#THATS INTERESTING ENOUGH WHAT IS ALL OF THIS EXTRA SHIT

[imustbenuts]

the hundred line coming of age route thoughts about the narrative and eito. (general spoilers)

the guy's officially multiplied inside my brain. anyway.

this route made me laugh a lot. thinking about how eito was defeated with the power of friendship that he helped curate gives me the giggles.

but thats not the real intersting bit for me. i found it interesting on a game mechanical level how much this route mirrors the beat of the 2nd scenario (that branches into truth and rebellion routes), but consistently refused to let me/the player pick decisions for takumi at the parts where he should.

in effect here, eito has hijacked the decisions for takumi and the latter willingly lets him subconsciously or not. takumi seems very happy to have the old eito back that he just. throws everything he knows about the actual eito out the window. sure he still wants eito to be happy but this isnt proper understanding, its one sided imposing of his will.

thanks to that whole dynamic though theres the very cool part of him coming up with the plan of cutting himself in half to banzai on veshy and also the not at all cool (and very evil actually what the actual fuck man!!) idea of brainwashing eito to keep him in check.

takumi does not see the real eito in this route and does not seem to meaningfully care about him here. this is like. mundanely evil shit. he does things just heroic enough to get the girl but in doing so makes everything (the truth, the reality, the nuance of the war) a farce for his shounen plotline.

takumi was this close to getting eito on his side if he just showed concern and understanding about his condition, but he just kinda went 'eh, sirei can brainwash this away no big'. the can of evil he just unleashed unto this route with that decision is so fucking absurd that im actually glad eito went final boss on takumi.

because fuck you takumi, you dont deserve the full good ending on this route actually. the friendship hardwork victory tropes? pweh.

understandable.

takumi ends this route either by mutually killing himself and eito, or he does the heroic thing and gets the girl but with eito just quitting the plot. i cant even blame eito for offing himself. ...i kinda feel terrible for him actually. this route is torture on the guy.

they also... do not make it to day 100, and the exodus project is probably still ongoing. they lack critical information that immunizes them to further manipulation from both sides. eito pulls off the ultimate pallete corruption here at least for me. its great.

with what i mentioned in my eito meta appreciation thoughts post im adding "eito can also be the judge jury executioner of the mc", but as a little bit of that as an extra at least in this route.

its very fun but also very fascinating at what happens if takumi just does his own things instead of the player braincell input

also me at eito in the final battle: "why are you here why are you even bothering to fight i can delete you in 2 turns!!! why did you engage in wave 3 like this?! what did you come here for?! go home!!!!!"

also also. shion saying "the power of hemoanima is omnipotent (万能bannou)", and then having takumi interpreting that as "erractic (出鱈目 detarame)" is killing me. detarame implies 'asspull' or 'complete bullshit' in this context.

EDIT:

this cg in the Best Friends ending is also. mwah. the way its framed is so one sided. the handle of the scythe seperates the two. interpretation ahoy but i see this as takumi's footing (social power context) being higher, and he can just force his ideals to eito, but doesnt fully go to his level to understand him. eito seems to be just on the ground waiting for death and dragging takumi with him. neither is willing to compromise their position to seek full mutual understanding

...until takumi lowers himself by giving in to his anger and hate, forcing himself and his whole deal onto eito

lowkey wondering if this whole plot was just some kind of long winded suicide plan by eito too.

[windmillthatslikewindmilling]

what is all of this Lore in the scp interrupting the silly

[lemongogo]

college … wasted on the youth (me)

[cokou]

Note ✉* ~ ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I'VE POSTED OML😭😭 ENJOY THIS ONE GUYS.. :3 || Do not translate, transfer, or reform, this is my only account (exp. Ao3), will not be cross posted anywhere. || 𖤐٭┆Masterlist

Summary* ~ Knowing that your kind will vanish of the world soon enough as the population was running low, Law just wanted to help you. PT 2 now released😭 Warnings* ~ Breeding kink, || Genre* ~ NSFW, Smut

Author's note ✉* ~ I made up the species guys, it's not it one piece 😭 but id describe it as someone who has a pair of horns and thats it. You guys can imagine anything youll like for this one!!<33

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Staring off into the distance of the Island, you notice that there was a ship docked along with a jolly roger up on the sail of the ship. Slowly, you notice that it's jolly roger belonged to the heart pirates. Curiosity peeked your interest to search their little ship for some treasures that you'd be interested in 'borrowing'. And so, you rushed excitedly to conseal your identity, starting of with a little hat to cover your little pair of horns.

As you made your way through the skimpy alleyway in order to get into the docks, you were met with a few of the ships pirate members. They were chattering and fighting on which place in the Island should they inspect or go first. As they were arguing on who was correct and who to follow, you hid behind a wall big enough to conceal your appearance.

You waited for everyone to completely come out of the ships surroundings and make the order of going into the island's plaza first. They hadn't notice your quiet appearance sneaking into the ships entrance as you tried to scatter around and find a perfect place to hide for a while. The ship was absolutely huge and big from the inside, everything was perfect. Their shipwright must've took their time to build such an amazing ship.

In the moment as you wait for the loud silence outside, you analyze all the pathways and hallways to be atleast a bit familiarized by the facility. The inside was cold and freezing, making you receive goosebumps and shivers. You walk around for a good minute and found a hallway full of unlocked but closed doors. Thinking that it would be your chance to scan them. You quietly open the door to reveal a small room enough to fit 2 persons in them. You welcome yourself inside and threw yourself into the soft, fluffy bed.

You open the drawers and closets one by one and scattered everything, looking for some treasures or maybe some extra berries to afford your new clothes. As you were scattering through their room, you hadn't notice the glancing made behind you as a particular person were watching you claw out everything off his crewmates items.

"Tsk." You froze. The excitement you felt faded and was replaced with heartbeats beating faster than its regular rate. Shit.

"And what exactly are you doing here?" You turn to look at the doorway, being met by a tall man looming over almost as tall as the doorway itself, looking at you. You murmured curses under your breath as you thought of the most possible way to get out of this situation.

Snarling at the man in attempt to threaten him doesn't seem to work at all, you thought of jumping on him to get away quickly.

"Well? Should've made effort to hide your identity atleast." The man still leaning against the doorway.

"That is not apart of your business!"

"It kindoff is, this is my ship we're talking about yes?"

"Oh yes, i heard that your species are worth beyond 10's of million right? That's a lot for a single one of you, although i heard your species might be running low on population eh?"

It was crazy how such a man knew about the brink population of your kind, yes it was true, that being said the prices of such kinds had raised by the human marketing. Only approximately 100 had been left due to the human marketing, ending their fates to become slaves in human houses or worser, celestial dragons.

"So what?!" You snarled.

"Want me to help you?" Help you? But with what? You notice a growing smirk on his face, making you a bit more confused.

"Whatever it is i don't need your help! I-" He pins you to the nearest wall, your hat falling off your hair revealing your horns. You quickly step up your hands to cover them but was stopped by the man.

"Name's Law by the way." Moments after that your mind had brought about seeing his wanted posters against city walls that you had been visiting. This was the heart pirates ship, you forgot. The one pinning you against the wall was their captain?!

Law latches his mouth onto your neck and suckles on it, causing you to jolt at the unfamiliar feeling of someones mouth against you. He lets go of your wrists, snaking his hands to your torso to keep you in place as he suckles on your neck. You respond with your hands wrapping on his hair, grabbing a handful of them.

"Ouhm...(Name).." you muttered.

"What?" Law removes himself from you.

"Thats uhm..my name."

"Great, I'll keep that in mind." Law drags you to the nearest bed, which wasnt his but his fellow crew member. He just hoped that no stains would be left behind.

He pushes you gently on the bed and climbs himself up, crawling towards you and gently snakes his hands over your body. He trails his fingers towards the curve of your body, starting with your tits, to your waists, to your legs and even to your toes. He cherishes all of you and slowly unbuttons your top.

"Wait what the hell do you think you're doing!?" You slap his hands off your top.

"What? I taught it was already clear what we were doing." He looks at you. "Course you'd like to expand a bit more of your kind right? Im just helping you." You definitely thought of outcomes such as this but never expected that this was all about, breeding.

You nod at his behalf to continue, he doesn't stop trailing his hands all over you, stopping midway onto your breasts to grasp them and giving them a little squeeze. He takes his opportunity to undress your too to reveal more of your chests. He tosses the now removed top from you onto the cold floor, now only in your bottoms as he plays with your bare titties.

Bringing his mouth towards the hardened nipple, he sucks on it like there was no tomorrow and continues massaging your other tit. His mouth and hands were so full with your breasts as he even barely fit your whole honkers on his hands. The fats spilling at the crack of his fingers from him grabbing them so hard he could rip them off.

Pulling off your nipples, he licks his mouth at the slight salty taste of your skin. He moves his hands at the waistband of your bottoms, slowly taking them off together with your underwear. Now leaving you fully naked for him, tossing the clothes aside once again.

"That's not fair!" You yelp.

"What's not fair?"

"You're fully dressed and I'm not!" You tug at his shirt, demanding him to take it off.

"Ah, ill take it off if that's what you want." He unbuttons his shirt and tosses it on the pile of your now mixed clothes on the floor. You tug at the waistband of his pants, demanding him to take it off too.

"Tsk, wait for a while yes?" You roll your eyes at his remarks, solely focusing now on him lifting your legs apart onto his shoulder. He slowly delves onto your core, making you release a soft gasp from the unfamiliar shockwave. His mouth latched onto your entrance, his nose nuzzles your clit.

Feeling a bit ticklish, you squirm in his touch and letting out a little chuckle. He tightens the grip on your waist to keep you firm. You moan and giggle as he eats you out, causing him to groan at the annoyance of you moving too much.

"Stop moving or I'll stop." You hold yourself from giggling. Focusing at the feeling of him eating you out, your moans kept getting louder and louder until you eventually gave out your orgasm, covering his face with your juices and his drool dripping down his chin. He wipes it off using his wrist.

Now, he takes off his bottoms (and tosses it again on the floor😭😭😭), leaving him bare. His cock was semi-hard yet its' veins were showcasing, it ran up from the bottom towards the top of his tip. Some how pre-cum was forming at the slit of his cock. He gives it a few strokes to harden in.

"You gonna keep looking? I suggest you work your mouth on it." He demands.

You get up from your bed and positions yourself on where his cock was facing you, you admired its' looks and its beautiful pallette. Giving the tip a little kiss, you slowly get your mouth on it. Slightly suffering on fitting his whole length inside your mouth. His hand grabs your horns, slowly guiding you by moving the pace of his grip on your horns at a better pace.

He bobs your head slowly according to his preferred rhythm. He thrusts his cock along your mouth, causing it to rub and hit the back of your throat, making you gag. The pace fastens as he continues guiding you towards his high. Your nose reaching his pubic area from the depth you were taking his cock in. Not far enough then, he cums dewp inside your throat, making you choke on it.

He lays you down on your back and secures you with pillows around.

"you good?" He asks.

"Y-yeah." He nods at your response.

Lining up his cock on your entrance, rubbing it and teasing your hole. You groan at his teasing and grabs his shoulder tightly. Slowly pushing in his cock inside you, pushing in his tip inside. You shiver at the feeling.

Once everything was set, he harshly pushes in you completely without a warning, making you moan loudly. Law covers your mouth and shushes you, giving you time to adjust at the size of him splitting you in half. You give him a thumbs up once you were feeling right.

Law moves slowly, he thrusts inside you reassuringly and softly, his cock glistens at the coverage of your juices on it. He thrusts again, this time a bit faster. He continues with it and eventually fucking you fastly and rough. His cock hits your cervix again and again and definitely is bruising it.

Your moans are muffled against his hand, sending him ticklish vibrations as your eyes roll at the back of your skull. The vibration of your moans intensifies as you get louder and louder every time he thrusts onto your cervix. His cock drags along your insides so well that your eyes start watering.

Law removes his hand from your mouth and moves it towards your hips, freeing your lewd moans and making it heard against the whole room. Law feels the deep coil on his abdomen and the heat creeping up the two of you as his motions become faster. Your orgasm wasn't too far behind, Law fucks you harder and faster, causing his high to approach sooner.

Your moans loudens and could be heard by rooms away, Law groans at the heat creeping up. Not too far after, you two cum at the same time, Law finishing deep inside your womb and you squirt on him, leaving everything wet.

"Fuck.. this isn't even my bed..." Law curses.

"WHAT?!" You slap him hard as he scratches his head.

©Cokou 2024, all works belong to me.

[sunshinereddie]

Do you have any like domestic, established relationship reddie headcanons? I have one where like after living together for a while Eddie starts this crazy beef with one of their neighbors in like a passive-aggressive midwestern way (kind of like Peggy and Minh, actually, if you've seen King of the Hill). Like theyre always smiling and chatting with each other but then Eddie gets home like 'I CANNOT believe her. She thinks she can put up her tacky ass Live Laugh Love garden rocks and then have the nerve to tell me my fescue is looking a little DRY????' And Richie is like 'uhuh thats nice dear' and its 100% going in his next special

LAAAAWWWRD YES THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT

i absolutely love eddie having insane passive aggressive beef with his neighbour that’s perfection. adding on to that, richie purposefully brings up stuff the neighbour did (“i saw her watering her lawn for like 20 minutes yesterday, what did she forget we’re in a drought or something???”) just to get eddie’s reaction 1. because richie loves the drama 2. it’s cute to see eddie get worked up over something so inconsequential and 3. he needs new material for his next show

in the same vein as eddie’s neighbour beef, love imagining the opposite where richie has a mad feud going on with the squirrel that keeps stealing all the bird seed richie puts out FOR THE BIRDS. he’s given the squirrel a name and everything and complains to eddie about it and now eddie is the one like “that’s nice dear. now let me fucking tell you what linda said about my tulips”

but more on domestic reddie hcs:

richie always makes eddie lunch when he can bc he knows that eddie won’t make lunch for himself and will be so busy at work that if he doesn’t have something to eat he’ll skip lunch all together or just drink 2 extra cups of coffee as a replacement and then be all hangry when he gets home. so richie meal preps him lunches or makes sure to pack him leftovers or even sometimes brings eddie lunch at work bc hangry eddie is scary eddie (also richie wants to make sure his husband is well fed and gets all his daily nutrients. but hangry eddie is scary too)

richie as a celebrity living in LA definitely has some……….. interesting interior decor choices. so after they move in together eddie’s like “please we have to go shopping. why the fuck do you have a statue of [insert weird modern art thing that richie bid way too much money on at an auction] in the living room. that couch is horrendous did you find it in the dumpster. when was the last time you vacuumed your carpet.” and so they go shopping together for furniture and decor and richie finds that it’s actually fun to design and create his and eddie’s home. like it’s their home. their home together. there are pieces of richie’s style and pieces of eddie’s style and pieces of richieandeddie’s style because it’s their home that they are creating together. he’s having a blast. meanwhile eddie is yelling at the furniture store employee because what do you mean you don’t have this couch in more than one colour, what kind of business are you running. also the colour you do have is ugly as shit, who made that choice.

neither of them are good at dealing with the temporary long-distance whenever richie goes away on tour. sometimes eddie’s able to take a day or two off work and DIY a long weekend to go with richie when he can, sometimes eddie is able to fly out for the night if the show is close enough but most of the time when it’s time for tour richie is gone for days sometimes weeks and they are BOTH really grumpy about it. but even when they’re both tired after work, even when they’re in different time zones, even when they’re both busy, they make time to facetime every day, just to hear each other’s voices and see each other’s faces, even if they’re only chatting for 10 mins before richie goes on stage or right before eddie falls asleep, that 10 mins is the best part of their day. and whenever richie gets back, they are always super clingy with each other for the next few days. they love each other!!!!

i just think that they deserve to be happy forever and ever and ever and ever

[ariathelamia]

Hellhound HRT - Day -???

Little note at the start: Hellhound HRT is being written by Arynia, who is a alter... the only alter in this system ^^ Since she is unable to front so far, we decided to have her write the story~ well she tells me what to write and i do that~ Don't worry, Lamia HRT is going to continue! It's just a bit of a drawing rut on my end^^..

Thank you @dawning-mars for the cameo and help writing this~ it was a lot of fun working with you!! Anyway~ on to the story!!

“That FUCKING asshole!” 

I shout while kicking the empty can of soda down the alleyway, hitting a trash can and accidentally spooking the Racoon that was currently inside of it away..

I just happened to leave the clinic of this gigantic egotistical asshole doctor Erian, my tail all the way along my back and fur all over the place. Shit, getting ahead of myself here.

‘Sup, Names Arynia, but people just call me Nia. I’ve been on Wolf HRT for a while… probably what.. 4 to 5 months now? Well let me just paint a picture. Think about an average height punk girl, with a body mostly covered in a mix of orange and gray fur… Got a nice long undercut for hair, and an otherwise still pretty human face, if you discount the slight elongation that would become my snout one day.  Got me a pretty neat tail though! Doctor was quite surprised when he saw it, usually they don’t get that tall so quickly? I guess I lucked out on that one. Legs are still humanoid though… no signs of paws yet… they do ache a little but i guess i traded the Tail growth for the leg restructuring.. Well none of this matters now cause that fucker just cut me off the meds anyway because i accidentally let slip that “being a normal wolf might not be as fulfilling as i thought… that i wanted something a little… extra.”... Guess that was enough for that idiot asshole bastard to say “If you are not happy with the current progress then continuing from here on out won’t be in your best interest.” And something about coming back when i know what i actually want and if this is the right thing and- URGH!! I should have kept my mouth shut but that's just not my style… 

Anyway back to the here and now. Feeling kinda bad for the Racoon… well can’t say sorry now that it’s gone. But what the fuck do i do now? Well first things first, checking the messages… Lot’s o’ new people sending in their first dosage posts… pretty neat. Some new faces joined the support group-... ah shit gotta make the news that i probably gotta leave now.. since i don’t really have an ongoing prescription anymore… ACTUALLY- maybe someone has an idea what to do… yeah thats a better outlook, after all that asshole Theodore isn’t the only doc around. 

I ended up sending a lengthy text in the vent section about my situation.. At first people sent some pleasantries but then also some neat ideas on where to go. I did mention my wish for something more… extravagant and low and behold, someone heard of a library in Hypercity that I should check out. Something about a Mysterious worker there that spooked some customers away with her… “monstry aura”? Sounds neat. Just gotta find the place.

Good thing the Maps app on the phone works in Hyper City.. otherwise this place would become a maze… It’s been neat just exploring new areas though, seeing all kinds of people on different stages in their HRT. Cats… Bats… a freaking DRAGON… pretty sure saw some cyborg too but not sure if that’s HRT or just them wearing prosthetics.. either way looked pretty neat. Ever since this stuff hit the market, and more people managed to grab the formula and distribute it, new kinda therians pop out by the day. Good thing I got a spot in that support group when they still had any. Although things do be a bit hectic in the chats.. but that’s alright. Anything major and important is learned in the group sessions anyway.

After another half an hour of walking and listening to the instructions on my phone, I finally made it to the library…  Pretty normal looking place from the outside if you think about the worker here that everyone is making mysteries of is apparently supposed to be some kinda… space monster.. though the descriptions do shift from mention to mention. Anyway I decided it’s enough waiting around… time to go in.

The SECOND I stepped into the lobby, my instincts fired alarm signals. I don’t know how to interpret that but god damn, my fur was standing upright and my ears clenched backwards. What the fuck is going on? Despite my body telling me to run, I go forward… this wolf ain’t no quitter i tell you that! My hand slowly reaches for the bell at the reception, after three deep breaths I finally manage to ring it. The body is making one last attempt to try to make me run away, now that I have given away my position to whatever predator it was so afraid of. But I won't. I gotta know what the hell this place is about now.

As the bell rings, the library quickly goes cold. The lights seem to be weaker, trying to fight against a layer of darkness that wasn’t present before the ring. The air is heavy and the sounds of footsteps can be heard from book stacks. Through the Darkness emit 5 bright eyes, their pinkish purple hues fluctuate and pulse. 

“Hello Deary, Welcome to the Thayer Library. My name is Mars, how can I help you?” 

Her voice vibrates with an unnatural distortion. Emerging into view is a 7 foot tall creature. Her skin is an unsaturated purple that resembles that of a shark's skin. She wears a black 50’s style dress with a ribbon tied at her waist. A large black sun hat covers a portion of her feature lacking face.

Quite the contrast in style compared to my black tank top, skinny jeans with ripped sides and black and white sneakers…

Mars passes me, walking back to the front desk. She looks down and gives me a monstrously happy grin. 

I take a moment to take in this surreal sight… I’ve seen my fair share of therians and otherkin before… Hell, one of my friends is a freakin’ Lamia… but THIS?! This is something entirely different. Feel like I just got transported into a whole different world, even though my actual position did not change…

“Uhm- name’s Arynia.. I was told this place could help me out with a predicament I found myself in. You see i uh-... just got cut off from my HRT for wanting something more… “Special” than a normal wolf and uh-... yeah-... here I am. Is there anyone you can introduce me to? Or how does this work?...” 

I stop myself from just babbling on and wait with baited breath for the answer of Mars. Trying to figure out WHAT kind of otherkin she is…

“Hm, what exactly do you mean by ‘special’?” She asked, looking me over and giving an inquisitive glare. She didn’t have pupils to track, but the way her brows shifted and glared. I felt myself being scrutinized, like I was being dissected. I struggled to find the words, the eye on her forehead looked deeper than the rest. It’s unblinking resolve pierces through me to my very being. I felt afraid, angered, lost. She must’ve noticed how I felt as she reached to the lid of her hat and pulled it down to cover the fifth eye.

I looked at her with an unsure expression… What DID i mean by that? God, his words about being not sure what I even wanted came back to my head… I didn’t want to be just a wolf… although being a Wolf isn’t bad I just needed something more… “... demonic…”

I suddenly said quietly.. my own thoughts bubbling out of my mouth involuntarily.

“Not… like a demon-demon but like… I don't know… a Demon Wolf? Fur that is almost like smoke but also… solid? ... heat that burns in my chest…

That kinda special…”

Mars' expression changes and sits down at her computer. As her attention turned to the screen I felt a weight ease off me. I nervously watched as the being before me tapped away on her computer. As she typed up something she looked up.

“I think I understand” 

Mars says, not looking up from the computer screen.

“There are ways to be… ethereal, cosmic, existing both in the mortal realm and the outer realms. Technically speaking, what you’re asking fits the description of the Abrahamic Hellhound. But I feel that’s not what you're looking for. It’s hard to explain the unexplainable… trust me..”

Mars hits the enter button as she looks back up at me. A kinder smile on her face as she looked for my response. The pressure of her presence once more weighed down on me as I stumbled to respond.

I scratch the back of my head and nod. 

“Y-yeah. Kinda hard to find something that describes the kind of thing I am looking for. A Hellhound sounds not bad, maybe some kinda different version! Maybe something with a bit more… fur hehe.. I guess you would know what it’s like. I don’t want to sound mean but I have never seen anything like you either.”

“Well my transition is a bit… different than the rest.. it’s hard to explain and it’s harder to understand. Frankly I’m still trying to figure out what I am and what’s going on…”

I notice her grab something from behind their desk. She looks down as I hear her scribble something out before standing up once more.

“I think I have something of interest to you, within the archives we have a selection of old reproductions from the Library of Alexandria. It was there where I found a way to become what I am. I believe I know something in the vault that might help you”.

She walked past me, her back appendages stretching outward and then falling back to a rest state. Her tail sways as she walks past the stacks and to a glass door saying ‘Employees Only’.

“Stay here and I’ll have the item brought down for you, feel free to look around while I’m gone.”

It was then that I first noticed how freaking exhausted I was from all the tension that was constantly in my body. I slumped against the desk and felt like I could breathe normally for the first time in my life, even when I didn't notice me breathing abnormally before. This entire situation is beginning to make me feel… somewhat… no… not somewhat.. REALLY excited! When I first started my transition into a Wolf, I felt a slight excitement with it.. not nearly as strong as it is now.  I was sure, this is it! I am at the right place, whatever comes next is what I really wanted!! 

I didn’t start looking around, my feet were almost stuck to the ground, my body still somewhat on edge. My fur definitely needed a brush now with how much it keeps shifting from the adrenaline that keeps shooting through my body in waves. I can’t wait to see what Mars is going to bring back from that employee section… figures that the good stuff is being held back from the general public but hey, who am i to complain. It’s not like the things are not being used for others outside of the employees, guess there is a genuine reason.. if it is able to “produce” beings like Mars, maybe that’s for the better to keep it somewhat detained.

There’s a ding from behind the door and the sound of something rolling. As the employee door unlocks Mars steps out, pushing along a small cart. The second she’s within eyesight I feel her presence once more as I find myself frozen with anxiety. 

“Here we are, the Alexandria Chronicles.”

She says with a pleased chirp. She sets the book between two angled pieces of foam. She gently flips through the pages, being extra careful with her sharpened talons. She settles on a page with incantation circles and text written in some ancient language. She moves her head and runs her claw along the text before turning back to me.

“Arynia, what I have here is a book that contains the remnants of the Library to Alexandria. Within these pages contain the history of the old gods, the ones who continue to influence us in secret. If you want to be like me, you will be made aware of these old ones. You will endure immeasurable pain and psychosis. I say this not to scare you, but to warn you.. to prepare you..”

Mars ushers me forward with her hand. I feel myself walk towards her, but not on my own volition. I approach the book, seeing the inscriptions up close and find the page overwhelming with information. 

“Do you have any questions?”

I take a long look at the writing. Nothing I could ever understand… but still i feel the weight of Mars’s words on my entire body. “I was ready for the pain of the HRT. I saw how much it weighed down on people I care about so that point I am sure is not going to hold me back. As for these old ones…” I took a determined look at Mars, as much as I felt afraid when simply in her presence… There was also the resolve to continue.

“I guess my only question would be when we can start. I can worry about the rest later. Right now my heart tells me that this is the right thing for me.”

Mars smiles and gestures back to the book, her clawed finger gently pointing at a scribble written in the margins. The blurb appears to be an old attempt at translating the chant. The combination of consonants and vowels made it difficult to read. 

“If you need assistance, never be shy to reach out. With that said, let’s begin”.

I nod, but then raise an eyebrow. “So-  I just read out the stuff written on the page?”

“We’ll need to set up a ritual circle, but try reciting this till you feel confident. I’ll get the circle set up.”

Mars steps back and walks to the front door. I hear the latching of the front doors and her footsteps walking to the front desk. I turn my attention back to the few lines of translated text. I reread the text a few times working on the exotic letter combinations. Once confident I try saying it out loud in a hush tone. Tripping over a few words but finding it not as difficult as I initially thought. 

Would have never thought I would end up in a library, practicing ancient texts in order to get some medicine that turns me into a hellhound! Not to mention this being connected to eldritch gods? Wonder if i should give this maybe some more thought… but then again.. it’s this or going to that asshole Erian and beg him to put me back on the hrt… yeah no this is definitely the better option. 

I ended up practicing for, what felt like an hour, managing to no longer stumble over the words. I pick up the book, still mumbling the text while walking to where Mars is probably either still setting up, or is waiting for me. 

I reached a clearing and found a large summoning circle matching the one from the book. Another circle filled the center as well as a ring of the ancient language. She smiled at me as she stood and handed me a candle. 

“Set this where you like and light it. Once that’s done we’ll be ready”.

I nodded and turned away as I was handed a candle and a match. My mind raced with thoughts and feelings. I couldn’t stop contemplating if this was the right choice. If this would truly make me a hellhound. I felt drawn to a certain part of the circle and placed the candle. As I lit it I felt the air shift, my breath could be seen and as I turned back Mars sat just outside the circle with the book. She ushered me forward and like earlier I felt myself moving at her command. I kneeled next to her and looked at the book, sweat racing down my cheek as Mars placed a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s ok hun, I’ll be here to help you”.

I felt comforted by that and gave a gentle smile. I turned down to the book, nervously grabbing the edges and looking back at the translation. I grew worried that I would mess this up, that I flub the pronunciation. I felt like I was drowning and gasped for the biggest breath I’ve ever taken. And then, I began reading.

“Ph’nglui Mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh.. Wgah’nagl fhta-“

I felt a pit in my stomach, the last syllable seemed impossible to say, the ease and confidence was gone. Now I fought against some external force to finish the words.

“FHTAGN!!!!”

Then there was a flash, my eyes began to tear up as I felt a rush of surging energy. The circle illuminated, the ground shook, I felt my face being pulled in all directions. I wanted to shut my eyes but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything but witness waves of images and voices. My vision began to split, I could see more than just the library. I could see pillars, a cracking moon, a hall draped with yellow banners. These images flooded my mind and soul and then nothing. I was floating in a vast void, I felt a moment of ease before the realm began splitting, an eye larger than anything I’ve ever witnessed glared at me… through me? I tried avoiding its gaze, but I wasn't able to… I tried to speak up but my instincts clenched my mouth shut. 

I felt another rush as I was pulled away and then, finally, I blinked. My eyes celebrated the release of the tension as they began to refocus. I felt control regain in my mind and arms as I reached up and wiped the tears. I took a moment to recover, my mind still reeling from what I witnessed.

“Harsh, isn’t it?”

I turned to see Mars who looked relieved. She smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder. 

“You seemed to handle that very well. It’s something to have every sense we have to be overwhelmed. It’s crippling, and when we have that control it feels so foreign..”

Mars reached for the now closed book and took it in her arms. She cradled it like a child and stood up and offered me a hand. I wasn’t sure I could stand yet, my legs felt like they were still trembling. I could tell Mars read my expression as she pulled her hand away. 

“Sorry, why don’t you relax a bit while I get this all cleaned up.”

I nod to the best of my ability. Still trying to come to terms with what just happened. My eyes went from Mars towards the ground as my mind tried to make sure that I was back on earth… and not in whatever place I was before… It is at this very moment I start to realize what I just signed myself up for. And the fact settles in that this is not going to be the last time my very foundation of reality is going to be shaken. I look up at Mars one more time.

“Di-” I cough.. damn spit must have gotten in my throat at some point…

“Did it work?”

Mars turns her attention to the center of the circle and sees a small orange bottle. And smiles and turns back to me and nods.

“It did, welcome to family”

I looked back to the center of the circle when Mars did, turning back shortly after with a smile. 

“Thanks~ I guess I’ll be visiting this place more often now~” 

I slowly stand up, my legs still shaking from the ordeal and pick up that small orange pill bottle. It has my name on it… hades-lupusitine… bit on the nose name but hey, ain’t gonna complain as long as it does the job. The name of the prescribing doc was left blank though… then again that makes sense… don’t think you can fit whatever that eyeball's name was on the small tag of a pill bottle… IF that was the one that heard my call from the ritual… 1-0-1… so guess two of them a day… mornings and evenings huh?

I turn back to Mars with a smile as big as I can manage, and a wagging tail swishing behind me.. 

“Thank you so goddamn much for all of this Mars!” She smiled back at me. No more words needed to be spoken… not that I was really able to speak much after that mental strain anyway.. She kindly walked me out of the Library after putting the book back where it was safe. We waved each other goodbye, promising to stay in touch. I took my walk home, caressing the small pill bottle in my Jeans pocket and just itching to take the first pill in the evening. I just hope the next cosmic horrors at least knock first…  

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Definitely check out Mars's Eldritch HRT series!!

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

day 2: party - @lautski-week

get it.,, like a..,,.,,, dnd party.,.,.,..,,

i straight up gasped when i realized i could use this as an excuse to talk about my lautski dnd au, so, if ur interested im gonna go feral about it below the cut:

steph: half-elven fighter

solomon lauter is a deeply corrupt, incredibly magical high elven king whose maintained his rule through intense dealings with the pantheon of the lords in black

he married a human woman at some point in his rule and he does love her, at first, just not as much as his power

so when the lords in black make him promise to sacrifice her in the name of some deal, he's sort of upset but... obviously he's gonna do it, she was gonna die before him anyway, it's not like it's a huge deal to let her die a little early, his subjects will think it was a squishy human life span thing, bada bing bada boom, hands clean of the whole affair

BUT.... then his wife gets pregnant and has a Stephanie... which kinda fucks shit up because said Stephanie is still fucking there after his wife has been sacrificed

he hates her, partially because she's a half-elf and partially because of what she represents, and she hates him, which results in her having very few boundaries because he doesn't want to deal with her

she's still a princess, and she's surrounded by high elves who think she's stupid and inferior because she's only a half elf and she has very little magical prowess, so it's not exactly ideal circumstances even with her extra freedoms

so she learns to punch things

because if people are dicks she can't outwit them but she can deck them

eventually the lords in black offer another trade with her dad where he can trade her for extra magic, but mostly it's just a test to prove his loyalty and he is honestly more than happy to get rid of her

except steph gets wind of it (because she's generally close with the kind of people who fucking hate the king/don't get treated with enough respect for people to not gossip around them) and she runs the fuck away

so now she's being chased down by her father who is facing pressure from the libs for not making the sacrifice, all the while experiencing actual respect and freedom for the first time from her party members

pete: teifling warlock-wizard multiclass

so you know that post thats like it's ethically ambiguous but you can hand off any cursed object to a baby? that's pete's whole thing in this kind of

ted, his full human older brother, was a intentional patron of tinky, who hadn't really thought it through and tried to get out of it by making a stupid promise and really just ended up dooming himself and his unborn brother (he felt really bad about it before he disappeared under mysterious circumstances, tho)

pete was born with a warlock pact to tinky (which was pretty obvious when his full human parents created a bright yellow teifling baby)

he hates tinky and is very uncomfortable and upset by the whole thing, so he multi classed into wizard shit when he was, like, eleven

tinky actively attempts to prevent him from gaining levels in wizard

he lies about being only a wizard and has spent years coming up for excuses about why a lot of his 'wizard spells' are very specifically warlock ones if someone asks (literally no one has ever noticed or questioned it)

because he was born with the pact bond tinky's hold over him is way stronger, and if he really submits (when shit gets super bad) tinky can take over his body and puppet him into doing some fucked up violent shit

he is truly treated like SHIT for being a teifling in his home town and it really minimizes a lot of his academic prospects, even though he's so smart, so part of the reason why he's traveling with his party is to try and find a real wizarding academy that will take him

(and one that can maybe help break his pact with tinky)

Bonus:

Ruth: human rouge who desperately wants to be a bard, but she's too nervous to perform and ironically, tragically hiding the fuck out in the shadows comes a lot easier

Richie: firbolg artificer -- he's pretty bad with the magical aspects of anything, but he builds a lot of cool ass machinery to make up for it (even if, god, hes SO upset by how bad he is at magic)

Grace: High Elven Cleric who WILL become a fucked up little warlock to the lords in black eventually (she is from steph's kingdom and followed her when she ran away to 'protect her'. Steph has been trying to shake her this whole time)

[neptune-scythe]

I genuinely get so surprised everytime I see people hating on season 6, especially Buck's storyline

like yeah I'll admit the sperm donor arc felt a little bit unfinished and weird

but the rest of it is so good to me I'm genuinely baffled that the majority of people don't agree with me on this one

like the season starts with doing his freaking out about trying to find happiness and all that and trying to prove he'd be a good captain, but he's doing all this extra stuff to try and prove that and he's really just trying to be a completely different person in order to be happy and worthy and all that

and then 6x11 comes around and he realizes that he's enough as he is and he doesn't have to do all this extra stuff or be anything else in order to have a place and help people and make an impact and all those things that he wants. And he actually starts to think about what he wants instead of just floundering around like he usually does trying to keep everyone else happy.

like "there's nothing for you in that room, no one in there needs you." "I'm not going back for them. I'm going back for me."

insane shit coming from the guy that's spent his entire life making choices and decisions based on what will keep other people happy and satisfied and putting all his happiness and self worth in how other people feel about him

and sure it takes a bit for that to settle in and he does have his freak outs about dying as one should

but by the time 6x18 comes around he's able to save the entire team basically just by trusting himself and his experience and doing what he knows without having to put on some fake persona of "captain", he just takes charge and gets it done

like that's a perfect wrap up of his storyline to me, and such a good contrasting parallel to the first few episodes

and yeah his relationship with Natalia is kinda weird, but it was what he needed in that moment

like it never would have worked long term, but it worked for a short time and thats okay, not everything has to be long term or permanent for it to be acceptable. And its perfectly normal to be drawn to someone who can relate to a very huge traumatic event like that, and if that's what Buck needed to cope and process it then that's enough ... especially since Natalia was pretty much only interested in him for the same reason anyway, so it wasn't like he was just using her to cope with trauma and she wanted more. they were both in it for the same reasons.

idk season 6 Buck is top tier to me I will die on this hill

[lover-of-mine]

I have more unhinged thoughts about Buck and costume design choices, so stay with me for a bit. I will be using Buck's previous relationships to make the point tho, so tw Taylor Kelly.

This started going around my head in a very innocent "it's so cool that they chose to put Buck in green during the coma dream" because Buck wears red a lot. Like, a LOT.

And green is on the other side of the color wheel. So him in green during the coma dream deeply bothered me for no reason.

Because like, when Buck is wearing bright colors he's usually around here on a color wheel because there's the burnt orange he wears sometimes too. So they put him in his complementary color, and the whole thing with complementary colors is to create contrast and I was mindblown by that a little bit once it registered.

But then I was making an edit and I noticed that Buck is wearing green when he breaks up with Taylor. Which is fine, we all know the whole Blue and Green thing with couples in 911, right?

So I just moved on with the idea that they put him in green because the relationship is wrong and moved on, until I noticed he wasn't always the green character. Because then shit gets interesting.

Because, when does he become the green character? When he tells her that he kissed someone else. So he's the one wearing green when the relationship starts to fall apart and when they break up.

And that alone for me is fascinating because oh my god the costume department is out there working overtime. But I am a dog with a bone and what's another time where Buck is wearing green? The fight with Ali. Who's also wearing blue, very light blue but still blue.

But also just accepted this as just a blue and green thing with couples because Ali is not around enough for me to use her to establish a pattern.

But I was also on high alert about other situations he might be wearing green, not that all of them fully registered until this morning when it finally clicked that he's wearing green on the cemetery scene.

Because another time he's wearing green on his own is when he takes Red to see Cindy and when he talks to Maddie about Abby and being left behind right after. Also when he's hiding in Eddie's place so he won't have to talk to Taylor.

I don't know about yall but I feel like this does establish a pattern of him wearing green while doing misguided stuff in his chase of his idea of romantic love.

But I have more points if you're not convinced yet.

We established that he wears a lot of red and that the thing with complementary colors is contrast, right? I'm not gonna sit here and tell you that there's a set pattern on when he wears red because he wears red in multiple circumstances, but I will tell you a few scenes that back me up.

Because baby boy is wearing red when he finally lets go of Abby, on both occasions, and when he's literally talking to Maddie about what love really means leading to him finally making the right choice to stop hanging on to Taylor.

He wears red when he finally does the right thing when it comes to love and he wears green when he's trying to convince himself he's doing the right thing. Contrast.

This show is crazy. Insane. Absolute madness.

Edit:

Okay, extra point here. I went against adding this particular scene because I legit can't tell if his shirt is green or blue here. But I got a reply here and decided to check.

so it went to color-hex to try and determine it, well, this is definitely a shade of green. I actually made a whole pallete of his shirt. This is definitely green.

So another point to team he does misguided shit on his quest for love in green clothing because this is the scene where he's telling Maddie about Abby and Maddie is telling him that she's bagging other guys but he chooses to ignore it.

Am i crazy? probably. But what's that thing once is a chance twice is a coincidence and three is a pattern? Thats 4 scenes with the green and him doing stupid shit in the name of love.

[notiddygothgf]

OKAAAAY, finally, I have a moment to discuss.

(Although, I have a college exam tomorrow, so....)

This chapter made me simultaneously fall more in love with Aki, yet hate him even more at the same time.

The fact that he's so aware of his emotional unavailability was somewhat surprising to me. I didn't expect him to be that self-aware.

Realistically, they're in love, your honor.

The thing is, though, I feel like they BOTH know it, you know?

I don't think Aki's in a stage of "not knowing", he's in DENIAL. Lord knows sleepy Aki had me swooning.

I do enjoy the way that despite their dynamic, Aki kind of just let her yell at him and get her feelings out. He's a dominant, a lifestyle one (from what I've gathered), however, he doesn't exude control just because he has it or because it's what he prefers. He does it with her interests and care for her in mind.

I truly think that area is where BDSM as a whole receives it's negative reputation. A Dom/Sub relationship was never meant to be about controlling every aspect of someone's life just because you can. It's about trust and feeling comfortable with your partner.

Expressing your feelings, positive OR negative, isn't the "attitude" some people in the BDSM community think it is. I personally think that ideology is much too normalized, and goes against the very principles of BDSM.

In truth, I love the tension. (although, the unresolved sexual tension in the last chapter was thick enough to slice) It's just going to make it that much better when Aki gets over himself and just ADMITS IT.

Aki's getting bolder though, and I can appreciate that. He's not a situationship villain. (lord knows I've had my run-ins)

I want to leave this little tangent off by saying that this story has effectively healed me from my own shitty situationships, it feels so good to be able to relate and feel seen. (Even though Aki's situationship behavior beats the shit I deal with by a mile. It's okay, he can do whatever he wants. He's gorgeous.)

I'll be looking forward to the next chapter. (What I mean is i need it yesterday). SOOOOOO glad to have you back from the grasps of finals.

With love,

-Bae

omg i had so much fun responding to this one lol. pardon the long post! i wanted to address as many of your points as i could because you put sm time into it, and i want to reciprocate! i love love LOVE the long inboxes! ill talk about my works for hours lol.

IM SO LATE! good luck on your exam dearest, you’ll ace that shit.

Honestly i love to hate aki too, BUT I HATE THAT I CANT STAY MAD AT HIM IN THIS FANFIC UGHHHHHHHH

Yes, aki may be a toxic guy but that doesnt mean he isn’t very self aware about it! one of the things i liked about akis character going into this story is that he’s very in tune with his emotions. he knows he’s a complete trainwreck and THATS why he was so adamant about keeping y/n at bay. but, alas, what is y/n in my fanfics if not a little stupid at times. she doesnt care! she swears she can change him! can she??? (stay tuned ;)) (btw i do not condone this irl, if you’re thinking you can change your current situationship bc of this story, pls stop and abandon ship x)

I will not confirm or deny their feelings towards eachother, but there’s definitely something they both need to realize lol. 

DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT and they are both drowning in it. honestly i wish i could just push their heads together and make them smooch it out ( i totally can, but then that would take away the fun “Slow burn” aspect. i hope you all do know i was talking about an EMOTIONAL slow burn, obv not a sexual one lol (stares extra hard at chapter 5).

Sleepy aki is honestly my favorite genre of man. I personally wanted to illustrate the fact that, despite what he may say about not wanting commitment, he genuinely does feel very safe with her — in a way he hasn’t with anyone else. i think that this is the first time anyone’s ever seen through his armor, and he’s a little scared. i mean, hell, he lived his entire life raising himself.

Yes, aki took the verbal beating. Why? Because, deep down, he knows he’s a piece of shit lol. he hates the fact that he cannot be a good man (at least, he thinks he cants), so instead of hurting you, his idea is… well, also hurting you, but he can’t see that yet. it’s not about controlling her. he knows she’s a person with free will, hell he probably even WANTS her to leave and make it easier for him to walk away, but… this is a notiddygothgf fanfic after all. 

Yes, aki truly does care for the reader -- more than I think he knows what to do with. How much? Well, stay tuned.

i agree, i think that just because a character who plays the role of submissive might lash out at times, that doesn’t mean that it’s unjustified. aki knows that she’s coming from a place of care, and that’s why he’s content to listen to her rant. he knows shes right.

god, i have something great planned with the whole aki-admitting-it thing. Will he admit it? can’t confirm. what i can tell you is that it is going to be juicy.

I think that while aki has his shortcomings, he’s not a bad man (in spite of what he might think) and hes certainly not irredeemable. The question is simply — will he reedem himself?

As always, thank you for such an in depth analysis of my story! Omg it makes me feel so loved. I’m so glad to be back! I hope you love the direction i take the story in as much as i do, but again, your feedback helps me shape how i want it to go!!!!

for the record, though… aki’s pretty privilege is a bitch. cant stay mad at him for too long lol.

LOVE ALWAYS, LEO x

[trahoalai]

propaganda that doesn't work on me:

tiktok shop

that new katseye song sorryyy ig it's not for me

"personal style" I mentioned this before but theres also a rlly good EllaGoingGray essay on it. to summarize the clothes u wear should not be the most interesting thing about u, don't try and market urself like a brand bc ur a human person. this goes for online and irl also she's right in that rich ppl are kinda the only ones with the luxury to have a consistent style, they don't have to limit themselves to look professional or wear a work uniform. they can always dress for leisure time and when they do have a "uniform" it's self imposed and ppl are like wowww ur so cool and genius for wearing one thing over and over again. caring about fashion is totally superficial anyways I bet this is why ur so rich <3

the idea that stuff was better in the past, like ppl were tougher and the art and fashion was more fun. if ppl actually cared they could like research about how style and trends have evolved but alas </3 caring about trends means that ur vapid ig. there will always be annoying ppl and shitty art it's just that only the good parts get remembered lmao

high end makeup being better than drugstore.....not in this economy lolol who's paying for that. also perfumes the way a good perfume is judged on whether it attracts men, lasts several days, and projects onto everyone that encounters the wearer idkk it sucks. I like delicacy I like when the scent changes over time based on my skin chemistry I like standing close enough to someone to smell their perfume I like hearing the story behind what inspires certain fragrances. once again the clothes and perfume u choose is not enough to make ppl like u

"I don't dress for straight male validation this is for the girls and the gays <33" I get the intention but u could just dress for urself right

nonsense about abgs and oxford studies just let asian women live. I have a lot of thoughts about fetishization but Im also not an expert :/

those stories where misogyny is like never mentioned at all so they can introduce a man hating "feminist" strawman caricature of a feminist that whines about nothing and make her look extra stupid for laughs. like why is it necessary.....they're never taken seriously even when they pull the most vile shit too bc haha girls can't actually do harm she's just annoying. doesnt she know misogyny is a thing of the past. Im sure they are ppl like that irl but was it rlly so prevalent it had to be iterated in like. multiple old webcomics???? and it's not good faith criticism lets bfr thats just how feminists were/are viewed

ocean vuong

those short stories where the writer doesn't wanna be perceived as a loser(?) so they throw in random references to hard drugs partying and casual sex for shock value ig. like is it relevant.....am I meant to decipher it???? bc I don't think ppl's sexual preferences rlly say that much about them as a person it tries so hard to be introspective theres this Tone that almost circles back to "these ppl are hooking up and partying bc they are unhappy and have no self respect" ohhhh brotherrrrrr hobart pulp has some bangers but a lot of stories just sound like this to me. ig it's a reminder that mentioning "taboo" topics doesn't automatically make a work progressive (hazbin shade ngl)

body language analysts just mind ur own business bc theres no way

wearing dresses and skirts being seen as fancier, putting in more effort, trying too hard bitch Im sweaty. what now

that street interviewer with the frameless glasses istg ppl will thirst over a picket fence if it was thin and pale enough

the outrage over altering vintage clothes or furniture like why does this get ppl so upset no one's gonna alter *ur* belongings. this ties into the "everything was better in the past" mindset like god forbid the trends of the past get changed to fit the trends of now. once this girl upcycled her grandma's dress and someone commented "that should have been put in a museum" whyy tf would it be in a museum T_T archiving is important but ultimately clothes always look better worn by ppl

theres a lot of ammo 😬 u can use against american schools but I never understood being upset that kids show up in pajamas. dress codes are strict, some kids need to be comfy for gym or sports practice etc but also this is soooo harmless if u wanna dress up for school then what other kids wear should not stop u. also if enough ppl dgaf then u might stand out and get voted best dressed :00 yippee

[rosefires20]

Since I've shared more of my reading interests on here lately, I thought I'd share my rant about the insanity of the book The Princess Bride by William Goldman. Yes. This is the book that is the same story as the popular older movie The Princess Bride.

I'll start this by saying I've never been so affronted by a book before. The closest would be the ending of the first Mortal Engines books (which if you know you know). That ending actually drove me nuts enough that I recall it quite often when thinking about insane books. However, the Princess Bride blows that chaos out of the water.

Not only is the book halted by a lot of extra nonsense that the author throws in of his own thoughts and opinions because part of the story is that he is retelling a book he read as a child and abridging it. The book in question doesn't exist so this is all made up and fantastical. I'm usually down for the silly and extra from writers. I've read Good Omens and plan to read some of the Discworld series sooner rather than later. I obviously recently finished the Hobbit and LoTR. But that is the fun silly that I love. Whatever the fuck is in the Princess Bride bridges on insanity.

The book is mostly the same as the movie EXCEPT for the ending. In the movie, it ends with Buttercup, Westley, Fezzik and Inigo riding off. In the book, it goes further. In to the most insane shit I've ever read in a published book. It's genuinely insane crack fic level material.

Like WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY GET SAVED BY THE PIRATES FROM THE PRINCE'S SOLIDERS BUT HAVE TO LEAVE THE BOAT IN WHICH FEZZIK IS INCHARGE OF ROWING. HE ROWS THEM INTO A WHIRLPOOL WHICH IS WHEN WESTLEY SPEAKS UP AND SAYS THAT THEY HAVE TO SWIM THROUGH THE WHIRLPOOL TO GET TO AN INASSECIBLE ISLAND WHERE THE PRINCE CANT FOLLOW. THIS HAPPENS AND THEN BUTTERCUP WHILE THEY ARE CHILLING ESSENTIALLY TURNS TO WESTLEY AND SAYS LETS HAVE SEX FINALLY. THAT SEX GETS BUTTERCUP PREGNANT WHICH ENDS UP LEADING TO A BIRTH WHERE THE BABY IS BACKWARDS AND TANGLED AND POTENTIAL WILL DIE ONLY FOR FEZZIK IS GET FUCKING POSSESSED AND SHOW UP AND DELIVERY THE BABY SAFELY. THEN THERES A TIME JUMP TO WHERE FEZZIK IS SAVING THE BABY AFTER SHE WAS KIDNAPPED AND HE JUMPS OFF A CLIFF TO SAVE HER AND THANKFULLY THEY SURVIVE BUT THATS WHERE THE BOOK FUCKING ENDS.

WHAT THE GENUIENE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS BOOK. WHAT THE FUCK

[fruitybashir]

Can't remember if you've talked about this a lot before so, hi, anything about Kris and Jan's relationship? Very curious, I love them!!

oh YES actually ive been dying to talk about them more lol since i couldnt fit any more backstory for them into holidate so let me just *cracks knuckles* tell you their whole deal actually

SO. basically the idea for how they met, got together, became best friends etc was this:

- they met as teens, probably were in the same class

- they discovered they had a lot of similar interests, same humour, very quickly got along really well and became really close friends

- they also both at that point had started to figure out their sexuality, but weren't open about it at all bc like. homophobia in school is no joke.

- at first that also meant they werent out to each other bc oh god what if i tell him and he thinks im disgusting and then he doesnt want to be my friend anymore and also outs me to the whole school and everyone will know

- im not sure exactly what happened but one of them wouldve accidentally found out about the other, the other wouldve panicked, but then like oh shit damn okay we're both queer?? nice!!

- if youve been a queer teen in an almost exclusively cishet environment and suddenly there was another queer teen, you probably know the experience of getting a crush on them partly literally just bc theyre also queer. so that happened.

- basically they were each others first queer relationship and did their first experimenting with each other etc

- they did however realised that hey actually? maybe romance isnt for them. maybe they just have a really deep friendship and they do love each other, just not like that - and that realisation is definitely 100% mutual from the start btw, no heartbreak for either of them, just relief

- so basically they just break off the romantic relationship and stay best friends etc etc

since then, jan has also been in kris' family and stuff like miha and chantal both love jan and treat him like a son. kris definitely first introduced him as a friend, and then came out to his parents with jan as his boyfriend and they werent thrilled but also not hateful. but they were relieved (at first) when they just went back to friends

idk if jan and kris still occasionally experimented or slept together or idk? i guess theyd definitely feel comfortable and secure enough with each other but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

overall (to me) theyre definitely a little more than just best friends but on a very platonic basis. they have a lot of love for each other, theyd kill and die and pretty much do anything for each other, its a very very deep and powerful friendship

oh also, its been mentioned in the fic that they regularly sleep over and also they sleep in the same bed and cuddle and all that, like thats all part of the previous statement. platonic intimacy and all that.

ummmmmm this was kinda just a very long ramble and idk how much of that last bit made sense buy heres some jankris extra lore for you <3

[thefirstknife]

Getting real sick of a certain subset of Destiny players complaining that it’s a baby game and crying to Bungie to nerf exotics and abilities when their ENTIRE POINT IS TO BE STRONG in specific ways as if they are being locked into using them.

IF YOU WANT AN EXTRA CHALLENGE STOP BEING SUCH A DPS GOBLIN AND JUST EQUIP SOMETHING THATS NOT TOP TIER META AND STOP COMPLAINING JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

MOOD. Go off.

It's incredibly annoying to me. They always use the argument of "the game should FORCE me to do things, I should not SELF-IMPOSE challenges." And like. ? I'm sorry but what? It's a video game for a big audience, it's here to be playable and accessible to the widest possible playerbase. There are plenty of ways to make the game difficult for yourself, so knock yourself out if that's your thing, but don't force others into it.

Like, I enjoy hard content, I regularly at least attempt day 1 raids, I do master raids, GMs, solo and solo flawless content and all that. But only when I want to. Sometimes I don't and I don't want to suffer in a patrol zone or struggle in a seasonal activity I'm doing for the story. The majority of the players don't want that. Designing games for the professional gamers only has NEVER been a good idea and never will be. Fifty streamers can't sustain a video game. It needs casual players who will want to come back to the game instead of feeling defeated.

One of the reasons I really enjoy helping others is because I know that casual players tend to struggle in stuff that's basic activity for me. I've seen people unable to get through a strike. I've sat for 10 minutes rezing someone who couldn't do the jump in a seasonal activity. I want those people to be able to play basic content without feeling frustrated and I want them to know that there are people out there who will help them out.

And this doesn't apply just to basic content, although it should start with that. I think all dungeons and raids and everything should be things that all players can complete. Fine, doing a master raid with all challenges should be tough, but it should be achievable with time and practice, not impossible. What a lot of these "pros" want is just completely divorced from reality.

It takes days and days of practice every time a new master raid is out for me and my team (all with thousands of hours of playtime) to get comfortable to finally finish it. We're far from casual players and it still takes a lot of time to be able to finish hard content. Making it even harder is insane to me. Like, if something is so hard that my team full of people, each with 5000+ hours of playtime and a coordinated team that's been raiding together for years now can't finish it, that means it's absolutely impossible for probably 90% of the playerbase. That's wild to me. Raids and GMs should have more people playing them. If master raids are too easy for you, Mr. I-Play-Destiny-For-A-Living, that's on you buddy. Unequip the super god tier god roll meta guns and loadouts or play something else.

And ofc, another excuse they make is "if I don't use meta, I am not going to win a raid race!" Then don't. Idk. Let me play you the tiniest violin. This affects literally nobody except a grand total of 50 people. Run your meta in day 1, and play with random shit otherwise. Play raids with all white weapons. Play without mods. Play without a HUD. Do things solo only. I don't know, make up a way to spice things up for yourself. I'm not interested in that and neither are 99% of the players out there. The game is genuinely hard enough for the majority of the players. On top of that, I am here to feel like a powerful space fantasy superhero. I am NOT here to die to dregs in patrol zones. If there's ONE thing that I know for a fact that put people off from Lightfall (as in this year of Destiny), it's the difficulty changes. They're annoying, frustrating and for some a barrier to entry more than anything else.

[cam0mi1e]

Still thinking about the fact that I’ve ended up in this absolutely classic, at this point, situation, where I, as an afab teenager,  got miss diagnosed with anger issues and moodiness instead of autism and adhd. 

And that’s only because my mother absolutely bullshited throughout the entire assessment; while being the insufferable one with anger issues (projecting much); while the doctor, how it turned out, didn’t understand at all how audhd presents and probably didn’t clarify anything at all to the mother.

And also i wanna add that my mother is again, absolutely insufferable, and by extension is never not opinionated about my audhd traits(I’ll group ‘em to speed up a bit). Examples include: 

always bitching about how im not emotional and loving and grateful enough, and also have rude voice(lacking facial expressions and emotions in voice and not being able to control how it sounds); 

Being critical about my quirks in communication and concerns about my current relationships;

pointing out my “weird” traits like sensory sensitivities,  speech patterns, special interests, forgetfulness, “messiness”, going mute sometimes (hard to talk, hard to push the words out, comes with extra social anxiety), etc u get it; 

invalidating/ignoring my struggles/concerns in general; 

lying about how i just imagine things and stretch descriptions to fit.

I could go on and on about it.

Also I’ve got sidetracked what was i even talking about.

Ah yes

Thats why she probably doesn’t think im neurodivergent. I cant be myself around her. It’s just not safe, because, as i said, she gets angry very easily, especially when can’t control my every decision or action.(when around her. When she’s on her own she doesn’t give a shit what i do, as long as it doesnt reach her ears) also she too has this black and white thinking, and because she obviously wasn’t educated on how audhd traits show up in women, she took everything too literally.(even though I tried to educate her, she just doesn’t listen/take me seriously) 

So that’s what my thoughts were for the past week. Call me spiteful but for me that’s just a need for justice and fairness and me finally understanding and accepting that my caregivers were and still are emotionally neglectful and even abusive sometimes.

[duhhtheyellowrose]

hey hi hellow bone-byrd here on main blog (dont mind the notif of me misclicking and having to refollow. perishes) anyway !!! FOR THE CHARACTER ASK GAME !!! 5, 21, 26 I BEG OTL

hihiiiiii! ^^ and what notif~~? i didnt see any notif~~!

BUT THE MAIN EVENT LETS GOOOOOOOO

5: What’s the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

okay so disclaimer in that this says the first song not necessarily the most fitting for his character overall but right now there are a fewww--

mainly i like aikido (neurotic/erotic) by will wood especially in a naegami context (THE [FUCKING] EXTENSION CORD)

but lately ive been enjoying that's enough, let's get you home as well, mainly because i associate it with his characterization in my NEXT fic, IN CASE I DIE (which is also a will wood reference. lots of will wood)

and yaKNOW i gotta drop chemical overreaction/compound fracture for wretch n pule, because like. CAHMAAHN thats where the TITLE COMES FROM!! and also the whole fic has this... manic energy (as opposed to icid's planned more somber one) and is centered around a suicide attempt involving poison that he feels a lot of disdain over-- a literal chemical overreaction!

21: If you’re a fic writer and have written for this character, what’s your favorite thing to do when you’re writing for this character? What’s something you don’t like?

TORTURE THAT BLONDE MAN!!!!! no but fr i really like exploring his psychology and why he is the way that he is and what mightve happened in his childhood aside from the Blood Sport that made him be Like That (im not gonna go on a whole spiel, but abuse all across the board is horrible but its a very specific kind of nightmare when you're abused and also rich. you have zero access to your parents' wealth unless they let you, but everyone assumes youre just as rich as they are and ergo not suffering in any way, and your parents being privileged in society means that they can get away with a lott of shit, and the extra money means fun new ways they can abuse you that, well... cost money.) and the possibilities of like, well if the togami family makes their kids compete in blood sport, what else do they do? and even if the answer is "nothing," what were the consequences of those blood sports?

all im saying is, byakuya might look perfect and act perfect-- but there's a hell of a lot of ways to abuse someone without leaving any physical scars, and most anyone can learn to act well...

26: What’s something the character has done you can’t get over? Be it something funny, bad, good, serious, whatever?

I HAVE A FEW!!!!!!!

going over THH it seems like his reaction to shock (makoto in trial 5, his reaction to that picture, some others i cant remember off the top of my head srry ^^; ) is to go quiet rather than start slinging insults or really say... anything at all? sometimes he muscles through it and says something, sometimes he just... stays silent.

also im gonna make a post about this At Some Point (prolly in may between working on icid and getting my wisdom teeth out) but he seems to have a bit of a twitchy eye, and (very apparent in his dr:s swimsuit sprites) goes VERY pale when shocked. like i think this motherfucker has an anxiety disorder or some shit like brother why are you BLUE

ALSO THE EXTENSION CORD LIKE WHY DID HE DO THAT??? "oh well it was just to make it more interesting" SHUT UPPPPPP also people can have multiple motives for things and only reveal a fraction of the truth to shut people up-- was it to force genocider to expose herself, since he's the prime kind of target for her? was it a repressed yearning thing for makoto? (considering he basically insisted they work together and then grilled specifically makoto during the trial) all three? some secret fourth thing???? god only fucking knows

and i know i KNOWWWW BUT WHAT WAS HE DOING IN THE CHEM LAB AROUND THE TIME SAKURA WAS GOING TO DIE? what was he doing there. why did he pretend not to know what suicide was. during the trial why is he like "she.... drank the poison.... knowing what it was...?!?! why would anyone.... do such a thing......" girl you read case files for fun. you Know what suicide is dont FUCK WITH ME!!! DONT FUCK WITH ME!!!!!!! and yeah yeah whatever maybe he Is just an idiot and doesnt know what suicide is or even have the most basic bad faith understanding or why someone would do it (like idk, thinking she did it bc she was too cowardly to face her own betrayal or smth. REAL bad faith shit; itd be in line w his character) but then why is his unused execution a reference to no longer human. the book heavily associated with suicide. That's Just Fucking Odd!