#a conjouring of light

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I've made radfem centric pride flags everyone! Some are radfem only and some are for more than just rf's but will likely be used by mainly rf's.

Here's my favourite one I've made today:

Optimistic communist/socialist radical feminist flag. This flag is for any radfem post-capitalist (e.g socialist, syndicalist, communist etc) who has faith in a brighter future for women and the working class. Someone who believes the total destruction of the patriarchy is possible, and who believes the destruction of capitalism is likely/guaranteed.

The blue stripe is for disabled people and solidarity with same (particularly disabled women/female people). The colour blue represents wisdom, health, and medical affairs.

The purple stripe is small because it's a transitional shade for visual appeal. It stands for homosexual/same-sex attracted females.

The pink represents women, and is a striking/distinct colour to represent the distinctness of radical feminism from mainstream feminism. It also is one of the colours of the sunset and shows that women's possibilities are as high as the sky.

The yellow background is mainly for visual appeal, however it also represents the happiness and energizement of optimistic radical feminists. It also represents wealth and the redistribution of resources.

The sun itself represents clarity, paths to progress, "light at the end of the tunnel" and optimism in general. The sun also represents life and vitality. The "childishness" of the sun's corona represents safety for children.

The reddish-gold is goldish because of the sun shining on it. The reddishness represents anti-capitalism, and the struggle/will of the proletariat.

The golden-brown stripe is thin for visual appeal. It represents land/earth/soil and is a symbol of anti-imperialism, landback, and solidarity with the people (especially women) who live on colonized or ex-colonized land.

The brown stripe represents women of colour, especially black and brown women of colour. It is at the bottom because women of colour are at the foundation of radical feminism.

The hammer and sickle represents socialism/communism, and the female fist represents the undying thirst for liberation by female people. It's a widely accepted feminist symbol.

This one is the optimistic radical feminist flag. The red stripe still means anti-capitalism but this flag may be more suitable for optimistic radical feminists who are optimistic about culture change and significant destruction of patriarchy but not necessarily a total socialist revolution.

Here's the standard radfem flag I made. Brown means WOC, blue is disabled women, pink is women/distinctness from mainstream feminism, and red means anti-capitalism.

The land stripe and the homosexual female stripe unfortunately looked ugly on this flag and in terms of aesthetics this flag is mid. I think the meaning is powerful but I don't want to make it uglier 😭

Optimists, pessimists, neutrals and really any form of radfem may enjoy this flag.

This is the socialist/communist radfem flag, essentially a radfem who has more emphasis on post-capitalism. Neo-marxfem radfems may enjoy this flag.

This is another version of the above but it's a lil ugly 💀

Ok onto some sexuality flags! These are all febfem (female exclusive bisexual female) flags because I'm febfem and I wanted to focus on these. I'll def make more SSA and gnc women flags but I got tired today.

Standard febfem flag (made my own bc the ones online are strangely low quality).

I personally don't know what the individual stripes mean but it conjours thoughts of both the bisexual and lesbian flags because febfems are ofc, bisexual women. But also strongly decenter men like lesbians do. Being febfem is a distinct experience, thus the distinct colour pallette.

This is an asexual febfem flag! So female exclusive biromantic females who are on the asexual spectrum may enjoy this flag.

This is an aromantic febfem flag, so for febfems who are on the aromantic spectrum.

This is specifically a demisexual febfem flag.

This is specifically a demiromantic febfem flag.

Enjoy!

[kyezone]

﹐﹕dream a little dream of me

pairings — gojo satoru x getou suguru, jujutsu kaisen

synopsis — satoru finds himself in a dream he doesn't want to wake up from. not when the figure of his nightmares is bathed in such warmth.

author's note — hello! first work and it's satosugu angst; i couldn't think of anything more fitting LOL i'm still trying to get a hang of how this app works, but i hope you like it <3

— © kyezone ‘24 ﹕ do not steal, copy, repost.

It's bright. The sun is seeping through the blinds and it somehow manages to shine through Satoru's blindfold. Satoru isn't exactly fond of the sun and it's unwelcome presence so he (begrudgingly) gets up from his spot on the couch the fix the blinds.

"Let some light in, geez. What are you? A vampire?"

Satoru stops, freezes on the spot. He knows that voice. How could he not? It's the same voice that torments his every waking day, the same one he knows like the back of his hand. He swallows thickly.

Gojo Satoru was a lot of things, depending on who you were asking. Yet, none of them would say he was a coward. But Satoru knew it in himself he was one. Even if he'd never admit it, it was obvious in the way he was in this very moment. In this very moment, Gojo Satoru was scared.

With every piece of courage he could muster, Satoru lowered his blindfold, and with a shaky breath, turned around. And there he was.

Ugly bangs, stupid smile, purple eyes. Satoru remembers every detail even if he's tried so desperately for years to forget them. Satotu knows he's dreaming - why else would the Geto Suguru be here if it wasn't? - but there's something different.

Suguru looks ... happier. He isn't consumed by darkness, the heavy bags under his eyes aren't there, he isn't as pale as Satoru remembers. He looks .. warm. Suguru looks like life has been breathed back into him.

"Suguru?" The name slips off his tongue like a prayer, a plea. He sounds stupid, Satoru is aware of his dumbfounded tone and he curses himself when Suguru's laugh rings in his ears. He hasn't heard it in so long, he's almost forgotten how it sounds.

"Was your nap so enjoyable that you don't recognize me?" Suguru teases and his tone makes Satoru blink. This feels so real too real, so much so that he feels like the universe is playing a sick trick on him. Satoru takes a hesitant step forward. "Is ... is it really you?" Another dumb question; even if it's a dream, it's obvious it's Suguru.

Satoru can't make out the expression Suguru makes. He knows Suguru, arguably even better than himself. But the face he made ... Satoru can't quite put his finger on it. "It is," Suguru confirms after some time. Those words, those two simple words, hold so much weight and that's all it takes for Satoru to lunge forward.

Usually when he does this in his dreams, he'd wake up, or worse, Suguru would vanish into thin air. But that doesn't happen this time. This time, Satoru is able to latch onto Suguru, feel the warmth of his body, smell the familiar scent of petrichor and cigarettes. His fingers grip mercilessly into the fabric of Suguru's shirt, unable to comprehend this unrealistic fantasy.

Satoru can feel Suguru's hand thread into his hair, calloused fingers brushing against his scalp. He shivers at the touch, familiar and sweet. Satoru lets himself be craddled, lets his guard down, lets himself be vulnerable again in the presence of this image he's conjoured up. "I miss you," He says it so pathetically that it makes even Satoru flinch.

"I know," comes Suguru's reply. He knows. Suguru knows. But he doesn't. Suguru doesn't understand why and how the Gojo Satoru can miss him, not to this extent. He doesn't know about those sleepless nights where the guilt eats at him endlessly and the bed feels too cold, doesn't know about the worn-out shoe box under Satoru's bed that holds memories of their first and last spring together, doesn't know about the way Satoru's heart aches painfully at the mere mention of Suguru's name.

Satoru feels gis eyes grow damp and it's only then does he realize he's crying. He's crying. In front of Suguru. Satoru tries to stop the waterworks but the emotions he's tried so hard to bottle up overwhelm him like a wave, washing over him and consuming him whole. He cries, lets himself feel the hurt for the first time in years.

"Come back," It's a demand, a desperate one, Satoru's voice is hoarse and it cracks slightly as he speaks. Suguru only offers him a smile, one that Satoru knew all too well.

"You know I can't," It's the truth. It's impossible. But reality has never been kind and it definitely hasn't been to Satoru. He sobs brokenly into Suguru's shirt.

"Can you stay with me, please?" Satoru had never been one to beg, let alone say please. But that's what he does, sounding like a child as he does so. "Just for now?"

Suguru chuckles, the sound of it makes Satoru's heart hurt. "Sure," He says with all the fondness in the world. "But you gotta remember to wake up after," The reminder feels mean, as if he isn't aware already that he was dreaming. But he's too weak to do anything so he just nods.

They stay like that, comfortable in each other's arms. The sun is still oozing into the room but Satoru doesn't realize it, too busy basking in the warmth Suguru gives him.

— 𐙚

"Should we wake him up?"

Megumi takes a peak at Satoru's sleeping form, his blindfold damp with tears and hands shaking slightly, but he's breathing steadily through his nose and he oddly looks ... satisfied.

Megumi takes Yuuji by the collar, dragging him away from where he was practically hovering over their teacher. "No," He says flatly.

"I haven't seen him that peaceful in a while."

[ashtxeman]

I wholeheartedly believe that this entire story was actually a fabricated lie.

I'm sure I'm not the only thinks this too! Personally, I think there is a far deeper story to Hidgens and the workin' boys that he's keeping to himself, and that perhaps his actions in the short film were actually a reflection of the actual story hidden in his past. Him wielding the axe and gun, as well as him killing the workin' girls, are in fact reflections of actions commited against the original workin' boys. I think Hidgens killed them, but he didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident which does add some truth to his story about the lightning.. that the death of the workin' boys wasn't planned. My theory is that a Lord in Black was behind it, mostly due to the appearance of the workin' boys ghosts.

As other people have pointed out, they're shrouded in blue lighting and share a similar appearance to Max Jagerman, who was also a ghost due to forces related to the Lords in Black. The boys ghosts could just be hallucinations conjoured up by Hidgens to justify his later actions, but just as much as that could be the case they could also be visions conjoured up by a Lord in Black, either Pokey or Blinky, in my opinion. Pokey due to the blue-theming and, of course, Hidgens love for musical theatre which he similarly shares, or Blinky due to his previously seen ability to turn people on each other and encourage violent tendencies, like what was done to Bill and Alice in Watcher World. Pokey could have utilised Hidgens passion for musical theare and equal desire for fame to manipulate him, promising just that and eventually turning him on his own six boyfriends as a price, leaving them dead and leaving him alone with none of what he sought after. Equally so, Blinky, loverboy that he is, could have gotten envious of Hidgens workin' boys harem and turned Hidgens on them, leaving him with nobody. Quite similar situations for both Lords really, they might even have shared custody of him.. ragging some insane old man back and forth between themselves, you know? Either way, Hidgens was influenced to kill the workin' boys, and the subsequent realisation of what he'd done was what sent him down a spiral of isolation and instability. Or his lightning story is actual true, in that case RIP and terrible luck on his end.

[oliviaischillin1204]

Tickle Fight!

[olivia's note: hi gang!!! apologies for this story taking so long to go up, but this is a submission from anne onymous in honor of patton's most recent birthday! anne, you're amazing!]

Roman and Patton had many things in common but one of their favourites was their love for tickling. Roman enjoyed coming up with new methods, teases and games, as well as pushing his endurance and testing his strength while Patton loved making others laugh and playing with his friends. It was the perfect activity for both of them. Which is why Roman wanted to do something fun with Patton today, practically skipping down the hall to his door before knocking rhythmically. "Oh Pattoooon!" Roman called out in a sing-song voice, grinning as the moral Side opened the door. "Hi Roman, what's up?" Patton greeted. "Follow me, Padre. I have a fun surprise planned for us." Roman said extending his hand out to his friend. "Yay! I love surprises!" Patton exclaimed before holding the prince's hand and following Roman to his room. As Roman closed and locked the door behind them, Patton took in his surroundings. Roman's room had a tendency to shapeshift into many things, usually forests and other fantastical layouts but this truly stood out from past creations. It appeared he and Roman had walked into some kind of wrestling ring and the walls outside of it appeared to be covered in soundproof padding. 

"Conjoured up this room especially for us so we could have a little playtime. Wanna have a tickle fight?" Roman asked as if he needed an answer, Patton was already bouncing with giddiness at the revelation of what they were doing. "I'd love to! What are the rules?" Patton squealed in excitement. Roman paused. He didn't think this through, he'd better come up with something on the spot. "After a countdown from three, we're free to tickle each other until someone taps out or yells the safeword. You can call for a time-out or break at any time, and I did a little trick with the door so the amount of time that passes in here doesn't pass out there, so we won't be interrupted." Roman said. "Sounds fun! What's the safeword?" Patton asked. "I thought I'd let you do the honours." Roman replied. Patton took a few minutes to think of a word they could both easily remember before ultimately settling on "Thomas". To make things easier, Roman decided to change into something that would make his tickle spots more accessible. He chose a white tank top with some red shorts and removed his socks. Patton went with something similar, a light blue tank top and grey shorts with no socks. After some debate, he allowed Roman to take his glasses and put them somewhere safe so they wouldn't get broken during their game. "Alright, three...two...one...go!" Roman exclaimed. 

The two circled the ring, not breaking eye contact as each Side waited for the other to strike. Finally, Roman hug-tackled Patton from behind, bringing them both to the floor and scribbled at his tummy. "Cootchie cootchie coo, cutie-pie!" Roman teased as Patton giggled and squirmed in his embrace. "Rohohohoman, you're cheheheheating! Hahahahaha!" Patton protested. "Me?! Cheat?! How dare you insult my honour like that! Accusing me of such a thing, what could possibly lead you to believe something like that?" Roman queried in a mock-insulted tone. "You're beheheheing too teheheheasy!" Patton giggled. "Last I checked, teasing isn't against the rules." Roman remarked. Patton took advantage of Roman's lack of focus and flipped them over, now straddling Roman's hips and scratching at his armpits. "So I can do THIS?! Tickle tickle tickle, my little white knight! Who's a ticklish little princey? Ah kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy coo!" Patton cooed. "HAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHOHO WOHOHORST SPOHOHOTS FIHIHIRST!!! THAHAHAHAT'S NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAHAIR!!!" Roman bellowed as his arms came crashing down to protect his pits. "Well, how can I move? My hands are stuck." Patton taunted. "THAHAHAT'S IT!!!" Roman yelled, grabbing Patton's hands and pinning them down to the floor, right above his head. Smirking down at the moral Side, he started tasing his hips one at a time, making Patton wiggle like a worm. 

"NAHAHAHAHA!!! ROHOHOHOMAN, I'M SOHOHOHORRY!!!" Patton cackled. "A simple "sorry" won't cut it, Specs. That's twice you've insulted my honour, I think a certain Side needs to be taught some manners." Roman said, making Patton blush. If there was one thing that flustered him more than tickles, it was tickles mixed with the idea he'd been naughty. "IHIHI'M A NIHIHICE PEHEHERSOHOHON!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!" Patton guffawed. "Tsk tsk, I don't think so, Patton. I think you've been a very naughty little Side and need a tickly time out." Roman taunted. "I AHAHAM GOHOHOHOOD, I SWEHEHEHEAR!!!" Patton bellowed. "And now you're swearing? Jiminy Cricket, the audacity–oh, you mean swear as in promise. Ok, Patton, pop quiz. What are the magic words?" Roman queried, taking it down a notch so Patton could talk easier. "Plehehease and thahahank you!" Patton answered through his chuckles. "That's right! And is there perhaps a bonus third option you'd like to share?" Roman asked. "Yohohou're wehehelcohohome!" Patton giggled. "Well done! Such a good little Side you are! And speaking of sides..." Roman trailed off before squeezing Patton's sides, causing him to squeal and kick. Thankfully, with both of Roman's hands tickling his sides, Patton's hands were free to tickle the prince back at the same spot. The two rolled around on the floor as they each fought for the upper hand. 

"You cahahahan't dohoho this fohohoreveheher!" Roman sassed through his laughter. "Dohohon't need tohohoho! I juhuhust gotta wahahait untihihil you're tihihihired!" Patton chuckled. Although the truth was, he was getting tired, but he wasn't gonna give up that easily. In a desperate attempt to win, he managed to rip off Roman's tank top and started poking all over his upper body. Just as he hoped, Roman's arms retracted and resorted to trying to cover himself. "Pahahahatton, nohoho plahahaying dihihihirty! Hahahahaha!" Roman squealed. Patton laughed along with his creative companion, completely unaware of what was coming. If Patton thought he could play dirty with Roman to defeat him, he clearly has no idea what having Remus for a brother is like. Trying his hardest to concentrate, Roman quickly lifted Patton's shirt and blew a raspberry on his stomach, catching Patton off guard and causing him to come tumbling down as he squealed in surprise. This gave Roman a chance to straddle him and pin his wrists with one hand while the other slowly slid Patton's tank top off, the moral Side squirming and trembling as he did so. "Did you really think a little stunt like that would go unpunished?" Roman queried. "My bad?" Patton said, at a loss for words but not wanting to seem like he was ignoring Roman. "Things are certainly about to get bad for you." Roman remarked before blowing another raspberry on Patton's belly.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! OH JEHEHEHEHEEZ!" Patton cackled. "Aww, does little Patty-cakes like the raspberries on his tummy-wummy? Does he want more belly raspberries? Ooh, or should I say "raspbellies"?" Roman taunted, smirking at his own wordplay. "Yehehehes, he dohohohoes!" Patton giggled. Unsure which part he was saying "yes" to, Roman simply kept going. As much as Patton loved raspberries on one of his favourite tickle spots, this tickle fight was becoming very one-sided. Time to get payback. Next time Roman got back up for air, Patton blew a raspberry into the first tickle spot his mouth could reach: his ribs. Roman came toppling down with laughter at the surprise contact and accepted the rightful revenge as Patton covered his ribs top to bottom in a mixture of little and long raspberries. It was pretty fun, until he needed air. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! TIHIMEOHOHOHOUT!" Roman bellowed. Patton stopped immediately. "You ok?" Patton asked. "Yeah...just need a breather. I'll be good to go...in a few minutes." Roman panted. The two rested on the floor and stared up at the ceiling as they took a well-needed break. Roman even transfigured the ceiling into a summery sky so they could cloudgaze as they relaxed. It was calm and peaceful. For now. 

Unbeknownst to each of the two, both Sides had the same plan. As soon as the other was looking a little too relaxed, time to go for the feet. Patton let out a sigh when Roman decided to strike. He was practically lying next to him, upside down from Roman's perspective, making it easy to grab his ankles and go to town. "Hehehehehey! I wahahas gonna tihihickle yohohohou!" Patton whined through his giggles. "Well, what's stopping you?" Roman asked. At these words, Patton grabbed Roman's feet and scribbled up the soles. "Hahahahaha! Nohohow ihihit's a reheheal tickle fihihight!" Roman chuckled. The prince and the father figure laughed as they continued their tickly torment until Patton gave in and let go of Roman's ankles when Roman went for his toes. It wasn't his worst spot, but it was a close second. Through his hyper giggles, he swore he could hear Roman doing "This Little Piggy" much to his excitement. It was one of his favourite tickle games, right up there with "Round The Garden" and "Arms Up". But as Roman's hands went "wee wee wee all the way home", Patton found himself grabbing his hands as they got a little too close to his thighs. Roman was alarmed by Patton's tight grip on his wrists. It didn't hurt or anything, but it was a very firm grasp. He looked up and noticed Patton's face looked...scared? 

"I...I don't like having my thighs touched. I didn't have something bad happen to me or anything, it's nothing like that! I just really don't like anyone touching me there. It makes me uncomfortable. Could you not tickle me there? Please?" Patton explained. Filling with guilt at this revelation, Roman moved his hands away. "I'm sorry, Patton. Guess we should've discussed boundaries before we started any of this. Is there anywhere else I should avoid?" Roman inquired. Patton bit his lip and sat up as he thought to himself. "No, it's just my thighs. What about you?" Patton asked. Roman thought for a minute and was about to say that he couldn't think of any uncomfortable spots until he remembered something. "Even though it still makes me laugh, I hate having my bellybutton tickled, it hurts." Roman admitted. "Good to know. I'll stay away from there from now on. No more games of "Round The Garden" for you." Patton promised. "Speaking of which..." Roman said before tackling Patton down and straddling his hips, tracing around his bellybutton with his finger. "Round and round the garden, goes the teddy bear..." Roman sang, smirking at Patton who was squirming and giggling in anticipation. "One step, two steps..." Roman continued as he walked his fingers closer. "I tickle you under there!" Roman exclaimed, gently wiggling his finger in the navel.

"Hahahahahahaha! It's sohohoho tihihickly! Hahahahaha!" Patton squealed. "I should certainly hope so, that's the point...er." Roman remarked, pulling his finger out. "Get it? Because I'm using my pointer finger?" Roman added, wiggling the finger for emphasis. Patton giggled at the wordplay before bursting into hearty laughter again as Roman continued to drive him mad with just one digit. "Hahahahaha! Rohohohoman, stohohohohop!" Patton squeaked. As soon as he heard "stop", Roman removed his finger again. "Everything alright?" Roman inquired. "Yeah. But can we take another break please?" Patton asked. "Sure. And this time, no more sneaky tricks." Roman said. "Deal." Patton agreed. The two once again looked up at the makeshift sky as they settled from the excitement of their little game. They managed to spot the shapes of a dragon, a unicorn, a heart, an alligator, a heffalump and crashing waves in the clouds before Roman spoke up. "Wanna make things a little more fun?" Roman asked. "How?" Patton inquired. With a click of his fingers, Roman showed him exactly what he meant. In front of them was two hairbrushes, a bottle of baby oil, two electric toothbrushes, a pile of all kinds of feathers in different sizes and colours, and two featherdusters. 

"Ooh, are you sure, Roman?" Patton asked. Of course he was excited, but he was also feeling nervous at the sight of all those tickle tools. "Sure, why not? And you still remember the safeword, right?" Roman checked. Patton nodded. He debated in his head if he truly wanted this or not. It could be pretty intense, but maybe he'll enjoy it. "I guess we can try it. And we can stop at any time, right?" Patton checked. "Of course we can. Don't worry, it'll be fun. I promise." Roman reassured. "Ok then. But maybe we should take turns to do this." Patton suggested. "Yeah, I suppose if we did it at the same time like before, we might break something. So who's going first?" Roman queried. "Well, it was your idea." Patton pointed out. "So am I first at the tickling or being tickled?" Roman asked. Patton didn't answer. This wasn't as easy as they thought it would be. "I know, we'll "Rock Paper Scissors" for it. Whoever loses gets tickled and the winner is the tickler." Patton said. "Sounds fair to me." Roman agreed. They decided to do best of three. Round 1: Roman won. Round 2: Patton won. Round 3: Tie. Bonus round: Roman won. "Huzzah! Looks like it's tickle time for you, dear Patton." Roman teased. Patton looked away sheepishly and laid down, nervous giggles threatening to escape his anxious grin. 

"So, how do we know when it's the other person's turn?" Patton asked. "I guess when the person being tickled says "Thomas" or something like "stop" I suppose." Roman replied, observing the tools and wondering which one to use first. He thought a warm up would be best since he didn't want to actually torture Patton, it was just a game after all. "Let's start off easy, build our way up." Roman said, plucking a long red feather from the assortment of tools. Patton nodded in agreement, relaxed slightly knowing they were being gentle first. His sigh of relief was interrupted by light giggles when he felt Roman flutter the feather around his ears and under his chin. "Does this tickle?" Roman cooed. Patton nodded, afraid that talking would make his giggles stop. "How adorable." Roman gushed, focusing the feather around Patton's neck. It was definitely ticklish, but not as ticklish as Patton hoped. He couldn't help but let out a whine when Roman stopped. "It's ok, I'm not finished yet." Roman assured. He straddled Patton's calves and pulled back his toes, flickering the feather under the digits. No longer just tittering from the tickles, unstoppable giggles erupted uncontrollably from Patton as his toes were attacked.

"Hahahahaha! Ihihit tihihickles!" Patton squealed. "Aww, does Patton like the tickly-tickles on his tootsies?" Roman teased. "Yehehehes, I lohohohove ihihit! Keep gohohohoing!" Patton giggled. How could Roman say no to that? As he explored the ticklishness of Patton's toes, he found some interesting reactions. It seemed his big toe was the least ticklish although still very sensitive, his pinky toe made him jump and sawing the feather between the wiggly digits made his laugh go squeaky to the point Roman fell off Patton's legs with laughter. "Oh my gohohod, you sounded like a bahahaby!" Roman laughed. "I sounded like a cute baby!" Patton said matter-of-factly. Roman rolled his eyes at his friend's unintentional sass. "So, wanna keep going?" Roman asked. "Hmm, nah, I think it's my turn now." Patton decided. Roman put the feather back and laid down expectantly. Patton decided to follow Roman's example and grabbed two fluffy blue feathers and a featherduster for later. "Ok kiddo, arms up!" Patton instructed. Roman's eyes lit up and he immediately obeyed. This was his favourite tickle game, he loved a challenge. Patton straddled his hips and began circling the feathers around the pits, expecting some giggles but got steady laughter instead. 

"Hahahahahaha! Oh my gohohohohod! Hahahahaha!" Roman chuckled. "Wow, your pits really are a bad spot, huh?" Patton commented. Roman couldn't even respond, too focused on keeping his twitching arms up. Patton could see he was struggling and moved the feathers down to his sides, calming the laughter down to hyper giggles. He occasionally flickered a feather over Roman's tummy, eliciting squeaks and kicks each time he did so. As he kept doing this, he did his best to avoid Roman's bellybutton. He was slightly tempted to give it a cheeky tickle but Roman had told him to avoid it. Little did he know, that's exactly what Roman wanted. He regretted the way he told Patton to avoid that spot, not explaining that he'd be ok with soft tickles there since that won't hurt. Dismissing the rules, Roman got a hold of Patton's hands and moved them over his bellybutton before raising his arms up again. "Go ahead, I know you want to." Roman encouraged. "I can't, I shouldn't, you said it hurts." Patton argued. "With a finger, it hurts. I doubt a feather is gonna give me any pain." Roman remarked. Patton took a moment to consider this. Well, he was giving his permission and could tell him to stop when he needs to. "Ummm...well...ok. If you're sure." Patton agreed hesitantly. "Perhaps you would feel more confident if you were to sing a little song?" Roman suggested. Patton instantly perked up at this suggestion and grabbed both feathers with one hand, circling them around the navel. 

"Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear." Patton sang, delighted by Roman's anticipatory giggles. "One step, two step, a tickly under there!" Patton exclaimed as he wiggled the feathers in Roman's bellybutton, causing Roman throw his head back in laughter, kicking and squirming. "Hahahahahahaha! Thihihis feels wahahahay behehehetter!" Roman cackled. His arms threatened to come down but he made the smart decision to interlock his fingers so they couldn't get past his head. "Good to know I can still play this with you, I just gotta remember to use feathers." Patton remarked. After about a minute, Roman's arms finally gave in and shot down to protect his navel. "How was that?" Patton inquired. "Fun." Roman answered. Noticing Roman didn't make any move to take his next turn at tickler, Patton guessed that in this riled up state, Roman wanted more. "Something I noticed during all that kicking earlier, when was the last time you remembered to dust your feet?" Patton asked as he picked up the featherduster and waved it around, causing Roman to squirm. "I-I'm pretty sure people d-don't typically do that." Roman stammered. "Au contraire, mon frere. It's very important to make sure every part of you is nice and clean." Patton said, fluttering the featherduster across his feet. 

"Hahahahahaha! It tihihickles sohohoho much!" Roman laughed. "It tickles? Roman, try to take this seriously. Your feet are very dusty and I'm just trying to clean them. But since you'd rather play games than take care of your hygiene..." Patton said, moving the tickle tool away. Against his better judgement, Roman looked at Patton to see what he was planning next. "Looks like someone needs some ticklies on his toesies!" Patton teased, waving the featherduster directly over Roman's wiggly toes. "Hahahahahaha! Pahahattohohon, nohohohot the tohohohoes!" Roman squeaked. "Had enough?" Patton asked but Roman's headshake was enough to tell him that was just a general statement, not actual pleading. "Good, because this is very important. Lots of dirt can get stuck around your toes if you don't dust them regularly." Patton taunted. "Nohohoho one duhuhuhusts their tohohohohoes, you neheheheat freheheheak!" Roman cackled. "Well, that wasn't very nice. Here I am trying to help you and you insult me? Uh-oh Roman, looks like you got some dust behind your ears. I'll get it!" Patton teased, fluttering the feathers over his ears. "Ahahahahaha! Pahahattohohon, stohohohohop ihihit!" Roman squealed. Patton listened and put the tools back. 

"You good?" Patton asked. "Yeah. It just really tickled, but in a weird way. It was so ticklish, but instead of laughing hard, I just couldn't stop giggling." Roman explained. "Yeah, that can happen sometimes. Well, my turn for tickles now." Patton said, laying across Roman's lap. Roman smiled down at his cooperative companion. He reached for the baby oil and popped off the lid, pouring the liquid onto Patton's belly but was alarmed when he heard him wince and felt him shiver. "Sorry. It's a little cold." Patton explained. Roman simply nodded in understanding and put the bottle aside. He began using his fingers to help spread the oil around but even just this motion caused Patton to giggle and squirm. Roman couldn't help but skitter his fingers across Patton's ribs and tummy to test the waters. The loud squeal mixed with his kicks and batting at his hands was all the proof Roman needed that this was gonna be great. Deciding not to keep his friend waiting, Roman grabbed one of the electric toothbrushes and turned it on. Patton perked up when he heard buzzing and couldn't help but stare at the "weapon" in Roman's hand, mostly to avoid Roman's cocky smirk and mischievous gaze. "Tickle tickle, little tummy-tum." Roman teased, swirling the brush round and round all over Patton's belly. 

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! ROHOHOHOMAN! HAHAHAHAHA!" Patton bellowed. "I'm right here, Patton. Why are you yelling?" Roman teased. Patton didn't bother responding and continued to laugh. "Say, Patton? Do you know how many ribs a person has?" Roman queried. "IHIHIHI DOHOHOHON'T KNOHOHOHOW!" Patton hollered. "Ah yes, that's right. Knowledge is Logan's department. Oh well, guess we'll have to find out ourselves." Roman remarked as he grabbed the other toothbrush and switched it on. He moved both brushes from Patton's tummy to his bottom ribs, making sure to tickle all the way up. "Let's count in twos, shall we? It'll probably save time. Two, four, si–Patton, you're being very loud and your shaking is distracting, can you please stop?" Roman requested. "I CAHAHAHAN'T HEHEHEHELP IHIHIT! HAHAHAHAHA!" Patton shrieked. It was taking all of his strength to not push those tickly toothbrushes away. "Fine, I'll try to work around it. Eight, te–wait, was it eight or six? Great, now I have to start all over again." Roman said. It took three more times but they finally finished the game. However, Roman wasn't done yet. He put away the second toothbrush, grabbed the baby oil bottle and poured some into Patton's bellybutton. 

"R-Roman, w-what are you d-doing?" Patton stuttered, nervously squirming as the cold liquid filled his navel. Roman said nothing and dipped the brush into his bellybutton, causing Patton to scream with laughter and kick and buck with renewed strength. "Cootchie coo, little bellybutton." Roman teased, barely able to hear himself or the toothbrush over Patton's cackles. "NAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ROHOHOHOHO!!! STOHOHOHOHOP!!!" Patton begged. Roman tossed the toothbrush away and summoned a towel to wipe off the remaining baby oil. This proved to be a bit of a challenge when trying to get it out of Patton's tortured navel as he was so riled up, even that tickled him. Once Roman got it all off, he noticed Patton was taking longer than usual to catch his breath. "You ok, Patton?" Roman asked. Patton gave a weak thumbs up, still not quite ready to speak yet. Roman summoned a glass of water and handed it to Patton who gulped it down gratefully. "Thanks." Patton sighed, handing back the empty glass. "Hakuna Matata. You sure you're alright?" Roman checked. "Yeah, no worries. But I think I'm all tickled out for the day." Patton confessed. "Fine by me, just means we saved the best for last for our grand finale." Roman remarked. 

Patton giggled at the creative Side's boastful nature as he pat the ground to let Roman know to lie down again, which he gladly did. "Don't bother holding back, I want you to break me." Roman said. Patton flinched at the use of that term. "What do you mean?" Patton asked. "I wanna be laughing so much, I can't even focus on anything else. I wanna be tickled to the point all I can do is lie there and laugh and laugh, barely able to even speak." Roman rambled dreamily. He must've been wanting this for quite a while. No wonder he suggested all of this in the first place. "But if you can't talk, then how will I know when you're done? What if I go too far?" Patton inquired. "I'll just pound the ground with my hands when I've had enough if I can't say the safeword, I promise. Please, Patton. I really want this." Roman assured, flashing his best puppy-dog eyes. They're not as good as Patton's, but definitely just as effective. "Ok. If you're sure you really want this and it'll make you happy, I'll do this for you." Patton agreed. Roman almost knocked Patton down with the hug he gave him before lying back down. "After all, who better to go to for this than the tickle monster?" Patton purred. Roman's heart leapt at that. Patton just called himself the tickle monster, he's in for it. 

"Now, the tickle monster doesn't like his victims dirty, so let's get you cleaned up all nice for him." Patton monologued, grabbing the baby oil and Roman's ankles. "Let's start with these feet of yours. They do a lot of walking to so many places, who knows what they might've picked up." Patton continued as he spread the liquid across Roman's feet, massaging it in with his thumbs. This alone got Roman laughing already. "Ooh, someone's a giggly little guy, huh? And would you lookie here? Looks like you tried to dust your feet, silly billy. Everyone knows it's more thorough to brush." Patton taunted. Roman thought this meant he was gonna get the toothbrushes like he did but was instead horrified when he saw Patton pick up a hairbrush. "Time to get scrubbing!" Patton exclaimed, putting Roman's ankles in a headlock and raking the brush over the prince's feet. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY GOHOHOHOD! IT'S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!" Roman howled. "Scrub a dub dub, Prince Roman's not a grub!" Patton sang merrily. "THAHAHAT'S NOT EHEHEVEN THE WOHOHOHORDS! HAHAHAHAHA!" Roman bellowed. "Well you're not in a tub, mister, so that wouldn't work, now would it?" Patton asked sarcastically. He always got a little sassy when he's playing the tickle monster. 

"But these brushes won't be as good for those itty bitty toes of yours. There's so many teensy tiny nooks and crannies that you gotta use something smaller." Patton said, putting the hairbrush away and grabbing an electric toothbrush. This gave Roman a feeling of relief until he saw Patton squirt some baby oil onto the bristles. Uh-oh. "Here we go!" Patton cheered as the tool touched down on the ticklish toes, Roman's booming laughter bouncing off the walls. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! WHYHYHYHY?! HAHAHAHAHA!" Roman cackled. "This is the way we brush our toes, brush our toes, brush our toes. This is the way we brush our toes, so early in the morning." Patton sang. Roman's instincts wanted so badly to push Patton away but his mind and heart didn't want the tickles to stop. He had to occupy his hands somehow to avoid fighting back and found himself...clapping? Well, that's one way of dealing with it and Patton even treated it like applause. "Aww, do you like it when the tickle monster sings to you? Do you want more?" Patton teased. Roman didn't know how to respond to that. It was barely a proper tease, yet he still felt quite flustered. "Lucky for you, the tickle monster loves to sing to pretty little princes like you." Patton gushed, putting the toothbrush down and grabbing a toe. 

"This little princey went to market..." Patton began, snickering to himself when Roman let out a very embarrassed squeak at the lyric change. "This little princey stayed home in his castle..." Patton continued. "Pahahahatton, quit ihihit!" Roman giggled. "Who's Patton? I'm the tickle monster, and the tickle monster finds it very rude that you interrupted him. But since he's feeling generous today, he'll let you off with a warning. But any more rude behaviour, and you're in trouble. Now, where was I?" Patton said, picking up where he left off. "This little princey had roast beef, and this little princey had none." Patton sang. He picked up the toothbrush and turned it back on. "No no no no no!" Roman squealed. Patton paused for a moment to give Roman a chance to call for a break or safeword if he needed to, but he remained quiet, looking quite bashful. This was enough to let Patton know he can keep going. "And this little princey went wee wee wee all the way home!" Patton finished, scrubbing the oily electric toothbrush across and in between his toes and all over the sensitive sole. "HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE!" Roman guffawed. "Please what? Please...get your other foot too? Don't worry, I wasn't gonna let it feel left out." Patton teased. After about five minutes (which felt like five hours to Roman), Patton deemed Roman's feet evenly and thoroughly tickled. Now for the torso.

"I hope you like your nursery rhymes, Your Highness. Because I've picked out this one just for you." Patton cooed, grabbing the baby oil and pouring it on Roman's ribs, across his belly and down to his hips. He tried his best to hold back snickers at Roman's puppy-like whines as he rubbed in the oil. He'd better hurry up and get singing before he's too busy snickering to do so. He raised his hands in the air and made claw-like motions before dropping down to Roman's ribcage. "The itsy-bitsy spider climbed up to Roman's ribs!" Patton sang. "OHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Roman shrieked. "Down his tummy he came to tickle Roman's hips!" Patton continued but cut himself off with a squeal when squeezing Roman's hips caused the creative Side to snort with laughter. "Awwww, that's so cute! I didn't know you snort-laughed!" Patton gushed, breaking his tough tickle monster facade. Roman hid his face in his hands, ashamed of the noise he made. "Please just get it over with." Roman mumbled. "Ok, ok. I'll keep serenading you, my sensitive sweetie." Patton said. He raised his hands again but this time he kept them in the air as he continued his song. "Away he went from Roman so his breath he could regain!" Patton sung, smirking down at how Roman kept squirming at the sight of his wiggly fingers. Time to put him out of his misery.

"Then the itsy-bitsy spider tickled Roman again!" Patton finished as he poked, tasered, and squeezed every tickle spot he could think of. Finally Roman's fight-or-flight instincts gave in and he grabbed Patton's wrists. He never pushed them away, he just grabbed them and kept them from moving. "Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty little prince, grabbing my claws like that. The tickle monster's gonna have to punish you for that." Patton taunted, pulling his hands out of Roman's grasp. Roman wasn't sure what Patton's threat was implying, but he was excited regardless. As Patton looked around for inspiration, he remembered where Roman put them. In a wrestling ring with four posts on each corner. "Hey Roman, I wanna try something. Would you mind if I made sure your arms stayed up like a game of "Arms Up"?" Patton whispered. Roman wasn't sure if a headshake or a nod was the appropriate response for approval so he settled for a wink. "Cool! Follow me!" Patton instructed. Roman picked himself off the floor and followed Patton to a corner of the ring. He was encouraged to lie down again and raise his arms up, his hands going past the post. Patton summoned his bathrobe and removed the belt, tossing the garment aside. He carefully tied Roman's wrists together, making sure it wasn't too tight and even checked with Roman to make sure it was secure but not painful. Time for the real fun to begin.

Patton grabbed the baby oil but instead of undoing the lid, he completely unscrewed the cap and began dipping his fingers in the bottle. "Patton, what are you doing?" Roman asked nervously. "There's no Patton here, Your Ticklishness. Only the tickle monster!" Patton exclaimed before scribbling into Roman's unprotected underarms. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH GOHOHOHOD!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!" Roman roared. His arms desperately attempted to come down and cover the exposed hollows, but it was no use. "My oh my, how the Roman empire has fallen." Patton joked. After that warm-up, he decided to pick up the baby oil again and practically drowned Roman's pits in it before he grabbed the electric toothbrushes and went for the kill. "AHAHAHAHAHA!!! PAHAHAHAHAT!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Roman screamed. "Aww, can the big strong prince not handle the ticklies in his pitsies? Can't the mighty Prince Roman survive the tickle monster's trap?" Patton teased, swirling the buzzing brushes around the oily underarms. "I CAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT AHAHANYMOHOHORE!!! THOHOHOMAHAHA–!!!" Roman screeched before his laughter went silent. Patton threw the toothbrushes behind him, quickly untied Roman's wrists and grabbed the towel from earlier to dry off the baby oil, gently dabbing to avoid feeling tickly. 

As soon as every last drop was gone, Patton summoned a glass of water for Roman which he chugged like his life depended on it. "Thank you." Roman wheezed. "Did I go too far?" Patton checked. Roman shook his head and gave Patton a reassuring hug. "You did perfectly." Roman complimented. Patton beamed and snuggled up to the sweet prince. Roman summoned Patton's glasses back, and placed them on his smiling face. "Thank you. Good thing I didn't wear them, they definitely would've gotten broken." Patton thanked as he readjusted his glasses. Roman nodded in acknowledgement and the room began to shapeshift once again, the ring and walls disappearing as the room changed into a beautiful garden scene. Roman summoned a comfy hammock for them to rest in. "This was a good idea, Roman. It was fun." Patton praised. "Glad you had a good time." Roman said as he playfully ruffled up the father figure's hair. "Can we do it again sometime?" Patton asked. "Anytime you want." Roman assured, his eyes drooping as he struggled to focus. The two cuddled close as they decided to nap away the afternoon together to recover all that energy they lost from their fun. 

The End.

[kyzveryown]

OBSERVATIONS: KH MISSING LINK BETA# II

Guess what's finally back? Well, the title above gives it away. I know I'm late but it is what it is. It feels good to be writing these posts again. Below are a few quick notes and observations I wrote down as I was watching the few cutscenes that are in the beta.

— Could Ephemer be speaking to the Player in the Heart Station? — The Founders personally deal with Drifters? Hmm. I'm very interested in the Founders. I think they're hiding something and these "drifters" are somehow related to whatever it is. — The Keyblade societies actively dispatch guardians to the patrol astral plane to prevent Heartless from invading Scala. Again, given my suspicion about the founders hiding something, I wonder if something else is there? — Also, there are two (likely opposing) factions and bloodline-based classism? Sort of like a "Haves and Have-Nots" situation? Hmm. — Dive station seems is a hub for world traversal via corridors? Similar to Game Central Station? There was a portal beneath that giant hollow before the Player goes on their first mission. Maybe that's what's supposed to be? Would be more interesting if it was like Game Central Station. — Residents use rifts (corridors) to travel instead of tram/lift. — Dark corridors referred to as distortions? — There are no inhabitants in the astral plane, but Heartless reside/congregate there?? It's believed that the Heartless come to Scala to consume hearts because there are no living beings there. — Astral plane referred to as a world (realm) made up of mental energies. Could be a chaotic realm? Or it could be that, due to a possible link to the mind and/or memory, the realm can conjour up anything from a person's mind, heart, memory, or even imagination and make them a reality (or illusions)? Of course, this would only be possible within the astral plane - unless there's a way for these illusions to leave and escape into reality - hence the chaotic realm. — Speaking of that, I wonder if there's a way to harness mental energy from the astral plane and use it in combat/magic? Could explain how Sora does what he does in the KH4 trailer. Basically, using the energy from his mind, memory, and imagination to conjure up various constructs and strange powers? Actually, I wonder if that's what Yozora is doing during his battle with Sora in Re:Mind? Could explain why he's able to jack Sora's keyblade and use it. Hmm. — Could Quadratum be a manifestation of someone's wish/desire [for a world devoid of light and darkness] conjured up by the astral plane? If so, then who created it? Was it the Master of Masters? Or someone else? That could mean that Quadratum is in the astral plane (which would go in line with what Strelitzia was saying in the KH4 trailer). If that's the case, then Ansem (in spite of his stupid-ass explanation of what Quadratum is) might not have been too far off the mark. — Still suspicious about this version of Scala ad Caelum. I've written about this before but I think this Scala still exists in the present, and the one that was introduced in KH3/DR was a replica. If so, then this Scala has probably been cut off from the world for centuries for some reason (hence the whole "blank period" and being forgotten). If what I said above happens to be true, and this is assuming this "OG Scala" was destroyed, was it reconstructed in the astral plane similar to Quadratum? That'd mean it spawned from someone's mind, memory, or imagination (hopes, desire, or wishes). That again bears the question of who? Sigurd, perhaps? This could support my belief that Sigurd is the one standing next to the Master of Masters in the KH4 trailer — not Luxu.

And that's that. I might elaborate on some of these observations at some point. Not too much in terms of story in this beta (well, from what I've seen so far). I'm very curious about this game's story and lore. Definitely keeping up with it once the game is out next year (hopefully).

[chevvy-yates]

UNUSUAL OC ASSOCIATIONS

Tagged By @itzsassha, @wanderingaldecaldo and @imaginarycyberpunk2023. Thanks a lot! <3 Since I got tagged thrice, I can do all three, so I'll do my three boys ofc. (it's hard enough I nearly always leave Hizumi out all the time bc I got 4).

VIJAY

SEASONING: spiced paprika (hehe) WEATHER: sunny blue sky COLOUR: primary: turquoise, blue, purple, pink; secondary: yellow SKY: golden evening sun of Pacifica (Arki knows best) MAGIC POWER: mindcontrol HOUSE PLANT: phalaenopsis (common orchid) WEAPON: Malorian Arms 3516, cyberdeck with quickhacks SUBJECT: Marine Biology but also Computer topics SOCIAL MEDIA: cybergram MAKE-UP PRODUCT: some very light grey eye shadow CANDY: not so much a sweet tooth but; caramel candy FEAR: mantis blades ICE CUBE SHAPE: normal cube size METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: DMC DeLorean ART STYLE: Vaporwave MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Kirin (dragon with deer antlers) PIECE OF STATIONARY: a tiny shell from Monterey THREE EMOJIS: 🌇 🐋 🍆 CELESTIAL BODY: Neptune and the Moon

RYDER

SEASONING: cinnamon WEATHER: rainy mood COLOUR: primary: black; secondary: purple & green SKY: dark evening clouds darkening the sun, promising rain MAGIC POWER: shapeshifter HOUSE PLANT: monstera deliciosa WEAPON: Nokota D5 Copperhead, mantis blades physical dmg SUBJECT: Avionics, Technologies and Heavy Industries SOCIAL MEDIA: none MAKE-UP PRODUCT: black nail polish CANDY: pistachio pralinés FEAR: his superior and the beast within ICE CUBE SHAPE: huge triangle METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: Quadra Turbo R-V-Tech ART STYLE: Brutalism MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Black Dog or Hellhound PIECE OF STATIONARY: bottle opener THREE EMOJIS: 🪐 🛩 🍌 CELESTIAL BODY: Saturn and the Moon

THYJS

SEASONING: cardamom WEATHER: thunderstorms and hurricanes COLOUR: primary: white; secondary: grey & green (camo) SKY: dark sky with a storm cell full of lightning strikes MAGIC POWER: conjourer of lightning strikes HOUSE PLANT: Spathiphyllum (peace lily) WEAPON: 'The Headsman' Constitutional Arms M2038 Tactician, Projectile Launch System SUBJECT: Field Skills, Survival, Classical Music SOCIAL MEDIA: none MAKE-UP PRODUCT: palest powder he can find CANDY: center shock FEAR: big heights ICE CUBE SHAPE: huge sphere (death star) METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: BMW E30 M3 (1991) ART STYLE: Impressionism and any classical art MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Thunderbird PIECE OF STATIONARY: Leatherman (multitool) THREE EMOJIS: ⚡️ 🧨 🎹 CELESTIAL BODY: Pluto

I'll tag randomly because Idk who did this already and who not. Sorry to bother you if you received this many more times now. Also, no pressure! @nervouswizardcycle, @gloryride, @wraithsoutlaws, @f001onthehill and @spicyraeman.

[buthowboutno]

you deserve every bit of the hype and attention for your work!! your writing is light hearted, fun and ADDICTIVE as hell. i adore every chapter, and i truly cannot wait to see what else you'll conjour up in that bubbling pot of never ending imagination of yours :)

post notifs are ON bc i am anticipating everything >:)

youve also inspired me so much for a rottmnt leo fic of my own(in the works rn!) and i was honestly terrified of whether or not i should push forward with it, but this post just gives me warmth and hope that maybe my own fic will be received well <3

may your water always be fresh, and both sides of your pillow cold !!

-crackedpumpkin

what if i started crying like right now /threat/pos

I've inspired you???? you started writing fic cause of me??? that's the SINGLE highest compliment you could've given me, yes of course you should push forward with it!!!!

the joy of creating babes <3 im sure the leo lovers would be delighted to have another writer in their midst

[thereaderbee]

📚 What are you reading today? Or planning to start this week?? It’s Monday again, Bookworms … Did you all have a great weekend? Mine went by way too quickly, as always, and I am not at all ready for this brand new week. 😅 What’s everyone reading today? Or planning to read this week? I finished *Twisted Lies* and *The Sun and the Star* over the weekend, and today I’m reading *Love, Theoretically* and am hoping to start my reread of *The Conjouring of Light*, which I completely forgot to add to my TBR this month. 😅 After that I think I’m going to start *The Iron Sword* and *Legends & Lattes*. 🥰 What are you reading this week?? ☀️ 📖 ☀️ 📖 ☀️ 📖 #AlltheBooksJun23 #MyFictionalMusings #CourtofReadingJun23 #ReadingintheWeb ☀️ 📖 ☀️ 📖 ☀️ 📖 #veschwab #adarkershadeofmagic #currentlyreading #amreading #reading #books #fantasybooks #bookstagram #booknerd #bibliophile #booksbooksbooks #bookstack #booklover #readmorebooks #booksofinstagram #shelfie #bookshelf #cozyreading #mondayvibes #readingtime #booksarelife #bookaesthetic #tbr #summerreading #bookcommunity #booksaremagic — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/95G7mCP

[gay-shakespeare-in-my-meatsuit]

I'm well aware of the monsters I've conjoured

The girl in the mirror, a perfect but eerie reflection of myself

Don't look. She knows.

The monster In my ceiling

Where shadows Buch up more then elsewhere

He seems nice

Hasn't kill us yet

The one who hides where the light can't reach

And hides his face in shadows and magic

They all hate me. Don't they?..

Monsters of my own creation

And still I am unwanted

Monsters of my own thoughts

And still I'm hated

How horrid do you have to be

For the monsters to not want you either

[kiras-monkey-bum-face]

V E Schwab really popped off with this one

[lonebooks]

JOMP August book photo challenge

Day 29: This months favourite

I haven’t read many books this month as I wanted to read some longer books and series that I had on my TBR. I’m so glad that I decided to read the Shades of Magic series by VE Schwab. Though I didn’t like the second book as much as the first, the last book in the series more than made up for it with character development and suspenseful plot.

[cruelduarte]

Can we please talk about how much Rhy and Kell love each other I—

[dodedits]

shades of magic headers.

like/reblog if you save/use them.

credit to campgangsey on twitter.

[assortedvillainvault]

Hi! Could you please write some Hades x reader headcanons? I loved your Dr. Facilier ones 💕

Hiya! Yeeeessss, some bonafide Underworld Lovin' coming up!

Hope you don't mind but the muse struck and this is mostly going to be written from Aphrodite's perspective. As the goddess of love she's invested ok, this is her deal!

This...uh, this got long?

Hades x Reader - as seen by Aphrodite

Look. Look, she'll be the first to admit it - she was Not Thrilled when she noticed the God of the Underworlds eye land on you, a random mortal.

Not many care to remember this but she's the oldest of the Olympian gods, older than Hades and his lump headed brothers for sure, and she's watched the gods of olympus ruin nations and futures chasing after mortal booty a thousand times.

It's not like she can stop him though, so she resigns herself to watching and getting blamed for the inevitable fallout.

Love is the Great Reason, as far as she's concerned. Love and lack of love powers almost all decisions intelligent life makes - from family, friends, flings, long term elationships, bitter rivalries and love for ones land, country, way of life and work. It's all a glow to her, in millions of wonderful shades.

She's never really cared to Look properly at the dour hothead in the cellar that is Hades, so when he casts her eye over him she expects to see more of the same she would see from the likes of Posidon, Ares or Zeus. A broiling, hungry mass of lustful scarlet, with shades of adrenaline laced gold and arrogant self serving purple.

She about spits out her ambrosia at the akward, shy, bubbling blue with sparks of hopeful pink pouring off the cthonic god as he rattles his way through a conversation with you at a mile a minute.

A quick smack to her beautifully contoured cheek doesn't dispell the image, or the intruiged, slightly wary-turning-playful violent emanating from you in turn.

Well~ this warrants some further attention.

She watches EVERYTHING. From hurried meetups squeezed in Hades famously jammed schedule, to conjoured gifts and notes left at crumbling temples dedicated to the god in question. She watches you smile and wait eagerly for the next time you see him, the way the weight of the underworld seems to lift from his shoulders when he catches sight of you and englufs you in a hug the moment he's sure no-one is watching.

It's plain to see you're good for him. Bit by bit his walls fall further and further, and the bricks he had used to close himself off are now part of the pedestal he's slowly putting you on. The only mortal to listen, to talk, to understand without judgement.

She weathers a perfect lip between her teeth.

It's...plain to see she'd misjudged him.

Oh sure, he CAN be menacing. Calculating, ruthless, downright mean. He's manipulative and cunning and opportunistic, and he's taken great pains to only put the thinnest of veneers on in front of his family to keep the peace.

Her eye is on you as you literally stumble into him in the shade outside of Athens and plant a kiss on his gaunt and unprepared cheek. His flames explode into little pink fireworks and you're laughing uproariously at his gobsmacked expression before his lips curl upward delightedly and he pulls you in for another one.

It's hard now, not to see the hollow lack of love present in him when he visits olympus compared to the lightshow he's putting on below. The soft, steadfast orange of family present in his siblings is nonexistent, a cold grey light of efficiency and possesive ownership is all she can see for the domain that he never wanted in the first place. There are only sparks, here and there, few and far between, and all she can think of how his godly glow faded about the same time the brilliant white of self worth dimmed thousands of years ago.

A god deepy, truly, almost madly in love with a mortal almost certainly spells disaster in some form. It'd be a crime really, to not let someone know, or not to go down there herself and gently put the breaks on this train wreck in the making.

She puts her shades back on and leaves you both to your cuddles under the olive trees, secluded and comfortable.

They wouldn't hear it from her. True love, and all that.

[surveilenceysystem]

「 EVANESCENCE 」

Characters: KIM MINGYU (SEVENTEEN) X READER

Synopsis: He was left alone. Once again.

Trigger Warning: Major character death, injury, drowning, implied su!c!de

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It's comical how fast someone's life can change, you know? Like a switch being flipped. One second you can have it all, be on top of the world and lose everything you ever knew in the other. It's like God playing a fucking cruel joke on you. Mingyu felt the same. All it took was a simple fucking text message to change the trajectory of his life.

Everything was fine. Or so he had thought. He had woken up feeling refreshed, made the perfect eggs, reached office in time. Everything was ok. Now if he thought about it, all of it was too perfect. Nothing went wrong. Maybe the universe was giving him the last bit of happiness before scathing it away forever.

"I love you."

It would've been a normal text coming from anyone. But it triggered a primal fear in him when he realised who the sender was. You were never the type to say 'I love you' so easily. You never texted him these things. Your confessions of love were reserved for those intimate moments with him. Those nights where both of you were too tired to speak to eachother so you'd always whisper it to him as he was at the edge of drifting off. It always left him wondering if you truly had said that or had his tired mind conjoured up the words of affection to ease itself. It was rare, you affirming your love through words, that is. He knew you loved him. He didn't need you to tell him what already was established. You loved him and he loved you. It was as universal as the Sun setting in the west. Yet when you had said something so simple and loving thing to him, he couldn't push the fear that had started to bubble up in his stomach. It felt wrong. Like...like something in his reality had shifted. He had a feeling, a sinking feeling. He felt as if he knew what had happened but he didn't want to be right. He wanted to be proven dead wrong.

He wasn't a religious man. Never truly understood the whole 'praying to something that you can't see' and yet here he was, praying to whoever was listening. He realised how fear can make even the strongest man's legs buckle. Faith was nothing in that perspective. A man will pray to anything if he's desperate enough. And right now, Mingyu was so fucking desperate.

His desperation slowly converted into panic as he waited outside your house. He had knocked on the door twice. He didn't want to jump into conclusions but somewhere in his mind, something told him to hurry up. To be as fast as physically possible. And he did just that.

He had always wanted to break a door down, look like those cool superheroes while doing so. He finally got to do it. For an unfortunate reason. He must've hurt himself in the process as he could feel his left arm go numb but he honesty could care less about himself at that moment. He had already dialed the emergency services. If it were anything to worry about, they'll take a look at it but right now you were his top priority.

The apartment was quite. A deafening silence that suffocated Mingyu as he ran upstairs to his and yours shared bedroom. He felt like his ears were ringing. He didn't know why but he felt sick to his stomach, like he'd get violent sick any given moment. It felt like there were thousand of spiders skittering around him. Under his skin. He had started crying without realising it. But suddenly he heard it.

The sound of running water. And before he could completely comprehend what was happening, his body took him straight to the bathroom. Where he could see nothing but darkness. The lights were switched off.

The next few moments were a blur to him. And honestly, he have it that way. He'd rather not remember anything.

The bathroom floor was flooded as he stepped in. He took a second to turn the light on, hoping that you had just taken a bath and forgotten to turn the tap off in a hurry. Instead, he was faced with you, floating facedown in the tub.

People never really realise how hard it is to do certain things under immense pressure. Mingyu could hear the 911 operator giving him instructions but all he could do was hold onto your cold body and scream. Holding you against his chest and hoping that all of this hell to be a freakish nightmare of his.

He kept screaming, he didn't know for how long. He remembered wailing and begging you to wake up. He remembered having you in his arms, shaking you, begging and begging for you to just wake up and say that it was some cruel joke you played on him and when that didn't happen, he prayed. He prayed to God to spare you. To give you back to him.

His prayers and cries were left unanswered as the paramedics declared you dead on spot.

[sevenkittensinatrenchcoat]

Hi,

I've noticed certain jokes/show elements across various productions, and I have my theories as to their trends, but was hoping you could confirm/elaborate on them?

Misto trying to light Tugger's tail on fire during his entrance- I see this in a number of London productions and in the Dutch/German tours. Is this a London thing that moved to the German tours after Cats closed on London and a bunch of the actors moved to Berlin? I can't confirm its presence on older Hamburg or Australian shows, which would have been Broadway based.

Chandelier/spotlight ring descending during Misto's conjouring turn: This one is harder to ID as there could be productions where this happens, but just isn't shown do to camera angles. But I've seen it in: Vienna (89), Mexico (91), Zurich (92), some German/Dutch Tours, UK 2013, and a few others (In Moscow 2005 is doesn't appear to decend, but it will light up so it can be seen). But I don't see it everywhere. I can't really tell if it was on Broadway as I don't have footage that show's this part wide enought to see if it's happening or not. (Because it's in both Vienna, Mexico and London, I would imagine it was on Broadway too) Do you know the trend for this show element? Or is it just the capability of the theatre/set. Also, do you happen to know why this show element is a thing? Is it a set design flex?

Extra conjuring turn during the "Girl's upstage" part of the Jellicle ball- I've seen this primarily in London-based productions, or with London-based Misto's. I did see it in 2nd UK Tour TV spot, so it's an established part of the London choreography, and basically all the German/Dutch tours (because of the aforementioned London exodus and t because Mark John Richardson, who was London based, basically did all the German/Dutch tours [over-exaggeration, I know]). (I did see a London revival version that didn't have it, but Misto was crawling in the background like he could have been in that spot, but needed to get to his next choreography point. I have seen other London revivals with it in, so I'm assuming the actor just wasn't feeling like he was able to do the show element in that version for whatever reason.)

I'd very much appreciate your input!

-Missing-sock-misto

So, I spent the last few hours comparing Jellicle Balls and Misto Numbers to search for patterns:

Tugger’s Tail:

This gag was part of the London Production as far back as the 90s. It doesn’t appear to have spread to any non-London-based productions. I checked quite a few different productions and the only ones with this bit are London-based. London and Broadway pace Misto’s number very differently, along with having their own sets of jokes, and this is one that’s exclusive to London-based versions. The mostly London-based 1998 didn’t have it because the 1998 version of this number is the Broadway version. Whenever something related to Misto differs between London and Broadway, 1998 always goes the Broadway route.

Spotlight:

This one’s a bit all over the place. It’s not in London, from what I can tell, but it shows up in both London and Broadway-based productions. The chandelier spotlight later returns to send Grizabella to the Heaviside Layer, but not all productions do it this way. I don’t believe the original London production did. I’m not completely sure why the chandelier thing happens, but it might be meant as a demonstration of the power of the Conjuring Turn. If the chandelier is the way of getting to the Heaviside Layer, then Misto is opening the doorway to heaven without realizing it. His magic is so powerful he can do that without trying or even noticing.

Jellicle Ball Turns:

This bit is another London-based one. I watched a London Jellicle and Broadway Jellicle Ball from the same year. London had the turns and Broadway didn’t. Mexico, a Broadway-based production, didn’t have the turns. The 2013 UK Tour did.

Comparing all these versions of Mr. Mistoffelees makes me want to post something about all the stuff I noticed, so thanks for providing some inspiration :)