#maybe ill ATTEMPT to write it....

[absurdumsid]

i DESPERATELY need to talk about bar sanses and at this point im willing to rewrite that stupid fanfic

[feelo-fick]

I WANT ENDLESS BLISS!!!

HALF-AWAKE, HALF-DEAD, HALF-LIFE CRISIS

ALL NATURAL POMEGRANATE PULP.

FERMENTED TO PERFECTION, SAVOUR YOUR SAVIOR.

Q: What's your favourite food? A: THE ALE THEY SERVE AT THE TAVERN!

other versions : )

[aroanthy]

trying to write something about how much i hate the ‘misandry in utena/the utena fandom’ crowd but it feels kind of redundant to me. i think i just don’t consider people who use the word ‘misandry’ serious people. i do however feel an obligation to occasionally make my position clear on that front, because im aware i tougapost and some people love to bring that guy up as the misandry in the utena fandom poster boy. which is so fucking stupid because touga is not victimised by ‘misandry’, touga is victimised by homophobic violence which is wrapped up in misogynistic violence, both of which are the cogs in the machine we call patriarchy. touga is not affected by misogyny in the same way that anthy is, that’s one of the key takeaways you can get from their being foils, and i don’t really like the whole ‘oh patriarchy hurts men too’ stuff because it neglects the fact that men reap so many material benefits from what some people deem ‘harm’ to them (emotional repression being the big one. it’s not great but when you’re the privileged party and gain power from it, who cares? it’s like the inverse of kozue trying to use sexuality to gain power: she can’t do that). but touga is a shitty dysfunctional person who has been shaped by violence and in turn perpetuated violence, and his character excels, imho, at examining how patriarchy functions and attempts to homogenise life’s many complexities. same deal as nanami really. they just play different roles in this gender essentialist nightmare that crunches out any grit. and you can extend that idea to all rgu characters but i am who i am and that is a kiryuu siblings enjoyer

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

when the art block hitteth

[ravs6709]

idk if this is something im maybe hallucinating or maybe its just the posts that i see occasionally but ifl sometimes its hard for the fandom to let yjh exist outside of kdj?? like i know the whole kdj being the reason for the story and yjh as an extension to exist is a thing but yjh separating himself from the narrative and establishing himself as not just the protagonist but a person is Also a thing and i feel like we don't talk about it as much.

like i dont know man!! maybe this is all in my head but sooo much of the yjh content also doubles as joongdok?? and you KNOW i love good joongdok but where are the character studies. where are the deep dives. where is the acknowledging yjh as an intricately convoluted and complex characters with his own wishes and desires and the way those desires fuel the narrative like goddddd hes SUCH a Character i think we need to discuss it more. anyways hes my fave btw no one gets him like i do

NO YOURE SO RIGHT THAT IS EXACTLY WHATS HAPPENING

Like yjh becoming a Person is his whole growth??? I haven't been consuming nearly as much orv content, and I'm pretty sure it's for this very reason cause I want more character studies so bad!! Or dynamics with other members of kimcom!!

You ever think about him and mia, mia who is suddenly so distant from her brother, you ever think about him and jihye, how she wants to be strong like him

Or sp!!! Who carries so much grief, and it saddens me that his "why is it not me, but you?" line got reduced to "oh he's jealous he doesn't have a kdj" when it's "he doesn't have ANY companions he doesn't have a SISTER A DISCIPLE A TEACHER"

[freaky-flawless]

Holt calls him "Neighthan Hot"

(ID in Alt)

[unforgivenn]

WOLLEMI DAY 5- CAUGHT

CW: Young whumpee, Themes of captivity, a lil bit of manipulation, pet whump, failed escape attempt, future punishment mention, uhm dominant, creepy asf whumper, andd a pinch of trauma, alcohol consumption

The air was thick with laughter, clinking glasses, and the pulsating beats of music. The party’s that Dominic kept were extraordinary, only the kinds that the elite of the country got to experience. Guess, Caleb should consider himself lucky then… Dominic had made it clear that he absolutely needed him to be there to introduce his sweet pet to his friends. 

Caleb had thought about it a lot, Maybe.. Maybe someone there would see and help him! No, No.. Dominic’s friends would be no different from him. Maybe even worse…  He shuddered. He had been planning an escape for so, so long since the last time he failed. But this time there would be no failing. He knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the torture that Dominic would have in store for him. Caleb knew that there was no way he could actually run from Dominic. He had learnt it the first time.. But he needed something, something that could make him feel that he wasn’t going brain-dead under his captor and still have some defiance under him.

As the night wore on and the alcohol flowed freely, Caleb's attention turned increasingly towards Dominic. He wanted to show him off, to display his dominance and control to his friends. It was a sick game, one where Caleb was merely a pawn. He was there kneeling at Dominic’s side like a good little kitten that he was.

He noticed how Dominic was slowly starting to slur his words, how he squinted his eyes slightly to see properly and how his leg bounced up and down. He waited for a while before Dominic finally excused himself to go the washroom telling Caleb to be a good pet and stay though his speech was incoherent. Caleb looked at Dominic’s friends, all of them were busy talking with each other or just drinking. 

He finally saw an opening until he suddenly got up and bolted outside trying to find the front door, his heart pumping with adrenaline. He heard a familiar “Caleb!!” behind him though that just made him run faster desperate to get away. As soon as his hand opened the front door two figures entered blinking at him before grinning. He freezed momentarily as the realization sank in. He was pulled by his armpits by either one of them with a tight hold on him as they dragged him back to his tormentor. Caleb didn’t even try to fight, he just looked down not able to believe it. He had been so close. So close.. Then.. why..? He knew the plan was childish. That he would never be able to get away from his fate. But.. he had this small hope in him that maybe. Maybe it would work it somehow.. “Hope. It’s a child’s play.”  Dominic had once told him. The two men threw him on the floor infront of Dominic. 

“Take better care of your toy, Sinclair” Dominic didn’t even pay attention to what they said, simply swatting them away and walking towards his traumatized kitten and forcing his jaw up to look him in the eye. Oh how he loved when the spark in their eye goes away.

“Trying to slip away. Were we? Well we’ve got to make sure that doesn’t happen again right” He said somehow seeming completely sober now… Maybe he shouldn’t have tried running away..

[d8tl55c]

can't believe i inflicted --|"/,'\_|-•/_' on this poor whiteboard

it's closed now but i had a lot of fun coming in late and messing around... complimenting people anonymously... being cryptic...

[ CC:

Dark (code): WOAH WOAH WOAH! hold on!

Second: ?????

Dark (code): before i die...

know this

...

gotcha

Chosen (code): STOP!

Chosen (code): you're going to waste so much time!!!*

Dark (code): THAT'S WHY IT'S FUNNY

Chosen (code): DAMN IT DARK ]

* --|"/,'\_|-•/_' is hard to translate quickly

[ CC:

Dark (code): *lol*

Chosen (reluctantly): *also lol* ]

it's an inside joke with myself that Dark and Chosen learned / made up / found my secret code, --|"/,'\_|-•/_' , and that's just how they talk now by default. either to mess with people, for privacy, or just that they didn't feel like learning other languages...

or...?

and then i stumbled upon @nesiclor's AvA:NO and one of(?!?! so many questions- i am excited to see where this goes! it's wicked cool thus far \o/) its languages (example from last July) and... ideas happened.

something about different types of stickfigures' code consisting of different proportions of --|"/,'\_|-•/_' ... with connections to '/|..'L'_'||-• '/-|L'-_[,- ... involving the unique dialects its original writers had ... many ideas!

a bit of hcs about the Internet/Desktop environment, a bit of biology, a bit of psychology, a little in and a little out of canon, etc. etc.

this all culminated in a jumble of notes fic exploring a scenario where when Second meets CG in AvA IV, they don't understand him at first: his speech sounds kind of like hard drive whirring and error beeps.

but then, pop! he acclimates to how the others are speaking. that's convenient. everyone forgets it ever happened. think that scene in WALL-E when EVE tries out a bunch of languages before finding one that works. or little kids working out how to talk to one another easily because they're so good at language acquisition...

...until the chosen one returns, you could say,

and huh y'know something about the sound he makes is familiar

[ CC:

Dark (code): LOL

Dark (code): look at this guy

Chosen (code): lmao

Second: ??? ]

aaaaand shenanigans ensue.

that's more of a small AU than a headcanon of mine though. and i probably won't even post that fic

it's mostly very dramatic, stream-of-consciousness bullet points

and why they're being friendly with post-ep.V Dark is another story entirely (long story short this time i just made it as a meme before thinking about ANY of this-)

but regardless

you'll probably see more |-•( |'['-L'[,- from me. ~

[ghoulangerlee]

i still need to listen to the live album sdalfs instead if spent the day listening to old welles music

its a really good album tbh

[undefeatablesin]

Finished LoP. Technically.

[orangegaytorade]

Yknow what's crazy in all of this watching of Supernatural? I can understand that some of the women in this show were portrayed sometimes as an attempt of being worthy of fan praise or just being liked but because their writing is lacking and doesn't truly explore their background it almost always falls short.

The only exceptions to this right now (i'm in the middle of S4) is Ruby who is playing a kinda vital part in the narrative and a little bit of Mary Winchester because we learned about her past before she got married.

[neoneun-au]

remembering these two really sweet ideas for seokmin fics i had...

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ough i wanna draw so bad but my arms are virtually Unusable... too much lifting and hauling... in other news i felt True and Intense Pining today for the soft, delightful, tiny pig beanie baby in a diner gift shop. she was a wonderful pink with a lovely purple nose...

[heliosynchronisity]

i keep telling myself i'll post more writing/worldbuilding here but everytime i read my writing im like ಠ▃ಠ and thus feel the need to edit it before posting but then i dont have the energy so i dont. so for now im gonna drop a tease abt my old fantasy race i made and maybe itll give me the motivation to maybe talk abt it at some point. It's a project i only work on like once a year but i still think theyre cool

[sammygender]

guys this is insane. i literally think half the reason its so easy for me to write spn shit is because of the way motivations r so embedded into the characters. nothing has ever illustrated this extremely basic fiction writing principle as well as this before. now i can see it in everything. that stupid ass and extremely funny to me post i dashed off about john thinking sam's gay and dean thinking john's homophobic? dean wants, in a worried, emotional way, to convince john sam is straight. john wants to find out, in a vague and casual way, if dean thinks sam is gay. this is such a game changer. everyone wants things

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Ambitious

Out of all the things Mo Xuanyu could have been ambitious about, he just had to choose his crushes. Not his studies, not his hobbies, not a career - he was fine being mediocre in those (average, his friend Nie Huaisang often corrected him - "negative self talk ruins your self esteem, A-Yu, and you already have your aunt to do that for you!") but he just had to go out there and harbor a major double crush on the two most attractive and most intelligent and most wanted and most definitely taken (by each other, no less) Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.

("It's a sign of good taste, Xuanyu!" MianMian had told him once when he bared his soul to her 3 beers in on a Tuesday night after a long string of hard classes. "Everyone's had a crush at least on one of them at some point in their lives. Even I did. It's like a rite of passage or something.")

Except Mo Xuanyu didn't know how to move on from these crushes.

First, because they were perfect. God's gift to Earth, in fact - or at least that was what Xuanyu thought. They were the opposite ends of the hotness spectrum: one charismatic and sociable and mischevious, the other cold, calculated and mysterious. Both of them unbearably attractive.

And second - because Mo Xuanyu had somehow become close friends with both of them. He didn't know how, genuinely! They simply clicked with each other when a professor grouped them up for a project and things progressed from there. And it was great!

Except for the fact that Mo Xuanyu felt like the entire butterfly collection he used to have at home (that his bitch of a cousin had thrown out in a fit of idiocy) had come alive inside his stomach every time he was around either of his two friends (or both, actually, which was most often).

And it wasn't fair at all! They were good, kind people and they opened up Mo Xuanyu's social circle a lot, they helped him come out of his shell and introduced him to so many fun opportunities - and there he was, ungrateful, imagining all sorts of things with the both of them, ranging from sweet afternoons baking to... less wholesome situations, all while knowing the two were happy and in love with one another (and definitely not with anyone else, much less someone the likes of Mo Xuanyu, negative self talk be damned).

Regardless, what Mo Xuanyu hadn't considered was the possibility of Wei Ying and Lan Zhan having been so nice to him also because they liked him - romantically. That wasn't in the realm of possibility for him, not even as Xue Yang, his self-proclaimed best friend, had insinuated it (well, maybe insinuation was a bit too elegant of a word, Xue Yang had straight up told Mo Xuanyu the two probably wanted a threeway with him).

Regardless, it was much to Mo Xuanyu's surprise to be taken out to dinner at a fancy local restaurant he could only dream of, at most, bartending at - and asked if he would be willing to try polyamory.

"I know this must seem out of the blue," Wei Ying said and it took all Mo Xuanyu had not to respond with 'no, shit!', "and you don't have to give an answer right now, just think about this and if you'd be willing to try it."

"Have you? Before, I mean..."

"Ah no, Lan Zhan's way too possessive." And the man hummed in acknowledgement as he daintily ate some kind of dish Mo Xuanyu couldn't even be bothered to pronounce correctly.

"But," Wei Ying continued, "we both like you and we have a really good dynamic so far, so we thought it wouldn't hurt to ask, you know?"

"Do not feel pressured." Lan Zhan finally spoke. "If this is not something you would enjoy, it is fine. We can continue our friendship regardless."

"Exactly! So whatever you decide, we are perfectly fine with it, we just want you to be comfortable with it and with us."

"What about..." their families? Their friends? Their reputations? It wasn't just the lifestyle that was still controversial for some, but Mo Xuanyu himself. There had been some scandals ("the devil works hard but Meng Yao works harder" in the wise words of a drunk Nie Huaisang) and people sometimes still looked weirdly towards Mo Xuanyu and whoever associated with him. Last thing he wanted was Wei Ying and Lan Zhan to go through that kind of thing.

"Do not worry about such things." Lan Zhan said, as if reading Xuanyu's mind.

"It's not like we're the kind of people that care what others think. And we know the truth anyway, so it doesn't matter."

That was true, Xuanyu conceded.

"But anyway, it's up to you, and what you want."

And that had been probably the first time Mo Xuanyu had been allowed to choose for himself.

He would make it count.