#i love depressive russian literature
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coffee caramels. spencer reid
this is my submission for the cm meet cute (or not) challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins ! i did VERY loose research on the stuff spencer sprouts off on because i am not our boy genius so sorry if there are any inaccuracies ':( this is my first time writing for spencer but i literally love it so much and i'd love to write more so plz flood my inbox with requests for him plzzz 😭
pairing: fem!reader x spencer reid
prompt: character sits next to a stranger in the theater, but the two end up bonding when there's a technical glitch.
warnings: slightly grumpy!reader and sunshine!spencer my fav trope <333 confident reader, reader makes the first move, spencer being a bbg and blushing a lot ;)) all the good stuff
word count: 2.7k
you arrived at the theater ten minutes early, bee-lined to the popcorn section and asked for extra butter. you loaded your oily popcorn up with coffee caramels and chocolate-covered coffee beans and bought a large coke. you walked in the theater, confident and fully armed with enough caffeine to hopefully keep you awake during the entire thing. you have tape in your bag to peel your eyes open just in case things go south, but you're confident enough to believe that it won't.
because it can't.
"aelita," your professor had said on friday, "is a russian phenomenon, and it is one of my top favorite films. considering how you are all in a russian literature class, i can make the safe assumption that you are all interested in russian culture."
now, not only were you in a russian literature class as an elective like two-thirds of your class, you were also a russian literature and poetry major. how you ended with that major baffles you and there hasn't been a day where you wanted to choose another major, but there hasn't been a day where you weren't depressed about your poor decision-making either. it's a battle you fight every day.
"aelita was first screened in 1924, and this year, next week, there will be a worldwide re-screening of the film in its originality, no edits, completely authentic, except with added subtitles for those who need it, of course," this was when your professor got very stern. "i want all of you to go and watch it. if you don't want to, fine, but there will be an assessment grade on this movie. this is not optional. i believe that the content of this movie is very true to our..."
at that point you had stopped listening, because you knew what your professor wanted you to do, and you dreaded doing it.
two hours, silent, black and white, russian film with subtitles. and you have to hang onto the movie's every word.
not your ideal saturday night plans, but for your academic career, you were willing to take that leap; looking like a sore loser at the empty theater with black framed glasses on instead of getting fucked up in someone's bathtub. it's fine. the partying was all up to the business majors anyway.
when you walked into the theater, it was, understandably, vacant, save for a couple men and women with graying hair or bald scalps and bad backs. you were clearly not the target audience. none of them had snacks on them either, and you felt awkward being the one responsible for the strong aroma of butter and coffee that stuffed the place the moment you walked in. a gentleman coughed in his hanker-chief and flared his nostrils. you were intimidated already.
you tracked down your seat and decided to not let any of it distract you. you needed a good grade on this assessment. you had already bombed your previous test on the imperial era; you don't need another bad grade stacked on top of it. you're acing this test, no matter what, and you're going to absorb this movie so well that it might as well be your favorite.
as you waited for the film to start, you munched on several of the coffee caramels, the caffeine slow to kick in. you shrugged it off. there's a whole bucket of sugar to fuel you through the film.
in midst of biting into a shelf of a chocolate-covered-coffee-bean, you heard a light thud and a hiss, and the quiet muttering of "i'm good, ow." an old man by the stairs called out;
"you alright, son?"
"yes sir," the man said. despite being alright, he was limping to his seat, and you watched him attentively, for there wasn't much else for you to observe. he limped closer and closer to you by row, ticket in his hand and checking the letters on the rows. he stopped at your row, and then walked crookedly and settled down in the seat right next to you.
you chewed on your popcorn as you directed your attention somewhere else, your determination slightly deflated. the film was late into starting, but you were still going strong.
"oh wow," you heard the man mumbled next to you, and looked over to see what he was talking about, nosy. but he was looking at you.
"what?" you said indignantly, immediately dropping the oily popcorn in your hand and wiping at your mouth, feeling oddly self-conscious. but mostly irritated. you'd say you hid your whiplash pretty well when you saw how pretty the man was when you looked over at him. you were so smooth with it. "chocolate on my face?"
"what? oh, no," the man breathed out a small laugh. he's got a soft, shy voice that got your insides feeling like broken tomato bits.
"then what?" you demanded, but not too authoritatively because you didn't want to chase him away. you kept it cool and in control. totally. it was hard to find eye candy in quantico, and the last place you would expect to find someone so pretty is in the theater for a fucking silent film.
even though it was dark, you could still catch the bright blush that crept up the man's neck, but it might be because he felt hot under all those layers. seriously, he was dressed like your grandpa, sweater vest, tie, collared shirt and all, but it was tied together in some kind of way that made it work, and it was the way the man carried himself that made him look youthful in all those ancient clothing.
"nothing," he ducked his head away, "i was just talking out loud."
you didn't have to be sherlock holmes to know that he was lying. "you liar," you accused, wiping your hand even more aggressively over your face. "i do have something on my face, don't i? just tell me if i do!"
"you don't have anything on your face!" he said, an indecisive and uncracked smile playing on his lips. you grumbled and turned back to look at the screen, still waiting for the film to start, popping candy in your mouth. in was silent for a merciful while, until the man said, "did you know that dmitri shostakovich conducted the music for this film and during its first showings in leningrad since the film was silent he came personally and played the piano whenever the soundtrack would be playing?"
you hummed. no you did not.
"i was surprised when i saw you, you don't look over sixty at all," the man continued. you didn't know how to take this piece of information as a compliment or an insult. "whenever i come to these things, it's only me who doesn't have grey hair. well, some people dye it, which looks pretty obvious because you can't really hide age, y'know?"
usually you'd be annoyed. very annoyed, in fact, you'd switch seats to be away from the guy. but this one's got a nice voice, and the moment he sat down you caught a scent to him immediately, that old cashmere and cotton scent that comes from old, thrifted clothes that you'll find dug deep somewhere in your grandmother's basement or in vintage stores, and sugar cookies and mint and coffee. it's a good smell, is all. you weren't being creepy about it.
"i'm not over sixty," you assured him. "just scraping twenty-two."
"oh! i'm twenty-two too!" the man said excitedly. he had child's glee to him, which you found more endearing than annoying. you didn't know why. you didn't know why you were still sitting with the man instead of scurrying three rows away like you would have normally the moment any stranger tried to attempt small talk with you.
maybe you were a changed woman.
"how crazy," you mused. you didn't sound half as interested or excited as the man did, but he had most definitely got your undivided attention. you nature tells you to not show it.
"how did you hear about this movie? i tried to get some of my friends to watch it with me, but none of them were too interested...except emily, she's usually more interested because she can speak russian but she got plans this weekend," his face fell into a thoughtful frown at the end, and the clockwork in your brain started to turn at the mention of 'emily.' was that his girlfriend? special lady? you shouldn't be googling, then.
"my professor created an assessment for this movie," at the man's inquiring look, you explained further, "it's for my russian lit class."
his eyes shone like a fucking diamond at that, as if russian lit was the most exciting thing he had ever heard of in his life. you could tell that you were looking at the kind of guy who would decline a party full of seniors to go read a dictionary at home. "is that like an elective you take? 'cause it's a subject that fascinates me a lot, but the demand for it is so slim that--"
he was cut off by the movie finally starting and flickering to life. you turned away immediately, eyes focused and attention zeroed onto the introduction screen. screw the pretty boy for now, you thought, you might as well pack your things and go back to your hometown if you fuck up this movie's assessment. it needed your attention.
black and white and grimy, a pretty font wrote 'aelita, adapted by alexei tolstoy.' but as soon as the film started, the picture quickly collapsed, blurring and then fading into black. with the audience being so small, there wasn't much commotion but whispers of confusion began to arise as the lights began to bleed more yellow, lighting up the theater more. it was as if the movie was over.
"sorry folks," a voice came from the grainy megaphone above all of them. "some trouble with the tape. we are trying our best, but not sure of our luck. all tickets will be refunded if bought online or you bring your ticket to us for a mark so you can present your current ticket right now at the next showing. thanks for your patience."
you looked exaggeratedly around, and the man in the sweater vest next to you looked equally as disappointed.
"my professor is not going to believe me," you muttered under your breath, but the man caught it anyway and chuckled quietly. you looked down at your still full bucket of popcorn and your large coke. you glanced over to the man next to you, not too smart things lottering around in your head. you travel through the subway, and the ride to your street is not until two hours. you weren't going to spend it morosely eating popcorn in the waiting lobby.
"is emily your girlfriend?" you asked suddenly. there was no point in being shy. the man's mouth unhinged from his jaw immediately, and you stared at him. his cheeks quickly stained an innocent pink.
"what?" he squeaked, his voice a higher pitch, caught off-guard. "no! no, she-she's my coworker!" he sounded almost offended.
this took you by surprise. you didn't know people who were close to their coworkers existed. "so you don't have a girlfriend?"
the blush on the man's face kept getting brighter and brighter. you bit your lip to keep from smiling like a fool. with how endeared you were by him, it's strange to think that you don't even know his name yet. it was rare for you to really be so mindful and think such soft things about somebody, especially to a stranger.
you were a changed woman. but maybe it's because of the coffee caramels messing with your head. sugar and caffeine tend to do that.
"no," the man said, then cleared his throat. he was fiddling with his fingers, an obvious stim. "no, i don't have a girlfriend."
"sweet," you grinned, "then no one would mind if i take you on a date, would they?"
he choked and got engulfed in a coughing fit, bending over in his seat. the red of his sweater vest nearly blinded you but you patted his back supportively. when his coughing ceased and he sat back up again, his eyes avoided yours for a while as he fought to keep the redness in his face down before he looked at you again.
"so?" you raised your eyebrow. "the night doesn't wait, pretty boy."
the nickname just slipped out of your mouth, and you cringed at the weight of it. how out of pocket. you were going to go home and contemplate this conversation later. but right now, you were trying to take out probably the sweetest looking boy you've ever seen, and that was a more important matter as of.
"okay," he said, and that was that.
"okay," you repeated. "let's start with finishing this, yeah?" you looked down at your bothersomely big bucket of popcorn. "we can walk to the park and eat it and feed it to the ducks."
"actually, it's not safe for ducks to consume popcorn because it causes digestive issues especially if consumed in large quantities and disrupts their natural diet," the man recited matter-of-factly, blinking at you obliviously as if he just didn't acted like a fucking android. you huffed out a laugh. handsome and smart. pretty much a package deal.
"the popcorn will be just for us then," you promised, standing up. he followed suit, as a lone line of people started to exit the theater. "i hope you aren't a serial killer in disguise," you said jokingly, but not really, because that was a genuine threat. he laughed. it was a sweet, syrupy sound that you could soak up and not get sick of for a long time.
"that's ironic," he mumbled, and it flew past your head, you being too busy maneuvering out of the rows.
"what was that?"
"nothing," he smiled, bright and easy. the initial nervousness was already beginning to melt away. when you were side by side, his hand accidentally brushed yours and when you looked up at him, he was already looking another way, pretending to be distracted by the movie posters but the red in his ears and neck gave it away. you smiled to yourself and grabbed his hand, holding your bucket of popcorn in the other.
"i forgot," you said, suddenly. his head whipped around to face you, but not before lingering his gaze at your intertwined hands. "i didn't get your name."
it was a foolish thing to say, you were holding a man's hand and you were pressed up side-by-side against him and you don't even know his name. he smiled softly, though, like he didn't mind. "i'm spencer reid."
"i'm y/n y/l/n."
"hi y/n," spencer said. you exited the theater and he started slightly swinging your joined hands. you laughed, the popcorn and candy in the bucket rattling and threatening to spill but you didn't care. "i'm a little disappointed," he said, pouting a little bit, bottom lip jutting out. "i was excited for the movie."
you breathed out an incredulous laugh. what a guy.
"i wasn't," you said, honestly. yours and spencer's arms were still swinging, and you resisted the uncharacteristic giggle bubbling at your throat. "rather be doing this instead." unexpected date at the park with a pretty boy in a red sweater vest or a boring silent film? the answer sounded pretty obvious to you.
"hm," spencer hummed, amused. "i guess i can catch the movie some other time."
"you can catch it with me," you blurted, and it sounded too early to say. you haven't had a proper conversation with the guy yet, you didn't know what he does and how he is, you didn't know whether or not he has a cat or a dog or a parrot or a ferret or if his room is kept tidy or messy, and you didn't know how much you were going to like him once the night is over. asking for a second date when the first one hadn't even started felt like too much, but it also felt like the right thing to say.
and if it's right, it's good enough for you.
spencer smiled shyly. when you turned right on the street, he pulled you back by your hand and redirected you left. "let's go the scenic route," he said, casually, and you could tell by the magenta tinge in his cheeks and the way he was firmly looking forward, avoiding your eyes that he wasn't feeling as casual as he sounded.
"want some of my popcorn?" you offered, feeling the large bucket was burdening you.
"oh, no thanks," spencer said. "i'm sure the pigeons will appreciate it more than me."
"does popcorn ruin their digestive system and disrupt their natural diet, too?"
spencer popped a large grin. it sat beautiful on his pretty face. "you listened," he said happily, and it felt like a large airbag had just inflated in your lungs. "no, i think pigeons are too used to picking our food, especially those in the city," a long pause, and "in fact, pigeons have a stronger digestive system than most birds due to adaptation, but the strongest out of all of them are vultures, whose stomach acid are so strong it doesn't get sick e eating rotten and bacteria-infested meats."
you hummed. you wished you had paid closer attention to what he said, but instead you paid attention to the smooth sound of his voice and how nice it sounded. well. you'll get there one day.
#i didnt mean to finish this that quick but i just saw the prompt and got so inspired i went a lil crazy#mentioningmargins#spencer reid#criminal minds#cm#dr spencer reid#criminal minds fanfic#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fluff#fluff#meet cute#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid oneshot#criminal minds x reader#spencer reid x you#criminal minds fic#my works
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tora aikawa / twisting tiger headcanons/rewriting/etc.
(march/11/1990)
pisces sun | virgo moon | aquarius rising
INFP - 9w8 - sx/so - 974 - ESI - RLUAI - EFVL - Melancholic-Phlegmatic
general headcanons:
• trans masc, he/him, gayace,
• nobody cares but his sexuality headcanons were made by me when i was mad at wattpad bitches infantalizing him and making him their uwu japanese anime boyfriend,
• also he is little gremlin man before anybody start treating him as omg so cute trans boy hahaha gay baby. nah, he will kick you directly in the balls (even if you don't have them) and he will do this with pleasure,
• as a kid he was creepypasta enjoyer (he tortured miko with them when he was trying to sleep),
• philosophy nerd, not only into "asian philosophy", but philosophy in general. marxism, stoicism, nihilism, epicureanism, etc. everything,
• he reads this big fucking books weighing tons and they are always the craziest shit ever like "the idiot" by fyodor dostoevsky,
• i think he is russian literature fan in general,
• i think he had something that we could describe as depressive episodes, but he was never diagnosed with it til adulthood. and to be honesg tiger himself thought that everyone have felt something like that from time to time,
• probably has light ptsd,
• his friendships with nakama players (besides his and miko bond) aren't that strong like they used to. this is "when both of you start to distancing from each other and you become strangers to each other" situation, (he misses them)
• he self expressing himself very often in form of his new tricks, but also in his writing (he has a lot of notebooks with multiple essays),
• loves cartoons,
• <energy drinks3,
• he has keyhole top surgery type of scars,
• he become strika member after his whole transition journey,
• when doc got his medical results he was a little bit confused bcs birth certificate said that tiger is afab, so he informed coach about it,
• some day after training coach took tiger aside and told him that if anybody's gonna have problem with his identity, he will talk to them and he also asked tiger if he was capable of informing him or doc about his problems/health,
• rasta was first to know, bcs he and tiger went out for a beer together once and tiger started pointing out on his chest and telling a whole story totally drunk. the next day rasta walked up to him and asked in friendly-jokingly way is it safe for him to remove his muscle breasts, to which tiger replied with laugh,
• besides rasta, coach and doc. shakes, klaus and probably whole reserve players bench know about him,
• y'all will eat me (for speaking the truth) but matador, joe and north don't know about the fact that he is trans. bcs north definitely says f/aggot at least once a day, el is this cis lgb+ stereotype in tigers eyes (even tho matador doesn't care about gender identity, if you are hot, then you are hot and you will have to deal with his interest in you) and joe may perceive tiger differently when he would come out (again, this is how tiger feels about him),
• he is very critical of the sigma male trend and whole "sigma" idea in general, he even done a research and watched and read american psycho and fight club (yeah ik this is so random),
• idealist. he is close with his feelings and morality, so he assumes very often that everyone controls their own emotions like him,
• he is both idealist and skeptic,
• texts >>>>>>> voice messages/video calls,
• had religion crisis,
• he develops his trust to people very slowly,
• has mulitple accounts on twitter and makes the best trolling posts out there,
• he has decent knowledge about politics,
• watches kdramas when bored,
• he was wearing brackets in the past,
• has a lot of collections (like gadgets from chips' wrappers, TALISMANS, jewelry, figurines), but he is not obsessed about them,
• has tattoos like this:
• DEFINITELY HAS SOMETHINGG FROM HYPERMOBILITY SPECTRUM. that's why he is so flexible.
throught the series (og tv show, rewriting):
• [—] is waiting to be completed.
relationship with:
• miko: ik a lot of you ships them, but they are platonic to me.
they are like brothers. sometimes they fight for dear life and the other time they send each other funny memes at 3 am. in my head, both of them didn't have a great family dynamic, so they stayed together late at night.
miko was more easy going, so he was always worried about tiger when something happened to him. they aren't ashamed to show their love to each other.
• inyo: when they were kiddos she truly loved him in the most sisterly way you can think of. both of them are very careful when it comes to developing relations so they become very important to each other. it hurt when they had no contact with each other for years and then they become super league enemies (they never even have a talk after this).
• rasta: tiger is welcomed in rasta's house and tiger is always open to do something for rasta in return. buddies.
• cool joe: its complicated. on the one hand they are good friends and joe considers tiger as one of the most normal mates in their team, but they still have that unresolved tension that prevents them from deepening their relationship further.
• others: ?
fashion headcanons:
• smokey eye makeup supremacy,
• TW SCARYASS PRINTED SHIRT. he wears t-shirts with the most obscure shit on them
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• his style is something between grunge, gothic and alt,
• he wears platform shoes to look taller than he actually is,
• some examples of his fits:
music headcanons:
• soft rock!! (car seat headrest is his beloved), j-pop, mcr & bôa.
NSFW:
• had a tdick at the time when he was playing for nakama,
• is into t4t relationships, bcs every cis gay guy he had thing for were super weird about him and either have had internalized transphobia or specific fantasies that crossed his boundaries of comfort,
• tldr give this man a trans bf so he could have the most non sexual intercourse.
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Classic Literature Sexyperson Tournament; Round 1
propaganda:
Grendel's mother:
she's strong. she's vengeful. she's immune to regular swords. she lives at the bottom of a lake. what's not to love
Raskolnikov:
Murderer + pathetic wet beast personality = perfect sexyman
tropes: angst (very sad and pathetic), european (russian), burton (very creepy), capitalist (kills two women for money), criminal (murderer), egotistical (deadass did the whole “i didn’t kill them, but IF i did” to a POLICE OFFICER), long coat/hat, neurodivergent coded (there is SOMETHING with him, but def anxiety/depression), obsessive (idolizes Napolean), pale twink (that man is SICKLY, SKINNY, and PALE), pathetic (do i have to explain?), religious imagery (dunno too much but nihilism vs religion plays a huge part in his development), smartdumb (went to college, but dumb enough to think he can get away with murder), tall, thin, traitor (to his loved ones), unkept, villain protagonist
also he has an article
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Tagging game
Tagged by @bimbomcgee
Nickname: Kat, or Katy! Rom or Hina if you are very intimate with me and Rina if you want to be dead instantly
Sign: You really have any doubts? It's fuckin' Aries, binch!
Height: Boring generic 165 cm (5'4''). I love extremities, I'd love to be either very short or very tall.
Last thing I googled: 'Elden Ring Alberich face data'. Look at these mfers and tell me they are not implied to be related, especially considering that they are both big people in regards to Roundtable Hold:
Bonus - at first I misread this field as 'last thing I DOODLED' so here you can look at the result of me and Val having been drawing on Whiteboard and him mishearing me say "they added shapes" as "they added apes":
Sorry for NFT Boc everyone </3
Amount of sleep: From 4 hours to 4, it depends. I love consistency.... xD
Dream job: I want to work with plants... I just want to tend to flowers. Unfortunately spots like this are seldom open. Alternatively, I'd love a boring office job with buncha boring documents and high salary. Just take me somewhere where I won't have to interact with people -_-" You think I am not very social online, but in real life I get aggroed when a person I am not pals with as much as says my name!
Wearing: I am in my pajamas because it is 9 AM and I need to go to job soon! It is silly light blue one with pink flowers :3
Movies/books/media that summarize you: I used to have more interesting answer, but at this point my personality IS Soulsb0rne. I don't have to elaborate, just have a discussion with me that last longer than 10 minutes and you will understand. (and also probably go insane xD) However, if you really want to understand me well, you should also be familiar with Undert4le and Delt4rune, and also Mad0ka (ESPECIALLY Magia Record) and Gravity F4lls!
Favorite song: I don't have favourite song of all times, and in general it's been years of me not listening to music as it should be and instead abusing music as a podcast while drawing... This is one of the favourites since childhood tho:
youtube
Why it was so hard to find the subbed version... т.т
Instrument: None, but I often have dreams of playing piano! Makes sense because it is like, a dream haha.. hah
Aesthetic: It used to be all flowers and nature and blooming but Bloodb0rne seriously skewed it towards water and space and eldrich abominations.....
Favorite author: Lmao I don't read sorry dfshfsdhfd xD Focus issues! I read a couple of sentences and end up thinking of them from every possible angle, imagine every possible scenario, put them through my own memories and feelings..... and hella time sips away. Rom has MANY eyes, she should scrutinise the concept with EACH of them @_@ However, Dostoevsky and Bulgakov really pulled me <3 Dostoevsky has absolutely unrivaled fucking Russian depression in his works that I haven't found elsewhere, and Bulgakov just.. pulled religious themes so well, and I love his fucking CHARACTERS, so iconic xd If you read Master and Margarita you'll get it! (Crow I know you here LOVE classic Russian literature!)
random fun fact: I am in the walking distance from the sea! x) Could not have had it any other way, haha.
I tag: (You tagged some of our mutuals now already I guess?) @wikipedianna @lizteaart @val-of-the-north @saint--adeline @jarognieva @cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme @bobbyzombiegg @greenblueyulum
#tag game#dash commentary#thanks for the tag!#it was fun and now i am recycling that edgy song xD#personal#Youtube
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Depression makes a man do stupid things and here is what I did. Peter Lorre tier list, all movies (well the ones that were available online and in a language I could understand), all characters ranked in a highly scientific way. Feel free to defend your blorbos, but know this I’m right, you’re wrong, SHUDDUP!! (This is a reference I hope y’all get, but in any case do feel free to defend your blorbos I wanna hear y’alls takes.)
My reasonings under the cut. Enter, but be warned it truly is my twisted sick mind down there. If you scroll down long enough to see the Shining reference, I love you.
Bildreporter Johnny (F.P.1 antwortet nicht): No, no, no, no, no, no! Highly unfuckable look! Why does he look like an old man and a baby at the same time??? I can’t do this!!
Mr. Kentaro Moto (Mr. Moto Series): Racism. I’m sorry, I can’t. Absolutely hate it. Shit tier. Same goes with the movies. I only really liked Mr. Moto’s Gamble, which I found out was actually a Charlie Chan script asdfghjkl
Stephen Danel (Island of Doomed Men): Slave owner. Killed a monkey. Was kind of okay with his wife tho, until the end, I guess they needed a reason to off him.
Roderick Raskolnikov (Crime and Punishment): I’m putting him down on the list, because I read Crime and Punishment and the movie is way too ‘Murican. Already the names were bastardized and as someone who loves Russian literature I just can’t deal with that shit. He was okay, but ehhh… (The 1970 movie is way better, and Taratorkin is the best Rashkolnikov, fucking fight me.)
Nikolai Zaleshoff (Background to Danger): Again, butchering Russian names. Not even a patronymic. Kind of a caricature as well with all of the vodka drinking. And again he gets shot and for what??
Sergeant Berger (The Cross of Lorraine): I’m stronger. I will resist. The scene where he blows the cigarette smoke into the guy’s face and kicks him does things to me. I will admit. But that man is a nazi and I cannot in good consciousness put him anywhere else, but shit tier.
Captain Chang (They Met in Bombay): Glark Cable tolerable?? In my movie?? More likely than you think. Did not like the racism again. The beard is nice, so he goes slightly higher than shit tier.
Baron Ikito (Invisible Agent): He gets put in a slightly higher tier than shit tier only, because of the last line in the movie that made me very very gay. “I can make an honorable man out of you” like you can’t make him say shit like that I’m already a weak little homosexual!!
Hilary Cummins (The Beast With Five Fingers): This may be a surprise, but listen, hear me out, I have reasons. I cannot deal with an Astrology bitch. Like, yeah I also like to read my horrorscope every now and then, and I’m a Satanist, but I don’t vibe with that shit, he is too obsessed. Not every gay is gonna be into Asstrology. Also I cannot moan the name Hilary while giving this man dick without thinking of the Clinton woman. Also Cummins??? That’s an OnlyEnemies name. PS. The movie was bad when the hand turned out to be fake.
Julius O’Hara (Beat The Devil): Oh, no I’m not vibing with the hair again. I’m not into it. Loved his bullshitting, even if he is not very good at lying.
Conseil (20,000 Leagues Under the Sea): Liked seeing him together with my rich successful uncle Lukács, and had some nice fits in the movie, but it’s only slightly above shit tier. Saw tentacles, but got nothing. Absolutely disappointed.
Ahmed (Five Weeks in a Balloon): Racism again. Love his rainbow colored pants. The fez does nothing for me. Because of the earring he gets put higher than shit tier.
Pawlitschek (Bomben Auf Monte Carlo): He’s cute. He knows how to cook. Its fucking goulash of course, but ugggh fine I’ll eat it. Look I love you I’ll eat it. Fucking tourist food that no self-respecting Hungarian is going to touch. It’s just fucking soup.
Otto Fuesslli (What Women Dream Of): He is adorable. Clearly faking that piano play, but he sings like an angle. Docking points for being a cop tho. I’m sorry, but in this house we ain’t fucking cops.
Maj. Sigfried Gruning (Lancer Spy): Okay, I’m conflicted. Not sold on the hair, or the mustache, but I’m a military man, I love a uniform, he has a sword. (Babygirl you wanna see my sword~?) Uhhh… he also doesn’t do much in the movie.
Louis ‘The Dope’ Monteau (I’ll Give a Million): Adowable. A dumb baby. And that is why he only gets put in mid tier. Too cute for my taste. Still good for him and all the other poor homeless guys for pulling off the scam of the century on the rich bastards. Respect.
Polo (I Was An Adventuress): Same problem with Louis. He has too much boi energy. Every time I see that image where he looks up with them big ol’ eyes all I can think about is that meme the “Bitch use your words I don’t speak bottom”.
The Stranger (The Stranger on The Third Floor): Okay… uhm… this is a though one… There’s not much info on The Stranger, we don’t even know his name, we only know that he is mentally ill and killed a man. We all have our faults. I mean in this day and age who isn’t mentally ill and killed at least one person. So… mid tier. Like his scarf tho.
Paul Hyde (Mr. District Attorney): The way he got shot was bullshit. What the fuck was that about?? I hardly even remember this movie.
Joel Cairo (The Maltese Falcon): Okay… I gotta confess… I fucking hate the Maltese Falcon. There I said it. It just rubs me the wrong way that in book context and Hays code movie context Joel is gay and gets beaten up the most. Like finally a highly canon gay one for me and I get this home of phobia. Fuck this. Also I do not like Bogart and I think this movie started it lol.
Pepi (All Through the Night): I’mma get shit for this. But… but… hear me out… sometimes a man thinks with his dick and not with his brain. This is one of them. When he shows up at the bar, dressed up all nice, smoking his little cigarette… I’m weak. And yes I know he is a nazi, but I could fix him. I could fuck the fascism out of him. If not… well… //cocks gun// Mid tier, because I can’t put him higher than that. If not for the fascism he would be A tier.
Jan Bernazsky (The Conspirators): I remember nothing from this movie. I think he was a red herring. He goes in mid.
Slimane (Casbah): Casablanca the musical. Getting very gay vibes from Slimane. Why are you a detective? To catch other men. To hold them close after you shoot them. Wow faggy. Anyway, a bit conflicted and had to dock points, because again cop.
Toady (Rope of Sand): I only watched this movie, because Claude Rains is the same height as me and I was hoping to see them stand next to each other, so I can visualize the height difference. Got a very nice homosexual cig lit scene from it. I have no recollection of the movie besides that scene, but he looks fine.
Japanese Steward on the S.S. Carnatic (Around the World in Eighty Days): I can’t fuck a man on a boat I’ll get sea sick.
Kurt Bergner (The Buster Keaton Story): Were you channeling some other asshole director from your life? You looked like you knew what you were doing? Anyway, would fuck just so I could get my start in the movie industry, but this relationship ain’t gonna last longer than a headline.
Brankov (Silk Stockings): Glorious Technicolor~ I have issues with this movie. It’s the inferior Ninotchka. The Russian names are once again butchered. The dancing is nice. Go white boy, fuck up the dance floor!! Nothing else to say about it really.
Abdul (The Sad Sack): Mon petite~! If I justified Pepi being in mid-tier, I can do the same for Abdul. He was eager to kill Jerry Lewis’ character and I think the movie would have benefited from it. Still he can’t go higher, because of the… ehh… Hollywood racism. He would be top fucking tier otherwise.
Skeeter (The Big Circus): Not into clowns. (A contradictory statement. If you know you know.)
Montresor (Tales of Terror): I’m in a predicament, because I’m a cat lover and this man was mean to a cat. He is very hot tho. Sorry, babes, but you gotta go into the mid rankings. Also fix your alcohol problem, I cannot let Freud win.
Hans Beckert (M): Okay, this is going to be controversial putting the child murderer so high up on the list, but consider this. He is so pathetic when he gets thrown down the stairs that I just can’t not fuck him. I’m also willing to look past that besides murder he also probably did other things too (yeah that’s a bit harder to get past eugh…). The murder I’m fine with tho. I’m very often locked in a train car with screaming children and I mean that would make anyone start whistling the tune of Edvard Grieg’s In the Hall of the Mountain King. My dick could fix him, but if he wants to murder a child every now and then. I’m all for it.
Redakteur Stix (Die Koffer des Herrn O.F.): This man fucks. And I do mean HE fucks. Polo and Louis wish they were like Stix. He goes into A tier for terrorizing a whole town, getting laid, and getting the girl. Would you like to get the boy as well, hun~?
The General (Secret Agent): This look is absolute horrid… I fucking love it. For someone who is known to be a mustache lover I don’t ever want to see Peter with one. (I’m the one who wears the mustaches in this relationship.) This is an exception tho. It’s a gay disaster look. It’s so bad it’s hot. Extra points for the earring. (The ending to that movie was absolute bullshit tho. General your gun!!)
Prof. Sturm (Nancy Steele Is Missing!): I love it when he is a manipulative little bastard. Also he could have gotten away with it if it weren’t for someone having morals and loving his stolen adoptive child. Absolutely disgusting. The mustache and the glasses combo are acceptable (even if he looks like one of my high school teachers).
M’sieu Pig (Strange Cargo): The other incel. I’m docking points, because for most of the movie I had to watch Clark Gable be a misogynist and I already hate him. All this just to eyeball Peter Lorre… Anyway I would make that piggy squeal. A tier, but only because he shows off a bit of chest hair.
Fenninger (You’ll Find Out): Not particularly fond of this look. I like it better when his hair is a bit messy. Is one third of an evil gay polycule, so points to that. And also the long cig holder. Very gay, hun. And who can forget the og teeth. Would still drag my tongue across those chompers I don’t care what anyone says. (Mainly, because I also have similar fucked up looking messy teeth.)
Signor Ugarte (Casablanca): I’m putting him only in A tier, because he killed nazis at the start of the movie and is a desperate little homo, which is a trait I very much relate to. But Bogart… really… honey you could do so much better. Seriously y’all look me in the eye and tell me that Bogart is hot, when he plays these asshole characters. I’ll wait. Besides I’m right here. I’m ready to top you babe.
Marius (Passage To Marseilles): Love a man who is honest and proud of his professional achievements. And is very much good with his hands hello~ Dies (seriously why???) while fighting nazis. A bit of a scraggly look, but I love it. I also had to look up pics for this and turtlenecks make any man look slutty… and sir… your tits!! I need to feel them through the fabric~ Or just in general~
Dr. Einstein (Arsenic and Old Lace): He is a cute pathetic little meow meow. I want to (the following sentence had to be censored due to violating the Hays code). I am putting him only in A tier, because he is too popular, but I feel like that’s a personal bias.
Johannes Koenig (Hotel Berlin): Again a nice scraggly look. I love it~ He does get his shit together by the end and that’s good, but I wish he’d kept the five o’clock.
Contreras (Confidential Agent): I love a man who hates his job. So relatable. He does a big no no with being a sellout to the fascists, but he gets his just desserts and surprising doesn’t die from a gun, but a heart attack (and they pull a Weekend at Bernie’s with his corpse later on). He is really pathetic and I cannot control myself.
Johnny West (Three Strangers): //heavy breathing// I want him!! Finally a romantic role!! Babygirl yes!! I know you could do it!! If only you also took the money!!!!!!!!! For that last one he goes into A tier and not higher.
Gino (The Chase): Show off more of that chest hair, slut!! I would also not let this man drive (not that I can either). Besides babes the backseat has more space~
Nick (Quicksand): Blackmailing is fun when it’s not happening to you~ Also if we get together I could probably play the games for free. That’s a plus.
Paynter (Double Confession): This man was so desperate for approval. And y’all cannot tell me that he and Charlie weren’t a bit more than friends. Oh a man saves you and now you would do murders for him (except he’s a loser and is not okay with murder). Babe ditch him I would let you kill people for me. I’m not a pussy.
Dr. Karl Rothe/Dr. Karl Neumeister (The Lost One): Babygirl you have some deep rooted psychological issues that you should get checked out. Still, here’s my number. Call me, when you feel like choking me out, but not in a killing way. (Or maybe in a killing way, depends on how I feel.)
Colonel John Miguel Orlando Arragas (Congo Crossing): The straights looked at each other once and immediately kissed, so that set the tone for me. Anyway he is a cop, but he does do the right thing at the end, but still a cop. The uniform is nice. Doesn’t like his job much, so that’s kind of sexy. Eh, you know, what A tier. He is the exception. (I do hope he doesn’t expect me to say his entire name while I’m d(HAYS CODE) him down and making him swallow my (HAYS CODE).)
Nero (The Story of Mankind): Listen, I have some kinks… if you read my writings you know… I’m also drawn to a man with power, and money, and insanity. (I’m also really glad he didn’t have the chin beard like the real Nero, because that’s a deal breaker.)
Smiley (Scent of Mystery): Absolutely disappointed that this movie didn’t have a Dora the Explorer segment where the characters turn to the screen and ask the viewer if they can guess the mystery scent. Anyway hot. I love a man who knows how to be crafty regarding his job. Cheating, stealing, lying, all traits that make a honest Hungarian. Even stole someone’s wife just for the heck of it. Oh, honey~ Only A tier, because I can’t see this relationship going further than some fun in the backseat, but that’s probably enough.
Comm. Lucius Emery (Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea): He has a pet shark and wears a uniform. I’m already undoing my belt. This movie was… mmm… not good tho.
Dr. Adolphus Bedlo (The Raven): He is an abusive drunk parent. But he is so wet and pathetic. Frued won, I really am just gonna get together with someone who is like my dad (the real one not Béla).
Mr. Strangdour (Muscle Beach Party): He is the strongest man alive and yet I, his silly little kitten get to top him. My only problem with him is that I cannot for the life of me remember his name for some reason so I guess he just gotta deal with being called Sourdough and Stroganoff for the rest of his life. My concern is that his stupid kid is gonna walk in one day and go “Oh, you guys are wrestling, who’s winning? 8D” and I don’t want to deal with that.
Abbott (The Man Who Knew Too Much): He is evil, he is cunning, he has a neat little hair stripe just like me! Would also kill a child, which I personally don’t think is a terrible trait (as we saw earlier). Absolute snack! Baby I’ll be your dragon, I’ll be your right hand arm-man, your silly little homo eye candy!
Dr. Gogol (Mad Love): My favorite incel!! I wanna crack his bald head open with my canines like a hardboiled egg, call him a pathetic loser, and pin him against a wall and tongue him down! But seriously the man is the equivalent of a Reddit user, he has money tho, and if I could be his kept man, I wouldn’t mind.
Colonel Gimpy/Baron Rudolph Maximillian Tagger (Crack-Up): That scene where the plane is crashed into the ocean and his hair is wet and he looks up straight into the camera… //fans self// H-hewwo… daddy… sorry… daddy… sorry… Yeah, top tier. No question.
János ‘Johnny’ Szabó (The Face Behind The Mask): I refuse to use anything, but the correct Hungarian spelling, fuck you Hollywood. Kinda meh about him before the accident, way too happy and optimistic for my liking. I like a man who is bitter and ready to kill. Also something about masks just gives people a certain allure. Gets extra points for being the only Hungarian character Peter ever played and judging from the letter he writes back home, Johnny actually knows the language haha. I wouldn’t have to translate him my stupid memes, we could just switch back and forth. Domestic bliss.
Dr. Arthur Lorencz (The Boogie Man Will Get You): Top fucking tier! The most guy ever! He is a politician, he sells snake oil, he is a doctor, and also the town sheriff, cat lover, gay! Is there something this man can’t do! Love him!
Fritz Bercovy (The Constant Nymph): I know that in the book the character is supposed to be a very antisemitic caricature, but I think it was rewritten in the movie. Also I tried multiple times to check how old Toni is, but I only kept finding it for Tessa, so I’mma just gonna give him the benefit of the doubt and say that Fritz is not a groomer, unlike Lewis. With all that out of the way, I have a confessions to make. This character sent me over the edge and I did a Peter Lorre expy in my novel. I am weak. I saw him in the fur with the cane (and the whole club was looking at her) and… he really be doing boyfriend cosplay with one of my main characters. Also he has money and is willing to spend it on his SO, so… //twirls hair// I’d love to be a kept man~
Cornelius Leyden (The Mask of Dimitrios): This man was put on this wretched Earth to wear bowties and by Lucifer he makes them look good. Also he has little gray hairs on the side. And glasses!!! //heavy breathing// I need to make him scream my name all through the night!
Peter Lorre (Hollywood Canteen): That’s just my mans! That’s just my guy! That’s just my husband! My sweet cheese! My rotten soldier! My good time BOI! How could I not put him at the top? (Disclaimer: The only one topping that man is me ayyyy)
Marko (Black Angel): This man really cannot sit normally, huh. Anyway, he was hot, fruity, and a loving father. And the movie wasn’t bad either. I was actually rooting for the straights in this one.
Victor Emmric (The Verdict): Oh, he is husband material. He is a morbid little bastard, and is also romantic. A bit on the drunk side, but I don’t care. He’s hot. Would love to do art trades with him.
Kismet (My Favourite Brunette): This man is MY favourite brunette. My nasty boyfriend who holds me at knife point and spits in my mouth and calls me his bitch~ (Is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me~) I would also help this man get his citizenship.
Peter Lorre (Meet Me in Las Vegas): People who say that they are only into him when he is young and slim are weak as fuck. Oh, so just because this man is old and fat and his biological clock is not ticking anymore you don’t wanna try and get him preganant anymore??? Move over!! I’ll give this man evil milk (read: cum).
Commissioner Lamoret (Hell Ship Mutiny): I love a man who absolutely hates his job and just wants an easy life and is also willing to murder a child for it. We have so much in common~ And with my help, we would have gotten away with it. We’d be spending retirement in Bora Bora, baybeh.
Felix Gillie (The Comedy of Terrors): You see that man? That man, is my husband. We are married. He supports me and I support him. I would lie in the coffin that he made for me. I know that most peeps fall for him in Arsenic, well I’m different. I have the Father Issues and I want stability and I feel like Felix would give that to me.
Morgan Heywood (The Patsy): He was suffering, I was suffering, there was a collective suffering with this movie. Our meet-cute is me absolutely going feral and killing Jerry Lewis right in front of him. Our eyes lock as I’m covered in blood and the cops take me away. He falls in love with me right then and there. Conjugal visits right until the end of my life sentence.
Okay, y'all can go now~
#Peter Lorre#Tier List#You cannot make me tag all the movies and characters#Faustian Fables#Faustian Imagery
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i wanna know more about erinna! what's her story like (｀∇´)! and what's something about her that most other characters don't know?
*crack knuckles*
Tw: abusive relationship ,depression and parental neglect
Erinna Alphonse ( full name ) 's parents died when she was a baby and she ended up in the orphanage. She was lucky to get adopted young by a lovely couple who wanted to have a daughter.
All her childhood, she was pampered like a princess. It all was going well until she tuner 6 years old. After years the couple finally managed to have a legitimate child.
A majority of the family didn't consider Erinna as legitimate in the family but it's wasn't too serious because she was young and the subject didn't come back often. With the arrival of a « legitimate » child the question came up again, they had no valid reason to not count her as a family now they did. It’s simple, outside of her grandparents most of them started to simply tolerated her « when will you send her back ? »
Little iris is now the center of the family and takes all of her parent’s attention.That created the syndrome of the King child. You give everything to Iris the younger because we are so proud to have her, after all, she is the little one of the family, we must pamper her. Erinna is old enough, she can understand, right?
Erinna Understood very well that we favorise the youngest, after all, it is a baby and she has no rancor. She loves her little sister, she looks after her, she takes care of her... So why would she hold a grudge against her?
Years pass and her parent enrolled her in multiple private lessons because failing to grant her their presence in her life, they wanted her to do big and great language studies. In some way, it was for them the only reason she was worth getting attention.
For that, she started an international program in middle school with English for history and literature, added Latin optional, Spanish in LV2, and the following years a study of Russian, Japanese, Polish, German, and in the end Finnish, switching constantly when her level isn’t judged good enough to begin with.
Just by reading it, you can feel how much this program looks heavy for a midlescholer and it is. Above it, she takes care of herself since her parents trust her to be big enough to do it alone. They are too busy and they didn't want to waste money on a nanny when Erinna is capable enough to do everything alone.
growing up too early ruins a childhood and at the age of 15, she is already in Burnout.
No time to make friends you have to work, no time to sleep you have to do your dinner, no time to go out you have to clean your house.
As she’s busy, her parents take even less time for her, ut's a pitty excuse as they are the ones overlooking her and then complain. They go on vacation with the youngest one and leave her the keys for her to study at home because exams go first, they go see the family without her because she's not that welcome now that grandpa is gone. They do not celebrate her birthday because it is too close to Christmas and after all, they can just mix the two and that if they remember to wish her a good day.
The problem is, nothing is all bad or all good for her, it’s a gray area in the heart of the girl.
They are neither bad nor good with her, it's neglect. She’s just so tired, the simple idea of opening a book makes her want to cry. she’s tired of it all but doesn’t want to complain because she doesn’t see the injustice. For her, it's just that she’s rubbing herself for nothing and her parents are doing a lot of stuff so she should stop complaining.
During her last High school year, a person who draws her attention, a boy named Ricky.
Ricky is nice to her, he remembers their little discussions, she gets along well with him and it’s a light of comfort in the ocean of her life. He always try to reach out to her, sometimes walked her home. So when he asks her out she happily says yes, she feels loved for the first time in a while.
No one gives her attention, apart from asking for homework, she has no interaction with the people in her class. She is alone, she is tired, but it is the end of her white exams, which means it's the Christmas holidays and soon her birthday. she will turn 18 and she thought that for the occasion her parents would prepare something, after all, Iris got a giant event for her 10 years.
Their answer to her question :
Oh, we thought you wanted to celebrate it with your friends, we won’t here here for the holidays.
She didn't recover from their answer and that’s the last time she’ll talk to her parents face-to-face because she snapped. She can't handle the pressure anymore, she’s heartbroken, tired and upset.
Ricky moved in his appartement and freshly 18, she takes all her belongings and move in with him.
(This part is about mental and physical abuse)
At first, everything was nice, just a little couple living together. Erinna is at the lowest of her depression, she don’t go out, she sleeps all day, she takes little care of herself and simply loose her sense of time.
Ricky who was once a loving boyfriend is more and more controling. At first it felt genuine but it slowly grew on possessiveness and control, she can’t do anything on her own and he makes sure she can’t. At some point he doesn’t bother no more, simply locking her in the appartement.
The relationship grew violent, he got irritated, she got scared and it escalated in the bedroom.
One days where she cries about her life she thinks about it and how she dosent want to live, not like that, not here, not that way.
So she escapes.
She search for one of her blood relative, she finds the manor and that where her story starts.
#doodle#my art#my oc#erinna alphonse#ask about my oc#dreamty’s ramble#tw depression#tw abuse#paranormal club#original character
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Being in a relationship with Tokuno’o Tokumichi...
You were annoyed to be forced to move to another country, let alone one that doesn’t speak your language, yet here you were, in Russia, a fresh student at one of the most prestigious Universities from Moscow.
Your parents sent you here to take care of your twin brother who wanted to become a pro-Sambo fighter, and what better place to learn it, then its own mother country?
Your parents clearly didn’t trust your dumbass brother to live by himself in a foreign country... So you were left to mostly care for the home, food and expenses. but also your studies, while all he does is eat and exorbitant amount of food and work out... And it’s still him that complains.
You’re always there for him when he’s at the club’s practice gym and you encourage him... But you can clearly see it’s not exactly the type of sport he’d excel in - You still support him though, he’s your brother and that’s his dream!
One day, at your University, you go to eat your lunch outside, under a tree, only to spot a Japanese man! Finally, you’re not alone in this sea of natives!
You timidly go to him and smile, asking if you can sit by him. “Hi, I hope I’m not disturbing you... I just haven’t seen a familiar face in a while.”
The brunet man looked up from his book, eyes wide in surprise at hearing his mother tongue, and he gives a kind smile. “Of course.” he scoots over, allowing you enough space to lean on the great oak.
“Did you already eat your lunch?” you asked, a bit unsure of how to start a conversation with a stranger.
He shook his head. “I forgot to take it in the morning.” he didn’t seem to bothered by it though.
“Here. We can share. I always have a spare pair of chopsticks with me.” you rummage through your bag, handing him the said chopsticks - Though, amusingly for him, they were patterned with pink flowers. So childish.
“You needn’t...” hit stomach growled loudly, making him blush in surprise. “....Thank you.”
“I hope you like it. I haven’t really gotten used to using foreign ingredients yet, but I suppose my brother doesn’t really complain, so it’s fine.” you chuckle leisurely - You seemed so casual and easy going when talking to him, he noted.
As soon as he tried some of the food, his eyes widened, and he nodded. “It’s good.” he said. If he were his mum, he might have said - You’ll be a good wife one day - Or some silly thing that many Japanese women always say as a compliment.
“I’m happy that you like it.” you smiled sweetly at him. “My name’s Y/N, by the way.” what a pretty name, he thought, saying your name in his mind a few times.
“Tokuno’o Tokumichi.” what a mouthful, he thought - What was in his father’s head when he named him that?
“Oh, the virtuous one! Double the virtue - I wonder which two of the seven virtues do you embody.” he chuckled lightly, a bit flustered by her question. “Can I call you Nitoku?”
“Nitoku?” that was quite the clever nickname you came up for him on the spot. He quite liked it.
“Sure. I like it.” he smiled at you.
“So... What do you study?” good question.
“Literature.” he stated. “I studied Literature in Japan, but I moved here to learn broaden my horizons.”
“Ohh, an intellectual~! I’ve always loved reading all kinds of literature from different cultures. Now that you mention... Many of our authors have such a unique but also... What’s the word... Blank? Tragic? Spiraling? Take Dazai for example - There’s beauty in reading about all those characters and watching them destroy their own lives. But then, there’s Russian authors like Dostoevsky and Tolstoy, and though their worlds are also bleak and depressing, the exposition is completely different - Don’t you think?” Nitoku was in love.
That day, you exchanged phone numbers, and from then on, no matter what Uni schedule he had, he’d pick you up from your home and walk you back - More, he’d walk you to your own classes, even if that meant being a bit late himself.
Will continue complimenting your food even if it’s a sandwich - The mere fact that you think of him means a lot.
Loves to drink coffee with you while you stroll through the park - You could be watching the leaves fall, or admire the pretty flowers, and it would be perfect for him.
If it gets cold Nitoku will always wear a scarf, just so he would put it around your neck - Suddenly, you lost your own scarf and don’t have the money to spare. You both know it’s a life.
You’re his biggest supporter when it comes to his dream of becoming an author, and you even help him come up with a cool pen name - Onomichi Nitoku.
He has you proof read all his manuscripts, and though you give some advice here and there, you don’t really have the heart to tell him that his writing... Kinda... Sucks.
He’s an incredibly intelligent and shrewd man, and he worked so hard to achieve his dream... How could you ruin his ambitions?
When he was able to create his first book, you were the first person to receive it - And you asked for his autograph, saying he’s the first famous person you’ve ever met and it’s an honour.
He hugged you so tightly, and his otherwise lethargic and blank expression was filled with pure joy and bliss - It hurt your heart to lie to him.
But going through that book was a whole chore in itself... And it wasn’t a short read.
In complete anti-thesis with his sheer glee, when he was told by his publicist that his books barely had any sales, his mood became lower than the Mariana Trench.
With the little money you had, you went to the bookstore and bought all his copies, begging the man at the counter not to tell anyone that it was a single person doing that - And with no idea what to do with just about 20 books, you donated them to literature clubs and libraries around the capital.
He took you out on a date when he got the money.
You felt so guilty, but still didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth... Yet you feared every day that when he does eventually find out, he will be so angry with you that he’ll stop being your friend - That thought alone almost made you burst into tears every time you saw him.
You soon found out Nitoku is a shit-spender and goes through his money like a sugar baby - It was absolutely hilarious, seeing this grown man be so irresponsible with his own hard-worked money.
You volunteered to help him out with the finances, but it barely helped at all, as he ended up getting his hands on the emergency money, under the pretext of an urgent need to buy a fountain pen.
A highly expensive, historical fountain pen that was said to have been used by Tolstoy himself.
He fell for the marketing gimmick.
For how intelligent he was, he sure had his dumb side sometimes.
“I should start training in a fighting sport.” you hear him say all of a sudden, realising his wallet was completely empty and you were forced to pay for the delivery food.
“I though you said you hated them. Well... Your sturdy body, rather.” you were shocked to hear him change his views after almost a year of being headstrong with his writing.
“I don’t earn enough from writing, and I’m fed up with you needing to take care of me. You have your own home to take care of, and another deadbeat man to feed. I’ve forced your hand and finances way too many times. If I want to properly grow and become a responsible adult, I have to find alternatives... And unfortunately, this cursed body of mine earned a ton of invites from various sport clubs.” you felt bad that he’s forced to deter from his own path and dream, but it was a rational choice, and you were very proud of him.
“Do you want me to introduce you to my brother’s Sambo club? I don’t want to sound as if I’m objectifying you or anything, but you don’t workout, yet you’re a literal powerhouse. You won’t even need to workout much to get any stronger - If you just work on your techniques, you’ll be immediately a favourite. It’s all about the legs, grapplers, wrestling and throws. Considering that your biceps looks to be as big as my thigh, I think you’ll be fine.” you pat his head, seeing him sigh in defeat. “But if you do end up with Sambo as your fighting style and you want to branch into MMA... Please take care of that pretty face of yours. It would be a pity if it got all messed up.”
“Y/N!” he scolded you for teasing him. “Fine. Sign me up.”
The next day, you took Nitoku to your brother’s club and introduced him to the coach, who immediately saw the potential in him and started training him properly.
It got your brother jealous enough to provoke him into a duel just a week after he signed up.
Your brother got absolutely obliterated, to the point of crying.
You couldn’t stop laughing.
Despite all his workout and training, your brother still was half of every one of Toku’s proportions, and somehow, his technique was still shit, even a year later.
He should have listened to your advice and gone for a combat sport that had soft techniques as a base.
Of course, you praised your boyfriend for being so cool, and he only looked away, closing his gaping robe properly - He didn’t know why, but he still felt shy around you.
And he didn’t even kiss you properly yet. He was a mess.
That night, you ended up in a one-sided fight with your brother, and not wanting to bother with him, you went to sleep over at Toku’s until he calmed down.
He was dying inside - And you could see it. He was adorable.
As expected, over the months since he started his pro-fighter career, he started earning a lot of money from every fight - And as you suggested, he branched into MMA and he was doing fantastically well, winning each and every one of his fights - He was the new big sensation.
You ended up asking him to teach you Systema, under the guise of self-defense lessons - But really, considering Systema was the ultimate self-defense style used against even weapons, and it had no fixed style, but it relied on fluidity and intuition - Which meant you didn’t need the body of a mountain to be good at it.
But Nitoku was afraid to actually train with you.
He saw perfectly well what a misaimed punch from him could do to trained fighters - He could break you so easily.
Instead, he let you practice on him - You knew the theory, but putting it in practice was completely different.
And sweeping at his feet was a complete failure - That man was the most gravitationally stable person in the world, he wouldn’t even budge an inch - It was almost frustrating.
You ended up nicknaming him ‘Rhodes’, as the Colossus from Rhodes.
But there came a day when Nitoku was acting completely out of character, and he seemed visibly frustrated for some reason.
Despite all your comforting and asking what happened - He had the weirdest suggestion - He wanted to help you practice. He never suggests it himself. It was peculiar behaviour out of him.
Instead of allowing you to make the first move, he was the one to go towards you, and in spite of the good technique that you attempted, he simply picked you up with ease and wrestled you to the ground.
Not that he hurt you - He made sure his arm was underneath your body so that all the impact would go to him instead.
You looked up at him with questioning eyes - All while his own bore into yours. This staredown made you feel incredibly uncomfortable and vulnerable, especially as you were caged between his body and arms with no way of running away.
“Why did you lie to me?” your eyes went wide from the implication, though you had no idea what he meant. “Why did you encourage me if you knew my writing sucked?”
So this was what it was all about. “Far worse people, with barely any education became best-selling authors. Look at the Twilight franchise, or that 50 Shades of whatever. If they could do it - Why not you? It’s your dream, and you worked so hard for it. Why wouldn’t I encourage you?” you asked. “Besides - I don’t think your writing sucks.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me that you were the one who bought 20 books in a day? I should have known that was impossible.” you couldn’t help but chuckle in guilt.
“Ah... Y-You found out...” he grunted in affirmation. “...I did it to see you smile.”
“...Huh?” his eyes snapped wide open, and he drew slightly backwards.
“Remember how happy you were when the editors sent you the first book? When you were finally able to publicize it? We’ve known each other for over a year now, and not once have I seen you that happy.” his heart sank. “When the editors told you that your work wasn’t selling well, you fell into a deep depression, remember? For weeks, you haven’t smiled even once. I couldn’t bare to see you that upset, it was the most painful thing to see.”
“So you threw your money to buy a bunch of books you don’t even like.” he sighed, gingerly letting go of you.
“I wouldn’t call it throwing money away - That’s irresponsible spending. I did it for a good cause. I wanted to protect that precious smile and heart of yours.” you confessed. “I really... Really... Can’t stand seeing you sad.”
“...You are an idiot.” at first, that insult surprised you - But then, you realised having mentioned how much you enjoyed reading The Idiot by Dostoevsky, and you smiled.
“Prince Myschkin style?” he nodded, looking away.
“Incisive, an intellectual, emotionally intelligent, wise... And of an absolutely beautiful nature.” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Forgive me. I didn’t mean to get so upset over nothing. Did I hurt you?”
“Nope.” you popped. “But you are hurt.” he looked at you with an inquiring eyebrow. “This little one is, at least.” you crawled over onto his lap and touched his chest through the gape in his lose yukata. “Can you promise me something?”
“What is it?” Toku was so confused, while at the same time, the anticipation was killing him.
“Promise me that no matter what, you will follow the path that makes you happy - Okay? I want you to have a happy life, and I want to see you smile.”
That was the moment when Tokuno’o Tokumichi first kissed you.
And he will kiss you many, many more from then on.
You would also play-wrestle whenever either of you wanted to steal a kiss - But Toku would always make sure he is the one to fall on the ground, and you, on him, so you wouldn’t get hurt.
When you express your concern for all the times he slams his back onto the ground, he gives you a cheeky smirk, saying he enjoys the view and the closeness.
And would always put a hand behind your head and pull you into a heated kissing session.
Would also ask you to move in with him when you return to Japan, after you’re done with your studies - And of course, you agree.
Thank goodness, you finally ditch your brother.
Nitoku tries, and fails, again to deliver multiple best-selling books, which ends up with him joining the underground fighting and winning a shit ton of money.
Only to end up spending it like it was nothing.
It actually shocked you as you genuinely had no idea where all that money went.
He ended up begging you to take a large percentage of his earned money and put it in a bank, on your shared account... That he has no access to. Keep that money for bills and emergencies and what not.
And definitely never tell him the details of the account, or he’s screwed.
You get to cheer him on for all of his underground fights and he won all of his match - Except for one that left him in recovery for half a year.
You didn’t imagine someone would be able to give Toku a hard time - And though it was a close call, Kano Agito did win, in the end.
Thank goodness you had kept all that money, so now you needn’t worry about anything except helping him recover.
He had six months of getting better and indulging constantly in his passion of writing.
Soon, he retired from fighting.
Until... To return 2 months later, because he had wasted all the money. Again.
At this point, it was getting hilariously tragic.
And from the man who took up fighting at 20 years old because of lack of money to support his living expenses and those of of his publishing editor...
He was now a 35 year old man, who has an on and off relationship with underground fighting... To sustain his living expenses and passion.
This man loves calligraphy, and would practice his ink-writing on expensive scrolls that mimic the feudal era ones. If he’s satisfied with the end result of whatever either stand alone symbol or poem verse that he wrote, he will end up hanging it on the wall.
On New Year, especially, he writes a new word that works as a resolution for the whole year round.
Beauty.
Strength.
Happiness.
Balance.
Love.
Freedom.
Fortune.
Luck.
Perseverance.
Discipline.
Kindness.
He also loves to read with his head resting on your lap, and if you don’t have your hand in his hair, playing with it, he will grasp your hand and bury it in his soft, dark locks.
He takes you with him for every eye-check, and has you choose his glasses frame.
Nitoku also loves to cuddle with you when you go to sleep, and will read you to sleep if you like it. His voice is so soothing, with his baritone, velvety tone of his, you can’t resist.
He loves it when you nuzzle into the crook of his neck - But he’s also a bit ticklish, so he might end up chuckling randomly, or even a little twitch here and there.
He claims that playing with your hair and petting it as if you’re a cat relaxes him and helps him focus on his work.
You have mixed feelings about getting gifts from him - Although you always feel flattered that he thinks of you with every step he takes... He also is one foot away from ending up in debt if he continues to spoil you.
Nitoku basically ends up as a househusband and you don’t have to do anything, because unlike him, you’re actually working a job and you’re exhausted enough as it is.
At the same time, he actively goes grocery shopping and lives for the days when you feel like cooking something - Even if your cooking isn’t actually all that good, he’d be so happy that you made him something. He’ll eat everything and ask for seconds.
Though he’s not a fan of PDA, preferring to keep things private, he doesn’t mind holding your hand or keeping his arm around your body.
When he is recruited for the Kengan vs Purgatory Tournament, he has you leaning against his side on the plane while he’s reading.
And at the arena, he plays with your fingers to keep himself calm and grounded.
Ends up breaking down all fights to explain them to you - You really loved hearing him speak.
It was awful seeing him lose because of a ring-out, as it was a coward’s win. If the enemy was a true fighter, he’d have won with a knockout.
You spent the rest of the day comforting him and telling him that he’s the strongest man you’ve ever met, and that he deserved to be declared the real winner.
He felt much better.
This man loves putting his haori over your shoulders when you go out and it gets slightly chilly - You’re absolutely adorable, covered with his large clothes.
Goes crazy when you wear a yukata. Absolutely feral.
Will end up spending all the money he gets from a fight to get you a shit ton of kimono, yukata, sandals, haori and accessories of every kind.
You might end up buying a new house to store everything he gifts you because you don’t have enough space in your own home anymore.
If you’re okay with going out with him wearing traditional clothes, he will take an infinite amount of pictures of either you alone, or the two of you.
They end up as his phone lock screen and wallpaper.
Would love to help you put on the kimono or even do your hairstyle for you.
Also loves to watch you do your make up - It’s an art for him, and he might even end up asking if he can put lipstick or eyeshadow on for you.
He especially loves applying lip gloss because he ends up tracing his thumb over your bottom lip.
But as soon as he applies the lip gloss, it’s transferred to his own lips, because he immediately ends up pulling you into deep, passionate kisses.
Also, when you get back home, you end up getting intimate, yukata barely on, and very much disheveled.
Nitoku uses different kinds of nicknames for you when in private, many of them including cute words of endearment like Zayka Moya, Milaya, Lyubimaya and many others.
At the end of the day though, he loved your name the most.
And to call you “My Love”
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Being in a relationship with Wakatsuki Takeshi...
Being in a relationship with Yoroizuka Saw Paing...
Being in a relationship with Kure Raian...
Being in a relationship with Tokuno’o Tokumichi...
Being in a relationship with Kano Agito...
Being in a relationship with Gaolang Wongsawat...
Being in a relationship with Gaoh Ryuki...
Being in a relationship with Narushima Koga...
#kengan ashura x reader#kengan ashura imagine#kengan ashura#kengan omega x reader#kengan omega imagine#kengan omega#tokunoo tokumichi#tokunoo tokumichi x reader#tokunoo tokumichi imagine#nitoku#nitoku x reader#nitoku imagine
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seeing you talk about russian literature is always so interesting to me because there’s not too much of it in polish schools. and i’m here like Damn what did i miss. maybe i shouldn’t have complained about mickiewicz
i did enjoy the few things they made us read, like crime and punishment or master and margarita.but hang in there for real o7
it’s like. the thing is it’s not even The Worst. it’s not downright unreadable and like i’m sure all of it is Classic(tm) for a reason and hell i even enjoyed reading some of it, like fathers and sons by turgenev. it’s just that when you’re forced to study the same 6 russian authors and over and over again it starts driving you MAD. like it is actually MADDENING. and after 11 years of studying a few 19th century russian novels you start to Get It: this shit is all the same. it’s literally allllll the fucking same u dont even gotta read it. Like i didn’t read crime and punishment OR war and peace (which is like THEEE russian novel) because i was too hyperfixated on my ocs to even Care About Checking Their Summaries. i didnt know anything. but u know what ? i just pulled things out of my ass and reached logical conclusions and literally just bullshitted my way through (They just let anyone graduate frfr) BECAUSE U KNOW WHAT? AFTER 11 YEARS ? U start to realize it’s alllllll the same fucking shit. it’s all the same shit no matter which russian novel u read. it’s always about how love good. OR NO ! love BAD. love HURTS and it KILLS. CHECK THIS OUT! CONVOLUTED LOVE TRIANGLE WHERE THE TWO MEN HAVE A STRANGELY CLOSE HOMOEROTIC RELATIONSHIP! no one is happy. Everyone is really depressed and wants to die. LOVE INTEREST ALERT! SHE IS EITHER GENUINELY 13 OR 18-20 BUT IS STILL DESCRIBED IN SUCH AN INFANTILIZING AND WEIRD WAY AND ACTS LIKE A GENUINE 13 YEAR OLD SO YOU WILL STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE !! Love good tho. oh no sorry nvermind love makes everyone go insane and kill themselves. This character is on a perpetual downward spiral ! new generation GOOD. they have good ideas and they r smart and revolution good . Nvm i changed my mind new generation BAD because they care about NOTHING they invented NIHILISM and now don’t listen to adults. BAZINGA !!! ANOTHER CONVOLUTED ROMANCE WITH WEIRD UNDERTONES !!!!!!!! war bad. Did u know that ? war is bad. and scary. Unless we’re writing about how russia won LOL then war GOOD and SO EPIC !!!! AND THESE RUSSIAN DUDES WRECKED EVERYONE !!! but war bad ok ? promise u will remember war bad. Umm what else. oh! we’re killing ourselves again. ok. did u know the government is corrupt? did u? what if we wrote like 4037394 stories about just that . hold on what the FUCK this love interest is a ….. i cant even say it ……. p p p prostitute …..!!!!! MY GOD !!!!!!! THIS CANT BE HAPPENING !!!! SHE IS SO SICK AND IMPURE WE MUST KILL HER IMMEDIATELY. this character is steadily developing psychosis of some kind. Remember that new generation good unless they’re wrong then they’re bad. what’s the point of life ???? what’s the meaning ?????? let’s find out in this 500k word novel where the character falls in love wiyh a 13 year old and goes to war and then kills himself or something
#but then again u shouldnt trust my opinions on russian literature cuz i’m heavily biased against it#i HATE ALL THIS SHIT !!!! IM SICK OF IT ALL !!!!!!!!! AND IT SUCKS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#theyre gonna make us read master and margarita for class too oeughhh help meee somebody#cramswering
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Hi! May I ask for number 11 in the ask game?
I always love reading some international literature^^
11. favourite native writer/poet?
I'm very fond of Ilf and Petrov and their Ostap Bender novels
And as for the poet - and it causes a lot of nose wrinkling from other russians cos he's considered to be super basic school course kinda literature - but Sergei Yesenin . And when you read some of his easier, nature-themed poems at school, sure, he can come across blah, but then you read something like The Black Man (it's an english translation) as an adult - a poem about depression, alcoholism, self-hatred, suicide - and it really changes your perspective. Also, he sounds so melodic and beautiful in Russian, I just love the general flow of his poetic language.
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Modern aMerican Football au Stormlight
Kholin: a family notorious for their skill, domination and violence in professional football
Dalinar: a retired player turned coach. Has had many scandals including drugs/alcohol, a wild divorce case, suspected murder, and constant brawls. In his older age he has been attempting to change his public face and prioritizing the health of his players. He has high expectations for his two sons... all that Dadlinar stuff.
Adolin: a college football player who is widely liked. He plays the part of perfect son, but dreams of transferring to fashion school. All of his attempts to be apply have been denied because of his family reputation and how everyone kind of assumes its a practical joke. They don't take his genuine interest and intelligence into consideration. They think he would be wasting his athletic potential by pursuing anything else. Dalinar also probably shuts down or intimidates anyone that might consider letting his son change career paths.
Renarin: basically a bench warmer on the team. or a water boy. They only let him on because of his family name. He deserves better and is majoring in philosophy/literature.
Kaladin: His family are war refugees. He suffers from ptsd and depression from the violence he experienced and the death of his younger brother. He was raised with the expectation of being a doctor, but fell in love with sports and the teamwork after moving to America. It served as a coping mechanism. His high school coach, Amaram, sacrificed his teams safety to win a bet during state competition. Kaladin won the game for them, but was injured and cast out of the team. His record is permanently tarnished because of a fight he had with said coach. Now he is a field paramedic for his college's team and fighting to make more safety regulations for young players.
Shallan: A transfer journalism student from Europe. She thinks American football is stupid. But she also thinks some of the players are hot and makes fan art of them. Shes interning under Jasnah, a football commentator, and general critic. Who she also totally doesn't have a crush on.
Syl: I like the idea people have for her in a modern au being Kaladin's long distance internet friend.
Pattern: I think Pattern could basically be the same but rather than a magic spren thing, he is another part of Shallan's psychosis.
Moash: Came from a similar situation as Kaladin and they bonded heavily. He became extremely jaded upon seeing the privilege shown to certain players, Elhokar, and general racism in society. Infuriated with what they could get away with, he decided to take justice into his own hands. This led to a falling out with Kaladin, an attempted murder, a warrant for his arrest, and getting in with the wrong crowd. He now suffers from drug addiction, and is unable to seek help. He regularly harasses and stalks Kaladin.
Teft: a physical therapist/chiropractor hired by the college team. Has taken Kaladin under his wing.
Wit:... I cant decide what for him. I think it would be funny if he was like a frat boy, but isn't actually enrolled in the school. He's just strangely there. Everywhere. Also somehow was in Europe and knows Shallan. Is Jasnah's boyfriend bc that's too cursed not to include. He could also be a commentator.
Maya: lol what if she was Adolin's lucky football? Poor maya
That's all i got for now. Would appreciate any ideas on Szeth. Maybe he's an unprofessional football (soccer) player? They scrimmage against him and he kicks their butts solo. Russian assassin? Both? I have no idea ya'll
#i know nothing about american football#is my favoritism showing? sorry#probably not gonna actually write this but its fun to think about#thoughts over cereal#while i was talking about this with my sister#i missed the fedex guy#and he went to the wrong door and scared my land lady#oopsie#look just bc i said its in america doesnt mean that szeth wouldn't still be the only white guy#i will cut off a limb before i except a whitewashed stormlight#the stormlight archive#rythm of war spoilers#kinda#words of radiance spoilers#cremposting#cw mentions of abuse#cw mention of drugs
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You always so informed and smart in analyzing. Do not let hate get you down. Is there anything books you can recommended
That's so kind of you. Actually I constantly feel I know very little. Sometimes I feel like I will never have enough time to learn things that I want to learn. I am self assured about some things, but I second guess myself a lot more than you would think. Hehe.
Okay this is the second time I have gotten such a message. What hate though? There has been nothing like that in my asks. Just the usual.
What kind of book recs are you looking for? I am more of a fiction person and the recent book I read was a suspense thriller. Before that I was reading Camus. One of my favourite authors is Alexander McCall Smith. Reading his books is like lying down under the shade of a mahogany tree, while a bubbling brook flows alongside, as the rays of sun warm my cheeks, a gentle breeze blows and I just get lost in my thoughts. It's peaceful. I like his Sunday Philosophy Club series the best. I also like the Scotland Street series. The no 1 ladies detective agency series is also a good one. I like his humor, his humanity, his little observations about life, his generosity for his characters. Heh.
I like classics a lot. Chekhov is one of my favourites. I like Russian classics, although yeah, they can get quite depressing. But like, there's no match for the content. I also like Austen and Bronte sisters. Yeah, I know it's cliche, but I love Jane Eyre, despite all its problems. The chapter where Helen died haunts me still...
I happen to love O Henry and Maupassant. Reading their stories is just so inspiring and entertaining. I also love Manto and Dahl.
I also read a lot in my native language, it really has some of the best literature in the world. I also write poetry when the mood strikes. But I doubt that counts here.
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Surprisingly, there's enough Tumblr sexymen in classic literature and here's my top:
1. Sydney Carton - our poor tired and depressed lawyer deserves every ounce of love he already has and much more to go. [Edit:] Severus Snape (the most legendary Tumblr sexyman ever (well apart from Onceler and Sans, I guess)) seems to be at least partially inspired by our dear boy Sydney
2. Henry Jekyll - let's return to the good old times of Onceler x Greedler asks. And who could be better candidate for such asks than the man whose name became synonymous with "split personality"?
3. Rodion Raskolnikov - should I even explain? Bad guy? Check! Intense? Check! Tragic backstory? Check! Duality motives? Check and billion times more check! Homoerotic implications with his best friend? Check! Truly, everything you may need to be a Tumblr sexyman...
4. Aleksandr Chatsky - contrarian, liberal, debater and the textbook definition of ENTP. Has his fair share of popularity with russian-speaking literature buffs but is yet to come to international fame. And his monologues are truly... something.
5. Yevgeniy Bazarov - your typical mad scientist sexyman. A weird unholy amalgamation of Viktor and Varian (both are as much as I know quite loved here). A doctor and somehow an edgy nihilist to boot. Also does already have some fans.
If you have suggestions feel free to comment
#classic literature#the tale of two cities#sydney carton#jekyll and hyde#dr jekyll#crime and punishment#raskolnikov#woe from wit#aleksandr chatsky#fathers and sons#bazarov#tumblr sexyman#tumblr sexypeople#i am crazy
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moka / poe | they/he | rl poe (bsd) | minor | qpr is gumi <3
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cw: i’m di$0rd3r3d and i’m in recovery from $ħ. posts about these may be frequent. my mood changes extremely fast, as does my motivation to talk/post. i am extremely prone to mental instability, as i do struggle with major depressive disorder, paranoia, crippling anxiety, depersonalization/derealization, ptsd, body image issues, and possible psychosis. one of my coping methods is copinglinking— for those who aren’t aware, when someone , in a traumatic response , identifies as or with a fictional character to cope. mine is poe from bsd. i do use such a delusion to cope, and while i’m aware i’m not actually him, it’s simply too great of a coincidence in our similarities. moreover, i can rely off of someone else's identity for my own—it makes me feel realer.
more about me: i’m bosnian-american (currently in america)<3 i love kpop <3 i religiously read classic/russian literature <3 i’m an aphrodite devotee + persephone worshiper <3 i love writing <3
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Reading your likes and dislikes has been the truest thing I've read tonight because people DO NOT talk about optimistic nihilism enough and that's simply not acceptable!! And oh my goodness gracious you actually read Dostoevskys works hello!?!?? I just recently finished crime and punishment and I'm thankful that it ended the way it did since the last book I read from himmm...oooo boy I was not the same person for days
Live photo of me after reading Poor Folk
I know, right? Optimistic nihilism is so comforting to me and I don’t find it depressing at all.
I’ll be honest, I started reading many writers’s works after watching/reading bsd because I simply didn’t know them before (until 2-3 years ago, Japanese literature was barely available where I live and Russian literature, for example, was, but schools only teach about books in my native language, which I hated).
So I discovered Dostoyevsky only after bsd, and I’m so in love with what I’ve read so far! I love his writing style, the topics he wrote about, his characters are amazing and although they’re not that easy to read (like many classics), I really enjoy them.
Notes from underground was the first Dostoyevsky I’ve finished and I think it’s my favorite too. This may be due to my preference for greasy, antisocial (fictional) men, but the underground man is such a dick and yet I like him. And the way he acts and feels in social situations (when he actually goes out) is painfully relatable. And his thoughts are concerning, upsetting and yet they scratch spots in my brain no other book could reach so far.
Crime and punishment is an absolute classic and although I didn’t finish it yet, it’s so *chef’s kiss*. Raskolnikov owns my ass and my soul, and I love him <3
I’m currently halfway through the brothers karamazov; a literal rollercoaster, upsetting, amusing, I fell in love with and want to fuck two of the main characters and I inhaled half of the book in a few days. I’m bonking my head with the book because I accidentally stumbled upon a spoiler online, but aside from that, the plot is A+ how does Dostoyevsky manage to make me cry, laugh and cum all at once?!
#the things I want to do to alyosha karamazov…#he would cry and splash holy water on my face#and then his [censored]#and ivan is next#and a friendly reminder that Raskolnikov was literally introduced as ‘extraordinarily handsome’#chit chat#Fran♥︎#bungou stray dogs#bsd#fyodor dostoevsky#🐀
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FICTIONAL CHARACTER ASK: WINSTON ZEDDEMORE
@spengnitzed @bixiebeet @angelixgutz @themousefromfantasyland @amalthea9 @thealmightyemprex @goodanswerfoxmonster @stantzed
@the-blue-fairie
Favorite Thing About Them: I like that fact that while he is meant to be an audience surrogate, at least in the first movie this was not used as an excuse to make him boring, but instead he felt like a real person with motivations and a personality: he is a down on his luck working class man who is intrigued by this booming Ghostbusters business who decides to become a new team member in search of a good job to survive, quickly believes what he sees and learns how to handle the new technology, becomes good friends with the other Ghostbusters, specially Ray, and starts to make reflexions about his faith as a christian the more he comes into contact with supernatural incidents, wich is a source of strenght and confidence when he goes to face Gozer and thinks that he may die at any moment.
Later, in the animated series The Real Ghostbusters and the IDW licensed comics, we learned new aspects of Winston’s character that made him a more palpable person: He loves baseball, is a huge enthusiast of mystery novels to the point that this becomes an advantage when he needs to investigate a new ghost activity, would sometimes go to save the day on his own, and even fell in love and got married!
Least Favorite Thing About Them: The fact that his role was reduced to “pawn that is there” when the sequel Ghostbusters 2 was made, rather than the writers taking advantage of making a sequel to further develop his character.
Three Things I Have In Common With Them:
* I have black heritage;
* I am curious;
* I also resource to fictional literature for information;
Three Things I Don’t Have In Common With Them:
* Unlike many portrayals of his character, I never did military service;
* I’m not US american;
* I would be way more pedantic in differentiate between a summerian and a babylonian deity;
Favorite Line:
From the July 1983 Script Draft:
“I’d like to see Dr. Venkman.”
“I saw your ad in the paper. You know, for a security man.”
“... after ECM school at Kelly Air Force Base in Texas I flew for S.A.C Command at Reese as an Electronic Warfare Officer. After the service I was head of Installations for Sentry Alarm Systems in Los Angeles, then I moved up to V.P. at their Pacific headquarters. Then some partners and I started our own optic beam manufacturing operation, but we got wiped out in the microlens flood of ‘82.”
“I have a ninth degree black belt in Wing Chun boxing. I have a Class 3 Federal firearm’s license and I have permits to carry anywhere in the continental United States. What kind of risk are you talking about?”
“Brave man.”
“Okay, now you could have three aces because you already had two and you got one out of your sleeve. But I’m not sure which card you took out of your shoe before.”
“I’m willing to take your word on this, Ray, because I respect you. But if we ever really do see the kind of stuff you’re talking about, I’m counting on you. I know these guys are your friends, but...”
“This bites it, man. We’re running out of ways to kill time.”
“Zeddemore. Z-E-D-D-E-”
“What’d you get?”
“You guys look like shit.”
“Forget it, man! The phone’s been ringing off the hook.”
“Neutronize. System shut.”
“I have to get some sleep, man. I worked all night last night.”
“I can’t look anymore. It’s too depressing. What are they doing here anyway? I tought when you die you see a beautifull white light and pass trough it to the other side.”
“What’s the Tunguska Blast?”
“Sounds like the Russians detonated a hydrogen bomb.”
“I don’t believe we drove all the way up here and didn’t get anything.”
“You made a contact? Why didn’t you call me? What was it?”
“That figures. The head Ranger thinks it’s the spirit of a girl who was kept by the officers back in the 1830′s or 40′s.”
“Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“Must be a big fire, huh?”
“Look at that weird light by the river.”
“Oh... shiiit...”
“I’m Winston Zeddemore, your Honor. I came to work with these gentlemen when they first went into private practice... and I didn’t believe any of this either. I’m a highly trained engineer. I’ve done two hitches as a flying officer in the strategic Air Command. I’ve been all over the world and I’ve seen lots of strange things, so I can tell you with complete confidence that these ocurrences are real. Since I joined these men I have seen shit that would turn you white.”
From the September 1983 Script Draft:
“Let me ask you something. The ad in the paper just said "Help Wanted." What's the job?”
“Not really. However, if there's a semi-regular paycheck in it I'll believe anything you say.”
“Yeah, I heard that. Now tell me 89/89a Omitted what you really do.”
“Hey man. What is it you're so involved with there?”
“Busy time of year.”
“Right. We'll believe anything.”
“We're gonna get five years for this. Plus they're gonna make us retrap all those spooks. I knew I shouldn't have taken this job.”
“This is insane! You actually believe Lhat some moldy Babylonian God is going to drop in at 78th and Central Park West and start tearing up the city?”
“Maybe we should go downstairs and call first?”
“Well, she's not here. Let's go.”
“Let's get out of here!”
“Now he's mad.”
“He looks like my high school principal.”
“You should've said "yes!" He might have been willing to negotiate.”
“We did it! Thank God!”
“Good. Now we made him mad.”
From the 1984 Final Film Script:
“Ray, when someone asks you if you're a god, you say, "Yes!"”
“And we have the tools. We have the talent!”
“My mind is totally blank.”
“What did you do, Ray? Aw, shit!”
“This job is definitely not worth another eleven-five a year.”
“I'm all right. You all right?”
“I love this town! Ha ha!”
brOTP: Peter Venkman, Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler, Janine Melnitz, Dana Barrett, Louis Tully, Walter Peck, Slimer, Buster, the siblings Megan and Kenny Carter, Alan, Elaine Phermon, Louise, Cyntia Crawford, DyTyllio, Bryan Welsh, Jenny Moran, Dani Shpak, Lou Kamaka, Melanie Ortiz, Kylie Griffin, Eduardo Rivera, Garrett Miller, Roland Jackson, Marie Laveau.
OTP: Ray Stantz, Tiyah Clarke, @spengnitzed OC Regina.
nOTP: Tiamat.
Random Headcanon: His parents camed from Lansing, Michigan, while Winston and his siblings (two brothers and three sisters) are born and growed up in the Bronx, New York City.
Unpopular Opinion: I find the IDW comics arc where the villain Tiamat (a sibling of Gozer) erases the memory of Winston’s marriage to his wife Tiyah Clarke of everybody except him unecessarily cruel, and prefer to ignore this event happened in favour of imagining they are still together and happy.
Songs I Associate With Them:
Summertime
Não Tenho Medo da Morte
Se eu Quiser Falar com Deus
Never Giving Up
Have a Little Faith in Me
Favorite Picture of Them:
Ernie Hudson in the 1984 movie
In the IDW licensed comics (including a picture of him as a newborn baby alongside his parents)
In the animated series The Real Ghostbusters
In the animated series Extreme Ghostbusters
#fictional character ask#character ask meme#fandom musings#pop culture#ghostbusters 1984#ghostbusters novelization#idw ghostbusters#the real ghostbusters#extreme ghostbusters#winston zeddemore#arsenio hall#ernie hudson
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ten books to know me
thanks for the tag @pancakehouse this is such fun and extremely random. if you ever want to talk about any of these books, I am dying for you to dm me.
I'm so sorry, but I think I do have to start with the Harry Potter Series, author unknown
guys I'm so sorry to do this, but let's be honest, this shit was life changing! I do not know how many times I've read these books, but baby MG needed them and they taught me about community and morality and igniting a true passion for reading. I've always been a big reader, but there was something about these books that sent me to orbit. and later, they taught me how to cyberbully terfs :)
Eloise by Kay Thompson
my favorite favorite favorite book as a kid, something that I read a million times and would happily read again.
Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky
this book changed the trajectory of my fiction interests (hello russian lit i love you) which leads really nicely into the second on the list
The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov
if we have ever talked books, I have definitely told you to read this. it is a delightful tale about the devil running amuck with his little demon friends. it features an amazing love story, reflections on religion and the bible, and a talking cat with a gun what more do you need?
Salad Days by Charles Romalotti
has anyone else read this? I've read it a dozen times, and it makes me wanna be a kewl punk rocker, which I am decidedly not.
The Abhorsen Series by Garth Nix
I came to this series in 2020, and I wish I had it sooner. the absolutely perfect depiction of depression in a young girl would have (and still is) been so validating to teenage me. the way magic functions in this world is so cool, too.
The Cheese Monkeys by Chip Kidd
the book that taught me literature can be bizarre and silly and out there and how to look for meaning in the small places, down to the font in the book (iykyk)
Love is a Mixtape by Rob Sheffield
I literally have a cassette tape tattoo because of this book. idk it's just great.
In Memoriam by Alice Winn
WHAT????? SHOCKING TURN OF EVENTS THIS BOOK IS MY ENTIRE PERSONALITY NOW. let's talk about it!!!
interested to hear from @wolfpants @nv-md @academicdisasterfic @famousinternetcat but of course no obligation!!
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