#and am i really so incomprehensible as to be threatening?

[syn0vial]

the whole “treat others how you want to be treated” line sounds so easy, but i am finding things immensely complicated by the fact that, in truth, there are many people who do NOT want to be treated the way i want to be treated and will take offense if i try

[evenmoreofadisaster]

Hello!! I'm the creator of Not a Run of the Mill Family and the first sep au going against you. I am really excited since I have liked your au for a while now and it is mind fucking blowing that I am against you right you rn. And I'm just here to wish you luck for the polls later today :))

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Leo: Hi!! I heard we are going against each other during the first round of the competition. (Begins to rant at incomprehensible speeds in spanglish)

Hueso: Ah, to translate he wishes to say good luck to you all, and that we got a present for you.

Leo: Apparantley alot of turtles get more motivated when we mention pizza so . . . WE DECIDED TO MAKE PIZZA! You guys get first pick of course, we got any kind you may want. Except for the Super Disgusting Supreme Pizza . . . we don't have enough stuff for that. Sadly.

Hueso: I don't think most of them would like it, Pepino. I mean besides the one that are born in the Hidden City.

Leo; Who wouldn't like it? It's pizza! Anywayyyy, I am your amazing waiter, Leo, and I'm here to take your order!

One spaced out a little at "pizza"

SORRY FOR THE WAIT Idk what took over me but suddenly I had a whole Onesagi lore thing and I REALLY wanted to draw our AUs together. I love the concept of your AU so much, little Leo is adorable and I already loved Hueso and Leo's dynamic in the show but the father son relationship in your AU... chef's kiss

I really hope I captured your Hueso alright, he is such a good dad and the twins deserve a little bit of support. Plus I couldn't NOT draw the Leos together >:) (also I saw some fanart where Hueso's threatening Draxum to get Leo and I thought it was so good so I tried to nod to that concept here as well lol)

Anyway I hope they can all be friends :) We're also super excited for the poll! I have seen some stuff for your AU around tumblr and it is amazing.

Good luck and thank you for the ask!!

(translation below because I forgot to include it in the image I'm so sorry)

@tmntseparatedaucompetition

"I'm going to kill that sheep"

"I promise you"

[batlovestomarry]

A portion of my thoughts on the tomarry t/b discussion going on since probably forever, as a bottom!tom lover

I want to start this off by saying I am asexual. I’ve certainly become more okay with reading smut over the past year, but because of my asexuality (and my slightly less resolute but still prevalent sex repulsion as well as my incomprehension of people’s shockingly stubborn preferences (that I have no issue with, but for obvious, previously stated reasons, I don’t fully understand)), my experience with seeing and interacting with all sides of the fandom, and my general lack of care for who is topping or who is bottoming in general, I can approach this topic with some semblance of rationality that isn’t affected by, you know, a staunch opinion on something that people are as passionate about as sex. This is an opinion that I haven’t always held, because prior to FULLY joining the tomarrymort fandom (to be more specific: being active on social media and meeting people who prefer either dynamic), I didn’t even have an opinion on it. I didn’t even know t/b discourse EXISTED. This is an opinion I have gained after seeing many many many people from both sides discussing it, so to anyone who disagrees with my opinion miss me with that “oh, well you’re just biased from only interacting with one side of the fandom and having always enjoyed bottom!tom” bullshit, lmfao.

That being said, it is abundantly clear that the issue for some people is more than just “untagged dynamics” as they insist. To this insistence I have two things to say: 1. If you are so bothered by one sex scene in the midst of a 200,000 word, novel length, beautifully written with a beautiful plot MASTERPIECE, perhaps don’t read untagged fics. Simple as that! Authors don’t owe you anything. 2. You know so damn well that your issue isn’t just untagged dynamics (which often only happen when authors are simply UNSURE about what they’re going to write in the future, rather than a desire to make fixed shippers angry and to fish for interactions and are NOT a personal attack or “protest” against tagging, contrary to what many believe).

Are you threatened by twink Tom riddle???? Are you disgusted by the concept of big strong masculine Tom being railed senseless ? Just asking the essential questions.

Furthermore, I see many fandom members persisting in the idea that non-fixed shippers call fixed shippers misogynists and that’s why “we” “start discourse” with fixed shippers (I am using the term “non-fixed shippers” to mean basically anyone who enjoys bottom!tom, because, regardless of whether you’re a fixed!bottom!tom shipper or not, it’s easier to do it this way. apologies for the generalization shdkdhdjdjd). There are many other posts that talk about this topic in much greater detail than I ever could, and I have to admit I’m not educated about the history and nuances of this to talk about it, so I’m just going to say that I genuinely do not give a fuck if you like bottom Harry or bottom Tom. I could not care less. I enjoy both. I’m not here to preach about whether it’s misogyny to prefer one thing another or not, because I simply don’t know. However, what I do know is that this whole thing about “bottom!tom enjoyers calling fixed bottom harries misogynistic” is a classic case of an echo chamber!! Non-fixed-shippers aren’t getting angry and upset at fixed shippers because you guys like bottom harry (which, according to them, is something we call a “misogynistic concept”!! who would have known!! i certainly didn’t know we were doing that!!). I haven’t honestly seen any instances of that. No, people are upset because you make “call-out” posts about authors and fics and blogs to say “oh, this fic/author is Bad Horrible Bad Bad because they didn’t tag t/b”, talk shit about people who mind their own business preferring bottom Tom (which can go both ways, but I see content from every side of the fandom and I have noticed that the non-fixed shippers side only really has an issue when the fixed shippers come in and start being senselessly rude. This irrational anger at those who have different preferences than you does tend to come from one side more than the other), and obtain a victim type mentality when an author of a long-form is either unsure about dynamics or just… doesn’t feel it’s necessary to tag. It’s as if certain people have a distorted view of what everyone is ACTUALLY upset about. No, we don’t care if you like Harry James Potter with a cock up his ass. As a matter of fact, I can say a lot of us do enjoy seeing that too!

I genuinely would like anyone to direct me to an instance of a non-fixed shipper calling out a fixed shipper over something that ISN’T retaliation for something ridiculous or simply mean a fixed shipper said about people just minding their business. Some people walk around here talking shit about anything that even dares to whisper the words “bottom Tom riddle” to their cultish circle of friends, calling them “freaks of nature”, “insane”, “detached from reality”, and “stupid bitches” (to name a few examples I’ve read). It is insanity. Some people just live in permanent delusion and insist that they are the poor victims here and that they can do no wrong and that they’re just “minding their business 🥺” enjoying their bottom!Harry yet FREAK OUT when they come across a bottom!tom fic/artwork/enjoyer who never even INTERACTED with them and act like they committed a grave sin of humanity.

In general, I feel it is just SILLY to get so fed up over seeing bottom Tom. the reaction that some people in this fandom have when they see anything that insinuates bottom Tom would make you think the person who created the art murdered 12 people and buried their bodies In a coal mine. It is ridiculous. Your inability to see past someone’s preferences and automatically labeling someone as “annoying” or “weird” over a fictional dynamic is bewildering.

I would like to say that this is not to resurrect any discourse!!! Nor is it meant with any disrespect to ANYONE in this entire fandom. I am appreictaive of every person here, whether I know you or not, because I love the tomarry fandom and I love how much effort artists and writers and everyone in between puts into keeping the ship alive! This isn’t intended as a target to ANYONE. I’m simply giving my opinion that I’ve held in for a long while now.

To sorta summarize:

Authors don’t owe you a certain dynamic or a certain tag in their own fic that they dedicated time, love, and care into.

Talking shit about people existing and enjoying different things than you is embarrassing behavior and makes you appear 14 years old to observers.

Public call-out posts for specific people doing absolutely nothing to you are weird as hell. Like why is this considered a normal thing to do.

Some people in this fandom have entitlement levels that are OFF THE CHAAARTTSSSS.

Telling people to “go outside and talk to actual gay people” over what is not “just t/b dynamics and/or preferences” but is actually normal, real life people being upset that you dragged their name through the dirt all because they posted once or twice about liking a certain character bottoming reeks of a lack of awareness. The moment a non-fixed shipper calls someone out for sending dozens of people to harass them over having a preference, millions of silly think pieces are created and non-fixed shippers are seen as “whiny”, but it’s somehow okay when the fixed shippers do it over much less?? 😭??? The hypocrisy!

How do I get it through people’s heads that NOBODY! OWES! YOU! ANYTHING!!! Everything that I’ve said has already been said time and time again and yet it still isn’t sinking in for many. You aren’t a god, you aren’t more important than anyone else here, you aren’t entitled to automatic perfect tagging on every fic you read. You don’t have to like it, but it’s the reality. There many tropes that people dislike in fics, but usually what they tend to do when it surprises them in an untagged fic is skip and move on with their lives rather than sending nasty anonymous messages, writing criticizing comments, tweeting about how much you hate this one untagged thing and everyone who enjoys this one untagged thing, etc etc

[hxney-lemcn]

First Date — Young Justice! Riddler x gn! reader

summery: Eddie takes you out on a wonderful date! Arcade? Movie? Dinner? Who could ask for more?

tw: none

a/n: Based on this headcanon/fic by @finniestoncrane ! Go check it out if you haven't already!! Or their entire catalogue of riddler fics because they write him really well and they have an abundance of them. Also! Clematis means intelligence, red camellia's means passionate love, and baby's breath innocence/innocent love.

wc: 2.5k

Master List

It would have been nerve wracking if I hadn’t been waiting for this day for who knows how long. I checked myself in the mirror one last time before I heard a knock on the front door. Nodding to myself in the mirror, knowing if I spent any more time nitpicking at my appearance we’d never get anywhere. Taking in a deep breath, I opened the door to reveal my date for the day. 

There stood Edward Nygma in all his glory. A sheepish grin rested on his face as he handed me a bouquet of flowers. It was a mix of clematis, red camellia’s, and baby’s breath. An odd combination, yet they also worked well together, and knowing Eddie, they held a deeper meaning that I’d have to look up later. 

“Thank you Eddie!” I smiled, inhaling the sweet scent before ushering him in. I didn’t exactly have any vases, but an old bottle I found would have to do the trick. When I came back into the living room, I placed the flowers on the coffee table, watching Eddie take in the place. “Where are we heading to first?” I asked, coming to stand beside him, making him jump. 

“O-oh! Right,” He nodded, rubbing his neck awkwardly. “I-it’s a…surprise?” Normally I’d tease, push a little to see if I could get the answer…but I know Eddie would bend right away and where’s the fun without a little surprise?

It wasn’t too long of a walk, and I was a bit surprised at the destination. Unsurprisingly, the arcade wasn’t too busy at 10:30 am. My smile couldn’t get any bigger when Eddie beat the high score of the pacman game, a triumphant grin revealing his cute little tooth gap.

“Oo! Let’s play this one!” I exclaimed, tugging Eddie over to a motorcycle race game. 

“Okay,” He replied, just happy to see that you were enjoying yourself. With him. That he was making you beam that sweet smile.

The race was afoot. Choosing the bike we wanted, I couldn’t stop the giddy smile from spreading across my face. I never felt so young again. The worries of daily life disappeared, and I could only focus on how sweet Eddie was. 

“Oh my God, Eddie!” I exclaimed, trying to stop the laughter that threatened to bubble out as he laid sprawled out across the floor. The game beeped as I hopped off, crouching over Eddie as he sat up, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

“I’m okay,” He laughed nervously, voice a little higher pitched than normal. “S-sorry, I always screw up…”

“Oh hush,” I batted his arm lightly. “Now c’mon, I think those kids wanna play next.”

He let out a squeak, face blushing bright red as we passed the two giggling children. It was fun to watch Eddie while he managed to get the jackpot every time, gaining an obscured amount of tickets. And when I tried my luck, he was only supportive when I never won it big. 

“Let’s get something to eat,” I offered, pointing over to the ordering station. 

“My treat!” He sputtered. “What do you want?”

“Are you sure?” I asked, feeling a bit guilty at how much he’s been paying already. 

“Th-this day is about you,” He exclaimed. “Anything you want, it's yours.” I felt my heart sputter. He was such a romantic, I wonder if he even realizes how attractive that makes him. 

“It’s about us,” I corrected, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek. His entire face blazed a bright red as he stuttered incomprehensibly. It was warming to know that I had such an effect on him, yet at the same time it was hard to show him affection if I didn’t want him to go brain dead at the simplest shows of affection. After he calmed down (barely), I told him what I wanted. He returned quickly, handing me what I asked for. Yet instead of us both getting a drink, he placed a slushie between us, two straws placed in it for good measure. I honestly didn’t think he had it in him, but I’ll give him kudos for the gesture. 

Once we finished our snack, he pulled me by the hand over to a stacker game. The prize being 1,000 tickets. He let me try first, cheering me on as I got higher and higher on the game. I felt adrenaline pulse through me as I neared the win line, and the platform got smaller. 

“Gah!” I groaned as I missed by a sliver. “I was so close!”

“You did really well!” Eddie cheered. “It only shows how your hand to eye coordination is better than the common man.”

Even though it read that I earned 500 tickets, I couldn’t be too angry at how Eddie always managed to praise me in his unusual ways. I stood to the side, taking a rewarding sip from our slushie as Eddie managed to absolutely crush the game. 

“That was awesome!” I cheered.

“W-well, I’ve practiced,” He replied sheepishly, watching as 1,000 tickets were placed onto his card balance. “But I think that was our last credit.”

“Damn,” I huffed. “I don’t want the date to end yet.”

“Heh heh,” Eddie laughed sheepishly, rubbing his neck as he couldn’t make eye contact, face flushed a light pink. “W-well I had a bit more planned…”

“Oh!” I said in surprise. The dates I’ve always been on were one thing. Just dinner, just a movie, so the fact that Eddie planned out the day made my smile lighten considerably. 

“B-but if you don’t want to continue that’s fine,” He stumbled, hands waving.

I rolled my eyes, squeezing his hand, “I just said I didn’t want the date to end silly.”

“Right,” He nodded. “Let’s see how many tickets we got.”

Nodding, we walked over to a machine that told us how many tickets we managed to get. I pouted when I saw I only got 2,000 tickets. Only for my jaw to go slack at the outrageous amount of tickets Eddie got. He got 20,000! That’s crazy!

“Holy sh-crap Eddie!” I corrected myself when I saw a little kid run past. Looking around, there wasn’t much I could get with my tickets. Whatever, I had fun nonetheless.

“What do you want?” Eddie asked, also looking around at the prizes he could choose. Sure, he couldn’t get the guitar that they had for some reason, but he still had a large variety. 

“You get something you want,” I pushed. “You won them with your hard work.”

“W-well I wanna get something you want then,” He pouted. And who could say no to that face. My face warmed as I looked at the more promising prizes to choose from. After he got me an actually cute plushie (and not those cheap small ones), I let him choose something with the limited amount of tickets I got. 

“So what’s next?” I asked as we began walking once more.

“Well I overheard you talking about that one movie you wanted to see…” He trailed off.

“Seriously?” I asked, eyes wide with excitement. 

Oh he was serious. He even got the best seats in the back and everything. As the lights in the theater dimmed, I scooted over a bit closer to Eddie. Not too close, as I didn’t want to get him all flustered, even if I find it adorable. I watched in anticipation as the movie started to play, only to hear Eddie yawn. I glanced at him for a second, only for my eyes to return to the screen. Yet when I felt his arm around my shoulder, I had to try my best not to jump. I blinked, face blank, trying my hardest not to snicker. He actually pulled the classic yawn and arm around the shoulder move huh? I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything else from the dork. 

I relaxed into his embrace, resting my head on his shoulder and rested my hand on his stomach. But even though he was the one to pull the first move I could feel him tense under my touch, which made me worry if I took it too far somehow.

“Is this okay?” I whispered, not wanting to bother others. 

“Y-yes,” He stuttered, and even in the dim lighting I could see the red that painted his face. I could only smile warmly, snuggling a bit further to get more comfortable. It was hard to focus on the movie when I was snuggled into a cutie. As the movie progressed, he got more comfortable, awkwardly holding my back. When the movie ended I couldn’t help but be in awe. It was so good! And I got to share it with someone I cared about! What more could I ask for?

“I can’t believe they actually finished it like that!” I exclaimed as I held Eddie’s arm. “That was awesome! Thank you for taking me to see it!”

Eddie chuckled, seeming to have gained more confidence over the experience, “I was surprised too! It was actually a good movie.” “Are you saying I have bad movie tastes?” I asked teasingly.

“N-no! Of c-course not!” He stuttered, waving his free hand in the air. “Th-they just didn’t have the best marketing!”

I laughed gently, nudging his side playfully, “I’m just teasing.”  I wasn’t really paying attention to where we were going, just enjoying my time with Eddie while also trying to silently struggle with the plushie I got. I’m glad I got it, but it was kind of an inconvenience while walking. I nearly stumbled when we stopped outside of a restaurant. Eddie opened the door for me, and I walked in. This was by far the best date I’ve ever been on. Fun at the arcade, restful at the movie, and now a dinner to top it all off? 

As we were seated, Eddie practically rushed to push my chair in for me. And people say chivalry is dead. Well I suppose calling a villain chivalrous is quite ironic, but I digress. We made some small talk while looking over the options. It wasn’t too many, but not too little either. I managed to find something I liked, and I was glad that we were getting something to eat because I was starting to get quite hungry. 

“Do you know what you want?” Eddie asked. “I’ll order it for you.”

I was about to protest, but the sweet look in his eyes had my arguments die in my throat. So instead, I told him what I wanted, and he seemed to concentrate hard to remember it perfectly. He was just too cute. I wonder how no one has scooped him up yet. I’m one lucky person for him to be interested in me. 

As the waiter came by to take our orders, Eddie managed to get them out without one stutter. I smiled at him proudly. The food came around quickly, thankfully.

“Do you have anything planned for tomorrow?” I asked mindlessly, before taking a bite out of my food.

Eddie hummed as he swallowed his bite, “Just finishing up my one plan. Hopefully I can execute it properly.” He slightly deflated at the thought.

Reaching over, I rested my hand over his, causing his gaze to linger on mine, “I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully. After all, you are the smartest man I’ve ever met.”

His cheeks dusted a light pink, either from the touch, or the praise, I wasn’t sure. Probably a mix from both. He pushed his glasses up, seeming to push down his self deprecation and nodded. I knew he wasn’t pushing it because he didn’t want to ruin the date, but I wanted to make sure he knew I wasn’t just lying to him.

“I wouldn’t go on a date with just anyone you know,” I smiled, gently rubbing my thumb over his knuckles before letting go to continue eating.

That seemed to have gotten to him a bit better as he seemed lost for words. He praised me all the time, so I knew that he couldn’t refute anything when it came to me. It was a nice thought, that he saw me so highly, I just wish he could see himself the way I saw him. 

Dinner went smoothly after that. And as we exited the restaurant, I realized we’ll have to walk all the way back to my place. Not that I didn’t want to spend more time with Eddie, it’s just that my body was starting to get sore with all the walking we’ve done today. Not to mention I had to carry the plushie at an awkward angle, making my arm sore. 

“Do you think we could catch a cab?” I asked Eddie sheepishly, messing with the ear of my plushie. 

“Ye-yeah!” Eddie nodded. The ride to my place was quick, and it was nice to rest my head on Eddie’s shoulder. He was less tense about it than earlier which was nice. When the familiar building appeared, I couldn’t help but feel myself relax. I had a wonderful day with Eddie, but a bath sounds plenty nice at the moment. 

Like the gentlemen Eddie is, he walked me to my door, the cab driving off. 

“I had a great night tonight,” I said with a smile towards Eddie. He wore his own, eyes gleaming under the streetlight. “Thank you Eddie.”

“Thank you,” He replied. “For allowing me the chance.”

“You always had a chance,” I teased. And then it was silent, except for the cars in the background. I watched as Eddie’s gaze dropped to my lips for a split second before looking away. I knew he wouldn’t make the first move, and if I learned anything from tonight, he was more open to affection than I thought. 

So, in a fit of bravery, I leaned in, placing my lips on his. He was frozen for a second, before gently kissing me back. I raised a hand to hold his cheek gently, taking in how soft he felt. His lips were warm, his skin was smooth, and even his hair on his sideburns was surprisingly soft to the touch. I was about to pull away, but was surprised when Eddie placed a hand on my neck, keeping me close to him. I gave him a few more seconds before pulling away, the burn in my lungs delicious. But the sounds he let out were even better. He was more intoxicating than he will ever realize because the urge to kiss him was strong, but I’ll save that for the second date.

“Good night Eddie,” I spoke, breaking him out of the little trance he seemed to be in. 

“G-good night!” Eddie replied as I gave him a kiss on the cheek for good measure. I waved at him as I entered my place. Licking my lips, I tasted the slight salt from his skin. He had been sweating after our kiss. I could only shake my head at the thought, only wondering what Eddie would surprise me with next time.

[tired-but-willing]

I wholeheartedly do not understand the take of "Luke is Padmés child"/"Leia is Anakins child". I understand it's very popular within the fandom, and it's a way for fans to create a connection between characters— but I just don't see it.

Long-winded rant coming. Hope it makes sense. No spoilers for recent Star Wars media, but I do briefly talk about the Original Trilogy, the Prequels, the books (Legends and Canon), and the comics.

The biggest argument that I have seen for both sides is temperament. "Leia has Anakins temper" "Luke has Padmés calm". But really, that's not wholly accurate. Every time that we see Leia becoming angry, it's righteous anger. She's been taken captive. Her planet has been threatened. Her planet has been destroyed.

Now compare that to Anakin. He's mad Padmé won't return his advances. He's mad the council doesn't trust him— for good reason, but we'll touch on that later in a different post.

A major difference that sits between Leia and Anakin (aside from the obvious), is timing. Leia knows when the time for sarcastic quips is. She knows when the time for angry comments is. And she also knows when to shut it down. If you want to compare her to anyone out of the family, it should be to Padmé; but I'll do you one better. Leia's temperament is all Bail and Breha Organa.

It's plenty sweet to want to connect the twins to the mother they lost, but truthfully, they don't get their personality traits from her. If Leia were to take after anyone, it would be the parents who raised her. The ones who brought her up to be good and kind and care about the people of Alderaan. I went off on a tangent: Leia does not have Anakins temper. Not even close.

Compare her moments of righteous anger to his outburst in the council chambers. Mace Windu— quite fairly, in my opinion— tells Anakin to sit down when his adult self starts throwing a temper tantrum for not becoming a barely-out-of-teens Jedi Master. He's entitled. He thinks he deserves the position, regardless of meeting very few qualifications. I'll likely make another post about that as well. The main point of this paragraph being; for Leia to share Anakins anger, it would need to come from a place of entitlement. It does not.

Now onto Luke. I see people attempting to mould him into Padmé for a multitude of reasons. Some want to, as I said, connect the twins to their mother in a way that is easy. They want a parallel to Padmé and Anakin that can be found in their children. Others, I'm sure, just want to make Luke "softer" (though Padmé is far from soft; some people just lack media comprehension). Luke is not some patron saint of patience. He CAN be patient, yes; but it is not his defining character trait. Throughout the movies, books, and comics, Luke has had outbursts. He's not some holier than thou figure who never gets angry. He just works to overcome that anger. Maybe that is a bit reminiscent of Padmé; but do you know who it reminds me of?

Beru Lars.

The same way his stubborn determination (look at him, look at me in my eyes, and tell me he's not stubborn) reminds me of both Owen and Beru.

There's no crime in comparing the twins to their biological parents. I understand the want. I love parallels in media as much as anyone else. I only wish that Star Wars fans would quit labeling Leia as "just Anakin's daughter" because she got a little angry That One Time when That One Thing happened, and quit labeling Luke as " just Padmé's son" because he's a Cool and Collected Jedi. There is so much more to their characters than just their biological parentage. I am begging people to read more into the characters who actually raised them and gave them love for nineteen years of their lives.

Long-winded and incomprehensible rant over <3 ty for reading.

[s-sturn]

𖥔 GET YOU!

part 1

summary: after so many months without contact, Chris and Y/N end up meeting again at a party, however, Chris is too upset, and ends up revealing all the truth to Y/N

warnings: little angst, drunk, crying, fluff, kissing, HAPPY ENDINGG!!

masterlist!

Y/N’s POV

It's been a long time since the last time I didn't leave my apartment.

I was decomposing, just existing without any reason to live.

My friends have been comforting me for all these months, and now they are convincing me to move on and live my life.

It would be difficult for me, even if so many months had passed, the breakup was still very recent for me, and I couldn't get over it at all.

I took a deep breath, arranging a black dress from my closet, extremely stylish, and soon I noticed the mess that was my room and my apartment in total, I tried to make a good arrangement in everything giving a much better appearance to the place, soon I take a relaxing and necessary shower, fixing my hair making small curls with the babyliss, I put on the dress and a black boot with a half high heel.

I leave my room seeing my friends waiting for me to go to the party, everyone praises me making me feel good about myself, I loved them for always being with me. It took us a few minutes and arrived at the place where the party would be, it was basically a celebration of the 1 million of a youtuber named Tara Yummy, these months I was totally off the Internet, so I didn't know her very well, but my friends were close to her and were invited to this party, and soon she said that they could take an escort, and here I am, in front of the door receiving some incredulous and nods looks from some influencers and youtubers that I knew on account of Chris.

I followed my friends until I bumped into someone, I come across in surprise seeing Nick, who lavashed a big smile when he saw me and soon brought me to a long hug, which made me surprised, I return the hug and soon Nick starts talking to me

━━━ Girl, I missed you like so fucking much! ━━━ He spoke happily, while I gave a kind smile, it was good to see Nick, after all, he was my best friend.

━━━ I missed you too, like fuck! ━━━ Our conversation flowed until I felt someone grabbing Nick and whining, it was Chris.

I was paralyzed the second I hit my eyes on him, I could already imagine that I would see him, but not this way.

I could be being very stupid right now, but I was getting worried about Chris' situation, he was really drunk.

The brunette begins to whine incomprehensible things as he started to cry, grabbing Nick and not even noticing my presence.

━━━ I need her back, Nick, everything I need it’s Y/N! ━━━ When I hear these words coming out of Chris' mouth, my expression is totally in shock, all these months in which I thought I was suffering alone, did Chris also suffer?

I was too confused, tears threatened to fall from my eyes, and Chris finally realizes my presence, starting to cry even more and babble things that I didn't understand because he was too drunk.

━━━ Please forgive me, Y/N, I love you! ━━━ The tears that threatened to fall finally spilled, staining my makeup done, I didn't believe what I heard, I waited months for the day Chris would come back to me, even though I thought it was impossible, I wanted him to come back, and he came back. ━━━ Forgive me for acting like a pussy, for being rude, for not grabbing you that morning and telling you how sorry I was and how much I loved and love you! Forget me, Y/N. ━━━ I approach Chris and lean our lips, giving a deep kiss full of love and regret.

Chris put his hands on my cheek and deepened our kiss asking for permission with his tongue, which was soon allowed, our lips moved in sync, as if they were made for each other.

I separated myself from our kiss, leaving our foreheads glued together.

━━━ I love you, Chris. ━━━ The effect of alcohol seems to have decreased and soon I go and slap Chris on the head repressing him. ━━━ Never do that again, do you understand, Sturniolo?

━━━ Yes, ma'! ━━━ We were in a deep eye contact just taking advantage of the moment. ━━━ I love you. ━━━ He said giving me a little kiss on the lips and staring at my face again while caressing my cheek.

Every time I look into your eyes i see it, you’re all I need.

That was cute, but I didn't like this one very much 😭😭😭😭

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OKAY HI IT ME 💋NON IVE BEEN HAVING THOUGHTS. sorry if this is kinda, incomprehensible, i just had Thoughts and they Had to Come Out

okay so, this has been brewing for a while but, you wrote the thing about them taking his heart and i Could Not hold it back anymore. So. Affectionate canibalism. Technically its when someone eats part of a loved ones dead body. BUT this came into fruition before tubbo died. The original thought was more like, Tubbo insecure, fitpac dont really have any idea how to help this until Pac goes "well, you could always eat part of us. We respawn so itd be fine" and like. The trust of letting someone else Consume part of you (that feels like something Pac would suggest because, yanno). While I am p attached to the all consuming trust of "have part of me", with all thats happened lore wise recently, go wild.

hope youre having a good day :>

saw cannibalism. blacked out. read the rest of it. blacked out. hnggghhh 

soft kisses arent enough for this. violently making out with you now 

TW for cannibalism and gore

"People lie," Tubbo's voice cracked on the last word as tears threatened to spill out. "Words don't mean anything. You can say time and time again that you won't leave me but it doesn't, God, it doesn't fucking mean anything." 

Fit and Pac were both silent. 

"You need action," Pac said slowly and despite the tension and vulnerability Tubbo laughed, tinged with dark humor. 

"Not sure now is the time to try and get in my pants." 

"Not that kind of action," Fit snapped, with no bite in his voice. 

Tubbo sniffed, trying to ignore the tears rolling down his surely bright red cheeks. "What then?" 

"You could eat us," Pac said quietly. 

Tubbo laughed, drily and a little bit wild. "Thought you didn't mean that kind of action." 

"I didn’t." Pac said, looking up to make eye contact. "Let me prove how I will never leave you. Eat some of me, yeah? Cellbit can certainly vouch that I'm delicious." 

Tubbo's eyes dropped to Pac's thighs without thinking. He was wearing pants that fell to his ankles so he couldn’t see anything but in his mind he could. The pale flesh lined with veins and curved with muscle. 

Tubbo felt dizzy. 

"Okay," he said very clearly, hearing his own voice as if he was outside of his body, just a surveyor. 

Pac perked up. "I can have everything prepared by tonight, sounds good?" 

Tubbo was nodding. "Yeah." 

"Perfect." 

-

The knife shone with Pac's blood, the man's face twisted up as he panted. Fit was holding him, holding his hands as Tubbo kneeled between his legs with the knife in his hands. The blood was trailing down his thigh in thick streaks and Tubbo was fascinated by it. He felt like a businessman at a steakhouse being presented with the house's finest meal. 

He stabbed the flesh through, lifting it off leaving a bloody mess behind. Almost hesitantly he raised the slice of flesh to his mouth and took a bite while making direct eye contact with Pac. 

Pac looked a mess and not just from the cut on his thigh. Part of him really wanted to make a joke about how Pac seemed to almost be getting off on it but it felt too sensitive, too personal so he shoved it down. 

The flesh was strange tasting but not bad. But it was more than that. More than just flesh sliding down his throat. It was the fact that it was Pac's flesh, Pac's eyes on him as he swallowed. Fit's eyes on him as well, watching the bop of his throat with dark eyes. 

Fit wasn't doing a damn thing. Just letting Tubbo chew on the flesh and swallow it down piece by piece. The trust was addictive. The trust felt like love. The trust felt like nothing he had ever tasted before like the blood on his lips. The trust tasted like the action that finally tipped the scales that dropped his right in their loving arms. 

They would never leave. 

[captainofthetidesbreath]

would love to know your thoughts on the circle of needle and thread pcs please and thank you

Hello! Sorry I kept you waiting, but my thoughts on this wonderful circle follow! I didn't really speak at length or unpack a lot of it, but I wrote some broad strokes of what interests me about each of them.

I might unpack some of these things in future posts, but if you want to hear more about something specific I mentioned (or about a specific thing I didn't), please feel free to send more asks!

Nathaniel

I am well-known to be a Travis Stan On Main because he is into the same sorts of characters and archetypes and narratives and themes that I'm into. Nathaniel is no exception. I knew I was going to love him off the Q&A, and by God, do I love him.

I think there's something terrifying in how he often is so (endearingly) nervous and hapless yet commands absolute unthinking loyalty in Sean and Marion. But, I do love a character with an unexpected iron force of will underneath a more easily dismissed surface, and I'm always lucky Travis loves that too.

The Trapp family dynamics are absolutely BONKERS, and I've been turning over in my head the reveal that Nathaniel has lived his entire life in the shadow of not just an older brother, but an older brother who died when he was young—and he feels responsible for it. Truly blisteringly deep well to draw from here, and he's another example of how efficiently Travis can sketch a character and imbue them with a sense of deep and heavy history, a dense web of relationships, and a very present absence looming over them in so little time.

A classic Travis character. He's like what if Fjord was Cerrit.

Beatrix

I have to, unfortunately, admit that she is my least favorite of the circle. She is a solid character and well-executed in this episode, but unfortunately, she is of an archetype and is generally a type of character that I don't vibe with. (I had this same issue with Auggie—very well executed, just not my type.)

I am very interested in her place within this circle as the longest-serving among them, and I am very interested in the way she hovers over Jean and the old histories with Marion and Sean. I do also find that sort of distanced assessment of the three men and observation about having watched them go through flashbacks constantly; she is right that they, ultimately, need time, but her distanced tone teeters close to It Is What It Is and that's a fascinating, somewhat jaded perspective if so.

Sean

What a darling, violent boy. I love characters in this genre who take a shotgun or a baseball bat (literally, in this case) to supernatural creatures. Big energy of: "The horrors are incomprehensible? Buddy, I ain't interested in comprehending them. [cocks shotgun]"

His relationship with Nathaniel in particular is fascinatingly bonkers to me in the best way, and I think Sean's devotion to Nathaniel is wild in that like, even factoring in the war history, Nathaniel does not seem like a man Sean would normally respect—so this level of trust is quite evocative. The dead brothers throughline between them is going to drive me insane.

I'm so interested in leaning more about Sean's history during the war, especially because Sean is framed as that's all he has left. He is so stuck in that war that it's in his specialty, and I think there's a lot to explore in grappling with how important it is that Sean's brothers (apparently) died on the same mission Sean stopped being able to look at himself.

Jean

My girl! Like Nathaniel, I knew I was going to love her off the Q&A and, like Nathaniel, I very much do. I ADORE a character who is so tightly controlled they threaten to unravel at any moment. I love characters who seem cold and cool but care so much and is so full of warmth.

I'm also fascinated by the glimpse at her relationship with her father. There's also something very sweet and interesting in the way she dotes on Marion, and I'm definitely watching that relationship closely.

All in all, I wanna see her get her hands dirty, and she's started this chapter off with making a hard choice and I hope that she keeps struggling with them. It's very fun to watch a character who thinks they know the direction they going get all turned around. I am very excited to see this clear code she has further unravel across the chapter, and I love to watch a character with poise become undone.

Marion

As said, a sweet boy! He is so dear to me, and it tickles me that Luis comes onto the channel and immediately experiences The Visions. I'm really curious about the origin of this scar, and why the pointed plant imagery with the window and the patterned shirt and the promotional images. I also would love to know more about Marion's history during the war and what that breakdown at the end was about specifically.

I alluded to it above, but I find his relationship with Jean to be very endearing and I Am Looking while that develops. His relationship with Sean has some fascinating hesitation in it—the exchange about would you know if I was okay / would you tell me in particular—and I do have some thoughts about how interesting it is that it doesn't necessarily feel like Marion quite Gets Sean post-war even though they seemed very close pre-war. I also again find the intense loyalty Nathaniel inspires in him to be so well developed but also terrifying. Marion's is subtler than Sean's, but he is just as quick to listen to what Nathaniel commands, and I'm curious to see if we learn if there was a specific incident that earned it.

He is an enigma at the moment, but I love a haunted seer, and I'm so looking forward to it.

[mchristelle]

Rambling ahead, just putting my thoughts about Guillermo down without sorting them :

Guillermo craved raw meat, he could taste it wasn't raw enough, blood didn't attract him until he was fully turned, but they reminded us about the meat. I'm pretty sure his eyes did the vampire color change in episode 1, so it's (probably) not a Van Helsing thing.

Sudden, gory, bloody death shocks him, but he got over Laszlo breaking the neck of the Incomprehensible Jesters dude pretty fast, and watched a movie with a dead body.

He doesn't need to kill to drink blood, Nandor could have killed the dude for him, get the blood in a glass (I am now picturing Nandor bringing a dead body to Guillermo's mouth while doing the plane like feeding a kid. You're welcome).

They put his inability to kill in cold blood with a list of how his hands are far from clean. He put humans and vampires in the same level, feel guilty for both, but would do it all over again because his priority is the safety of his vampires and his friends.

He's the result of generations of vampire's killers, his great-grandmother thought they managed to kill them all, he was born to protect the world from vampires, his name predicted his destiny, but wires got crossed and instead of being the protector of the cross, he's the bodyguard of the vampires.

He's sweet and nice and helpful, but petty and violent when angry or jealous. He wanted to burn Nandor for disappointing him with the portrait and mistaking 10 years of service for 2. He felt happy when Topher died.

His attitude changed into confident and threatening and hard when Nandor used his mother to bait him, he always becomes more dangerous and confident when the “protective” button is pushed, and it happened more often than his “angry” button, and he's violent when that happen.

The massacre of the theater wasn't triggered by the danger to the vampires, it was triggered by the public laughing at him and the weak little Guillermo actor. He sliced the other actor more than once and wanted to do the same to the other, but it was too weird. The rest of the vampires, he killed in self-defense.

“His vampire-killer cells are fighting off his vampire cells with all their might.” He's a protector and a killer, a warrior and a servant.

He's got some darkness in him, does it come from him, does it come from whatever gave the Van Helsing their power?

Did fully turning into a vampire really killed his Van Helsing side?

He needs to figure out who he is and what he wants, and while killing in cold blood is not for him, killing to protect or feed his anger make him powerful.

He had a similar discomfort to sex and that changed with time, who say he won't find how to be okay with murder in a new context? Starting small, with non-life threatening injuries first.

Maybe he'll be ready when he'll kill a human, while being a human himself. Because he's angry, because he’s protecting. Another hunter?

[sunlitlamplove]

so who is he? (nanami kento/YN) (NSFT)

short unedited fic - a writing exercise gone wrong, let me know if you enjoy and/or want more of nanami

it wasn’t that you didn’t do relationships, or that you weren’t interested. you just couldn’t find the time away from your constantly life threatening career, nor were you any longer trusting (i.e. naive) enough to embark on an intimate relationship with a stranger. you didn’t have much in the way of friends, hell the few friends you did have were coworkers you had known for years and even then you still had a tendency to hold most of them at arms’ length, excluding gojo, who managed to cheerily worm his way into seemingly everyone’s personal lives. as he was doing now, with you.

the two of you sat in the dimly lit nook of a quietly bustling lounge after work that evening. it was a rare occasion that gojo was able to cajole you into stepping out and embracing the nightlife with him, both of you busy enough with your own schedules but especially since he had known for years your averseness to crowds. but hey, gojo was buying and free drinks were calling your name. after some catching up and a couple vodka cokes, you were pleasantly buzzed, biting back a smile at the intrigued looks both women and men sent the pair of you, nestled away in your corner. smirking like a fox, gojo slid his too lanky body closer to you in the booth, curling his arm over your shoulder.

ordinarily, you would have pushed him away, not keen on physical contact from just anyone, but you were tipsy and he was gojo. gojo satoru knew you better than most; had seen you at your worst, half dead, bloody, near mad. he had pulled you from cliff’s edge, had saved you time and time again, and conversely, he was also the reason you drank. you were certain his idiocy had likely shortened your life just as much as he had saved it. gojo was a dear friend, but he knew how to press your buttons and press them he did.

“so who is he?”

you looked at him through furrowed, half drunken brow. “who’s who?”

“who’s the guy you’re fucking these days?” he asks with no preamble, sipping his vodka cranberry lemonade and glancing down at you from his blacked out frames, his chapped lips curved delightfully around a cheshire smile.

you don’t give anything away, and you laugh, almost too loud above the soft, jazzy r&b playing over the lounge speakers. you pray he doesn’t notice.

(he notices.)

“what? you hear yourself ask. “why do you always assume i’m fucking someone?”

gojo smiles incomprehensibly wider at your laugh, his arm tightening around your shoulder. “i’ve known you for almost a decade at this point, you really don’t think i can tell when you’re getting laid on a regular basis?”

“i mean, god, i would hope not.”

“you’re a lot nicer when you’re getting some,” he says.

“is that so,” you say dryly.

“hate to break it to you, kid.” you can see him wink at you over his glasses and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. “really, you just exude the air of the well fucked, let’s just say that.”

“you’re disgusting, gojo.” you sip your drink and laugh, shaking your head.

“i’m right, and you can’t even deny it. but, on the off chance i am wrong…why don’t you come back to my place tonight?” his voice was silken, quiet, husky in your ear.

you chuckle and shake him off your shoulder, half missing his friendly warmth but determined to prove a point. you knew he wasn’t serious, that this was yet another ploy of his to get you to spill the truth. gojo had casually flirted with you and pretty much everyone you knew since you the day you had met him. there…may have been one or two…close..encounters with gojo when you both were far gone and desperate for comfort, but you had never gone further than a heavy make out session with his hand up your shirt.

you attempt to point your finger in his face, swaying slightly. ever the decent friend, gojo reaches out and helps guide your hand to point at him. he shimmers slightly kaleidoscopic, his white shock of hair softly glowing under the romantic light of the bar.

“thanks -get off me- thanks. listen, asshole.” biting back a smile, still pointing in his face after you shake off his grip and gojo mockingly raises his hands in self defense, and tries not to giggle under the weight of your faux serious stare. “i’m not fucking anyone, and i’m definitely not fucking you.”

“am i interrupting something?” when you register the tall, dominating figure casting a shadow over your table as nanami kento, you feel your heart skip a beat, and you desperately resist the blush cascading over your sun kissed skin. “is this idiot bothering you, y/n?” nanami’s voice is dry, half amused.

“k-nanami! i…i didn’t— you’re back,” and you’re fucking breathless and his eyes are soft and warm and oh

oh god.

here’s the thing.

you didn’t do relationships. but nanami kento was not a man you could bear to ever deny.

the last time you had seen nanami had been a week prior. for hours, nanami had sucked on your clit and worked you open with his thick fingers so intensely that you couldn’t help but gush against his mouth, trembling and gasping as you soaked him in your come. his kiss after he had lifted his face from between your thick, slippery thighs was sloppy and overwhelming, and you felt yourself ready for another round as he moaned softly against your tongue. that same night, nanami had inadvertently made you cry, grunting as he ruthlessly thrust into you, fucking you so deep and good with your legs hiked high on his shoulders that he had unlocked some sort of inner vault of emotion you rarely accessed; the orgasm he had coaxed from you was one of the best in your life and he had chuckled when you told him so later, cuddling in the afterglow, nanami peppering your whole face with kisses as you lightly stroked his still slightly heaving, sweaty chest while he massaged slow circles into your back. and then he had left to embark on a mission you were unsure he would return from; and now he was here, and you were drunk and your lover was in front of you and you could almost cry from how badly you wanted to feel him come inside you.

you could feel yourself starting to heat up under your collar, and you tried to think less indecent thoughts. but the images of the intimate moments you spent together began a loop in your brain and you could feel a slow smile crawl across your face as he gazed down at you. nanami’s lips quirked and a lightning hot thrill shot through you.

“nanami!” gojo exclaims, ignoring the rude remark, as you stare up silently at nanami, his gaze flitting between a slight concern towards you and distaste towards gojo. “sit with us!”

does that feel good, baby?

you nod, remembering your manners. “please, nanami. sit with us and save me from him.”

nanami slides into the booth on your opposite side, nodding at the bartender. as gojo chatters away, your gaze slides to nanami, taking in his dark button up loosened at the throat, his tie gone, his sleeves rolled up his wiry forearms. nanami’s hands, his fingers running up and down the sides of his sweating glass of dark liquor. you listen quietly, sipping your refill as nanami unwinds and debriefs with you and gojo the outcome of his mission. it hadn’t been too dangerous, a dead end with elusive trap doors, but you missed out on the finer details as you hungrily took in the man before you.

“i can’t believe i get to taste you, fuck. your pussy makes me fucking desperate, y/n.”

your eyes are pulled back to nanami’s hands, his hands, god. you thought about those big hands spreading your thighs wide, how he pulled your hands away from your soaking pussy when you got shy and tried to hide from him. you tried to stay present as gojo relayed to nanami the details of his own last trip, but instead the instant replay of nanami worshipping your body and bringing you to climax took precedent in your drunk brain.

“anyway, we were talking about y/n’s dating life,” gojo says, nudging you and you shove him back harder than necessary.

“really,” nanami says and smiles, running a hand through his hair. did he have to do something that turned you on in front of gojo? god, you sounded like a such a man. it wasn’t nanami’s fault everything he did aroused you.

he was a couple liquors deep, and you could see the alcohol beginning to take effect, his usual demure smiles lilting into playfulness, his eyes twinkling. “please, y/n, don’t let me interrupt. how is your dating life?” nanami asks, his elbow grazing against yours. you could move your arm, but so could he. both of you decidedly do not. the contact alone is setting your body aflame.

he was still looking at you, and you turned your head, finding his downcast eyes on your rosy mouth, still wet from your glass. his gaze tracked the unconscious movement of your tongue swiping across your full lips, his own tongue peeking out to wet his. unbeknownst to you, the blue eyes behind sunglasses manage to catch the motion of nanami’s observance and a cheshire cat smile begins to grow.

“i wasn’t talking about my dating life, this jackass was talking about it,” you reply hastily, hiking a thumb at the aforementioned white haired idiot by your side. “there’s nothing to even talk about, really.”

you and nanami weren’t dating. he was just being a really good guy and fucking you on the regular, keeping a spare toothbrush and clothes at yours, sleeping over and breaking a thousand rules you knew not to when it came to a man who wasn’t actually your man. when you were tipsy, you could call him your lover in your head, a title you would never speak aloud to anyone else, but it was true, wasn’t it? nanami was your lover. you would never admit it to gojo, lest you wanted the world to know what you and nanami still kept between only you; you still weren’t entirely sure how it had started, too many late nights spent together on missions and nanami being nanami, and you were single and lonely and traumatized, and he was too, both of you just needing some human comfort but instead you had found a raging fire between you, only quelled when nanami’s head was nestled between your thighs or when you rode him, gasping as he groaned and begged you to fuck yourself harder on his dick in the quiet of the dawn rising in his moonlit bedroom.

“that’s too bad,” nanami says, taking a swig from his glass. his eyes never left yours. “a man would be lucky to be graced just with your presence.”

it hadn’t been much of a doubt before. but you were definitely fucking him tonight.

embarrassingly, your mouth falls open before you can stop it, and you are unable to control the laugh that spills from your throat that a) nanami would say that and b) nanami would say that in front of gojo.

who, when you glance to your right, was no longer there. you suppose he had gone to top up his drink, and you turn quickly back to nanami, who seems somehow even closer, and you can feel his big hot hand slide underneath your skirt and onto your mid thigh, squeezing your burning flesh before running his thumb in slow circles. you breathe in shakily, feeling dizzy. you were aching for more from him.

not just sex. don’t get it wrong, you desperately wanted him, carnally, bordering on indecently. you wanted him to fuck you into his mattress, with your face pressed against his pillow, breathing in the scent of him. you wanted him to drink from you, to take from you, you wanted to lose yourself in his arms. you wouldn’t admit it. but you would gladly take everything nanami would give you and then some. you could feel the raging blush across your cheeks, your whole body throbbing with need.

when you look up at nanami from under your lashes, you notice his flushed skin, the smile curving his soft lips, the way he looks at you like you are something not of this world, dazzling, breathtaking. as though he is in awe. his hand reaches up and pushes your hair away from your face, lingering against your cheek.

“i missed you,” he says, and you feel yourself almost come undone. the tears are threatening to swell, and you catch his hand.

“i missed you too,” you whisper. “i want you to take me home, kento.”

hearing the soft need in your voice, nanami immediately stands, interlocking his fingers with yours and leading you out into the night. hours later, boneless and fucked out in his arms, he shows you the three missed calls from gojo, with a single text reading:

have fun u crazy kids :-) ♡

and then a second:

you’re buying me lunch tmrw btw sorry i don’t make the rules

[powaite]

How Don't Starve Characters would react to you coming out as lesbian (part one)(Please don't take this seriously)

Wilson: 👍

Willow: That's cool wanna help me burn down a forest?

Wolfgang: I don't know what that means, but is nice

Wendy: No amount of girlkissing will save you from your inevitable demise.

WX-78: FLESHLING, I DON'T CARE.

Wickerbottom: I killed my husband did you know that?

Woodie: I regularly have sex with my axe so who am I to judge you for liking women?

Wes: *Mimes something incomprehensible, it could be a really nice accepting response or a series of slurs, you don't know*

Maxwell: ...

Wagstaff: Due to me being a morally ambigious character, I will not be making a statement on this, as it would not be within the realm of moral ambiguity.

Wigfrid: Very well, let us häve ä feäst tö celebrate this mönumentöus öccäsion!

Webber: OK!

Walani: oh cool just like me

Warly: I accept that, *insert something nice in french idfk*

Wilbur: Ooh Ooh Aah Aah (he is a monkey incapable of speech)

Woodlegs: Looks like I'm not the only one making use of pegs! AHAHAHAHAHAH! (he thinks he's funny)

Wilba: DOST THOU UNPIG FANCY THE FAIRER SEX?

Wormwood: :D

Wheeler: I am violently homophobic.

Winona: Me too.

Walter: That's cool, anyway I gotta go feed my mutant dog.

Wortox: HYUHYUHYU! That's jolly good!

Wurt: ok

Wanda: I know.

Abigail: *Ghost Noises*

Curio Collector: Have you ever ridden a nox? It's like an ox but not.

Battlemaster Pugna: I DO NOT CARE GATEKEEPER, YOU WILL SUFFER FOR WHAT YOU'VE CONDEMNED MY PEOPLE TO!

Mumsy: Baa, alright :)

Billy: There is currently a god threatening to turn you into a swamp monster.

Swamp Pig Elder: My old bones are too frail to understand what that means.

[stellisketches]

Ro’Meave sister OCs??? Can you tell us more about them? So intrigued

EDIT: Oh my god I put this in drafts forever ago cause I was going to draw pictures of them and then completely forgot. I'm so sorry it took so long.

Bro tysm for his ask I've been wanting an excuse to talk about them for forever (warning: this is a long one).

OK SO their names are February and Edelse. It'll be easier for me to cover them separately so I'll start with Feb. I'll start off by saying there's still a lot I'm reconsidering/changing about her, so if this is incomprehensible I am so sorry.

February is the older of the two, and half-siblings with Garroth and Zane and full siblings with Vylad. February several years younger than Vylad, and at the time of the end of season 1 she was 9-12 years old. Even as a toddler, she idolized all three of her older brothers, and while Zane didn't really give her the time of day, she, Garroth, and Vylad were thick as thieves and they would often sneak her out of the castle for classic teenage rebellion shenanigans (mostly just so she could have a few normal experiences before the weight of all the politics dropped on her) and for a while life was sweet. Then Vylad died, and Garroth left for Phoenix Drop without her. The latter of which hit her especially hard, as she often wondered about why he didn't take her with him. In the period of time between those events and season 1, she tried to get Zane to like her more, but that went about as well as you'd expect. However, after she told him about how she had overheard a priest that was secretly expressing disloyalty toward him, Zane began a sort of transactional relationship of what basically amounted to her snitching on anyone who was spouting disloyalty or threatening Ro'Meave reign and him feeding into her need for approval. He took note of her loyalty and even began her training as a possible Jury of Nine member later down the line.

Then he disappeared with the battle of Phoenix Drop, cue more abandonment issues.

She had mostly been trained by Janus and Lillian, and Janus did stick around for a few years afterwards to keep training her until they thought she was good enough and dipped too.

She spent the next few years honing her skills and continued Garroth and Vylad's legacy of sneaking out to ingratiate herself to the common people of O'Khasis. I'll skip a lot of boring stuff including making shady deals with the thieves guild, that one time she killed her fiancé in an arranged marriage, and roping Laurance and Travis into a wacky side quest during Aph's thief arc in s2), the important stuff happens when O'Khasis is invaded. She was in Narhaka when it happened and luckily avoided capture, and when she snuck back in she immediately started raising a rebellion movement with Edelse, who was able to get smuggled out of the castle before shit went sideways.

She ends up asking for weapons from the thieves guild, which they agreed to, however it began to take longer than expected. Then they announced Zianna was gonna be executed and she goes to the Boss demanding weapons and the boss is like "yo are those two guys Ro'meaves" and she turns around and she sees her brothers for the first time in over 15 years. Cue emotional reunion.

Anyways stuff happens she goes with them to Hyria's, finds out the random lord Zane wanted to marry was God (probably the weirdest Tuesday of her life) and goes back to help the rebellion drive the remaining Tuu'la forces out of O'Khasis.

Afterwards, I can't say for possible spoiler. But what likely would have happened would've been her and Garroth having some conflict and resolution about his initial flee from O'Khasis and trying to heal from the abandonment she's experienced over her life.

Now, Edelse; I don't have nearly as much for her in terms of lore because she was a later edition, but I'll do what I can. Edelse's parentage is... ambiguous, in terms of whether Garte's her actual father (partly because I haven't decided). She's definitely treated as a fullblooded Ro'Meave, and Garte would (seemingly) rather it be her than February that takes over lordship. She was born about three or four years after the Battle of Phoenix Drop, meaning she never knew any of her brothers personally. In terms of personality, imagine a mixture of Vylad's total deadpan and Zane's superiority complex (though she's significantly less murdery about it). She was shown to be incredibly intelligent from a young age and has an almost encyclopedic knowledge of military history, strategy, weaponry, and armory (especially those last two, designing weapons/armor is her favorite past time). She usually isn't outwardly hostile with people, however if someone, purposefully or accidentally, questions or insults her intelligence/knowledge she will completely trash their self confidence and read it like it is a pure fact. Also by season 3 she is like. barely fifteen. (Side note: Now that I think about it, if you want a basis to compare her to- think Fives from the umbrella academy. Like a 60 year old in a tweenager's body. That describes her pretty well).

Anyways, she and February can work together when they need to, but they really don't get along that well unless their teaming up against someone (be it small or large scale). Feb tries to beat her up at least twice a month and Edelse has tried to snipe her with a bow and arrow on occasion. Just normal Ro'Meave things.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for trying to keep my small business running so I don't get evicted?

I (52M) am technically a partner in an undertaker's business in a small town. Of course, in practice I run it singlehandedly, as the other partner, my father-in-law (76M), has for many years now been unable to work, owing to his age, deafness, and...having a few tiles missing from his roof, so to speak. He hardly understands what I'm talking about half the time, let alone running a business--though he seems to be able to sniff out when I'm drunk like a damn bloodhound, but that's another matter entirely. For the purposes of this account of my circumstances, suffice it to say that only my hard work, and more importantly my ingenuity, stand between myself, my cat (13F), my father-in-law and my wife (31F), and abject destitution.

Now, in recent years I have been finding it increasingly difficult to make enough money to keep us in business. My wife puts the blame on me, saying the business was thriving when her father was in charge of it, and accusing me of spending too much of what little income I do earn on liquor. Now, I put it to you, if you were in my situation--a highly intelligent and educated man, one who deserves a better life than this, and instead is trapped in this decrepit old house with a decrepit old father-in-law to support (I've offered to take care of him more permanently but my "bitter half" always objects to the idea, for some incomprehensible reason), struggling to keep a failing business afloat, and married to a brainless cow like that who constantly torments me with the caterwauling she calls singing--wouldn't you find yourself in need of a drop of liquid consolation from time to time? And yet somehow she continues to insist that this whole situation is MY fault.

It's a thankless job, you know. I've tried everything. I've attempted a variety of money-saving measures, although my sole employee (59M) has the nerve to get judgemental about that, saying it's "not right" to throw a corpse into the grave and reuse the coffin because he "doesn't like to see anyone buried naked" (what, does he think they'll get cold? They're DEAD, for pity's sake!). I don't know who he thinks he is, criticising my morality, when he's a wanted bank-robber and it's only my generosity and the goodness of my heart keeping him safe from the authorities.

Anyway, I am finding myself increasingly hard-pushed for money. Ultimately, a business needs customers, and we simply don't have enough. My wife's been nagging me about our financial situation more than ever, the aforementioned employee has been ungrateful enough to start hinting at a desire to be PAID, and the landlord (how the hell should I know how old he is? he's a penny-pinching old pig, that's what he is! M) has now decided to start making demands that I pay my rent, which APPARENTLY hasn't been paid for a year, and threatening to evict me. What kind of heartless monster would force an undeserving man and his cat (and wife and father-in-law I suppose...) to live in the street?! It's a cruel, harsh world we live in... But even on the rare occasions that someone in this community conveniently dies and provides me with a bit of money, after spending it on various necessities (the "water of life" being among them, along with the occasional new black suit or Inverness cape--one's presentation and apparel are of great importance, you know!), nothing remains to pay the rent with.

So can I REALLY be blamed for deciding that in the absence of customers, my only choice is to create them? My targets are old men, who likely wouldn't have lived much longer anyway, and I make it appear as if they died in their sleep. I choose wealthy ones so I can get paid for their expensive funerals. They were doing no-one any good just sitting there on all that money. I call it enterprising spirit, but my ungrateful employee calls it a crime. I'm starting to think my cat's the only person who isn't constantly casting judgement upon my business practices. (Even she occasionally looks disapproving--but then, you know how cats are, I doubt it means anything.)

Personally, I think I'm just an entrepreneur of death trying to make his way in this cruel and unjust world. Anyone who has a problem with my methods can go to the devil--in fact, I'd happily send them there myself. Back me up on this, won't you, my dear friends? I'm not TA, am I?

[longhands-the-second]

Trimax volume 2:

Here’s some thought soup.

Turns out I was actually able to wait to read until this week lol. I’m glad I did. I have a feeling this is only going to get more depressing from here on and I’m gonna need the pacing for my mental health.

So just… everything about Wolfwood here. He’s already better realized than pretty much the entirety of 98, I think (<- biased). I said “what the Fuck” out loud several times during this volume which is always fun. I’m going to do a second read before posting this so I can keep my thoughts in better order.

1- It’s at this point I think that maybe I should check the tws for this manga lol. Did this bother me? Not really. Am I scared of the potential now? Yes. Yes I Am. (I see that damn hand gore warning for a late volume and I am Dreading that shit)

Vash just looks so… soft here? I want to squish his cheeks so bad. It’s the power of Loose Button Down at work. A good weapon to have in your arsenal.

I hate it when you can just. Tell he’s making a promise that the narrative won’t let him keep.

On a reread the end of this volume makes more sense. Are they all…? I hope the fuck not.

2- Legato is really just getting more animalistic. There’s something off about him/his survival instincts but it’s kind of impossible to tell Exactly what it is without reading that far ahead. (Speaking of how uh. Explicit is his backstory? Do I need to make myself a nice cup of tea for after I finish reading that volume???)

I really, really appreciate that the gung-ho guns aren’t as one note as I expected. I have to wonder what got them all here, individually?

I wonder what specifically Vash thinks about Wolfwood here, what he knows and what he doesn’t. Is he like, aware that he saw what happened with the moon? Vash isn’t stupid, so I’m sure the thought crossed his mind that Wolfwood could’ve been working with Knives, but he’s also dead fucking set on seeing the best in people. Stay tuned, I guess.

Calling Vash selfish… there’s something there. He does have a tendency to ignore what people want when it comes to this kind of thing- which, yeah, that’s fair when it comes to killing people, but it’s also kind of not his place. Thinking very hard about the other post i saw this week about the end of the last volume.

Another thought that comes to mind is the way Vash thinks he’d just be letting things happen (therefore had some responsibility) in a lot of situations despite it being entirely on someone else. He refuses to just let it be. It makes sense given what happened to Rem, but I still have. Thoughts. He makes me so fucking sad.

The way Vash just fucking shuts down when they threaten Lina. None of them deserve any of this it makes me feel gross and bad.

3- How did he forget about the arm gun. That shit is the most important thing to remember smh

Where’s that one post that’s like “world where guns exist and swords are useless except in the hands of this one guy”

Literally impossible to follow the action but the punchline lands ig lmao

4- god this hurts. He just wants people to live. He just wants to live.

I think a lot of what this is about is sunk-cost, like somebody else mentioned. Digging your heels in further even if you know you’re wrong. I see in the gung-ho guns, Knives especially, but also definitely Vash. I haven’t fully former my thoughts on Vash yet though, i have to see where he goes from here to really make any judgements

God fucking damn it wolfwood. I know it made sense but MAN.

I love how angry Vash is allowed to get in the manga. He can really be scary sometimes.

People can’t change their minds if they’re dead. I think that’s the easiest way to summarize it.

I love how fucked up they are <3

Vash isn’t naive. He’s smart and he’s got years of experience to back him up. I know this. This is proof of it. But damn sometimes he really is incomprehensible in a way that makes me need the reminder.

GORLS

Hitchhiking on nomansland stresses me out as a concept.

5- wolfwood is really gonna rip my heart out isn’t he

“Vash can’t drive” saga (you’d think he’d be good at it given his other skills. Exposure maybe? I doubt he has frequent access to that kind of thing.)

They’re both fucking exhausted and YET-

I need to start a counter of times when i stop to go “oh vash is so pretty in this panel” but it’d be well over half of these posts

THAT IS NOT ONE OF THOSE PANELS

God he’s just zombie-ing his way through this isn’t he

The fucking limp wristed gun is everything to me

The missile is eepy and neebies to sleeby

6- obsessed with this version of home aesthetically.

Vash really just wants to be left alone. Grumpy old man.

Seriously though im in love with this whole setup. It’s beautiful.

It feels kind of illegal to be here though. Like we’re revisiting something that should be long gone. How much is this like the ship he grew up on?

He goes from the breaking point to being so excited to see everybody he’s crying. This physically fucking hurts to read

7- FUCKIN LEAVE HIM ALONE. GIVE HIM A GOD DAMN BREAK.

Literally this chapter makes me sick to my stomach i hate it i hate it

(Side Note, I have some colorings in the works, but it’s gonna be a WHILE until I get them finished. Very excited to share when I do though, I’ve been absolutely losing my shit about the love the others I’ve done have been getting from y’all. I see ur tags and they make my goddamn day. Thank you.)

((Additional Side Note, I am SO fucking excited to get my hands on the wwvd bracelets I ordered lol. I won’t be able to actually wear them for a few weeks though. I had to send it to my parents address. smh my head, man.))

[i-love-sweet-william]

late new year's resolution: giving myself permission to yell without art

Will transforming is always so good but it's fuckin impossible to search because there's no single word/tag for "in which Will looks physically fucked in various UD ways"

(I was specifically looking for someone's vecna!will art recently and I can't find it because I can't search tags with a ! since every post that includes Will and Vecna shows up....byler was just sitting there on the ground and Will was all tall and gangly and had his vines wrapping around Mike (as always) with Mike touching one....like a cursed finger boop......anyway if you know what I'm talking about, send me a link I'm begging)

ngl more than Will transforming and Mike comforting him, I like to think about fucked up Will comforting MIKE. consider:

4-5 — the monster under Mike's bed has gotten good at navigating the Wheeler's house when no one's home/everyone's asleep, but Mike can hear it sometimes and one day he decides "I AM GOING TO CATCH WHATEVER IS IN MY ROOM!! MOM SAYS THERE'S NO MONSTERS BUT I KNOW IT'S HERE!!!!"

Mike is constantly throwing things under his bed when he doesn't wanna clean up so Will has gotten used to Mike just reaching around for whatever he needs and going back to his human business so he like....deadass doesn't even attempt to hide when Mike Does look for him while setting a trap. his mistake. he panicked and wanted to calm Mike down but he overcompensated and destroyed any threatening vibes he might have had.

anyway now he's Mike's cryptid imaginary friend for the forseeable future and they have a sort of Sully/Boo dynamic, in which Mike is just fucking thrilled with this giant cute monster and Will is panicking about a human trying to be all clingy and gross because this is Not how it's supposed to go what the fuck is happening

6-8 — a friendless Mike is having a bad time and his extreme negative emotions yeet him into the UD and demoWill has to wordlessly calm him down and try to figure out how to send him back to wherever he came from. now he has this little human menace riding on his bony shoulders everywhere because Mike's self-preservation skills are nonexistent and he kept almost getting strangled by vines or pissing off packs of demodogs and also Will has to keep him alive without letting him get more contaminated than he already is from breathing the air.

when Mike does get back home, and sort of explains where he was and what was happening, no one believes him and they try to make him process it as a near death experience. I mean he eventually lies and tells people what they want to hear but like he can see evidence of Will following him around on the Other Side sometimes, in the present, not as a trauma filter or waking nightmare but just...flickering lights, temporary marks on the walls, a general feeling of no longer being alone and friendless. when Will is older and stronger, or if Mike has another particularly Bad Time, they'll see each other again.

9-12 — sentient horror Will Byers isn't supposed to be here but he doesn't have good control over his powers yet and he's not sure how to go back and he was spotted by someone while considering his options....which immediately narrowed his choice down to "do not permanently damage this human's brain with my incomprehensible form" so Mike just has a mysterious cloaked friend in the woods for a while (a really shitty cloak!! his wizard robe is pathetic rn but he will eventually gain more control and take a more comprehensible purposeful form, so he can face Mike looking fancy as fuck) eventually Will is gonna walk out looking like a background character from one of Mike's favorite fantasy movies and Mike will lose his entire shit. his ghost friend is cool as hell and he is so glad his mom forced him to go outside that day.

13-15 — Will is in the human world on purpose, has a human appearance on purpose, makes emotional connections on purpose......but it can't last forever. he has to take frequent trips to the UD to get the proper nutrients/energy to survive. if he doesn't return on time, he'll start losing his appearance or just sorta melt out of this dimension. which isn't really a threat to his physical health or anything, but having someone Witness it could definitely be detrimental to that Emotional Connections thing.

anyway Will often gets a lil too caught up in spending time with Mike and has to make a quick escape. one time when he realizes it's time to go Mike interrupts, Will blatantly fails to come up with an excuse, byler get in a mild argument about lying which wastes even more time, and then they faces the consequences of their affection (affection meaning Will not wanting to explain in order to keep Mike's mental health intact, and Mike wanting to know what's wrong because Will always seems like he's in fucking peril but never explains)

not that Mike ends up caring after he starts to understand the situation, but bro he thought Will was fucking dying or getting abducted by aliens or some shit in the middle of having an actual fight about Will "disappearing" like he was just not having a good time. Will chilled him out tho. and also now he can show Mike more of his capabilities

I will type about aus until my hands fall off......

[that-sims-four-blog]

Next slice on the pizza plate:

Oh my fucking god. Kirk is gone—offscreen too, what the hell!

No, seriously, there was no warning that he was dead. What the fuck? At least I did appreciate the Check Neighborhood Stories option on the mailbox...

HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO PREVENT THAT FROM HAPPENING??????????

*placeholder title theme* And now, on tonight's episode of Leeb, Leefuh, Love:

One day, Lars had a really scary nightmare. He went to James, and got some advice, before sharing the fear by screaming incomprehensibly at him. Dressed up in the cloth decorated with the coloring imitation of unripe olives, Lars Ulrich, trembling in fear as the thoughts of the nightmare slowly took most of him over, enters the residence of Makoto Yuuki.

The jocularly created imitation of the Metallica drummer briefly paused the terror-influenced line of thinking upon the entrance of the house. His claws reached for the grey-colored wooden gate of the Door's bungalow. Gate slowly maneuvered as the former tennis player pussyfooted into the residence. Then, the cognitions inspired by a mental vision inspired by the English-written textual fiction compositions and opus of Howard Phillips Lovecraft and, a likelihood of perchance, an anonymously écrit Stück von théâtre—the persona of the auteur is unknown—titled The King in Yellow returned upon the conscience functions of his brain.

Confronting the similarly created and alleged imitation of the Persona 3 (and its derivations) character, Lars greeted him, asked for advice, before screaming at him.

Makoto screamed at him back, too—so began a bit of a feedback loop.

Thankfully it didn't last long before two "AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"s, and soon Lars went back to the Metallican—their home.

No, I am not sorry for writing in the fanciest style I could muster. Come on, I'm sure that Mitsuru Kirijo managed to get away with sprinkling French and other foreign words in her manner of speech—how come I can't do the same thing that a fictional character could? I have read The King in Yellow—the short story collection specifically—and I'm sure that the style is way posher than that, being written in 1895 be damned.

Right, so, Lars is back home. That's decent. Sometime later, they were greeted by this guy:

Yes, that's that key-sword (was it called that?) from Kingdom Hearts. Very threatening, I must say.

Lars didn't have a great time with that guy, whoever he was—I had forgotten his name. I think he was James' co-worker...

Papa Het playing Grand Theft Auto V?

That's something you don't see, let alone think of every day.

Later that day, Lars brought Makoto out to the lounge for a talent show thing. He didn't give a reason why, aside from to embarrass themselves for giggles.

Not much to write about, honestly, aside from Makoto buying himself and Lars some Thai milk tea... and according to the mood bar, it's alcoholic. Alcoholic Thai milk tea. Huh. I didn't know that existed and saying that as some nerd living in That Place, that's... something. Interesting, I suppose.

Also, Makoto took a picture of some guy.

I think he sang a shoddy cover of "Baka Mitai" earlier.

...Is there a mod that allows Sims to sing that song in Simlish?

An unspecified amount of distance away, his sister (I am going with that for now) is living in a house near the coast—what was that world with the lighthouse called, I wonder?

So, yeah—Kotone and Fuuka are living together. They're roommates. Hmm, that reminds me of that one picture that I have lying on my computer... Ah, there it is.

But what will they do together?

...

To be continued!