#maybe i just... have a different idea of what endings should be like... not a fan of sukuna turning into a worm

[ttturnitup]

contentment | choi seunghyun x reader

summary: it’s quiet and peaceful, and you share a sweet moment with your partner

word count: just under 1k

warnings/tags: established relationship; suggestive themes towards the end - minors dni.

author’s note: this was just a short and sweet little idea that i had coming home the other day. it’s not much amd maybe a little... esoteric isnt the right word but i cant think of a better fit right now, but i enjoyed writing it! i do have some other fics planned and half written, so keep an eye out, but i hope you like this one <3

The rain had picked up on your way home, heavy and constant. It set you on edge, but you were careful, trusting yourself to get through it. You hummed under your breath, a few bars of the song your partner had been working on, as a way to keep yourself calm. It did the trick, and before you knew it, you were pulling into the driveway.

You turned off the engine. Usually, in bad weather, you rushed to get inside, wanting the warmth of home - and the person waiting inside. But as the rain fell harder, you paused. The sound of it hitting your car was relaxing, the street lights nothing more than a soft glow on the edges of the windscreen. You unbuckled, but didn't move further than that. Your thoughts drifted away; you were content to let the peace wash over you.

The car door opening shouldn't have scared you, but the sudden noise made you jump anyway. It brought you back to earth, and you looked over to see Seunghyun getting in the car. His shirt was drenched, his hair stuck to his forehead. Your heart may have still been racing from the scare, but you couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him. He pouted at you, making you laugh harder.

"Sorry, sorry," you say, after catching your breath. "It's just.. why? you're all wet for nothing."

You didn't think it was possible, but Seunghyun's pout deepened.

"You pulled up fifteen minutes ago and you're still in the car. I was getting worried."

"And you didn't think to text? Or call?"

A pause, and then, "no."

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop from laughing again. Seunghyun was ridiculous, but he also came out into the rain when he didn't have to, just to check on you. It made you feel warm inside, your heart beating fast for an entirely different reason now. You reached over, kissing him gently. You felt his lips move against yours, but there was no heat, no urgency. Only love, soft and welcoming. It was perfect.

You could see the question in his eyes as you pulled away. You smiled, gesturing vaguely to the roof of your car. the rain seemed to get louder, as if it was trying to help you make your point. Curiosity gave way to understanding. Seunghyun smiled back at you. He didn't say anything, but he didn't need to. He understood how you had lost track of time; you both saw the beauty in what others often couldn't. He felt the same pull, casting his gaze out of the window, a peaceful expression on his face. You took the opportunity to look at Seunghyun. You could never grow tired of looking at him; he was your favourite work of art.

You were careful not to let time slip away again. Leaving the peaceful bubble that had been created was the last thing you wanted to do, but the rain hadn't let up and the chill had started to creep in. If you felt it, then you knew Seunghyun could, too.

"We should head in. You're going to get sick."

"What if I don't want to?"

He looked over at you, a small smirk on his face. He was being stubborn on purpose, his way of being playful. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile, too. Leaning over, you pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, light and teasing, but he reacted quicker than you thought he would. Turning his head just in time, Seunghyun kissed back. It wasn't the gentle affection from before; this kiss was heated, veering into desperate. His tongue slipped inside your mouth, and you moaned against his lips. Your hand came up to cup his cheek; his hand moved to rest on your hip, holding you tightly, posessively. The sound of your own heartbeat and muffled moans temporarily drowned out the sound of the rain. It only returned when you pulled away, both out of a need for air and the need to twist out of the awkward position you ended up in. You let out a laugh, forehead bumping against Seunghyun's.

"That's certainly a convincing argument."

Seunghyun laughed too, his cheeks still flushed from the kiss.

"I thought so."

"We should still go inside."

He opened his mouth to argue back, eyes bright with the intention of pushing your buttons. Any other time, you might have indulged him. You really were worried about him getting sick, though, and so you knew you had to play dirty to win. You moved your hand down from his cheek, trailing it slowly down to rest on his chest.

"I mean, the choice is yours. I'm going to go inside, run myself a nice bath. A really nice bath; bubbles, candles," you moved your hand down lower, stopping just above his crotch, barely touching him, “and I might even pull out that special item we bought the other day. But if you want to stay here in the car..."

Your voice trailed off. As you pulled away completely, you saw that the flush had gotten worse, Seunghyun’s eyes dark with want. You knew you had him. You got out of the car, not bothering to wait for him. He didn’t take long to follow; you had barely taken two steps before you heard the car door opening and the scramble of feet, trying to catch up with you. Seunghyun took a hold of your hand, pulling you to the front door, rushing to get out of the rain.

“Can’t have you getting sick either, baby,” he said, smirking once more. He opened the door, bowing deeply with an arm outstretched like a butler. You rolled your eyes again at his theatrics.

“Unlikely. You’re the one who’s gotten wet twice tonight.”

“Give me a couple of minutes, and I’ll make sure you’re caught up.”

Your laughter echoed down the hall, and the rain - and the world outside your front door - all but disappeared as you dragged Seunghyun to the bathroom, intent on making him keep his word.

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[last-words-ofashootingstar]

hihiii sooo 'should i?' is my favourite of your au's can i please request for hongjoong with 219, 203, 207, and please please 214!!!! maybe filming a cnc video.... god i'm drooling just thinking about it

➯a/n: i'm gonna faint 🫠 hongjoong is my bias and "Should I?" hongjoong is like hdvsjejabdeo anywho- ENJOY, I WENT OVERBOARD ! WHOS SURPRISED ? NO ONE LMAOOO

Cash, Grass, or Ass? (Nobody Rides For Free)

Should I?: Part Four

❥Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

❥K.H. x J.Y. x S.M. x fem reader

207 + 214: bondage/restraint + cnc

✈︎queued for: tues 3rd

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, amateur p0rn⭐️ au

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not proof read ( sorry, i'm impatient ), 219 dacryphilia, filming, roleplaying as strangers, reader wears "girly-girl" clothes, 207 bondage/restraint: with rope, mean rough nasty dom joong, 203 praise + degradation double whhhhammy !!, finger sucking, safe word in place but not used, getting into subspace, dumbification, a few hair pulls, stocking / sock kink, squirting, choking ( with hands + cock ), knife play ( omg i never wrote for this before but 🫣 ), road head + rough blow job: face fucking / head pushing / gagging / messy, spit, cock warming via mouth (?), a few slaps, messy cunnilingus, 'forced' orgasms, creampie, aftercare, 214 cnc: reader cries, struggles, begs, 'stop' & joong forces, mocks, threatens but everything is previously agreed upon !! this is depicting roleplay ! name calling including: stupid, girl, slut, brat / sicko, pervert. pet names including: little siren ( still have not moved on tbh ), princess, sweetheart / sir, captain

➯cnc disclaimer: CONSENT IS SEXY. all parties are and always will be consenting in my stories. cnc is a way to explore power dynamics and it's attractive to many people, it does not "promote s/a", the first c is CONSENSUAL. you should only ever do it with someone who you trust. be safe and stay freaky !!

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➯a/n2: little treat for an idea i have for another chapter at the end kkkkk

18+.MINORS GET LOST.

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"Need a ride?"

Hongjoong's voice makes your heart flutter.

Six and a half months after you first met in person; you find yourself in the middle of nowhere on a seemingly never ending desolate road in the countryside, his car pulling up next to you.

It's far from the first time you've ever been alone with him. But something feels different. Knowing what's in store is making you flustered — more so than usual.

Hongjoong was so excited that he fell out of his seat when you said you wanted to role-play a non-con scene with him; crawling on his knees to you and putting his hands in a prayer stance as he eagerly accepted.

You, Mingi, and Yunho had made a few videos like that before you even met. And all of them are still, to this very day, in his liked videos. His favorite has to be the one where Yunho was 'teaching' Mingi how to fuck — using you, all tied up and crying, as a demonstration doll. He fantasized about tying you up himself, probably one too many times to be sane, as he recorded his own videos.

In your liked videos, along with the one where he fucks a fleshlight so hard that he breaks it, is one of him talking about how he wants to tie up a pretty girl and make her choke on his cock. Not knowing that he was talking about you until he admitted it a few months ago. He wanted to do the same to Mingi, to 'see his little puppy dog eyes while he tries to get away'.

But — you were first. You knew, generally, what to expect. All of you are very open about what is and isn't on the table, and you all respect each other's boundaries. What you didn't know, is just how much it would make your heart thud while pretending that Hongjoong is a stranger.

In your mini-skirt, you saunter over to his car. Folding your arms on the lowered window, you lean down; giving him a good look down your loose tank top. Showing off your lacy bra.

He's already hard. The idea of what's about to happen had him hard the second he woke up — knowing that today's the day. Yunho had given him a blowjob to take some of the edge off, but it's already back. And the cute little outfit he had yet to see was making his hands twitch. Wanting to grab at you and get the show on the road.

"Yeah, my boyfriend dumped me on the side of the road." Which, technically, isn't a lie. Mingi had drove you out and gave you a kiss and a smirk, telling you to 'have fun'.

"Sounds like he's an idiot." He reaches over and pops the door open for you, "leaving such a pretty girl."

When you open up the door, his member twitches in his pants. He had seen it from afar, but up close was always something different. Your long socks. White and lacy, just like your bra.

The camera on the dash catches his smirk as he eyes you while you settle yourself in the passenger seat.

Oh. You think as you look over at him, he's going to fuck me up so good.

"So," he leans forward a bit, and you have to remind yourself to lean back.

"Cash, grass, or ass?"

"...what?"

"Which one are you going to pay me with?" He reaches over and touches your hair, in a way that could be described as affectionately — if not for the burning lust in his eyes. "Don't you know? Nobody rides for free."

"I don't have anything- I- I left my purse in the car."

"Ass it is."

He had locked the doors before you even had a chance to try and grab the handle.

"What the fuck, dude?" You pause as you turn back to face him, coming face to face with the pocket knife that he brandishes at you nonchalantly. He raises his eyebrow, smirk planted firmly on his lips.

"Ass it is?" He asks, tracing the flat of the blade on your jaw. "I'd hate to ruin such a pretty face."

God, he should be an actor. You think, gulping as he trails the knife down slowly. He would never hurt you. But the fact that he could...

You know he's going to mock you for how wet your panties are becoming.

"Ass it is."

"Smart choice, sweetheart," he places the knife on his thigh, holding it there as a 'reminder' as he starts driving. "Come suck my cock."

You almost choke on your saliva. He's always blunt and direct with his orders, but the edge in his voice is extra sultry today. "If you make me cum before we stop, I'll let ya' go. Deal?" You have to hold yourself back from jumping his bones.

"You will?"

"You have my word." Both of you know that even if he cums, you aren't going anywhere.

You take a steadying breath, sliding into the middle seat. "You're a damn sicko." You mumble with a small smile, trying to hide it as you unbutton his pants.

"And you're a stupid little girl." He catches the way your thighs press together in his peripheral vision, his tongue instinctively wetting his lips — wanting to have a taste. "Didn't your Daddy ever tell you not to trust strangers?"

"Fuck you-"

"Mh~ Feisty," he grabs you by the back of your head and shoves your face into his lap, "I like that. Let's see what else that mouth can do."

With a small groan, you unzip his jeans. "C'mon, princess~ Hurry up, before I pull over and fuck you in the middle of the road." While you would love that, you'll save it for another day. You pull down the elastic band on his boxers, his girth all but springing out; slapping you on the cheek and making you both moan.

You feign a gasp, trying to pull away and getting shoved right back. His knife is in the same hand that holds your head, the other on the wheel. "Get to work."

The overhead camera watches as you lean down, giving a kitten lick to his head and making him hiss. He grips your head tighter, "you think you're gonna make me cum like that? It's like you want to be fucked."

He almost lets his eyes roll back as you sink down on his pulsing length, bobbing your head quickly over the first inches of it. He pushes you down further, laughing airily when you gag as he keeps you held there.

Your scalp stings as he yanks you back up, letting you gasp for breath for only a few seconds before leading you back down. "Mhm~ Not so mouthy now, huh, brat?" You grab at his jeans, digging your nails in as you breathe through your nose. "Suck."

You muffle a disagreement, making him shiver as the vibrations run through him. "Have it your way, then."

He keeps you there, gagging on his cock for a good few minutes. Spit is soaking his boxers and your jaw is starting to ache by the time he finally stops the car and yanks the keys from the ignition. "Get up," he doesn't give you a chance to act for yourself; pulling you up by the hair and allowing you to suck in some good, deep breaths as you massage your jaw.

"Pretty little brat~" He slaps you, pretty gently based on what you know he's capable of. "I'm gonna have a lot of fun with you..." His eyes scan you for a moment before quickly leaning in and licking up your messy chin.

You turn your moan into a whine, pushing at his chest. "You're so nasty!"

"You don't know the half of it, sweetheart~"

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You had paused your scene as he carried you inside the rented cabin, letting him tie up your ankles and wrist without a fight as he asked how you were feeling so far.

And the answer was 'unbelievably horny, hurry up, please'.

He gives you a tender kiss before rubbing his hand down your side while sitting up on the bed next to you. "Give 'em a try, baby." You tug at the rope on your wrist — nothing. "And those?" He looks over his shoulder as you try to pull your ankles apart — again, nothing. "Good."

"Ready?" You ask with a sparkle in your eyes, leaning into his touch as he pets your head.

The camera is already set up next to the bed, recording the soft moment before you get nasty.

"Oh, yeah~" He chuckles, leaning to land another peck to your lips, "you trust me, right?" You nod against his forehead as he places his against yours. "I'm going to be rough- gonna be mean. That doesn't mean I care about you any less. We're just pretending. If at any point you forget that, do you remember your safe word?"

"Pause."

"And if you can't speak?"

"Two hits."

"That's a good girl~" His hand slides down from your jaw, giving your binds a tug before continuing downward. "Action."

At his word, you snap back into your role; fidgeting below him while he shoves his hand between your thighs and cups your heat through your panties. Like a flipped switch, you're both back into the scene in a millisecond flat.

He all but jumps on top of you, crushing your legs to the bed with his own as he squeezes your heat. "Damn, you've got a hot little cunt," he groans, free hand slipping between your bound arms as you push at him; landing it at your throat and squeezing that as well. It's his favorite things to do, in any scene — even outside of filming.

Even when it's just you and him, neither of your boyfriends and no cameras, he can't help but put his hands around your neck. To remind you of your place, to remind you that he's got the control. Make you remember that he cares enough about you to cradle your jugular and squeeze it only hard enough so that you see stars in the edges of your vision.

"I can't wait to fuck it raw."

You start fighting harder, twisting and turning your hips, "no, p-please!" You should be an actor, he thinks; smirk wide on his lips as he looks down at you wildly.

"Yes~" He squeezes your neck tighter for a moment before slapping you suddenly, making your head turn to face the camera. "I'm gonna fill up this bratty pussy and teach you a lesson."

You gasp, genuinely, as he grabs the pocket knife from the bedside table and flips up your skirt. He cuts through your panties with zero hesitation, ripping them the rest of the way off. He can see the wet patch on them as he tosses them to the side to be forgotten.

His tongue darts over his lips again. Really, he shouldn't — not for this scene — but he wants to eat you out so badly that his cock is twitching. He tosses the knife onto the floor as he stares down at you.

"I wonder how hard you'll fight me after I make you cum on my tongue."

"Wait, wait, waiiiit~" Your pleads fall off into a breathy moan as his slides down and hugs your thighs, stuffing his tongue into your pressed together pussy lips. "Fuck! You pervert! Stop- please stop!"

His chuckle tickles your wetness, and he shakes his head with his tongue on your clit; giving it a lick as he pulls back. "Nah~"

You bring your wrists to your face, hiding your face as you tear up. It feels so good as he laps at your needy slit. You're so worked up from the role-playing that you fear you'll cum in mere minutes.

He slides his hands up and grips your ass, grinding against your legs as he licks and sucks your cunt like a man starved. Drooling and slobbering all over you. He pulls back and adds to the mess — a fat wad of spit hitting you and making you jolt.

"Get this cunt nice and sloppy so I can slide right in~"

"Sir, please-" He pulls out his cock quickly, stuffing it between your socked calves and moaning. Loud.

"Keep begging, princess," he spits again, reveling in the way your hips jerk, "makes me want to fuck you more."

You sob into your hands — not from his words. To bite back your pleads for him to do it. It's hard to remember the scene when he's making you gush on his pointed tongue.

"Fuck- fuck!" You can't help the string of moans that tumble off your lips as he makes you cum all over his mouth; using his grip on your ass to make you grind into him as you slump and tremble.

He doesn't give you any time to recoup. He drops your hips to the mattress; making them bounce a bit, and climbs over you, manic grin on his slick lips. "You slut~" Using the rope in your wrists, he pulls your arms down so he can see your heated, teary face.

His hand finds its way back to its rightful place on your throat. Just resting there, maybe to ground you in your post orgasmic bliss. Maybe to keep you in place as he shoves his tip into your fluttering hole.

"Ah!" You gasp, eyes squeezing shut and jaw tense. He's definitely the thickest man you've ever been with. And this position — having your legs and subsequently, your heat, stuck together adds to it. A lot. You can't spread your legs, can't try to accommodate for his goliath girth. All you can do is take it. Every single inch as he pushes into you, nice and slow so he can watch all the cute twitches in your face and beautiful tears that slide down your temples.

"Fuck-" He nearly collapses on top of you as he bottoms out in your pulsing walls. "Such a tight fit, you're begging for my cum..." His blue hair tickles your neck as he nuzzles into it, kissing your collar bone. "Your warm little hole is perfect, sweetheart."

You lean into his delicate touch as his hand moves up to cup your jaw, the other holding onto the rope on your wrist tightly. "I might just have to keep you." He moans deeply as he gives a sudden thrust, making you yelp.

"Gentle! Please, gentle... Y-you're gonna split me in ha- in half," you cry into his hand, nuzzling into it as he does to your neck.

"Oh, s-shut up," he stutters as he starts sliding in and out of you; slow and deep. "You love it. You love my fat cock breaking you. You know how I know?"

"No..?"

"Cause your cunt is drooling all over me, little siren~"

His special nickname for you makes your eyes roll into your skull and stay there as you convulse under him — slammed with an orgasm so rough that it makes you wail brokenly.

You're so far gone in your pleasure that you don't realize he's slipped his thumb into your mouth and you're now sucking at it to ground yourself as he slams his hips into you mercilessly. Don't recognize that he's staring down at you with fully dilated eyes and heavy breaths. You have to blink a few times — and the sight makes his stomach flutter with butterflies.

"Fucking told you," he coos the mean words as he tries to fuck his way up to your guts, "you were made to be my personal cock sleeve, huh?"

"Mhmm~" You moan around his thumb, your brain so pleasantly numb with tingling ecstasy that you've forgotten about the role-play completely. Your subconscious is taken over, making you soft and pliable beneath his rough pounding; teary eyes so sweet that he can't help but smile. Trusting him completely and taking whatever he gives because you know you can.

"Such a sweet, obedient, little slut," he snakes his fingers between yours and holds one of your hands tightly. "You dumb on my cock, sweetheart? I fuck your brains out?"

"Mhm~" You hum, head bobbing lightly as you suck on his thumb, hand squeezing his as tightly as possible while he presses against your g-spot repeatedly with his bulbous tip.

"You want my cum?" He knows the response he's going to get when you're so deep in sub-space. Smile spreading even further on his lips as he's proven right.

"Please, Captain," you slur out quickly before your lips are back around his thumb, melting into his soft cupping of your jaw.

"Fuck-" He grits his teeth, fingers twitching as his peak rapidly grows closer, "yeah, you do~ Of course you do, my dirty little siren~"

You didn't even feel it coming until a sharp peak slaps you cunt first, making you gasp and arch below him. Each of his frenzied thrusts send a spurt of your release splashing; soaking your skirt on your waist and his shirt, dripping off you and wetting the bed.

He crushes you below him, kissing all over your face as he fucks his load into you as deep as possible, moaning soft praises as you shake with sobs.

You start breathing fast, eyes dizzy and heart pounding so fast it makes you sweat as he stills deep inside of you.

"Shhh~" He shushes you with a smile, bringing both of his hands to wipe your tears with an easy touch. It feels like you've had your entire world rocked, and seeing him so calm and collected makes you relax. "I've got you, Hongjoong's got you, sweetheart."

"H-" You huff in a shaking breath, "hold me?"

"C'mere," he hums, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and blanketing you with his body. His cock still heavy inside of you, his weight on your chest, his lips planting kisses on your teary cheek. "You did so wonderfully, princess. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes," you moan softly as you close your eyes blissfully, fingers playing with his shirt from their place stuck between you. "Thank you, Captain~"

"Thank you, little siren~"

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"Check this out," Mingi flops into bed next to you a few weeks later. He slides an arm under your neck and snuggles to your back as he shows you his phone.

"What am I looking at?" You hum tiredly, rubbing your eyes before looking at the screen again.

"We have a fan-boy~" He chuckles, scrolling on the page slowly. "Been re-posting our stuff for like two months, he's really into you- oh, look at this one."

It's a screenshot from the beginning of you and Hongjoongs role-playing video. Both of you laid in the bed and recording a disclaimer to stay safe and consensual. As you were saying that you had given him clear permission to do the things he did, he was looking down at you with a fond smile; petting your head softly as you laid on his chest.

'Why did the way Captain looks at Princess make me hard before they even started? I don't know who I want to be more. I would let him ruin me and I would absolutely wreck her >:( She's so adorable, I would love to rearrange her guts while her boyfriends film us. I want her to scream my name. The dream.'

You take the device from him with a small giggle, "for real? I knew we had our regulars but I didn't know we had fans."

A clip of you fingering yourself is his pinned post. The caption:

'Poor Princess can hardly make herself squirt... I can do it, don't worry<3'

The attached picture of the man's slender hand makes you gulp. "Wow," you scroll more. Every few days, a slew of posts of the four of you are made. Something catches your eye. "Mingi-" You reach back and slap his side lightly, "why do you follow him?"

"He's got pretty hands-"

"Yo! That's what's I was thinking!"

You click back to the top and scan his profile, "Hwa? That's a pretty name."

"Mhm," he slides his hand down your waist slowly, "maybe we should make a video, you can moan his name~ I bet he'd cream in his pants."

"You perv... Let's do it~"

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[mystybelle]

I don't mean to be harsh as I say this, but when did it start becoming a bad thing for games to have designed failure/success states, or a correct way to play/solve a problem? Is that not the taxonomical difference between free play and a game?

The strength of an RPG, tabletop or otherwise, is in the participation the player ought to have in the story/outcome of the unfolding narrative experience. Moreso with tabletop games, because of the fundamental difference between the ruling of a group of players or dm, and the definite "law" of programming. But even rulings can only be pushed so far before you're playing a different game, or simply playing.

Not to say that free play is bad, or inherently lesser, than playing a game, but their fundamental differences are what make each of them fun in different ways. A game's fun isn't just the social aspect, it's finding solutions to a given problem within the agreed upon constraints. Free play's fun is the same as a toy's, in the pure lack of constraints.

Video games are still selling well at their inflated AAA prices, even indie games, so idk if "rules" and the ability to fail/"do something wrong" are the issue. So much as a lack of interest/understanding in a given game, in the ruleset being requested of a given player group, being played.

Play podcasts and the like have made the root of nigh all modern gaming far more visible, but due to the nature of content and the skill of people making it; the "scuff" of actually playing a game is buffed out of the experience for the viewer. So these viewers join the hobby with skewed understanding and expectations. Not to say that play podcasts and similar content should end, and definitely pushing back on the idea that any encounter (even in games that do not feature combat, or structure themselves around what most of us might consider "encounters") should always be doable--

a lvl 50 raid boss ahh dragon should wipe a lvl 3 adventuring party, the headmaster shouldn't always be possible to convince out of expelling you, and if you use the wrong ingredients it should be likely that you lose the baking competition and the farm

but I do want to suggest that this is simply a western audience (possibly US specific) problem.

CoC for example is not only the dominant game in Japan over DnD already, and the culture of play is far different, with players actually engaging with the settings used and the actual rules of Call of Cthulhu. I've only been learning about this difference in play culture because I've been trying to study horror broadly, so it's possible this difference is more about genre, but maybe there's a different solution to this issue besides trying to sand failure out of tabletop games altogether.

The play culture for CoC fans in Japan doesn't have nearly as much despair circling around character death and losses. Again, maybe this is a genre strength for horror as a whole; I can only imagine a few premises that would allow for constant character death in fantasy and most are so dark they may as well just be horror. But maybe there's a page that can be iterated upon from the digital branch of gaming, in giving up canonic death (perma death) as an unofficial standard for long form rpgs, and the introduction of "game over" style failure states.

In our play culture here in the west, or at least the US; people's PCs, basically no matter what game you're playing, are OCs too. OCs that people are working out deep seated traumas and experimenting with unconscious fantasies with at that; representations of major parts of a given player's psyche. The traditional, canon failure state for TTRPGs almost literally means killing someone's thought child.

The aversion to creating something so vulnerable, sharing it with your peers/friends or god forbid strangers, and then watching it get one shot because of a bad roll (even in just a DnD game) or having to retire it permanently for any reason... Is intense.

In a sociopolitical climate where nothing is stable for 90% of these mortals, and almost nothing but death, intense pain, terror, confusion, and guilt are on the horizon; it is a tall ask to make a baby, care for it, pick out it's cute little clothes, and give the fucker a name, just to watch it be permanently reduced to a smear with the clap of a dragon's scaly fat ass because you decided to be a little silly(which requires even more vulnerability to do).

It's just as painful to be the DM who made said caked up dragon, as you lot have already pointed out. A ttrpg equivalent to a game over and reset button could fix that.

Big gleeblor:

It isn’t and shouldn’t be the GM’s job to tell you a story and continually override rules and dice rolls to ensure that story goes in a particular direction and follows a perfect movie three-act structure

D&D5e and Critical Roll play culture has turned GMing into a performance, an unpaid magic slight-of-hand act, instead of a dude who plays the game from the other side of the screen.

This isn’t an entirely new problem, the seeds were planted for it all the way in the 90s, but recent market forces in the past 10 years have accelerated it by like 10,000%

[inkspiredwriting]

A Day of Fun at the Hargreeves Household

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Summary: Five comes home from work and thinks he can finally relax, but Y/n and his children have a different idea

A/N: I'm sorry for posting so late today. I hope you can forgive me.

Warnings: none

After a long day at work, Five Hargreeves was ready to go home and relax. His home was his sanctuary, a place where he could leave behind the complexities of the world and enjoy the simple pleasures of family life with his wife Y/n and their two children, eight-year-old Maddie and four-year-old Milo.

As he approached the front door and took off his shoes, he could hear the faint thump of music. Curious, he opened the door and stepped inside. The sound of laughter and loud music filled the air, and Five couldn't help but smile as he followed the noise to the living room.

What he saw next was a sight he would never forget. Y/n, his normally composed and sweet wife, was wearing a bright pink wig and dancing around with a hairbrush as a microphone. Maddie was clumsily tottering around in Y/n's high heels, her face smeared with makeup in a way that made her look like a clown. Milo, not wanting to be left out, had one of Five's ties tied around his head like a headband, and he was singing his heart out into another hairbrush.

They were singing and dancing to some pop song that Five didn't recognize, but the joy on their faces was unmistakable. It was a scene of pure, unadulterated fun, and Five couldn't help but laugh out loud at the sight.

His laughter caught their attention, and they all stopped mid-dance to look at him. Y/n's face lit up with a wide grin. "Hey, you're home!"

Five walked further into the room, still chuckling. "What in the world are you all doing?"

Y/n laughed, tossing her pink wig back dramatically. "We're having a dance party! Maddie and Milo found some of my old wigs and makeup, and we just decided to go all out."

Maddie wobbled over to him, nearly tripping in the oversized heels. "Daddy, look! I'm wearing Mommy's shoes!"

Five bent down to her level, gently holding her arms to steady her. "I see that, sweetie. You look very... colorful."

Milo, not wanting to be left out, ran over and tugged on Five's pants. "Look, Daddy! I'm like you!" He pointed proudly to the tie around his head.

Five ruffled Milo's hair, his heart swelling with affection. "You look very handsome, buddy."

Y/n came over, still holding her hairbrush microphone. "Care to join us, Five? We could use another singer."

Five raised an eyebrow, feigning reluctance. "I don't know, I'm not much of a dancer."

Maddie grabbed his hand and started pulling him toward the makeshift dance floor. "Come on, Daddy! It's fun!"

With a resigned sigh, Five allowed himself to be dragged into the center of the room. Y/n handed him a hairbrush, and with a wink, she turned the music up even louder. The song switched to an upbeat tune, and before he knew it, Five found himself dancing and singing along with his family.

At first, he felt awkward and out of place, but the infectious energy of his children and the loving gaze of his wife quickly melted his reservations away. They laughed and sang together, their voices blending into a joyous cacophony. Five couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so carefree and happy.

As the song ended, they all collapsed onto the couch in a fit of giggles. Maddie snuggled up next to him, and Milo climbed into his lap. Y/n leaned against his shoulder, her pink wig askew and her face flushed with happiness.

Five looked around at his family, feeling a profound sense of gratitude. "You know, this is exactly what I needed."

Y/n smiled up at him. "I'm glad. Sometimes it's good to just let loose and have some fun."

Maddie nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, Daddy! You should dance with us more often!"

Five chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "Maybe I will."

They sat there for a while longer, basking in the warmth of their shared laughter and love. Five realized that moments like these were what made all the struggles and challenges worthwhile. No matter what the world threw at them, as long as they had each other, they could face anything.

Eventually, Y/n stood up and stretched. "Alright, I think it's time for dinner. How about we make some homemade pizzas?"

Maddie and Milo cheered, and Five smiled, feeling more content than he had in a long time. "That sounds perfect."

As they moved to the kitchen to start their culinary adventure, Five couldn't help but glance back at the living room, where the remnants of their impromptu dance party still lay scattered. It was a reminder that in the midst of life's chaos, it was the simple, joyful moments with his family that truly mattered.

And as they cooked and laughed together, Five knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, one precious moment at a time.

[heartzfrmkenz]

˚ ༘ " Pretty girls like you deserve the world." ༘

: ̗̀➛ a/n: Hey Guys, this is my first post back! The poll winner was for a one-shot (I didn't wanna wait for the poll to end, I'm impatient), so I decided to write for Karasu, he's one of my fav characters from blue lock. I might wright a poly one-shot with him and Otoya in the near future, if you would want to see that, lmk. This was all done on my computer so it's not as good as I want it to be 😓Other than that, Hope y'all like the one-shot🤗

: ̗̀➛ Word Count: 8.8k (Got a lil carried away 😓)

: ̗̀➛ Content: Tabito Karasu x Fem! Reader (Could also be Gn! Reader) ft. Eita Otoya, Friends to Lovers troupe, Post-Blue Lock, Uni/College setting, Fluff, a little angst (if you squint), Mutual Pinning, all characters are 18+ in this one-shot, Some Suggestive actions/scenes, may be a bit ooc.

: ̗̀➛ Synopsis: Karasu was a friend you met thru Otoya. You three spent a lot of time together inside and outside of your college, so when Otoya starts to openly flirt with you in front of Karasu, you discovered the longing you felt for Karasu wasn't so one-sided after all.

Eita introduced you to his best friend at the beginning of your second semester in Uni. You couldn't deny the fact that the raven-haired man was attractive. He was tall, had a muscular body, and his eyes, oh his eyes, his eyes were a beautiful blue color, The hue of them coming to life just right as the sunlight kissed his face. You also noticed a mole that adorned his face right under his right eye. You learned from Eita that his name was Tabito Karasu.

It is now the end of your second semester and you three were inseparable on and off campus, whether it was them walking you to class, lunch, to your shared locker, hell, sometimes you three would just go wherever the wind took you. It wasn't hard to click into the routine after a while, their presence became something that was second nature to you, it also wasn't hard to realize you had caught feelings for Karasu.

Eita being the bully he is, teased you for it when he caught on. You still remember the conversation like it was yesterday, "You like the douche bag, don't you?" His words ringing in your ear louder than any noise ever could. You couldn't exactly deny the fact that you like him, but you wouldn't indulge Eita with what he wanted. "And what made you come to that conclusion?" You asked, a hint of curiosity in your voice. He shrugged, "What wouldn't? Just the way you look at him gives it away to me" He flashes you that dumb, teasing smirk and you groan, "Maybe I do like Karasu, what about it?'' He shakes his head, looking out the window, "Nothing, just wanted to know" He says in a almost laid-back, relaxed tone that sounded a little too relaxed, even for him. But you decided not to think too much into it, besides there was no way he could have recorded you saying that, his phone was in the other room charging after it died on him while doomscrolling.

Today was no different than any other day. You three were off campus, heading to your place for a monthly movie night that was long overdue. You were walking in-between them, music playing in your headphones as you felt a tap on your shoulder, it was Karasu. "Do ya' have any snacks at yer' place?" He asked, making direct eye contact with you. "I should, I went grocery shopping like a week or 2 ago." Eita just watched from his side, as you and Karasu striked up a conversation with ease, wondering if what he has planned will work tonight. Unbeknownst to you, Tabito and Eita had a similar conversation right after he finished talking to that night.

Eita's POV

Karasu knew his best friend wasn't the brightest with things like this, so he was fairly nervous to find out this "idea" Eita had for him. You were clueless to it all, the conversations those two shared about you, the way Karasu would sneakily glace at you from afar, the way Eita would tease him for it, you always chopped it up to be some sort of inside joke or something between the two since you know they're closer with each other than they are with you. Oh, if only you knew what tonight held in store for you...

You three finally reach your place after 15 minutes of walking. As you step in, the cold air from you AC brushes against your skin nicely as you let out a sigh and kick off your shoes, tossing them along the wall of the front door. The two men do the same, as this isn't their first time in your home. "I see ya' cleaned up for us darlin' how nice." Karasu purred out, flashing his usual smirk at you. You were used to the nicknames by now, even though they still get you flustered. "Had to, didn't want my favorite people tripping over trash now, did I?'' You spoke back, looking over your shoulder to look at the two. Eita snickered and elbowed the taller male, "Tonight's gonna be great." He said, while chuckling. You didn't mind it much, though, Karasu did. It put him on high alert to look out for himself and you, he knew Eita was bound to do something stupid sooner or later.

You three sat on the couch in your living room, watching some horror movie. You were on the far left of the couch, Eita was in the middle and Tabito was on the right. Yall were in pajamas and there was a blanket sprawled out among you three. You had a plushie placed in the center of your lap as you watched the movie, occasionally reaching for snacks that were on the table. Karasu couldn't help but look at you every now and then, the way your eyes would slightly shut when a gore scene came on, when you jumped at some of the scares, it amused him. He just wanted to wrap his arms around your waist while you were in his lap, cuddling and watching the movie. Of course, Eita noticed his small smile and the glances he was stealing at you, so he decided to start step one of his plan.

He slides over to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder and whispers something in your ear that makes you giggle. Karasu stares daggers into the back of his head, Eita knew he was looking but continued. Karasu normally wouldn't call himself a jealous man, but Eita was pushing his limits. Every laugh he drew out of you, every look, every smile, it only made Karasu more jealous. So, he got up and went upstairs. "Tabi, where are you going?" You asked, confusion in your voice. Though as much as he wanted to turn around and make a snarky remark, he didn't. "To the bathroom." He mumbled. Otoya had such a grin on his face, you would think he knew what he was doing, and of course, and unbeknownst to you, he did. He knew his best friend was bound to get at least a little jealous. But what he didn't know was the effect it had on him.

When Tabito reached the bathroom upstairs, he locked the door behind him and sat down on the floor. Seeing his best friend openly flirt with you like that made him feel a certain way. While his ego may be big, his self-image wasn't. He's always viewed himself as mediocre or average. He was nervous to confess to you, not because he thinks he'll get rejected, but because he sees you as way out of his league. When Eita told him that you said you like him, he was just a tad bit shocked. He just thought you were being polite at first, but the more he looked into it, the more he realized that it wasn't being polite. It was small gestures that pointed to how much of a liking you took to him. Lingering touches, the smile you'd give him, the way you'd look at him. It made sense to him now, and that he has the opportunity, he doesn't wanna let it go. He just hopes this is the one thing he isn't mediocre at. He wants to be with you, near you always, never letting you go. He wants to-

*Knock Knock*

"Tabi? Are you okay in there?" You ask

silence...

"Eita's been texting you, you haven't responded so I'd thought I'd come check on you myself..."

Karasu takes his phone out his pocket.

Karasu's POV

" 'm good." He finally says. You noticed his voice is softer than usual. "Can I come in..?" You finally manage to ask. After a few moments, you hear the doorknob click and you twist it and open the door to see Tabito in the bathroom, standing and just looking at you. "Can we talk, like in private?" Tabito asks, his voice laced with an unusual tone of seriousness and something else you can't predict. You look at him with a soft, almost sympathetic look on your face "Sure, is there something bothering you? If so, we could go talk in my room." You shoot him a small smile, and it makes his heart melt, you grab his hand and lead you two into your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

"So, what's up?" You asked, looking off to the side, nervous for whatever will come next. Tabito took a seat on your bed, eyes casted down on the floor. "Me and Otoya had a talk the other night." Your heart dropped as you remembered the talk you and Eita had the other day, your mind flooded with doubt, but you kept up a facade. "Oh, what did y'all talk about?" You asked even though your gut feeling was telling you that you already knew. "He told me that ya' liked me, is that true..?" Your heart dropped down so far you swear you could feel it at your feet. Your gaze suddenly got more anxious, more rapid, looking anywhere but at him. He noticed your nervous body language and decided to speak up. "If it is, I wanted to tell ya' that I like ya' too..." His eyes trailed from the floor to your figure, searching for any reaction. To his surprise, you were already staring at him, slightly widened eyes staring into his. "You're serious?" You said with a small glint in your eyes, staring back into his, hoping he wasn't joking. He nodded his head, "As serious as I've ever been." He said, staring back at you.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you before you stepped forward in front of Karasu. You take your hand under his chin and lift it to look at you. "Is that why you stormed up here? Were you jealous..?'' You said with a smirk on your face and a smug tone alluding from your voice. His eyes casting somewhere else, anywhere else rather than on you. You chuckled and kissed him on his cheek. "We both know I wouldn't fall for a womanizer like Eita, besides, your more of a gentleman than him and you're not ashamed of what you like, I adore that about you." Those last words spoke out to him more than anything. He looks at you, those beautiful blue eyes boring straight into yours as you stared back, you had to admit, you thought his eyes looked pretty in the sun, but they look even better in the moonlight. He pulls you into his lap by your waist and had you sat on his thigh. "Can I kiss ya'?'' He asked, lips already just mere inches away from yours, you nodded with slight fever.

His lips meet yours in a slow, sensual and passionate kiss, his lips slotted against yours so perfectly, like they were made for each other. His large, calloused hands holding the small of your back as you wrap your arm around his neck. He lifts you up with ease and you squeal into the kiss from his sudden action. "Tabi, where are we going?" You ask through little giggles, that turn into chuckles when he positions you to carry you bridal style. "I wanna show off what's mines now." In a low yet teasing tone as he carries you down the steps. Eita hears the footsteps and turns towards you and Tabito. "About time you two finally got together." He says nonchalantly, going back to scroll on his phone. "Damn right we did, couldn't just leave my pretty girl up for grabs now, could I?" You chuckled and turned your head to look at him. "You really are something aren't you?" You say, a slightly teasing tone behind your words. "What can I say? Pretty girls like ya' deserve the world." He says, kissing you once more. Eita fake gags at the romantic action. "Get a room dude, I'm right here.." Tabito chuckles at his friends reaction, sitting back down on the couch, with you in his lap this time, and Un-pauses the movie. "We jus' might." He says, teasingly while holding your waist, head resting on your shoulder as he kisses your cheek as you three go back to watching the movie.

(This lowkey took less time than I thought it would. Let me know what y'all think and what y'all wanna see next, requests are open btw)

[echodoctor]

I'm torn, because on one hand I fucking love daemon AUs and there's so much fun potential in one with this cast.

But on the other hand, if we're assuming that daemons- being a fun symbolic animal-shaped embodiment of a person's actual soul- tend to more openly display the feelings that their human half might be trying to keep hidden... I mean, there goes half of canon out the window.

Siffrin's daemon would be doing big sad kitty eyes at getting left out of the group hugs in a way that left him no plausible deniability at all.

That said, daemon ideas for the main cast:

Siffrin- black-footed cat. Looks like a cute little house pet, actually a wildcat with an alarmingly efficient rate of kills on its hunts. ...But, even though they're solitary creatures, they're still very closely related to the branch of the feline family tree that ended up actively domesticating themselves and becoming modern housecats. Has a very long range and scouts out ahead from Siffrin a lot, something that they both kind of hate but are determined to endure to be useful to the rest of the party. As part of Siffrin's soul, carries both their desperate desire to reach out to others and their intense self-loathing- in other words, you can tell when things are getting bad bad in the loops when Siffrin starts getting scratched and bitten for touching her.

Isabeau- dog, but specifically one of those horrendously smart working dogs bred for sheep-herding or similar, the ones that if you leave them without A Real Job to do for too long they figure out doorknobs and basic mathematics and then start shredding the couch from boredom. So people who don't know much about dogs just go 'oh! big fluffy friend-shaped guy' and ones that do go '...okay so you've definitely reorganized an entire library to get everything back in alphabetical order at least once, huh'.

Mirabelle- horse. Beautiful! Majestic! Talented! Really, really scared, so extremely nervous, oh God what is happening send help. Would prefer to run from problems but if you back her into a corner you will be getting trampled to death. Visually, probably one spiral horn away from looking like a storybook unicorn, just an absolutely stunning fairy tale of a creature.

Odile- magpie. They're all over Europe, but there are a lot of Asian species, too- a creature meant for lots of different places. More to the point, like all corvids they're smart as hell and surprisingly social.

Bonnie- unsettled! They're a kid, their daemon won't be taking on their adult form for at least a couple more years. Keeps trying to take big, strong forms, but they just don't feel quite right yet.

Loop- doesn't seem to have one. Siffrin's daemon finds something hauntingly familiar about them, though... Don't worry about it. It's probably nothing. :)

The King- whatever experimental craft he's been fucking around with has been doing uhhhhhhhhhhhhh not great things to his soul, or maybe it's just the result of his terrible personal decisions. His daemon was a wolf, very much in the Does Not Do Well Separated From The Pack sense, which is unfortunate, considering. If Mirabelle's daemon looks like she stepped out of a fairytale about unicorns and virtuous maidens, his looks like it should be lurking in the pages of kind of story where the maiden and her grandmother both get eaten up long before the woodsman gets there with the axe.

[leggerefiore]

cw: Giratina Volo, jealousy, fluff,

pairing: Volo/Reader

The shadowy tendrils wrapped around you tightly. There was a horrible dissonance in their physicality in restraining you yet their airy, inhuman feel. Glowing crimson claws at the end held your attention more in the end. One dug into your skin, not daring to pierce the skin, but just enough pressure to keep your mind on its presence. You felt a shaky breath escape you. This predicament would almost feel like death to anyone else, you knew.

The tendrils spread from the back of what appeared to be an otherwise normal man if one ignored the lower half of his body and those terrifying eyes alongside the golden scales that clung to his chest. What had gotten him in such a mood? Nearly everything did. It was little wonder he was banished to this hellish world where time flows oddly and space is disordered. It was a punishment for something he had done to Arceus, but that was a topic you dared not breach. He was already capricious enough. You sighed.

“Volo,” you called out to him. Those eyes stared even more through you. Really… You had gotten too close to a rift out of this dimension, and he took it as you were trying to leave him. You knew how lonely he was, being stuck here with no company for what must have been an amount of time incomprehensible to your mind, but… Really, his possessiveness knew no bounds. It did not matter that he was a dragon at his heart, either. He gaze refused to shift.

“I was simply curious,” you offered, “I promised you long ago that I wouldn't leave you.” How much time had passed since you first ended up in the arms of the Renegade Pokémon? You had not the faintest idea. Time did not function here normally. Peeks at the outside world through reflections rarely provided you enough information to truly know. It was just you and the Giratina hybrid. That was all there was.

He brought a hand to your face, the chill of his skin always catching you off-guard. Leaning in close, you could feel the eldritch aura ruminating from him. He was unknowable as they came. A being that existed in another world that activity dismantled the normal one with his very presence. But… You did love him. He truly gave everything you could ever desire in what must have been his own personal hell.

You lived far more comfortably here than you ever had in the world you originated from. Maybe that was what drew you to that cave, despite the rumours of disappearances. He had taken those foolish enough to wander into the depths of his cave. Where they went after, you opted against asking about. There was a feeling in your heart, though. Dragons were quite carnivorous.

Your pleas for a better life are what had caught his interest. When the banished deity appeared before you, you actually fell to your knees and bowed deeply. It was likely a fickle decision of his to spare you whatever awful face he had subjected others to, but he took you away to his dimension.

The distorted world was a comfort.

You just grew curious about the normal world. How had it changed? Had it changed at all? You wondered.

Though, part of what you promised to Volo... Your eternal devotion and entire being for comfort and safety. Closing your eyes, you knew it was not a bad choice. When faced with the risk of famine and disease or being mauled by a savage, unruly pokemon, the safety of an unknown world was preferred. Volo's protection was something you would rather not lose, for various reasons.

“… I'm aware,” he replied and placed you down on a floating ground piece. The endless distortion of this world may drive one to madness should they pay too much attention to how things functioned. You wondered if you would be able to walk with normal gravity sometimes. Volo landed beside you, his serpentine lower body laying across the oddly coloured ground. “Some of those portals lead to places in different worlds and timelines than the one you originated from,” he said simply, “… Or are you that discontented now that you are ready to flee to any place away from me?”

You approached him, easily find your arms around his neck. The skin was marred between a near porcelain skin tone and the eerie grey of his scales. The hard golden ones – more like armour – on his chest pressed onto you. Your curiosity was boundless. He could not blame you. Even his often grew curious himself… You had seen him observing the normal world through reflections plenty of times. Your lips pressed to his own. His hands found your face again. The affection lasted for far too long.

Pulling away, he shifted his tail so that you may sit upon it. The Distortion World would always feel odd… But, it really was your home after all this time. Returning to the normal world had no long-term appeal for you. His arms wrapped around your waist as he held you to himself, no doubt trying to steal your natural mammalian warmth.

“My sole worshipper,” he referred to you, “… Do you truly still wish to uphold your covenant?”

“Of course,” you said simply, “I'll continue to be your mate.”

With that, his nature changed to something more mild. It seemed that you would be enjoying the other's company for quite a while.

[aliencomicinvasion]

I'm putting most of my complaints on my side blog that literally no one follows so I'm not spamming negativity but I'd like to point out that it's less about what was done than it is how it was done. A lot of choices feel disrespectful to both the actors and the fans.

This was the first time in a long time that fans have been this blindsided by a regeneration, usually we have a little warning (whether it was formally announced or leaked) so it is a big deal that Ncuti left after sixteen episodes to a return of Billie Piper. Is it possible that he chose to leave suddenly due to another opportunity? Yes, and if that ends up to be the case it will be slightly better but right now things look like the production wanted to overshadow him both in the beginning with David Tennant and now his leaving with the return of Billie. It feels like Russel and those in charge tried to minimize his Doctor's impact when they should have been supporting it instead.

(Whether or not it's not a regeneration, I know the theories that it's a temporary anomaly, it still needed to be handled better)

I say this as someone who ended up liking the new David Tennant episodes (I love Donna and Rose Noble) and as someone who loved Rose and would most likely have enjoyed a comeback in other circumstances, despite the fact that her arc was wrapped up nicely over a decade ago.

I enjoyed Jodie's cameo, I loved that interaction There's a lot of interesting ideas with Poppy, the Rani, Mrs. Flood, Jo Martin's Doctor, Unit ect that could have been done. I don't hate everything but I hate the current decision making team seems to be deciding that fans more interested in nostalgia than the current characters, which feels disrespectful to the fans.

If we are comparing to Moffat though I'll admit that I don't hate his writing, he has problems but he also has some really interesting and fun stuff mixed in there. Personally I really liked Bill Potts season even though the sonic sunglasses were overly silly. So maybe we're just on different places in the fandom to begin with.

Anyway sorry to ramble but tldr I don't think that every thing is terrible but do think that the decisions that were bad are Very Bad and makes it hard for me to have faith in the future and enjoy the other bits.

i stopped watching doctor who a few years ago due to lack of access to tv and then didn't go back bc flashing lights and my eyeballs are not friends but. boy. everyone's mad huh

[conclaveconfessions]

As a general I like this fandom a lot. I have my dislikes. I do agree sometimes they make Vincent too holy or too quick to drop his vows, but I'm also deeply sympathetic because well... the person that writes, oh let's say, 2.5k puppy play is indeed not looking for a very deep exploration of these characters.... And That's ok!

What I did when I was puzzled by this (the desire to read erotic content but without the rush) was sort by word count, and it really helped! There are gorgeous agonizing pining long fics in this fandom. Not that many gosh I Need More but there are. Everyone give them a try. I also do see a lot of effort to make the stories grounded, even if they might get a bit ooc, which other fandoms tend to not do... Or do way less, I mean.

I can't cope with Lawrenitez mpreg though. Firstly I don't think Vincent is able to get pregnant and even if he could, like. My mind is only screaming: They're post menopausic queens!!! No one is getting pregnant!!! Stop!! (Do whatever you want haha it's ok) I do however cackle and enjoy when I see "Vincent getting knocked up by the holy spirit" now THAT'S literature (lol). I guess the difference is that if it's by God magic, it's a full on miracle, if it's by a "natural" way it's really weird (to me). Just on account of their ages. I think it's not THAT popular of a trope here, I think most people like the fact they're old men but still-

The reason I mention it it's because I know I'm really a hypocrite. I was complaining about omegaverse with a friend. I do think making Vincent an omega sort of goes again the " uncertainty" that gives him his condition in canon (maybe make him both Alpha and Omega? A complete unknown fourth sex? Uterus and knot? I'm just brainstorming), it flattens the canon stuff. To me, omegaverse is a setting that enhances fictional sex differences because it's hot, but in this context, where the point is that those sex difference irl are maybe not as important as we think, I find it against the characters, and as such, not as hot (I liked one where Lawrence was a beta tho haha)

The reason why I'm a hypocrite though, is that I do sort of love it with Bellesco haha. There, the idea of the sex difference being embarrassing for him is super hot (oh, I'm bottom!Tedesco, Omega!Tedesco one hundred percent). So in that context, I like it. WE know there's nothing shameful in being a bottom or being the "lesser" sex but he doesn't. And that's hot.

Another reason why I'm a hypocrite is that I do love these old queens suddenly feeling all horny. Like, the idea of Lawrence, post prostate cancer already in his autumn years suddenly being absolutely gob smacked horny for Vincent and soo guilty about it that it cures his impotence... I like it. Ditto with Tedesco finally crashing down and admitting he's queer, haha. I have no issues with old men holding erections all night, unrealistic as it could be. I do respect the erectile dysfunction soldiers 🫡

At the end of the day, your tastes are very personal. It's ok if you don't like something that's going on in the fandom. It's normal! And it should encourage you to write your own stuff, or to shower with praise the people that are doing what you like, so they do more :^) and you can also talk about your dislikes as long as you are respectful.

I think speaking about your dislikes is equally important though, since it might let you to people that also dislike the same things you do and you can share "correct takes" with each other. This is a bit arrogant, to say it that way, but let's face it, that's how it feels. And it's no crime either. Saying: ok whatever but THIS is better/hotter, I'll write it- it's like. Half of why fandom exists. Have fun :^)

I don't think I'll write anything myself anytime soon because I'm well fed by the current works, but who knows. My rudimentary English doesn't hold a candle to the poets of this fandom tho <\3

~

[hkthatgffan]

Irrespective of any debate on whether or not such a follow-up should even happen, if there were to someday be a sequel series to Gravity Falls of some kind, what if Mabel were to be its central protagonist while Dipper took on the supporting deuteragonist role that she originally had? Could you see that working somehow, giving Mabel the central arc and a new overarching mystery to be invested in just as Dipper had in the original series, or not really? This is something I've pondered for awhile now that I've thought about asking a broader audience (such as say, r/gravityfalls), but figured that it'd likely just get sidetracked by either Mabel-Critics or naysayers shooting down any notion of a sequel series to being with.

Interesting question. I think a Mabel focused spin off or sequel would be interesting. Plus, I think it would fit in pretty well with the other Disney TVA shows with protagonists like her personality type. The question really would have to come down to what would the plot and overall goal of the series be?

Maybe it could be a series about Mabel and Ford having adventures or us seeing more into her day to day life. Maybe even a mystery or big goal that only really she can take on. It would be fun especially given the crew may try to explore more in depth ideas with her besides just the usual Mabel tropes and personality type mainstream fans assume she's about; romance plots and boy crazy episodes.

That's something I've said already I feel Disney seems to find itself stuck in with Mabel, in that all we've seen from her post GF in Disney Channel projects not canonical to the main show, is Mabel trying to get a date. The Call Me Mabel song was about that and her dedicated Chibiverse episode was about that.

Now, of course, these are non canon and more Disney projects than Gravity Falls which probably rely on core character traits rather than expanded lore and while they are still great fun and I enjoyed them a lot, if Mabel is the be the main character for a show, I would want us to see more to her than just that so that the average viewer realizes she is more than just a catchphrase machine that likes boys. That's something Alex Hirsch has said he always wanted Mabel to be seen as and it's sad to me when people just devolve her down to that.

Of course, the show had its issues with that and it's something many do still debate and discuss. I wouldn't know 100% where such an idea would go and how it would be tackled, but I think whatever it is, Alex would need to approach it differently to how he did with GF. I have faith he could do right with Mabel given she's a character he wouldn't ever wanna butcher, but he needs a team that understands her in ways that perhaps he may not as well get.

IIRC, when Matt Braly was working on Amphibia, his 4 person writing team had 3 women on it, as he felt that was necessary for a show where the main human characters are 3 high school girls. We all know that Gravity Falls infamously had issues with that type of development regarding characters like Wendy. And even Pacifica, who Matt Braly was a huge factor in for her season 2 development, did not get all the way to the end given the series' direction. I think Matt learned that off GF and made sure the same issues didn't arise on Amphibia, and similarly Dana Terrace given how fast but well done Amity's development in TOH was. It's still something I love both those shows for.

So, for a show where Mabel is the main character, I think a similar approach would be needed so that Mabel has the absolute best possible team writing her out to be the best she can be. A team that is like her and gets her in a way that even the show's creator may not.

That or just get Ariel Hirsch to be the main writer given she is basically THE Mabel, lol.

[artfulacrostic]

OKAY so having reached the end of the redoubtable pali avramapul in concert w/the return of fitzroy angursell + of course the hands of the emperor, the question that i'm stuck on is: does kip know????

SPOILERS CLEARLY INCOMING FOR ALL THREE OF THESE BOOKS. just fyi.

it seems evident from his pov in hands of the emperor that he at least subconsciously knows or suspects something, but also consciously appears to be ignorant. (also please take all of my theorizing w a grain of salt bc i literally blew through these first three books in like five days.) the dream that he recounts to uhhhh. how are we referring to the emperor in fandom. tor?? his radiancy???? that kind of sucks bc he hates that method of address but calling him fitzroy in his capacity as the emperor feels kind of insane (how dare you, victoria goddard, make me feel insane about that when the separation between the parts of himself is such a big theme. i should feel normal about calling him his name. fuck it.) the dream kip recounts to fitzroy just before he leaves on his quest is clearly like. something. there's something happening there w the connection to "domina black" and the blond man. also, kip clearly knows that fitzroy angursell has some kind of importance to the man he knows as the emperor, re: the scene where they have that discussion about if fitzroy angursell should be freed and kip says he should be freed and the moment is just insanely charged. also, in the dream kip knows fitzroy's name and calls it, but when he wakes he can't remember (to what appears to be fitzroy's chagrin). and so maybe on some level kip kind of knows something, whether the something is that artorin damara actually literally is fitzroy angursell or not. so in hands of the emperor (which you'd think would give the clearest answer, being from kip's pov) the answer is like...maybe??

but in the return of fitzroy angursell, fitzroy doesn't really give much of anything about if he thinks kip knows. i mean, he's bringing kip up in his inner monologue every two pages but like, he isn't saying oh yeah kip probably knows who i actually am. he's saying like, ah yes, kip my viceroy who is doing such a good job always. have i mentioned how every helpful project was all kip's idea?? and that's basically it.

and THEN, in the redoubtable pali avramapul, pali is like. this motherfucker knows. he KNOWS. the scenes pali and kip (and fitzroy) share are SO INSANELY DIFFERENT from each perspective that it's driving me fucking crazy, absolutely ass over tea kettle bonkers. pali is like, this bitch clearly knows who i am, he clearly knows who fitzroy is, and he is keeping him LOCKED UP and is 100% the MAIN PROBLEM HERE, and i am going to fucking MURDER HIS ASS. THE MOMENT I GET THE CHANCE.

and kip is like oh wow this woman who my lord loves...:(...i guess i get it though, she seems like, insanely amazing. i would do anything to get tor out of here so that he can be a person and be happy, and she would clearly make him happy, so i am going to specifically cross every boundary imaginable in order to be helpful to the both of them. we are having a productive conversation!!!

and you go back to pali and shes like: IM SWEARING VENGEANCE. IM PRETENDING TO BE NICE BUT IM SWEARING VENGEANCE AND IM GONNA COME BACK AND KIDNAP FITZROY AND KILL THIS SLIMY SON OF A BITCH. (bro i love her sm lmao.)

but i feel like her misunderstanding is clearly borne out of the way that even she can see that kip clearly cares for the person underneath the emperor persona, and so she assumes that he must know him as fitzroy, in order to care that much. but kip, whether he really knows subconsciously or not, just cares. he just cares so much. either way he would care. and pali is so angry at everything that both she and fitzroy have lost (and dealing w huge amounts of internalized guilt) that she is assigning blame to the first person that is readily available to be the scapegoat, even though she should know (as the scholarly expert on the reign of artorin damara) that kip literally has nothing to with stealing fitzroy away in the first place and locking him into his bonds as emperor. at most, he's culpable of standing by for a long time without attempting to help, but the amount of time he spent with fitzroy is the only reason he was able to reach past the boundaries of station imposed on the emperor and start the process that will lead to fitzroy finally being free. so he's technically guilty of not moving faster, but i feel like that was a specific part of the process that could not have happened naturally faster...idk.

but yeah anyway i'm not convinced in the way pali is that kip KNOWS KNOWS, but i feel like maybe somewhere deep down...he kind of knows?? i'm SO interested to start at the feet of the sun, where i feel like prooooobably fitzroy will end up revealing his chosen name and full background to everyone at the palace (meaning our crew of kip, conju, omo, rhodin, etc). i want this reveal so bad it HURTSSSSS. but i felt like i had to get down some of my thoughts before i start bc im feeling crazy about this. but to be fair im feeling crazy about these books in general! so fare thee well, i am diving back in, and do not yet know when i may surface :)

[sidesteppostinghours]

ok. question.

ortega ended up hallucinating sidestep after they "died", but sidestep doesnt know about that. they know it got bad, but never the full extent of how their death affected them. so if your sidestep Did learn, if they found out ortega looked for them in every little piece they could, would that change anything for your sidesteps? would their relationship with ortega be any different?

[loderlied]

sharing some thoughts about deactivating here because it’s been difficult pondering idk.

[insurged]

i finally read the last chapter of jjk and am genuinely confused about people saying that gojo was forgotten? or that it was the worst ending ever?

literally the time he spent with his kiddos and what he taught them is exactly how he'll be remembered. and i think he wouldn't want it any other way rather than them moping about his death at his grave. he wanted them to actually move on, live life and that's what they have now. they get to be to others what gojo was to them: a teacher, a mentor, a friend... even family. :')

[liuisi]

hm.

[clumsypuppy]