#my brain is extremely unpredictable

[phightingconfessions]

confession ID DIE FOR HIM I DIDNT CARE ABOUT HIM BEFORE BUT NOW I DO I LOVE HIM

HES NOT BALD 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 AND HIS HELMET HAS HORN HOLES 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 UNLIKE BANHAM AND HIS HORNS THAT PHASE THROUGH HIS BLINDFOLD

[heybiji]

ialso love playign superhero ttrpgs can i ask what the Masks ttrpg is? i love finding neww hero themed ttrpgs ^-^ yay!

Ohhh!! Hey! i love getting to talk ttrpg stuff thanks for the question!

MASKS: A New Generation is a superhero ttrpg about teenagers all trying to figure out who they are in a world filled with people constantly telling them who they are and how the world works. It's less about the powers and the fights and more about the emotional journey of the PCs with mechanics that support that. It's a really narratively driven game!

tldr: try it out! it's fun! it's simple! and it's low-prep (apparently, just not for me, but i'm always just gonna do Too Much). you want a system with mechanics that revolve around telling a story? around your character's emotions and how they view themselves? this is the one for you! it's great and i've really been enjoying it!!

First of all, it's a fail-forward system, so the way your character levels (advanced) is by missing rolls. I like this a lot.

There are ten core playbooks that are essentially the classes you can choose from. They each come with their own powers, some intentionally more impressive than others, but it's not about the powers; it's about the core conflict that comes with each of the archetypes. Here are a few playbook examples:

The Delinquent: You've got these cool powers. But everyone keeps telling you how to use 'em. You know what they need? Someone to give them trouble, to make sure they don't always get their way. And hey! You're the perfect her to do it.

The Legacy: You're the latest in a storied heroic lineage, a family that shares a name and a cause. Now, everybody is watching and waiting to see if you've got what it takes to uphold that tradition. No Pressure, right?

The Nova: You're a font of power. Channel it, and you can remake the world into exactly what you want. Unleash it, and you can do miracles. It's wonderful... and terrifying. Lose control for even a second, and other people get hurt.

Your stats are your Labels. They're how you see yourself, and how others see you. The Labels are DANGER, FREAK, SAVIOR, SUPERIOR, and MUNDANE. Different stats help with different Moves/rolls, so for example a high DANGER stat helps you Directly Engage a Threat, while a low MUNDANE stat makes it harder for you to Comfort or Support Someone. Your Labels are constantly being shifted around throughout the game as your character's self-image changes (and that self-image changes a lot, basically the NPCs are just label shifting machines).

The mechanics are fun! Instead of traditional damage, the PCs have Conditions that they take on, and what conditions a character has affects their rolls. The Conditions are Afraid, Angry, Guilty, Hopeless, and Insecure. So if you're Angry you take -2 on your roll to do the move Comfort or Support Someone, if you're Afraid, it's -2 on Directly Engage a Threat, etc. There are multiple ways to clear your conditions but the most straightforward way is to take a particular action, so if you're Angry you have to hurt someone or break something important, and if you're Afraid you have to run from something difficult. These actions lead to some awesome and surprising story beats!

There's some other stuff as well, but that's the gist!

Coming from DND, it took me some time to adjust to something so wildly different in terms of the system, but I've been enjoying it! I haven't gotten to play it as a PC, but running it has been an interesting challenge. I think it's a pretty simple system to work with, and I at least hear it's low-prep (again not for me tho lol). It's mechanically looser than the only other ttrpg I've played (dnd) and requires a lot more decision making from the whole table, so I think in a way it asks more of its players in that way. And the GM role is constantly on in a specific way, because it's up to the GM to listen and call out when a Move is being triggered and a roll should be made based on what the characters are doing in any particular scene.

anyway I can always have more to say but MASKS has been fun. I recommend giving it a shot! And then you should tell me what you thought about it!!

[gojonanami]

me: this weekend I’m gonna write prof geto (5) and my nanami fic

my brain: yakuza fiance

me: but—

my brain: *writes over 1K of yakuza fiance*

[potionwine]

Oooh, you’ve also seen Nirvana in Fire?!? That was SO good. And as inspiration for PF?? That, explains some things, dang! It works

My friend. My dear. My lovely Cimi—

WHAT in the world—

Have I seen the drama that bloody changed my life; my favourite comfort c-drama; the series that I rewatch yearly the way I rewatch lotr every Christmastime; that exquisite story with the most incredible breadth and variety of characters with impeccable character work and amazing themes and an ending that respects its viewers which however tragic is thoroughly earned and identity porn and politics and pride and grief, god, so much grief—and an Emperor who is shakespearean in his tragedy and—

Okay. Okay, no, you could not have known, tis a failure of my part if I have not spoken enough about it—I probably mostly reply to other people's posts as they liveblog their watching but. BUT. God when I saw your ask it felt like you came up to me to remark "hey wow so you also ship PF?" that's how gobsmacked I was lol!!!

I have dragged everyone in my life into watching this show! I have mutuals on here who can testify to my introducing them to it omg. I just checked and the earliest NIF post I reblogged was in 2016 so I have been watching it every year since 2016 hahaha!!! Although it's pretty complex chinese, and since so much of the show is made up of characters sitting around talking the intricate plot into existence, it's not really a beginner-friendly c-drama either!!!

NOW I DIDN'T KNOW YOU'VE WATCHED IT TOO???!!!

I. have. been. going. UTTERLY MENTAL. at the lack of anyone with whom I could talk about it? OR SO I THOUGHT. So many times I thought of going into our discord to be like "has anyone ever heard of NIF because hhhhhhh the phoenixflare resonance" or like "so is anyone into TGCF perhaps perchance mayhap???"——because heh. hehehehe. heheheh??? My fic is practically a NIF/TGCF mashup, it's a Lin Shu+Xie Lian!Joshua Rosfield & Jingyan+Hua Cheng!Dion Lesage——and I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW MANY TIMES I wanted to ask god please does anyone else see my vision please god does anyone?? but no one would even understand the references, and I couldn't even ask in areas (asian fandom) where there would be a higher chance of people knowing what crack I'm on because asian fandom is all about that...you know...that I loathe—and I have been in pain and I thought right well fine I'm writing the fic anyway it's fine if I have no one to scream about it with because I'm writing it and then I'll find fellow competence porn+politics enjoyers if they find my fic and—and.

God. What an earth-shattering message to receive in my askbox! You are some sort of miracle <3

Do you see it??? Do you see it? A boy who burned to death in an inferno as an innocent betrayed youth in a catastrophic event caused by his own family, his father slain, his entire clan (and all the troops under his banner) wiped out or scattered. A boy reborn after extensive and horrific injuries after an agonisingly long period of recovery: a ghost who crawled his way out of the gates of hell, the last of his broken once-noble house.

That boy's transformation into his new identity of Mei Changsu/Margrace. His off-screen discovery of the truth that led to Meiling/Phoenix Gate and his continued on-screen quest to learn more. His determination to hold the true culprits accountable at immense personal cost and suffering. His dogged persistence despite incredible odds and visibly failing health. Being surrounded by people who love him and want to protect him, and himself constantly undermining their efforts because his goals are more important than his health. (Because in truth he knows perfectly well that he won't survive, but he can make a difference while he is alive.)

Something that amuses me hugely is how Lin Shu and Joshua literally both come back as 宗主? I love it so much! They come back with the same title! Both of them come back as clan leaders of an organisation that obeys their every command! Margrace is the 不死鳥教団の宗主(=leader of the cult of the undying bird) and Mei Changsu is 江左盟的宗主(=leader of the Jiangzuo alliance).

AND. Hooooo yea this PF fic is just JingSu at this point because oh, a handsome, principled, prideful, and stubborn prince who is a decorated warrior famed for his numerous military accomplishments and the man who is essential to the success of Lin Shu's/Joshua's plans? The resurrected boy barging into his prince's life: no matter how insane it is to choose your side, still "I choose you, Your Highness Prince Jing"??? The fact that the undervalued prince has a history with our secretive ghost protagonist? And (arguably) frequently thought about and missed the bright boy he knew once upon a time in happier days—"I know you," says Dion Lesage without a shadow of a doubt, extremely normal of him to instantly recognise a dead boy he met 20 years ago?

Mutual admiration of each other's integrity and capabilities? Reciprocal faith and remembrance? The foundation of deep respect and enduring friendship, their shared goals and shared family??? I froth at the mouth. JingSu are cousins, PF are stepsiblings by their parents' marriage. Each pair is bound by destiny and by choice—other people have made choices that permanently entangled each pair's lives together forevermore (Joshua+Dion and Jingyan+Xiaoshu), and the choice they themselves personally made to choose each other—

DO YOU SEE THE VISION.

How difficult it is to pursue justice when everyone involved is family and how impossible it is for Lin Shu the nigh-extinguished Chiyan fire for Joshua, the guttering flame, to indict Jingyan's father the Emperor of Liang Dion's father the Emperor of Sanbreque of his crimes against Joshua's family without opening old wounds and hurting many loved ones in the process including Dion himself. The people directly responsible for the tragedies are related to the protagonists in one way or another! If Lin Shu Joshua ever wants resolution for his grief unending, he has to strike at his beloved's father, and plot meticulously to avoid all of the dangers of attacking such a powerful enemy.

(Of course, I acknowledge the critical difference in Jingyan's versus Dion's feelings about their respective fathers.)

Now if only Joshua had done the famous blizzard scene with Dion instead of letting him go off to carry out his ill-advised coup—"Xiao Jingyan! You stand where you are! If I don't stop you today, what are you going to do? What do you think you can possibly accomplish if you charge in to challenge imperial power like this? Do you think you can simply force the Emperor [to do what you want/change his mind about Anabella Wei Zheng]? You have honour and valour but why do you just not have brains! How many more people must be hurt, you tell me!"

Anyway Joshy doesn't have the insufferable smugness of Xiaoshu but he does absolutely have Xiaoshu's pride, the sort of pride that is not just personal pride but familial pride too (after all Joshua comes from extremely prestigious lineage)—just look at how he speaks to Ultima in every scene, his lordly manner. Joshua I think has more Consort Jing to him, and Consort Jing is only my favourite character in all of NIF, in a drama where I love every character to bits—steel in softness, ever gentle ever polite yet not to be bullied and not to be underestimated and also extremely perceptive and learned and patient. Extra sweet bonus that Consort Jing is also a healer. Elegant, restrained, and very repressed. Who knows the depths of Joshua's Consort Jing's grief and loss?

But you know, Jingyan, near the end he is completely in charge—the prince who was always a great and respected general on the battlefield is now more than that, he's directly taking responsibility for all of his people as their future ruler—that means thinking on multiple fronts and exerting control over all of the key governing officials, not merely his military officers. He's leading with confidence, and there's that little scene where he apologises to Xiaoshu for taking action on several plans without consulting him, and Xiaoshu says no, this is the way it should be, this is the correct state of affairs: you are the crown prince, and this is rightfully your arena. You lead, you decide, you command.

Jingyan now sees clearly, he's found out and accepted the truths of his father's role in the atrocity at Meiling and everything that happened back then. He rightly perceives the failings of his family and seeks to redress past wrongs and avoid repetition of past mistakes, he weeds his court of the corrupt and the cowardly, he's become the best possible version of himself: stronger than ever, not just a powerful wartime commander-in-chief but an inspiring leader in the imperial court, careful, thoughtful and politically up-to-speed, finally stable in his sense of self instead of being permanently stuck as that angry and lost and hurting child. He has renewed purpose, he possesses hope for the future, he is able to dedicate himself fully to what he truly believes to be right and act in furtherance of righteous causes—

Critically, this is the man he becomes only because Xiaoshu came back into his life to shake it up. Without Xiaoshu he wouldn't even have the opportunity or means or knowledge. The radiant and fiery boy who Jingyan missed all his life came back to save him. From the outsider prince without contacts or support within the imperial court->to the crown prince who has the court subdued within the palm of his hand. From his pitiful existence as a neglected, unfavoured prince, his lowkey constant simmering resentment, his half-dutiful half-forced obedience of paternal orders that chafe at his conscience->into the steadfast and self-assured prince who is capable of fighting for the betterment of his country and the rallying point for virtuous officials who share those aspirations. The drama shows the audience that Jingyan is unquestionably ready to assume rulership, and together with the person he loves most, they achieve their goals, they save each other and their country (by arresting its downward slide due to the rotten state of its governance).

It's just a strong headcanon of mine (albeit one that I can absolutely present extensive arguments for) but to me Joshua Rosfield is the one and only character able to perform that same abovementioned function for Dion Lesage. Catalyst, turning point, spark that ignites the fire—whatever you call it, this is salvation. It is beautifully poetic that both Lin Shu and Joshua are characterised by fire. They are the fires of change that burn away the old life: before their arrival, the two war princes exist in a state of wearying routine, long-suffering and almost hopeless. Both Jingyan and Dion are shackled by their stations and duties, both are unloved sons with virtually no chance of their circumstances improving without drastic action, and both are trapped in precarious situations where they are subject to the whims of their father (if their imperial fathers turn on them, it will result in irrevocable loss of their status).

Dion's position is weak in the Oriflamme imperial court—pretty sure this point isn't up for debate, since no one ever speaks up in support of him despite the obvious injustice of his ill-treatment. His degree of influence in the court is much, much, so much less than any reasonable person might expect someone who is literally Bahamut and crown prince to have. The Council of Elders and other officials stand by haplessly while he is progressively stripped of power in favour of Olivier. Nobody defends him, nobody objects. (Or maybe some did, and were eliminated.) Even Dion himself submits to the abuse despite inherently superior abilities. Career politicians know which direction the winds blow—they don't defy their Empress, meaning they are either her cronies or too fearful of her to make themselves a target by any raising any opposition. Added to that is the implication that Dion was often away for long periods—and as Xiaoshu explicitly tells Jingyan in the drama, the crown prince cannot leave the imperial capital untended because that is the surest way to lose power. Dion may be Sanbreque's mightiest weapon and revered by the populace, but in practice his political sway is almost negligible. He is not able to leverage himself effectively.

Don't get me wrong, for these reasons I extra extra love the canon portrayal of J*** obeying Joshua against her wishes and T****** obeying Dion against his wishes—I absolutely think their obedience is, to them, the truest and highest and final demonstration of their love and understanding of their respective masters. And both Joshua and Dion expected no less from them. [I've not typed the names out just in case the search function ends up capturing the post and putting it in their tags, not because I hate those characters; I just don't want to be uncivil within fandom.]

But the very point here is that, you know, sometimes you aren't supposed to leave someone just because they say so. Sometimes it is the worst possible course of action to obey someone just because they command it. Sometimes it is undesirable at best and disastrous at worst to support someone's every decision out of unchanging (if uncharitable, one might even say unthinking) loyalty. That is a fundamentally unequal relationship, and while beautiful in its own way, is also uniquely doomed. The truth is, Joshua was always going to pull that trigger, and Dion was always going to pull that trigger: the master was always going to sever the relationship. Those pairs were doomed as soon as they began, because one party can only ever say yes, and yes means the end, you see? That is The End, that is the final break. By their very subordinate nature and by their established personalities within the game, "yes" is the one and only answer J*** and T****** can ever or will ever give. Their master will say, "Leave me", meaning it is over, and they will reply, "Yes, I obey". Because this is the only answer that proves their devotion, leaving them totally incapable of changing the script. Both J*** and T****** knew it and played their parts to perfection, and my heart hurts for them.

In NIF terms, I reckon J*** is Gong Yu, and T****** is Lie Zhanying. Zhanying will follow Jingyan to the end, whatever it may be—in fact in one episode he explicitly says so, and his loyalty is never in doubt. He will go to his death if Jingyan orders it. He will always support Jingyan's decisions. He and the rest of Jingyan's men have been following Jingyan even when the prince was out of favour and cold-shouldered and constantly dispatched to safeguard the country's frontiers—inconvenient places where comfort is low and the environment harsh. Jingyan's favoured brothers live in the lap of luxury within their palaces (like Olivier), while Jingyan himself (like Dion) has always been at war. And as with Zhanying, T****** will never be able to change this status quo on behalf of Jingyan (Dion). For all his boundless dedication to his lord, Zhanying will never be able to improve his prince's standing in the court, never be able to secure more political power for his prince (unless his prince decides to revolt/coup), never be able to make his prince's father love or prize his prince.

It is not a problem of character or willpower or desire. It is, simply put, a problem of power. It is a problem of class. The servant rises as their master rises, and falls as their master falls. In other words, the servant's status is determined by their master's status. Zhanying is Jingyan's deputy. When Jingyan's status was elevated, Zhanying naturally also assumed commandership over more troop divisions because those were allocated to the prince by the Liang Emperor. (There is no doubt in my mind that T******'s status as second-in-command is because of Prince Dion. He's too young to have earned that position by gradual promotion through meritorious accomplishment. Unless you're telling me that the knights dragoon don't have a single officer above age 30.) Zhanying is invaluable to Prince Jing in security, in warcraft, and in a variety of generic daily tasks. However, he is part of the rigid imperial system and lower in the hierarchy. He may persuade his lord, but he cannot order him. He may disagree, but he cannot defy. He may privately despise the Emperor/Empress, but he cannot show it and cannot act on it (literally treason). His role is to follow and obey. If he does not perform that role for whatever reason, he fundamentally negates his utility to his lord.

Ergo, endgame Jingyan is only possible because his true equal and soulmate, his real zhiji, came back to challenge the status quo. In fact, came back to challenge him. It is not merely the fact that this person understands him above all, it is also the fact that this person has the ability to act on that understanding. Jingyan is technically also Xiaoshu's prince, master, and eventual Emperor—so where is the difference?

The difference is, Lin Shu is comparable in nobility. Lin Shu is the cousin of princes and the incumbent Emperor's nephew, Lin Shu was raised amongst the imperial household, and played and studied and fought and hung out with them as peers of roughly equal rank. In this respect Joshua actually outstrips Lin Shu: Joshua is a prince by blood, and had Rosaria not fallen (especially if Sylvestre had not risen to the throne), would have been higher status than Dion. It's a massive pet peeve of mine that so many fans in XVI fandom don't seem to realise that Joshua was crown prince? Everybody knows Dion is crown prince, but do they realise Joshua is the original? In the English version prologue, the knights do call him "prince" and "your highness". The Rosarian throne is Joshua's by right of birth. At the time of their meeting as children, Joshua outranked Dion. They were equals as Dominants of their nation, but Dion back then was the child of a Cardinal and not the child of Sanbreque's ruler at that time; i.e. he was not a prince and not in line for the Sanbrequois throne.

The other wonderful similarity is Lin Shu's and Joshua's statuses as outsiders to the system when they reintroduce themselves to Jingyan/Dion. As Jingyan's strategist, Lin Shu has more leeway with regards to making his prince listen to him and take his advice. But importantly, he is now Mei Changsu, and that means he is able to play outside of the system. The imperial system effectively cast him out when it killed him. The strict codes of imperial conduct no longer chain him as they chain those confined within its structure. As a free agent unlike Zhanying, he has the right and privilege of choosing his own master. That includes the right to leave or to change his mind. And although the prince's strategist is supposed to be subordinate too, Xiaoshu would never truly be subordinate in the same fashion no matter how many times he bows his head, because at his core he is still high nobility and it still shines through despite everything. His manners are still perfect. He still navigates life with the easy expectation that people will serve him. He grabs the Duchess' hand and yells at Prince Jing and gloats at Marquis Ning. It's all the little ways that remind the audience, over and over, that this man was raised as a posh lordling. You can remove the boy from the upper class but you can't remove the upper class from the boy. It's the same with Joshua. His manners are still court-perfect. He still moves through life accepting that he will be served. He may bow his head to Dion and call him "your highness" but he also takes the liberty of throwing himself at Dion for a hug. Because to him, the prince is not some lofty and untouchable figure to be addressed with unfailing deference, he's just a friend.

(I know T****** is minor nobility, to be honest Zhanying definitely is too. The deputies of high level royals aren't going to be commoners. But I don't think I have to explain the gulf between ruling class/a close blood relative of the monarch versus lower nobility.)

Joshua too is an outsider that isn't beholden to Sanbreque's Emperor in the way that all of Dion and his knights owe their fealty. Again in this respect Joshua has it better than Xiaoshu—Joshua is his own sovereign master, and that should impact his perspective, his sense of self, and therefore his behaviour with others and how he navigates the world.

Gong Yu... I think anyone who's watched NIF will know exactly why I say that J***'s counterpart is Gong Yu lol. I think the s/h/u/a/t/e/s want her counterpart to be Princess (Duchess) Nihuang and they certainly produce fanwork in that vein, and I respect them for it because fans be doing what they love and hooray for that. But..... she's Gong Yu.

For all these reasons I am utterly obsessed with a Joshua that pushes back at Dion. The person able to challenge the status quo and challenge Dion. An equal who listens to Dion's absurd speech in the palace at Twinside and calls utter bullshit, who says, "A matter for the imperial family? are you joking? that's my mother, that's my younger brother. an imperial matter for you to resolve? say rather, our family, OUR problem to resolve. You don't get to go off half-cooked to arrest or kill my mother without actual political strategies, notwithstanding your military capability to launch a coup. And also, what about your dad? However much I love you, my darling Dion, we have to talk about the way that you insist on poor little meow meowing your awful father because my dear old mum didn't do Phoenix Gate alone and she for sure didn't immaculately conceive Olivier."

Endgame Dion isn't satisfactory in several glaring ways and it annoys me hugely that even unto the end he never grapples with and confronts the truth of his father instead of the idealised version that lives in his head. It's a little bizarre how Dion's arc is often praised by fans, since it feels very incomplete to me. Or, well, fine, perhaps just unsatisfying (since XVI simply isn't his story). His deep-seated need to be loved by his father prevents him from seeing anything clearly, which is so ironic for the only character to possess a third eye in canon? His honour and his might have been squandered in service to a selfish, uncaring, and objectively bad monarch, yet despite how earnestly Dion wants to be a good prince to his people he seems wholly incapable of recognising this fact? His mind repeatedly shies away from his father's shortcomings. In one scene he calls his father out for words befitting a tyrant, yet ultimately he persists in the belief that his father simply needs to be saved from Anabella's evil influence as if Sylvestre Lesage isn't a 50-year-old adult man who schemed his way to the throne and killed a woman's whole family and happily married that woman to beget legitimate offspring with her.

Soooo....... I've just spoiled the whole plot of my fic but it's really just NIF nonsense as usual and that is actually extremely predictable of me. But honestly the spoiling is not a big deal, because as with NIF, fundamentally my story is not meant to be plot-twisty and suspenseful—the real storytelling skill of the NIF drama is that the audience should be able to quickly grasp the overarching plot with no difficulty because the pleasure of this particular type of story is to watch the protagonist achieve their heart's desire, step by delicious step. The objective of this type of story is to properly pay off what it promises. NIF=the wronged protagonist seeks justice. We already know Lin Shu will obtain justice by the end of the tale, what we are here to enjoy is the journey! Same really for IEM I reckon; by the end of chapter 1 Joshua's goals should be really obvious, and since my little fic will have the happy ending tag because I only ever write happy endings, the audience basically knows he'll succeed—it's very much a journey not destination kind of story.

Ooof the post is crazy long and took me 3 nights to compose an answer and I haven't even managed to go into any TGCF elements but that work mainly contributes to characterisation instead of plot. One of the craziest XVI scenes was the Hideaway's sickbay after Twinside, the genuine regret Joshua expressed and how he blamed himself for not reaching out to Dion sooner; now the Empire and her prince lie in ruins etc. Surely he remembers this is the country that destroyed his own? Surely??? What kind of person, robbed of home and throne, can find it in himself to respond with so much empathy and kindness? Sanbreque has now experienced pretty much the same tragedy they inflicted on Rosaria two decades ago, and isn't that just the funniest parody of divine retribution? Instead of viewing this as Sanbreque's just deserts, Joshua Rosfield pities them and wishes he could have helped them avert this disaster.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wonderfully Xie Lian-coded. Something something someone who has been through the worst and nevertheless chooses goodness and kindness. Someone who intimately understands the ugliest and lowest depths that people sink to, yet refuse to lose themselves in that temptation even when vengeance would seem perfectly justified.

You've known for a long time now that I love a Joshua who is very similar to his mother. This is why lol. It's about that delicious, delicious contrasting foil. It is the difference between Jun Wu & Xie Lian, as it is the difference between Anabella & Joshua. That the indestructible integrity we see from Xie Lian or Joshua didn't come easy, they weren't born perfect, their ethics were tested and forged and earned through suffering the likes of which most people will never know. The person that they have each become is the sum of their choices actively made. In the canon of TGCF and XVI, both of these ex-crown-princes live on in disgrace, in circumstances best described as reduced and humiliating, their respective kingdoms fallen, their wealth and glory spent—but they are better and braver human beings than everyone around them, they are beautiful and noble souls, quiet and unacknowledged, and only Hua Cheng and Dion truly see and fully understand that (and therefore cannot help but love them utterly).

I've a few more thoughts regarding Joshua swirling around as captured in other Xie Lian posts: here, here, here, and here. Not sure if you know TGCF or are into it as well, but just leaving links to those posts here for my own benefit too. I've been gravitating towards phoenixflare comparisons in various hualian meta posts since early 2024 so clearly these concepts have been stewing in my head for some duration, but I haven't fully teased out what it is about these two ships that gives me that niggling sense of connecting similarities.

^ Whereas I clearly know exactly what it is about JingSu that makes me point and holler "THEM!"

[opportvnist]

#radiolab has this episode called stochasticity about a woman who developed a ruinous gambling addiction due to a prescription medication #similar to adderall i believe? it fucked with her dopamine and she wasn't told it would have that effect. and she talks about how it ended #her marriage and ruined her relationship with her children for years but she just couldn't make herself stop. and she would like #steal from her adult children and sell her stuff and shit to make money for gambling. until eventually years later they found out #it was the medication making it impossible. and as someone with fucked up dopamine receptors on adhd meds it was so haunting because #it's not like she ~seemed~ crazy. her whole social network believed she was just a bad person making bad choices that affected them all #anyway yeah i think the widely normalized concept of being hangry should be expanded upon (from @horreurscopes)

99% of "mysterious disappearances" esp of people in their 20s who start acting weird for 48 hours and then vanish are not mysterious, thats just when a lot of reality-obliterating mental illness tends to kick in and it's pretty easy to get a short circuit in your brain that makes you go family guy death pose in joshua tree national park. it's not any less tragic, it's just a documented phenomenon and not particularly predictable. its a big reason the medical advice is for people with a family history of schizophrenia to completely avoid weed and psychedelics. "people just go crazy sometimes" is a principle of human health that used to be a lot more accepted prior to the american midcentury and to a certain extent thats a healthier way to conceptualize and prepare for the risk, as opposed to the modern assertion that anyone acting weird is dangerous and broken forever.

[astrolook]

Degree Theory: Astrology’s Version of Skill Levels (Noobs to Final Bosses) 🎮🌟

You already know your Sun sign, but did you know the degree number it’s at can unlock even more secrets about you? 🤯

Every planet in your birth chart sits at a specific degree (0°-29°), and these numbers add an extra layer of meaning to your personality, strengths, and even life lessons.

Let’s break it down planet by planet—with a fun, no-BS take.

0° – The Cosmic Newborn 👶

"I’m here to start something big."

Planets at 0° act like fresh energy—pure, unfiltered, and ready to shake things up. People with 0° placements feel like pioneers, as if the universe dropped them off and said, "Figure it out!"

🔹 Sun at 0°: You radiate raw, unfiltered main character energy. You’re not here to follow—you're here to lead (or at least dramatically exist).

🔹 Moon at 0°: Your emotions are pure instinct—you don’t just feel things, you ARE the feeling. Mood swings? Nah, mood rollercoasters.

🔹 Mercury at 0°: Words just spill out, whether they make sense or not. Genius or chaotic chatterbox—depends on the day.

🔹 Venus at 0°: You love like a Disney princess—pure, big, dramatic. Also, zero poker face when you’re into someone.

🔹 Mars at 0°: Immediate action. No waiting, no thinking, just punching the gas (and sometimes people).

🔹 Jupiter at 0°: The lucky golden retriever of astrology. You say yes to everything, and somehow life rewards you for it.

🔹 Saturn at 0°: Born responsible. You came out of the womb stressed about taxes.

🔹 Uranus at 0°: You’re the definition of unpredictable. Even you don’t know what you’ll do next.

🔹 Neptune at 0°: You live in your own fantasy world, and reality is just a suggestion.

🔹 Pluto at 0°: Intensity level? Maximum. You were born with a “destroy and rebuild” button.

1°-9° – The Rising Star 🌟

"I’m developing my power."

Planets at early degrees feel like fresh talent in training—raw, ambitious, and figuring things out.

🔹 Sun at 5°: You’re the rising star in your social circle. Humble beginnings, but just wait—you're gonna shine.

🔹 Moon at 3°: Emotional development in progress. You’re learning what feels right and what just feels…ick.

🔹 Mercury at 7°: Brain-to-mouth filter? Still buffering. But your ideas? Gold.

🔹 Venus at 2°: Love is cute, fun, flirty—until you catch feelings, then it’s panic mode.

🔹 Mars at 8°: Your drive is explosive, but figuring out when to stop is the real challenge.

🔹 Jupiter at 6°: Luck works in your favor when you’re brave enough to take risks.

🔹 Saturn at 9°: Learning responsibility early in life, but still finding that work-hard-play-hard balance.

🔹 Uranus at 4°: Experimenting with your rebellious streak, but not fully committing (yet).

🔹 Neptune at 1°: A dreamer who’s just waking up to their spiritual and creative potential.

🔹 Pluto at 5°: Transformation is happening, but it’s not at full power (yet).

10°-19° – The Master of the Craft 🎓

"I know exactly what I’m doing."

Middle-degree planets are strong, balanced, and naturally expressed—not too raw, not too extreme.

🔹 Sun at 15°: Peak confidence. You own your personality like it’s patented.

🔹 Moon at 12°: Emotionally balanced—until someone messes with your peace. Then it’s war.

🔹 Mercury at 18°: Quick wit, great communicator, could talk their way out of a crime.

🔹 Venus at 14°: Aesthetic queen/king. Your love life and your fashion sense? Both on point.

🔹 Mars at 17°: Strategic AF. You know when to strike and when to chill—warrior with a plan.

🔹 Jupiter at 11°: Wise and lucky. Life is a game and you’ve got the cheat codes.

🔹 Saturn at 19°: The mature friend who somehow also enjoys chaos. You handle responsibility like a pro.

🔹 Uranus at 16°: Balanced rebel. Knows when to push boundaries and when to play along.

🔹 Neptune at 10°: Dreams are just clear enough to bring to reality. Manifesting pro.

🔹 Pluto at 13°: Power? Controlled but always present. You scare people (in a good way).

20°-28° – The Old Soul 🦉

"I’ve seen it all, and I’m here to finish the job."

Late-degree planets are intense, wise, and powerful—but also impatient because they’ve been through it all.

🔹 Sun at 25°: You’re a boss, period. No time for games, just legacy-building.

🔹 Moon at 22°: Emotionally deep AF. You KNOW things before people even open their mouths.

🔹 Mercury at 28°: Talks like a professor and a stand-up comedian at the same time.

🔹 Venus at 26°: Love is serious business. No casual dating, just intense connections.

🔹 Mars at 21°: Unstoppable force. You’ve already mastered action—now you’re here to win.

🔹 Jupiter at 23°: Wise beyond your years. You’ve learned all the lessons and now you’re the teacher.

🔹 Saturn at 27°: Life has tested you more than most, but you wear your scars like armor.

🔹 Uranus at 28°: Fully awakened rebel. You break all the rules, but somehow succeed anyway.

🔹 Neptune at 24°: Master manifestor. You make the impossible seem normal.

🔹 Pluto at 27°: Your power is legendary. You were born to make generational changes.

29° – The Fated Degree 🔥 (Final Boss Level of Astrology)

"This energy is my final test."

29° is called the "Anaretic Degree," aka the boss battle of astrology. It’s like cramming for a final exam—the universe is making sure you’ve truly mastered this planetary energy. If you have a planet here, there’s often urgency, intensity, and a feeling of fate around that area of life.

🔹 Sun at 29°: Walking powerhouse. You’ve learned all there is about your identity, and now it’s your final test to own it. Spotlight finds you whether you want it or not.

🔹 Moon at 29°: Emotional sage. You’ve felt it all, been through emotional hell and back, and now your intuition is on god-tier mode. But emotions can feel overwhelming, like you're carrying generations of feelings.

🔹 Mercury at 29°: Brilliant but exhausted mind. Your thoughts race at 5G speed, but decision-making is HARD because you see all the options. Overthinking is your enemy.

🔹 Venus at 29°: Love and beauty master. You’ve seen every possible romantic situation—loyalty, betrayal, passion, heartbreak. Now, love feels fated and no casual flings will do.

🔹 Mars at 29°: The warrior with no off switch. You’ve been in SO many battles (literal or metaphorical) that your go-to reaction is "fight first, think later." But the lesson? Not every war is worth it.

🔹 Jupiter at 29°: Lucky but reckless. You know how to take risks and make big moves, but sometimes it’s too much, too fast. Learning when to pull back is key.

🔹 Saturn at 29°: The old soul who’s been through the wringer. You’ve mastered responsibility, but you might feel like you’ve been an adult since age 5. Final test? Balancing hard work with actual joy.

🔹 Uranus at 29°: Rebel genius. You’ve already mastered breaking rules, revolutionizing ideas, and making history. Now? You need to use that power responsibly.

🔹 Neptune at 29°: Spiritual visionary. You’ve seen through the illusion, lived in your dreams, and touched the mystical. Now, the challenge is staying grounded in reality while keeping the magic alive.

🔹 Pluto at 29°: Transformation overload. You were born into powerful, life-changing experiences. Intensity follows you like a shadow, but your final test is learning to control the fire instead of letting it consume you.

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[psi-spectacular]

Hey guys, I was recently reminded of a headcanon that's been microwaving in my brain at the mention of kids in the grove (thanks pespillo) but I think kids born in the grove tend to get weird powers and blessings.

See, kids being born in the grove is pretty rare. (we barely see any in-game besides the three from Milldred.) The grove's population is small, even outside the characters we physically see (I'd estimate like... 200-400 people tops?), and most of them came over from outside and decided to settle there, at least for a little while. So when a child is born, it very easily gets the attention of the gods. Mixed with the grove being a holy place, children usually wind up receiving blessings in the vein of semi-magic powers and mild immunity to severe physical damage. Why wouldn't more people come over to have their babies born in the grove because of that? Well, these blessings are pretty well known to be unpredictable. And the kids with them are known for being a bit...

extreme

Anyways. Razzma was born in the grove and has prophetic paintings as a blessing. Also he sees the future sometimes but its too convoluted for him to fully comprehend (constantly shifting and all that) so it kinda goes like

[vomitspit2]

concept with kregg.

“it’s okay … you won’t break him.”

your voice startled kregg so suddenly that he twitches in his seat, even if all you had said was a spoken through a whisper. he hasn’t expect you would be awake at this time. after the battle you went through, recovery should be the next step and — there he goes, once more thinking like a general.

looking up from the bassinet, kregg turns to soak in the image of you, flushed and exhausted but no less beautiful. at some point that he was oblivious to, you hit the switch to power on your bedside lamp.

“you can hold him. no nurses here to judge. just us,” you encourage gently.

he had been so stiff and awkward, hadn’t really settled down his nerves, when the nurse first handed his son to him. almost acting if he didn’t know the custom of letting the parent hold their newborn and it was unexpected for him, the father, to hold and cradle his son. perhaps too quickly, they intercepted your son and laid him on your chest. since then, kregg has been standing at a distance like a man gauging a grenade’s unpredictability.

kregg has a hard time with … gentleness. you think he might have not had a kind childhood — abusive if you’re honest — but you would never in a million years press for any information.

there is something in the way he twitches and recoils when shown affection that hurts your heart more than anything though.

you love your husband. you want him to experience endless floods of love for every day he might have had a drought of it. here and now, you want him to know that’s he’s capable of gentleness too — that he won’t break his son, like how you imagine his inner stewing is saying.

“my love, —.” you recognize that starting tone of his, he’s going to recoil again.

“here,” you interrupt, holding out your arms. “bring him to me. we’ll do it together.”

with the pace of a turtle, kregg wheels the bassinet over while keeping his one good eye trained on the sleeping newborn, acting like he’s made of glass instead of flesh and blood. gingerly, hopeful to not disturb his peace, you take your son into your arms before making room of the mattress for kregg. obediently, he slots himself into the spot next to you, thighs and shoulders touching.

in that moment, he starts to reflect on your earlier words when you caught him staring into the bassinet like a child looking down a wishing well. you won’t break him. he know you don’t know this yet but he was born specifically for breaking.

after a hundred years, the memories grow faded but he can still remember the feeling of his dominant hand sailing through epidermis, nose muscle, skull, brain matter, and back out the other side. he has held creatures bigger than his son and crushed them into juice with a minuscule amount of his strength. if his hands weren’t breaking, they were commanding others to do it — a long chain of violent substitution. how can you be so sure that he won’t —

“kregg. love. you did it.”

blinking away the memories, kregg looks down to the infant you two created held securely and naturally within his arms.

he hadn’t even realized you had handed him over. that could have gone extremely bad. this could still turn extremely bad. he should hand him back over to you —

but then, you’re peppering kisses into his neck and holding his cheek. that alien tenderness which is a foreign language to him is something he’s finally starting to speak.

[starry-eyedromantics]

Kneel

A Loki fic

Summary: Your mission goes wrong when trying to detain Loki once and for all, leaving you in his path of his tricks and charm.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Rating: Explicit [Minors DO NOT INTERACT]

Warnings: some violence, cussing, praise kink, oral, dirty smutty filthy Loki thoughts I had Saturday night🫣

A/n: Hello friends! First Loki fic I’ve ever written! I know I’m very late to write something for MCU especially about Loki but I had to write this!🫣 I don’t know where the inspo came from but the man has always been on my brain it seems. I mean… I wouldn’t mind kneeling for him😉 Please enjoy!

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Your hands trembled as you triple-checked your armor. You could get dressed in the dark and easily have all your armor on in a matter of seconds, but today was different. Today was the moment you put all your training to use. 

After being on the front lines battling the Dark Elves for the last year, you came back to Asgard to fight something more powerful. 

Loki. 

You excelled in all your training, and your commanders noticed it. You didn’t think you were any more special, you just knew how to fight well and outsmart your opponent. Your commander said those skills were pivotal when facing Loki. Loki was the smartest of them all. He was a trickster after all. He used his power to deceive those around him, and he would always win. You felt you had a real shot at taking him down once and for all and putting him in his cage where he belongs. 

With Thor on Earth fighting the Dark Elves that were causing havoc on that planet, Loki was causing his own mess here. Someone needed to step in and to try to control him. The tyranny that he was committing against Asgard was appalling. There was no stopping him and he was demanding everyone to do his bidding. Someone was bound to get hurt. 

There was a team of twelve of you going to the palace where spies had their eyes on Loki's every move. They’ve been waiting for the right time for this siege, and with no telling when Thor might come back, it’s up to your regime to put a stop to him. At least for a little while. 

The attack was simple. There were four different entrances into the throne room, where he enjoyed spending his time, so it was easy to get him cornered in there. Once in there, you had to attack quickly. There was no time for negotiations. He wasn’t exactly the type for a compromise. 

Your heart pounded in your ears as you all closed in on the palace doors. Fighting foreign forces on other planets never made you this nervous, even though you were more likely to get wounded or killed in a big battle. This was a different game. You were facing a God. His power was unmatched and extremely unpredictable. They supplied you with a scepter, silver in color and sharp at the end, which could potentially fight off a God for a brief amount of time. 

The door gets kicked in by your partner and all three of you rush in quickly, the thudding of your leather boots echo in the large throne room. The rest of your squad barges in and gets ten feet away from him, their scepters pointing right at him. 

You see him sitting on the throne, looking amused at you all. He looks almost bothered, actually. Like you all had the audacity to bother him at this time of day. He sat there with his horned helmet on, shining in this low light. His legs were spread open sitting there, one arm resting lazily over the edge of the throne and the other tightly holding onto his scepter. He looked powerful. He was someone you didn’t want to be around regularly. His golden scepter was forged by the Gods, you can just tell the way it was crafted. It was made for him and could harness his power through it, you were sure of that. 

For a moment, both of your eyes lock, and it does something abhorrent to you. Like you would do anything he asked of you. You liked how he was dangerous and unpredictable. He sizes everyone up, his eyes analyzing every person, and makes a mental note of how he’d like to take you down. For you in particular, he took his time, drinking in your figure in these tighter uniforms and making a mental note of how he wanted to take you down… in a very different way. Fuck the man was so dangerous. 

Your hands readjust and try to refocus. You couldn’t spare an ounce of your focus to take him down. He’d use that to his advantage. You all practiced this. You all stepped forward in unison, making the circle tighter around him. 

“You all are adorable. Is this supposed to scare me?” He scoffs with a smile on his face. He had this wicked smile, one that was devilish and so charming at the same time. 

“We have direct orders from Odin to take you into our custody. If you do not comply, we will have to use force.”

He snickers again, “Oh, I’d love to see that happen. Dad sent you? That's pretty rude, he could have just asked to see me. I would have loved to see old dad-.”

“Stop talking!” You snap to make him shut up. 

His piercing blue eyes dart directly at you. You suck in a breath as you can feel his anger waft through the room. He takes a few steps in your direction, the sharp, pointed scepter only inches away from him now. 

“What’s did you say?” He protests. 

“Don’t make another move!” You command, taking a few steps toward him too. 

“Or what? You’re going to ‘hurt’ me with your pointy spears? My father really should have sent more menacing people to come and detain me, this is just pathetic,” he grumbles, going back to his throne.

“Yes, I will! Don’t move!” You command loudly.

Everyone gets closer to him and tightens the circle once again. You all are touching shoulders and keep your scepter pointed at him. 

“Don’t make us hurt you,” the older squad member says, going up a few steps to where the throne sits. Your heart leaps out of your chest. He wasn’t supposed to make any impromptu decisions. He was supposed to stick to the plan! Anything can set Loki off. 

“You bore me,” Loki says, and with a wave of his hand, your squad member hurls backward in a green energy blast. His body hits the hard stone violently and collapses face-first onto the floor. He doesn’t move, and you all look back at Loki with terror. 

“Anyone else?” He smiles and stretches out his arm out, trying to be inviting. You don’t move a muscle and try to recalculate what you all should do. They did not prepare you for this type of unexpected tactic or how to handle each one of his powers. You didn’t think they knew all of Loki’s powers, so they couldn’t train you for all the unexpectedness. They assured you he was out of plays and would have to surrender to Odin sooner rather than later.

Another one of your squad members lunges on the side of Loki, and in the blink of an eye, his sector plunges into what looks like a projection of Loki on the throne. The hair on the back of your neck stands up, you have no idea where he’s disappeared. Everyone looks at each other stunned. You knew he could create illusions but you thought it would be obvious when he shifted into that image of himself. 

You quickly turn around and he’s nowhere to be found. You start to turn to see if he’s moved somewhere else in the room but you can’t see him. You start to hear your squad members scream and gasp and suddenly hit the walls like the other man did. 

You pivot back facing the throne and he’s sitting there bored. He somehow looks more menacing than when you first saw him with his horned helmet on and how he's eyeing you like prey. 

“Any other moves you want to pull like these idiots?” He asks you. With a motion of his hand, the bodies on the floor teleport somewhere else. 

The air felt still and cold as you both stared each other down in this empty room. 

“Where have you taken them?” You demand, taking a few steps forward and realizing what a stupid decision that is. He laughs at you mockingly and doesn’t look at you. 

“Answer me!” You snap. 

His eyes shoot back into yours and they make you freeze. 

“Must you ask so many questions! You should be thankful that I’ve spared you!”

“I’m not thanking you for anything. I have an order to take you in and that’s what I intend to do!”

You boldly move up the steps to the throne and point your scepter right in his face. Getting this close to him was a horrible decision. He was so alluring and you couldn’t pull your eyes away from him. You try to pull yourself together, trying not to let his charisma be the thing that gets you killed. You push the end of the spear at the bottom of his chin. He flashes another amused smile at you and cocks his head slightly when he looks at you. 

“Is this any way to treat your king?” He dared. 

“You are not the king! Odin is.”

“This is where I belong. I was born to lead. Odin is giving me his title and… taking a break,” he says menacingly. 

“I do not serve you!” You scowl, pressing the spear at his neck. 

He quickly rips the scepter from your hands and hurls it across the room. His hand wraps around your neck and he stands up, making you lock eyes with him. 

“I really wasn’t planning on hurting you but with that snide comment, I might have to reconsider,” he says through his teeth. You scratch at his arm that’s holding you and gasp for air. 

He leans in even closer and his chest heaves as he looks at you. 

“I am your king. You will serve me and only me. You will kneel to me because I demand it,” he says scathingly. 

Everything inside you tells you not to but you can’t fight him. One slight move and he can have you crumbling. But you’re not giving up that easily. You twist his arm quickly and kick his legs from underneath him. You use all your weight to pull him to the ground by his neck and the sound of his helmet thudding against the cold stone made you feel so powerful. You stand over him and try to catch your breath once again. 

Something sinister glazes over his eyes as he lies there looking up at you. That look started out as anger, but slowly fizzled into intrigue as he realizes you’re standing there between his legs. He slowly sits up and looks at you hungrily, lust dripping off of his face. His lips were slightly parted, and his breathing was shallow. You feel a lump in your throat as you watch him look at you like this. No one has ever looked at you like this. It made you terrified and at the same time so weakened by his charm. 

“You tricky devil, I didn’t see you doing that,” he says with a smirk. 

That look on his face was becoming too much. You had to back away from him and gather your thoughts. 

“Don’t underestimate me,” you seethe. 

He slowly rises to his feet and towers over you. You felt so small in this moment compared to a second ago when you put him on his back. 

“And don’t underestimate me,” he growls. “I said kneel for me.” He gets dangerously close to your face and makes your whole body shudder. Your heated gaze doesn’t falter as you can feel his anger and frustration come pouring out of him. You can’t breathe being this close to him and are doing a horrible job of how this man is affecting you. 

He wraps his hand around your neck once more to get you to comply but your body deceives you, letting a small moan escape your lips. He looks intoxicated when he hears that small little sound come from your mouth. Your eyes blow wide and you look at him horrified. 

“Oh… what a lovely sound you made for me. Seems you aren’t thinking about the mission anymore and want something else, hmm?” He whispers in your ear. 

“No, I don’t want you, you’re evil,” you squeak out. It was so unconvincing. You sounded weak and pathetic. 

“Mmm…” he hums low, deep in thought it seems, “Why don’t you say that to me on your knees?”

You scratch at his arm again and feel yourself wither at that notion. 

He lets go of your throat and sits back down on his throne. His legs were spread and he looks so fucking irresistible. 

“Kneel.” He commands once more. 

You tremble at his voice and feel heat rush to your core. You silently curse at yourself for succumbing to him but loved how he made you feel. The moment you laid eyes on him you loved that electric spark that ran through you when you saw him looking at you. You were weaker than you could have ever imagined and failed this mission horribly. 

Your knees slowly fell to the ground as he commanded eye contact the whole way down. You were sure he could hear your labored breaths and how you couldn’t obtain any control. Your eyes can’t help but drink him in, looking at every inch of him and seeing how he is perfection. He was made by the Gods, powerful and unyielding. 

He groans softly at the sight in front of him and bites the inside of his cheek. 

“Oh, so you can listen. Good, I thought I was going to have to make you,” he smirks. 

“No, I can listen when I want to. And you don’t make me do anything. You’re much more powerful than I am, and I don’t want to die today.” You try to brush off. 

“I’m sure that’s what it is. It wasn’t like when you first saw me you wanted to crumble to your knees for my mercy.”

You hold your breath and feel more heat rush to your core.  

That’s exactly what I wanted. 

“Come closer to me, then get back on your knees,” he instructs, using a come-hither motion with his finger. 

You stand up and take another step in between his legs, bending down again to kneel before him. You look at how his cock is getting hard in his leather pants and forming a clear imprint of it running down his thigh. You find yourself biting your lip and imagining what that must feel like, giving you the most intense pleasure. 

You shoot your eyes back up at him and he likes that you’re looking at him like this. 

“Seems you have made me weak too. I shouldn’t like this as much but something about seeing you on your knees for me…” he groans, shifting in his seat uncomfortably. 

“What… what was it?” You ask hesitantly, knowing he was going to make you come undone. 

He licks his bottom lip and slowly slithers his hand down his thigh to adjust his fully hardened cock, bigger and longer than before. You tremble at the sight and an airy moan comes from your lips. 

“I was thinking of all the ways I could ruin you right there on your knees and make you beg for more of it,” he says low, his hand slowly working his cock through his leather pants. 

You felt your wetness pool and this unbearable ache growing in your core. The man had you right where he wanted you. Weak and unglued. 

“Ruin me,” you whimper, barely able to be heard. A sly smile forms across his face and he stands up in front of you. He pulls his pants down enough where he can pull his cock out. You groan at the sight. Fuck he made you the most needy you’ve ever been and the way your body trembled when you looked at him was horrible. His hand held his cock at the base of it and slowly rubbed his hand along the long, veiny shaft. His head started to leak clear precum and all you wanted to do was taste him. 

You look up at him with needy eyes and wait for his direction. 

“Open your mouth, let me fuck you,” he commands. You feel your body get weaker and want to collapse on the floor but you pull yourself together, listening to him like you said you would. 

You open your mouth and he pushes his length inside your mouth. The taste of his salty precum made your eyes roll back. Just the way he felt inside your mouth is pleasurable. He let out a loud groan and let his head fall back. That sound he made sent a shiver down your spine. You wanted him to keep making that sound. You were sure you’d come apart with that sound alone. 

You take more of him in your mouth and suck and swirl your tongue around him. Your core throbs with need and crave his touch more than anything. 

“Good girl," he purrs, "just like that,” he groans. His deep, gravelly voice makes you moan and the way he praises you… It does something criminal to you. His hips begin to move in short motions, taking himself deeper inside of you. 

Your wetness continues to pool and you need to give yourself some friction or something to keep the throbbing subsided. You squeeze your thighs together and try to see if that helps any. It doesn’t do much and you still need more. You were sure he could feel how needy you are and how desperate you’re becoming. You take more of him in your mouth and it makes him cuss violently. 

“Fuck you know just what to do, don’t you?,” he grovels. You feel his hand tangle in your hair and pull slightly. He was able to control how you were taking him now and made the most vulgar sounds when he hit the back of your throat. You moan as a response and continue to suck his cock, wanting him to come undone so badly. 

Your hand carefully trails down to your pulsing bud and through your uniform, rubbing yourself and giving yourself some pleasure. You groan with him in your mouth and the feeling of your vibrating moan made him buck his length further into your mouth. You gag momentarily but try to keep going. Your fingers moved in the same pace you were taking his cock and it was driving you mad. It felt good, but not good enough. 

You suddenly feel his hand tighten in your hair, pulling it hard. You groan helplessly and he pulls himself out of your mouth. Your eyes shoot up at him innocently and you try to see why he stopped. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He growls. 

Your heart pounds out of your chest by his tone and your body freezes. 

“N-nothing…” you say warily. 

“What are your fingers doing then, hmm?” He says, looking down at you. Your cheeks turn red, and you don’t know what to say. 

“I couldn’t help it, I’m sorry,” you whimper. 

“Oh, you couldn’t help it… I’m sure… you need to be fucked by me that badly?” He asks. 

You could melt into a puddle right now. Gods, the way he said that made you need him so terribly. You needed him to have his way with you and fulfill every last dark and dirty desire you had. You hadn’t felt pleasure in so long, he was bound to make you come undone in an instant. 

“Please… I want you,” you beg. 

He sits back in his throne with a smug look on his face. He pulls the rest of his pants down and tosses them off to the side of you. He pulls his tunic up to stay out of the way. You wanted to lick every inch of him. He was made to be worshipped. 

“Show me.” He demands. 

“What?” You tremble. 

“Show me how bad you want me to fuck you. Show me with your hands.”

You swallow harshly at what he was asking of you and have no hesitation showing him what he wants to see. 

“Can I stand up to take this off?” You ask him. 

“Yes, then back on your knees.”

You stand up slowly, keeping eye contact, and you peel your armor off piece by piece. Your fingers unzip your uniform and wiggle your arms out of it. Once you have it off, you toss it to the side where his pants are too. You’re left in your bra and underwear and he looks like he could feast on you. 

“Those off too,” he instructs. 

Those eyes make you feel on fire. He wouldn’t take his eyes off you and watched your every move. You unclip your bra and pull it off you. The cool air makes your nipples hard and your whole body shivers. You pull your underwear down next and can’t look at him when you do this. You’re naked in front of him. A God. And he was drooling at the very sight of you.

You sink back down to your knees and stare at the floor as your fingers find your aching bud. You rub it in slow circles and hold back the whimper you wanted to make. You were sopping wet and were spilling down your thigh. Your breath becomes ragged and you feel your pleasure increase. 

“No, look at me,” he demands. 

Your eyes shoot straight up at him and you bite your lip when you see what he’s doing. He has his cock in his hand, slowly working his head and moving it along his shaft. 

“Ohh,” you whimper as you watch him pleasure himself. 

Your fingers move faster and can clearly hear how much wetness has gathered there. The sound of your wet pussy drives him to the edge. He looks drunk on you and watches your wet fingers spread through your folds. He almost looked envious of your fingers and the way they were getting covered in your wetness. You kind of felt the same. You wanted to be the one touching him and making him curse at your touch. You wanted to feel how warm his cock would be in your hand as you jerked him. 

“Fuck honey come here, now,” he grits through his teeth. 

You stand up and get in between your legs. He grabs you by your hips and the way his hands feel on you makes you want to cry out his name. They were big and strong, you were completely at his mercy with them on your body. 

“I want you to sit down and take me nice and slow.”

All you can do is nod your head and proceed to straddle him on the throne. You place your hands on his shoulders and hover over his length. You look into his eyes and pause, waiting for him to tell you what he wants. Being this close to him nearly sucked the life out of you and his serious blue eyes stare into yours. His eyes get heavy with lust and his long eyelashes distract you. You feel his hands back on your hips as he sinks you down until you feel his tip push at your entrance. 

You gasp at the sensation and hold onto him tighter.  You slowly sink down, groaning at the feeling of you stretching around him and covering him with your wetness. He also groans softly, watching your face be overcome with pleasure. Each slow thrust you made only felt better. He felt so good and only made you want more of him. 

“You feel so damn good,” he whispers in your ear. He drags his teeth down your neck and sucks on the crook of it. It feels like electricity just ran through your whole body. It was the best feeling you’ve ever had. He then places a kiss on your cheek, and it feels like heaven. His lips are so soft and you know you need more of that.   

Your hips move without thinking and chase the high of your release. You took more of him and groan loudly. He was overwhelming, you’ve never been with a man like this and felt so intoxicated. The grip on your hips tightens as he moves you down on him harder and faster until he is deep inside you. 

You both groan loudly, crying for more from each other. 

“That’s it, honey, take all of it,” he grunts. He fills you to the brink and stills you. You cry out his name, overwhelmed by how deep he is. 

“Shit you’re killing me,” you pant, staring at him wide eyed. He bites his lip and nods his head at you. 

“You feel so good, honey, keep moving for me please,” he coos. His hand tangles in your hair again and pulls you in close, your chest touching his. He leans in to kiss you on the lips and you moan into his mouth. Your hips begin to move more, grinding at the base of his cock. 

His hand pushes at the small of your back and helps you rock into him. The heat in your belly roars and you can feel your release ready to come crashing down on you. You break the kiss because you need air and try to keep it together. Your walls began to flutter around him, knowing you can’t hold back much longer.

He pulls slowly on your hair, making you look up at the ceiling mercilessly. He doesn’t tell you to stop so you keep riding him, chasing your high. 

“Beg me to make you cum,” he grumbles. 

A whiny moan comes from your throat and you thrust onto him harder. You wanted him to make you finish more than anything. You would have never imagined that this man would make you come apart, let alone beg for it. You roll your hips against him and that makes him groan loudly. His hand pulls at your hair tighter making you gasp. 

“I said beg for it,” he growls. 

“Please, please I need you to make me cum. Please let me finish,” you cry, your voice echoing through the throne room. 

“Mmm, you sound so good like this. But you’ll have to do better than that to give you what you want. Beg. Beg for your king to make you cum.”

Your chest heaves and you feel your body tremble with need. You didn’t want to wait anymore and wanted him to give you the best pleasure you’ve ever felt. You didn’t care how wrong it was to beg him for such things and for calling him such a title. You needed him. 

“Please, Loki, I need you. I need you to make me cum. I beg you, my king. Fuck don’t make me wait anymore.” You whimper helplessly. 

He lets go of your hair and the look on his face just about makes you finish. He looked completely drunk on you, like he couldn’t believe what he heard. 

“Cum for me.”

Both of his hands go back on your hips and helps you fuck him in a slow rhythm. You shut your eyes tightly and feel your whole body tense. Before you knew it, your orgasm comes crashing down hard like waves on a shore. Your walls squeezed around him and pulsed with every movement. You came hard and fast, unable to get enough of him. 

He’s too busy trying to hold back his own release but won’t stop moving you on him. He groans and shuts his eyes too, his mouth dropping when he feels how tight and warm you are. 

If it wasn’t for his hands on you, you would’ve completely collapsed on him. Your body felt weak and yet so light and satisfied. You lock eyes with him once more and that’s all it took for him. You feel his length pulse inside you, releasing all of his warm cum into you. You groan when you feel him inside you like this. He moved slowly and with each thrust, you squirmed on his lap with how sensitive you’ve become. He lets his head lean back slightly and lets the last wave of his release wash over him. He looked beautiful like this. It wasn’t the same vengeful God that was about to end everyone in his sight.

Your hips come to a stop and you pant as he brushes your hair off your shoulders. His touch was so addictive. You could have him touch every inch of your body and you wouldn’t want him to stop. 

“I can’t get enough of you,” he sighed. 

His voice makes your whole body tingle as you tighten your grip on his shoulders. 

“Damn it don’t say something like that,” you grovel. 

He smirks at you and slowly glides his hands up your body. He finds your hardened nipples and squeezes them. 

“Loki, please, don’t,” you whimper, knowing you’ll succumb to him in a flash if he keeps going. He pulls you in for another kiss, this time fiercely. His tongue claims your mouth and makes you groan at the feeling. His hands cup your breasts and squeezes them in his large hands. He lets out a small groan when he feels them like this. Your hips squirm, unable to handle all this teasing. You break the kiss and struggle for breath. 

“Loki no… I have to go. I-I-I can’t be here. I’ve been gone too long. They’re bound to send more people here since no one has reported back. People are going to come here and take you into custody.” You say panicked. 

He lifts you off of him and gently puts you on the floor between his spread legs. He gives you that sinister smile once more and nods his head.

“Fine, you win,” he says cheekily, “take me in,” he tells you, putting his wrists together and holding them out in front of you. 

“What?” you say shocked. 

“Either you take me in now or risk a dozen people rushing in to find you naked in the throne room. It’s your choice,” he says cockily. 

You grit your teeth at his cocky subterfuge, "fine, put your pants on now, you're leaving with me," you snap. You bend down to pick up your uniform and it vanishes into thin air. You snap your head to Loki with a look that could kill.

"Bring me back my clothes, NOW," you seethe. You try to cover yourself, unable to take this man's oogling eyes any longer. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?! What the hell are you doing!" you scream.

He goes to pick up his pants and slips them on with a smile on his face.

"Oh no... I think I lost them... guess you'll have to come with me instead," he says slyly.

You really thought you could outsmart the God of Mischief when he was always one step ahead of you.

"You’ll pay for this." You scowl.

“If it has something to do with you back on this throne with me, I’m more than okay with any type of punishment you have in mind.” He winks.

[uniquethingtastemaker]

Ok, question. I’m not a huge fan of the MC in Love and Deepspace. Does anyone feel the same way? Her personality is so off putting that I haven’t gotten that far into the main story line because of that. Considering all that. I want to create a few fanfics with an MC with a different and cooler personality. Her position would be the same though.

I’ll cite my evidence for why I dislike her so much (Disclaimer: I’ve seen spoilers and some of Rafayel’s cards):

We’ll start with Xavier. Poor Xavier. He’s one of my favorites. Unproblematic sleepy boi for the most part. How the MC treats him grates me, especially at the beginning.

The second time they meet (Chapter 3), they’re in an active danger zone. MC gets a sprained ankle and Xavier patches her up. Then, he takes out a ton of Wanders to clear the path for her. That’s very thoughtful. Afterward, MC starts to grill him on his identity. I’m not really sure why. I can only assume it’s a mix between him being mysterious about his identity and his insane skill (it’s called being private, but MC didn’t get the memo). She proceeds to go through a lengthy interrogation, only to come up empty.

This confuses me for multiple reasons. First, they’re in the middle of a danger zone. The priority should be getting out or clearing Wanderers, not figuring out his identity. She can ask her boss later. If she’s wary of Xavier because he’s not apart of UNICORN, then she should focus on getting out of there. She doesn’t fear him though. MC doesn’t focus on getting out, and she goes as far as sassing him later for not giving her more information. If you provoke an unpredictable and dangerous entity, there’s a good chance they’ll harm you. Consider all this, MC doesn’t fear him. Therefore, his identity doesn’t matter for her to survive. This means she wants private information from someone who clearly doesn’t want to give it. That’s rude af, especially considering he’s been helping her since he saw her. Her verbiage also rubs me the wrong way. It feels like she thinks she’s entitled to his private information. It’s ridiculous. MC has met him twice. Of course he’s not going to tell her sensitive intel. I wouldn’t either if someone acted like that toward me.

The next thing for poor Xavier was a text conversation. MC basically called him emotionless. I had to take a second to process that one. Everyone has feelings even if they don’t express them very much. I’m baffled that she insinuated that when she knows Zayne. MC has never said that about Zayne as far as I know, and he’s way less expressive than Xavier. It’s rude, insensitive, and immature to say that to someone.

Again with Xavier. There was a part where MC was given a proposal to help in obtaining some information in the main story. It was dangerous. Xavier stayed behind after her boss left. There were a few choices you could respond with. Obviously, I chose those favorable to Xavier. I click on “I want you as my hunting partner.” He was genuinely excited and happy that you wanted to work with him. Then MC adds that she views him as a tool. She’s objectifying him. That’s unacceptable and disrespectful to do to anybody, but to do it to someone with good intentions and has your best interest at heart is beyond upsetting. It was painful to watch the excited, happy expression on his face drop into one of dejection.

Let’s talk about Zayne. I’m baffled by how MC treats him. She goes against her doctor’s orders despite having a specific medical condition. She brushes him off and refuses to listen to him. It’s frustrating to witness. It makes my brain hurt. She has a job that requires extensive physical and dangerous activity. It’s important to take care of her health so she’s competent and safe. If something happens on the battlefield because MC didn’t take care of herself, she’s putting more people in danger. Instead of her teammates only having to worry just about themselves, they’ll have another burden to deal with. It seems extremely irresponsible.

Now, Rafayel… again, the MC baffles me. During the second meeting, she is incredibly aggressive. It’s the coral stone incident with his painting driving someone mad. She accuses Rafayel of malicious intent without any concrete evidence from what I understood. Although MC was right, she didn’t have any proof. As far as she knew, he doesn’t have a motive. That’s a huge issue for me. Most people don’t kill another without a reason. Also if the substance he used as paint was tainted, how should he know? He doesn’t specialize or deal with Wanderers everyday. It could very well be an accident. I find her actions and belief of immediately assuming the absolute worst and being aggressive about it as ineffective and off putting.

Next is when she finds out Rafayel is a Lemurian. Oh boy, I was in a tizzy about this scene. Now, I don’t particularly like how she treated him when he clearly felt awful. Her bedside manner was terrible, but it wasn’t a big deal. However, when the scales appear, MC touches them without permission. Rafayel is in a vulnerable state and has accidentally revealed a huge weakness that puts him in danger if others found out. When our merman boy wakes up, he tells her not to touch him. MC disregards that and continues to basically assault him. I understand that some people might find touching his cheek not a big deal, but it’s the consent that matters. He didn’t consent to her touch and she did it anyway. He was clearly uncomfortable and upset. Rafayel also had little way to fight back because of his weakened state. People might argue, “he wanted it.” That is a dangerous mindset to have. If it was applied to a real world case, then that could be making an excuse for a potential rapist. No means no. Even if he did desire it, she needs explicit consent.

Then she makes a… threat? comment? about how she could kidnap him and sell him to the highest bidder. That is not cool. Even if it’s a joke, it’s not funny. That is a real threat and danger to Rafayel, and she says it without hesitation. MC has no regard for his feelings about the situation. She says “I would never do that to you” at the end, but that doesn’t cancel out what she said earlier. MC proved she wasn’t safe emotionally. No wonder Rafayel has the sentiment of “all humans are greedy.” If I was faced with MC and the people who hound him to buy his art, I might be convinced too.

Overall, I have huge problems with the MC. Does anyone feel the same? I tend to specialize in write canon-based fanfics with twists and whatnot. Would anyone be interested? (I’ll probably do it anyway, but feedback is always appreciated) If I do, I’m changing MC’s personality 100%

[strawberry-bubblef]

This is my first ask from you so I hope it’s not too much but may I request Idia with jinx!yuu?

I think they would bounce off each other really well jinx!yuu is extremely smart despite her circumstances (with proper education that girl can solve world hunger, I swear) also they both lost younger sibling figures (Iesha, ortho)

and they would probably both help each other “issues” physical and mental I mean, jinx!yuu would probably drag Idia out whether he liked it or not and she’s so bold that most likely people into public situations with eyes on her and he’s right next to her so eyes on him too (honestly like with Iesha, she would probably have less hallucinations with him)

And there’s no way in hell he would let her stay malnourished

Sorry for rambling. It’s just a really cute dynamic That has infected my brain.

FEEL FREE TO IGNORE/DELETE THIS!!!

Idia with jinx!reader

I hope it doesn't bother you but I did a mix of Jinx characters in season 1 and season 2 !

It wasn’t love at first sight.

Far from it actually.Idia had tried to avoid you like the plague.

You were a wildfire in a world of glass. Unapologetically loud, bold, and unpredictable. You wore your trauma like warpaint,bright blue, impossible to ignore. You laughed too hard, joked at all the wrong times, and stared into danger like it owed you something.

You terrified him.

And that only made him feel worse. Because it wasn’t your fault,whatever you’d been through before ending up at NRC had carved deep scars into you, and sometimes those scars split open when nobody was ready. He could see it. He knew how it felt.

But that didn’t stop the fear. It just made it quieter. More familiar.

So, he avoided you. For a while.

But you?

You found his lab. Started hanging around, poking at his tech, asking how things worked with that offhand brilliance that left him blinking. You understood mana flow and circuitry the same way you understood chaos: naturally, intimately.

Idia didn’t realize when the fear faded. One day, it was just… gone. Replaced by wary fascination. Then by tentative comfort. Then something warmer, heavier, harder to name.

You didn’t treat him like he was weirdo.

You didn’t try to fix him. Didn’t flinch when he stumbled through his words or disappeared for days. You teased him constantly,loud, relentless, merciless but always with a spark in your eyes and a gentleness when his voice failed him. You’d threaten anyone who looked at him the wrong way, joke about blowing up the cafeteria, and tell Malleus to “take a hike, thunderstorm prince” if he annoyed you.

And in return… he made sure you ate.

The first time he actually saw how thin you really were he almost deleted half his codebase in a panic. After that, he started making sure you were fed. Bento boxes (made by Ortho) appeared beside your pile of parts. Energy bars in your coat pockets. Hot soup waiting in his room, labeled with sticky notes that said “EAT. Or ELSE.” in shaky handwriting.

You rolled your eyes. Called him a grandma. Tried to throw a wrench at him once

He learned to approach slowly, especially when you were twitchy. Learned to hum softly when the hallucinations came back, so you’d have something real to follow. And when you curled up in his room in the middle of the night, too quiet, he didn’t ask what you were seeing. He just lay down beside you, and stayed.

In return, you dragged him outside.

Not always physically but sometimes, yeah. More often, you pulled him out of his shell by just existing so loudly beside him. You made him visible. You made him real. You pulled him into missions, arguments, trouble, and long nights of building things that shouldn’t exist. You dreamed recklessly. He calculated obsessively. And somehow, it worked.

You held his hand in public like it was the most normal thing in the world.

You still fought sometimes. Still misunderstood each other. You would vanish for days when the world got too loud in your head. He would shut down after overload. But you always came back. You chose to come back.

Because you both knew,healing wasn’t pretty. It didn’t happen in quiet epiphanies and glowing lights.

Sometimes healing was screaming in the kitchen because someone forgot to eat. Sometimes it was holding hands too tightly. Sometimes it was sitting on the floor in silence, holding someone who couldn’t stop shaking, and not trying to make it go away. Just being there.

Sometimes it was you, beaming through the crowd with blue braids swinging, dragging Idia into a situation he definitely didn’t want to be in until he looked at you and remembered why he followed in the first place.

Healing was messy. Loud. Chaotic.

But it was yours.

And neither of you were alone.

English is not my first language !

[snakes-writing-corner]

Mr. Puzzles Fluff Alphabet

Requested by… Me!

Coming out of hibernation ‘cause there is not enough Mr. Puzzles x Reader content out there so I am contributing to the pile because the hyperfixation I have on this man has me in a fucking death-grip.

It is 2 in the morning when I’m posting this so yippie brain-rot!!!

Anyways alphabet under the cut :D

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very. I mean you are kind of the only person who’s ever bothered to get close to him!

He was extremely clingy when the two of you were just friends, but now that you’re his partner? That’s increased tenfold.

He’s very unpredictable so he’s pretty much a wildcard when it comes to ways he’ll show affection.

Sometimes he’ll gently pull you along by grabbing your wrist, sometimes he’ll nuzzle into your hair or neck, maybe he’ll cup your face like you’re a glass sculpture that might shatter, and sometimes he’ll just pick you up and twirl you around. Honestly? This lovable director will show you any kind of physical affection under the sun.

I do think he particularly would like to hold your hand though. He likes the warmth of your hand in his, and how it’s so small compared to his. It’s like your hand was just made for him to hold!

Overall, any physical affection is fine by him as long as he gets to touch or hold you!

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

I fear having this man as a best friend because that means chaos.

Yes being in a romantic relationship with him would be chaos, but a friendship I feel would be more chaotic somehow???

Will break your door down to get an opinion on a new show he’s been working on, and will absolutely pester you until you comply.

Would probably get you to star in said show and then poke fun at you the entire time. Lovingly of course mind you!

Lots of talk sessions where the two of you just talk shit about other people because this man lives for drama, like wants the tea on everyone.

Would break into your house at 2 in the morning to steal food like a fucking rat (I say this in a loving way).

Anyways being besties with him means say goodbye to your doors because he’s kicking them all down to get your attention.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddling is definitely a must!!! Like he would love to cuddle!!!

This man has no preference to cuddling he just wants to hold you close to him! Definitely big spoon no questions asked, but he also loves having you lay on his chest.

I think his favorite way to cuddle though would be on his side with you snuggled into his chest. You would probably look very small compared to him like his body would basically envelop yours, but hey he’d be very warm at least! Mr. Puzzles would probably just lazily comb through your hair with the goofiest smile on his face, whispering little words of affirmation under his breath as he did so.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?)

Oh definitely! But, after he becomes all rich and famous! He wants the best life for you after all!

Definitely a housewife though when he’s not busy working on his shows, like this man is a workaholic. I genuinely think he enjoys cleaning and repetitive tasks in general, helps him think.

When working on his shows or stressed? Yeah no the living space can easily become a train-wreck as he gets increasingly more frustrated over whatever he’s working on.

You could probably leave the studio on any given day, and either come back to it spotless or a wreck. There’s like a 50/50 shot whenever you leave.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Nuh-uh, not happening, you are literally stuck with him now, and he is NEVER LETTING YOU GO. :)

Yeah that’s definitely not concerning! Good luck my guy because Mr. Puzzles has some attachment issues, and will not leave you no matter what you do!

But hey! You probably won’t get to leave him either! At least he won’t let you without a fight! (Get this man some therapy or something)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Very big on commitment honestly part of him wants all of your attention to himself, but he loves you enough to not go that far.

I think he’d be kinda iffy on marriage. On one hand he could throw this big event for the two of you, letting everyone know you’re his.

On the other, he’s fine not getting married at all! As far as he’s concerned as long as you’re completely committed to him romantically there’s not really a reason to get married?

Honestly whether he gets married to you or not would depend on your preference.

Would probably still get you an engagement ring of some kind no matter what your answer is, just so others’ know you’re committed to someone.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Oh my god this man? Gentle as a feather physically. Emotionally? He tries to be as gentle as he can, but that temper gets the better of him sometimes.

He holds you like you are glass about to shatter, like he’s holding the most precious thing in the world.

Cups your face in his gloved hand and just admires you like the most beautiful art piece ever created. Might even lightly bump his screen against your head wondering how he got so lucky.

Most of the time he’s a bit aloof regarding your emotions he likes to tease you after all!

But in serious moments his tone will get noticeably softer as he listens, and tries to help you with whatever you are dealing with in anyway he can.

Now granted, Puzzles gets frustrated easily, and might lash out at you occasionally or straight up manipulate you, but he tries to make up for it.

Just be patient with him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)

Yes.

Hugs are a constant thing with this man he loves to hug and hold you. Though he will probably pick you up to hold you.

Most of the time he’ll come up from behind, pick you up, spin you around a bit, saying something like “There’s my little angel!”, and then hug you!

Definitely puts his screen to your head and makes a loud “mwah!” sound.

He’s a dork when it comes to hugging he wants to make you smile, that and he just likes having you close to him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

After you get together?

All. The. Time.

Not in a bad way of course he wants you to know he absolutely adores you! Words of affirmation are part of his love language after all!

Says stuff like “I love you my precious starlight.” or “Gosh you’re just so cute! I truly do love you when you give me that look my dear!”

He is serious every time he says it though, but will not hesitate to fluster you with that phrase.

Can imagine him saying “I love you.” in a low husky voice to make you weak in the knees.

He likes to see you get all red in the face and become a stuttering mess. He’s a tease like that. :)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Puzzles has attachment issues this man gets extremely jealous very quickly.

If he thinks anyone is getting even a little touchy with you? He’s walking over, putting his arms around you, and talking to the offender with fake enthusiasm and venom in his voice.

The person doesn’t get the hint? Lightly veiled threats start coming out.

Would resort to violence as a last resort.

If it’s a more light version of jealousy he’ll probably dramatically pout in the corner with his arms crossed until you come over and give him attention.

He’s very dramatic with jealously like a dog not getting attention when it wants it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Uhhhh I mean he has a TV for a head he can’t exactly kiss you per se.

But Puzzles tries to make it work! Most commonly he’ll gently tap his screen to your head or hands with a little electric shock to give the illusion of an actual kiss.

Is not much for you kissing his screen though since he’ll have to clean it afterwards…

But you want to get this man to melt into you? He loves being kissed on the neck, or on the bottom of his TV, might as well send sparks through his entire body. Would definitely love neck bites as well.

Honestly would not care where you kiss him he’s just happy getting your affection.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I think he’d be pretty good around children at least outwardly.

Probably would be trying to entertain them with cartoons or little puppet shows.

Do not think he’d actively put himself in a situation to be around children though. I don’t think he likes them very much.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Puzzles would get up without waking you, get dressed, get some coffee, and then would make the two of you breakfast.

You typically tend to wake up before he’s finished, but if you aren’t then he’ll gladly give you breakfast in bed!

Would make fun of you for being a sleepyhead though.

Mornings with Puzzles would start off quiet, but get progressively louder as you both wake up a bit.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

I feel like nights go one of two ways.

Either A. Chaotic as hell or B. Actually nice

A chaotic as hell night includes Mr. Puzzles having some sort of mental break which results in him overworking himself and refusing to go to sleep and/or him frantically at a board with a bunch of papers on it trying to come up with ideas.

While this rarely happens it can if his shows aren’t doing as well as he would like or if you’re gone for long periods of time. The best thing to do here is gently talk to him and get him away from his area of work to help him calm down. A nice cup of hot tea or hot cocoa would help as well!

A nice night is more common though since Puzzles does think sleep is important. Probably ends with the two of you winding down by either cuddling in bed or watching TV (an actual TV though not his head he likes being able to hold you) while you two have blankets and/or hot tea to sip on.

Alternatively you two will cuddle in bed and just talk about whatever comes to mind until you two fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s pretty open about his past but not so much about what he doesn’t want you to see.

He shares stories from when he was a kid a lot, mainly about his mom, (I get a huge mama’s boy vibe from him) or his struggles making friends and connections until you showed up.

Also talks about his frustrations about getting into directing shows and how no corporate big shot would give him a chance so that’s how he made his own company! Also loves talking about ideas for new shows or really anything that comes to mind this man has no filter and just says what pops in his head.

He does not talk about things he doesn’t want you to know. Mainly that he smokes but he’s also definitely done some fucked up stuff in the past to get where he is today so he keeps that under wraps.

Wouldn’t want his darling angel to worry about those little hiccups~

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

We are literally talking about the person who sang about how ‘patience is a virtue uttered by fools’ this man has close to none.

He gets very frustrated and angry when things don’t go how he planned them to. He also can get frustrated if you don’t tell him things.

While he never tries to direct his anger at you he tends to lash out when frustrated and says things he doesn’t mean. However, he would probably apologize in the end if he really hurt you with his words.

Would never think of getting physically violent with you though he would much rather cut off his own head again than do that.

It would be very odd hot to see the man who holds you so gently be able to so easily make a sizable dent in a metal object.

Definitely has punched many holes in the walls and covered it up with something.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

My guy.

My buddy.

This man will remember every little thing you have told him about anything you like. He has a little notebook dedicated to writing little details about you so he doesn’t forget.

Knows just about everything you’ve either off-handedly mentioned about yourself or straight up told him.

Has various things written down like your favorite color, food, drink, cartoon, etc. Like literally anything you can think of that you could say about yourself he probably has written down.

Also has a page just describing how much he loves your looks down to the littlest detail but that’s not as important.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you two officially became partners.

He was so anxious to ask on the inside but kept the outwardly performance up as he was desperately trying to figure out how to go about it.

He broke one night and frantically made a board full of ideas for what he could do, but none of them were good enough! You deserved so much more than-than this!

You just so happened to walk into this scenario but Mr. Puzzles didn’t notice you as he was too focused on his board. You heard him muttering to himself about how “this had to be perfect” and “no, no that wouldn’t-”.

You eventually got concerned and walked up to him, accidentally scaring the living daylights out of him by the way, and as he tried to stutter something out you realized just what the board was about.

You then looked at him as he was still trying to come up with an excuse and just looked at him with wide eyes as you just blurted “And here I was scrambling to figure out a way to ask you out myself.”.

Puzzles just stared at you wide eyes and shouted “Wait really!?”

Anyways that night ended with you two just watching a movie on the couch and you’ve been together ever since.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Oh very protective.

Like you get scary tall guard dog partner privileges.

Most of the time if you’re with Puzzles no one would really dare to try anything because of how tall your TV man is, but on the off chance some asshole wants to try his luck?

Well Puzzles most definitely has a kill count.

In actuality he’d probably make threats towards the person, never getting outwardly aggressive as he doesn’t like to be the one fighting, but if the aggressor tries to touch you?

All bets are fucking off.

Despite what his personality may suggest to you if it comes down to it this man can pack a punch if need be. He is deceptively strong for how he looks and could easily beat a man to death if he wanted to.

While the fight would not end with the aggressor’s death as Puzzles does not want to kill someone in front of you, there is a good chance that person might end up mysteriously dead with no evidence tracing the murder back to him later down the line.

This man is slightly unhinged when it comes to keeping you safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

This is Mr. Puzzles we’re talking about he’s going all out!

Would definitely have a fancy dinner or something equally extravagant. I can see him liking to slow dance with you in a ballroom if given the chance.

If you prefer more casual dates then hey he’s up for that too! He’s paying though no ifs, ands, or buts about it! He loves movie dates and stargazing as date ideas.

Anniversaries are an all out occasion he’s standing his ground on that one because it’s special date and he wants the entire day to be special to the both of you.

Tries to get you gifts he knows you’ll like instead of fancy things though.

Okay maybe one or two pretty rings and such but mainly things you’d actually enjoy or give that big smile at receiving. I think gift giving is one of his love languages after all so expect to have lots of little trinkets.

He tries his best to make you smile everyday so he tries a lot for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has some… unfavorable aspects of himself he doesn’t want you knowing the true extent of.

He does not want you to know he smokes as he thinks it’s an undesirable habit and always deflects any questions about why he might smell like smoke or any cigarettes you might find.

His temper also gets the best of him at times leading to him lashing out and making dumb decisions that he tends to regret if he thinks about it too much. Though he has wrangled it in around you it can be explosive and violent when you aren’t around to witness the full extent of it.

He is also very obsessive with you and he knows it. It’s definitely toxic obsession as well because at his worst moments mentally he has debated keeping you to himself and not letting you leave. He’s also considered sabotaging all of your relationships so you only rely on him and no one else.

A dark part of him wants to keep you all to himself so no one can take you away from him ever.

Thankfully, he respects and loves you too much to act on those thoughts but god rest the poor soul that does anything bad to you because odds are…

Their life is on a very short timer.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Oh my god yes.

Yes he so is.

He wants to look his best around you 24/7 all day every day and somehow does not even have to try for it.

He needs to always look presentable because a good director should always look ready all the time!

Is dramatic as fuck if his shirt gets wrinkled or something like damsel with their hand on their head going “my poor husband” dramatic.

He’s very silly like that and you love him for it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes.

You are the only person who ever really tried to get to know him, who puts up with his silly shenanigans, and who he fell in love with.

Truthfully without you? He’d completely lose it mentally because you are his rock. The one person he knows can pull him back from the darkest corners of his mind.

Not that you’d ever know this but Mr. Puzzles does. He knows that now that he has you he would not be able to live without you and continue to pretend to be even remotely sane.

X = Xtra (Random HC)

Plays his dreams or soft static on his screen when he’s in a deep sleep.

Claps his hands when excited and fidgets with his suspenders a lot.

Also makes tons of motions with his hands while he talks.

Y = You (How would they talk about you?)

This goes one of two ways.

Either he’s all giddy and cheerful like a schoolgirl with a massive crush or sounds very concerning as he talks about you like a follower would a god.

Pick your poison because both are accurate it just depends on how he’s feeling that day.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Will. Not. Let. Go.

Like if you wake up before him you are not getting up because he has the grip of a koala and probably has his arms and legs wrapped all around you.

But sometimes if you wake up before him he ends up in the funniest positions like sprawled out in ways that should break his bones. It can be very funny and disturbing at the same time.

[ashthesalamipiece]

More dad bakugou please oh my god these crack me up

Enjoy♡

“Why Is Our Baby Acting High?”

Pairing: Fem!Reader × Dad!Katsuki Bakugo

Genre: Domestic Comedy | Fluff | Crack Humor

Warnings: Extreme baby weirdness, mild swearing (it's Bakugo), secondhand embarrassment, and way too much giggling

Word Count: ~2,300

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You were enjoying a rare moment of peace.

The dishes were done, laundry was folded, and for once, your home wasn’t echoing with the sound of explosive baby farts or Bakugo yelling “WHERE THE HELL IS THE BINKY?!”

But peace, of course, never lasts when you have a Bakugo baby.

“Babe,” Katsuki’s voice echoed from the living room, tinged with concern and something that—wait, was that confusion? Katsuki Bakugo doesn’t do confused.

You rushed in, half expecting the couch to be on fire, only to find your husband standing still, arms crossed, eyes locked on the baby like he’d just witnessed a demon possession.

“What’s wrong?”

“Look at him.” Katsuki pointed dramatically at your son, who was lying on his back in the middle of the floor, holding his own foot like it was the most fascinating object known to mankind.

He then proceeded to giggle.

At nothing.

Like, deep, belly-laugh, "I just saw a giraffe do taxes" kind of laughter.

“Oh my god,” you breathed. “Is he…high?”

“He’s not high,” Bakugo snapped. “He’s ten months old. He can’t even eat a goldfish cracker without choking.”

The baby blinked slowly, then stuck his tongue out and began poking his own cheek with it—repeatedly—like he’d just discovered it existed. His eyes glazed over in wonder.

Bakugo stepped back like he’d seen a ghost. “Okay. I take it back. That kid’s blitzed.”

You burst out laughing. “Katsuki, he probably just figured out what a tongue is.”

“He’s been eating for ten months, Y/N. You’re telling me he just now noticed it?” He leaned down. “Oi. You good, gremlin?”

Your son blinked up at him, then gently reached up and slapped Bakugo in the face. Not hard. Just…enough to be like “Shhh, dad. I'm vibin'.”

Bakugo stood straight. “I’m calling the pediatrician.”

“No! Don’t you dare, you’ll sound like a lunatic. ‘Hi, my baby looks stoned and slapped me like he was trying to stop my aura from disrupting his chakra flow.’” You giggled, scooping up your son. “He’s probably tired.”

Your son blinked again, looked you in the eye, and very slowly—very seriously—stuck his whole fist in his mouth. All the way to the knuckle.

Bakugo looked horrified. “Did he just...eat his own hand?”

“I mean technically, yes—”

The baby yanked his fist out and gasped dramatically, like he'd just pulled it out of the Matrix.

Then he drooled.

Like, Niagara Falls levels of drool.

“…he’s definitely high,” Bakugo muttered, slowly sitting on the couch like he needed to reevaluate his life. “Did you eat weird sh*t when you were pregnant?”

“Oh sure, blame me for the brain-melting acid trip he’s having.” You sat beside him. “Maybe he got your personality. Y’know—feral, loud, and unpredictable.”

Bakugo turned to your son. “You better not blow anything up, you little freak.”

Your son responded by slowly—slowly—turning his head to make eye contact with Bakugo and letting out a single, dramatic:

“Blergh.”

“…what the hell was that?” Bakugo recoiled.

“I think he just cursed you in Baby.”

Then your son, without warning, flopped over and started licking the floor.

“OH MY GOD!” you shrieked, lunging to stop him.

Bakugo grabbed him by the back of the onesie like a suspicious bag of meat. “That’s it. We’re doing an exorcism. Where’s Deku’s priest friend?”

“He doesn’t have a priest friend.”

“Then I’ll call Kirishima. We’ll wing it.”

You couldn’t stop laughing as your son made wet raspberries at the air, rolled onto his back, and began waving at the ceiling fan like it was his favorite pop star. “He’s literally vibing with the fan.”

“Is he flirting with the fan?” Bakugo asked in genuine horror.

“Don’t be jealous.”

“I’M NOT JEALOUS OF AN APPLIANCE!”

You grinned as you held the baby close, who was now giggling like he’d heard the funniest joke in the multiverse. “I think he’s just overtired.”

“Or he’s been replaced by a stoned alien.”

Just then, your baby looked you dead in the eye and made the loudest fart noise imaginable with his mouth. Then real farted.

Twice.

“Okay,” Bakugo deadpanned. “It’s official. He’s cracked.”

You could barely breathe from laughing. “Maybe he’s just becoming self-aware. It’s like a software update but for babies.”

“He’s updating from Goblin 1.0 to Chaos 2.5,” Bakugo muttered, gently placing your son down on the play mat like he was handling nitroglycerin.

The moment he touched the mat, your baby rolled over, stared at the wall, and began whispering to it.

Just baby gibberish. But whispered.

“…He’s talking to ghosts now,” Bakugo said, standing up. “I need a beer.”

“It’s noon.”

“EXACTLY.”

The baby turned to you with a slow, cheeky smile—eyes glazed over, one sock missing, hair sticking up like he’d just been electrocuted—and then sneezed with so much force he fell backwards.

You and Bakugo both sat in stunned silence.

Then you lost it. You were full-on, ugly-face laughing, tears down your cheeks.

Bakugo just stared at his kid like he was watching the end of a horror movie. “…We made that.”

“You helped,” you wheezed.

Bakugo sighed, walking over to scoop up the baby again—this time gently holding him like he was still unsure if he was possessed. “Y’know what, kid? You’re weird as hell. But you’re ours.”

Your baby gave him a big, drooly grin and promptly smacked him in the nose with a teether.

Bakugo didn’t even flinch. “Yeah. I deserved that.”

You came over and kissed both of them on the head. “Let’s get him a nap before he starts ascending.”

“He already thinks he’s levitating,” Bakugo mumbled. “If I see him hover, I’m moving out.”

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EPILOGUE

Your baby finally fell asleep, clutching his foot like a teddy bear.

You and Bakugo sat beside him, exhausted.

Bakugo nudged you. “Next time, let’s just get a cat.”

You grinned. “No promises.”

[litteralyjustawriter]

'Night Pretty Boy

Eddie Munson x M!Reader (Fluff)

Synopsis: Getting snowed in at your best friend Eddie's house while the heating unit is down and cuddling for warmth.

Contents: Male reader (Pretty boy and nothing else), Implied Autistic Eddie, no use of y/n, no use of personal pronouns for reader

It was the beginning of winter, light snowfall, leftover leaves from the previous season, and psychos already decorated for Christmas. Well- that's what it should be like, however Midwestern weather is an unpredictable curse and Hawkins Indiana wasn't exactly immune to mother nature's cruel jokes. Instead you were snowed in at your best friend Eddie Munson's house, still struggling to find warmth in two of his jackets while his radiator was, sardonically, broken.

"God, it's fucking freezing!" You whined to yourself, your entire body shaking in an agonizing chill. Looking at Eddie you could tell he wasn't doing much better as he attempted to make you both hot chocolate with trembling hands.

"Common pretty boy, it's not that bad- I mean at least we still have power." Eddie countered with practically no conviction. It was obvious he had a poor time keeping warm, wearing his leather jacket until the peak of summer, his hands chronically frozen to the touch, this was his worse case scenario.

"What good is power if it's not keeping us warm in a fucking snow storm Eddie!" Your snarky retort was quickly returned with a dramatic scoff.

"Well I'll never!" He theatrically uttered, his hand being practically sentient with its extreme movements. "I work so tirelessly to make you such a marvelous drink and this is how you repay me!?" Retracting from the persona he added a few simple words. "Besides I don't see you suggesting any other ideas to keep warm"

Now you were warm, not exactly your body but definitely your face. The repressed plan you had hidden immediately popped into your mind.

"I mean we could cuddle-" The words practically spilled out of your mouth without any thought, surprising both you and Eddie who had long forgotten whatever he was doing to turn an look at you.

"I mean- like- body heat and stuff right?! Not in a weird way or anything it's just that we could absorb each other's heat or somethi-"

"Yeah that's fine."

You looked up to meet the other man's eyes only to be met with eyes looking the farthest to the side they could while still facing you. For Eddie you could never tell if his averted gaze was due to embarrassment, discomfort, or simply his brain chemistry but regardless you couldn't help but smile as he covered his face with his hair and taped his finger on his leg to distract himself from the silence.

"Well- uhm-" Eddie quietly vocalized, breaking the stillness that filled the trailer, looking at the ground in front of you, still covering his face with his curls "- my room is right down the hallway if you want..."

"That sounds great Eddie" you replied, getting up and smiling at him before moving to his room. He quickly followed suit, completely forgetting your drinks as he kept his arms close to his body, forming T-Rex arms at his stomach. Opening his door, he apologized for the state of the room before tensely sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Sorry for the mess, I was preparing for Hellfire and didn't get a chance to pick up." You knew damn well he wasn't going to clean it, he hated picking up his things but simultaneously hated the mess that came with living in a space. You didn't have to look very hard to see he was obviously painting a Beholder on the floor, with scattered newspapers on the floor, miscellaneous objects that once adorned his floor freshly pushed out of the way, and a small fan pointed at the figure. After meticulously stepping around his floor, you leaped onto his bed, pulling him down by the shoulders to join you.

Meeting his shocked stare as you both laid on your sides you quickly laid a peck on his check before curling into his chest.

" 'Night Munson."

Hugging your waist closer to him he smiled, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

" 'Night Pretty Boy"

A/N: I started this a while ago, and if you couldn't tell by the opening paragraph, I started it before the Winter Solstice, not thinking it would take me this long to finish it so- Happy late holidays and my we hopefully have a good new year

[theambitiouswoman]

I really like your attitude towards dating and relationships. Over the past few years, I’ve kind of reprogrammed myself, I’m no longer seeking intensity, but rather the kind of qualities you mentioned. I’ve realized that I don’t need butterflies or a racing heart to feel connected; sometimes just feeling calm and comfortable is enough. Still, I sometimes wonder if I’m doing it right. I don’t just want to process things. I want to truly experience emotions too

What you said "I don't just want to process things" is a sentiment that is echoed very often in my messages

You know, real love can feel like fireworks, but I think we need to rewire our idea of what that actually means

A healthy relationship doesn’t spike your anxiety or make your heart race from fear of losing someone. In fact, neuroscience shows that when you're in a safe, loving bond, the brain’s fear center (the amygdala) actually calms down. Holding hands can reduce physical pain, hugging regulates the nervous system and just being in the presence of someone you trust can lower cortisol levels

When love is calm, it’s easy to wonder if you’re missing something. But what if you’re not? What if you're finally safe? Love becomes a place your body can exhale, not brace itself. That stillness isn’t a lack of feeling, it’s a new kind of depth. The kind that doesn’t burn you out, but lights you up

Healthy love is so powerful

What we call “butterflies” is just anxiety, we confuse nervous system activation with romantic excitement. But drama and toxicity can feel intense because they create a cycle of extreme highs and lows: love bombing, withdrawal, arguments, then affection again. That spikes dopamine, and we become addicted, not to the person, but to the anticipation of their validation. Especially for those of us with an anxious attachment style, you unconsciously associate unpredictability with love. The person just becomes a personification of our unresolved attachment wounds

The truth is that if you removed the chase and the validation, you probably wouldn't even like them

We need to rewire what we think fireworks feel like. Because healthy love can still feel like fireworks, just in a different way

When you’re emotionally safe enough to be fully yourself When you can play, laugh, and be present without fear When chemistry builds through trust, not tension When growth is mutual and love feels expansive When your nervous system feels at home, not on guard

Imagine feeling happy, at peace, free, full of love, seeing the world full of magic, seeing colors brighter, feeling like a child again, feeling confident, full of life, inspired, motivated

So if peace feels unfamiliar, maybe the question isn’t: Where’s the passion? Maybe it’s: Am I mistaking peace for boredom because I’ve been wired for chaos?

Healthy love isn’t void of emotion, it’s where real emotions finally have room to be felt, not just survived. And yes, real love still feels like fireworks, just the kind that light up your whole sky, not the kind that set your heart on fire and leave you in smoke

You already know the difference between what’s healthy and what isn’t, so don’t overthink or second guess yourself

I will tell you that not everyone is open to healing. A lot of people are operating from unhealed wounds, stuck in cycles they’re not ready to break. Emotional health isn’t as common as it should be… and that’s okay. Because not just anyone is meant for you

So trust yourself. The right connection will never require you to abandon your peace just to feel "something"

[ghouldtime]

Enough of the moody venty things on my blog,

I present to you my idea of what animals Hybrid!141 (except different animals than what's usually popular) would be I'll write a series for it if enough people are interested 👀animal shifter au also possible??? I'm open to ideas

Captain John Price - Moose While he's not the biggest, I feel it matches his strength in leading terms and in the sense of his larger personality (even if he isn't exactly extroverted). They're the kings of the forest and while they might look cuddly and friendly, you don't want to screw with them or you'll quickly find out why they have that title. He's got that intimidating aura to him

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley - Badger I KNOW THEY'RE SMALL AND HE'S NOT but look at it! He already has the black and white aesthetic going for him. Not to mention, badgers are solitary animals and can be extremely aggressive, you do NOT want to mess with a badger. They're also mostly nocturnal and as someone who works in the dark, it fits him so well. He's badger coded

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - Shrike (seriously these guys are WILD they're so sick) "What the hell is a shrike" is probably the most common question I'll get for this. This little dude is a BIRD OF PREY. But no, it doesn't just kill them with talons, it IMPALES THEM ON SPIKES. YEAH. BRUTAL. THEY MIMIC SONGBIRDS TO ATTRACT AND EAT THEM. These little dudes are sick and the dual nature and the complexity im eating it UP its so perfect for him. I really think it fits him because his looks can be extremely deceiving (fully agree with everyone who votes him as pretty boy of the year but ofc he's not only that). And of course he's clever and a lot of people won't expect the danger that comes with him?? I swear the duality is just perfect perfect for him

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish - Fox Playful, intelligent, and possibly an unpredictable goofball, he fits a fox to a T. I'm also strongly considering otter I'm really tied in it but they're both so fitting??? He's got a bright personality, can be outgoing, and sure has the brains to back it up. He can be destructive when he wants to and needs to have an outlet. Either fox or otter, he's got the vibe. Not too serious most of the time but if they're determined, yeah - best not to mess with them, they have teeth and claws for a reason