#which is highly likely to happen..........

[thatonebirdwrites]

Excellent article addition to this thread.

It is also bizarre to have science fiction condemned as a tool for imperialism, when a vast majority of it -- if one reads any book that is NOT by a cishet white man -- critiques colonialism, imperialism, patriarchy, and cishet white supremacy. It seems that professor who read a bigoted essay on science fiction failed to examine marginalized people's science fiction. If he'd bothered to do any research whatsoever, he'd have seen just how anti-imperialist science fiction can be.

For example, N.K. Jemisen's The Broken Earth Trilogy tackles themes of colonialism, family, and genocide. It does this through the medium of SF/F, where the world in which the characters live contributes to the layering of the themes. It's not just the characters sharing their story, but the world itself shares its story of sacrifice, oppression, and healing from the trauma of oppression. Jemisen hails from New York, USA.

Another example is Nnedi Okorafor, who is a Nigerian author, who tackles imperialism/colonialism, capitalism, patriarchy, and white supremacy. Her books ask the question of who are we? Imperialism/colonialism both strip away culture and attempts to shove people into narrow and painful stereotypes, to steal away their identity and force us into cogs for the capitalist war machines. Resistance means holding onto who we are and who our people are, and fighting to keep that alive. Through that act, we can find the strength to topple harmful systems.

That's just two authors, but they are both Black authors, and if there's one thing I learned in my short stint in the Iowa Writer's Workshop back in 2005, is that Black authors are rarely highlighted. Thus the program could not truly tackle its own bigotry until it reckoned with its silence and erasure of marginalized authors. (This happened after I left, when Black and Indigenous graduate students toppled the mostly white professors controlling the program. Suddenly in the 2010s, the Iowa Writing Workshops pumped out online classes anyone could take that dug into marginalized stories to examine these themes. Sadly, these online classes are no longer funded and have since ended in the early 2020s.)

I remember how hurt I was when my professor rejected my science fiction story about grief and erasure by those in power. How they used it as an example of 'low brow works.' How they told me to stop writing nonsense and write what I know. How they pushed back on the fact I had people of color in the story.

I dropped out of the program and for awhile stuck to nonfiction and poetry. Then I discovered authors like N.K. Jemisen and Octavia Butler and so many other LGBTQIA, Disabled, and/or BIPOC authors. Which lead me to more and more marginalized authors, and it was them that helped me return to writing. I learned so much from their writings and how they crafted their stories and themes.

When I escaped my abusive ex and couldn't write for a long while, it was the stories of queer characters of color that helped me find my voice again. Characters and stories my professors in the writing workshop would have derided as 'low brow' and 'no good.'

So I guess the questions I always have for these so-called writing programs is:

Do they view the writings of marginalized authors as legitimate and worthy of respect? Are they willing to challenge themselves and examine the themes in our works? In the works of Black, Indigenous, people of color? In the works of Disabled people? In the works of LGBTQIA people? In the works of people who are not cishet white American or European men?

If they writing classes do not draw from marginalized authors, then it's highly likely they have nothing to teach me other than bigotry and stereotypes, like the one I had quit. I've been forced to read those so-called literary classics. And sure there is some points to learn from them, but I learned the most about writing from marginalized authors -- the very authors these professors seem to write off as less than.

And where is that 'they are less than' mentality coming from?

Internalized, unchecked bigotry socialized into us by American (and some European) societies, which have yet to reckon with their racist and imperialist pasts. When academic circles deem stories by marginalized people as 'less than' they are drawing on that legacy of writing off whole populations as disposable in order to justify the exploitation, slavery, and horrifically brutal oppression rained down upon them. Much of which still happens today to many marginalized populations such as Black, Indigenous, LGBTQIA, Disabled, and immigrant populations (not just in America but in Europe and other countries too).

Writing workshops don't live in a vacuum, and the context of where they stand in our history and how they were weaponized by governments needs to be examined.

The writing workshop world has yet to reckon with that harmful legacy that seethes through it, and there's a reason why marginalized writers often form their own workshops. Because the ones in the academic halls are still steeped in imperialist, colonialist, patriarchal, cishet white supremacy. Until the academic writing workshops in many universities reckon with that legacy, they will continue to cause harm to budding writers, especially our most marginalized.

Which is why it is a joy when marginalized writers band together to form their own workshops.

my creative writing prof also HATES fantasy. as in if she asks for an example of symbolism in a book, and you give something from a fantasy novel, she’ll ask for an example from a “non-commercial book” instead.

I dunno man, people can have preferences, but the second you discount the artistic merit of sci fi and fantasy I stop taking your opinion seriously. and there’s such a big culture in Canada of only valuing literary fiction, to the point where one of our biggest authors, Margaret Atwood, refused for a while to classify her books as sci fi or fantasy. she said they were “speculative fiction”, which is entirely separate and very highbrow (sarcasm).

and I could go on about how Octavia Butler and Ursula Le Guin wrote books every bit as intellectual (and honestly, even more so) than their literary counterparts, but I am also an enjoyer of schlock!! I think there’s artistic merit in animorphs, and in isekais where a japanese schoolgirl reincarnates into a magical spider who has to level up like it’s a video game! it’s like with everything, you can’t draw a clean line that separates ‘art’ from ‘non-art’ or even ‘lesser art’, and pretending you can do so just makes you look ignorant and goofy. in my opinion.

[jupitermarss]

unexpected company

shy alien!chan x human!reader warnings: blowjob, corruption kink kinda, aliens, monsterfuck(?), alternative anatomy, sub!chan listen this has no coherent lore or artistic purpose, it’s pure self indulgent filth aka shy alien channie gets a blowjob for the first time ever for the vibes think the avatar’s navi meets stitch meets bang chan. 

moving slightly off grid to finally escape the noise of the city and live out your little house in the woods dream seemed peaceful. uneventful even, because the most that would happen was a hare visiting once in a few moons. that was until a little almond shaped spacecraft crashlanded meters away from your cabin, turning life upside down because not only did it scare the daylights out of you, there was also a pilot inside the ship.

his skin was tinted blue, eye scleras fully black, which, surprisingly... only made him less intimidating, somehow. the visitor was humanoid, slightly lankier than your average male, with a smooth, almost animal-like grace, somewhat primal yet contrasting with his outstanding intelligence and skill in both language and engineering.

when you’d first locked eyes with each other, it wasn’t fear or dread that struck you. on some intuitive and body language reading level, just by one look at your newfound alien company, you figured he was probably even more distressed and frightened than you were. so your initial response was laced with confusion and compassion instead. maybe, a sparkle of curiosity and suspicion, too. 

you gave him water, tried to keep your own body language neutral and non-threatening, showing you were only trying to help and meant no harm. 

this is how it started. 

to answer the question of how it’s going, there’s definitely nuance. 

first of all, he’s now living with you because he needs time to patch up his spacecraft. with limited tech resources available here on earth, it’s taking longer than it could have. 

second of all, he started speaking. he introduced his name to you first, but it sounded like a combination of sounds your mind couldn’t even grasp to then repeat. it was long, tongue twisting and unclear, so you settled on a simpler alternative that phonetically resembled the original name — chan. 

chan picked up basic english in a matter of days and was clearly of some further evolved species than humans. 

he enjoyed pineapple juice and noodle soups, and refused to consume anything else that wasn’t those two options. 

he also had little antennae on the top of his head, that you soon figured were extremely sensitive and almost sacred of a body part, because when you reached to touch them once, he hissed for a warning and sneered as his body tensed up in a reflex response. 

channie wasn’t hostile at all, though. he respected you and your space, keeping his head down and not making much sound, only asking for things when he absolutely needed them. it seemed like where he came from — was an organized and neat, highly developed society that honored manners, respect, knowledge and… modesty? you weren’t sure if it was the right way to describe this certain feeling you were getting. maybe, channie was just… shy. which, if you were being honest with yourself, stirred something inside of you that only fueled the desire to get to know him better. closer. 

“screwdriver, where?” chan asks, popping his head into the living room where you’re now resting with a book in your hands. 

“ahh, not sure? maybe look in the garage, or the kitchen drawers?” you respond and briefly glance at the clock to then realize that he’s been up since 6 in the morning and still haven’t had a breather. 

“chan, aren’t you tired? maybe have a little break?” you add a second before he disappears again, and he stops, perking up his antennae and giving you an almost confused glance. 

“need repair ship. get home!” chan waves his hands as he speaks with a thick adorable accent. 

“i know. but you need rest, too. it’s okay to take a break for an hour.”

“and do what?” 

“rest.” you repeat gently, putting away a long forgotten book and patting the sofa, as if inviting him to sit and join you.

he hesitates but listens, probably out of politeness since you’re the host and he’s the guest, and it would be rude to just walk away from you. as he’s sitting on the sofa, it’s evident that he’s waiting for some sort of instruction or explanation from you, unsure what resting really means. 

“i can help you relax if you let me,” you propose carefully, leaning closer and putting your hand on his thigh, gently caressing him with soothing repetitive motions. 

chan blinks, naive and clueless, but he can admit the touch feels nice, so his body loosens up a little as he sinks further into the pillows. 

there’s a certain level of trust between you already, and you know he isn’t scared or concerned around you, which pushes you further to test out the waters. you slide your palm a little higher to his crotch, and he immediately turns his head to you. 

“why touch?” chan asks with sincere confusion. 

“because it feels good?” 

now it's your turn to be confused. has he never had sex before? is sex even a thing where he’s from? 

“feel good? dunno, chan never touch there,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders and then looking down at his own groin. 

oh.

you swallow and try to keep your cool, even though a strange and probably inappropriate wave of excitement jolts through your body at the news. 

“i can show you. it can feel very good and relaxing. you don’t have to worry, it’s not… painful or anything. it’s nice. can i show you?” you explain and try to sound as reassuring as you can, reading his facial expressions at the same time. 

while you’re studying him so closely, you can’t help but notice how ungodly, unearthly pretty he actually is. his grown out black locks and his sharp eyebrows give him an almost disheveled look yet he still looks so put together, so deeply intelligent. your gaze trails lower and stops at his lips. they’re a darker tint of blue, plush and perfectly shaped. you can tell they’re soft and tender just by looking at them. 

his nailbeds are the same dark blue as his lips, and it gives an impression of matching lipstick and nail polish, kind of rebellious and cute, except it’s just his natural body colors. refreshing.

he’s well built, too. like he can easily climb a tree if he needs to. like he will confidently pilot a heavy aircraft with stiff gears and controls. 

“you can show,” his voice takes you out of your haze, and you refocus on his eyes and scoot a little closer, so that now your noses are almost touching. 

“you can trust me. i won’t hurt you,” you reassure him one last time before planting a gentle kiss on his lips. you hear his breath hitch. gosh.

your movements are slow, patient and soft. the last thing you’d want is to scare him. 

as you undo his pants (the ones he was originally wearing. you washed them after the crash. the fabric is weird and the clasp is some smart unusual shape you’d never seen before), he shifts in place and jerks his hips nervously. this is the first time you see him blush, and it’s an even prettier look than his regular state because the tips of his pointy ears and his cheeks change to a deep violet color. 

chan’s hot to the touch too, and if you didn’t know it’s his natural body temperature, you’d think he's running a fever incompatible with life. his skin is literally burning up which, in contrast with its cold color, makes your brain shortcircuit and buffer every time you feel him.

he’s not wearing any underwear, just his strangely tailored pants, and when you cover his cock with your palm, you gasp out of surprise at what it feels like. 

it’s different. it’s definitely different. 

the shape is closer to a tentacle than a regular cylinder length. it’s twitchy and almost.. alive. flexible and extremely responsive to every brush of your hand.

under a little dark blue tip it’s slightly ribbed and bumpy, hardened but still feels like flesh. 

the antennae on his head begin to tremble, and chan’s breath quickens in a matter of seconds. you both glance at each other confused but with a distinct spark of interest. it’s new to both of you but something nudges you two to keep going. 

you slowly slide onto the floor and get on your knees in front of him, pushing his legs apart and situating yourself comfortably while his cock is out, on full display. sensitive and starting to leak some sort of thick and sticky slick from its slit. 

“a-aah—what-” chan stumbles over his own words, clearly too heated and disoriented to be speaking a language he’d only just learned. 

“sh-h, it’s okay. i’ll touch, and you’ll feel good” you whisper as you lightly squeeze the base of his length, trying to pump him up and down and coat him with his own precum. 

at this point, you’re done fighting your curiosity, so you lick at the head of his cock to taste it, and it takes you aback. it’s… not salty. in fact, it’s the opposite, and reminds you of something close to burnt sugar. kind of sweet, but rich, deep, heavy and with a pinch of something you can’t quite name. 

you take the entire tip into your mouth and suck on it, creating a little vacuum pull with your cheeks, to which chan jolts and almost coughs on his own suppressed moan. 

"do you want me to continue or do you want me to stop?" you ask to make sure.

"no—not stop... continue. please?" he shakes his head and furrows his eyebrows, still flushed with purple hued blush. 

he doesn’t need to ask twice. it’s all the confirmation you need, so you begin to suck again, bobbing your head and trying to take him in deeper each time. he fills your mouth nice and full, hot like gentle lava and textured like a dream come true.

you can only wonder how good and stimulating it must feel against your cunt, if it feels this good against the insides of your cheeks. 

chan’s cock twitches and pulsates for you, its tip pressing against the back of your throat and the roof of your mouth as if it’s also exploring you. as if chan wants to feel up your mouth, map it out with his sensitive part and push into you some more, mutually test how far he can go. 

at some point, you’re not even sure who’s fucking who. because as you grow more confident and properly sink down on him with your mouth, chan’s playing with you back, whether he's even aware he's doing it or not—you can't really tell. his heavy length presses on your tongue which makes more saliva drip down your chin. he rubs against the velvety insides of your cheeks and pushes at them with his curious tip.  one thrust he forces himself in too far, and you gag on it with a lewd sound that makes your own cunt clench.

the little bumps on his cock feel even more prominent now, almost massaging your lower lip with each push inside your mouth, with each slide down your tongue into your throat. somehow, even though you were the one starting it, you no longer feel much in control, now relaxing your jaw and mindlessly allowing chan to use and study you.

chan fully melts into the couch and lets himself get vocal, still tugs at the fabric of the sofa with his fingers as his antennae go limp and frizzy from new overwhelming sensations. 

a release catches both of you off guard as his cock shoots a fat warm load right down your throat. you barely manage to swallow it in time, and it feels similar to drinking hot honey milk in one gulp, only slightly thicker and silkier. 

his tentacle-y length falls onto his exposed stomach with an obscene wet slap, and chan tries to look down at you, his eyes unfocused and drunk-like. 

“did it feel good?” you whisper, hoarse and raspy, licking your lips and swallowing once again. 

“yes—feel good... good,” he replies with a nod, visibly spent and still out of it. 

the image makes you chuckle and smile proudly. 

“do again?” chan asks with a tint of hope. 

“what, right now?!” 

“no, no. no now. do again later?”

you snort and tilt your head to the side, eyeing him and, once again, thinking about how cute he is in his blissful unawareness and inexperience. 

“sure.” 

[jmdbjk]

Jimin's exhibit: The Truth Untold, in New York City.

My first glimpse of NYC:

We calculated carefully and figured we had time to spare to get to our 7:30 p.m. reservation at Antoya... but we didn't take into consideration New York traffic from LaGuardia. A trip that should have taken about 30 minutes ate up 2 hours of time but finally, we made our way into Manhattan.

Our hotel was one street over from the Empire State Building and in Koreatown. When we made the hotel reservations, we were unaware of that fact. Thanks, Universe!

We made it to Antoya just in time. I had requested the special table and they acknowledged that but it’s on the third floor which is usually for large parties or special events. In any case they weren’t seating any one on the third floor at the time but they happily chatted about Jimin and Jungkook being finished with their military service while showing us to our table on the second floor. The food was delicious and service was fast and efficient.

Then we hit Koreatown and had a taste of tanghulu, mochi donuts and Tous les Jours, the South Korean cafe chain. Highly recommend the egg tarts (Not pictured).

We shopped at the little shops and at the Korean Market.

The next day we headed to Lower Manhattan and the Financial District.

We were early so we wandered around, got some coffee, looked for bagels but didn't find any.

FINALLY, we entered Jimin's exhibit. We all received our gifts and I promptly confiscated all the photocards.

My traveling companions are not Army but they were very interested in everything in the exhibit so I happily explained what everything was. Any excuse to talk about Jimin, right? Jimin's handwritten notes impressed them (I love his English handwriting). My companions also were impressed with the Set Me Free Pt. 2 MV that played on a wall opposite this one covered in photos of Jimin in one of the small rooms. The photos were huge and amazing. All of them.

The main thing I wanted to see and the whole point of this trip were Jimin's clothes. The fabrics of the suits I touched (yes I know, DO NOT TOUCH! but I did anyway), the fabrics were very fine and supple. I'm assuming wool. The leathers so soft. My traveling companion suggested I sniff the clothes. So I did. She really gets me, you know? They smelled fresh from the dry cleaners and not like Jimin's sweat. Oh well. Jimin probably doesn't stink anyway. Of course he doesn't, what am I even saying? ANYWAY.

I stood next to one of the mannequins standing on the floor and was able to tell that, with shoes on, Jimin would tower over me. Judging the size of the jackets, he is bigger in the body than I thought he'd be. Tall and lanky. And yes, his waist is very small.

I was particularly interested in the leather jacket from the Who MV. I can't believe I saw that with my own eyeballs. And Jimin had it on his body and danced in it. And I touched it...the jacket I mean. Don't tell anybody.

Some other visitors and I were tempted to sit in (mannequin) Jimin's lap here but we abided by the rules.

All of his awards were so cool to see! The MAMA award is a very impressive little trophy. Of course the Billboard award was front and center.

The Hybe staff were lovely. The female staff were stunningly gorgeous women.

It was a small exhibit but I'm so happy I was able to see it. The messages left by Armys in the previous weeks were wonderful to see. We were not able to leave a message. At least I didn't see where we could.

Next up was Times Square. What a hot mess. BUT! I saw the Times Square TSX stage where Jungkook performed and wow it is much closer to the street than I thought it would be. ITS SO CLOSE.

Popped into the Line Friends store: couldn't find anything I wanted. I was disappointed.

We moved on to Rockefeller Center and witnessed a wedding of all things, happening in the middle of everyone out on the plaza. Then we went to the end of the block to St. Patrick's Cathedral where they were just finishing up another wedding while tourists streamed in from off the street. It was weird. But what a beautiful church.

The next day was The Museum of Natural History and then into Central Park. The Museum of Natural History has great bones. Ha. Lots of them. Lots and lots and lots. Bones everywhere. Yes, this is the same museum in the movie Night at the Museum. All the critters were in their displays waiting for night time.

The day was getting kinda hot for a stroll through Central Park but we did it anyway because damn, I'm not going all the way to NYC and not go to Central Park.

From one end to the other, we exited Central Park and headed to the Tiffany Landmark store a few blocks away.

The 20-story high stack of Louis Vuitton trunks was surprising:

The Tiffany Landmark store was gorgeous and the people there were so incredibly nice. And ugh, yes, that is a Tiffany's box in that pic with Jimin's photocards. Yes, I splurged. The HardWear collection micro link bracelet jumped out at me from the glass case and begged me to take it home. So I did. Willpower. What's that?

That wasn't on my bingo card but here we are. I will cherish it forever.

Things we ate other than the aforementioned Korean food and snacks: Joe's Pizza. Liberty Bagels. Dim sum. The hoity-toity-est meal we had was lunch at the Museum of Nat History. Go figure. I had a tuna sandwich (not made with canned tuna) and a purple flower lemonade. Fan-cehhh. (that's smartass for fancy).

Other things we saw: Ground Zero. Incidentally, Spotify's offices are right there. We saw the Statue of Liberty from Battery Park and the Brooklyn Bridge when we headed back to our hotel. I have so many more photos of Jimin's exhibit and the trip overall but only so many photos are allowed in a post here on Tumblr.

Things we did not get to see: Grand Central Station. The inside of Macy's Herald Square even though we stayed right across the street from it. We had important business.... SORRY. We didn't see the charging bull statue at the New York Stock Exchange either. We couldn't find the thing.

But the numbers were numbering for this trip: Level 7 was where I parked my car at the airport. Row 7 was my seat on the plane. Our rooms were on the 13th floor at the hotel. Sadly, I did not get room 1310. I don't think there were that many rooms on the floor anyway. But I could have had 1306! Oh well.

Other takeaways from this trip: Taxi drivers and NYC traffic is no joke. I recommend Uber all the way. You can even get the same taxi you hail off the street for half the cost through Uber. We ventured down to the subway but it is too complicated and risky for noob first-timers especially when you have to be somewhere on time. But if you are there for a length of time it would be well worth learning how to use it because it's less than $3 USD per ride.

Uber Eats was quick and convenient. We were very tired Saturday evening and our Joe's Pizza arrived in 15 minutes after ordering. I don't know how they did that so quickly.

And then it was time to head home on my airplane, airplane....everyday above the clouds.... are those otters!?

No! It's a squirrel!

Or is it Koya?

I was never good at cloud shapes. I think I see Shooky back there...and RJ...definitely it's RJ...

[nogodsinfoxholes]

OK, thanks for not snapping at me. oh, well, i landed there because i was in agreement with the rest of your post and i thought this was an interesting statement because i keep seeing this statement but not much explanation behind it. i guess my only personal issue is sometimes i'm concerned that "it hurt someone's feelings/made them uncomfortable" is easily utilized for hateful rhetoric and propaganda, especially when it's online and it initially can be very difficult to tell if who said what is a genuine person from that minority or not.

maybe i'm not good at approaching a topic, i tend to come with hard hitting, highly critical and skeptical questions the more i want input. this process works for me, and often leads to me changing my mind because i come away with a better, deeper critical understanding of the topic at hand. i'm really like, not great at tone and i have schizoid personality disorder along with autism so i can misunderstand what's happening and then i don't really feel like... i don't really respond to external socialization or learn from it the way other people do, even other autistics.

i actually don't disagree non-binary people face different challenges and even discrimination from binary people, but to me they are trans, but regardless of that, even if you didn't define it that way, i think exorsexist makes sense for non-binary individuals, i was really more at a loss why intersex people are included, because then i'm not entirely sure what the term even means to begin with...? if intersex people are included, then it's not exclusively about non-binary people. it kind of feels like conflating being intersex with a gender identity to me, which is where my confusion is arising from what exactly this term means. i felt like if i understood this more then i'd understand more why it was rude and hurtful.

"You can't be a tomboy anymore because 'they' (trans people?? The government who hates trans people??) force tomboys to transition to men" "Butches transition because they're insecure about their womanhood, trans men aren't really a thing."

Meanwhile every tomboy, butch or gnc woman I've talked to: "Nobody accepts how I present myself as a woman, so they (largely cis people) constantly try to feminise me and make assumptive statements about my gender. I'm perfectly happy being a woman and largely face no pressure to become a man from the trans community or otherwise, focus is instead on rejecting my masculinity entirely to be a 'real woman'."

Guess who I'm going to believe.

[diabolicalevil]

Which Primarchs would beg during a break up?

inspired by @ladyoflucky 's post thank youu for letting me do this

https://www.tumblr.com/ladyoflucky/787103199830081536?source=share

Lion El'johnson: highly unlikely. he would keep up an arrogant front to the bitter end of the break up. but in private he is a disaster, especially stuck on anger and depression of the stages of grief. in the 6 months he'll magically start appearing around you again

Fulgrim: oh my god, he's begging, he's crying. it's embarrassing. bar, I don't know, a war council infront of the emperor there is no place he wouldn't get on his knees and proclaim his love. he will stop at nothing to get his lover back

Perturabo: absolutely not. very stone faced the whole time but as soon as you leave he is flipping tables and destroying anything he made for you. very petulant man!

Jaghatai Khan: one of the more normal ones. by that I mean no, but he would ask why and ask you to stay. ultimately he is accepting of you moving on and he will too

Leman Russ: no, he's also too proud and quite rude during the break up. extremely torn up over it though, cause let's be honest he probably did something that warranted this. within time he'll calm down and maybe try to re-enter your life. if this is successful you'll get the full "baby baby please take me back baby baby please" (space wolves as back up singers included!)

Rogal Dorn: kind of paralysed the entire break up but obviously distraught. mere hours later after realising that by "over" you mean over he's knocking on your door and tripping over himself to make amends. he's expressive as a piece of paper but he folds like one too

Konrad Curze: You Will Not Be Breaking Up With Him. Sit Back Down.

Sanguinius: yeah,,, somehow more embarrassing than fulgrim. he looks like the world is crashing down on him. not many on this list would truly get on their knees and cry and grovel but he would and he'd mean every word of it

Ferrus Manus: no but he's hanging on by a thread internally. he immediately goes to self loathing and while he does understand and accept your answer every bone in his body is telling him to start begging for forgiveness

Angron: no :( he's sad about it too. he thinks this was inevitable and once the initial anger subsidies the misery is all consuming. but he probably couldn't bring himself to face you again

Roboute Guilliman: hes being very sensible about it in the moment., but perhaps a few days later he sees something that reminds me of you and it punches him in the dick SO hard. immediately launches a campaign to win you back so intense it might as well be begging

Mortarion: no, probably not. like angron hates himself and thinks this would have always happened but his anger manifests outwardly. days later he understands he blew it for good resigns himself to the lonely life he imagined before you

Magnus: yeah, I think so. not much begging in the moment but if that fails, he'll start doing a little bit of dream invasion privacy. pleading with you to take him back in your dream and if that too fails, he would consider altering your mind to a more favourable opinion of him

Horus Lupercal: yes but not in a screaming crying kinda way. he's on his knees but only to meet your eyes and speak to you on your level. waxing poetics about how you're the only respite from his never ending list of expectations and how every moment has brought him nothing but peace. asks for one final chance to make it right

Lorgar Aurelian: oh my god. oh my God. he's not just on his knees his head is on the floor, he would kiss your feet if not for the fact he wouldn't deign touch the divine without permission. his begging starts getting jumbled with scripture as he starts to believe this is divine punishment

Vulkan: if you're breaking up with him something out of both of your control has gone terribly wrong. from the bottom of his heart understands but he can't help but kneel infront of you and ask to embrace one last time if nothing else

Corvus Corax: no, but he understands and perhaps a part of him expected it. you're far too different to have stayed together long. he still vows to never let harm come to you

Alpharius/Omegon: another firm you are not breaking up with them. however if you did somehow get such a silly idea nothing is off the table to make you stay. if it's begging you want, then they beg. if all else fails diva ur going in the dungeonn

sorry if this is a bit dramatic but im truly of the opinion that astartes and primarchs experience emotion and sensations far more intensely than humans do. don't got shit to back it up but that's my opinion

[solarstranger]

CHAPTER 1 | I HOPE YOU SEE (RIGHT THROUGH ME)

w.c. 1.2k

tags. minors dni. fem!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged-up (23), some cussing (it's not bakugou's internal monologue if there aren't any), suicide-related deaths (see series synopsis for more details), discussions of suicide, canon-typical descriptions of violence

a/n. welcome to another series by yours truly!!!! i know i still have that body swap one in the queue, and while i am planning on working on that, this series' premise just spoke to me and i was emboldened to write it as soon as i could. i'm writing this as i go, though, so the posting schedule is likely gonna be erratic, but i promise i'll try to write this consistently. anyway, i'd absolutely love to hear what you think throughout the process, so please don't be a stranger and talk to me!

links. masterlist, ao3

Somehow, he’s wound up in the emergency room of Musutafu’s highly renowned Central Hospital.

Which, if he had the energy left to really think about it, is not particularly an unusual occurrence. He’s been here—and other similar hospitals—enough to have a general blueprint of the corridors etched in his mind, as well as the basic rules they shared and protocols that were strictly followed. Stuff like how phone calls are prohibited, fatigued doctors specializing in emergency medicine are perpetually present, and how—for a place supposedly and rightfully dubbed with the ‘emergency’ title—the staff sure don’t seem to have a whole lot of sense of urgency.

Although he supposes he’d rather have that than be in a room teeming with frantic energy. Maybe they’re doing it on purpose, actually, for the sake of the patients who get rolled in.

Except right now, he was not a patient.

He was technically not a guardian, either, though the disheveled-looking middle-aged man blatantly staring at him from a few rows up front is most definitely thinking otherwise.

Well, then.

Acutely aware of the unwanted attention, Bakugou shifts uncomfortably in his seat, wincing ever so slightly when the connected metal chairs to his right creak loudly with the motion. It doesn’t help that he’s still in his hero clothes—although he’s aware there’s no point in mulling over it now; after all, he didn’t exactly have the time to do a costume change with all the shit that went down.

Not that he’s exactly sure what that ‘shit’ even was.

It all happened too fast.

One minute, he was walking down his regular patrol route down Shizuoka’s famous tallest bridge—cursing the unbearable summer heat and the dehydration-induced headaches that it brought with it; the next, he was jumping off of it.

He even boosted himself with his quirk to aid gravity in his free fall, but to no avail.

Your body had already collided with the ground by the time he could grab your wrist.

The moments that passed after that are even more of a blur now. He doesn’t know how he did it, but after what seemed like an eternity of merely staring at your limp, bloody body, Bakugou was able to pull out his phone and call 119. The medics arrived shortly after, maybe in a span of five minutes, but to him it felt like more.

It took everything within him not to just haul your body and propel you to the nearest hospital.

Because if someone died under his watch…

“Mr. Dynamight?”

Bakugou startles, looking up from where he was blankly staring at his intertwined, scarred hands. At the sight of a white coat-clad woman, the pro-hero immediately stands up, nodding, turning to face the brunette with his full attention.

“Hi,” the doctor greets, “It’s come to my understanding that you’re the one who called in regarding Patient—” she trails off, looking down at her clipboard to double-check, before saying your name in a question. “Is that right?”

“Yes,” Bakugou rasps roughly, before clearing his throat and trying again. “Uh, yes, doc.”

The doctor nods. “Were you on patrol when you found her?”

Close, the voice in Bakugou’s head retorts without missing a beat. I saw her fucking jump.

Instead of saying all that out loud, however, the ash-blonde only nods wordlessly.

The woman hums. “Okay, then. Well, her parents are still on the way here, and normally we’d let them know first, but given the nature of your involvement and your occupation, I might as well inform you.”

Instantly, Bakugou finds himself bracing for what’s next.

The doctor presses her lips in a thin line.

“I’m sorry,” she starts, shaking her head solemnly. “She didn’t make it.”

Dead on arrival.

You were dead on arrival.

At least, that’s what the doctors told him when he pressed them for more. He couldn’t tell if they were hesitant about divulging further information about you aside from the basics or just simply in the dark themselves, seeing as how they only had your wallet that they found on your person to go from. Either way, Bakugou decided it didn’t matter as soon as an older couple burst through the doors of the emergency room—a good half hour later—whom he immediately identified as your parents.

Needless to say, he hightailed it out of there.

The last thing he needed was to be the unfortunate bearer of bad news, or worse, be recognized as the reason why their daughter is currently lying lifeless in one of the hospital’s private rooms.

After that, he couldn’t remember much of his actions, only that he somehow decided to head to the agency. The entire flight down to his office, he stuck his good ear out for any signs of ringing from his phone, which surprisingly—or unsurprisingly—didn’t come.

Which makes sense.

He’s heard stories before. Exchanged in hushed whispers back in the UA dormitory, and uttered in low voices in the agencies he worked at as a sidekick. About how suicide cases in the country are criminally underreported—not just because of the stigma surrounding the act, but because the police allegedly make it a point to conceal such cases, away from the media’s prying eyes and before it gets blown out of proportion by the public.

Hakamada told him it was most likely to prevent the occurrence of suicide clusters, to which Bakugou scoffed instinctively, granting him a reprimanding look from his mentor.

But really, could anyone blame him?

The idea seemed stupid then.

If he killed himself for whatever reason, he sure didn’t want his death to be treated as some sort of curse, talked about only when people think no one’s watching.

There’s nothing more pitiful than fading away without leaving a single trace, after all.

But now, as he sits in the quiet dark of his agency’s office—the building silent if not for the gentle whirring of his air conditioner—Bakugou finds himself oddly grateful.

Because…

Because.

He wouldn’t know what he’d do if he had to face the press about what just happened.

He’s not sure how long he sat spaced out in his office, but by the time he’s inserting his lone copy of his key into the door knob, it’s already two hours past midnight, and the exhaustion from the day’s events has finally made itself known in the form of muscle aches and a throbbing migraine.

Bakugou doesn’t try to fight the sigh of relief that wracks his body the second he hears the lock click, his movements automatic as he pushes the door open with his side, left hand reaching out in the dark until it lands on and presses against the switch.

As if on cue, light floods the living room slash kitchen of Bakugou’s apartment unit, a sight so mundanely familiar that he doesn’t even blink at first.

Just—drags his aching feet towards the foyer where he toes off his sneakers and drops his duffel bag, which he swears he’ll collect the first thing tomorrow morning.

But then that’s when it happens.

Bakugou barely catches it—the movement at the corner of his eye—but he does.

And when he does—glance to look at it—he blanches.

Because sitting on his sofa is no other than a ghost.

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[alicethenobody]

List of DMC media newer fans can check out outside of the main games!

(Will be separating canon and non canon media)

Canon:

The most obvious one would be the Madhouse anime, which takes place between 1 and 2. Its 100% canon except for Morrison’s appearance being retconned.

The 1, 2, 4, and 5 novels: These are actually quite lore important and I highly suggest reading them as they delve much deeper into the characters, especially Dante, than the games do. We learn about Dante’s life after the fire, Nero’s childhood, how Nero met Nico, and so much more!

DMC3 manga: A prequel to DMC3, shows Dante’s life after his Tony Redgrave days and what Lady was up to before DMC3. We even see Dante and Vergil’s first meeting since they were kids and why Dante holds so much animosity towards him in 3.

Drama CDs: Now this gets tricky because these haven’t been fully translated into English, however there’s a really good Spanish translation for Spanish speakers. Running it through translate is another option. I can’t seem to find the JP transcript unfortunately. But these are canon, written by Bingo, and explain things like why Dante stopped working with Enzo or why Devil Never Cry went back to being DMC. Plus why Trish left DMC for a while and many other things.

Visions of V: A manga centered around V that retells parts of DMC5 from V/Vergil’s perspective and dives into Vergil’s psychologically even more than the games.

Non canon or questionably canon (aka crossover games)

Shin Megami Tensei Nocturne: Dante is a minor character in the game’s story. His appearance here most likely isn’t canon but his appearance is fun and you can even recruit him into your party. Also, ever wanted to know how a demon feels being hunted by Dante? This is the game for you!

Project X Zone: In this game, Dante and Lady interact with many other Capcom characters and their personalities are on point. There’s many funny and wholesome exchanges. We also see the elusive post 3 but pre 1 Dante and Lady, something rarely depicted.

Project X Zone 2: Same as PXZ1 but no Lady this time unfortunately but featuring Dante pre DMC1 and DMC3 Vergil. Some weird time travel stuff happens. If you want silly and angsty Sparda bros interactions, this game is for you.

Viewtiful Joe: Another game by Kamiya himself. Dante and Trish appear in this game as playable characters and we get many humorous moments, such as the implication that in that universe DMC2 Dante is an imposter.

Marvel vs Capcom: Dante, Vergil, and Trish are playable in some of these games. Also, in MvC Infinite’s story Dante has some awesome character moments I highly recommend checking out the cutecenes for that.

Punishing Gray Raven: A very recent collab. This is notable for being the closest we have to post 5 Dante and Vergil interactions. While canonicity is questionable, the characterization is on point IMO and still gives a good idea of how the twins would likely interact post 5.

[dimitriblunt]

the more we find out about amphoreus, the more i raise suspicion about anaxa's eidolon names.

more specifically, eidolons 1, 2, 5, and 6.

it wouldn't be incredibly far-fetched either, considering major lore drops regarding the main story have been revealed in characters' eidolons before (aka misha)

so...

anaxa eidolon names analysis post - connecting them to the lore of amphoreus and theorizing anaxa's role

read more under cut! this will be quite a lengthy post, and it deals with some spoilers/leaks (?) (since i'm posting this right before 3.4).

star-concealing moon's magician

as we know, amphoreus is hidden away from the rest of the cosmos - not even akivili could reach it before they had disappeared. the only way we were able to locate it was with the help of black swan, due to multiple presences to that of emanators marking their significance in the garden of recollection's mirror (which is why it drew the garden's attention)

before amphoreus was amphoreus, it was originally an emperor's scepter from the second mechanical emperor war that managed to go undetected, leading it to transform into amphoreus. it's not even a planet, it's merely a transformed doomsday scepter.

what is a scepter? scepters were created by rubert II during the second mechanical emperor war - they imitate nous, the aeon of erudition, meaning they literally have a similar livelihood of an aeon. scepters are said to be as large as planets - the scepter that amphoreus has evolved upon is being used as something akin to an incubator for an unknown lord ravager's birth, explained by herta and screwllum at the end of 3.3. considering lord ravagers are emanators of nanook, this is likely one of the reasons it managed to be detected by the garden's mirror - however, there is multiple presences equal to that of emanators on amphoreus.

scepters cannot question lifeforms, as rubert II's goal was to push ALL beings to being perfect, while pushing them under his control. this is (somewhat) different from rubert I's goal during the first mechanical emperor's war; rubert I's goal was to eliminate all organic lifeforms, as he viewed them as full of errors, leading him to create the anti-organic equation and anti-organic mind virus, which would gain him the recognition of nous themself, making rubert I the 27th member of the genius society.

i highly recommend learning all the mechanical emperor war lore, seeing as it's finally making its relevance through the main story. all simulated universe expansions happen in chronological order; swarm disaster happened first in the timeline, then gold and gears, then unknowable domain. and if you didn't know, nanook is younger than ALL of these events. they ascended to aeonhood from adlivun, a planet that had been affected by the swarm disaster and BOTH mechanical wars caused by rubert I and rubert II - akivili had visited that planet because of the damage it had been dealt from the events mentioned previously.

anaxa is a su variant. there are so many parallels and similarities between them that i wouldn't even be able to fit all the DESIGN similarities with them in separate images due to tumblr dot com's limit. that's not even including their lore/story parallels.

why do i mention this? because we're going back to the second key manhua again. (which focuses on su)

during su and kevin's fight within the seed of sumeru, su activates the first power of the second key, which would sink the bubble universe down into the sea of quanta, effectively sealing away him and kevin for A Long Time.

however, kevin senses that the portal isn't completely open yet, so he readies the judgment of shamash to destroy it before it does.

su, in all his savior complex glory, steps between the tree and kevin, using his own body as an obstacle kevin would have to get through first. he knew full well he was no match for kevin, yet was still willing to give up his life in order for stigma to not be initiated.

right before it hits su, kevin freezes the judgment of shamash - so he wouldn't kill him. (THEY MAKE ME SO INCREDIBLY ILL. you can't deny that they love each other in some way or another..... sorry back on topic now those were my kevsuisms slipping through)

kevin grabs su and throws him out of the bubble universe, so it would only be him sinking into the sea of quanta and not su as well. he had told su to continue with valuka; observing parallel universes.

taking all this into consideration and the fact that this is honkai, it's entirely possible that anaxa had something to do with the concealing of amphoreus - some inverted horizon hsr equivalent.

it's been considered that erudition and remembrance are what is hiding amphoreus from the rest of the cosmos, which can bring us back to the bug theory, leading us to cyrene and anaxa - cyrene who is an elysia variant and anaxa who is a su variant. two people who play major roles alongside kevin in hi3's story; phainon being a kevin variant. (his real name is even khaslana. ((which. i laughed. why is there an H)) you can't deny he's a kevin variant)

amphoreus being an incubator, a simulation in which a new lord ravager emerges from... it always begins with erudition (the undetected scepter) and ends with destruction (lord ravagers), with remembrance looming over head.

su, despite hating sacrifice, IS self-sacrificial. anaxa, too, is SO self-sacrificial.

star concealing moon; if anaxa is the star, and phainon is the sun set to die and the moon set to rise, then the star shields them. a moon at the center, with the stars around them to protect them.

true history's natural person

anaxa is the only one amongst the chrysos heirs with a name based on a real person; anaxagoras, a greek philosopher, who was known to have created the concept of nous.

the rest of the chrysos heirs have names based on/taken inspiration from greek mythology or derived from greek or latin words (e.g. castorice and pollux deriving from the ancient greek deities castor and pollux, aglaea taken from one of the three charities goddesses, cifera being the latin word for cipher)

i find this particularly eyebrow-raising considering the name of this eidolon, the fact that we have nous, the aeon of erudition, the concept of nous being founded by the real-life anaxagoras, and anaxa naming his school "nousporists", along with the fact that erudition itself is intricately linked to amphoreus as one of its three paths.

along with that, we also have the theory that anaxa could possibly be zandar one kuwabara, aka the founder and first member of the genius society and the creator and emanator of nous, the aeon erudition.

zandar founded the cosmos tree theory; in this theory, he proposes that different and various worlds exist within different timelines in space through the imaginary tree. however, only aeons that draw their power from the imaginary and emanators who are blessed by said aeons are able to travel through the branches. through the imaginary tree, these worlds and spaces are connected.

zandar's status is unknown currently - we do not know whether he is alive or deceased. with the anaxa-zandar theory, it's theorized that zandar could have possibly traversed through one of the imaginary tree branches, leading to amphoreus, not knowing it would soon break off of the main body - thus his consciousness either merged with anaxa's or he reincarnated as anaxa, losing all memory of who he was previously... except for nous.

considering anaxa named his school the "nousporists," and while it's very likely, it could do with the concept of nous created by the real-life anaxagoras, since the concpet of nous explains the princples of mind and intellect that set the universe into motion, and nousporism is the study of souls... there is still a possibility of the "nous" part coming from nous, the aeon of erudition, as perhaps he remembered his creation. not to mention the name zandar being of greek origin.

in 3.2, anaxa's entire arc in the story was him uncovering the fundamental cycle system of amphoreus, and how in each cycle, the chrysos heirs of the previous era reincarnate into the titans of the present era. his objective was proven correct with the help of castorice, whom he helped her with her own objective as well.

HOWEVER. unlike any of the other chrysos heirs who we've seen thus far, anaxa is one of the only ones whose lore/backstory is NOT directly explained through the main story. we actually hardly know anything personal about him other than "yeah, he had a sister and mentor who are both now deceased and also really likes dromases."

the way his character stories are written, they're all told in forms of media that are on the verge of being lost or destroyed. and because so many disdain him, there are very few people who have actually come to understand him As Him, and not the fool or blasphemer he's labeled to be.

we didn't even get a glimpse of his sister, unlike with other chrysos heirs like mydei, tribios, or hyacine who we DID see relatives and their stories from in the main quests. his mentor only appeared once or twice in flashbacks as well.

embryo beyond the centrifugal spiral

amphoreus is a giant incubator. a birthing ground.

what is an embryo? the early development stage of a multicellular organism. this stage comes before the fetus.

and what does centrifugal mean? it basically means moving away from the center of something.

embryo beyond the centrifugal spiral. hopefully you already have a hunch as to where im going with this.

first, let's go back to the mechanical emperor war, someone who played a vital part in ending BOTH of the wars: polka kakamond.

she killed both ruberts with just her scalpel, ending both wars and making one of nous' said three prophecies (which have all already happened) come true - the end of rubert I.

polka targets and kills people who are close to the borders of the circle of knowledge; the circle of knowledge is a concept that bases someone's knowledge and likens it to a circle. the greater the knowledge someone has, the bigger the circle is - there exists unknowns beyond this.

polka believes that expanding the circle will eventually lead to the finality when the universe meets its end, thus why she's killed fellow genius society members and gained the name the "lord of silence".

taking the concept of the circle of knowledge, if we were to liken the spiral in anaxa's eidolon name to a circle of knowledge, and anaxa as the embryo - then he's beyond the borders already.

and guess what? we're once again going back to the second key manhua.

at the end of the second key manhua, we see su die physically within the bubble universe, and then end up in a void space with a giant chess board and an unknown voice talking to him.

like i have mentioned multiple times before, anaxa is a su variant.

within anaxa's gameplay animations, his ultimate not only shows us a giant tree (which could possibly be a callback to the seed of sumeru OR a reference to the imaginary tree), but also a blue void-space very similar looking to the one su ended up in.

along with that, his body is practically a void. he has the star shaped blue-void in his chest and a void in where his left eye used to be.

and we know this wasn't always the case with his body, considering he's drawn blood from himself multiple times for his alchemical research and conducted that alchemy experiment in which he removed and sacrificed his left eye to be able to see his sister for one last time. with the new BP lightcone coming in 3.4, we clearly see the blood dripping down his arm as he puts pressure on his eye socket.

anaxa is beyond the circle already, much like how su had discovered that "that place" truly did exist.

all things are within everything

remembrance and erudition, the concept of nous, the study of souls and alchemy. to save a memory inside a lightcone with memoria and the process of alchemy, to anaxa, is to basically tamper with memoria.

another parallel with su, anaxa's e6 looks similar to when su had cradled a leaf to his chest in his last moments - that leaf contained the memories of him and kevin in their high school days. plus, his body is cracking, which could indicate that he's dying - like su was.

what he's cradling in his e6 is unknown; however, i'm thinking it's something similar to the leaves within the seed of sumeru.

in 3.2, before anaxa rips the reason coreflame out of his chest and dies, he talks with the others and says his goodbyes.

most notably with phainon, who he says he'll find a way to retrieve his memories of his past life in the next era (when they're all titans), and that even if he couldn't, he would count on phainon to remember it for him and tell him. phainon promises him to lead everyone to their reunion in the next life.

"all things are within everything"; perhaps that golden light he's holding contains his memories or the truth of amphoreus, taking into account my theory of him already being beyond the circle boundaries.

to make another connection between them, su had only died PHYSICALLY.

in the morning starlight event, day 6, anaxa is one of the featured characters you're able to use. the stage effect for this makes the characters enter a state called "feigned death."

what does feigned mean? simulate or pretend.

a false death, in this context.

"but that's just an event mechanic!" true, but it wouldn't be the first time hoyo has dropped lore hints and spoilers within events of all places.

so it raises the question for me, did anaxa die only physically, within the simulation?

[falafels]

Partaking in WIP Wednesday!!

I don’t actually know what that means but anyway here are all of my aftg fic ideas that I either have in progress (material document) or in the incubation stage (intangible string of concepts that sometimes flashbang me in the mind while i’m out)

-Seeing Double: Nicky POV with some snippets or stories from when he became the twins’ guardian. this one i have actually posted a chapter of over on ao3 and chapter 2 still in progress but aaron threatens to kill himself to a customer on his first day ever having a job and andrew punches a hole in a load bearing wall so he can use it as a climbing foothold to reach the rum and chocolate nicky keeps on top of the cupboard

-Leave tonight or live and die this way: Mary Hatford story!! so named for tracy chapman fast car because i love tracy chapman fast car. follows mary from about 6 months after she and nathan got married, lore on inner circle, lola malcolm bashing, nathan wesninski playing jump rope with the line between diva and deranged (hints of Lestat if im being quite honest), mary believing herself to be the sole brain cell possessor while in fact having 30% custody of it at best, and french bashing.

-kevin post psu fic where he moves to boston for his pro team and doesn’t know anyone, gets hammered at the first bar he finds and it turns out to be a college bar near harvard and there’s a trivia night going on. even face down on the bar kevin still grumbles corrections and someone there is highly amused by this so insists he join their team. and they like him so he’s invited to their library study session that week too. and kevin likes them so he goes along to it and realises they’re all harvard nerds and don’t have a clue who he is. and he makes actual friends based on something other than exy, but they all think he’s also a student and he doesn’t correct them. eventually they’re at a bar for a trivia night kevin couldn’t make and see a tv on and an interview of some sports thing and one of them squints and is like holdup. is that KEVIN?? scared of mice, sends emails to authors about typos in their books, probably needs glasses, drinks milk by itself KEVIN? anyway yeah don’t know what to call that one or do with it but i will get to it

-another kevin post psu idea, this time by a few years. again it’s just me inventing friends for kevin. so this one is he gets traded across pro teams (as happens) and it wasn’t that he particularly likes where he was before or who he was with, but he knew the city and he knew the deal, even if his teammates didn’t really like him. anyway, he gets traded across the country and swapped with another player, maybe a USC graduate or at least someone who would have fit in there. and that person reaches out to him to see how he’s settling in or adjusting or any of that, which is very nice but kevin would usually give the fine thanks 👍 or ignore, but he’s drunk and alone enough that he responds and calls them back. and they end up on the phone for hours. that seems to be the last of it and kevin is like ok one (1) person knows i am Cringe and i Feel but we’ll never speak again it’s fine it’s fine until the person checks in again the next week and kevin finds that it’s actually quite nice to have someone know you a little bit and genuinely care how you are, and they talk more about the transfer and kevin tries to impart wisdom about the city he was in (bookstores here and here, gyms here and here but don’t go to that one it’s shit, they sell good smoothies on fifth but don’t walk back down west ave. or you end up in a sea of high schoolers ditching and they are so so mean). and maybe eventually there’s some kind of pro exy event they’re both at and they get to hang out? epilogue where they’re traded to the same team? idk this is again just indulgent that i want kevin to have a friend

-Renee fic! untitled but it’ll probably be an ethel cain lyric when i find one suitable. one of the people incarcerated following the trial against the gang she grew up in is released on parole, disappears, and suddenly three little girls turn up dead. and she knows it’s him, of course it is, but nobody seems to be doing anything. and he’ll be working his way over to her, she’s part of the reason he went to prison, but he’ll kill a path there. so renee sets aside her crucifix necklace and decides to kill him first. god’s sword arm? or a matter of hunting? she doesn’t like to think of it as either, but she leaves palmetto with her knives and a look on her face nobody but andrew has seen before, calmly assures them she’ll be back in a few weeks at most, and dives headfirst. it’s like one of those moments where you hit the water so hard you think you’ll never breathe again, and it slows down a bit, and something changes. after grappling with the ‘healed way to kill someone’, renee gives herself more and more permissions to shift back into natalie shields behaviours, but catches herself before she catches the guy. she recognises that she’s doing that formulaically, but that ultimately what she’s trying to achieve here doesn’t actually conflict with any one of her values, and when she kills him it’s with a bible in her rucksack and a sparkly purple cat charm on her keys. idk a lot of the specifics of that might change but i chew on renee a lot and i think we all should.

-aforementioned jerejean au where jean is a firefighter and jeremy is at the seminary training to be a priest. not quite fleabag shit because i could never do that to jean, but very unlikely and somehow working. jeremy im giving you religious problems because i think they would suit you. jean im giving you being hot and sweaty and saving people because im a pervert. also something i like there about first responder/last responder. and how that’s kind of what each of them need? jeremy is the final breath and the calm reassurance, but there’s something in him that wants to run and scream and yell and have the stakes be as high as they can, be able to do something with an instant material result. jean is always under the most pressure he possibly can be, trying to keep everyone alive, and sometimes secretly wants a moment of quiet that he doesn’t think he deserves and would feel horribly guilty if he got. anyway jean being vaguely amused by closet adrenaline junkie trainee priest and jeremy fascinated by the tall french firefighter who refuses to forgive himself for being alive.

and i think that’s all of them for now!! my notes app is just this with various scenes and lines that i want to put in each one but would need to write 6 chapters to get to. bummer ANYWAY if you made it this far i am sorry and ily and i hope u have a great day <3

[majaloveschris]

Hey Maja,

You’re level headed, I mean that in the most respectful way. 😅

But I had to flip the situation so to speak and really ask myself hmmm what if we’re all wrong about this being PR, like what if to Chris it looks completely different. He is just a guy from Boston who happened to get famous due to talent. He’s done pr in the past yes and seemed to be authentic.

But just like life people change. Chris was never Steve Rogers, Chris is just a guy like many of people’s exes. What if he decided to do things differently and this is who he chose regardless of how it looks. Maybe he wanted to keep his fandom and image and that’s why it’s so PR looking like he’s playing the Hollywood game, but also working to help establish his wife. I just had to the look at another pov and like Lisa may indeed have accidentally liked something, it happens. Celebs are human and you don’t think they get tired of random strangers talking shit to them or stalking friends and family, you don’t think they’d see how invested online strangers are and try to play with people just to stay relevant and also just because.

Chris is simply living his life like the rest of us and Hollywood dressed him up and he’s played along, but now he’s trying to manage that plus his private life to another celebrity that doesn’t align to the image he held for so long and it’s just coming off as so badly business and fandom wise, but to him he just thought he was smarter and thought oh if I share her online people will love her, maybe he didn’t know she trolled or didn’t care if she did. Chris doesn’t know any of us to care. We assume these celebrities actually give a damn about this fandom shit, but they probably don’t.

People lie, he speaks in interviews that goes to BILLIONS of people so I don’t expect him to tell personal stuff too much more either especially these days, people are crazy. But to the fandoms limited view they see every video dissect every move to mean more that what it actually is.

I just wonder if this has spiraled and eventually we do unfortunately learn that Chris was an image while the real Chris Evans is simply human and this is real and the life he chose to live, just him and not to uphold some fake image, but he’s forced to keep playing that role as well.

If this doesn’t end by Summer or before their next anniversary, I do hope many people start really questioning reality. It’s easy to get caught up in parisocial relationships with celebs and not even know it.

Hi, thank you so much! I think it’s already crossed everyone’s mind at least once that what if this whole thing is real? And I don’t think this thought is bad; I think narrow-mindedly thinking this can’t be anything but fake is much worse, because then you will start misunderstanding everything that comes out and think everything proves something, or your point, which is not true.

Chris has never been and never will be Steve Rogers, and I don’t remember him ever stating the opposite. I never really understood why people thought in the first place that he is like him or can ever be. He is a fictional character after all, and as you said, he is just a guy, filled with flaws like all of us.

But let’s talk a bit about the theory you wrote down: what if this is real, but he is, on purpose, trying to make it look like it was PR? First of all, that would be extremely disrespectful towards his wife. If he decided to marry her, then go ahead and show her off. If he’s actually been doing that, he just made everything worse, because after a while people will realize that he was lying and playing them, and oh, that’s gonna be another shitshow. Because him playing people to make them think it’s not real and doing this just to save himself because he chose a not-so-good person as his wife is even worse than this being real. And while I don’t like Alba at all, that would be really humiliating for her as well. However, I find it highly impossible that this would be the case. I don’t think he is that bad of a human being, and you can clearly see in his body language that their relationship isn’t any more caring and loving behind closed doors as well. I mean, for example, when the NYC pap walk came out, and that random girl uploaded that video where they were seen as well, you could’ve seen how they act when they think they aren’t being recorded.

Lisa’s like, It could’ve been an accident, but considering that she didn’t really interact with her or anything like that, maybe only after this whole thing came out, says a lot, especially when you can see that she is still supportive of Minka, for example.I think these people care about what people say more than you would imagine. Half of the things that are being said and done wouldn’t have been if they didn’t care. Because of this whole whatever-ship, his career took a hit, not even a small one. People unfollowing, fans leaving after decades. His team noticed that; he noticed that. Celebs love saying that they don’t care, but they do, more than you would imagine.

Fans obviously care more than any random person who comes across an interview of his. While I agree that some things are being blown out of proportion, I do think that we can’t deny the inconsistency of their relationship. Even if it’s real, it’s clear they want to sell a love story that most likely never existed.

I do agree that after a while we need to let this story go, even if it turns out to be not real in the end. It’s funny because will we ever actually get to know what this was? Probably not. Even if this ends one day, we will never actually know the truth. But after a while everyone will get tired of this and move on with their life. They either will „accept” her presence in his life, try to forget that she exists, or leave the fandom. Either way, I hope everyone will do what’s best for their mental health because this isn’t worth yours, that’s for sure.

[miiuswn]

All yours.

warnings: 18+, smut, , pet names, unprotected sex, harsh words, orgasms, dirty talk, slapping, f receiving (let me know if i missed any ^^) WC: 504

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It was currently 3:45AM and you and your boyfriend were still wide awake. Meanwhile you were Just thinking about how hot and sexy your boyfriend would look underneath you right now. Just the smell of his cologne was enough to turn you on, him being completely naked only covered by his boxers next to you wasn’t making it any better. The more you kept thinking of it the hotter your body got. It was unbearable, you craved him more than ever.

“Stop eye fucking me” said niki with a light chuckle. “mm don’t think so highly of yourself, just thinking” “whats on your mind baby?” Niki wasn’t just any regular soft guy, he was the type to take control and man handle you every time in bed. “Just thinking about how good you would feel inside me” slightly raising his eyebrows he replied “mmm oh yea..? How about we make that happen” knowing your boyfriend he was probably as eager as you were. you instantly crawled into the bed hungrily on top of him kissing him like there was no tomorrow. “Slow down baby..” niki let out as he whimpered. The more his hands touched you the wetter you got, and you didn’t waste any time taking off every piece of clothe attached to both of you. “Mmghh..” you let out a soft moan as you sunk down on his dick. “f-fuck baby, craving me this much huh..? What a dirty slut” he claimed as he gripped your waist. “uh-huh.. only for you” you said as you were panting heavily practically moaning every time you opened your mouth. “mm.. you feel so tight and wet..im gonna.. cu-cum” every second felt heavenly, bouncing up and down rapidly not wanting to stop. “Mmgh.. dont you fucking dare..” as you let out the loudest moan, almost sounding pornographic it was hard for niki not to cum all deep inside you. “F-fuck..” he couldn’t take it anymore. he let out the loudest moan as he cummed all over your throbbing pussy. “what did i say mmhuh??.. not to cum til i told you so” you slap his face leaving a red mark, he was obedient. Not because he was scared, but because of how into it he was, And he wasn’t gonna leave you unfinished. He pulled you down placing you flat on your back as he started leaving soft kitten licks on your clit which got even faster as you were close to having an orgasm. “Holy shit… niki…” arching your back every time he placed his warm tongue on every spot that triggered you, pulling his hair throughly. “Right there..im so close..” your breathing started to quicken, the faster you came. Making a sticky mess all over his face. “Uh..huh, bossing me around yet im the one finishing you off this good” he says while he moves his fingers tracing your boobs. “Round 2?” He suggests with a slight smirk on his face. And you knew he would keep you up all night long. Without stopping.

[academia-dearden]

Green Arrow story arc in which an industrial catastrophe is about to decimate the city (think like highly poisonous, worse than chloride gas, people will die and they will die screaming if this thing touches them) and through comics shenanigans Ollie and Mia find the beating heart of the city from beneath the veil or something and it's a literal star, like it's a ball of beautiful blue light that's a fragment of starlight and someone warns them not to get closer because it's dangerous but they don't listen because "I'm not worried. I know her" and Star can tell how much Ollie and Mia love the city and she gives them temporary powers to help them save the city and Ollie is like, running and jumping from the sky at superhuman speed and hearing the voices of the people in the city and he takes down the bad guys using that. He's hoping that by making them give him the info of what chemicals they've used they'll be able to figure out medicine that helps mitigate the damage and cure people.

However, this proves unnecessary as meanwhile Mia stays behind with the star for longer because "I know what I have to do" and then she has a scene where she's absolutely glowing in blue light and levitates over the city and pushes the toxic cloud back and contains it with the sheer intensity of her determination and love for the city.

And then she floats back to the people and heals all the first responders who got hurt by the cloud by pushing the light into them. After she's healed the last one, the light fades and she faints, exhausted. She wakes up a day later unharmed and she and Ollie hug in joy after learning that the city is really safe. She later explains to Connor (who was away on a mission) what happened and he asks if the powers are really gone and Mia says yes, but that however she still feels the city's warmth in her chest and has faith that if she ever needs the city's strength to save her again, it'll be there.

[lllunaverde]

𝐘𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 | 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

"I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way." Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf

DEFAULT TAGS: BYI / BYR❕I WRITE AND SUPPORT DARK CONTENT, THIS WORK IS NOT DARK, THIS TAG IS ONLY A WARNING TO NOT DISAPPOINT IF YOU DON'T LIKE SUCH OR AN ANTI || anyone is welcome to read my works but all my y/n / readers are afab, fat / plus size / chubby and of color, always. whether it's heavily described in my works or not.

CW: 1.5k words. fluff. light smut

NOTES: continuation of inevitability of nature

©lllunaverde, january 2024

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Nanami would have never thought himself to be....needy. But there he is, each time his class ends, he makes you stay, always catching your arm before you could step away from his vicinity.

Burying himself in your embrace, at this point everyone in his class knew that you and him were a thing and how fucking glad you were none of them didn't give a fuck enough for a drama to happen. Shit, if anything, there's always that one student who's always the last before you to leave the room, whichver of them—locks the room for you both. Lucky enough that you were on good terms with them and that Nanami is a respectable and highly regard of a professor after all.

"You have a vacant time right now, come with me to my office," he says, his voice deep on your neck as he holds you tight.

A little and quiet laugh you make while you caress his hair, emitting a low groan from him. "I need to use my vacant time to continue writing my paper." That was almost a lie. You wanted nothing more than to indulge him and even more yourself, but you know you couldn't spoil yourself too much, at least it was a little backup for your pride that you try to keep.

Nanami was beginning to be known of it and he's found it rather endearing. He nuzzles his face on your neck, always liking the way your head lolled against his with your shaking breath leaving you. "You have more than enough days to finish your paper. I'm just asking for an hour or two, angel."

It wasn't that hard for your resolve to crack early when it comes to him. Perhaps that's how it is anyways—love. Even when it's not there yet. It's there.

Still, you try for now. "You talk of an hour or two as if you don't hate wasting time nor you like working past your shift." You remarked playfully.

And how could he not find you even more endearing whenever you manage to make the man break a smirk or even a smile. A soft breath of little laugh escapes him, you found to crave the shivers that comes with being covered with his presence. "For you, angel, for you." He mutters softly before trailing his lips on your neck to your chin, your supple cheeks and to your forehead. "And you could never waste my time."

How could you keep your resolve?

"Alright." That word was the reason you found yourself sitting on your professor's lap in his office. While he rests back heavily on his chair, his eyes closed, as your skirt is bunched up to your waist, his pants just on his knees. Enjoying how good you were for him as you take his cock so well, buried deep in you to warm him up.

Eased you were on him, all the goodness of your weight rest heavy on him, but it was taking all of your restraint to not chase the itch you were aching to burn in your core. Trying to focus on the cold of the room instead of the heat beginning to get thick between you two, sweat rolling down on your skins, the pounding of your heart. Trying to mute it all away as you slowly slid up your grasping palms on his arms to his biceps, wrinkling his dress shirt as you fists on them.

"This is torture, you know." You breathe, having couldn't bear it.

A low rumble thrums from Nanami's chest, his eyes opening slowly to look at you. "One which I enjoy truly." A little tug of his lips showing as he says. While he begins to slid his hands beneath your shirt and gently fondle your fat tummy, the sheet of sweat wetting his skin.

You inhale a hiss softly from the feel of his big hands fondling you against the burning goodness in your cunt swallowing his cock deeply. "I can see that." You hardly spoke. You couldn't find the push to even glare at him.

Nanami laughs a little, keeping his eyes on you. "Angel." He spoke then, breathing it out softly as he grazes his knuckles on your cheek and you lolled against it, your eyes closing for a moment—before you gently hold that wrist of his, opening his closed hand and nestled your cheek onto his palm.

His eyes almost shines. His breath flowing in deep in his mouth.

A reminiscing moment flashes fleetingly in his memories.

"So," Gojo hisses with a low laugh, gently swirling his glass of alcohol. Geto rolls his eyes as he chugs his own, already knowing where the first conversation of their night will lead. "You wanna tell us about her?" He lightly grins.

It has been a month of you and him being together, though with the two of his trusted friends have known of it—nothing has been said from Nanami himself. With the exception of the said best friends or more so lovers gossiping to themselves about it, of course. And not that Nanami didn't know about it anyway.

"What's there to tell about?" Nanami responds simply. He wasn't about to tell them how he's been always wanting and needing of you. The gallery in his phone filled with the pictures you send him randomly, images of your smiles, many of trivial things you come across in your day, and many of him that ones which you take of. The many sections of his wallet tucked with coupons and receipts from the cafes and bakeries you two go to. Each and every pieces he finds and come across has him reminding of you whenever. That it's been difficult to keep himself from smiling to only the thought of you.

It's been difficult to keep it difficult.

Geto laughs as his stubborn lover scowled at Nanami, no doubt that his piercing blue eyes were glaring behind his glasses against Nanami's ever calm ones. Geto pours himself another shot of their bottle of alcohol before speaking up then. "Humor him, Kento. He's been nothing but a pester to me about the subject." He tells, ever amused. "Though of course I'm not saying I ain't curious as well nor it hasn't been entertaining me."

Nanami only tuts his head aside, almost rolling his eyes, not at all surprised about it. His eyes reflects through his glasses against the thick crystallized rock that was filled with scotch, still untouched. It would only make the burn in his heart more hurtful.

It's addicting.

Yet indeed—what is there to say? It seems that it wasn't only his friends he's been avoiding of speaking about his situation.

He was....brave enough to let himself say yes in the beginning, though the more he delve in farther—of course, the remnants of his....fear was still there and surfacing every now and then. But who wouldn't be having needles tearing their seams as they sail through uncharted waters?

As suave he is, Nanami downs his drink. The lovers wait for him to speak with a knowing and fond smile. The coldness of the drink did nothing against the scorch of its essence, and more so your being etched in him. It drags so heavy in his mind. Every fiber, down to the littlest of nerves. It's so good.

Nanami looks down at his now empty glass, tightening his fingers around it as he sees them tremble. The burn in his throat there as he speaks. "She's....the one." God, even his lips were shaky. "She's her. Everything."

He laid down his glass on the table, exhaling gently as deeply from his mouth—the weight in his chest not changing nonetheless. And when he sits back, looking to his friends again, the silence with the three of them so heard; Gojo and Geto had such loving smiles on their faces.

Nanami uncontrollably laughs a breathless smile as he looks down. He was blinding. Ever in awe they were; Gojo had remove his glasses, letting his bared eyes admire his friend, with Geto sliding his palm up on his mouth, tears threatening to seep from the revelation.

They were so happy.

And he still is if not even so much more. Never mind the heated situation you were both in the moment. Nanami, with his other hand from your stomach slowly went to him and up to his chest, all while he held your other and laid it upon his chest.

Your eyes opened when he does, the pound of his heart hitting against your palm, echoing against your own. When you looked at his eyes, you almost gasped—the fingers laying on his chest suddenly twitching. Every little thing, he catches.

Such things he never thought he'd be doing, much less feel—yet there he is; declaring what he was beginning to yearn for. Offering his heart. "For you" You could have cried right then and there. "If you'll have me." He murmured, tangling your fingers together while he keeps you feeling his heart beat.

And with your tears spilling out after all, there comes yourself surrending to the currents.

If you'd have daydreamt of this kind of moment before, you would have laughed in the absurdity of it all.

And you were, but not alone. There you were laughing in breathless tears with him, basking in the love you were both making of your bodies in his office.

Nanami stays in his paradise.

[seaoreos]

Hey, you!

Do you enjoy clangen? Are you autistic about genetics, evolution, and adaptations?

Do you also maybe want to start one of those clangen blogs or comics, or something like them?

Then I have the game for you! That’s right, baby. This is a Niche: a genetics survival game recruitment post.

I have been DEEPLY autistic about this game for years, so now you have to be too. I have over 200 hours in it.

It’s almost like a hybrid of spore and clangen- you breed and evolve your group of creatures (nichelings), explore different environments and adaptations, endure different kinds of weather, gather or hunt for food, and fend off predators.

It has both more and less control than clangen does, especially if you want to write a story based off of your playthrough.

It has more control over your individual creatures actions, relationships, genetics, appearance and breeding.

It has less control over your environment, predators and weather, but that depends on how much you mess with the sandbox settings.

There’s also a ‘mutation menu’ so you can make a specific creature’s offspring more likely to mutate certain genetic traits. You can start with all of them unlocked, or progressively unlock them as you go along.

(And there’s a huge family tree as well, to keep track of your creatures relations.)

The sandbox settings give you control over:

-What does or doesn’t spawn, from predators and other animals, to rocks and grass

-damage and healing multipliers

-the genes and appearance of the creatures you start with. Hand-pick every one, or have them as many as you like set to random!

-the island you start on, from grasslands, to swamps, savannas, mountains and archipelagos, to a little bit of everything, or even on the back of a giant whale!

-how many days your creatures different life stages last, for how long they’re helpless babies, teens, or adults. You can make your creatures live for just a few days, or hundreds.

-you can set ‘win conditions’ for challenges,

-and turn on a blind gene mode where you cannot see individual creatures genetics.

-a tribe size limit, so you can only have so many creatures

-and how much food and nesting material you start with as well!

The creatures are mostly dog-like, but there are cat features you can exclusively/mostly use as well. (Which is called ‘purr snout’, and when a creature purrs, any other creatures directly next to them will heal from any damage they have over the next few days. It’s fucking awesome)

Or, you can just creatively interpret their in-game designs however you like!

They have a lot of varying features- here’s some of my favorite nichelings from my own games.

The game has its own randomly-assigned names, but you can change them at any time. 

(And you can also change the color of the gems on their chest as well, which represent how many ‘moves’ each creature has left.)

You control every one of your nichelings, so you can creatively interpret and create their personalities and relationships as much as you like, but random things still happen throughout the world as well.

There’s also a main ‘story mode’ aside from the sandbox, which is pretty fun too. (And also acts as a comprehensive tutorial.)

The game is 18 dollars on steam, but it’s been around for awhile, so it probably goes on sale often enough? I have no idea. I could run it without issues on my shitty old laptop, even in the poor thing’s final years, so you don’t need a really good computer to play it.

If you want to watch someone play it first, I highly recommend ’Seri! Pixel biologist!’. She has done a BUNCH of different playthoughts and challenges, from when the game was in super early access all the way up until its full release, and afterwards. 

She also loves warrior cats, and builds a lot of story into her games. Here’s the playlist for her story mode play-through!

Also, if anyone does start a niche-based comic or something. PLEAAASE tell me I wanna seee it!!!!! :o)) thank you for your time goodbye

[cheerleaderman]

Iris Valor

Twst - The Mortal potion (Hercules)

Template by @/ai-kan1

An Expressive person who seems to have not lost their childhood wonder with this and his intelligence helping create interesting inventions. Being taken in by S.T.Y.X at a young age they have grown close to the Shrouds seeing them as his own family but life before S.T.Y.X is something they rarely talk about.

Iris is a mischievous one and considered bit of an odd ball of Ignihyde due to being way more social than others in the drom. Despite that Iris is someone with survivors guilt due to what happened to his family and doesn’t feel like he can really talk about private matters given that his main form of communication is his tablet. Living in S.T.Y.X they think someone could hack into his tablet or could take whatever he wrote down. This makes him have trouble explaining negative emotions

Highly observant paired with his good memory makes him excel with book smarts but street smarts are pretty lacking.

Iris is mute so he communicates from a tablet, writing or sign language (In the game sense the voice would be coming out of the tablet, what he’s thinking/signing, If Iris is writing the other person will be reading what he wrote)

Basic info

Age: 17

He/ they

Height: 166 cm

Birthday: November 14

Voice claim: Eng- Shikanoin Heizou -Genshin impact JP- Manjiro sano - Tokyo revengers

Hometown: Island of Woe

Class: 2-D

Dominant hand: Left

Nickname: Axolotl(Floyd) | Monsieur observateur (Rook) | super villain (Idia) | Rainbow/rain (Friends)| Ortho only calls him just by his first name | Ivy (Ms. Shroud / Elara ) | PinkPoisonBubs - Username | short cake- Fallon

Favorite food: Burgers, Ube Cheesecake, slushies, mini waffle cones filled with chocolate

Like/hobbies: tinkering with machines , mystery/stealth games, collecting items (Favs fun earrings,stickers, figurines ), lab coats, sheep, trying new things

Dislike: Needles, sour candy, broccoli,

Family: Travis ( Father-Deceased ) , Violet ( Mother- ????), Shroud Family

Best subject: Ancient Magic

Talent: Deciphering Ancient text, typing/writing quickly without making mistakes

Club: Film research 

Unique magic: Every Last Drop

Can drain the life energy out of any living thing he touches. When in use Iris will see a bottle slowly draining than represents how much energy is left in that person. Once it’s completely empty the person will die but If Not even if there’s a single drop left said person will feel extremely tired and weak depending how much was drained recovery is also dependent on this.If Iris is upset he can speed up the process.

Iris hasn’t used their UM since he was 8

Extra info

Very much so jack of all trades loving to learn new things.

Iris always has some kind of snacks on them which Floyd will probably take if in the mood

Knows many languages and learned Ancient magic/Text from his mother before her disappearance

One of his friends is from Pomefiore is named Yvonne and she basically just claimed them on site. She does his nails using them as a guinea pig for new designs but Iris likes them so doesn’t really care as long as she keeps them short.

Started taking an interest in machines while look at some of Idia’s old blue prints and was given some of the unfinished or failed projects to tinker with. When Ms. Shroud learned about this she hoped on the opportunity to teach them more.

Their table was broken by people in an attempt to bully them during his first year and Iris got incredibly sad because the Shroud parents gifted it to him for getting into NRC. The others were pissed hearing what had happened but first they repaired the table with a bunch of new upgrades.

Has met Og!Ortho and was pretty confused when Idia presented humanoid Ortho. Honestly he was pretty terrified at first but Elara told him that the Ortho were 2 different people.

Iris isn’t afraid of needles just because of what happened to his father but also getting blood taken from him

Listens in to gossip but not one to go around saying things.

Fallon is like his non official girlfriend ( everyone thinks they’re already dating)

Backstory

Iris was born into a similar research organization like S.T.Y.X. His father was teacher for the other kids and his mother studied in ancient magic.

When Iris was 5 he developed his unique magic while holding a plant seeing some kind of bottle that was draining. When the plant ultimately whittled away he was devastated crying to his parents about what happened. They were shocked and did their best to help Iris understand his magic given that their both magic less. During that time Iris caught the interest of the doctor who is in a different part of the facility offering to study Iris abilities. The parents refused getting a weird feeling from said doctor.

Over the next 3 years the doctor would send people to hover around Iris. The random staff trying to get to know him. They would also unfortunately use the fact Iris is mute to not be able to yell for help. This started to make them grow more and more scared of leaving their parents side. During that time their mother disappeared after going on a work trip leaving just Iris and his dad.

Travis’ Death

A bit after Iris mother’s disappearance , Travis decided to speed that it was time for him and Iris to leave. The doctor was going to do anything to take his son. But the doctor had to plan too.

When they were leaving Iris saw a figure

The doctor stabbed his father with some needle and tried to drag him away. He used his unique magic, he had to get away from that man. Iris just wanted to weaken the man but from the distress he didn’t pay attention to the bottle draining quickly. Once the doctor let go he ran back to his father

With his father what ever the doctor injected into had his dad in pain. They tried to get to the place where they needed to go but Father couldn’t make it. The pain was unbearable , he was coughing up blood and he couldn’t move anymore so Iris used his unique magic to see if his dad could survive. The bottle was less than half full and was draining without Iris even doing anything.

“ It’s not your fault Iris” his father said struggling to embrace his son. “ remember none of this happened because of you, you’re the most precious person to us”. As the bottle kept draining Iris decided to use he UM so that his father wouldn’t have to die in pain.

S.T.Y.X

On the day they were planning to leave S.T.Y.X came as they found disturbing evidence that was happening. During this Iris was found crying clutching on to his father.

The Staff couldn’t get through to Iris mainly due to rough way he was bought there and getting his stuff taken. He refused to do anything crying over his family until Mrs. Shroud came back due to her reminding him of his mother Iris slowly started to communicate.

Fortunately she gave back most of his possessions

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[rhinestonelady]

Yeah those are not solid arguments. I'm a byler and I hope for them to happen, but I just don't see how they would realistically.

1. There has been hints will was gay since at least season 1, this part is true. But it has not been confirmed he was in love with mike until s4 and mike's reciprocity has not been built up at all so far in an active display. Sure, you could argue there are hints, but they're really up for interpretation and therefore not actual evidence.

So the 1st point is untrue. Also, if byler had been in their minds all along, why did they actively make it a part of will's arc from season 3 onwards, but not mike's ? since they'd both be battling the same thing : internalized homophobia in a prejudiced world. Why not set up this story sooner instead, for example in s4 to go along with mileven starting to fall apart ?

2. Yeah mileven was built up in a season, but consider that the show was only meant to be one season long at that point. They were characters whose character arc had a beginning and an end. For Byler to make sense, they have to exist coherently in the context of the four seasons worth of character building that came before. Having mike have a sexual epiphany would seem sudden and incoherent, especially knowing that will has had his sexuality been hinted at from the very beginning. And so I ask the same question: if Byler is real, why not set it up before in order to make it organically grow on screen?

Because as it currently is, Byler happening in the span of a few episodes would entail all of the following: for mike to realize that he doesn't love el anymore (likely), for them to break up (likely), for mike to realize he likes men, for mike to realize he likes will, for him to accept that fact in a few episodes (when will was given one season and still hasn't come to terms with it) and confess to will. That seems a lot, especially in the middle of a war, and knowing absolutely no actual storytelling has been dedicated to that arc so far, so it would have to dig deep in mike's character and take up a LOT of screen time. Which...

3. ...for the amount of character we follow and the complexity of the story, I don't think 8 episodes is that long, really.

I'm not saying building Byler from scratch in one season is impossible, but I'm saying it's highly unlikely and would require a lot of time dedicated to it in order to make sense and not be half-baked. Why would they wait for the last season to introduce a whole new character arc and relationship dynamic, when they could've set them up sooner?

I really hope I'm wrong and they surprise me with a masterpiece of storytelling, but... I don't just don't see it.

i hateeee whenever people are like “i can see byler but they have no time to build them up! there’s only one season left!” like.

1. they have been building up byler since season 1.

2. if you say this then ship mileven… what are we doing, cus that was built up in one season. like they kissed in the first season, but you don’t see a problem with that? or like—so many other ships were “built up” in one season

3. are we forgetting that we’re getting eight movie length episodes. like these episodes are long as shit. if you’re able to watch a movie and get an entire story from start to finish, including romance, action, etc etc, you can do that with season 5. like, let’s say that byler is going to be “built up” in this one season… that’s like 8 movies.

like it’s just not a strong/good argument at all for as why byler can’t happen. we already are halfway canon. will canonically likes mike, and we got that confirmed within one season. why is it such a stretch to say they can’t do the same for mike?