#This got longer than I thought

[theerurishipper]

how would a redemption arc work for azula? because like you said, azula isn't even close to the realization that she was wrong. what kind of major event would it take for azula to realize her genocidal ideals were wrong? how would zuko react to her change? because I dont want zuko to accept it right away for obvious reasons.

I'm not exactly sure how a redemption arc would work for Azula. I much prefer her the way she is in the show, a tragedy to illustrate how being abused can sometimes turn you into an abuser yourself. If she were to have a redemption arc, it should be away from anyone' influence. Away from Ozai, because obviously, and away from Zuko as well. I think it would be good way to illustrate how a victim does not have to help their abuser, and it would give Azula the opportunity to find herself without exacerbating her inferiority complex when it comes to Zuko. I feel like if he was always around to help her, she'd learn nothing about personal responsibility. Even Iroh didn't help Zuko when it really came down to it, and Iroh wasn't even Zuko's victim in the way that Zuko is Azula's. But anyway, I'll give it a go.

Maybe I'd have Azula travel around the world, learning more perspectives kind of like Zuko did. I do think it would be harder for her to do than it was for Zuko, but I think being forced to confront the world and every perception of it that she's had would help her on the road to becoming a better person. The same way Zuko did, she should go on a journey by herself, having to struggle to find food and shelter, struggling to get by. She once thought she was so capable, so powerful, but she's struggling. She put all her value into being the best firebender, a prodigy, a raw talent that she was born with, the divine right, but she can't see any of that now. Her natural firebending isn't coming to her aid here. It doesn't bring her food, it doesn't bring her shelter, and it doesn't bring her any help. She's so hungry and tired... she can't even firebend that well at all, can't conjure up her flames as strong as they used to be.

It's almost as though her skill, her expertise in fighting with fire... isn't as important or useful as she thought. It doesn't matter as much as she thought it would. It leads to her needing to reevaluate everything she knows, because if what she believed was most important really isn't... then what is important? What makes her worthy, what makes her special?

And when she comes across people who are suffering the same way she is, instead of scoffing at them and dismissing their pain like she once would have, she sees herself in them, and she understands them. And she also begins to understand that her father, and she by extension, did this to them. It sits wrong with her, now that she knows what it feels like. She's already beginning to realize that maybe her divine right isn't all that she thought it was, but she clings onto it anyway, because it's the foundation of her worldview, and without it she has nothing.

Azula keeps on travelling, she meets more and more people. I think it should be the Earth Kingdom that she travels in most, because it's where she caused the most damage to the people, it's the place she wanted to burn to the ground, and now she's forced to travel there.

And then maybe, on her travels, she stays with a family one day, who let her in out of the goodness of their heart. She scoffs at them for being so weak, so naive, but she's tired and hungry and has nowhere else to go. While she's staying there, she happens upon a scene where one of their kids is getting hugged by their mother, getting a kiss on their forehead or something, and she can't help but remember her mother doing that to her, and she can't help but remember that her father never did. And her mother was weak, and her father was is powerful, but... the kid looks so happy. And so was she, back then, when her mother showed her she loved her. But she didn't love Azula. She didn't.

But did she? Could it be that she really did love her?

Azula runs away from them in the middle of the night.

Because sure, it's a worthless display of affection, so far removed from power and fear and everything her father taught her to be, everything she strove to emulate. And they're just Earth Kingdom peasants, after all, what would they know about who she is and what she's destined for? But she can't help but think about the joy in that child's eyes, the loving way his mother looked at him, like how her mother used to look at her, how she used to feel so special when her mother stroked her hair and gave her a kiss on her forehead. Even Azula can't mistake what the look in that mother's eyes were. And if it reminds her of her mother... was her father wrong? And if he were wrong about that... what else could he have been wrong about? Her, raw talent, her divine right which she's already questioning?

And those people... they had no power. They had no money, no glory, no superior bending ability, but... they were so happy. And as long as she can remember, her family wasn't. Of course, maybe that was Zuko's fault for being so weak, her mother's fault for being so weak, her uncle's fault for being so weak... but this family has nothing, nothing like she did, and they're still so loving, so happy. And she still can't shake her faith in her father entirely (though it already began, back during Sozin's Comet), but... maybe, just maybe, somewhere deep in her heart, she's forced to admit that maybe she would liked this a lot better. Her father never did this... but maybe he should have.

She keeps travelling. Some people help her, some turn her away. She understands both of them. She would turn away anyone who came to her for help. They never were worth her time. But now she's on the other side, the one in need of help. And the people who help her, once she would have called the naive and weak and foolish, but they are the ones who help her stay alive, who she depends on. She's starting to realize who the better person is, between these two. When it comes down to just being a person, stripped of wealth and power, who it's better to be. Her father always said these things to her, and she believed it for the longest time. She did everything she could to be on his right side, to be like him, to be better than her brother... but ultimately, in her time of greatest need, none of it matters. What's really helping her is kindness, is compassion, the things she derided and scoffed at. In the fact of the harsh reality, she has to admit that her father is wrong. She can't deny it anymore.

Maybe she happens upon a refugee camp at some point, and she sees these people suffering, with nothing. She used to believe that weakness led to your own suffering, and that it would never happen to her. Zuko brought his fate upon himself, after all. Iroh lost his son because of his weakness. Her mother was sent away because she was too weak. But Azula sees these people, there people who have nothing because everything they had was burnt away. She would have blamed them too, but she's also spent so long feeling helpless, realizing that when it comes to the world outside the confines of her majestic royal palace filled with luxury and comfort, that not everyone has that kind of power, even her. Especially not her. And she knows, just as surely as she knows that she wanted the fire that destroyed their homes to be lit, she knows in the depths of her mind and heart that this is their fault. The fault of her father, and her own. Just like what happened to Zuko was her father's fault.

And they still help her, believing her to be one of them, someone who has been hurt by the Fire Nation like they have. And for the first time, she feels that she doesn't deserve their help. She doesn't deserve their kindness. She's horrified by the true reality of her actions and their consequences, horrified by what she's done.

And then maybe someone recognizes her. And then people are drawing weapons and trying to defend themselves. They all come together in hatred for her. In fear of her. It's what she's tried to achieve for so long, to subjugate these people, to rule them, to make everyone fear her. But she sees them come together, fearing her, and she only feels sick. There are children crying, somewhere, and for a second, she sees Zuko in his place, crying, half of his face burnt off-

She runs. She can't deal with this. Some people chase her, trying to take her down, because they're so afraid of her. She's never truly been confronted with such raw hatred before. She thinks of all the children, with burns on their skin, and thinks of Zuko, his face burning, and she thinks of how she had smiled. She thinks of her father, teaching her all sorts of falsehoods about power, and worthiness, and how she knew, she did, that it would only last as long as it pleased him. She thinks of that family, happy and loving, and how much better it seemed compared to her own family. She thinks about how so many other families have been the same way. She thinks about how even the people in this camp, who are so hurt and powerless, were ready to fight her to protect their family.

She thinks about her mother, who was the one who really loved her. Realizing her father was wrong also brings about the realization that she was wrong about her mother. That her mother was trying to protect her. From her father. The man who would burn the face of his son, all because he wouldn't fight his father. Who treated Zuko like he was worth nothing because he couldn't bend as well as her. Who treated her like she was worth something only because she could bend her fire better, the same bending ability that she's realized is ultimately meaningless, which doesn't matter when it comes down to the realest parts of the world. Who fed her lies and treated her like a tool, because he saw her as a weapon, not a daughter. He never looked at her the way her mother did. With love. He just wanted to use her, and he cast her away when he was done with her. Just like he did with Zuko. She wasn't special, she wasn't born lucky, she was just more convenient, and he used her and discarded her like a cheap toy.

And she has to admit, that fear isn't the answer. She's seen people now, people who are more afraid of her than anyone has ever been before. They should be running away. But they don't. She thinks about these people, who she thought were weak, but really, they are stronger than her, because even in the face of fear, they fight. Because they have love, and that's always been more powerful. Just like Zuko. Like Mai and Ty Lee.

Her mother wouldn't have done what her father did. She would have helped Azula. She tried so hard to. Her brother tried too, as she fought him and relished in his pain. So did her uncle, while she spurned him and wished him dead. So did these people, even though she wanted to burn them to the ground not so long ago. Her father was well on his way to do it. Burn down their homes, kill these people, some of whom are her age too. And she suggested it, she wanted to be by his side, like it was some game, some glorious quest.

Her father is a monster. So is she. She's always laughed it off, believing her mother thought that about her, and trying to pretend it didn't matter. But it does. Now it does. She's always known all this, somewhere in the depths of her mind, her mother's teachings had left a mark, but she can no longer run from any of it anymore. It's the truth. She's a monster, and for the first time, she feels remorse. She can no longer hide behind her belief of superiority, of her divine right to rule. She feels guilt, the way she did on that day, before she lost everything she once thought mattered, when her mother looked at her and said I love you Azula. I do.

From then, she keeps travelling. She tries to avoid people. She doesn't dare face anyone, for fear of what rejection she might face, especially because she now knows she deserves it. She doesn't deserve their help or their support. Not these people, not Zuko or Mai or Ty Lee or her uncle or her mother. And as she's going on like this, she sees some people one day, shivering in the cold, trying to light a fire and failing. She's also cold, so she lights a fire. But the fire in her hand is blue, like ice, too hot, too much. So, for once, she stops focusing on making her flames the hottest they can be. The flame in her hand cools down, and now it's a warm yellow glow. And then she actually feels warm, not just on the outside but in her heart as well. And she looks at these people, and she knows how they feel. She knows what she'd want someone to do for her if she were in their place. So, she lights their fire with a flick of her wrist. They don't see who she is, they don't even notice her. For all they know, they managed to light it themselves. But they look so happy, so content, so warm. Because of the fire. And she didn't even use it to fight. Her fire is helping people, making them happy. Maybe it's not just good for fighting.

Just like her.

She knows in her heart that this is what her mother would have wanted. Her mother who was right all along. So, she goes on doing this, secretly helping people. Lighting their fires, their torches. It's small, but it clearly means a lot to people on cold days and nights. And they never notice her. But she's surprised to find that she doesn't need or want the attention anymore. Just the fact that she helped makes her feel the warmth she thought respect and power would get her.

And so, she doesn't just help with her fire. She tries to learn new ways to help. She tries to learn how to treat wounds, especially burns. And she finds so much more fulfillment in this simple work than she ever did in plotting against her brother and planning to burn down the Earth Kingdom. And it's not even just because of her mother's words anymore. Her mother was right. This is something she wants. She still struggles sometimes with doubts about if she's wrong now, still struggles with feelings of resentment and anger towards the people she knows don't deserve it. She still feels small when she thinks about her father, about what he'd think if he saw her like this, even though she's realizing he doesn't matter. But she's getting better. She feels better than she's ever felt.

And then she ends up in Ba Sing Se, and then Zuko is there. With Iroh. And the Avatar and his friends. Zuko spots her. She runs. Zuko chases her. She didn't mean to run into him, but he's coming after her. Zuko confesses that he was worried about her, that he's been looking for her. And she's shocked that he would, even after everything. Because even now, she can still see the wariness in his eyes, the slight nervousness in his posture, the way his friends stand tall behind him, making less of an effort to look concerned, even though they don't look completely antagonistic.

So Azula does the one thing she's always been running from, something she knows she has to do but has never been able to. Admit to her mistakes. Apologize. She still wants to run, but Zuko is here, he's been looking for her, and he's worried about her. She would have felt, and a part of her still feels, anger towards Zuko, still blames him unfairly. But she's grown to recognize it for what it is. And so, she says to him I'm sorry, the first time she's said the words and truly meant it. He looks shocked, but then smiles, and says I forgive you.

But she can see he doesn't, not really. She can see now, how much he loves her, how much wants her to get better, how much he appreciates her sincere apology. How much he wants to forgive her. But she can still see the doubt, the pain and fear in his eyes that she caused. She can see the resentment and the hurt. She's not blind to it anymore. So she says, no you don't. And when he steps forward, tells her to stay, Azula, I don't want to lose you, she tells him that it's best for the both of them if she leaves. And maybe one day, she'll come back, when she's become better, enough to truly begin to make up for what she's done to him, and he can truly forgive her. And he smiles, and says good luck.

So Azula goes off to do more good things and learn to heal herself and find her worth, and then they meet and can actually be a decently stable family again. Or not, YMMV.

Thank you for your ask!

[fourphoenixfeathers]

IM SO SORRY I JUST FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS

Response to astral au tags from @dysfunctionalburden

Basically they both looked at earth and thought "hey that planet looks really fun, we should go chill". And so they did. Just. Bam, they were there. I think it's funnier if I don't explain how. They are just built different.

They thought the league trial looked like an interesting tradition to participate in, so they decided to just be kids for a bit and they lived out lives as normal (but slightly glowy) guys.

At least until Giratina vibe checked Ingo.

The fact that Procyon disappeared from the sky in the modern day is huge for the astronomy community, but doesn't have much of an effect on the universe as a whole. Now, for the boys personally...

Sorry not sorry, this is an evil-ish gira au. Bad in the sort of "doesn't care about the consequences of its actions" way. Giratina got bored and and found some of its sibling's creations wandering around on earth. Naturally it decided to play around with no care for how much damage it was doing.

Ingo drew the short straw.

Normally, Ingo would have had a really long lifespan compared to human perception of time. A star Procyon's size would just continue to burn up its fuel until there was not enough left, and then it would become a much smaller and dimmer white dwarf star. That wouldn't be too bad, after all, Emmet is already a white dwarf.

However. Star life cycles are entirely dependent on the effects of mass and gravity. And Giratina, the literal deity of gravity (and I will die on that hc hill), decided to mess around. Giratina caused Ingo to prematurely collapse, but not into a white dwarf as he should have. Ingo went boom, and he left behind two pieces: a supernova, and a black hole.

Supernova got sent to Hisui, and oh boy he's struggling. Supernovae don't last very long, only taking a week at most to reach maximum brightness before fading over the course of a few weeks. I'm giving him the luxury of more time bc *handwavy bs go* but he's definitely aware that he doesn't have much. Add to that that he has to somehow contain the destruction of a cosmic explosion in his tiny human body...

Meanwhile, Black Hole Ingo is left behind in Nimbasa, and Emmet is not having a great time. Fortunately for Nimbasa, Ingo isn't a hazard. Unfortunately for Emmet, he can't touch Ingo without getting tired and feeling like he's falling.

[the-raging-tempest]

Something that I’ve been thinking about and I’m not certain everyone really understands the whiplash.

Zrise around his family vs not.

When he knows he’s going to be around his family it’s like he’s a completely different person. He starts to talk more ‘noble’ he dresses completely differently. Removes all his facial piercings. Tames his hair. He holds himself completely differently. He adopts back all those manners that were deeply and violently ingrained in him. He puts forward an air of respectability and chivalry. It’s his little mask for high society and his family.

A lot of them he had to unlearn as an inquisitor. To blend in and not stick out like a sore thumb. As in inquisitor he had to learn how to adopt more low status mannerisms and speech. Had to learn to get information from people who would never willingly talk to a noble if they knew. With a different kind of intimidation and lying. To pretend to be other people.

Which is the real him? Great question. He’d also love to know.

Lariel never had this issue because she’s never left home (until adventuring) and she retains her polite air regardless of who she is speaking to. But I imagine the difference between seeing Zrise at the war table vs going to see his family is…. Shocking to any kc

This also touches on something I’ve always imagined but never put into words really. He is actually an incredibly neat person. But it’s mostly due to the fact he has no personal belongings. His religious and military training beating into him that he wakes up, does his routine. Wakes up, makes his bed, (funny to imagine for me) does his training, swords and just basically a workout, quickly bathes/cleans up, then looks over what he’s supposed to do (like his assignments). Zrise can be a little robotic. When he doesn’t have a thing to do, doesn’t have a plan, doesn’t have someone telling him the next step. He can kind of fall apart. Doesn’t mean he necessarily enjoys this routine btw.

Unless he’s in a spiral. Then he’s not eating, sleeping, bathing, working out, etc. He’s a mess.

[thedarknesssings]

Prompt 19: Lost Chance

Prompt 19: Weal - FFxiv Write 2023 Characters:  Kyllian, Antoinaux de Sombret. Content Warning:  Physical injury, fire. 

“Get back!”

The warning came a split second before a bullet lodged itself in the old, frozen wood of the barn’s wall near Kyllian’s head.  The blowing snow obscured their vision, made the men they were chasing into shadows in the dimming light of day.  Still, the machinist had alarmingly good aim for a man unable to see clearly.

A hand grabbed his upper arm and pulled him back around the corner of the barn. “Are you alright?”  Concerned blue eyes peered through the visor of the helm the knight wore.  

Kyllian nodded his head.  “Yes, I’m fine.  Missed me by ilms.  Have you gotten a count on them yet?  Three?  More?”

Antoinaux’s concern lingered, his gaze searching Kyllian despite the assurances.  “Three.  The two swordsman and the machinist.”

“Where’s the mage?  That’s who we want.”  Kyllian exhaled a sharp breath and eased to the side, trying to see around the corner and maybe get Antoinaux’s attention back on their job. “He’s the ringleader.”

“Haven’t seen him since we gave chase.”  The knight straightened and took a step back only when the handful of temple knights under his command crept out of the blowing snow to join them.  “Well?”

“Chased them into the big house across the field.  They’re holed up in there by the looks of it, sir.”  The Coerthan accent of the man grated or maybe it was the slight nasally sound that irritated Kyllian.  

“Good.  Let’s get this arrest done.”  Kyllian brushed his hands down the coat that marked him an inquisitor of the Tribunal.  “Three of you go around back and find the rear entrance, the rest of us will go in the front.  We’ll try to pincher them.  Mind the gun.”

Their entrance through the farmhouse’s front door went a lot smoother and quieter than Kyllian liked.  Antoinaux stayed on his heels and the two knights accompanying them flanked out to either side once they were inside.  They could hear the other knights near the back of the house arguing with the frozen kitchen door, the iron bolts and hinges stuck fast.  The sound of cracking wood resounded loudly down the hall.  The rest of the house was deathly quiet.  

“You two go up.  We’ll find the basement.”  Kyllian murmured.

The two knights nodded and snuck toward the stairs.  Antoinaux followed Kyllian toward the kitchen, giving the knights coming through the broken door a circular gesture.  They were to secure the main floor.  Kyllian eased the door hiding the stairs down into the cellars open, his figure standing to one side so he’d not be an easy target of anyone below.  No shots rang out.  The damp smell of mold and neglect greeted them instead.  

“That smells lovely.”  Antoinaux griped.  He stepped around Kyllian and started down the stairs, his sword held at the ready.  His gaze flitted around him on high alert during his descent into the darkness.

“Probably old food stores rotting.”  Kyllian mumbled back and kept close to Antoinaux’s back without risk of impeding his sword swing.  

“Going to need a light.” 

“It’ll make us a target.”  Kyllian warned lowly, but relented as they reached the bottom of the steps.  The darkness was nearly complete down here.  “Bloody hells.”  

He reached into the satchel he carried and dug out a small torch, the end of it enchanted to illuminate a significant area.  A rather brilliant invention compared to the flickering fire of a traditional torch.  Antoinaux took the torch from him the moment he turned it on, flashing the light this way and that.  The cellar was empty.  

Antoinaux cursed aloud.  “Wait here.  I’ll see if there’s a passage hidden or some other way out down here.”  He squeezed Kyllian’s arm as if that might make him stay put.  

Kyllian really had no choice when the knight crept away and took the torchlight with him.  The creaking of the house above him alerted him to the movements of the knights upstairs doing their job of searching the rest of the house.  The linkpearls remained quiet, so Kyllain figured they’d found nothing unusual.  

He watched Antoinaux move through the cellar, nudging rotten barrels aside to check the stone walls behind them. Degrading sacks and crates crumbled apart when he dragged them aside.  A gust of cold air rushed into the cellar the moment Antoinaux discovered what they were looking for.  A small segment of the wall scraped open under the press of both of his hands.  The scent of rot grew less pungent with the waft of fresh air.

“Think we found their way out.  Want two of you to head down here to accompany us.”  Antoinaux demanded into his linkpearl.  

A pair of footsteps sounded behind Kyllian. The three of them followed Antoinaux into the tunnel the opening in the wall exposed.  The journey was slow and painstaking, creeping down the length of a tunnel they couldn’t stand up straight in.  They were forced into single file.  Kyllian was glad to not be wearing their chainmail and plate, even if the knights proved incredibly agile in it.  Antoinaux emerged from the tunnel first.  

“The fucking barn?”  Antoinaux’s exclamation perked up Kyllian’s eyebrows.  They’d doubled back around.  “We should’ve stayed put.  Fuck.”  

Kyllian climbed out of the hole in the ground, using a ladder that wasn’t the least bit compliant with any Ishgardian building codes he knew, not even the Brume.  He stared at the open barn door and exhaled a sharp breath through his nose.  Their quarry was likely long gone.  Not that it stopped the knights from darting out the hanging barn door in hope.  Kyllian ran a hand through his hair and turned to the side, gaze falling to the barn’s dirt floor.  

“Bloody hells.”  Kyllian turned back to gesture toward Antoinaux. “Can you even see them?”  He started toward the knight waiting in the doorway.

The explosion devastated the back half of the barn in a split second.  The blast knocked him clear off his feet about midway through the barn, sending him sprawling half-dazed to the ground.  Fire erupted, swiftly melting the ice and eating into the old wood structure.  Burning wooden projectiles shaken loose from the crumbling roof pelted down around Kyllian. His head struck the dirt and made his vision swim.  The structure further collapsed. The big support beams cracked and splintered into smaller segments. The fragments thudded down around Kyllian, leaving dents in the dirt floor before falling on their sides.

“Kylli–”  The roar in his ears drowned the scream of his name.

He lifted his arms up around his head and rolled to his side.  A chunk of beam, its end made sharp as spears when it snapped in half, slammed into his leg and pinned him to the frozen ground.  Pain erupted through him, the scream that tore from his throat sounded so far away.  So dim.  He rolled his head to the side, tears hot along his cheeks.  The last thing he saw was Antoinaux held back by his knights, screaming his name.  

[hecula-propaganda]

hey wasn't i supposed to write about lisa's death

eh. close enough :V

[osamusriceballs]

Need some dating advice here

There is this guy that I met at work- he was a customer and bought something anime related and I made a nice comment about that when he paid and then he asked for my number and I thought why not and we exchanged numbers. We started causally texting last week, and it‘s been fine.

I‘ve been visiting a friend during the last weekend, and it took me a 12 hours bus ride to visit them, and the guy and I said that we could maybe meet on Monday, if I’m not too tired after the weekend.

Flash forward to Monday: I told him that I wasn‘t feeling well enough to meet him because I’m still tired. He said it was fine and that we could meet another day.

However, I had to drive my brother to work and spontaneously decided to do some shopping on my own, because I needed really needed some new underwear, and when he asked me what I was doing, I told him that I’m shopping, and then he got a bit salty. He said that it was lowkey rude because he was looking forward to seeing me and now I’m shopping on my own and he feels heartbroken. I told him, that i was there for like one hour on my own, and spending time with him would probably be way longer than that, and also include socializing, which I definitely wasn’t feeling that day, and then he said: “I don‘t want to ruin your mood, so I’m gonna let that one slide.“

I can‘t even explain it, but he somehow hit a nerve there. I feel like I don’t need to justify my actions towards him, because I’ve only seen this guy once and we‘ve only been texting for like a week- and now I don’t really feel like meeting him today, but on the other hand: we do share some hobbies, but I don’t know if I should take that as solid base to start a relationship. He texted me his full schedule for the week, just to let me know when he will be able to text, and while this is cute, I feel like he’s already moving at a too fast speed- am I overreacting? I feel like maybe there is a part in me that subconsciously tries to search for reasons to not get into a relationship with him, but I don’t know at this point. I feel like he‘ll be a very controlling boyfriend eventually, and that scares me somehow.

But if I feel like that before we even met up, I don‘t know if I should meet him at all? Should I give him a chance or cancel the date?

[the-aqua-fangirl]

What if Nos finally gets XL in his clutches and ready to kill…only to freeze up. He has no idea why, glitch? Being controlled, rust? Until he realizes, he can’t bring himself to kill XL. Deep down in his mainframe, he has a bit of a heart, enough that it can’t bear to destroy the one person he’s ever really cared about and cared about him. He just can’t.

Oooooooooohohhhhhhhh this is some good stuff.

While I think the chances of this happening are low, it would be very, very impactful and dramatic if it did, especially if NOS and XL teamed up for a long period of time, allowing them time to hang out and get to know each other.

NOS would definitely have to feel some kind of connection with XL; and XL is probably the first being after his first mission to take over Star Command who he has been with who wasn’t a robot under his control or drained completely dry. They would have definitely connected over their initial desire for revenge and galactic conquest, but I think they would connect over other things too such as their interest in machinery and not having the best parental figure. I imagine they would likely also discuss deeper stuff and having that kind of bond would make their connection stronger; a connection which gets mutually destroyed by NOS-4-A2 trying to eat XL and XL’s response of teaming up with Buzz and XR to stop NOS’ plan.

So in the event that NOS-4-A2 came back from his seemingly death to get revenge on everyone who destroyed him, I can see him going after XL at some point. So setting the scene:

XL is doing some Star Command stuff and he’s by himself. NOS see this as a perfect opportunity to get back at his old teammate and partner in crime. He moves around the area, making noises to scare XL, making him move where he wants to XL to move. NOS can sense XL’s fear, and he’s loving the thrill of it.

Finally, NOS-4-A2 has him right where he wants him. XL is terrified, jumping at the slightest sound when it suddenly goes dead. After a few long seconds, NOS-4-A2 jumps out of the shadows. XL runs and NOS chases him down once again.

Eventually, XL takes a wrong turn, running into a dead end. He’s about to turn and run back, but in his path stands his old partner in crime, giving him the a look of victory and vengeance as he quickly invades XL’s space. As NOS-4-A2 prepares to strike, CL close his eyes, waiting the end.

NOS goes to strike at XL, but stops just as his claw would have ripped through the larger robots chest. He’s confused, why would he stop when he’s so close to taking his revenge on his old teammate. Growling, he goes to to strike him once more, but again he stops. He tries to move the unresponsive limb but it won’t both… he can’t will it to move any further. He can’t bring himself to kill XL, his enemy, his old teammate, his… only companion for the longest time, someone who he has bonded with and… actually cared for.

NOS-4-A2 is overwhelmed by a wave of emotions and he turns away from XL. At this point, XL is confused as to why he’s still online, when he a familiar screech and metal claws ripping through metal, but not at him. Opening his eyes, he sees NOS lashing out at the area around them. NOS realises he is being watched. He glances at XL briefly before taking off into the shadows, to think on what just happened, but he swears that he will be back for the bigger robot.

XL stands there in shock and confusion as to what happened, though he thinks he it might be what he hoped it is.

[noctiivagus]

                    MIKE WHEELER + divergences for S3 & S4 

It’s not surprisingly that I have a lot of issues with the way they seemed so adamant to kill Mike’s characterization in the show, so I have quite a few divergences about the last two seasons.

                    ⸻ season 03

          HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH JANE ; Lets start with the elephant in the room. She is extremely important to him and he would do anything for her just like he would do for his friends. But their “romantic” bond was born due to their shared trauma. And the need for Mike to cling to something that made things seems normal, alongside his idolization of Jane. And this is something that takes a while for him to realize. But all the times that was spent with Jane in Hopper’s cabin? It’s spent hanging out, awfully singing along songs, Mike coming out with new stories with Jane & even him helping her with her english. Just those two being the kids that they are.

          TRAUMA & DEALING WITH IT ; Mike just like the other teens went through a whole ordeal of trauma and it’s not something that one overcome that easily. He is the kind of person to feels very strongly, he is ruled by his emotions, and when those emotions are all over the place due to everything that has happened he does not know how to deal with them other than trying to push them all away, to hide them because he believe that he supposed to be strong and if he ignores them long enough he’ll be fine. But he slowly but surely shut down, becoming more and more emotionally detached from the people he cares the most, and oftentimes coming off as an asshole, because he is scared to see them getting hurt all over again. And this also lead to his outburst, when everything got too overwhelming that he is not able to keep it all inside anymore. It’s his trauma response. He suffer from nightmares & panic attacks. 

          HIS FOCUS ON BEING A GROWN UP ; Another can of worms to open. Mike is gay ( at least this is how I portray him ). He started realizing he was different between s2 & s3. It’s not something he accepted, internalized homophobia is a thing he is dealing with, which lead to his almost unhealthy fixation of ‘being a grown up’ and everything being about ‘girlfriends’, he has this belief that liking/being into boys is something that he can outgrow, that once he is an adult, those feelings will magically go away because they were just silly feelings belonging to his childhood. And that adds to his assholei-sh behavior towards Will, which he knows very well, it’s un-excusable ( and something he’ll apologize for in the future ). This is also why he is not able to express his own feelings like he is expected to.

          SMALL TITBITS ; After getting thrown against the pipeline by Billy, he does end up with a broken nose & a light concussion. The only people to know about his panic attacks are Karen and Nancy.

                   ⸻ season 04

          ACCEPTING HIMSELF ; Between the time we left him in s3 & when we see him in s4, he had a lot time to reflect on himself and slowly starting to overcome his internalized homophobia and accepting himself for who he is. it’s a slippery slope and there are going to be times that he stumble and fall back but he is quick to get back on his feet. He does need someone to take him under their wings but he can’t really be open about it at Hawkins, can he ? Anyways, not many knows this about him being, especially not in the beginning, but post return in Hawkins he’ll tell to the people closer to him ( the party, Karen & Nancy, and probably Eddie too ). While he’d still find it weird to be out, it also feels like he doesn’t need to hide anymore. 

          DEALING WITH CHANGES & FEELING LEFT BEHIND ; Mike doesn’t deal well with changes, and that add a whole lot of more stress to his already overwhelming state. He feels like he is losing his friends, with Will and Jane in Lenora, Lucas having basketball, Dustin spending more time with Steve. And he can’t stop it, he is watching everyone finding new interests and he feels like he is being left behind and that weight on his mind constantly. Reason why he cling really hard to the one thing that he had always loved ( and will always love ), playing D&D. 

          STILL DEALING WITH TRAUMA ; Or rather not dealing with it, because with the passing of times he keep bottling everything up more and more, and his emotional detachment is easily spotted ( the conversation about the letters he has with Jane is a prime example of such ). He knows he has a support system that would help him but at the same time he feels like his problems/trauma isn’t as bad as the others, so he keep quiet.  

          THE VAN BACKSEAT SCENE ; Alright so, unless plotted otherwise, my go to for this scene is Will indeed giving Mike the painting but not making it about Jane. It’s just a nice and cute moment between best friends & their attempt to rekindle the strong connection that they once had but was put to test by Mike’s own problems. And in most cases he does comes out to Will, since he is the person that had always been closer to, one of the few people he feels safe around. 

          HIS MONOLOGUE TO JANE & THEIR RELATIONSHIP ; Sometime during his landing in Lenora & Jane getting brought to the lab, they do have a conversation where Mike is completely honest with her about everything. After all they are truly better off as friends, and Jane allowed to experience things. That doesn’t take away from the fact that jane is still VERY important to him. And to follow this, the monologue he give to help Jane pull through and get Vecna’s ass, it’s very much platonic, focusing on the fact that he and the others love and care about her so much, that they believe in her because she had always be strong enough to overcome everything that she set her mind to. It’s a speech to remind Jane that she has a support system that has her back no matter what.

          SMALL TITBITS ; He picks up playing the guitar and it’s Eddie the one teaching him, one of the person he came to look up to, in a way he consider him like his big brother. He feels extremely guilty for missing Lucas’ game because he knew how important it was for him and he does apologize to him. 

[sanguine-law]

Nsfw head canons

Half of Joseph's house staff are also effectively a harem. When he's in the mood, Joseph will usually go find one of them and see if they're in the mood or willing, and take them to his bedroom. Everyone involved knows and consents to it, and everyone including Joseph himself regularly get tested for diseases. Those who work at his house that aren't involved end up knowing unwillingly through gossip.

While Joseph has his pick of sexual partners, he doesn't stop his house staff from having sex among themselves, or even relationships. His only rules for them are that it's consensual, and every affected party knows to avoid spreading anything in his own house.

While Joseph wasn't always good about consent, it's incredibly important to him now. Any staff of his that violate someone's consent are severely punished, with the lightest punishment being thrown out to the wilderness with nothing but their clothes.

Joseph has a sea-star-shaped charm that allows him to alter what sex organs he has. He originally developed the spell around a decade ago to get a better idea of what sex is like for his female and intersex partners and how to make it more enjoyable. Then he realized he quite enjoyed the feeling, as well as experimenting with what body type he had both inside and outside the context of sex. He's more than willing to change what sex he is for his partners, as well as change their own if they ask.

He has quite a wide variety of kinks with his most notable being blood play, food play, knife play, sex related bodily fluids, and being slut shamed. Joseph is more than willing to try new things, with the exceptions of scat and vomit.

[justablix]

2a, 2g, 4a!

Thank you for participating in my game!! :3

2a) what's your gimmick

I'm a young Babyface with a thing for blood. No matter the match type, me, my opponent, or my tag partner, one of us always starts bleeding, even if I'm not directly involved in whatever starts the bleeding. I'm cheerful, wear gear with mostly light colours, and I don't 'fight dirty'. Except when I get my first big title, I get careful, suspicious and I lose the fun I had in wrestling, I try to adopt a more serious persona, and I start to cheat to win: I turn heel. There's no more blood in my matches. The (re)turning point would be quite some time after I lose my title. I have a drawn out feud with the champion, I get my first title shot, I cheat, I lose, we continue our feud. Over time, a respect grows between us. They bleed during one of their title defenses, I come out afterwards, we brawl and they end up smearing their blood on my face, I'm bloody for the first time in about a year. My next title shot, I win clean, I have fun and laugh and taunt and smile, we bleed buckets, we become allies, happy end

2g) raining blood by slayer

4a) No, but I'd be part of a faction.

[clown-owo]

I couldn't get this out of my head

[pianokantzart]

YES! GOOD! I’m going to just going to analyze the whole dinner scene, because it’s one of my favorite parts of the movie. 

Mario and Luigi walk in, and immediately the whole room lights up to greet them. Despite everything that follows, one thing is clear: The Mario Brothers are happy to see their family, and the family is happy to see them. 

The whole family confirms that they watched their commercial. Everyone except their mom insists the commercial was a bad idea, but the fact that they all watched it speaks to the fact that there is no indifference regarding Mario and Luigi’s dream. They’re eager to see where this endeavor leads, even if they think it’s going to end in failure. 

The moment Mario and Luigi sit down at the table, their uncles begin laying into them like it’s open season on financially struggling plumbers. Just full blown, no-holds-barred roast mode on their nephews.

Mario is on the defensive, but he doesn’t get angry, he’s just trying to argue his side. Clearly this is typical behavior for Uncle Tony and Uncle Arthur. They’re loud, overly honest, and obnoxiously confident in their opinions. Uncle Arthur, thankfully, has his wife to keep him in check. Uncle Tony, however, who is seated next to poor Luigi, is an absolute menace.

Luigi ignores all the teasing. He is only interested in getting food, but this is not an easy task. Tony’s verbal arguments are all directed at Mario, but Luigi is the one who gets prodded and shoved around, and that makes getting dinner next to impossible.

Luigi attempts to serve himself salad, attempts to ask for a roll, attempts to eat the mushrooms being put on his plate, and at every turn he’s either pushed away or talked over. He is clearly very soft spoken compared to the other men in his family, and never quite had the strength to stand up for himself... after all, everyone means well, they just lack self awareness. It isn’t worth the fight. 

Thankfully, Luigi’s mom comes to the rescue, and puts a bowl of soup in front of her boy. She’s the queen of the caretaker role, making sure all the loose ends are tied up and that everybody eats.

But on the flip side, it’s interesting to note that once the uncles start tearing into Mario, Mario’s Dad serves him up a plate of food. He may have just been serving the person next to him because that was the polite thing to do, but I have a theory...

I think that this wasn’t the first night that Mario and his uncles went at each other. I think Mario’s Dad read the room, and figured that if Mario was going to spend dinner playing defense, he should at least remember to eat while doing so.

It also speaks volumes that Mario’s Dad doesn’t voice his disapproval until Mario asks for his opinion. Before then he avoids the subject and lets everyone else do the talking, but so long as he’s being questioned directly, he can’t help but be honest.

“I think... you’re nuts. You don’t quit a steady job for some crazy dream.” This sounds like a voice of experience. Mario’s Dad has the figure of someone who has worked physical labor for a good portion of his life (look the size of those arms). He may have had dreams of his own when he was younger, but he had a wife and kids to worry about, and family took priority. 

Speaking of family taking priority: “... and the worst part? You’re bringing your brother down with you.” That settles it. The conversation has gone from a casual roast session to dead serious. The entire room falls quiet as Mario puts down his fork and storms off. 

“What’d I say?” Everybody at the table (except the niece, she’s long since checked out) gives Mario’s Dad different versions of the look™. Uncle Tony and Uncle Arthur have the same “Jesus Christ bro, you didn’t have to go there” expression, and Luigi just looks hurt on Mario’s behalf. His Dad, however, is just confused.  

He didn’t get the gravity of what he said. His relationship with his own brothers– loudmouthed schmucks who call their own shots – is completely alien to what Luigi and Mario have. He probably knows Mario is protective of Luigi, but he doesn’t realize the depth of responsibility Mario feels for him. Anyone can see that Luigi is loyal to his brother, but Mario alone knows how loyal he is, and the implication that he’s betraying that loyalty is intensely painful. 

I doubt Uncle Arthur and Uncle Tony truly relate to Mario and Luigi’s relationship either, but they’ve probably teased Mario enough to understand one thing: bringing Luigi into it is a line you do not cross.

Conclusion:

There is a lot of love in the Mario family.

Uncle Tony and Uncle Arthur are definitely the most insufferable of the bunch, but there is no malice in their teasing. While they are brash and overbearing, it’s all in good fun, and they get visibly uncomfortable when things go too far and someone actually ends up hurt. 

Luigi seems to take after his mother; kind, nonconfrontational, and happily invested in a supporting role. While his Mom cares for and assists the family, Luigi cares for and assists his brother, both emotionally and in his business ventures.

Mario, in the meantime, takes after his Dad, who appears to be the oldest of the three brothers. He doesn’t always think before speaking, but he isn’t constantly running his mouth like Arthur or Tony, and acts with the gravity of someone who bears a lot of responsibility. He doesn’t quite “get” his sons, but he knows enough to see that Luigi follows his brother everywhere, and Mario does not always think before jumping into things. Despite what Mario may believe, his Dad doesn’t see him as a “joke” so much as he sees him as an impulsive young man who doesn’t grasp the consequences of his actions. But Mario does understand the consequences of his actions, he just dreams big, and... thanks to Luigi... actually has the support he needs to pursue those dreams. 

[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

Jake pussy eating headcanons? I just KNOW he's a professional

oh heck yes he is

ngl as he was originally wheelchair bound, the necessity for pleasing partners in more unconventional ways became all the more pressing. therefore his pussy eating and fingerfucking skills upped tenfold

pair this with his new avatar form, and holy fuck

• i think jake's especially into it too, bc he can see every part of your body; when he's got his thick blue cock inside you, there's an element of pressure to be in the right place, keep you comfortable, and only so many poses he can do, buut

• when he's on his knees, thighs spread out, maybe lightly humping the soft grass below him, all the while his face is buried between your opened legs, he's much happier

• he can take in your whole body; see your writhing form, back arching off the ground, nipples perked up in the cold air, mouth agape in ecstasy, and pussy, of course, swollen and dripping all over his face

• jake makes excellent use of his tongue too, now it's even more long, thick and flexible. his eyes will be clasped shut, mouth slightly upwards turned not only to better please you, but also because he's genuinely delighted to be eating you out like this

• he's happy to do whatever it takes to make you squeal and gush all over him, but especially loves mouth-fucking you. thrusting his lengthy blue tongue deep inside your clenching entrance, finding your special spot and keening hard into it, that's his favourite

• it's mostly because he can taste you so well, but also because he can nuzzle the flat of his nosebridge right up close to your throbbing, swollen clit, and take in the scent of your warmth and arousal

• he'll smear your juices all over him too. all over his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, chin. loves to take little breaks and nip at your thighs too; maybe take gentle bites to your exposed pussy lips and use the tip of his tongue to swiftly lick up and down your opening until it starts to numb down

• he claims that he only does it so often (and much) because it helps to ease the stretch of his girthy length when he's filling you up, but he really just loves how your hips shake when he speed-tonguefucks your sticky, hot opening

• ofc he also uses his hands and fingers too. jake loves to smack and spank your glistening folds, but especially to tug and massage your sensitive outer lips; he'll often do it after your first orgasm, bc it helps to coax out all his cum or your leftover juice, and therefore means he can slurp up all that excess essence, usually with a small grin or smirk

• he also uses his fingers to pump inside you, usually his middle and ring fingers, by doing so having a more stable base to pound hard into your pussy; his ring and index resting on either side of your mound

• he loves the digging and beckoning motion that makes you squirm and whine extra hard too, so he'll often just toggle your g-spot for like 20mins at a time, until you squeal and buck up into his awaiting mouth

• ofc he most enjoys using both simultaneously. fingering you slow, and sensuously, yet also tonguing your engorged bud swift enough to make you cum in minutes. blowing on your clit is a move he loves too, likewise any hums, breaths or sighs right onto your exposed skin is common, bc it only riles you up further

• jake's also a noisy fucker. wanton groans and little laughs of amusement at your motions. he loves to make noise, and it extends to sex too.

• similarly to when he's being stimulated, almost all noises are appreciated both from him and to him by others. the only real difference with him giving oral is that they're more in response than because of a feeling

• he'll use a lot of "uh huh, thaaat's it", "..that's it babygirl, good girl, fuck", "take it, take it in..i know you can do it, c'mon, take it for me" and "..ah-ah-uhhuh, that's right, there you go love, so good for me"; but jake'll also just make a lot of sounds too

• lots of hums of approval or feigned surprise, chuckles of endearment, tuts, tssks, and patronizing "ohhh, fffuck babygirl, that's it, come all over my fingers", "ohoh-shit..gush for me...fuck, so fuckin' wet". all of it'll be loud, but oddly restrained and gentle at the same time

• likewise noises are a big deal. he loves any squelching, wetness, slick and moist sounds; e.g. when your pussy sucks in his fingers so eagerly that they squelch around him, it's only serves to make his cock harder, and his tip leakier

• he's partial to taking a moment though too. sitting back, upright a bit, maybe mid-way through working up to a well-worked for release just to tease you. he'll cast his emerald eyes up, exploring your desperate state; eyebrows scrunched, lip quivering, eyes shut, chest heaving, and your body almost moving of its own accord

• the ego boost that comes with that, to him, is golden. it means he's got you. he's got your rhythm. you thrust up into his hand, you cream all over his eager mouth and tongue, you whine and moan in time with his ministrations, and it gives him this sense of control, yet also a feeling of knowing he's impressing you too

• to top it all off, he'll definitely just stop and look at your pussy specifically. take both his hands, and softly push your thighs wider for him, using his experienced fingers to lightly pull apart your moistened, swollen pussy lips to get a glimpse of your clenching, needy opening

• he'll be mesmerized by it, just watching and observing your entrance open and close, constricting around the air, almost pulsing from your hyper-aroused state, induced by his movements, and it makes him smirk like hell

hope u enjoyed anon! +reqs open as usual :)

[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 27 <3

Ushijima x dirtytalk

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 2,3 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"Here, Wakatoshi-kun! Look at this!"

A phone gets shoved into his face, the brightness level way too high for comfort, but he squints to take a look at the screen. A small grunt leaves his lips at the lack of greeting from his red-haired friend, but he chooses to focus on the screen instead.

It's an Instagram post with a picture of him, one taken during the Olympics. He looks at the picture, confused, but then Tendou starts scrolling through the comments

"I'd combust if he called me 'baby' with that deep voice."

"Do you think he's vocal in bed?" Reply: "He doesn't talk much in interviews, so I doubt it." Reply: "What a waste. His voice is so hot."

"LOOK AT HIS ABS *drools*"

"The world is going crazy ever since you said 'baby' in that one interview!" Tendou wildly gestures with his phone still in his hand, his grin almost smug when he elbows Ushijima. A frown appears on the spiker's face as he tries to recall the interview. It was one that he wasn't too fond of, due to the number of personal questions that had been asked. Way too personal questions for his liking.

"Ushijima-san, do you have any plans to start a family soon? When can we expect a baby, a little Ushijima junior?" "Baby?" he had echoed, clearly taken aback by this question, something that the interviewer probably failed to notice, but to the people close to him, it was fairly obvious. The silence after this question lead to speculation on the internet about his relationship status, something that he has kept private so far.

"It wasn't in a sexual way." Ushijima states after skimming through more comments, raising his eyebrows when the messages get more explicit and vulgar. "I was surprised when he asked the question."

"Doesn't matter! The world is going feral now, everybody wants to be Wakatoshi's baby! And even I have to admit that I got butterflies when I heard you say that. Y/n is really lucky~" Tendou hums, mischief clear in his eyes, but Ushijima fails to follow his train of thoughts with this.

"Why is she lucky?"

"Because she gets you to say sweet and dirty things to her all day long. You can't fool me, Wakatoshi-kun; I'm not only your best but also your oldest friend." Tendou winks and strolls ahead, oblivious to the way Wakatoshi is left standing there with a frown on his face, still.

xxxxx

"Y/n?"

You rub your arms dry with a fluffy towel when his voice comes from the other side of the door.

"Hmm?" you hum, smiling excitedly because he is finally back home. "I'll be out in a second."

"Yes, please. We need to talk." You hear him lean against the door frame, clearly waiting for you to come out.

You freeze at his words, eyes growing wide when realization settles in and you fully comprehend his words. "Talk? Talk about what?" you know that you sound shrill and loud, but you can't help yourself but to feel nervous at his serious tone- even more serious than normally.

"About us." Your jaw drops, and you quickly reach for your bathrobe, hastily unfolding the fabric to its full length.

"What do you mean about us? Is there a problem with us?" You finally manage to pull your arms through the fabric, quickly wrapping the fabric along your body before you open the door. You're met with Ushijima's broad chest as he quickly straightens to his full posture. His olive eyes roam over your body, lingering for a short moment on your exposed cleavage before they return back to your face. He looks nervous, there is no other way to put it. "I'm not sure. I think there could might be a problem."

"And what would that be?" You cross your arms in front of your chest, your eyes boring into his face as if you could find answers for his unusual behavior there. You've never seen him like this before. His usual warm eyes are clouded with worry, his hands fidgeting with his phone in his hands. "Toshi? What is it? Please, talk to me." You're tempted to take the phone out of his hands, but you refrain from touching him, not when you don't know what's going on.

"Are you happy with our sex life?" His eyes don't leave your face, not for even the slightest second to see your reaction, and your jaw drops at the sudden question- you expected a lot, but definitely not this.

"I'm- I mean, yes I am? Shouldn't I be? Are you unhappy?" You take a slight step back, creating distance between the two of you, baffled by the sudden implication that he thinks that you're not satisfied. Or that he might not be. Sex with Wakatoshi is great- hard, rough, and passionate. He knows how to fuck you, that is for sure, but he also knows how to be gentle and sweet, how to take care of you and spoil you, especially during aftercare. You lack nothing in your sex life with him- and you hope that he feels the same.

"I am happy. Very. I enjoy sex with you very much much," he states firmly, but that only confuses you more.

"Why are you asking me then? What made you think that I could be unhappy?" You move closer to him, worry etched in your features when you finally take his phone and put it aside to grab his hands.

"Do you want me to talk more? To be more vocal? I saw a video and people kept on commenting how they want me to call them 'baby' and some more things. Would you like that too?" The way he asks nonchalantly like he was just talking about dinner made this even more embarrassing somehow.

"For you to call me 'baby' during sex?"

"Hmm." He nods and looks expectantly at you, his hands squeezing yours while his gaze seems somewhat calmer now that he is convinced that you're satisfied.

"You... you can call me whatever you want. I'm fine with it." You try to sound unbothered and calm, but the slightly shaking note shows how the thought of him calling you "baby" or "his pretty girl" while he thrusts into you does something to you. He nods, hesitating for a second, but then his hands suddenly drop yours to pull you in by the waist, his other hand coming to your chin while he leans down until his lips are close to your ear.

"My baby. Or would you rather be my babygirl?" His honey-like voice almost puts a spell on you, and you find yourself shivering in his arms, thighs involuntarily clenching together. "S-sounds good, Toshi." You bring your hands up to his chest, feeling the hard muscles under his shirt and his slow and steady heartbeat.

"And what would my babygirl like me to do? Does my babygirl want to be touched?" He lowly mumbles against the shell of your ear, your heart now beating faster when his hands start to roam over your body. "Yes," you breathlessly answer, hands slightly clenching into the fabric of his shirt. Definitely not what you had expected as the outcome of the conversation, but vocal Wakatoshi makes your pussy throb with every single word.

"My babygirl needs me to touch her, huh? I will take care of that pretty little princess cunt." He kisses your cheek, and your legs feel like jelly at this point. You cling to him, hanging on every single one of his words. You feel your arousal growing, feel how you start to get wet the more his hands keep touching you.

"More," you whisper, feeling hot and bothered while he keeps on touching you and pressing kisses to your neck. "More? Is my babygirl needy? That pretty princess cunny needs me to touch her?" He lifts the bathrobe just enough to place one hand on your thigh, and you feel like your body is on fire when he touches you there.

"Yes," you gasp, your hands now finding purchase on his shoulders while you cling onto him like your life depends on it. "What does that little princess cunny want? My fingers?" He grazes his fingertips along your thigh, moving dangerously close to your pussy under the bathrobe- bare, and basically creaming for him the longer he keeps playing with your body.

"Or my tongue?" he licks along the column of your neck, and you gasp at his words, the sensation hot and forbidden god. "I want to taste you, baby. You always taste so sweet. Do you want my tongue between your legs? Licking at your pretty pussy?" His fingers reach your throbbing pussy, slightly parting your folds and dipping in your wetness.

"Do it, do it, Toshi, please," you press your legs together around his hand, effectively caging him right where you need it. "Hmm, but you have to cum on my fingers first." He pecks your cheek and pulls his hand away from your legs, just to place it on your hips to guide you towards the bed. "Lay down for me, baby. Open that bathrobe for me."

His baritone echoes through the room, and you feel yourself doing everything like you're in a haze, full of need for him. "Hmm, that's my good girl." He hums apporvingly when you discard the bathrobe on the floor. Your body is trembling in the cool air of the room, but Ushijima is quick to join you on the bed and to hover above you, radiating so much heat that you instantly feel warm.

"Baby, spread your legs for me. Show me everything." You take a deep breath and slowly part your legs, revealing your glistening folds to him. A shiver runs down his body, and he clears his throat before he speaks again, his voice now lower when he is obviously bothered and turned on by the situation. "Look at how wet you are for me. All for me."

You frantically nod, anticipation rushing through your body while you wait for him to touch you. His fingers finally roam over your thighs, and your head falls back into the pillow at the way he touches you, the way he knows exactly where and how to touch you.

"So impatient. I can't wait to be inside of you, to feel you around me." Your gaze falls to the tent in his pants, the thought of him fucking you making your head spin and your pussy throb with need. His fingers move between your legs, moving along your folds and pressing against your clit. You moan at the sensation, your hands fisting the sheets when his thumb prods on your entrance.

"You look so pretty like this. Just waiting for me to touch you, to fuck you. And you feel so good around my fingers." He pushes his thumb inside of you, and you almost close your legs around him. "I will make you feel so good. I will make you cum on my fingers, on my tongue, on my cock." You clench around the digit at his words, your eyes focused on his handsome face while he keeps on rubbing your clit. "More, please more," you whine your body shaking underneath his. "Shhh, I'll give you more. I'll give you what you need, baby." His eyes roam down your body and you almost protest when he pulls his thumb out, just to quickly replace it with three of his fingers. "Oh, Toshi," you whine, your hips arching into him, and you start to fuck yourself on his fingers. He keeps the fast rhythm, pulling his fingers out, and pushing them back inside, curling them pulling them out again. "You feel so good. You're is creaming for me, look at that." His words only add fuel to your desire, and you grab his shoulders to push him down to you to connect your lips in a needy kiss. He groans into your mouth, his movements slowing down for a few moments before he sets his rhythm again, a fast and punishing pace now.

Your nails rake along his bare shoulders, leaving red marks, and he groans at the sensation. "Come on, baby girl. Let me feel you clench around me. Cream on my fingers, make a mess for me," his voice sends you over the edge, and you moan his name when you cum, your walls pulsing and clenching softly around his fingers. He groans your name, sweet praises of how you're his good girl, how pretty you look under him, how much he loves you, leave his lips and your body arches from the bed into his while your face contorts in pure bliss.

He prolongs your high, making sure to keep his pace and to curl his fingers just the right way, and your body goes limp when he finally slows down. His lips meet yours, pressing chaste and loving kisses to your face. "Was that okay?" The slight frown on his face is back, a clear sign of him being deep in thoughts when he pulls back after a few more kisses.

"More than okay. I think I could cum from your voice alone." You smile up at him and cup his cheek, the afterglow making you feel so good while you lay under him.

He raises an eyebrow, curiosity now sparkling in his eyes at your words, and you are quick to explain further. "I- I didn't mean that literally. Like- I just wanted to say that your voice is hot. And you are hot." Your cheeks heat up when he simply nods and hums, a mild smile on his lips.

"I want to test that out. Let's see if I can make you cum with my voice alone, baby."

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I've been thinking a lot about Leonarda's not-death ever since it happened back in April.

("What death?" you might ask, to which I say: "EXACTLY!")

Back in mid-April, Vegetta and Leonarda were mining together in a one-block wide tunnel. A mob (a Petriman) got between the two of them, and Vegetta told Leonarda to step back while he took care of it. At this point, they'd spent enough time together that he trusted Leo to listen to him.

Instead, she was killed by the same sweeping edge bug that killed her siblings.

-

Vegetta's reaction here is what's really interesting to me. Unlike most other parents on the Island, there are no shouts or tears – only a very brief "Hmm" and then silence. He very quietly takes stock of the situation, saying "Vegetta, no" and wondering aloud why Leo didn't defend herself. In chat, Foolish says "It was a bug, right? LAG" to which Vegetta slowly responds "Yes, lag. Bug." (Despite this, Foolish still asks "WHAT HAPPENED" in chat, though Vegetta doesn't reply).

Instead, he creates a slightly wider space in the tunnel where Leo's body is. He continues quietly taking stock of the situation, wondering why Leo didn't defend herself (which is what necessitated his intervention). She'd been lagging a lot that day, and he figures that must be the cause, and eventually when Leo re-appears out of thin air in the middle of the cave and collects her stuff, she confirms that the lag got to her and that's why she didn't fight the mob.

Now here's where things get interesting:

Vegetta checks the tab list. Online, it's just him, Leonarda, Roier, and Foolish. He quietly tells Leonarda "The body has already disappeared, and without a body, there is no crime. Nothing is happening. Did you die?" Leo shakes her head, and Vegetta shakes his head too, and in the kind voice he uses sometimes with Leo, he says: "I believe you have not died. Where is the body? It isn't anywhere, no mija. If it was a mistake, it was a mistake."

Leo says: "I saw Diosito (God) pa, and I was scared. God, what am I doing here?" and Vegetta laughs, telling her it's alright. Leo says "No pasa nada (don't worry / nothing happened)" and Vegetta says: "And the people who are watching us have not seen it either." To Foolish and Roier, he messages: "Secreto."

And the funniest thing about this is it worked.

Not a single person spoke about it. I saw this entire event go down live and I didn't see a WHISPER of what transpired among fans. I can't even remember if the QSMP official accounts talked about it (they sure didn't mention it in Vegetta's recap of the day). We could discuss this in meta terms of course– Leo was having known lag issues that day, Vegetta's beloved by the admins so of course they're willing to turn a blind eye rather than slap a "?" over Leonarda's life on the Eggstatistics, but meta talk isn't what I'm interested in here.

I'm interested in q!Vegetta, the weird "god-adjacent" aura he's got, and the way the universe bends to his will.

Before he took a break from the server, Rubius seemed to be a caretaker for the Eggs who died (for example, he was present when Maxo, Quackity, and Mariana & Slime said their final goodbyes to Trumpet, Tilin, and JuanaFlippa). Because of his role as an "angel" and some of his dialogue during the early days of the server, it's not a stretch to say he probably came to collect any Egg who lost a life. I can imagine he did the same when he saw Leonarda die – that is, until Vegetta said "And the people who are watching us have not seen it either." Realistically, we know Vegetta was saying this to Chat (and possibly the admins as well), but again, we're looking at this from an "in-universe" perspective.

I wonder if Vegetta was aware of Rubius' role, and this was his way of telling Rubius "No. I won't allow that to happen." We know Rubius has a soft-spot for Vegetta (and we also know that Rubius was cast out of heaven several months later) so it makes me wonder if these two instances are connected.

Either way, this isn't the first time the laws of the QSMP universe have bent for Vegetta, and I certainly don't think it'll be the last.

Rubius or no, Leo didn't die that day.

Vegetta made sure of it.

[freakadr0id]

Oh my GOD, I just realized why Donnie acts so weird in Man vs. Sewer. I always thought his behavior was odd in that episode, particularly in his nonchalance towards finding and saving Raph - but I had the most random thought occur to me during work that TOTALLY explains it. I'm sure some people have probably pointed this stuff out already, but I wanted to put this out there anyway.

The episode 'Man-vs-Sewer' is a personal favorite of mine. I love the episodes where the boys are just goofing off, and this episode is that plus some. We see get to see the boys having fun for a bit at the start of the episode, but it also adds a bit more depth to some of the turtles. We see a really surprising side to Raph's character with his fear of being alone, and Leo gets to shine a bit as a leader and hint at his true potential.

However, I was always a bit puzzled by the way Donnie and Mikey were written in this episode. As a rule, Rise is pretty good about keeping its characters, well, in character, so their behavior struck me as kind of strange, particularly Donnie's.

If there is one thing Rise NAILS about Donnie's character is showing that despite struggling with emotions and empathy, he is still NOT AN ASSHOLE. Donnie genuinely and deeply loves his family - he just has a hard time expressing it externally.

'Man-vs-Sewer' kind of stood out to me as an exception to that, however. At this point, Donnie's care for his brothers is an undisputed fact, so why does he seem so unconcerned about finding Raph after being separated? Even for Donnie, this seems like an ooc level of indifference towards the well-being of his brother (at least that's how I saw it).

Except, it isn't. In fact, this episode only reinforces that Donnie does care for his family, it's just a *bit* harder to see here.

One thing many neurodivergent people struggle with is a sudden change in plans. When they expect to do something that day it can be very difficult for some neurodivergent people to deal with it emotionally and can lead to immense frustration or even shutdowns. Since Donnie is confirmed to be, at the very least, autistic coded, this would absolutely apply to him as well.

The turtles planned to have a nice, relaxing day floating along New York's sewers and enjoying a small break from all the stress of finding the Dark Armor. No fighting, no mystic metal, no foot clan. Just a calm day of fun without a care in the world - only for it to be ruined by a bad pass and a lost brother.

I know if my plans were ruined like that, I would be in an absolutely FOUL mood. It can be hard to transition into a different mindset when the expectations for the day change like that, and it can make anyone frustrated, but Donnie doesn't appear to be that way. In fact, he's acting extremely casual.

Even though everything he was going to do today was upended and his brother is now missing in the New York sewers, why does Donnie seem so unconcerned about the whole situation?

Answer: It's a coping mechanism.

It would be very easy for him to be a bit more annoyed and frustrated at the whole situation (I definitely would be), but he isn't. Instead, he avoids getting overwhelmed and emotional by continuing through the day as if nothing has really changed.

The whole time they are finding Raph, Donnie behaves as if they are still on a peaceful, carefree mini-vacation. He makes snide jokes and jabs toward Leo, enjoys the drinks he brought in his shell, and constantly reminds the others that it is his "day off." If he can act as though he's still relaxing, it becomes easier to adjust to unexpected alterations in his day. This isn't Donnie being willfully inconsiderate towards Raph being lost and alone, this is just him trying to manage with the sudden changes the best he can in that moment.

If Donnie really was an uncaring asshole (as some may be inclined to believe given his apparent lack of empathy), he simply would have resumed their original plans, or been more vocally resistant to going after Raph. Instead, he joins his brothers in their search, and although he may not provide the best input for finding Raph because of his coping method (his brain is in "day off" mode which is why he keeps missing clues about Raph), he is still making an effort.

In a way, the episode which I thought portrayed a slightly out-of-character version of Donnie actually provides yet another example of how Donnie really loves his brothers, despite how it may seem on the surface.

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(Actually, depending on the way you interpret his character, the same can be said for Mikey in this episode as well. Mikey is always a bit of a goofball in the show but in this episode, it is dialed up to 11. He also doesn't seem to much care or effort into finding Raph and acts like a child who managed to snag one of their parents' energy drinks. If we consider that maybe he is also struggling to adapt to the changes of the day, this could be him adopting a similar coping method to Donnie, it is just amplified because of his hyperactive behavior and personality.)