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woooyeahbaby · 3 months

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How JJK Men Would React to You Being Stared At

warnings: creepy men staring at you, suggestive things, fem!reader, alcohol consumption (nanami)

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro

a/n: stupid tumblr isn’t letting me put my bat separator image between satoru and the characters list so take this gif i guess? i hate not knowing how tumblr works

Satoru Gojo

satoru could feel that guys eyes on you as soon as he started staring. it wouldn’t be the first time you two were in line and you’d been getting ogled by some random dude, and usually he’d just turn around and stare him in the eyes until the guy backed off. but he decided to have fun with it this time. first, satoru places his hand on your lower back, which isn’t uncommon, so you didn’t question it. he expected the guy to stop staring once he did that, since he’d realize you’re taken, but he didn’t let up. so satoru lowers his glasses slightly with his free hand, then, with the hand on your back, slowly slides it down to your ass. you look up at your boyfriend, confused, then see that his head is turned to look at the man behind you. his bright blue eyes are just burning into the other guys’, and you enjoyed seeing this scare tactic from your boyfriend. you didn’t stop him. the man behind you two stopped staring and went to another line.

Suguru Geto

suguru’s way of showing that you’re his is fairly similar to satoru’s. once again, standing in line at some restaurant, you’re holding suguru’s hand and contemplating your order. your boyfriend, on the other hand, is more focused on the guy behind you, whose eyes have not left your backside since he got there. however, unlike satoru, suguru doesn’t ease into reaching for your ass, he goes straight for it. he gives it a quick squeeze, making you jump slightly and whisper to him, asking what the hell he thinks he’s doing. he nods his head in the direction of the man, not even trying to hide the fact he’s talking about him. so, the both of you look at the guy, who is now turned away as if he wasn’t doing anything. suguru gently places his hands on your hips, guiding you to stand in front of him so nobody other than him can look at that part of you.

Kento Nanami

a silly little work holiday party that allowed a plus one. so, naturally, kento invited you, his girlfriend. what he hadn’t expected was for one of his coworkers to be eyeing you up the whole night. he waited for the perfect opportunity to show that coworker that he shouldn’t be looking at you of all people. you, kento, and that man were standing together, drinking wine and talking about whatever. of course, kento took into account that his coworker was tipsy, but didn’t take it as an excuse for him to be staring at your boobs. somehow, kento finds a way to be more straightforward than the previous two. “is there something wrong with my wife’s breasts?” not only does the question catch both you and his coworker off guard, but the usage of the word wife. of course, you weren’t complaining about that, but the fact you didn’t realize where the man’s eyes were until kento pointed it out made you uncomfortable. he apologized and walked away, embarrassed. kento smiled slightly at you, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before continuing the conversation as if nothing happened.

Toji Fushiguro

toji had a bit of spare money for once, so he thought, what else could he use it for other than taking his woman on a date? certainly not food, supplies for megumi, or anything like that… and that’s exactly what he did! of course, it was no place fancy, just a little ramen place. despite how rundown and messy the place looked, he didn’t necessarily expect some old guy to be ogling you from the next table. so, he took advantage of the quietness of the restaurant — other than the few other people in there talking and some sports game on the old tv — and looked that old man dead in the eye as he asked you; “since we’re eatin’ out tonight, can i eat you out tonight?” with his full voice. absolutely no effort to be quiet. because being discreet about that was the opposite of his goal. he wanted to show that old fart who you belong to. and it seemed to work, since the grey haired man quickly realized toji had been looking at him, which made him finish his food, slap his money on the table, and shuffle the hell out of there. this left toji smirking and you a blushing, embarrassed mess.

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atinystraynstay · 4 months

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My View - Lee Felix

Synopsis: Felix was a hard-working guy. He never thought he would be able to achieve his dreams of being a performer. It was even better that he got to experience this journey with his best friends and his biggest supporter, you, his significant other. That doesn't mean Felix doesn't have his bad days.

"If only you could see things from my perspective right now."

Pairing: Idol! Lee Felix x reader Genre: Angst - frustration from rehearsals, established relationship, comforting Felix, fluff towards the end. (I would seriously go to war for Felix)

Word Count: 2.2k

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Pulling up to the JYP building always filled you with excitement. Every time you step through the front doors, you never knew what was awaiting for me. Part of that was due to the eight rowdy boys who called the building their second home. You often heard them before you saw them.

Felix and you have only been together for a few months now. You were still an unfamiliar face walking around the building, which the boys used to their advantage when they wanted to pull pranks and get into trouble. Well, seven of them were always up for causing chaos. Chris preferred to watch from afar and quickly clean up any messes that popped up before anyone noticed. Such a great leader.

You were easily becoming a part of the Stray Kids family. The younger members looked to you as a shoulder to lean on, someone to give advice. Felix’s hyungs approved because they saw how much joy you brought to their sunshine. You were never shy of showing you affection for Felix, always reminding him of your pride in not just being his partner but watching him do what he loved the most. You helped bring normalcy into their lives where they were just a group of guys in their 20s living their best life. They just happened to have high profile careers.

You, on the other hand, worked in the nonprofit sector. Your job focused on education opportunities for immigrant youth. Ironically, your job occupation is one of the many things Felix found attractive about you. Not only was he captivated by your beauty, but he admired your drive and compassion. It takes a lot from someone to do the work you do, but you made it seem so effortless. It just showed how much you cared.

It was late on a Thursday night. You and your team had been prepping for a fundraising event which was taking much of your attention and energy. Nobody really understands how much goes into a nonprofit until they work in one.

Today was one of the days where you two felt like you were pulled in different directions. Felix has been busy the last few days with dance practices, so you knew he had late nights as well. You two would send texts to each other throughout the day, checking in and supporting each other the best you could. Saturdays were reserved just for the two of you for date nights though, so you were relieved knowing you’d see him soon.

The only thing on your mind was ordering take-out and sleeping. That completely changed though when you got a call from Chan. That's odd. He never called me.

You picked up the phone as you put your keys into the apartment door, about to unlock it. "Hey Chan, what's up?" "Y/n? Are you still at work?" "No, I actually just got back to my apartment. What's going on?" "Come to the studio. Now. It's Felix."

Your heart dropped at the mention of Felix. Your mind began racing through all the possibilities of what could be wrong. Was he injured? Did something happen? Whatever it was, you knew you couldn't waste anymore time. "Y/n?" "Sorry, I'm coming," was all you said.

Just as quick as you unlocked it, you yanked the keys out and slammed the front door shut. Your feet carried you quickly down the steps leading up to your unit and straight to your car in the parking lot. You had this sickening feeling in your gut that something was wrong. Especially by the urgency in Chan's voice. He was not the type of guy to sugarcoat anything.

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By the time you got to the JYP building, Hyunjin was upfront waiting for you. That's not a good sign. You parked your car in the guest parking lot before jumping out with your keys, forgetting about your pursue. All that mattered was how quickly you could get to Felix.

"Hyunjin-ah, what's wrong?" "I don't even know. I was just told to wait up front for you, so I could make sure your car is locked. He's in the practice room."

You tossed your car keys to Hyunjin before you took off running towards the practice room. You noticed that five of the other boys lined up the hallway outside of the room. Chan must be in there with Felix. The sight made your heart drop.

Your heavy breathing and footsteps gained the attention of the five members outside. They both looked concerned yet relieved to see you. You didn't have enough time to ask questions before making your way towards the door. All of their eyes were trained on you.

Very gently, you knocked on the door. You didn't want to cause anymore stress, regardless of what might be happening on the other side of the door.

"Changbin, I know you care, but we just need y/n," Chan shouted out from inside. "Chan, it's y/n. I am here."

Silence filled the hallway as everyone seemed to listen in. You could hear footsteps from the other side of the door. You didn't even know you were holding your breath as your mind spiraled to what could be happening on the other side.

The door opened slowly. It revealed Chan who seemed to be a bit revealed. But looking into his eyes, you knew that there was something wrong.

"Guys, listen, I know we all car about Felix, but he only wants y/n right now," Chan explained. His voice was scarily calm yet also quiet. You were always appreciative that Chan looked out for his members, his brothers, his kids. Especially always looking after Felix.

The rest of the guys nodded their heads. They stepped back to make Sur they weren't overcrowding the doorway. All of them cared for one another, so they would do anything for each other.

Chan slowly opened the door, granting you access. He smiled at you as you swapped positions. You were now inside the room where as he joined the rest of the kids out in the hallway. The door closed behind you which caused you to turn fully towards your beloved.

He was sitting on the floor of the practice room, his head in his hands. Of course, some practices got Felix frustrated. You were always there to comfort him, to help him work through any of the choreography to the best of your ability. He always managed to work through it, seeing those frustrations as motivation. This was different.

It was eerily silent in the room. The only thing you could hear was soft sniffles. Each one causing cracks in your heart.

"Lixie?" You called out. You didn't want to make things worse and startle him. You also were aware maybe that he needed space, so you didn't want to violate any of his personal space.

He picked his head up, looking straight ahead. Your eyes met in the reflection of the mirror. A trail of tears was marked on his cheeks, the light catching the wet trail. His eyes were a bit red, which you weren't sure if it was how long he'd been crying or from his hands pressed into his gorgeous face.

"Y/n."

His eyes didn't leave yours. He needed you.

Without running over, you walked to him. You knew sudden movements would make matters worse. In this room, it was just the two of you. You moved with urgency across the practice floor until you were in front of him.

Once you were in front of him, you took a seat on the floor in front of him. You were sitting criss-crossed, your hands gently reaching out to his. You offered a gentle smile. His hands slipped into yours. It was a start. "What's going on, love?" You asked gently.

Now, you weren't sure if Felix wanted to even talk about what he was dealing with. However, you knew it was better to offer than say nothing at all. Felix always knew he could vent to you whenever, but you still liked to remind him that it was safe to do so. You would wait here all day if need be, if that is what Felix needed.

"I'm not good enough," he murmured.

Your heart shattered hearing his self-doubt. There were times Felix got frustrated because he was just so passionate about performing. This is the only thing that he thought he was meant to do in this life. Sometimes you wondered if he thought back to when he got eliminated during their pre-debut days.

However, you knew how hard Felix has overcome to set that now minor setback. He was one of the most recognizable idols in k-pop, proving that to be true with his impressive vocal range and his impressive dance skills. He was born to be on stage. Yet, that didn't mean he didn't doubt himself.

"What happened?" "Lee Know was showing us new choreography he wanted to learn. It acquires a bit more acrobatics than what we usually do. I thought it would be no problem for me, but-"

You could see tears swelling in his eyes again. Some fell but he tried to quickly blink the rest. Letting go of one hand, you squeezed the other to show you had no intentions of leaving. With your now free hand, you reached forward to gently wipe the tears away that were falling onto his cheeks.

His head gently tilted into your thumb. Taking note, you let your full hand cup his cheek. He sighed at the feeling of the warmth of your palm. You smiled gently to see him responsive to you.

The last thing you would want is for Felix to feel like he is doing this on his own. He had his members, his family supporting you and he also had you. Felix always uplifted you on your worst days, helping to remind you of your self-worth. And you would always do the same. This was one of those moments where you needed to reemphasize your role as his significant other. "But I just can't get it. I can't move my body correctly which makes it feel like I'm not trying hard enough," he murmured. "Like I'm failing. You hear groups coming and going, how things can shift overnight. What if I'm the reason stays don't stay and why Stray Kids becomes just a memory and not a legacy? I don't want to disappoint you or the boys."

For a moment, you remained silent. You already were working through the words to say. While you weren't an idol yourself, you didn't want to invalidate Felix's emotions. You knew that the music industry was brutal and there were a lot of risks involved.

What you did know for sure was just how successful Stray Kids is, how successful he is. He was facing a challenge, like he had before, and he would overcome it. Felix just needed to believe in himself. "Baby boy, this is the first day of learning this choreography. It's not going to be perfect no matter how much you wish it was," you sighed. It was the truth. It was frustrating, yes, but it required practice. "I know for a fact though that the boys would never allow you to fail. Maybe you can keep practicing with Lee Know, or maybe you guys change the choreography. The guys will never let you feel like you fail because you guys are one team which means that you help each other out."

Felix nodded his head gently. He was slowly starting to accept his words but he couldn't quite ignore his personal demons yet. That is where you come in. You weren't going to leave his side until your sunshine returned.

"I don't want to disappoint you either." "Felix, love, that is impossible. You are my life, my love. I am impressed simply by your existence."

He raised an eyebrow at you, confused yet encouraging you to continue speaking. You gladly will praise him as much as he needs to hear, or how much anyone was willing to listen.

"I have never met someone as compassionate as you. Even when you are tired, you go out of your way to show your appreciation not just to your fans, to stay, but to the members, your family, and even me. You always are there to lend a helping hand because you care about everyone else sometimes before yourself. It is true you radiate sunshine because you capture everyone's attention, you can make everyone smile just by being in the same room as you."

For the first time since entering the dance studio, he smiled. His forehead leaned forward until he pressed against yours. You smiled up at him, just happy to see him feeling the slightest bit better.

"I am so lucky to have you even when I'm silly and can't regulate my emotions." "Felix, it's normal to feel frustrated. You know better than anyone that I get that way too. But that's why I'm here. I'm here to support you on your best days, your worst days, and the days in between."

You pulled back gently from him. You tilted your head up until your lips pressed against his forehead lingeringly. At the acton, he could feel his ears turn red but also his smile grow. His eyes fluttered shut, just to take in the moment.

He was the luckiest guy in the world to have you, and you felt like you were even luckier.

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 5 months

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you once said that the ZK do not allow the canonical Zuko to show real, sometimes ugly signs of trauma. can you write more about this? because that's what I always felt when I came across their terrible takes, but I couldn't express it.

Gladly! But first, I need to mention the sign of trauma that Zuko usually lacks - and that, for some reason, the fandom insists defines his character:

Fear

Don't get wrong, I'm not saying Zuko never experienced fear. We all saw that poor boy on his knees, crying, begging his father not to hurt him.

But in "Zuko Alone" we also see 10-year-old Zuko get bitter that only his younger sister was expected to show off her firebending skills, and deciding that he would go against his father and demonstrate his own skills to the Fire Lord - that despite the fact that he knew Azula was better at it than he was. Even when it goes wrong, he is upset, but doesn't look afraid of the consequences.

That same episode shows Azula mocking him for playing with knives despite not even being good at it, and even though the fandom insists she was his worst fear ever since he was a child, Zuko responds with a "Put an apple on your head and we'll see how good I am." That little guy has exactly zero chill.

Let's not forget why he was banished either: Despite being considered too young to be in that war meeting, Zuko demanded to be there, eventually got his way, and despite having been told not to say anything, the second he hears a general suggest using their own men as "fresh meat" to lure the enemy, Zuko speaks out against it. And at the start of the Agni Kai, he looked 100% ready to fight a grown ass man with battle experience - until he saw it was his father/Fire Lord.

Let's not forget his Agni Kai with Zhao, which was his idea and that he actually won - and before that, he openly calls Ozai a fool, to which Zhao points out that banishment clearly not teach Zuko to watch his mouth. Or the time he openly challenged Azula in Ba Sing Se and they only didn't fight then and there because Azula knew she'd have the advantage by using the Dai Li. Hell, at the start of that very season, after she tried to lure him to a trap, Zuko's first reaction is to charge at her, fire-daggers in hand. That boy is the definition of "Fuck around and find out."

He has also done things like choosing to save his uncle from earthbenders instead of chasing Aang, crossing a blockade and going into actual Fire Nation territory even though he legally is no longer allowed to do that, and helped rescue Aang from Zhao as the Blue Spirit. It shows us that Zuko doesn't have an issue with temporarely deviating from his mission because of something HE deems important even though his father doesn't, openly disregarding Ozai's orders, and even basically saying "My father will have the Avatar as a prisoner only if I'm the one to capture him"

And, of course, on the day of the eclipse, Zuko grabs his swords and directly threatens Ozai, telling that bastard to sit the fuck down, shut up, and listen to his list of reasons why he sucks as a parent, ruler and person.

Zuko is brave. Unbelievably so. He is fierce, proud, and impulsive to the point of getting himself in situations that he should have known would not go his way (like fighting a waterbender in the snow, in the full moon) because he is very much a "act first, think later" kind of guy. So the fandom's insistence that he is constantly paralyzed by fear is a gross over-simplification of how his trauma affects him.

We only see him genuinely afraid of Ozai twice. During the Agni Kai itself, and then again when he WANTS to speak out against his father's plan to burn the Earth Kingdom to the ground, but can't bring himself to because he remembers what happened last time he spoke out against that kind of horrible thing during a war meeting, at that very room. It took something THAT triggering to make him cower before a challenge.

However, fear wasn't the only reason why didn't speak out during that moment, and that takes us to the first "ugly" sign of trauma that the fandom as a whole likes to pretend Zuko wasn't repeatedly shown to experience:

"My father is right about me, actually"

Zuko doesn't think Ozai was wrong to disfigure and banish him. How could he? Nobody in that entire room stood up to at least try to support him, not even his uncle - who also once said "Why would your father have banished you if he didn't care about you?" because, surprise surprise, nobody in that family knows how to help someone through trauma because they're all dealing with their own shit. Even his crew, who WAS sympathetic to him after finding out how he got that scar, were still 100% willing to not only support Ozai, but risk their lives for him.

Zuko isn't just trying to heal from abuse, he is trying to heal from victim-blaming, and to go against YEARS of indoctrination that say the Fire Lord can do no wrong. That's part of why it was so difficult for Iroh and others to help him: Zuko didn't believe that he needed or deserved help.

And that is also one of his three major unhealthy coping mechanisms. Claiming that HE needs to prove himself to Ozai, that HE needs to make up for HIS mistakes, not the other way around.

It might seem strange that this could be a way to cope, but look at it this way: If it WAS his fault instead of Ozai's, then that means his dad is not an unfair, abusive piece of shit that is unbelievably cruel and impossible to please. Zuko just needs to accomplish this mission of capturing the Avatar and everything will be fine, they'll be a normal family again, and he won't have to be afraid of someone he thought he could trust.

It was like Iroh said: Things are never going to be the same ever agin, but the Avatar gives Zuko HOPE. And that hope that his abuser will one day have a change of heart and be a loving father to him again is both what allows Zuko not to give into despair - and what keeps him trapped in that awful situation.

Misplaced Anger

Another "unpleasant" sign of trauma that Zuko has is how he clearly has an anger problem. Sure, he's a moody teenager with a short fuse, but we see over and over again that he tends to blow things way out of proportion, and that when faced a fact or opinion he doesn't like, he is quick to lash out at someone with VERY cruel words (see him calling Iroh a lazy, shallow, jealous old man in "Avatar State", or calling him crazy and saying if he wasn't in prison, he'd be sleeping in a gutter in "The Headband").

Through the entire show, many people faced Zuko's wrath - Iroh, Aang and friends, his crew, Azula, innocent people of the Earth Kingdom, Mai, Ty Lee, that one rando that talked to Mai, and even Zuko himself.

The one person that usually escapes said wrath is, ironically, Ozai. In "Zuko Alone" he refuses to believe his father would ever be capable of harming him, in "Avatar State" he snaps at Iroh for doubting that Ozai really changed his mind about the whole banishment thing.

He is mad at Aang for being too difficult to capture, and at Zhao for stealing his one chance to come home. He never stops to question if it's fair that his father had him chase someone that was presumed dead, aka an impossible task, as the condition to bring him home. He also never addresses how he feels about the reason WHY said banishment happened until the Day Of Black Sun.

He is mad at Azula for lying to him and trying to take him home as a prisoner. He never gets mad at his father for not only wanting to lock him away forever because ZHAO screwed up at the North Pole, nor how messed up it was that he put Azula in charge of said mission.

For fuck's sake, in the day of the eclipse, we find out that Zuko legit believed his mother was DEAD - and the entire circumstance was shady as hell and put Ozai in a very bad light. Yet Zuko still wanted his love, still wanted to be a "worthy" son.

He HAS to direct his anger at other people, otherwise he'll realize that no, his father, the adult that was meant to care for him, is a complete monster.

Everytime Zuko lashes out at other people before confronting Ozai, he's basically acting like someone who is drowning and, in a panic, is trying to pull the nearest person under so he can try to breathe. It is one of the most accurate and honest representations of trauma and abuse, and it makes me SO mad when people erase it in their fics because "poor, innocent, helpless turtleduck that can do no wrong" makes Zuko look like less of a dick - and also completely strips him of his agency.

And that isn't even the thing that fans ignore the most. That "honor" goes to the simple fact that Zuko, as expected of a child raised to believe the Fire Lord can do no wrong, decided that Azula had the right idea and that the best way to avoid being a victim again was...

Copying His Abuser

Zuko has REPEATEDLY let his "inner Ozai" out through the show.

He is all manipulative by not letting the pirates know he was chasing the Avatar who was worth A LOT more than the scrowl they'd get as a reward for helping him, and by using Katara's necklace as a way to try and get her to say where Aang was.

He repeatedly steals stuff from innocent people (including some who helped him, like Song) because, in his own words "These people should just be giving stuff to us" - aka he's very much an entitled prince.

He betrays his uncle by joining Azula in Ba Sing Se, leading to Iroh being thrown in prison. He also doesn't give a shit when Katara says "I thought you had changed!" and he sends a freaking assassin after the Gaang. Even him refusing to tell Azula that there was a chance Aang could still be alive works both as a "Zuko doesn't trust Azula to not use that against him, and for good reason" and "Zuko did not even stop to think that, since Azula was the one who killed Aang, him coming back also puts HER in danger, because he's too focused on his own problems to notice anybody else's."

More importantly, he rejected a chance of a ceasefire with the Gaang three times (The Blue Spirit, The Chase, Crossroads of Destiny), much like Ozai refused his shot at ending the war in the finale before his battle with Aang, and not only did he challenge Zhao to an Agni Kai and seriously consider burning him, he also threatened one of his crewmen by saying he'd "teach him respect" - which we found out later that episode was what Ozai right before disfiguring poor Zuko.

For fuck's sake, Ozai was literally designed to look like an older Zuko. One without a scar, one that was never banished, one that never had to see first-hand all the death and suffering war brings and reflect on the role he plays in it.

Finally, we have the war meetings in "Nightmares And Daydreams", in which Zuko doesn't speak out against his father's completely inhumane plans to deal with the Earth Kingdom. When talking about it with Mai, he says "I was the perfect prince, the son my father wanted. But I wasn't me."

That is the turning point for Zuko for a reason. It's him finally being forced to acknowledge that, to become Ozai's ideal son, to earn his (conditional) love, to not be his victim he has to be just as bad as he is, just as cruel, just as unfair - and we see in Azula's breakdown how Zuko likely would have ended up if he accepted that path.

But he didn't, and that was not easy because even though it was the morally correct choice, it'd require him to sacrifice everything - his title as a prince, his right to be in the Fire Nation, his relationship with Mai, his (extremelly complicated, sometimes good, often awful) bond with Azula, the "easy" way to get literally anything he wanted at everyone else's expense, and, of course, accept that his father was never going to love him, was never going to change, and was never going to feel sorry for abusing him.

Erasing such a central conflict of his character for the sake of denying he ever did anything wrong is, ironically, removing one of Zuko's most noble character traits: his inability to just live with himself after doing something horrible. There's a reason he is in deep conflict even after getting everything he wanted after the fall of Ba Sing Se - he knows he doesn't deserve it after what he's done.

If you ignore his mistakes and the horrible consequences it had for other people, you also ignore Zuko's growth. This puts him more in the position of a good guy being held hostage by the evil villain, not of a troubled child that redeems himself as he matures.

No flaws, no mistakes, no growth, no arc.

Trauma Doesn't Just Go Away

This one is, by far, the bad trope regarding Zuko's trauma that Zutarians are the most guilt of: assuming that if he just gets enough comforting hugs (mainly from Katara), all of his inner turmoil will suddenly be healed. No more sadness, no more fear, no more of the ugly traits they never acknowledge in the first place. Just a happy, fully recovered Zuko.

But that's just not how these things work. Having the support of a loved one helps victims feel better, but it won't magically make everything okay. Trauma is a really difficult thing to handle. There's good days, bad days, relapses, bad habits that are difficult to move past from. And not only are there cases in which people take YEARS to recover, there are also cases in which they never fully heal, and instead just learn to live with that burden that is still very much present.

I understand the desire to show in fics and headcanons that Zuko will eventually be fully healed and happy, but the way Zutarians make Katara act as not just his girlfriend, but as basically his therapist that needs to find miracle solutions for every single one of his problems, comfort him whenever any minor inconvenience happens until he's gotten enough hugs to be magically okay doesn't just reveal how hypocritical they are, since they insist Kataang is about Katara being Aang's girlfriend/mom/baby-sitter, but also that they legit do not understand a damn thing about trauma and how it works.

Which takes me to:

How Mai Actually Did Right By Zuko

Poor, poor Mai. She gets blamed for "bring out the worst in Zuko", for not being "supportive", for being too cold and unemotional, for not "seeing the real him" - yet she's one of the characters that CONSISTENLY help put Zuko back on his track.

She offers him emotional support and lots of signs of affection over and over again - telling him not worry when they're arriving at the Fire Nation, pointing out she doesn't hate him when she says she's beautiful when she hates the world, explicitly saying she cares about him in The Beach, being incredibly sweet and loving to him during all of Nightmares and Daydreams, and then again in the finale by helping him get dressed up and acting all cute as they get back together.

But she also holds him accountable when he screws up. She doesn't let him use his difficult life as an excuse to be a jerk and calls him out when he's being unreasonable, or when she feels mistreated/like he's making a mistake (see The Beach and Boiling Rock Part 2).

But since the fandom loves to completely erase Zuko's mistakes AND to not let go of a stupid ship war, this completely changes the context, making Mai out to be this awful, bitchy girlfriend, when in reality, she did a great job handling Zuko - sometimes even better than the fan favorite and mentor figure Zuko had through most of his arc.

Uncle Iroh Fucked Up

Before all of you try to kill me, let me make one thing clear here: I love Uncle Iroh. He is one of the most awesome characters in the show, and I fully believe he was trying his best to help Zuko.

But he is still a human being that makes mistakes, and he was raised in the same dysfunctional family Zuko was, meaning he often had NO IDEA how to handle his deeply traumatized teenage nephew/son.

Him spending all of book 1 trying to help Zuko capture Aang so he could go back to living with the guy that disfigured him is already bad enough, but we also have the episode "Avatar State" in which Iroh asks "Why would your father banish you if he didn't care about you?"

Obviously he only did these things because he didn't want Zuko give into despair and depression - but he is still, at best, ignoring the issue, and at worst actively making excuses for Ozai's abuse of his own son. This backfires on him spectacularly, as Zuko sides with Azula over him both in the first and last episode of the season specifically because he believes that appeasing Ozai is the right thing to do, as he was only banished "for his own good."

But THE biggest mistake Iroh made when it came to helping Zuko was his refusal to accept that no, Zuko was never going to be happy by living a quiet, simple life in Ba Sing Se - even after Zuko explicitly said as much to his face.

Obviously, to some extent, Iroh HAS to make Zuko accept that he won't ever be able to come back home after Ozai literally ordered Azula to capture him, but he could have tried to find some kind of middle ground with Zuko, since being a waiter clearly wasn't making him happy.

"Oh, but what about how Zuko started acting after his metamorphosis? He was so happy about working on the tea-shop with his uncle, and that was supposed to reveal his true self!"

Yes, it was supposed to do that. But we saw how Zuko acted after actually dealing with his trauma and redeeming himself. He was obviously in a much healthier place, both mentally and spiritually, but he was still moody, still sarcastic, still as proud as ever, and even Iroh recognized that he was meant to be Fire Lord.

Zuko's arc has a lot to do with identity, with how he sees himself. At that point, the only thing he still had in life was his uncle - so he was acting like him, because there seemed to be no other role model, no other path. Seeing that weird, cheery, relaxed, always-seeing-the-good-side-of-things version of Zuko was honestly unnerving.

And Iroh thought that Zuko basically giving himself the Lake Laogai treatment was okay because he following in his footsteps, doing what helped IROH heal and change - he didn't realize it was never gonna be able to do the same for Zuko.

The very second Azula shows up, even when she's being hostile, Zuko drops the facade, because she's a reminder of both his old life and what he thought his future would be. And when she offers him "redemption" Iroh tried to advice Zuko against joining her by saying "The redemption she offers is not for you" (as in not for someone who is doing better and doesn't need to return to the Fire Nation) and "It's time for you to choose. It's time for you to choose good." How is it a choice if Iroh is explicitly saying which option Zuko cannot pick, essentially making the decision for him?

Iroh didn't just get the way to help Zuko wrong - he didn't realize his nephew didn't believe he needed help. They were not on the same page at all, and that contribuited to Zuko betraying him.

Though, thankfully, it ended up being for the best, as Zuko found his own way to redemption by himself.

Conclusion

This fandom as a whole tends to not understand Zuko at all and just eat up a bunch of fanon while pretending to be so intellectual, which I very much resent it for.

#anti zutara #pro maiko #pro mai #zuko is not an awkward turtleduck

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sporesgalaxy · 5 months

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grips your shoulders really tight. we all understand that Germa 66 embraces Fascist gender roles right. We all get that yeah? And it's important because it was one of the earliest things established about Germa & its royal family?

And yes, the issue with Sanji's chivalry is that some acts of chivalry are historically rooted in the assumption of male superiority.

But One Piece goes out of its way to show that Sanji isn't refusing to fight women because he thinks he has an unfair advantage. He respects the power of his female crewmates and allies.

Which seems nonsensical until we learn that Sanji's attachment to chivalry, and particularly refusing to hit women, is rooted in his love for Zeff.

To Sanji, refusing to hit women isn't a reinforcement of male superiority. It's a symbol of his bond with Zeff-- of Zeff's willingness to take responsibility for Sanji where Judge chose to neglect and abuse him for things beyond Sanji's control.

From a Doylist perspective, this can sound a little contrived on paper. But it makes perfect emotional sense to me. I've gone into a lot of detail here, but fundamentally Sanji is just unquestioningly emotionally attached to an outdated cultural ritual because of something his adoptive dad said that meant a lot to him. That's really not so complicated!

NOW. BACK TO THE FASCISM.

What we DON'T see as directly stated as "men speak with their fists," is the complimentary implication that Germa 66 also enforces fascist gender norms upon women, to some extent.

Sure, Reiju has a raid suit like her brothers and apparently goes into battle with them. But the subservient gender dynamic is still present in Reiju's genetically engineered inability to disobey her Father's orders.

Her designated number being 0 also signals inferiority to her brothers. Despite being firstborn and having many of the same supernatural abilities as her brothers, she is not a male heir and therefore doesn't count.

Sanji's mother's near-complete lack of control over her children being genetically altered, as well as her lack of control over how they were raised, further implies a STEEP and distinctly fascist-adherent gender inequality in Germa 66.

All this to say, Sanji's resulting crossed wires and strong opinions about gender are hilarious when you really understand them.

He feels strongly about placing women on a pedestal because the people who abused him considered women lesser beings, because the women in his early life did not abuse him, and because his adoptive dad said something meaningful to him right after reguegitating some unquestioned gender role stuff.

He feels strongly about being gruff and combative towards men because he was emasculated by his male abusers for being unable to fight, and because he was adopted by a ruffian chef who put on a gruff, combative front while communicating love through acts of service.

Maybe the superficial harshness was familiar enough for Zeff's kindness to feel more believable. Maybe putting on the same harsh act made it less nerve-wracking for Sanji to do the kind things he spent so long being punished for.

I don't remember where I originally planned to go with this post. I like Sanji. His relationship to gender is a fucking hilarious mess, which I can relate to. Hi Sanji. Throws him into the ocean

#1pc #1pc lb #1pc discussion #adddna

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morgana-ren · 10 months

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Why do you think Bailey has such regret/panic after he fucks the PC?

I think that ultimately, there's a few reasons why that is.

For starters, Bailey has cultivated a 'no bullshit, no excuses' atmosphere in his orphanage. You have a set date he expects payment, and if you don't have it, you pay another way-- he extracts value from you, one way or another. However, that doesn't mean what one might think it would mean in a devious concept (at least not regarding Bailey himself.)

We know Bailey has some sort of miserable past likely mirroring your own. The only thing that seems to shake him is that attic. It alludes to the fact that he may have grown up in the orphanage, or maybe before he bought it, it was something different and darker entirely.

The way he seems to have gotten over it is by separating himself entirely from any form of sentimental or gentle emotion. Like poof, gone. Not a fucking ounce of humanity left in that man. Not one. He found a goal, and he sticks to it steadfast. That goal is to-- more or less, anyways-- to never be vulnerable again. The town he lives in is sick, and it's wrong. Something is going on in this place that makes people exceptionally more licentious; more rotten. Dark desires that most people would never even conceive of entertaining are rather commonplace here. In more ways than one, they have everyone-- victims and perpetrators-- by the balls.

One way to crawl your way to the top would be to remove yourself from that situation-- and then take advantage of it. If you're not looking at anyone as a potential victim of your lust, but rather purely as a paycheck, it removes a lot of the complications. The town still has a facade of law and order, as we can see if you frame Leighton, or just allow Briar to get raided, the cops at least pretend to do their jobs when confronted with cold, hard evidence.

Bailey has avoided this outcome because, plain and simply, he doesn't indulge. Doesn't even consider it. He doesn't take advantage of his charges in the way one might expect. In the way that Leighton does, or the way that most of the people in this perfidious town do-- with pure, unadulterated lust and base desire.

Bailey is all about the paycheck, which has the double advantage of making him rich, and riding him under the radar. Both of these things, when coupled with his raw power, leave him relatively untouchable.

Let's examine what sleeping with the PC means knowing all of this.

Well, having sex is in and of itself a vulnerability. Especially in the way it's instigated with him. It's actually sort of brilliant: it literally breaks every single rule he has. Even the unspoken ones.

He shows humanity in being seduced. It reveals a weakness, both to him and to someone who could potentially take advantage of it. It shows that he very much does suffer from base human desire to the point where it's actually boiling over from his repression.

And how you seduce him has him breaking his very strict rules on payment.

No mercy, and no leniency. That's what one can usually expect from Bailey. No amount of batting your eyes and pouting your lips at him will get you what you want. It might work for everyone else in this shithole, but not him.

....Except it does.

In fact, it works so unbelievably well, that he pounces. Literally.

He loses all sense in that moment. Just goes right out the goddamned window. You ask him for a little extension on the payment, which should be an automatic 'no' without even thinking-- except he makes the mistake of looking at you when normally, he probably wouldn't. He would just keep his nose in his paperwork and point wordlessly to the door.

(This shows a pique of attention when it comes to the PC themselves. He seems to indulge them a little more than he would anyone else, which you see on several occasions.)

The PC doesn't even technically outright ask for anything. Just puts on a little show in the most minor sense, and Bailey straight up loses his mind. Shoves you to the floor and crawls on top of you right there, tearing at your clothes and trying to get his cock in you as quickly as physically possible.

Desperation. That's the word for it.

He breaks his most iron rule and pretty much every other one in one swift motion (or several, lmao) and he loses from it-- at least how he tries to view things.

He has to honor his word. You help up your unspoken part of the bargain, and while he is a complete bastard, he's not a scumbag. You get your damn extension.

And then there's the matter of the power you have over him, and know you have over him now. Lusting for someone is, in the most base sense, them having a form of power over you. You want something from them, and whether you'd like it to or not, that impairs your judgment regarding them. He wants to be seen as this iron-willed monster. Unbreakable and unmovable. Not even human.

But his grunting and panting and hissing over you shows that he is all too human for his own liking. Because not only did he give in to his lust, but he enjoyed it. Enjoys it so much that even if you ask him to stop, and take it all back, he won't. He'll keep fucking you even if you beg him to stop and try to beat him away, which shows that he is just like everyone else in this fucking town.

Even he has a weakness.

Bailey doesn't casually have sex just to have it. You'll never see him at the brothel, and he never touches any of his charges, or anyone else for that matter. That puts a weight of importance on sex to him, whether he means it to or not. That means there's something so special about you that he indulges.

That's where the regret stems from. It breaks his own mental image of himself. It breaks every one of his rules. Everything he bases himself on and spent years building crumbles beneath your touch. It shows him that he's weaker than he thought he was, and all because of, what is to him, the whining and mewling of an orphan girl he's supposed to be 'taking care of.'

I imagine that's why he turns colder afterwards. He cannot risk that happening again. Can't risk you worming your way into his heart the way you manage to do with everyone else. You'd ruin everything because you let him ruin you.

He owns you, and you're his property. If he thinks too long on that, he might start getting ideas.

And he can't have that.

#degrees of lewdity #bailey the caretaker #dol bailey #fuck this dynamic is so good god please someone make a mod #or teach me how #It doesn't have to be some lovey dovey bullshit but god let me ruminate on the love/hate/lust dynamic

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◈ Love Me, Kidnap Me, and Love Me More ◈

Yandere! OC Karma x Calculative! Gender Neutral! MC

VER EN ESPAÑOL. MUY PRONTO

Synopsis: You put blood, sweat, and tears into your work. Little did you know, your secret admirer, Marka does it too.

Content warning: Yandere and literally anything that goes with it, violence, hypnosis (not on reader), drugs (implication), and yes there will be a Part 2

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Scores, talents, personas.

THESE are the factors that classify the education system. Although not immaculate, it serves its purpose - to send vulnerable people into the workforce, and devour them whole. Their livelihoods, their time, and the minuscule bits of energy left inside of them.

But there are some who are born with advantages, and some who have to work their ass off for it.

I, unfortunately, have the latter. Things don’t come easy, instant, or perfect. I am actually quite idle, I enjoy the freedom of gaining knowledge and insight. Uniquely, tried and tested knowledge that is critical for survival.

And that, is how I manage my late nights. By listening to “Advice to Survive” with its host, McGregory Callahan.

Back in the 60s, he was a CWO-4 Navy Seal officer, a rank given to an exclusive few. And now that he’s retired, he humbly shares his advice to the community, and showcases guests every now and then to keep the show alive. But majority prefers to listen to his voice, which I strongly agree with.

“And so, ladies and gents…” His voice was smooth and husky. “It’s time to sign off, folks. Stay safe, and always remember…” I chuckled, saying his closing lines with him.

“Live, not die, and try to survive. Thanks everyone.”

As the radio chipped off, the sun poured its rays into my window, as if the heat wasn’t enough. I groaned, my eyes leading me to my collection of “wake-up” capsules. Tempted, and deceived, I slithered my way over to it, dropping another 2 or 3 in my mouth.

I grumbled. Regret seeped into my veins, my body woozy and tense. Once again, I stayed up.

And of course, it happened to be a Monday morning; where I had a morning class. “Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw.” I began stuffing my bag with my utensils, paperwork, snacks. I could never get used to this shit. “I hope nobody pisses me off for the rest of the day.”

◈

“The bell. Ugh, the damn bell. Never have I wanted to smash that thing into pieces.” You could barely make out the crowd, more or less. Not even your best friend’s face.

“Wait. You had a rough night…again?” Heidi glared, her eyes were practically glowing with concern.

“Maaaaaaybe.” You slurred, taking baby steps to your seat. “Good thing my seat mate is a quiet kid.”

Speak of the devil, Marka entered the room, his footfalls silent as he strolled to your direction. His timing was impeccable.

“Good morning, Marka.” You mumbled, your eyes not meeting his. Besides, there were no eyes thanks to his bangs.

“Heh…” In response, Marka gave an exciting grin, happily waving a good morning back to you. How he could be energized on a Monday morning, was a complete mystery to you.

Actually, a lot of him is shrouded in mystery. Or rather, in suspicion.

Other than the weird name, Marka was supposedly from the countryside of Honduras, Tegucigalpa. His parents were also from Honduras, and he worked as a pizza delivery driver, and stayed at a friend’s apartment for shelter, with the purpose of redoing college thrice to get a degree. While some of this is true, some of it didn’t add up.

For example, his idioms. Sometimes he would say “Puchica” , “Chero”, “Chivo” - and when I looked them all up, the common denominator was El Salvador. He said his parents came from Honduras, so how can this be true?

“[Y/N].”

Then him, being the pizza delivery driver. You don’t often order pizza, but you’ve never thought that pizza could smell so shitty. You could remember him rushing to one of your afternoon classes, and instead of smelling like oil and grease, he smelt like weed. What the fuck???

“Hello? [Y/N]?”

Plus, the fact that he is redoing the course a third time. And yet, every single exam he is perfectly scoring an average mark. He also ends before everyone else, as if he has all the time in the world.

That’s not normal.

Though you’ve never confronted Marka about this, you preferred to remain silent. Times are harsh, and you weren’t willing to stretch out a hand when you could barely help yourself.

But there is NO way that you’re befriending someone as suspicious as him.

“[Y/N]!!!” Heidi whisper-shouted, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“[Y/N], please answer-“ Mr. Dimmy paused, clearing his throat. “Actually. On second thought, please see me after class. Thank you.”

You bit my lip, letting it bleed. Fuck. You spaced out again.

“Sir I-“

“No buts, no coconuts.”

While cursing yourself internally, you decided to take out your vent book out of your bag, only to be stopped by Mr. Dimmy once more.

“[Y/N]. Can you please answer the question on the board for me, please?”

Shit, you just opened your bag.

“Give me a moment-“

“[Y/N].”

Clenching your fists, you gave a plastic smile. It was understandable where he was coming from, since he didn’t want his star pupil to daydream for the second time.

“My bad, Sir. Hopefully I’ll get this right.”

As you were busy solving the equation, Marka decided to do you a favor and close up your bag. So by the time you came back, Marka grinned, hoping for a thanks to come out of it. But you decided to ignore the kind gesture, continuing to pay attention to the board. You had enough attention for one day.

◈

If there was one thing you loved, it was clocks. It was nice to know how the time passed, whether it was rapid or abnormally slow. And of course, it was slow.

“[Y/N], this has happened on multiple occasions.” Mr. Dimmy rubbed his temples, exhausted from having the same conversation with you. “We, as staff, made it clear that you can take days off.”

“I’m very sorry Sir, but I can’t do that-“

“[Y/N], enough with the excuses. You are not enough getting enough sleep, and it’s affecting your concentration.”

Scores, talents, personas: nothing on this conversation applied to that. Kindness was a pain in the ass.

“And so, I’m going to ask the dean to personally give you a suspension. A whole week suspension.”

You had to hold your tongue. Why do you have to do triple the work???

“Sir. I’m behind on what I need to cover. I’m begging you, please just let it slide.”

“But [Y/N], you are three weeks ahead. Taking a week off is enough right now. Trust me.”

You glanced at the clock. It was 9:47, the minute hand approximately reaching the next minute.

“If I see you Tuesday afternoon, I will personally escort you outside. That is all.”

Rubbing your eyes, you ran to the top of the stairs, before making yourself out. You couldn’t believe what just happened.

“[Y]-[Y/N]…” It was Heidi.

“Heidi. I’m done for the day, so I’m going home. Text me later if you’re curious.” Your demands were quick and stern.

Poor Heidi snuggled her books, her expression shaping into pity and guilt. If only you could just take a break.

◈

“Giggles, after giggles. These fucking cuches don’t know when to quit it, don’t they?”

“Markaaaa…” She snorted, sounding exactly just like he called her: a pig. “Teach me a little Spanish, no?~ ❤️”

Marka shook his head, his face clearly showing discomfort.

“Come on, we wanna hear it! Maybe we can fuck it up, you know?”

Damn that Rico bastard. He never knew how to read a room.

“I said no.” Marka ran his fingers through his bangs, revealing the swirling darkness within his eyes. “Now learn to be good little shits, I’m in a bad mood.”

Immediately, the entire group stood completely still. Before seconds later, horrifying shrieks escaped people’s lips. Some froze in horror, sweating profusely. Others just ran away from Marka, while some fought with him. Luckily, thanks to his physique he could handle his attackers pretty clearly.

“Ha…shame…” He continued to hit Rico with every punch, starting to see blood oozing out of him. Marka couldn’t help but grin in sadistic glee. “This hypnosis is always pure luck for me.”

Grabbing the leg of one of his classmates. Marka twisted, fractured, and even jumped on her leg, which was perfectly in sync with his words.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.” Marka cursed out loud, growling in frustration. Every time he thought about you, the feeling wouldn’t go away. “I just wanted to do a good deed. Why. Won’t. They. Love. Me.”

Hearing the classmate’s sharp cry, Marka kicked the person away from him, heading to your locker. It was encased in a shitload of locks, all of them personally made by yourself. You knew how to be efficient and useful.

Too bad Marka knew lockpicking a bit too well. “It’s been a while since my last rejection…so let’s see what’s here now-“

With a clink, he guided his fingers to first few letters he made….only to find them….

Crushed.

“….”

He should’ve been used to this by now. The dust, the grime, the dead spiders. After finally getting a fresh new locker, it was understandable that you cleaned up the space.

But you didn’t. You decided to make your old locker your new dumpster bag instead - including his love letters.'

His scarred thumb clutched the pink envelope, or the crushed up ball that it was. He could remember the time he had to go off on business, missing college for an entire week. He had to stay low due to a shot out, which resulted him gaining a major injury in the shoulder and his left hand. He didn’t mind the injuries due to past experiences, but he was…depressed. Marka couldn’t see anyone, neither be online lest he got found out. It was a decision that both he and José made for his safety.

And so, to satiate his loneliness, he wrote to you. Even though his left hand was twitching in pain, he wrote. Even though his brain was telling him to stop because of the pain; he wrote. He wrote because he knew that you gave him the happiness, the hope that he needed for this world. Yes, you were flawed…but with each other, the two of you could heal one another’s scars. Right?

“….Ha….”

His hands shook in silent rage as dark droplets dropped on to the paper. I’m sure you didn’t know any better, it was simply a misunderstanding. Yes, yes - it was miscommunication.

It was understandable, since he didn’t make it clear. He didn’t flirt with you since it wasn’t your thing. I guess the letters weren’t either.

Maybe he’d have to try something…a bit more drastic.

“I need to know…do they love me…? Do they not? Maybe….”

Clutching the paper in his chest, he started chuckling to himself. No, grinning madly as he stared at the locker in front of him, his face contorted into something twisted and grotesque.

“Maybe it’s time I should pay your house a visit, hmm? ❤️~.”

NOTES:

Cuche = Means pig in Salvadorian slang. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ qᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴋᴀʀᴍᴀ, ᴊᴏsᴇ́ ᴏʀ ʜᴇɪᴅɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴍʏ ɪɴʙᴏx.

#karma #karma imagines #qc #karma lore??? not rly #i mean....I wouldn't say karma lore. Maybe Karma imagine?#yeah cause this relies on probability...so.#male yandere #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere blog #yancore #yandere male #yande.re #yandere boy #yandere mafia #yandere x male darling #yandere x darling

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“the 2012 family isn’t abusive” and “the 2012 family all have toxic traits that can affect each other badly” are both takes that can coexist

i think out of all the tmnt shows (except maybe rise, but i could go back on that if i think about it for more than two seconds; this post isn’t about them tho), 2012 has the most dysfunctional family.

this is not a criticism tho. it’s an observation and it can lead to interesting storytelling.

splinter in 2012 suffers from ptsd and it affects how he teaches his children and how he views the world.

he’s been through a lot and was lead to believe he lost his first child.

so yes it’s not shocking that he’d make bad decisions as a parent.

he’s not a bad person by any means, but his attitude about strangers, enemies, and relationships are off. he shows favoritism towards leo, though that’s not his intention. he fails to give his other children the attention they need. etc etc

so it’s not that surprising that his children also gained flaws that affect each other negatively.

leo is dedicated to his training, which isn’t bad but it gave him an ego. he believes he’s the good example, that he’s better skilled than his brothers. he has good skills that make him the best choice as leader, but sometimes his ego and his authority make him downplay his brothers’ opinions and chastise their choices.

it’s mostly seen in his arguments with raphael and donatello. raphael is stubborn, but he values his family like leo does. their opinions on how to protect their family and do the right thing aren’t always on the right page, which frustrates them. raphael goes through growth that makes him a lot more patient with leonardo, but he still calls leo out when leo makes bad decisions, and leo often refuses to listen to him bc he’s the leader. he’s in charge. why should he listen? which is not what a leader should be and he needs to learn that over the course of the series (he,, rlly doesn’t but i digress).

as for donatello and leonardo. donatello is smart and leonardo knows that and ends up using that to his advantage. he puts a lot of pressure on donnie and overworks him. donatello is smart so he has to be the one to track things down, fix mutations, learn what is going wrong. and when donatello’s attempts go wrong, leonardo gets frustrated and orders donatello to just. do better. keep working on it. since donatello struggles with insecurities, this is just added to it and he is super hard on himself when he fails.

having so much pressure put on him by splinter certainly doesn’t help his attitude either.

is he hard on michelangelo? eh not rlly but mikey’s a nothing character so moving on

raphael very obviously has his temper. he’s probably the most criticized of the team so his faults are kinda obvious. he has the most growth in the show tho so i’m not gonna go into too much depth.

obviously his temper and habit to get violent when he’s angry affects his brothers negatively. tho he’s mostly physically violent with leonardo or michelangelo. with donatello they usually are more verbal ig? when raphael is rough with donatello, it’s usually playful. idk

also his temper affects his focus and skills so he’s often chastised by splinter, which comes across to him like leo is so much better and splinter likes him more.

donatello’s turn. this guy has his heart on his sleeve and ik i mention his insecurities constantly but it does affect him more than anything else. he’s insecure about being a mutant, he’s insecure about his weapon and fighting skills, he’s insecure about his feelings for april, he’s insecure about whether he’s smart enough, he’s insecure PERIOD. he has so much going on in that brain so ofc it’s gonna affect his brothers

he snaps at people all the time. he lets his insecurities affect the way he interacts with other people (see: casey jones).

even the pride he does have about his scientific accomplishments can be easily crushed when they’re ruined or criticized in some way.

he isolates very often and sometimes when he is confident it comes across as rude.

and when he acts out of concern for april, he goes about it wrong and ends up being creepy.

it doesn’t help that splinter hardly corrects any of his behavior. plus he doesn’t get the affirmation he needs.

as for michelangelo he’s a bad interpretation of someone with adhd— oh wait no that’s not what i’m trying to talk about hold on—

so michelangelo is playful and naïve and fails to take many things seriously, which frustrates his brothers a lot so it’s hard for them to take him seriously when he is being genuine.

and for karai, we already see how flawed and rebellious she is, and it rubs off on her brothers often, particularly leo.

this family is just a wreck but that’s why they’re so interesting to explore and see them grow. it’s why i wanted more from the series. their dynamics have positive parts as well and it’s nice seeing them talk through things. but the series sacrifices a lot of that for plots that don’t rlly matter tbh (most of season 5 <3)

they are not abusive at all but they are extremely flawed and that’s okay

#except for mikey what who said that #pumpkin stuff #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt splinter #tmnt karai

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livehorses · 10 months

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The Spot and Disability

It's very interesting to me how ATSV told Spot's story. At a start he's handled as a joke in the movie. Even Miles and the audience with him laughed at the new villain in his introduction. I was personally disgusted when the bread goes across him. Also, the guy isn't good at being bad and stealing an ATM, so he can be considered as a joke.

But it's hard to admit that we as an audience, and Miles did wrong laughing at his face about his new condition. We often mock him when it comes to the bagel joke, but he clearly suffered a lot, and lost it all after the accident. He was being mocked, rejected by everyone, even by his own friends and relatives. He evidently couldn't do anything without any of his holes getting in the way (which is the thing that makes him disabled), he lost his job and was forced to do illegal stuff in order to survive. That left an irreparable emotional damage that shaped him permanently. These are actual motivations for a person to take the wrong path, and even more when you discover you have a power that could give you some advantage over the others.

All of his story is clearly similar to what many disabled people live on a daily basis. "Unfortunately for me and you, this is skin." Sounds familiar? Reminds me of people that have vitiligo, which isn't exactly an illness and it isn't contagious, but common people think it is, and they fear, avoid and reject anyone who has it. Even in these modern days, where society supposedly is for everyone and everyone matters, disabled people are still rejected and disrespected, victims of bullying, mockery and exclusion. They don't get a chance to adapt to this world, not meant for them, and they miss so many opportunities of having a job, to form a family and go places adapted to their unique conditions. This world still needs to educate its people on respecting the disabled. That doesn't mean that disabled people are doomed to become villains, no! That would expand more the prejudices towards them. But what most of Marvel villains, and more, Spider-Man villains, have in common is having an accident that left them disabled: Flint falling on a sand dispenser, Max on a pool of eels, affecting their entire lives. (Not to mention that Doctor Connors was already disabled when he recurred to a not so ethic way to recover his arm, turning him into a lizard-like humanoid)

And yeah, every Spider-Man has a similar (canon) event, they're bitten by a radioactive spider. But rather to turn them onto something horrible, they hit the jackpot instead isn't it? They get attractively buffed, they get cool super powers, they become popular and loved by most people. But the others are treated as villains, and it's true, Spider-Man has to combat crime, and in the end, he shows mercy towards them. But in the end, most of the time their condition is treated as menacing and villanious. That's why No Way Home, brings a fresh vision on helping the villains to get cured or at least treated. (Although, that's not always realistically possible for disabled people, and most of them don't need to be cured or treated like their condition is bad for them)

But the movie leaves it clear it was a mistake to not take Spot's situation seriously. The man might've taken it chill at a start, but the more he was mistreated, the more he got resentful especially with Miles, wrongly considering him the source of all his disgraces, and more when the Super-Hero laughed at him. His power grew at the same time as his anger, and by the end of the movie, Miles admits it, he's his nemesis, they're mutual enemies now, and he's dangerous. If Spot was treated better from the start, with dignity and if he was given a second opportunity, support and optimum laboral conditions, maybe Spot would be now an ally.

How wrong we were, by taking him for granted...

#SpiderVerse #CW: Flasing #Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse #The Spot #SpiderVerse The Spot #Miles Morales #No Way Home #Disability #Jonathan Ohnn

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rainbowchaox · 1 month

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OKOKOKOKOK ANOTHER AU FOR ADOPTION:

Space Romance Au

Pretty much Earth sends out people on missions to research alien flora and fauna. They arrive on a distant planet and live in like a portable housing/research station. The station has good housing quarters and labs filled with the best equipment. Also each station has a food replicator. Usually these stations are only manned by one human. Mostly everything is automatic. And Missa is part of this project and is currently manned on the recently found planet coined Vita Viridis.

Vita Viridis is an oxygen rich planet whose natural flora experience gigantism. It’s heavily forested with flora reaching almost unnatural proportions. It tends to be a mild climate but does have typical seasons. It’s tends to rain often and it’s common for bodies of water to dot the surface. So often in fact that Missa usually goes around by boat.

The station Missa resides in is on an island in a middle of a swamp which the roots of the massive trees delve into. It’s the only dry land he saw when he landed so he had to make do. And also why he takes full advantage of the water to explore Vita Viridis.

But the fact is Missa soon realizes he is not alone. Introducing the humanoid insectoid species of Vita Viridis. (Thank you @changeling-ash for all of these)

Class: Suprainsecta (Above Insect)

Order: Sapenoptera (Wise Winged)

Family: Elytronidae (Covering [wing])

Genus: Sapien Vitari (Wise Vitari)

The common name is Vitari. Named after the planet as it’s the dominant species. And one Vitari is very attached to Missa. A Vitari named Phil. Missa saved him from a giant spider web and he now wants to court the pretty human. And does make himself known often to Missa. He is fully sentient but unable to speak human languages.

Vitari communicate by complicated vocalizations including clicks, chirps, trills, rattles and buzzing. Though they can eventually be taught human languages. Vitari also use wing vibrations to communicate as well.

Missa at first was terrified of Phil because he has common sense and healthy sense of what is dangerous. But it wasn’t long until he found out Phil was pretty harmless and mostly curious (Though it does take him a bit longer to realize that Phil wants to court him)

Vitari have elytra that can make them able to fly. Silver or black are the most common colorings. They also have a stinger of sorts that puts venom into whatever they are hunting. They have black sclera with strange pupils. Their elytra is very fast. Their skin is mostly cartilage but can be numerous shades. They tend to wear basic like robes made from spider silk though some Vitari tribes have ways to dye the silk. And some Vitari communities have made full blown cities deep in the forest. Though it’s more common for Vitari to live isolated lives from the rest of their species.

Anyways Phil is courting human missa. This includes serenades. Mainly flapping his wings to create vibrations (not like actually singing). Phil also does elaborate dances and show off with his flying. Also just in general fly close to him (For example in real life male flies would fly close to female flies for attention). Another big thing is the nuzzles. Phil loves to nuzzle into missa hair or shoulder. Also loves to bump foreheads together. Another thing common in real life is insects prepare a meal for females. So Phil keeps trying to feed Missa with strange creatures he hunted. He eventually learns Missa prefers alien fruits and therefore gathers that for him instead. (Yes Missa falls victim to puppy eyes on his alien love interest and goes against all his common sense and eats the fruit. It’s delicious)

Missa has to contact the crew on earth with new findings and just in general checking he is fine and healthy. And they make fun of him so much for going against basic scientific principles and eating foods he doesn’t know how it would affect his human body. Missa too enamored by sweet alien to not accept his gifts. If he gets poisoned he gets poisoned.

Vitari live in hidden treehouses in the canopy. It tends to use whatever is around them to make it though they make the floor soft with fur and moss to sleep on. And they tend to hoard materials for either expanding their nest of sorts or stock food items. They also make simple tools to help them with their day to day. Vitari are pretty smart.

I personally like to imagine during the period Missa didn’t realize Phil has a crush on him and is courting him the Vitari way is when he had to contact the base on earth about his findings and research and Phil just climbed into his lap for cuddles and nuzzles. As he buzzes and chirps happily. His higher ups are concerned at first that he somehow got the dominant species to want to court him. But he is still doing excellent work so it’s fine with them.

#feel free to ask me questions in my ask box #this is a au for adoption btw pls @ me if you make art or fic of it #pissa #qsmp pissa #bugza being gay #bug trigger warning #space au

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thoughts on the grand northern conspiracy theory?

it makes some points but i think most of it is deeply silly and relies on far too many leaps in logic and characters acting in a way they would never act all to push a “jon will be king” theory, which as i’m sure everyone knows, i am a big hater of.

The basis of the theory is that the Northern lords are purposefully playing Stannis & the Bolton/Freys against each other so they can take each other out, and free the North up for a Stark King & Northern Independence. That, on its face, I fully believe. It’s the details in the theory that I don’t fully buy into.

It’s basically canon that the Northern lords & ladies are really taking advantage of the chaotic politics & lack of a real centralized leader at the moment to make their own political moves. Some examples here include:

Arnolf & Cregan Karstark are explicitly doing this, something Alys comments on and something several other lords point out: "My uncle declared for Stannis, in hopes it might provoke the Lannisters to take poor Harry's head. Should my brother die, Karhold should pass to me, but my uncles want my birthright for their own." They don't really care about Stannis, they want Harry dead so they can have Karhold.

Alysane Mormont is potentially working off orders from her mother, when she says here, "Five, we were. All girls. Lyanna is back on Bear Island. Lyra and Jory are with our mother. Dacey was murdered." Even though as far as we know before that, all of Maege's girls were at Bear Island (except Dacey, who was with Maege in Robb's campaign).

There's the Umbers refusing to fight each other while picking two different sides, and this theory here that it was likely a plan between Mors and Hother to keep the Greatjon alive.

The Manderly Of It All re: very obviously using his granddaughter's anger as a cover for his own brutal plans for revenge and a Stark restoration.

The North is all clearly playing the game & attempting to oust the Boltons & Freys from power. I also don’t think the grumbling for Northern Independence would have died down since Robb died - if anything, after their King is brutally, viciously murdered, his mother’s corpse made a mockery of, his little Queen now a prisoner, and his sisters married off to enemies & humiliated, I imagine the calls for Northern Independence have gotten louder. This is a people that has suffered not just death and violence, but a lot of humiliation on top of that, and all of that is the perfect recipe for some sort of nationalist call for independence.

But the theory has. Some points that I just cannot co-sign because they make absolutely zero sense to me.

The idea that the only thing stopping Jon from being king is Jeyne being pregnant or the witnesses of Robb’s will being dead is just silly. He isn’t Ned Stark’s son, he is Lyanna’s! That puts Robb’s entire will in question, and you can bet your ass that there will be some grumbling or discussion about whether Winterfell should bypass Ned‘a line despite him having TWO true born sons and TWO true born daughters still alive, or whether it goes to Lyanna and therefore to Jon. The succession question is just NOT as simple as the meta makes it out to be because it completely ignores that Jon is, I cannot stress this enough, NOT actually Ned Stark’s son.

The meta is right that it’s likely Maege & Gallbart got a message to Howland because Theon notes that there’s been attacks by craggoman. But. Howland is one of - possible thee only - person left alive that knows Jon is Lyanna’s son. There is just no way he doesn’t have a strong opinion on whether Jon should inherit winterfell without knowing the truth.

Irrelevant but it’s really mean to Jeyne Westerling. Whatever role she may have - even if it’s to die in the prologue of TWOW - her life and her death are important regardless of whether she’s pregnant! She is the widow of a King, and if she dies by LSH’s hand, it’s going to be a huge point in showing us the violence in the Riverlands. Maybe the continued breakdown in the Riverlands, Lady Stoneheart’s anger, and Jeyne’s defiance of her family is not relevant to the King Jon pushers, but it IS thematically relevant to the plot thank you very fucking much. THE GIRL IS JUST AS IMPORTANT AS THE BOY.

More relevant to this point is there’s just no way in fuck that Lady Stoneheart is trying to crown Jon. “oh she has bigger problems” she is going to crown one of her children if she crowns anyone, likely Arya, not her husband’s bastard who she fucking hated & asked to be banished to a glorified penal colony. Look at Brynden’s comments about Jon:

The Blackfish narrowed his eyes. "Did your father arrange for that as well? Catelyn never trusted the boy, as I recall, no more than she ever trusted Theon Greyjoy. It would seem she was right about them both.

Cat hates that kid so much she wrote letters to her uncle talking shit about him but we are supposed to believe this is proof she wants to crown him? When she's so far gone she's willing to kill Podrick and Brienne off a perceived slight against her? When she's heard several rumors that her daughters may still be alive and well? No. Don't buy it even a little.

Also, Brynden is flying Robb’s banner bc Robb was his family, because he loved Catelyn, and because what else is he supposed to do when he’s in the middle of a siege?? This point is silly and nonsensical.

Harwin as the Hooded Man - i mean. there’s nothing for or against this really, but also the Theon Durden theory aka Theon is the hooded man and doesn’t realize bc he’s having a psychotic episode, is much more believable to me & much more in line with everything that’s happening in theon’s chapter.

So like. Yes, the basic premise of “the northern lords are desperately looking for a stark, any stark, to make king/queen in the north, bc they are tired of All This Bullshit” is something i completely agree with. I do think it’s likely Maege has been in contact with her daughters, & that she and Gallbart made contact with Howland, who is about to enter the scene in a big way. But all that ish about LSH, the BWB, and Blackfish? Absolutely not. LSH is about Arya’s story (and Brienne & Jaime’s), not Jon. Stoneheart doesn’t care about the politics in Westeros; she cares that she followed all the rules and it got her family killed, so now she will break every rule there is to get revenge for her slaughtered children. she is Alyssa Arryn except she has the power to cause a lot of suffering before her tears drown her. she is not wasting her second life crowning jon snow!

#the grand northern conspiracy #valyrianscrolls #the north #and the mummer's farce is almost done #lady stoneheart #anti grand northern conspiracy theory #getting on my soap box #this is all me being a hater aljdsflkj

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markeronacomputer · 20 days

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Abstracted Heart, Mind and Soul

Art I kinda pushed out of an AU/concept that I need someone to write for me because I have too many WIPs.

I call this the “Abstraction AU” (unrelated to the Amazing Digital Circus, but does share some similarities), and here’s how it works:

The Basics

Inspired by Core Suppressions from Lobotomy Corporation

Basically, whenever one of the three undergoes extreme stress, they “Abstract” into one of these forms

The Headspace basically stops working the way it’s supposed to until the transformation is reversed: the way it’s affected depends on who’s Abstracting

The transformation only wears off once the side passes out: which sounds like it would result in a big boss fight or something

BUT, luckily for them, since Abstracting is basically letting out all your emotions and strength and fighting with all you’ve got, it is EXHAUSTING

so once it’s happened they’re typically not conscious for any more than an hour

Contrary to what you might guess at first, the side is still “themselves” while Abstracting: it’s just difficult to tell since the stress that causes the transformation also makes them act irrational and overly violent

Despite this, post-transformation, the side typically doesn’t have memories of what happened during the fight… until a few hours after waking up

It can happen to the same person more than once, but to Abstract for the first time you have to be pushed PARTICULARLY far

After that it gets a bit easier for it to happen again, like you’ve given into your inner monster

To further emphasise that, they all get “battle scars” from their first time Abstracting that stay with them for the rest of their lives

And to go into what the first time abstracting was like for each individual:

Heart

Abstraction is usually caused by intense stress.

While this is still true in Heart’s case, since being emotional is his job description, he needs to be pushed further than the others in order to Abstract

(because if that wasn’t the case, he would Abstract all the time)

Anyways, his first time probably came after days on end of extreme trauma

Specifically, trauma that neither Mind nor Soul did anything to try and stop

He likely Abstracted out of view from the others, and they didn’t even notice until Soul was like “wait why isn’t my trident working”

As Heart is… the heart of the Headspace, when he Abstracts, magic stops working there

His design was obviously based off of biblically accurate angels, as well as a Beholder from DND but without eyes so it would look like a heart

You’d think he’d be biased towards Mind while like that, but no- he goes after Soul.

He expected Mind to ignore him, but Soul? It’s his job to make sure things are alright with him, so why’d he just abandon him?

Even without the benefit of the Trident, though, I imagine Abstracted Heart wouldn’t be all too difficult for them to take down if they really tried their best, so he goes down rather quickly

After he wakes up, his head’s basically just in one big blur for a while until the memories start to come back

Then he just starts shaking and hugging them while constantly muttering apologies (even though he still has EVERY RIGHT to be mad)

”Battle scars” take the form of purple(-er) wings, fangs and a halo

Mind

Mind’s is a pretty different case

While his was also caused by days of repeated trauma, as Abstractions tend to be, his problem is that he kept trying to bottle it up and only started to show even the tiniest cracks just before the transformation

(after all, I don’t think they’d take a chance like that again after what happened with Heart)

He likely Abstracted right in front of Heart and Soul

His design was based off of UFOs, obviously, as well as a brain and spine. The eyelashes are meant to look like the sun’s rays

When he Abstracts, all laws of physics in the Headspace basically stop working and the place gets even weirder than normal

Despite having the advantage of Soul’s trident this time, taking him down is a lot harder since he’s metal: the key is to tire him out

When he wakes up after the fact, he’s even more of an asshole than usual, but mainly because he’s still tired and stressed

He gets all quiet once the memories start to come back to him though, like he feels bad about attacking them so violently but doesn’t really know how to express it

”Battle scars” take the form of rhombus-shaped pupils and back spikes

Soul

If you’re a time loop fan, then Soul Abstracting is typically what restarts the loop

He was designed to be the most humanoid to show that he was the closest to Whole, with three heads because… you know why

When he Abstracts, he fuses with his trident, the Headspace becomes black and white, and starts slowly to fall apart

Heart and Mind do not stand a CHANCE in this fight, hence why his Abstraction is inevitably what restarts the loop

However, if by some chance they lasted long enough for things to go back to normal, I imagine Soul would be… surprisingly nice after going back to normal

It’s like finally letting it all out made him calm down a bit. He’s still pretty awkward around them, but better than you might think

Even when the memories come back, sure he kinda shuts himself in for a bit and avoids talking about it, but he’s not as closed off as Mind is

Battle scars take the form of his right eye becoming normal (as in not identical to his left eye as seen in the art), and the left side of his face being covered in black (to match his face in his Abstracted form)

#chonny jash #cccc #cccc heart #cccc mind #cccc soul #chonny Jash au #chonny’s charming chaos compendium

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kaineillian · 1 year

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HEADCANON

Part 1.Bungo Stray Dogs as YANDERE'S.

Character(s) : Sigma, Nikolai, Poe.

Gender : Male Reader.

Warning(s) : Curse words, yandere, what yandere typically does.

SIGMA

Sigma looks innocent on the outside but inside hahaha, he's worst just like those two psychopaths.

Sigma befriended you long ago so,he knows your information. Remember that his ability involve on touching other people to obtain information. And you two are always together he is bound to know everything about you.

Sigma has a bad personality he just wont show it to you knowing he knows that you see him as a 'innocent' and 'harmless' guy. He cant let you know his bad side or else your trust and respect for him will decrease.

Like any yandere would do, he stalks you , rummage to your things and steals it (mainly your underwear). Takes pictures of you and pins them on his wall. And lastly—murder people.

Sigma haves a plan for everything that may or not happen but you'll never know until it will happen . He has a guide for 'how to get rid of bodies', 'how to make him love you', 'how to be innocent' and so on.

Sigma had a short hair but you mentioned that you like people with long hair so he made his hair longer just for you.

Sigma is part of the DOA and is the informat of the organization, Fyodor makes him go to mission that are away from Yokohama. Sigma had no choice but to obey his orders. But he also dont want to leave you unsupervised so he planted little cameras on where you usually go (because your house is already planted with many bugs). In that way he can see your every move and who you are with in all times.

And of course if he's not there with you. There's always a pest that butted in and made a move to you . At first, sigma wasn't that worried since you always turn down their advantages. But, this time you didn't. Sigma saw you smile, laugh, walked with them holding their hand.

Hilarious. He just left for ONE DAY and now your with a nobody?

No. No! He cant let this happen. He haves to go back now. Screw the mission, he's gonna rip that bitch face.

GOGOL NIKOLAI

Psychopath No. 1.

Nikolai dont know whats personal space.

It irritates you that he always pops up out of nowhere because of that damn ability of his.

He is the definition of 'you can run but you cant hide'.

Nikolai likes to scare you and then give you his daily gift mainly chocolate, bouquet,poems and a disturbing photograph of a dead man that you recognize. "Nikolai what the fuck? " "He hugged you! " "He's my brother? —".

Long story short, your not faze about his actions, surprisingly. Well, you're a mafioso you murder people for a living.

Terrorist x Mafioso match made couple in hell.

Both of you live in the same house which was originally yours but then he suddenly barged in with a contract saying it was now owned by the two of you with a blood on the paper. He obviously threatened and lied to the landlord to sign the contract and killed him after.

After that, waking up the first thing you see is nikolai havering you smiling widely. At first it creeped you out but your used to it. Surprise, surprise. He knows how to cook he usually makes you breakfast because at night he's in the DOA building doing 'stuff'. But he makes sure to leave early just to make you breakfast and wake you up. He's a sweetheart ,no?

Well for you, yes. For others on the other hand is a hard NO. People passing by you, looking at you is like death waving at them. Nikolai wouldn't kill them for no reason, he kills them because they have an intention to try and court you which they fail miserably. When he goes overboard of his killing you always tie wrist together and knot it on the ceiling so he's 'hanging' around. (Get it?)

Which is a bad move. Nikolai is a freak. So he's into that kind of stuff, go on tie him up, slap him, kick him, punch him. He will welcome those hits with open arms. Kill him if you must he can still follow you around even when he's dead.

EDGAR ALLAN POE

Poe is a timid, cute looking man who enjoys writing books about you and him together, married and having sex—

What do you expect? Poe is a author. And author's are good with their imagination. Poe made two novels, one being about your future together like a fairytale. And the other is a erotic novel that he carries with all the time.

Poe trust you so much that he gives you Karl when his busy writing another novel. Karl approves you and makes you play with him, secretly — poe took pictures without you knowing. You we're still busy playing with karl.

Karl the racoon isn't stupid and he is in poe's plan. Poe talked about his plan and strategies for karl to follow in exchange for a biscuit. Karl makes sure to keep you busy while Poe is either murdering people or busy rummaging on your drawer for a new underwear collection.

Poe may look innocently sweet but never judge a book by its cover. Poe is a total pervert. He has almost every collection of your underwear (you buy your underwear before showering because it somehow 'mysteriously' disappeared) .

Trust me when i say that he has a shrine of you inside his office. You wanna know whats in the shrine?

Sure. Inside the shrine... Is a picture of you inside a picture frame, an apple that you didn't finished you can see clearly where your teeth marks are, your underwear (of course not just an underwear, this underwear is the limited edition of you. Because you always wore it. So he stole it.), a pen that is chewed, your toothbrush, a bandaid that haves a little spot of blood, a bubblegum (a chewed bubblegum by you.... And i know it sound unsanitary but he also chewed on it...), and a chunk of hair tied in a red ribbon.

........ Its not that special—

OK! SHEESH! I TAKE IT BACK IT IS SPECIAL! CALM DOWN!

Man, i didn't know he was listening to us the entire time...

Anyway , Poe isn't that possessive. However, if he sees you being all lovely dovey on another man he will cock out his gun.

Poe's type of torture is putting them in his book. And that book is about horror, murder, gore(y) and you get my point. The reason why poe likes to trap them there is because they cant escape. They will never escape.

Alright, thats about it. You can go now, poe looks like he'll kill me. Thats it... For now...

#bungostraydogs #bsd #headcanon #bsd headcanon #yandere #yandere bsd #sigma #nikolai #poe #seme male reader #dom male reader #top male reader #dom reader #top reader

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Questions because am curious about the peepaw club (if am not wrong OMO is the founder of the peepaw club); If a peepaw had a kid are they allowed to bring them to the club as well (in case they were to young to be left alone) ?

2- will OMO like showing off his turtle kids into tge peepaw club? Like a proud dad?

3- When it comes to OMO what type of topics he talks about in the club? Besides angsts stuff that IF he decided to open up.

4- since OMO's the shortest, is he the fastest when it comes to moving his body? If not what he greatest pros?

PEEPAW CLUB??? what have i missed this time JHSBDBJJFHB it's more like. accidentally jumpstarting a peepaw multiverse bc i wanted to be funny and now many peepaws have tea parties and book clubs together and also group therapy

Peepaws may bring their kids to the meets, willingly or not, no matter what age, however they will be responsible for any and every property and/or emotional damage they cause. The bill will be sent via email.

He doesn't take the kids very often or at all bc he doesnt want to break whatever timeline/travel shenanigans could come up – also picking out his little Leo from all the little Leos is a pain bc the kid makes a game out of it to make his life difficult. however he does that thing where he shows off the kids via opening his wallet that only looks full bc he has about a million photos of them in it.

When he's not actively annoying other peepaws, he's actually chill to deal with and just goes with the flow half of the time – shitty jokes, DIY, the best school lunches to make, Telenovelas, "how are the kids", ordering food for other peepaws bc he lowkey doesnt trust them to be fucking normal for once (<- Hypocrite)

I reckon all Leonardos are kind of speedy fellows, he might just be able to dodge better and use his height to his advantage – he does, however, hit like a fucking truck, and if Peepaws fight, their impacts nearly sound like thunderclaps. Also; he fights dirty. he bit MNMC's Leon to get out of a headlock. He's also incredibly skilled with his swordsmanship, which is very entertaining to watch.

#turtle files: ask #peepaw multiverse #odd man out #omo files: behind the scene #he's so cool but also such a loser

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so first off, thank you to @foursaints & @remlvrs for telling me to speak my truth…

that said, bear with me as i give you my input on karkaroff.

karkaroff was VERY isolated growing up and i think that fed into a lot of the choices he made. he’s constantly left with his own thoughts and it’s Not Great. he was a very odd child growing up. fascinated by the abnormal. thing is, he never acted on any of these impulses; impulses that consisted on a string of desire to inflict pain, manipulate, & pull things apart piece by piece. like kind of the stereotypical serial killer kind of vibe, but again, isolated child that didn’t have the means to act on these desires. so, needless to say, when he was finally a student, his exploration of the dark arts soared. he excelled well beyond any means when it came to the subject. similar to barty, he was smart. like more than you might think, and he genuinely thrived on it. he used it to his advantage all the time.

it comes as no surprise that he joined the death eaters. enthralled by the level of “excellency” and devotion to a level of cruelty he never truly had the chance to explore growing up. his intelligence comes to a minor fault because he’s messy when it comes to attacks and killings. he has all this knowledge, but putting it into action takes time for him. makes him question his capabilities, but then… (and TRULY bear with me) he’s in this circle, surrounded by death and violence and pure hatred when he meets evan for the first time. evan is precise, dedicated. not a single fucking stone goes unturned. where karkaroff lacks in order, evan makes up for it. there’s this point where the two of them manage to get along which is surprising because there are far and few people that evan can tolerate for more than a few minutes. this is a crucial turning point for karkaroff because the amount of knowledge he gains from evan rosier is absurd. he’s a little wooed, if you would.

there’s like…this feeling he gets in the pit of his stomach when he sees evan dissect something for the first time. staring at his hands and it’s more than magic. it’s beyond magic. the skill and precision he puts into his craft is beyond anything karkaroff has seen before. but the problem lies in the hands of barty crouch jr because karkaroff knows there’s something there between crouch and rosier. always leaning on one another, and despite all of them being death eaters, there’s always a bit of jealousy that karkaroff feels because he will never have whatever it is that’s happening between barty and evan. they are on a whole other level and karkaroff is immensely jealous of barty, and more often than not they are at each other’s throats because their intellect is so high above everyone. it’s concerning. like just imagine two “top dog” academics going at it while being simultaneously angry while trying to be part of the same team.

for the first time, karkaroff feels seen and heard. he hasn’t had that in his life. just as soon as he has it in his grasp, it’s stripped from him. taken in the blink of an eye. evan’s death changes him, but it doesn’t take his appreciation for the dark arts away. if anything, it fuels his need to keep going. in turn, both him and barty are Not on good terms really. because barty is dedicated to this. he won’t stop, but karkaroff? he lets it fester. he lets it eat and gnaw and prey until there’s nothing else but a fucking coward because he doesn’t know what to do. all he knows is that he’s passionate about the dark arts and dark magic.

insanity gets the best of him, truly. he never really recovers from it all. blames all the wrong people and never himself for succumbing to something like this. he doesn’t find a problem in his actions, but what he does realize is that he has an anger lying in the hands of evan rosier, an anger for showing him the best parts of his life and just dying. he’s fucking dramatic and cold about it. doesn’t give two shits when he says evan’s name during his trial, but he says it to stir something up in barty. because he’s still angry. still mad. in anguish that barty would let something like that happen to evan. all he feels is this anger, and when the name evan rosier leaves his lips, it’s like coming home. it’s even better when he gets to finally say the name that has been trapped at the base of his skull for ages: barty crouch…junior. it’s the closest thing to revenge he can get.

years later, as he does become the headmaster at durmstrang, he knows he cannot go back to the life he had before because that means facing the people that took everything from him, drove him to a place of madness, so what does he do? he runs like a coward because he cannot face it any longer. he cannot face his past nor can he accept it, no matter how much he craves those days again. the hunt, the chase, the kill. it’s in his blood, his every waking thought, his dreams. but he can no longer face it, even if he desperately wants to because he knows what he did, and he cannot take it back.

okay yeah so that’s where i’ll stop with all my karkaroff thoughts but i genuinely do think i could go into so much more detail so…yeah. hahahah please just remember this are my opinions and silly thoughts…don’t hate me…or do i don’t care. mmm come talk to me about karkaroff <3

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Hello, my sweetest Penny.

Tell me… how would Marcus react if he caught you using your vibrator when you were supposed to working at home to “catch up with some paperwork” away from the office.

He comes home to surprise you with lunch and it’s him who gets the real surprise.

Cristina, you absolute menace, you.

I wrote this in a fever dream in two days AT MY DESK AT WORK in the world's teeniest, tiniest browser window with the text as small as possible. I am UNHINGED. I hope you like what I came up with >:)

Again, Again

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader (wife)

Rating: E (SMUT, 18+ only)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Overstimulation, multiple orgasms, CNC, D/s vibes, use of vibrators

Summary: Marcus comes home to surprise you with lunch. In the end, who's the most surprised?

A/N: This fic contains CNC (consensual-non-consent). All parties are enthusiastically consenting, there is a safeword system in place that is explicitly mentioned. I've ALWAYS wanted to explore this, but I must give all credit to the amazing @leslie-lyman, who has shared some absolutely underwear-destroying snippets of her own CNC!Marcus with me, and I consider anything to do with CNC+Marcus Pike to be her intellectual property. Thank you, darling Leslie, for the beta and for letting me play around with this trope myself :D :D Title is from a Lady Gaga song of the same name.

Masterlist

Marcus listens intently as the handcuffed man sitting opposite him in the cramped interview room feeds him name after name, single-handedly dismantling a massive art theft operation in exchange for a lighter sentence.

Every so often, Marcus nods thoughtfully, prompting the other man to continue. He writes observations in his field notebook, reminders to look into one thing or the other, although the recorder beside him is picking up every word (which he’ll go back over in detail several times in the next several days).

Marcus Pike is nothing if not thorough. He’s careful, methodical, and patient in his job, giving him an advantage over other, more hotheaded Agents who are too eager, too reckless in their pursuit of law and order that they miss important details. He might get sidelong looks from those who are reluctant to slow down and think for a damn minute, but his case record speaks for itself. He’s put more art thieves, forgers, and crooked dealers behind bars than anyone in the department.

At a lapse in the other man’s monotone delivery of names and places, Marcus looks up expectantly. “Is that everything?” he asks.

“That’s all I know, man,” the criminal responds. “I told you everything.”

Marcus nods and thanks him politely and graciously–speaking to him as if he were a colleague and not a man who was about to return to a holding cell.

“You did a good thing,” Marcus assures him, turning back once more as he leaves the room. “This will give you years of your life back.”

Walking down the corridor back to his office, Marcus pulls out his phone to check the time: 11:45. Perfect. He pulls out his phone and sends a text.

How goes the paperwork situation?

Your response comes almost immediately:

I’m fucking buried! But it’s getting better. Glad I stayed home to work on it.

Marcus smiles to himself. He usually types up his case notes as he goes, but you’re terrible about leaving all of the administrative stuff until it piles up and you’re forced to spend a day doing nothing but writing paperwork. He types out another text.

Miss your pretty face, though.

This is why I have to work from home! You’re a tempting distraction.

Marcus is sure he’s grinning like an idiot now, but he can’t stop.

Be good and do your paperwork and maybe I’ll show you just how much of a distraction I can be ;)

The message is marked as ‘seen’ almost immediately, but it takes a few minutes to respond. Marcus watches the three little dots appear, disappear, and reappear, before a new text appears.

MENACE. Go away. <3

Marcus laughs to himself and puts his phone away. He taps on his partner’s office door. “Popping out for lunch,” he announces. “Gonna grab something and take it home for my wife.”

He picks up some Thai on his way, from the spot just around the corner from your house that you both love. He hums to himself as he walks the remaining block, happy to get a little break from work to see you.

Marcus unlocks and opens the door as silently as he can, wanting to surprise you. The house is quiet–as he would expect. He slips off his shoes and pads over to your shared office with the bag of lunch to surprise you, but he’s the one who receives the surprise: you aren’t there. Before he can wonder where you’ve gone, though, he hears a soft sound from the bedroom. Marcus cocks his head to the side. It had sounded like–

Another sound comes, this one unmistakably a small moan of pleasure. It’s then that Marcus notices the low hum of your vibrator. A slow, devious smile spreads across his face.

— — — — — — — — — — — —

Your hips shift up as your orgasm approaches. God, you love working from home. This is the perfect break from endless paperwork. The tension in your shoulders, the eyestrain from staring at a computer screen, all of it is forgotten as you writhe on the bed. You’ve allowed yourself the decadence of being totally naked, taking your time, sending yourself higher at a leisurely pace. It feels as if it’s been ages since you’ve had the time to yourself like this. It’s not that Marcus doesn’t keep you incredibly satisfied (oh, God, he fucking does), but there’s something different about doing it yourself. It’s for you, and only for you.

You’ve been teasing yourself for long enough–forcing yourself to make it through a fifteen-minute video before allowing yourself to come. Finally, you stop the meandering path of the vibrator and press it directly on your clit. You come almost immediately, bucking your hips and arching your back with a little gasp.

“So much for paperwork, huh?”

You shriek at the unsuspected voice, damn near throwing the vibrator across the room. Marcus goddamn Pike is standing in your bedroom doorway carrying a bag of takeaway and wearing a positively devilish expression.

“Marcus!” you cry out in a combination of shock, embarrassment, and exasperation.

“I was going to bring you some lunch, give you a break from all those case notes,” Marcus explains in mock-innocence. “But it looks like you’re already taking a little break of your own.”

You throw one of the little decorative pillows at him. “A girl can get herself off in the privacy of her own–”

“I know, I know,” Marcus interrupts, chuckling. “I just didn’t realize you were so tightly wound, sweetheart.”

“I’m not,” you protest with a petulant scowl.

Marcus raises his eyebrows. “I think you are,” he says softly, deepening his voice as he drops the bag of takeout and stalks toward the bed. You have to stifle a gulp. “You must be–ignoring that mountain of paperwork to lay in bed naked, watching dirty videos and touching yourself.”

"I–" you begin, but you trail off, not really knowing what to say. The look in Marcus's eyes is downright predatory, and it's making your pussy throb despite the recent orgasm.

“Since you’re all worked up,” Marcus continues, setting one knee down on the bed and leaning down to your level, “why don’t you do it again.”

“What?”

Marcus picks up the little bullet vibrator and places it back in your hand. “Do it again,” he repeats with a glimmer in his eye.

You meet his gaze with a coy, challenging stare as you switch the toy back on and press it to your clit again. Marcus has made you come undone in so many ways, but he’s never just watched like this as you do it yourself. You watch him watch you–lips parted, eyes burning coals and laser-focused on the sight before him.

You don’t bother teasing yourself this time, rubbing your clit in the most efficient way to get you off quickly. You make it a point to be a little louder than you typically would be by yourself, not holding back any gasps or moans, purely for the purposes of giving Marcus a show. Before too long, you’re coming again with a violent arch of your spine, oversensitive after doing it twice in quick succession. You shoot Marcus a saucy, self-satisfied look, as if to say “How was that?”

“Again,” Marcus orders quietly.

Again? You blink dumbly at your husband, but his expectant expression doesn’t change. You swallow thickly and press the little vibrator against yourself again with a hiss of oversensitivity. You’re still throbbing from the last one, and it’s hard to keep going. You give Marcus a little whine of frustration.

“Keep going,” Marcus murmurs. “I want to see it again. I want to see that pretty pussy shake.” His fingers swipe through the mess that’s starting to drip down your folds, threatening to stain the sheets.

You gasp at the soft touch; you’ve come twice, and this is the first time Marcus has even touched you. His hand stays there, index finger gently sliding up and down your folds in a barely-there caress. It shouldn’t be nearly enough, but against all odds, your hips start to lock into place as your third end approaches.

“I told you you were all worked up,” Marcus teases. “I’ve barely touched you, and look at yourself.” He brushes the hair back from your forehead and lets his fingers linger there, too–caressing your face lovingly as your chest heaves with exertion.

As Marcus’s thumb still strokes your cheekbone, he quietly orders, “Again.”

You immediately start shaking your head. “I can’t, I–” you sputter. “There’s no way.”

“Yes, you can,” Marcus counters.

Your head thunks back against the headboard. “Tired,” you whine. “It’s too much.”

Marcus gently takes the vibrator from your hand. “If you’re tired,” he begins darkly, “then I’ll do it for you.”

You inhale sharply, looking up at your husband with your heart pounding in your throat. Yes, you secretly think to yourself. Yes, make me do it.

“Color?” Marcus asks, and suddenly you know how this is going to go. That’s what he asks you when he doesn’t plan on stopping. You can say anything–you can beg, plead, scream for him to stop, but he won’t. Not until the word red falls from your lips.

“Green,” you whisper breathlessly. “Oh, my God, green.”

“Good,” Marcus responds, matching your volume. “Now,” he smirks, “I believe I told you to come again.”

Marcus kneels in front of you and switches the vibrator back on. He teases you at first, barely allowing it to touch your puffy, abused clit until you're squirming underneath him.

"Greedy little thing," Marcus remarks with a playful smile. “I thought you said you were tired.”

You let out a choked laugh as he increases the pressure, circling around your little bud the way he knows you like. He builds you back up with just the vibrator, and you start to whine softly–you want his fingers inside you, want him to fill you up while he does this to you.

You cant your hips up, trying to give Marcus the hint. If he understands, he’s choosing to ignore your silent plea. You do it again, lifting up, seeking his hands, but instead of filling you with his thick fingers, his hand lands on your abdomen and pushes you back down on the bed.

“Marcus, please,” you whine. “Your fingers.”

“Not this time,” Marcus admonishes. “If you’re good and come for me like this, I’ll give you my fingers for the next one.”

The next one. Fuck, how many is he going to make you have? The prospect of Marcus fucking you with anything makes you spiral higher until the coil snaps and you clench around nothing for the fourth time.

Marcus’s tongue instinctively darts out to wet his lower lip as he watches your pussy throb. His eyes are intense and focused, loving the sight of you falling apart for him. Because of him. He switches off the toy and your eyes widen in surprise. Surely he’s not stopping already? But all Marcus does is shrug off his suit coat and loosen his tie. You watch–with the same amount of intensity that he just had while staring at your pussy–as he rolls up his shirtsleeves, exposing his thick forearms.

“Saucy,” you tease. “That’s like, literal porn, what you’re doing right now.”

Marcus laughs as he finishes his task. “They were going to get in the way of what I’m about to do,” he says with a wry grin. He sits back against the headboard with his legs splayed and pulls you into the space between them until you’re resting back on his chest.

“What are you going to do?” you ask in mock-innocence.

“I promised you my fingers,” Marcus answers. “And you, sweetheart, are going to take everything I give you.”

You nod rapidly in agreement.

And he begins.

Marcus’s fingers are long and thick inside you as he swirls the little vibrator around your clit again. His breath is hot in your ear, his voice gravelly and deep as he talks you through it, egging you on. When you fall apart again, he growls softly at the feel of your cunt pulsing around him. He doesn’t let up with the toy, keeping it against your clit until you’re bucking against him, trying to squirm away from the feeling of too much. It only causes Marcus’s arm to band more tightly around you, holding you firmly against him, giving you no escape.

The constant buzz of the vibrator sends you into another orgasm, right after the last, and you sob pitifully as your arousal splashes out around Marcus’s fingers.

“Fuck, that’s perfect,” Marcus groans. “Do that again.”

“C-Can’t–” you whimper. “It’s–it’s too much, Marcus, I–” you try to close your legs, giving yourself some relief, but Marcus hooks one leg over yours and pulls you apart.

“I don’t think so,” he tuts. “You were being so good for me, don’t start misbehaving now.”

You gasp at the new position, with your legs spread even wider for him. Your head drops back on his shoulder as you buck uselessly against him again.

“Color?” Marcus asks softly in your ear.

Your response is automatic. “Green,” you say. “Green, I just–oh my God, Marcus.”

"Then be good for me," Marcus says, a smile coloring his words. He might be literally holding you down, but his voice is soft and gentle and full of affection for you. You know he only does this because he wants you to feel as good as possible. This was your idea, after all. One night, years ago, you had asked him if he would ever keep going even after you begged him to stop.

"Is that what you want?" Marcus had asked, all wide eyes and earnestness. "You want me to keep going no matter what? No matter how many times you tell me it's too much?"

You had agreed readily, with enthusiasm. Yes. Destroy me until there's nothing left. You always did want to be consumed by him.

And Marcus, in turn, was all too eager to consume. Once you had given him permission to take whatever he wanted, he didn't hold back. Had anyone ever told him he could have everything, before? Had anyone ever trusted him enough, wanted him enough, craved his touch so much that they wanted it even when it verged on the edge of what they could handle?

You lose track of time as you're set adrift in Marcus's arms. You lose track of how many times you fall apart for him. As insatiable as you are for Marcus, he never seems to tire of bringing you pleasure. You tremble and shake for him until your clit is puffy and sore and the bed is a mess, but the word red never comes close to falling from your lips.

Oh, you plead for him; whether it’s to stop or to keep going, you don’t know. It doesn’t make much of a difference, either way–it’s always met with soft, gentle encouragement in your ear, so at odds with the way Marcus has your legs trapped in a splayed position, forcing them open to make room for his fingers, which are reaching something so deep inside you that you think you might break apart. All too soon, you do. You break for him like the waves break against the rocks. You crash against him, all your molecules threatening to disperse but oh, Marcus is as strong and immovable as a cliff.

The little vibrator doesn’t move, even when your hand comes to uselessly try and bat it away. Marcus’s other hand halts your protest with fingers dripping in your arousal.

“C’mon, you can take it,” he insists. “Take it all for me.”

“No–” you whimper pitifully. “Nonononono–”

“That’s not going to work,” Marcus reminds you. “You know what to say.”

You whimper again and nod your understanding.

You still don’t say it.

“One more for me,” Marcus promises. “One more. Fuck, you’ve been so good for me, haven’t you? Do you know how many times you’ve come already?”

You give him a small shake of your head, and Marcus chuckles.

“Me neither,” he confesses softly into your skin. “Lost count around eight. But you’re gonna give me one more, aren’t you?”

Marcus presses the vibrator against you harder for emphasis, and you sob as you arch your back against him. “I can’t–”

“Yes you can,” Marcus interrupts. He plunges his fingers back inside you and you yelp, squirming in his lap, not sure if you want to get away from them or push them deeper inside you. His legs yank you wider in retaliation and his fingers press up against something devastating, fucking up into you with a ferocity you never would have guessed he would be capable of before you had gotten together.

When the dam finally breaks, each tired throb of your pussy is nearly intolerable, each clench aching, your entire body spent. Marcus works you through it with murmurs of yes, yes, that’s it, so fucking perfect until the vibrator turns off and you finally slump boneless against him.

Marcus arms encircle you and his lips press against any bit of skin he can reach, over and over, as he whispers to you.

“Shh, I know. I know, sweetheart. Fuck, I love you. You’re everything, you know that?” Marcus asks, his voice suddenly full of emotion. “I just want to give you everything. I want you to feel good, I–”

“You do,” you sigh tiredly in his ear. “Holy shit, you really do, Marcus.”

“Fuck, I’m aching,” Marcus groans. “Please, I need–”

“Show me,” you murmur. “Take what you need, I wanna see it–”

You find yourself being gently deposited on the pillows as Marcus hastily shucks his suit pants down and fists his own cock as he leans over you. Just as he’d said, it’s nearly purple and fucking dripping with precum, and he jerks himself furiously as you watch with wide eyes.

“Look what you… fucking… do to me,” Marcus pants, and in no time at all, he’s spilling hot ropes of come on your belly and tits with a broken groan.

Marcus’s eyes soften as he comes down, raking over your spent form with a familiar fondness that only comes from years of knowing someone so intimately. You give him a soft, satisfied smile, reaching up with a still-trembling hand to palm his cheek, and he grins boyishly, showing his teeth.

“What time is it?” you ask suddenly, realizing that the daylight outside your bedroom window has turned golden and the shadows have lengthened.

Marcus checks his phone and presses his lips together in a guilty sort of amusement. “It’s after five,” he announces, and you laugh.

“So much for our lunch break,” you remark. “It looks like we’re having it for dinner, instead.”

“So much for all that paperwork,” Marcus says, raising his eyebrows playfully.

“Fuck the paperwork,” you laugh.

“It’s important,” Marcus says with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Maybe you should stay home tomorrow, too.”

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