❧ likes:- movies (mostly telugu ones, attempting to watch more of k. vishwanath's movies), listening to music (telugu old and new, hindi old and new, english, japanese, korean, you name it), cats, anime, honkai star rail, biology, books (including telugu novels—but I only read a few) food, romance manhwa and manga, the mentalist, house m.d, (watching psych rn!) and more!
❧ favorites:- dazai dazai DAZAI DAZAI (bungo stray dogs), ijin yu (teenage mercenary), DAN HENG, phainon, ashveil (honkai star rail) tsukishima, akaashi, iwaizumi (haikyuu), qifrey (witch hat atelier), mahesh babu (specifically nandu/pardhu in athadu and raju in khaleja)
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❧ a mercenary's enrollment in love — an Ijin Yu x Indian! F! Reader fanfiction
1. If you were a bird, what type of bird would you be?
2. if you were an aquatic creature, would you be mammal, amphibian, fish, or something else?
3. do you have a favorite plushie/do you have a plushie
4. sleep. This isn’t a question. Sleep and drink water :) /threat
I’ll go first!
I would be a seagull!
I would be a mammal, probably some type of seal :)
I have two plushies that I snuggle at night! One is a sloth named Silver, and the other is a fish I made and named after my fish, Hyacinth. I love them dearly :)
i drank an entire bottle of water, and when I’m done with this, I will sleep! If it is night in your time zone I’m making you do the same
hmmmm… I think I’d have to be either a blackbird or a snowy egret
I would love to be a fish, maybe some sort of eel
I have a ton of stuffies, but my two ride or dies are my old ass bear named bearbear who I got at my mom’s baby shower, and my blåhaj named olive
I drank a lot of water and some caffeine (sorry guys lmao) bc I went climbing, and I’m use this as an accountability check for myself to get to bed early tonight :D
@jasmine-butterfly @robot-prince-of-the-apocalypse @sunnaestt @zombiegrrlll @gardenofstarss + open tags :)
I was told i reminded someone of a sparrow and that is my most treasured compliment
I want to be a jellyfish so i can sting people
Sppsps i had so many plushies back home and I miss them all, i have a decent amount here but i still miss those ones, my favourite one was this big fish one, also unrelated you can't call this a plushie but I would kill to get my kolbalis back
i drank.. soda.. eugh I'll drink water in a bit and i actually just woke up :))
THANKS FOR THE TAG @sunnaestt
1.) if i were a bird i would like woodpecker so i could use my beak to annoy @sunnaestt and @pop-rocks-22
2.)i would love to be dolphins cuz they just be doing shyt😭
3.)so i had this one plushie which i had since i was in 5th grade BUT MY GRANDMA THREW IT AWAY 😭😭(i cried for the whole day and still miss ma baby), but yeah i also have this other one that i sleep with every night ,his name is Mr snuggles (YALL BETTER RESPECT MY BABY IMMA BEAT YO ASS OTHERWISE)
4.)WATER AND SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK, I AM A STRONG , I DONT NEED IT I ONLY PASSED OUT ONCE YESTERDAY I AM FINEEEE
Crow. They're cool, crafty, and veeeery fashionable
Prolly a mammal... i just like mammals better lol. I love otters as well so maybe that :D. If not that then I'd be a freaking jellyfish or sm; they're so prettyyyyy!
Yes! She's a baby harp seal and she's my most treasured possession ><. I also have a blahaj ahahahaha
Yeah i really do need to get to sleep, i have things to do tomorrow T^T
No pressure tags:
@anyadanielleee, @anadiilua, @sparklesiren, @meliooh, + anyone who wants to join ><
1. i would probably be a pigeon. because theyre cute. and dont really do anything but eat and fly around. OH AND THEM SITTING IS SOSOSO CUTE
2. an amphibian probably so i could spend time on land and in water. i think it would be cool to feel so comfortable in both heheh
3. omg i have so many but my favorite is probably a kuroo one that i have matching w my bsf (she has a kenma one). but yeah i had waaaayyy too many plushies and even though i had to give away a ton i still have quite a few :33
4. oof i needed that reminder tyty i have no idea how to take care of myself 😔😔
Boyfriend!Suna who prefers to stay in and watch a movie with you. Both of you sprawled across the sofa, blankets and pillows scattered everywhere. You're both not even watching the movie properly, mainly on your phones, but in some way he's always grounded to you - legs intertwined, hands brushing, playing with your hair. He always has some form of contact with you.
Boyfriend!Suna who worries he'll lose you in public when you decide to wander off. His solution? Well, it's to keep you anchored to him by tugging at your belt loops or slipping a steady arm around your waist. He likes using his calloused hand to gently palm at your waist to keep you anchored to him. The second you even think about slipping away, he’s pulling you back before leaning down slightly and raising an eyebrow at you.
Boyfriend!Suna who loves it when you play with his hands. When you gently trace around the numerous callouses littering his hands from intense volleyball training or when your smaller fingers mindlessly fiddle with his larger ones.
Boyfriend!Suna who likes to keep a part of you with him throughout the day. One of your hairbands? Fake nail glue he keeps just in case one of yours falls off again? The little hand cream you love the smell of so much? Either way he's always prepared if you need anything.
Boyfriend!Suna who acts like you've been married for 30 years already. He keeps a photo of you in his wallet - although it's tearing at the sides and has creases, it's still his most prized possession.
Boyfriend!Suna who tries to get you a sweet treat after his practice. There's a bakery which you love close to the gym. Every so often he comes back to your shared apartment, hiding the box behind his back, fox eyes softening slightly at the edges as you squeal in delight and place the box on the counter before launching at him to give him a hug.
Boyfriend!Suna whose friends all know about you. They know your favourite flowers, snacks, movies.. the list is endless. “My girlfriend did this..”, “Oh my girlfriend likes…”. All because this emotionally constipated man actually never shuts up about you.
Boyfriend!Suna whose love language is quality time. You could be sitting in silence or be out and about. Either way, all he wants to do is spend time with you regardless of what you're doing.
Boyfriend!Suna who hides when he's flustered very well. Except you've realised that his ears tinge the faintest pink and so does his neck which he often tries to hide by placing his hand over it.
Boyfriend!Suna who never got over his nerdy interests as a kid. He still collects pokemon cards and you know he’ll give you any of the ones you want, always reserving the cute ones for you.
Boyfriend!Suna who loves to make playlists for you. Any songs that remind him of you are immediately added and he’s always playing them on repeat. He loves to create playlists for the both of you and always listens to new music you recommend him.
Boyfriend!Suna whose camera roll is full of pictures of you. Most of them being candids he took when you weren't looking - one of you brushing your teeth in the mirror, another of you feeding some ducks at a pond… all of these little moments he can’t bear to delete.
Boyfriend!Suna who loves to tease you and make you squirm - it’s his way of showing affection towards you. He’ll purposely tighten lids just so you’d go to him, a pout adorning your lips as you begrudgingly ask for help. He’d also place jars on the highest shelves just so you can ask for his help. He’d come up behind you, chest brushing against yours and rough hands gripping your waist before leaning up to retrieve said jar. All whilst being nonchalant and trying to see if he can get a reaction from you.
my first post - lwk so scared
shoutout to my twin may who helped me brainstorm, mwuah i love u
Boyfriend!Suna who prefers to stay in and watch a movie with you. Both of you sprawled across the sofa, blankets and pillows scattered everywhere. You're both not even watching the movie properly, mainly on your phones, but in some way he's always grounded to you - legs intertwined, hands brushing, playing with your hair. He always has some form of contact with you.
Boyfriend!Suna who worries he'll lose you in public when you decide to wander off. His solution? Well, it's to keep you anchored to him by tugging at your belt loops or slipping a steady arm around your waist. He likes using his calloused hand to gently palm at your waist to keep you anchored to him. The second you even think about slipping away, he’s pulling you back before leaning down slightly and raising an eyebrow at you.
Boyfriend!Suna who loves it when you play with his hands. When you gently trace around the numerous callouses littering his hands from intense volleyball training or when your smaller fingers mindlessly fiddle with his larger ones.
Boyfriend!Suna who likes to keep a part of you with him throughout the day. One of your hairbands? Fake nail glue he keeps just in case one of yours falls off again? The little hand cream you love the smell of so much? Either way he's always prepared if you need anything.
Boyfriend!Suna who acts like you've been married for 30 years already. He keeps a photo of you in his wallet - although it's tearing at the sides and has creases, it's still his most prized possession.
Boyfriend!Suna who tries to get you a sweet treat after his practice. There's a bakery which you love close to the gym. Every so often he comes back to your shared apartment, hiding the box behind his back, fox eyes softening slightly at the edges as you squeal in delight and place the box on the counter before launching at him to give him a hug.
Boyfriend!Suna whose friends all know about you. They know your favourite flowers, snacks, movies.. the list is endless. “My girlfriend did this..”, “Oh my girlfriend likes…”. All because this emotionally constipated man actually never shuts up about you.
Boyfriend!Suna whose love language is quality time. You could be sitting in silence or be out and about. Either way, all he wants to do is spend time with you regardless of what you're doing.
Boyfriend!Suna who hides when he's flustered very well. Except you've realised that his ears tinge the faintest pink and so does his neck which he often tries to hide by placing his hand over it.
Boyfriend!Suna who never got over his nerdy interests as a kid. He still collects pokemon cards and you know he’ll give you any of the ones you want, always reserving the cute ones for you.
Boyfriend!Suna who loves to make playlists for you. Any songs that remind him of you are immediately added and he’s always playing them on repeat. He loves to create playlists for the both of you and always listens to new music you recommend him.
Boyfriend!Suna whose camera roll is full of pictures of you. Most of them being candids he took when you weren't looking - one of you brushing your teeth in the mirror, another of you feeding some ducks at a pond… all of these little moments he can’t bear to delete.
Boyfriend!Suna who loves to tease you and make you squirm - it’s his way of showing affection towards you. He’ll purposely tighten lids just so you’d go to him, a pout adorning your lips as you begrudgingly ask for help. He’d also place jars on the highest shelves just so you can ask for his help. He’d come up behind you, chest brushing against yours and rough hands gripping your waist before leaning up to retrieve said jar. All whilst being nonchalant and trying to see if he can get a reaction from you.
my first post - lwk so scared
shoutout to my twin may who helped me brainstorm, mwuah i love u
“kei, do you ever think about how strange it is that we've never fought?” you ask, limbs tangled with his as you cuddle on his bed.
it’s 10:03 PM and you’re doing your best to fight against the chilling, icy atmosphere of tsukishima’s room. for some reason, he likes to sleep like a vampire.
“do you want to?” he offers with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. tsukki doesn’t even open his eyes when he responds, too sleepy to entertain another one of your late night overthinking sessions.
“no,” you say calmly, “but we’ve been together for 7 months. we must either be like, the greatest couple of all time or the exact opposite.”
you feel his chest rise and deflate against your head as he lets an overly dramatic sigh.
you knew tsukishima kei wasn’t one for pda. hell, it was one of the things you loved about him. he knew how to make you feel loved without having to scream it to the world.
like that one time on one of your first dates, when you had accidentally fallen asleep on the soft grass of the park while waiting for his weekend practice to end. you woke up with a hand massaging your scalp.
“how long have you been waiting there?” you giggle, rising from your slumber as you rub your eyes awake. he pulls away, casually avoiding your gaze. “why didn’t you wake me?”
kei only shrugs, “you looked peaceful.”
or that other time you got sick for a week and couldn’t make it to school, so he immediately visited you as soon as you got better and brought his backpack with him.
“i got two copies of all the homeworks due next week, so you don’t have to ask the teachers for them.” he unpacks his notes and fishes out two pens from his bag before turning to you. “come, i’ll teach you everything you missed.”
your teachers praised you for how responsible you were, and told you how much they appreciated that you took the initiative to study.
yeah, you totally did that.
or like right now, and all the other nights you’ve spent at his place. because unbeknownst to you, tsukishima kei sets up his bedroom every single time you visit. he tidies up, cleaning even spots that you would never think to look at. but most importantly, and tsukishima knows this routine by heart, he turns the a/c to the highest setting so you’d be forced to cuddle against him underneath his sheets.
“the former,” is all replies with, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.
“but seriously though. how lucky are we to never have fought even after seven months.”
tsukki sighs again, before reluctantly revealing, “we don’t fight because i make it a point to always agree with you.”
you’re taken aback by his words, sitting up slightly as you look him in the eyes, though his are still closed as he tries to focus on sleeping.
“...huh?”
“idiot,” he teases. maybe he thinks calling you names will cover up for how unbelievably sweet he’s being right now, “why would i want to argue with you?” he shifts, trying to subtly move his face away so you don’t see him fully.
“but i can’t always have my way, you know. a relationship should be 50/50, right?”
“not ours.” he presses your head back against his chest, and you hear his heartbeat fasten a little. “you’re the boss.”
BONUS: “and you’ve never paid in your life anyway. you don’t believe in that 50/50 bullshit.” “hey!” “i don’t even know what your wallet looks like.”
I usually am a sucker for self -realised characters who are just at peace. Raju ( even though his life is anything but peaceful) is a guy who knows who he is and is genuinely proud of himself. He is polite to people in his own way, doesn't take shit to heart, and just lives his life.
It's genuinely rare to see a good and fleshed out character.
I am writing this at 01;12 and I have work tomorrow. But yeah, i found a new respect for Mahesh Babu with his character in Khaleja. He is literally the person who fleshes out Raju, he breathes life into him with his great acting.
I will collect my thoughts and talk about this later!
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♡Pre-ts!Iwaizumi Hajime x fem!reader, angst with comfort.
♡Wc:2.1k
Happy reading ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
Being shy and introverted your whole life meant not having any friends. Not because you were hard to approach, but because you simply never fit in. People around you were loud, carefree and easygoing–the complete opposite of you.
You get shaky talking in front of the class, anxious when walking by a group of people and eat alone during recess in a secluded area so people won’t see and judge you for being alone.
People around you knew this, so they took advantage of your timidness. They would purposely talk smack about you when you’re there, commenting on everything about you. How your hair looked messy, how scared you look when you’re forced to present something in front of the class or how you did something embarrassing 3 years ago.
You couldn’t hold it in anymore. One day after school, you ended up breaking down in the bathroom. Their comments weren’t even that bad. You’ve heard worse. But, there was only so much you could take.
With red puffy eyes and a headache from crying, you drag yourself out of the bathroom stall. You walked over to the vending machine hoping to get a cold drink but it had other plans.
Apparently, the universe has something against you today. Not only did you have a breakdown, but the drink you wanted decided to get stuck and not drop. Great. You wanted to scream and cry, but your energy was completely depleted from your breakdown earlier. All you could do was sigh and walk away in defeat.
BAM
A loud noise came from behind you. You looked behind you to see a boy with short spiky hair holding the canned drink you were gonna leave behind. Did he punch the vending machine?
“Hey, is this yours?”
It was Iwaizumi Hajime who was also your classmate and was on the volleyball team. You don’t know much about him, really. You both have never really interacted despite being in the same class.
Truthfully, it was because you were scared of him. He always had been to you due to his intimidating demeanour.
Why does he have to see you now, of all times? It was embarrassing. What if he thought you were weird and started picking on you too?
With some hesitation, you forced yourself to move towards him and nodded quietly. Your head was hung low, not wanting him to see you in this pathetic state. He held the can out, urging you to take it.
As you reached your hand out, you felt a presence behind you. Multiple, actually.
“Oh? Miss scaredy cat’s actually talking to someone? What a surprise! We should celebrate, don’t you think?”
You heard all of them laugh and you felt yourself being filled with dread.
You couldn’t move. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand and your hands starting to shake. It felt like you couldn’t breathe.
Then a warm hand grabbed yours and tugged you forward before guiding you behind him.
The rest was a blur. You remember seeing his scowl, and the sound of his voice. He smelled like sandalwood and sweat. Probably from training earlier. All you could do was stare at him like a lovestruck puppy. You were completely captivated by him.
“Hey, you okay?”
His warm honey voice snapped you out of your daze and before you knew it, your cheeks were tinted with a pink hue and you turned into a stuttering mess.
“I-I’m okay, thank you!” Why did you sound so jolly? You wanted the ground to swallow you whole.
“That’s good. Don’t be afraid to speak up if they ever bother you again, alright?”
From that day on, the whispers and judgy looks slowly decreased. Iwaizumi also interacted with you more. With him around, you didn’t have to worry about those people anymore.
That was way back in junior high. With the universe's permission, both of you got accepted into Aoba Johsai High.
You and Iwaizumi only got closer since then.
Iwaizumi continued to be the reliable and stern guy, even more so since he’s the volleyball’s team vice captain and ace now. A lot of people looked up to him, and you were no exception.
Your feelings were stronger than admiration though. They only bloomed more since the day he stood up for you. But it wasn’t just admiration. There was a hint of jealousy. Not of his position or anything, no.
It was his stern ‘no-nonsense’ attitude. You were far from it and that fact stings. He was always there for you when you needed him–whether it be to save you from a group of bullies or a shoulder to cry on.
You appreciate him, you really do. But sometimes, his reliable nature is also what hurts. You feel helpless and small next to him. You’re nothing like him. He’s like a pillar for everyone and you’re just his shadow.
Yet he’s never treated you like you’re a burden and that makes you feel so frustrated. You know you’re helpless and he does too, so why doesn’t he treat you that way? He tells you that you’ve grown since junior high and that he’s proud of you.
Yet you can’t help but doubt him. Is he saying that just to make you feel better? All because he’s your friend? You hate it, hate how you’re thinking of him this way. He would never lie to you, so why do you keep thinking so?
The question has been plaguing your mind for however long now and he’s caught on to it.
“You good?”
That voice. That smooth deep voice that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. It made you come back to reality where you’re both studying in a cafe together.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Just tired”
“I can tell. Stop that”
He takes your hand and holds it in his.
“Do I really need to hold your hand for you to stop doing that?”
You looked down at your intertwined hands and noticed the red crescent marks in your palm from your fingers digging into it. It was a habit you had when you overthink or when you’re stressed.
“Sorry”
“Wanna talk about it?”
You looked at him with a confused (and maybe anxious) look.
“You’re clearly thinking too hard. Talk to me. I’ve told you already, I’m always here if you need to talk, so talk to me”
There it was, that stern ‘no-nonsense’ tone again. The tone that indicates that you can’t hide it anymore. Based on past incidents, you know you can’t escape it. It’s not like he pesters you about it but you’ll always bend to his warm, soothing and comforting voice.
“Let’s just finish our studying first, okay?”
As per usual, he didn’t push. He nodded and squeezed your hand before letting it go. It hurt in a way. He’s so patient with you, even when he notices that you’re trying to suppress your feelings. He’ll never force it out of you and your heart clenches at the thought.
He mentioned something about the sunset, so you both agreed to take a short walk by the park while the sun sets. The walk was quiet. To him, it probably felt peaceful but to you? Your head was spinning and your stomach was sick.
What’s wrong with you? Just spit it out. He’s your friend, he’s not going to leave if you say it.
Then, his hand enveloped yours. It was bigger, it can probably fit your fist in it. It was warm too.
“I don’t know what's going on in that head of yours, but I’ll say it again; I’m right here. If something’s on your mind, tell me. Keeping it in won’t do you any good”
He knew. When does he not, really? He can read you like an open book. You can’t look at him. You feel ashamed to. Ashamed that you doubted him.
“How can you always be so reliable? You always know when I’m upset and you’re always there to listen to me rant. It doesn’t even matter how tired or busy you are. Why…? I don’t understand.”
For the first time, you’re the one that’s squeezing his hand, as if he’ll disappear if you stop. You feel your nails digging into his skin yet he doesn’t even flinch.
“I’m the complete opposite of you. I get anxious easily, afraid to speak up and I’m always helpless! You’re a pillar for your volleyball team, for me. You’re reliable and straight-forward. I just feel so small next to you. Do I even deserve to be next to you?”
Before you knew it, your cheeks were wet with tears. When did they even fall?
“I’m sorry. I feel like I’ll never be enough, no matter how hard I try to be like you, I just can’t-”
“That’s because you’re not”
That was the first ever time he cut you off mid rant. He would never interrupt you, but this time, he couldn’t help it.
“No matter what you do, you’re never gonna be like me because that’s not who you are"
At his statement, you felt your heart drop and shatter into a million pieces. Your head hung low and hesitantly tugged your hand away from his. Only to feel his hand gripping yours just as tightly as before.
“But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna hate you for it. Did you really think I care that you’re not like me? I didn’t be friends with you out of pity either. I don’t care that you easily get anxious. I also don’t like it when you say you’re ‘unreliable’.”
His free hand comes up to wipe away a tear that fell. The way he looks at you with so much love and care sends a pang to your heart. How perfect can he be?
“I love you because you’re you. So what if you’re timid? I’d still choose you. Hell, you could be as annoying as Oikawa and I'd still choose to be here with you.”
He managed to get a small chuckle out of you through the tears and hiccups.
“What I’m saying is, you shouldn’t feel that way at all and I’m sorry you had to carry this for so long. Shy, quiet, whatever. I wouldn’t change a thing about you. You won’t be you if I did. You being here, even in silence, is enough for me, alright? Don’t think stupid things again”
He reached out to ruffle your hair as you felt your tears dry.
“Promise me you’ll tell me when you feel that way again?"
You took his hand that was holding yours and guided it so both your pinkies were out before interlocking them.
“I pinky promise”
“That’s a big thing, are you sure about it?”
“More than anything"
A chuckle escaped his lips as he continued looking at you and you could’ve sworn you felt his pinky tighten around yours before letting go.
Once he helped dry off any extra tears with a tissue, the both of you continued walking hand in hand.
The sun hit you in a way that made your hair glow. Even the wind blew through your hair nicely, making you look like you were some haircare model.
“I hope you know that I love you too” You broke the comfortable silence while turning to him and walking sideways, a cheeky smirk plastered on your lips.
His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before averting his gaze from yours.
“Look in front of you when you walk or you’re gonna trip, idiot”
“Do I really have to worry about that? You’re gonna catch me if I do, won’t you?” A snicker came out of you as you turned to look forward again.
Beside you, the spiky haired boy covered half his face with his hand and cleared his throat.
“You’re gonna be the death of me”
“At least it’ll be me”
An amused chuckle came out from him and his hand came up to ruffle your hair again. This time though, it was to hide the growing blush on the tips of his ears.
You looked down at your intertwined hands and realised that the jealousy and frustration that were once gnawing at you are now gone. You couldn’t help but smile and hold onto his hand a little tighter.
“What are you smiling for, hm?”
You simply giggled and averted his gaze, making his eyebrow arch. He shook his head at your antics and just let out an amused huff.
You can doubt yourself and him all you want, but at the end of the day, he’ll always be there to prove you otherwise.
A/n this is super self indulgent haha 👩🦯 olivias new album has been on repeat since its release so i had to write at least one fic inspired by one of the songs :3
Thank you @incandescent-night for the dividers, i lob u
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@mayiedayie thank u for feeding my delusions, consider this a thank u for making me laugh and giggle till my cheeks hurt
jane x lisbon is so funny. imagine you’re hunting down the serial killer who killed your wife and child and turned your life upside down. over the decade it takes for you to kill the guy back, you’re working for the cops and you’re sort of partners with this incredible, smart, hot, awesome woman. so of course you fall in love with her, but you can’t really do anything about it because 1. not over your dead wife 2. she’s technically your boss. so you kinda flirt with her, you buy her a pony, but you don’t cross a line. you do tell her you love her in a particularly risky scheme to catch the serial killer but it doesn’t work so you walk it back later. finally ten years after your family got killed you get the guy and kill him back. except now you’re on the run because you murdered a guy. so you spend two years in venezuela, until the fbi tracks you down and offers you a deal: they will drop the charges if you work for them. you agree, but only if they give your boss/partner/crush a job. she’s thankful about it but she also (rightfully) is mad at you that you think you can just change her career like that after two years of near-radio silence. so you both work for the fbi now and she’s not your boss anymore but you both kinda need time to get used to the new dynamic before you can say “hey queen i’ve been in love with you for like ten years” even though everyone keeps mentioning how they thought you guys would’ve gotten together years ago.
patrick jane truly is a character of all time. he's arrogant. he's broken. he's haunted. he's funny. he's genuinely delighted by small pleasures. he likes breaking and entering. he's a tea snob. he's tortured frequently on screen. he flinches every time a gun goes off. he hides behind his female colleagues when he gets scared. he's a sociopath. he's a liar. he does magic tricks. he has basically no moral compass and will do anything to catch the guy who killed his wife and child, including lie to and use everyone he cares about. he sleeps on a mattress on the floor in the room his family was murdered in, with the calling card of their killer still on the wall. he loves children. he's very empathetic. he's the reason his family is dead. he loves setting traps and catching people in lies. he hates rich people and doesn't care when they get murdered. he's a card shark. he always knows what everyone is thinking. when people piss him off he makes their lives miserable. he hypnotises people all the time. he's a con man. he's the most honest guy you'll ever meet. like literally where else do you find a freak like that.
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