, or even lethal poisoning instead of drowning in pollution. Have some self worth atleast for your dead body"

Dazai didn't say a word, at first which made you second guess you existence, but oh well, he broke into giggles, little by little, into a full blown laughter, even holding his chest with his hands as a form of dramatic flare or perhaps it was genuine. You couldnt hold yourself back, why did that sound come from your mouth, why were you laughing too over suicidal methods? You couldn't help it, you knew half of his damn book.

Eventually, you both calmed down from the hysteria.

"I still don't trust you" he crossed his arms, turned his head slightly away, still in eye contact. "so that means, I can't trust your choice in suicide methods"

"I don't trust you either" you copied his exact same posture, also crossing your arms. "I can't trust your judgement in knives"

"Drink with me tonight?"

"Only if you'll humor me with another dare?"

"Deal".

-End

And that's how pretty much Dazai introduced you to his go to bar, Lupins.

A/N: I'd really appreciate feedback since this is my first. Thanks :) that was fun to write.

#dazai osamu #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai headcanons #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanfic #port mafia #dazai x y/n #dazai x you

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some-random-one · 6 months

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Imagine: You and Cross are friends, despite his caution, he finds himself slowly warming up to you.

He isn't sure whether its your caring nature or what else it could possibly be, but finds himself wanting to protect you.

As time goes by, the two of you grew even closer, spending more time together, and the close bondship certainly didn't go unnoticed by him, especially with his emotions as of late..

He could listen to your voice for hours, even your laugh is a delight to hear, and his soul fluttering whenever you compliment him, even if he gets easily flustered in the process.

One day, the two of you were having a peaceful walk through the forest, until he had asked you to wait, before soon returning with flowers in hand, offering them to you with a light blush.

#cross sans #undertale au #cross sans x reader #sorta #Still kinda getting used to this

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s-arrynight · 10 months

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This isn’t a request but I should stop making fun of Nikei so much for being a pissboy of the supernatural-

Man, I started crying when watching a series on it even though I know the supernatural ain’t real 😭

that is kinda funny true bondship

but nawh as the moral lesson of chapter 4 maybe its okay to be a hypocrite sometimes, especially when it's nikei and BTW SILLY happy maybe late birthday!!!!

#kites blog

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wdillustration · 4 months

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Nothing out of the ordinary recently but decided to post in a little Polar Parker bondship comic for while just for the Christmas season, Hope it's worth to like!

#art #fanart #oc art #comic art #walton d parker #octonauts #captain barnacles #christmas

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ornstein · 1 year

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You cannot unconvince me Jin didn't write some sappy poetry about friendship or bondship or brotherhood with Ryuzo at some point in his teens, and Ryuzo kept the paper although it was probably lost or swept away by a storm, and even now he catches himself still thinking about this crumbled piece of beautiful caligraphy written just for him, and wishes he could still have it, if only to hold onto a keepsake from when he almost had it all.

#can you tell they still make me feel things #ghost of tsushima #ryujin #jinryu #sakai jin #ryuzo

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fogsrollingin · 2 years

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"Rhys Darby Discusses OFMD & New Zealand Outback Steakhouse." Lights, Camera, Barstool. March 22, 2022. Original on YT || Archive.org

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0-3mins At time of this interview, 6 episodes of OFMD out right now with 4 more to go. RD confirmed it was a midlife crisis, avid reader, fantasizing, realizing he could buy his way into this life. He built a library on the ship so he could still escape from the escape. Took his wardrobe with him. Blackbeard was coming to the end of his tether at this point in time & pure boredom.

3m30s “Blackbeard’s really intrigued by this ridiculous gentleman that should not be in that world.” Darby interpreted BB’s plan to kill Stede & steal his identity to be authentic.

4m: “Although I say it was a midlife crisis, there is something deeper going on there.”

4m40s on the joys of working with Taika. Sometimes we do break. We had to dramatic act together and that was fun because we hadn’t done that before. “We gave each other high fives as we wiped away the tears”

6m10s Taika would look at some directors and go “you sure you wanna do that angle?” lol

7m15s “I was walking in high heels half the time, these dainty man-boots that I definitely tripped over some ropes.”

8m10s Interviewer mistook an instagram img of Rhys’s youngest son in full pirate garb for Rhys when he was young, haha, really cute. Son’s always been into pirates, Rhys not at all. Rhys liked knights, ninjas, and star wars.

9m45s Will you be in Taika’s Star Wars movie? No calls yet; we’ll see.

12m media like this hasn’t gotten made much bc actually out at sea, “hard to shoot, everyone gets sick,” dealing with weather, Pirate Radio/The Boat That Rocked

14m Rhy’s favorite funny bit, Taika improvising + making the aristocrats laugh and concerned Stede. Rope physical comedy for an hour genuinely worried crew. Snakery snackery bit.

15m28s the interviewer made me laugh bc he was admiring how Stede stood up for Taika’s BB and helped him, “great moment of friendship and bondship” hahaha

16m30s Flight of the Conchords, they all huddled “can you see how much $$ is surrounding us?!” Kiwi guys against the world. Band meetings were the funnest thing ever.

18m25 Ewen Bremner aka Buttons is Rhys’s choice for funniest person on set. Matt/Black Peter. Dave Fane, Joel Fry is funny as hell.

19m40s Rhys was annoyed/angry with WWDitS bc it was always at night, once it had to be 3AM, no script, he had a cold at the time. Jemaine and Taika told the actors to go up to Rhys and just annoy him. What we’re watching is Rhys being truly annoyed by incompetent werewolves

22mins Jemaine & Taika came up with the title “We’re Wolves” for a spin-off movie. “Will it ever happen? Who knows” - RD

22m22s Hamburgers fave junk food, Fave toy?: 2 Transformers toys were his faves, skateboard, action figures.

24m30s Any movie you want about any real person, who? Sir Edmund Hilary, New Zealander climbed Everest. Richard Pierce who invited ‘flight’ - slightly before the Wright Brothers.

26m20s Worst heckler moment? Someone shouted “Tell us a joke!”

27m30s Role you rly wanted but didn’t get? About an alien, it was called ‘Neighbor’ or something (I bet it was Syfy's Resident Alien). The White Lotus, the guy who shat in a briefcase. Interviewers tricked Rhys into believing it was the guy’s real shit during that scene lol

>Fogs' OFMD Interviews, Behind-the-Scenes, etc. Archives

#rhys darby #ofmd #our flag means death #taika waititi #david jenkins #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #we're wolves

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sugarsweetvirgo · 20 days

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Seto : When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Seto lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the person who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!

Kaiba, The Impatient Competitive vs Eve, The Curious Completionist

#the two really stink at playing two player games together :(#Kaiba is the one that speedruns his games while Eve has 100% completion on hers #Eve is obviously Atlas ✨#Her controller being custom made for her size not because she actually plays a lot if video games but because her boyfriend is a gamer???#ssv #ssv talks #oc #yugioh au #giant/tiny #yugiohoc #bondshipping #gt fluff #answered asks #ask

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cola-fiend · 1 year

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Omgggg I think i'm gonna directly ask for that one wip: Heat!!! I hope it's a Thramsay 👀💞🥰

It is! But also a throose and maybe boltoncest but thramsay is endgame!

Here’s the elevator pitch so far:

Theon is the only surviving son of disgraced Balon Greyjoy. Underhanded business dealings and unlawful conduct cost Balon custody of his youngest remaining child. Many agreed that the lad was better for it, as the iron islands are not known to be kind to omegas. Instead, the boy grew up lavishly with the Starks. His breeding was not of the right caliber for their status, so no marriage would be found for Theon amongst the Starks and their like. Once Theon presented, Ned Stark was dutiful in arranging his continued wardship with the Bolton’s.

Wardship has evolved for omegas. Traditionally, housing an omega as they reached maturity was as good as a betrothal. High born Omegas could expect to find their bond mate in their alpha guardian or his sons. A modern shift in morality allowed for omega wards to act as surrogates for their guardians, the children born of these arrangements as legitimate as true born heirs. Once they have satisfied their foster’s need for offspring, the omega ward may be dismissed to pursue their own bondships, unbesmirched and able to boast their fertility.

Roose has a fondness for his young wife Walda, but her last pregnancy was complicated and left her with fertility issues and Sweet Walda has only produced girls. The solution came in the form of a disgruntled youth that was outgrowing his fosterage with the Starks.

Theon isn’t thrilled by the situation, his options being Surrogate for Roose himself or be paired with one of his sons. At least with the surrogacy he may be granted freedom to pursue education or potential suitors of his choosing, with Roose’s recommendation of course.

Finds Dom insufferable and Ramsay boarish, and it seemed any more Bolton sons would have to come from Theon himself with Walda’s condition.

Roose loves torturing Theon with formalities, watching him struggle with submission and his own instincts to please.

I wanna write a chapter were Roose puts a vibrating plug inside Theon when they go to a fancy event, but Ramsay steals the remote. Or maybe one where Theon was bad and Roose punished him by letting Ramsay have a go at him.

Will be a very smutty fic where Theon is essentially passed around the Bolton family 🥰

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manvsdiary · 1 month

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1- i had two dreams last night

a- an old lost friend writes a video essay thinking back warmly on something we did together (that he absolutely didnt actually write and i think i mayve just been lucid dreaminf for the first time)

2- idk what kind of love i can provide

no cynics (okay, reasonable ask ina dating profile)

no sapiosexuals** (okay cunt now youre just being funnt)

but actually, i don’t know how attuned i am with being a Romantic. ive been a Romantic before— i mean, ive tried. i remember having been corny, lots.

but you list interests like being a poet and being a musician and MAYBE womens heads jump to this thing like youll be fiery and spanish with these occupations. not so, not with me. the poems i write (and more often than not they just occur to me, a fraud) are poignant little miniatures. or neologisms. or just experiments. theyre never love poems. not once have they been. the musics id like to write are like gizmos, experiments in unhinged jazz and industrial design. not love songsX

these are occupations done to appease a sickly, vain* interest in formalism, not to channel devotion.**

so what kind of love do i provide?

what kind of love even can i provide?

what kind of love wont i ever provide?

**) the thing here is that some people who purport to have a boner for brains will cull romantic advancements from what is, essentially, orthogonal activity. youre going to just be doing your normal shit, the shit you will do because its your fixation or your livelihood or whatever, and they will track that as progress in their attraction. maybe that works for some people. maybe it lets them doublelive: advance their academic career and their love life all at once. not me. i dont care for that. i dont care for ‘sapiosexuals’ and also anyone who describes their science or technology as ‘sexy’ and i think they must all be suffering from some kind of short circuiting basically between what are typically understood to be independent parts of the head. no, im here to practice a kind of animal love: a primitive, tribal devotion between two strangers. to find them and keep finding them and to lick their wounds and keep their soul warm with mine. its not compatiblewith that sapiosexual hogamimy. the attention that i have to give to some math problem is in no way the same as the attention that i give to practice love. and the tricky thing about people geting too many wires crossed is you want— i want whatever love i participate in to be communicated inside a relatively balanced conversation and a shared and intentional conversation and NOT something to blindly take part in in the background as a consistent byproduct of the things that i do when im not doing love. that is what a lopsided conversation is. and having one-sided conversations is how conversations can get away from you— aimed without fault since, regardless of which role is yours, dialogues like that eventually get away from each the less-active and the more-active participants both.

anyways,

anyways, im told bonds form in sharing emotional experiences. okay. i think that to me this sounds true. but what kind of emotional procedures have i got coming up? i dont actually know.

what strife?

or something positive?

where will it be appropriate to open myself to forming a new bond, an attachment, a new responsibility to someone? is obligation a necessary aspect of bondship?

because i do already have quite a large obligation to myself right now. and im still trying to understand the size of that obligation. how to even measure it and understand it and how then to optimize it so i can get it squashed out fast as i can and open myself to things out past my narrow, visible horizons.

#verticalkeyboard

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lucy-verse · 4 years

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broke: Yubel hates Johan and will do anything they can to ruin his relationship with Judai.

woke: Yubel is a bit jealous of Johan at first but they inevitably develop a close bond.

bespoke: "I've only known this little blue nugget for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this dimension and then myself."

#spiritshipping #bondshipping #soulbondshipping #sparkle queue

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mahimawari · 3 years

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