#idk i just feel hurt from this disconnect between me and others

[adoregojo]

↬ two paths 一 ⦁ nagi.s, reo.m

▶︎ sooooooooooooo... this is some rotting dabble i abandoned, and since Im kind of desperate for any glimpse of motivation, i finished it. and surprise, surprise! its a reo and nagi fic lmaolmao.

▶︎ summary: reo have had a crush on you for a good long two years, and when it's the time to word his love to you, but a obstruct of your part says otherwise. ▶︎ context: nagi is your childhood friend, jealousy, idk if this counts as a love triangle? it's more like your a brick head, some angst (ofc) kind of a plottwist !!gn reader!!

"i like you, I've liked you ever since you stepped into my world, i like everything about you, your smile, your eyes, your gentle hands, your laugh, and most of all your soul that kept me hostage. and i-"

the hang up sound cut him off.

silence fell upon the other side of the phone, only the stillness of the disconnected tone nudging him back to reality. his hold on the phone was a robust one, so stout to the point of a crack to echo. the compound of bitterness, remorse, frustration, all were hefty on the little pinning heart of his.

and with that, you rejected reo, without even saying a word.

and the next days were nothing but a grievous duration, to him the most. as much as reo didn't want to see you for a while, there was no escaping you when you were in the same school, classroom, 一hell, even club. you were in every corner and every ditch, and he'll be a dead lier if he said that your appearance alone wouldn't tiptoe on his heartstrings. reo can stay still ever so firmly and yet you'd still be able to prod him out of his ground as convenient.

reo wanted to be mad at you, to hate you even, but he couldn't, he sincerely couldn't. even when the strain was tense, unbearable, but somehow it also felt pitifully suffocated, graciously. it was you after all, where he felt like a fragile creature under your spell, gosh一 you had reo warped around your finger with cement.

nevertheless, what drove him to the edge was how you operated it. while reo handled it by immersing himself in two blankets and eat ice cream to pacified him to crying himself to sleep. however, you on the other hand was having the time of your life. greeting him good morning to saying goodbyes, even asking him how his day went, did his confession meant that little to you?

reo wondered if you bat an eye, you just denied him after all, but some acknowledgment would've been great. or at least have a talk about it. but instead you acted like it never even happened. the idea of you skipping over his feelings made him sick to his core, it sounded so ill-suited, you above all if not the most considerate, thoughtful person he'd ever met. that's how reo fell for you in the first place.

he wasn't gonna apologies for being selfish, he wanted you to himself. reo kept all his feelings for you bottled up for a good old two years, and he just cannot bare with the fear of someone else stealing you anymore 一something that kept him on trails of restless nights一

maybe that's what herd him away from you, the decedent between the two grew by each day. yet reo loved you too much to live with the consequences of his actions, he can't even look at you without screaming 'why don't you care as much as i do', your sudden unfamiliarity stings him slowly and most of all painfully.

for you to blow him away like a dust that burdens your clothes felt it was caused by a clone, or did he just never knew you like he thought he did?

it ached to see you asking him if he's okay, if you did something wrong to drive him away. and goddamn it hurts seeing you like this, he would rather bang his head to the wall repeatedly than see that anguished expression ever again, and worst of all, reo was the reason for it.

you were heavy on his mind 一as if you weren't already一 the recollection of you standing with your sweaty palms rubbing against each other, a bad habit you do when you get uneasy, he really fucked up to the point where you have became a nervous wreck in his presence. your utter was light, questioning if he even wanted to be your 'friend' anymore.

you weren't the one to blame, reo was the one who stopped talking to you, stopped sitting with you for lunch, he even withdrew the club you two shared 一he didn't even have a liking for it, just joined because you were there一 all that and you still tugged on the last tie of faith reo would walk back into your life with open arms.

but reo didn't want to be your 'friend', not anymore. he wanted to be the one to protect you, to understand you, he wanted to be your man, your other half more anything, for him to be your everything just like you are his. you can't just make heaven a living place on earth then walk away when he was on knees for you.

he left you at halt, saying that he needed some time. you never knew time for what because he walked away before letting you word anything out. so now, his hands buried deep in his pockets, he felt heavy, mind and heart on a race track. he felt awful, the image of you standing in confusion, lost on what to do will hunt him to his grave. he tried running his fingers throughout his violet lockes, he was petty, selfish, and reo knew he could've worded it better instead of this.

from the corner of his eye, he could spot a bunch of flowers fluttering under the rush of air, hit by the sunlight to outshine any other plants besides. he could've think of how beautiful they looked, but no, the first thing that popped out his mind was the image of how bliss you'll be seeing them flourish just the way you liked it.

reo contemplating his actions, the pure, straightforward out of his heart gates confession and how far it had driven him. how beyond it had tossed what you two had. something blended with bittersweetness squeezed within his chest, envisioning of your smile made it a challenge to breathe.

so he keeps on strolling, trying to straighten himself until a familiar tall white headed form comes to his view. ranking ahead of a vending machine, nagi was too busy searching for what it appears to be a coin to even notice reo.

nagi was your friend, the one who watched the two of you downfall in silence. he didn't say a thing about it, didn't get involved and much rather concentrate on his phone-games. but there was something else, nagi have been your friend for what reo have been told since childhood. it was something anyone can figure out in the first glance, nagi doesn't leave your side for what it seems like eternally, he remained as your sidekick for decades. he witnessed all your phases, your growth. and he wasn't planning on departure his spot. it was a rare sight to see nagi not glued to your side, did the sky spare him? did his desperation reaches the empyrean?

"hey," reo announced his presence, nagi's bored eyes soaring over him. so the purple head flipped a coin to his direction, nagi tamed it halfway, staring at the single coin then back at his friend. "need another one." he uttered flatly as ever, so reo push out a sigh as he tossed him another one. the snowy head mummers a low thanks.

"listen, i need to tell you something." reo enunciates after a moment of hesitation, caressing the back of his neck as his lilac hues kept on swirling around. his friend just humming in acknowledgment, supporting his chin with his hand while still examining over the endless optionals of drinks.

"it's about yn."

nagi rattled momentarily, your name was like a cold water on his senses.

well, that was easy. reo thought. "i did something a few weeks ago, and i think i fucked up everything." he says, undertone. as if he was admitting an unforgivable crime.

"what did you do?" there was something off about nagi's tone, his grip on the coins was merciless. but his face still seemed boarded, nonchalantly but oddly firmed for some reason.

"i kind of admitted my feelings to them..."

nagi's daze expression shattered in an instant, not anything crazy, but his eyes grew obscure, casing over reo like a giant blacked cloud.

for nagi to carry that kind of aura was eccentric, that face would only arise every time an unnamed got a little too close to you. at that time, reo convinced himself that he was imagining that, because nagi out of all people stood his ground when it comes to dating, he'd always say the same thing 'dating sounds like a hassle'. and sometimes something wild like 'don't need someone else around, I already have yn.' reo wasn't a backstabber, he only confessed to you because he lived under the roof that his friend wasn't even able to handle anything intrigued with romance.

"i just, been liking them for ages. and i found the strength to finally say it to them, they-"

"hung up on you." the snowy head finished his line, which made reo eyes widen a bit.

he shifted awkwardly, "haha, did they tell you? how embarrassing.." he tried laughing it off, trying to avoid nagi's gaze for his sake.

"they didn't." nagi spoke quickly, voice strained than usual.

"oh? so how did you?.."

"because i did it. i was the one who hanged up."

there was a moment of lull, where not even the waves of wind could sooth over the tension. reo stood still, waiting for nagi to stick out his tongue playfully and shout 'gotcha!', praying for whoever might've fell upon to this to be a sick prank.

"you what?" he doesn't even realize he spoke before the words had already slipped.

nagi sigh tiredly, his fingers still at halt to press the numbers of his wanted drink, he didn't like focusing on two thing at the same time. "i thought you'd figure it out already. man, do i have to explain myself now? what a hassle." he let out softly.

"nagi, you-"

reo doesn't get get the chance to speak, to think, before nagi cut him off swiftly handling the conversation, like he knew this was coming. "listen, reo. i like being your friend, but i can't let you have yn." his words kept hurtling reo, it all poured down at his like a sucker punch.

"i don't understand."

"it's not that hard, i liked them first, i found them first. so they're basically mine."

oh, oh.

it all made sense now. reo felt like an idiot, why is he seeing this now? this is why you were clueless, because you didn't answer it in the first place. why, why was he so rushed to say it and not letting what he thought was you speak first.

every time when nagi would drink from the same bottle of yours, when he would twirl around a piece of your hair randomly, when his head would rest on your shoulder in every ride home, when he would shut down every time reo rambled about you, he just got it. why was he just connecting the puzzle? was his feelings for you so blinding that he couldn't see this?

reo wanted to say something, in fact things. but the lump in his throat clogs his attempts to protests. leaving his mouth agape.

and it was like nagi couldn't get a hold of concern about this, in fact he found waiting for his drinks to make it way down more interesting. yet he sensed a blazing breeze from his friend's direction, it was hard not to when they were on the same burden as an elephant. so the snowy head swiftly retorted, "plus, you already are the standard, right? I'm pretty sure you can find someone else, it'll be better if you found one quicker."

after that, nagi bent over to grab what was supposed to be his lemon tea alongside your favourite one. boredom eyes doubled-dyed at the cans, mostly at yours before blowing out a vague breath一did he just scoff?

"why you.."

"sorry, don't like sharing."

and with that, nagi walked away. head empty with the only maintenance thing was a picture of you as he handed you your favourite flavour with the money that wasn't even his. leaving reo dumbfounding at his back, he didn't get a say on this, like this wasn't even meant for him.

this wasn't a stage he can purchase to himself, not even to earn a role. he felt like a third-wheel in you and nagi's love tale.

it loathes him, brings him to edge even. but most of all, reo now wanted you more than anything.

[prof-peach]

Hi again! Its me, idk if you remember but i sent you that weird horned shiny caterpie a long time ago. I had another question. My partner recently caught a pumpkaboo. He is also very much into haloween decorating, but hes afraid to carve any jack-o lanturns. I was hoping if there is a way to help his new pokemon and let him carve this year. Any advice would be wonderful.

-Bre

Ah yes, good to hear from you again, your caterpie is doing very well by the way, settled right into a small colony after an adjustment period and has made a lot of friends.

As for this Pumkaboo issue, it does happen, theyre sweet pokemon but struggle to see the difference between themselves and pumpkins, so the panic can settle in.

What we normally do is encourage them to use razor leaf as a move, and basiclaly play fruit ninja with them. As often as you can just throw fruits and get them to try to cut them up with the attacks. After a while, say a week or so, slowly introduce small pumpkins or gourds in. Say nothing and just mix them into the game of aim and slice. They are not usually perceptive enough to pick out what it is theyre attacking while its moving in the air, especially in daylight where their eyesight is a little less detail orientated, and will continue the game without further thought. Again, these are not overly intelligent pokemon on average, more curious or tricky, even timid (but there can be exceptions).

Once they eventually realise theyve been playing a game with vegetables by letting them examine the remians when you all clean up, they usually clock that vegetables and pokemon are not the same. they do not smell the same, nor do their insides look similar in any way. Its more about breaking the barrier between what they will and wont do out of nervousness, proving that they are not the same as pumpkins first hand, and that there is no scary or terrible concequence to attacking said vegetables.

Posing the idea of carving together after that tends to become far simpler, they can connect the dots of 'i am a pokemon and alive and sentient' and 'that is a vegetable and im not hurting anyone like me', most of the time this species wont partake due to a fear of the unknown, a hypothetical, or a disconnect in information, fill in the gaps and they tend to come around to it pretty quickly.

But theres always the alternative if you find youve got a real scardy cat: Paint the lanterns. Glow in the dark paints are easy to buy, so you can bypass the need for a candle or knife, and this way you dont have to front up something that may cause yoru pokemon emotional discomfort, though I personally would suggest confronting this nervousness.

It is a minor issue, and it's healthy to experience situations where you need to be in an uncomfrotable state and maintain calm composure. This is a great example of just letting them experience the world so they can handle their feelings and emotions in a healthy way instead of freaking out if they see something they don't like or understand, launching an attack out of fear and being a danger to themselves and others.

Good luck with fruit ninja, it doubles up as fun enrichment for all your pokemon, and is snack time so- win win!

[communistkenobi]

there are things you cant change and you shouldnt hurt yourself trying just to please other people. and that's okay as long as you're respectful about it. i dont like dick and i probably never will and that doesn't change how i treat trans women with no bottom surgery nor does it make me see them as anything other than women and if that makes you see me as a transphobe then there's nothing i can do about that 🤷‍♀️ there is never a situation where its ok to pressure people to have sex in a way they're not comfortable with and if you cant understand that then idk man get better soon

I told you to stop replying to that post but if you want to do this out in the open then sure we can do that

your claim that “conservatives tried to force me to like dick” is based on an essentialistic, extremely transphobic and patriarchal understanding of what a penis is. Conservatives don’t want you to “like dick” they want you (and all trans people) to remain in the closet, get heterosexual married, be Christian, and make babies. That’s not a command to “like dick” that is a demand that all people conform to white western cishet gender norms, and conflating the two is fucking transphobic! You are imbuing a particular body part that people have with deep political, social, and sexual meanings, and those meanings are deeply transphobic in general and transmisogynistic in particular. “Liking dick” or “not liking dick” is not a coherent or useful way to describe a person’s attraction to an extremely broad range of people. If someone said “I’m only attracted to people with vaginas” that would be an insane and obviously transphobic statement because it means that there is some level of sexual interchangeability between cis women, trans men without bottom surgery, trans women who have had it, and certain types of intersex people, and that there is something fundamentally different with people who have a penis that makes them essentially unattractive.

“Genital preference” is an extremely loaded and fraught term. It is the site of particular types of sexual violence against trans women specifically. It is based on the assumption that attraction to the rest of a person’s body and their genitals can be fully disconnected from one another, that genitals hold some essential quality that can be judged on an attractiveness scale regardless of the bodies they’re attached to, that what genitals a person has prescribes a very specific and narrow set of sexual acts that can be engaged in. This is transphobic rhetoric, full stop.

And for the last fucking time I’m not “pressuring” anyone into having sex with people they don’t like. Nobody is telling you to “hurt yourself” into liking a penis. You are getting ridiculously angry at a random trans person online describing the problems with “genital preference” as a framework and spouting virulently transmisogynistic rhetoric to justify said anger. The things you have said and are saying to me right now are insdistinguishable from the transphobia cis people spout, even the progressive ones who say they’re supportive but they just can’t get past how disgusting and unattractive our genitals are. You are having a temper tantrum about the simple claim I made that transphobia is deeply bound up in how people view sex with particular types of bodies, and your reasoning for why I’m wrong is “well because I feel like it” so why should I take anything you’re saying remotely seriously?

I’m done replying to you. Fuck off

[anemonelovesfiction]

Part 2 to Not A Prank

Warnings ⚠️: Smut. Duh. Human Y/n. Pregnancy.

Tsireya x Human! Reader & Lo’ak x Human! Reader

Sorry I don’t have an official title, idk what to call this, but you don’t need to read Not A Prank to understand this one. AFAB reader. This is not proofread- sorry about that. And I been feeling depressy/ writers blocky so please be nice to me, your niceness might buy y’all a third part… Might.

Thank you to henhouse-horrors for the suggestions, seriously didn’t even read your comments til today but figured I’d give you a lil shout out, mami 😌

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“How do you like this, Tiyawn?” Her lips ghost over my nipples as her second finger slips in with ease, but the feeling of fullness overtakes my body as she thrusts slowly, my nipples were standing at attention and I can hear the smile in her voice.

“Please,” I whine at the pleasure her fingers were giving me, her fingers were thicker than Lo’ak’s but were shorter, yet that didn’t stop her from being able to prod so deep she’d touched my cervix in more than one occasion.

“Please what?” She asks, the marui had heated up so quick with our activities, it was technically their summer- meaning it was hot already- and the fire building in my lower belly wasn’t helping with it, I felt like a bitch in heat.

“Use your words baby,” She’s speaking directly in my ear, taking the opportunity to nip at the lobe and I can feel myself contract against her fingers as I gasp at the sensation. I take the time to study her face and she was proudly wearing her smirk- That stupid damned smirk was hereditary.

“Mo-mmy-“ I stutter as she curls her fingers gently to rub against my G spot, stopping any thought process from continuing. Her fingers were stretching my pussy as she curled them, the stretch didn’t hurt, but I was too damn close and yet I still needed more.

“I know, Tiyawn,” Her other hand is wrapped around my waist, keeping me up against the wall marui, that same hand tweaking my nipple since it had the length to do so. My left thigh was dangling off of that bicep and she had told me to hold my right thigh up and not let it fall, because if I did, she would stop, and I was too damn close to stop. But she was full of surprises as she added her third finger, going slow to get me used to it, I was going to come soon.

She leans back down to kiss my mouth and doesn’t waste time shoving her tongue back in. She disconnects our mouths and kisses down my jawline and down my neck, I could feel myself clenching in her fingers as she did, she chuckles lightly.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself, huh?” She continues kissing down my neck and gets to my pulse point, allowing the fingers she had in me slow just to get her thumb to graze over my sensitive clit.

“Mommy!” I squeal and she coo’s. She’d purposely avoided my clit just to edge me as long as she could, her fingers were already massaging my insides well, but her rubbing on my clit was a sure way to make me come, but I knew better, I had to wait for her command.

“Hmm, come for me princess.”

She curls her fingers to do the come here motion again and the fire that trails from my cunt and through my body was incredible. I could feel myself clenching around her fingers so greedily, it was overwhelming in a good way. I could feel the slight sting of her fangs digging between my shoulder and neck as my vision turns white, my orgasms were always profound whenever they took the time to bite the sensitive skin there.

She’d woken me up with innocent caresses on my body, to which I wanted to push away, but she took her time with me, I knew Lo’ak couldn’t have been with us at that time since she’d started the morning off by kissing down my back, giving me goosebumps, and he would have joined in by then. She even took the time to make me a breakfast where she physically fed me, even with my protests of being capable of doing it myself, she only shushed me and occasionally ran her hand on my thigh.

“Focus baby girl,” She nuzzles her cheek into mine, never ceasing her ministrations, the palm of her hand was covered in my juices, the fingers inside still carefully grazing my G spot, thumb on my clit lazily running side by side. I whine at the sensitivity and try pulling my hips away but found it hard to since my back was still on the wall of our marui.

“Are you going to walk out again the next time you see Mommy and Daddy mating?” She asks so sensually in my ear that I moaned at the images flashing in my head, and yet she still hasn’t stopped moving in me, I moan loudly as my hips jerk from the sensitivity but she doesn’t stop, I have to shake my head at this point but the scenario plays in my head again.

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I’d learned how to wash linens the hard way, but wanted to get better at something to show my mates I wasn’t a complete waste of space and they didn’t have to worry about having a clean marui whenever they dived or hunted. It was challenging without the solar powered washing machines back at the compound, where there was multiple machines at my disposal. I’d folded everything nicely after it dried and placed it in a basket, somehow spacing out on my trek home, I’d managed to block out everything, until I lifted the curtain that was blocking the entrance of the marui and the sight before me makes me freeze.

Closer to the furthest wall from the entrance, I see Lo’ak inside of Tisreya, pumping his cock into her pussy pretty quick. He was efficient and was lightly grasping her neck as she held a hand over her mouth to stop herself from being vocal, Lo’ak was grunting but also restraining himself. Both of their eyes shut tightly as they marvel in the pleasure they are giving each other, their Kuru’s joined together, his hips snapping into her as she tries to meet them- I knew that drove me wild whenever he did it.

I couldn’t feel the basket in my hands anymore and look down to see I’d dropped it, I must have focused on them entirely to have let that happen, upon looking up, both sets of eyes are looking at me. Green and teal, staring back into my own, I could feel the thick silence as I find it hard to push the apology out of my throat. I feel like I’d been caught watching something I shouldn’t have.

“I’m sorry-“ I mutter out as I quickly look down to avoid their eye contact. I don’t expect them to say anything so I turn around and run from the marui to give them the privacy they needed, ending up at the mini forest, climbing a tree to look at the ocean to have some kind of peace in myself.

I wasn’t jealous that they were having their own intimate time together, we all often needed a date or two away from the other person and I’m sure they’ve had sex before they came to me that night near the spirit tree. But being caught watching them do something so intimate as they could feel each others pleasure, just the two of them in that marui, made me feel less adequate and less able to fulfill my duties as their second mate. If anything, I felt like I had invaded their privacy for staying as long as I did, I’ll never be able to be as close as they could be with their ability to bond, fuck I’m pathetic.

After that day I’d been sleeping off to the side more, moving away if they touched me, waking up earlier than they do to start my day and making sure I spend enough time out of the marui to get home after eclipse,maybe this is the space they’d need to comfortably not be bothered. But Tsireya made sure it didn’t last long, in fact it only lasted four days, she’s good at noticing patterns and coming up with quick plans, plans like the one this morning.

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“Good girl,” She coo’s and thrusts her fingers back in harshly, not once having pulled them away, the tingle in my pussy had me wanting more and the slight sensitivity wants her to stop, but her fingers tickled my special spot just right that it was driving me feral.

“Mommy, w-wait,” I mutter but bite my lip as she gently does the come here motion again, I can’t even form a thought as she bites her own lip at the sight of me, my breath coming out labored and my moans falling from my lips now, I couldn’t stop them even if I tried.

“Look at your greedy pussy swallowing my fingers so easily, baby. You’re so wet my fingers slide in, look-“ She thrusts her fingers all the way in, the palm of it just leaning over top of my clit, her hand completely covering my pussy.

“Ugh!” I grunt and feel my hips moving as much as they could with the position I was in.

“Yeah, you look stupid right now.” Her own eyes are half lidded but I’m finding it hard to keep mine open. Her cheeks are a darker blue shade as she’d been at this since this morning.

“Mommy-“ I whine and she shoves her fingers all the way back in, palm covering my pussy.

“Take it baby.” She keeps her fingers shoved in my cunt without thrusting them and I whine at the feeling of fullness, until her palm rubs on my clit, her fingers moving against my special spot, and I kept my eyes shut, holding my right thigh up, nails digging in the underside of my own flesh but the sting wasn’t something I could feel.

“You’ve got another orgasm for mama, huh?” She asks rhetorically.

“Ca-can’t,” Is the only word I can muster enough energy for. I can feel myself being laid in the floor but her hand never stops rubbing my clit, fingers wiggling inside to stimulate me.

“Mama says you can.” Her eyes are dark, hazed over by her lust, I feel like I’m going to die.

“N-no, no-“ I start to disagree with her but stop myself when I can feel her other hand slowly rubbing the rim of my ass, still managing to hold me up against the wall of the marui, just flexing her wrist to reach her fingers inside.

“Oh mommy,” I sigh and she smirks at her success.

“You are such a good little girl for mommy, hmm?” All I could do was agree with a nod, eyes closed, I was already so close and she shoves the tip of her finger in my ass.

“Come,”

I don’t recall passing out, being cleaned, or even changing into my clothes again. But the hand that lightly rubbed my cheek was what made me open my eyes. The marui was dimly lit due to the curtains covering the marui’s entrances with the sun barely shining through. I could smell the soap she uses mixed with my own, she must have washed me after my orgasm.

“Here baby, drink some water,” She hands me a cup she had filled with water and I suddenly realize how thirsty I am, I take a long swig if water.

“How are you feeling?” She asks as she sits on her bum, legs crossed in front of her, her voice is soft and her eyes are showing worry, it makes me forget about the absolute mommy domme she could be.

“Better,” I smiled but couldn’t meet her eyes.

“I’ll need to head out and do my chores for the day, but Lo’ak should be here soon,” She reassures me and I nod. I haven’t talked to either of them at all these past four days, and aside from the mind blowing sex we just had, my one word answer was the only thing I’d responded to Tsireya with. She gets on her knees and stretches her hand to caress my cheek gently.

“You know I love you, yes?”

She’s scooted closer toward me and it makes me hold my breath knowing she was this close, I subconsciously gulp and wet my lips, her eyes dart down toward my lips but move back up quickly to look into my eyes. She leans down and meets my lips and I could feel warmth radiating in my chest. Just then I could hear the curtain at the tent ruffle and my nostrils are invaded with Lo’ak’s smell, it was so damn good, I had no idea what it was.

Tsireya disconnects our lips, caressing my cheek with her thumb, before letting go and standing up. I shamelessly watch her hips as she sashays them toward Lo’ak and briefly kisses him goodbye as she lifts the curtain at the entryway, looking back at us one last time.

“She’s all yours,” She stated and leaves.

“Hey you,” He smiles as he takes Tsireya’s place in front of me, on his knees from the start. His voice is a little deeper and the tattoo’s decorated around the fronts his ear are grasping my attention, he’s gotten them after passing his metkayina iknimaya, before his marriage to us, he’d even gotten a tattoo on his chin, he truly was irresistible.

“Hi,” I shyly responded, turning my eyes away from where I’d been staring, knowing his green eyes were still locked on me. I felt shy whenever he looked at me like this, like I meant everything to him, but I couldn’t mean much- not without a way to bond.

“What is it?” He asks and I look back at him. He knew what he was asking, but I didn’t know how to answer him, so I stayed quiet and shrugged instead.

“You can trust me, baby girl, with everything.” He expresses gently and reaches over to place my hand in his, sliding it up my arm to hold it. He wasn’t preventing me from escaping, on the contrary, this is how he shows he cares while giving us space. His grip wasn’t tight at all and his thumb caresses my arm- he’d picked that soothing technique from Tsireya. Then he sits with his bum on the floor and his legs crossed.

“I feel-“ I’d made the mistake of looking into his eyes and shut my mouth immediately, looking away again, snaking my hand out of his grip. I feel him grab onto my wrist harder before I’d completely slipped out from his grip, managing to sit me on his lap with one swift tug, facing him. He places one hand on the small of my back, keeping me there, the other on my cheek to stop me from looking elsewhere.

“Go on,” He stated and I had a hard time looking away from his eyes feeling hypnotized by them. “You feel-“ He stated again and I could feel my cheeks heating up at that.

“Inadequate.” I finished off, thinning my lips after, unsure of how he’d react. “As your mate,” I barely whispered and found the courage to look to the side, no longer able to stare at him.

“Why?” He asks.

“I can’t bond-“ I found myself answering without my voice shaking.

“Oh, Y/n,” He coo’s softly, I look up at him.

“I don’t need to bond with you to love you, to show you that I love you, to know you feel bothered by something, or to even read your thoughts my love.”

I’m sure my face of confusion was enough for him to explain himself, but a small smiled played on his mouth before he’d said anything, but I had to have some idea or my cheeks wouldn’t have been bursting into flames.

“Do you need me to show you like mommy did?” He asks and I’d honestly blanked on what he meant.

“Show me what?” I asked and he leans closely and I could swear my face was catching fire.

“How adequate you are.” He kisses my cheek and moves his way down toward my jawline, dragging his tongue across the opposite side where Tsireya had bitten me, they each had designated sides.

He’d taken the liberty of sliding my top off, kissing down my chest, attacking my rapidly pebbled nipples while slowly pushing me down onto the spongey floor of our marui.

“Lo,” I moan his nickname out for him to look backnup toward me, his eyes hazed with lust, flicking my inner thigh at the way I had just addressed him.

“Its Daddy or sir.” He corrects me and I bite my lip and nod in understanding.

“What do you say baby girl?” He asks while his fingers trail down toward my tewng, starting to fumble with the little bow Tsireya must have tied, his eyes never leaving mine as the tewng gets loose.

“S-sorry daddy,” I whimper at his smirk and he taps my hip, telling me to lift them up for him to take my tewng off. I plant my feet on the floor of our Marui and lift my hips as he slides it off quick.

“Yeah, thats what I like to hear,” He leans down to kiss me on my lips, sliding his tongue in while caressing mine, the battle for dominance never commencing since it was his. His fingers don’t take long to travel down toward my pussy and shoves two in without hesitation and I’m surprised at the slick I’d produced, and it probably helped that Tsireya prepped me beforehand with the two orgasms she’d given me.

Since his tongue was still shoved in my mouth I had no choice but to moan and lift my hips off the ground to protest that I didn’t need to be prepped for him.

“You’ll take what daddy gives you, yeah?” He grunts as he shoves a third finger in, but his hand is much larger in size than Tsireya’s, and although his fingers are thin, the orgasms I has beforehand weren’t making this stretch sting any less.

“It stings a bit, doesn’t it baby girl?” He asks and plants a kiss down on my inner thigh and it catches me off guard as to how he knew.

“Please-“ I pant while lifting myself on my elbows.

“You can have it,” Lo’ak teases with his voice, removing his fingers, but not without harshly pressing his fingers upward, running them out slowly , making me shudder as he pulls them out, bucking my hips pathetically as he did.

“But you have to ride.” He makes direct eye contact as he shoves his fingers, covered in my slick, down his mouth and groaning at the taste.

“Is that something you’re up for baby girl?” He asks, eye fucking me as his eyes rake down my body. I can only nod at his words, still feeling tired from the fuck of a lifetime Tsireya gave me.

“Stand up.” He orders and I stand on wobbly legs, unable to completely stand still, wanting to please him either way.

“Look at how wobbly your legs are, did Mommy play too rough with you?” He ask while laying down, taking his own tewng off at and throwing it off to the side. His cock leaned back toward his stomach, glistening in precome, the veins popping up and becoming noticeable, the freckles along the shaft shining in the semi dark marui.

“Are you going to stare at it all day, Tiyawn?” He asks as his own body is being held up by his elbows, I swallow thickly, shaking my head and working the courage to walk up to him.

It doesn’t take long before he takes both of my hands in his, I spread my legs wide and sink down slowly, taking one hand from his grasp and placing it on his shaft to guide it in my leaky cunt. I work the mushroom tip in bite my lip to stifle a moan.

“No, I want to hear you.” He pulls the skin of my chin down, effectively making me release my bottom lip.

“Different angle, feel it more-“ I focus on my words as he smiles, placing my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, taking the liberty to place his on my hips.

“You can take more though, I can feel your slipper pussy wants more.” He pushes my hips down and I moan.

“Daddy!” It came out as a surprised squealy moan and he chuckles darkly to himself.

“You like the way that felt, and you’re dying for me to do this,” He swivels my hips, knocking his mushroom head tip on my G spot magically.

I couldn’t believe the sounds I was letting out as I let him control my range of motion, my knees felt like they were going to give out at any point, but I didn’t want him to think I couldn’t handle it.

“Your knee’s are getting weaker baby.”

“H-how do y-you know tha-at?” I asked while fighting the urge to be lost on him continuously swirling around on his dick.

“Because I don’t need the bond with you to know how you’re feeling, my love.” He leans down to capture my lips, thrusting slowly into my pussy, a bulge forming at the bottom of my stomach, I pat it gently and Lo’ak moans at the sensation.

“Daddy, you’re huge-“ I state as I’m drunk off his cock, feeling close to coming, but refusing to tell him.

“Can’t come yet til you can’t think- like a dumb slut-“ He thrusts harder, slamming his cock in me and I could feel my brain short circuiting.

“Y-you m-me-mean!” I stutter out as he continues thrusting it has me rolling my eyes in the back of my head. He lets out a surprised laugh but continues.

“I’ll keep fucking you dumb as many times as I have to so you know how much I love you.” He struggles to get his words out without grunting.

“Come for me baby,”

But surprisingly enough I felt different, the way I let go was so much stronger, I could feel myself giving him every piece of me, my body, my soul, my mind.

“Fucking great mother-“ Lo’ak states in shock. My chest feels heavy and I can feel a warmth fill my cunt up, having failed to realize he was still thrusting as my pussy kept coming. He doesn’t stop rubbing my clit and moans loudly, biting his lip harshly.

“You’re still coming, it feels so fucking good on my cock,” He whines and tries burying himself deeper inside, I’m almost blacked out but can see him enjoying himself, which was enough for me. I could see his belly and mid chest were now wet and it takes me by surprise to know I’d squirted.

“Oh my Eywa,” Lo’ak continues thrusting gently inside and comes himself, his own face contorted into pleasure, still rubbing my clit, taking the time to lean down and bite the skin between my neck and shoulder on the opposite side Tsireya had.

_________

Opening my eyes was a challenge. My lids felt heavy as hell and I’d almost given up on trying, but felt like I needed to wake up at the moment. My eyes take a second to adjust as I move them around to take a look at my surroundings since they don’t seem familiar at first. I knit my brows in confusion, taking this time to move my head to allow me to see the place better, and I had no idea where I was. I sit up but stop half way as a dull ache surges through my cunt, I hiss at the sensation immediately.

“Glad to see you’re awake,”

I turn to see Ronal weaving something as her eyes focus on me, she’s a very skillful tsahik, I wish I could weave like her. I must have been in her little healing hut, laying in a cot that had been set out, I take the time to sit on its edge.

“How long was I out?” I asked and she focuses her eyes back on her weaving as she changes the thread color quickly.

“Just two, almost three, eclipses.” She states as she cocks her head for me to see the evening sun, not quite eclipse, but soon. My eyes widen at the information she had stated.

“You know, you worried your mates after you wouldn’t wake. They must have put in some work to make you sleep as long as you did,” She smirks to herself, shoulders bobbing as she silently laughs, that fuckin hereditary smirk.

“Where are they?” I asked immediatly, as worry fills my features, she smiles softly at the sight and I swear I’d never seen her smile that way before.

“Sleeping.” She steps to the side to reveal the two of them cuddling, they must have been up for a while to have been tuckered out the way they were, and my heart further leaps as I notice the little space they’d subconsciously left between themselves for me.

“I told them to go home and rest for when you woke, but they said they didn’t want to leave you.” She stands and makes her way to me. I take the time to stretch and my legs spread out on their own accord and I see her checking my thighs.

“I put a salve to help heal the bruising you had there, it seems to have worked.” She smiles to herself. “I told them to be careful with the baby next time.” I’m taken aback at the comment.

“Did they watch your baby?” I asked as I notice him sleeping in the his little basket, his little eyes closed as he too sleeps peacefully.

“Your baby.” She states but the confusion is still there. “I don’t have a-“ I cut myself off as she closes her eyes with a soft nod after I’d looked down at myself and back toward her.

“B-but we, we only mated two nights ago,” I stutter. “You said so yourself-“

“Not from then.” She shakes her head and smiles softly once more. “From your first mating night. You are carrying the first tawtute-born hybrid. To be fair I found out when Lo’ak brought you in and he asked if I could check you inside as well. He was very worried when you passed out. I had to send Tonowari to fetch Tsireya so she’d know where you were.”

“But- but how is that possible?” I ask in disbelief.

“With the great mother anything is possible, even babies. I’m excited for my first grandchild.” She stated so sweetly.

I like seeing the way you handle the children very well and it makes my chest feel like its burning to see you with our children

Tsireya’s words from the night we first mated rings in my head. Our children. She had mentioned that if she were to become pregnant they would still be considered mine as well. I had only thought this extended toward mates and that was it, but seeing how excited and happy Ronal was, I was foolish to not believe it would extend to everyone.

“I can’t-“ I start shaking my head and she places a hand on my shoulder.

“Mawey,” She states simply. “You can.”

[realmofvoxtv]

Theories about Vox's and Alastor's Past

SPOILERS: If you have not watched episode 8 or just season one please read this post later. Also these are theories. These may predict future plot reveals idk.

Trigger Warning: Brief mentions of a toxic/abusive relationships. I mention Valentino too. Please continue with caution. Also, I mention Alastor's possible past as a killer.

So, we got a pretty BIG reveal in episode 8. Which is the photo below:

So, Vox and Alastor have more of a history than what many people believed. Let's first take some notes about the photo.

1. Alastor has his pilot suit

2. This photo is in black and white

3. Vox's screen looks different, it looks like an older model.

4. Vox and Alastor are pretty close together (this is important later).

Ok, let's talk about a few things.

1. Alastor's pilot suit.

This could be reference to the pilot. Or maybe his change is a reference to how, apparently, Alastor has made a deal and may not even own his soul.

2. The photo is in black and white.

And 3. Vox's screen likes like an older model.

Given how Vox seems to be ALL about updating and keeping up with the times, I don't think he was like pretending to be old fashioned for Alastor in recent or present times.

So, odds are this was AGES ago in hell. Like shortly after Vox died. I would say 1950s-1960s.

4. Vox and Alastor are pretty close together.

Now I think this is something important to mention. So far it seems like Alastor has this disconnection from most other males. Alastor mentions his mother in the pilot, but he has yet to mention his father.

He has this hatred for Lucifer (Charlie's DAD and Lilith's HUSBAND).

And at BEST Alastor respects Zestial (A powerful and OLDER MALE overlord). And at WORST he fears Zestial.

Sidenote: Look at that scene between Zestial and Alastor. It really looks like Alastor panics when he realizes that he (Alastor) is losing the respect of people in hell.

So given all of this, Alastor having mostly female friends, and mentioning his mother. But not mentioning his father, and even seeming to feel this need for respect and control (check back on his song in episode 8). I really do think it's possible that Alastor had a father who was in his life. But his father may have instilled fear and the need to gain respect, and perhaps the way Alastor was raised. Alastor felt the need to gain control in his life. (Sidenote: If he did indeed hurt/end people while alive, it's possible that was the driving force).

So the fact that Alastor was standing so close to Vox. And long enough for a photo to be taken? (Sidenote: If this is an old photo, I'm sure this photo would have taken a while to snap. Also is the camera being held by someone else or on a tripod or something? (Remember that this is probably in the 1950s-1960s)). This is important. This tells me that Alastor and Vox, at the time, trusted each other.  

So what happened?

Well, let’s go over Alastor's history since we have more of that as of now. 

Alastor lived through the Great Depression, and died AT LEAST after the 1920s my best guess is 1930s - 1940s.

He arrived in hell, and according to Vaggie in the pilot, and Mimzy, he wiped out some of the most powerful and eldest Overlords with ease. 

IMPORTANT: I think Alastor made this deal shortly after he appeared in hell. His power had to have come from somewhere.

And seven years ago, he disappeared. And only recently he has re-appeared. 

Also despite killing overlords and hating new stuff, he allowed Vox around him for that photo. 

Now about Vox. It's try to make some sense of his timeline. Apparently the first tv's appeared in 1927. But they only become really popular around 1946 - 1951. So it's likely that Vox and Alastor DID NOT meet each other when they were humans. So, he likely fell some time between 1950 - 1960. HOWEVER, if Alastor did encounter primitive tvs in 1927 to whenever died. It make sense that Alastor would originally accept Vox's presence. 

IMPORTANT: I am now sure that Vox died at least before 1970s. As that’s when colored cameras were popularized. And again that photo was in black and white.

So, what happened between them. Well I have some ideas and supporting evidence. 

1. Vox and Alastor made a bet/deal and Vox won. 

We hear in episode 2 from Valentino that Alastor owes Valentino and Vox something. It is possible that Vox and Alastor similar to Husk and Alastor. Made a bet, in which whoever wins gets the loser's soul. However, Alastor lost and maybe since he doesn't own his soul, he's able to attack Vox. Meanwhile Vox is shocked, as he's weirded out that Alastor is still able to move and (apparently) still has his soul. Perhaps in this theory Vox thought that Alastor found a loophole. 

Perhaps Valentino gets involved, and that's how he loses his antenna. Maybe Alastor realized that his secret may be out. And he brought out an angelic weapon trying to end Vox and Valentino. But instead, he has to flee. Also, Vox has a crooked antenna too. Maybe a result of Alastor?

Also, in episode 2, Vox says that they must prevent Charlie from making a deal with Alastor. Interesting...

IDK though where Vox inviting Alastor to the team fits in this theory. Maybe this battle happens after Alastor rejects Vox's offer. 

2. One of them saved the other's life

In episode 8, while Alastor sings he taunts the idea that people would think that he would die and, thus, cares for the people in the Happy Hotel. What if this is something that happened between Alastor and Vox. What if when Vox was a younger sinner, he was nearly killed and Alastor came to his defense. Or perhaps it was the other way around. 

And Alastor realized that with him not owning his own soul, that he may be forced to kill Vox, like the oldest overlords. So, he cut off Vox. As he was maybe starting to care about Vox (doesn't have to be romantic). 

And perhaps that's why Vox invited Alastor to join his team (Which for sure had Vox and Valentino, idk about Velvette). As Vox wanted to have his pal back. 

Then Alastor attacks Vox to send the message to Vox. 

Also, in this theory. They were likely friends. (Remember the earliest tvs were made in 1927. So, Alastor likely had no problem with Vox's technology as it was around when he was alive, but just not common in most households. )

How close Vox and Alastor are in the photo, does support this theory. Especially since Alastor does seem to have this mistrust around males. 

Also if Vox saved Alastor's life. That would explain Valentino saying that Alastor owes them something (aka his afterlife).   

3. Alastor tried to swap places with Vox

It's possible that Alastor got close to Vox, and maybe offered Vox a deal. Which was intended to trap Vox and maybe Alastor was hoping that whoever owns his soul would instead want Vox to take leadership. And possibly free Alastor's soul. 

Remember how Vox mentioned to the other V's that they must prevent Alastor from making a deal with Charlie? Perhaps Alastor is going to order Charlie to take his place in his deal. (Remember, Charlie's only restriction is that she wouldn't hurt someone. Taking his place in his deal, doesn't directly hurt anyone). 

Anyways, Vox realizes what Alastor wanted. Maybe he tries to get Alastor more involved like joining his team. And Alastor keeps pushing a deal. And maybe Alastor or Vox snap and then they battle. 

In this theory, Alastor allowing Vox to be so close to him in a photo. Likely would've been an act to pretend that he trusts Vox. 

Also, in this theory, maybe Alastor was training Vox to be like him. That way he would be the perfect replacement for his deal. This would also explain Vox's similarities to Alastor. 

Maybe whoever owns Alastor's soul, realized his plans and intentions. And that's why Alastor disappeared for 7 years. He was being reminded to never betray them. 

4. Perhaps Valentino and maybe Velvette, drove Alastor apart from Vox and vice versa. 

We know Vox invited Alastor to join his "team". That hints that at least one more V member was in the team. Likely Valentino. 

Remember Alastor's possible past with his father and his fear/hatred of certain male figures. It's possible that such a male sinner like Valentino drove a divide between Alastor and Vox. Perhaps Valentino even framed Vox or Alastor. Which drove them to battle. Vox and Valentino get hurt. And Alastor disappears for 7 years.

So even though in this theory, Alastor once trusted Vox. He doesn't anymore. 

So that's all. Share your thoughts below!

[olderthannetfic]

I'm having difficulty with trying to place some of my fandom's feelings about misogyny in our source materials, GoT and HotD. On the one hand, I can understand how as women, we may not want to be confronted with the pitfalls and dangers of misogyny in the real world in a fantasy story with dragons, but on the other hand, it isn't like GRRM discusses misogyny in the books without tact. Margaery, Sansa, Cersei, and now Rhaenyra all have complicated relationships with gender and power in their own storylines that make sense in the context of the world. And GRRM doesn't shy away from showing the dangers of masculinity, either. Like, how mens' prides can doom themselves, their families, and entire nations, how most of the ones who die in battle are the poor foot soldiers who are usually men. Even how some men, in their pursuit of perfection/reinvention through their sons, harm the rest of their family, like Tywin. Or how there are men who use others that he thinks are weaker than him (sex workers, women, children, the poor) to feel bigger and more important, but their harm doesn't actually improve themselves, so they repeat cycles of hurt.

I don't think people are inaccurate in saying there is misogyny in the books, but this misogyny is purposeful and not accidental. Idk, to me pointing out how Cersei thinks misogynistic things about other women is like pointing out there's racism or homophobia in a Baldwin novel... yes, that's the point. Do you or others think that there's a disconnect between audiences of fantasy and mainstream? Like, with some people just wanting fun escapism but being reminded of the real worldvs. people who just want the story as-is. Because sometimes it sounds like when Anglophone westerners try to make "feminist" retellings of myths like The Iliad about Helen or Briseis, when all it ends up doing is proving that maybe Homer was more conscious of the realities and perspectives of women than they gave him credit for, or that they missed the point of Helen's story to begin with. Sometimes I think modern reviewers/critics get so caught up in pointing out every societal ill without context of the work, that we present discussions of these ills as failing of the work. Any thoughts?

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A lot of "feminist" retellings are junk that misses the point of the original, sure, but the complaints I've heard about GoT are mostly about "But it's realistic though!" bullshit, particularly about the show rather than the books.

It's realistic for women to face sexual violence. It's also realistic for men to face it. It's also realistic for women to have nice lives.

This is fiction: everything someone chooses to put on page or on screen was just that: a choice.

I haven't consumed any of these canons. In the books' case, I hadn't heard of them back when I read fantasy doorstops by men. I no longer do that unless it's a queer book.

The show broke one of my cardinal rules: female full frontal without equal or greater male full frontal presented equally sexily and GOD DAMN shaved pubes that 1. don't make sense and 2. aren't equally common on men.

I'll watch a rule of horny show, but not if it's aimed at someone else's libido.

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In the horny premium cable with sex and gore realm, I did watch the first season of Spartacus. That show was campy trash in many ways, and far less critically acclaimed, but it managed to show vastly more male full frontal and a really sensitive depiction of sexual coercion of a big, manly dude and what it did to him emotionally.

Lucy Lawless' horrible slave owner character was fantastically interesting and also shaped by misogyny and the expectations that she was only valuable for bearing an heir. All kinds of awful things happened in that season, but the only time I got the feeling we were there to gawk at tragedy porn or naked bodies, it was men on the receiving end.

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People see GoT as neutral because they're so used to only seeing media that is by and for straight guys who are used to fapping to women's crying faces and calling it realism.

I can't speak to the books. From what people have said, they sound marginally more thoughtful than the show but still firmly in the Old Guy SFF tradition where "historical realism" upon which one builds one's dragon fantasy realm means abused women, not third gender priests or Muslim travel writers or any of the other underused historical shit you could pull from.

I'll give GRRM that many of the other cliched books are stealing from him and not vice versa, but this trend is more than old enough to predate A Song of Ice and Fire, which wasn't published till 1991.

So no, I don't think it's about escapism. I think it's about being bored of the same old, same old.

[robinwithay]

I'm mean this very /gen, but I've seen a lot of posts recently talking about how fans need to think more about Aziraphale and not baby Crowley and based on these posts fans seem heavily skewed towards Crowley but... I'm hardly in this Fandom, I pop in from time to time to see art and fic and meta for like a week or two, go away for a bit, and then come back and check in again, and generally what I've seen more than anything, is posts about Aziraphale and his trauma and why he's suffering the most and Crowley should have Done Better and Aziraphale Defense no matter what, any aziraphale critique seen as hate...

So I'm not sure where this disconnect is happening. We're apparently seeing completely opposite sides of the Fandom, but it seems like the overwhelming majority. So I see posts that are like, okay let's focus more on Aziraphale, and I'm like, that's literally all I'm seeing......this isn't meant to start something, bc I honestly am curious how this is happening and how everyone is either miscommunicating or idk something

hi anon! first of all, sorry it took me so long to get to this ask - it's partly because i really don't know the answer. i've spoken to others about this phenomenon of everyone seeming to only see the opposite of whatever "side" they've personally chosen, and it does seem to happen a lot. i have a theory it's partially confirmation bias - as in people ignore what they see that agrees with what they already think, and only focus on/remember what doesn't because they want to believe there is opposition to their opinion - partially temporal (maybe especially temporal for you, if you only dip in and out!) - as in more people have come around to seeing Aziraphale's side of things the more time has passed after the initial pain of s2 making a lot of people side more with Crowley - and partially that there is a real divide.

personally, i think that choosing "sides" between two characters who love each other is...silly. i think both of them were wrong and right in different ways, they both hurt each other, and they both have some development they need to do to forgive and earn each other's forgiveness.

however, i do think there was a huge initial wave of hatred thrown at Aziraphale that some folks are still very much riding. since season 1, i think Crowley has always been the fandom favourite, and i say that in full appreciation of the fact that in terms of fandom, the GO fandom is a rare one where the disparity between fandom favourites is much smaller than in most. plenty of people love Aziraphale, but he doesn't tend to get the same treatment as Crowley. and it's understandable - Crowley is a sad wet cat of a demon, and people love an underdog, an antihero. i think a lot of folks really relate to Crowley in his bitterness, his depression, his resent. he's been treated badly, rejected, tossed aside, and persists regardless, and - unfortunately - a lot of people know how that feels. it helps that Crowley is very easy to read (despite his best efforts), especially to the audience. his motivations are clear and relatable.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, is...kinda more complicated. he's generally operating on so many layers of deceit and denial that i don't know if he himself fully understands how he truly feels half the time - he's not honest about his emotions to the audience or himself. that doesn't make for an accessible, relatable character for most people, but for those with whom it resonates, it really resonates.

let me be clear: Crowley is not a bad character for being easier to read. Aziraphale is not a bad character for being harder to read. they're just different and appeal to different people.

[cottonkendi]

Betrayal | 9

MASTERLIST

Kunikuzushi x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: idk, it’s like a filler… what genre is this? ksksks

Warning: None

Synopsis: Suspicious Figure

Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

a/n: ayeee, it’s an update that’s not 2 months late 🥳 n e ways, here’s to hoping that this writing fever lasts until I finish this series and maybe even more so that I can actually start taking in requests and ACTUALLY writing said requests 😖

Wordlessly, you kneel before the throne, eyes staring straight ahead as you await for the shogun’s words to allow you to speak. 

It’s barely been a year since everything has fallen apart, barely a year since Kunikuzushi was shunned away by the god before you. 

And now, you stare her down, fists tightly curled on your lap, willing the swirling emotions away. 

It is not your place to feel such things, much less towards a god. 

No matter how much your insides burn, you have no place to act on it against the god before you, even if you wished to do so. 

No. 

Your duty is to be the geo archon’s yaksha. If you so much as speak out of turn in front of the electro archon then you may as well start another war between the gods. And for what?

For Kunikuzushi… only for Kunikuzushi. 

“I heard that you have taken him under your wing.” The archon’s voice echoes inside the barren room, the vicinity ice cold, like that of an abode. It feels like it’s disconnected from the normal realm with its blurring views, thunder clapping in the background despite the foggy walls around you. 

The plane of euthymia… 

“I can’t say I’m opposed to you protecting the puppet… though I am curious as to why you would do such a thing… Answer me, yaksha.” Beelzebul drawls out though you can see the look of steel in her eyes, can see the way her hand tightens around the arm of her throne.

“I have vowed to protect Kunikuzushi, your son, for the rest of my existence. As long as I shall be alive in this world, then Kunikuzushi will be under my protection-” 

“He is no longer my kin. He is but a citizen of Inazuma or any other country for that matter. I wish not for him to be tied to me.” 

Your jaw clenches at her words, hands tingling as you start to feel the hilt of your claymore materialise though you try your best to will it away. “Whether he is part of the electro archon’s kin or not does not matter. My vow still stands and your words shall do nothing to change it. Though if I were to give my humble words of advice, I do not think that pushing him away so suddenly was a wise idea. Protecting him by hurting him… I do not think that the late electro archon would be pleased.” By now, you have stood up from your previous position, just as the thunder starts getting louder. 

“You speak of my sister with such familiarity, yaksha. I suggest you know your place.” 

Turning around, you are met with the sight of Beelzebul holding her sword as she stands before her throne, looking down at you. “The battlefield is a place that I am quite familiar with, electro archon. I have spent quite the time with Baal. In fact, Kunikuzushi himself shares a lot in common with her. Perhaps that is why you’re so afraid of keeping him close…” 

With that, you make your way out of the plane of euthymia, your hair starting to stand up as lightning strikes the ground.

The heavy feeling in your body quickly disintegrates as you’re met with the sight of Kunikuzushi laughing with the village kids, racing their way towards the blacksmith for their usual afternoon lessons. 

It’s only been a few months since you got Kunikuzushi out of your abode and into Tatarasuna. A small island near the main Inazuma island which hosts a small village where you met Niwa who was quickly taken with Kunikuzushi. 

The man quickly opens his home to the both of you, offering to help Kunikuzushi with whatever he may need on the island. The two of you were quite hesitant to be so comfortable with him but soon enough, Kunikuzushi takes to liking Tatarasuna, having his days filled with classes with Niwa wherein he teaches him how to forge swords, along with helping around in the village, you’ve never felt more assured with leaving him alone for a day or so while you continue to do your responsibilities in Liyue. 

“Kunikuzushi was looking for you, y’know?” Humming, you look to your side where Niwa makes himself comfortable against the tree, chuckling to himself when he sees your ever so serious face. “The kid was sulking all day when you didn’t visit at your usual time. He said that even though he can call you at any time, he didn’t want to bother you while you were off doing your duties in that foreign land. He likes telling the village stories about your journey, y’know? Sometimes, he even brings out books about you.” 

Crossing your arms, your gaze moves back to Kunikuzushi who’s starting on forging the metal that was freshly out of the water. 

Sighing at your usual silence, Niwa pushes himself off of the tree, a small smile on his face. “Dendro yaksha, you shouldn’t worry so much about Kunikuzushi… the village practically treats him as family, we’ll protect him.” 

Taking in a deep breath, you finally look Niwa in the eyes. “Please do so. His safety and happiness is the only thing that matters. Kunikuzushi deserves at least that much.” 

A little taken aback by your words, it takes the man a few seconds to respond, but when he does so, he offers you a genuine smile. “I promise you, I will do everything that I can to protect him. He is in safe hands.” Patting you twice on the shoulder, he starts to make his way over to the village once one of the villagers calls out to him. “Now c’mon, yaksha, there’s this Fontaine merchant that’s been visiting for the past week and he seems to have taken an interest in the village’s metal work. He’s been talking about making this place a more appropriate place for the forging, something about bringing in some new equipment.” 

Raising a brow at that, you silently follow before him, the pit in your stomach growing restless as you sense something shift in the air the closer you get to the village. 

Something’s not right… 

“Along with that, he’s even taken an interest to Kunikuzushi. The man’s been bringing in different devices from Fontaine, said that it’ll surely enhance Kunikuzushi’s abilities.” 

Frowning at his words, you can’t help but be unsettled at the thought of this man though perhaps it’s just because you haven’t met him personally… you’ve always been wary of strangers. 

“Ah, there you are, Niwa and oh? Is that the yaksha that everyone’s been talking about in the village? My my, it’s an honour to finally meet your acquaintance.” The man dressed in foreign attire greets you, a smile on his face as he holds out his hand. 

Immediately, you feel something trigger your senses. This man… feels familiar.

“My name is Escher, it’s nice to meet you.”

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[goldentigerfestival]

so I finally found a subbed version of PS3 Vesperia recently (what the DE was ported from), and that means I am now properly enabled to further make my arguments LOL. basically since the DE text is still in English and there are no subs for what's actually being spoken in the JP audio, it's harder for me to make some points since sometimes people will just listen to audio in JP but not really understand what's going on and have to rely on the English text (which again is localized and not genuinely translated, and in a lot of major cases with Vesperia, it's pretty egregiously bad).

idk how many posts I'll end up making about the bigger changes but I do want to cover some of the things that rubbed me the wrong way with unnecessary and even harmful to Yuri's character changes.

for instance, Yuri has a skit with Estelle that was heavily altered in the dub, originally talking about how he can't find himself being grateful to someone like Raven for showing them how to sneak out of the castle. his reasoning is basically that Raven is shady and he's not sure he should be grateful to someone like that, and is confused as to why Estelle would be so grateful when she doesn't even know him (because in his mind, he knows the guy feels somewhat shady from meeting him and isn't sure he wants to trust a guy with those vibes).

in the dub they just kinda... make him sound like an ungrateful jerk and not so much because he's not sure he wants to trust Raven. the dub skit doesn't make it sound like it's an issue of his with Raven specifically and that he just generally doesn't feel grateful for the aid (and that in general one shouldn't feel grateful for aid like this), which gives off a really wrong impression of him that doesn't hold up throughout the game.

Yuri wasn't wholly ungrateful for the gesture itself, but because of who it came from - and let's face it, getting that info from a guy in jail who had to be taken out by the commandant himself wouldn't look good in the eyes of an average citizen.

the dub really hurt Yuri's character in a lot of ways, but ever since I'd first played the game on the 360 yeaaars ago, that dubbed skit rubbed me the wrong way even before I knew the JP audio and now that I can show others the full JP context (again, can't really do that with the western release because the dialogue is still written in English so some people can hear the audio but if they don't understand it, the message they take away from it is still whatever is written in the localization) I really want to talk about some of the more damaging changes (in particular about Yuri because he got the absolute worst brunt of it). the skit is one example of a lot of weird changes that make no sense and unfortunately one of many that changed the entire meaning behind something Yuri meant/was doing.

there are a lot of weird cases of them just adding in entire sentences for no reason that don't really make sense or fit, but I probably won't cover those or at least in much detail. it's some of the bigger things I want to talk about because I feel like there's a huge disconnect in a lot of cases between western fandom Yuri and actual Yuri, and western fandom Yuri is partially if not mostly a result of the dub just yeeting entire aspects of his character out the window at the speed of light because dear heavens we simply can't have a cool adult man show a range of emotion evidently.

...on that note it's very wild to me how often they remove all traces of people calling Yuri an idiot. Karol had multiple but only got like one in in the dub. yeah.

[tomhardyspinkyfinger]

The Good Girl and the Gangster: 5

Summary: Alfie and Y/N share something special, but is it enough to keep them together?

A/N: Chapter 5! please let me know what you think as usual! your replies give me life :) smutty smut chapter y'all. I also think this one is long, I can't tell it's 230am and I've been writing for so long time isn't real IDK.

anyways, enjoy!

TW: Mentions of suicide

Tags: @woofgocows @buttercup32sstuff @rikki-b-lake @severewobblerlightdragon @siriuslyblackonback

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

"I need you Alfie." I whimpered, tugging on his shirt collar.

"You sure about this dove?" He questioned. I nodded quickly.

"I've never been more sure. I'm nervous but I know this happens between two people who love each other. I love you a way I've never loved anyone before. I want you to take me." I confessed. He kissed me again, his hands moving up my legs to the hem of my black dress. he slowly bunched the material to my waist, stopping to rub my sides with his thumbs. Goosebumps grew on my skin.

He disconnected our lips and lifted my dress over my head, discarding it to the floor. He took his time to examine me, looking from my toes to my eyes, lust clear on his face. My lace slip was the only thing covering me now, my hard nipples completely visible to Alfie's hungry eyes. I began undressing him, my fingers shaking on the first two buttons. His big hands encased mine, his cold rings bringing the goosebumps back to my warm skin.

"Look at me, treacle." Alfie instructed. I looked up from the half undone buttons on his shirt and met his eyes.

"Say the word, right, and we stop. I won't hurt you, dove." Alfie comforted, still cradling my sweaty hands. I shook my head.

"No no, I want to. I promise I'm just nervous." I assured, removing my hands from his and going back to the buttons, pushing his shirt off his shoulders after pulling myself together with a few deep breaths. He watched me quietly, letting me push his pants down and off, leaving us both in our underwear. He used one arm around my waist to hoist me up, my legs wrapping around his midsection. He laid me on the bed gently, kissing my collarbone, tickling the skin with his coarse beard.

His hands slowly pawed at my breasts, rubbing them gently and tweaking my nipples with a bit of a pinch, causing me to moan. He pulled the straps of my slip down and off, exposing my chest to him. He latched his mouth onto my nipple, nibbling it gently and using his hand for the other, switching back and forth as I moaned.

He eventually moved further down, taking my slip all the way off as he went, leaving me naked. He kissed my inner thighs before placing a teasing kiss to my wet clit. I huffed and lifted my legs, putting them over his shoulders to encourage him to continue. He smirked up at me and licked one long stripe through my folds.

"Alfie, please." I whimpered. He swiftly slapped my clit, not hard enough for it to hurt, but hard enough for me to gasp.

"So fuckin' needy. Be patient." He spoke, licking another long stripe. I let out a whine and dug my heels into his back. A few more teasing licks and I was about to start yelling at him to do something, but he began licking like a mad man. My hands fisted his hair as he licked my clit and inserted two thick fingers inside of me.

He kept this up for a few minutes, teasing and getting me ready. He slowly added a third finger, the pressure making my eyebrows scrunch in discomfort. He stilled his fingers, licking my clit and giving me time to adjust. He slowly moved the fingers in and out of me, curling up and hitting my spot just right. I began to feel that familiar knot and begged him to go faster.

"More.. Alf, so close." I whimpered in between pants. He pulled his fingers out and gave my clit one last kiss before licking and biting his way to my neck, sucking the skin there. I huffed.

"Why did you stop?" I questioned, brows furrowed in frustration. He pulled away from my neck and kissed me deeply, his hand snaking its way to my neck, squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure. He pulled away but kept his hand in place.

"What I tell you about bein' needy, hm?" He questioning teasingly, using his other hands to tug one of my nipples. I moaned and withered under the weight of his body. He released my neck and pulled himself free from his boxers, beginning to slowly move his fist up and down his growing shaft.

"..Can I..?" I questioned, unsure of myself. He grabbed my wrist and guided me to him. I gripped his length gently in my fist and began moving up and down. he closed his eyes and let out a quiet grunt, leaning down to kiss me as I continued to please him. His moans began to get louder and more frequent, so he pulled my hand away and spread my legs, fitting himself between them better.

"Y'alright treacle?" He let out in a heavy breath. I nodded and motioned for him to continue. He pushed two fingers inside me one more time, spreading me out a bit more. He removed them and began slowly pushing his length inside of me. I closed my eyes and held my breath.

"S'alright, breathe." Alfie instructed, his hand coming up to rub the side of my face while his other hand held my waist steady. He filled me completely and remained still, giving me time to adjust.

"Move, please." I whispered. He gently used both hands behind my knees to secure my legs around his waist, lifting me up a bit to meet his hips before he started thrusting in and out slowly. He let out a deep moan and watched him through hooded lids, his broad chest and face contorted in pleasure being something I wanted ingrained in my brain forever. My hands gripped the sheets as he sped up a bit, the discomfort fully subsiding into pleasure.

"Su fuckin' tight, can't ever get enough of you." Alfie grunted, moving his hands up my sides to my breasts, grabbing them firmly. One hand moved from my breast to my clit, his thumb rubbing in rhythmic circles. The knot began to form again and our moans were the only noises filling the room.

"C'mon, dove." Alfie instructed. I felt my walls clenching and he moaned. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to my chest, his face immediately going into the crook of my neck as he continued meeting my hips with his.

"Alfie." I moaned out as I came, my mind and body turning into complete mush. After a few more thrusts, Alfie came with a grunt, his hips slowing down as his warm seed filled me. I let my droopy eyes close.

I awoke a while later as my body was submerged into steaming water. I opened my eyes and identified Alfie's bathroom, the tub we both sat in being the source of the water. I was against Alfie's chest as he cleaned us both with a soap covered loofah.

"How do you feel?" He questioned, rubbing the soap up and down my arms, the water sloshing around. I let out a content sigh.

"Can we do it again?" I muttered. His chest vibrated against my back with quiet laughter.

"Give it some time, dove. That body of yours needs rest." Alfie spoke, now onto washing my shoulders. I nodded lazily and closed my eyes, relishing in the feeling of Alfie's skin on mine. I couldn't get enough. We sat in silence again before Alfie spoke.

"Why do you let your parents do that?"

"Do what?" I questioned, keeping my eyes closed in bliss.

"Makin' all your decisions like 'at." He expanded. I let out a small sigh.

"I'm not supposed to talk about it, but I had three brothers. Two older one younger. They all went off to fight the war. My eldest brother was the only one to come home. He ended up taking his life." I explained, taking a deep breath.

"M'sorry love."

"It's alright, I'm not as sad about it as I used to be. They died for this country and my eldest brother wasn't the same when he came home, just a shell of a man. I lost all three of them when they left to fight. I've made my peace with it. My parents haven't. They practically erased them from our family. Neither of them bring them up and we never speak about them. I let them dictate my life because I don't want them to lose their last child, so I try to do things the way they want it done." I explained, now holding Alfie's big hand in mine, playing with his large fingers absentmindedly.

"Mm. War changes you. It fucks your mind. Your brothers were right fuckin' honorable men." Alfie spoke.

"As are you, my love."

We finished our bath, Alfie insisting on carrying me to the bed, drying me off and tucking me in. I just smiled and allowed him to care for me before he climbed in bed, pulling me into him. We began kissing slowly before the door was swung open, loud panting noises filling the room before a giant beast of a dog jumped up on the bed with us. I flinched a bit, not expecting him, but smiled widely as Alfie grumbled.

"Christ mate, I told you one night. One night in your room." Alfie spoke, glaring at the dog but scratching behind his ear nonetheless. The dog plopped between our intertwined legs, rolling over to get comfortable.

"He has his own room?" I questioned with a teasing tone.

"Yeah, ain't use it anyhow. Slobbers on me all night instead. Name's Cyril by the way." Alfie spoke, closing his eyes and going back to holding me as close as Cyril's large body would allow. I smiled and closed my eyes as well after turning off the nightstand lamp.

The next morning we ate, got ready and were about to head out into the town to go to the shops with Cyril before the phone in the den began ringing. Alfie huffed and answered.

"Fuckin' what?" Alfie spoke. I shook my head and laughed quietly, sitting on the couch and patting Cyril's head gently.

"That meetin' ain't till tomorrow. You fucking twat. Fine." Alfie grumbled, hanging up the phone.

"Alright dove, M'gonna go down to the bakery for an hour or two. I'll come back and we can go out." Alfie explained. I nodded and stood from the couch.

"Can't I just come? I won't interfere. Your assistant could show me around while you have your meeting." I propositioned. I could see he wasn't on board, definetely worried about me being around his line of work. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Please, Alf?" I questioned with a pout.

"Christ woman, let's go." He huffed. I smiled and followed him to the car. He helped me in like always and allowed Cyril to climb in the back. We arrived at the bakery and I followed him in while leading Cyril. The men working avoided eye contact with me but nodded to Alfie.

"Is my shirt on backwards or something?" I muttered so only he could hear. I looked down at my skirt and blouse I had on before the party last night, and Alfie let out a gruff chuckle.

"Nah, sign of respect. You're with me an' they know better than to disrespect me an' know if they even try it with a proper Jewish woman they get a skull full of fuckin' lead." He explained. I rolled my eyes at his drama but chuckled as well. He led me and Cyril to his office door, Cyril curling up in his bed right next to the door. I took his lead off and smiled at him.

"Mr. Changretta is inside already Mr. Solomons." A man spoke. I turned and saw a young man standing nervously behind what I assumed was his desk.

"You fucking daft cunt. Clients wait out here. Out here Ollie. Fuckin' unbelievable." Alfie snapped. Ollie nodded nervously.

"Ollie, this here is Y/N. You show her around. Keep the fuckin' brutes away from 'er." Alfie demanded. Ollie nodded again. Alfie gripped my chin in his hand and placed a quick kiss to my lips. I smiled as his thumb stroked my chin before he pulled away.

"Be done soon dove, I'll find you." I nodded at his words and bid him goodbye before following Ollie.

We wandered through the bakery, Ollie showing me the machines and explaining what they do. I introduced myself to as many men as I could, they could use some positivity and kind human interaction with a boss like Alfie constantly yelling about. They brushed me off but made sure to remain polite, which I knew was due to Alfie. We both arrived back outside of Alfie's office. Ollie offered me a seat but I declined, opting to pet Cyril as he slept.

I knelt on the floor to pet Cyril and heard voices in Alfie's office. I could hear Alfie and another man speaking.

"You'll get your money when Shelby is gone. Do what we ask."

"Heard you, mate. Fuck off then." Alfie dismissed the man.

"We hope this deal works out for you. We saw you come in with that beautiful young woman, the Rabbi's daughter right? From a few counties away?" The man spoke. My ears perked up when I realized he meant me, but the conversation seemed casual.

"The fuck did you say?" Alfie questioned. Always so grumpy.

"Get it done, Solomons." I stood from my kneeling position right as the door opened. Three men exited, the one in the front being a tall man with a hat and a toothpick hanging from his lips. He nodded to me with an unsettling smile. I smiled back and they walked off. Alfie exited shortly after, instructing Ollie to watch Cyril. I followed Alfie silently to the car.

"So, there's a nice flower shop I saw-"

"Change of plans. Droppin' you home. 'Ad more work than I thought." Alfie spoke, beginning to drive. I muttered a small 'oh' but didn't push it any further. I assumed the meeting didn't go in his favor and he wasn't feeling up to the shops, which I understood. The long drive was quiet and a bit tense, but I assumed it was because of work. We arrived to the house, Alfie following me in.

"Mr. Solomons! What a lovely surprise." My mother exclaimed, shaking his hand.

"Mabel's aunt was having car troubles this morning after temple. Mr. Solomons was leaving the service and drove them home before offering me a ride here." I lied swiftly.

"That is so kind Mr. Solomons! Please, come have a cuppa. Jacob and his parents are in as well." My mother insisted. I tried not to groan out loud as she led us into the den. After greeting one another, I was sat on the couch next to Jacob while Alfie sat in an armchair across the room. My father and mother were in conversation with Jacobs parents before he tapped his mug with a spoon.

"Everyone, now that Y/N is here, I want to give her something long overdue." Jacob announced. I wanted to puke. He stood from the couch and got down on one knee, presenting a nice but flashy engagement ring. Our mothers squealed obnoxiously while our fathers clapped, Alfie remaining stoic.

"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, angel." Jacob spoke, grabbing my hand from my lap and putting the ring on my finger. I couldn't speak, so I opted for a smile. Jacob planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek, sitting beside me and wrapping an arm around my waist. When the excitement died down, Alfie stood to leave.

"Thanks for the tea, real nice. Need to head back to work now." Alfie spoke, placing the tea down and shaking my fathers hand who was now standing as well. He clasped a hand on Alfie's shoulder.

"Thank you for ensuring her safe arrival, Mr. Solomons. We hope to see you at the wedding." My father spoke. Alfie glanced at me for just a second before looking back at my father.

"Weddin' will be beautiful. She'll be happy with Jacob."

[iammissingautumn]

stan isn't very masc at all, infact he had a gender crisis in one of the episodes, he could be a demiboy or enby, I relate to him a lot, he's also pretty emotional and compassionate, he's not masc or fem imo, he's in between

TRUEEEEEEEEEEE. anon ur so based. listen here. i’ll say it only cause you said this. We see the boys playing basket ball for Multiple seasons which Kyle is canonically the best at. But Stan’s the Jock? The emo boy who’s been in like three bands, throws up when he’s nervous, and loves board games so so much. I’m not saying u can’t do those things while ur a jock but Stan can’t. He’s literally nonbinary and THATS NOT MY FAULT.

I think he does have this need to kinda compensate for how he feels disconnected to the amab experience. The pressures his father has put on him and the pressures he feels from other people. I think that also mostly translates to him propping up his gender identity (male atm) with his sexuality (boy thinks he’s straight smh) and i (hc) think he kinda uses Wendy’s gender as a Girl to feel like he’s the Guy. I think as he grew up he’d lean into that stuff a bit more. Like in show I don’t think it’s that much of a thing, he just malewife’s when appropriate (older seasons in mind) but i do think when ur raised in cis environments there’s this pressure to prop up your gender in certain ways. Whether that’s from family, friends, society, or yourself.

I think Stan is insanely scared of being nonbinary. I think it takes him longer to come out as nonbinary then it does for him to come out as gay. I mean i usually hc Kyle is like. wtf are your feelings for me. No matter if it’s a Style au or not. He very much feels like he fits the. rejecting his sexuality and because of that it hurts others as he bottles himself up.

idk if u think masc/jock stan is valid come into my inbox and drop ur take. I’m open for my mind to be changed but i’ve got strong feelings

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

*PATIENTLY WAITS FOR THE INDIAN LOSTBELT KING REWRITE FOR YOU*

Concepts I’ve thought about

-theme of lostbelt focusing on ‘guilt and memory’ but like this time more obvious

-something something instead of it being ‘just’ the lokapala arjuna alter is unconsciously trying to recreate his own siblings/family with them, though this means instead of kubera/nezha the ashwins would be used possible w a twin servant, or they’d be moved over to asclepius and someone else would get yama

-lb appears to be stuck in the time right b4 the kurukhestra war, cycling over and over in an effort to ‘prevent’ it despite it already in f having

-ashwatthama actively chooses to join arjuna alters side? Instead of the torture thing, as an exploration/continuation of the theme of ‘guilt,’ deciding to side with the people he hurt even if they’re now in the wrong as well out of a desperate attempt to try and right something that could never be fixed out of a nostalgia for a relationship long lost

-parallels between lakshmi bai giving up her life for her country and the youth of hastinapur giving up theirs for theirs? Idk I just feel like some line could’ve been done. Especially bc she also left a young child behind

-karna being forced to confront what ‘good intentions poor execution’ truly means as he witnesses people he knew and respected become warped beyond recognition, being forced to acknowledge his own role in enabling the conflict, once again having to come to terms with his tendency to enable and prioritize his pride and own desires over his common sense

-by which i mean I’ve considered subbing out karna alter over douman just bc it would be funny to have the more og text canon warhawk karna see some fucked up arjuna and be like ‘hey you should keep doing that :)’ while his lancer version is in the bg like ‘bruh’

- focus on the repetitive nature of the cycles, how and why they were reset, what that meant for arjuna alter’s psyche. Really hammer in the increasing isolation and disconnect, and the growing agitation as the inherent nature of humans prevented a world with no conflict no matter what he did or how hard he tried. Talk about what happened to his family and the other gods, and the thousands of years ago. Do a this chair monologue idk something

-parallels between arjuna alter and Asha as people who’s families were torn apart, who struggle to conceptualize their grief as they can’t even remember it. Let them talk at some point.

-look if rama comes into the lostbelt asking about his wife you can at least superimpose her sprite in the sky at the end after arjuna alter dies and have her be like ‘cool I’m not mixed w 400 other gods now. Sorry I can’t hang love you bby xoxo’ like cmon

- I want to see arjuna alter get MAD. Make him cry and scream about how unfair it all is it’s bullshit that it was karna. I want him to rail again the unfairness of having to kill your kin, of how no matter how much you destroy it will never create peace, of how the world he was in was destined to head to a bloody war, just SOMETHING

-let us run koyanskya over w the shadowborder. For fun

-if we have to endure kiara’s 400 hour buddhism monologue then can’t rama explain some like, basic aspects of Hindu theology to us. Why hasn’t that happened yet. Huh?

- you know how the boss fights from Greece-> onwards have their name in that countries’s script? Yeah something in like Sanskrit for here pls

-let us have an actual dialogue w arjuna alter

-let us actually see douman and arjuna alter interact.

-idk fuckin uhhh if Krishna was the guy who allegedly junao was able to absorb everyone through can we like. See what his deal is? In a flashback? Please?

-mention gilgamesh flies his vimana wrong for me. personally

-have a third party who knew arjuna who isn’t karna/ashwa/biased there to talk about what he was like. Idk Bhisma drona someone just let us see more facets of him so we can understand how he got to this state

-hammer in the memory issues. Hammer in the fact arjuna alter’s body is breaking down around him, held together only by force of will. Hammer in the fact he is willing to die to try and save everyone. Really get that beaten in there.

-for me personally given that hindusim features reincarnation heavily it would be nice to at least acknowledge most of the people deleted are probably reentering the samsara (only enlightened people exit the cycle which a flawed being can’t be). He hasn’t necessarily abandoned these people even if he’s treating them wrong.

[alexdelray1]

Miguel O'hara x F Reader.

-It wasn't a question.- and with that sentence chaos began.

All Spider people, things, animals and everything started chasing poor innocent Miles Morales. But first, something about me.

I'm Reader Khalifa and I'm Spider-Woman on Earth 5002. In my universe, I'm a celebrity. And some people will think how do I have time to be Spider-Woman and a celebrity at the same time? In my land, heroes do not hide their faces. This shows their dominance and that they are not afraid to show the face of a hero. In other lands it is different. Well, because they are handicapped (no offense to any readers). Just think how much I was paid to save all of New York. Billions. I'm not sure exactly, but it just shows how stupid the other Spider people are. It's not that I'm doing it for the money, but they are pushing these billions into my hands. The heroine cannot be poor, but let's go back.

I quickly moved to one of the pillars to get a better view of the whole situation, which was difficult because Miles kept having to run this way or that. I feel sorry for the boy. It reminds me of Shrek when Shrek had to fight some knights to shout at Lord Fart. They don't hold back. They seriously do what Miguel tells them to do. Although if I weren't so awesome, I'd suck his dick too. Well, unfortunately awesomeness is not a venereal disease, so he won't have it.

Damn, I lost Miles because of my awesome monologue. I swung towards the noise and as you can see the fight started to move outside and I noticed that Spinneret was about to attack Miles. And I liked her so much. Sorry Mary Jane.

I quickly appeared in the middle of the action and kicked her not as hard as I could. Because my awesomeness could kill her. Of course, I'm almost as powerful as Cosmic Spider-Man. I'm second in the rankings between Cosmic Spider-Man and Peni Parker. I found out about it on the earth 1218.

Spinneret has fallen and won't get up for some time. Miles looked at me. I gave him my alpha dominant rizz smile and he returned it with a virginal smile. It may be possible to rizzle some girl with that smile one day. When I say girl, I mean Gwen Stacy.

To be honest, his plan was more than predictable. I quickly disconnected from him and flew to the room where the sending home machine was. I noticed Margo there wondering what she would look like with what hairstyle.

-Oh, how are you, Margo? - I asked her.

-All right. I just can't choose what hairstyle would suit me. - she replied, staring at the screen. I went to the machine and started tinkering.

-Maybe try braids.- I suggested to her and noticed that the equipment had already started turning on by itself. Miles... I walked up to her and tried to engage her in conversation.

-Not very. And they hurt terribly. Maybe i'll straighten them? - she said.

-Girl, you have amazing hair and you want to straighten it? It's the same as just shaving it off. Try something else-- I couldn't finish.

-Wait. Why does the machine turn on by itself? - she asked and approached the machine.

-Idk.- I replied.

-Someone's turning it on.- Lyla said and she and Margo started trying to turn the machine off, but it didn't work.

Miles entered the machine and soon became visible. Margo looked at him and he looked at her and then at me. It's nice to be the third wheel on a bike.

Our drama Queen stormed into the room (Miguel O'hara). He was about to break through and get to the aura that was around Miles.

Fuck that. I've probably done everything in my life except riding Perdo Pascal.

I threw myself in front of the barrier and caused Miguel to hit my stomach with his claws and stop, which allowed the machine to transport Miles to his dimension.

-Oh no.- the only thing I heard from Miguel for now was when I fell to the floor and there was no trace of the boy. I looked past Miguel. Everyone else is here too and I think they're a little confused about what's going on. Miguel knelt down next to me and took my hair out of my face.

-Why?- he asked me, shocked.

-You know my reason. With great fucking power comes great fucking responsibility. He fucking took it. You will chase him, but you know well that no matter how many chains you put on him, he will free himself from all of them. Because he's fucking amazing like me. - I said and closed my eyes from tiredness.

-Olivia Octavius! Take her and go heal her now!-

[jyndor]

I know some have a hard time with the word hate (lmao including my phone which autocorrected it??? bro let me live my life) but I truly, unequivocally hate some things. this is personal and it is also political but it's mainly just me trying to put my feelings of non-community, isolation and disconnect into words. probably not well but I put it under a read more so frankly if you're not comfortable with me saying things in inarticulate ways about my own history, idk what to tell you lol

tw for imperialism, genocide, depression, and the existential agonies idk lmao

like britain. not the land, not the individual people lol but the power and empire and the idea, in the same way I hate the united states. idk if there is a more accurate word for the feeling I have that is based in deep, deep hurt. like bone deep. hurt for damage they've done to so many peoples, but also like... over the past year I've begun to identify this emptiness inside of me - I was always looking for community and connection and identity as a kid so far removed from my extended family. I've always joked about how much I resent my parents for moving away from new york because they took me to a place devoid of culture but like I mean my parents got to enjoy the richness of so many cultures growing up, and they also had community (I am not including my mom's mom because she is a person I do in fact hate).

like... so when friends of mine growing up would have their confirmations, for instance, I'd feel sort of left out because I had nothing. my parents ran from catholicism rightfully so imo lmao, and my mom was so good about trying to find me a church to go to when I asked even though I didn't believe in God, certainly not in the Christian belief in God. we ended up in a unitarian universalist church thankfully but I mean I didn't really value it because ~angsty teen shit.

when I say I hate my grandma I mean I am so deeply hurt by her actions towards my mom and also me, and it feels like the same feeling that I get when I think of Imperial powers and how they've harmed both my own family and also so many other people who've had way worse outcomes than just isolation and loneliness and lack of community or identity, or the feeling I have towards capitalism which ofc is intrinsically linked with colonialism and imperialism.

this is something I am coming to understand about myself in my thirties. that i have always been a very, very lonely person. I think that's why the found family trope always works so well for me. because I'm beginning to find mine, and they aren't the people who I desperately wanted to find commonality with as a child.

it's funny because I've always viewed my politics as fairly separate from my internal life - like I couldn't see any connection between why I was always fighting with bullies and bigots in school, why I always immediately understood power dynamics and supported marginalized groups even if they had nothing to do with me and even if I didn't like know the details - ofc my first time hearing about palestine I was like... ?? how are they wrong for wanting liberation? even if I didn't know the history like I do now or like I will in the future when I've learned even more of it.

I remember this english kid (my first love lmao barf) doing a presentation on the troubles in 10th grade and asking like... lmao idk anything about this but how can you say that the british were the good guys here???? then I learned later the personal connections I have to irish history and it was like... I never even knew. I had no stories, no family history, no connection to a culture that my family came from. so there's this guy telling me, a descendant of the people he's blaming for the troubles, history that I should have known.

it's funny how every time I tell one of my friends irl that I do not respect my elders, I have to explain why - they eschewed their own story in order to have the security and safety of whiteness in the US. they continue to protect that whiteness with their money and votes, and have shown an absolute lack of respect to their descendants when we've asked them to hear us out.

I don't hate them though. I know there's a difference in the way I feel towards them and the way I feel towards the things, the british empire, the united states, that made them react the way they did. idk if that makes sense.

at least they aren't cops lmao I would legitimately hate them if they were.

[ask-artsy-oncie]

Idk why it was the first thing I thought upon waking up, but it really, truly is sad to me that the Scott Pilgrim movie seems so much more popular and talked about than the comics. And it's specifically sad because of why that is.

I mean I know one of the reasons why is because people do tend to just watch media rather than read it, even if the reading is comic books, because one is a bigger time investment than the other, and harder to multitask during, etc. But the sad reason is that Scott Pilgrim the movie only really exists as a showy, shallow, condensed retelling of a story that retains some of its humor and very little else. The major themes are either gone or rushed so quickly that they're kind of hard to process and easy to ignore. It's one of those adaptations that (in this case, it's likely for time restraints) reduces a piece of media to a bullet list of events rather than something with a story to tell - and because of that people can glean whatever they want from it.

One of the most unavoidable themes of the Scott Pilgrim comic books is that both Scott and Ramona are terrible people!! They've hurt others, sometimes irreparably - Scott is literally introduced to us having done so!! They both run away from their problems - namely their mental health issues - rather than confront them. And because of that, they relate to one another in a pretty self-deprecating way, and being together is what allows them to want to be better. They slowly begin to actually tackle their own problems, rather than asking the other to do so for them. And in the end they essentially face oblivion together.

Really, all the movie has done (and I know it's said time and time again) has allowed people like Scott and Ramona, pre-character development, to feel validated in the way they act and react to the world around them. But I feel like when people say that, they're implying that it's because these people purposefully ignore the character development, or the meta-commentary the story is trying to give its audience, and I don't think that's the case. I think the movie itself just lacks both of these things and doesn't challenge people like this, the way that the comics do.

I just never liked this movie, even as an awkward teen who loved the comics but didn't have the life experience yet to fully relate to them - and more importantly, who tended to just enjoy and hyperfixate on whatever movie I most recently saw in theaters! Like this movie could have easily hit it out of the ballpark for me, but even back then I was able to recognize it as a shallow adaptation with style and little substance. So that should really illustrate how egregious the disconnect between the two versions is. And I'm just sad. Sad that making such a shitty adaptation was so rewarded.

[red-dyed-sarumane]

what if i went off about some of my favorite songs ever

kyuuyaku hankagai - hiiragi magnetite: everyone knows i love this. i just love everything about it. we really get both sides of the picture story wise with it- both the fact the world is literally, physically getting destroyed, and all of the mental torment the characters are dealing with. it still has that magu series weird wording but it gets everything across that it needs to. the instrumental is just as heavy as the scenario with added dramatics in parts that really make it for me. all the long notes to simulate screaming. the seamless addition of both the nami no ne no & rute furute woa motifs (& a possible 3rd? theres still parts in here i cant figure out yet) makes me so emotional. if u have no idea about the series its still a solid song. 10000/10 i cannot fully express my love for this song in words i just need it on repeat full volume for weeks on end.

ai wo - null: impossible for me to explain why i love this so much without oversharing. i keep telling myself not to rank this song so high but ive never felt so seen before. null's lyrics are both poetic & still hit every raw emotion where it hurts. the whole being left alone ur whole life & wishing it wasnt that way, that everything wasnt so empty, that someone could love u the way u need & never got. i want everyone to hear this song and i also want to gatekeep it. it became so important to me in such a short time & itll be hard to ever rival it

arikitari heroes - 150suzu: im not immune to nostalgia. shuuenpro is executed entirely different to aru sekai series & i have to judge from entirely different criteria & that said i really always loved how this one sort of summarized the series in a way that highlighted all the strife in it & made it subjective rather than an objective summary. the chorus is so high its like theyre crying out which fits entirely. i still have the video embedded in my mind & its been a hot minute since ive watched it. my teenage self thought it was so deep & even with a different perspective now i cant entirely discount those feelings. anyway i still really love it i could still listen to it for weeks on end if i wasnt busy keeping up with other things. i do not say it lightly when i say this is the song i have listened to the most in my entire life i used to spend Months straight listening to it. beloved.

tachiiri kinshi - mafumafu: i was sooooooo normal about this in high school (lying). its still high on my list of breakdown songs. like damn its been 8 years and it still holds up the same. between this & ai wo that just gives away 90% of my problems. imagine solving isolation by letting people in cant be me. anyway i was obsessed with drawing the girl from the video for a while idk how many doodles i still have left but she was Everywhere on my school work. normal person behavior.

jishou mushoku - nekobolo: song that has pulled the most weight in keeping me alive. where would i be without it. sometimes the mood is so bad this is still the only thing i can listen to some days.

rokuchounen to ichiya monogatari - kemu: the real reason i fell down the voca rabbit hole. still adore the song & find it hugely nostalgic, but there was a reason i connected with it when i was younger & being able to recognize how fucked up that was makes it also a painful reminder id rather bury. song fucks tho love how every rhythm game its in will destroy u trying to play it.

konmei no aji - savasti: regardless of the real meaning of the song this will always be a dissociation song to me not in the sense it makes me dissociate but rather in the spaceyness & disconnect it reminds me of the feeling but in a safer way to deal with it. personally i prefer rire's cover

taishou x - yurry canon: u will appreciate this song now right now its so under appreciated for a yurry canon song. god the fucking "i'm still living the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. as it is i will never be you. theres no reason in living, but just the same theres no point in dying is there?" [punching a wall] i like it a normal amount

kaiko no kanmuri - dopam!ne: god this song fucks so hard and yet its still edgy. i dont even really know how to explain what i feel with this one beyond i love it. its a kind of waiting for the right time to strike for revenge kinda song? idk its my absolute fave dopam!ne song i love a lot of his songs but this one just really does it for me

haru no sekibaku - inaba kumori: kutabireta atashi ga dame dattan da ne. yeah. the overall mood of this song hits just right all too often. sorry lag train this is the defining inabakumori song to me.

hyperlexia - yamaji: the space in this one also gives me a sense of vague dissociation. i just really love the whole reading between the lines not going to fall for lies anymore mood its got going on. a misguided sense of personal revolution that probably wont end in anything meaningful but i particularly like the song.