#i won't refuse to answer or select 'other'

[buzzcutbulldyke]

Honestly I gotta say I'm personally not mad when trans people throw a fit about not being included in research, because I would LOVE if more research disaggregated trans people. Because the alternative is definitely, at this point, that they are lumped in with their gender identity and not their sex. But for all they whine, I genuinely think if research started reporting trans numbers separately, they would be unhappy with the results. But hey, prove me wrong!

However, as a researcher who once distributed a survey that included trans people in the sex question, god they're so difficult. If it isn't phrased EXACTLY the way they want, they refuse to answer it, or they purposely answer it wrong as a form of protest, and it made me want to rip my hair out. You know what I fucking meant! Do you people have ANY idea how difficult it is to make EVERYONE happy? Just answer the fucking question! I'm sorry that I didn't use your terminology of the month and potentially confuse all the normal people.

[roseykat]

TITLE: Venom Biter

PAIRING: Minho x reader

SUMMARY: The end of a relationship between you and Minho turns as sour as it could ever get. A lovers to enemies trope.

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate every single interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work or page whatsoever.

TAGS: breakups, hate sex, post-breakup sex, unprotected sex, swearing, angst, manhandling, push and shove, spitting, choking, oral sex (f!reader receiving), angst, strong hints of degradation, use of degrading names such as 'slut' and 'whore'.

A/N: this was originally meant to be for one of the days I had planned for Kinktober but I was up to my neck in work and I didn't want to post something sort of half-assed so I had to hone down on most of the work for this piece.

MASTERLIST

“Broke up?” Chan’s eyes refuse to blink. “You two broke up!?”

His confused filled stare shoots for the direction of his best friend, Minho, who quietly sits opposite him across the table. He looks slightly withdrawn or…off colour. It can’t have been the gruelling two hour lecture they finished before heading out to lunch. If it were that, Minho would be complaining his head off saying how boring it was or cursing himself for not changing his minor earlier. 

He’s just not his usual self. In other social settings, he could talk until the cows came home. But the entire hour that they’ve spent together at lunch, Chan has been doing all the conversing and only receiving vague one-word answers. It wasn’t until he asked what was up with Minho that his friend dished out the news that he and his girlfriend - you, had split up.

“Why?” Chan proceeds, still swimming in shock.

A sigh leaves Minho’s mouth. He truly doesn’t feel like revisiting this subject. When he even thinks about the answer, all he can recall is the firey shouting match you both had the day things crumbled. 

“It’s messy,” he replies with a cloudy and ambiguous answer. 

“If you talk about it, then it might help you make sense of it all.”

He groans this time, “I really, really don’t want to do that. What’s done is done.” 

“Done?” Chan questions, still not letting up on an interrogation. “You were in a relationship with Y/N, for years. You guys talked about a whole future together. That’s not something you just sweep under the rug and forget about.”

If there’s one thing he almost did forget about, it’s that you were friends with him - not just Chan, but the seven others as well. After all, it was Minho who introduced you to those select people whom he calls his brothers. They would’ve found out eventually if Minho refrained from telling them who you were dating all those years ago.

Though naturally, you became very close with them. 

“We’ve both chosen to do that so there’s nothing really much left to dispute.”

Chan’s eyebrows furrow, realising he left out a crucial question to the situation, “why did you guys break up in the first place?”

Minho feels like he’s going to run out of sighs, “she doesn’t love me anymore and I don’t love her anymore. That’s literally all there is to it.” 

“You’re telling me you both fell out of love - at the same time,” Chan responds, still having a difficult time trying to comprehend his friend's situation.

“Pretty much,” Minho confirms with a nod. 

Chan finds that extremely hard to believe from his friend - the very person who would enter a different realm whenever he was in a five centimetre radius of you. His eyes would glaze over as if he were possessed; always fixated on you, he’d smile more than he usually would, and was comfortable in the space around you. 

There had to be another reason, surely. 

But it had almost been three weeks since Chan dissected the news out of Minho, and it was almost like pulling teeth trying to dive for the details. Each attempt was as fruitless as the next and in the end, Chan just plucked the same answers.

Regardless, it seemed to play out better than expected. Minho saved himself from having to dish out explanations as to why you wouldn’t be around anymore. As a result, telling Chan was the best option and since the others didn’t know, Minho was okay with him telling them so that he didn’t have to. 

In saying that, Minho left out very central details of what happened leading up to the breakup. He never mentioned the constant fighting, the lying, the false accusations, the shouting matches, up until the point where you were both swimming in the toxicity the pair of you created. 

He also absconded from the fact to Chan that not only did you both separate, but you’ve also both come to view the other differently and not through a good lens. Minho shouted it in your face the other day to which you did the same; “I hate you.” And that was that.

But his friends probably didn’t need to know all of that. 

Since that day, you’ve been in the process of trying to find an apartment for yourself which isn’t easy. You want to remain in town and not too far out so that you don’t have a long commute to work, and at the same time, you don't want to break the bank trying to find a nice place to rent in the city. All in all, it was tough, but you were ready to just leave. 

Having packed up the majority of your stuff in boxes, all you had to do was wait for landlords to contact you back about possible vacant apartments. Thankfully Minho was lenient in allowing you to stay until you found a place. 

You slept in the spare room, mainly keeping to yourself and the boxes of things surrounding the space. Occasionally you would have to lock yourself in there and throw on some noise-cancelling headphones whenever Minho brought around another woman to sleep with.

It was his house, you knew that and now that you have no ties to him and he’s letting you stay, it was never your place to question his actions. 

Still, that could never lessen the hurt. It was painful which is why you hated him so much. You don’t know how a person could move on so quickly after so many years of being told how much you’re loved. It was like he never meant it. With that being said, when you eventually managed to find a decent place, you were free from Minho. 

All of your items were ready to be moved out, taking a couple of days to actually get them to your new place. In the tiring process, you also had to factor in your work schedule which meant it would take longer to continue moving your stuff. Nonetheless, you had the majority of your boxes out of Minho's house with only a few remaining that you needed to swing by and pick up.

"Something wrong?" he wears a blank look on his face when you arrive on the doorstep to his house.

"Some of my stuff is still here, can I come in to grab it please?" You ask politely. He gives a silent answer in return by opening his door wider for you to walk in before he goes back to whatever it was he was doing.

You make your way into the spare room where the last of your things remain, but there is one odd detail you notice as you approach the items. What was supposed to be taped down lids to the boxes had in fact been opened; not in the state you had originally left it in. 

"Minho," you call out, hoping he heard you.

Sure enough, he did. Minho walks into the spare room with a puzzled expression, wondering why he's been summoned, "what?"

“Why are these open?” You ask, lifting one box off of the other to check if the rest were open as well. “Half of my stuff isn’t in here.”  

“You were coming back for those?” he replies with a question. 

“What the hell else would I be coming back here for?” 

“That's what I thought when you got here,” he says. “I thought it was for other things that you left behind, not ones in these boxes."

Your eyes never leave his face, tracking any sudden shifts in his muscles to try to figure out if he’s actually telling the truth or not. Even though you and Minho aren’t together, you're sure he wouldn't do anything malicious out of spite.

“So why is half my stuff missing?” 

Minho pinches the bridge of his nose, “I thought you didn’t need any of it and that you left it here on purpose for me to deal with or throw out.” 

“So what…” you trail off, expecting his answer. Minho hesitates for a few moments, sitting on the fence about whether he should actually tell you or not. But the least he can do right now is be honest. 

“I told the…girl I bought around the other day that if she wanted anything-“ 

“No you fucking didn’t.” 

“-she could have whatever was left in the boxes,” Minho finishes the rest of his sentence which would’ve been better for you not to hear. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you for leaving them behind in the first place!” Minho argues back, trying to defend himself here even though he knows he’s in the wrong. “You were gone for a few days Y/N, I thought you just left!” 

“I never left them behind! I told you how long it was going to take my things to move!” You shout at him, tears brimming your eyes. “Now my stuff…”

The hurt genuinely sets in. Minho feels a sharp stab of pain in his chest when he sees how visibly upset you are. He knows that he’s been nothing short of a dickhead within the past month and now he’s gone and made things worse. It’s no point in him now to say that it was an honest mistake.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know, truly.”

You shove him backwards into the dresser, knocking down some of the empty photo frames that were once homes for pictures of you and Minho, “you’re not sorry. You’re the fucking worst.”

Taken aback by your actions, Minho turns behind him to see the frames flat on the surface then looks back at you, “seriously Y/N, I would not have done that out of spite.”

“But it’s the fact that you still did it!” You raise your voice at him and shove him back again. “You didn’t bother calling or texting me about it when you should’ve!” 

Minho predicts your next move and catches your arms to stop you from pushing him back impossibly further into the dresser. He shoves you back, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed which causes you to land on it behind you.

Before the surprise kicks in, Minho is kneeling on top of you, nearly straddling your lower half as he starts pinning your arms to the side of your head. Yet with a split second of momentum to break free, you struggle but manage to flip the tables and pin Minho on his back. 

You mount his hips before your mouth comes down to kiss Minho so aggressively that it takes him a moment to react. With any other woman that he’s slept with so far, he would allow them to be on top. But because it’s you, and supposedly hates your guts, not to mention his untapped pride, it’s not going to happen. So Minho fights back, kissing and biting nearly every part of your upper body in the process until you’re under him. 

He sucks large, deep, red hickies into the skin of your neck, in places where everyone would be able to see them. Minho would want people to know that you’re just a whore he uses. Especially for the next guy you sleep with who would go down on you and see the myriad of hickies that Minho would eventually put between your thighs when he rips your pants down. 

“Wanna play this fucking game with me,” he rasps before yanking down your off. 

Despite being a dickhead Minho will still eat you out for prep. But it’s not soft and teasing when he does go down on you. It’s tongue and finger fucking you until you’re dizzy from how hard you’re about to cum. It gives you the opportunity to pull and tug on his hair until his scalp starts burning, forcing you to be as vocal as you’ve ever been. 

His fingers curl up into that sensitive spot while his tongue and mouth work simultaneously. He’s always been good at giving head, but unusually better now that he’s relatively angry. In the back of your mind, you supposed it helped having not slept with anyone for a month, making it easier to reach that peak of delicious, eye-rolling ecstasy. 

“Fuck!” you scream out, voice projecting throughout the room as Minho sucks on your clit. “Fuck you…you’re gonna make me cum.” 

Those words are something Minho could never get tired of hearing you say. Even in the headspace that he’s in now, he wants nothing more than to hear how good he’s making your body feel. However, he doesn’t need verbal confirmation from you to know that you’re about to cum. When your walls seize and clamp around his fingers, when you’re trembling around his head, Minho knows what that means. 

The quick drag of his fingers is only light work for him, pumping at a pace that has you panting to try and keep up with it. As a result, it’s not long before Minho brings you to your sweet release; a toe-curling burst of euphoria that has you silently creaming around his fingers. 

He has no patience for you to descend from your orgasm, sucking his fingers clean as he pulls away from your pussy. He gets to unbuckling his belt faster than he can even comprehend that this is still happening. 

“H-Hurry,” you whine, trying to quell the hunger for Minho’s cock while you wait.

His eyes squeeze shut, hissing as he coats his length with your slick, “shut the fuck up.”

Despite being in a haze post-orgasm, you manage to sit up quickly to turn and push Minho down by his shoulders. You find yourself straddling his hips once more, reaching down and behind for his cock, aligning it with your hole. Minho allows you to work for it yourself, watching his cock vanish by the second as you sink down. 

“Mmm…f-fuck,,” you whine, unable to come to grips with how much you miss him filling you out. 

Taking a couple of slow strokes up and down allows you to realise that never in your wildest dreams could you ever imagine hate sex with Minho would be this…rough. Both of you pushing, shoving, and manhandling each other around, speaking to each other with such disregard for the other person's feelings – beyond the point of degradation.

“Come on,” Minho grunts, fingernails embedding themselves into your hips so that the indents remaining become as equally as vibrant as the hickies blooming on your neck. 

You look down at him with disgust before your hand lowers to his throat, choking him out by the sides of his neck. That familiar feeling of restriction to Minho forces him to repress his sick enjoyment of it, even more so when you start really riding him. 

“Fuck you,” you strain out, trying to assert some degree of control even though you’re battling with oversensitivity from your previous orgasm. 

You slam your hips down repeatedly, building up a good pace and rhythm that’s enough for small moans to force their way out of your mouth. With a cock like Minho’s, it’s impossible to keep quiet no matter how much you try. However, as you work for your own orgasm, you don’t want to give him any satisfaction by making him think that he’s the one doing it; yet in reality, he is. 

Nonetheless, you continue to use him just as much as he’s using you until the luxury of pleasure accelerates in the pit of your stomach. In saying that, it doesn’t take long for Minho to find that information out as you continue to ride him. The observation is clear-cut;

“Nobody’s fucked you since me haven’t they?” He asks you breathlessly, watching you roll your hips deliciously over his cock. “Know how I can tell? Because you keep fucking clenching around my dick.”

Your eyebrows furrow, struggling to find an answer for him because he is right and that’s not your fault, “s-so what? Want me to stop?” 

“Didn’t say that, did I?” He argues back, too proud to say ‘no’. “Just…just keep moving.”

A firm hand of yours catches his taut jaw, and while his mouth is open, you lean down and spit right in it. 

You curse right at him, “fuck you.” 

His eyes lock with yours and for a moment, Minho is shocked, but not in a bad way. In that moment you despised him so much that he made you do something a normal person would find disgusting. Although it’s not long before a sick smirk spreads across his face, failing to pretend as if he didn’t just enjoy that, swallowing it back. 

“Course you’d be into that you fucking whore,” he rasps, his body jolting every time your hips slam down. 

“I’m not the whore who’s taking it,” you snipe back at him. 

Your comment riles Minho, resulting in him nearly bucking you off his body before flipping you onto your stomach. He yanks both of your hands behind your back as something for him to latch onto when he pushes his cock back into you, and starts fucking hard and fast. 

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck…” you whimper, eyes fluttering shut. 

The new angle makes his dick slip in just that extra bit deeper, achieving a sensation which you miss all too much. With the amount of relentlessness that Minho puts behind his thrusts is nothing but a fast, brutal, and unforgiving type of fucking. He’s not holding back with you, no matter how much you hate him and he hates you, he will fuck you to tears.

“Such a fucking slut,” he drives forward nastily. “Needy, loud, slut.” 

Your choked moans and whimpers are typical responses to hearing him call you that name again. In bed, if you weren’t his lover, you were his slut. Minho wouldn’t care less if the bed broke beneath him trying to fuck you like the whore you always wanted him to treat you as. But it was phenomenal.  

Now, that’s only a distant memory clawing to come back. 

“Make me cum…make me fucking cum,” you demand, acknowledging how close you are to the cliff of ecstasy.

Minho's breathing picks up from hearing the pure desperation in your voice, and so does his pace. His only release is not but a minute away, respecting that and also his motive to continue rearranging your guts. 

Yet the possibility of keeping up any longer draws to a short term. Minho’s hold on your wrists behind your back becomes a solid death grip with no chance of escape until the wet heat from your pussy has his hips jumping out of rhythm. 

His head tilts to the sky, the pleasure screaming at him from the base of his cock, “y-yes, fuck I'm cumming.”

At that very instant, Minho’s release rocks him over. His hands let go of yours in lieu of grabbing onto your ass instead. The pain and sting of his fingernails scraping deep into your flash forces strained whimpers and mewls from your throat, helping to push you over the verge of your second orgasm. 

“Y-Yes, cumming, oh fuck-” you cry out with a shaky voice, stiffening while your hole seizes rhythmically around Minho’s length. 

The pleasure is throat-gripping, making you forget the words to express how good you feel. Except, in the vapour of your orgasmic haze, you still don't want to accept the fact that it's Minho who makes you feel that way.

He pauses for a moment then thrusts hard back into you, making you keep the warm load that you were so undeservingly given, regardless if your walls are spasming and contracting it out. Then just as he was fast to try to get inside you, he's just as fast when he pulls out and flops beside you.

The air in the room becomes breathable again now that your heart rate isn't racing to the heavens, but picks back up quickly when you decide to hop off the bed and get dressed. You couldn't care less if you were sore and unbalanced. The thought of staying in the room with Minho any longer was suffocating.

“About your stuff,” he starts, filling the silent void with an exasperated voice. “I’ll try to get it back.” 

You zip your jeans up, “don’t bother. I know you did give it away for whatever reason, but for what reason is something I’m betting you’ll take to the grave with you.” 

Minho is up and now following suit by putting his clothes on. If now is the time to get one thing off of his chest, it’s now. Since the day you both separated, there has been no proper conversation. Both of you are too stubborn to admit wrongs and fix rights, but in your eyes, it's too far gone. There’s no going back to a good thing that was once more. 

"I won't if we can just talk it out," he offers the opportunity to you.

“Minho, the nights that I had to listen to you fuck someone else in the next room right after we just broke up was a clear sign that we did not need to talk it out. All it made me do is realise that you didn't actually love me."

“That’s not true,” he shakes his head as you hear a twinge of desperation in his voice like he's pleading his case. "That's not true at all."

"It is though," you correct him. "You were free to sleep with whoever you wanted to because we had broken up at that point, but not a day after that did you wait."

Minho follows through with his explanation, “I was trying to get you out of my head. Spending too long just thinking about you makes me want to lose it. It didn't mean that I never loved you before."

“So you’re just going to continue being delusional? To fuck your way through trying to forget me?” You question, nearly laughing. "I honestly think you're just being pathetic."

He shrugs, “if it means that I don’t have to feel heartbreak, then yes.”

Part of you gets it. Minho’s found a vice and is using it as a tool to deal with his pain. But you’re in pain too, and you haven’t done anything to upset him ever since you split. Maybe it is as bad for him as he says it is. Maybe he doesn’t truly know how to navigate himself out of this like you’re attempting to.

It’s almost a rebuttal to your statement about whether he truly loved you or not; if he’s using other people to drive the thought of you out of his brain because it’s too painful to deal with, then maybe you were more than just a lover to him. 

"I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I cannot stand being around you anymore because of how much it hurts to know that you're not actually with me. I'd rather try to forget your existence in order to not feel that type of heartbreak," Minho explains, his words coming from a place inside him that must've just opened up.

But he continues, "the second we split, I needed every last memory of you out of this house. But I know that this hurts you too and that this past month I’ve hurt you and that’s no justification to say that my reason is because you mean more than my entire life.”

There’s an ache in your chest that you’ve never felt before, a blend of all the emotional pain that could’ve been prevented had the two of you just talked. But that ache is fuelled by the fact that you can hear the waiver in Minho’s voice, and even though his back is still turned to you while he sits on the edge of the bed, you’re sure he’s crying.

-

A/N: Dare I say that I want to make a part 2 to this where Minho and reader try to rekindle, things are pretty tender but they sort of want to make it work...

[heartfullofleeches]

Happy Birthday, C.C!

(And a happy belated Valentine's day. One holiday is a bit more important to me than the other. Gotta celebrate my favorite incubus's day or he may cut me. Reader is brief mentioned to be wearing lingerie, but there really isn't anything that suggestive in this fic- Enjoy!)

-

When asked what he wanted for his birthday, C.C gave the same answer nearly every year.

"Why would I want anything when I already have everything I need?.... A new pair of shoes would be nice, but I'm really not that picky about what I get."

A successful career, the funds to purchase whatever trivial possession he desired. If he hadn't found fame and fortune early on in his life on earth, C.C would have been more than happy to mooch off of the desperate, lonely humans who'd do give him just about anything for a crumble of his attention. A short while ago, the only presents that mattered were what he received from the select few in his family he deemed worth the title, but something that has changed recently - another person entering his life who he puts on the same pedestal as the blood he holds dear if not higher.

If there was one thing C.C didn't want for his birthday - it was waking up in an empty bed all by himself.

Reaching an arm over your side of the bed, the drowsy demon is rudely dragged from his sleep as he finds no one there next to him. It's funny to think that a year prior he would have had no problem with this. Now, his heart sinks every time there's no one at his side. You're cruel for making him so dependent on you like this - and not being beside him on his big day.

C.C grumbles something under his breath - stumbling out of bed, making a grab for his phone on the nightstand as he exits the room. The second he turns it on, he's bombarded with hundreds of birthday wishes from friends and fans across several social media accounts. C.C swipes them all away, only bother to read any of the notifications in case he misses a message from you saying you're out. Why you'd leave without him is beyond him, but it was the best his groggy mind could come up with. Turning the corner that leads to the living room, a sea of curses sound from the kitchen muffled by running water.

"Shit, shit, shit- Fuck, why won't it come off?!"

C.C would recognize that voice anywhere. He scurries into the kitchen - biting back a laugh at your unfortunate state of appearance. There you stood over the sink, frantically scrubbing at your palms with a sponge. It was all over your hands, the robe you wore, even your face - pink stains that stubbornly refused to come out no matter how hard you tried. On the counter behind you was a bowl filled with a pinkish mixture - a bottle of red food dye still mixing its top and covered in red fingerprints seating beside it. C.C creeps over while you're distracted and sticks his fingers in the batter.

It's pancake mix.

"Mmm... I think all that dye is supposed to be in the bowl, babe."

Startled by the voice behind you, the sponge hits the bottom of the sink with a wet splat as you look behind you - hands quick at fixing your robes over scantily dressed body. "C.C? You're awake?! You're usually not up til noon - I thought I had more time.... Happy Birthday!"

The more attempt to hide it, the more C.C notices parts of your skimpy attire beneath the robe he had got you on your own special day. C.C loved to see you in his favorite color, but the bright pink fabric lessened the nearly see through aspect of your underwear and top in this lighting. The stockings you wore made up for it well enough - another accessories he loved to see on you that he made sure to voice many times before.

C.C gathers some of the paper towels on the counter. "Well I see you were at least trying to make breakfast - or get readying for Halloween a few months in advance. Sexy vampire is always a nice look."

"The seal just wouldn't come off and when it finally did it spilled all over me... I'm sorry for messing breakfast."

"Hush." C.C pulls you in close, wetness bleeding through his shirt as he embraces you, but he doesn't seem to mind. "We still have everything we need. I'll help you finish up and then we can take a shower together and spend the day in bed. You didn't put that outfit on just for show, did you?~"

"No, it was actually meant to be your Valentine's gift but.... I still haven't gotten your birthday present yet. I was going to take you to the mall and let you decide since there's so many things you like..."

C.C holds you tighter - grinning from ear to ear as he looks over your shoulder at all you've done for him. 'Don't worry.... I have everything I want right here."

[lowkeyrobin]

QSMP ; how much their eggs like you

includes ; tubbo & sunny, wilbur & tallulah, charlie & juanaflippa, quackity & tilin, jaiden & empanada and philza & chayanne

warnings ; language, mentions of parental neglect

genre ; fluff, little bit of angst if you squint

pronouns used ; they/them , partner

AN ; I'm not like super into qsmp yet, so bare with me, ik most of them have like multiple parents/caregivers but I picked the ones I know the most about and the qsmp wiki is currently my life saver. the eggs are so cute so I can't not wrkte a little something about them 💔💔💔💔 I apologize bc this is gonna be so ooc... also ik juanaflippa and tilin died but ignore that

masterlist

TUBBO & SUNNY

Sunny is very iffy about you at first

"pa, who is that?"

"uhhh... that's y/n" Tubbo answers, "my partner"

she stares at both of you for a second like 🤨😒

they think their dislike of themselves of others is totally unfair and only relies on a select few people so trying to get used to you in a whole story in itself

tubbo, charlie, lenay, and polispol do their best to try and tell her "Hey they're cool, sunny, it's okay, they love you!!" but she won't budge

takes her a long while to accept you into the lil family but she ends up loving you

money is the way to their heart

if only anyone had told you sooner...

WILBUR & TALLULAH

tallulah instantly loves you

she's very quiet around you at first and hides behind will but quickly gets used to your presence

she's just a little anxious at first yk

"I love pa's new partner :3"

she loves playing the flute for you and talking about star wars with you it's the cutest thing

like you'll just be watching over her for Will or Phil and she's just so comfortable talking about her passions with you

Tallulah loves reassuring your builds and likes helping you as well, if you're unsure of how something looks, she's quick to reassure you that it looks good!

she gets you little gifts and shit it's the most adorable thing

her desire for validation mostly drives her kindness to you but she does actually appreciate you a lot

you seem to be there when no one else is and she frequently gives you 'I love you's and little flowers and stuff

she has abandonment issues so you make sure to always check behind yourself to make sure she's still following you

you refuse to leave her anywhere

always looks at you with a 😊 or 🤩 no explanation

she always refers to you as 'ma/pa' or a special nickname. like a syllable of your actual name or smthn, like something special for you two lol

you constantly tell and reassure each other that you're so awesome, great dynamic honestly

CHARLIE & JUANAFLIPPA

She's very quiet and reserved, but obedient

that automatic obediencey grew as a part of her and she just automatically accepted you into the family

although charlie and mariana were very negligent parents, she still trusted them and did as they said

you were the total opposite

it was what she wanted with you two, she has the freedom

you constantly argue w charlie over being a neglectful parent (character not irl)

she's very brave and courageous, and knows how to stay positive

you have personal beef w her parents bc they're such asses to her /hj

she loves guns.

she teaches you how to use guns as well

bonding time in the enclosure 🤞🤞🤞

she lived a short life but she's literally a part of you now

QUACKITY & TILIN

very sweet and caring but also chaotic and edgy

you showed her love and she CLUNG to you

"y/n is my favorite person, not you, pa"

they were always looking to give and receive love to/from everyone but quackity made it so hard for them

even after expressing being mad at quackity for not paying attention to them, they still loved him

shit broke your heart

he literally died bc of neglect from quackity bruh

constantly fighting w quackity over them being neglected :( (character not irl)

all they wanted was love man

you did your best to show her love and make memories with her since quackity clearly barely wanted to

quackity promised he'd be a better dad but uh...

towards the end of their life, they started getting depressed and stuff, you obviously noticed

you just laid on the floor with him, listening to all he had to say, just being there for him

anyways this is getting sad

they love you so much, tells you constantly that they love you and appreciate you

cutie patootie

JAIDEN & EMPANADA

em is very loving, instantly accepts you into the family, although a little cautious at first

you make her sweet foods all the time

absolutely loves you sm

always repays you with flowers or little treasures

"I got you flowers, ma/pa!"

she has a passion for baking with Niki, so sometimes you three (Niki and Em + you watching or burning the house down) have little baking days

jaiden just watching you guys be silly and do dumb shit like "I think I won with this one, guys"

you and jaiden spoiling the hell out of her LMAO

PHILZA & CHAYANNE

used to be more quiet but now talks a lot more

very energetic, your energies match perfectly

very responsible, looks over you if anything

he's always eager for adventure so you guys go explore often while phil and missa are busy

teaches you combat tricks and tips

literally a walking 'top 5 best combat tips and tricks' video I swear

he's very confident as well, likes to pvp with wooden swords with you

he always wins

you aren't even trying to let him win, he's just a god

I mean he's being raised by Phil and Missa so it makes sense LMAO

"I want pvp with y/n :("

"chayanne, they're not online, I'm sorry"

[uroboros-if]

Chapter 1 Update is Here! ✦ DEMO

+10k words added to Chapter 1, bringing the total word count to 50k (with code)

More curt/unfriendly options towards mortals and other gods (Salvatore, parents, etc.)

More customization options, including new hair colors, eye colors, and distinctive features in Chapter 1

Multipronouns you can set in Chapter 1 (may change in future chapters)

Choice of clothes to wear to the Ceremony, which ROs may compliment if they like (3 out of 6 options for each of them!)

A new scene with your parents before the Ceremony where you can decide your relationship with them! (affects dialogue)

Option to storm off if you're mad at Ciocana, especially if you're touch-averse

Misc edits, bug fixes, and background performance improvements

This update is a massive improvement for new readers rather than warranting an entirely new playthrough. If you have any saves right before the Ceremony, you can find the most content there! However, the changes and additions are all over the demo.

... and Discord! ✦ Join here 🌿

My friend suggested I start one up! I hope to set up some events, share more sneak peeks, and connect with others more with this! 🫶💕 I also added some fun things like anonymous confessions and customizable color names, so please join! :)

(Very detailed changelog below if you're interested!)

Minor rewording for Karen encounter.

MC can now openly grimace when mortals call for MC's attention in Chapter 1. Previously, the only real negative reaction to them is turning away, which is open for any interpretation as to why MC does so.

When mortals ask for MC's help, MC can snap at them to speak quickly.

Most choices suggested you are friendly with Nero, so added a couple of options that are neutral towards him, leaning towards dismissive.

Rewrote a line that says you waved to Nero goodbye. It simply says that he departs.

Added an option to be frustrated with the conversation about mortals, when the only other non-positive options about mortals were about being completely disinterested.

Added an option where the MC says they can take care of themselves or they don't need other people worrying about them so much.

When choosing to be touch averse, selective, or not touch averse, you can now choose to be selective and not want to touch Rafaele, which initially was not an option.

If you are the Universal Eye, you tell Salvatore about the Universe being in pain and they dismiss it, you may be able to refuse conversation with them. They might keep talking to you, but you won't respond to them.

Can decide your relationship to your parents. Can also decide if you're open about your feelings towards them or not.

Variations in how your parents speak to you while preparing and during the Ceremony if they are aware of your bitterness towards them.

Can again openly express disdain for mortals or keep your feelings to yourself when answering Rafaele's question, when originally those options were absent

Can storm off from Ciocana if you do not express positive feelings about the dance, especially if you are touch-averse.

Added blue, pink, purple, and no hair options to Chapter 1, not available in the prologue.

Added red and gold eye colors to Chapter 1, not available in the prologue.

Added clothes option to Chapter 1 to wear to the Ceremony.

ROs will comment on your clothes if they particularly like it during the Ceremony (each have 3 out of 6 clothes they like.)

Added pronouns before the Ceremony. You can have multiple pronouns, remove them, and add multiple of the same kind to increase its chances of frequency.

Minor edits and bug fixes.

See you guys soon for the Chapter 2 update :)

[optimisticstudentangel]

Hi, please ignore this if your asks are closed. But how would Diavolo (and any other characters you would like to write) react to a introverted MC that starts shaking if they talk to much. Like they are not really used to long periods of interaction.

Side characters with introverted MC that starts shaking if they talk to much

Diavolo

The demon prince is very attentive to the emotions and states of his interlocutors. He is good at noticing someone else's nervousness, fears, fatigue and other feelings. Therefore, it will not be difficult for him to understand that his interlocutor can’t communicate due to introversion.

It should be noted that he did not often encounter this. Since diplomats from other worlds and subjects of the prince were trained for such cases. For interviews or serious conversations with Diavolo, people with endurance and sociability were selected.

The demon was surprised at your trembling, but tried to smooth things over with a joke. If that doesn't help, he'll ask you to slowly inhale and exhale in the hope that this will help you a little.

- MC, if you feel uncomfortable talking, then please tell me about it. I always try to be understanding to such things. Do not step over yourself if it brings you to such a state, - said Diavolo.

The following times, the future king kept in his head the idea that it was hard for you to talk for a long time. He also warned other demons to prevent you against awkward situations. Diavolo also looked for ways to communicate with you in which it won’t be so hard for you. He suggested talking through messages. It indeed worked better.

Barbatos

The butler witnessed you trembling next to an unfamiliar demon who was asking you something. He saw that you were scared and were not able to say a single word. Barbatos took it as that demon trying to scare you.

He approached the demon from behind and asked with a smile: “What's the matter? Are you in need of something?”. Although the butler was smiling, his eyes said otherwise. The demon you didn't know asked for forgiveness and left as soon as possible.

- MC, are you all right? What did he do to you? Are you hurt?  - many questions poured out of Barbatos' lips, but you still couldn't make a sound while trembling.

The demon offered to take you to the house of lamentation. Along the way, he asked you about your condition, you tried to explain little by little what the problem was about. After listening to you, he firstly offered you a soothing tea.

Having come to your house, he began to make tea for you and then brought it to you with cookies.

- This tea has special properties, it is magical. This should distract you and relax you a bit, - you took a sip and felt much better. The heartbeat began to calm down, and the trembling in the body subsided.

- So you start to tremble if you talk to someone for a long time, right? This will be hard work, but I can help you. I think we should turn to qualified people to alleviate your problem. You won't mind? - he asked you.

You just nodded and mentally thanked him.

Luke and Simeon

After the lectures were over, a little angel approached you and asked you to keep him and Simeon company on a trip to the store. They wanted to buy new baking molds. It was embarrassing for you to refuse them, and you began to convince yourself that if you did not talk much, then everything should go smoothly.

Luke enthusiastically held your hand, talking about what happened to him during the day. After all that, he started asking you about your day as well. Questions followed questions, you didn't even have time to digest them, let alone answer them. Your hands began to sweat and a lump formed in your throat. It was a bad sign.

You turned to look at Simeon, but he was far away from you and was buying fruits.

- Why are your hands sweaty? And why do they tremble a little? - the boy asked in surprise. You looked around and realized that you were also surrounded by too many people. You froze in one place and Luke also had to stop.

- Hey! Everything is fine? - the boy began to wave his free hand in front of your face so that you would answer him.

  “Eh… um…” - It was hard to squeeze out something. Panic spread through your body.

- MC, Luke? Is there something wrong? – asked the appeared angel.

- MC seems not ok, - said Luke.

- Let's then go to the hall of purgatory until you feel better - as soon as you came to the hall, Simeon asked Luke to sort out the purchased things, and he asked about what was bothering you.

- MC, do you have anxiety? Do you feel uncomfortable in a huge crowd of people? - your hands were still shaking a little. But you still explained your situation. Simeon listened attentively to you and advised you to be courteous to yourself. He explained that, if you begin to feel an impending panic during conversation, then you need to move away for a while or stop the conversation altogether until you are sure that you are ready to talk again.

- It's okay, MC. We understand you, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Stay with us for a while, and I'll explain to Luke so that he doesn't disturb you, okay?

Solomon

The wizard lived a long time and saw many people. He knows that the character of a person varies from each other, so it is not a secret for him that everyone differs in some features, even in the smallest measure.

He may not know the approach to all people, but he is well aware of the types of people and how they behave.

When he saw you for the first time, he immediately began to speculate about what kind of person you are. Solomon is very observant, he can come to accurate conclusions from the outside. Thus, in the early days, he came to the conclusion that you are not a verbose person and he needed to find out the reason.

He decided that the easiest way to get an answer to his question is to simply ask you directly.

- MC, do you like to talk? - Solomon asked a rather unusual question. Who asks about this?

- ... - you did not know what to answer. You were also uncomfortable with the fact that the white-haired guy did not take his eyes off you, as if he was scanning you.

"Hmm," the boy mumbled thoughtfully. “I see how your pupils have become larger, and that you have taken a protective pose, your hands are also sweating, and you are trying to look away somewhere else. I would ignore it and think that you have a reluctance to talk to me, however, you often act like this with others, which means that it's not about me. Maybe you can't talk to people because of this problem?” - he came to this conclusion.

You just opened your mouth, stunned, even more frightened by his unexpected question.

- I guess I hit the mark? You slowly nodded back at him.

- Hehehe. Don't worry about it, since we are both human, I will help you in any way I can. Still, people should be for each other, and you and your case have become interesting to me.

[leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesworld]

CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

Summary: Heaven Valentino, the name that sends shivers down one's spine, is a woman whose influence leaves a profound impact.

As the youngest and only daughter of the esteemed Valentino family, many perceived her as a privileged and helpless individual who relied solely on her family's support.

However, little did they know that this very woman would rise to power, commanding the world with an unwavering determination.

Heaven's demeanor is one devoid of leniency; she refuses to tolerate even the slightest hint of absurdity. Her exterior holds an air of ethereal fragility, reminiscent of a precarious deity.

Yet, beneath this facade lies a heart of gold, a tenderness she reveals only to her loved ones. It is a contrast that intrigues many and keeps them guessing about her true nature.

Meanwhile, the story takes a compelling turn as the lives of seven rare hybrids intertwine with Heaven's destiny.

These hybrids, perfected through careful conditioning, represent a diverse array of predator species. Bound together by their unique circumstances, they hold on to a glimmer of hope for freedom, relying on their deep mutual affection to retain their sanity throughout their hardships.

A collision occurs, abruptly merging the paths of these hybrids with Heaven's own trajectory.

The question beckons: will their lives be elevated under Heaven's influence, or shall they descend into an abyss of despair from which recovery seems impossible?

Embark on this thrilling journey to discover the true potency of Heaven Valentino and witness the extraordinary consequences that unfold when lives intertwine with her unwavering will.

The answers lie within the pages of this captivating narrative, where boundaries shall be pushed, emotions shall run high, and destinies shall collide.

Read to find out more...

MATERIALIST

AUTHOR-NIM

Hey there!

So, let's dive into this book, shall we? First things first, if you're expecting a soft and fluffy story with cute scenes and characters, this might not be the book for you. Nope, this book is definitely not for the faint-hearted!

Now, let's talk about what you can expect. There will be some selected bonus chapters, specifically requested by you awesome readers. I want to make sure you're getting exactly what you're looking for!

But here's the thing, I won't shy away from deep and dark scenes. Brace yourself for some intense moments that might even trigger you. I believe in portraying real emotions and experiences, even if they're not always sunshine and rainbows.

Oh, one more thing. Plagiarism and translations of my work without permission? Not cool! I've poured my heart and soul into this book, so if I catch you doing that, I won't hesitate to report you. Let's keep things fair and respect each other's work, deal?

Now, criticism is totally fine. Feel free to express your opinions about the characters' behavior! But here's a line, folks. Degrading the characters or expecting them to follow your personal agenda? Nope, not allowed. We're here for a good time, not to pick a fight!

Okay, here's the deal with the pace of the story: slow-burn. Yep, you heard it right. We're taking our time, letting the story and relationships develop at a deliciously slow pace. So, if you're all about that slow-burn anticipation, you're in for a treat!

Now, let's talk about some ground rules. Racial, prejudiced, and intolerant comments? Not welcome at all! I won't tolerate any form of discrimination. If I catch you doing that, I'll report you faster than you can say "oops." Respect is key here, folks. Respect the characters and respect your fellow readers. No irrelevant arguments or fan wars allowed in the comments section. Let's keep it chill and focus on the story, okay?

Now, finally, let's talk about the content warning. Brace yourself, because this book has it all. We're talking blood, gore, sexual abuse, profanity, explicit mature themes, violence, mental trauma, and even torture. Yes, it's intense, but it's all part of the story. I just want to make sure you're aware before you dive in.

One more thing, I want to make it crystal clear that I don't own BTS or HYBE. This is all pure entertainment and should not be taken seriously. But everything else? Yeah, that's all mine.

If you're not comfortable with any of this, I totally understand. Maybe this book isn't the right fit for you, and that's okay! But if you're up for the challenge, buckle up and get ready for an exciting ride. I wish you the best of luck as you embark on this journey with me!

Author: Lynnetty Lee Mubanga.

All rights reserved.

©Lee.

Now, my friend, it's time to sit back, relax, and enjoy this wild ride!

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[schraubd]

Did You Hear? CUNY Branches Cancel Hillel Yom Ha'atzmaut Events

Two branches of the City University of New York system -- Kingsborough and Baruch -- have apparently canceled Israeli Independence Day events sponsored by local Hillel chapters, citing security risks. In the case of Baruch, administrators reportedly offered alternative venues to the Hillel chapter (which were declined), at Kingsborough, by contrast, the administration reportedly refused to make any arrangements to enable the event to go forward. CUNY is a public university, so this raises the usual First Amendment problems. While every case is different, there are some clear overlaps between this case (in particular, the citation to "security" concerns) and the cancellation of pro-Palestinian speakers and events justified on similar logic (for example, at USC). This, of course, represents a golden opportunity for people to lob dueling hypocrisy charges at one another ("You were aghast when this happened at USC, but I don't hear you complaining now!" "Yeah, well you were apologizing for this when it happened at USC, but you're aghast now!"). I'm sure that will be a grand old time for everyone. I do want to make one note on the relative coverage and penetration of this story compared to other free speech debacles related to Israel and Palestine on campus. I haven't seen this story covered outside of the Jewish press. That doesn't mean it won't be later, and I'm not generally a fan of the "...but you'll never see this reported in the mainstream media!" genre of commentary. In part, that's because I think there's massive selection bias in what we claim is over- or under-covered; in part, it's because I think virtually everyone massively overestimates how many stories break through to mass public consciousness at all. In reality, I think different stories gain traction in different media domains, such that a story which might tear through one sort of social or ideological circle might make barely a ripple in another. That said, in many of the circles I reside in, there is essentially no knowledge that there are any cases of academic censorship of "pro-Israel" voices on campus at all. To be clear, I'm not saying that there are not numerous cases of academic freedom violations targeting pro-Palestinian speakers -- there are a slew of them. But the notion that this is a Palestine exception to academic freedom, rather than something which unfortunately happens in a host of other cases and contexts (including, in the right-slash-wrong environments, to pro-Israel speakers), speaks less to the reality of academic freedom and more to an epistemology of which cases get attention and which don't. There are many academics for whom the Steven Salaitas are known, while the Melissa Landas are not. In other domains and registers, there are different gaps. Ultimately, it's a variant on "they would say it about Jews, they'd say it about other groups too." The claims of injustice are not wrong, but the claims of uniqueness very often are. How many times have we heard variations on "can you imagine if there was a mob of people harassing and making racist remarks towards any other minority group -- how would universities respond to that?" (As we saw at UCLA, the answer apparently is "they'd sit back and let said mob kick the crap out of their targets"). And at the same time, we've also heard plenty of iterations of "if a university dared cancel a pro-Israel event, it'd be on the front-page of every newspaper for the next month" (so far, no headlines). So I'll all say is that, if you're of the bent that there's no meaningful suppression of pro-Israel speech in campus environments, and your informational ecosystem (other than me, I guess) didn't alert you to this cancellation at CUNY, you should consider how the former belief might be correlated with the latter lacuna. Other people might have different gaps, and they should contemplate what generates them as well. via The Debate Link https://ift.tt/SaROhQI

[eyeofthechasm]

points a mic at you. odile realizing renzo is hiding something from her

Lorenzo’s always been one to hold secrets. (Odile looping AU belongs to @tealgoat ) (& spoilers for like. Act 3 technically? Yeah.)

You’ve known that the entirety of your time in this party. He’s…selective, let’s say, on what information he shares with you all. He hasn’t really shared much about his earlier years.

Like Siffrin, in a way.

Except Siffrin, as you learned with your newfound abilities, doesn’t remember a lot of his life. Lorenzo…seems to keep it barred intentionally. All of his answers to the questions you’ve tried to ask are too vague for anything to be gathered from them.

You remember yourself asking, “Where did your last name come from?” a while ago; far before any of this...looping business.

You watched him think. Think long and hard. Far too hard for something as simple as his shattering last name.

Eventually, he settled on, “My mother. Where else?” and essentially refused to say anything else.

It’s…frustrating. You can’t fully trust him when he’s so uncooperative. You had the same situation with Siffrin, though he ended up proving he could be trusted eventually.

Lorenzo hasn't.

You see movement from the corner of your eye, interrupting your thoughts. Looking up, you see Lorenzo, the one and only, turning over in his sleeping bag.

Right. You nearly forgot you're still in the clocktower. How late is it now? Everyone’s still sleeping, so it can't be...

Everyone's still sleeping.

...

You have an idea. A terrible idea, you feel, but an idea that may ease your suspicions.

You climb out of bed as caefully as possible and creep across the cold floor, down the stairs. They creak, though there's a small chance anyone will hear you. If they do, there won't be any consequences anyway.

You feel sick for thinking like that. But it is true.

Reaching the bottom, you go straight for where you all ate. Lorenzo always leaves his bag here. You see it every loop.

You grab the bag, but freeze there. Going through other peoples belongings was never something you saw yourself doing. Were you really doing the right thing? Even if you suspected him of something, it's a low point to stoop to...

You shake your head and yank the frayed handle up. It doesn't matter. It's for a good reason. You're sure everyone else would understand.

Inside the bag is a pleathora of items. Personal, mostly. A sharpener for his knives, various hair ties scattered by the bottom, hygene products...

A journal. Perfect.

You grab it. Its cover is mostly a dark grey, with silvery raised designs: dots connected with lines, comletely nonsensical to you. It's held together with a worn, leather buckle. The text on the front is illegible. Trying to make sense of it hurts your head.

Carefully, you undo the buckle and open the book.

...

...

Oh.

The entire thing is written in the same manner as the front. You can't make heads or tails of any of it. It all hurts your head in the same way the title did. You only recognize faint bits of Vaugardian placed between the pages. Most of the legible text is assortments of letters, like those learning sheets little kids get in school.

One part sticks out to you, though. It's incredibly messy, almost chicken scratch, but you can read it well enough.

"My name is:Lorenzo Silvana Halloran

My dad's name is: Peadar Halloran

I am 10."

Your breath catches. That's his name. And his...father's? He said he didn't have a father. Only a mother.

You hear the floor creak and slam the book shut, returning it to its original place. Someone must be awake. No more snooping.

This only confirmed your suspicions, though. He's hiding something. He's hiding something, and you're more determined than ever to figure out what it is.

You have all the time in the world, now, after all.

[kaeyas-beloved]

Heart's Defense

Characters: A good 90% of playable characters + unreleased harbingers (not all of them tho)

Summary: How do they protect their heart from others?

CW: Kinda, really angsty..., some duplications cause I felt they fell into both sections, not proofread, maybe some OOCness, kinda an x reader but also kinda not, VERY sorry for the formatting - Tumblr has something against me for some reason???

They pull you into the falsehood that they're open to telling you anything, and you're left unable to think any differently with how friendly they present themselves. Always willing to help or hang out. They lend a listening ear and before you know it they know so much more about you than you know about them. You'll be privy to surface facts, but the moment anyone asks something even remotely personal you're struck with an indescribable sense of loss. When did this friendship become so one-sided?

Childe, Venti, Hu Tao, Jean, Ayato, Zhongli, Itto, Beidou, Sara, Lisa, Heizou, Columbina

Masters of stringing the right words together at just the right time, they simply dissuade the topic to that of another. You won't notice it until it's too late - or maybe you see it right from the start but say nothing, catching the hint. But you can never miss the shift in their gaze, a quiet, unspoken sadness. Unknowingly they've revealed what they tried to hide, but you stay silent still. The least you can do is grant them this lie that keeps them from crashing and breaking.

Kaeya, Kazuha, Yae Miko, Ningguang, Beidou, Eula, Gorou, Fischl, Thoma, Yoimiya

There were never any openings to begin with, not a single way left for outsiders to wiggle their way in uninvited. You can't ask if there's no opportunity. As always thought, there are the select few that breach past the seemingly impenetrable barrier. To those people, they are met with yet another brick wall - they'll ask their unsolicited questions only to be answered with silence. Any persistence is followed with a facial warning - a blank look, a glare, a perturbing smile. Do not continue, for my sake and your ignorant bliss.

Rosaria, Diluc, Xiao, Albedo, Eula, Shinobu, Shenhe, Yelan, Baihzu, Arlecchino, Dottore, Capitano, Scaramouche, Childe

Every fiber of their being screams to share how they feel with you, a flicker of trust forever burning in their heart no matter how many times they're beaten to the ground. Humanity isn't all that bad right? They've seen it time and time again, so they continue to pour tiring faith into those around them. It doesn't mean they're entirely blind to the truth. So, when the cycle falls to you, hesitation takes over, a fear festering in their mind that you are like all that came before you. Perhaps, if they stay silent, refuse to let you in, you'll remain by their side. If that's the price, so be it.

Collei, Aether, Lumine, Yanfei, Yun Jin, Kokomi, Amber, Chongyun, Bennett, Barbara, Ayaka, Venti

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Undead Unluck ch.207 thoughts

[Oh, Mama!]

(Contents: power system analysis - souls/Negator succession, character analysis - Feng, predictions - Idol Arc)

What incredible timing that the idol arc would begin as I'm finishing my read-through of Oshi no Ko! I would've called this review "Oshi no Fuuko," but half of the comments on MangaPlus beat me to it, the bastards!!

Since this is a set-up chapter, it doesn't give me a lot of huge thematic topics to cover, so instead I'm going to go over the little tidbits of exposition and foreshadowing Tozuka sprinkled throughout it

Starting with Nico's Unforgettable overcoming its memory-crushing weakness of the previous loop, I'm really loving all of the different ways that Tozuka is finding to incorporate souls into Negator abilities. At first I was worried that everyone would just be doing constructs like Andy or astral projection like Ichico/Lucy, but Nico's ability to store memories in his soul rather than his brain is a really clever application that strongly suggests that Tozuka has put a lot of thought into how the system can best synergize with the rest of the cast

My favorite part, of course, is the confirmation of another one of my theories!!! I've been saying for years now that the distinction between self- and external-targeters was arbitrary and just another self-imposed limitation like pretty much every aspect of Negator abilities, but to think that Tozuka would just come out and say it! He really knows how to make me feel like I'm getting a good grade in reading comprehension~!

That said, I'm still having some trouble seeing how souls are going to help eliminate targeting limits in a lot of cases. For example, Unburn targets fire, that's not really a matter of internal/external, that's a matter of specificity. Souls are already stated to be self-replenishing when weaponized, so I'm not sure how Undecrease can be improved by adding souls to the mix other than being able to harm souls in the first place. Unrepair should be able to damage souls directly, but I'm not sure yet how much utility that really has since the need to do so has only come up once so far

As much as I want to say I see all of the possibilities, I think it's clear that Tozuka is still hiding some tricks up his sleeve, so instead of trying to uncover them, I'm going to let myself be pleasantly surprised. Still, I can't help but think about it a little bit, so at the very least I think that sensory-based abilities will be able to utilize the soul, kind of like Observation Haki, so Shen and Chikara won't need to worry about their vision being obscured and may even be able to project a portion of their soul to see a target from multiple angles

Projection, construction, sensation, even if these are the only categorical methods that Tozuka came up with for soul-based abilities, that would still provide a ton of versatility for the cast's fighting styles. However, I'm confident there's something else he's holding close to the chest, and I'm excited to see what it turns out to be

This chapter also gave us a little more insight into Negator selection, and answers a question that I've had since year one. In death, Ichico met her predecessors and specifically decided to hold onto Unsleep, which explicitly confirms that succession is neither immediate nor obligatory. This also explains why Rip retained Unrepair despite being confirmed to have died during his first fight with Andy; when he met his predecessors and they asked him to choose a new Unrepair, he undoubtedly refused, confident that he would find a way back to life to keep fighting for Leila. I do wonder if he forgot about that meeting because he couldn't perceive souls yet or if he thought it was just a dream like Ichico did. Perhaps we'll get some insight into that moment when Rip levels up?

Speaking of long-standing questions, I saw someone on twitter talking about why Feng has been falling through Kokuto'un ever since the Unmove Arc: if Kinto'un requires a good heart to ride, Kokuto'un must require an evil heart. Feng has been steadily becoming softer and kinder, even if it is hidden under a gruff exterior, and this chapter only helped solidify that - he can't even command Kokuto'un to fly away from a conversation he wants to avoid, because in his heart he's becoming a good man who sees the value in helping the people around him. He uses personal training as an excuse to accept Fuuko's request to teach other Union members how to use souls, whereas the old Feng would certainly have insisted everyone else figure it out for themselves. I wonder if there will come a time where Feng can't ride Kokuto'un at all, and if perhaps there will be a time where he literally doesn't need to because he'll figure out how to use his soul to fly

Finally, we arrive at the main attraction: the reintroduction of Fuuko's parents and the long-awaited Idol Arc! I think it's safe to see we all knew the latter was coming, but damn, who predicted the former??

I've certainly been wondering about the Izumo family ever since the loop started. At first I considered the possibility that there was a second Fuuko running around, but I quickly ruled that out and just assumed that the Izumos didn't have a child this time around. This was seemingly confirmed by Apocalypse when he told Juiz about how her soul that originally had no parents would be affected by the Rule that introduced the concept, that she would become the child of a couple that was previously destined not to have a child. From that, we all concluded that the reverse would be true for Fuuko, that since her soul wasn't present to be born, her parents simply wouldn't conceive

After that, I considered that Fuuko would either check in on her parents and leave them to live a happy life together even without her, or that she might meet up with them after the final battle and use Remember or something to tell them who she is, but I figured they'd be much older than when she lost them and they'd never be able to get back what they lost

I never suspected that the offset reincarnations would apply to the non-Negators, though. Sure, Mico ended up being born a lot later, but that's because her parents were directly affected by Fuuko's choices in the new loop. Fuuko's parents, though, seemed like completely unrelated parties, so I figured that they wouldn't be able or at least wouldn't be aware enough to influence their birth. I was so unprepared for this eventuality that I actually saw a girl with Fuuko's hairstyle and the "Fuu" kanji in her name on that flyer and thought "oh damn, Fuuko was reborn after all?? There really are two Fuukos??"

In retrospect, though, there's no reason their souls couldn't have decided to adjust their reincarnation. I suppose it's also not clear how old Kaede is here, but being generous, if she was as young as 16 in 2002 when Fuuko was originally born, she'd still be 29 here in 2015, a very unusual age for an idol. Therefore, it seems more likely that she adjusted her birth to coincide with Kururu's, knowing that Fuuko would one day cross paths with her while recruiting, and the current Kaede is likely between 14 and 21

How this will affect the Idol Arc, I have no idea. Maybe Fuuko will have to play wingman for her own parents, or maybe Kaede is already struggling with being an idol because it means she can't be with Mr. Izumo. Whatever the case, because of their striking resemblance, I'm willing to bet there will be a point where, for whatever reason, Fuuko needs to disguise herself as Kaede, whether as a ploy to get closer to Kururu or to cover for Kaede while she makes a move on Mr. Izumo. We just don't know enough yet to make any educated guesses, but I'll be shocked if at least that much doesn't happen somehow

Whatever happens in this arc, I do hope it'll be more like Enjin's arc than either of the previous Master Rule arcs. I'd like a more relaxed, character-focused arc rather than an action-heavy arc right now, or at the very least to have the tension come from interpersonal drama rather than life-threatening stakes. Jumping back and forth between styles seems to be Tozuka's forte, and now is a great opportunity to do something a little more light-hearted to prepare for the impact of the next Master Rule, but we'll just have to wait and see!

Until next time, let's enjoy life!

[ragbabies]

have a silly little kaebedo regression drabble, all kaeya knows is that this helps albedo feel better, and absolutely nothing about the age stuff other than “oh he acts a little like klee”

if this gets, like, 10 or more notes, i’ll write it properly into a fic, but for now? enjoy :D

\\ Albedo hadn't wanted to go to the angel's share to be entirely honest. But he also knew that if Kaeya knew he was closer to 9 years old than 21, he wouldn't have even suggested it. He supposed it was his fault they were there, so he was content with it. Abesntmindedly chewing on his lip, they entered the tavern, and made their way straight to the bar.

After greeting Diluc, Kaeya began to order his drink, death in the afternoon(?) as usual, and when Diluc turned to him for his own order, Albedo paused. he hadn't actually been in the angel's share without drinking, and wasn't sure what to get.

Kaeya began talking for him at least, "He won't drink right now, what non-alcoholic options do you have?"

He looked slightly to the side feeling Diluc's eyes on him, watching him, as for a reason as to why he wasn't drinking. Kaeya saw the glance from Diluc and answered for him, a simple response.

"He's fine, just doesn't like drinking while under the refre-regression? I think it's called a regression?"

Diluc quirked an eyebrow, "Age regression?"

Albedo was shocked that the redhead had heard of it, and quickly turned back to face Diluc, jaw slightly agape. Before he could respond, Diluc was continuing, "Yes, I’m slightly familiar with it.” Answering Albedo’s unspoken question, before rounding on his brother. “Kaeya, why are you drinking if you're aware of his regression?"

He recovered from his shock, meekly interrupting the accusation aimed at his boyfriend, "No- um, he doesn't know. Not fully. It's okay Master Diluc."

Making eye contact with Diluc, he smiled weakly, obviously not expecting his secret to be exposed so openly. Diluc's eyes softened ever so slightly, and there was a silent agreement of "I won't ask any questions if you won't" shared between them. It wasn't long before Kaeya had caught onto what they had been saying, interrupting their moment with a loud outburst.

"Hey! I don't know what?"

"Oh it's nothing. Albedo, we have a selection of juices, is there any in particular you'd like?"

“Wh- Diluc! What do you both know that I don’t?!”

Albedo smiled at the dramatics of Kaeya, watching them bicker back and forth.

“I’m impartial to any drink. Is there any you’d recommend?” He questioned, trusting Diluc to make something he’d like.

“More to annoy Kaeya than anything else, how does grape juice with a small mix of strawberry, and pineapple juice sound? On Kaeya’s ever growing tab, of course.”

“Eugh,” Kaeya made a grimacing face, “you and your fucking grape juice.”

“That sounds amazing, Thank you.”

After a short while of Diluc making their drinks, and listening to Kaeya’s pestering about the situation, Diluc had still refused to elaborate other than a “Why don’t you ask Albedo yourself?” They were pushed across the bar, with a piece of paper and a pencil next to Albedo’s. He looked up at Diluc, silently questioning why he had been given those.

“You seem to draw and write a lot. While I have a few of Klee’s books here, I don’t think that’s something you’d like right now. At least not here.” Diluc answered, and Albedo just nodded, mouthing thank you before tucking into his drink. It had been served to him in a tankard instead of a glass, one wide enough for him to get both hands around to keep it steady, but not so heavy he struggled to hold it. The tankard also wasn’t clear, which Albedo thought was a smart decision so he would be able to lie about what drink he had, but was enjoying the juice so much he decided that would be his regular order from now on.

It didn’t take long for the fuzz in his brain to increase, especially when Kaeya started bickering with Diluc again, so he sat back snickering, watching and doodled them arguing while he enjoyed his juice.

[tyo-mimt]

5/36. @tmnt-event-blog

Time is often better spent on compromise than arguing.

(a/n: tumblr. i need more colours. this was already a hard enough prompt to write /lighthearted)

It's rare to see every single member of the Hamato Clan present and accounted for under the same lair. While the turtles and Splinter were always there, April had less time to visit, Sunita's visits relied heavily on April's presence, the Caseys were always off doing something in New York, and Draxum only ever visited whenever disaster struck or if he didn't have that tri-monthly lunch ladies' assemblage.

So naturally, it was difficult for everyone to be there for one big gathering.

But on the off chance that everyone could make it, it's only natual everyone would want to capitalise on it. April and Sunita brought the pizza (lots of it), the Caseys brought drinks (even more of it), and Draxum brought seating (who knew man-sized plants could make for such comfortable chairs? Learn something new every day). What could go wrong?

Well, maybe the fifteen minutes they had spent arguing about the same topic: which movie to watch.

"We've been over this, Jupiter Jim Sails The Seven Galaxies makes Mikey and Leo fight!" Sunita sighed.

"We'll promise to fight extra quiet for the ending," Mikey argued.

"Yeah! And at least we won't have Raph die of boredom and break another table via Jupiter Jim's Pluto Vacation IV!" Leo was quick to add.

"But it's a musical! It's the only worthwhile thing about the movie!" Draxum emphasised.

"I refuse to spend three hours watching the funny space man look for ice!" Cassandra asserted, squeezing the life out of her red cup.

"How about a Lou Jitsu movie instead?" Splinter brought up.

"Pops, don't take this the wrong way, but everyone and their mothers has seen every Lou Jitsu movie at least twice," Donnie deadpanned.

"Even already CJ's seen Punch Chowder three times! And those two times were in the apocalypse!" Raph mentioned.

"Then three times simply isn't enough!"

The entire room burst into a chorus of disagreement; the order they all once established was now chaos as the line-up of movies remained as limited as they always did.

Casey could understand; time's precious, and there wasn't always enough of it.

Back in the other timeline, disputes like this would've been resolved through compromise... The movie displayed was always determined by luck of the draw. Easy when their selections were always limited. Those movie screenings weren't mandatory, but Casey did attend every one... It was more time spent with loved ones, and he knew better than to let this argument drag on any longer.

He cleared his throat to grab everyone's attention. "How much time do you all have to fight over this?"

"I have tomorrow off," April answered.

"We're both free all the time," Cassandra added.

"It's a weekend, everyone's probably free tomorrow," Sunita said.

Casey sighed, exhaling in relief; they just gave him the answer, "Well, we have two movies we want to watch, and we all don't have somewhere to be tomorrow, so how about we watch both of them?"

Agreements rang through the air. As the tension in the air mellowed down from the prior polarising argument, everyone assumed their positions. The turtles took up a bulk of the floor in a pile, stacked onto each other.

The first movie started; Splinter was the first to inch towards the turtles, taking a seat on one side of Raph's shell. Then April and Sunita clambered onto the other side, claiming the spot as their own. Draxum even pulled a beanbag over to sit closer to the crowd. The second movie rolled in, and the pile turned upside down. Raph had gathered everyone sitting there into a sitting embrace; Cassandra grabbed Casey and pulled him over to join them all. Casey found himself nestled next to his mom-turned-sister and Raph's arm as he watched the movie play on.

But in the end, plagued with the drowsiness from too much pizza and the night creeping in, no one got to see the ending of Jupiter Jim Sails The Seven Galaxies.

[rockange]

† ROCKANGE - Indie, Private and Selective blog for Adam from Hazbin Hotel. Primarily canon-divergent and also very much headcanon based. 20+ to interact & rules beneath the cut.

BLOGROLL (wip) : @cherribcmb (cherri bomb), @sinstagramd (velvette)

AFFILIATES : @videoaux, @alastors-radioshow, @r-adio, @xluciifer, @cardedsoul, @timelostobserver, @hellshoard

CARRD / PROMO / PLAYLIST

I.

there will be triggering content on this blog, but will be tagged as such. such things are but not limited to : religious imagery, abuse, misogyny, genocide, substance abuse (moreso mentioned). if you know the show then you should know what to expect. all things are tagged ('trigger /') but please let me know if you need anything tagged! I try to tag anything that can be upsetting to the best of my ability. this includes nsfw, which will always be marked and tagged properly beneath a read-more!

II.

I follow who I want. I am not here to police what someone writes and know how to use the block button if it upsets me enough. I hope the same courtesy is applied to me. onto other things I do not wish for anyone to tell me who I can and cannot follow, as I like to make my own decisions in regards to a person instead of whatever drama a whole group of people are involved in. speaking of drama I dislike it and won't engage in it.

if you see me interacting with someone who is GENUINELY HARMFUL (ie a predator, abuser, irl thing) then please let me know with proof. otherwise I do not care for dni lists, as I feel they do more harm than good. I also do not answer anon hate, as it goes unread and the sender blocked and the anon deleted. don't waste your time. if you have an issue with me come to me in my IMs or you may ask for my discord if it is easier.

mainly : curate your own space.

dni bigots, racists, or anyone against the lgbtqia+ community. I don't like you. as for what I refuse to write it is rape, underage and incest. thank you.

III.

I am normally mobile bound and replies come very slowly. I have issues with my mental health that make writing difficult sometimes, but please know it is rarely ever because I don't like you. I have a lot going on irl and tumblr is legit a hobby to me. that being said onto more important things. I normally hardblock if I break a mutual because softblocking can be tricky given how glitchy tumblr can be.

Rarely is it because you have done something. it's normally because we haven't interacted and I like to keep my follower count low and my dash clean for my own mental health.

IV.

I love shipping but know it is not my top priority. neither is smut. I value also chemistry between muns and talking ooc because of it to get an idea of things! Adam is a hard character to ship with given he is egotistical, narcissistic, and a misogynistic villain. please keep that in mind when interacting. know that mun does not equal muse and I do not have the same beliefs as Adam does.

onto trivial things. I write novella length replies but do not care if you match length so long as I have something to work with. I do not care if you reblog memes / aesthetics / etc from me. the only thing I ask is to not reblog posts that are threads or things specifically tagged with 'do not reblog'. I post A LOT of ooc content but know it normal pertains to adam or my mutuals, and the occasional blog update.

V.

my name is iggy and I have been writing for a very long time. I've been in multiple rpcs and you may know me by my other pennames (tolya, viktor) and if so hello, it is nice to see you again! tysm for reading my rules, and if you made it this far I am giving you a cupcake or sweet of your choosing.

[youroriginalsublimecupcakestuff]

Normally lady tsushima tane wouldn't be caught dead in a place like suribashi city but they're was rumors about her son shuuji having been seen for the last time here.

The only reasons why she entertain those rumors was that as it's the last sort of place that you would think for the tsushima heir to be and is also the best place for his distateful hobby she can see him hiding here.

It's what bring her with an army of Bodyguard shadowing her to suribashi city, but she didn't found shuuji no while she was searching for him she heard an explosion which brought her to a destroyed building and a little amnesiac red haired boy.

It's more appropriate to say that they found each others him who could only told her the name nakahara and that his name was chuuya and her a sickly woman who was drowning in guilt , she feel like chuuya was the answer that she searched for since the loss of shuuji.

But when she brought him to their home in kanagi she had to fight to make them to accept her decision, her husband Gen’emon though that she lost it but chuuya was a bright child who quickly gained the affection of everyone in the family even her renowned to be difficult to please mother in law safe for her sister in law kye who had been the closest to shuuji.

While she neglected shuuji at best content to treat him like he was dead letting him be raised by her sister in law and the servant she was overprotective with chuuya.

*she refuse to lose him no like ~shuuji~ never again , inforgivable, she won't forgive anyone who try to take him away from her*.

Especially when she learned about his ability, she heard rumor about human with surnaturals ability of course with the influence of the tsushima family it was easy for them to hear about it but it was just that rumor but with chuuya ability she feared even more to lose him.

He was hidden and protected, his friendship and association vetted but learned how to fight to defend himself and was a natural at it but Gen’emon died in an accident and tane succumbed to her illness .

After their death and despite the objection of his adoptive brother bunji ( who only accepted if he agree that he will stay in an appartment provided by the tsushima family and be protected by security) , he choose to study at the university of Yokohama.

Here he heard from his friends and classmates about a notorious detective agency and went there to try to learn about his past but make the acquaintance of an annoying man that was strangely familiar to himy he have a stricking physical similarities with the pictures of shuuji that his adoptive mother showed him .

They didn't get along but would also meet when chuuya went at the arcade at first it was a coincidence and both refused to left but then they learned more about each others and dazai learned that it wasn't a plot by the tsushima family to bring him back here they still had many bickering but what bonded them the most was when chuuya was kidnapped and the ability that he suppressed was activated to everyone shock.

When they learned about it the tsushima family tried to lock him up in the mansion to protect him but dazai went there braving his trauma for chuuya and had a long conversation with bunji with the help of kye, he agree to let him stay in Yokohama and work part time in the detective agency to help control his ability but the ADA and the government should protect him one more kidnapping attack and he come back to kanagi.

Dazai end up moving into his appartment well mooching off on him should be more appropriate because the damn mackerel doesn't make the chore and is annoying when he does it nor does he pay the bill because he argue that he's too poor for that, his comeback " but i'm here to protect you of course o'chibi i promised your brother and i'm so nice to do it for free you should pay me back and pamper me" when he talk about kicking him out only annoy him.

They end up together but dazai only agree to see a select few members of the tsushima family amongst them his aunt kye which while he's loyal and grateful to the tsushima family and love them , he doesn't argue against it , understanding that dazai was hurt by them and accepting it .

[roaenexists]

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