#reservoir dogs preference

[littlemissvincentvega]

can you plssss do nsfw hcs of Reservoir Dogs? maybe their favourite position? if this is uncomfortable u dont need to write this! no pressure xx

the reservoir dogs & their favourite positions

a/n: thank you for the request babe i'm sorry i didn't do it right away i kind of suck at getting to them but i'm remembering how much i love writing!!! enjoy 🥰🥰

18+ explicit content / reservoir dogs x reader

cw: references to p in v sex, oral (f and m receiving), bdsm, slapping, spanking

mr. white / larry dimmick:

larry is kind of an oldschool guy in general, so i feel like missionary would be his thing. he likes to be able to see his girl's pretty face when he fucks her, and it gives him the freedom to be rough and dirty or slow and passionate. if it's the former, he'll pause every so often to lean down and kiss her forehead for taking him so well 🥺

mr. orange / freddy newandyke:

freddy just SCREAMS cowgirl to me. he likes to be able to see all of his girl, tits bouncing in his face and every inch of his cock buried in her sweet pussy. maybe he's just a lazy bitch? it gives him the freedom to touch her everywhere, though-- squeezing her ass, her hips, waist, kneading her breasts and pressing kisses to them while she rides him. he usually brings his thumb to her clit so he can see her face when she comes. that's a sight he never gets bored of

mr. brown:

idk why but i feel like brown likes a rope bunny. he likes to tie his girl up and i can see him enjoying her being hog-tied, him kneeling beside the bed so he can eat her pussy or facefuck her. but bondage aside he likes missionary, with his girl's legs in the air and her feet resting on his shoulders (i think you know why 🦶🦶😏)

mr. pink:

pink is sort of obsessed with eating his girl's pussy, so his favourite position is between her legs with his arms around her thighs. that way he can look up and see her face, see the ecstasy he's bringing to her with his tongue. he's also a fan of facesitting. it makes him sooo fuckin hard when his girl comes on his face and he's practically suffocated by her cunt. this guy has a magic tongue and i think we all know it

mr. blonde / vic vega:

woah okay this kinky motherfucker where do i even begin?? vic likes to slap during sex so doggy style is his go-to. it gives him the freedom to grab his girl's hips or waist so he can fuck her as hard as he likes (and trust me, he likes to POUND into that pussy) and slap her ass so hard she can't sit comfortably for a week. sometimes he'll bring his arm around her torso and clamp his hand around her throat, hold her upright and grunt dirty things into her ear. he's still proud of her being such a good girl, though, and sometimes he'll kiss the little patch of skin behind her ear

'nice guy' eddie cabot:

eddie is sort of a wild card when it comes to positions. he likes cowgirl because he's lazy and likes his girl's tits in his face, he likes fucking her from behind so he can slap her ass, he likes missionary so he can get as deep in her pussy as he wants. it all depends on the mood he's in. i also think eddie would like doggy style in front of a mirror so he can see his girl's face while he pounds her, it reeeeallly gets him off. another thing about eddie? he loves when his girl gets on her knees for him and begs for him to come all over her face and tits, it drives him feral 🥵

#reservoir dogs headcanons #reservoir dogs preference #eddie cabot x reader #reservoir dogs x reader #larry dimmick x reader #mr white x reader #mr pink x reader #mr blonde x reader #vic vega x reader #nice guy eddie x reader #freddy newandyke x reader #mr orange x reader #mr brown x reader #tarantino preference

[imaginesbymk]

RESERVOIR DOGS PREFERENCE

FINDING OUT YOU HAVE A MINIMUM WAGE JOB

Characters: Mr. White (Larry), Mr. Orange (Freddy Newandyke), Mr. Blonde (Vic Vega), Mr. Pink, Mr. Brown + “Nice Guy” Eddie 

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Taglist: @locke-writes​ & @aryn-the-bearheart​

A/N: something lighthearted and random! enjoy and leave a like/reblog/feedback <33 ^.^

MR. WHITE ( LARRY ) —

Mr. White seeing you bagging groceries wearing a bright vest with your name on it is just so unimaginable.

He makes your job easier by helping you bag his own groceries (even tho nowadays in most stores you have to do it yourself?)

“Your manager’s paying you well, right?”

“Larry, this is Wal-Mart. I don’t get paid enough to bag people’s odd choice for frozen dinners and tennis shoes.”

He swears not to tell a soul. But he visits you at work because he needs to go to the store every week.

MR. ORANGE ( FREDDY NEWANDYKE ) —

Mr. Orange notices you as the new sales associate at the comic book store.

You’re stocking merchandise on the top shelves, using the ladders.

“Y/N?” He calls you down. You froze, fearing the worst for all retailers, seeing someone you know at your own workplace is so embarrassing.

He doesn’t care at all, though. He’s just looking for the limited edition of the action figures he wanted. 

Probably wants you to smuggle him a lifelong supply of Marvel stuff from the back.

Orange makes a smug look when he’s at the counter. 

MR. BLONDE ( VIC VEGA ) —

The thing is, Blonde KNOWS you work at Big Kahuna, and becomes a total dick when you serve him.

It’s literally Squilliam making fun of Squidward for working at the Krusty Krab.

“I asked for no onions and tomatoes in my burger.”

“Wow, Vic. You’re a convict and a picky-eater. Grow up.”

Big Kahuna is one of his go-tos, so you don’t have much of a choice but to serve him food.

MR. PINK —

Of course... you’re a server at a restaurant

He’s just making fun of you, literally treats you the way a snobby customer treats their server.

“Whatever. What do you want? We’re serving the lunch special.”

Snapping his fingers at you to get your attention across the room

You threaten to spit in his food if he makes one more joke, and you mean it.

“Pink, I told you. We don’t serve those here.”

He doesn’t tip. 

MR. BROWN —

You work at the local Blockbuster.

"Hey, where’s the Spaghetti western movies?" You turn around and see Mr. Brown at the front desk.

Both your jaws are on the floor, staring at each other in pure shock.

He can’t stop giggling at you now, much to your annoyance.

It’s a good thing you know enough about your job and where everything is, so every time Brown comes in the store he always comes to you for movies he wants to rent, and you would put it on the store TV and watch it with him

“NICE GUY” EDDIE CABOT —

Eddie seeing you at the dry cleaners when he has to get all the suits ready was a big surprise for him.

“I don’t believe it. From a distance, I was thinking to myself, ‘Hey, that mf kinda looks like y/n’, and lo and behold!”

He uses this to his advantage, though. He wants his, his Dad’s and the people his dad recruits’s clothes clean and tailored to a T.

You’re gonna be his go-to for clean suits from now on.

Would come in, cheerily calling for you or greeting you.

#reservoir dogs x reader #reservoir dogs #reservoir dogs preference #mr white x reader #larry dimmick x reader #mr orange x reader #freddy newandyke x reader #mr blonde x reader #vic vega x reader #nice guy eddie x reader #mr brown x reader #reader insert #twd preference

[jamiesfootball]

On the one hand Roy breaking up with Keeley was deeply rooted in his own insecurities and it’s heartbreaking because they both clearly still love each other.

On the other hand, while it’s easy lambast him for being stupid about it and not staying together to work it out, he may have accidentally done a very good thing for himself.

We saw in season two how Roy tends to get a bit clingy in a relationship. Some of that is probably just who he is - a guy who feels things very very very strongly and wants all the quality time with people he loves - but I suspect that some of it is also an outlet for the fact that Roy doesn’t easily make strong, honest emotional connections.

He gives people PARTS of himself. He gives the yoga ladies a bit of his silliness, but not the passionate core of himself that loves football more than anything. He gives the coaching team… more than he used to, but he holds back from being a Diamond Dog. He clearly loves the lads on his team, but they’re not allowed to comfort him about his break up. That’s a step too far.

Outside of his family, Keeley really was like the only person he let inside. And it’s easy to point at Roy’s sense of self worth as the reason for the break up, but on a deeper level I think part of him also felt devastated by the possibility that maybe Keeley didn’t feel as strongly. She didn’t need him the way he needed her, didn’t want to be attached to him the same way. She was fine on her own. Preferred it sometimes.

She loved him. He knows that. But Roy is a man in progress, and god only knows how low his reservoir of being loved was before the series. In some ways, Roy was a starving man when it came to Keeley, and honestly good on him if he realized that wasn’t the healthiest thing to bring into a relationship.

While he might have gone about it in a messy way, in a way that didn’t use enough words because he didn’t know how to make the words mean exactly, I think Roy asked for what he needed. (And Keeley might’ve hit the nail on the head when she called it a ‘break’ instead of a ‘break up’, but Roy is not a man of half measures. If they’re not together then it’s a break up. He’s stringing no one on here.)

Roy is emotionally a fucking mess post break up, but we do see signs now that this is a Roy Kent who is becoming comfortable with his life. He’s warmer with the boys, he’s joking with the coaches, he’s having a great old time during practice and personal training. He’s even made Jamie Tartt into a friend- dare I say, a close friend.

These are the support structures he needed in season two but wouldn’t let himself have. Now that he’s forcefully put himself out to pasture, he’s in a position where he has to let them in or it’s going to get very cold out there. Of course like a sheepdog he has found himself surrounded in cozy things.

This is a Roy who’s gonna be more secure in a relationship. Boy really just needed some time to work on himself. Its the good idea hiding behind the facade of a bad one. He’s gonna be just fine.

#roy kent #ted lasso spoilers #sort of

[sillyrabbit81]

What kinds of movies do each of the Fallen Wolves brothers like best?

Thanks Gemma for sending in this ask. I hadn't thought about this much tbh, so it was fun to actually work through.

I've interpreted this is how I see the characters as I've written them in TFWB as an AU. So here we go.

Mike is a horror fan. And we’re not talking elevated horror, you’d never catch him watching Hereditary for example. Oh no, he wants the gory stuff, (bonus points for a bit of comedic value). Favourites include Evil Dead, Cabin in the Woods, Hostel, Terrifier, House of 1000 Corpses.

Sy watches a lot of movies but his favourite genre is comedy. Favourites include classics like The Big Lebowski, Anchorman, Animal House, Coming to America and Caddyshack. He likes action, especially your typical 80s action like Die Hard or Predator and occasionally he’ll watch a really good war movie like Fury or Lone Survivor.

Marshall likes his movies to be a little cerebral. Films like Inception, Memento and The Prestige are his thing. He’ll watch comedy if it's clever and witty like Monty Python’s Life of Brian or Being John Malkovich or action movies like Total Recall or Ex Machina.

Walker doesn’t watch a lot of movies. If he does choose to spend the time watching a film then he prefers to watch gritty, dark movies like Se7en, Collateral, LA Confidential, Reservoir Dogs and Training Day.

Geralt is mostly into action and sci-fi / fantasy. Films like 300, Edge of Tomorrow, I am Legend, World War Z and The Book of Eli. He enjoys a good underdog movie too like Rocky, The World’s Fastest Indian and The Shawshank Redemption.

I'd love to know what you think!

❤️ Rabbit

#ask sillyrabbit81 #ysmmsy #the fallen wolves brotherhood #tfwb #henry cavill #henry cavill headcanon #captain syverson #syverson #hellraiser mike #mike (hellraiser) #mike hellraiser #geralt of rivia #geralt #august walker #walter marshall

[alienelvisobsession]

The Quentin Tarantino Connection

When he was a teenager in the late 1970s and early 1980s, Quentin Tarantino was by his own admission way into ‘50s rockabilly music. “I was like the second coming of Elvis Presley. I dyed my hair black. I wore it in a big ole pompadour”, he said in an interview. In his recent book Cinema Speculation, he writes about discussing cinema with his mom’s black friend Floyd, who was into blaxploitation. He loved hearing Floyd’s first-hand accounts of being a black Elvis fan back in the 1950s, also rebuking claims that the King of Rock ‘n Roll was racist. He even included “Elvis impersonator” in his early résumé and it must have paid out because he was cast as one in an episode of the sit-com The Golden Girls in 1988. Incidentally, Tarantino was born in Elvis’ home state of Tennessee, where his mother is from, and as a kid was even left there for a year, describing his family as “hillbilly alcoholics”.

Elvis often comes up in his movies. For example in a deleted scene of his now classic film Pulp Fiction (1994), Mia Wallace uses a hand-held video camera to interview Vincent Vega with either/or questions. She explains the game as follows: “There are only two kinds of people in the world, Beatles people and Elvis people”. Mia has no doubts about Vincent’s allegiance. With his swagger, callback to “Grease” and dance moves, John Travolta is an Elvis man through and through.

Of course, Mia and Vincent later go a to ‘50s themed diner called Jack Rabbit Slim’s, where they have the famous twist contest dancing to Chuck Berry’s “You Never Can Tell”. The waiters are all dressed like dead stars from the 1950s, such as Marilyn Monroe, James Dean and Buddy Holly. Even though, as Vincent would put it, the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll must have had the night off, in Mia’s words “an Elvis man should love it”. Tarantino said that the design for the diner, where the guests sit in booths made like ‘50s vintage cars and the dance floor looks like a tachometer, was partially inspired by the nightclub with race car motifs in one of Elvis’ movies, Speedway (1968).

Tarantino references Elvis here and there in his work. In the novelization of Once Upon a Time in Hollywood that he wrote, for example, Rick Dalton (Leonardo DiCaprio in the movie) is described by his agent Marvin (Al Pacino) as having spent all his career “running pocket combs through his pompadour”, which by 1969 not even Elvis has anymore.

His biggest Elvis homage came very early on in his career, though. As a matter of fact, to finance what would become his first movie, Reservoir Dogs (1992), Tarantino auctioned a script that he had written, True Romance. It was made into a movie by Tony Scott and it ultimately came out in 1993. True Romance begins with a casual conversation about pop culture in the style of Mr. Brown with his infamous “Like a Virgin” theory in Reservoir Dogs. Clarence (Christian Slater) is at a bar, chatting up a girl. Like Tarantino, Clarence prefers ‘50s Elvis and praises Jailhouse Rock (the movie not the song) where Elvis was everything that rockabilly was about: “Mean, surly, nasty, rude”. And then, obviously interested in picking up the girl, he continues: “Elvis looked good. I mean, I ain’t no fag, but Elvis was prettier than most women, you know. Most women. You know, I always said if I had to fuck a guy – you know, I mean, had to – if my life depended on it, I’d fuck Elvis”. Tarantino establishes the rules for his story right away: just like you have fantasies where you wish you were Elvis or as cool as Elvis, or you wish you could fuck him, this movie is a whole fantasy where you wish you were a hero who had a crazy adventure and passionate love story involving pimps, drugs and guns.

Clarence, an alter ego for the author, falls madly in love with Alabama (Patricia Arquette), a call girl. Clarence loves martial arts movies, comic books, hamburgers and Elvis, just like the film director. He also wears Elvis glasses and drives a purple Cadillac. Throughout the movie, Elvis pops up several times, in magazines, on T-shirts and on furniture or posters. The most striking appearance is obviously when Clarence sees Elvis (Val Kilmer) in the bathroom mirror, dressed in his gold lamé suit but anachronistically sporting his ‘70s big glasses. Elvis tells Clarence that he has to kill Alabama’s pimp, and there the adventure begins.

In Cinema Speculation, which sits halfway between film criticism and memoir, Tarantino goes back to Elvis several times. He writes that Elvis could have been the biggest movie star of the 1960s, if it weren’t for Colonel Parker’s greediness and for the weight of his own enormous success in the music business. He even mentions excitedly that Elvis was considered for the role of Sundance in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969) opposite Warren Beatty, before the roles went to Paul Newman and Robert Redford.

Tarantino has always took a liking for B movies, so it doesn’t come as a surprise to learn that he’s not dismissive of Elvis movies as a whole and writes about a few of them in detail. He considers Flaming Star (1960), for instance, to be “a truly great fifties Western, and maybe the most brutally violent American western of its era.” According to him, the film director, Don Siegel, who would go on to direct Dirty Harry (1971), was a master when it came to film fistfights and chase sequences. This was because of his background in editing and his penchant for violence. Tarantino also praises Don Siegel’s unexpected use of shocking bouts of violence, of which there are several in Flaming Star. His protagonists, including Elvis’ Pacer, were often at odds with the society they lived in, which reflected the way Siegel felt around film executives and producers. “Pod people” is how he called them, in reference to his movie The Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1956) and in this category he included Elvis’ nefarious manager, Colonel Tom Parker.

Tarantino recognizes that Elvis movies weren’t real movies but “ElvIs movies”, but he’s a fan of Roustabout (1964) nevertheless. He describes it as: “a pretty entertaining little picture chock-full of cool elements, Elvis entering the movie on a motorcycle—dressed head to toe in black leather […], a strong Big Valley era Barbara Stanwyck as his colead, a one-line bit at the beginning by Raquel Welch, the best soundtrack of any of Elvis’ color films, including a rarity for the King on film—Elvis singing a cover of somebody else’s hit, the Coasters’ Little Egypt, and the only film where Elvis gets to demonstrate his Ed Parker-taught karate moves.” Because of course Tarantino loves martial arts movies, just like Elvis did. And blaxploitation, hamburgers, comic books and being over the top. They would have been great friends.

Read here my previous posts on Elvis connections. So far I’ve written about Jimi Hendrix, Andy Warhol/Bob Dylan, the Clash and Jim Morrison.

#quentin tarantino #elvis presley #elvis #1990s cinema #elvis movies #true romance #pulp fiction #don siegel #flaming star #film criticism #1960s cinema #speedway #roustabout #tarantino #tarantino movies

[what-yadoking-likes]

The ABCs of Payday - Q&A edition

You can either answer all of these yourself & tag people to also complete it, or you can RB and your followers can pick a letter and you answer. Or you can just do nothing that's cool too ig.

A is for ALESSO: favourite track?

B is for BALDWIN'S LAMENT: any regrets or things you wish were different about the game/story?

C is for CONTRACTORS: favourite contractor and why?

D is for DLC: favourite DLC you own?

E is for ECMS: favourite stealth/stealth-only heist?

F is for FUUUUUUU: most-hated heist?

G is for GENSEC: favourite pager line?

H is for HEIST: all-time favourite heist?

I is for ILIJA: are you a favours lover or do you prefer the challenge of going in without favours?

J is for JOKERS: dumbest thing/moment about the series?

K is for KILLKILLKILL: favourite/best way to kill cops?

L is for LIVE-ACTION: favourite live-action/web series moment?

M is for MASKS: favourite mask/s?

N is for NO MERCY: hot take/unpopular opinion about the games?

O is for OVERKILL: best/coolest thing you've ever done in-game?

P is for PAYDAY 3: hopes for Payday 3?

Q is for QUIT: what makes you rage/quit?

R is for RESERVOIR DOGS: cross-overs you'd like to see in Payday 3?

S is for STOIC: favourite/most-used perk deck?

T is for TASER: most surprising moment/thing that happened in-game?

U is for UKRAINIAN: favourite Vlad moment?

V is for VILLAIN: favourite baddie and why?

W is for WE CALL THIS A DIFFICULTY TWEAK: preferred/most-played difficulty?

X is for XENODIAGNOSIS: would you want Bain's disease to be curable and why/not?

Y is for YULE: do you typically play seasonal updates and why/why not?

Z is for ZEAL: what makes you excited about Payday and keeps you coming back to play again and again?

#Yado writes #is this a shitpost? who knows #definitely a shitpost #Payday #Payday 2 #Payday 2 Q&A #Yado got bored and made this instead of doing other stuff #I had a headache and it occupied me for a bit #can you tell which letters gave me the biggest struggles?

[crsdo]

#I #II #III #IV #V

[castieltrash1]

on the 1st day of rothmas, castieltrash1 gave to me... holiday decorating with the tim roth characters! (more below the cut xoxo)

⋆ freddy “mr. orange” newandyke (reservoir dogs)

freddy’s place has never really been cohesive, to say the least. you’ve noticed none of his dishes or cutlery match and most of the time his bedsheets and pillowcases are different patterns or colors. besides his blue walls, retro comic book posters, and that stained glass cross by his front door, he doesn’t really ‘decorate.’ as long as his work stuff is easily accessible, everything else just kind of fits wherever. he prefers spending his free time on renovations -- clanky bathroom pipes or a loose kitchen cabinet hinge are more important to him.

that being said, freddy is a traditional christmas decorator. as early december rolls around, he lugs his fake tree out of storage, hangs a wreath on the door, and strings up some lights. most of his ornaments are plain glass bulbs, but he’s collected a few keepsakes over the years! in all honesty, he’s secretly excited to settle down with you and make a home out of someplace (preferably not his messy apartment.) it’s not in the cards just yet, but he knows someday you two -- and maybe some pets or kids if you feel so inclined -- will have a cozier domestic setup where christmas feels less like an obligation and more like a celebration.

“step back and tell me if this shit is straight,” freddy says, jerking his chin up to the string of lights he’s hanging above the door. you hesitate for a moment, not wanting to put the ladder he’s balanced precariously on out of reach in case he falls; a scenario that seems completely likely considering he’s got a nail gun in one hand and a half-smoked cigarette propped between his lips.

you slowly inch backward and… “oh. they’re- uh…” one end is about three inches higher than the other, give or take. “no, they’re good. perfect.”

freddy snorts, a flicker of ash falling to the ground. “i’m a cop, remember? i know when you’re lying.”

⋆ cal lightman (lie to me)

cal has always been your average low-effort christmas decorator. half of his presents are wrapped in a brown paper bag, for christ’s sake. towards the end of his marriage with zoe and shortly following their separation, he put a lot of effort into holidays for emily’s sake, but now that she’s grown, his co-parenting relationship has mellowed, and he’s got you in his life, there’s a lot less pressure for the holidays to be perfect!

he is absolutely going to keep cutting corners, though. why would he wobble on a ladder outside in the cold to hang up lights he’ll have to take down in a month anyway when he can just use those projectors that shine colors all over the house? and sure, he likes ornaments, especially the cheesy hand-made ones emily made in elementary school, but he’s content throwing some tinsel and popcorn strings on a lit-up tree and calling it a day. speaking of trees, they’re one of the few splurges he’s willing to spend his time and money on. he likes the smell and look of real ones, sue him!

“did you even measure the door beforehand?” you ask, barely able to see the top of cal’s head over the massive tree in the way. he’s got one end, you’ve got the other, and emily has disappeared somewhere in the middle of the prickly pine needles.

“it’ll fit!” cal yells back, just as emily crawls out from under the mass of branches, sweat and melting snow glimmering on her forehead. she takes one look at the way you’re straining to pull the top through the front doorway and laughs under her breath, shaking her head.

“twenty bucks says we have to bring it in through the backyard.”

⋆ philip chaney (captives)

when you meet philip, he’s been moved to a short-term facility, so the rules are more lax. it’s still prison so traditional decorating is out of the question, but you two make it work. he doesn’t want to draw unwarranted attention from inmates or cos whose radars he’d rather not be on, so philip sticks to his favorite and the safest way of sprucing up his cell: photographs. bring him pictures of you, your decorations, and your tree during visits and he’ll tape them to his wall or the underside of the top bunk to admire before bed.

on his days out -- after his classes are over and he’s got an hour to blow before the bus arrives --philip loves walking around to see all the christmas lights. it’s freezing, but he never seems to notice, too busy pointing out his favorite decorated buildings and houses. his old contracting and electrical wiring jobs make him a pain in the ass, though, since he never stops scrutinizing the shoddily hung lights or clear fire hazards.

philip flicks the ash of his cigarette, eyes narrowing at the bundle of cords tucked on the side of a building you two always pass; now covered in flashing red, white, and green. your fingertips are freezing off and you can’t tell the smoke of philip’s exhales from your breaths of white air.

“philip.”

“what?” he looks back at you, pointy teeth curling into a knowing grin when you glare. he keeps walking, leading you somewhere warmer, but doesn’t let up. “they’ve got three fuckin’ cords plugged into one bloody outlet.”

⋆ ted the bellhop (four rooms)

ted is kind of like a retail worker -- christmas decorations and music send a chill up his spine. thoughts of working new year’s eve at the mon signor make him lightheaded and the last thing he wants is to bring that home with him. unfortunately, he also gets sad if you two don’t decorate, so it’s a lose-lose situation. he’ll eventually decide that the bellhop’s room remain decoration-free for his sanity, but at home, he needs a little holiday cheer.

don’t let him try any handmade or crafty type decorations. if there’s one thing ted’s bound to do it’s burn himself, start a fire, rip something, trip over something else, electrocute himself, fall off a ladder, and end the night slamming his fists against the floor yelling “why, god, why?!” make it simple and save yourself the headache. give this man some plastic ornaments, battery-powered fairy lights, and a few garlands and he’s set.

as the first few notes of “jingle bells” fill the room, ted’s neck snaps toward your cd player, the color draining from his face. “turn that off. please. now.” you watch in slight amusement as the candy cane in his fist cracks under the pressure of his whitened knuckles.

as you skip the classic tune, ted lets out a comedic sigh of relief, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. “i heard that fifty-seven times last shift, you know!”

⋆ joshua shapira (little odessa)

besides the fact he doesn’t celebrate, joshua isn’t a big decorator to begin with. most of it is out of necessity -- wherever he’s holed up has to stay discreet for safety reasons. the last thing he needs is bright flashing lights pointing potential threats in the right direction. if you two live together or are settling down, he’ll let you decorate inside, regardless of which holiday you celebrate. he’ll tease you, but, as long as it makes you happy and isn’t too overboard, he doesn’t mind.

the few hanukkah pieces he has are heirlooms his mom secretly gave him after he left home. after her passing, they became even more important to him. he keeps them safe all year long and makes sure they -- the menorah, especially -- are proudly displayed by the front door window. he doesn’t have the best memories from home, but lighting the candles has always been one of them.

after reciting the respective blessings, joshua takes the shamash and begins lighting the menorah. you watch as the flames spark, slowly moving from the left to the right with each candle. the reflection flickers in his eyes even after he finishes and steps back, pulling you close.

“it’s beautiful,” you softly murmur, resting your head on his shoulder.

he nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “yeah… it is.”

⋆ guildenstern (rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead)

medieval yule decorations are all about the foliage. guildenstern might not be able to differentiate between most plants and flowers, but he knows a good branch of holly when he sees it. he prefers the celebrations, music, and food more, so he won’t go all out, but he still enjoys being festive. also a big fan of mistletoe for its symbolic protection and the excuse it gives him to kiss you.

if you two spend yule at or near elsinore, you’ll be treated to the castle’s extravagant decorations. the great hall is especially beautiful this time of year with the roaring fire, bright greenery, and intricately embroidered tablecloths made of fine fabric. the church would also likely have trees donned with paper flowers and apples to celebrate!

guildenstern sidles up to you in the great hall, biting into a crisp red apple. the sharp crunch cuts through the music playing and you shoot him a glare. “pray tell, where did thou find that?” the banquet had a variety of feasts, but there wasn’t an identical fruit in sight. the only place you’d seen one was those decorating the church’s oaks and surely guildenstern would never-

“upon a tree outside,” he replies, grinning between chews. “there are more to be found, should thou desire one.”

⋆ david (resurrection)

david doesn’t like celebrations of any kind unless he’s the focal point. he won’t make that obvious at first, of course, but you’ll slowly realize his attitude shifts whenever you bring up the holidays. the more decorations you put up, the more kindnesses he asks of you. it’s a simple trick that gets your brain to associate festivities with sacrifice and discomfort.

if he’s feeling kind or wants to reward you for his own benefit, he’ll let you have a few decorations. it’s important you realize that it’s a privilege bestowed by him, so you’ll be more thankful for it. most of the time, you’ll be responsible for putting the decorations up and taking them down, but he might surprise you in the morning with a few lights or tinsel hung just to hear you praise him.

it’s a simple strand of lights above the door, but it’s the most decorative thing you’ve seen this christmas season. your eyes practically water at how warm and cozy it feels, and david rests his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it softly.

his lips curl into a smirk as he watches the colors dance on your face. “aren’t you grateful, dearest? i did this just for you.”

⋆ colin (meantime)

while colin’s family does decorate for christmas, it’s never been too exciting for him. they can’t afford anything new, so he’s seen the same lights, figurines, and garlands used every year since (and before) he was born. most of the houses near his are the same, too. in the past, he’d cut festive pictures out of magazines, the newspaper, and advertisements on food boxes from the grocery store, but mark teased him relentlessly for it.

visiting you gives colin an excuse to admire your decorations as long as he wants. if you two aren’t together yet, he’ll find a way -- mostly with coxy’s goading -- to offer to help you hang lights or some other mundane task that lets him spend more time with you. he’s quiet during the whole process, but you notice he’s extremely careful, making sure everything is set up exactly how you want it.

“oh, wow!” you stare up at the string of lights dangling from your roof trim with an excited laugh, one that turns into a fearful gasp as you watch colin wobble on the ladder at the sound of your voice. “oh shit.” you quickly grip the metal to steady it, peering up at your flustered friend. “are you okay?”

“i-i…” colin’s face is bright red and you’re not sure how much of it is from the cold. “… didn’t hear you… come out.”

“sorry,” you wince, biting back a frown. you’d gone inside to make some snacks and hadn’t thought twice about making your presence known. “the lights look great, though!” this time, the darkening of his cheeks is an obvious result of your praise, and you nod toward the front door, hoping to get him back inside. “hungry?”

⋆ gerbino de ratta (virgin territory)

safe to say, you won’t be doing a lot of decorating with a plague spread further than you could ever travel. any celebrations you have will be limited to those in gerbino’s closest circles, mainly his men, so it doesn’t matter all that much anyway. at most, he’ll “buy” you some nice gold and pretty candles but everything must remain inside lest it be stolen (again.)

“this is beautiful,” you say, mesmerized by the pristine candleholder gerbino’s brought home. he’s even found a tall beeswax candle to pair with it; already smelling sweet despite not being lit. “where did you get this?”

gerbino’s smirk falters. “never mind that, love,” he quickly replies, guiding you toward the mantel that holds all the other trinkets he’s gifted you. “let’s light it, yes?”

⋆ oswaldo mobray (the hateful eight)

your dearest “english pete” is a big fan of the holidays and all the celebrations that come with it. since you two and the rest of the domingre gang are often on the move, most of your “decorations” are on various stagecoaches and horse reins/saddles. pete, in particular, is a big fan of wreaths and holly but he also sniffles and sneezes with the foliage so close to his sleeping quarters.

pete also loves decorating you. he’ll spend whatever he gets from different heists on soft silks and velvets that you can wear through the cold season. some of it is embroidered, and some are pristine heirlooms stolen from richer folk. you usually manage a good collection by the time the near year rolls around!

“hm… hm… yes, yes, like this,” pete mumbles under his breath, a white puff of air in the cold wind. he fiddles with the new red velvet cape he’s found you, fingers adjusting and readjusting the fabric through his thick leather gloves.

he steps back and you grin, teeth near chattering. “well?”

“quite dashing, if i do say so myself, love.”

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

12 days of rothmas masterlist

#tim roth #reservoir dogs #mr. orange #freddy newandyke #cal lightman #lie to me #four rooms #ted the bellhop #philip chaney #captives #david resurrection #little odessa #joshua shapira #colin meantime #gerbino de ratta #virgin territory #oswaldo mobray #the hateful eight #quentin tarantino #guildenstern #rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead #t: writing #12 days of rothmas

[prpfs]

🧸🤍 hi everyone! 21 f, pst, looking for 18+ writers! i’m just gonna go ahead and make a ton of requests on this one to avoid clogging up the inbox lmao

i’m mostly looking for fandom based rps right now, some with canon characters, some with ocs. the character i would like to play will be in bold!

the hunger games

finnick x annie

coriolanus x lucy gray

(would also maybe like to explore an oc x oc situation for the 25th games?)

stranger things

eddie x chrissy

daisy jones and the six

daisy x billy

karen x graham

house of 1000 corpses/firefly trilogy

baby x otis

bottoms

pj x hazel

dc

harley quinn x riddler (2022)

i also have ocs for some random films, all of which i have very detailed plots for! if anyone would like to play mr. orange from reservoir dogs, max cady from cape fear (1991), or cliff booth from once upon a time… in hollywood, i would be the happiest girl in the world.

i’m also open to oc x oc, either in the universe of a fandom or entirely independent, but i often need to find a plot that really engages me for that! going off of that, i would really adore an oc x oc based on priscilla (2022), with me playing a younger female character similar to priscilla and my partner playing an older male musician similar to elvis.

now for everything else! i’m a writer with around 10 years of experience, i prefer to write on discord using tupperbox, and i like to discuss with prospective partners first to see if we are compatible! i often like to see a writing sample if possible just to make sure we have the same standards and are looking for the same things. i can write anywhere from 2-3 paragraphs to 2-3 full messages on discord (4000-6000 characters) just depending on the scene and the stakes! i consider myself to be pretty active between school and work — i’m often around to chat, and if i’m deeply invested in a plot, i can get multiple replies out daily. i would prefer partners who are also fairly active! also, bonus points if we have multiple shared fandom and can make a multimuse server.

i’m definitely okay with nsfw. i don’t typically venture too deep into taboo or dead dove territory, but some of my plots include those kinds of topics! certain plots may include 🍪 but not to an extreme degree. limits and points of interest will be discussed privately.

thank you all so much for reading! if any of this is of interest to you, please like this post and i’ll send you a message to discuss. 🤍

like if you're interested and op will get back to you

#stranger things rp #thg rp #the hunger games rp #house of 1000 corpses rp #firefly rp #bottoms rp #dc rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #reservoir dogs rp #cape fear 1991 rp #once upon a time in hollywood rp #dead dove

[r0achinfested]

i don’t trust people who don’t strongly prefer and use physical media

something happens to your account etc the country collapses martial law hits zombie apocalypse nuclear war oops you lost all the movies downloaded on your xbox 1

something important to know is if you find a working vhs BUY IT they are going extinct and i am lucky to own a working one and vhs of american beauty princess bride the original night of the living dead reservoir dogs and millions of others but if you don’t have a vhs player it has BEEN time to act

(this also goes for old video game consoles like the ps2, nes, gamecube, atari, etc and their respective old games) my ownership of these will be coveted very soon because of the forced digital switch i have avoided vehemently

if this sounds like doomsday prepping it’s bc it is: i plan to build a shelter when i get my own land, stock up on baby food and canned food, lots of water, filtered air system, airlocked door, i already have a list of people i would allow in and have made rough calculations of supplies needed…

call me crazy or call me prepared 🤷‍♀️

#like how stupid are you!!! #i will have all my games and movies and shit sitting in my room forever #my posts #txt #dvds!! #old video game consoles!!! #cds!! #vinly records!! #usb drives for your digital files to be stored!!! #vhs players!!! #old media #physical copies #important #awareness #traditional media #digital media #doomsday #doomsday preppers

[strrkie-art]

some hcs about aged up!Kokichi Muta in modern au

Kokichi had poor health as a child, he was so weak that he seemed to have lost touch with his body, and he could not feel anything, he thought that this would always be with him

Kokichi inadvertently got a lot of fractures in childhood and was forced to live in a hospital for a long time (at that time he wore a short haircut that did not require care, but he really wanted to grow his hair) + And as a child, Kokichi broke his spine swinging on a swing on a hot summer day. but in the end he was able to recover and start walking again

Kokichi has a wooden decoration (well, this sign on Mechamaru’s forehead) and he doesn’t notice it on his neck at all. Also he doesn’t remember when he got this decoration, but it seems like it was in middle school and it was a desire for him to grow up healthy. Kokichi never believed that this decoration would have any effect on him, but he willingly continued to wear it because of cool design. Muta liked to imagine that he was a forest druid

Kokichi is the only child in the family

In elementary school, he had no friends, he only watched other children on the other side of the window, how they had fun, quarreled, tried to find compromises, later these observations influenced the habit of chasing impressions. his friends were replaced by television programs and books from his parents library, he sat down to books when he got tired of watching TV, most of all he liked to look at small pictures on the pages and look at the street through his father's camera

Kokichi was a child who was often unable to attend school due to health problems. and when he showed up in class, his classmates didn't recognize him or joked something like "wow, it's not your ghost, it turns out you're still alive".

In the school diary of observations, he drew funny sketches with a ballpoint pen, imitating those small pictures from the books of his childhood, and inserted photographs into the corners, which he pasted on the sheets with his own hand

Kokichi has traces of stretch marks on his body, he began to grow sharply in adolescence

Kokichi doesn't like it when someone touches his neck, and he tries to touch this place as little as possible

Kokichi is well versed in skincare cosmetics (he has a dry skin type). he never forgets to take care of his skin, no matter how tired he feels

Kokichi's skin looks deceptively warm because of the light peach shade

Kokichi has a thermosensitive tongue and his teeth hurt on cold and hot food/drinks

Kokichi has crooked canine teeth

Kokichi has a deep voice and he doesn't try to understate it on purpose when he speaks

Kokichi often bumps into something, which is why bruises quickly appear on his skin

Kokichi has a habit of touching the scar on his cheek when he is thinking deeply about something

Kokichi’s hands are always cold

Kokichi ambidexter (he learned to write with his right hand when he broke his left)

Kokichi has thin wrists (I imagine he and Miwa have the same girth and both of his wrists can fit into one hand of Noritoshi) and picking up rings for him is akin to punishment, usually they hold perfectly only on his index and middle fingers

Kokichi has long and angular hands, wide bony palms, long roughened fingers with knobby joints, half conical and half square phalanges

His hair is a little curly so putting bangs in the morning seems like a punishment

Kokichi paints nails

Kokichi has a tattoo on the phalanges of his fingers ‘h o p e l e s s’ , chibi Hatsune Miku on thigh and big tattoo on his back

Kokichi likes to come up with short stories while walking

Kokichi an cinemaddict (from Hello Kitty to Reservoir Dogs by Tarantino)

Kokichi loves his camera and jokingly calls her his girlfriend

Kokichi shot hospitalcore aesthetics, telling others with the help of photographs what kind of atmosphere most often surrounded him as a child (I like to think that he works as a photographer, and after hours he does not takes pictures of people, preferring to shoot liminal spaces)

Kokichi makes short captions to his publications with photos

I imagine Kokichi's room in the aesthetics of cybercore + minimalism (his perception was influenced by the interior of the hospital ward)

Kokichi likes to draw, he has a special wall in room and I dare say that an abstraction with TV interference would have lived much longer than its predecessors

Kokichi likes to come up with pathetic nicknames for his social networks like glitchprince (he was the first because of deliberately bad frames in hospitalcore aesthetics under the glitch filter half of the image) later replaced it with a permanent cybersamurai

Kokichi has about 30k subscribers, he is not very sociable with his audience, but always thanks them for their attention  

Kokichi keeps gifts in a special box even if they are trinkets

Kokichi likes to build Lego, and he has an impressive collection

One day Kokichi saw a cardboard stand with a large mecha in the store (yes, it was almost the same height as himself 185 cm) and even offered the sellers of the video games department to pay for this stand and happily went home with it.

Kokichi carries his favorite childhood toy a plush robot in his backpack and posts stories with him on Instagram

Kokichi loves nature (he likes to walk and look at the amorphous outlines of clouds, lie on a grassy hill, listen to birds singing and the roar of the wind, take random photos blindly without people in the frame

Kokichi attracts animals like a magnet - from yard dogs and birds in the forest to cats in the homes of his friends.

Kokichi doesn't drink alcohol. He and Satoru are only teetotallers at all the parties

Kokichi and Choso would be good buddies who would walk for hours and willingly talk about nature

Sometimes Kokichi spontaneously buys things just because he might like the color

Kokichi loves oversize clothes and wears mostly total black

Kokichi spends money on socks with interesting prints because if he doesn't buy it, he will definitely regret it, because this pair of socks can definitely come in handy

Kokichi has a soft mermaid plaid 

Kokichi is picky about choosing comfortable shoes

Kokichi hates to hurry and when someone hurries him

Constant stress forces him to smoke, although Ichi is trying to cope with it (the pockets of his jackets are stuffed with cheap mints)

Kokichi smokes regular cigarettes, instead of a lighter he uses matches, mechanism of lighters infuriates him

Kokichi wears a bracelet with beads in the form of round pills with letters, likes to collect words from them and shoot the process for insta stories when he wants to relax

Kokichi likes shibari

Kokichi has seen a lot of cringe stories in his life

Kokichi prefers wired headphones to wireless ones, he likes process of untangling wires, he explains this with benefits for fine motor skills

Kokichi as a hobby mounts short films from randomly captured materials on his camera

Kokichi would have succeeded in sound design and could have organically joined the party of experimental music

Kokichi likes playing basketball with Miwa (Noritoshi is taking pictures of them on camera at this time)

Kokichi is friends with Junpei, Toge and Yuuta (he met him at the hospital)

Kokichi is friends with Mai, they met in a photo club in middle school

For other people, Kokichi is a silent, good listener, but at the same time remains cold and harsh in his statements, and with close people he becomes softer and more talkative, especially when he has the strength to do it (it becomes impossible to shut him up)

Kokichi is sure that his jokes are not funny, although I think he could make Noritoshi's cheeks hurt from laughing

#plan to do part 2 I didn't have enough number of characters in this post #kokichi muta #muta kokichi #mechamaru #my beloved son #strrkie hcs #jjk hcs #jujutsu kaisen headcanons

[littlemissvincentvega]

hiii!! I hope you are doing good :) but I was wondering if I could request hcs for white/Larry dating someone who likes to dress vintage(clothes, hair, makeup, etc... the whole package) specifically the 50’s?? Thank you so much lovely and have a great day!!!

hey lovely! yes, i'm okay thanks although a little sick but that's just christmas for you haha. oh i adore this so much though being a vintage gal myself 🥰🥰 so this is really self indulgent for me too 😹

mr. white/larry dimmick with a vintage!reader

the day larry met you he was starstruck simply by your looks. he thought you were a model, somebody famous or some kind of entertainer. he approached you to tell you he loved your style, how beautiful you looked, it really suited you

"it's not something you see every day, but you sure pull it off. do you think i could buy you a drink?"

this man is knowledgable so he knows how you do your hair. he's aware of what pin curling is and admires how you're able to do it and perfectly brush it out

when you're dating, he likes to surprise you with clothes he thinks will fit the vintage vibes

one of the nicest things he's bought for you is a faux fur shawl. it keeps you warm on date nights and looks so elegant. he likes to touch it, neaten it up for you, adjust it depending on what else you're wearing

when he tells the other dogs about you he'll show them a picture he keeps in the inside pocket of his jacket and compare you to an actress from the 50s. it varies depending on your hair colour/style etc, but they're all beautiful!

he has an appreciation for classic movies so stick one on, he'll enjoy it and will probably have already seen it before

you know this man loves when people look twice at you. it happens a lot and makes him feel so lucky that, out of any guy in the world, you fell for him

#reservoir dogs preference #reservoir dogs headcanons #mr white hc #mr white x reader #mr white preference #larry dimmick hc #larry dimmick preference #larry dimmick x reader #reservoir dogs x reader

[imaginesbymk]

RESERVOIR DOGS PREFERENCE

PUTTING (EUPHORIA) MAKEUP ON THEM

Characters: Mr. White (Larry), Mr. Orange (Freddy Newandyke), Mr. Blonde (Vic Vega), Mr. Pink, Mr. Brown + “Nice Guy” Eddie 

Tags: swearing, tarantino characters not appreciating the beauty of makeup ??

Taglist: @locke-writes​ & @aryn-the-bearheart​

A/N: i am currently planning a reservoir dogs/pulp fiction x OC AU fic that's euphoria-themed, but i feel like its just hyper fixation and my untreated adhd will just make me abandon it entirely and bounce back to fixating on HBO war fics :P enjoy and leave a like/reblog/feedback <33 ^.^

( i added links to the makeup looks they have lol! its highlighted so you will see )

━︎ MR. WHITE ( LARRY DIMMICK )

He thinks you're joking, but you're so serious

Mr. White laughs out loud. "C'mon. Don't do that to me, y/n. I'll wear those things the day aliens land and go clubbing in L.A."

One time he's so drunk from the bar that he comes home and gets too curious when he sees you organizing your makeup station. "All right, I'll bite. Make me look like a doll."

He's not sober so he moves too much, and you're struggling.

"Finally done!"

He checks the vanity. You went simple but bold on graphic eyeliner. "Ho-ly shit!" He laughs. "I could pick up women and men at the bar if I went out like this earlier."

━︎ MR. ORANGE ( FREDDY NEWANDYKE )

Freddy has a nice eye shape, so you decide to give him a smokey eye look with glitter tears

He lowkey doesn't mind it, he knows he's good looking so why not add more shine to it?

"Stop moving, Freddy. You'll make me mess up."

He checks the mirror. "How do you come up with this?"

You take a lot of photos of him, and he keeps it on for the whole day that he'll forget that he's wearing makeup

Officer Holdaway from the police department visits him at the apartment with some case files he picked up for him. "What the FUCK happened to you, man?"

━︎ MR. BLONDE ( VIC VEGA )

He thinks it's too girly, and would only appreciate it if it was worn on someone attractive

Mr. Blonde mainly likes red lipstick and loves it when you leave lipstick stains on him

You're actually worried that he'll touch his face too much that it'll ruin his makeup (he touches his face too much)

He's so annoyed that he finally gives in and lets you experiment.

You let him choose the colours on the palette. "I dunno, that one."

He hums when he looks in the mirror. "Yeah. It's cool." He kinda likes it, but he immediately makes you wipe it all off.

━︎ MR. PINK

There is absolutely no way Pink is ever gonna wear makeup, let alone let you put a dab of blush on him

He will literally swat your hand away and try to throw you off the couch when you pounce on his lap with a powder brush in your hand

He's passed out on the couch and you slowly and carefully apply pink liner on him

He wakes up all groggy, annoyed, and confused as to why you're smiling and laughing so devilishly. "What's the fuckin' matter with you?" He goes into the bathroom and looks in the mirror. "Y/N L/N YOU ARE SO DEAD."

━︎ MR. BROWN

Brown will only say yes as long as you don't make him go out in public

"Fine," he huffs. "But I want a Madonna glam."

You agreed because he couldn't stop talking about Like A Virgin the whole day.

As he's watching you look at the eyeshadow palette, you decide on the neon colours for the 80s vibe.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," he says to you.

He keeps bombarding you with questions about the brushes. "There's a whole routine to makeup?! Jesus."

"I guess I do feel kinda pretty," he chuckles to himself in the mirror.

He messes up his makeup because he kept scratching his eyes!!!!

━︎ NICE GUY EDDIE ( EDDIE CABOT )

"No fuckin' way, y/n. Do I look like a lab rat?"

"I promise I'll make it look cool." You bribe him to do it. You'll do extra hours with Dove if he lets you do his makeup.

He's in his office chair and you're sitting cross-legged on his desk, working on his face like an artist with their canvas.

He's sweating and constantly checks the door because anyone can walk in, even Joe or the Dogs, and see him wearing makeup. He would have to crawl into a turtle shell and go into hiding for the rest of his life if his Dad caught him.

"Jesus, are you almost done?"

"Just about done." You put the lid back. "Do you like it?"

He checks the tiny mirror on the wall. "Oh." He nods. "Did you superglue gems on my face?!"

The door opens. Mr. Blonde is standing there, jaw dropped on the floor.

#reservoir dogs preference #reservoir dogs x reader #reservoir dogs #reader insert #preference #mr white x reader #mr orange x reader #mr blonde x reader #mr pink x reader #mr brown x reader #nice guy eddie x reader

[nappingsnuggs]

The Shogun’s Dogs

I wanted to challenge myself to a longfic featuring the lovely shrimp hair man! No other motives here, trust me, I wouldn’t lie~ 

Exploring the 20 years he’s spent by himself in Wano are gonna be a doozy and not just that! Orochi seems to keep on finding obstacles to put into Kyoshiro’s daily life, such as... marriage?? 

Here’s a little snippet of the first chapter, enjoy!

A small candle was lit with a hiss and a tiny flame started eating away at both the air and the darkness of an unfamiliar home. Unlike the dimmed light shining into the spacious room through paper screens and wooden lattices, the new light source illuminated a neatly organized, dark scribe’s desk, untouched by time. A newly crafted piece, transparently lacquered to accentuate the beauty of nature in a distinctly artificial way.

The man sitting before it eyed the piece of craftsmanship with distrusting eyes, as if his success in acquiring the position he now inhabited had been an elaborate ruse to lull him into a false sense of security; as if at any second, the looming darkness would reach its deadly claws out for him and snap his neck. Shaking his head, he pinched the bridge of his nose. There was no room for self-doubt in the path he had chosen.

Dripping some water into an oval stone, he mixed a small reservoir of ink and dipped a brush into it.

Fourteenth day of the fifth month, year one of the Shingetsu period. Concerns: The conflicts occurring at Shōgun Orochi’s parade of this same day. As a means to celebrate the honorable Shōgun Orochi and his accomplishments in developing the military forces of Wano Kuni, a parade was held. During this time, multiple citizens refused to show their respect by bowing down. Duty in its most crucial form demanded the immediate kirisute of the perpetrators and trials to be arranged for the surviving individuals. The honorable Shōgun will personally attend their executions in the following days. Until then, the remaining ones are to be kept in the Rasetsu-chō prison.

With the final brush stroke, his own clutch on his dark blue kimono began to tighten, narrowed eyes fixed on his sash and the katana denting his coat. While any form of disrespect to the Shōgun was to be treated as a crime punishable by death, the thought of the honorable lives he had ended for such trivial causes made his blood boil.

However, the impurity he had brought over himself and the duties he now had to fulfill paled in comparison to the debt he owed, the promise that was made. The bitter lump in his throat might not cease existing due to that reassurance – and he preferred it never shall – but the immense sense of purpose guided him. Their lives had been lost for a reason; the same cause he would continue to follow, regardless of the many dangers all around. After concealing the report in an envelope of rice paper, he held the burning candle over it and sealed it with his new crest’s symbol.

At least, so he thought, silence and quiet have been granted to me here. All he needed to plan and keep a calm head.

In that moment, hurried footsteps arrived before the door of the yakuza boss’ chambers. He could hear the urgency in the way no heed was given to the nightingale floor outside and naturally, an assassin wouldn’t even have gotten this far with such demeanor. His brows knitted together time and time again as the security device made unpleasant chirping noises and he wondered if he would eventually get used to their sound – for better or worse. Rising from the silk pillow he had been kneeling on, he granted the shadow behind the paper door entrance before they had even formally made their presence known.

One of his shatai, the so-called ‘little brothers’ and lowest ranking of his yakuza subordinates fell onto his knees before him with a somewhat bewildered expression. Perhaps the boss should have followed a conventional greeting to avoid such confusion and delay. On the other hand, he found some kind of childlike enjoyment in catching people off-guard.

“Kyoshiro-oyabun!” the man Kyoshiro vaguely remembered to be called Hotaka exclaimed and pressed his forehead to the ground. The shatai’s light grey kimono was slightly tilted at the hem, revealing inked shoulders’ depiction of a blue dragon.

“Say, what is it you wish to tell me with such urgency?” Kyoshiro asked with a calm grin.

“Right! Lordship Orochi the Shōgun is on his way to here! He requested another meeting,” the man nodded, glad to have caught his breath when it mattered.

Another meeting? And not only that, but a meeting in his own residence in Sakyo? Just hours ago, the yakuza boss had visited the Shōgun castle to discuss the rebels’ prosecution, so he had taken it everything of importance had already been settled. While he would love to ask Hotaka for details, he was confident the young man hadn’t been told about them either. Despite his wariness, he remained focused. There was much to be prepared for their guests’ arrival.

“How many are we going to welcome?” Kyoshiro asked, gesturing for Hotaka to follow him outside and down the elevated balcony. The boss was greeted with polite bows of multiple construction workers standing on the scaffolding surrounding this building and the integrated pagoda tower specifically. After all, no one had made an effort to maintain its venerability in years. “Refreshments have to be arranged immediately.”

“No need to worry for the quantity, Kyoshiro-oyabun! According to the messengers, aside from the Shōgun, only two more visitors are looking to speak with you,” aside from the dozens of guards, the yakuza boss thought as they descended multiple flights of stairs. “The latter being chief magistrate Fukurokuju and Lady Miokuri.” Just as Hotaka finished that sentence, they entered a very long room with a high coffered ceiling, supported by many dark pillars and an abundance of free space in the middle. The banquet hall. Many servants were roaming around, already preparing for Orochi’s arrival and the smell of meals being prepared rushed into Kyoshiro’s nose.

But the enticing prospect of a warm meal didn’t draw his attention away. Lady Miokuri? He hadn’t met her in person yet, and while her name had been introduced to him upon starting to work for the Shōgun, all he had heard so far was that talking to her was considered a bad omen among the castle’s administration. It would be useless to consider the alarm bells this ominous information awoke in his mind. After all, he still had to manage his subordinates for the time being. Appearing brooding before them wouldn’t reflect well on them. Instead, he donned a wide grin and swung an arm around Hotaka’s shoulder.

“Lady Miokuri! One of the finest beauties of Wano, what luck! I’ll have to make sure to keep our time spent together in vivid memory,” he chuckled, surprising the smaller man as he suddenly let go again.

“But! But Kyoshiro-oyabun, haven’t you heard?“ The shatai uselessly protested as the servants around him answered his frustration with shrugging shoulders and the sympathetic shaking of their heads. Without waiting another moment, their leader crossed the room towards another roofed porch to the south that encircled the entire ground-floor with even more slender pillars and railings. Together with two extensions of the porch on both far sides of the building, it was situated atop the verge of a steep slope covered in smooth stone slabs. Supported by an elaborate system of wooden constructions, the deep drop towards the city didn’t even register in full.

It granted somewhat of a good view over the Flower Capital – its many colorful rooftops, the roads, market places – and the Shōgun castle close by towards the east. Some of his men, among them many high-ranking officers standing on the porch immediately interrupted their conversations and bowed down to say their greetings and made space for their boss to step through. Kyoshiro exchanged pleasantries with them and basked in the warm sun light for a moment.

“You heard the news, so let’s be on our best behavior,” Kyoshiro frowned, which was met with silent nods of solidarity.

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Soon, the blue-haired yakuza boss was informed their prominent guests were about to arrive. Walking down a flight of stairs underneath a dark, roofed gateway, Kyoshiro observed his subordinates. They were already gathered up in rows sorted by rank and bowed down to the ground when dozens of samurai passed through between them. Right after the group, three dark, lacquered and richly decorated norimono were carried before the stairs leading to the innermost grounds of the premises. Four Horse SMILE users each lowered the portable constructs, from which Orochi was the first to ooze out of. With his usual sinister smile, he greeted the bowing yakuza boss with an absent-minded nod of his unproportionately huge head. Fukurokuju appeared behind the Shōgun like a shadow, making sure to bow politely, if only slightly. Both of them seemed relaxed and without bad news on their minds, but such a sense of security was often misguided in front of self-assured opponents.

“It is to our regret to disturb your peace once more today, Kyoshiro-oyabun,” Fukurokuju began, the nonchalance in his voice clearly showing his dishonesty. “I see it was a good decision to put one of the Kozuki’s old mansions under your care. Maybe this way it can receive a spiritual cleansing as it deserves to.”

“Indeed, priests have already visited,” he smiled as his pompadour cast a distinct shadow over his face. “By no means do we intend to let the generous offer go to waste through negligence.”

Pleased by this answer as if some sort of superstitious fear had been taken off the Shōgun’s shoulders, he eyed the building with a triumphant smile. “I expect nothing less,” his coarse voice croaked. Eyeing Kyoshiro’s sheathed katana, he stepped closer to his personal guard dog, “What about the report?”

Kyoshiro nodded and offered the envelope to Orochi. While it couldn’t technically be counted among his many duties to write down crime reports – which was usually kept for the police force of the Mimawarigumi – he wouldn’t protest as long as it didn’t keep him from more time-sensitive business. “Excellent. You really are always prepared, hm?” Orochi commented, considering the report had originally been due within a couple days. It took no scholar to understand they were still testing his obedience. “I take it, I can count on you for every other similar occasion. Or even better – you will make sure something like this isn’t even thought about. Behead them along with their odoriferous plans! Every last one who dares to disobey.” Some of the servants flinched at the Shōgun’s harsh tone. Before long, the man would talk himself into a manic string of hysterical, but admittedly realistic thoughts again, so the yakuza boss dared to interject.

“Of course, Orochi-sama,” Kyoshiro frowned, as if it went without saying he would do all of the aforementioned in a heartbeat. “It is my greatest duty to serve you.”

Nodding with a somewhat uneasy expression, the Shōgun and his advisor suddenly looked over their shoulders to pass a glance at the commotion going on down the road they had arrived from. Within seconds, the whole path was filled to the brim with servants, each carrying a visibly heavy chest, although they didn’t let it be known through their body language. Kyoshiro’s puzzlement was evident by expression alone, until his widened eyes fell onto the third litter that had yet to open. The sudden shift in his composure didn’t go unnoticed by his visitors and especially Fukurokuju had to hide a smirk behind his sleeve.

In unison, the servants put their respective chests on the ground with so much force, Kyoshiro thought it caused an earthquake for a moment. One of them went up to the third litter and opened its door for a wild, flaming orange hairdo to peak out of it. Only a deep dark brush, resembling a part of the Kurozumi crest managed to restrain them into an oversized bun. Her bangs in contrast, were parted in a zigzag pattern and looked perfectly straightened in an old-fashioned way, just like the duo of loose strands that framed her face and neck. With elegant movements and the help of her servant, the tall, slender woman in a deep red and black Furisode kimono adorned with eight golden rivers climbed out of the norimono. Her sharp gaze, despite partially hidden behind an equally as elaborate fan, seemed to pierce right through him, but quickly fell aside and to the ground just the way societal norms – Orochi’s norms – mandated a woman’s modesty.

Surprised glances of Kyoshiro’s subordinates went around and some of the maids seemed awfully invested in this turn of events. Something he should keep an eye on.

“Since you seem to have understood by now, let’s take this inside, shall we?”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little appetizer! Wanna read the rest? Then head on over to my AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44435581/chapters/111765964

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[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

Hi! I'm Morgan

(Morgz or Martian, if you want)

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I'm 18+, minors preferably DNI. There's nothing explicit to find on this blog, but it makes me uncomfortable

I'm a vet student + free time writer and animator and artist in general.

Sex-repulsed AroAce. Occasionally gay for blorbos from my shows.

On the autistic spectrum, undiagnosed. Very often hyperfocused on blorbos and I don't use the queue... Yeah, it's a hellscape in here, I'm not sorry.

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I love fluff fics, but I can enjoy the odd major character death... If you got whump and hurt/comfort, hit me up, I will devour that shit like a hungry hungry hippo.

My fandoms include but are not limited to: 

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[weaverhawk]

So you have watched Hell Dogs! 👀 Short King Tak x desperate puppy Muro? Thoughts on the ending?

Hi! I would say Toake ended up being my favorite character just of the strength of his backstory and Miyavi's performance and that homoerotic final scene and Tak/Toake was my main takeaway from the movie, but my mutishipper ass is very into Tak/Muro and Toake/Tak/Muro as well. I talked about this a little on my Twitter, but I think Muro's deep hunger and longing for connection and belonging is very exploitable and the chemistry was scorching for all of the ships. (Well, for two of the ships. Toake/Muro needs a little bit of maneuvering into being where I want them, but it's fine, I think their feelings for Tak are more than enough to go on.)

I've slept on it and decided I like the ending! (Assuming you're talking about Tak's ending rather than the flashback coda.) I would definitely have preferred it to lean towards Reservoir Dogs rather than The Merciless, just because I want to see my tragic ships end in death and total loss and destruction, but it is like The Merciless in that I think Tak is pretty much dead and will go forward never being the same and always missing something and that's good enough for me.

(And just to be clear, it's not that I think he made the wrong choices - it's one of those "there is no other version of this story" stories, the writing was on the wall for Tak and Muro and Tak and Toake, even as I wanted to scream at Tak pick him, love him, you can get to keep him - about both. But it just wasn't in the cards. The only thing I'd change would be Emiri's interferance, because then Tak would have gone through with what he was going to do, tying everything together. Dying for and with love, everything else be damned.)

#cw suicide mention #tl;dr if he killed himself it would have been the perfect ending for me personally but oh well #my brain is already spinning with fic scenarios as kez can attest #but none of it is fix-it fic #love a movie that doesn't need to be fixed and can be just canon divergence-d to hell and back instead lol #godotismissingx #ask