#(<- the fear of large objects btw)

[the-crow-binary]

Not to be megalophobic, but. What the fuck is wrong with the creators of the bagger 293. What the fuck is wrong with the creators of those big ass boats that can hold thousands of people in them.

Just. Why would you built stuff so big like that I am CRYING. IT'S HORRIFYING. STOP.

[dingus11111]

‼️HOTTIE ALERT‼️

BORO SMUT <3

Includes: Sub!Bottom!Male reader, Dom!Top!Boro, Sadist!Boro, Masochist!Reader, CIA!Reader, bondage, sexual torture, nipple play, edging, BLOOD, choking, videotaping, butt plugs, impact play, CBT, subspace, biting, knife play, use of “sir” for Boro, and probably more shit.

DUB-CON/NON-CON

FEM/FEM ALIGNED DNI!!!!

VERY FUCKING LONG FIC BTW!!!

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SMACK!

A loud slap echoed the darkly lit, dingy, concrete room.

Your face was red and slightly swollen. You were half naked with your shirt off, but your pants and boxers were still on. You had a blindfold on, and couldn’t see anything.

Your breath hitched as a large hand grasped your cheeks and forced your face to lift up to face the man doing this to you.

“I’ll ask you again… What is your real name, and who are you working with?”

Your mouth wasn’t gagged, so you took this chance to show him that you would never tell him. You gathered as much spit in your mouth as you could manage and spat on his face, hoping you had hit him with it.

Unfortunately, you did hit him.. DIRECTLY in the face. This made him angry. REALLY angry.

He growled in aggravation before stepping back to think about his next move.

After a minute or so, he took off your blindfold. As the blindfold fell to the floor, you looked up at your captor. The well known Boro Polonia had you tied up to a chair and at his mercy.

He quickly grabbed a gag from the table next to him, and put it on you.

“You’re cute for an traitor. Since you didn’t answer my questions, I believe I’ll have to use… harsher… methods.” Boro smirked softly.

You raised a brow, curious as to what he meant. That curiosity was wiped off of your face as he punched your jaw to knock you out. Everything went black and your body went limp.

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Your eyes flickered open. You felt cold. Too cold. A shiver ran through your body before you really started to take in your surroundings.

Your hands were chained to the ceiling, and you were stripped naked.

You began to feverishly look around and thrash at your confines. A cry for help escaped your lips, but it was muffled due to the gag in your mouth.

After a minute or more of struggling, you heard footsteps. Your eyes darted to the person who had entered the room.

It was Boro.

He approached you agonizingly slow, allowing you to take in the fact that his eyes were on your body.

You began to struggle again, screaming against the gag.

Boro chuckled at your anger and fear. His hand caressed your torso, starting at your sternum and making his way down to your lower abdomen. Your breath hitched as his hand got dangerously close to your flaccid dick.

He looked down and then back up at your face, a smug grin painted on his.

“Now, let’s begin…” He strode over to a table next to where you were confined and grabbed something.

The room was too dimly lit for you to tell what it was. As he leisurely strolled back to his spot before he moved, you noticed multiple objects in his hand. You shook your head in objection and began to wiggle again.

“Shut up!” He yelled as he slapped you across the face hard. A muffled groan fell from your lips. A small amount of what felt like electricity rushed to your penis.

“Good..” Boro continued.

He began to show off the items that were in his hand.

“A whip to pry information out of you… A sounding rod for later, and lastly..” He smiled.

“A knife.” His eyes burned holes into your body, causing the slightest blush to appear on your cheeks.

Your cock was now half hard and Boro liked that. He smirked, enjoying seeing you like this, and even starting to grow hard himself.

After a minute or so of him peering at your body, he stepped back and put two of the three items down on the table. The object remaining in his grasp was none other than the whip.

“I’m going to remove your gag, and you will tell me what you know. If you do not comply, I will hurt you until you do.” Boro announced with a straight face.

He walked up to you and removed your gag. Spit dripped out of your mouth due to being gagged for so long.

You noticed that the whip in his hand was not a normal whip. It was a type that was designed for torture and could even kill you in severe cases. It had metal beads at the end that were followed by some knots as well. You shivered slightly.

“Tell me what you know.” He said coldly.

You glared at him before speaking.

“Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you anything.”

His brow furrowed.

“So be it.” He muttered.

CRACK!

The first lash of the whip ran diagonally across your torso, leaving a deep-ish gash. Blood trickled from the wound, staining the concrete floor below you. You were paralyzed in shock. Nothing could come out of your mouth. Not a single sound. Tears welled up in your eyes from the pain.

WUH-PSHH!

Another lash. Another wound across your torso. The pain was immense, and for some reason.. your cock was fully hard. The pain of the whip and the shame of being hard mixed together causing your mind to spiral. You couldn’t tell him what he wanted to know, yet you wanted this to stop. To stop your shame. Your pain. Your pleasure that felt wrong to feel. Tears trickled down your face and your mouth opened.

“Please stop… no more! I- I’ll tell you what you want to know…”

You closed your eyes in guilt. You were betraying the CIA.

Boro paced up to you and looked down and your hard dick.

“Hmm.. It seems that, deep down, you want me to keep going.” He snickered.

You shook your head rapidly, clearly signaling that you didn’t want to be whipped again.

“I’ll tell you what you want to know.. just please no more whipping.” You cried.

Boro smiled at this.

“Go on. Tell me.”

You nodded. ‘I’m sorry everybody.’ You thought.

“My name is M/N L/N.. and I work for the CIA.”

Boro looked extremely pleased as you said this.

“Good boy…” He praised as he brought one of his hands over your whip lashes.

You winced in pain, yet your cock twitched and leaked a bead of precum. He noticed this and chuckled.

“You like the pain, don’t you M/N?” He teased as he brought his finger tips down your dick and lightly touched the tip.

A soft moan escaped your lips as he did so. He grinned and began to stroke you.

“Fuck.. Ngh…” You gasped out.

“I think you deserve a reward for betraying your colleagues.” Boro suggested.

He then stopped stroking your dick and stepped to the left of you. On the wall, there was a lever that caused the chains confining you to suspend you slightly. He pulled the lever and that caused you to fall to the ground. You groaned slightly. He walked over to you and unshackled your hands. He quickly pulled out some handcuffs and cuffed your hands together.

“Good.. Now, time for your reward.” A sweet, but slightly menacing smile appeared on his face.

“Kneel.” Boro ordered.

You obeyed, not wanting to be whipped again. Your eyes widened when you realized what he was doing. He unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his pants. There was a massive bulge in his boxers. Your breathing got faster as you eyed his clothed cock.

He pulled over a chair that was close to him. He took off his boxers before sitting down. His cock was huge. He was about 8 inches and girthy. He noticed the surprise in your eyes and laughed.

“You know what to do, M/N.”

A smirk was painted on his face as you attempted to crawl to get closer to him. Your hands were cuffed behind your back. You breathed shakily before licking the underside from the base to the tip. You then began to kiss and lick at the tip. A groan escaped Boro’s lips. As you started to bob your head up and down on his length, you brought your hands up to stroke what you couldn’t suck. He didn’t like this and growled. He tapped your cheek a few times and you stopped sucking. Once he had your attention, he spoke.

“Ah ah ah.. No hands.” He nodded in acceptance as you continued to suck him off, this time with no hands.

Eventually, he wanted to feel more of your throat, but you wouldn’t go any further. He tangled a hand into your hair, and gripped it. He pushed down on your head so that you took him all the way to the base. Your nose was shoved into his trimmed pubic hair. You moaned softly. Boro smirked and continued to face fuck you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you gagged here and there. After a few minutes, you learned to relax your throat and breathe through your nose. A loud groan left Boro’s mouth as he had came into your mouth. He didn’t pull his dick out of your throat.

“Swallow all of it. You will take what I give you with appreciation for it.”

You swallowed all of his cum. The salty and bitter taste staying on your tongue, but for some reason, you wanted more.

Once he was satisfied, he pulled his cock out of your mouth. He was still half hard. You looked up at him, waiting for his next move.

He got up and stripped himself of his remaining clothes; that being his shirt. You blushed hard as you saw his defined biceps and toned abs.

“Get up.”

You obeyed. Once you were up, he nudged you over to the table that had numerous…devices… on it. He pushed them away and laid you on it. After he made sure that you were secure on the table, he grabbed a camera he pushed out of the way before. He set it up on a stand behind you so that when your face hung off the table, it would catch your face. And not just that, it would get EVERYTHING.

Boro walked back to his spot beforehand and smiled.

“Hello.” He greeted the camera.

“As you can see, I have one of your agents here.”

As you heard those words, you flushed in embarrassment. He was going to send this video to the CIA. The camera could see your body. Your hard cock. Your blushing face.

“For every minute that you do not rescue him, I will test his limits. I will push past them and ultimately break them.”

As he finished his sentence, you cried out. He had suddenly pushed his dick inside of you without any prep or lube whatsoever. You wanted to cover your mouth and stop the moans spilling from it, but your hands were handcuffed behind your back.

You moaned in both pain and pleasure as he began to thrust in and out.

“I don’t know.. I don’t think you should rescue him. He seems to be enjoying this.” Boro snickered.

His hands held your thighs apart and pushed them back as he fucked you in a standing missionary position.

“Aaahh… fuck.. Boro!~” You couldn’t help but moan his name.

He smirked at this.

“He’s really enjoying this.” He said to the camera.

Suddenly, he pulled out, and flipped you so that you were bent over the table. You looked confused as he did this.

“Wha-“ You were cut off as he thrusted back inside of you harshly.

He pounded into you, and the camera caught all of your faces of ecstasy. Your eyes rolled back as he hit your prostate.

It felt so fucking good for being so fucking wrong.

You started to go into subspace. Only being able to focus on the pleasure. His large dick and the way it felt inside of you. Drool seeped from your open mouth.

SMACK

He spanked you hard. This immediately woke you up from your trance. Your cock twitched from the pain.

“We’re going try something fun, okay?” He chuckled.

You couldn’t see behind you as he picked up a knife that was moved to the side and a sounding rod. He was nice enough to lube up the sounding rod before putting it against your tip. Your eyes widened as you realized what it was.

“W-wait!!” You begged.

He disregarded your please for mercy as he shoved it into your urethra in one go. You screamed in pain, only the slightest bit of pleasure filling the back of your head.

You breathed heavily, thinking it was over as he began to fuck you again. Boy, were you wrong…

Remember the knife he picked up? Well, he’s gonna use it.

As he continued to plow into your tight ass, he brought the knife up to your lower back.

“Want me to make you mine, baby?” He asked quietly so that the camera wouldn’t pick up the noise.

You nodded, thinking he would cum inside of your or something among the lines.

He grinned maliciously as he slowly began to carve the name “Boro,” into your lower back.

“FUCK!” You screamed in agony.

Tears of pure pain streamed down your face. It hurt so fucking bad, but something about it had you feeling just a smidge closer to your orgasm.

You breathed heavily with occasional whimpers and moans echoing from your exhausted body.

Boro felt himself getting close as well. The knot in your stomach grew as you realized that you had a sounding rod in your dick. You took it upon yourself to beg.

“Please, sir.. Please let me cum!” You begged him.

“You may cum once I have finished.” He responded.

A small gasp left his lips, signaling his upcoming orgasm.

After a few more thrusts, he pushed as deep as he could inside of you and came.

“Fuck..” He groaned as he continued to fuck you through his orgasm.

You felt his hand creep towards your dick and start to teasingly tug on the sounding rod. He repeatedly pulled it halfway out and then quickly pushed it back in causing your hole to clench around his cock tightly. Eventually, he pulled it out and you came hard. Cum spurted out of your twitching dick as your back arched. You screamed out his name in doing so. A pleased smile spread across his face.

You breathed heavily once your orgasm was over.

“You think we’re done?” He asked, rasing a brow.

You gasped as he pulled out and quickly shoved a butt plug inside of you to keep his cum from spilling out. He then lifted you up onto the table so that you faced the camera. His hands then snaked around your torso towards their target.

Your nipples.

He began to pinch, tug, flick, and roll them.

It felt so odd, but so good at the same time. Your cock started to harden again. You wished you could hide your face from the camera.

Boro saw this pinched your nipples particularly hard and choked you, causing you to moan loudly.

He addressed the camera.

“Is this the type of employees you hire for the CIA? Sluts who can’t get enough of what they are given?”

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FINALLY!! THAT WAS SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR A MONTH AND A HALF.

ANYWAYS, THANK YOU FOR READING!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND DON’T HESITATE TO REQUEST THINGS!!

-Charlie <3

[illustrationismyhaven]

doodle i'd chew off an arm and a leg to hear your thoughts about pn2. i feel we have similar gripes with it

No chewing necessary my friend I will admit first that I've always been a lot more generous with my PN2 critiques compared to other games I like because I'm actually. Lowkey scared of how the fan base will react 😭 just because Psychonauts 2 really is a good game! And I like certain aspects of it. And also a large part of the fan base really enjoys it. To say my positive thoughts first, I'm glad it exists, I'm glad it's here after a long wait, and I think it's fun to play. It's objectively a good game. A really good game.

WHICH IS WHY I will now put the rest of my rambles under a cut because I'm going to be a little more honest with my thoughts. Keep in mind that these are MY thoughts, just ME, ALONE, MY opinion.

Warning that this is very rambley. I'm sorry. I go off a few tangents. I have a lot to say since my friends and I talk about it quite a lot in my disc and a lot of the points I bring up here are stuff we talk about a lot. Quite passionately, I might add lol

Btw This all entirely about the characters, storyline, lore, etc. This isn't going to be about graphics and the way the characters look between the two games okay?........ Because both of those are WRONG and RoR is PEAK- 🙌🙌🙌

I don't think there's much I can say about the interns that hasn't already been said. I think you already know what I mean by this. While I do like the interns (Adam my beloved ♥️) they really weren't used to their full potential (<- get used to that word here.) A lot of their friendship with Raz felt very forced, it didn't feel earned at all. And don't even get me started on Raz's personality switch.

I WILL ADMIT YES. He was very cute and polite in the first game just as much, amd he wasn't entirely an asshole. However, they took the "cute" meter and cranked it up to 100% in the sequel and it kind of bothers me. It's not only in Psychonauts either! We don't really get a lot of snarky and charismatic video game protags anymore. In my indulgence in late 90s early 2000s video games, both for research and, again, my indulgence, I have found that a lot of games from those times that later got sequels in the late 2010s- early 2020s (Crash Bandicoot and Ratchet and Clank for examples) had the protagonists softened a TON. Example #1 is Ratchet, who was very witty and quippy in the earlier games. But from what I've seen in the latest installment (Rift Apart) he's not as much anymore and is a lot more... "Professional" acting. #2 In Crash 4, Crash is still very cartoony and goofy like always, but it's played off more in a "cute" kind of way, and not as much in an insane, looney-toons Tasmanian Devil kind of way, y'know? Raz, unfortunately suffered the same fate I fear, where the snark was turned down, and the cute factor up. Which really sucks, because I love snarky protagonists! Jak and Daxter, Sly Cooper, I love those games a ton! Sadly, we don't see any games like that anymore. I really would have loved if Psychonauts 2 leaned into that! Raz would not put up with the interns shit if it was still the first game. And I think the dynamics between him and the interns could have been really interesting if he was able to keep up with them!

On that note, I feel like everyone is so hard on Raz in PN2. Like Jesus christ man, give my kid a break lol. Unlike the first game where Raz was funny because of stuff he said, stuff he interacted with and the way he behaved, a lot of funny moments are at Raz's expense instead. It also really pisses me off with how much the situation with the Lady Lucktopus is held over him. We GET IT. He fucked up, he really did. But FIRST OF ALL. So did the INTERNS. But they do not get as much shit for it as he does, and it pisses me off. And it's very clear that he understands it was wrong, he understands and will never do it again, but he's still getting beat over the head with it.

Another thing (that's more nit-picky if any) is that the environments don't feel as alive as the first game. In Whispsring Rock, it feels like you're actually at a summer camp. Not only is there plenty of wildlife scampering around, but you hear and see bugs and lizards too, you can hear the trees and rushing water, kids talking in distant conversations. It's such a nice environment and I love exploring and just getting lost in it. Psychonauts 2 environments are good, but they don't feel alive. They just feel like any other video game environment to me. It doesn't pull me in much at all, which is a shame because the environments are very beautiful.

Again, possible nit-picky and not really a critique, but keep in mind again that this is all MY thoughts and MY opinion here.

I really, really need to talk about the psychic 7. I have to get my thoughts out. I. I really don't like how much of the game is about the Psychic 7 specifically. IM SORRY. I LIKE THEM A LOT, I REALLY DO.

But, first of all, something about how Ford is connected to Raz's family is really... Huh? It's such a "Never meet your heroes" moment, but also... Did we not already have that with Coach in the first game? And it all feels so. Out of left field! I dunno! But I don't like it! Eghsgshs. It's one of those big story changes/additions that makes me go back to the first game and makes me feel icky when interacting with Ford. I miss when he was just a random a silly old man not a silly old man who fucked up my family.

💧Going to splinter off on a mini-tangent here rq, but the curse too! After the reveal of the curse not being real, which is, y'know, in missable. dialog. Going back to the first game, but ESPECIALLY RoR at one point, feels weird to me! There's a specific scene in RoR near the end where the self destruct sequence is activated and the room begins flooding. The hands of Galochio appear and yadda yadda. But something about the way Raz is panicked about the water hands in that moment, how he tells himself "Don't think about the water curse" repeatedly is just. AUGH. GOD. I stay up at night thinking about it. To go back to those moments and realise that it's all not real is just... Man. And you know, I wouldn't be as butt-hurt about it if they handled they way it was reveal better. The way Ford just waves it off as "Curses aren't real, this is science!" Is like. Are you serious. Is that it?...

Another thing, on the topic of "science" is that Psychonauts 2 feels like it lost a lot of the like. Paranormal whimsy. It's all very... Scientific and straightforward. I don't know how to explain it? I just miss how in PN and RoR yeah, a lot of stuff in this universe is clearly scientific BUT there was also hint of something paranormal, and dare I say magical going on.💧

Okay, back to the Psychic 7 (or 6 or whatever idk I'm tired hsgsgsh) I actually like how we get to learn a bit more about the founding members of the Psychonauts and get to meet them. At least if it was a "bit more". What I don't like is how much of the game is centered around them at the expense of the original cast. New characters are good, and fun and all that. But... After PN1 I'm not left wanting to learn more about the Psychonauts and the founding members... I'm left wanting to learn more about Sasha and Milla, Lili, Coach and Raz! I'm left wanting to see real spy stuff! The mental part is fun too, I mean. It's literally the defining aspect of Psychonauts. But so is the spying. The Lady Lucktopus segments are my favorite because we get to be in that sneaky and stealthy environment and it is really frickin fun! I want more moments like that! Anyways uhm. Back go characters.

The original team, (Sasha, Milla, Coach and Lili. And Raz too I guess, but I'm mostly refering to these four.) who I will dub the dream team, were sidelined hard for the Psychic 7 and the interns. As I said before, I was left wanting more of them at the end of PN and I'll just say it, they were not in PN2 as much as they deserved to be. People waited 15+ years to see these characters in action again and they're just so- absent in the game! It's sad! This isn't to say that introducing new characters is bad. I think Hollis and Truman were done really well in this game, especially Hollis. I like the general Idea about the Psychic 7. But... They weren't who I wanted a sequel for.

But you know what large group of new characters I would have wanted more of that weren't in the first game? The Aquatos. My God, they are literally one of the biggest ties within the story in PN2 and yet they still went so underutilized. Dare I say, in favor of the Psychic 7...

Theres sooo much stuff in the Li-po doc about Raz's family and just the Psychonauts organization as a whole that I wish we got for the sequel. Oh man do I love the li-po doc. There's a lot of stuff from it that I prefer and enjoy much more than what we got in PN2. It's such a shame to see all those really intriguing story bits and potential lore go to waste, it really is.

I'm still left feeling unsatisfied at the end of it all, but not in the fun, "I want more!" Kind of unsatisfied like the first game. It's more like a melancholic, empty and unfulfilled feeling...

It has its own charm but its a charm so strikingly different from the original's that it feels almost disconnected entirely from the first game.

My closing thoughts are, that Psychonauts 2 is a good game. But in my eyes it's also a monument of what could have been. Of wasted potential. Of something that was great, but could have been better.

[dioslesbianwife]

Ok, here’s a complete, in one peace version of the ask I gave you in your messages.

Could you please make a Rohan x reader one where BOTH of them are mutual yanderes and are both complete freaks?

I actually got some specifics about the reader in the ficfic (and, yes, I want it to be a fanfic) so here they are.

The reader is just as freaky and deranged as Rohan. The reader (who is also female) is also a famous writer who writes horror novels and Rohan once made a one-shot of her work.

She is also a stand user Who’s stand name is I Monster (named after the band, of course) who’s power allows her to possess people and objects and have them do whatever she wants. She can even possess other stands to have them fight against their own user. She eventually gets shot by the golden arrow but she was already a stand user at birth so it causes her stand to gain a new ability called “Who is She” (named after the I monster song, obviously) which allows her to copy the abilities of any stand she possesses, although she can only copy one ability at a time.

There are two types of possession that I Monster can do. Partial possession and full possession. Partial possession is is when the target is possessed but (if the target is a living being) is still conscious and still thinks that all of their actions actions are of their own will when in reality the reader is controlling them like a puppet. In fact, when the reader is Partially possessing something or someone, she actually makes hand movements that make her look like she’s puppeteering her target, and she actually kinda is, strings (that only other stand users can see) and all. She can actually partially possess multiple targets at once, although, she can currently only partially possess two targets and if she partially possesses any more then that she ends up getting exhausted. Fun fact, the reader actually used partial possession to kill Kira by partially possessing the ambulance driver into backing up onto Kira and running him over. Full possession is your classic type of possession where the reader basically enters the target’s body and takes full control of them. She can only fully possess one target at a time.

Not counting the strings, which glow a pretty violet color, I Monster doesn’t have a physical form, BTW.

The reader is EXTREMELY protective of Rohan (which Rohan doesn’t mind) and anyone who tries to harm him will HEAVILY pay the price. If it’s of of Rohan’s allies or “friends” (like Josuke or Koichi), she will let them live, but not without a severe beating (as with Josuke) or a good scolding (as with Koichi) but if the person would DARE try to hurt her Rohan was a complete stranger or an enemy, they will pay with their lives and would be killed in the most horrific and gruesome of ways. Rohan doesn’t mind this. In fact, he sometimes JOINS the reader in her vengeful, wrath fueled moments of carnage.

In terms of looks, the reader would have long, pointy nails and long, straight and silky, yet slightly messy hair with a slender build. She is also be on the taller side in terms of height and decently sized “front bumpers” [if you know what I mean (they’re medium large in a realistic way)] She’s very beautiful and attractive, but also incredibly creepy. Rohan considers the reader’s body proportions to be absolutely perfect and unlike anything he’s ever seen.

As said before, the reader is a famous writer who writes horror novels. The horror of these novels are usually gothic, yet also somehow Eldridge, psychological, and supernatural at the same time. It’s like a mix between World of Horror and Fear and Hunger (Those are both indie horror games and you can look them up if you don’t know what they are, just be prepared to see some really freaky sh*t, ESPECIALLY from Fear and Hunger) and these novels are NOT for the faint of heart. All her work is loved worldwide for its uniqueness, creativity, interesting tones, and overall quality. Rohan actually took some inspiration from one of the reader’s novels for a one-shot he made and even made a one-shot of one of the reader’s books itself.

In terms of personality, The reader is very intelligent and is incredibly hard to fool and outwit. Trying to play mind games with her would DEFINITELY end up backfiring HORRIBLY. She is also surprisingly kind and caring, unlike her lover, Rohan, although sometimes to an unnerving degree. She would DEFINITELY nurse any sick and/or injured baby bird she finds back to health. However, if that poor bird was already dead before she reaches it, that’s when things start getting a bit, disturbing.

The reader, obviously for the sake of her work, often dissects any dead animals she finds, whether they’re roadkill, victims of predation, or anything else. She would never kill or torture an animal or dissect them alive, that would be too cruel. THAT’S WHAT PEOPLE WHO HARMED HER DEAR ROHAN ARE FOR…

Talking with the reader, if one is even brave enough to do so, starts out surprisingly pleasant, but, eventually, and especially if you ask how she gets inspiration for her work (but it’s likely to happen with any conversation that’s had with her) things get really creepy as she starts talking about unsettling things and themes like human fear and it’s origins, lobotomy, insanity, torture, cannibalism, humanity’s lust for violence and the suffering of others, and other insane sh*t that would make how such a sweet and kind woman could be so messed up.

However, if you harm the reader’s beloved Rohan, her sweet and kind personality will disappear and she will hunt you down to the ends of the earth and she will see too it that the end of your existence by her hands will be a slow and excruciatingly painful. When in murder mode, the reader is extremely sadistic and unfeeling, only wanting to make you suffer the consequences of hurting her hunny bun. The reader’s victims are killed in extremely painful and horrifying ways and are GUARANTIED to leave a lot of blood and gore. In fact, some of the murders are ether from or end up appearing in the reader’s books (she’s a horror writer, remember?). Sometimes, and by I mean usually, she uses her stand, I Monster, to assist in the murder. Whether it’s possessing someone to kill the targeted victim (usually someone dear to the victim to add some extra emotional and psychological damage) or to possess the victim and/or the objects around the victim to have them die in a horrible “accident”. Sometimes, Rohan is allowed to join the reader in her “punishment servings”.

Due to her high intelligence, as well as her stand, the reader is always able to have the kills never be traced to her or Rohan and have no one ever suspect them, not even their closest friends.

In terms of ratings, for the ship relationship and romance, I prefer it to be G to T at highest. Rohan and the reader are implied to have had “intimate moments” before, but, other then that, I want most of their relationship to be SFW.

In terms of gore and violence, on the other hand, you can go as nuts as you want and don’t need to hold back, just as long as the gore doesn’t get sexual.

Also, bonus facts, the reader loves gardening and is AMAZING at housework, like cooking and cleaning. If the reader and Rohan are married (you don’t have to make them to), then the reader is DEFINITELY a housewife. The reader also loves sweet foods and desserts.

They’re both f*cked up psychopaths and they’re f*cked up psychopaths in love.

I want them to be in an established relationship but also briefly describing how they first met and when they fell in love and confessed to each other. Also, the reader was a novelist BEFORE they went, and later moved, to Morioh. The reader had originally planned on just going there to get some inspiration due to Morioh being supernatural phenomena central, but everything completely changed when she and Rohan met for the first time. It was freaky and f*cked up love at first sight. They have HEARD of each other and have seen each other’s works before, but it wasn’t until they physically met each other in the flesh that things started rolling along.

As for when the events of the fic take place, probably some time during or just a little bit after DiU.

surw, thanks for requesting and hope you enjoy-

The air in Morioh felt strange when you first arrived.

Like something was crawling beneath the surface of everything. It was why you'd come, really. Your agent hadn’t understood it- why a world-renowned author of horror would abandon her mansion in Tokyo for some no-name town in the middle of nowhere- but it made sense to you. Something about this place called to you. The ghosts here weren’t polite or ancient or shy. They were hungry. And you wanted to feed them.

It was late spring when you met him.

The infamous Rohan Kishibe. You’d seen his work, of course- he’d even once made a one-shot of your book, The Garden That Grows the Rot. It had been… competent. There were liberties you’d never have taken, things you’d done better, but it was deliciously arrogant. You respected that. You admired it.

But meeting him in person? That had been a different story.

You were both at a used bookstore. Reaching for the same volume- an out-of-print edition of Neurosis and Its Sins: Volume IV. You touched hands. Your gazes met. His eyes narrowed. You smiled.

“I expected you to be shorter,” you said.

“I expected you to be less pretentious,” he replied.

You fell in love instantly.

It wasn’t romantic. Not at first. It was fascination. Curiosity. An urge to peel him apart and see what kind of mind oozed beneath his skin. But Rohan was the same. Always the same. You caught him trailing you. Sketching you. Once, he even broke into your home and read through your drafts- left notes in the margins. You caught him, of course. Let him know with a quick little tug on a certain old woman’s wrist outside the bakery that he was not the only one with power.

“I Monster,” you whispered aloud to him that night, perched on your windowsill in a silk robe speckled with ink stains. “That’s its name.”

The violet strings floated lazily in the dark like cobwebs in candlelight.

“I want you to know what it feels like,” you added softly, “when someone else controls your story.”

That was the night he kissed you.

Now, years later, you lived together in the mansion on the hill.

Your gardens were thriving. Tulips, dahlias, corpse lilies. The smell of blood and honeysuckle clung to your house like perfume. You cooked, cleaned, made pastries, and sometimes dissected whatever dead thing you found on your walks. Rohan didn’t care. He loved your strange habits. He adored how perfect your hands looked while slicing into flesh, admired how you stared at the insides like they were poetry.

And Rohan… You didn’t deserve a muse like him. Beautiful, self-righteous, cruel, and so smart he made you dizzy. You’d paint your nails and listen to his rants about manga and morality, and then you’d both laugh about how the postman still hadn’t been found.

(He’d made the mistake of commenting on the “garbage smell” coming from your compost bin. You hadn’t even needed to fully possess him- just a twitch of the fingers, a whisper in his mind, and he was stepping in front of a train. Rohan helped you clean the mess. He kissed your neck afterward and told you your nails looked divine.)

You were already a Stand user when the Arrow came.

You found it during a walk through Morioh’s outer woods, buried in the decaying body of a cat. It was calling you, whispering promises. Your Stand, I Monster, writhed inside your head with excitement. You touched the tip.

The pain was exquisite.

You woke three days later with a new power pulsing in your skull.

“Who is She.” That was its name. A gift. A curse. The next time you possessed someone, your fingers ached- and then surged with power. Echoes of other Stands filtered through your nerves. Rohan watched you with wide, delighted eyes.

“You’re the only woman who’s ever scared me,” he said.

You laughed. “I think I’ll steal Star Platinum next.”

Josuke tried to lecture Rohan about you once.

“He can’t even talk around her!” he yelled, frustrated. “You’ve changed, man! You used to be cold and annoying, but now you’re just- gone! She’s got you on a leash!”

So, you showed him what a leash looked like.

Violet strings burst from your fingertips, delicate and lovely as spider silk. Josuke’s body twisted. Contorted. He fought you, sure- but you only needed partial possession to show him how much it hurt to try and “save” Rohan.

You didn’t kill him. Of course not.

Koichi was smarter.

“I, uh, don’t want to get involved,” he said, backing away. “I think you’re a lovely couple.”

You smiled at him. Kissed his cheek. “Good boy.”

Enemies didn’t get off so easy.

There was a man once- some random, forgettable killer with a blade Stand who thought Rohan was an easy target.

You watched him from across the alleyway, puppeteering his mother from a balcony above. Just enough strings. Just enough force. She screamed as her own limbs betrayed her, sprinting toward him, blade in hand. You made her apologize the whole time. Made her cry for hurting her baby.

He died weeping.

You didn’t smile. You never smiled when it came to protecting Rohan. Only pain mattered. Only fear. You recorded the sound of his sobs. Used it as background noise while writing your next chapter.

Rohan said it added “authenticity.”

You weren’t normal people.

Your love wasn’t normal love.

He loved your mind. You loved his ego. You bathed in blood together, edited each other’s drafts, fed each other cake while planning murders. You weren’t good. You weren’t redeemable.

But you were perfect.

Rohan once drew a version of you in a wedding dress, stitched from the skin of your enemies, blood still dripping from the veil. You framed it above your bed.

You wrote a poem about him once. Called it My Spine, His Fingers. It was rejected by several magazines for being “obscene.”

You laughed for days.

Sometimes, when you sat together in silence- just you, Rohan, the warm breeze through your open window- you’d reach over and stroke his cheek.

“I would unmake the world for you,” you whispered.

“I know,” he replied, curling an arm around your waist. “But let’s start with Morioh first.”

You kissed him.

[kittwix]

Could you please make a Rohan x reader one where BOTH of them are mutual yanderes and are both complete freaks?

I actually got some specifics about the reader in the ficfic (and, yes, I want it to be a fanfic) so here they are.

The reader is just as freaky and deranged as Rohan. The reader (who is also female) is also a famous writer who writes horror novels and Rohan once made a one-shot of her work.

She is also a stand user Who’s stand name is I Monster (named after the band, of course) who’s power allows her to possess people and objects and have them do whatever she wants. She can even possess other stands to have them fight against their own user. She eventually gets shot by the golden arrow but she was already a stand user at birth so it causes her stand to gain a new ability called “Who is She” (named after the I monster song, obviously) which allows her to copy the abilities of any stand she possesses, although she can only copy one ability at a time.

There are two types of possession that I Monster can do. Partial possession and full possession. Partial possession is is when the target is possessed but (if the target is a living being) is still conscious and still thinks that all of their actions actions are of their own will when in reality the reader is controlling them like a puppet. In fact, when the reader is Partially possessing something or someone, she actually makes hand movements that make her look like she’s puppeteering her target, and she actually kinda is, strings (that only other stand users can see) and all. She can actually partially possess multiple targets at once, although, she can currently only partially possess two targets and if she partially possesses any more then that she ends up getting exhausted. Fun fact, the reader actually used partial possession to kill Kira by partially possessing the ambulance driver into backing up onto Kira and running him over. Full possession is your classic type of possession where the reader basically enters the target’s body and takes full control of them. She can only fully possess one target at a time.

Not counting the strings, which glow a pretty violet color, I Monster doesn’t have a physical form, BTW.

The reader is EXTREMELY protective of Rohan (which Rohan doesn’t mind) and anyone who tries to harm him will HEAVILY pay the price. If it’s of of Rohan’s allies or “friends” (like Josuke or Koichi), she will let them live, but not without a severe beating (as with Josuke) or a good scolding (as with Koichi) but if the person would DARE try to hurt her Rohan was a complete stranger or an enemy, they will pay with their lives and would be killed in the most horrific and gruesome of ways. Rohan doesn’t mind this. In fact, he sometimes JOINS the reader in her vengeful, wrath fueled moments of carnage.

In terms of looks, the reader would have long, pointy nails and long, straight and silky, yet slightly messy hair with a slender build. She is also be on the taller side in terms of height and decently sized “front bumpers” [if you know what I mean (they’re medium large in a realistic way)] She’s very beautiful and attractive, but also incredibly creepy. Rohan considers the reader’s body proportions to be absolutely perfect and unlike anything he’s ever seen.

As said before, the reader is a famous writer who writes horror novels. The horror of these novels are usually gothic, yet also somehow Eldridge, psychological, and supernatural at the same time. It’s like a mix between World of Horror and Fear and Hunger (Those are both indie horror games and you can look them up if you don’t know what they are, just be prepared to see some really freaky sh*t, ESPECIALLY from Fear and Hunger) and these novels are NOT for the faint of heart. All her work is loved worldwide for its uniqueness, creativity, interesting tones, and overall quality. Rohan actually took some inspiration from one of the reader’s novels for a one-shot he made and even made a one-shot of one of the reader’s books itself.

In terms of personality, The reader is very intelligent and is incredibly hard to fool and outwit. Trying to play mind games with her would DEFINITELY end up backfiring HORRIBLY. She is also surprisingly kind and caring, unlike her lover, Rohan, although sometimes to an unnerving degree. She would DEFINITELY nurse any sick and/or injured baby bird she finds back to health. However, if that poor bird was already dead before she reaches it, that’s when things start getting a bit, disturbing.

The reader, obviously for the sake of her work, often dissects any dead animals she finds, whether they’re roadkill, victims of predation, or anything else. She would never kill or torture an animal or dissect them alive, that would be too cruel. THAT’S WHAT PEOPLE WHO HARMED HER DEAR ROHAN ARE FOR…

Talking with the reader, if one is even brave enough to do so, starts out surprisingly pleasant, but, eventually, and especially if you ask how she gets inspiration for her work (but it’s likely to happen with any conversation that’s had with her) things get really creepy as she starts talking about unsettling things and themes like human fear and it’s origins, lobotomy, insanity, torture, cannibalism, humanity’s lust for violence and the suffering of others, and other insane sh*t that would make how such a sweet and kind woman could be so messed up.

However, if you harm the reader’s beloved Rohan, her sweet and kind personality will disappear and she will hunt you down to the ends of the earth and she will see too it that the end of your existence by her hands will be a slow and excruciatingly painful. When in murder mode, the reader is extremely sadistic and unfeeling, only wanting to make you suffer the consequences of hurting her hunny bun. The reader’s victims are killed in extremely painful and horrifying ways and are GUARANTIED to leave a lot of blood and gore. In fact, some of the murders are ether from or end up appearing in the reader’s books (she’s a horror writer, remember?). Sometimes, and by I mean usually, she uses her stand, I Monster, to assist in the murder. Whether it’s possessing someone to kill the targeted victim (usually someone dear to the victim to add some extra emotional and psychological damage) or to possess the victim and/or the objects around the victim to have them die in a horrible “accident”. Sometimes, Rohan is allowed to join the reader in her “punishment servings”.

Due to her high intelligence, as well as her stand, the reader is always able to have the kills never be traced to her or Rohan and have no one ever suspect them, not even their closest friends.

In terms of ratings, for the ship relationship and romance, I prefer it to be G to T at highest. Rohan and the reader are implied to have had “intimate moments” before, but, other then that, I want most of their relationship to be SFW.

In terms of gore and violence, on the other hand, you can go as nuts as you want and don’t need to hold back, just as long as the gore doesn’t get sexual.

Also, bonus facts, the reader loves gardening and is AMAZING at housework, like cooking and cleaning. If the reader and Rohan are married (you don’t have to make them to), then the reader is DEFINITELY a housewife. The reader also loves sweet foods and desserts.

They’re both f*cked up psychopaths and they’re f*cked up psychopaths in love.

I want them to be in an established relationship but also briefly describing how they first met and when they fell in love and confessed to each other. Also, the reader was a novelist BEFORE they went, and later moved, to Morioh. The reader had originally planned on just going there to get some inspiration due to Morioh being supernatural phenomena central, but everything completely changed when she and Rohan met for the first time. It was freaky and f*cked up love at first sight. They have HEARD of each other and have seen each other’s works before, but it wasn’t until they physically met each other in the flesh that things started rolling along.

As for when the events of the fic take place, probably some time during or just a little bit after DiU.

Yandere! Rohan Kishibe x Yandere Fem! Reader

love how disgustingly detailed this is and you're so passionate about it, hope you enjoy this!! <3

tags & tw: dark content warning!!!, both rohan and reader are crazy lol, violence, some gore, suicide mentioned, reader is a stand used, established relationship, reader is depicted as feminine word count: 723

There’s a saying among the more superstitious locals in Morioh, as of recently.

"Sometimes the devil doesn’t come with horns. Sometimes, she comes with violets in her hair and ink under her nails."

They were talking about you.

But they didn’t know that the devil had a partner.

Your arrival in Morioh wasn’t loud. No fireworks. No strange Stand battles on your first day. Just the whisper of luggage wheels on cobblestone, the rustle of pages in your suitcase, and the way the crows on the telephone lines twisted their heads to watch you pass.

You came for inspiration.

But then you saw him.

And when he looked up from his sketchbook at the café, saw you standing there with your long, manicured fingers wrapped around a glass of violet soda, he knew.

Something inside both of you cracked.

And from that crack poured ink, blood, and love.

You both fell in love like knives being dropped in water. Quick, silent, with a splash of red and no hope of retrieving them without bleeding.

You showed him your stand, I Monster. The strings shimmered, delicate and deadly, violet light pulsing like veins. You once used it to make the town council unanimously approve your zoning request. You whispered it with a giggle, like a schoolgirl sharing gossip.

He laughed.

You'd never heard Rohan laugh before. Not like that.

From that moment on, you were inseparable. Obsessive. Unhinged. Happy.

People in Morioh began disappearing.

Strangers mostly. One particularly vulgar man had the audacity to catcall you in front of Rohan outside a bakery. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident involving a falling icicle in 30-degree weather.

Another tried to break into Rohan’s studio. They found his body curled into a perfect lotus position, his own spine fused into a closed circle, no entry wound. The police called it a suicide. Rohan drew inspiration from it for his next issue.

Koichi noticed the change first. He seemed scared.

“You two are...really close, huh?” he said once, his voice small.

You leaned forward, brushing invisible lint from Koichi’s shoulder. “We’re perfect together,” you said sweetly, “like marrow in a bone.”

Rohan watched with barely concealed amusement.

Later that week, Koichi suffered a sleep paralysis episode where his own hands tried to strangle him. You visited him with a fruit basket and a cryptic comment about “how terrifying our own bodies can be.”

Josuke wasn’t as lucky. He punched Rohan for insulting his hair one too many times. Your response wasn’t immediate, but when he tripped face first into a thorny hedge filled with black roses a week later, even he started getting nervous. You plucked a thorn from his cheek yourself and said, “Be careful where you plant your anger. Sometimes the roots fight back.”

The Golden Arrow didn’t choose you. It simply revealed what you already were.

"Who is She" was born with a whisper and a scream. When you possess a stand, you didn’t just control it. You became it. 

You and Rohan tested the limits. You copied his power once, just to write a single command across the ribs of a man who dared speak ill of you.

“Feel every moment as if it lasts a year.”

You timed how long it took before he clawed out his own eyes.

Rohan found your bloodied apron drying on the clothesline once. He held it to his face. Breathed in deep. His fingers twitched with inspiration.

“I’ll help you clean next time,” he said when you returned.

You kissed his cheek. “Only if you carve their bones with me.”

You cooked like a dream. The kitchen always smelled of cinnamon and entrails. Rohan wrote best when you were humming in the next room. You brought him tea during his deadlines and brushed his hair when he was too tired to protest. Your garden flourished. Black tulips, red spider lilies, nightshade. A shrine of devotion.

Sometimes you’d read each other excerpts of your new work. Rohan with his expressive flair. You with your haunting cadence.

Other times, you'd sit silently together, blood on your gloves, sweet things baking in the oven.

They called you monsters. But monsters don’t fall in love.

Only humans do that.

Freaky, deranged, horrifying humans. Bound in blood and ink and obsession.

And you were the most human pair Morioh had ever seen.

[luimagines]

Could you please make a Rohan x reader one where BOTH of them are mutual yanderes and are both complete freaks?

I actually got some specifics about the reader in the ficfic (and, yes, I want it to be a fanfic) so here they are.

The reader is just as freaky and deranged as Rohan. The reader (who is also female) is also a famous writer who writes horror novels and Rohan once made a one-shot of her work.

She is also a stand user Who’s stand name is I Monster (named after the band, of course) who’s power allows her to possess people and objects and have them do whatever she wants. She can even possess other stands to have them fight against their own user. She eventually gets shot by the golden arrow but she was already a stand user at birth so it causes her stand to gain a new ability called “Who is She” (named after the I monster song, obviously) which allows her to copy the abilities of any stand she possesses, although she can only copy one ability at a time.

There are two types of possession that I Monster can do. Partial possession and full possession. Partial possession is is when the target is possessed but (if the target is a living being) is still conscious and still thinks that all of their actions actions are of their own will when in reality the reader is controlling them like a puppet. In fact, when the reader is Partially possessing something or someone, she actually makes hand movements that make her look like she’s puppeteering her target, and she actually kinda is, strings (that only other stand users can see) and all. She can actually partially possess multiple targets at once, although, she can currently only partially possess two targets and if she partially possesses any more then that she ends up getting exhausted. Fun fact, the reader actually used partial possession to kill Kira by partially possessing the ambulance driver into backing up onto Kira and running him over. Full possession is your classic type of possession where the reader basically enters the target’s body and takes full control of them. She can only fully possess one target at a time.

Not counting the strings, which glow a pretty violet color, I Monster doesn’t have a physical form, BTW.

The reader is EXTREMELY protective of Rohan (which Rohan doesn’t mind) and anyone who tries to harm him will HEAVILY pay the price. If it’s of of Rohan’s allies or “friends” (like Josuke or Koichi), she will let them live, but not without a severe beating (as with Josuke) or a good scolding (as with Koichi) but if the person would DARE try to hurt her Rohan was a complete stranger or an enemy, they will pay with their lives and would be killed in the most horrific and gruesome of ways. Rohan doesn’t mind this. In fact, he sometimes JOINS the reader in her vengeful, wrath fueled moments of carnage.

In terms of looks, the reader would have long, pointy nails and long, straight and silky, yet slightly messy hair with a slender build. She is also be on the taller side in terms of height and decently sized “front bumpers” [if you know what I mean (they’re medium large in a realistic way)] She’s very beautiful and attractive, but also incredibly creepy. Rohan considers the reader’s body proportions to be absolutely perfect and unlike anything he’s ever seen.

As said before, the reader is a famous writer who writes horror novels. The horror of these novels are usually gothic, yet also somehow Eldridge, psychological, and supernatural at the same time. It’s like a mix between World of Horror and Fear and Hunger (Those are both indie horror games and you can look them up if you don’t know what they are, just be prepared to see some really freaky sh*t, ESPECIALLY from Fear and Hunger) and these novels are NOT for the faint of heart. All her work is loved worldwide for its uniqueness, creativity, interesting tones, and overall quality. Rohan actually took some inspiration from one of the reader’s novels for a one-shot he made and even made a one-shot of one of the reader’s books itself.

In terms of personality, The reader is very intelligent and is incredibly hard to fool and outwit. Trying to play mind games with her would DEFINITELY end up backfiring HORRIBLY. She is also surprisingly kind and caring, unlike her lover, Rohan, although sometimes to an unnerving degree. She would DEFINITELY nurse any sick and/or injured baby bird she finds back to health. However, if that poor bird was already dead before she reaches it, that’s when things start getting a bit, disturbing.

The reader, obviously for the sake of her work, often dissects any dead animals she finds, whether they’re roadkill, victims of predation, or anything else. She would never kill or torture an animal or dissect them alive, that would be too cruel. THAT’S WHAT PEOPLE WHO HARMED HER DEAR ROHAN ARE FOR…

Talking with the reader, if one is even brave enough to do so, starts out surprisingly pleasant, but, eventually, and especially if you ask how she gets inspiration for her work (but it’s likely to happen with any conversation that’s had with her) things get really creepy as she starts talking about unsettling things and themes like human fear and it’s origins, lobotomy, insanity, torture, cannibalism, humanity’s lust for violence and the suffering of others, and other insane sh*t that would make how such a sweet and kind woman could be so messed up.

However, if you harm the reader’s beloved Rohan, her sweet and kind personality will disappear and she will hunt you down to the ends of the earth and she will see too it that the end of your existence by her hands will be a slow and excruciatingly painful. When in murder mode, the reader is extremely sadistic and unfeeling, only wanting to make you suffer the consequences of hurting her hunny bun. The reader’s victims are killed in extremely painful and horrifying ways and are GUARANTIED to leave a lot of blood and gore. In fact, some of the murders are ether from or end up appearing in the reader’s books (she’s a horror writer, remember?). Sometimes, and by I mean usually, she uses her stand, I Monster, to assist in the murder. Whether it’s possessing someone to kill the targeted victim (usually someone dear to the victim to add some extra emotional and psychological damage) or to possess the victim and/or the objects around the victim to have them die in a horrible “accident”. Sometimes, Rohan is allowed to join the reader in her “punishment servings”.

Due to her high intelligence, as well as her stand, the reader is always able to have the kills never be traced to her or Rohan and have no one ever suspect them, not even their closest friends.

In terms of ratings, for the ship relationship and romance, I prefer it to be G to T at highest. Rohan and the reader are implied to have had “intimate moments” before, but, other then that, I want most of their relationship to be SFW.

In terms of gore and violence, on the other hand, you can go as nuts as you want and don’t need to hold back, just as long as the gore doesn’t get sexual.

Also, bonus facts, the reader loves gardening and is AMAZING at housework, like cooking and cleaning. If the reader and Rohan are married (you don’t have to make them to), then the reader is DEFINITELY a housewife. The reader also loves sweet foods and desserts.

They’re both f*cked up psychopaths and they’re f*cked up psychopaths in love.

I want them to be in an established relationship but also briefly describing how they first met and when they fell in love and confessed to each other. Also, the reader was a novelist BEFORE they went, and later moved, to Morioh. The reader had originally planned on just going there to get some inspiration due to Morioh being supernatural phenomena central, but everything completely changed when she and Rohan met for the first time. It was freaky and f*cked up love at first sight. They have HEARD of each other and have seen each other’s works before, but it wasn’t until they physically met each other in the flesh that things started rolling along.

As for when the events of the fic take place, probably some time during or just a little bit after DiU.

Woah- Ok.

Hi there!

First of all, I'd like to thank you for your interest. This is a very detailed request.

Second, I'm obligated to say that my requests are closed, and will be closed for the foreseeable future since this blog is technically on hiatus.

Third, this is a Legend of Zelda blog. Specifically based around the fan-comic Linked Universe. I know nothing of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure and, in fact, had to consult many people about this ask before it was confirmed to be a JoJo request. Because I had no clue what this was even talking about. ^.^*

Again, I'd like to thank you for throwing this my way, but I'm a little out of my depth here.

[moomeecore]

since the fear of climate change is really getting me extra bad lately, due to obvious recent events, i might try my best to put out some sort of document with my best attempt at a "beginner level" discussion of why we should stop using lawn machinery. bc it really is one of the few things that individuals can do that really does make a large impact. like not using a gas powered lawn mower is actually so much bigger than recycling or turning off lamps. and in the end it's still the big companies doing most of this, but this is one of the few things where everyday people can make a real dent. (you should still recycle & all that btw, im just saying that this is one of the more impactful things that is oftenoverlooked!) also you can encourage ur local gov to stop it in public spaces that don't need it too, which is great ! anyway the question is - should i focous specifically on the direct impact to climate change or should i review all the issues (killing animals, noise pollution, wasting money, etc) ... im thinking ill start with one that just encourages dropping gas powered yard tools instead of focusing on the more controversial "should we have lawns" debate. esp bc focusing too much on lawn mowers can take attention away from leaf blowers which are objectively worse pollution wise. debating if i should also include the health issues caused by their pollution or just the climate change stuff? Def gonna talk abt how they're less regulated than cars HMMM

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

What “-phobia” would you give each character?

Ooh this is a fun one, thanks, for asking! I'm assuming you're talking about mate madness, so I'm just gonna go with those characters. All of these are cannon btw because I said so.

Also I added Dave and Briar because I thought it would be fun.

Leo has megalophobia, which is the fear of large things or objects. It's not debilitating, but he does get really nervous around ridiculously tall buildings, abnormally large statues, and other big objects like cruise ships. He has no rational explanation for his fear, it's just always been there.

(He also has lockiophobia which is the fear of childbirth, but that's kind of obvious)

Micah has acrophobia, which is the fear of heights. His fear is debilitating, as he is absolutely terrified any time he has to fly or go anywhere relatively high in the air. There have been a couple times where Rain has tried to get the pack to do some sort of air sport, and each time Micah stays firmly on the ground, usually accompanied by someone else while he watched his mates.

Ren has cleithrophobia, which is the fear of being trapped. He's a big dude, so it's easier for him to get trapped in smaller spaces. He hates the idea of not being able to escape someplace, whether there's danger nearby or not. Luckily this doesn't come out super often as he doesn't tend to get stuck places, but every so often it happens, causing a rather large reaction.

Rain has anatidaephobia, which is the fear of a goose or duck watching you at any given moment. He can't explain why he has that one either, and most of the time he can ignore it fairly well, but he has a tendency to keep looking behind him whenever he walks outside, just in case. He hates ponds for this exact reason.

Charlie has trypanophobia, which is the fear of needles. For all his toughness, he's never been able to get over his fear of needles piercing his skin. It's the reason why he has no piercings or tattoos despite having a mate who would give him some for free if he asked. He may have a tough guy persona, but he's not willing to get past his fear to look the part.

(He also has another, rather large fear instilled as a trauma response, but that's a story for another day).

Briar has pyrophobia, which is the fear of fire. It's not too severe and she doesn't encounter situations where it bothers her too much, but she's very cautious around campfires/bonfires/lit fireplaces. She always has Dave light candles and hide them where she can't see them until he blows them out for that exact reason.

Dave has coulrophobia, which is the fear of clowns. He doesn't know how or why that started, but he will freak out if there's a clown in his general vacinity, no matter how friendy they are. He once freaked out when Leo tried to watch IT with him (unknowing of his fear) and his poor friend had to talk him out from under a blanket.

Hope that answered your question!

[kimyoonmiauthor]

All of the election theories...

Basically it breaks down this way. It wasn't what Harris did or didn't do. Or something that Trump did or didn't do. That's the wrong framing. And I get that social media skewered the groups that voted for him into the anti-Trans, pro-Neo Nazi (and I do mean that when they talk about how great Hitler was to my face and call me a Jew, etc), and the insecure men out there that feel like alpha ideology is a "great thing" even if the whole thing is based on bogus science that got corrected by a female grad student who never gets credit becaue she was the grad student of the original MAN who came up with the Alpha ideology and then reversed it once his grad student told him he was wrong. 'cause of course, erase women. (I get ticked when minorities are erased)

It's that people voted largely on feelings, not facts. You could have argued to them that the inflation is actually lower than other countries because of what Biden did. You could have shown them the numbers, but then they look at the short economic interests and voted for the other party they felt could win.

I speculate this way based on other election from other countries:

If Trump had won in 2020 and tanked the economy to pits or whatever, then people would have voted dem this time.

But since a Dem won this time, a Rep won this time.

So this mean if the Republicans allow us to vote and don't fuck everything to hell, Dems could flip it next time. But that's going to take a ton of resistance to get there.

In another words, people will vote mostly on their self-interest of feelings they have which aren't always objective truth over facts.

This is why South Korea when they pushed out their first female president (who was an AH, BTW), voted for the left party.

The real issue we have is that right leaning regimes are taking cues from the US. And despair is a-OK, but we need to be also able to show we can organize and resist everything that is about to come our way. Because if we don't show we can do a resistance against a regime, the world will have lost.

The world will lean right under a regime of fear. Show them what community is without fear and conflict.

And people might think they have to protest by having signs and showing up, but I'm telling you sometimes a protest is pretty simple. I've shown some of the ways I've protested the things within my power to change. So you should do the same. Find a way to make a positive impact, because even the smallest things are resistance and eventually positive change.

[mrfrunky]

Okay Y'all I ended up porting one of my favorite EVER DnD characters into Werewolf: The Apocalypse. His name is Gorm, and to summarize my 20 page backstory he is a Norseman that came from a super fucked up werewolf tribe that were some of the most feared in the local lands (However, he was considered the runt). He ended up going into a frenzy during a deadly ritual and killed his father, taking his father's legendary spear with him, as well as the ire of his large (and far superior) family. From the last session we've had (and hopefully will soon have, after my DM and beloved friend comes out of his depression regarding awful events) He is a Level 5 Human Barbarian that utilizes a homebrew class called the "Ulfhednar" which incentivizes ambush predator-based gameplay, very much similar to rangers gloom stalker. His lvl 1 variant human feat was essentially used up to make up for his "strange" upbringing, as well as the fact that he is a runaway that never wanted to be a werewolf in the first place, but lo and behold, he is apart of one of the most powerful and worst tribes there is (barring the fact that he is literally the chosen vessel of the god of werewolves and violence, but yeah, not the point). Surprisingly, he fits quite well in the Werewolf: The Apocalypse universe, I will say that compared to other typical Werewolf chars he is a bit of a mary sue, and you'll see why.

As you can see... he is a Black Spiral Dancer Ronin, which will already raise eyebrows, then there is the fact that he has a Fetish (what is essentially a magic item) even though he is not supposed to have one. I didn't really focus on playability here, just pure vibes and what is essentially porting my DnD char to the WoD. Black spiral dancers btw, from what I know from quickly reading werewolf LORE, are just werewolves that are unbelievably fucked in the head and are corrupted by lovecraftian horrors. So my character, being a Black Spiral Dancer "Ronin" ran away from their super duper evil stuff. So what is his Fetish? Basically it is an item named "Blodbrudgumi" or, "Bloody Husband". Essentially an item owned by his father before his... terrible death. What it basically does is that the spear is able to turn flesh and blood into solid (and sharp) objects, piercing through even more flesh and arteries and making the target bleed profusely. The DnD Stats basically had people bleeding from my attacks, but only when they begin to move is when the bleeding begins (1 pt of damage per 10 movement). If I were to port it to werewolf? Probably something similar, but maybe for attacking werewolves it inhibit regeneration or something CRAZY like that. Of course, my lil guy would be paranoid as all shit due to his upbringing, and he would have a dark fate in store for him (as per his DnD backstory I mentioned above). 5 pt enemies basically means that he is uber fucked, as he has alot of people trying to take his head. Anyways I love my little guy alot and I really hope my dnd game comes back someday shape or form its been like 3 years but im still counting the days baby

[rorbison]

Btw I liked bloodborne like the combat feels sexy and cool and awesome when you do it correctly but the bar for doing it correctly + the lack of gentle handholding to initial objectives made me too frustrated too quickly (I need a traditional tutorial for a good while, I cannot help this fact) so I uninstalled it to make room for code vein which is doing a sort of similar kinda combat thing (sloppier. A lot sloppier.) With the tutorialization I need to get through the first two hours of gameplay. So. I am left wishing each game were slightly better for me personally. That code vein managed to hit that "oh fuck yeah I'm the coolest motherfucker" when I do it right and that bloodborne managed to hit that "I am as confident in my goals or in universe questions (and the vague direction of their answers) as I need to be to continue playing". Like I don't need bloodborne to make it easier to do the combat correctly, really I just need a lateral version change of it that's like, the story for thickheaded girlies expansion

Don't even want to die less tbqh, pulling off the combat correctly 3 times felt cool enough to compel me through about an hour of repetitive death. I gave up on bloodborne when finally succeeding over the firstest bottleneck did not uhh provide me with any vague notion toward a clarity of purpose. I can still say that all I know about bloodborne is that shit is fucking happening; aesthetically interesting shit, but shit that has been abstracted away from me enough that I cannot dedicate myself to understanding it because that feels, to me, like scaling a 90 degree, 11 story cliff. Everyone I know with that dedication is having fun with it, but I prefer swimming (in a large body of water, so as to still experience challenge and fear).

[caelaan75]

Another brief DnD story. Soooo I finally got to be a player instead of DMing! Yaaaay! Anyhow I am playing a Life Cleric named Fyr, she is a kind, tall woman with wings. She is also built like a bear, so I am acting as the party's healer AND tank at the moment, but she is very neglectful of herself and always prioritizing healing others instead of herself. We were tasked with exploring an abandoned castle in the outskirts, in which strange lights and noises can be heard at night. Due to the dangers the place posed we were given 6 Healing potions, only that they weren't actual potions. The DM described how we were handed these metallic cylinders with sharp, long needles at the end. Now, my character has a low INT score, which I play as her not being very knowledgeable about the world at large, since she was raised in a secluded town and this is her first time going outside. This is also her first time coming across with what is basically a vaccine, yet she is immediately stricken by a primal fear upon seeing the sharp object. "Wh-what is that exactly?" Fyr asks. Another player, knowing more about the world and having previously seen such technological advancements answers: "Oh don't you worry is just a healing thingy, it will help you. There's 3 of us so we should all have 2 each." He attempts to place the 2 needles on my palm but I push his hand away. "Oh don't worry about me. I have healing magic! So you 2 can keep my share." Clearly nervous and trembling. The other player squints at me. "You are not scared of these are you?" "What? Nonoonono, of course not! I just don't have any need of them. I would feel safer if you two kept them." "But what if you are exhausted and can't cast magi-" "That is not going to happen! You keep those things away from me!" We leave it at that. Some time passes we go through the dungeon. We fight some undead, solve a few puzzles, get our teeth kicked in, you know the usual. Until at some point we reach a library with cursed books and a floating sorcerer hurling spells at us. I do my best to keep my compatriots out of harms way, but at some point I get grabbed by the guy and he electrocutes my face for 20 hp (my max hp is 21 btw) and this combined with previous wounds, I drop unconscious. While I'm out my friends kill the sorcerer and heal me back up using a spell. I think I regained like 5 hp or something like that, so I am still in pretty rough shape. Noticing this the same player who had offered me the healing needle before offers it again. Fyr immediately goes from being on the brink of death to pretending she's never felt better in her entire life and that she most definitely does NOT need the healing "potion". The other player drops the subject again, but then he asks the DM to lean in closer and whispers something in his ear. Me, being dense as a rock, do not find that suspicious in the slightest. A few minutes pass, we explore everything there is to explore on that floor and decide to leave using a ladder nearby. Now unlike most of the stuff in the library, which is completely broken and ruined, the ladder itself is fine. The DM didn't describe any scratches or anything remarkable about it before, but as my ally is climbing it the DM narrates how he suddenly slips and falls. Fyr, having the ability to fly with her wings, immediately tries to catch the guy, and she does. However the moment I have him in my arms my friend starts to laugh maliciously and the DM says: "You feel a sharp pain in your arm, it lasts but a second though, and it is soon replaced with a soothing sensation as you regain 12 hit points." Fyr instantly panics and yelps, dropping the other player without thinking. He crashes into the ground as he laughs in pain. "Don't ever do that again! I almost dropped you!" I say half angry, half laughing. "You DID drop me! And you are welcome!" He replies with equal proportions of anger and joy. So long story short, my character was healed against her will and she is over her fear of needles, even though she will never admit that last part.

[jonathankatwhatever]

I’m having a moment. It’s 18 Dec 2023, and the level of math I’m hearing is exemplary, but what I need to talk about is the process, which has been extraordinary. I want to start a new sentence, one I can pull out to its full Extent, because sentences are made of words, which represent concepts, which not only arrange linearly, which means counting cardinally element by element, letter by letter, syllable by syllable, word by word, not excluding punctuation and spacing, as well as ordinally because otherwise you can’t rearrange the meanings of the words, and can’t fit meaning to context, like in Latin if you put together a long sentence, you could imply it meant one thing, then flip the meaning by imposing a new subject verb identifier at the end. That’s such lovely encoding of the process of meaning. And you could see how it could give Romans an advantage in conversation with barbarians, because they would confuse them with their sentence structures. Say the Romans want to be cagey, then they load up the front of the sentence with inducements, and end the sentence with a qualifier verb so they see the good stuff and miss the if. Is that possibly true? Yes. It is true. Perhaps not. My experience looking at diaries of Europeans raised among natives is they understood concepts of if quite well. I think it may be the difference between formal and informal Latin, with the latter being direct. That fits some of the experiences of natives who negotiated, that they were misled. And it also fits to the more modern world of diplomacy in which cultural differences generate large differences in interpretation.

That’s another reason why Jews are hated. They would have to translate the terms of loans and other deals and thus it was believed they interpreted for the benefit of the other side. It’s easy to claim they tricked us when a deal you made goes bad.

Needed a break after that. Did some other things. Then I again realized that I am calm and can see clearly what is happening when I’m left-sided, meaning when my vision and body structure fully enable being left-handed. This is generally true, though there are areas, like cutting my own hair with scissors where the left acts as the guide for the right’s cutting because I don’t have left-handed scissors. You’d think I would. I actually resisted the urge. Even checked out left-handed scissors many times, but couldn’t do it. That I can imagine it now says the transition is natural.

When I shift to left, I become entirely convinced and reach a new understanding. I know from Alternation that one starts by counting the negative because one starts within the ++ quadrant, so the negative is into - - . I remember drawing that out as a grid square with an f3-1, meaning it infers to the past if you hold the present line at current 0 and it infers f1-3 as the negative generated by the positive which exists as the 1gs. I probably should have put those in the other order, but that’s how they came to me, perhaps so we can see the utility of pending identification. This enables a negative attribute or characteristic to continue, exactly as Alternation models. That negative attribute is what identifies at the Ends, and their consistency across the ways in which they … what the?

I was thinking earlier about how we can describe a left and a right and call those cosets or other things, and that came out. I was thinking as well about how a fear can extend past an object, and indeed does extend past any object, because fear is a process and objects are constructions, so fear imposes. Fear between objects can be limited to extremes, like zombie apocalypse, or to the mundane, like knowing you have to do things you don’t want to do fear, which may be again at the level of a zombie apocalypse striking right then in that moment.

I hear your voice chattering away and sometimes feel like I’m catching up to your talking in my head. Then it fades because stuff like that requires alignment.

BTW, I looked at simplexes or simplicies, and they seem to be Triangular expansion, meaning each Triangular face can be broken into another Triangular face, and so on. The little hat method is in gs because reality constructs D4-3.

Of more concern is the idea of dimensionality labels. In our system, D0 is a point, D1 is an End, D2 is a Segment, meaning 2 Ends formed when the directed segment, the 1Segment fits to make a 1-0Segment, meaning cross-identification over the segment, repeating, alternating, etc. Thus D3 translates to Triangular, and we describe the level of physical or tangible Objects as being the three 1-0Segments of Triangular for any reading or perception of the tObject, meaning specifically the xyz coordinate system of Euclidean space.

To be clear, we see 1Segments connected to points as DO, so every End is constructed out of 2D0’s minimum because that creates the 1-0Segment identification for and within 1Space. So D1 to D2 is another D0 connecting to the D0 extending from the D1. That generates all the n-gon forms: those are in essence the stable orbits of 1Space for that count of 1-0Segments.

Wow. I just took a break to make the bed, which I’d put off all day, and was struck by how I could be dead soon. It makes so much sense. Here’s how. You get engaged. My house closes. She’s situated in a furnished place where she needs to do nothing at all. She has an extra room so people can come stay with her while she needs that. I would say that I have realized my life is a great delusion, that no matter how good my work is, it’s built on a delusion which I clearly cannot escape. I’ve trusted it my entire life, and now I see that was a bad choice, a series of bad choices made because this thing was inside me. I manufactured evidence to support my delusion, but I can’t do that any longer. I can’t keep hurting others as I have done for so many years. I need to end my life to end this delusion.

There. That’s straight forward. I talk in one paragraph about D-structure, which is astonishing work, and in the next about ending my existence here because everything I believed in as motivation, every sensation which gripped me, every wave of feeling, thought, ever action driven by the same beliefs as though I were embodying them, all a delusion. Worked for me and for no one else. I got away with chasing delusions, which was unfair. It isn’t about whether I deserve to live or not, but about the crushing reality that every single ounce of this material is infected by absurd beliefs that I’m so deeply interwoven with a specific person I’ve never met that we exist as outposts of the same underlying dimensional entity, meaning we are the 1-0Segment Ends over an HG with the creators of this project.

I have no way of doing this work without specific identification over space and time. Specific identification is the process we’ve described in great but of course incomplete detail. All of the work requires believing in you, believing that the specific identification of you is correct. I went down the road of maybe there’s another and maybe this is hitching a ride sort of along with her. There is no other. The second idea is nuts. I looked at everything that came close, that had a hint of youness about it. Nothing else was close. And nothing else grew like this in me, to the point where I long ago identified every Storyline as cooperative between us.

You could certainly get away with it. Here, of course. No one would know. Oh, right: if I go through the maths side, I get a you which knows, so therefore this would be a betrayal. I don’t see a need to discuss that any longer. That idea is done.

That leaves delusion. Strange delusion this is.

I’d rather keep pretending, keep playing, and not conceding just yet.

I’ve decided that offensive football is no longer about execution but about improvisation. Execution means 11 guys acting as a unit, and you see that happen on some running plays and ordinary plays, but the idea is that plays now are expected to break and that improv will be necessary. What I’m seeing is a drop in execution quality because they switch to improv so quickly, and improv looks great, even incredible, when it works but it often doesn’t. That means big sacks, big INT’s, more fumbles because ball protection during a scramble can be less certain. Executing plays consistently isn’t as entertaining but it’s more reliable. This is one of the reasons why I barely watch now. It’s on so I can converse about it, and so I can see what is going on with the game. Like how improv plays lead to picks because the d-backs have learned to poach the space, meaning they’ll leave a hole for the QB to see, ready to poach the ball. They can’t readily do that in a zone because they don’t know where the ball might go on the field. In a scramble, the space gets scrambled too, so you can get a big play, both ways. Used to be giving up a big sack was considered a real negative, but now it’s the cost of improv offense. The problem is that big sack takes away points. I saw this happen yesterday in the Ravens-Chargers game and it was like that’s the way it goes.

I’m not being judgemental. I’m describing, which sounds like a judgement but isn’t because I know games change. Footbal has changed enormously over the years, so much that I don’t consider prior records meaningful. Passing stats are not comparable. Run stats slightly more so, except I don’t see how you could truthfully compare an era with limited 50% passing and thus defenses that fought the run versus the air it out era.

So, what I also see is teams running a bunch of college running plays because that gets the offensive line and the whole offense working together as a unit. Problem is NFL defenses can stop any college running play if they put in the effort. Some days some teams can’t muster the effort, on the field and I think in coaching as well, like this is what we can do even if we get our heads beaten. So these run offenses can look great for a few plays, and then it’s a big loss, and then the passing offense has become inconsistent because it breaks, so more drives stall, and you get stagnant games with a handful of plays that make people go oooh.

[kiwi-soda]

fuck skyscrapers. fuck them so much. theyre terrifying. fuck large buildings in general. just thinking of those times i've stood at the bottom of a large building, looking up at it, how intimidating it is, the clouds moving past the top making me think it[s tipping over. they suck. it sucks. things shouldnt be that big.

[mikanotes]

— tired diamond

chishiya x gn!reader

genre: angst, comfort

warnings: swearing, blood, death, killing, guns, probably ooc chishiya, chishiya feels emotions wow!!! /hj aib stuff

synopsis: it isn’t a game of russian roulette that you expected to be faced with when tagging along with chishiya to refill your visas. it isn’t a game of death based on luck that you expected to join with chishiya. alas. you did.

author’s note: aib season two celebratory post /j i’m writing this at almost 2am i’m rly tired so sorry for any mistakes and/or typos i love chishiya btw

The game of Russian Roulette was a simple game. And a well known one, at that. Perhaps because it was so simple.

So deadly.

“The practice of loading a bullet into one chamber of a revolver, spinning the cylinder, and then pulling the trigger while pointing the gun at one's own head.” a boy said very fast and very nervously. You and Chishiya both raised your eyebrows and the boy gulped, “A-According to Oxford Languages dictionary, which is basically the first source of any definition you’ll search on internet—”

“We know.” a girl said before Chishiya could get those exact same words out with a much calmer tone of voice. Even just from this remark, you could tell how annoyed the girl was, and thus, took it out by speaking passive-aggressively. An understandable manner of releasing your anger and anxiety, sure. One of many, perhaps the most commonly used. Chishiya chuckled like he could read your mind and you shared a knowing glance before turning your attention back to the revolver sitting in the middle of the table.

The gun had a bell glass on top of it, making it seem like some sort of piece of art in a museum. The table the ten players sat around was a large, long table with fancy decorations and nothing but a knife and a wine glass filled with water for each person sitting around it. The room was also very fancy-looking, adorned with actual artworks— paintings and sculptures and beautiful, old tapestries on its walls. Your fingers drummed on the surface of the table casually, as if everyone hadn’t been avoiding any movement towards any object in the room in case it would kill them.

Chishiya smiled in amusement at how casual you were. As usual. Perhaps your own way of trying to ignore your anxiety and fear and stress. Or perhaps because you were relaxed in the midst of it all— Which wouldn’t entirely surprise him, either. He couldn’t tell, despite knowing you for a good while, now. You were either really good at hiding your anxiety, or just chill. But anyways.

He sighed and looked away, tired. Maybe he should’ve gotten more sleep. Sleep before a game was supposed to be important. But he didn’t usually sleep much.

“Sorry, he’s talkative when he’s nervous.” a girl explained next to the walking-dictionary next to her. You and Chishiya nodded in understanding, while the annoyed girl shook her head in annoyance and clicked her tongue with a scoff. “Anyways, I’m sure you all know the game, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t.” someone said, holding up their hand. It was a girl with an outfit that made you wonder if she’d just left her bed after a comfortable nap. You raised your eyebrows. “What is it exactly? I got what the guy said, but I don’t get it.”

“You put the gun to your head with only one round.” you said, making a gun gesture with your hand and holding it up to the side of your own head. Then you made a “pew” sound and lifted your hand, before resting it on the table. “It’s a game of chance. Either it’s empty, either it kills you.”

That’s right. That’s the detail Chishiya, ace of Diamonds, missed. He spent the entire time of the first round of the game wondering why on Earth the game was a seven of diamonds and not of heart. Every time the gun sounded around the room, very slowly emptying the eight available bullets on the table, Chishiya sunk deeper into his chair, thumb slowly coming up to his lip as he bit on his nail in thought. There were eight bullets for ten people, which meant two people could come out alive. Probably. It was the logical explanation for it, and logic was the core of Diamonds games. But why was the deadly game of Russian Roulette with only players who knew each other not a game of Hearts? He couldn’t be sure he, or you, or anyone could make it out alive because despite there being two spots available for winners, it was still luck above anything else. How could a game of luck be classified Diamonds?

Diamonds. A game of intelligence.

He watched as you grabbed the gun casually, and his eyes widened. “[name], wait, don’t shoot.” he said hurriedly, but when you turned to look at him, you’d already pressed the trigger with the muzzle to your temple. His eyes widened in fear, a feeling he rarely felt due to him forcing it away. Fear. Absolute fear that rendered him speechless and frozen in place.

The key to the game was that nothing specified that you had to shoot your head. Russian Roulette was a game played while pointing the gun to your head— Typically. But if the rules only said “shoot the gun towards yourself”, it meant it could be anywhere from your head to the tip of your toes. That meant that the game was to empty the eight bullets, and not surviving a shot to the head as he originally, dumbly, idiotically, pathetically thought. It was a small detail, but now it was like a big, bright neon sign in front of him, mocking him for taking too long to notice it.

The ace of Diamonds? Yeah, he was definitely a fucking ace. Fucking up this badly was something he wasn’t used to— And caring so much about someone that caring about fucking up came after worrying about their wellbeing was even more unfamiliar. He hated it. He hated it because he was frozen and he didn’t know what to do. Everything was going to be his fault and usually that would be fine but he knew the moment your finger pressed the trigger and he failed to tell you what he realized at the right time that he would lose sleep over this. His reaching hand trembled.

He sat on the chair as the familiar robotic voice sounded the end of the game. He stared blankly at the splattered blood all around the table, at the corpses on the other seats. He bit the inside of his bottom lip with harsh force. He hadn’t felt the burning in his throat that usually came before crying in a very, very long time. He hated that he’d felt it for even just a few seconds.

You laughed beside him and got up. “What’s up? Did you really think I was gonna die?” you said, lightly pushing his shoulder, “Come on, now.”

“Don’t try to brag. You know you only got lucky.” he said calmly, before looking up at you. He smiled as he usually did. “If you did die because you were dumb enough not to understand, it wouldn’t be any of my concern.”

“Says who?” you said, “You’re the one supposed to understand the games better than anyone else. Especially Diamonds ones.”

He remained silent, fingers toying with his bottom lip. You scoffed and shook his shoulders before pulling him up. Before he could even say anything, you wrapped your arms around him. “It’s okay, I know you were fucking scared. So was I.”

“I wasn’t.” he said, not moving away, “Besides, the problem doesn’t lie here. The problem is that it took me this long to understand what was up with the rules of the game. I focused too much on the fact that two players could win and that it wasn’t fitting— I wasn’t focused enough, not on the right things. It could’ve cost us our lives.”

“Even geniuses have moments of weakness.” you said monotonously, but genuinely. “And this wasn’t even weakness. This was just a miss. It happens to everyone. Even you. Besides, you haven’t slept in way too long.”

He sighed, still annoyed, but still not pushing you away. “Let’s go back. I’m tired.” he said, setting a hand on your shoulder to move away, but only turning so you’d walk side by side. “This was a pain.”

You chuckled besides him and walked away from the bloodbath of the game.

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Top Three Reasons why NMJ is not a righteousness beacon

Okay screw poking the bear I'll share my possibly controversial Nie Mingjue thoughts below. Long post ahead!

Disclaimer: I don't condone what JGY did to him. At all. I don't condone what JGY did period. But NMJ is not perfectly just and fair in his dealings and I think we should acknowledge that as part of his character (which I love btw, he's very well constructed and having flaws is what makes him interesting)

Number One: NMJ is a hypocrite. The Nie cultivate a path that leads to gradual descent into madness, and is so severe that the resentment built up in their sabers lives on for years.

Knowing all this, NMJ joins the cultivators rallying against WWX and his ghost path of cultivation because it's "corrupting" and "evil" and "unorthodox"? As if your own isn't?! Bffr, Chifeng-Zun.

Number Two. His stance on justice and worth of life is inconsequential

Politically, I understand that defending WWX freeing the Wens would have been problematic, because the Jin made sure there was a consensus of hatred against WWX (and Jiang Cheng did nothing to alleviate any of that when he had the chance to explain why WWX saved the Wens).

And even if the Nie were a great sect as well, the Jin were still most powerful at the time, and the Wen work camp was in their territory (even if the staff was from multiple sects). Plus, NMJ didn't seem to be personally concerned with the fairness of the treatment the Wen had been subjected to... because they were Wens and NMJ had a personal vendetta against them as a collective

Why does this matter? Because NMJ makes it a point to emphasize that he never kills senselessly, for selfish desires or acclaim, and becomes angry enough to be violent when questioned about how he decides who deserves to die by his hand and whether he is certain his reasoning is right (Chapter 10, Volume 2, 7seas).

JGY popped off with this one, even if he rolled down the stairs for it - because he is right. NMJ can't be sure he made the right choice because such a choice is a matter of subjectivity and circumstance. JGY deciding his life is more than important than others' falls exactly in line with that, even if his views don't agree with NMJ's.

And NMJ himself illustrates it as well - he joins in the mob agreeing that the Wens at the work camp deserved to be tortured and killed even if they did not directly contribute to the war:

"Showed mercy how?" Nie Mingjue demanded. "Wasn't the Wen Clan of Qishan the culprit behind the Jiang Clan of Yunmeng's annihilation?"

(...) Nie Mingjue was indifferent to such logic. "She remained silent and raised no objections while the Wen Clan committed atrocities. That is no different from watching from the sidelines"

NMJ himself was merciless and silent to the slaughter of the innocent, even contributed to it - because his own principles told him it was fair to do so. Did he ever listen to anything but those? No. Was it right? Obviously not.

Nowhere in the book is there any Nie convoy sent to scout the Burial Mounds and see that Wei Ying wasn't building an army or a sect or anything the Jin were claiming. Because NMJ couldn't care less, because those were Wens and by his own principles, they needed to die.

And then he parades around as somebody who doesn't kill those who do not deserve it. Very ironic.

Number Three: his judgement comes from a largely privileged position.

Of course he doesn't understand (or even bother to try) what JGY means by his little speech on needing to make sacrifices and following orders to survive in the political realm - because NMJ himself never had to bother with such things.

He was feared and respected from the start as a Sect Leader and had a hard time understanding how life for someone below that rank could be like. He does support JGY as his deputy and writes him a recommendation letter - but that's obviously not enough for someone with JGY's past and the many prejudices against him due to it.

Even as many times as Lan Xichen tries explaining this to NMJ, he only seems to grudgingly listen but not agree. In his worldview, it is merit that should matter when building one's reputation. Reality is entirely different - but how could the son of a noble, sect leader all his life, understand and emphatize with that?

Of course, JGY absolutely did not need to do All That™️, but his struggle to prove himself to his father and the world (backed up by quite a bit of paranoia) becomes clearer if you look at it from the point of view of an outcast with a wretched origin trying to make a name for himself in the world.

NMJ didn't do that. Instead he labeled JGY as a power-hungry, manipulative, self-centered son of a whore and treated him accordingly - distrustfully and suspiciously.

Since JGY was already doing a lot of shady things (re: the Xue Yang issue that NMJ was keen on resolving via execution), having NMJ on his case was the last thing he could have possibly wanted - so, he resorted to the mdzs version of musical arsenic poisoning (because he would have never in the history of ever convinced NMJ he had no ulterior motives).

Again, that does not justify JGY speeding up NMJ's dying process. And JGY fucked around and found out big time about 13 years or so later. But if you look at things his way, what other solution was there for him to not only survive but also thrive in Jinlintai?

Could NMJ have prevented any of JGY's actions? Debatable. Personally, I think not. But he would have probably died later (by not making himself a direct antagonist to JGY and inviting death at his doorstep), and perhaps he could have even managed to prove (at least to Lan Xichen) that JGY wasn't as well-intentioned as he painted himself to be (by running covet investigations or something of the sort).

To conclude, NMJ is symbolic for a privileged class that believes in merit because it has never had to endure prejudice, and that is too divorced from the hardships of the underprivileged to understand them.