#from she-wolf to martyr

[poebrey]

gonna write a whole thing someday about how characters of color who clearly have a history of trauma or mental health issues aren’t given consideration or acknowledgement in the fandom imagination

[birbhouse-doodles]

Being super extra about painting a particular d&d character part 2: electric boogaloo

[cuckette]

NYMPHOMANIA !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. daddy-daughter incest, femcel reader :3, reader wants to get raped so she talks about that, dub-con for like a paragraph, suicidal thoughts, awful thoughts in general, tiny bit of somno, threats, spanking, slapping

note. HAII :3 back on my femcel shit… god i rewrote this like 15 times and restarted over and over so i hate this 😭 it’s clunky so ignore any mistakes!!! feedback n rbs always so appreciated <3 was thinking of og4 leon but.. honestly idk atp !! anyway sorry again for the slow decrease in quality in this .. title has nothing to do w the fic ack ok bye :3

tumblr removes fics that use, for example, tw non-con and any nsfw tags in general from the tags. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

There are two things you want to get off your chest.

You are not, under any circumstances, ugly. Your face just takes getting used to. (This is a cope.)

You have a crush on your dad. No excuse for this one. Cupid is a conniving bastard. That’s that.

These might not seem like related issues, but they most certainly are because being ugly is hard, and having a crush on your dad is equally as hard.

You’re a sweet girl, you didn’t choose to come out ugly, it’s not your fault you turned out this way. It’s unfair, but ultimately no one meant for it to happen

(Well, you hope no one meant for it to happen unless someone had a vendetta against your mother and cursed her firstborn. She’s an irritating lady, you can see why someone would do so.)

You won’t even be the kind of below-average woman who marries a mediocre man to have mediocre sex to make mediocre kids to live in caustic mediocrity. You have one friend, she’s an online friend, and she might be a lonely old man. To be entirely honest you would prefer that. ‘Cause that would mean someone out there wants to creep on you.

If you weren’t ugly, having a crush on your dad would be socially acceptable. That’s why daddy-daughter porn spans pages and pages and pages of Pornhub. Everyone loves to watch a busty, blonde slut on her dad’s dick. If you didn’t have a crush on your dad, being ugly would be perfectly fine— No, that’s wrong.

Being ugly is never fine. Being ugly is on the same level as being a rapist. Being ugly in the presence of people who are objectively not ugly is, like, worse than being a rapist. ‘Cause all the dudes in high school were rapists in the making. Ted Bundy-style shit.

Grope an ugly bitch in the bathrooms and she wouldn’t speak up, and if she did— She just wouldn’t actually. Would be burnt at the stake Salem style. Hung. Crucifixion perhaps. Ugly girls aren’t good enough to die like martyrs did, however. Especially not ugly girls who cry wolf.

Why on God’s green earth would a hot guy go out of his way to slap a freaky-looking girl’s ass, right? Got girls lined up down the halls waiting for him to sign their perky tits, he doesn’t need to rape. It must be wishful thinking on her part, right? A wet dream she took as reality.

Why would you say that? Do you want to throw what he’s worked for down the drain? Accusations like this, they’re not jokes, y’know that? He’s got a scholarship, college wouldn’t take something like this so lightly.

Aw, you miss her. This goth chick in senior year. Your sorta friend. When it all went down and she had nowhere else to go, you invited her over because you’re a nice girl with no nefarious intentions. None at all. When she lay beside you at night, and she opened up, and she thanked you for believing her, you totally did not have your hand in your panties. And you totally did not rub yourself raw while she spoke about it in excruciating detail. You did not treat her rape case as erotica.

The dude got away with it of course. He was on TV the other day in fact. NFL. Baltimore Ravens. Still stupid hot. God, you wish it was you he picked - wouldn’t have told a single soul. Would’ve sucked the sweat from his jockstrap without complaint.

You’re too repulsive to be touched or raped, and you’ve learnt to live with that. Passing out in alleyways would result in rapists who frequent the area to avoid those very alleyways. Only your hand knows the cushiony softness of your tits, the wetness between your legs, how great your mouth feels— Only your dildo knows that, but you can imagine it’s good. You’re a total catch. A nympho. Men love nymphos when they’re pretty, which you are not. So you’re a nympho without the sex appeal. So in other words you are a pervert. A degenerate. A fucking freak.

It’s time to start sticking your fingers down your throat. ‘Cause that’s what gorgeous girls do to achieve that grave-robbed look. Heroin chic. Modelesque. It’s all the same type of beautiful. Emaciated and sickly. Dead girls are the sexiest ‘cause they can’t say yes or no and if there’s no no then it’s a yes. A nymphetic loophole of sorts. Men love dead girls that double as nymphos. Unfortunately, you are well and alive. Walking into traffic seems like fun, but you would be classed as roadkill, and it wouldn’t be tragically beautiful, just embarrassing to get scraped off the concrete like that. Even in death, you would be ugly because you are ugly to your very core. Your bone marrow is so ugly no scientist would want to make stem cells out of it, polynucleotides so deformed— You’re ugly. No need to wax poetic about it. Nothing poetic about being ugly.

Dad is the closest a human being can get to perfection. A divine image. Michelangelo is, like, dead and gone. David should've died alongside him. Dad deserves to take his place in the Accademia Gallery. With the way people gawk at him, he might as well be art. You’re surprised he doesn’t sell tickets to merely exist in his presence. He’s hot like a Calvin Klein model, and mom is hot like a regular model. Due to how you’ve turned out, you have a few qualms with your mother.

Like, what the fuck happened to you in her womb? Did someone take a mallet to one side of her belly to ensure her child came out as asymmetrical as one can be? A lack of nutrients maybe? Was she dieting during the pregnancy? Did dad fuck her too hard? Busted her womb up or some shit.

It simply might be that two rights make a wrong.

Or you were a tester before she popped your siblings out. Little ichor-filled putto. They were child models, scouted in their diapers, and you would stand behind your mother and the cameraman so hurt you couldn’t even feel jealous. Now they’re all grown up, fully-fledged erotes, and they’re working and doing all this shit you still haven’t managed to get a grasp on. Navigating the world as an ugly bitch is terribly hard.

Rape kinks are developed, dads get crushed on - awful, terrible things happen when girls are ugly and alone and unable to leave the comfort of their bedrooms.

Pretty girls have daddy issues that are dealt with in standard pretty girl fashion - finding emotionally unavailable, salt-and-pepper-haired men to fill every hole, including the one in their doll hearts. The thing is pretty girls don’t go for their dads. ‘Cause a lot of the time dads are gross. Dads do not look like your dad does. And to be fair you don’t exactly have daddy issues. Your dad is present and he doesn’t hit or shout or do anything out of the norm. Maybe this is a you issue.

It is a you issue, not even an ugly girl issue or an any type of girl issue. It’s your issue and yours alone.

It is your issue that when Leon asks what you want for dinner you almost ask for his hand around your throat or his hand in marriage. Either would be fine. Both would be preferred.

Severing your relationship would be even better. Goddamn, girls with absent fathers are lucky. You wish he was anything but your dad— It’s just that if you weren’t his daughter, dad wouldn’t ever look your way, he would pass by you like every man does.

Dad is a busy guy, and he’s a strange guy in the sense that he’s never really bothered with you. He loves your sister, and he loves your brother. But everyone loves those two. You don’t think he likes you very much, you can deal with that. Doesn’t mean you have daddy issues ‘cause no one likes you very much. So it’s a you issue and you should try harder.

Leon’s home early today. He’s collapsed on the couch, withered into himself like he always is after business trips. Mom said not to disturb him. You don’t. Then you do. This is like crack to you. Dad.

More specifically, dad without mom hovering over him. Dad’s sleeping so your brain is not stewed by his intense gaze. It only ever lingers on you for merely a second, but your stomach flips like you’ve got appendicitis and your legs spread involuntarily.

He’s a light sleeper, you’re well aware. He’s also a living, breathing Ken doll so you don’t put much thought into it when you reach out to ghost your fingers along the bridge of his nose. So pointy it could pierce your clit. Your clit. His nose. Oh, it could work so well, you want to grind yourself to mush against it.

Until dad shifts, he’s so beautiful up close you almost forget he’s real, not a wax figure. You trace the straight edge of his jaw, then thumb his petal lips, dragging your pointer finger over the fuller bottom one to push the tip into his wet mouth. Your dad is a slut. ‘Cause he sucks for a good second or two. Heat licks at your insides. You might vomit. His spit glistens like cobwebs when you take it back. That hand is shoved down your pants. That finger finds your clit, uses what spit is left to get it nice and wet. Which is totally unneeded, you’ve been soaked since god knows when, your pussy doesn’t know when to quit.

Feels good knowing that a part of dad is in you, his spit pushed into your hole. You’ll give him something back, it’s only fair, you smear your slick on the spot you traced. His tongue pokes out, likely to combat dry mouth, it swipes along his bottom lip— He tastes you. Heat engulfs you, chars your body from the inside out, the scent of rotting meat is in your nostrils.

Dad tasted you.

Holy fuck. You sit there with a trembling smile, staring down at him and he does not rouse. Shit, you’re creepy and you know it, but you’re not stupid. What other chance do you have? You unzip his old shearling jacket, underneath is that compression shirt that fits him too well. You map out the ridges of his abs, the slight dip between his pecs, every hard line that makes up his body. He smells so sexy, lavender and leather, must be some sorta pheromone ‘cause all you want to do is drop your face into his tits to bathe in that scent, to have it stick to your skin. Shit. Holy fucking shit. You’ve got a sex doll instead of a dad. That explains the distantness. He’s made of silicone.

The door clicks the moment you find it in yourself to click open his belt.

“What're you doing?” Mom ruins everything. She’s had it out for you the moment you formed in her womb. “He’s sleeping, don’t disturb him.” She says tersely, placing her Coach Tabby on the coffee table.

“He was cold.” That’s why his nipples are peaking, piercing the fabric of that shirt. Should be illegal to wear that in public. He’s asking for it.

“Yeah?” She asks, unconvinced, bending down to unclasp her heels.

“Yeah.” You stand up, dad’s indirect kiss on your cunt, shoot her a nasty sneer before you scuttle away to your bedroom for the rest of the day.

There are stairs that creak and stairs that don’t. You hang around down here at midnight often so you know the right path to take as to not alert your parents of your presence. They’re speaking about you.

“—be careful around her.” Truly, you hate your mother.

“What is there to be careful about?” Right? You tell her dad.

“Just, just be careful. She doesn’t y’know.”

“She doesn’t what?”

“She doesn’t get off her ass, she doesn’t talk to anyone but, well, I don’t know actually, she doesn’t talk to anyone at all.” You could pretend and say it hurts, but it doesn’t. There’s nothing insulting about the truth.

“What’s that got to do with me?”

“You’re a guy, she doesn't talk to guys.”

“We don’t talk much either.” Dad is too stiff to make conversation, and you collapse anytime he breathes in your general direction.

“Yeah, but, Leon.” Mom sounds exasperated, but she’s not getting her point across well. She should know better, dad’s skull is thicker than cement. “I’m worried.”

“What, for me or her?”

“Her, obviously, I don’t want her to… I want her to get out, like, I want her to do stuff,” mom sniffles, she is so putting this on to make dad feel guilty. “It’s so hard to watch your adult daughter just sit in a room and do nothing all day, Leon, she’s like a big fucking baby, why is she like that?”

“Babe,” he coos, and your knees buckle.

“Go talk to her.”

“What?”

“Go talk to her about it,” Mom repeats, voice shaking. “She doesn’t listen to me.”

They go back and forth for a few minutes, and then dad sighs and says fine. You make haste back to your hovel that doubles as a bedroom, crawl into bed and try to look natural.

Leon clears his throat before he knocks, when you don’t answer he pokes his head in. He says your name and you stir, sheets taut to your body as you peek up at him.

“You should open a window in here.”

When you don’t respond, he sits at the foot of your bed, looks around and nods. His gaze is scathing. Not purposefully. You just take it that way.

“Dinner’s ready,” he lies, then he leaves. His perfume lingers, and you touch the space he was sitting in, his warmth remains.

The day after that, you’re in the living room, tuckered out after mom forced you to help her with the groceries. You’re not cut out for this sort of life. The living sort of life. You were made to rot.

“Door wasn’t locked,” Leon says when he steps in, he puts his keys down, shucks his jacket off, tracks mud halfway down the hall and into the kitchen.

“Your shoes, Leon,” Mom groans, “she came in last.”

“Oh, sorry,” you say absentmindedly. If it doesn’t include tits or dicks or pussy it is none of your business. You have enough energy to keep up with one thing and that is your porn addiction. Groceries really took it out of you.

“You should be careful, rapists might come in, murderers or some shit.” Leon is speaking to your mother. Not you because he has seen your face and he knows very well that an ugly girl like you would survive out of sheer ugliness.

Mom snorts, “I think you’re the scariest thing that could walk through that door, honey.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, huh?”

You’d like to know what that means too. Well, you get the gist, ‘cause you’ve heard all those stories. Dad and his wandering hands.

“You know what that means.” The sound of lips smacking is enough to have you feeling sick, dizzy as you cling to the walls and make your escape. “Did she leave— Quit it, Leon— Hands off, can you go talk to her, please? Properly this time.”

He forgets to knock this time, or he can’t bother to knock. Dad sits in that same spot, he opens his mouth and closes it about five times.

“Mom’s worried about you,” Leon says robotically. “You good?”

“I’m great.” Your tone is unconvincing, but he clearly doesn’t care enough because you're his dirty little secret. Not in a sex way. You would do anything for it to be in the sex way. Dirty little secret as in the ugly kid he chooses to ignore purely because you’re ugly. Dad doesn’t like ugly girls, you know that. He doesn’t think they’re worth a second glance, even a first glance is too much. Dad is superficial and his love is plastic.

These are all things you’re making up in your head based on assumptions. This is how all attractive men think. Ugly girls aren’t worth rape, dirtying your dick in ugly pussy sounds like a hassle. If you were pretty, you wouldn’t fuck an ugly guy. Even as a self-proclaimed ugly girl, you still wouldn’t fuck an ugly guy ‘cause they’re gross, and it’s not like they want you. Ugly guys shoot high and aim for pretty girls. Duh.

So you get it. Honestly. Whatever. Dad doesn’t like you. That’s okay, you don’t like him as a dad anyway. You love him like an obsessive lover. A hallway crush that stars in your late-night rape fantasies. And you’re fine like this. You’re so fine.

“Can I… Can I actually have a hug, dad?” You muster up what is left in your hollow heart to ask him that. It’s a big deal.

Leon blinks at you, levels you with his blank stare. He’s so handsome you want to blow your brains out, it’s an easy feat because you’re always looking for reasons to blow your brains out. Every straw is your last and yet you’re still here.

“Sure, sweetheart.” Dad opens his arms, and you crawl towards him, head on his shoulder as his arms loop around your waist. Oh, god, you will your heart into giving out. Dying right here in dad’s arms is ideal.

He holds you so gently it’s brutal. He crushes you with the weight of his loveless love. Dad’s so good at pretending you almost think he cares.

“Can you… I want to stay like this.”

“Uh, sure, sweetheart,” Leon calls everyone sweetheart. Sweetheart is his default. Sweetheart ranges from Auntie Ashley to babysitters to lifeguards and retail workers who aren’t getting paid enough to deal with some old man making eyes at them. Not that anyone minds dad’s attention. It’s fucking unfair. Mom is babe, and your sister is baby, and your brother is buddy or sport or tiger or whatever shit he pulls out of his ass. And you’re sweetheart because you’re not important to him. His firstborn daughter is not important to him ‘cause she’s ugly. More of a specimen than a human.

You would do anything to keep him here.

“Dad?” You whisper into his neck.

“…Yeah?”

“I want you to…” Your lack of life flashes in front of your eyes. Bedroom. Bedroom. Porn. Bedroom. Porn. Porn. Dad. Not much. What have you got to lose? “I want to— I want to fuck you.”

Dad is silent. Then: “Oh.” He never makes the move to pull away, so you sit snugly in his grip for a few seconds longer.

“I— Dad, I touch myself thinkin’ about you.” Your stomach ties itself into a Gordian knot.

“Yeah, okay, why don’t we— Yeah, fuck, I see what she meant, okay. Wow, that’s a lot. Sweetheart, why… Listen.” Dad says a whole lot of nothing as he takes your hands off him.

“Please… I love you, dad. I really like you— I know it’s weird, dad, I do, seriously, I know, but please I just… I just like you.” There is no explanation for it. “Dad… Daddy.”

He full-on winces. It’s like you’re being flayed. Something inside of you just— Just shatters. Not your heart ‘cause it’s pumping more blood than it ever has. Fragments of your sanity splinter into even smaller segments until there is nothing left but nauseating levels of mental disturbance.

“If you don’t…”

“You seriously trying that right now?” Leon scoffs, and he’s so cocky you get hot under the collar.

(Between your thighs too, but that’s a different story.)

“Yeah, I’m serious— If you don’t… If you don’t do it- do it with me, I’ll tell mom you… I’ll tell her you raped me.” In actuality, you would never tell mom if daddy raped you. You would treasure it, keep it in a heart-shaped locket and think about it when you get off twelve times a day. Getting your pussy reamed by dad’s cock would fix you right up.

“Don’t— Are you okay?” Leon smacks your hand away, his tone is even.

“You do it too— I know you’ve done it, I know how you and mom met.”

His face drains, pallor yellowish. “That don’t… That’s different.”

“How is that any different?” Different ‘cause he’s hot and mom is hot. Leon passed it off as a drunken mistake and they end up getting together. It’s not rape if the perpetrator is a hottie. You agree, but still— It’s not fucking fair.

“‘Cause I didn’t do this.” Leon gestures abstractly.

You kiss him, hands braced on each of his tits, digging your fingers into the meat to feel him tense and harden like he’s wearing a chest plate. “You’re so hot dad,” you whine into his mouth, and Leon is quick to push you off, your wrists in his hands. Makeshift handcuffs.

“Listen, sweetheart,” Dad is using his dad voice. It’s like porn to you, only makes you wetter. “I don’t like hitting girls, but you’re givin’ me a damn good reason.”

“You can hit me, daddy.” You offer your face to him, stretching your neck forward, closing your eyes as you wait for the impact. It lands firm on your cheek, his fingertips catching the tip of your nose. Fuck that felt good. Shit. You think you’ve creamed your panties. “Again, dad, hit me again—“ He does. Harder than the last time. Your head knocks backwards, and your brain must have a dent in it.

Dad puts you over his lap and you’re so sure you’ve entered the pearly gates. Or the innermost circle of hell. Probably that ‘cause Jesus Christ are you steaming.

“I hate stupid little sluts that try it out on me,” Leon drags your sweats over the swell of your ass, “Do you have a dick?”

“What, dad— No!” You tell him, more mortified at his question than you are by your bare ass under his palm. Fuck— You’re so wet it’s disgusting, dripping down your thighs and surely staining his lap. Thick like treacle.

“No? Were you gonna rape dad with this stupid cunt?” Oh, you hope he spanks your pussy. Porn makes it look delicious. “You look like you might have a dick with that face of yours.” He traces the seam of your cunt through your panties. “Or is your pussy just fat?”

Good fucking lord.

“Dad…” You arch into him, only to have a hand come down on your left ass cheek. One. Two. Three. They all hurt bad as each other. Four. “Ouch!” That one hurt real bad. Five. You feel like a naughty child. This is not as hot as you thought it would be. More dull and embarrassing. Not even the good kind of embarrassing.

Leon puts you on your knees, the hand wrapped around your jaw forces your lips into a pout, and you think he is going to kiss you— God, you close your eyes and wait for it, lean into him, shit you’d pop your leg if you were standing up. He spits in your face and it trickles down the bridge of your nose.

“Got me dirty with that filthy pussy.” Dad speaks offhandedly, he speaks to you like you’re dog shit. Not dog shit stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Just dog shit on the side of the road. Like the sort that bothers you enough to complain about it, but it doesn’t ignite any real anger.

His hand remains tight on your jaw, then he drops it to fish his fat cock from his pants to slap the drippy head on your cheek. The sound ricochets off the walls. Hits you like a bullet. Holy fuck. Dad really just did that. You giggle, batting your lashes up at him as pretty as an ugly girl can, and he grimaces so it can’t be pretty.

“Christ, you nasty fuck,” Leon snickers at the look on your face, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Daddy,” you whimper, nosing the tip of his dick, he smells so good you want him in your mouth, “I jus’ love you lots.”

“God, I hate ugly little freaks like you.” He said that already, no need to rub it in. Another slap of his cock on your face. Your heart beats for him and him alone. “You know what I think?” Dad guides his cock into your warm mouth. “Shit, that’s good— I think your mom is a liar.”

His dick is all you’ve ever wanted. It’s heavy on your tongue, though the longer you suckle on the tip, the weightier it gets, and he’s wet. Dripping all over the place. You must get that gene from your dad.

“‘Cause I don’t think,” he grunts, palm resting on your forehead to push you off his shaft, “I don’t think I could make a kid this ugly.”

“No,” you say breathlessly, “No, you’re my dad, my daddy.” Crouched down below him, you lave over his balls, putting more effort into this than you have done with anything else in your life. Gargling dad’s balls is your best work. Nothing else you have to be proud of.

Your pussy is pulsing, shit has its own heartbeat, you drop your hand down to soothe your poor cunt, rubbing figure eights into the bulge of your clit over your panties. It’s not enough, you push them to the side, your fingers slip a couple times, not enough, only dad’s fingers are enough, only his cock will plug up your leaking hole.

“Get off me,” dad instructs, and you might be glued to him, but you detach yourself immediately. “C’mon, stand up.” You use his thighs as leverage, standing on shaky legs that threaten to give out at any second. He takes your shirt off. “Cute tits gone to waste,” dad sighs like it’s heartbreaking. “We could've done something about it, y’know? Could fix your face right up, just had to ask daddy.”

“Really, dad? I want to be pretty, daddy, I want to be pretty for you, you never call me pretty— Daddy, I want to be pretty, please.” You clasp his shirt, and he brings you into his lap once more, raising your legs to slide your panties down so you’re free bleeding on his lap. Free bleeding without the blood. Just good old pussy.

“Messin’ with you, sweetheart, can’t fix that dog face,” dad coos to you tenderly, and the plain-as-day insult flies right over you. Dad could get you to sell both your kidneys if he keeps talking to you like that. “Just gotta live with it.”

You have. You have lived with it. That’s what you do. Live with your ugly face. You could die, that’s an option, but you choose to wait it out. ‘Cause dying is pretty scary no matter how much you want it. And Leon’s dick is hard beneath your pussy so there are things to live for. The world isn’t all cruel.

“Up,” he taps your lower back, you raise your hips and he presses his cock to your stretched hole. Toy after toy after toy. All to ready yourself for dad. When you sink down on him, your body convulses. It’s the sweet release of death. Or an orgasm. Fuck. Dying on dad’s cock is— You haven’t died on his dick, he fucks you through your high, feet planted firmly on the ground as he thrusts upwards, dick angled just right.

Heroin is meant to be good. You’ve seen Trainspotting. Better than any cock— You don’t believe that for a minute. Unless he’s leaking smack straight into your pussy, numbing your walls. Could be that ‘cause god— You’re not really thinking, not that you think much, when you decide to shove your fingers into his mouth.

“Daddy, can you taste me?” You ask him, giving a languid grind of your hips down onto his cock, you regret it immediately ‘cause it’s so good your cunt squelches loudly. “Do you taste me, dad? Dad—“

“Yeah,” Dad says, muffled, “Shoving your fingers down my fuckin’ throat, you little psycho, ‘course I taste it.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Daddy looks so pretty with his lips wrapped around your fingers, you fuck them in and out of his pink mouth, his tongue runs along the length of your fingers like he’s sucking a nice cock. Treating your fingers better than you did his dick.

Daddy’s splitting you in two. He fucks you without a care in the world. ‘Cause he doesn’t care about you. One-time-use pussy. You’re disposable like the gloves you get with box dye. Like a plastic spork. His cock is so deep he might as well tear open your middle and fuck your guts. Leon grabs your hips, forces you up and drops you down. The air in your lungs has no time to build up— You grasp at his shirt, bouncing in his lap like you’re a fleshlight, and you would be so happy with that title. Dad’s personal fleshlight. It makes you giddy.

Leon’s cock twitches inside of you, when he lifts you off of him, your pussy clings to the tip, holding on for dear life, insistent on milking daddy’s dick, taking every drop of his cum.

“Daddy…” Your head drops to his shoulder. “Please, daddy, am I pretty? Can you call me pretty?”

His hips stutter, and you don’t have to see his face to know he hesitates. It’s a struggle to call a girl like you pretty. “You’re so pretty, sweetheart.” Then he dumps his load so deep— So deep, you warm to the thought of having your daddy’s baby. You already fucked so why not go the extra mile?

Dad doesn’t kiss you, but he lays you down and tucks you in like he never has before. “Your mom’s worried.” He goes back to the topic at hand and you groan, covering your face with a pillow. “Hey, we can, uh…” Leon scratches his head. “We can y’know…” He shrugs, glances down at you. “Can do that if you try pulling your weight a little.”

The promise of your dad’s cock is enough to have you applying for every job in a thirty-mile radius. Dad’s cock is a fix for an ugly girl like you. You’ve got a pussy only your daddy could love, and you think you’re more than okay with that.

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A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing.

Summary: He's a wolf in sheep's clothing. You're the sacrificial lamb. (What it was like.)

Warnings: Wolf and lamb imagery, mentions of sexual interactions, one of them being Non-Con... I think?("Making love", "fucking", "thrusting".), naivety, mentions of murder and blood, killing Lucy Gray Baird, being a Trophy wife, lies, mentions of breeding, being trapped in a marriage, getting hunted, guns, mentions The Hunger Games, mentions hanging(Sejanus' death), rebellion, being a shell of yourself, being tied up, getting rid of a body(Lucy Gray), toxic relationship, controlling!Coryo, Coriolanus' being 'bony'.

Fem!Reader.

I'm trying something new with my writing.

He lured you in.

He was one of the best Academy students and the only power he had was his name.

He spoke with you over open and discarded books, spewing with his charming words.

Sweet naive you.

He pressed soft kisses to your lips and thrusted in a pattern that made you see stars. Cosmic. Making love.

He was kind to your family, he was kind to your friends. He cared for you.

°•°•°

He was a mentor in the tenth Hunger Games, his tribute was Lucy Gray Baird. He helped her win, cheating for her from behind a screen while you supported him without knowing what he's done.

He was caught, and his punishment was becoming a Peacekeeper. Originally for District 8.

You threw a fit in his bedroom, crying and crying over again, begging the universe to not separate the two of you.

Dependent.

His hands held your face as he looked between both of your eyes, his own going back and forth. Left and right.

"No, you wont." He sounded so firm, but his voice still held the softness he could only have for you. "I'm going to 12. I will make sure to see through with it. You will go to 12."

And like a lamb led to the slaughter, you did.

°•°•°

You watched him beat a man, defending Lucy Gray like she was still his responsibility. You swam in the lake with him, holding onto him and laughing without a care in the world. You broke down with him after Sejanus' death. You stayed in the cabin with him and Lucy Gray.

The three of you planned a future that would get you all killed. You spoke the same words that had your dear friend, Sejanus, hung in front of a galore of witnesses.

Murdered.

Martyr.

You were oblivious to the way Coriolanus was cracking, something finally going off in his brain. He broke down.

He revealed what he's done. He told you both about Sejanus. He's why Sejanus Plinth, Bobbin, and Mayfair are dead.

Backstabber.

Murderer.

Lucy played it cool, keeping her calm as to not draw suspicion.

She grabbed your arm and a basket, making it seem innocent as she told him the two of you were going to pick katniss.

"Lucy Gray," He stared as she opened the door, a bright smile on her face as she gripped you tighter. "It's still raining."

"Well, we're not made out of sugar." And with that, she pulled you out. The two of you walked together until you were out of sight from the cabin windows.

And then you heard him.

Screaming, yelling, gunshots, running.

Cat and mouse.

Snake and bird.

Wolf and lamb.

Lucy Gray was dead beside you, and Coriolanus Snow was her killer. You were on the ground, your lover on top of you, tears spilling from your eyes as you stared at your lifeless friend. Coriolanus' hands dug into the plush of your body while he forced you to stand, holding your wrist with one hand while dragging Lucy with the other.

Back at the cabin, you were bound enough to where you couldn't run, but watching as Coriolanus wrapped up Lucy Gray's body and dumped her in the lake you all swam and laughed in just days before.

"No loose ends." He repeated to you as he forced you into the cabin, tying you to the bed the two of you slept on. "Besides you. But you won't tell anyone, will you?" He asked softly, wiping your tears and pushing back your hair.

You shook your head repeatedly, breathing heavily and staring at him with wide eyes.

"Good." He let out a breath as a smile grew on his face, now caressing one of your cheeks. "Good girl."

He leaned in and kissed you, ridding you of your clothes while you cried. He wasnt sweet. He didn't kiss the tears away, they just seemed to egg him on. This was not making love. He was fucking you while you were vulnerable.

×

You didn't get to leave Panem. You didn't get to run off and live a fairytale.

Coriolanus brought you back to the Capitol, solidifying you to him by announcing your engagement to him.

He didn't stop. Not even when he moved in with Sejanus' mourning parents, not even when he killed them.

Not even when he became the president, and you the First Lady.

You were both in your twenties, living better than you used to.

Coriolanus was no longer bony, no longer hungry. He no longer wore the clothes his cousin, Tigris, would make him. His hair was no longer buzzed like it was when he was a Peacekeeper, and his personality was different than when he was eighteen.

You're still intimate. You live, work, eat, sleep together. Your womb is warm for his seed. You're married by Panem and Capitol law. But you are not partners. He is the dictator. You're the trophy First Lady. You dress exactly as he likes. You act exactly as he likes. You move exactly as he likes. His word is law. Yours is nothing. And every moment you are his, you wonder what it would be like to not have to dance to his puppet strings.

He lured you in.

Sacrificial lamb.

[abbatoirablaze]

Surrogate Luna Master List

Being an unmated omega after a certain age is dangerous to a pack, especially when you have no prospects of a mate.  Alpha Potts hid his daughters away from most of the other packs to ensure that they remained pure, but things changed when Alpha Stark took over their pack. 

And Pepper Potts younger sister did what was best for the pack when Alpha Tony Stark mated her sister. 

He agreed to let the Potts Pack merge with his, so long as she became a tribute to the omega program where unmated alphas of higher status can choose them to provide them with heirs to their packs. 

Cinnamon has taken the oath that will allow her pack freedom within Alpha Starks empire. 

But she didn’t realize the cost.

Chapters

Finally eighteen

The First Alpha

Steve Rogers

Surrogate Luna

Split Pack

The Rogers Pack She Wolves

Poisoned

Threat Of Exile

Drugged

Truly Alone

Time Doesn't Heal All

Forced To Your Knees

Bow To The Alpha

Star Crossed Lovers

Martyr

Feral

The Sigma

The Summit

The White Wolf

An Open Promise

The Start Of A War

Under The Light of A Full Moon

Together Again

A True Alpha

Love And War

The Diversion

Traitor In Their Midst

Under Attack

The Final Frontier

Endings Beginnings

Chapters will have individual warnings, but there will be darker elements within the story including: manipulation noncon relationships, cheating, abuse, violence, etc

[anteroom-of-death]

Teacher's Pet part 17

Synopsis: The Doctor muses on the nature of what he could do, the reader is a willing accomplice to her own life.

A/n: first off, I'd like to thank @queerconfusionthings on the slightly darker tone of this chapter and our long talks about 12, it changed this chapter. You get me in a way precious others do...and to all my readers, yall are best. To my mutuals, I'd die for you. Especially those who don't share my needs here. Love u.

It started to border on experimental. So many untapped valleys and choices he could make now that his pet fawn was solidly by his side, and now bound to leave him, no matter how dire the situation or how many red flags or fears the ghosts of his past could bequeath to her. (Y/N) was firmly in his grasp. Perhaps indefinitely.

There were certain thought experiments that were hypothetical that he was taught at the academy. How to not just bind a weaker species to your mind not just in mind, but in blood. The facets of addiction was the singular universal trait of all sentient life in the cosmos. He admitted that he was becoming as addicted to her as she was to him, and those nasty substances she would take.

He was of half a mind to remove their influence on her body and substitute them for him. As they walked through Kew Gardens, he mused on that. Take the urge that crippled her for drinks and cigarettes to the point of clouding her thoughts at times, bind those starved out brain cells to the idea of him. The swap from nicotine and ethyl alcohol to the Doctor would he fairly easy to do.

Ultimately, after she flashed him a smile and kissed him on the cheek before heading to the loo, he decided against it. For now.

She was getting beyond handsy…almost to the point of him being begged to fuck her in public. Maybe the switch was happening naturally. The addiction to the physical was clearly getting stronger…

Wouldn’t he be so lucky?

He’d have another full-scale rifle in her mind soon to assess the current situation!

Maybe he was more like the Rani than he’d previously assessed…

Wouldn’t that just choke the life from Missy? Her precious parallels dashed in the face if him ending up much more like their estranged friend turned mutual foe.

Whatever the case in this poorly-plotted and infinitely nailed-out love story he was crafting, the Doctor was sure of one thing. His reputation as the universe’s biggest savior, it’s self-inserted martyr needed to stay intact. Missy knew to some extent. Missy could feel and reveled in his own self-corruption at the hands of this mere human.

Missy would, even if she wanted to escape, keep this secret. Their rivalry and comrades and millennia-long bond, despite how fucked up it was, or how many times they’d kill or fight one another was iron-clad.

Honor among thieves or something…

The idea of some sort of vivisection briefly clouded his vision as he saw her exit the toilets. She was beaming. She held her jacket in her hand and her teeth caught in the light.

He decided against that idea.

There were opportunities endlessly flowing out.

“Hey, I’m absolutely starving!” She pulled him by the ties on his hoodie. “Do you want to go to a pub after this? There’s got to be a really good one that does a lovely roast dinner or something.”

Totally clueless, totally obvious to the danger she was in. So fine-tuned to weird shadows and knew when a human man on the street was up to no good. She didn’t know that the real predator was getting the aglets of his hoodie flicked around.

Poor her. Poor little fawn. Fully in the wolf’s maw and her neck was already snapped. Lost in the too-dark woods, separated from her herd. Only the guidance of that would come had made a meal of her. And was toying her corpse out further…

He felt his cock stiffen.

Maybe he would take her tonight. Just until bleeding. See how far her dependence on her would go. Maybe degrade her a bit.

If he could, he would. Wasn’t it his right?

He did own her, after all. Everyone from the team at UNIT to that last scrappy remnant of Torchwood saw her over-the-moon, fully-tethered ache for him…

They all picked up on something far more grasping than mere companion in their relationship. He wasn’t risking her life and breaking her spirit on planets far outside her home solar system. A dark, full-bodied compatriot. An equal lover. Perhaps they would arrive at the conclusion of his idea of settling down on Earth.

Not like their human opinions mattered in the end…

“Yes, of course.” He returned her eager, lavish smile with one of his own.

He slammed these thoughts back in the dark chest that was his mind. For now he’d just play with her hormones and her mind. Just put them at maximum. Continue this charade.

Keep everyone and everyone in the dark…

It was a great rest of the day, a butterfly landed on her arm. She delicately picked it up to rest on her finger and it stayed put as if she was her own form of magic. The little insect crawled around and she led it to rest on his jacket.

“He’s probably picking up the sugar scrub I used last night.” She rationalized.

“Or you’re just preternaturally sweet.” He let out the cheesy line as it flicked itself off his being and flew into the air. She shot him a bemused sideways glance. When she finally got it off her finger and it was firmly on his being she slightly shook her head and rolled her eyes.

Obviously, it didn’t take a liking to him.

It’s instincts were far better tuned.

He took her to the closest pub. It wasn’t doing a roast dinner that night. She was put out, but ordered chips with a gin and tonic and some little sandwich thing.

His Earth girls really loved their chips.

Maybe that was his type? Little, bold Earth girls with loud minds that could devour nothing but chips for all eternity and be perfectly happy doing so.

He could live with that…

She went out for a cigarette and he mentally made contact with Missy.

She ‘picked up’ the mental receiver.

‘How goes London, you filthy old man?’ The words shot into his mind like an icicle from a roof.

‘Fine, just curious, how much attention did you pay to Professor Hedflonhorzthenethar’s lessons on groove-making in lesser species?’

‘Rapt, Doccy. Why?’

‘Send me your memories, I’ll Amazon a tuba to my office.’

Another betrayal of the morals he started this regeneration with…

‘Let me see you do it. I’ll only do it if you do it now and let me look through your eyes!’ It was sharp, it felt like she was beside him shouting it.

He gave her permission to see through his eyes. He sighed and whipped out his phone, ordered a tuba and closed up the connect to his eyes.

The entirety of her memories regarding the lessons pinged into his brain like an email or perhaps a text notification…

His little fawn slid back onto the barstool next to him as Missy closed the line…

‘Don’t break her yet! I want to be her friend! I’m so lonely!’

He could still feel her teasing pout lingering in his brain. Perhaps she left it as a taste of his own medicine.

“The night’s getting cooler.” (Y/N) informed.

“Pity, you’ll need to cover up.”

Her mind was clearly projecting images of her taking him to the toilets and fucking him in the stall. Loudly.

Her mind was wandering, she kept admiring the line of his brow and the way his fingers crossed over as he held the glass of Fanta he was slowly sipping. She needed him in ways that would shock perhaps even Captain Jack Harkness or perhaps that smaller, dark shadow that used to follow him around, John Hart was his name?

A pathetic kicked dog that craved the Captain’s attention…

Just like him and Missy.

He shook his head at that particular parallel.

Probably the advantage of dating someone in her profession. She knew what was avant-garde in sex!

Or at least for a human of her time period that had never been off-planet…

The Doctor let his mind wander into hers. Despite her clear projection, he wanted to see exactly what the damage of the last night was. She was chattering on about a philosophy book she picked up for between clients and for downtime at work. She completed it and wanted to share her critiques of it and her ways she’d probably improve upon the messages. As well as what she liked from it- she wasn’t all kvetching, no appreciation, after all.

In all honesty, he loved the wild tangential spin she loved. He felt some remorse about how deeply he had rummaged in her brain. She still was, in a sense, her own. Just now permanently entangled in his web. Like a rat in a glue trap, but only she didn’t grasp how sticky the glue was…. She was fully mentally tethered. He’d have to be more careful, he didn’t want to lose her, or push these experiences too deep. Losing this spark of ingenuity and tired vivaciousness would be a sin worse than anything else.

He swallowed another sip of his Fanta.

It seemed a bit shaken, but he swept those away. Kept them as salacious afterthought. Bonded the memories from today that were pleasant to her already aching neurotransmitters. Amped up her hormones a tad bit.

Anyone around her, even a stupid human could probably hear her mind now. It was both very intrigued by the subject matter of the book but also so desperately needy for her Doctor. He could feel her aching cunt and body responding from here. Anybody with a pulse could probably get her drift.

He'd probably, if anyone was sensitive enough, have to start beating them off with a stick!

That could be fun, lure her further. Let her know that she was only safe with him…

He ran the possibilities and scanned the bar, seeing if he could play any games.

Sadly not.

He decided against that for the moment.

Especially since something told him that she’d have precious little trouble fighting for herself. Unless he purposefully put her mind in a state of freeze, he doubted that a pub brawl based on her appearance would faze her. She, like most human girls, had been numbed to that sort of violence.

She’d probably have to come in and save him, by the looks of a few of the other patrons here…

He dissolved that idea. He couldn’t risk breaking his promise to her and regenerating on the spot if she was frozen, meant to witness. His superior genetics and all that may come with was no match for a gone-to-seed ex-rugby player nor someone who clearly worked security. As he finished his assessment of the crowd in the pub.

His mind games would have to play out in other ways still…

Just adjust the plans that he had. And take in the information Missy had pinged him.

The illusion of free will still reflected true, right?

His old pal, Plato did some allegory with a cave…sadly he wasn’t paying attention when the man was speaking. Missed the point, invented a self-lubricating spatula for flapjacks.

Oops.

He’d never say he was depriving her of that outright, no too controversial. Too salacious. Guidance, yes. A dual corruption arc? Definitely.

Daddy knows best, rung through his skull. An old line he told Kate about the poison to kill the Zygons…

Paternalistic? Yes.

How could he not be? A human is so young and weak compared to most species out there. Let alone him and his!

After all, he was her teacher. Her educator.

These thoughts, mixed with how strong she was fantasizing about fucking him, and her natural allure…he was shocked that he wasn’t bursting through his trousers, exposing himself to all to see.

He'd fuck her tonight. Not only did she clearly need it, but if he didn’t give in, he would probably act out.

He had fully surrendered himself to current path he was on. Yes.

He’d not destroy her entirely. Take away what enchanted him to her. That would be a sin graver than killing her outright. She had goals and dreams. They had discussed at such at length. He’d let her have those. So long as she’d never stray from his clingy side.

He half-wished he could summon a past version of himself, or perhaps a future without risking too much. Just to confer and pass back ideas.

All he had was Missy.

Or to sneak off and search for the Rani.

And they’d destroy him with zealous help.

No! He was alone in this path. Only solace was Missy and her enjoyment of his fawn and petty need to be good and please reform for her release. He walked his path utterly alone.

The evening wound itself up. The Doctor had to pounce. To claim what little of his fawn lay left unclaimed. Ruin her forever. Claim her indefinitely…

He paid their bill and ventured into the night.

A pep laid in his step, his cock still semi-stiff. He’d destroy her to rebuild her.

Teacher’s Pet.

He’d have his fun next term. Make her into a professor’s aide. Push her servile nature to him into a possibly public place. Show her off, perhaps even.

But for now? He was about ready to explode. His balls ached, and his hearts were full.

All in the name of love, right?

Or obsession…

Either way, still to have someone as alluring with such a firm form like (insert a description of your body, reader…) and a mind as hard in her ideals, but so easy to toy with?

Ecstasy…

[saintchaser]

"are you scared of the future?" dorcas asked. it was the night of the full moon; a lonely wolf let out a pained howl in the distance, of grief and feral. "and what it may bring upon us?"

"no," marlene's scoff was quiet, almost as if she did not want to ruin the sanctity of the moonlit quiet of their room. "i'm ready for this; i was ready ever since i wrote my name on dumbledore's list. this is what i want to do, dorcas. if i am to die for it, then so be it. i die a martyr, i die knowing i did right."

"but dumbledore's not right either, is he?" she chuckled, staring at the ceiling, as if it could give them the answer. "he's just the lesser damage. but look at ourselves, marlene. the world around us is bitter, grieving; we don't know whether we will join them or be the ones they grieve for. don't you find that strange?"

"yeah, i do. i don't know."

"it's weird, how we don't get the time to reflect about anything these days. how we don't get to see each other, how we're all straying further apart, but trying so desperately to hold on."

"i haven't thought about it like that; i guess, deep in my heart, i thought we'd never part ways. and the only people that have died were people we knew from passing. i didn't grieve for them, but their families did."

"they did, didn't they?" dorcas whispered. "and then, after we die, what then? we grieve for each other like mad, and let the darkness consume us? will we die together, our legacy buried with us? there are countless possibilities for what could happen to what we used to be, to us."

"what i know, though," marlene said, and her lover could taste the smile on her lips, "is that i will love you to my dying breath."

they kissed that night, ghosts of death against each other.

[skyflyinginaction]

List of K Project names meanings master post

Remember when someone did a post to explain what the meanings of the names mean with the characters? Well, I am putting it here in this post. 

The analysis and meaning of the names had already been done before but this post is about compiling all the meanings of the character's names here. I do not take any credit for the translations and the meanings belong to the original translators I am putting it here for reference.  I put their name meanings here in case someone is struggling to name there k project oc this is used as a reference to help. 

The Silver Clan: White Rice Party 

Yashiro Isana (伊佐那 社)

Isana (伊佐那), i (伊, that one), sa (佐, assistant, help) and na (那, what?). Yashiro (社, shrine)

Yashiros are temporary shrines set up for deities, this is a reference to how the body known as ‘Isana Yashiro’ (who is, in fact, Hieda Touru) is just a vessel for the silver king Adolf K. Weismann and not his true body much like how yashiro's body is temporarily used for a vessel for his soul. 

His surname Isana (伊佐那) is derived from Izanagi (伊耶那岐命, Izanagi-no-Mikoto) and Izanami (伊耶那美命, Izanami-no-Mikoto) this is a reference to the twin heavenly deities in Shinto mythology who gave birth to the islands and made Japan and other Shinto deities of Japanese and represent life and death. This references his real identity as the first Silver King and the founder king being responsible for the birth of other kings

life and death play a part in Adolf and Claudia, which infers How Adolf became the silver king cursed with immortality after Claudia's death forced him to live while his sister was dead. 

Besides being named after Izanagi Shiro’s last name has further significance in the story,  Isana can be a play on his airy nature but refers to his amnesia in the story and his kind personality before regaining his memories.

Adolf K. Weismann

His real name “Adolf” comes from the Germanic name Adalwolf which means “noble wolf” and "wise wolf”, indicating both his nobilty in German myth wolfs are connected to kings and rulers which references his status as a king. This might infer the term "lone wolf” reference to his loneliness Of being selected as the king cursed to live as his sisters exiled himself from the world out of fear because he doesn’t want to involve himself with anyone that he eventually has to watch die yeah he doesn’t-have it off easily.

His initial K is a reference to the title of the series 

Weissmann is a German surname meaning “white man” referencing to Shiro being the silver king.

His nickname “Shiro” can be written as “white" in Japanese. The term used for “Silver King” in Japanese, (白銀の王, Hakugin no Ō) has the character for "white” (haku,白) while “gin” means (銀, silver) in Weismman “Weis” means “white” in “German”, This references that Shiro is the first king the silver king. 

Claudia Weismann

The name Claudia means "lame” or “crippled” but could probably be named after Saint Claudia, the Martyr of Rome who was mentioned in the New Testament, this can reference the impression that Claudia gives off that of the image of “the lost saint” and to how she She died saving Adolf life from falling debris from the bombing raid. 

Claudia references Izanami as one of the creator gods in mythology She Along with her brother was in charge of the research of the slate that created the kings Izanami’s death references Claudia’s own death.  

Neko “Miyabi Ameno” (雨乃雅日) 

Ameno (雨乃), Ame (雨, rain), no (乃, from). Miya (雅, gracious. elegant, refined) and bi (日, day, sun).

Neko’s first name Miyabi(雅日) came from Wakahirume no mikoto (稚日女尊, Wakahirume-no- Mikoto.) the kanji “稚日女尊” is miswritten as "雅日女尊” since 稚&雅 look alike. Wakahirume is a weaving deity who served Amaterasu, says Susano threw a horse skinned alive into the room she weaving startled she fell off the loom and pricked herself by the shuttle of the loom this frightened Amatarsu she hid in the cave. this could reference to how Neko used her powers to change his memories hence hiding him from the other clansmen while preventing him from coming out of his metaphorical cave and how she hangs around Shiro. 

the kanji can refer to how she is considered good-looking by the cast with sensual curves and her her bright sunny disposition.

Neko’s surname Ameno derives from Ameno Uzume (天宇受, Ameno Uzume) with the kanji changed. Ameno Uzume is the goddess of mirth who danced naked to draw Amaterasu out of hiding in her cave this is a node to how Neko is seen naked in the series and her role in drawing Shiro to come out of the metaphorical cave that he puts himself in. in the Kojiki it described her as “made the deities laugh” I think this can reference to how she brings Shiro happiness. 

surname means “of rain” This is a reference to Neko’s love of baths even though she is a cat and rain is used to describe the sadness in her lonely life before she met Shiro 

Neko’s name makes the beginning and end of Amatarasus's hiding along with the disaster due to the sun refusing to come out.

Kuroh Yatogami (夜刀神 狗朗)

Yatogami (夜刀神), Ya (夜, night) to (刀, sword, knife, blade) gami (神, god). Kuroh (狗朗), Ku (狗, dog) roh (朗, melodious, clear, bright, serene, cheerful).  Kuroh’s surname Yatogami comes from Yato no gami (Yato no gami, 

夜刀の神 ) are snake deities in Japanese folklore that are a symbol of enjoying peace and prosperity under a benevolent ruler but also have the power to kill a person and an entire family if someone sets their eyes on them. they are expelled from this original dwelling land the man who expelled them defied them and worshiped them at a place called Yashiro.  

this references Kuroh's backstory, the deities rumored to bring familial extermination to anyone who saw them notes to how Kuroh is seen as an angel of death by his family and shunned by his own family after the deaths of his family, then his aunt and uncle. Like Yatogami he had to leave the place he grew up with and later ended up with Yashiro Isana like the Yashiro of the tale

the last kanji in his name refers to Kuroh's personality being honest, calm, and bright, the first kanji in his name means "dog”, and the pronunciation of “kuro” alone means “black in Japanese this contributes to his nickname “black dog”. 

Kukuri commented that their names Kuro and Shiro are like Othella this plays into K focusing on contrastionals with the two main characters referring to it.

HOMRA

Suoh Mikoto (周防 尊)

Suoh (周防), Su (周, circumference, circuit) oh (防, protect, resist). Mikoto (尊, noble, exalted)

Mikoto (尊, Mikoto) is taken from the full name of the deity Susano-o no Mikoto (素戔嗚尊, Susano-o no Mikoto). Mikoto is named after the kami Susano, he is Amataerasu’s little brother and was originally in charge of the storms and seas he is known for his violent temper that caused problems, and was expelled from the heavenly realm. This refers to Mikoto's most prominent qualities as the red king being violent. Mikoto can reference his charisma as something he had before he became king

His last name Suoh (周防) comes from an old Japanese province of Yamaguchi Prefecture that is dedicated to a red tortoise in the Nihon Shoki and is well known for its chopper ore (a red color) in the Shoku Nihongi This is a reference to Mikoto being the red king and his hair color. the Yamaguchi Prefecture harbors the Tamanoya shrine that enshrines the creator of the Yata mirror and Yasakani magatama I find this fascinating that it references Yata and Anna from the Red clan. 

his surname refers to his quiet kind nature in which he wants to protect others around him.

Izumo Kusanagi (草薙出雲)

Kusanagi (草薙) Kusa (草, grass, pasture, write) nagi (薙, mow down). Izumo (出雲) Izu (出, exit, come out, put out) mo (雲, cloud). 

Kusanagi is named after the sword of Kusanagi (草薙剣, Kusanagi-no-tsurugi) one of the three imperial regalia of Japan which the sword itself represents valor. It's a sword that has a connection to Mikoto as with the legend that the sword is seen in the body of the servant that Susano slayed and presented it to Amaterasu to settle an old grievance. Kusanagi being named after a divine sword is a reference to his combat ability to how Izumo is the second strongest in Homura. 

Izumo is the name of a shrine (出雲大社, Izumotaisha) that worships Susano's son, Izumo might refer to his role as an information pathway to Homra and his additional role as the one to clean up his clansmen's messes. 

Totsuka Tatara  (十束多々良)

Totsuka (十束多) to (十, ten) tsuka (束, bundle, manage, control). Tatara (多々良) ta (多, many, frequent, much) tata (多々, very much, very many) ra (良, good, pleasing, skilled)

Tostuka is derived from the sword of Totsuka (十束剣, Totsuka-no-Tsurugi) the sword of the kami susano the blade that Susano uses to slay the serpent. Also used by Izanangi to behead his son Kagutsuchi who is the kami of fire Kagutsu's death marked the beginning of death in the world. The sword was taken by the underworld when Izanagi came to visit Izanami the sword is made of metal a part of the element of earth connected with death. his name is from a kind of sword alludes to his hidden strength, and his role in Homra the peacemaker, and the beast tamer. 

Tatara is derived from the tatara method of iron making, the tatara method uses iron sand dread old iron ore and smelts it in a hot fire. There is an old Japanese saying that those who work in Tatara iron making welcome the dead this is because dead bodies in Japanese lore represent the element of earth and iron metal is purified earth. The amount of dead in tatara works was said to increase during the purification process. iron is created from the dead and in the case of the sword also creates more dead people, while poisoning those who work with Tatara with death. his given name is an obvious reference to his overall personality and many hobbies 

His entire name is closely connected with death with his given name dead from Tatara and metal/earth and with the beginning of death in the world and underworld from Totsuka no Tsurugi.  His name shows that he is created to die in some respects and his death was meant to be a catalyst for what happened with Homra 

Yata Misaki (八田美咲)

Yata (八田) ya (八, eight) ta (田, rice field), Misaki (美咲) Mi (美, beauty, beautiful) saki (咲, blossom, bloom)

Despite the different kanji the word Misaki is used seen with how Misaki (御先, Misaki) can translate to vanguard also a term used to call small-scale divine spirits who are subordinates to high-ranking deities appearing as the deity's omen or messengers. Misaki is a homage to the Hinomisaki shrine (日御碕神社, Hinomisaki Jinja) which is a shrine and lighthouse, the upper shrine is dedicated to Susano, and the lower shrine to Amaterasu notes on how Yata is the vanguard of Homra. 

his given name Misaki could be a play on how he doesn’t think before he acts more often than not ending up in all sorts of messes, his given name is revealed in a short story yatas mom named her children after plant theme.

the Yata comes from Yatagarasu (八咫烏) the three-legged crow sun incarnate and a symbol of guidance.  Yatagarasu is the three-legged crow that guided Emperor Jimmu on his eastern expedition and is also said to live in the sun. 

Yatagarsu is the misaki of Kumano no Ookami  (熊野大神, Kumano no Ookami) also known as Susano o. This is a callback to how Yata is the vanguard of Homra serving under Mikoto and later Anna. 

Yata is named after the mirror of Yata (八咫鏡, Yata no Kagami) one of the three imperial regalia in Japan the mirror represents honesty and wisdom. this notes how Yata is straightforward and honest about his emotions and his growth and maturity in the series. Yata’s name is connected to Fushimi Yatagarsu and Sarutahiko is known as guides of high-ranking diety both of them have names from guidance kami and are said to pave the way for the rulers. a clever reference to their relationship and their relationships with their respective kings.

eight is a lucky number in Japanese, which may be why he's been lucky so far hasn’t been gravely injured or near death, and rice fields are a source of food which is why he is so full of energy. 

Anna Kushina (櫛名アンナ)

Kushina (櫛名) Kushi (櫛, comb) na (名, name, distinguished, reputation)

There is no meaning of Anna's name in Japanese but someone did make a post that might guess her name could come from the  Christian Bible Apocrypha [Gospel of Jacob] What is Anna the mother of the virgin Mary Anna is known as a woman dressed in red which is annas signature color when she joins Homura and is regarded as a mystic which references Anna's powers of clairvoyance. 

Anna’s last name, Kushina (櫛名) comes from the kami Kushinadahime (Kushinada-hime,櫛名田比売) She is the wife of the kami Susano with is associated with Suoh Mikoto. She was originally going to be eaten by Yamata no Orochi the eight-headed dragon but Susano slew it with Totsuka's sword after making a deal to save her in return for her hand in marriage Susano turned her into a comb to hide while he slew the snake she is named after Kushinadahime who was saved and married subsequently by Susano. 

much like her kami counterpart Kushinadahime, Anna was rescued by Mikoto who is the counterpart for Susano. the snake, in fact, is Mizuchi, Mizuchi is based on the Orochi in mythology his kanji is a Japanese homophone of the water dragon.  who kidnaps Kushina and he kidnaps Anna and makes her a king through his experiments. Anna’s ability and relationship to sync with Mikoto seem to represent the close relationship between Susano and Kushinadahime. Like Totsuka and Kusanagi her name is chosen because of her counterpart connection to Mikoto's counterpart as a close support of his 

Kushi might be a reference to her short hair, "na" is connected to her position as Homra clairvoyant and later red king.

Honami Kushina (櫛名穂波)

Honami’s name (穂波) means “waving heads of grain”, it's mostly like she's a stand-in for Kushinada-hime’s elderly parents who asked for help from Susano. Kushinada-hime mother was a farmer and the goddess of an early harvest and gentle affection, gentle affection is associated with Honami 

Rikio Kamamoto (鎌本力夫)

Riki(力,power, strength, strong, strain, bear up, exert) o (夫, man, husband). Kama (鎌,sickle) Moto (本, base, root, origin).

Rikio’s name is similar to the deity Ame-no-tajikarao (天手力男, Ame-no-tajikarao) with having the same kanji. Ame-no-tajikarao removed the cave door Amaterasu was hiding and pulled her out returning light to the world after she hid from Susano. He is said to have Herculean strength and the kami of power and sports this is a reference to Kamamoto's strength and how he gets Yata out of a depressed funk to get him to save Anna.

Saburōta Bandō (坂東三郎太)

San(三, three) ro (郎, son) ta (太, thick, big). Ban (坂, slope, hill) do (東, east)

Bandou is the old name for the Kanto region of Japan also refers to the Bandou Sajuusankashou (坂東三十三箇所, Bandō Sanjūsankasho) a series of 33 temples in the Kanto region dedicated to the goddess Kannon the personification of compassion and kindness also related to the Japanese daimyo named Satake yoshishige who went by the name bandou tarou this is where his entire name comes from. thinking about this it feels unlikely since Bando is considered petty by the rest of his clansmen but he has a strong sense of loyalty and compassion towards his fellow clanmen even Shohei points out his kindness. 

Shōhei Akagi (赤城翔平)

Sho(翔, soar, fly) hei (平, level, even, peaceful, flat, board) Aka (赤, red). gi (城, castle) 

Shohei’s surname Akagi is named after Akagi Mountain (赤城山), a stratovolcano with lava domes. the mountain itself is deified at Akagi Jinja at the base of the mountain. 

his name comes from two navel ships the Akagi, and the Houshou (鳳翔).

Masaomi Dewa (出羽将臣)

Masa(将,general) omi (臣,retainer, subject) De (出, out). Wa (羽, feather)

Dewa’s given name from Dewa Sanzan (出羽三山, Dewa Sanzan) combination of three holy mountains and Dewasanjyodaigongen (出羽三所大権現) which is the veneration of all three mountains on top of Mount Haguro that are important in Buddhism and Shinto also shugendou.

It is said that Hachiko son of Emperor Sushun under the guidance of Yatagarasu was led to the mountains and then he deified them.

Yō Chitose (千歳洋)

Chi (千, thousand) tose (歳, years) ta (洋, an ocean, the East (Orient), the West (Occident). 

His last name is Auspicoius also the name of a shrine in Hokkaido, the deified kami is Ichikishimahime (produced in the trial of pledge between Amaterasu and Susano) and Toyoukehime offspring of of Wakumusuhi. Whom Izanami bore as she lay dying giving birth to Kagutsu.

his given came from the navel ships Chitose and Chitose Maru. 

Kōsuke Fujishima (藤島 幸助)

Fuji(藤, wisteria) shima (島, island) ko (幸, happiness, good luck). suke (助, help, rescue, assist) 

His surname Kosuke can be a reference to his good nature in how he helped others and how he helped Eric out of his situation.

His surname came from Fujishima Jinja (藤島神社) in Fukui prefecture which deifies the military commander Nitta Yoshisada the great military commander during the Nanbokuchou period of Japan.

Eric Sōlt‎ (エリック・スルト) real name Eric Surt

Eric grew up in Europe and his name is an English name, though the way his name is spelled in Japanese "スルト" is the same Japanese spelling for the Nordic god Surtr who plays a major part in Ragnarok carried a flaming sword and his flames with engulf the earth live in the fire realm, Muspell. this references the knife that Eric carries and his red aura.

Genji Kagutsu (迦具都 玄示)

Genji (玄示)Gen (玄, mysterious) ji (示,show), Kagutsu (迦具都) Ka (迦, sword) gu (具, ingredient) tsu (都, capital)

his first name meaning can reference how little people know about him except in flashbacks mentioned by other characters.

Kagutsu’s surname comes from Kagutsuchi (迦具土, Kagutsuchi the kami of fire, he was the child of Izanami and Izanagi his birth killed Izanmi in his rage Izanagi to the sword of Totsuka (also the Ame no Ohabari no Kami,天の尾羽張) and beheaded and dismembered Kagutsuchi. eight pieces of his body became eight volcanos. the death of Kagutsu started the cycle of death in the world. This pertains to the fiery imagery associated with Homra much like his counterpart, Kagutsu’s death was the first major death of the king, and his death by Habari Jin the blue king after which the sword was named. his presence had a huge impact on the events and characters around him.

Secptor 4

Munakata Reishi (宗像礼司)

Munakata (宗像) Muna (宗, religion, sect, denomination, main point, origin, essence) kata (像, image, statue, picture, figure, portrait). Reishi (礼司) Rei (礼, salute, bow, ceremony, thanks, remuneration) shi (司, officer, boss).

his name Reishi alludes to his position in Sceptor 4, being their boss. 

Munakata is named after the three Munakata goddesses (宗像三女神, Munakata-no-kami) that were enshrined at Munakata Taisha in Fukuoka Prefecture.  the goddesses were born when Susanoo made an oath with his sister Amaterasu, during this oath, she took Susano's sword purified it broke it with her teeth breathed it out the goddesses and their names are Tagorihime-no-Kami, Tagitsuhime-no-Kami, and Ichikishimahime-no-Kami who are the Munakata goddess. The Munakata goddesses are the goddesses of the sea and protectors of sailors and sea travelers. this fits well into his role as a protector using his blue aura to safeguard 

the water imagery of Scepter 4 is meant to contrast with homras fire imagery 

Seri Awashima (淡島世理)

Awashima (淡島) awa (淡,light, thin, faint, pale, fleeting) shima (島, island). seri (世理) se (世, world) ri (理, reason, logic)

Seri’s name notes Seri is more level-headed than the captain and the only sane one.

Awashima’s surname comes from Awashima no kami(淡島神), the second daughter born of Izanagi and Izanami but was deformed and not considered a god and set out to sea. She helps safe sea travel she is based on the kami for a woman known as teh protector of woman who blesses them in mythology.

This is noted that Awashima is the only woman in Sceptor 4 in combat. and how Scepter 4 is related to protection Her given name Seri comes from Suseri hime (須世理姫), daughter of the god Susano who was known to have helped her husband 

Ookuniushi the deity of Izumo Taisha passed a harsh test on her father. Ookuniushi was the ruler of Izumo Provance is the counterpart of Kusanagi Izumo note both Kusanagi and awashima's relationship in the series as the clan's second heads. 

Saruhiko Fushimi (伏見猿比古)

Fushimi (伏見) fushi (伏, bend down, bow, cover) mi (見, see, hopes, idea). Saruhiko (猿比古) saru (猿, monkey) hi (比, compare, race, ratio) ko (古, old)

Fushimi comes from Fushimi Inari (伏見稲荷) the grand shrine of inari, and is the daughter of Susano. Although a fox it can also take the form of a snake/dragon a water deity. Fushimi has strong connections with both Susano who is Mikoto’s counterpart and sea imagery which is represented in Sceptors 4. 

Saruhiko’s name references Sarutahiko Ookami (猿田彦) leader of the earthly kami a symbol of strength, guidance, and martial arts. who guided Ninigi, Amatarusu's grandson who came to earth with the three scared treatures later enshrined at Fushimi Inari Taisha later in the myth the god Sarutahiko died by drowning. the sacred treatures are connected to homra which are based on the sacred three treatures. Sarutahiko is related to the Yata name Yata no kagami is also connected to Sarutahiko, fushimi and yata are both named after kami of guidance, their frequent use in vanguard-like positions shows that they are both people who pave the way or guide the way.

the name Saru was given to him by his father In the story because he mentioned his son looks like a monkey which he himself hates to be called because it reminds him of his father. 

like most Scepter 4 people he's named after a Japanese naval ship

Fushimi Niki (伏見仁希) and Kisa Fushimi (伏見木佐)

Fushimi (伏見) fushi (伏, bend down, bow, cover) mi (見, see, hopes, idea). Niki (仁希) Ni (仁, benevolence) Ki (希, to hope)Fushimi (伏見) fushi (伏, bend down, bow, cover) mi (見, see, hopes, idea). Kisa (木佐) Ki (木, tree) sa (佐, assistant)

Niki Fushimi is named after Ninigi (瓊瓊) he appeared in the story coming to earth with the three scared treatures and being guided by Sarutahiko his son's name and is married to Konohana Sakuya the namesake of his wife. 

For Kisa Fushimi, Konohana sakuya (木花開耶姫, Konohanasakuya-hime) is the kami who was the inpiration for Kisa’s name. In the story, she was sent to marry Ninigi and had three children with him representing mountains, fire, and water. Her older sister Iwanaga-hime was originally supposed to marry Ninigo but was rejected the lives of the humans would be sort as the cherry blossoms, this bares some semblance like the story where Kisa married Niki solely for his talent nothing else, and how ayas mother hates Fushimi mom 

there interconnected to fushimi in a way as seen in there myth how the charcater in the myth are interconnected. 

Oogai Aya (大貝阿耶) 

Oogai (大貝) Oo (大,big) Gai (貝, shell). Aya (阿耶) A (阿, to flatter; to pander to the ridge (of the roof); eaves) ya (耶, question mark)

the kanji for ayas name is a reference to the story of the kami Sarutahiko Ookami, while he was fishing off of the coast of Azaka he got his hand stuck inside a large clam and drowned. her surname references the clam that Sarutahiko was stuck in.

Her name Aya (阿耶) is taken from Azaka (阿耶訶), the place where Sarutahiko drowned. This is a reference to how her presence in the story is meant to drive a wedge between Fushimi and Homra

Himori Akiyama (氷杜 秋山)

Himori (氷杜) Hi (氷, ice) mori (杜, forrest), Akiyama (秋山) Aki (秋, autumn) Yama (山, mountain, hill)

Akiyama was named after Akiyama no shita Biotoko (秋山之下氷壮夫) the kami of autumn frost. 

Yūjirō Benzai (弁財 酉次郎)

Yūjirō (酉次郎) Yu (酉, the Rooster, the tenth of the twelve Earthly Branches) ji (次, next, order) ro(郎, son), Benzai (弁財) Ben (弁,  valve, petal, braid, speech, dialect, discrimination, dispose of, distinguish, conical cap) zai (財, property; riches; wealth)

Benzai is named after Benzaiten (弁財天) one of the seven deities of good luck and the goddess of water 

Ryūhō Kamo (劉芳 加茂)

Ryūhō (劉芳) ryu (劉, weapon of war, logging axe, kill en masse, peeling (paint off a wall, etc), sparse, faded) ho (芳, fragrant, virtuous, beautiful), Kamo (加茂) ka (加,add, increase) mo (茂, lush, luxuriant)

Kamo is tricky because there is not a concrete reference of a deity he is based on but here is about the possibility of what he was named after. 

one is that he could be named after Kamo-no-ōmikami  [迦毛大御神], also known as Ajisukitakahikone is the deity of agriculture and thunder is the son of okuninushi, and takirihime one of the three Munakata goddesses and father of a rain kami when he was a child he screamed so loudly he had to be put in a boat and sailed around japan until he calmed down. That's the most likely possibility due to how it's related to Munakata and the water imagery and the short story of the crying baby in the manga, and note that he was a father. 

Andy Dōmyōji (道明寺 アンディ)

Dōmyōji (道明寺) do (道,road) myo (明, bright) ji (寺, temple)

his name is not a Japanese name but it might be based on someone, his name Andy is a shortening of Andrew, a Christian saint who was originally a fisherman. Her surname 

Doumyouji came from Doumyouji Tenmanguu (道明寺天満宮) a large shrine in Osaka that enshrines the Tenjin god of scholarship, the ancestral kami of the Izumo clans, amenohohi one of the male children produced during the trail by pledge between Amaterasu and Susanoo 

Tatsuya Enomoto (榎本 竜哉)

Enomoto (榎本) Eno (榎,Chinese hackberry tree) moto (本, blades of grass and tree trunks     falcons) Tatsuya (竜哉) Tatsu (竜, dragon) ya (哉,how, what, alas, question mark, exclamation mark)

His surname is taken from  Enomoto-jinja (榎本神社) in Nara the kami who inhabits it is Enomoto kami and the currently enshrined deity was considered to be Sarutahiko the god who died by drowning. 

his given name means dragon, dragons are noted to be associated with water hence the water imagery of Sceptor 4 

Daiki Fuse (大輝 布施)

Daiki (大輝) Dai (大, big, great) ki (輝, brightness) Tatsuya (竜哉) fu (布, cloth) se (施, out)His given name means “alms” in Buddhism 

the act of giving people things with a loving heart there was a shrine named fuse (布勢神社) in the Okayama prefecture 

Ren Gotō (五島 蓮)

Gotō (五島) go (五, five) to (島, island) Ren (蓮, lotus, water lily)

his surname comes from the Goto Islands (五島) which has an ancient style of sacred Shinto song and dance the goto kagura.

his first name is a reference to Buddha, the lotus is the flower that bloom for the buddhas birth a beautiful flower that blooms in the mud said to represent to be how bodhisattva’s save people from a dirty world.

Akira Hidaka (日高 暁)

Akira (暁, daybreak) Hidaka (日高) Hi (日, sun, day) daka (高, tall, high)

Hidaka is named after the Hikohohodemi no Mikoto (日高日子穂穂手見命) a hunter who descended into the sea and ended up marrying the princes of the sea kami, toyotama hime lived under the sea for a while. Akira maybe a variation of Hidata both related to the sun.

Jin Habari (迅 羽張)

Jin (迅, swift, fast) Habari (羽張) Ha (羽, feather) bari (張, lengthen, counter for bows & stringed instruments, stretch, spread, put up (tent).

His name comes from an alias of the Totsuka no Tsurugi, Ame no Ohabari no Kami ( 天の尾羽張, Heaven’s Tail Feather) which is the sword that Izanagi used to slay Kagutsuchi. Ironically habari was not able to succeed in slaying Kagutsu himself.

Gen Shiotsu (塩津 元)

Gen (元, Ex) Shiotsu (塩津) shio (塩, salt) Tsu (津, haven, port, harbor, ferry)

Shiotsu is named after the Shiotsu shrine, the kami enshrined there is Shiotsuchinooji the kami of salt-making protector of fishermen who comes to the aid of Hoori by guiding him to the palace of the sea. 

Gōki Zenjō (善条剛毅)

Goki (剛毅, fortitude) Zenjō(善条) zen (善, good) jo (条,article)

his first name zenjou comes from the Yorozo Code a set of rules in the Nara period Japan, you were considered good or righteous if you had 1) good ethics 2) cleanliness 3) fair judgement, and 4) you devoted yourself to your duties with strength. his first name Goki means “firmness of character” or “fortitude.” which is very fitting towards his character. His entire name matches his personality and character towards his duties 

Takeru Kusuhara (楠原剛)

Takeru (剛, sturdy, strength) Kusuhara(楠原) kusu (楠, camphor tree) hara (原,field, plain)

Takerus' name comes from the kami Isotakeru (五十猛神) who was an offering of Susano making him a sibling of the Munakata goddess. he went around Japan planting forests with the seeds he had the trees he planted were camphor trees which were used in shipbuilding, he was the Guadian diety of ships providing a safe passage because his trees made up the boats the kanji of his surname reflects this.

his name has something to do with his role in the story, there is an old tradition among people whose work involved the sea where the body of a drowned man was used as a talisman of a type of lucky charm the dead body represented the element earth in the five elements, and earth trumps water, so it was said to provide safety and strength in work to those who worked and traveled in the sea. Kusuhara is named after the kami who provides safe passage like a talisman of the drowned man making Sceptor 4 more stable and stronger 

JUNGLE

Hisui Nagare (比水 流)

Hisui (比水) Hi (比, compare, race, ratio) sui (水, water), Nagare (流, current’, ‘flow’, ‘forfeit) 

Hisui has a connection to the god Hiruko (水蛭子 or 比留子) later known as Ebisu (恵比須, 恵比寿, 夷, 戎) his name comes from Ebisu with the same kanji in his name from, he was the deformed leach child of Izanagi and Izanami and was set adrift later he became Ebisu well known for maritime connection. 

his first name Nagare (流) seems to connect to Hiruko as “流” can mean “exile” which Hiruko was first in exile. the heavy water imagery as the reading of the kanji relates to a stream of water or something adrift. 

this description of Nagare being referred to as the god Ebisu matches with Nagare’s status as king role and character in the series.

Ebisu was abandoned by his parents in the myth which referenced Nagare losing his family during the creator accident. in the myth Ebisu is cribbled and deformed this can infer how Nagare lost his heart from the kagutsu creator and how his life was kept alive because of the slate and he is stuck to a wheelchair Nagare is restrained in a wheelchair keep his strong power in check.

ebisu related to prosperity can infer how the jungle is popular with users and with others growing in popularity over the years.

the ocean imagery is how the internet is described as an ocean or sea with the clan being related to an internet chat group and how he swims through the web and technology with his powers

Hisui means "like water”, and may refer to his speed and power (water can be powerful as well) when he uses his king aura or the domain of his clan which resides in the Internet which can be considered the ocean of the web.

Nagare could also mean that but could means “forfeit” which refers to how he lost his own life two times 

Tenkei Iwafune  (磐船天鶏)

Iwafune (磐舟) Iwa (磐, rock, crag, cliff) fune (舟, boat, ship) Tenkei (天鶏) ten (天, heaven, sky, imperial) kei (鶏, domestic chicken).

Otori and Tenkei both point to his loss as he points it out himself in the dream of Green and Iwafune is meant to compliment and counter Hisui Nagare.

Iwafune Tenkei (磐船天鶏) is named after Torinoiwakusufune (鳥之石楠船神) he is the kami of ships who made a boat for the kami hiruko who was abandoned. he acted as the deputy and messager. in the myth, it was said that he was the boat traveling from the land of Kami to the human world. which traveled to the central lan of reed plans from heaven with the speed of the bird and stability of a rock.

Torinoiwakusufune carrying hiruko on a boat references Iwa’s relationship with Nagare that he was the one who was taking care of his needs and the one who kept his powers in check with his fog and restricted him in a chair to prevent his powers from going out of control being metaphorically boat in a way that helps him get from one place 

to another and a rock to keep him stable and is the second command of the jungle despite being a king. might provide a foreshadowing of his true identity as the grey king and his clan cathedral that acts as a sanctuary until the creator's accident.

Iwafune is also from Iwafune Shrine [磐船神社], these shrines are dedicated to a ship the shaped rock believed to be the vessel used by deities when descending the earth. 

Tenkei (天鶏)  is a Chinese constellation “celestial cock” (天雞) which is the rooster in heaven that crows at daybreak. leading roosters on earth to crow after it. this is a reference to his real name Otori which has a bird in the kanji further hinting at his true identity as the grey king.

Seigo Otori (鳳聖悟)

Seigo (聖悟) sei (聖, holy, sage, priest) go (悟, enlightenment, realize, understand), Otori (鳳, large bird refers to either the peng (a Chinese mythological giant bird said to be able to transform into a fish) or the Fenghuang (the Chinese phoenix).

“Seigo” refers to his position as king to cathedral whitch seems to be a church theme clan, looking at "go" might also refer to how he eventually faced the irony of his power as a king 

his entire name referenced the god Torinoiwakusufune seen in this role as his former grey clan and his role in the jungle and to Nagare.

Yukari Mishakuji (御芍神 紫)

Mishakuji (御芍神) mi (御, honorable, manipulate, govern)shaku (芍, peony) ji (神, gods, mind, soul) Yukari (紫,purple)

 the color purple in his name references his image color his name comes from the ancient kami 

Mishakuji (御社) is one of the Sai-no-Kami [塞の神], which means “deity of boundary”. he is the guardian deity of travelers also crosswords and boundaries he guards the boundary of the village or crosswords to prevent evil spirits, disease, or disaster from entering the village. this is a reference to how Yukari acts as a bodyguard to the green clan being their strong muscle and not letting anyone get it.  Yatogami is the deity of the valley which was expelled into the mountains by Matachi and his men for cultivation then drew a boundary between the land of humans and the land of deity keeping Yatogami on the other side.  both Kuroh and Yukari are written as rivels which is seen in their names. 

Miwa, Mishakuji, and Yatogami were all names of serpent deities this is a reference that they were from the colorless clan

Sukuna Gojo (五條スクナ)

Gojo (五條) go (五,five) jo (條, article, clause, item, stripe, streak,logic, paragraph,)

the logic aspect in his name fits him being a video game and combat hustler, if you put "go" and "jo"  together then it might mean "a winning streak” another game-related reference 

Sukuna is named from Sukuna-hikona (スクナヒコナ) is the medicanal kami is the kami riding the wave in a boat from the pod of the flowering vine. He is paired with Onamuchi and the two kami worked together to form the land and invent medicine. he is the deity who aided Ookunimushi in building his nation in myths he stayed beside Ookunimushi all the time. he is the deity known as the "Small Man of the Renown” The Nihon Shoki refers to him as a brat. Looking at this it matches Sukuna to a t, the part with Sukuna being paired and helping Ookunimushi in the myth is his friendship with Nagare and how he helps him with his goals. sukuna is seen riding the waves on a boat is a reference to Iwa who is named after the boat deity. the "Small Man of the Renown” Sukuna proved to be capable in his own right in the use of jungle and how he completes his missions. sukuna being refered to as a brat in muthoology references sukunas young age and bratty personality  

Gojo came from  Gojo-ten Shrine [五条天神宮] shrines dedicated to Sukuna 

Douhan Hirasaka (平坂 道反)

Hirasaka (平坂) Hira (平, flat) saka (坂, slope), Douhan (道反) dou (道, road) han (反, anti)Her surname Hirasaka comes from 

Yomotsu Hirasaka [⻩泉比良坂], the boundary between earth and hell. Dohan  (道反) is from 

Chikaeshi no Ookami [道反大神], the huge rock at Yomotsu Hirasaka which Izanagi used to block the hell’s entrance after he escaped. 

this references how she helped Fushimi in season 2 from getting killed by jungle users by helping him escape and how she saves the other characters from death. 

Kotosaka

Kotosaka has numerous meanings but the meaning I would choose for him would be Kotosaka no kami (言離神] the alias of Hitokotonushi-no- kami [一言主神, literally the God of One Word) and Yomotsukotosakanoo (aka Kotosakanoo-no-Mikoto), a kami of the underworld it means to sever a relationship in the Nihongi he appeared alongside Hayatamanoo (速玉之男神) to sever the relationship between the original kami, Izanagi, and Izanami he was there to hold Izanangi to his oath when Izanagi spoke the words of divorce at the Yomotsu Hirasaka. these meanings fit Kotosaka himself this is in how he was present during Nagare's death and stayed by his side while he was dying and how Kotosaka is always seen talking in one word or repeating something that was said and is used as a medium for Nagare for speaking to others

The colorless clan 

Ichigen Miwa (三輪 一言)

Ichigen (一言) ichi (一,  one) gen (言, say, word), Miwa (三輪) Mi (三, three) wa (輪, wheel, link, loop) "wa" can refer to how he can see the future aka the wheel of fortune and may refer to the fates of his two students. if you look at "mi" and wa together it may refer to his and his students' lives; the way their lives played out may have been something that has already been foreseen. Ichigen might refer to his nature as the “man of his word or “a man of a few words” a play on his art haiku composition. 

Miwa comes from Oomiwa jinja (三輪明神) miwa comes from Mount Miwa, the kami of the mountain Oomononushi, is a serpent holding power over good harvest, sake brewing and protection from infectious diseases but is also known for his ability to curse.  Ichigan comes from 

Hitokotonushi-no- kami [一言主神] sharing the same kanji in the deity's name grants one word wishes to the deity and introduces himself to the emperor as “I am Hitokotonushi-no-kami of Katsuragi, who proclaims evil in a single word, good in a single word.” like Oomononushi he encompasses both good and evil possibilities depending on careful choices.

this is a reference to his art of haiku which Kuroh brings with a recorder. This can reference that he can see the future and predict what is going to happen with a few words

Kokujoji Daikaku(國常路 大覚)

Kokujōji (國常路) Koku (國, country), jō (常, usual, normal, regular),  ji (路, path, road, distance), Daikaku (大覚) dai (大, large, big, great) Kaku (覚, learn, remember, awake).

jo might refer to himself before he became king and his way of running things has been the normal ji for the country of Japan after he became king. “great learning” references his clan's ability or the great remembrance of his friends who guided him through the years.

his name Koukujouji (國常路) is a reference to Kunitokotachi no Kami ( 國常立神). He is the first of the three kami born after heaven and earth were born out of chaos and is considered the very representation of Japan itself and one of the founding kami. His first name Daikaku (大覚) comes from Daikaku-ji (大覚寺) a Buddhist temple in Kyoto that holds the Five Knowledge Kings they have much knowledge and power which allows them to influence reality known to use their power to get rid of evil influences. this is pretty self-explanatory this references to his bond with the Silver King who references Isanagi and the Dresidian trio being one of the first kings that shaped Japan 

He is the backbone of the contry and its entire properoty was on him and he makes sure evil infleunces like nagare and mizuchi are wiped out. 

Kukuri Yukizome (雪染 菊理)

Kukuri is named after Kukuri hime no kami (菊理姫神) the goddess of meditation, negotiation, matchmaking, and marriage. She mediated on behalf of Izanami and Izanagi when Izanagi talked to her during the month of the underworld and reconciled them, bringing peace to the world mediating between the living and the dead. This matches Kukuri very well 

reflects her cheerful personality and friendship with Shiro she is sociable and helpful she helps mediate the chaos of the awakening superpowers and she is Shiro's link to a normal life. 

Hieda Touru (稗田透)

Hieda (稗田) Hie (稗, Japanese barnyard millet) da (田, paddy, field), Touru (透, transparent  permeable, porous passable, (in the sense of objects spaced far enough apart to allow something in-between)

His first name Tooru is jampacked of meaning this can reference his lack of presence and his harmless appearance and ability to blend in the background which is why he was chosen by Nagare to be the host body for the colorless king. and that he was once a vessel for the colorless king to inhibit. 

Hieda may refer to  Hieda no Are (稗田 阿礼) a person known for being vital to kojikis completion. little is known about Hidea no Are including gender but some theorize they may be distant descendants of the goddess Ameno-Uzume. This is a reference to his appearance in the story as early as completing the plan for the silver king to be drawn out. 

Saya Konohana (木野花 沙耶)

Saya (沙耶) sa (沙, sand) ya (耶, question mark), konohana (木野花) ko (木, field, wilderness) Hana (花, flower, blossom)

Saya’s entire name comes from  Konohanasakuya-hime (木花開耶姫) the kami of cherry blossoms and mt fuji she was said to be in charge of volcanos and has an explosive temper this is a reference to her uncontrollable power in the beginning in the route. 

Mitsuha Kurayama (闇山 光葉)

 Kurayama(闇山) Kura (闇, dark) Yama (山, mountain), Mitsu (光, light), ha (葉, leaves)

the kanji in the given name doesn't match the kami I was thinking of but if there's one thing that his surname is Kurayama (闇山) in fact If I were to guess what he is based on I would think it is Kuramitsuha (闇御津羽神 – Ravine Water Rushing). Kuramitsuha is one of the two kami born from the blood of Kagutsuchi after he was beheaded by Izanagi, the blood caught on the sword hilt formed this kami.

another kami would be Kurayamatsumi (闇山津見神 – Mountain Gorge Majesty) the kami born from the body of Kagutsuchi after he was beheaded and was born from Kagutsuchi’s privates

I find his connection to the kami Kagutsuchi is a reference to Mitsuha’s obsession with becoming Kagustsu in the series which led to a twisted fascination with Suoh. 

Somei Nazumi (初衣 泥)

Uhijininokami, Suhichininokami ※God of the earth (宇比邇神 須比智邇神)

Somei Chika (初衣 チカ)

Uhijininokami, Suhichininokami ※God of the earth (宇比邇神 須比智邇神)

Unno Yutaka: (雲野 征鷹)

Toyokumo no Kami (God of Clouds) (豊雲野神)

Todokoro Suwako: (十所 スワ子)

Homi Suwa Jugosho Shrine (Homisuwa Jugoshojinja) (穂見諏訪十五所神社)

Tamataro Okuma: (大隈 玉太郎)

Kumano Hayatama Grand Shrine (Kuma no Hayata Taisha) (熊野速玉大社)

Gora is kind to give us the origin of the names of the characters who came from K side Gold.

when I was writing this I learned that each character in k is connected to each other in some way as seen in the origin of their names. I didn’t cover all the characters but If I did happen to miss some of the characters feel free to put your input in the post. I made this post as a reference to help others with naming their once, I don’t take any credit for the translated meanings in this master post I hope this will give a better idea of how to name your OC. 

[writingsofwesteros]

Canon Nora is just as stubborn as social media au Nora https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/752430300488957952/httpswwwtumblrcomwritingsofwesteros752406540?source=share

The doors opened, and Jace and Lord Stark entered. She straightened her back, and looked up at them both defiantly- even if she felt demeaned by wearing the clothes he had picked out for her. Just because the gowns were befitting a Queen, did not mean she was respected- he dressed her in the colours of the blacks, red and black, like his mother, or his dead cousin Baela- and worse, gowns that pushed her breasts up as though she were some common whore. All her green gowns were burnt, though he strangely allowed her mother a mercy by letter her wear the blue she requested, rather than black. "Princess," Lord Stark nodded towards her, as Jace stepped closer. "Lord Stark....Your Grace," She forced herself to say, and she could practically claw at Jace's smug expression. "There is one thing that must be done before our wedding, dear Nora." Jace said, and she glared at him harshly. "What more could you want?" She spat. "You are to publicly kneel before the King, and renounce the late usurper King Aegon, the late Prince Regent Aemond, and swear your fealty to King Jacaerys Targaryen." Cregan said, and she felt the blood rush to her head and her heart ache simultaneously.

The loss of her brothers and sister were slowly gnawing away at her, and the only thing that kept her sane was knowing that someone had to stand up for her poor mother. But to publicly renounce them...she could not, not her dearest Aeg, not Aemond-

"What is the point? The realm knows I am to marry you." She said. "Let us not be naive, Daenora. It was known that you shared both your brothers' bed. You are not just sister to the traitors, you shared their bed, you were as integral a part of their treachery as Otto Hightower." Jace told her. "Some even say that...Aemond secretly wed you. Some say Aegon took you as a second wife, so as to try and keep the late Queen Helaena from descending into madness-" "A madness you caused," Nora snarled. "You bastards killed an innocent child, Jaehaerys was innocent-" "Lucerys was innocent!" Jace roared as he grabbed her face, staring into her eyes. "He was only trying to do his duty, he did nothing wrong-" "Nothing wrong?" Nora scoffed. "You are a fool- he flew there knowing the risks. The difference between you and I is that I do not make my family into martyrs, Jace. I know Aegon was flawed, I know Aemond was cruel, I loved them still- but do not pretend that Lucerys never did an ill deed when he nearly killed my brother that night in Driftmark. If you are so eager to ignore the truth, then your reign shall be one rife with denial, and chaos- weak, like my father's." Jace let go of her, and Cregan held him back before he could reach for her again. "The servants shall dress you, and you shall attend court in an hour. Be ready to do what is needed." Cregan said gruffly as he followed Jace out.

I adore you, you should write for the show . I wish I could match your skills :(

Jace being too damn emotion. Idiotic boy.

Nora spitting facts thank you very much.

How sweet of Alicent to have her blues back 🥺🥺

Cregan being as hot as ever ( why do I imagine Nora trying to seduce her way out of this with the wolf )

[unknownworlds4]

As we near the end of pride month, I would like to celebrate a number of LGBTQ+ figures that may be unknown to some.

Alan Turing (1912 - 1954)

Alan Turing was British mathematician, cryptologist, and computer scientist who is credited as the founder of modern computer science and artificial intelligence. During World War II, he worked for Britain’s Government Code and Cypher School at Bletchley Park, leading the effort to decrypt German naval intelligence. Turing created a number of methods and devices that helped crack the German Enigma Code and allowed the allies to read German intelligence and allow allied ships to avoid U-Boat ‘Wolf-packs’. Turing’s work was pivotal in helping the allied victory in the war. Sadly, Turing was arrested in 1952 for homosexual acts and convicted of ‘gross indecency’. He accepted chemical castration as an alternative to prison. In 1954, was found dead from suicide by cyanide poisoning. It’s believed that Turing’s work helped shortened the war by several years.

Harvey Milk (1930 - 1978)

Harvey Milk was a politician and the first openly gay man to serve in public office in the United States. Milk moved to San Francisco in 1972 and took up residence in the Castro District, a neighborhood that was heavily populated by lesbians and gay men, and opened a camera store called Castro Camera. Milk became involved in politics because of civic issues and policies that drew his ire. Homosexuality was still heavily persecuted in the city at the time. In 1973, he announced his declared his candidacy for city supervisor. However, he faced a negative reception from the established gay political scene and lost the election. He lost his second election two years later. By this point, Milk had become a leading figure in the gay community, known as the “Mayor of Castro Street”, and had allies that included Mayor George Moscone, Assembly Speaker Willie Brown, and future Senator Diane Feinstein. Finally, in 1978, Milk was elected to the San Francisco Board of Supervisors, inaugurated January 8. During his tenure he was involved in a number of issues including childcare, housing, and police reform. Sadly, he only served eleven months in office before he, along with George Moscone, was assassinated by former supervisor Dan White, who was against many of Milks policies. Today, Harvey Milk is considered an icon of San Francisco and a martyr of the LGBTQ movement.

Rose Cleveland (1846 - 1918)

Rose Cleveland was the sister of U.S. President Grover Cleveland and, as such, acted as First Lady of the United States from his inauguration until he married Frances Folsom in 1886. After leaving the White House she became a teacher, writer, and lecturer in Indiana. At age 44 she started a romantic relationship with wealthy widow Evangeline Marrs Simpson. They exchanged numerous letters, some with explicitly erotic imagery. The relationship cooled after six years after Simpson married Episcopal preacher Bishop Henry Whipple, despite Cleveland’s protests. After Whipple died in 1901, their relationship resumed. Cleveland and Evangeline moved to Bagni di Lucca, Italy in 1910, where they cared for Evangeline’s ill brother and settled there after his death. They lived there together until Cleveland died during the 1918 Influenza Pandemic. After her death, Evangeline wrote “the light has gone out for me…the loss of this noble and great soul is a blow that I shall not recover from”. Evangeline died in 1930 and is buried in the cemetery in Italy next to Rose. Many of their letters remain an important part of LGBTQ history.

Andy Warhol (1928 - 1987)

Andy Warhol was an American artist, director, and producer who was a leading figure in the pop art movement of the 1950’s to 1970’s. This movement focused on combining fine art with elements of popular culture, hence the name pop art. Warhol’s paintings focused on mass produced consumer goods and celebrity portraits. Warhol’s most famous pieces include Campbell’s Soup Cans (1962), Green Coca-Cola Bottles (1962), Marilyn Diptych (1962), and Mao Tse-Tung (1972). He also directed and produced experimental films including Empire (1964) and Chelsea Girls (1966). His New York City gallery, The Factory, was a popular gathering place for artists, musicians, actors, socialites, and celebrities. In 1966, he became the manager of rock band The Velvet Underground, which became the house band of The Factory. In 1969, he created Interview magazine, which features interviews with celebrities, artists, musicians, and other creatives. Warhol lived openly as a gay man before the gay liberation movement and had a series of male partners. He said his sexuality was a major influence of his work. Warhol died on February 22, 1987 due to complications from a gallbladder surgery. Andy Warhol is regarded as one of America’s most famous visual artists.

Gladys Bentley (1907 - 1960)

Gladys Bentley was an American blues singer, pianist, and entertainer during the Harlem Renaissance of the 1920’s and 1930’s. Her career took off after performing at Harry Hansberry’s Clam House, a well known gay speakeasy in New York City. She gained popularity as a black, lesbian, cross dressing performer. She performed in men’s clothes and was backed up by a chorus of drag queens. She sang with a deep, growling voice, and took popular songs and added her own raunchy lyrics while flirting with women in the audience. Despite being openly lesbian in the beginning of her career, she later started wearing dresses and married during the more conservative 1950’s in order to adapt to the mindset of the time period. Bentley died of pneumonia in 1960 and is remembered as an icon of both the LGBTQ and Black communities.

Willem Arondeus (1894 - 1943)

Willem Arondeus was an openly gay Dutch artist and writer who fought for the Dutch resistance against Nazi occupation during World War II. Prior to the war, he wished to work as an artist, but he found very little popularity, so he turned to writing instead. After Germany occupied The Netherlands, Arondeus joined the Resistance Movement, publishing underground periodicals and forging documents. His most famous endeavor, was his involvement in the bombing of the Amsterdam Civil Registry in 1943. The Civil Registry was established following the German invasion and occupation of the Netherlands in 1940 and was used to keep records of all residents of the country and identified those who were Jewish, resistance members, and those who could be called up for forced labor. On March 27, resistance members, including Arondeus, entered the building by disguising themselves as police officers and sedating the guards. They then piled all the documents on the floor and set of explosives. They fire department delayed putting out the fire and then doused the whole building with water. 800,000 ID cards were destroyed in total. Unfortunately, someone betrayed Arondeus and he was subsequently arrested, tried, and sentenced to death. Before his execution, his last words were “tell people that homosexuals are not cowards”.

Gilbert Baker (1951 - 2017)

Gilbert Baker was an American artist and designer who is the original creator of the LGBTQ Rainbow Pride flag. He joined the anti-war movement in the 1970’s where he met, and became friends with, Harvey Milk. Milk commissioned Baker to create a flag that could represent gay pride. Using the American flag as inspiration, Baker hand sew the original flag, which had eight colored stripes (two more than the modern version). Each color represents a different aspect important to the gay community: (from hot pink to violet) sex, life, healing, sunlight, nature, magic, serenity, and spirit. The flag was first flown in San Francisco on June 25, 1978, for gay pride day. Baker died in 2017, and is regarded as a major figure in the pride movement. Today there are many different variations of the Pride flag, with each one representing a different group from the gay community

Larry Kramer (1935 - 2020)

Larry Kramer was an American playwright, author, film producer, and gay rights activist, who worked to bring awareness to the AIDS crisis in the 1980’s. He began his career writing scripts for Columbia pictures, winning an Academy Award for the 1969 film Women in Love. After witnessing the disease later known as AIDS spread among his friends, Kramer became involved in gay activism. In 1982, Kramer co-founded Gay Men’s Health Crisis, now known as GMHC, which provides social services for those infected with AIDS, along with testing, legal assistance, and mental health support. It’s currently the largest AIDS assistance organization in the world After, growing frustrated with the government paralysis and apathy towards gay men, he wanted to engage in further action, so in 1987, he helped found the AIDS Coalition to Unleash Power (ACT UP). ACT UP is a direct action protest organization that works to change legislation and public policy to end the AIDS crisis. ACT UP soon had chapters in cities all over the United States. The movement then spread internationally, with separate movements being established in other countries including the United Kingdom, Canada, France, India, and Germany. In 1992, Kramer wrote the play ‘The Destiny of Me’, which follows a character from his 1985 play ‘The Normal Heart’ seeking experimental treatment for AIDS. The play was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize. The Normal Heart debuted on Broadway in 2011, and was adapted into an HBO movie in 2014. Kramer died of pneumonia on May 27, 2020.

Bessie Smith (1894 - 1937)

Bessie Smith was an American blues singer, nicknamed the ‘Empress of Blues’. She was the most popular female blues singer of the 1930’s. Smith stated her career busking in the streets to help her family financially. In 1912, she auditioned for a music troupe that included blues legend Ma Rainey. She was originally hired as a dancer. Smith began her solo career at the 81 Theater in Atlanta, Georgia. She signed with Columbia Records in 1923. She made 160 recordings for Columbia, accompanied by some of the most famous musicians of the day including Louis Armstrong, Coleman Hawkins, Fletcher Henderson, and Sidney Bechet. She became the highest paid black entertainer of the day. Throughout her career, smith was apologetically herself, having affairs with both men and women. Some speculate her bisexuality was hinted at in the lyrics of her songs, including ‘boy in the boat’: “when you see two women walking hand in hand/Just look ‘em over and try to understand/They’ll go to those parties/Having the lights down low/Only those parties where women can go”. Sadly, her career was cut short in 1937, when she died at the age of 43 due to injuries sustained in a car accident enroute to Chattanooga, Tennessee. Her funeral was attended by more then 5,000 people. In 1989, she was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, with an entry saying her reign was “definitive, unprecedented, and glorious”.

James Baldwin (1924 - 1987)

James Baldwin was an American writer who gained critical acclaim across multiple forms, including essays, novels, plays, and poems. In 1953, he published his first book ‘Go Tell it on the Mountain’, a semi-autobiographical novel which tells the story of a young African American man who grew up in Harlem, New York City, and his relationship with his family and the Pentecostal Church. In 1998, Modern Library ranked the book 39th on its list of 100 best English language novels of the 20th century. In 2005, Time Magazine included the book in its list of the 100 Best Novels from 1923 (when Time was first published) to 2005. In 1956, Baldwin wrote ‘Giovanni’s Room’ whose main character was a gay American man living in Paris, France, who began an affair with an Italian bartender named Giovanni, whom he met at a Gay bar. Gay and Bisexual men are also frequently featured in his other works. His unfinished manuscript Remember This House was expanded and adapted in the 2016 Oscar nominated documentary I Am Not Your Negro, which won the BAFTA Award for Best Documentary. His 1974 novel ‘If Beale Street Could Talk’ was adapted into a movie in 2018, which won Best Supporting Actress for Regina King at the 91st Academy Awards, where the film was also nominated for Best Adapted Screenplay and Best Original Score. King also received Best Supporting Actress at the 76th Golden Globe Awards and 24th Critics Choice Awards. Both the National Board of Review and the American Film Institute included it in their top 10 films of 2018. Today, James Baldwin is considered one of the most famous LGBTQ writers in American history.

[sevicia]

Writer Guy's only "friend" who sucks majorly. Notes under da cut. Heart.

Firstly ☝️ he's heavily inspired by the experience of having someone follow you around even after you have told them very explicitly to stop doing so. Writer Guy will look him dead in the eye and say "I don't care about anything you have to say. Leave me alone, you annoy the shit outta me", and he'll just go "Bro you're always so funny LOL I'm probably the only one that gets ur sense of humor. Anyways, about my new podcast idea..."

This guy's deal is that he's obsessed with others' perception of him. He's an aspiring influencer and can't decide between being a youtuber, a streamer, or having a podcast. He's into crypto and defends NFTs like it's his job.

He met Writer Guy in college and has stuck to him like a leech ever since, even though they only had a few classes together. His reasoning was that Writer Guy seemed like the lone-wolf type and thus would attract attention with his ~mysterious~ charm, when in reality he was so boring that no one really paid him any mind. If you ask any of their ex-classmates, you'll find that no one really remembers either of them.

He spends a lot of time in r/shortguys and gets frustrated that he can't relate to the whole "women only ever pay attention to tall guys and we manlets are all martyrs" thing cause he's never even tried to get with a girl (he will lie about this). He's gay as hell but in almost complete denial. Genuinely believes stuff like "it's not gay with the socks on".

Unserious images that remind me of him:

I also gotta mention that his role in Mary and Writer Guy's story is very, very minimal, and that he never actually meets Mary. His story is a typical yaoi one where he falls in love with some guy and has one of those cliché "I'm not gay... why do I feel like this towards another man ?!?!!" moments. I chose to do it this way cuz I think it's funny as fuck to have him experience a romcom type thing while Writer Guy is basically Spongebob in the Silent Hill corridor.

I admit I'm not 100% sold on his hair, but it's brown for sure. Why? It just makes sense.

Some design notes including the other two:

Writer Guy is generally apathetic and would be considered boring at a surface level by 99,9% of the population. He teaches philosophy (ethics, specifically) at the college Mary attends, though they weren't aware of each other before The Events. His lectures are notoriously boring and many of his students sleep thru class or just skip them completely, but he passes them all anyways.

He's a writer in his spare time and writes trashy extreme horror on his (anonymous) blog, which is how Mary becomes aware of him. Stuff happens, his superiors (who are at best ambivalent towards him) find out about his hobby, he gets fired and doesn't care enough to defend himself or to raise any concerns about the school's attitude towards its teachers' private lives.

I also forgot to include his "On" design in the above pic, so here, a comparison:

I'm very obviously still figuring out how to draw him, but the drawing on the right is what he looks like at work. Just plain dorky and someone you would not look twice at.

I would also talk about his relationship with Mary, but for that I'd need to talk about Mary first, which I can't do rn cuz this post is already long enough and it's nearing 3 AM and she makes me absolutely BONKERS insane to the point I barely even know where to start when I wanna talk about her.

She's the only OC I have ever made a playlist for. I wish she was someone else's character so I could look at her without having to do the work myself.

A little fun fact about her is she used to dye her hair black before The Events. All I got for you rn.

OK that's all from me. For neoww...... Muah!

[dolphin1812]

This is such a wonderful line:

"He [Marius] heard the beating of his arteries as one hears the ticking of a watch in the dark."

Hugo's decision to give us the lead-up to the ambush is great for building tension; we knew something was coming in the last chapter while Marius followed Jondrette, and now that we're only half an hour away from it, Marius (and by extension, we as readers) is much more stressed. The repetition of "dark" adds to this suspense, but it also conveys Marius' idealized view of the situation:

"He thought of the double march which was going on at that moment in the dark,—crime advancing on one side, justice coming up on the other."

It's fair to say Jondrette is "crime advancing," but Javert as justice? His conversation with Marius was probably the best he's appeared so far (competent and knowledgeable, somewhat reassuring to Marius because he might be able to help an innocent person), and he's still rude, callous, and dismissive (he ignores Marius' [legitimate!] fears and refuses to intervene in advance because it'll decrease the possibility of an arrest). His dramatics are entertaining, but he's certainly no representation of justice.

To return to the question of suspense: animal imagery is back! Marius keeps feeling the guns to remind himself that he's not "prey," implying that M Jondrette and Patron Minette are predators on the hunt. The moon description suggests that they're like wolves, although it's not explicitly stated until later ("like wolf whelps in the absence of the wolf"). The parallel works well with their general link to crime throughout the novel. The Jondrettes are also described with animalistic language in general: their home is a "den," and the girls "yelp" rather than speak. Such language has been used before, but it feels more sinister now in the context of Marius trying not to be a hunted animal of prey surrounded by wolves.

Mlle Jondrette entering Marius' room is also an incredibly tense scene, but it's a sad one, too. She's not that interested in searching for him for a number of reasons. Of course, one could be that she simply isn't that interested in her father's scheme and doesn't want to bother or implicate Marius, who's been kind to her. But another seems to be that she's still a child. As she goes deeper into the room, she remembers the mirror, and - just as she did when she first came to talk to Marius - she begins to play in front of it, singing to herself. She wants to entertain herself now that she has the rare opportunity to do so, and she won't squander that time looking under the bed. Dawdling in the room may be an attempt at self-preservation as well, as her father expects her to stand watch in the snow outside. Staying in Marius' room "investigating" is time spent indoors, where it's a bit warmer.

Spoilers below:

I find it hilarious that M Jondrette/Thénardier specifies the group's readiness for the ambush like so:

"“The mouse-trap is open. The cats are there.”"

Jean Valjean is far from a mouse. He's compared to a cat (housecat or wild cat) so many times! It's a small comment, but it does show how Thénardier has once again misjudged Valjean. He assumes that he's defenseless in this kind of situation because he's been outnumbered and caught off-guard, but Valjean was shaped by similar pressures to Patron Minette's members and, consequently, is a "cat" himself. A mouse-trap, then, is an inconvenience and can hurt, but it's not tailored to catching him in the way Thénardier thinks it is.

Of course, he'll also be caught off-guard by Valjean's strength and his attitude of "you can't defeat me because I'll defeat myself," but his strength is always unexpected, and his tendency to make himself a martyr is more his problem than Thénardier's.

[panlight]

Maybe it's just me, but I feel like Sam didn't have to end up with Emily. The imprintee is the one who decides what relationship they want with the shifter, right? It seems like Emily was being selfish in immediately being his lover when she could've asked Sam to be a friend/brother figure to her and be happy with Leah, whom he never stopped loving. I am ignoring the "not seeing anyone else but them" thing here since it's obvious that Sam never lost sight of Leah. Sure Sam can care a lot about Emily but she was the one who had the choice in their link. She didn't have to be his girlfriend/fiancée! She acts like she feels bad for hurting Leah but she could've done things differently. Peacefully! I am not a big fan of Sam either but looking at it from other perspectives, Emily is not a saint or martyr in any of this. Leah deserved so much better 😞

That's what we're told, that theoretically the imprintee has a choice. But with Sam and Emily's story in the guide it seems like SM kind of walked that back because she realized it made Emily look bad.

So in the guide, she DOES tell him to go back to Leah, etc. But he keeps coming around, because imprint compulsion:

I mean guess this is saying if she had said "leave and never come back" he would have done it? But does that mean some part of Emily felt compelled to be with him, too? Because after this she starts to get fascinated by the stories he tells her about wolves and vampires, and spends time with him, and meets the pack, and then hear rumors about herself and realized what this must look like to Leah and she's furious at herself and again tells Sam to go back to Leah and that he's just like his father, running away from his responsibilities.

And then Sam is so upset that he can't control himself and phases; he tried to get away from Emily, to warn her, but she didn't understand and stepped closer. As a wolf he is physically so much bigger than as a human that he's just too close and the hand he held up to warn her turns into claws. Then while she is recovering from her injuries and he's suicidal, Emily forgives him and realizes she felt "lonely and incomplete" without him. Which, aside from how terrible this all is on so many levels, seems to imply she felt some kind of pull, too? At least on some level?

So yeah SM says they have a choice, but when Emily tells him to go back to Leah he can somehow refuse her, and when they are apart, Emily feels "lonely and incomplete." So how much of a choice do they have, really?

Honestly I feel terrible for all three of these characters; Leah certainly deserved better, but so did Sam and Emily. I feel like this whole story was meant to a) introduce us to the idea of imprinting (but what make it so terrible then?! this doesn't make people happy, it ruins a bunch of lives! Harry Clearwater dies as an indirect result of this!) but b) also to be a warning to Bella about hanging out with supernatural creatures -- look what happened to Emily! But using the suffering of Indigenous characters to teach a white girl a lesson is not a good look, and it's a lesson that Bella doesn't heed and doesn't really apply to her, anyway. Bella has plot armor so she's never going to end up with a scarred face like Emily or broken heart like Leah. Bella ends up looking like "a freakin' supermodel" with eternal true love.

[gremlinbabe]

Teen wolf head canons part 1 :

Derek isn’t Eli’s birth father but his adoptive father.

Laura Hale is actually Eli’s birth mom, which still makes Eli a Hale just not Derek’s direct kid.

Context: *Derek is 23 in the pilot, is approximately 26 in season six but he’s 35 in the teen wolf movie*

*Eli is 15 years old. Meaning that Eli was born when Derek was 20 & Laura who was 25-26 was most likely pregnant in ny when Derek was 19.*

So if Derek was theoretically the dad, the mom couldn’t be Paige or Kate because it’s already past that time frame & it can’t be Jennifer or Breadon because It’s too early to match the timeframe of Derek being 20 When Eli born.

Now let’s set the stage for pre-pilot:

Laura (21-22) who is now the new alpha after the Hale fire. She comes back from college only to find her super traumatized 16 yr old brother & her uncle (27-28) in a coma. The sheriff helps her and Derek take care of all there arrangements of funerals burials, the formal adoption of Derek, and lodgings for her uncle cuz he’s not waking up no time soon. All because Laura use to babysit stiles and he’d seen both hales growing up over the years enough that he met their parents and him and Claudia eventually became friends with the Hales. And he felt he owed it to those kids to help them out.

Laura tried to wait out peter’s coma hoping he’d wake up but something is wrong so her and Derek stay in beacon hills. But within a year and a half the Hale fire happened, her uncles in a coma, Malia Tate is missing (birth mom tried to assassinate her and she shifted into a coyote) and her mom and sister died from an “animal attack”, and the sheriffs wife getting sick and dying outta no where of dementia (most likely cuz her unrealized magic mutated cuz of nematon or nogitsune) leaving the man a single father of a 10 yr old stiles who turns into a mean alcoholic so can’t help them at all in that moment.

So Laura makes an executive decision to get Peter longer term care and gets her and Derek the hell outta beacon hills and moves them across country to Ny because she deems it too unsafe and needs to protect the last of her pack.

(All that happening back to back should’ve been some warning signs that some shit was happening w the nematon even back then. But the only family who could’ve figured that out early on was burned out and the only eldest surviving member that could’ve possibly had any idea was in a coma.)

Now Laura & Derek are in ny probably 22-23 & 17 and Derek’s probably realizing it was Kate and not an electrical fire and swears off ppl cuz he’s a lil martyr and treats himself poorly as SH & Laura realizes and put him in therapy and herself so she can lead by example.

They start doing a lot better, Laura meets someone at 23-24 most likely in college or a job & it goes really well. But doesn’t tell him about werewolves for safety reasons & Laura(25-26) was most likely pregnant while Derek was 19.

When Derek is 20 her baby is born and Laura lets him pick the name because he’s been doing amazing in therapy. He goes with Elias (for that one kid Laura use to baby sit with the name too hard to pronounce, who’s mother called him mischief, who talked his ear off, who was named after his grandpa aka stiles) Abel (possibly the birth dads name) Hale

And Derek is so happy to be a uncle and Laura happy to be a mom and her bd apart of their growing lil pack. * so much fluff & love & happiness and first steps*

Eli’s first word is my(mine) and if he deems it his he can & will steal whatever it is. Dada is his second word but not to his dad it’s always to Derek which Laura finds endlessly hilarious. First sentence is “my dada” to random lady in ny trying to hit on Derek while he’s in the park with Eli. Laura who’s not too far off is cackling in the distance and Derek is a tomato.

This all last like 3 years till Laura starts feeling a pull back to beacon hills because her pack it’s. Coming more stable and eventually checks on it through the grapevine only to find if there’s a mysterious alpha in beacon hills and decided to check it out before bringing her family back and to do a in person visit to coma uncle to make sure he’s ok.

PLOT TWIST There actually was a mysterious alpha and he was trying to take Peter out of his misery of being in a coma 7+ years as a werewolf.

The nurse being mysterious alphas human beta had gave the alpha updates.

Only peter wakes up and kills the alpha turning into a alpha and goes crazier with a alpha power surplus and recruits nurse beta into helping him gather into about the fire cuz he puts together the Kate thing pretty fast after finding out his hole family died (minus Laura and Derek) died and hyper fixated on getting revenge.

Still new to his powers his alpha whatever sees Laura as threat instead of niece and kills her.

*Laura dies in pilot at 28-29*

[sorynwrites]

Oh, Blessèd be the sinners who cry wolf Their sharp teeth glinting Sheep fat and brains Gleaming on their gilded plates Their bellies full of ash and blood Curved claws reach out to move another pawn And wipe away false tears While stars fall under caged skies And the chants ring against the iron of the earth This world divided by human ideals And the laws of "God" Governed by monsters And played for fools Indeed, When the sinners howl Their echoes lie They damned themselves, The creatures cry I killed a babe, But she hurt us first How dare her wails Belie her thirst Deafen the sound of our cursèd "peace" And the whispers of black gold That flow under the rubble? These olive branches hold no justice For the innocent dreamers Whose tears and faith nourish the stolen land Upon which they sleep Whose crime was simply existing A fatal sin indeed, the Hypocrites cry When the cameras roll They choke on their sobs And the blood, and the brains Indeed, There is no rest for the wicked The world does not pray for the damned But they are healthy, safe, and fed The wolves feast on the sheep As the children die And their mothers weep And the martyrs fight for a sky Where the stars twinkle High amidst the Heavens Free from wolves and sinners Where the children can look up To a tomorrow without tears

[royaletiquette]

1, 4, 25 hibiko!

OC questions | @starpoacher

What memory would your OC rather just forget? (+ @nezumivc103221) Hibiko understands learning from experiences, but having to walk through that first big party since her split from her fiance is easily a memory filled with embarrassment and confusion that she'd argue does no good in reliving. All the questions of why, if she was doing okay (not knowing if she was and how to answer!), or who to even go to. She lost a large portion of the people she would hang out with because they picked a side and was left feeling self-conscious and awkward, surrounded by people and nowhere to hide. Ahhh, teenage breakups.

When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn? She first freezes, largely with the expectation that someone else will save her, instructing her to either run away or de-escalate the situation or whatever. Hibiko's mind in that moment of panic really just collapses and turns into an empty room. Once it presses further, then she's going to flee, whether that be literally or figuratively running away from the situation; whatever gets her out of immediate danger.

What is your favorite thing about your OC? Oh my god what don't I love about my little girl. I love how green she is. She's so malleable and easily manipulated by those she trusts, but puts up just enough of a fight that whatever she does, she's convinced that she's making the choice, not the person putting the ideas in her head. Princess Hibiko may not be so much of an idiot that she'll blindly follow a wolf into the woods, but she could be convinced it's the right thing to do.

Hibiko has accepted this idea, and uses it as an excuse for a lot of her decisions, that she's this sacrifice for some vague greater good. Marrying whoever because it's best for Edo, being nice to everyone to keep up her family's image, falling on the sword sort to speak to keep her parent's reputation safe. Almost nothing is about her in terms of goals and ambitions, rather how it affects and betters other people. I uhhh... I can't believe I'm realizing she has this like, savior/martyr complex?? A lot comes from this idea that if she doesn't, no one else will, and that she's strong enough to make that sacrifice, even if no one else will.