#I don't think I expressed 100% of what I want to or stated this quite as well as I'd like

[i-heart-hxh]

Does killua know gon loves him?

Hi anon! This is such a simple question, but not a simple one to answer. I'll do my best, though!

So, I think the answer is both yes and no, in different ways.

Yes, in the sense that Gon has directly expressed his appreciation of and admiration towards Killua multiple times, said he enjoys being with him and wants to stay with him, and even called him his best friend at the end of Greed Island (really BEST friend, 最高の友達, saikou no tomodachi--I think the translation of "best friend in the whole world" gets the emphasis of this phrase across pretty well).

He said it "Has to be Killua," (キルアじゃなきゃダメなんだ, Killua ja nakya dame nanda) in the dodgeball match, which has implications both during the match and outside of it, that Killua is the only one he fully trusts and the only one who can be by his side for something this pivotal. This phrase has romantic implications, essentially the subtextual meaning is "Killua is the only one for me," hence why Killua reacts as strongly as he does to it. Notice how much he hides his face on this page.

So, I think it's silly to say Killua has no idea Gon cares about him deeply and values him. There are so many moments where Gon says things like this. It's partly why Killua loves Gon so much, because Gon isn't afraid to express that level of love and care and appreciation towards him, as uncomfortable as he acts about it. He's just unused to that receiving kind of praise and attention simply for being himself, rather than being praised for his abilities.

With Killua's views of himself, it's hard for him to fully accept Gon's affection and take it to heart, but luckily Gon is straightforward and doesn't hold back, and keeps repeatedly telling Killua how much he means to him. As the series goes, they form a strong mutual bond and relatively good understanding of each other.

The problem is that multiple things happen in Chimera Ant Arc to disrupt Killua's sense of where he belongs in Gon's life.

He "fails" by fleeing from Pitou with Gon and "leaving Kite to die." While Gon doesn't blame Killua for the decision he made and neither does Kite, Killua nonetheless certainly blames himself for this to a degree. (Remember the scene with Morel and Knov mocking him?) It doesn't help that Bisky tells him that because of his inability to face opponents he sees as stronger than him, he'll eventually leave Gon to die. Then he watches the awful ramifications of what Kite's death does to Gon, knowing he had a role in what happened.

Gon goes on the date with Palm, and Killua variously misinterprets this whole situation to mean that Gon has been on real dates with women previously (I do not think he had been on any dates in an actual romantic sense), Gon actually might have romantic feelings towards Palm, and that they're in some degree of a relationship even after Gon tells her they can't be together and Palm quietly dumps Gon in favor of Knov after the date. This sends Killua spiraling into his whole "Are we friends? Or are we teammates?" concerns, in conjunction with the next factor.

Gon's "I swear... I'll take on that bastard myself," about Pitou, and the later "This has nothing to do with you," line. Remember how much Gon relied on Killua in the dodgeball match, and how much that meant to Killua? Remember how Killua very nearly died and his last thoughts were apologizing that he wasn't more useful to Gon? Killua stakes his whole sense of self on being useful to Gon, so when Gon makes taking down Pitou a solo mission, Killua doesn't know what role he has at Gon's side any more.

I'm sure there are plenty more factors I'm leaving out, but these are the main issues that lead to the gulf that develops between them during the course of Chimera Ant Arc.

Ever after all of this, they're still friends, they're on reasonably good terms when they part even though it's complex and fraught, but there's just so much they're not saying to each other about how they really feel.

I think Killua still knows Gon cares about him with the way they leave off--they agree to stay in touch, say they'll meet again, Killua even teases Gon about the way he treated him a few times and sees that Gon feels awful when he brings it up. I'm sure Gon apologized to Killua when they first saw each other again after all of that, no matter how non-comprehensive that apology may have been.

But, I do think Killua sees his feelings towards Gon as deeper and of a different nature than how he assumes Gon feels towards him. He may even feel a degree of guilt about the extent and nature of his feelings, with an assumption that, as much as Gon cares about him, Gon doesn't reciprocate Killua's romantic feelings. It may be one of many puzzle pieces contributing to the separation.

I think Killua has strong beliefs about Gon not returning his feelings in a romantic sense, which is part of what leads to how much pain he goes through in Chimera Ant Arc and beyond. But these beliefs are less about what Gon does or doesn't do--because *I* believe Gon has romantic feelings for Killua, even though he likely doesn't recognize them as such yet, and obviously in CAA his relationship with Killua is not at the forefront of his mind--but more about how Killua sees himself and how he projects that self-perception on Gon.

The thing is, Killua hasn't directly expressed his feelings (even on a friendship level) towards Gon either. and even hides how much he does for Gon, so Gon also doesn't fully understand the weight and degree of Killua's feelings for him either. He sees what Killua does for him and I'm sure he knows that's a way Killua expresses friendship to him, but at the same time, the reasons or feelings or depth behind those actions remain unspoken, so how is Gon supposed to know fully where Killua is coming from?

As much as he may have some inklings of Killua's feelings from reading his body language and all the time they spent together, it's not something that has been confirmed or stated the way Gon has expressed his feelings. So, it makes sense that these two boys might assume the other doesn't love them back the same way they love each other, because their own self-esteem is so low and they don't see themselves as deserving of the kind of love they have for each other.

So, in response to your question, both yes and no, and "It's complicated," too.

[midnight-black2]

Ahh this is my first time requesting anything but I need prompt 5 for Farleigh 🙈

Imagine him being cocky for getting a higher score than reader and reader basically putting him in his place. 🫣🫣 (also i’m absolutely obsessed with your writing!!)

𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘

pairing : farleigh start x reader

synopsis : pretty much what the req says

disclaimers : sub!farleigh, dom!reader, public sexual intercourse (idk what this is called), handjob (m!recieving), slightly mean reader, degradation, ruined orgasm, probably more lol

note : thanks for the compliment ! hope you enjoy this '

it was by five points, five fucking points, and all farleigh did was torture you about it.

typically, you scored higher than him, mostly because you just straight up put in more effort. he couldn't care less about studying, he was just a naturally good tester. for this reason, he normally knew his place. but the one time he studied and you didn't, the one goddamn time. he wouldn't let you live it out, all he would ever do was talk about it, teasing you and making fun of you.

"wow Y/N, i think you're falling off," he stated, with a sarcastic, disapproving look. he was leaning over, hovering over your shoulder to get a proper look at your score. you were flabbergasted, you actually got a 95%. farleigh had gotten an 100%. if was quite literally embarrassing. that was when it first happened, but he didn't leave it there, oh no.

"ah-ah, don't you think i should skip ahead of you?" farleigh asked, his annoying voice startling you from your thoughts.

"what?"

"well i got a higher score, those have always been our rules." the thing you hated most was that he was right. it was also stupid because he made the damn rule, and you didn't care about being ahead in the lunch line one way or another. you figured the only reason he had done it was to make victory that much sweeter when he actually did score higher than you. so you stayed silent, letting him sit ahead of you.

and another incident...

"so if anyone here needs tutoring, don't hesitate to ask. our programs are specifically designed to connect students while effectively getting them to learn," mrs. abram spoke, as she handed out tutoring flyers.

farleigh shot you a glance, before mumbling your name, and covering it up with a fake cough. you groaned, with a sigh before frustratedly stuffing the flyer in your bag. he was being insufferable, and there was only so much you could take.

the final (notable) time he teased you, you two were partnered on a history project, the exact class he had excelled on the exam in. of course, just your fucking luck.

as he sat down, he had this complacent smirk on his face that you wanted to slap right off. he set the assignment papers down on the desk, and turned over to face you.

"well, i'm glad we got partnered, yeah? you probably need my help," he said, mockingly.

"jesus christ farleigh it was five fucking points! get over yourself!" there it was, you snapped. it was only a matter of time, though it just so happened to be in the middle of class. farleigh's smirk only grew, as if this was what he had wanted the entire time. the teacher had scolded you for cursing, and almost dismissed you from class. fortunately, you managed to stay, and the whole time you felt the urgent need to snap farleigh in half.

finally, after what felt like days, the class ended. however, instead of heading to the next class, you followed farleigh down the hall, before pushing him inside of some random storage closet. he was about to ask you what you were doing, he was about to leave...until you said something.

"what the fuck, farleigh," you uttered, coldly. he faltered, something in the way you sounded made him feel some sort of way. it was dark, and farleigh couldn't make out much, but if he had to guess, your expression would have been that of a deadpan, glaring into his soul.

"i don't get why you're so mad. i scored higher, and that's final."

"i'm mad because you don't know your fucking place." you spat back, inching closer to him.

"yeah? and what's my place, hm?" he questioned. his voice had an edge to it, but more than that he was genuinely curious.

"beneath me," you answered, no hesitation whatsoever. did you say it because that's what you actually thought? no. were you angry? yes. did you think farleigh would get off to it? also yes--and, he did. he did so much that he was developing a hard-on.

"you sure about that?" he asked, voice wavering.

"your dick is," you replied, gripping his cock in his pants. his knees buckled, and he let out the smallest whimper, that was nearly inaudible. "you're so pathetic, farleigh."

"yeah? well you're still gonna give me a handjob. so pathetic or not at least-" he cut himself off with a moan as you squeezed roughly once again.

"just shut the fuck up for once," you instructed, as you unzipped his fly. you, not-so-gently, took his cock from his boxers. his tip was an angry flushed red, and leaking pre. you chuckled at the sight, and he turned to face away, embarrassed.

you thumbed at his tip, and he whined softly. your fingers formed a circle shape, before sliding up and down at mid-pace. if you didn't want to miss too much of your next class, you'd have to make this quick.

"f-fuck, Y/N," he moaned, bucking his hips up slightly. you placed a hand on his hips to keep them pinned. you sped up your pace just a bit.

"is this what you've been wanting, farleigh? i really don't know how you got an 100% because all you seem to do is think with this stupid cock of yours," you said, as it was your turn to smirk this time. his head tipped back with a strained moan.

"shit, oh my god," he cursed, feeling himself grow close to an orgasm already.

"guess i should've done this a lot sooner, hm? really would've shut you up." your hand became brutal, but god did he like it.

"please," he said, not even sure what he was begging for. it was too much for him.

"please? are you serious? you take what i give you, farleigh." he whined at that, cursing under his breath.

"fuck Y/N, i can't-i...i think im gonna cum," he stammered, as his legs felt light, like they would give out any second. and just like that, you stopped. he whined, as you shoved his cock back in his underwear, and zipped back up his pants. you had left him with a raging boner, and he felt he could cry at that. as you exited the closet, he couldn't help but fear what he had gotten himself into.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭��𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[drdemonprince]

CW: suicide, commitment, psychosis

My sibling is someone who unequivocally says being committed saved their life and was not inherently traumatic outside of the extremely traumatic mental health crisis that led to it. (However, our local psych ER/psych inpatient is probably one of the better ones and does not use any kind of restraints or force medication. They seem to have an okay track record explaining what the pills are and asking if the person can try them, which I get can still be coercive in some cases, but worked well with my sibling. Also, I was visiting them as much as I could every day, which they found really helpful, and I could keep my eye out for any issues.)

My sibling (~30) had a severe psychotic episode that doesn't quite fit any current DSM diagnosis. They went 0 to 100 from no suicidal ideation to actively attempting suicide in front of me due to delusions about being hunted by supernatural entities who would torture them. They finally could not sleep for days, and therefore I could not go to sleep because they'd try to kill themself. They were not dangerous to me intentionally, but one or both of us could have been hurt by me trying to take a weapon from them. They could not think at all outside of panic and delusions and had no short term memory, so they describe themself as having been incapable of understanding their condition. They weren't able to engage with any social interventions, because how would you have the time or bandwidth if you were living in terror of demons about to torture you and couldn't remember conversations from an hour ago?

They went to the hospital voluntarily after being stopped from attempting, but then they were committed because of aforementioned memory issues when they shortly informed the doctors they had to leave and kill themself. In a moment of lucidity, they were glad to be there, but they just couldn't stay lucid from moment to moment. Trying to get outpatient help in the weeks all this was escalating had been fruitless, with a lot of dismissive assholes, but these particular inpatient docs actually cared and asked how they were doing and figured out a dose of antipsychotics that made it all just... stop like a switch had been flipped.

Once they weren't operating under the terrifying delusions, they 100% did not want to die and were so relieved I stopped them and got help from others when it was becoming too dangerous to us both for me to intervene alone. I get that this kind of crisis is really different from living with chronic suicidal ideation or depression, which is something I personally deal with on a low level, but it was a genuine, terrifying situation where someone's expressed wishes were the opposite of what they wanted when they could understand their situation more fully.

I am allowed to share this, but if this is somehow not on anon, please delete it. Stigma about psychosis is REAL.

Yo this is super helpful, thank you for sharing. One of the trickier aspects of upholding disabled people's autonomy and taking a harm reductionist approach to suicide and self-harm is the fact that people in a state of psychosis may temporarily want something they would otherwise never want.

Though with some experience working through it with a caring and informed support network, it is possible to stand in for the person's stated desires and help them get through the period of lacking lucidity -- and of course psychosis can become a lot less destabilizing with time. i know someone who relies on a close friend to help ground them when they're having delusions and hallucinations -- a quick phone call is now enough to convince them they don't need to kill themselves, but that's after years of getting used to having psychotic states.

glad you and your sibling found solutions and made it through this okay.

[gloamvonhrym]

I’ve noticed multiple fic writers remark that they find reyson’s voice a little difficult to get a handle on, and I have written So Much reyson content. so I wanted to vomit my thoughts on what stands out in my mind when writing reyson :3 (this isn’t intended as a “how to” or whatever, just my personal perspective. enjoy a long thing)

PATH OF RADIANCE

reyson is a very temperamental character, but he is also quite proud and well-spoken. even at his worst, experiencing some very extreme emotional states, he is almost never incoherent with rage or grief. the closest he gets, that I can remember, is in PoR ch 15, when naesala shows him the still-desolate serenes forest, he comes out with a few trailing fragments (after which he regains some composure):

“The voice of the forest is still. Why... How did this...”

he also doesn’t threaten very much, compared to most other characters. he’s fiery, and he might sometimes say that people (humankind, eg, or izuka) will “pay” for their past actions, but he’s probably conscious of the fact that he can’t really back up physical threats. instead, when enraged, he tends to curse eloquently:

“...Unforgivable. How...how can they do things like this. Cursed humans ... What did this forest do? What did my clan do...” - PoR, ch 15 “Naesala, you wretch... Curse your eyes! How dare you do this to me...” - PoR, ch 16

he does, however, often falter. I know ellipses are basically their own character in the tellius games, but reyson’s PoR dialogue often suggests to me that he is muttering passionately to himself, or else forcing words out with some labor.

he also lapses into Ancient, seemingly at moments of great shock or disorientation (when he reunites with leanne, eg, or the same scene as above, when he sees serenes). re: this and the above, it’s worth remembering that the Modern Tongue is his second language. I like to think that his frequent hesitations may be an aspect of this.

his pride has some notable and obvious weak points. in PoR, he objects heartily to tibarn sending janaff & ulki along to protect him. after that, ike mentions to ulki that reyson “kept apologizing”. indeed, reyson seems like a bit of an over-apologizer - when it comes to tibarn and the hawks specifically, although he also humbles himself before naesala in ch 15 (whoops). in some cases, his apologies seem proud enough - it’s a noble thing, after all, to be able to apologize when necessary, as well as to have a strong sense of obligation (to the hawks, also to naesala, also to ike). but that he “kept apologizing”, over something that wasn’t even his decision, suggests something a bit more pathological. reyson presents as a proud creature, but his survivor’s guilt, and his sense of being a defenseless burden, are made obvious. and he displays particular deference to tibarn, whom he seems to regard as an authority figure - although not so much of an authority figure that he can’t be argued with or gainsaid. (see below.)

ymmv on this, but related: I interpret reyson as something of a people-pleaser, especially as of PoR. in addition to the apologizing vis a vis the hawks, it’s almost heartbreakingly easy for naesala to manipulate him throughout their whole arc. anytime reyson criticizes him or expresses doubt, all naesala has to do is invoke their old friendship, and reyson seems to fold more or less instantly. (reminder: reyson is a heart-reader. naesala engages him in all this nonsense with the intent of tricking him and selling him to a slaveowner. reyson is 100% correct to have doubts, and should know this. naesala is gaslighting him. but he wants desperately to believe that naesala is his friend.)

Reyson: Naesala! Naesala: Yes? Reyson: Thank you. For everything you've done. I... I appreciate it. Naesala: Don't be ridiculous. We're old friends, are we not? Reyson: Right you are! Old friend.

abandonment issues are a real bitch, huh

after leanne is kidnapped by the black knight, tibarn approaches reyson, and verbally takes responsibility for the incident. reyson attempts to tell him that it’s fine, but tibarn brushes him off, perhaps out of shame and guilt. this follows:

Reyson: Tibarn, may the fortunes of war be with you. Tibarn: And you as well. Don't try anything too dangerous. (Exit Tibarn) Reyson: ... Ike: ...Reyson? Reyson: My apologies, Ike. Though I knew this was coming... It's still... difficult. Ike: Don't apologize. You've nothing left to prove to me. Reyson: ...Ah... ... Ike: ...

this little moment is somewhat opaque to me. when reyson says “I knew this was coming”, it’s kind of unclear what he means. but he’s very affected: I think this is the most lost-for-words we ever see him. it seems like he’s referring to tibarn’s rather brusque departure, but he and tibarn have already been separated prior to this. it might be that he finds it exceptionally difficult to be on the receiving end of tibarn’s guilt and accept his apologies (“wait a minute I’M the one who apologizes to YOU”), and is upset that they’ve parted on such unsettled terms. (he also apologizes to ike here, for no overly apparent reason - for being lost in thought, I guess)

reyson is also: very stubborn. despite his moments of overapologizing or lowkey fawning, once he gets an idea in his head, it is difficult to argue him out of it. eg: when he learns that naesala is on the battlefield, he refuses to speak a word to him. eg: tibarn, upon delivering reyson to ike as a party member, drily remarks that reyson insisted upon this “quite unreasonably”. see also:

reyson & tibarn’s reunion in serenes forest, in PoR ch 17 pt 4, I think makes for a good reytib case study re: pre-canon and mid-PoR rey:

Tibarn: Reyson! Are you well? Reyson: Tibarn! How did you-- Tibarn: Nealuchi told us everything. Reyson: Oh... Allow me to apologize. I left on my own without a word to you, and this is what happened. Tibarn: As long as you're unharmed, all is well. Let's go home.

(despite having been the one victimized, reyson’s first reaction - after establishing how tibarn found him - is to apologize to tibarn, sort of stiffly; implicitly for the recklessness of acting without leave, and/or the inconvenience of needing rescue. tibarn reassures him.) (one must wonder if they’ve had similar conversations before.) (they have definitely had similar conversations before.)

Reyson: Please, give me a little time. I cannot allow these humans to remain in the forest. Tibarn: I understand how you feel, but we're completely outnumbered. Let us wait for another day-- Reyson: Once I stand at the altar, I can take care of them. Every one of them. Tibarn: You can't mean... Are you thinking of using the forbidden magic? Reyson: ...Yes. I will sing those monsters the dirge of ruin.

(chilling calm, on reyson’s part - he outlines his plan with self-assured clarity, as if reassuring tibarn in turn: “no, see, it’s okay, I can simply commit an affront to nature and destroy them all, every single one, and also myself, and then things will be fine” babygirl things will not be fine)

Tibarn: Are you mad?! You mustn't! I can't allow it! Reyson: With permission or without, I do what I must! It is retribution for genocide! Retribution for this forest!

(tibarn reacts with outrage, and attempts to assert authority. perhaps this isn’t the response reyson wanted or expected - despite his apologetic demeanor just moments ago, he is provoked to righteous anger. he counters tibarn passionately, and directly states his intent to disobey. stubborn lad fronts like he defers to tibarn, but doesn’t, really. (see also, again, reyson making tibarn bring him back to ike)

Tibarn: Reyson! You must not let yourself be ruled by despair! Each member of the heron tribe is an embodiment of balance! Do this, and you warp your very existence! Reyson: That's what they all said... My family. My tribe. And then...they died. The humans were drunk with joy. They laughed! They sang! ...And then they slaughtered us like livestock. My mother, my brother, my elder sisters... Even my infant sister, Leanne! All killed in a single night. Tibarn: Reyson... Reyson: I know. This thing I intend to do brings dishonor to my house. And yet ... I cannot forgive. And their past actions weren't enough; now, they violate the sanctity of the forest without a trace of regret! Accursed humans... I will never forgive them!

(tibarn invokes the Heron Ideal, what herons are “supposed” to be like - creatures who don’t defend themselves. this most of all seems to trigger reyson, who now describes the most traumatic event of his life in a succinct rhetorical monologue, in order to explain why he must act. the fact that he knows what tibarn is going to say before he says it suggests, again, that they have had similar conversations before. tibarn was going to make an appeal to honor, which hawks value; reyson brushes this off, so implicitly he 1) values revenge over the ideals of his people, and/or 2) thinks himself an unfit representative of heronkind anyway. self-destruction and disregard for his own safety is a major theme in his character arc & history - see also his supports with ike - but it seems he habitually goes about it in considered, methodical ways: even acts that might seem impulsive still have logic and thought behind them, albeit very skewed logic. he is not being portrayed as a lunatic here. even in the throes of self-destructive fury, he elucidates himself eloquently. like a prince, one might say.)

Tibarn: Don't you think we understand that? Reyson: ... Janaff: That's right! Prince Reyson, there's no need for you to reject your honor based on the likes of them! Ulki: The tragedy of the herons... The horror and pain of that night...lives on in all of us.

(tibarn coming in with the counterargument of all time: “yeah dude I know.” also I like to imagine tibarn just elbowed hitherto-silent janaff & ulki in the ribs to get them to chime in. to this, reyson says… nothing. ymmv on why, but to me this indicates some self-absorption: it’s difficult for him to see beyond his own pain. the suggestion that the hawks, too, grieve the serenes massacre - that he is NOT in fact alone in his suffering, that retribution doesn’t rest solely on his shoulders - is disruptive to him, and perhaps causes him to shut down a little.)

Tibarn: Let's return to Phoenicis, and think of a plan. You are right. This will not stand. The full power of the hawk nation is behind you. The humans will pay. Reyson: ...As you wish...

(from here tibarn is able to get reyson in hand - by offering empathy for his pain, promising to appease his desire for revenge, and suggesting that this is only a delay; in short, by further establishing that reyson isn’t alone. it seems only semi-successful, though. reyson capitulates, but only reluctantly - he may or may not believe that what the hawks promise will be adequate.)

RADIANT DAWN

in RD, we get less of reyson (boo scrapped supports booo) but the reyson we do get has undergone some visible growth while still retaining key aspects of his initial character. overall, he seems a more self-assured, confident, stable person. his purpose is in family (both hawks & herons) and friends, rather than the grimdark stuff. he still displays plenty of his signature stubbornness, and pride, and a bit of temper. he’s also at his best and most physically/magically powerful throughout a lot of RD, thanks to ashera’s judgment. some notes:

his chief attribute seems to be stubbornness: when he goes to check on tibarn following the phoenicis massacre, he comes in dashing ahead of janaff and ulki, who are begging him to wait and leave tibarn alone for a while. his concern for tibarn overrides all other considerations, including, seemingly, tibarn’s own will (also results in the infamous had-to-tie-him-to-the-bed joke).

he is still well-spoken; he exhibits more focus and restraint when he curses people, although he does certainly still curse people (naesala)

instead of apologizing to the hawks for being a burden, he seems to have developed a more conscientious sense of loyalty (a hawkish sort of honor, one might say). his empathy for the phoenicis massacre, as a survivor of genocide himself, isn’t really explicitly unpacked, but afterwards he refuses to be escorted to safety in gallia:

Reyson: I've lived with the hawk tribe for twenty years. They are my family. I'll... I'll stay here and fight.

tibarn no longer openly orders janaff & ulki to guard reyson. instead, the two beg ike not to let reyson know their purpose, and to just play it off like they’re joining the mercenaries. it seems that reyson, despite no longer being self-destructive, still doesn’t like being babysat. if he knew, would he be apologetic about it again? or would he get annoyed, which the hawks don’t want because they’re all heron-whipped by now? I’m inclined to think it’s the latter these days. (worth noting that tibarn is knowingly going against reyson’s wishes here. worrywart)

before singlehandedly reviving duke renning - an unprecedented act- reyson reassures tibarn, saying not to worry for him because he’s “grown a lot”. contains multitudes

something more often neglected: reyson in PoR displays some kind of sad naïveté, especially where naesala is concerned; conversely, in RD, he has moments that are almost childlike, with a much happier affect. this exchange between him and tibarn often gets eclipsed by how fuckoff gay they are, but I like the implication that herons are a little bit incomprehensible to normal people, and this can manifest in a bit of cloud cuckoolander behavior (I wonder how else it might have manifested in all those years he was less stable):

Tibarn Reyson! Where are you!? Reyson: Over here, Tibarn. Tibarn: What are you doing so early in the morning? Reyson: I'm hunting for treasure! Tibarn: Could you repeat that?

last thing: reyson is interesting in dialogue with ashnard as well as micaiah. he doesn’t exactly argue with them, nor do much raging. if given the opportunity, he questions them almost socratically - he asks ashnard what he believes and why; he does the same thing with micaiah when they’re at odds, and then presents his own thesis (more gently and sympathetically with micaiah than with ashnard, obviously):

Reyson: I am Reyson. My brother told me about you. That is why I'm here. Please pull back your troops. Our enemy is not Daein. This is not your fight. Am I not correct? Micaiah: I know how you feel... (…) But I must keep fighting. Reyson: Why is that? Micaiah: This fight is my king's will. (…). I believe that our king will lead the people of Daein to happiness. Reyson: ...I see. I understand your position. Please accept my apology for asking the impossible. Micaiah: What? What do you mean? Reyson: You are fighting to protect your beliefs. I understand that now. But remember that we also cannot, and will not, pull back. We both carry a heavy burden. That's why we're here.

I just think it’s fun, the difference between mid-PoR “blinded by hatred nobody-could-possibly-understand-my-pain” Reyson, and end-PoR/RD “let me make sure I have my enemy’s rationale down correctly so I can respond with devastating precision” Reyson. (notably, in PoR, he extends this courtesy to naesala after the summit.)

anyway that’s a big mess of a post but maybe someone will find it a little inspirational or something if they feel like writing reyson. & pls do write about reyson, whether you take my analysis into account or not. pls. inflict situations on my most precious boy. 🕊️

[1000sunnygo]

The Three Captain's Interview (2021) Part 2: Mayumi Tanaka as Luffy & Namikawa Daisuke as Kidd - Translated

The ask I received got deleted, I'm sorry! 😩

I've decided not to half-ass it, here's the remaining part of the interview with Namikawa san and Mayumi san's answers.

👒 : Tanaka Mayumi (Luffy)

🌷 : Namikawa Daisuke (Captain Kidd)

+ Kamiya Hiroshi as Law (already translated, check here)

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Q. How did you feel when you got the role?

👒: I was mostly indifferent, as the work (the manga) itself was unknown to me back then. In retrospect, I think it was for the best. I mean, if you know it's a deeply beloved work, you'd feel greedy, won't you? That's why I passed the audition without feeling nervous. Looking back now, maybe it matched Luffy's freedom.

🌷: I remember vividly. Among the eleven rookies with more than 100 million bounty, Kidd's was the highest. I had a clear image of the voice that would express Kidd's powerful appearance, but I couldn't imagine myself playing the role of Kidd. So, I didn't know how to do the voice. I kept thinking about it while recording. I still have a hard time doing Kidd's voice, but it was even harder back then than it is now.

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Q. Did you have any specific thoughts or feelings while playing in One Piece?

👒: In One Piece, there is the unshakable pillar called 'Eiichiro Oda' , but it's not enough to rely on him. I want people to think, "Wow, One Piece really is amazing" when - including myself, all the individual creators' imagination, music, scenarios, and everything else come together! We'd like to continue to create moments in anime that surpass the original manga.

🌷: Many One piece fans would say it's "fire" when expressing their opinions. Thinking about what makes them feel fired up, I can clearly see it in the scripts. The lines of a good scene are spread over several cuts. I feel that the timing; or rather, the process of speech delivery is given a high importance. So, in pursuit of an impact on the audience, when the scripts says "haah?" I myself try to stretch it with "HA~aah??" - to make everyone feel even more fired up.

[T/N: The Japanese word used was "hot", while "fire" expresses a different type of feeling, I think it works as a closer substitute.]

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Q. Impression of the character you're currently playing?

👒: Someone who accepts his weakness, says "I can't" when he can't do something and then relies on his friends, and never wavers from the freedom of doing so.

🌷: He's surprisingly kind and considerate of his crew mates. He'd often say "Let's go!" and bring along some of them, but that's not because he's afraid. I interpret it as saying, "I'll protect y'all no matter what, so let's enjoy the thrill of going ahead together!"

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Q. Thoughts on Mayumi Tanaka's Luffy?

🌷: Unwavering...isn't he? The story moves on, but the same old Luffy is always there. Regardless of the state you're in while watching anime, you can always relax and enjoy One piece. I think this is where Mayumi san's Luffy comes off as an undisputed champion. It's quite difficult to keep things the same for decades, so I have deep respect for it.

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Q. Thoughts on Daisuke Namikawa's Kidd and Hiroshi Kamiya's Law?

👒: Some voice actors separate their personal lives from work, but those two are as transparent as I am! It doesn't have to do with their roles, but that makes it comfortable to work with them, so I enjoy it a lot.

🌷: Law looks cool, but he has his passionate sides; he has the calm aura, but he also becomes emotional. You need to incorporate a variety of elements to express those subtle ups and down in a Law-like manner, so I think it's an incredibly difficult role. That's why I think Kamiya kun puts a lot of thoughts and efforts in his performance.

That said, I can't help but feel a storm of jealousy regarding their rankings in the worldwide popularity poll (laughs). Law was in top 5, and Kid was 23rd. Even though they don't have the same screentime frequency, they were introduced at the same time, yet the difference was so big... Like, I understand Law's charm, but it was frustrating!

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Q. Do you think it's possible to win against Kaidou?

👒: Of course, it's possible. But the absolute winner has to be Tesshô Genda (Kaido's voice actor). I don't think I can compete with that deep voice.. Well, I'd win though (laughs)

🌷: I want to believe that Kidd wouldn't lose his heart over his defeats. He doesn't intend to be beaten by anyone.

(T/N: Fun fact, Mayumi Tanaka doesn't read the manga. She only learns the manga's events when she reads her script. Sanji's actor Hiroaki Hirata does the same, and he admitted that he doesn't know much of the parts of story where sanji is absent.)

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Here's my other problem with tumblr discourse: even when I make the context/intended interpretation of a post really explicit, people ignore this context and respond to it in like... for lack of a more charitable term, a discoursebrained way.

So a while ago I made a post about some ethical intuition I had, and at the top I put a huge disclaimer which said something to the effect of "this is just an expression of my feelings, it's not meant to be a philosophically airtight position, please don't take it as such", followed by a readmore and then the actual post. Why did I do that? Because I figured that if I didn't, people would nitpick it in various technical ways that missed the basic point. Lo and behold several people still did that, and when I replied basically restating the disclaimer, one of them said "oh I didn't even see that. Well I think if you post a half-baked thought online I retain the right to nitpick it".

I guess that's true. My blog is public. But the point is that I want to use my blog for certain things and not others, right, that's what I'm attempting to do. And people seem actively resistant to my attempts to guide the discussion on my blog in certain directions, which makes blogging less enjoyable. Of course some people will always do that, that fact doesn't bother me, but it feels like the irrelevant/point-missing discourse so often overshadows the meaningful discourse that I start to feel less of a desire to put in the effort.

Like, the point of issuing that disclaimer was to say, as explicitly as I could manage, "I am trying to have a discussion about feelings and intuitions here, I am aware there might be ways these intuitions are not fully consistent, but that is not the discussion I'm trying to have". But even so explicit an attempt to specify a conversation topic does not work; the discourse machine demands a certain kind of engagement and that is the engagement every post will get no matter what.

I don't want to put the person who missed my disclaimer on blast: it's honestly an error that anyone could make and on its own it's no big deal. If said person is reading this: you didn't do anything wrong and I am not mad at you, to be 100% clear.

It's not a one-off mistake that bothers me, it's the fact that this is how discussions on here so often go that putting in the effort to discuss things productively often feels wasted.

Another example of this that... if you go through my #society tag, you will see a lot of uncertainly in my phrasing. You will see me say a lot of "it seems like we should..." and "we should find some mechanism to..." and so on and so forth. Why? Because, as I've mentioned before, I've gotten a lot out of political discourse on here. When it's good, I actually find it quite good. But it's good when it has a constructive or collaborative tone, when I am bouncing ideas or thoughts back and forth with someone. Generally I am trying to invite this kind of discourse.

Sometimes, again, I say it really explicitly. I don't have them off the top of my head, but I know there are quite a lot of #society posts where I've said something quite straightforwardly to the effect of "here are some niche social/political issues I've been contemplating, does anyone have any ideas for how to respond to them". Obviously there's a spectrum in how explicit I am about this, but even when I'm really clear, most of the responses I get are still "discoursebrained", in the sense that they seem antagonistic and generally more interested in saying "X guys are cool and Y guys are lame" than in productively engaging with a set of ideas.

Even if you disagree with my claims or my premises, there is a way to state that which adds to a conversation instead of shutting down a line of inquiry. I am always trying to invite this type of mutually-productive discussion, and I so rarely achieve it.

Over the years my methods have changed. I come from a background of like, forums for specific nerd interests. Those places are plenty contentious, full of plenty of drama and disagreement. But ultimately, I always still felt that productive discussion was valued above destructive discussion; that because we were all united in a common goal of [doing our nerdy hobby], a comment where you build on someone's idea to say something useful to others or to introduce a new insight was generally valued above one where you just said "you're wrong for such and such reasons, hah!" or even "you're right for such and such reasons".

Coming from this background, I assumed this would also be the case on tumblr, and that I would not have to put in any extra effort to invite this sort of discourse. Alas, this was not true; even long and thought-out replies from respected discoursers often just amount to "here are the guys I agree with and here are the guys I disagree with, for such and such reasons". This is lame and boring and not appealing to me.

So over the years I've tried to be more and more explicit about what types of discussion I am trying to have, I've tried to tee up the sort of interactions I want as much as possible, but it hasn't really worked.

The problem is not strictly the quality or measuredness of the responses or their tone or anything like that. These are the things most people focus on when they critique the discourse, but I think they miss the point. The problem is that most responses don't seem to be intended to advance a mutually-productive discussion, they don't build on the base of what they are responding to, they just make various assertions and statements of allegiance in the vicinity of the material they are responding to and call it a day.

Maybe this is too harsh. I'm sure I do this too. And it's not always bad. Sometimes I use someone else's post openly as a jumping off point to elaborate my own ideas (although I try to be careful about this, and also make it somewhat clear that I am doing it), and this can be productive. I do actually want to hear people's ideas. It's not any single instance of these things I'm complaining about, it's just that discoursey responses seem to drown out all other types of discussion, even when you are really clear about what type of discussion you are trying to have.

So that's my complaint.

[bhaalbaaby]

Buzzing (5616 words)

Pairing: Minsc/Tav Warnings: First Time Minsc has done anything in 100 years, breast kinks, corny dirty talk, squirting, size kink A/N: I just need Minsc so bad like so bad hfdskalfhkdsahfjdkas Taglist:@spacebarbarianweird @tragedybunny @astarionsbeloved @razrogue @celestialomlette @rentheannihilator @rinmoon7

Read at AO3!

Penelope peers over her silver cup at Minsc as he boisterously retells how he defeated Mindflayers to the festival goers. Boo rests on his shoulder, squeaking details that Minsc forgot as the people watch rapt. She is curious to know if it's due to the loudness of his voice, the passion, or his size that draws the little crowd. She's watching, too, anyway.

His hands are quick as he expresses his emotions and actions through them. His eyes crinkle with every smile and laugh, his brow lowering when he tells about the doppelgängers. His face softens when he leans to Boo, a shy smile on his lips when he admits to details he omitted or forgotten. When his story finishes, his crowd disperses, going to the stage room where a new girl starts a routine, to get another pint, or gossip more. Minsc heads to the bar, his mouth dry from all his speaking. Penelope can think of a few things to wet it as she follows her old friend to the bar.

She sits next to him as he's handed a pint. "You should have been a bard, Minsc," Penelope states, resting her hand on his muscled shoulder.

He laughs, shaking his head. "Minsc does not have the way of the words like yourself, Miss Penelope. Boo pulls the strings, and Minsc does the swing."

Her eyes dance as she listens, sitting in the empty chair beside him. "That was poetic. You have to believe in yourself, big man." She smiles brightly as he rolls his eyes, leaning down to his small friend.

"I think our friend has had one too many. She is complimenting Minsc too much," He says in not quite a whisper. Boo squeaks back rapidly, shifty dark eyes going between the two.

Penelope is stone sober. She is never one to imbibe, and festivals have too many people for her to let her guard down. She only came out to Sharess' because Mamzell invited her, tempting her to return to her old ways.

Minsc turns to face her, his face suddenly serious. "Miss Penelope, Minsc knows you used to work here."

Her eyes widen, wondering if he had a detect thoughts spell going. She smiles wider as she tosses her hair over her shoulders. "And? What about it? Not every adventurer started out as an adventurer. I was thrusted into it like Astarion," Penelope explains, suddenly missing her beau.

Minsc rolls his eyes at the mention of the vampire but still stays close, too close. "You make a fine adventurer," Minsc says, still serious, sincere.

"Thanks, but it is not for me. Plus, I don't work here anymore." Penelope says, scooting herself back. She tries not to notice how long his lashes are and how pretty his eyes are.

"Then why invite Minsc?"

She chokes on her spit. "I didn't just invite you," Penelope starts, her eyes darting to Shadowheart, who sits with Nym, and Wyll, who talks to Queen Rhol. "I invited Jaheira too, but she doesn't like festivals," She adds, shrinking. He finally turns away, looking at Boo for his thoughts. "Did you think I invited you to sleep with you, Minsc?" Penelope asks when he says nothing more. She isn't sure if she should be offended or not. She had thought about it in passing before, but if she wanted a big hunk of muscle to toss her around, Halsin was there. Minsc showed no interest, and Penelope didn't chase.

Boo starts squeaking for Minsc, and he turns to her exasperated. "Boo thought so because of the location. I thought it was a lie because you do not seem interested in Minsc."

Penelope quickly glances at Hoots. Whatever sobriety she tries to keep goes out the window. She chuckles, biting her bottom lip and turning to face Minsc more, leaning into him so her breasts caress his bulky bicep. "I am interested in you, Minsc, but I didn't think you were interested in me," Penelope says, easily slipping back into her sultry tone, ignoring the warning squeaking from Boo.

Minsc, however, does not. His brown eyes flick to her chest and then quickly to the miniature giant space hamster. She sits back in her seat, her mind racing. Is she really going to do this? No doubt, Shadowheart and Astarion would both laugh at her, but they would both be curious about what the formerly known Stone Lord has. "Minsc is interested in you, but..." He trails off, his brow lowering. "It has been a while since Minsc has done anything like this."

Penelope gently touches his forearm. "Then, we'll go slow."

Boo squeaks once more, and Minsc clears his throat, "How much?"

Penelope chokes on her laughter, stroking his hairy arm as she shakes her head. "I don't work here anymore... I'm sure we can still get a room here." Penelope says before leaning closer to Minsc. "But no hamsters allowed, I'm sure you understand." Her teeth gently drag his earlobe and hoop earring, and he shudders.

Minsc’s arm wraps around her waist, pulling her closer, and he bends down slightly to Boo. "This is human business now, Boo. Minsc will report later." Boo salutes before scurrying off. Internally, Penelope sighs. She would have had to turn Minsc down if he insisted Boo stayed.

She slips from his grip, smiling warmly at him. "I have to find us a free room, love." She says playfully as she goes to the front.

Mamzell leans forward; her eyebrow raised in anticipation as Penelope approaches. "You're going to hate me," Penelope starts as she looks towards the keys.

"For free, my sweet?" Amira tsks but hands Penelope a room key.

"Only this once. Poor man hasn't fucked in a while," Penelope says quickly as she takes the key. "Thank you, Ma," She says warmly before turning to Minsc. She gingerly takes his hand, kissing the back of it. "Come on, let's go," Penelope says with a smile as she leads him to their room.

Penelope forgets how big Minsc is until he towers over her. Size usually doesn't matter until someone of his stature comes along to alight all her nerves with a curious flame. Her tail twitches at the thought, excitement traveling down the bone, making it almost vibrate as she unlocks the door. It's a standard love room, with nothing extraordinary besides the rose petals leading to the mahogany canopy bed and white marble bath. Minsc looks around in awe, letting her lead him to the bed.

"Is this to your liking?" She asks, noticing the bulge in his pants.

"Yes," He says hoarsely. She wonders if he's used to sleeping wherever Boo and he could find or crash with Jaheira now that they're both in Baldur's Gate. If this goes well... She shuts the thought down. Sleeping with Minsc once would be an experience, good or bad. Penelope should try it before planning to ride the Stone Lord again. She sits next to him, her tail resting around his waist.

"Minsc was curious about this," he says, reaching down to the tip. His rough fingers are surprisingly nimble and gentle with the fleshy appendage. Penelope laughs surprisedly, ignoring the jolts of pleasure that shoot to her brain as he strokes her tail. "I read that tails are very sensitive for the Tieflings. Is that true?"

She rolls her eyes, "Where did you read that?"

He looks at her long and hard, his fingers still stroking her pretty tail. "Minsc cannot remember these things..." He trails off, watching as she tries to hide the bliss.

She leans against him, resting her hand on his cheek. "Can I kiss you, Minsc?" She asks, her eyes half-lidded and voice full of lust.

Minsc's brow furrows, and he palms her shoulder, his hand engulfing her upper arm. "Miss Penelope..." His brown eyes are intense as he stares at her, suddenly holding her at arm's length. "Is that too forward?" He asks.

"Only if you say so," She replies, debating straddling him. "We don't have to do anything you do not want to, Minsc," She adds, though her tail gives away her thoughts, the subtle thumping against the bed going on behind him.

Minsc sighs, "That's the problem for Minsc. I want to do it all."

She laughs, kissing his cheek. "Then do you want to lead?" She asks, her fingers itching to take his clothes off. His hand trails down her arm to her hand, guiding it to his bulge. "Here?" She asks, her thumb brushing over his tip.

"Yes... Please..." She smiles knowingly, kissing the corner of his mouth as her hand massages his clothed erection. She wonders how long she has before he rips their clothes off, or would he be controlled? Her mind dances with her musing as she lifts his shirt slightly to reveal his hairy torso. She welcomes the sight, letting her fingers run over it, his muscles flexing as her other hand returns to its massage. She loves how hairy humans can be and resists the urge to lean down and sniff. Boo and Jaheira are good about keeping Minsc's upkeep, and today everything seems clean. She'd get her hormone sniff later, she decides as he palms her ass. Riding him would be intense, she thinks as she makes a trail of kisses from his jaw to his earlobe. His free hand returns to his breeches, pulling them down just slightly. Penelope doesn't skip a beat, wanting to see his rod spring out. She lets out a small satisfied coo, her eyes flicking from his cock to his flushed face.

Penelope wraps her hands around his thick cock, the deep groan from within his chest music to her ears. He's proportional, thank the Gods. She starts pumping him, his mouth slightly open as Minsc huffs. "Let me know if you want to stop, okay?" She states before sucking on his earlobe.

Minsc shudders, nodding, "Be gentle if you can."

She flicks her tongue on the dangling skin, amused at his statement. "Of course, my love. If it's too much, let me know..." Penelope whispers, kissing the side of his head. He nods again, his hips rocking with her hand. "My only requirement is that you don't come from a handjob," Penelope jokes, mostly to herself.

He doesn't reply, his hand slipping from her ass to the nape of her neck, guiding her to kiss him messily. She's talking too much, moaning against his mouth. He breaks the kiss, holding her face just centimeters away as he whimpers from her hand. Maybe this is all he needs, she thinks disappointedly before he tugs down her top, his grip still firm on her neck. She gasps, letting go of him to assist with her sudden undress carefully.

"Careful, Minsc! Don't wanna ruin this top," Penelope warns with a breathless laugh. Minsc doesn't listen, staring openly at her chest, his cock twitching at the sight of her breasts softly knocking into each other.

"May I?" He asks as Penelope tosses her shirt to the floor.

"Of course, love," She runs her hands over them, making them bounce more. He takes her breasts in his larger hands, massaging the masses. She bites her lip, watching as he ignores whatever more she says. Her breasts are perfect in his hands as they don't overwhelm his hands like others. He brings one closer to his face, quickly wrapping his lips around her budding nipple. She curses, resting her hand on his purple tattoo, sweat starting to bead. His tongue flicks and swirls around before he pulls back.

"This is not a dream, right Penelope?" He asks, brushing his thumb along the wet bud.

She shakes her head. "You dreamt about me?" She asks back as he guides her to lie down. His mouth returns to her breasts, suckling her nipples. She whimpers, trailing her finger up and down where his tattoo ends and his shaved head begins. She tests the waters, cooing, "Good boy..."

He stops, making a face. "Minsc is not a boy. He is a man."

Penelope's face flushes, and she nods, "You are a man, a big..." She starts to pull his shirt up, needing him more naked suddenly, "Strong... man..." He allows her to undress him, her hands quickly finding his chest. She resists the urge again, instead allowing her hands to roam over the thick pallet of hair. "You know, humans are hairier than Tieflings." She says softly, her eyes flicking up to him.

"Oh?" Minsc replies.

She nods, giving in, her face carefully going between his muscled chest and taking a small sniff. Handmade soap of lavender and balsam, and some sweat. No hard work yet. She trails kisses up to his neck, softly sinking her teeth into his heated skin.

His grip is fast and hard as he yanks her off. "Did Astarion get you, Penelope?" He asks as she shakes her head, the hair pulling turning her on even more.

"You are just so delicious." She replies, her fingers dragging down his chest and playing with his nipples. He doesn't seem to be as phased as she is as he grabs her wrist, guiding it back down to his cock. Wordlessly, she starts to stroke him again. He kisses her in response, their tongue intertwining as he moans against her mouth. She pulls away, ready to tell him to do something more, when there's a slight panic in his expression and tone.

"I'm sorry, Minsc cannot wait for much longer." She blinks at how quickly he moves, practically ripping her panties off and shoving his pants down more.

"Condom!" Penelope shouts, pointing to the bowl. Minsc quickly grabs one, rolling it over his thick shaft. She tries to hide her impatience as he finishes protecting himself, crawling over to her.

"Minsc dreamt about you once, but this is much better." He says quickly before hoisting her leg over his shoulder and slowly easing himself in. She curses again as she slides up the bed with his thrust. He watches in fascination as she rests her hands on his shoulder. She wishes he would have prepped her more as her hands slide down his hairy and toned chest and torso to between her thighs, whispering a lubing spell as he rocks his hips. It eases some of the friction as he picks up his pace, grunting. She squeezes around him, panting.

His moan is louder, more melodic, as he grabs her wrists, pushing them towards the bed. "That was naughty, Penelope." A wave of ecstasy rushes her skin as he restrains her, his hips slamming her into the squeaky bed.

"Gods, Minsc! Slow down!" She manages to say, her breathing getting too laborious as he leans into her, kissing her quiet. His kisses are sloppy, his tongue going everywhere. He pulls back, still holding her wrists.

"Minsc cannot slow down, or I will come." He states, letting her go to hold her hips that try to run away from his cock.

"If you don't slow down, I'll come!" She retorts, sitting up, capturing her breasts between her arms. He watches as they bounce, his mouth watering at the sight. "We can come together," Penelope adds, wrapping her leg around his waist.

"Minsc must be dreaming," He replies as he comes back down, his hand massaging her breasts and the other holding her wrist again.

Minsc. Fucking Minsc, Penelope thinks as he starts to fuck her harder, her moans increasing, as does the pressure between her thighs. She'll make a mess at the angle he's pressing her in. She flares her nostrils, her free hand trying to push him back. "I'm gonna..."

He kisses her silent again, his cock unrelenting with each stroke. Her body shivers as she can feel it coming, taking over her senses. "Minsc!" She cries against his mouth, rocking her hips with him. He pulls out at the last moment, Penelope gripping his shoulder hard as she explodes, the gush of warm, clear liquid spilling out on the bed.

Embarrassment grips her as Minsc watches, still entranced. His fingers are quick, rubbing at her swollen clit as her hips jolt back to life, her legs trembling. She cries out, closing her eyes tighter as he makes her ride through it.

"Is she a woman or fountain?" Minsc jokes before stuffing her with two of his thick fingers, making her sobs increase in volume. "Ah, a songbird." He says as she arches her back, her hands finding his wrist. She was going to pass out before he fucked her again, she thinks gleefully as he brings her closer to the edge again. How long did he say it's been again? She can't form the words to ask but doesn't know if she wants to be reminded. His fingers aren't enough to bring another eruption, but Minsc is still hard and ready. He removes his fingers, bringing them to his nose and sniffing them. His turn for smells. He quickly brings his hand down to his cock, rubbing himself off.

She's still a bit out of breath to tease him, feeling his hands on her legs, rolling her to her stomach. Her excitement cannot be undersold, the thought of him from behind raising the goosebumps on her scalp. Her tail caresses his chin as he slowly reenters, Penelope crying out as she grips the covers. He's even bigger in this angle, she thinks as he leans down, his whole weight on her back.

He wraps his arm around her neck, his skin cool and damp. She doesn't mind the muscles or the temperature, her eyes rolling back. She realizes as her toes curl that she can't run away in this position.

"Minsc, oh fuck me." She whines, panting as he picks up his pace, fucking her into her wet spot. She leans down, biting his forearm for relief. He gasps, grabbing her hair instantly as he pounds her. Mistake. She thinks immediately, heat starting to boil between her thighs. He isn't trying to be rough with her, and yet... More reckless. "Oh, please, please, please!" She whines. He unwraps her head, his hand gripping the cover beside her, grip still tight on her pink strands.

"Penelope is too good for Minsc," He pants, leaning back to watch as his cock disappears inside her weeping hole. He spanks her ass hard, watching as she seizes up, and her whimpers gain volume as he starts to thrust harder again. Her tail wraps around his offending wrist as he finally lets go of her hair.

"Like that," She cries, gripping the sheets for dear life. He grunts in response, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. His tip presses against her cervix with each stroke, the crack of the bedframe hitting the wall. He grunts in her ear as he sits up, his hips rolling against her ass. Her mind feels like mush, bliss icing her brain.

He pulls out suddenly, lying on his back. Penelope huffs, turning to face him, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Do you need a break?" She asks, welcoming the reprieve.

Minsc shakes his head, his hand finding the nape of her neck, his thick fingers knitting in her hair as he guides her down to kiss her hard. His other hand slips between her thighs, rubbing her swollen clit. She pulls away, gasping as she shudders. "No break..." She says, biting her lip as he keeps her head still, pecking her lips and chin.

"Minsc needs you on my cock again," He says after a moment, his fingers slipping inside her weeping hole. She whimpers, her legs trembling as he thrusts inside.

"How do you want me?" She asks softly, trying to keep her panting low. She spreads her legs, letting him pick up his pace, his dark eyes flicking down between her soft thighs.

"Such pretty petals..." He whispers before letting Penelope go, quickly readjusting as he sticks his head between her thighs. Penelope watches rapt as he sinks into the bed, his gaze locked on her pussy, as he gently removes his fingers, dragging the wet digits along her folds. He makes a trail of kisses down her tatted lower stomach until he reaches the tuft of hair just above her entrance. Penelope's impatience simmers as she glances down at him and around the room. She isn't sure if Minsc could eat her out well, if years of being frozen took that skill away from him or if he even had it. If he's too rough or bad, she could stop him.

His tongue is quick, surprising Penelope and bringing her back into the moment as Minsc begins lapping at her folds. She gasps, a shudder running down her spine. He laps a few more times before he pulls his head back, his fingers spreading her lips apart to find the treasure. Minsc seizes forward, suckling her pearl, moaning at her taste. Penelope whines, taken aback by how directly he acts, her legs wrapping around his head.

She arches her back, resting on the pillows. "Gods above!" She moans, her hands rubbing his damp head as he continues to give her clit all his attention. She glances down at him as his tongue flicks against her, her hips raising, tail thumping on the bed. As he suckles again, Minsc's fingers slither at her entrance, slowly thrusting into her hole. She bites her lip as she spreads her legs, giving him more access to his feast. He grunts in response, his fingers pumping as he lets his tongue explore her swelling button.

Penelope whimpers as she massages her chest, "Where'd you learn to eat pussy, my love?" She manages to ask, the curiosity getting the best of her.

Minsc sits back, still allowing his fingers to fuck her, his thumb rubbing gentle circles around her bundle of nerves, his gaze going to her furrowed brow that holds all her tension. "Minsc is more than just his brawn, Miss Penelope. Some skills I need to brush up on."

She imagines that he got around all those years ago, the stories he could tell. She smirks as she sits up, kissing him gently, her taste still on his tongue. "You flatter Minsc again," He says as he leans back down, his tongue tracing her budding button.

She mewls, letting herself get lost in his touch. "Minsc..." Penelope bites her lip as he kisses and sucks her clit, enjoying her whimpers.

He glimpses at her before he sits back again, raising his thick eyebrow. "What did you say earlier? Don't come from just my hand?" Minsc chuckles before he climbs back up, kissing Penelope hard. She closes her eyes, her hands resting on the sides of his clammy head.

"Then you should fuck me," Penelope says as he pulls away, her thighs squeezing around his wrist.

He laughs as he pulls his fingers out, examining his soaked fingers. "Minsc likes it when you get like this," He says before sitting her up.

"Get like what?" She asks, her mind clouded by how he's charmed her body.

"You are a little bossy... Bratty," Minsc says, raising his eyebrow as he lies back against the pillows. "I already knew that, but it is nice to be reminded," He adds as Penelope looks him over. His cock rests on his stomach, the condom slick with her juices. For a moment, she wishes she could see his leaky cock.

"How do you want me?" Penelope asks again, leaning forward, her breasts bouncing against each other. Minsc's brows lower as his hands find her hips. "Do you want me to ride you?" Penelope asks, feeling his hand massage her ass.

"I want you... On top of me... Yes." Minsc says, his free hand coming to her breast and guiding her nipple to his eager mouth.

"You want me to fuck you?" Penelope smiles, his warm mouth sending goosebumps down her skin. His hand comes down hard on her ass, a surprise spank. She cries out as he pulls away.

"Minsc's patience is running thin," He says as she smiles sweetly, hoping he'll spank her again.

She kisses his forehead as she kicks her leg over his thick waist. "Running thin?" She teases as he spanks her harder. She moans, closing her eyes tight. "Fine, fine! I get it!" Penelope laughs softly, his dark eyes burning into her.

Her hips slowly sink down, his cock feeling amazing as it slides in. She bites her lip as his fingers dig into her hips. Though she's on top, she can tell Minsc would be controlling the pace, not that she minded. She's here for the ride. Minsc groans with her, closing his eyes as he sinks into the pillows, his thighs steeling beneath her. She closes her eyes tight as Minsc rocks his hips.

"Penelope, you look so beautiful on my cock," Minsc hums as she tosses her head back, his hands leaving her hips, dragging up to her waist and breasts.

Penelope grimaces, hoping he won't talk more, the way he stares at her hard, his jaw clenching. She holds on to the headboard for a moment, her heavy breasts dangling in front of his face, teasing him for another bite. He takes the bait, his tongue swirling around her nipple as their hips grind, the friction and the way his hungry mouth takes her body, driving her closer to the edge. His dark lashes brush against his cheekbones, his fingers returning to her hips as he starts to guide the pace, needing her to move more.

She follows the subtle instruction, his mouth full as he swaps breasts. She moans, her grip on the headboard starting to slip as she huffs, lifting her hips slightly and bringing them back down, his moans growing in volume. He pulls his mouth away, his eyes hot as they meet hers. Penelope thinks the switch from earlier is almost jarring, as he is more in control, or at least seems that way.

"I want you to fuck me harder," Penelope says breathlessly, leaning back as she rocks her hips with him.

"Harder?" Minsc repeats, his hips coming up to meet hers, her body jiggling with the sudden force.

Her hands fall from the noisy headboard to splay on his chest as she nods quickly, "Yes!"

His hands grip her hips harder, picking up his pace. His body is hard under her thighs, and Penelope tries to balance out his thrusts, adjusting to her feet.

She can take it, she can... Can she? He watches as her chest reacts to his moves, hypnotized.

"Y-you're not even trying," Penelope says instead, peering down at the Stone Lord. Minsc's lips part, and his fingers press into her soft skin. There will be bruises later, she's sure, as he brings her down against him harder. Penelope's head dips down as she tries to keep her moans down, trying not to give him the satisfaction. Maybe because she found his kink, and that's why he's so much... Better?

"Miss Penelope can moan for Minsc. She did earlier," Minsc says once he slows down, he takes a break for himself.

Heat flushes her skin and her cheeks. "I-I don't know if I can," She lies coyly, catching her breath.

Minsc eyes her carefully, leaning up and kissing her passionately, his teeth dragging along her bottom lip as he pulls away. "Maybe we need another position?" Minsc asks, his hands gently pulling on her tail. Penelope catches herself before a yelp escapes her lips.

"Another position?" She asks as he pulls out again. She wonders if he's trying to jam all the positions he can think of in their session to make up for his hundred-year deficit.

"Minsc is still curious about your tail... Can you turn around?"

Penelope's tail instinctively wraps around her body as she laughs nervously. "My tail?" She tilts her head to the side, her pink hair falling over her chest.

Minsc nods, "Minsc promises not to harm Penelope's tail. I promise." He is sincere, and his genuine curiosity softens the seriousness and lust in his eyes from earlier.

Penelope clears her throat as she starts to turn around. "Promise not to put it in any orifices, and we'll be fine," Penelope says, his arms wrapping around her waist, massaging her breasts again. He's so warm against her back. His lips find the nape of her neck, his hand sliding from her ample bosom to between her thighs.

"Minsc promises." He says after a moment, leaning back down. She sighs, leaning forward as her mind races, her hand finding his cock beneath her and helping guide it back inside. She moans quietly, his thick shaft stretching her once more.

She grips his thighs as she bounces her ass against him. She realizes his hands do not go to her hips nor to her tail after a minute of riding him. She checks over her shoulder, watching as he stares at her ass rapt. "These tattoos are perfect in this angle, Penelope," Minsc says before giving her another playful spank. He is heavy-handed, she thinks, as she whimpers.

"What about my tail?" She asks as she looks forward, her tail dancing above him.

"Minsc is amazed at your control, but Minsc did lie," He says through groans, his movement sudden as his hands snake under her thighs, lifting them.

Penelope gasps, her mind trying to comprehend the new position as his hands grip her thighs, her control of the pace vanishing as Minsc starts to pound into her. Penelope's mouth drops open, her eyes dazed as he stuffs her repeatedly. Her body feels electric as she screams. She closes her eyes, focusing on him. He's close by the erratic thrusts, the rough Minsc from earlier returning as he fucks her without a care.

He slows only momentarily before slipping his hands higher, resting on the back of her neck. This position... His heels plant against the bed to gain more momentum. She tries to look away, pressure building in her lower belly almost too quickly. Tears sting her eyes as he moans corny praises.

"Minsc knew you could sing for him. You are amazing, Miss Penelope." She wishes she could shut him up as she trembles. He uses her hole with such eagerness and reckless abandon. "Look at you... Taking Minsc's cock so well," He groans, his balls slapping against her, their skin meeting with harsh strokes.

"Minsc is going to come!" He says quickly after, his teeth gritting together. Penelope cannot find the words as she gushes around his thick cock, dripping down his shaft. Minsc's moan is deep, coming from his chest as he erupts under her. He holds her firm against him, his tip twitching as he fills the contraceptive with his hot cum.

Penelope pants, clenching around him to squeeze every drop, his panting turning back into moans. "You want every drop of Minsc?" He asks as he lets go of her neck, his hands returning to the back of her knees. Gods above.

"Minsc..." She moans as he lazily rocks his hips against hers, his cock still feeling firm. She wonders if the petrification spell, though worn off now, affects his cock until he finally lets her go, letting her collapse on his legs. 

Minsc sighs as she rolls off him, his limp cock slipping from inside of her. Their eyes meet as she rests on his chest, her mind dazed and sleepy. She laughs softly, trying to gather whatever scatterbrained thoughts she could find.

"Was I better than your dreams?" Penelope asks, her fingers trailing on his chest.

"Better. Minsc thought you knew that." He says, raising his eyebrow.

"I did. I do..." Her eyes flick from his cock to his face. "Can we do this again?" She asks, feeling greedy.

Minsc pauses; she can hear him thinking hard. "In between the butt-kicking and adventures that Boo and I go on? Sure. Maybe once or twice when Minsc needs to wind down," He says. Penelope warms up to that idea. She has others who can fill the Minsc-sized hole in her heart and her holes.

"Good, because this was fun, and you have a hundred years to catch up on," She teases before kissing him softly. He lets her lead, though stubborn. His hand massages her ass as he hums.

“Sex hasn’t changed that much,” Minsc says before pecking her again. “But Minsc is afraid if he doesn’t get out of bed now, he will stay here forever.”

Penelope giggles as he snakes his arms from her body. “Well, next time you need to unwind, I’m sure I’ll be ready,” Penelope states, watching as he puts his clothes back on.

Minsc leans down once he’s redressed, kissing her hard against the pillows. “Boo has plans for Minsc tonight, but once they are done, I will find you. Your moans are locked inside Minsc’s head, and I need to hear them again soon.” He says, letting his eyes roam her thick body.

She takes one more caress of his crotch, feeling him stiffen. “Come find me when you’re ready,” Penelope whispers as he moans softly, resisting climbing back into the bed. “Oh, trust Minsc, my bosom-heavy friend. I will be back.”

Penelope makes a face at the nickname once he leaves. She has enough time to clean up and share the tale of her taking on the Stone Lord to Shadowheart. She also has time to find what to wear and where they should meet again… Maybe she’ll be able to find a gag or two in the meantime. The thoughts excite her as she lets her mind go with all the possibilities.

[eddsmoped]

I want to ask your opinion on why Eddsworld beyond has felt so “off”

ok this is actually a very good question and the answer is this: uncanny valley.

Because we have 3 eras of Eddsworld to analyze. Original, Legacy, and now Beyond.

Legacy - animated (primarily) by Paul and written (primarily) by Tomska, it is easy to see the differences between it and the original Eddsworld in almost every aspect. The humor took a stark change from absurdist but dry comedy befitting of a British cartoon and veered into a more slap-stick/over-expressive comedy with the absurdity cranked up to 100, more befitting of American cartoons. This is unsurprising as Tomska himself has stated that he grew up watching American cartoons, thus it is easy to see where his inspirations and influences lie.

But Beyond is far closer to what Eddsworld Original was. Matt, the primary writer of Beyond, evidently has a much, much closer sense of humor to Edd than Tom did (this isn't a good or bad thing, it just explains why Beyond's writing is closer to the original than Legacy was). Couple that with the fact that Lopez, the primary animator, is trying very hard to emulate Edd's art style but has a very noticeable polish to it that Edd didn't (smear frames in place of tweening animation is one that really sticks out, steadier lines and higher frame count) and you have a recipe for a series that looks and plays out sort of like an Eddsworld episode but not quite.

Legacy was visually and structurally different and it didn't hide this fact. Of course this led to a lot of fights over the "quality" of the episodes, but the fact was, nobody I think was really arguing that Legacy looked or felt like original Eddsworld. It was clearly a different spin - Tomska's personal spin - on the Eddsworld formula. And for what it's worth, I think that was probably the smartest decision.

Beyond on the other hand is trying to emulate the original Eddsworld, or so it feels. I'm not gonna outright say Matt is trying his darnedest to copy the feel of Eddsworld original, because his style of writing could just genuinely be as we see it, much in the same way I won't argue that Tomska didn't at least try to make the Legacy episodes feel more "Eddsworld-y". But I think a lot of it comes down to what we see visually, and that being Edd's art style but in a way that's not very...well, Edd. And like, obviously, I don't expect anyone to be able to animate and draw the way Edd did. It's near impossible to copy anybody's style 1-to-1. Would it feel less uncanny if they created a new art style? Dunno.

I personally have mixed opinions on Beyond. So far from what I've seen, the highs have been really high, but the lows...ohh are they low. Unlike Legacy, which I considered to be pretty solid all throughout. No big highs and no low lows. It just stayed on a steady path thru its run.

[moon-sang]

I’d like to place a request please. Din has been traveling with a force sensitive you. He has never been in love, but he’s pretty sure he is in love with you. To shy and uncertain to make a move. He visits his Covert and another Mando let’s say Paz is quite taken with you. He is assertive and flirtatious. You like the attention because at this point you don’t think Din has feelings for you, but you had feelings for him. Din sees Paz and you getting closer and finally does something about it. I do love a jealous Din. Thank you for your time and consideration. ❤️

You're Mine, I'm Yours

SUMMARY: Din Djarin has never been in love. Jealousy...was a new feeling for him. Especially when Paz would flirt with you.

WARNINGS: Jealous!Din, Flirting, mild touching, angst, fluff, mature language, Force-sensitive!Reader, pls tell me if I miss anything.

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Din had never been in love.

He didn't know if it was Paz flirting with you, or the fact that you were flirting back, but jealousy was simmering deep in his bones.

It went from 0 to 100. From a few sweet fluffy jabs from Paz, to him absentmindedly rubbing the outside of your thigh - and Din couldn't stand it. He watched every rub of his thumb on your soft supple skin. Maker he should have told you to wear pants instead of that knee-high dress! Don't get him wrong, it was a beautiful dress, a dark navy blue with glistening sequences littered over it. It clung to your body and expressed your curves so perfectly. But Din didn't want anyone else to see it. You were only for his eyes. Din shook his head to rid the thought. You were flirting with Paz, it was clear you had no interest in him, besides you were a Jedi, he was pretty sure there was some code against relationships. The Mandalorian hated feeling possessive of you (of course he never acted on how he felt, he wanted you to have freedom). You deserved better than to have some perv Mandalorian fantasise about the two of you. He felt bad for thinking of you the way he did. Felt as if he were disgracing you. You fixed everything. Along with the child, you filled that empty void in his heart. You broke down the protective fence he built around his heart just by smiling. Was this normal? Was this what love felt like? Din thought to himself as he continued to stare at you and Paz from where he stood. 

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This felt wrong. Paz touching you felt wrong. Even if it was just flirting. You liked to imagine it was Din’s hands there, not his, nonetheless you enjoyed the attention. Din had made it clear he didn’t have feelings for you, and that...was something you just had to get over, even if it hurt. “What’s on your mind mesh’la?” Paz whispers in your ear. You cringed at the nickname. Din’s voice sounded better when he called you that. Din was who you wanted. But for now....You were going to enjoy what Paz was offering you. “You.” You giggle. Paz responds with a deep throaty chuckle and wraps an arm around your neck.

That was Din’s breaking point. 

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“We have to go.”  Din states, suddenly in front of you and Paz. “Now? We just got here a few minutes ago.” You pout. “Yes. Greef wants me.” He lies. “Oh, well, she can stay with us, I don't think she wants to go.” Paz interrupts. Din menacingly turns his helmet to Paz, who’s arm was still wrapped around you. “I don’t think this concerns you.” Din cockily mocks him. And before anyone can reply, he’s yanking you up and practically dragging you out.

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“What the hell, Din!” You scold. “What was that?!” You yell. He remains silent, but his grip doesn’t loosen on your wrist. “Din!” You yell again, but to no avail. Your wrist was turning white from the harshness of his hold. “Din - stop!” You scream. “Din! You’re hurting me!” To this he freezes. He retracts his hand, as if being burnt. You hold your wrist gently in your free hand, and look at Din, your eyes, demanding answers from him. Din sighs. “I don’t want you to be-there...around...Paz.” He admits shyly. So that’s what this was about. You think. “Well you could have just told me that.” You whisper comfortingly. “No...it’s just I-Well-I don’t know how to explain it-” 

“You’re jealous.” You state, more to yourself than him. Din remains silent, most likely slightly embarrassed. “But I thought-” You start. “I thought you didn’t like me.” You whisper, but of course he hears. “What?! Cyare, you mean so much to me.” You look up at him with hopeful eyes. “Really?” You ask, voice breathy. “Yes, ner kar’ta” He whisper, before placing his head on yours in a keldable kiss. Your eyes close in response to the cool surface of bezoar making contact to your head. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyar’ika.” 

[tallsiriusblack]

I've seen you say that Sirius wasn't dramatic in the books, and I disagree with that.

To quote POA (US edition)- "I thought you'd come and help your friend," he said hoarsely. His voice sounded as though he had long since lost the habit of using it. "Your father would have done the same for me. Brave of you, not to run for a teacher. I'm grateful... it will make everything much easier..."

And then later- "There'll be only one murder here tonight," said Black, and his grin widened.

Or in the movies-

Hermione: If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to kill us too!

Sirius: No- only one will die tonight.

If Sirius would've said "Peter Pettigrew is the rat. He was the real secret keeper." or even offered SOME sort of explanation, instead of saying creepy things like that, I think that this scene would look a lot different. This is peak drama.

Also, I'd like to bring up Sirius's wand length, which is 15 inches

I'm quoting out of my book "The unofficial ultimate Harry Potter spell book" (There's more on the title but I didn't feel like typing it all out), "Most wands measure between 9 and 14 inches, with longer wands being drawn to those with lively personalities and a tendency for the dramatic."

I know this is an unofficial Harry Potter guide, which means it isn't necessary canon, but I think that it's defiantly something to point out.

If you look up wand length online, you'll see a bunch of things having to do with height, which can be true, hence the measuring that Ollivander gives Harry and presumably others when they're getting their wands.

But obviously, If you had 100 which's and wizards and then lined them all up by height and then their wands by height, it wouldn't match (For example Draco's wand was only 10 inches, even though he was described as fairly tall)

I am not against tall Sirius, just like I'm not against short Sirius. I think that Sirius is a fictional character, and that honestly his height does not matter that much.

I do agree with you on multiple points you make on this blog. I think feminizing Sirius and then making him un-powerful is harmful and sexist. I think that giving him an ED, anxiety, depression, PTSD, or something like that is not making him weak (I know this isn't what you're saying, I just thought I'd put it out there).

A lot of times when I see short Sirius, Sirius is also trans masc. Not all the time though, sometimes Sirius is just short. (I am not saying that if you think Sirius is tall, that you're transphobic, but I am saying that if you're a short trans masc person, making a fic/fanart/writing a post about Sirius also being short and trans masc can help you see yourself in a character, which is something that I think everyone should be able to have)

I think that people should hate on the part of the marauders fandom that are bigoted (if we're being honest, there's a depressing amount of bigoty in this fandom) but I think that just hating fanon Sirius because you think that he differs too much from canon is unnecessary. Hate is something that should be given only when absolutely necessary because you don't know who you could be hurting, (Obviously you can say whatever you want, but some things are better left unsaid) but I am glad that you are expressing your opinions in ways that aren't aggressive (I've seen people with the same mindset as you on tumblr but convey them in a way that is hurtful)

Overall, I think your blog is cool, it was just that one "he's not dramatic" thing that bothered me :)

I hope you have a nice rest of your day/evening!

Hi! Thanks for your ask.

I’m going to address the height thing first.

It’s stated multiple times in the books that Sirius is tall :).

Also, I don’t think those moments quite match what the meaning of ‘dramatic’ is. If someone is dramatic, they behave in a way that is over-exaggerated, or exacerbate their reactions to the extreme.

If anything, I think in the shack he was acting manic.

His reactions were pretty blunt and he seems to be relishing the moment. Finally, he’s caught Peter and he can get his revenge. Don’t forget, James was Sirius’ best friend in the world, Sirius would have done anything for him, and Sirius even got outplayed by Peter right at a pivotal moment of his anger and grief. I assume when he confronted Peter about James and Lily the night Peter murdered those muggles he had absolutely no idea what was about to occur. He’s acting pretty much like someone who was locked in an inhumane prison for over a decade, starving, no human contact, and desperate to avenge his friend would act like.

‘I’m grateful, it will make everything so much easier’ isn’t really dramatic to me because he’s being truthful. Not having a teacher in the way will let Sirius kill Peter, and in this moment that is all he cares about. He has a pretty single minded focus up until after Harry decides to spare Peter.

‘There will only be one murder tonight’ again, more manic than dramatic to me. Especially because his grin widens. He’s relishing the moment, knowing Peter will finally get what he deserves.

Remember, Sirius is emaciated, starved of human interaction, and filled with incredible anger, grief. I feel like it’s an injustice to his character to reduce this moment, this moment where we see him at a low point, caught up in revenge and needing to kill Peter so bad because James is gone because of him (don’t forget Sirius blames himself for James death too) to some dramatic little moment.

He’s not being dramatic, he’s acting like a traumatised man who is incredibly smart and resourceful and bloodthirsty, but isn’t quite thinking straight. He just wants Peter dead, no matter the means.

If Sirius would have explained calmly and rationally what he was doing it wouldn’t fit his state of mind. He’s escaped prison and he is a mad, angry convict but not for the reason the readers think. That’s sort of the point of the twist in the book.

Some characters who can be dramatic are:

Oliver Wood. He greatly over-exaggerates the importance of quidditch and winning, and the horrors of losing. He’s only dramatic about quidditch, though.

Draco Malfoy. Overreacts to minor injuries (Buckbeak), overreacts to what he sees as slights against his character (always threatens to tell his father).

The Dursleys as a whole are incredibly over dramatic. Their reactions to things are usually over the top and unreasonable.

There are others but my fingers are freezing rn I gotta get under the blankets soon or I might freeze lmao.

And to address the short trans masc Sirius, my problem is that there is a racism problem in the marauders fandom, and wolfstar and jegulus are the biggest perpetrators.

My issue is when they’re making these white queer characters so tiny and short and delicate, no body hair ect, next to their tall, muscley dominating angry boyfriends who are POC. Or in James case, also making him stupider. So people are headcanoning these characters as POC, and then changing Remus’ personality and looks so that he’s taller and more dominating and angrier next to his tiny white boyfriend, who’s height has been changed to make him smaller. It’s giving white queer representation. Which makes sense since there’s a lot of white queers in this fandom who think they’re doing a great favour to everyone, but in reality, claiming that making Sirius and Remus like this is ‘better representation’ is just untrue.

Have a good day:)

[singsweetmelodies]

hullo everyone 👋❤️ it's me again, hi, and i'm back with yet another too-long, probably too-sentimental post. this one is also about a f1 rpf milestone of mine, because of course it is, but this time it's about YOU as well.

allow me to set the scene a little first: a few weeks ago, i was double-checking the date on my first ever f1 rpf fic so i could make my sappy "i can't believe it's been a year you guys" post at the right time. i was going through my AO3 stats, and in so doing i happened to glance over at my little user subscriptions count - and proceeded to nearly fall out of my seat, because that counter was at 98. WHAT.

now, i'm not usually the kind of person who makes a big deal about amounts of followers, or whatnot. that's not really why i'm in fandom. but there is one exception, and that exception is: AO3 user subscriptions. because an AO3 user subscription is like... you're pretty much saying "i like this person's writing so much that i want to get a fucking EMAIL when they post a new work." to me, that's one of the biggest compliments ever. (maybe it's just because i personally am very stingy about my AO3 user subscriptions, lmao - i think i have about twelve, currently, if it's even that much. so the fact that 98 of you liked my writing enough to want that? and it's only barely been a year since i posted my first fic to this account? that blew my fucking mind, in the best way ever.)

i remember thinking to myself, "ohhh, if i get a few more in a couple of months' time, i need to do a phoebe and have some sort of a fic giveaway to celebrate the big 100 <333"

well, today i checked again, and there are a hundred and seven user subscriptions to my AO3. a hundred and seven. and THAT is just... well fuck me, i don't think i even have the words to express how much that means to me. over a hundred of you ACTUALLY LIKE MY WRITING THAT MUCH??? i can't quite reconcile it in my head, but... it means everything. it really does. i am so, so honoured - and also mildly teary-eyed, and definitely about to say a whole bunch of way-too-sappy things. this fandom is just so incredible, and supportive, and... AAAHHH, i love you all so so much. thank you so much for loving me back ❤️❤️❤️ unlike the monaco gp and charles SORRY, i had to do it. ouch. i had to 🥲🙈❤️

anyways! i did promise a fic giveaway, even if it was just to myself, so GIVEAWAY TIME IT IS!! you have all given me so much - endless support, smiles and love - so this is me officially opening up my writing folder to give something back to you, in turn ❤️

how this is going to work is:

step 1: you have to interact with this post in some way. (and by that i mean either reblog or comment, not just a like. it doesn't have to be a complicated comment or anything - just a ❤️, if you want. but just something so i know you're not a bot, lmao.) you have until Friday the 23rd of June - which is to say, 16 days from now. yes, sixteen. of COURSE. <3

step 2: i collect the names/URLs of everyone who interacted, and put them into a random name picker thingy. i will then use that to - randomly! - pick a P1, P2 and P3. (the emphasis on "random" is because I KNOW there are going to be some of my friends accusing me of fixing the results. I'M NOT GOING TO, GUYS. smh smh smh. it's going to be completely random, i swear it on my honour as a piarles shipper. 🙏)

step 3: PRIZES 😍🏆

for P1, what i'm offering is the following: an afternoon of unlimited access to the entirety of my WIP folder (including longfics, snippets, ideas and dreams and everything in various states of completion.) you then get to choose any WIP/snippet/idea you like the most, and i will write that in full and dedicate it to you. <3

for P2: also an afternoon of access to my WIPs folder, but excluding the longfic ideas - because i love you guys, i do, but i'm only human. i can't write all my longfic ideas at once, much as i wish i could 😅 bar longfics, though, everything else is on the table - you get to go through it all and pick whatever you like the most, and it'll be yours.

and for P3: pretty much the same as P2 - your choice of whichever of WIP idea (bar longfics) that you like the most, fully written and dedicated to you :D

why am i doing it like this and not offering a "prompt me whatever you'd like" type thing? well, if you really want, i can do that. the thing is just - i have way, WAY too many WIP ideas, and i'll probably never get to writing even a quarter of them if i don't give myself some form of accountability. and i feel pretty safe in saying i have enough WIP ideas that there's probably something in there for everyone. so it's a two birds one stone type of thing - a gift fic for you, and assurance that i will actually write at least some of my WIP ideas for me. (also idk about you, but i always adore hearing about other writers' ideas and seeing the ways their brains work 👀)

if you guys would prefer a prompt thing, though, then we can absolutely do it like that too! after all, at the end of the day, this is for you. i want you to like it, and think it's a cool idea, and celebrate this one with me <333

because this is, from the bottom of my heart, a thank you. thank you to each and every one of you who hit that "subscribe" button on AO3, and helped me reach a fandom milestone i didn't think i would achieve for a long while yet. thank you for the endless support and enthusiasm and love. thank you, thank you, thank you. and i love you all ❤️❤️❤️

[doodle-pops]

Maedhros doesn't engage in touch until he truly feels comfortable with the idea of a relationship and even that would take time, months of their private teatimes and a certain slowness in getting to know another -- a sweet sense of familiarity of each other's small habits and changes in expression. Reader gifts him a book, perhaps in the dead of winter for him to read by the fire, a book that she had held dear and close to her heart, though willing to part with it in order to gift it to someone more close and more dear.

I like to think of springtime when he invites her to a walk, to see the sun against her hair and her soft gasp at the sight of the season's first butterflies. Maedhros had once anticipated a much more formal arrangement for himself, hypothetically -- a marriage of state for one reason or another, but he hadn't quite expected this, such an unexpected gentleness within his heart, from such an unassuming maiden. It's a true comfort to have Reader by his side, and he makes his intentions clear to her under the shade of an old tree.

So, uh, this was way longer than I thought it would be, and I'm not 100% happy with it… at first I had imagined a lot of short vignettes -- Reader coming out of her shell, explaining in measured, thorough fashion what had held her gaze towards him for so long… an inevitable wedding and the altar being the site of their first kiss… the distinctions between their class and how it would change after their betrothal, though Maedhros would find it endlessly charming that she continues to have the same humbleness as ever. The hard part was making that all somehow feasible. (Still, I want to know how you might have gone with it!) While I'd love an AU that ends with them having a lot of children and maybe Reader passing on (really, human!Reader is my favorite, size difference and "human/elf relations are known not to bear fruit easily, so I'll have to seed you full to be sure a child takes" aside), I also like the idea of Reader left alone after he and Maglor take the Silmarils. Maybe there'd be some leeway given to him at the Hall of Mandos? Angst with happy endings is the only good form of it in my book, no whump allowed here. Anyhow, that's it for now. I don't know if you'd be receptive to the idea, but those vignettes are stark in my mind -- I'm just terrible at describing them -- would it be possible to draw them out and send them via your submit box? I don't believe I'm able to upload images through your ask box… is all. Regardless, thanks for indulging me, even if I'm not at all familiar with writing!

Alright, first of all: I enjoyed reading the out-of touch/touch-starved journey, and what an interesting version of reader. I don't believe I've ever come across a spinster reader before, so this was interesting. I'm also into your differences you mentioned with reader having children. Then that would mean when Mae leaves Mandos, he meets only his children or descendants should one of them marry an elf to strengthen the chances of being immortal.

I can see you're not someone who enjoys the sad endings. No fault, happy endings are good for the soul. Keeps us nourished.

As for your inquiry, you are welcome to send it in as a submission (I'll turn on the submit function) or via images but you'll need to be off anonymous to send them in I believe. And no need to apologise about your writing, we all have to start from somewhere 😁.

Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share them with me 🤗

[simlit]

All odd numbers for Kyrie!😁

What memory would your OC rather just forget?

I think he'd wish he could forget that he was given to the church as a baby. Not necessarily because he wants to reunite or even know his birth parents, he doesn't. But it's a constant reminder that he, quite literally, doesn't belong there. That he was given away as if he was a tool or some material good. It's just a lot to carry around with you.

What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

Fear of failure. Something that has only recently made itself evident to him (and me lol). In a way, he's a people pleaser. He doesn't want to disappoint those around him. He fears the ripple of consequences that might stem from his domino falling first, and doesn't want to be the person responsible for a larger collapse, so he sort of keeps to his duty as a cog, despite how he might not align with the objective.

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

I would say... not very. He's lazy, certainly, but he's also sheltered, incredibly inexperienced, and lacks the means to get what he wants through pure brute strength, power or smarts. That being said, if the obstacle is something he can overcome, I think he'd be more inclined to actually try.

What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

I made Kyrie almost as a blank slate so that I could easily adapt him to the circumstances of the story. Because CotS is both interactive and filled with characters I didn't create, he had to be someone who could blend well with all types of people, and not have many "hardstops" so to speak, morally or otherwise. But along the way I've tried to make someone who is an "open template" entertaining, and I think Kyrie's almost lackadaisical unbothered humor emerged from all of ~that~. I didn't go in planning him to be such a huge fucking troll, but I'm glad he has his "thing". In a story with so many strong personalities, it would have been easy to get overtaken by the other cast members.

Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

"That's abominable." Because it's just so damn funny.

What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

Yes, he has one, and no he doesn't use it. And it's been called into question multiple times in the story, and I still don't think a damn one of them knows the actual truth yet lmao. It's funnier that way. It wouldn't save him from getting murdered, obviously. It would probably just get him murdered faster.

If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

Absolutely. If he wasn't so hot. Because honestly every time I look at him I just want to punch him in the face so 100% the conversation would go no where and I'd get arrested.

Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?

No he doesn't.

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

I kind of... took his sister. Mean Jade go grr. I have this terrible habit of killing off loving sisters. I leave the bad ones though. Elsera says hi.

How does your OC behave when enraged?

He's one of those awful people who just gets stoic and civil when angry. As Tay said while having the absolute pleasure of being on the other end of it: that's probably worse. He's not been confronted with a situation that would make him exceptionally angry though, i.e. nothing life or death, so maybe that would change.

Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

He doesn't.

What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

I think it would be loss. Which I guess is a generic answer, since it's pretty typical of human nature not to handle loss well. But I think when you have so very little in your life that is truly meaningful, then you're grasping at straws and have nothing to distract you from your grief. I think in the story currently, he's in a constant state of bracing. Trying to remain outwardly hopeful even though his body is already starting to reject the premise that things will turn out well, and that putting so much mental strength into denying it, degrades his focus in other facets of his life. Outside of the few moments where he's truly and genuinely amused, I do feel he's starting to lose himself under the pressure he would have, otherwise, been able to stand against without hesitation. I can't really imagine him in a place where he has to accept that loss is real, and I don't know how or if he can cope with it when it does.

What is your favorite thing about your OC?

I love what a huge fuckin TROLL he is. Sorry, it's so entertaining to me. It's one of my main reasons for preferring him with ~certain~ members of the cast. Mostly the ones who are ripe for riling up ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[ballet-symphonie]

Vaganova Ballet Academy Asks

So there is official information of Koshkareva signing a solo contract with Bolshoi and Nikolay Tsiskaridze's close friend (devilonpointshoes on Telegram) and ballet enthusiasts on ballet forums stating that Koshkareva, Valiullina, and Kuprina going to Bolshoi. How do you feel about all the star students going to Bolshoi instead of Mariinsky like many expected? It isn't unexpected that Valiullina is going to Bolshoi given that she suits that company but with Koshkareva and Kuprina being Mariinsky's trainees for a year, and their dance style suiting Mariinsky more, I really do not understand why they chose Bolshoi (perhaps they were given soloist role straight away)? Anyways I'm also confused if Koshkareva is going to Bolshoi like Kuprina, why is her name not taken down from the trainee name list on the Mariinsky website... Honestly idk how to feel about this and ngl Im pretty disappointed that Koshkareva and Kuprina are not going to Mariinsky :(

The Bolshoi is the fast track. These girls have been promoted as stars and BT has likely made them big promises to keep treating them that way. With how the Bolshoi gives out roles at the speed of light to young prominent grads, plus the benefits that generally come with dancing in Moscow (read: money), the offers are likely very tempting. The corps life is tough, no one wants to do it if they don't have to lmao.

I thought with this reinvented MT and more publicized MT trainee situation that MT management would have managed to keep at least one of Koshkareva and Kuprina but I guess not. I am actually more surprised Valiullina is tagging along as I thought her body type might hold her back. While I agree with many that her dancing fits the broad movement and expressive style of the Bolshoi, that’s unfortunately not exactly what goes on stage all the time nowadays at BT, maybe its about 50/50 now depending which principals are cast.

Hi Ale! Any news on Daria Kulikova? How is she doing at the Academy? I think the 2023 class is a powerful one, and my opinion isn't based on who is better. But there's something about Kulikova??? I don't know... but I like her dancing and I'm rooting for her, there's just something special, artistic I see in her.

The 2023 class has just been everywhere and she hasn’t been one of the most hyped ones for obvious reasons. I don’t think I’ve seen where she’s going but I also haven’t been crawling through the TG channels looking for information about her you know? 

With the ‘big 3’ of this class heading to BT, there’s likely some MT spots available, which is theoretically what she would want after changing schools so late in the games.  

Do you think there will ever be a Kovaleva graduate to top Vishneva off? I honestly don't and it's not because there weren't other talented girls to graduate, but it's just that none of the ones who came after, could even compare to Vishneva, let alone surpass her. Koshkareva for example, is really talented, but it's already being called the 'next Vishneva', so... I will say though, after Vishneva, only Smirnova and Khoreva came a little close and probably Koshkareva will too.

I don’t think she will ever top Vishneva, she’s a once in a 100 years type of a dancer. I also don’t know how much longer she will continue to work. Her talent as a pedagogue is immense, she’s proven that she can train exceptional dancers with different body types, backgrounds and ambitions. Her training and her graduates, quite literally is defining the past, present and future of Russian ballet.  

how do the “classes” at vaganova work?? like if it’s class of kovaleva, does that mean that she’s taught them all 8 years at vaganova orrr 

No, if a ballerina is listed as ‘class of Kovaleva’ that means that she taught their graduate year. Generally, the teachers will change every 1-3 years as some teachers are especially skilled at working with different age groups. 

[mmriesoftvat]

For Chongyun!

Your muse is trying to calm down/unwind after a long, bad day in a hotel room/out of state, away from family and friends and most of their things. What do they do?

Your muse has to share something that’s hard for them to talk about. What is the biggest thing they don’t want to say aloud/admit? What makes it hard for them to say it?

Tell us about a small, passing relationship your muse has with someone in their everyday life. Are they on a first name basis with their barista? What about the busdriver?

MEME I CAN'T REMEMBER

Your muse is trying to calm down/unwind after a long, bad day in a hotel room/out of state, away from family and friends and most of their things. What do they do?

chongyun is the kind of person who prefers somewhere quiet over busy settings. they aren't able to be in loud atmospheres anyway, so getting away to somewhere far more quiet is always preferable. but if they were lonely and wanted some company after a bad day, chongyun would go outside and meditate, focus on the scenery around him and try to take his mind off his mood. since (as far as we know) there isn't any easier way to connect with people from a long distance, chongyun would start making their way back home, while taking in the scenery around them in the meantime.

Your muse has to share something that’s hard for them to talk about. What is the biggest thing they don’t want to say aloud/admit? What makes it hard for them to say it?

chongyun's BIGGEST weakness is his insecurity. he never feels like he's doing a good enough job for the career he has. he's got quite a bit of notoriety to him, with people expecting flawless excecution each time. chongyun is known as the best exorcist to grace liyue. the problem is, you can't be the best at something if you don't actually do it properly. they're insecure about it all, and rarely express any doubt or show how low their self esteem is. it's hard to make peace with that and manage the expectations put on him.

Tell us about a small, passing relationship your muse has with someone in their everyday life. Are they on a first name basis with their barista? What about the busdriver?

there are many, many people that chongyun's only met briefly. going strictly by canon (even though i disagree with it heavily and think they both deserve a deeper bond), chongyun when they first met xiao. that was such a small, passing encounter, but it was one that chongyun was deeply touched by. this is someone chongyun massively respects and looks up to, and wants to prove himself to above all else.

but i choose to disregard canon. it's my blog canon, that chongyun is well aware of who zhongli really is, and that he serves and worships both him and xiao loyally. i do not agree with the fact that the most famed exorcist and the conquerer of demons do not have a deep bond with each other. they 100% do, and i will not hear otherwise.

[dont-justdont]

okay so im rewatching all the parts with louis and daniel (so present time) and are the little things ive spotted (phrases or things that seem weird/like they have a deeper meaning)

- in a setting of my choosing (is it?)

- the room we shared (did they fuck? it sounds like they fucked)

- editor doesn't know where he is (that sounds like a great opportunity for later)

- wasn't sure he'd remember louis? (i feel like louis made him hallucinate something at the end of the first interview/daniel doesn't remember it all)

- louis isn't transparent with the whole emirates thing (someone else is behind it?)

- we don't hear the end of the tape (im calling sex, or louis just scared him but made him think he bit him and someone else did)

- contradictions in the story

- doesn't quite remember what happens?

- truth and reconciliation (between them? between louis and lestat?)

- he already signed an agreement (this isn't super sus or anything but we don't see it)

- daniel doesn't want to be seduced, he wants facts (he's racing ahead as louis says)

- meeting at a gay bar

- drug abuse before and after the interview (after seems more intense)

- last sunrise he saw and yet he can see the sun now with the whole technology window thing

- the vampire is bored (present tense, louis is bored right now because? that's why he's doing the tapes?)

- he cries when he talks about lestat turning him (i cant remember in the book but i know that in the movie the only time he cries is when claudia dies)

- marius' painting (it's not armand? weirdly?)

- the noise of the building (why mention it? is it covering something?)

- serving a god (kind of reminds me of the druids or the weird dude in the mountains)

- we forget, it doesn't (again, daniel doesn't fully remember, something happened in that room in 1973 and i wanna know what it is)

- the farm (i feel like they will explain it later)

- louis feeling rushed (i 100% remember lestat trying to let louis feel everything because he was rushed himself)

- daniel's fixation on sexuality (closeted?)

- i got in that coffin on my own free will

- louis describing vampires as lestat does, the whole detachment, hand in the divine plan, seeing the life in its entirety is 1000% lestat's pov on it, not louis'

- book is a warning (to humans? other vampires?)

- daniel underlining/scratching (???) something he wrote about the whole "yes sir" thing

- louis stops killing in 2000 (what happens?)

- the great conversion (i need more info on that, like what is the state of the vampire world in 2022?)

- those first years (i know it all goes to shit please dont remind me dont do that to me)

- the weird eye thing when he says the earth felt liquid (he looks? agitated? it's not the right word but the acting is there and i dont know why)

- lestat being an artist in giving death (again, lestat's words, not his)

- maintaining the thread with humanity (louis says the last human part of him dies when he turns madeleine, at least in the movie but i remember it being similar in the book)

- botched vampire

- louis has been to pariiiiis (of course we know that but i love the foreshadowing)

- nuanced vs rehearsed (which parts are true, what is he hiding)

- he talks like lestat was his soulmate (based on louis' expression im gonna guess they either get in a relationship between 1973 and 2022, or he's trying to win/bring lestat back with compliments, but if so whyyyy????)

- louis admits to lying in 73, is he lying again?

- i will continue to support my theory that daniel actually wanted to keep the tapes and take them out of the trash once louis left

- daniel calls bullshit on the whole story

- you're lingering rashid (why does he disappear)

- louis still struggles with his vampire identity

so overall... something is weird about why louis is doing the interview again and it probably has to do with lestat, something happened in the first interview and idk what but we will see it eventually, louis is an unreliable character/lying? (why?), louis uses lestat's ways of thinking and words to describe things which definitely means he's seen him since 73

anyways thank you if you made it this far i know it's really long but i thought it could be interesting