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[luchia13]

heard the Saw theme and immediately had a vivid flashback to The Lil Cal Reveal which remains one of the biggest and best plot twists I've ever seen in my entire fucking life

Homestuck was good actually, albeit batshit crazy, and no you cannot change my mind

[lyonnerileyauthor]

centaurs who require humans to breed.

you are human, tasked as a hunter to bring back fresh prey for your tribe. unlike other humans, you interact with the centaurs often when your hunts lead you to their borders. a massive, handsome centaur with dark hair and a dapple-gray coat also hunts along this border, and the two of you compete frequently for prey. he loves to taunt you from across the river that divides your territories.

"I suppose I got your buck today," he says as the target of your hunt crosses from one side to the other. you curse him, even though you still don't know his name.

every year, the human and centaur tribes meet at the sacred grounds that lie between their territories for the mating ceremony. the two tribes work together to keep an ancient, godlike species of parasite alive by offering their bodies as hosts.

these parasites, known as wisps, come in pairs, you see. during the ceremony, each human and each centaur dips their hand into the vessel where the wisps are kept, to be chosen by one of these godlike creatures. each pair chooses one human and one centaur to bring together and mate.

your rival is at the ceremony too, of course. the two of you exchange rude gestures as you approach the vessel. you slip your hand in, prepared to become a host. you wonder which of the centaurs your wisp will choose for you.

you hope it's not Him.

after you've been chosen, your wisp merges with your soul. it's a relieved feeling, to be whole. when you look up, though, you find your rival has been chosen, too.

and his wisp is paired with yours.

damn it. this can only mean one thing—the mating frenzy is coming soon.

the wisps inside you draw the two of you together, even as you shoot each other dirty looks. this is the worst thing that could have happened. but the centaur's long horse cock is already extruded, dripping at the tip for you. your body longs for him against your will, the wisp already preparing you to take him.

the two of you return to his house in silence, dreading what's to come—all while your pussy buzzes and pulses in anticipation. he's prepared a wooden stand for his new human mate, with stirrups on either side for his front hooves. he had expected to bring someone else home, not the woman who always gets in his way. begrudgingly he shows you how to climb into the contraption, even as his cock drips and longs for you.

now that you're locked in and spread out for him, he mounts the stand, hooking his legs into the stirrups, rising up high above you. it's intimidating, being underneath his big horse body, but you know that you're safe here. you might not like each other, but he would never hurt you.

his cock is aching for you, driven by the need of the wisp inside his heart. after some searching, he finds that warm space between your legs, and manages to guide himself in.

oh, fuck, how you're forced to stretch wide for him. that thick, heavy horse cock burrows its way inside you, demanding you make room. you whine and buck, overwhelmed by the sensation of him, urged on by the bliss of your two wisps as they are at last reunited.

soon you're whimpering, moaning as he withdraws and then slides that brutal cock into you again. "you're so wet for me," he moans, the jerk of his equine haunches driving him into you faster and faster. he never knew you would feel so good, so perfect around him.

now, he's no longer fucking you out of necessity—no, he's ravenous as he's swallowed up by your soft, small body. he wrenches a climax out of you, only to keep fucking you through it. he insists on another, and another, until you're limp and spent against the wooden stand.

at last, he unleashes everything, his cum filling you so full it gushes like a waterfall down your thighs. your centaur pants above you, hoping he hasn't crushed you in his vigor. but you're fine, you say, though thoroughly drenched.

when at last he disentangles himself, he helps you down from your bonds. now, when you look at the centaur who was once your enemy, you see someone else—your mate.

he hopes he's put a foal in you tonight, but if he hasn't, he will try again and again, until your belly is full of him and the wisps are satisfied.

[lili-home-to-embraces-and-hugs]

Steph and Jason start an illegal 3 a.m. podcast called “Robins After Dark”

No script. No laws. No Bruce.

Why they did it:

Because Tim wouldn’t let them into his conspiracy board livestream, and also they were bored and loud and unmonitored.

Jason: “We already trauma bond at weird hours. Might as well monetize it.”

Steph: “We’re not actually monetizing it.”

Jason: “Yet.”

It’s recorded exclusively on a stolen Batcave mic and uploaded using Tim’s Wi-Fi.

Tim doesn’t know.

Tim absolutely knows.

He’s just given up.

Episode Titles Include:

“I Died and Came Back Sexier: A Memoir”

“How to Rob Crime Lords and Emotionally Distant Fathers”

“Ranking Gotham’s Criminals by Vibe"

“The Great Batarang Debate (ft. Cass as our silent judge)”

“Live From the Batmobile Trunk (We Locked Ourselves In)”

Episode 6: “Gotham: Hot or Not"

Penguin? Not.

Riddler? Hot if he shuts up.

Scarecrow? “Listen. The vibe is there.”

Batman? “Emotionally constipated, but in a tragic Shakespearean way.”

Nightwing? “Too wholesome. Like a himbo golden retriever. We respect it.”

Red Robin? “Gremlin. Cursed. Needs sleep.”

Robin? “Baby knife. Scary. No comment.”

Cass occasionally appears.

She never speaks.

Just stares at the camera with godlike judgment.

Leaves cryptic sticky notes.

They treat her like a cryptid co-host.

Alfred is aware.

He makes them tea halfway through episodes and refuses to explain why.

Fan Questions Segment:

Q: How do you deal with trauma?

Jason: “Gun.”

Steph: “Sarcasm and glitter bombs.”

Jason: “Also crime. We do a little crime.”

Steph: “Justified crime.”

Jason: “Bat-approved crime.”

Steph: “Okay, B doesn’t approve, but like… he hasn’t stopped us yet.”

One episode ends with them breaking into Penguin’s club mid-recording.

Jason is out of breath.

Steph is still narrating.

The mic is crunching.

Steph: “This is field reporting, baby.”

Bruce finds out.

Bruce: “Take. It. Down.”

Jason: “What if we made you a guest?”

Bruce: stares

Steph: “Too spicy? We’ll get Alfred instead.”

The steph jason bond will forever remain sacred. FIGHT ME

[goodolddumbbanana]

Imagine you are New Moon, oh wait, Nexus,??? who are you again?

You had the most dumb death ever, get blown up like a balloon by your idiot brother, the one who couldn't do shit except lying and being a BIG disappointment for you.

And the worst part of it is your death didn't stick. But now you come back with your godlike power like you always want, you are so strong no one can beat your ass. Just one small thing, that you become a puppet, a tool (the thing you swear you would never be, even if it means throwing away your family)

You are nothing but a beast. You throw away your family, your friends, your morals, your intelligence just to keep your pride.

You tried so hard to leave a mark, to be remembered but every trace of you get deleted.

Yourself? You are kept alive by wither energy. The clothes, the 'you' you are so hardworking to work on, have already burnt in a fire of your 'Sun'. You are not even the host of your body. And your company is just a hallucination of Eclipse, the person you don't even care about.

Your old house? Get sold.

Your dimension? Become oblivious.

Your 'brother' Solar? He has changed so much that even you know deep down that is not your Solar. And the worst part of it, he clings on and becomes best friends with your freaking clone, that unwanted product.

Your sister? Whoops. She has already changed her name. And her body you fixed . There is nothing similar about her that you could remember anymore. You had missed so much that you now just a stranger. She so wants to cut ties with everything in the old dimensions, and wants a new beginning in this new dimension. Who even knows or cares there was a Moon who was a brother for a sister named Earth?

You got deleted, killed and forgotten by everyone except one person. The person you hate the most decides to save you, and also decides to abandon you.

Your life is just a drop of moonlight. So insignificant.

----

I think about the fact Nova Frost will get redemption, even KS but not Nexus and now I am sad.

Like he used to be so good. And I know it couldn't be the excuse for all things he done but he was so good. I love him then and I love him now.

[yu-melon]

More stuff for my God`s Favorites AU a bits of lore under the cut

As the name of AU "Gods favorites" says (and also it a bit obvious in their designs) all of them are blessed by some kind of godlike entities Sonis is blessed by Light Gaia (of course he is) and Tails is blessed by Dark Gaia (it also call out to my Dark Gaia fan lore where it created kitsunes and vampire bats and gifted werebeast forms to them) while Knucles wasn't blessed but happen to be a host to Chaos also Shadow is a full half god entity since in this AU Black Doom counts as cosmic godlike creature soooo

So about Sonic and Tails by themselves they can't activate their bigger and stronger forms aka werehog and magical fox form but they can lead their powers to each other to do so

[omniscient3teabag]

billy batson wip im probably never gonna finish at all until i decide to lock in #2 (oh yeah. warning. billy almost dies ???)

—

The starry night of Fawcett City loomed over the country. It felt peaceful looking at the stars in the sky as the night blended into one. Captain Marvel had just finished his last sweep around town today after helping a cat or two out of a tree and bid the civilians that were out at this late hour to stay safe. Afterward, a booming thunder had struck the area, yet not one batted an eye. Why would they?

Though, Billy here thought it was a good idea to wander around the streets before going back to his tiny apartment. It was good to try and look after others even when he wasn't Captain Marvel, afterall.

But… Accidents do happen.

Billy gagged, his heart thundering from his bleeding chest. His tongue practically glued to the ceiling of his mouth shut. Cold sweat dripped down from his forehead as blood slowly started to spread onto the ground. The wound that had pierced his body was too hard for his grubby hands to take care of himself. And it came from a single accident.

A single one.

‘Wrong place, wrong time’, some may say. But the damage has already been done. Plus, Captain doesn’t specialize in healing magic. Why would he? He could never get hurt that badly, for it and Billy doesn't have magic to try to use a spell at all.

He let out a shaky breath. His cold, clammy pale skin felt tight beneath his clothes as his vision blurred together like a bad series of mirages. He couldn’t bring himself to take another deep breath. His lungs hurt. His leg hurts. His chest hurts. Everything—

Everything hurts.

He just wants it to stop. He wanted to close his eyes and.. And go back to his parents. Let them hold him in their arms. Let them tuck him in at night. Let him stay in a home where he wouldn’t want to run away from. But.. But people still need him.

Not him, him. But Captain Marvel, him. The better him.

He shouldn’t give up. Who’ll protect Fawcett if he was gone? His role—Although frankly undeserved in his opinion—was important to the civilians in Fawcett City. He was a beacon, a ray of hope. Besides, Freddy’s only starting out as Captain Marvel Jr. after saving him from Captain Nazi. And he really, really wants to be there for him. They were friends, weren’t they? And friends were supposed to have each other's backs.

He’s got to put his pains aside… Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t been through worse!

Trying his best to steady himself, even as his head felt light and the empty streets looked like it was spinning, he braced himself to saying the only word that could save him from this situation. He had to say it. Say it, say it— SAY IT!

“Sha-!” His throat let out a harsh hack. Practically to the point that Billy swore he’d almost puke up his intestines, so, his body did not like that. Start off slow.. “Shh.. Sha..

“Sha… zam!”

Zeus’ lightning called out for him, as the thundering sky had struck where Billy once laid. The smell of ozone and metallic blood fused together. Looking back at the mess which stained the floors, Captain Marvel shook his head in concern, yet the whispers of Solomon had begged him to not invoke the name of the Wizard again. To stay in this demi-godlike form, and let Billy rest no matter what. He couldn't even ask for how long. He rubbed his cartilage and collarbone, the phantom touch of pain had stuck for some reason even when most pain had dissipated for the most part.

No worries. It’ll.. Be alright. His host won’t die on him yet.

But he would have to ask the Wizard on how to go around this. Because he certainly doesn’t know how to deal with a bleeding out child in his hands, especially without the proper help to deal with Billy. And he’s not quite sure if his body would be affected if he doesn’t detransform for more than three days.

Injured or not, Billy is just a twelve year old boy who needs sleep and food more than any other person. And staying in this form certainly doesn’t help provide any of that, yet the Gods assured he’ll be fine. He’ll pull through—That he’ll survive.

He supposes he should trust them on that.

… Wait, how’ll he explain this to Mr. Sterling that Billy may or may not be in stasis for a while, so he wouldn’t be able to clock in to work at WHIZ RADIO? Nevermind. He’ll sort it all out in the future. But, now? He’s back on duty.

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TBHX: Focusing on the actual cinematographic metaphors

In my last posts I've been theorizing a lot about the multiple reality possibility and all. But it's hard when all different theories seem to make sense somehow. That's why I decided to focus more on the cinematographic metaphors without thinking too much about what it means in the story. I'll let you decided what it means. My intention is that, next time you see any of these in the show, this helps you understand the context and make your own theories on top of that. I'll leave many images out due to the max possible being 30, but there are a lot more.

1. Mirrors and mirror cracks

Here are a few aspects that mirrors can represent, extended to reflections too, even if not from a mirror:

-> Truth/perception

Mirrors reflect what is seen, but they can also distort. They’re often used to explore the idea that what we perceive may not be the full truth, or may be influenced by personal biases.

-> Self-reflection/identity

Mirrors are often used to symbolize introspection, the search for one’s true self, or confrontation with one’s inner reality.

-> Duality/multiplicity

They can show two sides of a person—public vs. private, good vs. evil, conscious vs. subconscious—highlighting internal conflict or hidden truths.

-> Illusion/deception

Mirrors can act as portals, tricks, or traps—blurring the line between reality and illusion.

Based on that, mirror cracks can be used to show:

-> Fractured identity or psyche

A cracked or broken mirror typically symbolizes a character's inner turmoil, psychological break, or fragmented sense of self.

-> Loss of illusion or truth revealed

Mirrors often reflect truth or perception. When a mirror breaks, it can signal the shattering of illusions, self-deception, or a moment of revelation.

-> Distorted reality

Cracks in a mirror can represent how a character’s perception of reality is skewed, or how the world they’re in is unstable or unreliable.

-> Bad luck or fate disruption

Drawing from superstition, breaking a mirror can foreshadow misfortune or the disruption of destiny.

-> Irreversible change

A broken mirror can't return to its original form, making it a powerful metaphor for events or choices that mark a point of no return.

2. Eyes

-> Perception & Truth

Eyes often symbolize how we see the world—our point of view, our biases, or our understanding of reality.

"The eyes don’t lie" suggests they are a window to hidden truths or emotional authenticity.

-> The Soul

“The eyes are the window to the soul” is one of the most enduring metaphors—used to convey deep emotion, inner life, or a character’s true nature.

-> Surveillance or Control

In dystopian or thriller contexts, eyes represent being watched—power, authority, or oppression (e.g., Big Brother).

A disembodied eye watching from a screen or symbol can imply omnipresence or godlike control.

-> Knowledge or Insight

Enlightenment, awareness, or intelligence is often represented by sight or the eye (e.g., the "third eye" as spiritual wisdom).

A character “opening their eyes” may symbolize awakening or realizing the truth.

-> Judgment

Eyes can suggest moral scrutiny—whether from society, a higher power, or even oneself.

"The eyes of the world" implies collective judgment or pressure.

-> Illusion or Deception

Sometimes eyes represent false perception—when what is seen is not what is real.

Can be tied to themes of illusion, manipulation, or unreliable narrators.

The first image is from episode 1 right before "Nice" and Moon go to the reality show. It mixes a clock, an eye and a fish. The clock means a passage of time, because we see them looking at each other while the background changes, giving the idea they didn't see time pass in that moment. Then we have them sitting on the couch when they find out the host is not who it was supposed to be, it's the Enlighter, who wishes to reveal the truth about Nice being a fake. Fisheye is a type of camera lens, usually used in surveillance cameras, so the idea is that they're not only being observed, but exposed.

The second image it is right after we enter X's eye, and it mixes eye, cassino roulette and a stage. This metaphor suggests that fate isn’t as random as it seems. Beneath the surface, all the chance and chaos are actually intertwined with control, and what we think is a spontaneous event might be part of a much bigger, carefully crafted plan. It’s the illusion of randomness—when in reality, everything is being steered by someone behind the scenes.

The gambling aspects in the show: The use of cards, dice, roulette, coins. -> Risk and Uncertainty - Life as a gamble — making choices without knowing the outcome. - Can reflect how fragile or chaotic control over life really is. -> Fate vs. Free Will - Gambling suggests a tension between control and chance: -> Power and Manipulation - If a character controls the game, it implies manipulation. -> Identity and Bluffing - Card games especially can reflect masks and performance. In Visual Storytelling: Dice rolls, coin flips, or roulette wheels symbolize turning points, fate being left to chance, or unseen forces deciding outcomes. When paired with a character like X, gambling becomes a metaphor for probability manipulation or illusion of chance—where it only looks like luck, but it’s actually control.

This last eye image shown is a slight transition in the first episode while Lin Ling is looking at his reflection on the car window. Since it mixes eyes with spirals, let's talk about spirals to understand what it could mean.

3. Spirals

-> Journey or Transformation

Inward spirals can represent introspection, a descent into the self, madness, or a journey into one's subconscious.

Outward spirals can symbolize growth, enlightenment, or the expansion of consciousness.

-> Cycles and Repetition

Spirals can illustrate how life, history, or trauma repeats itself—not in a circle, but evolving slightly with each loop.

They represent time as non-linear: events may recur, but with variation, like spiraling through phases rather than returning to the exact same point.

-> Chaos and Loss of Control

A downward spiral is a common metaphor for a situation or person deteriorating mentally, emotionally, or socially.

In visual storytelling, spirals can convey disorientation or descent into chaos (e.g., seen in thrillers and psychological dramas).

-> Spiritual or Cosmic Order

Spirals appear in nature (galaxies, shells, hurricanes), so they can symbolize natural law, universal patterns, or divine order.

In mysticism, spirals can reflect the soul’s path, karmic cycles, or the structure of the universe.

-> Obsession or Fixation

Characters caught in spirals might be trapped in obsessive thinking, unable to break free from a pattern or idea.

-> Portal or Transition

Spirals can suggest moving from one state of being to another—crossing into dream, memory, or alternate reality.

4. Eclipse

This one is what I consider the biggest key to understand the show, but as I said, I won't dive into theories in this post. But it sure leaves us wondering many things, since it appears to be tied to a very important occurrence.

-> Sudden Obscuration of Truth or Identity

The sun (light, clarity, truth, or identity) being blocked by the moon (shadow, mystery, subconscious) can symbolize:

A moment of confusion, denial, or loss of self

A character's true self being hidden, masked, or temporarily overwhelmed

Truth being concealed—whether by fate, others, or the character’s own mind

-> Transition or Turning Point

An eclipse often marks a shift—something is changing, whether emotionally or cosmically:

The beginning of a descent into darkness (or a slow return to light)

A before-and-after moment; the world won't be the same after this

Often used to foreshadow transformation, death, rebirth, or revelation

-> Cosmic Alignment or Fate

Since eclipses are rare and celestial, they can carry fated or divine connotations:

A sign that something greater is at work

That events are aligning in an inevitable or destined way

Often used to emphasize a mythic or epic scale

-> Repressed Forces Rising

The moon can represent the unconscious or emotional mind, and during an eclipse it overpowers the sun (rationality, order):

Symbolizes the irrational taking over

The moment when what's hidden inside (fears, desires, rage, truth) surfaces

-> Loss of Light / Hope

In darker metaphors, eclipses can mark the moment hope disappears:

A descent into darkness, either literal or emotional

Moments of trauma, isolation, or existential dread

Cinematic Use Example:

A character silhouetted during an eclipse can imply their becoming a vessel of fate, change, or darkness.

In short, an eclipse is a cinematic metaphor for transition, concealment, cosmic power, or internal upheaval—a brief but intense moment where the natural order is disrupted, and something hidden comes into view. It can mark deep emotional and moral turning points. It's interesting since we can see him changing in the first shots. Then he seems to destroy everything, and while E-Soul is seeing the horrors that happened, the next frame shows the guys like an enlightened being in the eyes of people., which could mean that's how he was seen by the people before killing them all. In other words, that second frame comes before the first one, reinforcing the change in that characters identity.

The only theory I'll mention is that, maybe, this is our main enemy in the show. The one X is playing chess against. The one who, somehow, has a leverage over the heroes. Maybe he is the reason why X came to be? I don't know. He was probably defeated, or is he just waiting for a good opportunity to return? If you notice on the 4th to last image, the silhouette looks like that of E-Soul. And the last two images happen in sequence right before E-Soul strikes him, so it's like we get to see who he used to be and who he is now, through E-Soul's eyes. Why did he change this much? Could he be this character?

And the last observation I wanna share is that in the OP, close to the end we see these fast shots:

Well, I hope this post helps you give your own meaning to things!

[chemicallywrit]

Happy Audio Drama Sunday, here are some standouts I enjoyed!

☀️ HAVE you listened to Calling All Adventurers from @thetowerarray? Well why not?? This show is for fantasy and dnd fans and it’s delightful, funny, and something else too—as the Host recounts his adventures, you hear how unsettling it is to become a hero, how death becomes commonplace and godlike powers are no big deal. I am watching the Host’s slow characterization with interest.

👁️ Dungeons and Daddies is definitely one of my favorites, one of the few actual plays I don’t just like, I love. This episode in particular hits for me because of the direction Anthony Burch is taking Francis’ character. Francis has been a powertripping kid with a gun for so long, but confronted with the consequences of doing whatever you want in the form of his father, he is realizing he needs to have more purpose. And the form which this takes is terrifying and eldritch of course, shoutout to horror and gore, but I am fascinated to see where it goes.

🔪 Englewood After Dark has broken my heart. I’m very interested to see how this new development affects our heroes—they are both too stubborn to give up the hunt for the truth under normal circumstances, but this last blow might be enough to break at least one of them. I’m interested to see who.

🎡 Mayfair Watcher’s Society is doing a series including some old recurring favorite characters, and maybe that’s why this episode made me gasp audibly. Their usual creepy fare will get you, but this had me on the edge of my seat.

🌛Cytochrome Hear, a show that does little-known classical adaptations, posted The Man in the Moone, and I love the way they set this up as a sort of lecture, complete with context that would have been lost on me about a whimsical 17th century novel. Oliver Morris is a great choice for our narrator as well, and the amount of scholarship and skill on display through the story is stupendous. If you’re a Re: Dracula girlie, go check out Cytochrome Hear.

🫀 The second episode of @thegospelofhaven was just as gross as the first, and I am loving this exploration of like, the endpoint of a practice of glorifying a body. What if body horror was your livelihood, your god, your religion? It’s fascinating and horrid and such a good show. I love the music especially, and B. Narr and Janine Bower are killing it.

🍔 Along with the Gospel of Haven came a trailer for another new show, Fresh Meat, and I had to check that out too. I love a found footage investigation, I love fake true crime with a supernatural twist, and I love anything Daisy McNamara gets his hands on, she’s so skilled.

That’s it for me! If you feel like giving me a tip (or buying an Inn Beween sticker! I have those!) I’d be much obliged.

See you next week!

[deityoftherain]

"Scott is hated by the watchers" is a very common sentiment I've see shared around mcytblr, and while I agree, I think there's more to it... Scott is a Watcher, or rather, he was a Watcher.

I was talking to @holymolyguacomole and @theseusmc on the FH fan server and we created this headcanon, so let's talk about it!

Like Grian, Scott is a Watcher (or ex-Watcher) functioning as a Player, but their circumstances are very different.

The Watchers are higher beings that send the lifers/Players through death games, feeding off of their terror, fear, bloodlust, and sorrow. They don't care who gets hurt, as long as They have Their entertainment and are properly satiated. Scott disagrees with this method, believing that hosting games is supposed to be fun and not traumatize the Players. While he may not have acted on his own beliefs and morals at first (it is difficult to speak out against what you were raised with), Scott could only put up with Their unethical and immoral methods for so long.

I think that The Watchers are so intimidating and godlike partly because of Their cult-like, hive-mind type thinking (though I don't think they're literally a hivemind) and partly because there is power in community. Scott is powerful on his own (plus his Players are willing participants and he's not afraid to accept outside help, which adds to what he's able to do), but he's not as powerful as all The Watchers combined.

This means They can still force him to play the death games like They can the other Players, but he has the ability to push back some. He could comply fully, but why would he? Why would he listen to Them when They threw him out? Abandoned him? Left him to fade into nothingness? Why would Scott play by Their rules when he could afford not to?

Scott wouldn't succumb to what They want from him that easily! He will play the game, meaning he will kill and do what is necessary, but he'll play how he wants to play. Scott is many things (loyal, kind, social, etc), but he is most notably wanting things to be fair. The Watchers don't like that, but there isn't much They can do, though They do sometimes succeed with tampering with his emotions and/or instincts and etc.

Scott has issues with The Watchers, as anyone in his situation would, and it was painful to leave Them at first, but he genuinely (and for good reason) believes he's better off without Them, and he is. He is his own person now, away from the Watchers. He's a being like the Watchers, but not quite the same. He's living as a Player, world hopping and surrounded by friends while happily feeding off of Players' competitive spirits, joy, and fun (and maybe their playful annoyance) from participating in MCC and his escape rooms. Anyway, that's all I have for now, thank you for listening to my ramblings >:D

Update: I wrote a oneshot based on this concept!

[vieberry]

Neo Egoist: Hellfire Heatwave🔥BASTARD MÜNCHEN EDITION

ｃａｎｏｎｂｏｕｎｄ （ｍｉｎｉｓｅｒｉｅｓ）

Synopsis: In an unexpected mid-season twist, Blue Lock TV (BLTV) rolls out its most unhinged segment yet: The Hellfire Heatwave Challenge. Ten wings. Increasing levels of volcanic pain. Deep personal questions. Zero mercy. Officially, it’s “team bonding.” Unofficially, it’s fanservice at its most sadistic.

Host (offscreen): “Welcome to Hellfire Heatwave! Blue Lock’s own spicy challenge where ego gets tested by scoville units. First up: Bastard München. Let’s see which of these egomaniacs can survive the wings of death… and which ones crumble like soggy fries.”

“The goal? Eat each wing. Answer one personal question per round. Tap out, and you're labeled a Spicy Coward™ for the rest of the Neo Egoist League.”

🌶️ ROUND 1 – Confidence Wing (Mild)

Kaiser: Smirks. “This challenge is beneath me.” Wears no gloves. No napkin. No fear. Leans back like he’s on a throne.

Ness: nods too eagerly. “Ja! Easy.” He already has a napkin in his collar.

Isagi: Quiet. Calculating. Already suspicious.

Yukimiya: “Spicy food clears my pores.”

Raichi: "WEAK. I EAT NAILS AND PEPPERS FOR BREAKFAST." Proceeds to punch his own chest like he’s on pre-workout.

Kurona: Blank stare.

Hiori: “I think this will be fun.” Already has tissues prepared. Just in case.

Kunigami: Crosses arms. Dead serious. Raichi is already trying to compete with him by flexing.

Kiyora: Arms folded. Calm.

Igaguri: Has his hands clasped like he’s about to perform a ritual.

Gagamaru: “I wonder if I can taste colors.” No one knows if he’s joking.

Noel Noa: Hasn’t spoken yet. Everyone’s watching him like a final boss.

Question for Round 1: “Have you ever lied to avoid training?”

Isagi: “Nah. I take every training seriously.” eats the chicken quietly, watching the others.

Kaiser:  Elegantly holds the wing like it’s a wine tasting. He takes a bite. Doesn’t react. Looks smug. “Lying to avoid training? Sounds like something a loser would do.”

Ness: Takes a dainty bite, smiles like he’s modeling for a luxury moisturizer. “I’m not a loser. I don’t skip training.”

Raichi: “YES. OBVIOUSLY. I SAID I HAD A SPRAINED WRIST JUST TO SKIP WEIGHT TRAINING. I HATE WEIGHT TRAINING.” No one even asked him yet.

Gagamaru: “I once said I couldn’t train because I was stuck in a tree... I wasn’t lying.”

Hiori: “...Once. I had a fever. My mom forced me to run laps anyway.”

Noel Noa: Doesn’t speak. Chews with godlike indifference.

Igarashi: …sweating.

🌶️ ROUND 2–4 – False Confidence

Camera zooms in close, Kiyora’s expression hasn’t changed for the past three wings. But sweat beads drip from his jawline like condensation on a sinking ship. His hand is gripping the chair so tightly his knuckles are white.

Cut to a close-up of his legs: twitching. Cut back to his face: stone still.

Kiyora: "...I'm calm."

Ness: Tries to hide tears behind his bangs.

Kurona: chews mechanically. Blinks. “It’s okay.”

Question for Round 4: “What’s your deepest insecurity about your soccer career?”

Kaiser: “…That I’ll never be remembered for anything beyond being dethroned."

Kurona: “…That no matter how smart I play, people will always choose the flashier ones. I’ll never be the headline. Just the one passing the ball.” He doesn’t look up. Just keeps chewing.

Yukimiya: He fans himself with his own wing wrapper. He’s glistening in defeat but still composed. “That I’m already too late.”

Kiyora: “That I’ll never stand out.”

Ness (hiccuping): “I know what everyone thinks. That I’m just… decoration.” His lips are trembling. He wipes his nose with his sleeve like a 5-year-old.

Kunigami: Hasn't spoken. Just nods when asked a question.

Gagamaru: Just stares at the ceiling, chewing.

Noa: He picks up the next wing and adds hot sauce to it manually.

🌶️ ROUND 5 – The Shift

Camera zooms in. Everyone is now visibly affected. Yukimiya’s eyeglasses are slipping down his nose. Ness is hiding behind his wing. Kaiser is trying to sit like a Roman emperor but his pupils are blown and his lip is twitching.

Kiyora: hands visibly shaking

Raichi: coughing mid-scream "BRING IT ONNNN"

Question for Round 5: “Have you ever felt jealous of a teammate’s skills?"

Kaiser: scoffing with a half-laugh, half-choke: “Lions don’t envy sheep.” leans back, smug despite dying “I don’t waste emotions on people I was born to surpass.”

Isagi: blinking through the spice haze: “You’re the lion in the circus.”

Kaiser: jerks forward in rage “WHAT did you just say??”

Ness: wiping his face and sobbing, “Don’t listen to him, Kaiser! he’s wrong! he’s delirious from the capsaicin!”

Hiori: tears in his eyes, whispering “This wing is spicy and so is the emotional violence.”

Noa: Still bored. Still chewing.

Yukimiya: He tries to take a breath, only to choke mid-inhale.

Camera zooms in painfully slow. Kunigami is sitting stiff as a statue. The vein in his forehead is now visible. There’s a single bead of sweat trailing down his temple like it’s doing a walk of shame.

🌶️ ROUND 6–7 – Ego Death Phase

Camera cuts to Hiori. His soul has fully left his body. He’s chewing slowly. In the background, Kurona is casually licking his fingers like he’s eating lunch in the breakroom. The contrast is disturbing.

Question for Round 6: “What’s something egoistic you’ve done that you regret??"

Hiori: deadpanned. "...being born"

Yukimiya: drops his milk. shatters. visible panic.

Ness: crying "Loving Kaiser…"

Raichi: didn't even answered the question “WHO INVENTED THIS DEMON SAUCE??"

Kaiser: “Tch… It’s just food. It’s fine.” He blinks. His whole-body twitches.

Camera zooms in slowly as Isagi takes his third bite. His eyes squint, trying to read the trajectory of his life choices. His lips are glistening red like he just made out with hot sauce itself.

Kurona: "I kind of like it."

Kiyora: taps the table twice. Doesn’t speak. He’s about to quit but refuses. Silent rage.

Gagamaru: “I think I’m tasting the color red.”

Igarashi: taps out, cries in the corner. Says he saw God.

Camera shakes trying to keep up as Raichi throws himself back into his seat mid-chew. He slams both fists on the table. Sauce goes flying. Someone screams in the back.

🌶️ ROUND 8–9 – Chaos Ascends

Next shot: Kiyora staring dead into the distance. He hasn't blinked in two minutes. His breathing is shallow.

Kaiser: "MY TONGUE IS TRYING TO ESCAPE MY BODY." He glares at Isagi like it's his fault. It probably is.

Ness: He sobs into Kaiser’s shoulder. Kaiser shrugs him off.

Gagamaru: starts sniffing the wing. “This smells like my shampoo.”

Camera zooms in as Isagi takes a bite of Wing 8. His eye glows. Literally glows. Either it's his metavision or the ghost pepper oil entering his bloodstream. He mutters to himself between breaths: “Read the field… read the pain… adapt…” Cut to Kaiser, struggling to breathe.

Yukimiya: Methodically chews. His eyes are locked on the table. He looks like he’s staring at the concept of time itself.

Raichi: He attempts to dab his face with a napkin and accidentally punches himself in the eye.

Camera cuts in from a low angle. Hiori is leaning forward, elbows on table, his lips are trembling. His eyes are glassy. There’s a single trail of hot sauce rolling down his chin.

Hiori: “I think I’m going to cry. But not because of the spice. Just... everything.” He blinks. The wing falls from his hand.

Cut to Raichi screaming in the background. Hiori doesn’t react.

Kiyora: Camera pans slowly to a single tear rolling down his cheek.

Ness: There’s sauce on his chin, his hands, and somehow his neck. He reaches for Kaiser’s sleeve again. Kaiser moves away.

Noa: Still at peace. "Over fermented chili. Lacks depth."

Everyone else: Suffering.

🔥 ROUND 10 – The Last Dab

Camera zooms in. Dead center. Noel Noa hasn’t flinched once in 35 minutes. His posture hasn’t changed. The wing in his hand is balanced perfectly like he’s about to do surgery, not eat. The LED lights flash red behind him. The spice count is rising.

Noa: quietly “Too slow. You’re all too slow.” 

The camera shakes. The lens itself seems scared.

Kaiser (hoarse): “It’s fine. It’s fine. I feel nothing—” He starts laughing, then choking mid-laugh. Slams fist on table.

Isagi: Chews slowly. Determined. Every movement deliberate like he’s chasing something only he can see. He’s got tears in his eyes.

Raichi: “WHY IS THE INSIDE OF MY NOSE ON FIRE???” Screams. He starts punching the air. No one is surprised.

Ness: Takes the tiniest bite. IMMEDIATELY starts crying. “I HAVE TO FINISH IT, RIGHT??? I HAVE TO PROVE I’M WORTHY??” Kaiser is too far gone to answer.

Hiori: “I’m not okay. But I accept it.” He looks straight into the camera with the calm of a man descending into madness. He stops eating.

Kurona: Doesn’t even flinch at first. Just blinks. Eats the whole wing. Five seconds later: “…Im done, done!”

Kiyora: Just straight up cries.

Kunigami: Takes it like a man. Stares straight ahead. Chews. Swallows. “Pain is nothing to me.”

Gagamaru: “Look. One of them is crying.”

Noa (quietly): “It’s… warm.” He nods once. “Good training.”

Final Survivors: Isagi, Kaiser, Kurona, Kunigami, Gagamaru, and... Noel Noa

🎤 CONFESSIONAL CAMS:

Ness: sobbing “I think I saw my ancestors. One of them told me to stop chasing Kaiser and start chasing peace.” He wipes his eyes. “...I don’t know if I can do that.”

Kaiser: His lips are bright red, his hair is damp, and there is definitely the faint outline of a tear streak down one cheek. “It wasn’t even that hot. I just… closed my eyes for a second. To savor the flavor. That’s all.”

Isagi: Still sniffing. Looks like a man who just fought for his life and barely won. “I knew the spice would be bad.”

Gagamaru: “...Kinda tastes like fire ants. Not bad.”

Kurona: “...It’s good, good.”

Yukimiya: Still fanning himself with a silk pocket square. “I may have sobbed... but I did it gracefully.”

Hiori: “I’m not even mad. I just… need to rest.”

Raichi: Screaming directly at the camera. “I conquered the fire. I AM THE FIRE.”

Kunigami: “I feel nothing. These wings are just like life. Spicy, meaningless, and kind of repetitive.”

Igaguri: “The power of God left my body around Wing #6.” He sniffs violently.

Kiyora: “I didn’t suffer. I endured.” he says that like he’s convincing himself

Noel Noa: sits in silence. the untouched glass of milk glows beside him like a cursed artifact. “The spice was adequate.” Beat. “Pain is part of growth.” Beat. “But I did enjoy watching them all fall apart.”

🏆 RESULTS:

Most Pathetic aka Spicy Coward™: Gurimu Igarashi Most Likely To See God: Ness Most Likely To Be God: Noel Noa Most Terrifyingly Unaffected: Gagamaru Most Petty Under Fire: Michael Kaiser Winner by Unholy Willpower: Isagi, Kunigami, and somehow... Kurona???

🔥 Up Next: PXG and the French Sauce of Doom

Will Loki’s squad survive truffle-infused ghost peppers? Will Rin cry? Will Shidou bite someone??

Stay tuned for the next episode of Hellfire Heatwave. Ego never tasted so painful.

[cypresswood3]

Do you think Jonah and Larson would get on? Or would they both utterly despise each other? (i wanna write a tma/malev crossover about this at some point lol)

Ohohoho these two. My favourite little bastards.

I honestly think Larson would latch onto the idea of being an avatar. He is mesmerized by the occult and what it can possibly provide him. The whole "power" thing, exceeding what's humanly possible, experiencing pleasures that go beyond human perception... yeah. Jonah opening a whole new world of possible godlike sugar-daddies (...mommies? p... parents..?) would really interest him.

I think they'd be 100% worth each other. Larson wouldn't speak ill of Jonah, oh never, he's a very much treasured colleague to him. Perhaps Larson could sponsor the institute, even.

But Jonah Knows Larson doesn't give two shits about him as a person. There might be a tiny bit of admiration for what he's done, what he's accomplished, but if it was in Larson's best interest to throw Jonah and his eyes one by one off the tallest cliff, he would.

Not like Jonah's too offended by it, of course not. He doesn't really expecting blind loyalty from anyone ever.

As to Jonah's thoughts about Larson, well, if we're smashing the two worlds together, I think he'd be a bit uncomfortable with the idea of there being some other non-fear entities that granted Larson prosperity. These "gods" are out of the Eye's view, and that's like an itch he can't quite scratch. So he needs Larson to learn all about these other gods. As much as Larson needs him to learn about the Fears. So they're stuck in this weird codependency.

Oh I think I got distracted. Character-wise, they are pretty similiar. With their prolonged youth (Jonah's a bit envious Larson doesn't have to go through the headache of looking for hosts), similiar goals and kinda similiar worldviews. There is chemistry there I'm afraid.

I think it's mostly being very careful around each other while being unable to get their noses out of each other's business. Knowing the other would sell you to satan for a corn chip. Knowing the other will purposefully keep stuff away from you to maintain the power balance. They are as much annoyed at each other as they are impressed.

Oh and their theatrics. They're both theatre kids. This can either go terribly well or terribly terrible for them.

[doctorroseficmarathon]

Presenting the DoctorRose Fic Marathon 2024, August 1st-31st

Hello everyone! After taking a year off from the fic marathon we are back and bigger than ever! But since it’s been a while I figure I’ll reintroduce myself and the fic marathon! I’m @bigbad-tardis and the DoctorRose Fic Marathon is one month where authors write as much doctorrose fanfic as possible! There are prompts to get people inspired, but they are not necessary to follow. Write whatever you want, the point of the month is to just to write! The event of hosted on ao3, but the fics can be posted anywhere!

Normally the fic marathon was the month of September but because of scheduling, now the fic marathon will be moved up a month to August 1st-31st! And now there are 31 prompts instead of 30 to reflect this change! That makes this the biggest fic marathon ever. This is a beginner friendly event designed only to inspire people to write for the Doctor and Rose. It can be any pairing, ninerose, tenrose, elevenrose, hey! Even fifteenrose! Whatever floats your boat. And if you post your fic on tumblr, tag this account so I can reblog! I will also be posting on Twitter as well with help from @holdinontostars so check us out there too as docrosefic!

Before we get started, let’s refresh on the rules.

If you choose to connect any oneshots, do so as a series instead of a single story.

There is no set length or rating, write the fic you want to write! Tag your work appropriately but all types of fics are welcome during the fic marathon.

Tag the fic DoctorRose Fic Marathon (2024) so we can see what’s being posted!

Have fun!

There’s event is designed to be low stress, there is no need to feel like you have to write all of the prompts or for every day, or even in any order. They are only there to generate ideas and whatever fic you can write is plenty!

Now onto the prompts!

1. “We need you, I need you.”

This can be said in dialogue, this could be the start to the fic, whatever you want! It

2. Truth Serum

An oldie but a goodie! Keen eyes might remember it from previous events.

3. One Bed

There was only one bed, oh no, what will the Doctor and Rose do?

4. Sickfic

I’m actually not sure if I’ve done this one before. But personally I think we need more sickfics out there! This one was suggested anonymously by a follower!

5. “Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf”

Who is afraid of the Big Bad Wolf indeed, I think there is a lot more than meets the eye to our formerly godlike friend Rose Tyler.

6. Accidental Baby Acquisition

Half kidfic, half adoption, half chaos. What would it be like if the Doctor and Rose suddenly acquired a child, whether that be their own, an orphan, or anything of the sort.

7. (Super)hero

This one is a little self indulgent, but the Doctor might be one of the greatest heroes ever. Or Rose too for that matter. (But personally I’d like to see a cape or two)

8. Bad Wolf as Disability

This could be any disability, but you can’t expect me to believe that Bad Wolf didn’t leave any side effects. This was was also anonymously suggested.

9. “His One Constant Companion”

What if the Doctor’s constant companion isn’t death, but in fact someone else?

10. Episode Fix-It

Previously there was a trio of prompts corresponding to GitF, Doomsday, and Journey’s End, but I’ve combined and expanded the prompt to apply to any episode.

11. At a Ball

This was also anonymously suggested! Big fan of elaborate dresses and dancing.

12. Multi Doctor

Haven’t you wondered what it would be like for there to be multiple Doctors in the same time and only one Rose?

13. Reunion

You all know why.

14. “You Are Who You Choose to Be”

This quote from the Iron Giant is about a weapon who doesn’t want to hurt anyone, kind of like the Doctor in a way, no?

15. Time Loop

Heaven Sent, Eve of the Daleks, it’s a sci-fi classic for a reason.

16. Alternate First Meeting

This juggernaut of a prompt has been in the fic marathon three times, and that’s because it’s my favorite!

17. Phones

One of the features of New Who is that the Doctor upgrades the companions phones, how does that change the dynamic.

18. Jealousy

This was anonymously submitted as well!

19. Soulmates

Another anonymous submission but oh they’re so right. The Doctor and Rose are soulmates.

20. “The North Wind Blows and Carries Down the Distant Rose”

Have you guys ever noticed that the wind picks up during dimensional travel sometimes… the north wind carries the distant Rose? Just saying

21. Bad Wolf/The Oncoming Storm

Everyone fears someone, the TARDIS just happens to have two of the most scary people ever.

22. Supernatural

No im not talking about superwholock. Unless that’s something you like, then feel free, but this was intended to be an all encompassing trope for the people who wanted magic and mermaids. It’s even more relevant now that Doctor Who is experimenting with superstition.

23. Only Description

This guy is the only “challenging” prompt for the event. Try to write a story without dialogue and only using description.

24. Sun, Moon, and Stars

Rose Tyler burns like the sun, the Doctor sometimes lands on the moon. Loads of possibilities here!

25. The Master

I’m just saying that the Rose, Doctor, Master dynamic could be hilarious if given the chance.

26. Domestics

The Doctor said he didn’t do domestic, but ever since they met Rose they seem very versed in it. Curious.

27. “Something of the Wolf”

We all know that there has to be something has to have changed with Rose Tyler after Bad Wolf, and apparently other people have noticed too.

28. Classic

This could mean a lot of things, Classic Who references, or are the Doctor and Rose a classic love story?

29. Timey Wimey

The Tenth Doctor invented this iconic phrase, there are numerous ways this could apply to the Doctor and Rose.

30. Dreams

Look, the Doctor is a telepath, everyone dreams. Loads of possibilities here.

31. Forever

I always try to end out the month with the sappiest of prompts, and I think this one fits.

[perictione00]

Selfish

Ch 2: Confession

Pairing: Geto Suguru x reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut, fluff, pining, teenage angst.

Synopsis: You left the Jujutsu World behind the moment the source of your warmth turned cold. So what happens when you come face to face with that one episode in your life that you wanted to obliterate? Simple, you reap what you sow.

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Ch 1

2006

On your first meeting with Gojo Satoru, you concluded that he was an arrogant, spoiled brat who was gifted with good looks and godlike powers. Fortunately, with him came the heavenly two: Shoko and Geto, who aligned with the normal spectrum of human emotions in your eyes, unlike the borderline narcissist called Gojo. Maybe you were biased, but at least those two didn't call you weak when you introduced yourself. It was not difficult to get along with all of them, so in no time, you grew close to everyone. You spent a lot of time with Yaga, who was trying to decipher your cursed technique, which he believed was something akin to Geto's, and that brought about daily practice sessions with your then crush.

Geto Suguru was nearly perfect in all senses, always on the morally correct side. His desire to protect everyone, his unique approach to the whole teaching situation, and his method of training added more to his already mesmerizing persona in your mind. You trained with him every single day after classes, had hour-long conversations about the most stray subjects while trading vintage cassette tapes, and feasted on any peculiar but palatable dish you came across. Regarding your slow growth, his patience with you bore fruit the day you stumbled upon an unfavorable breakthrough. You fainted halfway through combat, yet your body swerved every additional attack coming your way with some foreign cursed energy. He conducted certain actions that might trigger this behavior again, only to discover that you shared some sort of symbiotic relationship with an entity that resided within your subconscious. He surmised that it didn't possess you; instead, it protected you, the host, for mutually gainful results. It wasn't dangerous by nature. Geto tried exorcising it but gave up due to its unpredictable nature while secretly informing Yaga about it.

_______

After your lucrative performance in the Yamanashi Prefecture assignment, you were bombarded with numerous missions, sometimes assisting Haibara or Nanami, keeping you busy enough to miss out on your lessons with Geto. So naturally, Geto found himself gravitating towards you when he saw your bruised form coming out of the infirmary. "Missed me?", Geto asked, leaning on the infirmary door.

"You wish", you replied with a playful smile.

"Ouch... can't recall your Romeo already, I see". Now that is awful because that's the thing about Geto; he says stuff like this so casually, and it hurts knowing well the platonic character of your relationship. You feel terrible for not being a truly faithful friend. However, you have almost made peace with it over the span of 4 months, striving to get it through your head that dating is not the most significant experience of teenage life; maybe it's friendship, and it's okay to accept that some people are just way out of your league. These were the constant subliminal messages going around in your head.

"Yeah, found a new one. Hello husband", you retorted as Nanami entered the scene, and in true Nanami fashion, he took his time to understand that the remark was meant for him.

"So it was a head injury, I presume", Nanami said with a straight face.

"More like a heart injury after your blatant denial of our romantic married life just now!", you scoffed, trying to sound as offended as possible. You found out recently that teasing Nanami had become your new favorite thing; his reactions were to die for, and possibly Gojo's weird tactics were rubbing off on you.

To say that Geto was bewildered would be an understatement, because the last time he checked, Nanami wasn't one to entertain such chatter or blush at unintentionally flirty jokes. Generally, Geto considered himself the most mature of the bunch, and he was above all these sappy-feeling things, so why were several questions flooding his head? Was Geto the third wheel here? Was he feeling some sort of way for you? Did he want you to be this way only with him? Geto waited till Nanami left out of sheer awkwardness and embarrassment to ask if you wanted to hang out with him, and unfortunately, you were not free.

Actually, you were. You just wanted to save yourself from the heartache because it was frustrating how you felt around him. He was untouchable and really beautiful, and your sense of inferiority kicked in every time Gojo bragged about the double dates he went on with his best friend. So turning him down seemed like a better option than deluding yourself in fantasies. What you didn't know was that life already had a funny joke up its sleeve—that Geto had been assigned to an inevitable mission along with Gojo that very day.

2010

Geto was tired of dealing with the spineless monkeys; they were getting on his nerves. Such self-centered, one-dimensional idiotic bunch weren't worth his time, but their pockets full of money and senseless heads filled with blind devotion were. Since their disgusting lives lacked meaning, he manipulated them into believing in the revolutionary religious group that he was the god of. To make some sense of the useless souls, he was doing them a favor by liberating them and making use of their miserable existence. It was always easy to instill fear in the ignorant; hence, his blessings and powers became the perfect pearls in his already beautiful ornament.

What kept him motivated was something that he yearned for—the only boon he had been enthroned with—you. And right now, he was waiting for you to return from an important congregation you conducted to scout some new fools into this institution. He knew you were capable of so much more than just using your beauty and polite, submissive nature to exploit the beliefs of the non-sorcerers, yet he couldn't trigger your fragile state by exposing you too much to the consequences of following him. So he complied with your wishes of playing house as an escape from everything. It was everything and more; there was no harm, there were no curses, there was sincerity, there was love, and there was you, and you were all he needed.

"I'm never going back there again!", you declared as you pulled Geto into a hug the minute you arrived. Being surrounded by silly people, putting up a facade, carrying yourself like an angel in front of all the devotees, a ruthless sorcerer for the enemies, a diplomat in non-sorcerer politics, and a prudent young girl for all the perverts was exhausting. It was only beside Geto that you allowed yourself to let loose, as danger was always on your tail due to your close association with him.

"Come on, I have to show you something", he said, breaking the hug.

"I really don't have the energy to travel anymore, Suguru. Let's go back to the hotel", you whined.

"Please, just this once. You won't regret it", he pleaded, and you obviously agreed. The car ride was peaceful, with your head laying on his shoulder as he admired your sleeping form, waking you up once the car reached its destination.

You woke up to a duplex surrounded by a row of rare flowers and trees, arranged in a uniform manner. You looked around the area before speaking up, "What's this place?"

"It's our home", Geto answered lovingly.

You looked back and forth between the house and him, taken aback. You remembered telling him how frustrating it was to move hotels every week. How much you craved the warmth of your parents own place. How much you wanted to be with him in a place where you could breathe freely and not feel guilty about anything. You turned to Suguru only to see him looking at you affectionately. You could be here with him, and no one in the world would know. Maybe there's a chance for change. You wanted to convey your million feelings to him, so you closed the distance between you to kiss him and let him know, which he reciprocated by kissing you deeply, pulling you as close as possible, and stopping only to take you to explore the rest of the house.

The moment you entered the bedroom, Geto had you against the wall as you wrapped your legs around him instinctively. Nuzzling into your neck and pecking you, Geto felt alive for the first time in a while. The way your lips met, the way you tasted, and the way you were trying to move your hips to gain some friction were driving him insane; it was heavenly. Before he could do anything about it, you halted your movements and walked towards the bed, stripping yourself completely and turning to say, "Suguru, I want you to fuck me".

Almost as if on cue, Geto took off his black yukata robes and followed you to the bed. He was so aroused that he couldn't help but kiss you again and suck hard enough on your bottom lip to leave a bruise. Laying you down, he started sucking your neck and teasing your nipples, going south with every passing second. Once he reached your sex, a loud moan escaped your mouth when he swirled his tongue, entering your dripping hole as he initiated the assault on your clit with his thumb. His humming pleasured you more through the vibrations, showing you just how much he longed for you. "Fuck Suguru, don't stop", you whined out of desperation.

Your moans motivated him to lick your clit with broad strokes of his tongue. You were tangling his hair, pulling on them, and trying to grind on his face, and seeing your squirming body under his control made him painfully hard. Keeping a tight grip on your thighs, Geto buried himself between them, swilling and smacking the slick while relishing his new addiction. Your hole pulsated around his tongue as he kept slurping on your juices, and you climaxed due to the overstimulation.

High on you, Geto had you sprawled on your back in a missionary position. The hypnotic haziness of the moment was too much for him, so he entered you to fulfill his carnal desire to have you. Moaning wildly, he tried to move, only to end up shuddering due to the stimulation. He didn't want to hurt you, but your face—the mix of ecstasy and craziness—was enough to drive him to the brink. Forgetting everything, he started rutting into you with harsh, deep strokes, causing you to writhe under him. The delicious jiggle of your tits allured Geto to give them the attention they deserved, sucking on one while squeezing the other. "Fuck...ngh...hsh... you're doing so good, baby...ahh", Geto said with a shaky breath as he lifted your leg up to thrust even deeper.

It wasn't the first time Geto was doing it with you; actually, he had spent countless amazing nights with you before, but this time was different. He felt as if you both were sharing the unspoken feelings you held for each other; it was serene and intimate. Being a God to thousands yet he found true devotion only in your eyes, where he was what he aspired to be: kind. And in this moment, he became one with you, and there was no beyond. His exuberant feelings were waiting to be spilled, but something stopped him. Was it doubt or rejection? He didn't know, but he knew better than to say it out loud.

"I love you, Suguru...hah..fuc-", you were cut off with a suffocating kiss. Geto's thrusting became erratic as he tried to express himself through his actions. Suddenly, life felt more lively; every sensation on his skin felt more pleasurable; it was overwhelming; he was losing control. You both came together, yet none of you stopped, wanting to stay in that euphoric episode for longer. Geto had so much to say to you, so much to confess, but he didn't. There was no rejection now; however, there was vulnerability, and it scared him.

"I love you", was all that his cowardice allowed him to utter.

Ch 3

[happybunny999]

Botw characters / champions react to a Inner God power reader

(The reader is female and comes from our world and is sweet, nonchalant, happy go lucky) (the reader became the god’s host when they were 14 years old, they are now 17-18 now) (The reader possesses powerful inner god entity power with them that is even more powerful than hylia and the Triforce goddesses . And based on the wiki article inner god gives the reader godlike powers and abilities and knowledge at any level and all levels despite the reader’s lack of experience and is protective and possessive towards it’s host and will tear, wipe out and destroy anyone or anything that harms the reader and will take over the host body to help them if they unable to defend themselves) ( the reader is inexperienced but has a strong bond with the entity which gives the reader enchanted immense power with their abilities)

Link:

He is very wary of you due to your personality and that with such power you possess you should be more mature and be more serious but your not

Keeps the princess away from you at first since despite your sweet nature you also don’t plan out any plans at all and just go for it with your immense power not bothering stop and wait before going to help people and soldiers with a task

Still couldn’t believe you when you told him your power but was convinced when he saw that you could do anything with just a snap of your finger 

And when you were distracted or not paying attention he (as well as the others) saw how your power took control and protected you and was harsh towards the enemy

He also saw that nothing could effect you or even kill/defeat you for that matter

Zelda:

Is wary and surprised when she first met you looking around the castle (doesn’t know how you even got in the castle in the first place, you teleported your way in) and when you were taking a nap at sacred spring were she goes to pray

She did not like you at first due to the fact you had manage to unlock your power at a young age and is able to handle it just fine and even form a bond with the ‘entity’ that choose you as it’s host

she also didn’t like how you could just solve any problem with snap of your finger and how you have no experience or any idea about magic,fighting, or even how to be serious for one second always taking thing for a laugh and always try to be optimistic, even in dangerous situations

but over time when she sees your kindness and sweet personality she’ll look less hostile towards you and will ask to help her with unlocking her power and you did and it worked

Will be forever grateful to you for helping her power and for bringing back the champions and her father from death

Deruk:

He will think your power is cool and would always try to be like a brother to you and would hang out with you the most

Likes how adorable you are and just how powerful you are too and would show you off to his people(sorry I don’t know the name)

Is glad that you know how to protect yourself and even help the princess with her troubles and for that he is glad that your here with them

Mipha:

At the beginning she was wary of you but soon began to take a liking to you and the two of you became friends

You show her all kinds of water magic tricks that she has never seen before and is amazing even new swimming methods and how you hold your breath for long periods of time which amazes her completely

She also like how you see things in a positive light and is sweet to the heart and goes to you when she feels jealous when she sees Zelda with link and you listen to her give her some advice to just love herself

You also like playing with young Sidon which makes Mipha very happy

Urbosa:

Was suspicious of you at first and didn’t trust you at all and always kept in eye on you and made sure that you didn’t do anything funny

Try’s to get you to be serious and not so careless just because you have a power that can protect you every single time

Is grateful that you helped the princess with her power and you could easily take out calamity Ganon on your own if you wanted too

Revali:

Is snub when he first met you and did not trust you and was kinda jealous that had absolutely no experience with power yet here you are summoning wings and other magical powers and abilities so careless and freely and it would put the princess hard work to shame

Also didn’t like the you just have wings or could just float above the ground and air

But thanks you( kinda) for helping the princess with her struggles and her insecurities

Hyrule champions+Zelda (all of them together):

Honestly they didn’t know what to think of you at all(I mean a Human? Not hyrule, with god like abilities) it was basically strange and unknown to them and with your immense knowledge and Very many abilities they first saw you as a threat and consider you dangerous to the princess and hyrule

They all met you when they heard a loud boom with pink, gold-ish , along with a hint of rainbow glow outside the castle after the knight ceremony. As the made their way to the source of the light thinking it was the arrival of calamity Ganon but… but no it wasn’t in fact but it was you standing in the middle of the crater from the light that had faded from your arrival and they were shocked and confused because of the fact you had normal ears and light dark skin with a very questionable sense of fashion ( like your wearing modern day clothes colorful sleeved shirt and soft pants or a modern dress with high heel boots that looks weird to them) along with the appearance of a young girl(remember 14 year old but you are around the age of 17-18 now) which leaves them in shock and curiosity while keeping their guard up in case

once you step out from the crater you are immediately surrounded by guarded guards and Hyrule’s very champions having their weapons pointed at you and looking at you with a serious expression on their face meanwhile you just have a small smile on your face because you had expected this kind of treatment and just glad you manage to get here just in time to save everyone from their tragedy fate and you had a plan on just how to save them all with your power

(There will be a sequel to this )



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// The Shadow of a Tree

I can’t believe this week’s chapter forcefully changed my original plan for the day, and now here I am with this small essay (note: I wrote this before I started writing an essay, and I’m famous for underestimating how much I can yap).

This ramble contains spoilers up to Chapter 200.1 of To Your Eternity.

I won’t pretend to know exactly what Oima is cooking, because the story still isn’t done yet. But  Chapter 200.1 is the only chapter that makes the most sense to me after a few chapters of  Evangelion-esque what-the-hell-is this-even ever since Fushi and Left Hand Nokker played basketball with a magical ping pong ball.

To me, this chapter recontextualizes all the other chapters leading up to it.

Who Are The Nokkers, After All?

The war between Fushi and Nokkers has gone on for a long time, and by the Future Era, we’ve been led to believe that all Fushi lacked was the full kit of the Beholder’s godlike powers to squash them once and for all.

So! Fushi managed to gain that. What’s left is to destroy the Nokkers and save humanity, right?

Except that isn’t what they do. Instead, they offer a ball of unknown properties to Left Hand Nokker (who has taken on the form of the first host that has ever invited it to possess her, Hayase). When the Left Hand squashed it hard enough that it exploded on Fushi’s face, all they do is let the Left Hand beat them futilely as they regrow, get destroyed, and reform again.

Fushi doesn’t even try to fight. They just abuse their new Creator’s powers to… yap uninterruptedly. Curiously, despite Fushi inviting them to answer their question, the Left Hand Nokker is completely silent. It’s a very stark contrast to Fushi’s yapping.

Some readers on the Discord server voiced confusion and consternation about where this is going. They pointed out how Fushi’s previous pacifist approach (during the Modern Era) didn’t work; it was what led to Kaibara and their success in large-scale human extermination in the Future Era. Fushi, to them, made terrible decisions back then, and right now, they risk making the same sort of mistakes.

In their view, the right approach should be something like

Wholesale extermination of the Nokkers using godly powers. OR

Transforming Nokkers into humans.

However, I think they are misunderstanding what the Nokkers are.

The Nokkers are metaphysical enemies. 

They aren’t evil politicians or alien overlords or a legion of hell demons. Instead, they are the reaction to the Beholder and Fushi’s actions. They would not have existed if Fushi hadn’t existed.

In Buddhist philosophical lingo, the Nokkers and Fushi-Beholder are dependently co-arisen; the Nokkers are the shadow of the tree—when the tree exists, so too the shadow.

Using godly powers to exterminate every Nokker that exists right now will not remove them once and for all. Neither will turning them into humans. Nokkers are metaphysical enemies born from Fyes; as long as there is existence, they will always be Nokkers. The pool of Fyes will never run dry.

If you think, well, then I’ll just remove Fyes altogether!

What will you get? Living beings that don’t even seem right or alive... As seen in Chapter 199.1 and 199.2.

You cannot have existence without “nokkers.”  So, you cannot have an extraordinary existence without extraordinary Nokkers.

Dependently co-arisen, the only way to remove the shadow of a tree is to remove the tree itself. The only way to exterminate these immortal, extraordinary Nokkers is to remove the immortal, extraordinary Fushi from existence. This is Fushi’s insight. 

But what does it mean for us, the readers? What is the deeper allegory Oima might be painting?

Nokkers are representations of  “dukkha”—dissatisfaction, suffering, unease.

That’s right! It’s Buddhist Philosophy time again! The nature of interdependence is that you’re always connected to someone who never stops yapping about Buddhism—the difference is how many degrees of separation.

As soon as one exists, one is bound to dukkha. Usually translated as “suffering,” dukkha is sometimes more accurately translated as “unsatisfactoriness,” because dukkha is far more prevalent than things we would call “all-out suffering.”

The easiest form of dukkha can be seen in the usual suspects: death, sickness, pain, work, etc. This is dukkha—"an aversion to physical suffering.” This is the dukkha Fushi was experiencing the most in the Past Era.

Even when you are living the best time of your life, reaping pleasure and undergoing no pain, you’ll still suffer dukkha when you remember how transient this moment actually is. It won’t last forever, and so you dread its passing. This, too, is dukkha—"unease.”This is the dukkha Fushi experienced a lot in the Modern Era. 

Even if this “bestest time ever frfr no cap” truly lasts so much longer than you’d expected, you’ll still grow desensitized by its pleasures and begin to crave something else. This is dukkha—"a lack of lasting satisfaction.”This is the most prevalent in the Future Era, as exemplified by the residents of Kaibara’s society, especially Rabbit himself.

In TYE, all three forms dukkha are related to the Nokkers, and I think that’s by design. Sometimes the Nokkers are the perpetrators; sometimes they are the accessories or enablers. What they are within the story, therefore, is the narrative embodiment of dukkha. 

In Buddhism, dukkha is one of the Three Marks of Existence—a.k.a. “No existence is without dukkha.” It is, therefore, as surefire as the shadow existing from a tree.

Sisyphus’ Mudball

Fushi says they will settle with this feud with one gift: the mudball. This is how they describe it:

Left Hand takes the present, this “ultimate sphere of human civilization,” and…

It deliberately drops it, cracking it.

My mate Brane from Discord interpreted it this way: 

[…] Hirotoshi's ball (the mudball) is shiny, looks perfect but crumbles easily. Nevertheless people will put great effort into making one that's perfect(ly round),  even though itll inevitably be destroyed. Making them brings people together and bridges the generations as adults pass the secret on to children. Mizuha and Left Hand both reject them while basically having a tantrum, metaphorically only being able to see the bad side to life rather than the brief perfection. In mizuha's case fushi ignored her because of his problems and she got worse. Here he's standing and laughing at the absurdity of it(.)

I have a bit more to add to the mudball’s symbolism as it’s paired with Fushi’s words.

For all of human history, we humans have toiled, creating civilization after civilization, to reduce the suffering so intrinsic to the human experience. We try to master nature, create art, dream of things and work toward bringing them about, learn, collect, and expand knowledge, invent incredible things and concepts, formulate such intricate theories and philosophy about how best to live and be happy. 

Imagine all of that (and so much more) is in this mudball—“the ultimate sphere created by human civilization”—that Fushi presents to Left Hand Nokker.

To me, what they were asking was essentially”

“Can this be enough to overcome dukkha?”

The Left Hand responds by dropping it and cracking it—a rebuke on our collective effort. No, no matter how much we work, how much human civilization has achieved, how improved our tech may be, how much nature we have mastered—

None of it can satisfy a Nokker. None of it will ever overcome dukkha. 

It was supposed to be a bleak response. Something that makes us let out a collective, “here we go again” sigh.

And yet, Fushi laughs.They’re laughing jovially in a way that makes me suspect they knew the answer all along. How absurd it would have been if all of that were enough to remove dukkha from life!

This, I think, is the laugh of someone enlightened. So what if the mudball cracked? They will just make it again. What if our civilization—and/or the parts that form it—aren’t working well enough? We’ll just keep trying and improve again.

Accept that there is no existence without dukkha. Live with dukkha. Live in spite of dukkha. Live without fear of dukkha.

When you remove one dukkha, another will arise. It’s alright; take comfort in that transient moment of you making it and do it again. Strive even when there’s more dukkha to come.

It is Sisyphus pushing up the rock in Albert Camus’ retelling—that’s the nature of Fushi’s battle with the Nokkers. Fushi wanted to look for ways to stop it forever, but now they understood. An eternal existence would mean an eternal interaction with the Nokkers. An eternal life would mean an eternal engagement with dissatisfaction, unease… suffering.

To that, Oima (probably) says,

"One must imagine Fushi happy."

Thank you for reading my ramble. 

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Some Extras For The Existentialist

With how existentialist Chapter 200’s direction is, it makes me understand Rabbit’s deal a little more… maybe?

When the fight for the magical ping pong ball began, Rabbit said some pretty cynical, nihilistic shit—life is pretty damn meaningless, so kill us; it doesn’t matter.

But we later see Rabbit crying Naruto-ly (as in, with snots) over Abel’s death. It’s probably the only time he had ever shown any emotion without the cynical, ironic coat he always puts on. He had cared about Abel (who isn’t even related to him by blood and was born naturally, without a tagchip) all along, and in the past, had even sometimes helped Doro in fighting the tyranny of Kaibara society.

Why would a (pessimistic) nihilist do all of that if he had not believed it would mean anything?

I think Rabbit is meant to represent people who are caught between existentialism and pessimistic nihilism. He’s presumably lived long enough, without pain and any ambition other than “do the bidding of his superiors”, that any meaning of life has become obtuse to him (oho, it’s dukkha again!).

He failed to realize that he had, by existing, created meaning for himself already.

One of the meanings we humans can create is through forming relationships with other people—recognizing and relishing in the interdependence of our common existence. Rabbit had not known he had discovered such meaning for himself until Abel was gone.

It was something his tagchip could never provide, and therefore it was far more impermanent and transient than all of it. And yet, this is precisely why Abel was so meaningful.

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Say what you like about Sony’s Marvel’s movies, they have done a much better job of establishing the multiverse than the MCU has.

Think about it. The MCU just use the multiverse as an excuse for pointless cameos, the rules keep changing at the whim of the producers, and there’s no sense of risk or consequence for anything. Compare that to Sony’s Spider-Verse. We know that there’s millions of universes out there. Animated, live action, LEGO, Funko Pop etc. There are vast differences between them, but they all have one thing in common. “Canon” events. In every universe, certain things must always happen, such as the death of a loved one. If it doesn’t, the very fabric of that universe falls apart. We know it’s possible to travel to different universes, but it’s impossible to stay in that universe without a Web-Watch because of cellular decay. The human body cannot survive long in a different universe. The only one who can is the Spot, but it takes vast amounts of power and threatens the fabric of the multiverse itself the more power he gets.

And finally, just when you think things couldn’t possibly get any worse, in Venom: The Last Dance we learn of Knull. A godlike being of immense power that exists in the void between universes. Angry that these “kingdoms of light” are encroaching on his territory, his goal is to escape his prison and destroy the entire multiverse. His children, the symbiotes, imprisoned him and fled to different universes to get away from him, becoming parasitic and vowing never to resurrect a host in case they accidentally create a codex because they fear what will happen if their creator breaks free.

Unlike the MCU, Sony’s Spider-Verse has clear rules and stakes. The multiverse is vast and intricate, but it’s also incredibly fragile and is just one bad decision away from total collapse.

Like a spider web, you could say.