#can you guys imagine some people speak without being scared

[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Imagines

enhypen jake mafia special

synopsis: married life with mafia boss jake sim

pairings: jake sim x reader

word count: 3k

warnings: violence, guns, killings and curses. (let me know if i missed some)

important note: if you haven’t read the one shot of jake sim, i suggest for you to read it first. you can find the fic › here

“It was really nice to see you in this meeting, Jake Sim.” the man across the long conference table says that caught Jaeyun’s attention. He leans comfortably to his swivel chair and smirks lightly.

“I couldn’t say the same since this meeting made me leave my family back in Korea.” Jake states without holding back. The man laughs finding how Jaeyun’s straightforward demeanor amusing.

This is one reason why he made it big at the mafia world. He was known for skills in business and how straightforward of a person he is.

“It was only for two weeks. I’m sure your wife can manage?” the teasing smile plastered on his face clicks something inside Jake, despite the uneasy feeling he kept his grin.

“Speaking of your wife, she’s very beautiful. I’ve seen her once at a gala gathering. Stunning lady.” his statement slowly made the grin on the mafia boss fade.

He knew very well that his wife is very beautiful. In fact, she’s the most gorgeous girl that walked in this earth. But as the possessive man that he is, he couldn’t let the diminutive hint of teasing over his tone go.

“She’s mine.” short, but the firmness in every words he emphasize made the smirk at the man in front of him wider.

He chuckles, triggering more of Jake’s temper. Sunghoon on the other hand enters the meeting room with curious eyes. Just by the look over his friend’s face, he knew something’s off.

“I never said she isn’t, Jake.” he raised his hand as a gesture of defeat, smirk still lingering in his ugly face.

Jaeyun fists balled tightly. “Come on, losen up Sim. You wouldn’t ruin this good friendship just for a girl, right?”

He didn’t waste any time and he stood up, his gun pointed right at the man. His men around instantly reacted and like him, guns are ready to shoot anytime. Sunghoon smoothly puts his hands inside his pocket and watches the scene unfold, a yawn escapes his mouth.

“I am not friends with you,” Jake started and with cold blank eyes he tilts his head. “and I can ruin anything for my wife.” he was about to pull the trigger of his gun, but then he felt something points beside his head.

The brother of the man in front of him stoods feets away, “Think about it first, Sim.”

Instead of being scared, Jake smirks and scoffed making the man offended. He was about to talk again, but a gun fire made him lose the ability to. His body fell cold to the ground, blood making a mess to carpeted floor.

The man in front of him was utterly surprised, mouth gapped at the unexpected scene unfolding.

Sunghoon sighed and lightly kicked the body of the guy he just shot dead. No remorse can be seen over his face, “He’s been getting on my nerves. That felt good.” he says like as if what he did is no illegal.

“T-The deal will be o-off if you kill me.” his stuttering almost made him laugh loudly. These type of people is what he hates the most.

His men were all stoned at their position, the intimidating stares Park Sunghoon sending him was enough for them to disobey their boss.

“Your company sucks anyway.” and without batting an eye, Jake clicked his gun ending the man’s life.

His head hit the table, eyes open and blood covering the wooden surface. Sunghoon chuckles, “I guess no deal then?”

Jaeyun sighs and casually grabs his thing. He walks towards the body of the man, he threw the papers they just signed. The white paper almost turns red because of his blood.

They walks outside the meeting hall and straight to the elevator.

“7/10 business deals.” Sunghoon sighs, “Good enough, right? How many count for you this trip?” he asks, eyes looking at his friend through the elevator’s reflection.

Jake sighs, “Five.”

He heard his friends low groan, “Damn. Mine’s ten, dude. My wife will kill me. Can you add that last kill to yours?” Sunghoon sounds stressed that made Jake scoff.

“You killed him tho?”

“To save you!”

“Thanks, brother.” Jake smirks and taps his friend’s shoulder. He shoved it off and clicked the side of his cheeks.

“Is our plane ready? I want to go home already.” just the thought of you makes Jake wants to teleport himself to your side. He misses you, your hugs, and kisses. He misses all of you. And of course your son.

“Its been waiting for an hour.”

“Great.” and just in time, the elevator door opens.

“Jahan, son?” you knocked over to his door twice and waits for a response. When you heard nothing, you furrowed your brows lightly before tilting your head curiously.

You were about to ask one of your maid if Jahan is down the stairs when he swiftly opened his door. The familiar messy hair of your son was the first thing that greets you, his big doe eyes looked sleepy and his plump reddish lips were pursed a bit.

“Jahan!” you happily greeted.

He went close to give you a short hug as a greetings, “Yeah, Mom?”

Staring at him you couldn’t believe how years passed by too quickly. You can still remember the time Jake saved you from your awful relationship, then you two fell in love and got married. Afterwards you had Jahan and he was so cute when he was a child. Now that he’s fifteen already, he grew into a gorgeous boy and grew a little cold.

“Your dad is almost here. We need to go down and welcome him.”

He nodded his head with no complain so you smiled and raised your hand to fix his messy hair. He moved his head away, grunting a little making you laugh and pout.

“Don’t grow up too fast, please.” you mumbled.

He smirks and fixed his hair himself. “Just give me a sibling already.”

Your eyes grew big at his sudden request. “Jahan Sim? Do you think its that easy?”

He shrugged his shoulders off, “I’ll meet you down in a minute.”

You let out a sigh and just nodded before starting going downstairs. Jake was in a business trip with Sunghoon in Italy so they’ve been gone for two weeks. He wanted so bad to take you with him, but you also have matters to take care of. You said both of you will manage two weeks being away from each other. Thinking of it now, you realized how much you miss your husband.

“Is everything ready for our lunch?” you asked one of your maids when she walks pass by holding a fresh flowers in a vase.

“Yes, Ma’am.” she smiles.

You nodded and fished your phone to go check if Jake messaged something. He did and said that he’s a minute away from your house and that he couldn’t wait to see you, hold you, kiss you and make love to you. A chuckle escaped from your lips because of your husband’s clingy side. Who knew a mafia boss as ruthless as him have this kind of personality? The people that fears him will be super thrilled if they’ve discovered this side of Jake Sim.

“Mr. Sim arrived, Madam.” your head lifts and you nodded as the maid opened the two big doors of your mansion.

Just in time, Jahan walks down from the stairs looking more decent for the arrival of his Father. You smiled and fixed his hair a bit more and this time he didn’t move.

“You missed Dad that much?” he teased and you just playfully glare at him.

Both of you walks outside and numbers of vehicles enters your property. Your husband’s car was the first to park not too far from where you are. He opened the door and gave his key to one of his men waiting for him.

His eyes directly went towards your direction and a small smirk appeared his lips. You waved and he started walking closer, taking off his coat.

“Baby,” he greeted and quickly pulled you into a hug.

“Me or Mom?” Jahan interrupts that made the both of you chuckle.

Jake pulls away and placed a kiss at your lips before turning towards your kid. He messed his hair, his eyes looking lovingly at his child. It made your heart full. These moments are the ones that makes you feel so contented. Seeing the two most important boys in your life is more than enough.

“How’s school, Jahan?” Jake asked while the three of you now enjoy eating lunch together after a while.

“It’s fine, Dad. I’m still part of the top students.” and that made your smile wider.

Jahan is an excellent student. His teachers often compliments him and tells you how great of a student he is. You and Jake don’t really push him to be an honor student or to be first to his class. All you want is for him to study, finish school and have some friends.

You and your husband noticed how he’s not very sociable to other people. He limits the one he talks and interacts with. It’s not a bad thing, but you still want him to have a normal childhood despite being the next heir to the Sim clan.

He does have friends. The kids of your friends is whom he only hangouts with. You are hoping he befriend kids that aren’t from mafia families. You are afraid he will grow up and get his father’s workaholic attitude.

“Do you think Jahan is all right?” you suddenly asked that night, while you two are already alone in your bedroom.

Jake was busy taking out and showing you the stuff he bought you. All the designer bags and clothes just proved how your husband only thinks of you during his business trip. Surely, you didn’t slip off his mind despite being away from esch other. You are very thankful for it and was enjoying, until Jahan went inside your mind.

Jake tilts his head, confused. “What do you mean, baby?” he asks and walked towards the single sofa near your bed. He pulls you closer and made you sat on his lap.

You draws in a big sigh and Jake’s eyes trails from your eyes down to your nose, your cupid’s bow and your lips. Your pretty lips that belongs to him. He smirked by the thought before he leans in and placed a soft gentle kiss at your shoulder blades, and then one over your neck, before putting his hand over it to pull your face down for a kiss on your lips.

A smooch sound errupts your quiet room. You pull away after a couple of seconds, Jake’s lips chasing after yours that made you chuckle. “Did you know what Jahan told me a while ago?”

Jake stared at you with his drunk-like eyes, he seemed uninterested about it and all he can think of is your lips. He tilts his head trying hard to focus on what you’re saying.

“What?‘” he asks gently.

“He said he wants a sibling.”

Now you totally caught his attention because a grin made its way towards your husband pretty face. He looked dangerously hot and the way his hands caress your sides aren’t helping at all. He was always touchy and clingy, nothing new to you, but the effect it gives you never changed.

“Really, huh?” he whispers teasingly and he leaned closer your body, making his lips touch your shoulder blades. His eyes looks up at you, filled with nothing but love and desire.

“Do you think we should start thinking about having our second baby?” you ask innocently. It was a big deal for you and you’ve always thought that being prepared is an important key point in building family.

“Do you want to have another baby?”

Your lips pursed, “Its not just what I want, Jake. We need to be deciding this together. Do you want another child?”

Jake’s lips settled at your skin, the heat sending it bothers you in a pleasing way. His eyes lightens at what you asked and the his eyes turned doe gave you an impression that he wants to tell you a lot of things.

He leaned away and then reached over your ears. The way his lips gently grazes your skin send thousand of volts in you. It made you feel things only him can do.

“Why don’t I just show you how much I want it?” he whispered in a husky voice before you yelped because he started carrying you towards your shared bed.

He moves his face and easily found your lips. Your arms locked around his neck trying to pull him as close as possible. Jake’s too eager on making you feel good. He was determined to express his overwhelming love for you through making love.

“I love you so much,” he says between the heated sweet kisses. “I am very excited to make our family bigger with you.” and he carefully pushes your delicate body to the bed as he hovers above you.

“Looks like some people’s having fun at a broad daylight!” Jace exclaimed as he stood over the railings, looking at whatever it is beneath them. From the third floor of their school building, the view of the small lounge where students can hang out is what you will see.

Jahan’s eyes follows what his friend was looking as he felt a presence beside him. He saw a couple of students below them at the lounge. Just by the mere look of it, they’re making fun of the girl in front of them.

She’s on her knees while the students around her obviously bullies her. Jahan silently watched and rested his elbows at the railings. He knew who the girl was. She’s from his class and often made fun of by his classmates. Seems like being a scholar surrounded by kids who thinks money is everything is a big struggle.

“Who are they even?” Jace asks again.

Alana, his twin sister joined them and as expected not happy with the scene.

“Some low class mafia kids! They annoy me so much!” her soft voice was distinct and very familiar with Jahan already.

The tall figure beside Jahan shifts his weight so he can face Alana better. “Why? What did they to you?” Sin’s question was like a trap. Jahan was sure that with Alana’s words, Sin will no doubt go there and mess with them.

Jahan smirks and looked back at the scene.

“Of course not to me! I meant to her,” she says, totally feeling bad. “to Amara.” she added.

‘Amara’ Jahan repeats to his mind. He doesn’t know what he thinks of her honestly. He doesn’t even know how he can remember her when he really don’t care about the people around him.

“Maybe they target her because she’s really beautiful.” she sighs, frustrated.

“Who?” Sin asks.

Alana rolls her eyes, “Are you not listening? I said Amara!”

Sin scoffed, “You’re prettier.”

Jahan shakes his head off, refusing to listen to his friend being too simp for Alana. He still cannot understand how can his friend be so rough towards other people and too soft for her. It’s funny for him. Hilarious.

“Well, she is pretty.” Jace leans over the railing with a grin on his face. Jahan glanced at his way and unconsciously send cold glares to his friend. He wasn’t aware of it at all and he can’t understand the emotion slowly sparkles inside of him.

“I heard they started that when she rejected Ken.”

The three boys looks at Alana and her stares down at the scene with sad eyes. Jace snorted and pinched his twin’s nose before he facing his back at the railing.

“I will reject Ken too if I were her. He’s pathetic.”

Jahan’s eyes slowly trailed back at them. Amara’s head is hanging low while one of the girls stood in front of her. She grabbed her hair, yanking it. Her friends laughed at the scene while they even record it using their phones.

The bell rang and their group of friends started going to their class. Sin has his arm around Alana’s shoulder as they talk about something. Jace’ beside Jahan, waving and winking at the girls they walk pass by. He rolls his eyes, used but still annoyed about his friend's antics.

Their day goes on normally, the young generation of famous mafia clans are unstoppable. Jahan’s group of friends are strict when interacting with other students, keeping their circle small and limited to people that have the same status as them.

“See you tonight at the party, boys!” Alana cheerfully waves at them while one of their men hold the car’s door for her.

“Send me a pic of your dress so I’ll match with you.” Sin requested that Alana just agreed on before entering their vehicle. Jace follows after sending a short salute to their friends.

Sin didn’t waste a time to ride his service after nodding at Jahan. One of his bodyguard held the door for him, he went inside both hands inside his pocket. As their vehicle left the vicinity of their school, Jahan’s mind went blank. It was the usual boring ride way home until his eyes caught a familiar face.

“Stop.” his words instantly made his driver stop their car. His eyes looked at the group of students by the side of the road. They were pushing the poor girl making her fell to the floor.

She looked pitiful, but Jahan isn’t someone who pity people. So when he went out and started walking towards that circle, he doesn’t fully understand why. His presence were quickly noticed by the crowd, eyes growing out of surprise and fear.

“J-Jahan!” one greeted.

He didn’t spare them a glance and went straight to cary the girl over his arms.

“Wait!” one stopped him that he obliged.

He craned his neck to look at her. She gulped, scared of his intimidating aura. The words she ought to say long forgotten.

“From now on if you mess with her, you mess with me.” and without saying anything nor waiting for their responses, Jahan walks towards their car while carrying the girl in his arms.

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[glitterjay]

ー picnic date

minors dni

jake x fem!reader

warnings public sex, pet names, fingering (reader receiving)

for @magyuhye <3

you were in your room, looking at your self in the full sized mirror in front of you. your boyfriend jaeyun had proposed a picnic date, and asked you to wear the prettiest dress you could find in your closet. you stood there admiring the flower pattern that went perfectly with the nice weather, and how it revealed just enough skin.

without thinking too much, you got yourself a nice water bottle downstairs, and waited for your boyfriend to arrive. soon enough, you heard keys jingling right outside your door. you boyfriend revealed himself as soon as the door opened, showing you that peculiar smile that accompanied him all the time. “you ready?”

on the way to the park, jake kept repeating just how amazing you looked, and how you were all his. the compliments never failed to make you feel extremely pretty, and also make your heat throb. your hand rested in the gear stick with his hand right on top. you loved that no matter what, jaeyun always kept contact.

~

you guys arrived at the beautiful park and settled down. the colors of the wonderful green grass and the tall trees went perfectly with the colors of your dress. jake sat himself right next to you, hand on your thighs at all times. you both giggled at random things, and admired the view before you.

as you watched some kids the birds eating a few feet away from where you were sitting, you felt something move under your dress. you looked down and realized your boyfriend’s hand was moving dangerously close to your heat, which was not a good sign considering you missed him. a lot.

“whats wrong, love?” jake asked, knowing exactly what he was doing. you simply shook your head, afraid your voice would betray you and crack if you spoke. he smiled at your actions, moving his hand in a blunt movement, making contact with your core. you couldn’t help but squirm a little, putting a hand over your mouth to stop any noise from being too loud.

this gave jaeyun the queue to slide your underwear to the side, caressing your folds with his finger. he covered your legs with another blanket he had brought in advance, this being his plan all along. “your legs must be cold, am i right? the breeze is a little chilly today” he pushed just the tip of his slender finger into you, teasing. he leaned in, nibbling your earlobe before speaking again “you look so pretty when you’re embarrassed”

you could feel your face turn even redder than it already was. you held onto his shoulder, hiding your face there. “j-jaeyun, don’t do this to me”. he giggled at your words, carefully inserting his full digit slowly into you. this made you bite his shoulder in response, scared of being way too loud and getting caught. “careful there, darling.”

he continued moving his finger, picking up the pace with every thrust. your entire world felt dizzy. you didnt know if the birds in your field of vision were real or part of your imagination. jake cooed at your fucked out expression. he decided to be a little bold, and with a smooth movement, he was hovering over you. with this new position, he was more free, and so, he added another finger.

you bit your lip, reminding yourself that you’re still in a public place. to some people, it might’ve looked like you both were playing. little did they know you were about to come undone right there and then.

“can- can’t hold it anymore”

your boyfriend smiled big, knowing damn well he was the one doing all of that. he wanted to take the blanket off of you, he wanted you to cry and scream his name at the fop of your lungs, he wanted everyone to know HE was the cause of such pleasure, but he held himself.

“go ahead, love. cum for me”

the pet name was enough to throw you over the edge, hand flying to your mouth to muffle your moans and cries. body left shaking at the adrenaline, embarrassment, and pleasure you felt at the same time. he left a kiss on your forehead, sitting straight on your side again, leaving you laying on your back. “fuck baby, we might have to go home soon and deal with this other problem.”

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hello! one of two things here. first of all, i know today is october 2nd. i missed the first day, so i will be posting twice today. second, i suck at writing long scenarios so i apologize for that. if yall do like it tho, feel free to request more scenarios for other enha members (besides ni-ki and sunoo) in my ask! help this poor soul, i won’t be able to come up with things all on my own for the whole month

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[floshoe]

ruining you

summary; you fear florence being with you will ruin her reputation

pairing; florence pugh x female reader

warnings; fluff, angst, hate comments, false accusations, talk of unwanted advances

this was written a while ago so i decided to just post it <3

dating florence pugh is one of the best decisions you’ve ever made. her bright smiles and positive attitude made you’re life so much more bearable.

you two met at the beginning of your respective careers. gaining the support of your friends, family, fans, and other celebrities. people often fawned over your guys’ love. the way you two would gaze at each other on the red carpet, your chemistry when acting and doing interviews together. even to your body language in paparazzi pictures.

everyone loved you guys. until the incident.

a fan had come up to you and asked for a picture. that was all. next thing you knew she had posted all over social media that you had gotten a little too friendly with her and it made her uncomfortable. but all you had done was stand next to her for the picture. and she posted the picture but created a whole story about how you had made advances in her.

it was worse when you found out she was a minor.

so she did her best to discredit you, and she was somehow successful. she was able to make the entirety of hollywood turn on you: good friends, people you’d come to know, and your fans.

florence was away filming her own movie when this happened. you were honestly terrified that she would see you the way everyone else did.

but to your surprise, when she came home, she had asked you what happened.

*

“i don’t know, i was just talking to her and took a picture with her. but now i’m fucked all ruined because of rumors that has no consistency!” you had exasperated to her.

she didn’t know what else to do so she just climbed into your arms and held you to help you calm down. you spent the rest of the night in her arms.

*

that was 6 months ago. you were lucky that she, in her words, was going to be the bigger person and not press charges. so you weren’t in any legal trouble.

florence’s career was even higher than what is was at when you guys’ met, and you couldn’t be prouder. you wish you could support her in a way other than the in sidelines but you couldn’t do that without an atrocious amount of hate.

towards both you and florence.

anytime florence is seen with you she has fans who question her unproblematic status.

“how can she be so perfect and then be with y/n?”

“why is she with such a terrible person?”

“florence deserves way better than y/n.”

“if florence is still with y/n after what she did, how can she be any better?”

this is what you were scared of, her being with you hurting her career. you didn’t want her meet the same fate as you. you wanted to watch her succeed at what she loves. even if you had to watch through a screen.

florence loves you, she couldn’t imagine her life without you. you’ve shown her an unimaginable amount of support since you met. you’ve helped her prepare for roles, helped bring her back to earth, you held her when things got rough, and made her feel: normal.

when the accusations first popped up she thought they would be gone as soon as they came. but they didn’t. your career plummeted and it was hard. she had to watch as her girlfriend, the same woman who was just as passionate about acting as she was, lose her career.

she hated that she couldn’t do anything about it, she begged you to let her speak up but you told her that it would just hurt her.

but she didn’t care.

being with you has been the best decision that she’s ever made and she’ll be damned if she lets some stupid rumor tear you apart. her patience was gone the second someone got physical with you.

she ran to you as soon as you walked into your shared apartment to greet you. but stopped when she saw you had a light pink washcloth on your forehead.

“what happened?!” she frowned.

“nothing, i’m fine,” you try not to let your voice crack.

“please,” she whisper as she lightly cups your cheeks with her hands. her eyes scanning your exhausted face, she notices your messy hair, runny makeup, and you were breathing heavily.

you close your eyes and take a deep breath.

“i was just walking to the store to get some of the stuff you said you needed for dinner,” you start.

she leads you to the couch and sits next to you and replaces your hand with hers on your head.

“apparently that wasn’t a good idea because one of your hardcore ‘fans’ decided that it would be a good idea to throw something at my head.”

florence’s frown deepens when she hears one of her supporters was the reason for your injury.

“that’s it, i’m saying something.” she says and gets up, but not before guiding your hand to your head to hold the washcloth.

“flo, no,” you try to tell her but she cuts you off.

“no! no more of this ‘it’ll hurt you’ crap. you have been literally assaulted! this is not okay!” she yells. “i’m not gonna stand by and watch as someone i love gets torn apart for no reason!”

her statement makes you go silent so she walks to grab her phone and walks into her office. she doesn’t come back out until an hour later.

*

days after florence posted on instagram in your defense, her fans started to turn on her. she was losing followers at a scary rate and you couldn’t stand by and watch her destroy her career for you.

“florence, i think we should take a break,” you tell her as you’re getting ready for bed.

“what?” the hurt in her making you want to say nevermind and get into bed with her.

“we should take a break. being with me is hurting your career, your reputation, being with me is everything but helping you.”

florence couldn’t believe what you were saying; you’ve been together for years and she couldn’t believe social status was about to end her relationship.

“no,” she says.

“no?”

“no!” she yells and gets out of bed. “no! you do not get to leave me because of this. i’m with you because i love you, and i don’t care that people are starting to turn on me. you are what i need, not fame, you.”

“you’ve been to doing this since you were a kid! are you really willing to give that up for me?” you question.

“yes! and it’s not your right to tell me what i can and cannot do with my life. especially since i know you don’t want to leave,” she frowns.

you take a deep breathe and look at your hands, “flo-”

“shh,” she whispers and cups your face to kiss your lips. “we’ll figure this out okay? together.”

you sigh and nod your head, “okay.”

#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh #florence pugh fluff #florence pugh imagine

[swordcreature]

How do you think our tiefling boys would react to our world if they somehow ended up here?

i always find these so cute, but in my head i'm thinking "they would be terrified and ready to stab someone because they are in a strange world where they can't understand anyone" lol

so to make things easier and cuter let's pretend that

1. there are no language barriers

2. no one is trying to kill them/no one's freaking out because they look like devils

3. they're somewhat aware enough of what's happening to not be scared shitless or severely confused

4. they know they're going back home at some point (i would be acting SO different if i thought i was gonna live in a different world forever vs just visiting lmao)

ty for the request you're the best!

Dammon, Rolan, & Zevlor - A Part of Our World

How the tiefling boys react to coming to our world

Dammon: 

He’s amazed by the advancements we’ve made, slack-jawed at how we’ve managed to bend metal to form buildings that climb so high he can’t see the top, at how we’ve made metal fly without so much as a single spell, at how we’re able to make metal into machines so big they can move the earth itself.  

It’s overwhelming at first and he has so many questions. How does this work? What type of metal is that? What does this do? It never stops.  

But every answer is met with true awe. Dammon loves smithing, loves infernal machinery, and he’s been suddenly transported to a world built around his craft, of course he is inspired.  

He’s the most open-minded of the tieflings when it comes to a new experience. And just like the Hells, even though this place is foreign, unfamiliar, frightening, he’s eager to learn something from it.  

Dammon takes notes on everything he possibly can, sketching out little pictures of the world around him to bring back home.  

I could see him being a bit of a terror just because he breaks everything around him trying to figure out how it works, what makes it tick, so to speak. I mean, how could he truly understand the inner workings of, say, a car without taking it apart piece by piece until he has it down to its bare bones.  

Overall, I think he comes back home with so many good stories to tell of all the fantastical things he’s seen, all of the new ideas he has, and a renewed purpose in his work. 

Rolan: 

Rolan absolutely hates our world. It’s just not made for a guy like him. 

I mean, first off: no magic. His life revolves around magic, it’s an integral part of him. Without it he feels empty and strange, so this world feels very wrong to him. Imagine being connected to the Weave for years and then suddenly having it stripped away. Completely gone. I would think it would feel disorienting at best.  

He finds some interest in speaking to people of this world who practice magic, but it is so entirely different than his own that they're practically talking about two different things. He expected a more tangible magic like the Weave and is disappointed when he learns it’s so vastly incomparable.  

Second: the people. There are so many people here. Pretty much anywhere he goes, the population would be bigger and denser than anything he’s used to. And it’s not like he’s a people person. Not to mention the way humans tend to treat outsiders.  

Despite his absolute discomfort in our world, Rolan is determined to write down everything he can of his experience. Not many mortals from his world get to experience traveling the universes, so cataloging his journey is a must.  

He’ll write a book once he’s home, and it’ll make a big splash in the academic community, he just knows it! 

When he does leave our world for his own, he’s relieved. In his book he makes it sound like this magical wonderland of things beyond most people’s comprehension, but to those close to him he tells them the truth. He was not a fan.  

Zevlor:  

Zevlor is apprehensive at first. This world is strange – he does not know the customs at all. But he's eager to learn.  

He spends his time amongst the people more so than the other two. He is so curious about the traditions of the land, the history of the world, and hearing it from the mouths of the locals is better than getting his hands on any book.  

He immerses himself in the cultures he comes across as much as possible; he eats our food and sings our songs and actually has a really good time with it. 

I think he finds special interest in the history of combat, how our conflicts have changed throughout time. How did we go from swinging swords and shooting arrows to battling wars from across the world?  

Zevlor also tries to teach people of our world about where he comes from. He tells stories from his days as a Hellrider to anyone who will listen and even tries to cook some traditional Elturian food, but it’s hard to do so without the same ingredients.  

Overall, he’s more interested in the shared knowledge of culture and information between our world and his. It brings him comfort finding similarities between such different worlds.  

When he finally can go back home, he shares his stories with the children first, spinning them tales of the people he met and the things he did. How even in such a foreign place there were still nice people willing to help and to share and to be a friend.  

Zevlor is the one who wishes to come back the most.  

#bg3 #bg3 dammon #bg3 rolan #bg3 zevlor #dammon #rolan #zevlor #baldur's gate 3 #my writing #requests/suggestions #dragomermacorn #HCs

[akechiguro]

Could you also do yandere headcanons for Ominis Gaunt? I loved it for Sebastian ♡

yandere ominis gaunt headcanons

headcanons / imagines

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Synopsis | a collection of headcanons for a yandere boyfriend, Ominis Gaunt.

Word Count | 622.

Content Warnings | mentions of intrusive thoughts, stalking

Author’s Note | sorry for the delay on these, anon!! i don’t have an excuse 😞 but i hope you enjoy nonetheless 🫶

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✧. ┊ unlike sebastian’s primal jealousy, ominis’ comes in the form of domestic anger. he’ll be petty, with short responses and a firm refusal to talk about whatever’s bothering him if he sees you talking to another guy. he’s aware how toxic it is, but he feels there’s no words to describe his jealousy when he sees you with other people.

✧. ┊ ominis knows you need your space. he tries to respect it as much as he can, but his fear of losing you is so deep that he’s physically unable to be separated from you for more than an hour. if he doesn’t see you for any reason he worries, and is constantly needing confirmation you still like him and there’s nobody else. the years of trauma have done a number on his self-security.

✧. ┊ ordinarily, ominis is completely against the usage of dark magic. being forced to use the cruciatas curse and having it used on him completely changed his views on the magic. but if anyone were to present themselves as a threat, whether it be a physical one or a love interest who isn’t himself, he’s willing to use his apt for the dark arts to make sure nobody, nobody, comes between you and him.

✧. ┊ ominis would never hurt you. it’s almost as if he’s unable to even think about hurting you without upsetting himself. even when he’s ignoring you for speaking to someone who wasn’t himself, he feels extremely horrible about it, going as far as to beg on his knees if you desire such an apology. if he is being petty about your inner circle, he still makes sure to leave your favorite sweets from Honeydukes on your nightstand (with help from your owl if you’re not in the boys dorm), just to let you know he still cares.

✧. ┊ he’s ashamed of it, but he has stalked you before— or rather, he does. never outside of school, he wouldn’t be able to come up with a good enough reason to tell the Sallows, but he’s prone to it during the school year. nights are his most active hours, he’ll follow about 10 paces behind you just to make sure you’re getting where you need to go safely. he’s not proud of it, in fact he hates himself for resorting to such a creepy method, but he would hate to not be with you and have something happen.

✧. ┊ if you were to break up, ominis would appear as though he’s taking it well. he’d be respectful and understanding on the surface, but he would frequent the undercroft a lot more. sebastian swears he once heard anguished screams coming from it while passing by, but assumed he was hallucinating. another rumor going around says ominis has more than a couple scars from crucio. he wouldn’t be able to handle you not being with him anymore, not without some form of self-punishment.

✧. ┊ while he may give you a teasingly hard time, if you asked ominis to do your schoolwork for you, he would do it in a heartbeat. not just schoolwork, either; absolutely anything you need help with, he would do with the best of his abilities. there’s nothing he would say “no” to.

✧. ┊ losing anne and the scare of losing sebastian enhanced ominis’ already yandere-ish tendencies far beyond what he would let them be. more than a few dark thoughts cross his mind every time he sees you and you’re not by his side. he would never act on them, he wouldn’t forgive himself for, say, abducting you or doing something without your consent. but his intrusive thoughts are frequent and he doesn’t know how to deal with them.

✧. ┊ you’re his everything. he wouldn’t let himself live in peace if it weren’t for you. remember that.

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #hogwarts #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy spoilers #hogwarts au #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #ominis my beloved #ominis imagine #headcanons #ominis x reader #ominis x you

[melancholysway]

TMNT Headcanons: Japanese

For every installment of TMNT I’m providing why each turtle would speak/practice/appreciate Japanese, enjoy!

TMNT 2003

Leonardo

- speaking in Japanese strictly to speak formally to Splinter

- doesn’t curse

- nothing informal, iykyk

- I honestly think he would be great at writing kanji, I headcanon that Leonardo has the neatest handwriting out of his brothers

Raphael

- definetely uses that shit to degrade EVERYONE and EVERYTHING that pisses him off.

- You know that man gets mad at everything, even BUGS.

-Expect it to be very informal, likes to use it around Casey to confuse him

-can’t write it as good as Leo, but it’s legible & that’s what matters y’all

Donatello

- uses it to curse…but a little for the sake of speaking it just to speak it.

- Still working on informalities and formalities, but whatever

- not the best at writing it

-chicken scratch fr fr

- don’t ask him to write anything for you

-secretly uses duolingo, emotionally attached to the duo bird xoxo

Michelangelo

- uses it to curse

- can translate (when nobody asked,)

- also to joke around, observe:

Raph: *incoherent cursing in Japanese*

Mikey: so what he means to say is-

Leo: I know what he said!

TMNT 2007

Leonardo

-loves to describe different things using Japanese. Like, he'll compliment the weather or the way something looks

-liked to use it in South America to scare people into thinking it was a ghost

- sort of kind of writes it, not all the time, I think 2007!Leo would fuck up some Japanese poetry though <3

Raphael

-you guys remember his police radio right? Sometimes he'll go on there and talk in Japanese just to fuck with them.

-they dont know what he's saying

-observe the phrase Raph loves the most:

"クソ制服からゼリーを舐め続けろ、ろくでなし！"

-ill let you guys search that.

- uses it around Mikey to confuse him, but only for short phrases

-doesn’t write it as much, I headcanon he has the second best handwriting in this one since he’s canonically left handed, (I’m ambidextrous) but I speak for all left handed people that we dislike the lead stain on the side of our hands A LOT.

Donatello

-like raph, he uses it someitmes to fuck with the customers on the other line of his IT Tech Support job. If they're giving him a hard time, or being plain stupid, he'll start describing what to do to fix their problem in a different language.

-uses it freely, except one time he was helping a guy who was fluent in it.

-all it took was a "yokai" in response and Donnie was bamboozled.

-he doesn't use it as much on there anymore after that.

-definitely had one of those learn kanji books where you trace the symbols so he can better learn the linework

Michelangelo

-i like to think in this universe of tmnt, Mikey and Splinter watch J-dramas together

-its already mentioned that Splinter is into soaps, imagine him and Mikey watching a good old J-Drama from the 90s.

-Without english subtitles

-Splinter likes it that way, it's more dramatic

-has definitely taught some kids from the parties he hosted how to write pizza in Japanese

TMNT 2012

Leonardo

-okay, he definetely has watched Space Heroes in the Japanese Dub

-A1 voice acting, he loves it

-He sometimes like to say the orders in his head he says to his brothers in Japanese, to see if he still got his translating skills yk?

- would try and speak it around Karai to impress her no doubt

- called inanimate objects by their name in Japanese- couch: ソファー table: テーブル mutagen: 変異原, you get the gist yall

-while splinter was teaching them all how to read and write, Leo got his hands on some post-its and stuck them on every piece of furniture and machinery around the lair and wrote their name in kanji

-convinced that it works and don’t tell him otherwise

Donatello

-would 100% teach April a thing or two

-Master Splinter offered to teach April

-cue Donnie coming into the cut saying he could do it instead

-one on one study sessions with him and April, she enjoys it a lot

-donnie is actually a great teacher

-until he gets into the phonetic and semantics- ie; the science on why in the Japanese language they pronounce certain things the way they do

-she doesn't remember much about that part

- talks to himself while he’s working on an invention, sometimes to Timothy

-Timothy definitely doesn’t understand what the fuck he’s saying

Bayverse TMNT

Leonardo

-most likely uses it while on missions and fighting and in stealth mode, but mainly uses sign language during said stealth mode

-he practices his writing all the time, is really into line work and origins of the language/the evolution of it from ancient to modern Japanese

- enjoys reading it in his downtime, that man definitely has a stack of old Japanese literature that he likes to read!

Donatello

-Reddit man for the win

- anything about Japanese culture/aesthetics, he can answer!

-doesn’t speak it much, but he enjoys learning about the culture a lot!

-REALLY loves Japanese City Pop, probably bayverse Donnie’s favorite genre of music no doubt

-Donnie passes notes under the door of his lab to whoever’s passing by when he needs something, not a full sentence at all, just one word notes.

Observe:

After some loud knocking coming from the other side of the lab door, Leonardo comes to it as if it’s a habit at this point. He’s so used to Donnie not coming out his lab for hours, and he’s come accustomed to retrieving any item he needs from the “outside world.”

So when he sees the neatly placed slip of paper of “food!” written in chicken scratch kanji, he’s trudging his feet to the cupboard where Donnie’s secret stash of lab snacks are. Yes, a whole bin that’s labeled “lab snacks.” He reaches for the usual packet of strawberry frosted Pop-Tarts, noticing that there’s only one box left. He would have to ask April to get some again soon.

Leonardo wonders if he should attempt to toast them for Donnie, but as he glances at the silver toaster that Donnie fixed (again) a few nights ago, he thinks about how badly it would end and how pissed Donnie would get for having to fix it the 4th time this week. He picks out the aluminum wrapped strawberry Pop Tarts as is, placing the bin back in its secret place to where Mikey can’t see it.

Raphael

-likes the art aspect of Japanese culture, has the kanji for “family” etched on his shell

-since he knits in his past time, he makes small things that reflect the language or art in some way, whether it be making a cherry blossom rug for Splinter’s room, or making Mikey his requested mits for the winter time patrols with his name written in kanji

- like Donnie, he doesn’t verbally speak it, but incorporates it into his life in some way

-will engrave anything if his that he can with kanji

-since he can’t exactly get a tattoo, he reverts to engraving, hence his shell

Michelangelo

- 100% calls the pizza shop and orders in Japanese

-they don’t understand what he’s saying

-when the Hamato family is feeling some Japanese food, he hits them up and orders in Japanese, he gets all giddy when they respond back

Rise!TMNT

Leonardo

-him and Donnie argue in Japanese 110%

-he’s struggling with memorizing certain kanji symbols, so he’s using Rosetta Stone

-doesn’t like the Duo bird

-has a conspiracy theory that the Duo bird tracks his every move???

-will switch the TV to a J-Drama or put Splinter’s TV to the Japanese Dub version of whatever he’s watching just to fuck with him

-secretly enjoys said J-Dramas

-pretends to be leader and barks orders in Japanese

-yeah nobody listens to him

Donatello

-using his “platinum library card,” he loves those Japanese picture books of modern art

-DOES NOT lend them to Mikey, since he’s missing some now

-overdue library books because of this

-really enjoys those learn kanji trace workbooks, will trace the symbols with a purple colored pencil

-also, everything he writes will be in purple

-he doesn’t care what you think about that

Raphael

-calls animals by their name in Japanese

-cats, dogs, whatever! He’s naming them out loud

-had a pet parrot once that he got to speak back to him in Japanese

-he loved that

-until Leo got his parrot to curse in Japanese

-didn’t know how to make him stop, so he had to deal with that for a while

Michelangelo

-participates in changing the TV around to the Japanese Dub with Leo to mess with Splinter

-the cause of Donnie’s overdue books

-he really likes the art! Preferably the modern art

-100% prank calls people with Leo pretending to be foreign realtors & telling people they’re overdue on their car insurance

Masterlist

#tmnt #tmnt 2007 #bayverse tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2003 #raphael #donatello #leonardo #tmnt imagines #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt imagine #tmnt headcanons #tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt fandom

[kellyscowboy]

Jack Kelly wasn't a family guy, but he always wished he was. Not that he didn't believe that the newsies were his family, because they were. Just not in the way that he would've liked. Jack found often found himself needing a hug, some encouraging words after a long day at work, or even just a pat on the back. But he never received them. Not from the newsies, no. He was always the one offering, but he never received.

Not until he met David Jacobs. His first interaction with Dave's family had been slightly awkward. He observed as the family worked around each other, how they seemed to understand each other perfectly. It was as if Jack hadn't even been there. Never one to overstay his welcome, and not one to stay in a situation he felt out of place in, Jack left the second the opportunity came about.

The second time he was around the family, he felt much more incorporated. Esther bossed him around as if he were her own, and Mayer gave him the long-awaited fatherly pat on the back as he told Jack he was 'welcome to stay anytime.'

They took quickly to Jack; they insisted he came over during every holiday and there was never a day he visited that he didn't also stay the night. Soon enough, they were sending him daily lunches and attempting to enroll him in classes at David's school. And although Jack kindly denied the classes, he appreciated the sentiment more than he could express. He was never one who enjoyed being fawned over, but the feeling of familial love had started to change his mind on that fact.

After David and Jack's first fight (the first one post-strike), the latter was ruined. He felt as if he had no-one to turn to. Esther and Mayer had been there for him at every instance since he had met David. It didn't feel right to now talk to them.

Jack didn't know who to talk to, or where to go. He found himself wandering the streets. Beating himself up and wallowing in some form of self-pity. He hadn't even realized they had been in a fight until David had stormed off and told Jack to never speak to him again. It made the boy sick to imagine a life without the Jacob's family.

Santa Fe came to mind. All Jack had to do was run away and pretend like these people had never existed. And he almost did it too. Tears stained his red cheeks and his head pounded from how many times he had hit himself with his palm. Stupid, stupid, stupid, chanted aloud with each smack.

But as Jack counted his money and planned his escape to Santa Fe, a gentle hand grabbed his own. Through teary eyes, he looked up to see Esther smiling softly down out him. She kneeled down next to him and wiped at the child's cheek. "Oh, poor boy. Are you alright?"

"Don't need to do me more charity, Mrs. Jacobs." Jack replied coldly. "Dave already told me where I stand with your family."

Esther shook her head. "David gets passionate about things sometimes. You should know that best. You did lead a strike with him after all."

"Well, I guess I don't know 'im as well as I thought."

"Listen, Jack." Esther started, gently. "You're family now. Family doesn't abandon family. Do you think Mayer and I were entirely thrilled when David came home on his second day of work and told us he was involved in a strike?"

"... I 'spose not."

"But we backed him up anyways. No matter how scared we were. Now, family's fight. I mean, Sarah and David fight all the time! I mean obviously you and David had a different..." Esther paused, contemplating her words. "Relationship than them. But that doesn't mean that you two can just have one fight and never speak to each other again." She pushed Jack's hair back lovingly and rubbed his cheek. "Now let's get you up to the house and get this all figured out."

And just like that, Santa Fe had disappeared deep into the back of his mind. All it took was Esther's soothing voice and the caring touch of her hand.

#me after i write something that only makessense to me #didnt even edit this #sorry guys this is just me yappin!!!!! #newises #92sies #newsies 1992 #jack kelly #david jacobs #javid

[alwaysshallow]

— coffee at midnight, part 4

John "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader

Mission gets difficult. (3,3k)

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AO3 version

Everyone had missions that they liked the most, and it happened for you to have a mission you absolutely loved - getting an intel without having to fight for it; at least, physically. It was all about manipulation, asking the right people, making connections that seemed difficult at first, but puzzle after puzzle, made perfect sense.

You could probably say that you liked it even more than hacking – tracking people with your skills. Right, it was fun with codes, breaking in to places that your eyes definitely shouldn't be, seeing TF141 absolutely bamboozled because 'they only saw it in TV'. Comments like these pumped you up, but actually interacting with people was your cup of tea.

Probably it was because your moms sent you on multiple social courses organized by military before you even joined it – or just because it was a personal preference of a thrill that came with it. For instance, being one by one with computer is a little different than actually engaging in conversation with human being. Someone... unpredictable. Someone who isn't coded to act in certain ways, but someone who's actually a challenge.

And, you liked challenges most of the time because of your competitive nature.

It was sometimes troublesome, especially after alcohol, when your sense of survival was low – you had that one situation in mind, where you started a bar fight. You fought with the biggest guy; Soap was pretty proud of you, unlike Price who, sort of, scolded you because you were 'unreasonable'. You took it all, but you saw that little smile in the corner of his lips that was more satisfying than anything else. You got an intel, even if it ended in breaking guy's nose.

A little accident in work, you could say that – he looked better after breaking it, though. More... badass, as you described it to Alejandro since he wasn't there. Hell, his laugh back then was everything.

So, all in all, you loved getting intel, even if it was hard, even if it needed a double effort, not by violence that happened out there in a field. There was already too much of it in your life, you had enough.

Sadly, nothing special was coming out of people from that village in Mexico, even with Alejandro speaking to them in Spanish. Scraps of information, people that seemed to "know" but with more questions, it was just repeating the same gossip all over again which lead pretty much to nothing.

Or, it was just a big imagination of a person that you were dealing with.

It irritated you to the point you wanted to call the boys and tell them it's probably nothing in there; that was until you saw a little girl sitting down the porch. Probably her home; it didn't matter in the bigger picture though, considering you immediately went to her with a smile on your face. Forced one, but that was a part of the job since it wasn't your place to scare her.

"Hey. I'm Ros" you knelt right in front of her, trying to appear as friendly as you could. "Can I sit here and talk a bit? You have pretty cool stuff over here, bracelets."

It was only your luck that girl knew how to speak in English and was willing to do it – starting with a small talk about bracelets that she's making. She seemed pretty passionate about it, especially when she got bolder in speaking, showing you all of her materials and such, asking if you want one.

Of course you wanted one. Her face light up when you said it and after some words that she blabbed in Spanish (you only understood some of it because of Alejandro), she started making one, especially for you.

Perfect moment to ask questions, so you started with it, a certain delicacy to your words since she was a child – you mentioned pick-up cars driving around town, "funny dressed up people" wandering, to put everything lightly. To give her a hint, to make her talk, without her realizing that she gives some information.

Kids were the best source and you knew it; this time was the same. She agreed with you on them funny-looking, but she also mentioned they were a bit "horripilante" with their behavior. They were lurking, asking questions, acting like they're protectors of the town, which made your blood boil, but you said nothing. You only smiled, nodded because trying to act unbothered was the key here.

Estella – that was her name you learned – also said something about them coming in the same hour. You had your assumptions, but you asked what she has in her mind just to be sure. When you learned that it's about being here daily, around late afternoon, you just took bracelet from her, thanking for the gift and you swiftly moved to Soap to tell him that.

It's something you were excited about; informations. Something that you could cling onto, something that was finally important, even if today you wouldn't catch any member of this group. The excitement and thrill faltered in the moment when you saw Soap blatantly flirting with some pretty, blonde chick with smile reaching her eyes, cockily twirling her hair around her finger.

Girl he was talking to was awfully pretty, feminine, in a long, summer dress. Hell, he was practically mesmerized by her, and you couldn't help but wonder if he even gained some information from her or just started immediately flirting.

You clenched your jaw, looking away from them – you hated that he was doing it on duty, when every minute is important, when every civilian asked is important, but only if they have any information. Or just a clue who could know something.

Though, was it the only thing why you hated him flirting with her? Smiling like crazy, tilting his head like a puppy, his hands in pockets, posture calmed, yet on alert. He was so goddamn charming without trying, so you weren't really surprised that he flirted. He knew his looks and how to use it.

It was something you observed daily, you knew Soap very well, right? So why being jealous now?

It was like adding two to two, but you refused to do the math, so you just rolled your eyes. You had better things than observing them while you had something really important. After this, telling him something you learned, you could ignore him.

If you wouldn't tell him anything, he would call you out on your behavior – and you certainly didn't want that.

Fucking MacTavish.

"Got some info. Follow me." you murmured, your hand going to the radio, to turn it on; with that, you started walking again, as you expected Soap to just follow you, you didn't have time to chit-chat. "Alejandro, do you copy?"

"Affirmative, Bird."

"Kiddo told me they are coming here every day around the same hour. Afternoon, actin' like fucking bosses of this town, dressed funny. Asking questions." you looked back at Johnny; he was indeed following you, but his look was... weird. Burning hole in you, like he wanted to say something. Thank God he was quiet. You didn't need that.

"Pendejos. You think they want something?"

"I think they look for someone. Or they're patrolling their land to have control here. Can be both."

"Move south, you and Soap. We'll meet here, we need people."

"Roger that. Out."

You put your radio back on place, moving just like Alejandro told you both to; he was the one commanding here since Price, Gaz and Ghost were somewhere else with your mom. Splitting into two teams was the safest and most efficient option here, considering the amount of shit you had to do in order to get anything useful.

Mission was like moving one step forward, but three steps back – you thought you had something and it ends up in being a true dead-end. Yet, you had time (even if not precised) when those motherfuckers like to come around. It was something, you just needed to actually capture at least one of them.

The one who matters, the one who actually knows some patterns or maybe someone who could bring you to their base. Fuck, that would be literally perfect, wouldn't it? Some progress and you needed that desperately.

"Lass not talkin' to me? Not very classy" Soap joked, nudging you, which brought you back to earth. You raised an eyebrow.

"Flirting with a chick when we have job to do? Not very classy either" you shrugged, trying not to say anything snarkier than that; he was already looking at you like he was... amused, to say the least.

"What? I wasn't flirting."

"Mhm." you just said, continuing the walk.

"Oh, come on, are you jealous or something? I wasn't trying to abandon you in a mission, just wanted to talk to her. She seems pretty, no?"

Oh, that was the main problem in all that, sure – you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes again; at this point, you were pretty sure it's gonna become a habit.

"Whatever you say. She seems your type."

"Seems? You think I like blondes?" his tone became mocking.

You didn't even had a chance to answer him -it's the few missed shots near your leg that alerted you and Johnny. Both of you hid near closest car, probably one of your soldiers brought it in – it didn't matter anyway, though.

What mattered?

Getting somewhereto estimate the situation, before moving again. Car wasn't really the safest option since someone could shoot easily the container and make a big explosion, but it was the closest. You had to think fast, both of you, before something unpleasant would happen, to say the least.

A swift movement brings your weapon from your back to your hands – you find yourself peeking out, eyes darting anxiously to find something. It could be the hour those fuckers came in, you realized quickly, but it could be also someone from the village. Alejandro said they're not very friendly to outsiders, no? Everyone around had gun and taking down a civilian wasn't the way, it would only make people nuts.

For fuck's sake.

"Keep your head low, Birdie." Soap murmured; his sniper riffle leaning a bit on your shoulder – probably just in case since you had his back, and he had yours. "Alejandro. Few shots near Bird, got some vision who these fuckers might be?"

"Affirmative, took three of them. You have to move now, at least four vehicles are coming your way."

"Bird here. If we're gonna wait, we might catch someone important and-"

"-just do what I've said, we do not know how many men they have, we have to observe first. We don't have back-up nearby." Vargas cut you off, his voice stern, leaving no pole for discussion. "We're not playing rocky here. Let's pray they haven't seen you both."

"Copy that, Ale. Out." you mumbled; Soap nodded at you, and in one moment, you both started moving again, keeping yourself on the high alert.

After a minute or two, you pretty much learned you wished it would be only four vehicles. From Alejandro's side, sure, they were three, but from others, you counted ten at least, coming every way possible. At this point, leaving would be risky – so thought Soap – so you two hid behind a house, near barrels with food, your weapon ready to use if necessary.

Praying to God, if he existed, to spare you both.

While Johnny was taking care of quietly calling Alejandro to update him on situation, to see if he could help any way, you were listening to strangers. Just like little girl said, they were looking for something, talking to local people if any 'dangers' appeared recently. If they could help in any way.

You almost scoffed at this. The shit they were saying... you hoped that no one believed that.

Someone also told them about you and Soap wandering around – "military" questioning people, as young man defined with piqued the curiosity in those motherfuckers. Questions became more specific – about looks, nationality, accent. They seemed to know what to ask for, meanwhile most of the his band, cartel or whatever was their organization, were looking around.

You took one man down when he came closer with your knife – cut clear and precise, before he even said something about the presence of you two. It could be said it was a good thing you did it because in his pockets were valuable things.

"Good girl." Johnny whispered, patting your shoulder when you showed him what you had; and that was on map with certain areas circled with red marker, probably their bases or points to search.

Either way, it was something valuable to check, as well as some instructions or another paper – all in Russian, you couldn't understand a thing. You packed it to your cargo pants, praying that translator back in base would be ready for decoding it.

A pair of throwing knives as well, simple glock. Not very fancy.

"Soap, Bird." Alejandro spoke again. "Status?"

"Alive and breathing." you murmured. "Found something nice. Map and some shit in Russian. More information, perhaps."

"Russian? Fuck, that's the last thing we needed, their engagement" he sighed. "Run rightnow, we're gonna distract them. It's good moment for that, I transported some men around."

"Rog." you took a look at Soap. "Let's go, Johnny. We stay close."

"Ay, ay, sergeant."

Quick and quiet – that's how it was supposed to go, without raising any suspicion, without making any mistake that really, could cost your life or worse; tortures. None of you knew what they are capable of, no one knew how exactly they're working since it was the first encounter between you.

Everything was an enigma, and you did not want to take chances, not when they could have big consequences on you two. If you were alone, you could run for it, try, but you were with Soap. It was changing everything.

Seemed like it's gonna be easy, though – woods were pretty close, nothing was in your way, Alejandro's men were near to transport you and protect just in case.

"Just in case" happened to be the case, considering that you only moved a few meters and someone spotted you and Soap. Not really good, not really helping in your situation, especially that he got his friends to help him in shooting.

Sneaky moves quickly transformed to running, despite rapid shots sent your way; somehow, dodged, thanks to team that was hidden in the woods, distracting the shooters.

Too many men mixed with civilians to try and fight them; it could end badly and in completely innocent victims. Bloodshed wasn't needed, but you managed to take a few snipers down, before one of them got you.

You didn't know from what side, but someone managed to sent you bullets inside your arm; cursing under your breath, you sped up, ignoring Johnny's pleas to maybe hide. Wasn't the time for this, especially when your right arm shook like crazy with weapon in it.

"Birdie got hit in her right arm. Where the fuck you are, Alejandro?!" Soap growled, while you swapped weapon to your left hand.

"Rodolfo will lead you, turn right!"

"We need to be here right now, not to get ourselves killed! If it-"

"Don't exaggerate, Soap. I'm good." you cut in, giving him a look.

Soap scoffed. "Awa’ an bile yer heid. Listen to the elders."

"Will do, if you're gonna finally use proper English. You're not that older than me."

When you reached the jeep and sat on backseats with Johnny, rambling something to Alejandro sitting in the front, you could finally rest.

Well, maybe not entirely, considering that your arm was hurting like a bitch, but at least you were away from crossfire, safe and coming back to temporary base in Mexico. Counted as something, yeah?

You gritted your teeth – your eyelids felt way too heavy for your liking, but it was the thing that you've predicted. Adrenaline was dropping, it wasn't a surprise, yet, your partner in crime was concerned. Talking to you, shaking you a bit; you had to tell him to stop because your arm was even more in pain when he did this.

It's not that you didn't appreciate the care he was giving you, no. It was just you being not only tired, but wounded, and your shaking arm was scaring the shit out of you. Wasn't looking good, to put it lightly.

Thankfully to Rodolfo driving skills (no one trusted Alejandro to do drive), you came to base quickly with medic just waiting for you – without even asking, Soap dragged your ass to him, describing the situation.

You rolled up your sleeve, looking at your arm for the first time... and it didn't look bad. Not as bad as you thought from that pain you experienced because that was worse than the physical injury.

"Ow. Careful" you winced, when doctor took one bullet out of your arm carefully; he immediately apologized and muttered something to his colleague which you obviously didn't catch since you were more focused on not passing out.

Ignoring everyone was the key, so you continued on doing that.

xxx

"You're fucking shitting me–"

"–it's for your good only, we can't risk it."

It wasn't exactly a dream for you to be in a situation like this – surrounded by your teammates, doctor showing your scans after several hours, telling you to take your leave since something was wrong.

Especially when injuries were normally avoiding you, boys suffered mostly, they needed to go and rest, two weeks, maybe a month if something was bad. You were laughing with your mom and Price that nothing is gonna get you; the moment doctor spoke about "taking a break", you riled up.

"You're lucky the bone is okay. The bullet could shatter it, those shots were quite powerful, young lady." doctor explained, looking at you with polite expression. "Nerves are damaged, that's why your arm was shaking, I've seen worse, so a slight recovery will help you get back to form fully. What's important though, you have to rest your arm. Effective immediately."

You sighed. "I've been shot worse, why right now I need recovery?"

"Because it happened to damage your nerve this time with higher power than last times. Previously, it was something different. Thankfully, you don't need surgery, so, as I said" he emphasized his last words "you have to recover."

"Right. Two weeks will do?"

"Two months at least. Maybe more."

You had to blink a few times, look at your team, and at your doctor again. "Pardon? I do not have time for this. Two weeks is like, my best. Right, Price?" you turned to him, trying to find something, probably some support.

When sigh came out from him first, you immediately knew that what you're gonna hear, won't be pleasing.

Not at all.

"We're almost done with this segment of the mission, we just have to check that map you earned, observe them, translate the document. We have enough people to do that, I wanted to send some of you to home anyway."

"Price–"

"–besides, Laswell would kill me if I'd ignore your injury like that. I'll not tolerate discussion, soldier. It's for your good" he stated, looking at you protectively – you knew that look. Nothing was gonna convince him.

Official defeat.

"Copy." you mumbled, certainly unsatisfied with the outcome. You hated being in situation where you practically were sent on leave just because of the injury.

It wasn't right, it wasn't fair to others, you could help. But an order was an order, you had no authority to discuss.

"But" you gave Price irritated look "if you're gonna need help with hacking, I'm literally there. I'll be mad if you're gonna get someone else to help you, literally. And, very sad."

He chuckled. "Of course, you're the best. How could we?"

#soap mactavish #soap x you #cod x reader #mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #john soap mactavish x female reader #call of duty #call of duty fanfic #soap angst #soap fluff #johnny soap mctavish x reader #cod mw2

[bikiniarmorbattledamage]

How do you feel about the character design of the spirit from dead by daylight? Her back story implies that her age is high-school or younger and the outfit, if you could call it that, makes no sense with it either. Another game that is fun but feels like it's being ruined by consistently sexist skins for other female characters.

From a more general perspective, the bigger problem with The Spirit, aka Rin Yamaoka, seems to be deliberate under development so that they can employ as many tropes and gimmicks as possible, without doing more than scratching the surface - and the general conflicts of what media is and isn't comfortable with.

Specifically a lot of it seems to be hung up in the idea that while men can be inherently evil or selfish in their violent motivations in infinite ways, women who become horrors generally conform to narrower tropes that almost always portray them as a victim.

If we want to move past this in horror and related genres, we need to not just support fictional women's rights, but also their wrongs.

Rest of the post is below the cut both because it is long, but also because it contains some disturbing imagery - however I think it's worth also just juxtaposing the promotional in-game depiction of The Spirit with the other very Japanese original horror creature in Dead By Daylight... The Oni.

I should also cover, there's probably a whole thesis worth of interesting discussion that could be had about the attempt to import Japanese horror into this game... but I'm really not qualified to speak on that in any meaningful way.

-wincenworks

Looking into it, her backstory makes it very ambiguous since her lair seems to be a house from an era where traditionally unmarried women would live with their parents well after the age of majority.

And the image that accompanies her lore seems to support this:

And if they'd stuck with that, she had the potential to be very cool in the same way that Hisako is. Unfortunately, they did not do the deep dive into that and instead... well.

I can completely understand why people would conclude she is high school or younger since they decided to dive into the Japanese Schoolgirl trope as well:

Which creates a lot of issues with the default design which is less bikini armor and more... she's supposed to be naked but that won't fly so she's got convoluted bindings on instead. I don't think anyone is supposed to fap to it, I think it's supposed to emphasize she was a vulnerable girl who has become a monster due to horrific wrong that was inflicted upon her. There lies the double standard.

Becoming evil due to having evil inflicted upon you is a staple of the horror genre, often in a manner that is very critical of the society it was created in but just as an exploration of potential or imagined evil. However, how its portrayed is often different for male terrors.

For example, Jason Voorhees has the victim of childhood bullying (culminating in being drowned at a school camp) and being raised by a very disturbed parent, he is the manifestation of rage and he looks like a buff blue-collar guy in a hockey mask. But like... he's in a different game so lets look at an example from Dead by Daylight.

Leatherface is, like Rin, both victim and perpetrator. He kills because his family commanded it, because he is scared of what will happen to him and because his life was shaped such he feels he has no choice to in order to keep living. This is what he looks like:

Nothing about this design projects his status as a victim, because for male slashers victimhood is supposed to be the twist, the unbelievable backstory - for female slashers its the rule, and the mandatory backstory.

Men can be the full range from victims to pure evil, women must always be victims who started with good intentions.

-wincenworks

#the spirit #dead by daylight #the oni #the cannibal #leatherface #rin yamaoka #horror #bikini armor #character design #ask #cooking-with-scorpion #commentary #video games #Bikini Armor Battle Damage #BikiniArmorBattleDamage #BABD

[9800sblog]

Hii💐 since you are still open for questions about ateez I’m curious of what is seonghwa’s reputation. 👀

How is he known among kpop idol community?

seonghwa tarot reading

his reputation in the kpop industry

do I have his energy permission to do and share this reading? king of pentacles

answers for the current energy of 08/01/2024 15:08 GMT-3

such an interesting question, and seonghwa seemed interested in knowing the answer too kkkk

in general

9 of cups, the moon reversed, hanged man reversed, 7 of pentacles, king of swords, page of cups

the image is pretty simple and as expected, seonghwa is a hardworking man who deserves more than he gets but is content with what he has. seonghwa has a lot to show for, a guy with much passion, many talents/skills, and childish hobbies hehe. for those that have seen him outside of the stage, on lives, content, etc., seonghwa is seen as a cute guy who's able to attend to his inner child without looking weird. seonghwa is good at making the most out of bad situations, changing his or others' perceptions if there's such need. there's much respect towards him as an artist here, the king of swords being most relevant, he is very well recognized inside the industry as a complete worker. these cards show someone who is kind and pure, people's perception of him may have changed recently, making them think he is more down to earth, stuck in reality than they previously thought. much attention to his skills, a thoughtful dancer, a sweet voice and a strong rapper, a powerful presence in general that still transpires respect and fairness towards everyone, people aren't scared of taking to him (but that may have changed recently)

closer idols

3 of cups, high priestess reversed, death, 5 of swords

as I said, it seems a big change has recently changed the perception of most people towards seonghwa. this is a really nice person, someone who is easy to interact, easy to feel comfortable around, knows how to speak with all kinds of people, but mostly only to those he's already close to. he may be seen as someone that doesn't always trust his intuition, someone a bit scared of the unknown, and may not often speak to women, scared of getting into trouble. this is someone who avoids a few problems, and walks away at the sign of conflict, which can be seen as a good thing by some. however, this is still someone extremely thoughtful, appreciative of others and not afraid of change! it's quite complicated as there are many different opinions being heard, but seonghwa is seen as a guy who prefers to stir the pot when change is necessary, while avoiding fruitless conflicts. overall, he's seen as a friend, a trustworthy individual with whom you have to worry about absolutely nothing, matter of fact, if you don't wanna think when you're around him, he'd do that for you! he's seen as someone that knows how to pick his battles and friends and lives a happy and stable life. seonghwa may differ from your first impression of him, maybe when you think you know him, he surprises you, he's a bit weird and likes to make others uncomfortable for fun but the message that keeps coming through is that seonghwa is really just a great friend.

staff

8 of cups reversed, knight of cups, 6 of wands reversed, 2 of wands reversed

the 8 of cups reversed and 6 of wands reversed make me think he's mostly seen around other ateez members by these people, so they may think their idea of him is a bit limited. all in all, seonghwa may be a quiet guy around staff, mostly focused on his work and attentive to details. this is probably someone that follows traditional rules of respect and he may be seen as quite the hopeless romantic! as always, seonghwa is seen as a very cute guy by everyone, a pure heart and maybe a wanderer spirit who is limited by the real world. imaginative, creative, kind, helpful, proactive, focused and dedicated. they may see him as more of an introvert but think that's probably not how he is casually, that it's just not the appropriate time to focus on having fun.

female idols

10 of cups, 8 of wands, 8 of swords reversed, 6 of pentacles, the hierophant reversed

no surprises, seonghwa is seen as someone who isn't tied down by social limitations, he's incredibly confident in his inner self, he's done a lot of soul searching and knows what makes him feel happy and free. they think he knows well about how things are "supposed" to go, and he may even help others in doing so but it may not work for him, seonghwa may be seen as someone untraditional, not because he's unaware, he's just happy otherwise. this is a really smart person that knows how to hold a conversation and has many different facets, they know he can talk a lot about many different subjects, be really fun, but not have experienced it directly, as seongwa may be more professional when around the girls. they may fantasize about being in his life, either as a couple or best friends, they see him as a really good person in general, a walking green flag (IT SEEMS! I AM NOT CLAIMING ANY ABSOLUTE TRUTH), as seonghwa is not your typical type of guy, they may imagine that it would be fun to have him in their lives, I see many girls imagine being just friends with him and gossiping and stuff hahaha very nice vibes here 🤷‍♀️

male idols

ace of cups reversed, the world reversed, 10 of pentacles, knight of swords reversed, the tower

very different vibes jesus christ! some male idols really really like him, hold a lot of respect towards him and see him as someone that is very knowledgeable, respectful and can/will get very far in life. they may see him as someone more traditional and untraditional at the same time, who wants to do more, bring change into the world but is unfortunately limited by responsibilities and real life complications in general. seonghwa is a funny guy who likes to exaggerate for fun, may be dramatic, weird, messy, whatever, they think he is funny for that. I am getting very heavy energy here tho, obviously the cards are mostly reversed, these people's perception of seonghwa may be tainted by their own world views and weird interactions with him. seonghwa is seen as trouble by some of the guys, they don't think very nice things about him but they think he's well protected so they won't mess with him, but oh they wanna. it doesn't seem to be many people having this opinion tho, just the energy very strong. seonghwa may pull them off their high horses while they don't expect it cause he looks like such an easy-going, cute individual. in any and all cases, all of them see seonghwa has strong connections that will stay with him til the end of times, he can be quite impulsive which some like and some really don't. those that like him think he has some type of ancient knowledge (?), maybe passed down by generations. in general, male idols think ateez/kq environment is very tied together, people really see them as a family business.

#ateez tarot #kpop tarot #ateez #seonghwa

[sullyfortress]

I'm absolutely in love with your AU (⁠つ⁠✧⁠ω⁠✧⁠)⁠つ

can I ask of some more hc s?

how did the family react when they found out Pey pey was deaf?

How does Lo'ak act with his kids? What do they do together? <3

Family's reaction to Pe'yam being deaf:

The Sully's were more alarmed at Pey Pey being deaf than his Metkayina family. In fact I think Tsireya, Ao'nung, Ronal and Tonowari would be completely unphased. In fact I like the idea that Metkayina have had deaf members in the past - maybe its some mutation that shows up time to time? Idk. I can see sound being less important than touch. Like feeling the movement of the water being more important than lets say, listening to movement in trees in Omaticaya forest.

I think because the Metkayina spend so much time using sign language and underwater, the idea of communicating without sound is just easier to grasp.

Neytiri, as we've learned, does not like change and does not like being unprepared. I think she would just worry for Pey Pey's safety. Neytiri has lost so many people - I think she would easily become paranoid.

I can see Kiri being really unphased. As long as he can connect with Eywa, she thinks he'll be fine.

Tuk is curious and caring so I think she would be hesitant but eager to learn and navigate communicating with her nephew. 

I think Jake also would be unalarmed. He dealt with losing the ability to walk, so he can empathise with this idea of people thinking that the loss of a common ability makes you weak. He knows that people might look down on Pey Pey, but he doesn't want his grandson to think that he's lesser. He can run and walk - Jake sees that as a win. Jake's not much of a talker anyhow so I think when he needs chill time he appreciates hanging out with his grandson.

I can see Lo'ak and Neytiri being the most concerned. Lo'ak because I think he already feels like with him being mixed his kids are at a disadvantage. He knows what it was like growing up different. Also Lo'ak I think becomes more nervous and protective since the death of Neteyam so he would become a mother hen.

As for Lo'ak and his daughter Ziri, he would come to understand his fathers parenting more. I think Lo'ak would be very strict with his daughter just because she gets in so much trouble. He dishes out the punishments while Tsireya would be the one to play good cop and sooth both his and their daughters tempers. I think Lo'ak would get scared and blow up at Ziri for doing something stupid(something that he would have done at her age) and instantly regret it afterwards. 

I think it's one of those generational cycles, as Lo'ak would also in the midst of yelling at Ziri for putting herself and Pe'yam in danger (I imagine she wanted to go and check out a nearby Skypeople boat wreck and scavenge for thingamabobs.), he calls Pe'yam 'Neteyam' on accident. Like most of the family, he is seeing a resemblance in Ziri and Pe'yam to his and Neteyam's relationship as children. He's terrified of a repeat. Also it seems to be a Sully/Neytiri family curse that a sibling dies each generation.

Tsireya obviously nips this in the bud and gets on his ass to apologies and make it right and not to project his own guilt on his daughter. I think Ziri would be angry at her father until she meets her Uncle at the Spirit tree and learned a bit more about their relationship growing up. 

The two of them need to have some sort of heart to heart healing journey IDK I need to write it. Jake in their because *generational trauma* *cycle of pain*

As for Pey Pey and Ziri together. It consists of Pey Pey following Ziri and being the witness to her shenanigans. Ziriis also an avid talker, but while talking alot she never overwhelms or disregards her brother. In fact she's very quick at interpreting her brothers thoughts and wishes. I have this idea of whenever they meet new people who can't sign she speaks for him. Sometimes she's a bit more blunt than Pe'yam wishes.

You guys know that one Key & Peel Obama translator sketch? Yeah that them.

#peyam sully #avatar fanart #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #ziri oc #ziri sully #pey pey oc #au avatar headcannon #yeah Ziri calls people penis face on the daily

[grinnoire]

Zak Was Supposed To Die For Real -- Theory

I have this conspiracy theory that, maybe in the first draft, Zak was actually supposed to die in the finale, and the funeral that the show ends on would be his funeral. This gets really deep into the show’s themes and symbolism, and picks apart the plot points in the rushed season 2. Thoughts as follows:

I’m gonna start with the fact that it’s really weird that our protagonist doesn’t have any speaking lines in the funeral scene - not even one. This show was so meticulously written up until that point that I really feel like they wouldn’t accidentally forget to write Zak lines - the original version of this scene, Zak couldn’t talk, because he was dead.

Now, that’s just kind of a weird little observation. More importantly, it makes a lot of narrative and thematic sense for him to have died for real, but the weird pacing of the last 3 episodes really serves to obfuscate it. Here’s the lead-up to Zak’s death in abstract - forget for a moment the weird pacing of the season, and imagine these plot beats with enough time to breathe:

Zak strikes a deal with Argost, which he KNOWS is a bad idea, to learn more about his powers, in exchange for Argost having access to him.

What Zak (12 year old boy) doesn’t realize is that what Argost really wants to do is isolate Zak from his family/support network and render him vulnerable and dependent on Argost. “Into the Mouth of Darkness” makes this really explicit - the “lesson” Argost “teaches” Zak is that Zak is a monster who’s betraying his family. On the other hand, Argost effects this “kindly uncle” act around Zak, including showing up for his birthday and giving him a “birthday gift” - the neural parasite. He is EXPLICITLY eroding Zak's trust and reliance on his own family, while building it towards himself - gaslight gatekeep girlbossing, if you will.

On the flip side, Zak is trying to beat Argost at his own game, by sending Doyle to do recon on Argost, trying to find some weakness to exploit or some dark history to use against him. This search winds up seemingly worthless - the investigation pretty much uncovers that Argost has always been a scheming, conniving, evil little bastard, and really only serves to piss Doyle and Drew the hell off when they realize that Argost killed their parents. Put a pin in this one, it’s really important.

There’s a constant tension in the narrative centered around Zak being Kur. Zak IS Kur. They are not separate entities. There is no way to destroy the Kur part without taking Zak with it because they are the same guy. There is a constant struggle here, which is said explicitly in “The Unblinking Eye,” “they can tell us what we are... but they can’t tell us what we have to be.”

The problem is... “what we are” looks increasingly inescapable - Zak’s powers are getting stronger and getting evil-er; he starts the season injuring his parents, and by the end of it, he nearly gets his friends all killed, and he absolutely has the power to cause an apocalypse if he wants to. It’s starting to seem more and more like the talking Lemurian altar in “Shadows of Lemuria” was right - “no creature can defy its nature.” Like it or not, Zak IS basically a walking apocalypse, and the more he interacts with the world, the more he’s confronted by this fact - everyone is scared of him, everyone either wants him dead or wants him collared, and he hurts people just by being around them because he’s dangerous. Even if these messages get refuted somewhat by the end of the episodes - the jadugar in “Legion of Garuda” doesn’t succeed in killing Zak, but wants Zak dead. Zak himself nearly gives up on being good because Tsul’Kalu, who is very much a Good Guy, wants Zak dead. Like, it’s bad for this little boy.

As the situation grows more and more unsalvageable, all characters involved become more and more driven by ego and pride. Argost and the nagas are there from the very beginning, their main motivation being egomania and species supremacy, respectively, but the Scientists take progressively more extreme stances (they go from “we chose this option BECAUSE IT WON’T HURT ZAK, we don’t want to hurt Zak,” to “Noted. I’ll let my feelings know they should be hurt”), AND the Saturdays becoming increasingly hostile to outside groups (we start the show at “we need to defeat Argost for the good of humanity” to “we need to beat the shit out of everyone who tries to hurt our son” to “we need to kill Argost for revenge because he killed our goddamn parents”).

Zak is desperately trying to be the voice of reason - the voice of what he was taught. It’s very consistent in this series that Zak’s family sometimes loses their way - Doyle wouldn’t have joined the family, due to his own trust issues and Doc and Drew’s wariness, if Zak hadn’t insisted that ohana means family and family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. In season 2, Zak’s the one who has to beg his parents to go out and help cryptids, when they’re willing to go full defense mode and hide Zak away. And that’s the same even leading up to the finale - with Doyle and Drew completely losing their shit trying to revenge-kill Argost, and Doc honestly kind of complicit because he has his own very personal beef, Zak is the one begging them not to. 

So where we are at right now is that, thematically, the root cause of all the major problems in the show is ego. It’s pride, selfishness, and the callousness that results. Revenge, proving that you’re right, ambition and greed. The problem is that everyone is so up their own personal asses that they’ve lost sight of the actual good or harm they’re causing.

I want to mention that this is a very Hindu theme in a show with a shitton of Hindu symbolism. Kur itself is regularly identified with the Hindu god Shiva (you can read more about that here), and the Nagas speak Hindi/the Legion of Garuda is based on a Hindu legend, so it is by no means a stretch to bring a Hindu reading into the show.

To quote this website:

The Self is universal, eternal, one and without divisions. The expansive or exalted feeling that “I am everything” and “I am all,” this does not constitute egoism. However, the feeling that “I am so and so,” or “I have this and that,” constitute egoism or ahamkar. When the universal Self is covered with the impurities of delusion and ignorance, it develops this limited view of itself as a separate entity, which we recognize as ego.

Thus, the ego is the feeling of separateness, the sense of duality, or the idea of being distinct and different from others. It is the false perception of oneself as a separate being or a limited being. Egoism creates the limitations of space and time in which we become stuck.

Bringing this back to the show - as everyone’s motivations become more and more selfish and egoistic, and you could argue even Zak attempting to prove that he’s “this or that” counts, we have a culmination of this conflict in Weird World, where Drew actually succumbs to her desire for revenge and attempts to attack Argost and the Nagas, an act which ends with her disarmed and her own blade pointed at her.

(Drew’s blade, by the way, is specifically the khadga wielded by the bodhisattva Manjushri, which represents wisdom that cuts through duality and ignorance.)

What happens next is a major turning point in the narrative, and the rushed timing of season 2 didn’t do it justice. Van Rook sacrifices himself to save Drew, the only thing he liked “almost as much” as money. While this initially seems like shock value, people dying in a kid’s show, it’s much more than that. Van Rook’s death is the most major example of that which defies ego - selflessness.

We’ve seen smaller examples of this kind of selflessness throughout the series. Francis letting Zak go, or Wadi and Ulraj promising to stay by his side no matter what - but all of those have been salve on a wound. Their sentiments don’t fix anything or save anybody. But this, here? Van Rook sacrificing himself? That saved mom’s life.

The next thing that happens in the story is that Zak runs off to take Argost’s deal for a one on one confrontation. The pacing of the show makes it difficult to tell, but the way his dialogue is written, I’m firmly convinced that Zak went into that basement knowing that Argost was planning to kill him. He faintly jokes on the way down about them fighting “Kur versus Kur... or... anti-Kur... whatever.” But remember “Kur Rising” - “The jokes help me cope.” Let’s go back to our pin, the one on Doyle’s seemingly fruitless search for Argost’s weakness. This, here? This is the payoff for that.

You see, all that Doyle’s investigation turned up was that Argost has always been a selfish, egomaniacal, greedy, ambitious little bastard. And that’s his weakness. That’s what Zak takes away from Van Rook’s sacrifice. Let me transcribe his final words here:

I don’t need your mercy, Argost. I finally know how to end this -- all of it. Your whole life, all you’ve known is taking, and stealing, and grabbing for power. You’ll never understand what Van Rook did. Giving it all up to save the people you love. [...] Oh yeah, and you never were a very good scientist. You know why the world went crazy every time Zak Monday and I got too close? Matter and anti-matter don’t play well together. Have fun learning that lesson.

The final lines especially drive home to me that Zak knew what Argost was planning. Maybe not specifically how it turned out, but that Argost would try to steal his powers. Why? Because, according to Doyle’s investigation, that’s all that Argost has ever known. Greed, selfishness, and ego. Argost would not be able to resist a chance to steal Zak’s powers. He’d be blinded to the fact that this will destroy him. Zak went into that basement knowing he was going to die to the Flute of Gilgamesh.

Now, let’s go back to our website on Hinduism:

In our eagerness to be something, have something and find security, we build walls around ourselves and become prisoners of our own actions, losing sight of our innate ability to radiate the light of God and His unconditional love. We cease to see the divinity in ourselves as well as in ours. [...] The secret regarding unconditional love is that it manifests in you when your self-love becomes universal love. For that you have to see your inner Self everywhere and everything in your inner Self.

[...] A tree does not choose whom to give its fruit. It is we who build a fence around it. A well does not choose whom to give water. A river does not choose whose boat it will carry. A flower does not choose to whom it will spread its fragrance. The sun and moon do not choose to whom to radiate their warmth and light.

God's unconditional love manifests when we silence our desires and suspend our judgment. Both are difficult to practice. When they are absent, God's love manifests itself. It is in the silent heart of an ascetic yogi (muni) the spring of unconditional love wells up.

Zak is the one who begs his mother and uncle not to go down the path of vengeance, an entirely selfish pursuit. Zak is the one who forgives his uncle and reminds his family that they should love each other without judgment. And Zak is the one who has always reminded his parents that their job is to help the creatures of this earth. Argost, the embodiment of ego, would never be able to understand compassion, altruism, or sacrifice. That’s what Zak defeats him with.

There is also something to be said here that Zak’s powers - Kur’s powers - the part of the show most heavily associated with Hinduism - is to connect with cryptids. The universal, eternal, one-without-divisions Hindu concept of Self is precisely what Kur’s powers echo. Kur is this oneness, this universality.

To those of us with ego, to those of us with desires and attachments, it is a malignant and seemingly evil force. Kur, the destroyer. Kur, which destroys ego. Kur, a universal and eternal consciousness that grinds our pretensions of uniqueness or separateness to dust. And that is the state Zak attains with his sacrifice - he suffers an ego death, but his love remains. What his sacrifice means is an end to vengeance, an end to animosity, an end to the struggle for identity, in lieu of something beautiful. That makes this ending a resolution of the tension between “what we are” and “what we choose to be.”

He destroys Argost, the show’s greatest representation of ego, ego which causes all the problems, with the sacrifice of his own ego, fulfilling his duty as Kur. He cannot defy his nature, but he is also who he chooses to be - because he is everything, and everything is within him. That is the true nature of the Hindu concept of Self when the ego has been silenced.

And so we reach the funeral again, in this hypothetical where Zak stays dead. I want to focus here on the last words in the show:

Two is plenty.

This is already incredibly powerful when said by Doyle to Van Rook, a man who made a massive impact on his life, a man that he hated, but who lifted him out of poverty and inadvertently reunited him with his family. But imagine if he says this to Zak.

His relationship with Zak throughout the show is more than just uncle and nephew; it’s mentor and mentee. He occupies the same space in Zak’s life that Van Rook had in his own. Now, not only is he echoing Van Rook’s words from the very first episode - Van Rook who is also dead - but he is now the mentor, saying these words to his mentee, whom he will never finish training.

I think they’re more powerful then. It’s a final acknowledgement of the lessons that Zak and Van Rook taught them. Forgive, love each other, be one with everything and have everything within yourself. On top of that, with Zak specifically, it’s a way to mourn a relationship that will never see its proper conclusion.

And then I think the network took one look at this and went “you cannot, and I cannot stress this enough, cannot kill off the child protagonist of your children’s cartoon.”

#the secret saturdays #death /////// #zak saturday #leonidas van rook #v v argost #vincent vladislav argost #THE SHOW IS THAT DEEP #IT IS THAT DEEP #LOTS OF SHOWS ARE NOT THAT DEEP BUT THIS ONE IS

[karmautistic]

souyo will never not be good. like the whole town in visibly pining for u and u go for yosuke hanamura the one guy who is trying to hide it and doing the worst possible job

they r so loser4loser

also literally any getting together souyo drabble mayhaps?

LIKE LITERALLY imagine being the guy who basically saved Inaba and the world , you're a team leader because you make smart and level headed decisions.

And then you see Yosuke, this bumbling idiot who doesn't even know how to thunk before he speaks and you're like. Yeah yes. This one.

In terms of getting together... I think it's so so important that Yosuke confess first. His internalized homophobia is such a large hurdle he needs to get over bc he's like basically almost confessing the entire game ("Like you. You're really special to me." ??????) And then backing out immediately.

And Yu is both... patient but slightly intimidated by the way Yosuke approaches the idea of being gay,, he wants to give Yosuke the time to overcome his own feelings because he's not stupid. He can yell that Yosuke likes him or at the very least is struggling with accepting the fact that he's queer.

But I mean. There's also that part of him that is scared of rejection. He's still just a teen and he can't bare the sting of having Yosuke say no to his face, especially if it's going to be coupled with some statement about how he's "not gay" in a slightly upset? Disgusted? Offended? Tone. Yosuke is his partner who he trusts and cares for deeply and the idea of him being Disgusted or uncomfortable around him feels like the end of the world.

Basically Yu is anxious and emotionally constipated and Yosuke *needs* to overcome his struggles before this can work so I think a huge part of really overcoming it is him confessing first

NOW HOW THE CONFESSION GOES... You KNOW it's started by Yosuke doing something a little bit gayer than usual, followed by silence, and him yelling "BYE" and running away while he processes for a bit. Bonus points if its a build up of things over one week and it really makes him think.

For example: asks Yu to practice kissing for a future gf, says "love you!' When hanging up the phone one night, instinctively reaching for his hand to not get lost in a crowd, etc. It has Yosuke constantly on edge,, all those emotions he tried to stuff down are coming back full force, and now he can't even look at Yu without feeling warm in his chest.

And one night, on a whim of adrenaline an impulse, he runs all the way to the Dojima residence (bc he's dramatic. Too dramatic for over the phone.) And the moment he sees Yu opens the door he just blurts out "I THINK IM IN LOVE WITH YOU."

There's. A deafening moment of silence that's quickly followed by embarrassment as he realized he just yelled this over the Dojima's having dinner. Oops.

Anyways, Yu would ask him to come in and they'd talk upstairs about. Well about everything,, they talk about Yosuke, how scared he was to admit to this part of himself... why he felt that way but realizing he needs to stop caring ehst others think because it hurts him to hide it... and because he loves Yu and knows Yu would never judge him. Yu talking about his internal worries as well, worried that Yosuke would avoid hum like the plague or be annoyed with him for liking him.

And then... they just kinda lay down together and slowly recount all the moments they've had together. The first time they entered the TV world, riding scooters together, Yosuke pulling him out of the Mitsuo hallucination, how angry and protective Yosuke had gotten not just over him, but especially Dojima and Nanako at the hospital, saving the world... everything.

And reiterates "You're really special to me, partner..."

LETS GO GAY PEOPLE

#souyo #yu narukami #souji seta #yosuke hanamura #asks #anon

[vampyrsm]

god bless this anon with the hitwoman ask!!! and this indeed made me think of...vigilante yn!

let's see, she completes the heroes' missions first, helps them with clues (which always comes with sarcastic messages like "why do i have to keep doing you guys job, should i take over the mission? xoxo, yn") and she does it with all heroes, especially dynamight.

joining him in battles even though he says (yells) he doesn't need her help. imagine if one day he gets hurt badly in one of these battles and yn arrives in time to save him... imagine the news next morning? "vigilante yn saves pro hero dynamight"

don't think she's a bad person, or even a villain, i think she just feels like being a hero is too much (?) like, having all eyes on you and having to be good and show a pure and clean image most of the time, maybe that's why pro hero dynamight is attracted to her, even tho he doesn't accept it very well...

at this point i wrote an entire fic lol, i'm sorry!! btw i love your new theme, and how have you been? hope u doing well 🌻

omg!!! I love vigilante yn so much, the idea of it has me all giddy because of the potential it could have. But hello lovely!! Hope you're doing well too, thank you so much for sending me this because it's all I'll be thinking about today. And thank you! I wanted to change themes for a little while & I think I'll settle with this for a while, it's clean and I like it!!

I may have let myself get a little carried away with vigilante yn interacting with Bakugou here, hehe

oh my god, imagine the frustration that Dynamight feels when someone—not even a hero—completes the mission before he does? He trained his entire life for this, went through wars for this and he's still getting beaten by some vigilante who's too scared to say this shit to his face? Oh yeah, he is NOT happy with that. Makes it his new personal mission to catch them in the act, to find the woman who is driving him up the wall with those little petty sarcastic messages.

Yes!! The news articles the next day absolutely eat up the fact that somehow the undefeated, number one pro hero Dynamight is injured during a fight (which is rare in itself) and has to be saved by someone that no one even really knows about. At the time of the battle, people are like "Who is that? A new hero?" "No, they're not even wearing a real hero suit!" "Another villain?!" But then you're helping Dynamight up with one big arm over your shoulder, his body hunched over your own because the height difference is ridiculous and it looks like a sweet moment of someone helping him out.

The reality is however he's absolutely cussing you out in your ear, snarling curse words. "Don't need yer fuckin' help, get off!" yet he's still leaning into you, letting you have the burden of some of his body weight whilst you hobble him over to a sideline. And when you put him down, intent on heading back into battle he's grabbing your wrist, a harsh yank that has you hissing at the pain in your shoulder. I imagine vigilantes are somewhat illegal in their universe too since you're operating without a hero license. So you think maybe he's tugging you back to have someone arrest you, but you see the look in his eye. It's undeniable. He looks worried. "Stop." he grits, the pain in his side is unbearable whenever he speaks. "Don't go back out there, you'll get yourself killed."

And you stop for a moment, he thinks he's won you over before you're smiling at him in a way that has his stomach twisting and heart dropping into a black abyss. "Haven't I always been better than you at your job?" A jab, it should sound mean but he can see the genuine look in your eyes—you want to help, you want to be a hero. "I'll be fine." He has to let you go then, you tug once and you vanish back into the street to finish the fight that he failed to complete. Once again second place to someone who wasn't a hero.

But yes, you definitely aren't a bad person and you explain that to him one evening when he tracked you down to what must be your apartment. "I don't like the spotlight, but I don't like letting things slip by the hands of those who are meant to protect us." He can understand that now after the years of his youth dealing with the war and the villains ideals, he gets it now and he agrees; he knows that people are still slimy in the hero world and he knows you mean it when you say you want to help people.

He doesn't know the exact moment he fell for you, not sure when the attraction shifted from wanting to study your fighting style to better himself to something less than innocent. Not sure when he started to chase after you in hopes of something more, to feel your skin under his hands and to see the grin on your face when he lets you slip through his fingers before the police arrive at the scene of a crime that you helped stop.

I let this get away from me LMAO, like I said I love the potential this could have.

#— alex has mail ! #🌻 anon #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader

[itsawhumpsideblog]

Character sketches

Francis was the first of the Safehouse boxboys to make himself known, although Mikey was not far behind. The thing I'm finding most fascinating about writing Francis is finding ways to convey his worldview, which I feel like I'm doing to a greater extent than with Mikey or Nathan. Because he was living with another person who had very definite ideas about what he should be like, Francis had his worldview sort of forged for him in really odd ways.

There will eventually be an installment where he learns to count higher than ten, for example, but right now he thinks everyone gets to ten and starts over and therefore functionally can't conceptualize of quantities greater than 100 (ten tens, as he would think of it).

He also speaks in third person, which obviously the other two do not, and has developed a very flowery, formal way of speaking as a result of being a living showpiece and as much an accessory in his former owner's home as the art on the walls. I imagine that his owner worked on training him to speak in a highly artistic style and move as if everything is a ballet.

Francis gets really good at interpreting for Mikey when Mikey learns to sign and ultimately decides to pursue interpreting as a career. It's a good fit for him because he doesn't have to speak for himself or produce original utterances unless they're really simple; he can just interpret from one language to another what somebody else is saying. He also prefers not being the focus of the conversation in any way and interpreting lets him fade comfortably into the background.

I imagine that he uses a wheelchair or crutches depending on how he's feeling, but because of the nerve damage in his feet, has a lot of difficult walking without a mobility aid.

When I write Mikey, I kind of can't help but make him sound small and waifish, because he's so sad and scared all the time- at least until yesterday's short story, which gives a brief glimpse of Mikey in the future. In fact, Mikey is a pretty big guy, which is likely what you'd want for a guy who lives as somebody's personal bouncer. He's probably six inches taller than Francis, although Nathan is closer to Mikey's height.

And as I elaborated on a little in yesterday's backstory, he's very muscular from a combination of enforced workouts and a low dose of steroids. Incidentally, I don't think the WRU publicizes their use of steroids but I would bet everyone knows they do it. Owners presumably make the choice to continue that practice or not, but I think Mikey's owners don't. There's probably a story about withdrawal in there, actually.

I don't know much about Mikey or Francis before they were boxboys, but I do have some idea what happens to Mikey after he's been at the Safehouse a while. As you can guess if you're caught up, he is going to be able to use his hands and arms fairly normally (although he hates when it rains because he gets so sore) and he becomes a fluent signer over time.

I think he goes from resignation at the loss of his voice to having a lot of anger about it. He experiences bouts of depression as he learns to cope with knowing how things could have been vs. how they are, but he finds strength and fulfillment in becoming an activist against the Pet trade. It's the kind of outlet for his anger that Mikey really appreciates- he abhors violence, but he feels a strong need to "get back at" the people who took so much from him. He probably does, or tries to do, research to find out who he used to be. I'm not yet sure what amount of success he has.

Poor Nathan was the last of the three to come along and I feel like he sometimes get short shrift. His backstory is the only one I have much of a handle on, and he talks about it in one chapter. He aged out of the foster care system and basically didn't have the counsel or a parent or mentor to give him a realistic perspective on what volunteering to become a Pet entailed. I think he was very briefly working a soul-sucking job somewhere he hated and was recruited on the basis of his looks and the recruiter's desire for a commission check.

Obviously, when he got to the WRU facility, it was nothing like he had imagined. I don't think he knew about the memory-wiping process, although I think most adults in his society are aware that something like that goes on. In my created world, as in many other peoples', I think, Pets are a luxury and generally only affordable by people who are wealthy or willing to save up. So Nathan went in with just the information he had from the recruiter, which obviously wouldn't reflect reality.

Once I wrote the bit where Mikey remembers another Pet who was kind to him and who was the closest thing he ever remembers having to a friend, I knew I wanted them to be re-united. I wasn't quite sure what Nathan's defining feature would be until I was writing it and sort of discovered in the process that although he had signed the papers and been sold and lived as a Pet, the memory wipe had never taken.

I was pretty fascinated with the implications, which I'll definitely want to explore at greater length. One thing it means is that Nathan knows exactly who he is and what his life was like before, although he was pretty lonely to begin with, so nobody's looking too hard for him. It also means that he knows exactly what happens at WRU facilities and can be a whistleblower, if and when anyone's ready to hear the truth.

But the effect of all this on his mental health is hard to overstate, because it's so traumatic to go through training and living as someone's possession without ever giving away that you're the same person you always were before. (Side note- Nathan is dyslexic, which is how he gets by without admitting he can read. He definitely can, but it's enough work that he doesn't see words and visibly process them without meaning to.)

The almost endless mental stress of pretending to have no memory, on top of the same stress other Pets experience, like trying to please a person who may be impossible to please, never having time to themselves, and being under constant physical strain, really takes its toll on Nathan. I think he has a sort of permanent thousand-yard stare, even when he's looking directly at someone or something. A part of his brain is just always a little stunned and distracted and he usually looks sad, even when he isn't. Meeting Mikey again, though, gives him a bit of a new lease on life, because he's so relieved and happy to know that Mikey has a chance at a happy ending.

NB: originally written for a BBU Community Days prompt that I was informed I misunderstood. I’m not able to rework the post but I hate to waste the work so I’ll leave it in case anyone is interested.

#the safehouse

[kvaradonaa]

It's always exciting to read people's headcanons 👀

I'm so sorry I let this rot in drafts! I assume it was about my tags to this post, so I'll share some general characterisation headcanons. Obviously, while they're inspired by numerous articles and interviews, they're still my fictional headcanons, not facts about Sheva (unless I say otherwise). Under cut for lenght, not for any sensitive content.

1. He is surprisingly sensitive about self. He takes criticism badly and gets really defensive about it. He doesn't like being teased and made fun of either.

2. Despite that, he is still a people pleaser kind of guy. It's mostly fear of consequences. Him, and even more so his parents, grew up knowing that even saying the wrong thing can have terrible consequences. So, quite often, he'd just let others walk all over him (and try not to cry about it), because he is scared of crossing them.

3. Unless he knows he can do what he wants without consequences, of course. I mean, in real life, he did throw tantrums at his coaches from time to time. He definitely can be a bit toxic sometimes.

4. Speaking of throwing tantrums, he generally tends to have a rather childish way of expressing strong emotions, from anger and sadness, to happiness even. Not because he is childish in general, but because he never really learned a way to express them as an adult. Perhaps he felt like he was never allowed to.

5. Others don't seem to mind that very much. In real life, Ancelotti once described a situation in which Sheva banged on the door to his office, whining "You left me on the bench. You were wroooong." and honestly? From that description, he didn’t seem to mind, he found it funny and endearing even. So I guess there's something about him that just sparks some protective instincts in people.

6. He really likes to feel special. I imagine his self-esteem is surprisingly low for such a successful person, or rather it's really unstable. Sometimes he feels like he deserves special treatment. Sometimes he needs constant reassurance.

7. Related to the previous one, he gets way too excited about all the tiny signs that make him seem like he was chosen by fate, born to do great things, etc. etc. The way he, in real life, was excited about number seven in Hebrew 😂. (And the fact that he didn't choose it himself? But was given it by his teammate? And it's "sheva"! Must have been fate.)

8. All those headcanons might make it seem like I think he's a horrible person. Maybe in a way he is, but mostly he's just so lost, shaped by his experiences (maybe that's a thing for another post?).

9. In real life he claims he values freedom very much. In my headcanon it's a bit more complicated. He likes to believe that whatever he does is his own personal choice, but he finds safety and comfort in having others make decisions for him. But when he needs space, he's going to make it obvious... By not interacting with anyone.

10. Despite claiming to be a shy little boy that doesn't like luxury very much, he does like it very much. Maybe not in an obnoxious show-off way, but he likes designer clothes and expensive trips... and rich friends who can sponsor such lifestyle. Somehow he's always known how to get the latter.

#ask #i don't wanna tag it with name and surname but i somehow need to so i can return to it #so maybe #my fics #? #it's not a fic but might be useful if i forget lol