#I know some of it is objectively worrying

[m4mmonthebest]

Angst

Player who is terminally ill and has known since they were little that they would die young. That never stopped them from living life and even getting jobs.

When they got the dateviators it was really fun for them.

Of course it was difficult when some of the house objects showed concern over their health. Like being constantly in pain or even having random bleedings, easily bruising.

But they never told anyone, the player wanted to be treated like everyone else.

I believe the only one who would know is Betty, when the player whispered in her ear the reason of their pain.

As a player they started to realize the objects around the house. Many of them advised the player to go to the hospital, or to please let them know what's going on. The only thing they could say was that they would know eventually, and to enjoy their lives.

Player condition worsens. Where once they would visit their realized friends often, they started to drift away, worrying every single one of them. It seemed like player was unreachable. They weren't able to get in contact, just dissapeared one day.

I like to believe that in their final moments they called out for Betty to be comforted. Betty was the one that heard their last breath. She hugged then tightly shedding tears.

She was the bearer of bad news. Most objects were shocked, some others angry at player for never telling them about it, some heartbroken.

Although others understood.

They will always be forever grateful for a chance at life.

[chimerafeathers]

when i was initially playing isat, there were a number of things that pinged on my “overused/shallowly used storytelling tropes” radar (specifically, the version of that radar built from reading too many tumblr posts complaining about or otherwise criticizing “tumblry” tropes—regardless of how much or how little i agree in some cases, my Awareness of them has increased).

then i finished the game, and decided that pretty much everything i had been side-eyeing had been more than earned, given weight and depth beyond my expectations.

and then i got my friend to play the game, and he ended up having a lot of similar initial reactions. specifically, when he got to the “family” scene in the full friendquest run through the house.

my friend had a stronger reaction than i did, but what Odile says here is something that both of us fundamentally disagree with. we ended up talking about the value and importance that intergenerational friendships can have—passing on history, providing frameworks for a range of healthy relationships beyond “family” and “peers” (including what respectful boundaries look like when interacting with safe adults), sharing skills and knowledge, forming a supportive network of people that you can turn to if your blood/legal family fails you. humans are a community-based, highly social species; it’s literally fine and good for an old lady to be friends with a preteen.

but it’s a very Odile thing to say, and tbh i’m more similar to her viewpoint in my personal life in that it takes a very specific level of comfort and intimacy before i will truly consider someone a “friend” rather than “someone i know (/friendly).” but he worried that having it said like that, point blank, would reinforce the concept of “you can Only be friends with people your own age, and the only valid relationships outside of that are Family and Romance (aka precursor to Family).” on top of that, there’s the idea that friendships can’t be “enough” on their own, that they always have to be labeled as something else to be meaningful.

which is a fair concern, in my opinion! but in the full context of the game, and in combination with other elements (ex. the Daydreaming One and Bonnie fitting the party into specific family dynamic labels), what Odile says there is kind of a misdirect. because they ARE friends, whatever else they call each other—and because Siffrin’s unique circumstances mean the idea of “friendship” feels so much more terrifyingly fragile and transient than it might to anyone else.

so following that conversation, unable to properly defend the heavy-handedness without delving into major spoilers but still wanting to get my thoughts about it out, i wrote my train of thought into my notes. (for the record, the “defense” i wrote out was no longer necessary whatsoever once my friend finished the game. he Gets It.)

so here’s what i had, hot off the “AGGHHHH I NEED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT THIS BUT I CAN'T BECAUSE SPOILERS” presses of several months ago (with a couple edits for clarity/more public presentation and to wrap up the end point):

YES friendships can be deep and intense and consuming. that is objectively What Siffrin Is Feeling. HOWEVER. with all due respect, Siffrin’s perspective of interpersonal relationships is fucked and he needs maximum assurance that things aren’t just going to go away.

there are a LOT of levels of friendship. they are relationships that, theoretically, can come and go easily for a lot of people. “we used to be friends.” “someone i used to know.” “an old classmate.” people drop out of contact, change interests and hobbies and lifestyles, move away, get jobs or partners, and suddenly someone who was so important to you becomes a distant thought. someone you might remember on occasion, if you’re reminded they exist somehow.

there are lifelong friendships, too, that can be no less intense or even deeper than the bonds of blood. but how can you know that the person who calls you “friend” means it like that? if the feeling runs deep for you, but the bond is untested by time or distance? what if this is all a friendship of necessity, of convenience, and it will all fall apart as soon as you have no common goal forcing you together?

of course it will! they all say it will, every time they smile and talk about going home to their friends and families and jobs and say I hope you visit! instead of stay, stay, stay with us, we want to stay with you.

it feels like a promise waiting to be broken, when you believe that “this journey meant so much more to me than it did to any of you.”

when your greatest fear is forgetting and being forgotten. (how long until they forget you?)

but the idealized promise of “family” is that the bond does not degrade, that it can persist invisibly in the face of time and distance and change. something that no longer takes persistence to maintain lest you drift apart, because you can survive drifting apart—you will remember, you will be remembered, you will remain connected. something that would instead demand great force or neglect to truly sever.

it does not matter if this is true. Siffrin needs it to be true. they need a bedrock instead of shifting sand, always slipping away from them before they can grasp it. he craves routine, stability, permanence.

there is no guaranteed permanence when it comes to life, to human connection, of course. Siffrin knows this—that everyone they once knew and loved, every bond that might have once shaped them, has been erased, with no means to reclaim what he lost. family included. and Loop acknowledges this, too, at the end—that one day, Siffrin will have to be okay with letting go. he can’t keep them all glued to his side for their entire lives. they know this.

even so, “family” is as permanent as it can get, right? at least, if their friends become family, some of the uncertainty eases. if they all agree on this, it means they aren’t content to let each other fade from memory, to become “someone they traveled with, once upon a time.” so once it’s introduced as a possibility, Siffrin clings, clings, clings to that thought, drawing comfort from the idea that maybe they all feel as much for him as he does for them.

but we know that just saying the word isn’t enough. the loops didn’t break just because they called each other something different. the fear and loneliness run too deep.

even when being called some form of “family,” the bonds seemed so much more thin and fragile than what Siffrin craves.

they were all still going to leave.

Siffrin is trying so goddamn hard to be okay with that. they fool themself into thinking they’re okay with that. because they have to be! everyone else has something to return to, it’s normal for them to have lives beyond journey’s end, it’s just him who will have nothing left once it’s all over, and they’re. fine. it’s fine.

if they hadn’t made that wish (and if somehow they beat the king first try), they would have parted ways, maybe visited each other from time to time, and Siffrin would have done his best to cope while loneliness and fear continued to dissolve them from the inside. because that’s the normal friendly thing to do. it’s what all of them expected the others to want, and were all afraid to vocalize otherwise.

i get the pushback against everything being “found family” these days. i get that sometimes people are ““just”” friends, or mentors, or coworkers, or something that defies labeling, and that those relationships are rich and varied and don’t have to have the “family” label slapped on top to be important, pigeonholed into rigid set roles, because a lot of the time it doesn’t fit and only serves to undervalue and warp the nuances of the relationships that they actually are. i LOVE when friendship is treated as something that can drive someone just as insane with love as romance or family. in the real world, people should be encouraged to cultivate a huge range of different types of friendships and relationships to broaden our understanding of the world, each other, and ourselves, and prioritizing family over all else can be actively harmful.

i also think that if Siffrin could conceptualize that fact as something that could be anything but agonizingly one-sided, maaayyyybe the time loops would not have happened! i think that if after All That, the rest of the party had gone “you’re important to us, but like, we still do have other shit to do. we’ll keep in touch though!” Siffrin might have just imploded. actually, sorry, scratch that, that literally happened in the game and the world nearly ended.

this story has to be “found family.” maybe they’ll get there one day, but Siffrin is simply not well-adjusted enough (or at all) to trust that any other kind of relationship is real enough to last. and it takes NEARLY BREAKING REALITY for them to accept even that much! that it’s possible for him, specifically! that the words aren’t empty dreams, that they’ve found something that they’re allowed to keep, that it’s not as one-sided as he’d convinced himself out of fear and self-loathing. that they won’t forget or be forgotten.

if Siffrin didn’t have the exact fears and insecurities and traumas that he has, i might still be looking at all those heavy-handed family conversations and going “urgh, okay, we get it, this is a bit much.”

but now i kinda appreciate those convos way more??? because it feels more like a conversation, a point of contrast with what this story means when it invokes “found family.”

it's not about the rigid roles or cozy aesthetics of family. Siffrin is not looking for a mom or a cousin or a sister or a little sibling. they want a home. somewhere to go, people to return to instead of just “visit.” roots, connection, permanence, safety. that is what “family” means to him. why his sadness is Mal du Pays—homesickness.

that’s also why just saying it isn’t enough! that’s why the final loop had to be ugly and broken. Siffrin needed to see that these people wouldn’t abandon them, even at their worst. that they could see him lashing out and bitter and needy and hurtful and still see someone worth loving. and that they would do this all before the word “family” is ever spoken, and would still do it even if it was never said.

the heavy emphasis on family and labels is, in some ways, a misdirect from the actual problems and the actual solution. the full friendquest run is a fakeout for Siffrin in that "the power of friendship" isn't enough to save them—at least, the one-sided, shiny veneer of it isn't. it takes raw, painful, soul-baring vulnerability—no masks to hide the ugliness, no "i'm fine, tell me how i can help you," no running away. the solution is ultimately "the power of friendship" and/or "found family," whatever you want to call it, as long as by those things you mean something messy and stubborn and mutual in its earnest devotion, riddled with misunderstandings and mistakes and the ever-present capacity to hurt each other, and still, always, bursting with love.

[lexdelioncourt]

I have 2 fears regarding Devil's Minion

- that they would focus less on past DM and more on present DM (there have been a lot of hints with Eric and Assad, but almost nothing w Assad and Luke)

- that they would focus more on the toxic aspect (re Rolin's comments that it will be majorly fucked up) rather than the domestic part

But I love love love your hopeposting, its so refreshing

Hey! I'm so glad you enjoy my hopeposting! Don't get me wrong, I have my fears too (these two own my ass) but I'm always trying to remember things that we know, while trying to tap into as much media analysis as possible in order to keep the hope alive. So let's inject some hope, shall we?

Personally I believe there are too many things that have been teased in S1/2 that don't really make sense to me if past-DM didn't happen. The main and most obvious one to me being the weirdly soft moments Armand has with Daniel (stopping Louis from messing with him, comforting Daniel when Louis brings up the Alice thing, apologising on behalf of Louis after he did that, the soft conversation at the beginning of Episode 2.3, the long companionable silences that are emphasised by repeated shots of Daniel's audio recording program). This is not the way someone would behave towards a total stranger they met once 50 years ago, tortured for a week, and then never saw again until now. SOMETHING has changed in this relationship between 1973 and 2022. Before and after having fallen in love?? Hopefully!

I also think that these softer moments hint to us that we will hopefully see their relationship as equal parts messy and soft (like we've seen with Loustat), because the writers are doing a great job of giving us some well-rounded characters and complex ships and I hope that they will continue to do so. Rolin's comment about something "majorly fucked up" between them could go any way I think. I mean it's majorly fucked up if Armand did wipe all of Daniel's memories! Chasing him around the world is also pretty fucked up! A lot of stuff they do is fucked up! But they have those soft moments too, soft moments I think show Armand is still having in those scenes I mentioned above. Also, it's always key to remember that showrunners talk shit all the time to keep from spoiling their shows. He's going to be trolling and redirecting and trying to keep a lid on things as much as possible so I don't think we should worry too much on that front.

On the Alice thing, I'm not gonna beat a dead horse, we all know the theories but I think the key takeaways are

The "she felt freer to hold her hand" line (because there has been throughout the entire show a repeating refrain of "European sensibilities", "they care less about what you look like or who you're looking at").

2. The very intentional editing of that scene ("what did she *flashback of Armand* say when you asked her to marry you *shot of Armand*". I think this is a VERY intentional editing choice. This isn't subtext, this is just THE TEXT.

Also the fact that the show has kept the past timeline the same as the book timeline (OG interview in 1973) and mentioned the failed proposal as happening in 1985 (the year Daniel is turned in the books) also gives me hope that essentially the show is going to do a book canon divergence thing where, instead of young Daniel's turning, we get the breakup/mindwipe thing and we see an alternate universe where Daniel lives his full life.

Finally, purely from a storytelling point of view, I think objectively the only completely satisfying way to show Daniel and Armand's relationship is if past-DM happened. I make it no secret that I am a romance girlie (in fact I am writing my PhD dissertation on a niche subgenre of popular romance), and I have posted before about how the Devil's Minion chapter meets all the genre requirements for a romance. The second chance romance trope (for those who don't know) is a super fun trope in which a pair of exes finally get their second shot at a happily ever after. This trope often involves older protagonists purely because of the whole second chance thing. The show version of Devil's Minion TO ME has all the hallmarks of a second-chance romance and I will shout about it unapologetically!! Also speaking of tropes, never forget that the amnesia plotline is an EXTREMELY popular telenovela trope.

I'm not gonna get to into all the reasons why I think past-DM happened (because there's plenty of posts and analyses out there and you didn't even ask for that lol). But I do think the main reason we've seen a lot of Eric/Assad and not really a whole lot of Luke/Assad is because Luke is a walking, living, breathing spoiler. While we are all choosing to believe past-DM happened it still isn't show confirmed and if they start parading Luke around too much, then that's basically confirmation that they're doing past-DM because why the fuck else would they pay to drag him back if they weren't?

I also think they'd be crazy to not keep utilising him, because he is so incredible (also, the more I think about it the more I think that the very idea of setting this as a second interview and showing young Daniel at all leads me to believe in past-DM, simply because showing the young/old Daniel dichotomy probably wasn't even 100% necessary to the broader storyline if past-DM didn't happen).

I'm so sorry, this reply totally got away from me haha. But I hope it made sense and injected some hope!

[babextoken]

yeah, I’ll fuckin text you back, I’m the dumbest girl alive

Dangerous to Me series ⟡ chapter 5

catch up or relive it ˚𝜗𝜚˚‧ masterlist

summary: or the Top 5 Most Mortifying Things to Happen at a Listening Party. Number 1 will make you reconsider accepting future invitations 🫣 pairing: Vessel x reader wc: 1.2k head's up: still the same old idiot frenemies in love, silly listicle format for a little bit, texting, yearning, Vessel throws a party, talking about sex, bizarre behavior a/n: I wrote this while riding in the car through the mountains in an attempt to not lose my mind. ⟡₊⋆∘˚⊹ Situation Enjoyers™: @lifemod17 @glitterghost @adenobabe  @jeriiicho @milk--bones  @okoatmeal  @horsebiologist @intake-of-breath @fruitsandcheese @killed-by-thegods @goosepond69 @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @lynzeequitlollygagging @thatxxjiyong-ssi  @cloudy-soul @daddysaidbringthethunder  @evisnotok @cheomain @object-of-my-desire @dreamer-lost-in-wonderland @thedemonofsodom @canopies-of-gold-and-evergreen @thewayyoulay @houseofsleeptoken @jerrysghostwriter @music-lover23 @renegadebirch @blackcherrywhiskey @saythatuwill @temptation-waits @kenjipepsi1 @iiischeckeredsocks

recommended listening:

Coming in at #5: You didn’t know anyone at the party except for the host! Now maybe it’s controversial to rank this one so low, but you went in knowing this would be the case. Bonus points to you for having a fully charged phone and plenty of interesting apps to make it look like you were busy and in high demand! 

#4: You and every other girl opted for the same little black dress and boots. Self explanatory but still irritating no less. What in the y/n fan fiction is this? 

All of our introverts will appreciate this next one!

#3: There were no pets to hide with. What else is there to say? 

#2: Vessel’s EP was good. Like really good. It seriously fucked. You’re now forced to concede that he has even more redeeming qualities than you previously thought.

And finally, #1:

Vessel iced you out. Well, was it really icing someone out if all you get is a polite nod and a raised beer bottle? You’re still not sure how you made the cut for this listening party. There had to be 30 or 40 people here, and it wasn’t even at his house. It was some rental space in a corporate building but you wouldn’t have been surprised by this information if you had just looked up the address instead of mindlessly plugging it into Maps. You had built up in your mind this fantasy of what this party would be…if you ruminated on it nightly then it would happen. You could will it into existence. You would come over in your slinky dress and bzzzt 

m0thmansdad: my friend 😭 my account got hacked soz 

What the hell? Instead of being a cynic, you decide to be the dreamy magical thinking girly and decide that it was fate that brought mothmansdad back to you during this abysmal party. Just as you were perfectly executing a French Exit an hour early, you got that message. Closing one door to open another. It always falls into place. You decide to message him back later once you’re home because you know you’ll get sucked in. 

You: 😭 you’re back m0thmansdad: was worried I got your username wrong or something  You: no, I was out actually. m0thmansdad: a date? 😏

You: no. A whack party. 

Was the party actually whack? No. Not at all. You had to admit that the first couple of minutes just sitting for a bit listening to the EP as a group was awkward at first, but it was oddly…fulfilling to see Vessel listen to his EP and get instant feedback from his friends and colleagues. And everyone else’s reactions were priceless too. Perhaps Vessel had a more interesting and worthwhile life outside of the video store than you thought. But he still wouldn’t look at you. You were at the party but you weren’t “on the inside.” Some folks came up and asked how you knew Ves, but that was about it. It was at that moment you realized how different you were not just from this crowd but from people in general. You wanted to be engaging. Warm. But because Vessel ignored you, you felt like an unworthy outcast. As if the hivemind said, if Vessel doesn’t want to talk to her, then neither do we.

m0thmansdad: oh?

You: yeah. Coworker’s party. Didn’t go how I imagined it would. 

m0thmansdad: dove, you should know better than to have high expectations with him smh 

“Dove.” Doves were gentle, delicate creatures. You felt like a bull in a china shop on a good day. 

You: I know. It wasn’t even expectations…it was full blown delulu time 

m0thmansdad: how so 

You: better to give it a voice 

You: you don’t want to hear this anyways 

m0thmansdad: I know my limits. And there are very few when it comes to you, my friend 

you: alright. So he invited me to this party and told me not to mention it to our other coworkers

m0thmansdad: ok

you: so I thought…this is so stupid. I thought maybe it was a ruse to get me over there. And that I’d be the only one.

m0thmansdad: …?

You: like, ok, imagine it! It’s not that far-fetched. He invites me over for this party and on two separate occasions he asks me to not say anything to anyone else. And he called me a good girl when I said I wouldn’t. 

m0thmansdad: Freud would have loved you 

you: stfu dude. Anyways. So I imagined I’d get there, he’d invite me in…

It unfolded so softly in your mind. You’d knock on the door to Vessel’s place, and he’d greet you by looking you up and down in your pretty dress, thanking you for coming. Inside, the lights would be dim, the EP playing, a bottle of wine on the coffee table. But no guests. 

“I must be fashionably early,” you’d joke. 

“No, no…right on time,” Vessel would say as he took your purse for you. 

Of course you had no idea what his place looked like, so you just imagined there’d be vinyls, maybe books. You’d spend a while looking around when you feel Vessel’s eyes dancing across your backside. Like out of a dream, you’d look back at him and ask softly, “when is everyone coming?”

You restarted and replayed this part of the fantasy over and over. Maybe Vessel would shrug, looking innocent, and tell you not to worry about the others. Or, maybe he’d stalk over to you, hands in his pockets whispering, “who, darling? No one else is coming.” Either way, you needed to end up on his lap. 

“God, you’re such a good girl,”  he’d say as one wide hand grasps your waist as the other gently holds your jaw, his fingers making their way into your mouth. You’d moan softly, grinding against him and feeling the shared excitement building. Fucking him on the couch would probably be one of life’s greatest pleasures if you ever got the chance. If he ever gave you the attention you so desperately craved. 

m0thmansdad: well then….

m0thmansdad: what an…active imagination you have. Thanks for sharing?

You must have glazed over and went into some kind of trance because you realize you practically sent him three paragraphs of your fantasy. 

You: can we pretend I didn’t just send that?

m0thmansdad: we can pretend, sure, but I won’t forget. You know how to paint a pretty picture, dove

m0thmasdad: too bad you left early. he might have liked to get you alone once everyone was gone

You hadn’t considered that…but wait…

You: I never said I left early.

m0thmansdad: lucky guess since you thought it was so whack lol 

m0thmansdad: unless I’m wrong? 

m0thmansdad: dove? 

the next morning 

You: sorry, fell asleep. no. You were right. As always. French exited and everything. 

m0thmansdad: no worries x 

m0thmansdad: love that about you. you know what you want and you just do whatever. Refreshing. 

You: that is my MO, yeah.

A few moments pass.

m0thmansdad: sorry to run but there’s someone absolutely pounding at my front door. It’s 9 am ffs 😩 you: mhm. No worries. I’m out and about anyways. Talk to you soon, I PROMISE! :) xoxo

[nostalgiaforplacesweneverknew]

hiii i want to rq lewis pullman characters ❤️ how would they react if their lovers wanted to do their makeup for them?

So cute! <3

Lewis Pullman characters x fem!Reader | 0.4k | Headcanon, fluff.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ▹ You have the prettiest boyfriend. You just wanna make him a little prettier.

Our two Bobs and Major Major will sit perfectly still and allow it, but only because they’re too busy looking at you the entire time. They’re sitting and you’re standing between their legs, hands on their faces, tilting them back so you have a better angle to work with. They close their eyes and relish the feel of your fingers, so gentle, on their skin. They don’t even care what you’re doing. When you tell them to open their eyes, they’re smiling dopily up at you with their hands on your waist or your hips. They’re just so in love <3 

Rocco Gauthier and Rhett Abbott wouldn’t necessarily vehemently object, but they’re not into it. They’d kind of chuckle when you ask, but they’re like, “No… I don’t think so.” They prefer to watch you put yours on, if you wear any. They like the quiet process of it. BUT they let you curl their eyelashes once because they’ve always been curious about that little contraption. “Will it hurt?” They’d ask, flinching a little when you bring it closer to their face. “No,” you laugh, “don’t worry, babe, I’ll be gentle.”  

Miles Miller lets you do it, but he’s pretty neutral about it… not particularly enthusiastic or all that reluctant. Honestly, whatever makes you happy. Miles would legit kill to make you happy, so what’s a little eyeshadow?

Harrison Knott and Jordan Weaver are all in. In my opinion, Jordan’s pretty effeminate and would be the most enthusiastic about it out of all the guys. Harrison wouldn’t exactly be jumping at the chance, but he’s a good sport and definitely has fun with it. He’ll even jokingly suggest which shades of eyeshadow to use on him.

Ben Mears, Calvin Evans, and Todd Stewart are probably in the “definitely not” category. Todd never letting you do it, because if his frat bros hear about it he will actually never live it down. I can just picture Calvin frowning adorably when you ask him, like, “Please, no, darling… anything but that.” I don’t know enough about Ben yet, but I just see him as a “No way are you putting mascara on me” kind of guy lol. 

The only reason Thomas Keefer ever agrees is to make you happy, but he’s going to grumble and complain about it the entire time. “If I didn’t love you, honey…” he mutters while you giggle, applying some blush to the apples of his cheeks. “And you better not tell anyone about this.” And you’re buttering him up, “Aww but you’re sooo pretty, Thomas!” It works. He complains every time you ask, but he always sits down and tells you, all resigned, “Alright, go on and make me pretty then.”

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐕𝐈𝐕 ༊*·˚

[seraphapple]

Satoru Gojo x f!reader

symbiosis

mdni, 18+, fem!reader, overstimulation, edging, premature cumming , slight choking (m.receiving). he’s pathetic and a hypocrite. using a toy together. nicknames: angel, baby,

if you could use it then why couldn’t he? that was his relationship philosophy. you shared everything with each other. he insisted on it. whether it would be the last bite of your favourite snack or his stupidly expensive white tees he’d dress you in after a shower together ‘to save water’. hell he even accidentally used your toothbrush once— you didn’t need to know that though. It was a symbiotic relationship really, if one benefits then surely the other can too.

but with all the love in his heart, he felt betrayed. did you even love him anymore?

cut back to a few moments— it was a languid summer day, you stuck in your shared apartment while he was still away on a gruelling mission. sending late night pics & ‘miss you’ texts to each other while he rotates between different hotels for various locations just isn’t cutting it anymore. you needed a part of him that’s physical. you were less than ashamed to settle for one of his tees that you sprayed his spare expensive cologne on and a wand that was buried deep in your drawer (he wouldn’t snoop there).

and as if the chants of his name manifested him— he now was standing in the doorway, clearing his throat to instill shock that he caught you in the act (like he hasn’t been watching you for a few minutes in actuality). he found it suspicious & somewhat worrying that you weren’t replying to his texts announcing his upcoming arrival. it all makes sense now.

he initially had you lay on your stomach, his big palm pressing down on your lower back so your whole cunt was spread on the cushion head of the buzzing wand he was gripping with the other.

he’s been at this for an hour now.

the over sensitivity was reaching all parts of your limbs as your thighs shook and toes curled. and he hasn’t even touched you yet. not skin to skin or even the flesh of his lips to yours. to Satoru, making you cum over and over with merely the vibrating massager only seemed like the most vile way of punishing you, as if his glaringly obvious and unfiltered jealousy and hatred over an object made out of plastic and rubber wasn’t unbearing enough.

though the louder vibrations seemed to drown out your whines and pleas of overstimulation like it was mocking him. definitely the first for all of his senses and six eyes to be whisked away from you. and he hated that it was diverting your fixed attention from him too. if it wasn’t for his aching bulge that filled the extra fabric of his sweats, he’d have thrown it out already.

“too much?” he scoffs with an unamused laugh, “didn’t look too much when i walked in on you desperately riding this thing like you don’t have me all to yourself already.”

“was thinking of you—“

“that’s cute.” he says dryly.

he increased the setting in a way that matched his growing annoyance . the stupid vibrating head was causing you to twitch, legs thrashing and arms reaching behind for him that he couldn’t accommodate with just two hands that were already preoccupied with keeping your dripping pussy snug against the massager.

he feels like a man starved as he feels his mouth salivating over the sight of you with wistful eyes as he was longing for a taste— he’ll blame it on muscle memory though.

Some would argue that his method of punishment was counterproductive at best.

“ngh— Satoru,” You let out a louder whine when the vibrations abruptly stop, tugging down his own pants with a hiss at the cool air while you let out breathy moans and drool escaping your pretty lips against his cotton pillow.

“why are you whining for me? I'm not the one touching you.” he remarks curtly. You roll your eyes and he turns it on again on the highest setting in a fleeting moment.

“fuck fuck— im sorry—“ you honestly looked so pathetic that he considers giving you a change of pace— which he does, but swears he didn’t follow out of the courtesy of his heart— his arms effortlessly lift you up to gently place you onto your back before they’re both on you again— Satoru and the massager. but all the tension goes to your tightening tummy again as Satoru straddles your hips with his back facing you, keeping the massager pointed right over your clit by spreading your legs with a mean grip.

his hips were starting to buck into the air slightly. his dripping precum trailing between your syrupy folds just at the sight of you despite not feeling any stimulation against his own body.

you mewl when your legs spasm for the nth time and the unsteady roll of your hips abruptly causes the vibrator to touch the underside of his cock—

“fuck—” Satoru gasps, pearl like cum shooting out in silky threads as his knuckles turn white from the grip on the wand.

oh.

maybe he didn’t notice how with every orgasm of yours he was getting more and more pent up with no release of his own, but he was too shocked to comprehend that he came so suddenly and so much just from a single friction of stimulation— from your stupid vibrator no less. and he is still hard. if your vision wasn’t so blurry and your ears not ringing bells, you’d snicker at the irony.

he pants rapidly as his cum continuously rolls down from his tip in milky beads onto the still buzzing cushion that’s coated with your slick.

he was so out of tune with his own body that he didn't even register his own hand that was holding the massager moving back up to his throbbing cock.

Satoru would rather curse himself before admitting it, but the friction of rubbing against your vibrator with your juices and his on them is adding to the already growing heat in his abdomen.

“oh fuckk,” he seethes through his plush lips.

“toru?” you let out a curious murmur of his name, recognising the buildup of familiar whimpers from his lips with the loud buzzing never having stopped once. but before you can crane your neck to the side— now both of them are on you— the heaviness of his dick snug between your plush folds as they hug around his length, your warm heat making his tip throb as it twitches from the mind numbing vibrations.

even though the buzzing against your clit was still apparent, it was tame enough now through the flesh of his dick that you could take some time focusing on your breathing before Satoru sloppily moves his hips again— rubbing himself between your slick folds like your cunt was his own toy.

he thinks he could just pass out like this, the sensation of something new with your familiar warmth underneath that felt like home, how he could feel your clit throbbing every time he twitched. despite the overbearing robotic stimulation, it made him more hyper aware of every small movement and twitch of you underneath his cock, and he fixated on seeking out more.

“f-fuck, stop moving so much,” you mumble with glossy eyes.

“shh just gotta get nice an’ wet, angel,” he rasps before increasingly rolling his hips into you.

your legs thrash against his before he spreads his legs further, halting any of your movements. and when his knees pin yours to the silk bedding, your nails rake against the first surface they can reach— the expanse of his back. he hisses. any form of satisfaction from the small reaction you elicited diminishes when he suddenly moves backwards— the sudden weight of him pinning not just your arms but your entire form to the bed. you almost think you’re not breathing as the air gets forced out of your lungs—

“dickhead,” you rasp

“you like it.” he says with a grin that’s just so familiar and so him.

he shifts the vibrator to his base, the buzz vibrating straight against your clit through the length of his cock.

your hands slip out from beneath his shoulder just enough to reach his neck, eliciting a needy whine from your lover before his own rests on top of yours— encouraging you to tighten your fingers around his neck. what a whore. andd as you do so, he switches the vibrations to another rhythm— of course he’d love the annoying patterns that you never use.

“fuckkk, baby, why didn’t you tell me it felt this good?” he groans

“you wouldn’t let—“ you get cut off by another louder but pained wince when you unintentionally tighten your fingers around his neck.

you freeze, thinking you hurt him, before he lets out a coy laugh. one that vibrates deep against your chest. He takes your hand and kisses the back of it in silent apology— he was much less accustomed to words in this regard.

“you’re gonna give me an aneurysm,” you let out a breathy sigh, mixing in with a haughty laugh of his.

his orgasm, when it arrives all too quickly, rivals yours in the high volume of moans that leave his mouth and the way his back arches above your torso. he un-miraculously falls back against you, the toy now thrown aside and the tip of it buzzing against silken sheets.

“hypocrite.. you were enjoying it more than me,” you laugh, musing over his previous pathetically loud whines that outmatched yours.

“men can change,” he replies, unashamed, and turns his head to capture your lips in a chaste kiss.

[resonant-singularity]

arranged very loosely in most to least likely

irritable ghost - based on undertales Mad Mew Mew, who is textually and canonically a transgender woman

lion waitress - basically canonically a trans woman, also using evidence from Undertale (a similar lion appears in that game unhappily wearing a suit, but following the barrier breaking, is happily wearing a dress. crediting Mettaton, another transgender character, for giving her the confidence to do this)

ralsei - an emotional sequence plays Lost Girl as opposed to some other song (Lost Girl also played for one of Susies flashbacks, so far Ralsei is the only presumably male character that song has played for), a pattern of vigilantly decentering ones own needs for others due to an abysmal self worth, finds feminine things cute and pretty and blushes when considered cute and pretty

susie - this evidence is far more allegorical than literal, so susie could just be a transgender allegory rather than being literally transgender, but doctors do not understand her, people fear her, worry that exposure to her will cause others to become like her. she is hated and shunned from everywhere she goes, until she meets her new friends, who coincidentally also have Incredible transfeminine vibes

kris - literally already transgender. definitely nonbinary i have no intention of denying that, but perhaps the sort of nonbinary that has denied itself femininity. an it/its or she/it or they/it but in a girly way could be in their future

berdly - clings to a superficial value of oneself for all sense of self worth, perhaps all prior self worth was hollowed out by rampant and suppressed gender dysphoria. i know i acted a lot like berdly before i transitioned

dess - carol seems to be a very, preservationy kinda gal. to have one of her daughters, the focus of this narrative, be transgender as well could interact nicely. also it'd be cool as hell

alvin - entirely unfulfilled. in an objectively good spot in life, respected by his community, with a stable income, yet he is just not happy. he lacks the creative spark, he only sees himself in the negative, what he isn't. that is to say estrogen can save her

jevil - estrogen would make her worse, it'd be funny though

nice cream guy - catfished a dude while pretending to be a girl and got Really into it. you can be a girl for realsies too take my hand

every other female character - you can argue a character is cisgender without any evidence so i can argue they are transgender too! theres no evidence against it

jockington - as above, also itd be funny

starwalker - itd be funny

spamton, tenna - not the right kind of unfulfillment for transfemininity in my opinion, but others have argued for it and i do kindaaa see it. could argue more strongly for them being trans men tbh

rudy, sans - i don't see it. they seem plenty confident in their masculinity

asgore - asgore being a trans woman would undermine the messaging surrounding how he is behaving with respect to his own masculinity

good post about asgore

"nobody" otherwise known as mettaton - literally a transgender man already. objectum as fuck though he and tenna should get t4t with it

i can provide an evidenced and supported argument for most deltarune characters being transfeminine. game of the year

[vsa-pieldepapel]

I still love your post-deltarune ralsusie hc where she lives in a truck(?) and basically spends her whole free time on the dark world with ralsei. (Though I can't find it :() How has chapter 3 and 4 affected that headcanon for you? Also, what do you think Ralsei is? kris's horns? green crayon? some other unidentified object? Not even a object and just pure darkness???

if you're struggling to filter for specific things, you can add /archive to the blog url and filter by the tag #ralsusie, it has to be there im certain. Was probably an ask, as you see, asks are how I end up rambling about different ideas... Lets get into it together anon

yeah, the whole thing was flipped over on its head, not gonna lie. Now that the writing has been emphatic on the illusory ethereal nature of Dark Worlds, including confirmation that DW food doesn't actually fill the stomach, I can't say the best end is one in which Susie stays... There is a theme that was planted since Ch.2 but has become especially resonant recently, which is escapism into idealistic fantasy worlds, and I feel like the theme being built upon here is finding fulfilment in the real, too. My gut's telling me that what is being set up here now is Susie taking Ralsei out of the darkness to bring him to the Light World, so he can live as a normal 17 year old guy without worrying about the end of the world.

I remember the unused blushy sprites from chapter 2 that, at the time, I believed toby removed because they were a little too ralsusie-y (Susie lowkey flips her shit internally in them) but now I see that the probable actual reason on top of my Pepe Silvia reason is that toby chose a much more poignant moment to reveal that Susie has blood. Does this mean that monsters in DR bleed, and are cremated to create their "dust"? or does this mean that Susie is a hybrid between a monster and a human? It's very interesting that the discoloration of the DW that she made, influenced by her subconscious, has her coloured like a white human girl with brown hair and otherwise features purple prominently. Is that reflective of this? Being a medical enigma, caught between two worlds?

the truth is, we don't yet know. But I feel like setting up the blood to appear there was purposeful because of... Pinocchio, of all things

Ever since Spamton (puppet element, strings, long nose, a trickster/deceiver/liar), we first got introduced to a general pinocchio, puppet, strings, control, reality theme. Whoever is calling the secret bosses informed spamton about a human SOUL having the power to see past the dark into the light. Is this an indication that through the power of a human soul, a Darkner can gain a body not illusory or dependent of an object or concept? And it's very interesting the way Spamton phrases it: [A Real Boy]. Very much a pinocchio phrase.

Pinoccho is about a wooden puppet of a boy, wishing to be real, a flesh and blood human child for his father Gepetto. Eventually his wish is granted through the power of morality and love for his father (and willingness to sacrifice out of love). Ralsei insists that he's not real, but through the affection and support of Susie he has become more his own person since the very instant they met and she got him to remove his cloak.

Is the Last Prophecy meant to imply Ralsei's sacrifice? I think so, at least; the way she emphasizes that ESPECIALLY Ralsei won't let that happen is probably her placing her will to live on him (most people don't want to die). If Susie is at least partially human, could she give some of her power to help him become a real boy? Could his willingness to sacrifice, and her love, be the conduit to make him Real? Is that the ultimate subversion of the Last Prophecy? I don't know. But that's what all of this has made me think about. And I am now very excited at the idea of Ralsei becoming real, not just in spirit but through the power of hope and friendship.

(Susie can still live in a van though. They can cuddle together there).

As for what object Ralsei is, I like the green crayon as a joke a lot, but I'm honestly starting to doubt if he is an object at all. There's something special about him, his endless seemingly innate knowledge of the rules of the dark worlds, his role as a prince and a hero, the fact that he was the very first Darkner Kris and Susie met and he seems to have been spawned from the grand fountain in Castle Town... I can't confirm it either way, but that seems to suggest he may be something more like pure darkness. I don't have a strong bet at the moment though.

Thank you for this ask! My passion for ralsusie has been fanned to a forest fire with the new chapters oh my godddddd

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; choso kamo

requested by ; anonymous (13/09/24)

fandom(s) ; jujutsu kaisen

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; choso kamo

outline ; “Can I request sfw dating headcanons for (Jujutsu Kaisen) Choso with gn s/o please?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

choso may be pretty new to the whole ‘being a human’ thing, but that fact hasn’t stopped him from doing everything he can to be the best mentor, brother, friend, and boyfriend that he possibly can be — even if he can be a bit awkward and clumsy about how he approaches each of those roles sometimes

he resonates pretty strongly with all of the main love languages and makes frequent use of them all throughout your relationship — though he will lean more heavily into those that you tell him are more meaningful to you (because, in his mind, that’s what a good boyfriend ought to do)

acts of service — he lives to take care of his loved ones (you and his brothers) so it almost goes without saying that he goes out of his way to take care of you whenever he can… which usually just means him doing any and everything he can to protect you from harm (not because he doesn’t think you’re capable of keeping yourself safe, but just because he can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt in any way)

and if you return the favour by doting on him and his brothers — making sure they’re all eating by preparing extra helpings of food, checking them both over after missions to make sure they’re not brushing over any injuries, bringing them water after sparring sessions, offering a helping hand when either of them get sick, etc. — then choso will just fall even deeper in love with you and won’t quite know what to do with himself

gift giving — he brings things home from missions and trips with his brother that make him think of you — either because the object in question is explicitly related to something you’ve mentioned liking/that he’s noticed that you like, or because it just reminded him of you for some reason — and while this usually entails bought things (like jewellery or clothing or food or merch) this can sometimes mean him just picking up a pretty flower or a neat rock and bringing it back to you (usually with yuuji’s encouragement, because duh)

and for his own part he adores and keeps everything you gift to him for as long as possible (unless it’s something perishable, like flowers, or made to be consumed)

physical touch — he may not be accustomed to gentle touches and physical affection, having spent most of his life before you either wholly isolated or surrounded by violence, but once you introduce him to it he becomes almost addicted to it. he can’t get enough of your kisses, your hugs, the way you hold him like he’s something precious, and if you don’t stop him he could easily spend the whole day curled up in your arms, nuzzling your neck and basking in your affection without ever growing tired of it

quality time — it’s important for him that he gets to spend plenty of bonding time with all of his loved ones, both independently (e.g. going on dates with you and going to the cinema with yuuji) and all together (he just wants the most important people in his life to get along…) — though as his partner he does naturally tend to spend more alone time with you and is happy to go along with whatever you have planned. after all, as long as choso gets to be with you he couldn’t care less about what you’re actually doing

words of affirmation — he’s not the most talkative person on the planet but choso rarely ever minces his words and tends to say what he means, and that means whenever he compliments or praises you that he’s being completely genuine about it

… and, likewise, on the days where he’s feeling low or less-than it helps a great deal to have you there to soothe him and wash his worries away by assuring him that he’s loved, that he’s human, and that he’s a wonderful brother (yes, even if yuuji is annoyed with him right now)

aside from the lips, obviously, his favourite places to be kissed are his hands and his cheeks — and his favourite places to kiss you are your forehead and wrists

loves it when you play with his hair while you’re cuddling and will get all cute and pouty when you stop and/or start (lovingly) teasing him about it

thinks pet names like ‘sweetheart’ and ‘baby’ and ‘love’ are cute and endearing in their own way, but nothing melts his heart quite like you straight up calling him ‘boyfriend’ (or whatever title he has at the time, e.g. ‘fiancé’ or ‘husband’)

he goes to the other teachers — and even sometimes to the students — for relationship advice a lot during the earlier stages of your courtship and applies all of what he’s told to… well… varying degrees of success

he’s very vocal and open about his support for you in just about everything you do: he does his own research, listens intently to what you have to say, shows up for you physically and monetarily, and never misses the things that are important to you unless it’s literally a life or death situation (and even then he feels terrible)

his lockscreen is a picture of you and yuuji smiling after you both took his brother to see a rerun of his favourite film in the cinema, and his homescreen is a photo of you and him on a date from super early in your relationship that you took and sent to him (and that he’s had as his homescreen ever since)

hates hearing you talk negatively about yourself and will do whatever he can to help you see yourself as he does

frets so much when you’re sent on missions without him (if you’re a sorcerer) and always tries to be the first one to check in one you when you get back — or, failing that, he’ll send in his brother on his behalf just to make sure you’re alright

[yan-lorkai]

Lorkai i just had an amazing fic idea! So im a big fan of a series called evillious and there is an object called the clockwork doll, fast forward 900 years in the timeline and it ends up in the hands of a father who lost his daughter. After some stuff happens the doll awakens, and the man believes it to be his daughter. The doll cant walk(of course), so he keeps it looked inside a room. She sings a song for her and her 'father', and she believes she doesnt need to know about the outside world. Not complaining that it has been hidden.

So i thought about, he what about malleus doing that to his darling who doesnt mind being hidden and gazing out the window. Theres another side to the fic (riddle with a master of the court reader but thats a whole other story). If youre curious im referencing the song 'miniature garden girl'

Dont worry you dont have to write it i just wanted to get the idea off my chest.

-update anon

"Won't you sing for me today?"

As the sun rises in the sky, as the moon comes out at night, you were waiting for Malleus to ask that of you when he stepped into your room. Even if he asked that of you a thousand times, a thousand times you would smile and perform for himself

Like a puppet.

A pretty doll only for his eyes to see.

And you started singing a soft, melodical song, yet, your voice range was not human. It was just slightly different than a person's voice, enough for anyone paying close attention to realize it. Malleus, though, didn't want to realize it. He wanted you, only you, plopped in his lap, resting your face on his chest as you sang.

You sounded like a mourning dove. Sad. Tired.

He could keep hearing you for centuries to come, without ever getting bored of the sound of your voice, of the way the silence was never uncomfortable when he had you exactly where he wanted you.

His fingers traced mindless patterns over your back, as you swayed from side to side, completely lost in your song and notes, and the soft way the sun shone lazily over your figure as few birds chirped on the horizon.

It was a good day, you thought, even if you hadn't much to do.

But the birds were singing, and the sun was warm enough that you could feel it in your bones. Malleus arms around you, his hot breath on your neck, the way you felt so happy whenever he was nearby. Complete. Seen. Loved.

And for you, that was enough.

You couldn't be sad for the loss of your freedom, since you never knew what freedom was.

Your world was him, and only him. And Malleus planned for things to stay that way forever.

[rats-n-roaches]

tav relationship chart!

(sorry for no minthy - i’ve never recruited her)

amadea’s thoughts on her companions below (warning for a WHOLE LOT of yapping)

Wyll: Who would've thought I'd become the object of a hero's affections? I feel so silly around him; so weightless and loved. My dad once told me I fall in love too quickly - that I mistake kindness and affection for real romantic love, which I know to be true. I realise I'm far clingier than anyone deserves, suffocatingly so, but I do think Wyll likes it. I hope he does, at least. I'd say spending so long with only that she-devil for company would make anyone starved for affection. I am, too, though. He sometimes pushes his forehead into my lips, not unlike a cat. Oftentimes, we share a tent, as I'm not so keen to be by myself anymore, and Wyll uses me as a pillow so he can sleep comfortably with his horns. Speaking of which, I find them utterly gorgeous, and I only wish I could convince him of their beauty. Maybe he'll let me dress them up some? I saw some piercing scarring on his ears, so perhaps he isn't totally against jewellery. He's definitely made for gold - I think ruby would suit him too. Or maybe prehnite, so we can match? He's good with children, I should add. Something for me to tuck away for later. I assume it's from his own childish, for lack of a better word, nature. There's a certain...naivety about him. He is every storybook hero I have read to Indigo - surely the same stories he was read as a boy. Courageous and unfaltering, never one to back down. In other words, a mite egotistical. I don't say that maliciously, of course, I say it with pity. He has such boyish pride - something I don't think is so common for someone only two years my junior.

Shadowheart: Shadowheart's nice...when she wants to be. When she told us she was Sharran, I was taken aback. First, I was worried. Shar's followers are hardly merciful. Time and time again, Shadowheart has been rather negative and graphic. She and the undead are close, and they speak lowly of us in elven. Sometimes I am thankful that my mother taught me her tongue; other times I am not. I digress - back to Shar. I, personally, find the whole cult religion of Shar to be quite...edgy. All salt, vinegar, and everything sinister. Gloomy people who decided to wallow in their grief rather than get out of it. No, I'm being rude. Most Sharrans, from what Mum said, have lost so much that they feel there is nothing left except the darkness. Maybe Shadowheart had felt that way? But she's so young...in elf years, at least. I find myself wondering what she'd gone through to turn to Shar. I see a light in her; a light that Shar has yet to diminish.

Karlach: It's nice to be travelling with a fellow tiefling. Karlach is loud and hot-headed, but she is so very sweet. Now, with my blood being pitch, I am very sensitive to heat. I can't sit too close to the hearth, I can hardly stay outside during summer and spring, and I can't be near her, lest my blood clots. I had a heart attack very young because of that. I (try to) keep my distance, but she...draws me in. She is everything I fell for in Ma him. Strong and sweet, and Hells, she even looks a bit like him. Strong jaw, wine colored skin, cat-like pupils...hers are gold, though. His were silver. I find myself staring quite often, and I can hardly turn my eye away when I watch her and Wyll in battle. I've had few infatuations with women, most stemming from my youth. Still, I can hardly decipher if my feelings are those of affection and admiration and not real love. My dad tells me that I mistake those often. I can't help but think of Wyll among this. I know it's not uncommon for people to have multiple partners, but I don't know if either would be okay with that. I'm certainly not about to broach the issue. I don't think she'll be around much longer, much as it pains me to say. I don't want her last memories of me and Wyll to be awkward or uncomfortable. Lord Death, keep her safe when she makes her journey to your domain.

Lae'zel: I don't really know much about her, but she is very scary. Understandable, considering what I know of her upbringing. in a cresh crech cresch To my surprise, she's keeping the egg we obtained. In the nursery, I was hesitant to take it. I, foolishly, assumed its parents would worry about its absence, but Lae'zel explained to our party in great detail the customs of not only how Githyanki are raised, but also their...procreation...rituals. We (sans our darling Blade) were all mildly discomforted. Digressing, she is not completely cruel. Blunt, yes. But she cares. She never had to stick with us or try to cure our parasites, but she did. I think her egg has softened her up a bit. Maybe I can help her with her kid when it hatches?

Jaheira: She knows my mother. Apparently, they were both at Moonrise one hundred years ago. I asked Mum, and she said she also laid her husband to rest before that; his name was Khalid. In many ways, Jaheira reminds me of Mum. Scary, old elven travellers, both haunted by things I doubt I could comprehend. Jaheira is more expressive than Mum has ever been, though. She's fun to talk to; we trade snarky remarks on the road. I keep forgetting she's sort of famous and not just Mum's friend, though, and Karlach is more than kind enough to remind me with a glare and stepping on my tail.

Minsc: So that statue that was a common meeting spot for Indigo and her friends turned out to be a whole living man. And hamster. I don't really have many thoughts on him. He's loud and not very smart, but he's quite fun. I will say, I was impressed and mildly nauseated when he wrestled his way out of a mimic.

Halsin: He knows my mum too. Knows of her, at least. He witnessed her performing rites at Moonrise 100 years ago. I like Halsin. He reminds me of my dad, though Dad is much less...au naturel. Scent aside, I do think the two would get along. Both are adept at healing and nursing plants. Speaking of, while in the Underdark, Halsin made a brew for me so Shadowheart wouldn't have to put me under a calming spell every hour. It was disgusting, but I believe it held the same properties as the medicine I take at home. We talk about birds sometimes. He likes that I named Indigo after one of - my little bunting.

Gale: At first, I was catty to him. I ribbed at his wizardry, at how he had to learn magic, unlike myself, who was born with it. Of course, I did have to learn magic as well - as a branch grafted onto another family tree, my parents had no way of knowing about my draconic lineage (my scales only sprouted during puberty). When I accidentally burnt a leaf off one of my dad's plants, they realised I had sorcery in my blood, and hired me a tutor so I wouldn't burn anything more valuable, such as myself. Anyways, I still poke fun at Gale, but it's all good-naturedly. Like Jaheira, we often banter back and forth, trading droll insults to one another. One time, he described me as the sister he never wanted, though he grinned as he said it.

Astarion: Kelemvor guide me. He is an undead - an abomination by your decree. In my waking, he is cruel. Our first meeting, he pinned me down with a blade. I had memories of Malieos that had not resurfaced in years. He reminds me of those in my youth (and maturity, I fear) who call me foulblood and unbirth. In my slumber, he is worse. I woke to his teeth at my neck. I can't recall what I said, but he left me alone afterwards. Did you speak through me? His eyes pierce me like his knife once did. He watches me. No others hear my pleas for his undeath to end, so I plea to you, Lord. I pray you will grant him eternal rest. I pray you guide him through the Fugue swiftly and safely, and allow his soul to sleep.

[bigshot-n-primetime]

For no reason at all in particular Tenna I recommend staying away from sharp objects, especially ones that some may consider “blades”. Ya know. Just in case. You don’t want the kiddo seeing you all scratched up.

What is it with you guys and blades?

Thank you for the advice, I suppose.

I wasn’t planning on getting scratched up.

I wouldn’t worry too much about it, love. They’re probably used to Tennas from other universes.

Yeah…

[Nova is sitting on Spamton’s lap, chirping softly at her fathers.]

[ahavaas]

:)

does wwx notice the slip up?

man, I think he does not. lan zhan asks wwx to play Dark Fuck Prince yllz and he blacks out about it, y'know?

(if you like a slightly more self-aware wwx: he calls lwj "shidi" in bed and insists this is 100% not about jc, he's just calling lwj shidi because lwj has never done this before and he's just giving lwj tips on how to bottom. no long held fantasies are popping up, lan zhan, don't even worry about it!)

does lwj bring it up outside of bed? does this prompt wwx to say "oh well you know how a shixiong/shidi relationship works" (lwj does Not Know That. no one on earth knows that. wwx's idea of a shixiong/shidi relationship is objectively insane)

lwj is Observing jc for the next couple of months and it's making jc itchy as hell. lwj suddenly has all kinds of questions that seem to come out of the blue. half of them are related to wwx (why is he asking jc about this? Isn't he married to the man?).

wwx: the one time I try to top jc gets in my head and fucks it all up. :( this is his fault. homophobic in some way.

Tell me about the time WWX accidentally said "JC" instead of "LWJ" one time he thought LWJ was being a)very cute and b)very unreasonable. (or in bed. that works too.)

see, LWJ *was* being both cute and unreasonable. it wouldn't have been a big deal, but wwx said it in front of Jin Ling, who'd already had an unfortunate "dad" incident in front of someone important earlier that month.

(in bed? ahhh let's say (I feel it in my heart) lwj desperately wanted to play "yllz and virginal captive"/wanted to get topped by wwx for once.

it went really well! super fun for everyone involved! until the moment wwx (slightly overwhelmed) made some horny threat to *jiang cheng* specifically because he wasn't watching his mouth. dealer's choice as to whether they ever acknowledge this happened.)

[starry-bi-sky]

don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au

this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--

his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!

So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.

Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.

Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.

And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.

Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.

Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.

He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?

Then there's Pēnelópeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.

Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.

They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.

Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.

He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.

His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.

Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.

It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.

He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.

Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.

He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.

He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.

Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.

It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.

It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.

"I've become my grandfather."

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Then finally, after what seemed like forever, a stupid, arrogant, little man cut the webs and set the monster free.

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