the frustration is eternal

few women are controllable, gemini is completely uncontrollable because a baseline rarely exists. geminis can be dizzyingly confusing to people, often downright contradicting themselves and seeing no trouble at all with this. and the gemini must be free as a bird, the spirit becomes quiet, withdrawn, and dull when confined, they need to escape at a moment’s nice, be given opportunity to share what’s on their mind. they can become very frustrated at possessive behaviour. gemini is an eternal child, but many gemini women are coated with an intellect of class and adaptability, dynamic and engaging socially. they make tremendous writers, comedians, and journalists. a message is always on the tip of their tongue 

i’m seeing in the heights in london for the last time in couple of hours,, it’s ridiculous how much this show means to me and i’m going to miss it so much!

i’m still on a break for a couple more days, but i just wanted to show you some more of my progress with my obc rotoscope whilst i’ve got a little spare time 😊😊


For @illustraice and her amazing Sun/Moon spirit au? THIS WAS SO RUSHED, BY I wanted to give you something in addition to the writing.

Thank you for all your amazing work. (PLEASE DON’T LISTEN TO EINE KLEINE BY RACHIE. it really hurts with this au.)

It’s entirely a lie that the gods whisper amongst themselves. Behind soft tones and intrepid smiles, he knows what they say about her. About him.

But his golden light conceals too much. He can’t see the truth behind the glaring brightness of his own being.

They say that she’s weak without him. That they’re two halves of a broken whole, and that the moon cannot shine without the sun.

They forget that she is the night sky and all it encompasses. They forget that she holds the stars in her small hands, that she grasps the distant galaxies with her glowing night.

He doesn’t get to see her much. But when he does, the old scars across his back and his chest and the ones that sear in his heart all ache.

Vague memories of bloodless war flit through his mind. Her blue eyes are ever closed in his presence. Her dark gown spilling over like ink around her form.

She is perfection. Everything he is not.

She is not his to have. Her silver heart belongs to a human she once met.

She reaches for a man she knows is no longer living. But her moon shines just for him…for Adrien.

It wanes when the remembrance of war hurts her. It waxes red and full when her anger writhes and pulls at the oceans.

She once was human. Once was on earth long enough to meet a boy with golden hair like wheat and eyes the color of sunlight through leaves. A boy who fought in a revolution with ideals as pure as newly born life wavering under the spring sun.

“Wait for me. Wait for me, my Lady. When it is over, we can see each other again.”

But he never came for her. She’d searched long and hard across the streets of Paris, her form slowly shifting as the constellations on her back faded.

Mortals had so often made wishes on her stars, but she lamented that she cannot do the same as her heart leaked open and her tears doused the corpses that littered the battleground.

It’s been centuries, and her heart still aches.

(As do the old scars that gleam like starlight across her ribs and back, the scars the curl around her legs like sea foam.)

So she waits with a smile that cuts across the dark like her crescent moon, watching the world turn while she waits for a soul to be reborn. Her eyes drift into a sleep, dreams dancing across her sight full of wishes she cannot grant.

It is the strangest thing, he thinks, to make wishes on a flower.

The Earth is such a beautiful balance…one who’s beauty brings with it a sharp regret that he can’t quite recall.

There’s peace in this field of sunflowers that rise like curious sentinels for their king. He feels safe in their shade, hidden from the glare of his own sun.

There’s a little lark that sits on his shoulder, head tilted inquisitively at him. He gives it a gentle smile, and turns back to the flower he holds.

(The local flower spirit…a tiny pink robed girl by the name of Rose…has kindly left him to his devices.)

But he holds not a sunflower, but a delicate dandelion in between his warm hands, and he heaves a breath.

“I want to see her.” He whispers.

He watches the seeds drift away on the sudden breeze. They spiral upwards into the sharply blue sky, a color that distinctly reminds him of the one he adores.

His wish is carried away on the breeze. He hopes the wind spirit cannot hear it. But then again, he wonders if he should have wished on the stars instead.

Maybe then she would have heard the sound of his golden heart reaching across the sky for her.

They meet once more during an eclipse.

He thinks it oddly fitting that the darkest time of existence for him is when he can see her.

She thinks it oddly disquieting that the brightest time of existence for her is when they cross paths.

An eclipse. Solar or lunar, she can’t quite tell yet.

But those familiar tendrils of heat reach out for her. Her hands feel cold and there’s an old timeliness pain that lances through her as he calls her name.

Still, she curls into herself, a full moon who’s silvery light wanes in the face of the golden sun.

Her eyes remain closed, but somehow, her frigid fingers reach across the brief expanse, seeking a warmth they do not want.

“What are you afraid of, Night? Why do you curl away from me?” He calls out, slight irritation causing him to flare red and orange for a moment.

She lets the frost under her shadow creep into her tone…lets the elegance of snow and ice under stars color her answer.

“I don’t love you. I don’t want eternity with you. We may remain friends.”

He’s frustrated. And he can’t catch her glance, because still her eyes are closed against him and the tears well up in his own gaze.

“I understand.” He says quietly, and the rest of the eclipse is spent in silence.

But there’s a gentle smile in her goodbye and he just barely catches the tips of her fingers to press a burning kiss to them.

She opens her eyes the smallest bit, oddly gray in the light of the blue stars that color her gown.

And then they part.
She hears the wish he made on her brightest star.

She can’t grant it.

They think the night needs the day to shine. How wrong they are…it is the day that wholly depends on the night.

It is his golden heart that aches for her. It is his balance that is broken when she disappears and he remains.

Her night sky remains, but there’s a wailing loneliness that makes it seem so much dimmer.

His cries echo across the stars, and his tears become rain.

She hides on Earth, and while her heart aches still, she shifts her dark umbrella higher over her shoulders and lets the tears roll cruelly over it.

She cannot grant his wish when she’s working so hard to grant her own.

There’s someone she needs to find.

In Sagittarius, there is a strong sense of justice despite popular belief; Sagittarius has ascendency over the 9th house of law and legal principles, ethics, morals, and expansive understanding that derives from Jupiter, also known as the Superconscious Self. There is a lingering of the stigma of Sagittarius, the “immature, foolish and irresponsible” Sagittarius, and it is not entirely untrue, I am not here to debunk anything, yet the Sagittarius who is open to growth tends to value a more ethical personal truth and a higher purpose. The arrow shot by the centaur is representative of a higher calling, it sweeps far and wide into the universe, symbolism of expansion and self-discovery, and therefore self-growth that reaches the Superconscious being. There is no foolishness, immaturity or irresponsibility in this version of Sagittarius, only the totality of wisdom. Jupiter is a charitable, joyful, and generous planet and this expresses through Sagittarius; seeing injustice does not sit right with a person who generally has a giving, good-natured, and tolerant approach towards others.

Of course, with Jupiter, there is a problem with excessiveness: while Sagittarius can be lawful and genuine, this can turn around into taking justice into one’s own hands, in due course causing recklessness, insincerity, and willfulness, as this is a sign that may abide solely by arrogant or self-interested inner philosophies. “My way is The way” is the motto of a Sagittarius unwilling to separate themselves from their superior judgment and inflated ego.

Jupiterian knowledge rests inside Sagittarius and gives an aura of altruistic sense and cosmic-consciousness; in Sagittarius we see the direct functioning of the higher mind. The advanced faculties of the Jupiterian perception seeds a spiritual, idealistic and an insightfully intuitive individual, who is ever-questioning of the universal workings of life. The constant questioning of divinely unknown matters also gives birth to the skeptic nature of Sagittarius, but it is a cycle; a skeptic asks questions and does everything in their power to find and understand the answers. A skeptical Sagittarius who does not seek answers to their critical questions is stuck in Jupiter’s Great Red Spot, where an eternal storm is brewing, symbolic of internal frustration and directionless pursuit. Sagittarius can also get lost in daydreams of far away and romantic voyages just as much as their Jupiterian counterpart, Pisces, gets drunk on escaping the mundane…they are the romantics of life; the visionary soul who has a love for life’s humor, mysteries, and other delights as well as an urge to learn all that life has to offer, the arrow keeps gliding far & wide and further.

dystopiansushi  asked:

Do you know any good ace victor/ace yuuri fics?

Thanks for these requests! There are not too many ace/aro fics (please share them with me if you have read more!) and I found one fic with ace!Victor (thank you @dystopiansushi!) so I’m really sorry about the lack of recs. 😭 Nevertheless, I have a few here that should fit what you’re looking for. Enjoy!

Friendly reminder that being ace, along with gender and other sexualities, is a spectrum! Being aro/ace means different things to people, characters, and authors.

Originally posted by viktvr

Ace Yuuri/Victor

Understanding by Katskiforov, Teen, 606 words
In which Yuuri realises that he hasn’t, in fact, told Viktor about his sexuality. Cute coming out fic!

love and its derivatives by thankyouforexisting, Teen, 2.3k
So Yuuri takes his hand, gently, and Victor cooks, by his side, and it’s exactly what he needs. After a few minutes, he kisses Victor’s hand tenderly, eternally grateful that Victor doesn’t push, doesn’t get frustrated, doesn’t snap and lash out. Victor is the perfect boyfriend I’m sobbing

In My Arms by Tennyo, Gen, 1.6k
Viktor wakes up, and muses about how he ended up in Sapporo with Yuuri sleeping in his arms. Pure fluff. LOVE!

Earnest Love by jellyfishfics, Mature, 3.9k
When they live together in St. Petersburg, Viktor opens up and Yuuri meets him where he is. Ace Victor (!!!) and demi Yuuri!

Kiss?!?! by IllyasJames, Teen, 3.3k
After Victor kissed him publicly on the Ice for the very first time. Yuuri is a bit at a loss. He knows how he feels, well most of the time, but was Victors Kiss indeed meant the way he felt it. Thumbs up!

The Language of Small Affections by phoenixwings, Teen, 2.3k
His desire isn’t like flipping a switch to turn on a light. It’s more like slowly and steadily stoking a fire that’s strong enough to burn throughout the night. Lovely one shot!

A Love Most Unique by heartsdesire456, Explicit, 5.7k
There were a lot of things about Yuuri’s relationship with Victor that was unique. It was especially unique to be someone who had never found any appeal in the thought of sex and found such ready acceptance from a partner who very much enjoyed sex.

on love: storge by oakleaf, Teen, 2k
Eros is a sexual love; agape is an unconditional one.
Storge is a love based on friendship rather than passion.

fresh off the presses by fan_nerd, Teen, 6.7k
Based on his book selections, Yuuri’s not sure if this regular is a horny pervert, a cop, or a nerd. Victor is weird and eccentric, and the bookkeeper is pretty sure that the man has never come in with his hair combed. Ace Yuuri bookstore AU!

Boldly go. by IllyasJames, Teen, 1.6k
Sometimes you just have to ask. Ace Yuuri! CUDDLES!

Shoved; Then Jumping

She wakes early — the sky outside his window is barely lighter than the humid, musky darkness inside — and her first semi-conscious thought is don’t move, don’t wake him.

She needs a minute to herself before she has to deal with whatever’s about to happen.

Images from last night flood her brain: him clutching her as he sat in his desk chair, weeping and lost, abruptly and painfully an orphan; her moving off her knees once his tears had stopped and him pulling her close in a different way that was at once shocking and completely expected; his mouth on hers, his hands everywhere, his erection pressing hot and hard against her — and her immediate response in kind, the feeling of being so blazingly alive, so raw and vital, of sudden, animal heat rising to match his; the frenzied unbuttoning, tearing, yanking-off of clothes; his teeth scraping at her nipples through the lace of her bra; his fingers sunk deep inside her before her underwear is all the way off.

Oh shit, she thinks, forehead resting against the bare skin of his back, inhaling his scent, her traitorous body anticipating more — when she’s reasonably certain he’ll never be able to look her in the eye again.

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anonymous asked:

OH MAN ARE REQUESTS ACTUALLY OPENING? If so, do you think you could do headcannons for Alex with an insomniac reader? Also, if it isn't too much to ask for something else, headcannons for Burr with a very (I don't want to say touchstarved but I totally mean touchstarved) reader?

boss’ memo : sure !! i’ll do the other one later :0

Originally posted by linoftheday

  • the number one rule goes as follows : only alex is allowed to stay up late 
    • as a result, he is filled with concern once you start falling prey to your insomnia as well
    • you might just actually force him to start sleeping earlier than four n the morning because he just,, really worries about you and there’s actually a chance of him falling asleep while trying to get you to fall asleep
      • he jokes that this was clearly your master plan and oh no, it’s working
    • his first order of business is finding a cause–why’s this happening? is it too many thoughts? is it stress? is it nightmares? is it simply because you’re frustrated that you can’t sleep, thus creating an eternal and horrible cycle?
      • if you don’t know why and can’t really explain it to him, that’s fine !!
  • he honestly tries everything,, tries making you tea, tries to ensure you don’t nap too much during the day–oh, and about the tea!
    • the concept of not being extra for once in his life simply does not exist for this boy, and alex will honestly go out and buy as many varieties as he can with the hopes that one will be of help (black, green, white, herbal, oolong–no tea is safe)
    • if it’s due to you staying up late to do work, or due to too many ideas, he’ll have you write the ideas down and will do his best to ensure you do your work earlier
      • if you can’t finish your stuff by 11, he’s gonna make sure that the two of you wake up earlier than usual tomorrow so you can finish
    • there’s a point where he kind of gives up and goes
      • “please sleep”
        “what do you think i’m trying to do, alex”
        “um so you’re aware that’s not going to work, right”
        “yeah kinda, doesn’t mean i can’t try”
  • likely what ends up working is when he starts just laying next to you and holding you to his chest (or vice versa, depending on your preference)
    • the rise and fall of his chest is pretty relaxing, if you’re to be honest, plus, the goodnight kisses are always nice after a difficult day. alex talks a lot about how much he loves you, but having him show it is always lovely.
    • –though, it really is unfortunate that he snores
      • (don’t worry, he’ll get you some ear plugs if you need ‘em)
Saphael Fanfic Rec 2.0

A Saphael Fest.

More writing goodies from amazing writers.

As always, if you know any of the authors and tag them, that would be very much appreciated

A Daisy instead of a glass shoe by @soft-saphael

Tumblr prompt: runaway prince!simon and commoner!rapahel

Two weeks from his coronation and three from his wedding to Princess Isabelle of Idris, the Prince of New York found himself on a park bench in Brooklyn. His face buried in the palms of his hand as his phone continued to ring.
Deep breaths. Deep breathes. Deep- the phone is laying in pieces on the concrete walkway in shattered fragments.

“You’re a little far from the palace” A slightly accented voice said, from out of the corner of his eyes Simon saw black leather.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh I’m sorry your highness, I apologize for not bowing” The boy snorted.

“Please, just leave me alone” Simon huffed tiredly.

A First Date (Kind of. Almost.) by SnogboxesAndChips

Simon is always looking for excuses to be near Raphael. When he finally finds a suitable excuse, he walks in on Raphael doing something that Simon would have never thought Raphael would do. He was cooking.

And every road you take (will always lead you home) by @woodenhallslikecaskets

For Raphael’s 55th birthday Magnus gifts him a portal that leads to 1956.

Brooklyn, NY 1956: he meets a beautiful boy by the name of Simon Lewis. They’ve never met before but Raphael feels like he could love him. They could fall in love.

Break of the light by @makehomesofhumans

Simon’s eyes sparked to life as he was being dangled over the edge of a building. He sighed, because that was just his luck.

But who would love a monster, anyway? By @spendeonswithyou

As he learns later, loving Simon hurts. It’s making his dead heart want to beat again, destroying the remaining bits and pieces of his soul.

Or the Soulmate AU in which you can feel your soulmate’s pain.

Customer Satisfaction by kuro1neko2kun

‘You’re the customer and you get back at me for all the times I’ve spelt your name wrong by mispronouncing my name in increasingly horrible ways’ AU

Darling, you’re all I need by @anjawritingsx

Simon and Raphael are happy together, that is until Simon forgets their 8th year anniversary.
Raphael is left heartbroken and Magnus and Alec try to pick up the pieces.

Does that mean you’ve a really bad crush on me too? By milleniumlint

Simon wants Raphael to understand he has feelings for him but he’s not so obvious like he thinks he is.

Dreaming of You (endlessly) by Nubian_Reese

Corazón—His heart. He loves Simon so much it hurts. His beauty, his optimism, it’s a sea of good and Raphael does nothing but dive right in. And he is not ashamed, because Simon is a gift. God’s gift, and sometimes Raphael can’t believe what they have together is real, but when Simon leans down and kisses him, hands running through each other’s hair skimming down backs, and gripping hips, Raphael lives in every sense and knows that this is real.

Flirting 101 by TrickyVicky3

Raphael sighs, shaking his head more to himself than anything else as he reaches down for Simon and pulls the other boy up again. “That will be all for today” he pulls the bottom of his tank top up, using the material to wipe away sweat, unaware of Simon’s gaze tracking over his abdomen. “You did good but not good enough, even if you pinning me down was kind of hot”

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anonymous asked:

Please I'm living for this what if Jer gets really angery for some reason and some glass of water literally spills for no reason and Michael's just "Du d e…can you see it no w???????"

if jer!moon was a thing, i think the magic would seep in very, very slowly. it’s so gradual that jeremy never experiences any exhaustion or consequences (which is another reason why he refuses to believe in any supernatural capability he has).so as a child, water trembles when hes around. the older he gets, the ripples start. by the time he’s in high school, there are steady, tiny waves. 

all up until something like this happens. the moon doesnt really have the best motor control, so i figure anon’s situation may work (though on a hot summer day, small droplets of water slowly move towards him. he doesnt notice.) i can imagine a glass of water wouldnt be enough to convince jeremy, much to michael’s ETERNAL FRUSTRATION, so i wanna put him like. near a pool. and maybe he gets emotional. maybe he gets angry about something. then maybe he starts hearing the incongruous sounds of strong waves. maybe he turns around and sees the tides hes created himself, churning and crashing water against water. then he’s like. oh. fuck.

michael doesnt have time to say “i told you so” because he’s too busy trying to keep a kinda freaking out jeremy any semblance of calm. because jeremy’s at least used to be unremarkable human heere. but?? he isnt???? and the questions and fears that come along with that realization would probably freak jeremy out A Lot.

(”Jeremy, it’s okay,” Michael says soothingly while Jeremy tries to get his breathing under control. In and out, just like the waves—fuck. Okay. Don’t think about the waves. “Jeremy, can you look at me?” and he’s too freaked to not obey.

When Jeremy looks up, Michael’s eyes are his golden ones; the kind of gold you could drown in. Michael looks at him, concerned and careful, and says “Just look at me and try to breathe, yeah? Five seconds in, good. Five seconds hold. Five seconds out.”

The waves die down, breath after breath, but only the ones in the pool. Jeremy can still hear them, can still feel them. They wash up against the confines of his skull, demanding attention.)

Stress and Massages // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst

Words: 2.8k

Relationship status: together

Warnings: swearing, body hatred, anxiety (not really a full attack, but close)

Summary: “I’m…I’m stressing out over nothing.” / “What’s ‘nothing’?” / “Shit I shouldn’t be worried about,” Dan responds. He sighs for the umpteenth time. “Fans, videos, YouTube in general…” He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it into a quiff. “Everything just…seems to be falling apart at the seams, and I don’t know how to fix it.”

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Like petals between teeth- Prologue

Summary: Andrew doesn’t manage to get between Riko and Neil in time to prevent the racquet coming down on his skull. Neil is rushed to the hospital, Andrew and the rest of the team not far behind.

Neil awakens a day or two later to a killer headache and the inability to speak.

N: My first go at writing something for AFTG. Canon divergence from the end of the last book, because I wanted to explore Neil navigating recovering from something like this. I will re-read over it and edit for AO3 :)

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Kitty Bryce Drabble

This basically went from Bryce’s adorable Yey Sweaters!! to Bryce cuddling in sweaters to Kitty Bryce cuddling in sweaters to Kitty Bryce cuddling in sweaters cause he misses his humans. I somehow lost my way to that and this happened! Anyway this was written on my phone at almost 1am so sorry if its rushed. IDEK. XD I cant with my writing.

Kitty Bryce is basically @yandie106’s chibi. Hopefully I can write more of this.


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caeiliis  asked:

hello! could you write number 12 for Adrinette? or 22 for Marichat? (๑´ڡ`๑)

22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

The sketchbook in Marinette’s hand is more a prop at this point than anything else. She spends much more of her time looking at the figure on her bed than actually drawing him, a pattern that increases in frequency the more times her visitor comes around. Even distancing herself by working from the lower floor of her room doesn’t help much; but subtlety was never her strongest point to begin with.

“See something you like?” Chat purrs knowingly.

Subtlety wasn’t his strongest point either.  

“Are you trying to replace my cat pillow?” Marinette shoots back in return, a response but not an answer. “You seem to like napping up there.”

Chat rolls over until his head dangles over the edge of her bed, upside down. His eyes glitter at her as a wide grin stretches languidly, mischievously across his face. Marinette knows that expression too well at this point; evasiveness is something he lets go without comment when she’s Ladybug, but never when she’s Marinette.

She sort of wishes he’d still poke her like this when she’s Ladybug too. The way he challenges her is as fun as it is aggravating.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice,” Chat teases.

Her heart skips a beat and she has no idea why.

“Like you could use a bath?” Marinette retorts instead, her fingers curling tighter around her sketchbook. “Anyone tell you that you smell like cheese all the time?”  

The smile vanishes as Chat’s brow creases in disbelief. His nose twitches as he scents the air, searching for his bane. A faint “Seriously?” punctuates his findings.

Marinette snickers as she watches him, her hands gradually relaxing enough to tap her pencil against her sketchbook in thought. Her temper gives way to the question growing in her mind, the one that she wonders every time he visits and the one she tries to find an answer to in his body language, in his expressions, in his tells.

She’s drawn a lot of different subjects over the years, but he is her most complicated study.

“Chat,” Marinette calls, catching his attention. “You know you’re always welcome here, and I like seeing you but… why do you keep coming back?”

“The food,” Chat answers without hesitation. He laughs as he catches the chocolate chip cookie that Marinette hurls up at him, humming appreciatively as he bites into it.

With the chocolate melting on his tongue and the cookie held between his teeth, he gracefully flips over the edge of her bed and lands silently on all fours beside her. He breaks the remainder of the cookie in half and offers the larger portion to her.

“And the company,” he continues, nudging the offering into Marinette’s hands when she doesn’t put down her sketchbook right away. She accepts the cookie with her tongue stuck out childishly at him, her way of sneaking in the last word.

Chat laughs, freely and wholeheartedly, before flopping down onto the ground in surrender. He stretches out across the expanse of her pink rug, as relaxed and comfortable as Marinette’s ever seen him.

Her pencil twitches in her hand, itching to capture the rare moment of utter peace that loosens his limbs and smooths his sleepy expression. His tail curls out in a path that leads back to her. He melts into the pink of her space in a way that fills an absence she never realized was there.

“Chat?” Marinette whispers, reluctant to break the quiet. “The sun’s over by the chair if you want.”

His head rolls to the side to face her. He takes his time looking at her, memorizing her the same way she was just memorizing him.

“I know,” Chat murmurs. His eyes blink slowly. Deliberately. “And it’s over here too.”

anonymous asked:

What would the DiaLovers do if their S.O. had abilities of her own ~(whether it's strength or magic or something else)~ that prevented them from ever being able to physically dominated her?

Admin Mawile: (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)


-It’s annoying to have to strategize to get his way, but as long as he’s still getting blood, it’ll just have to do. He’ll only pursue the easier prey, the kind that all but falls into his lap, and powers have nothing to do with that. 


-To begin with, he’s more fond of mental manipulation that brute strength, and your abilities mean little in the face of his brilliant mind. He has no doubts that he’ll be able to control you as well as anyone else. 


-It’s horribly aggravating to have to work for his food, but the challenge might actually bring out even worse things in him. If he can’t force you to submit, then he’ll just have to find other ways of achieving it. 


-He’s absolutely infuriated by the idea of you fighting back in any way, and his viciousness may very well overwhelm even your powers. If that doesn’t work, the tantrums and crying fits may prove hard to say no to. 


-He’s not a brute anyway, and surely you’ll be happy to give in and do as he says once he’s shown you just how good it can be. If all else fails, he’ll resort to cruel manipulation and trickery to get his way. 


-He’s very frustrated by not being able to get away with his usual methods. You might actually be able to deter him this way, once he starts to realize that there’s really nothing his strength can do. 


-He doesn’t need brute strength, and even your abilities will be useless against his strategics and control. Livestock have no chance of ever overcoming him, and he’ll surely be able to force you to submit in other ways. 


-Your powers make him more than a bit nervous, and it’s obvious that he’s carefully working around them. He’s determined to get his way, though, no matter what he has to do to work around your strength. 


-It’s difficult for him to adjust to someone being as strong as he is, and it takes at least a few failed tries before he realizes there’s little he can do to force you. It becomes a source of eternal frustration for him. 


-He absolutely loves that you’re so powerful, and constantly begs to be hurt by you. He’ll even go so far as trying to make you angry, all in the hopes that you’ll snap and do something truly violent. 


-He has many other means of controlling someone, and physical strength means absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things. He has no doubts that you too will learn to obey him in time. 


-He absolutely hates that he can’t do anything to physically best you, and frequently tries to do so anyway. It never quite sinks in that he can’t hurt you, and it makes him all the more vicious.