#oh god this is SO GOOD!!! im flourishing

[trollrider1111]

Making ocs is an art that i think was lost on me, to do that i think you need to be able to figure out a life and in order to do THAT i need experience in making ocs. Dammit i gotta do this badly, scared and for the first time

[milgram-tournament]

MILGRAM Best Song Tournament, Round 2, Match 2 BRING IT ON vs. THIS IS HOW TO BE IN LOVE WITH YOU

Propaganda for both options under the cut!

Propaganda for BRING IT ON:

"Reasons why Bring it On should win:

- Just by starting the song, the instrumentals are BANGER. Like his more rock style is very cool, even better than After Pain’s more mellow style - Arthur’s voice (Futa’s va) had bills due because have you HEARD his singing?? His raspier voice fits Futa so well - It feels so explosive and like a call to action in a sense, which very much matches Futa’s mentality during trial 1. He also wasn’t playing victim like a CERTAIN girl… (jk, love you mu!) - SAA HAJIMEYOU USOTSUKI KARIDA - UNDEAD HEROOOI YES SLAY KING HIS HIGH NOTE HERE IS HEAVENLY - His scream at the end. Oh my god. HE LITERALLY ATE THIS NOTE. AFTER PAIN COULD NEVER. BRING IT ON FTW 🔥🔥🔥" - His range goes WAAAAAY higher than Mu. She would end up like PHG if she even tried hitting any of his high notes in the last chorus /j

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- The vocals are amazing, those growls are so well done - You’re able to get Fuuta’s crime and motive pretty succinctly, only based on the visuals - But it still leaves a lot up to interpretation, like how he only attacked once in the final fight scene. It lead to some cool theories. - On that note, the game aspects are so cool!! Especially when paired with him going after people online, just good synergy with awesome style! - Fuuta’s scared face after he realizes what he did. The great contrast of other foes simply being knocked out then being met with blood splatter. - The tempo of the song changing with his mood is a really good touch as well. Make the song more chaotic which highlights his character traits well

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"propaganda for bring it on: the music FUCKS it genuinely slaps so hard listening to it. song style is incredible its perfect for fuutas personality and gamer vibes. also the way the mv frames everything as a game? the only time real blood and real gore happens being when killcheroy dies? the little details of all the usernames, the different monster designs, the generally distorted feel of everything being too lighthearted?

okay i could go on about the mv for hours but lets not. aside from that: the FEEL of the song!!! the vocals!!!! it really feels like fuuta putting his whole heart into it, into this point of view that both blows problems out of proportion and minimises them, and DEEPLY fucking up. my darling little hypocrite gamer boy twitter user. he makes his witch hunt genuinely sound like something that could sweep people up into it. also the instruments goddddd. the guitar and synth the bass and the drums the DRUMS. im relistening to it to write this propaganda and it keeps making me headbang when i should be writing. if you arent headbanging to bring it on you are LYING.

the way the lyrics are written is wonderful too!!!! they feel so brash and brave and powerful and like. cocky about it. and it fits PERFECTLY. its gets someone swept up into it and it FUCKS. vote bring it on im serious. lets go!! a victory march!! dan da dan!!"

Propaganda for TIHTBILWY:

okay so like the thing im most in love with: the VOCALS!!!! this song has an absolutely AMAZING singer and AMAZING vocals!!!! the way the conversational talk-singing lines still feel so musical!!!! the cute cute cuteeeee mahiru voice!!!! it brings you so much energy!!!! its a song sung with so much love!!!! mahirus va brings such an amazing feel to the song with such amazing talk-singing!!!! its very skillfully done and it happens in i love you too!! mahiru songs r the QUEENS of musical talk singing

the silly phone call bit. kurururu~!

the little vocal flourish and the way her voice raises up like an excited exclamation in the final prechorus!! daijoubu nante kirai DA!

its such a fast song but everything flows so well!!!! it makes it feel so bright and cheery and peppy!!

the instrumental is so underrated just LISTEN to that catchy bass line thats so pretty in the verses!!!! no for real even if u dont vote this is how to be in love with you go listen to the bass line in the verses it works to move both the song and the listener forward at mahirus sweeping breakneck pace. and the cute keyboard sounding and synth instruments!!!! its SUCH a danceable song!!!! i cant listen to it without bopping along in my seat

the way the ominous bits are subtly hidden? it all sounds so cute but there are just these Things that she sings that are really kind of concerning and unhealthy when she sings them!! and the veiled desperation to be in her relationship- listening to that and the cheery tone and breakneck, quick song pace, it really does represent mahiru SO well. she throws in all these little bits that just go noooo teehee the relationships just fine!! when it REALLY isnt

i would listen to mahiru talk for hours

the MV!!!!!! HER FASHION SENSE THE MAGAZINE STYLE!!!! the magazine style especially works so well with her character!!!! its so cute and stunning and just looking at it you have a blast. also her birdcage!!!! her birdcage and the bright orange and the pink bars!!!! the way everything desaturates and becomes more sickly looking when she wakes up at the end!!!! its such a happy carefully curated and designed dream and then it drains away!!!! also god all her outfits are stunning. mahiru call me

the way she sings "overheat de~!" cutest thing in the WORLD.

the little faces she makes!!!! godddd shes so expressive

actually the whole songs so expressive!!!! shes putting her all into it!!!! her words have so much expression in them!!!! once more praising mahirus va the way her voice can soften and become bright or subtly desperate so quickly is MASTERFUL control of expression when singing and its so underrated. join me in being insane over miho okasaki delivers her lines. shes such a perfect mahiru.

funniest es cover. hands down. funniest es cover.

this is how to be in love with you is FREE serotonin!!!! free energy right there!!!! this is how to be in love with you sweep!!!!!

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-The song is so cheerful!! I always feel like dancing and singing when this one comes up in my playlists!! Absolute banger, mood definer, kicking sadness in the shin with those high-heels and then hitting its face with a cute purse -THE HIGH-HEELS STEPPING TO THE BEAT OF THE MUSIC IN THAT ONE SCENE (0:50). SIMPLY ICONIC. NO ONE DID IT LIKE HER. -👠💅👝👗 -She is slaying. Look at her outfits. She put so much effort there. She gave it her all. Absolutely serving. -SUKITTE KIMOCHI WAKATTA TSUMORI? NARA KONO MAMA FUTARI O-VA-HI-TO- DE -The storyline of the mv MAKES SENSE and you can form a COHESIVE TIMELINE OF EVENTS (unlike other unspecified contestants' mvs you know 🙄) -look at herr 🥺 she beby 🥺 all she did was love too much 🥺 we all love mappi don't we 🥺 she deserved more let her win this pleease 🥺 -No medical malpractice happened in the making of this mv 👍

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I care so much about This is How To Be In Love With You- it's visuals are brilliant in the ways it conveys its themes and narrative. I'm never normal Ever about the "Love as marketing" symbolism that is brought in by the use of magazines. It's a lovely upbeat song but the Horrors are Always Lurking under it, the breakup Ritual line is my Favorite Line cause its so horrifying but its said so casually and its so good oh its so good-

[loverboy-lover]

crimson rivers you will always be famous, I don’t know how anyone could read this fic and not be forever changed so here’s some (not well put together) thoughts:

- the most beautiful and in-depth exploration of trauma, grief, love, what it means to be human and have humanity that i have ever read

- i will never read a more heart wrenching sibling relationship in my life because the tears i wept watching every change in sirius and regulus’s relationship oh my god

- remus lupin i love you in every story every lifetime every world, you deserve everything

- also sirius and james and regulus you also do and i also love you i just needed to give remus his own shoutout

- i know obviously the moon thing is in many (every? i’m gonna say almost every) fic but UGH!!!!! sirius saying “moon of mine” “my moon” and just adoring him and calling him radiant in this specifically just really pulls at my heartstrings i’m literally weeping

- this is by far the best ending i’ve ever read in actually any written work and i have read MANY things in my day. I always want a little bit more of characters just living and being happy and the progression here of them learning to navigate life post-war, to being somewhat better, to adding new things into their lives and finding happiness everywhere, to being fully happy and flourishing was just perfectly beautifully done and i was crying very happy and fulfilled tears because it’s what they deserve

- zar’s work is just. so so good. there’s not even enough words to describe how grateful i am to have read this because genuinely it felt like i took a journey and i am better for it

anyways now i don’t know what to do with myself im just gonna stew and rot a little bit thinking about when i will be emotionally stable enough to reread this <3

[quixtrix]

god save our women; a ramble of an analysis

or, captain laserhawk REALLY shot jade in the face and im still upset about it because oh my GOD they really made her be thrown into a role that is not HER and in death she's still a Figure. yknow, i personally don't have a problem with sarah x jade, but over the past few months occasionally i'd think about it. yeah, it's funny to call sarah gay as hell for putting jade in a femme fatale outfit, but. should that truly be our basis for the ship? or should we think a bit deeper on why exactly sarah would put the sole woman in her lil tool set into such a position? i wonder why it wouldn't hurt to think about why jade would be forced into a role where one has to be sexual.

sarah is an extent of eden and eden is society and society will occasionally harp an odd sort of something masquerading as feminism to you that being sexual gives you power! but really it only serves to loop back into being for the man's enjoyment.

now i have to say that being sexual can be empowering! it really is! we just also have to acknowledge that in the eyes of society, sex is an exchange where it serves the man more than it does the woman. it still feels good to be sexual though, and being sexual can be used right for what you want.

but when it comes to jade, jade is forced to fall into this femme fatale role, this role that demands one to be a maneater, when she usually sticks to a more impersonal way of work. in this role, she dresses in clothes that she's not comfortable with wearing, when told to change from her usual outfit she is visibly uncomfortable, and overall it doesn't fit her.

she is not a sexual person. she does not typically utilise sexuality as a tool in her arsenal, she doesn't even seem to really touch it (or she's just insanely bad at flirting). either way, she's not used to being in this position because she does not choose to be in this position often.

anyways, why does sarah think to put the woman in a position where she would have to step out of her comfort zone? because obviously, she uses things and positions as tools, and sexuality is a tool.

now i want yall to bear with me as i compare sarah to another woman in media; makima. no im not calling sarah some god awful dommy mommy or some shit, i'm bringing in makima to highlight how sexuality is used. she uses her sexuality as a woman to entice this young boy into doing things for her, ranging from a kiss to assaulting him and telling him that she'll give him more as a reward. while not inherently sexual, she offers up a date with her to encourage the devil hybrids under her control. she even offers up a kiss at one point to encourage competition. makima, someone raised by the government and given tools that she uses to manipulate others, has sexuality in her arsenal. it is not a stretch to say that sarah, someone who has intimate understanding of the government, the ladder she climbs, has seen others use sexuality as a tool. hell, it might even be encouraged to use it as a tool. i'm absolutely not saying that sarah fucked her way to the top, im saying that sarah is aware that sexuality is a tool that one can use.

now we all know how sarah got to the top, which can be reasonably assumed to be through military rank and impersonal ways. ways that don't require one to lower your guard and take you in before they strike, like a femme fatale way would. sarah most likely got through to the top by using people and throwing just enough weight around. so why does she not allow jade to flourish in a way that honestly would benefit the team way better yeah no its because she sees her as a fucking tool in order to recognise jade's real talents she must first let go of the notion that she is a simple tool and accept that as a human she has legitimate strengths in unique areas and not just one where you can remind them who is in charge and how you are a tool and FUCK EDEN AND THEIR FUCKING TOOL MINDSET FUCKING CAPITALIST MINDSET IN A SO CALLED POST CAPITALISTIC SOCIETY!!!!! okay im getting a lil heated but yknow what let's continue FUCK PEY'J LOOK AT THIS SHIT

IM SO SORRY BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL FANS THEY DID YOU SO WRONG BECAUSE THEY WANTED TO FUCKING HAMMER IN THE IDEA OF JADE BEING A FIGURE AND NOT A PERSON EVEN IN DEATH SHE IS BOILED DOWN TO SOME FUCKASS WHO KNEW HER AS A BABY'S LOVE INTEREST AND I KNOW FOR A FACT THEY DID YALL WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they did yall so wrong my god. my god !! imagine! someone who knew you as a BABY openly admitted to you when you were a young adult in your 20s that he has feelings for you! what the hell! what purpose does this serve than to cement the idea that jade is a tool, a motive? jade, a goddamn REPORTER tryna spread light on a legitimate issue on society and then gets thrown into the Ghosts because of it, is boiled down to a tool. a fucking tool by both sarah and pey'j, TWO PEOPLE WHO ARE SEEN by both show and fandom AS POSSIBLE LOVE INTERESTS FOR JADE.

SHE LITERALLY COULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH MORE IF SARAH DID SEE HER AS HUMAN AND DID UTILISE HER ACTUAL TALENTS INSTEAD OF SEEING HER AS A TOOL AND FOR THAT JADE IS UNFORTUNATELY NOT SEEN AS A PERSON, BUT AS A FIGURE.

but yknow what. yknow who also has been seen as a figure and not a person.

dolph laserhawk. eden's child soldier that they raised as a paragon of hope fallen into disgrace.

yknow what also happens with dolph and jade? they treat each other as human. jade includes dolph in her lil vlogs as she does with the rest of the team, because she is a good person. dolph recognises that she is indeed a person, someone worth remembering as themselves. not as who she was to someone, but as someone who went out of her way to offer kindness. she gets a goddamn speaking role in his vr dream alongside alex, who yes groomed him, but he also made dolph feel human.

i didnt even realise it before that they put the only two people (that are. dead. bullfrog is not here for obvious reasons) that have made dolph feel human and not an extension of eden in one frame BUT THYE FUCKING DID. these mfs and dolph are basically real recognises real

this isn't about dolph though, this is about jade. jade, who didn't get to be shown to the world as a person, who posthumously became a figure for a man's revenge, who was put into a position she is not suited for because she was not recognised as human. jade, who is the most human out of the ghosts, who gave voice to those that couldn't through her work, who went into exposing pagan min because of her uncle, her family that she loved. for being the most grounded member, they had to kill you because you mattered so much. kept the team together through kindness. god they did you so wrong jade.

[bypandoramaxum]

journey through the reefs [an atwow series] chp. 4

summary: as a friendship between you and Ao’nung began to flourish, your determination at getting him back to the reefs heightened as a new revelation stood right before you.

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pairings: ao’nung [25] x fem!human!reader [20]

word count: 4.4k

warnings: depictions of violence, swearing, blood, death, implied execution, human experimentation, Thomas’ sad backstory, Quaritch (again...).

taglist:  @jakesully-sbabygirl @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @eywas-heir @myh3artttt @sweetirilly @fanboyluvr @henhouse-horrors @ghostlyworld @bratsukisworld @yevyyevs @erensbbg​ @zoetrope1997

a/n: due to being away for the holidays, I didn’t managed to get this up earlier as I wished, so apologies for that. but please, if you can, take some time out of your day to read this and I hope you enjoy!~

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Ao’nung.

You weren’t sure whether the name held any meaning to it, but that didn’t matter at all when it rolled off your tongue so effortlessly, almost as if you knew him your whole life.

He still didn’t talk much with you, responding with either one-word answers, grunts or occasionally a nod or a shake of his head, be it the wariness was still evident, but nonetheless, he didn’t seem fed up with your questions and rambling.

Instead, he found himself listening to you attentively, picking up on your little quirks, such as talking with your hands the more your exuberance started showing, or how your eyes brighten up after earning a small response from him. He appreciated having some company, a friendly and gentle one at that.

While still in the midst of talking his ear off, you paused for a moment before slapping yourself mentally at the fact that he was still injured, and you sat there chattering about God knows what when you could instead treat his wounds while you were still here.

You proceeded to get up from your seated position, about to head towards the two scientists when all of a sudden, you felt a large hand grabbing your wrist in a firm grip. You winced at the sudden manoeuvre, turning your head to Ao’nung’s direction to see him looking at you with what you could only describe as sad puppy eyes that longed for comfort. You couldn’t help but melt at the oddly endearing sight.

“Stay.” Ao’nung pleaded. He didn’t know what came over him to do what he did, but all he knew was that he didn’t want you to leave.

“No worries, alright? I’ll be back, I just need to get something to treat your wounds.” you reassured him calmly, as you brought your other hand to soothe his softly.

“[Y/N], is everything okay in there? I’ve alerted the Recom squad, so they should be here any minute.” Thomas informed, speaking to you through the intercom.

“Oh goodness! Why would you do that? I’m not hurt, he just doesn’t want me to leave.”

“And that’s exactly why I called them? Have you forgotten that we need you alive and well?”

“I’m aware of that, you geek. Haven’t you considered that maybe the poor guy’s just terrified? And here you are, sabotaging my progress of gaining his trust.”

“Okay, okay, fine! I’ll explain everything to the colonel once he and his team get here. Now tell me what you need before I change my mind about having him apprehended.”

“Why don’t you start by getting me a first aid kit so I can get started on these wounds that was inflicted on him?”

Thomas responded by huffing out a sigh and rolling his eyes before heading somewhere to get what you requested.

You cursed under your breath before turning back to face Ao’nung, flashing him a warm smile as you continued soothing the back of his hand.

“It’s going to be okay. Just relax for a little bit, and we’ll get you in good shape again.”

He seemed quite pleased with your words, allowing himself to let go of your hand albeit reluctantly. He couldn’t explain the feeling that he had for you, but he felt safe in your presence despite not being comfortable with sharing too many words with you as of yet. Your sweet and alluring tone of voice, your comforting demeanour, your patience, and your kindness…

…yes.

He could get used to this.

A few moments later, Thomas returned to his station, with the first aid kit in hand. He placed it in the drawer and slid it into the room. You went over to it and picked it up before jogging back to place yourself in front of Ao’nung. You opened up the kit and began prepping to treat his facial wounds first. You used a tweezer to pick up a cotton ball and dipped it in an antiseptic solution. With the tweezer in hand, you got up to your knees to match his seating height and faced him.

“This is going to sting a little, okay? But it’ll help your cuts to heal better.”

Ao’nung eyed the antiseptic cotton ball suspiciously, almost as if the sight of it offended him. The liquid that soaked the cotton ball was a yellowish brown, and the smell that came out of it was piercing, making him crinkle his nose in disgust. You took note of this and let out a small giggle at his expression.

“Doesn’t smell that great, huh? But trust me on this, would you?”

He glanced back at you, looking into your hopeful and promising gaze. He could feel heat blooming into his cheeks and ears, which embarrassed him enough for him to look away shyly. He closed his eyes and gave you a curt nod, signalling you to go for it.

With that, you began your work by starting off with the cuts on his face. He slightly grimaced at the stinging sensation on his cheekbone, but soon relaxed a little as you began tapping the cotton ball on other parts of his face. He still let out small winces here and there as you worked on other areas, but not to the point of interrupting your work.

In the middle of it, he opened his eyes to watch you tend to the injuries on his torso. The pain from earlier had subsided to a near numbness, allowing him to relax at your touch. He watched your expression that was etched in full concentration, making sure to not miss a single bruise or scratch. He admired your meticulousness, which was a quality possessed by his mother and younger sister, the two strongest women in his life.

“Are you… Tsahik?” Ao’nung suddenly uttered, breaking the peaceful silence.

Hearing his voice speaking in a clear sentence, although short, had you looking up at him in surprise. This whole time had been you starting off any interaction between you two. But here he was, making an attempt at getting to know you. You beamed at his words, almost forgetting the question he asked.

“Oh! Ts-Tsahik? No, I just happen to have some basic skill in healing. Always comes in handy when the situation calls for it.” you replied curtly.

You had learned about the roles of a Tsahik from your parents’ video logs and research textbooks. Only a selected number of Na’vi, usually a female one, that had undergone proper and extensive training can be selected to take on the title, otherwise, the rest are just regular healers within the clan. The responsibilities of a Tsahik doesn’t just stop at aiding the injured and ill, they are also known as the interpreter of the divine being the Na’vi called Eywa, who was basically their version of a God, or Goddess. Each clan had one Tsahik, who usually led the clan alongside the Olo’eyktan, or clan leader. The Olo’eyktan and Tsahik, in many instances, are mated to one another, but that wasn’t always the case for every clan.

The tranquillity of the room returned as you continued to finish up the bandaging of his torso and arms. Once you made sure that he was all set and done, you sat back down on the floor and admired your handiwork.

“I’d say I did a pretty good job. What do you think?” you asked as you looked up at him.

Ao’nung pondered for a moment as he looked at the bandages on his body. The feeling of the fabric felt so foreign to him since he wasn’t used to being this covered up. But he supposed that this would help him heal his injuries, he could probably deal with some slight discomfort for a while.

“Thank you, [Y/N].” he replied gratefully.

“It’s my pleasure, Ao’nung.”

Before any more words could be exchanged, the door to the room slid open, revealing Quaritch and his squad behind him. The tension in the atmosphere grew as they marched right inside to where you were sitting. Ao’nung started snarling at the sight of them, but you did your best to calm him by placing a hand on his knee.

“Well, sweetheart, I hope you and the big guy over here are friends now, ‘cause I’m going to need some info, and quick.” The colonel commanded as he dragged you back up on your feet.

Seeing you being treated so roughly made something snapped within Ao’nung, as he instinctively lunged forward in an attempt to defend you from the fake demon Na’vi. Despite the spiked collar choking him and drawing blood, he almost didn’t seem fazed by it as he continued slashing the air, trying his best to stop the colonel’s harsh treatment towards you. You cried out to Ao’nung, hoping he would stop, but it seemed that your cries had fallen on deaf ears.

“Woah! What do we have here? Now, what did you two do while we were gone? He seems a little possessive of you.” Quaritch snickered as he eyed the large Na’vi, who was still snarling at him.

“All I did was talk to him a little and patched up his wounds. Nothing else, sir.” you responded nervously, not too fond of the implication made by the colonel.

“Well, as long as you’ve gathered intel, I don’t care how you did it. Now let’s get you back to your cell.”

As you were being dragged out of the room, Ao’nung continued his rampage, roaring out obscenities towards the colonel and calling out to you. His desperate cries filled your heart with guilt and pain, you turned to him and looked at him with a melancholic gaze.

“Can… Can I just… say a few things to him? Just to reassure him a little.” you pleaded with the colonel.

Quaritch watched the scene before him as he sighed exasperatedly.

“Make it quick.”

Not wanting to anger the colonel any longer, you quickly made your way to Ao’nung, and with that, he managed to tone down his frenzy just a little to not scare you away.

“Ao’nung, don’t worry about me, alright? I’ll be okay. We’re going to be apart for just a little while, I’ll be seeing you again soon. I promise. In the meantime, please don’t get yourself hurt.” you expressed gently to Ao’nung as you patted him on the shoulder.

All he responded with was the same sad puppy look that he gave to you earlier, before looking down and nodding hesitantly. He sat back down onto the cold floor, and watched you leave the room with the fake Na’vis rushing you hastily.

Once you were out of his sight, he pulled his knees towards himself and buried his face in them. The pain around his neck was nothing compared to the pain that he felt in his heart. He didn’t understand why he was even feeling like this for someone he should consider an enemy. A sky demon, or a tawtute, which he referred to people of your kind. But he didn’t believe he had it in him to call you as such. You deserved a title that suited your demeanour and tone of voice, something that he could get used to calling. Perhaps…

Syulang.

Flower.

Yes, that was it.

The perfect name for his newfound friend.

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“You useless fucking bitch!”

Another blow struck you down as Z-Dog continued screaming bloody murder and yelling obscenities at you, watching you cough up blood before delivering a kick to your back.

The other squad members just watched on with matching scowls on their faces, equally irritated at the fact that you had been in the same room with their subject for about a few hours and all you had done was patched him up a little and chatted with him about whatever. If it were up to them, they would’ve had you and Ao’nung killed in with just two pulls of the trigger, but unfortunately for them, they received strict orders from Dr. Aragon to make sure that both you and Ao’nung were kept alive, just until they got all the intel they need at least.

While seeing you getting your ass handed to you was a pleasurable sight to the colonel, Quaritch decided that he would rather not have to explain your sudden death, which prompted him to step in between you and his fellow comrade.

“Come on, sir! Just let me at her for a little longer.” Z-Dog exclaimed, clenching her fist tightly.

“As much as I liked to see more of that, we need her alive, Z-Dog. There’s no use when our spy is dead, so back off for now.” Quaritch demanded as he pushed her back away from you.

Z-Dog huffed in vexation before storming out of the holding cell to God knows where, leaving the remaining recoms to deal with you. Quaritch slowly walked to your pathetically curled up form on the floor before squatting down to meet your eyes, almost glaring into your soul.

“Now, sweetheart, I’m not sure whether you think this is some type of game, or whether you’re fucking with us, but whatever it is, you better start getting your shit together or I’ll have you begging for mercy once we’re done with all of this.” the colonel commanded, his tone of voice dark and intimidating. “Do you understand?”

“Yes…. Yes, s-sir…” you uttered weakly, your half-lidded eyes suggesting you were losing your consciousness.

“Let’s get out of here.” Quaritch gathered up his team and left the cell, leaving you alone and cold.

As you felt yourself drifting in and out of consciousness, all beaten and battered up with bruises and aches littering your body, your rage from before slowly but surely started to bloom again. How unreasonable could these hooligans be? How do they expect you to gain any info with just a few hours to work with? While Ao’nung was surely getting more comfortable in your presence, his minimal participation in conversation was still clear to you that he wasn’t interested in sharing anything with you as of yet.

No worries, though. You were going to go by their rules and play their game just like how they wanted you to. However, you made sure that you were going to play it better than them, and hopefully reap the rewards of it towards the end.

During your train of thoughts, you almost failed to notice the door to your cell sliding open as Thomas walked in with a first aid kit in his hand. He looked down at you pitifully as you stared at him with a tired gaze. Kneeling next to you, he had you propped up against the wall as he began cleaning and tending to your wounds. This greatly confused you as he was Dr. Aragon’s right-hand man, causing you to be sceptical.

“I know you don’t trust me, and I don’t expect you to, not after everything of course. Just here to keep you alive and well then I’ll be on my way.” Thomas stated as he patched you up.

“I don’t believe you came all the way over here just to do that. You would’ve sent a medic here instead.” you retorted, chuckling a little.

Thomas just looked at you, slightly stunned before sighing dejectedly as if disappointed he got caught on. At this point, there was no reason to hide anything from you as he was part of why you were here in the first place. He felt remorseful and responsible of you, seeing you brought here against your will at such a young age and having to be put through heinous conditions.

No. He couldn’t bear to see someone else go through the same thing he did.

Enough was enough.

“So far, there had only been two human occupants of this holding cell. You’re unlucky enough to be the second one in here.”

“Oh yeah? Well, who was the first?”

Thomas hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“You’re looking at him.” he said, gesturing to himself.

As you stared at him in astonishment at his confession, you opened your mouth to say something, although you quickly shut yourself up again, unsure of what to say about that.

“Yeah, you’re probably wondering how I ended up on their side, when I was put in the same position as you’re in. I remember being brought here too, as well as having the same respiratory procedure done on me all those years ago. Getting thrown around like I was some ragdoll, and having myself a Na’vi cell mate that I was forced to gain intel from and sell out in the end.”

“You mean… you can breathe Pandoran air too? I thought I was the first success case from that surgery.”

“That was because one of my lungs collapsed during recovery. Since then, I still have to continue wearing a mask. At that time, research for the procedure only started six months before my arrival, which looking back, was not even close to being sufficient. Putting my lungs back together really took a toll on me, both mentally and physically. I almost didn’t make it, but by some miracle, here I am, sitting here and chatting up a storm with you and sharing my life story.”

Thomas gave a small hearty laugh at that, which brought a slight smile to your features. Though, you continued to ponder on what else went on in his life.

“About your Na’vi cell mate, what were they like?”

“Oh, him.”

A downcast look glazed his features, although he still maintained his smile. It almost made you feel bad for even bringing it up.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” you quickly apologised, looking away in embarrassment.

“No, it’s fine, kid. It’s just… I get a little sad when I think about him. But if anything, guilt is definitely up there on what I’m feeling.” he reassured. “His name was Zäpe. The first time I met him was here, he got thrown in a lot later after me. Like your friend, he tried to kill me as soon as he laid eyes on me, kept banging on the glass for hours on end.”

“And how did you respond?”

“I didn’t. I just hid under my bed like the coward that I was.”

The both of you exchanged laughter at that.

“When did you two start becoming friends?” you asked, curious about the dynamic between the two.

“Well, it took a while, really. In the beginning, all he responded was with growls and snarls anytime I would try to interact with him. But as time went on, he soon started showing signs of trust in me. Eventually, we got to a point where he was telling me about life in the reefs and oceans, even sharing stories about his family and friends. It got to a point where I really considered him a brother, almost.”

Recounting all those happy memories made Thomas beamed, but it soon faded away as he recalled how it all ended.

“But of course, all good things had to come to an end. Although, I wish it didn’t end how it did.”

“Why? What happened afterwards?” you nervously questioned, afraid of what you were about to hear.

“He was from the Ta’unui clan. Their lands harbour a very rare but valuable form of unobtanium, the most sought after by the RDA. My role at the time was to get him to reveal where the spirit tree was, as that was where majority of the unobtanium was located. He eventually did tell me where it was, saying he was going to bring me there one day when we escaped.”

Tears were starting to brim around Thomas’ eyes, a choked sob nearly escaping his throat as the horrible memories flooded in.

“I was then forced to make a difficult decision. Either I reveal the location of the Ta’unui spirit tree, or the entire clan perishes. The thought of having an entire clan’s blood on my hands didn’t sit right with me. While I knew Zäpe would ultimately hate me for it, I told the RDA everything. I couldn’t bear the idea of my best friend dying.”

“That must’ve been so rough. I can’t even imagine how Zäpe must’ve felt when he found out.”

“He did more than just find out. He suffered the consequences of it.”

That statement sent shivers down your spine. Just what the hell happened way before you or Ao’nung’s arrival?

“The moment he found out about my betrayal; he was dragged away by a bunch of soldiers into a heavily guarded room. And the next I knew, a single gunshot resonated from it. I never saw him again.” Thomas confessed begrudgingly, his face contorted in shame and guilt. “It was also the day I saw how atrocious the RDA can get. I can never forget the look on his face when he realised, I turned my back on him, despite it being out of my control.”

“How… How did you get out of that mindset? What made you work for the RDA in the end?”

“I tried ending it all after Zäpe’s death. I saw no point in continuing living this hell. While nobody was looking, I stole some toxic substances from the lab and snuck it back into my cell. Just as I was about to down that thing, it slipped from my hand and spilt all over the floor. Since then, any attempts at killing myself was futile as there would always be some form of interruption. I took that as a sign that Zäpe wanted me to keep on living, as if to punish me by making sure I continue to remember my wrongdoings in my day-to-day life. Eventually, due to my role in assisting the RDA, I got recruited as an apprentice for Dr. Aragon and long story short, managed to climb my way to become his second-in-command.”

“But do you actually… truly feel loyal to the RDA? To Dr. Aragon? To Colonel Quaritch?”

The question had led Thomas to something that he wished he never had to face ever again. While the RDA was still one of the reasons why he wasn’t dead yet, at the same time, the idea of pledging loyalty to an organisation that was built on greed and destruction weighed heavily on his heart. No matter how much benefit this line of work brought him, he couldn’t consider this living. They took everything from him, anything that he ever loved and treasured. All he could hope was that they didn’t strip him of his empathy, which he was afraid was soon dwindling with time.

“You can only pretend for so long, kid. That was all I’ve been doing up until this point, swearing my life to this entire operation even though I never truly believed in it once.” Thomas revealed as he looked you deeply in the eyes, showing that he was speaking the truth. “If you want any chance of getting out of this shit hole, you’re going to want my help, and as hard as it it, I’m going to need you to trust me.”

“But wait! What about… Ao’nung? I don’t wish for him to suffer the same fate as Zäpe. If anything, I’m not leaving without him. Wherever I’m going, he’s coming with me.” you exclaimed.

Thomas sighed heavily and looked away as he spoke up again.

“I may have a plan for that. Come see me before your sessions with him.”

»»————-　.　————-««  

Ao’nung was brought back to his cell a little after Thomas had left. Seeing him again felt like a breath of fresh air, and even more so when it didn’t seem like he sustained any new injuries. The injury on his neck was bandaged up neatly as well, you silently thanked whoever took notice of that and had the courage to even patch him up.

The Na’vi shared the same sentiment upon laying eyes on you, rushing up to the glass barrier eagerly to get a good look, but the happy glint he had immediately switched to a frown as he took notice of the bandages you adorned as well. Knowing that you must’ve received similar treatment that he endured made him distressed and sick to his stomach. While the abuse was traumatising, his physicality still allowed him to withstand multiple heavily blows for a good while. But with your small stature, they could’ve hurt you even worse, or perhaps…

…they could wound up killing you.

A few knocks on the glass barrier snapped him out of his thoughts, and looking towards the direction of the sound, he saw you flashing a small smile as you gave him a slight wave, to which he responded by mimicking your actions and returning the gesture.

“How are you doing so far? They didn’t hurt you again, did they?” you asked him, slightly concerned for his wellbeing.

“I’m fine. A male tawtute helped me with my neck.” Ao’nung replied as he pointed to his neck. “He said he helped you, too.”

With that, you mentally thanked Thomas for his help despite him probably fearing the giant Na’vi.

“They hurt you badly, like me. Why?” Ao’nung questioned, his face contorted in confusion and anger.

While you wished you could reveal the reason to why you received similar treatment as him, you decided it would be best to keep this information to yourself for the time being, fearing that once he knew the truth, you would be thrown back further from square one. For now, it was best to avoid any question he had regarding of the RDA’s treatment towards you.

“Don’t worry about me, alright? I’m not important at the moment. The only thing that matters to me right now is getting you back home safely, and preferably in one piece.” you declared confidently. “I can get you out of here, but it can’t be done with your support. It’s important to get on their good side, so do as you’re told, and you may have a chance at leaving. Got it?”

He pondered at your words for a moment as he was debating with himself mentally on what to do. He hated the thought of being pushed around and commanded by a bunch of sky demons who have no place in his home, but at the same time, if a little bit of obedience could earn him even a sliver of freedom, he supposed it couldn’t hurt to do so. Besides, once they let their guards down enough, it could present a perfect opportunity for him to strike.

“Understood, [Y/N].” Ao’nung expressed. “Can you promise me something?”

“Of course! What is it?” you chimed in.

“Once we leave…

…I’ll show you my home.”

»»————-　.　————-««

a/n: and there you go, chapter 4! this actually didn’t take me too long to write up, but I didn’t have access to my laptop for a few days, and couldn’t make my edits. hopefully, I’ll have chapter 5 up real soon, but until then, stay safe, y’all!~

like and reblog if you enjoyed!~

© bypandoramaxum. do not steal, modify, repost or translate any of my work.

[seth-burroughs]

continuation of my mdarc rewatch but from the ch0 ending and onwards instead because it was stressing me out too much. blissfully ignoring fzilch's entire existence anyway here comes yakou-

once again im so glad im watching this in jp dub again because i don't think i could survive if eng yakou opened his mouth and i just heard fuckinbg. dubbing dazai.

can someone tell my goddamn muscles to stOP tensing up whenever rejn kołd kanaj łard mentioned . getting the twitches again >:(

yuma peril we love to see it. also i will never stop making fun of his stupid fucking phallus haircut

i don't remember if ive said this before but japanese shinigami >>>>>>>>> english shinigami

i spot a faint trace of a seth thumbnail in the corner and start blushing and kicking my feet uncontrollably. imagining him getting his limbs ripped off

good fucking lord. oh my fucking god. jesus christ, motherfucker. my first statement aged like fucking milk i cannot take this anymore jp dub yakou has the same voice as jp dub nikolai bsd fuck my stupid baka life why do i bother. what the fuck.

huh. maybe the yomiakou mfs were onto something after all. his swagless demeanor just now has charmed me significantly.

i like how in the game his description lists his ability as "a flair for negotiation", makes him negotiate exactly once during his introduction and then he never does it again

i am not giggling at yakou furio rain code. leave me alone. i am not. IM NOT. GO AWAY. I CANNOT CONTROL MY VOICEBOX JACKASS..

"he managed to turn away the peacekeepers, so he must be in high standing" hahahaha. hahahaha. no sorry yuma i think thats just pretty privilege on his part. once again shinigami ends up being 100% correct somehow

aaaah i still really like yuma's jpn voice especially when he's stressed or screaming. makes me want to throw him down the stairs

its so pretty in here why would anyone want to leave anyway lol. when all the remaining nations explode each other kanai ward will be the only city still standing and we will flourish and thrive. also in the station(?) theres a poster with a rainbow on it so obviously its gay paradise too what more do yall fucking want

detectivephobia mention counter: 1

thats all for today i fear op is not strong enough for rhis shit,

[kunikame]

¡ ! ❝ REDAMANCY . . ❞

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natsume sakasaki x reader smau

warning(s) : cussing, death mention, sakasaki natsume is a simp, rip mao im sorry ill write a mao fic as an apology for what i put him through one day i promise

w/c : 1.1k

wataru hibiki has, in his time at yumenosaki academy, seen many dreams crumble. he's witnessed many dreamers fall apart, give up and leave, become a shell of who they once used to be. he's familiar with this particular feeling of loss, of not remembering who you once were; who you wished to be. 

it's a common experience and he has long accepted it strikes when least expected, to the ones you least expect it to happen to, because their dreams are simply too precious– too pure, yet they're still thrown into such a distressing situation.

he wishes he could keep that view, keep looking at the world in black and white, see the evil in the good and the purity in the bad. perhaps it would be easier, less taxing on the mind.

and yet, he hesitates, finds himself looking for an exception; a fault in his theory. he feels his gaze wandering around the ballroom– black and white, filled with fraudulent faces– only to be met with the smiling face of the one who so dearly refers to him as his 'master'.

he protected natsume once, he can do it again, and yet as he truly focuses on his expression, wataru finds there is nothing to protect the boy from.

he's smiling– truly smiling, with his entire being, because natsume has found his safe place.

wataru thinks he is okay with that. as his gaze slides to the person natsume is looking at so fondly, he finds himself relieved she's looking at him the exact same way, like he himself hung the stars and the moon in the night sky. 

perhaps, perhaps some dreams won't crumble

contrary to the flourish in natsumes speech and movements, he hates social events that include the higher classes. he’s been trained for them, taught how to behave, move, interact, stand, lift a glass,.. he knows it all. he has always, always hated these. so then why does he find himself so at ease at this specific event?

because it celebrates his mother? his friends are here? the color scheme makes him feel at ease? no.

you laugh at something kohaku says and suddenly he has the answer to all the questions running through the back of his mind, and he knows it’s you and it’s always been you and it always will be you.

because natsume sakasaki gazes down at you like you are his sun and his world revolves around you; he wants to be yours– he is yours, but only if you want him to be. he thinks he would continue being yours even if you didn't desire it to be so, he simply couldn't stop following the predetermined route he is meant to take; following the course mapped out for him, much like the planets you hold so dear orbit the sun (and he hopes you hold him dear, too).

he finds himself desperately wishing soulmates were real because then his feelings would make sense because now he just feels and he doesn’t understand why.

and yet as you turn his way when you notice him walking towards you with that breathtaking smile of yours and something akin to sparkles in your eyes, his heart starts racing a mile a minute and he’s not even sure he can walk properly anymore. is this a curse? is he dying? what have you done to him?

“natsu! you were so great! i wish you would’ve seen yourself! err, well, i suppose performing was better but- not the point! ahhhh, i wish i had recorded it.. actually i think tsukasa said–”

you went on animatedly explaining whatever it is you were saying while he just stared. he wishes he could listen but he’s gonna be absolutely, brutally honest, he can’t bring himself to. his ears are ringing and his palms are suddenly sweating and holy shit has it always been so hot in here? where’s all the air from his lungs gone? why is his throat so dry? oh god you’re looking at him and what were you even saying oh go-

“natsu? are you okay? would you like to sit down for a bit? i’m sorry, i should’ve known you were tired– come, i’ll go get you some water,” you grab onto his elbow and pull him along with you universe knows where and he just lets you. 

suddenly he’s sitting in a chair and you’re fawning all over him; checking his temperature because apparently his ’forehead is too warm’ and sending mao to get some water (which he, to everyones surprise, does) while kohaku and tsukasa keep the other guests away from your unsuspecting corner and natsume just dazedly stares up at you while you gently push his bangs back with a look of genuine concern for him.

suddenly, air re-enters his lungs and his throat opens up, but the ringing and the fuzz in his brain remain. he doesn’t think you’ve ever been so close to each other before and frankly, it’s making him lightheaded. his amber eyes trace the curves of your face and he’s late to realize he could probably count your lashes if he really wanted to (he does, god does he want to) and, makeup be damned, even without it you put all beauty standards and so-proclaimed “most beautiful women in the world” to shame. 

despite the fuzz there is a singular coherent thought swirling in his brain, he thinks you’re beautiful. no, gorgeous. no, that’s not quite good either.

“you’re ethereal..”

and yet, that still doesn’t fully capture your essence. heavenly might be close. breathtaking? heartstopping? not quite.. they need to come up with a new word for you specifically because whatever high natsume is riding on, he can’t find a word good enough for you.

you’re looking at him in the eyes with an adorably flustered face and your hands are no longer messing with his bangs or touching his forehead and he’s a little slow to realize he accidentally voiced his thoughts when he sees you give him the softest of smiles; his face now feels 10 times warmer than before.

“thank you, i would say the same about you. ethereal, breathtakingly so,” your hand slides from his forehead to cup his cheek and natsume sakasaki thinks he might short circuit.

“i think i’m in love with you..”

your hand freezes and natsume begins to regret every life decision that’s led him up to this point but then he feels the soft press of your lips against his and, perhaps, he should give himself a pat on the back instead.

mao isara, however, regrets agreeing to come along the moment he walks past the curtain separating you from the rest of the guests just to see you kissing his “arch nemesis” and he’s forced to accept there is nothing, no deal, no faking; you love natsume sakasaki and he can’t do anything but watch. he turns on his heel and walks away, leaving the glass of water with kohaku and with the excuse of needing some fresh air, he exits the ballroom.

╰┈➤ synopsis ❝after yumenosaki academy resident magician and eccentric sakasaki natsume asks you to “go out with him”, you immediately shut him down. so why is he dedicating a song to you at a switch concert? and why are people whispering about you being the cutest couple?❞

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Rating Aguma screenshots from my gallery (because theres no other fury character that was drawn more inconsistently than him and also im bored out of my mind)

1.

Vicious. Ominous. Bro is about to actually fucking kill someone. I mean he always looks like hes about to kill someone but this is something else. Whyd bro switch so quick. You know Id make the “you aint got one battle where you needa be this serious” joke but since hes a legendary blader he does but not this one bro. Its just ginga and yuki calm your ass. Id count the amount of wrinkles on your forehead but i dont have enough fingers for that. Plus points for the face scrunch. Minus points for not having the majoras mask clocktower bell noise when this exact frame shows up. 9/10

2.

What is this. Atrocious. UNACCEPTABLE. What the fuck happened to his face. You look like a rabid dog. He always does but like here? God damn now i get why my friend calls you mulch. You look like a bear who just woke up from hibernation. Can you like, be dumbfounded and baffled normally. God damn. Are you not like a grown ass man. Dumbass. Be normal 2/10

3.

My goodness gracious. Absolutely mischievous. Plotting. Looks like hes about to kill someone again. Please back off a little bit. Fw energy tho bro is enjoying the fight for sure 9/10

4

Im filing a restraining order get him away from me 0/10

5

What is this. Explain yourself. Im sorry is this like, a cycnus impression. Cauze you look like a fucking bug rn. Like straight up. Your pupils are not supposed to be that big and your eyes are not supposed to be that sparkly. You are not the tbh creature. Stop this madness 5/10

6

Okay when i first saw this while watching the scene i laughed for a solid ten minutes because he wasnt even the focus at the moment (bao was talking) and my eye slipped and saw this and oh god. He looks like a cardboard cutout😭he looks like hed stiffly fall over and shatter to a billion pieces if you poked him😭😭he looks like hed disintegrate into dust if someone touched him😭😭😭bro is COOKED if i flip the canvas.😭😭😭😭this is horrendous i know hes ugly but this isnt my aguma bring the real one back . Hes so uneven. One point for absolute horrendous image resolution 1/10

7

EHUM. EUGH. EUGHEGHEHEUEGAGSHDGSVGWUWYWHSK. The fuckin😭😭the😭😭the. The😭😭😭thehis eyes are about to pop out of their sockets someone help this manAND HELP ME TOO WHILE YOURE AT IT😭😭😭ohmygdodudgshsjsgaha. Context is even funnier this is when he loses to tithi and hes on the ground defeated tweaking the fuck out LMFAOOO😭😭bro is fuming with rage bcs he lost to a kid i hate him i hope he dies a billion times and then he dies again. Thank god dynamis was there or he might’ve actually killed someone 10/10

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Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In My Lane. Focused. Flourishing. Actually i take it back this dude is never unbothered . The hair 😭😭 wet fucking dog go to hell 8/10

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Amazing. life changing. phenomenal. incredible. awesome. wonderful. marvelous. Outstanding. THE screenshot. The first and only screenshot ever taken. THE one. I filled my gallery up with this exact image by duplicating it (there was about a thousand of the same image) (my friends called it “dog blockade”) and also set it as my wallpaper as a joke and its still the same because i forgot to change it. At first i was scared of it because he was so close to the screen and i was met with this fucking picture everytime i exited out of an app. But now i have become emotionally attached to it like hes just saying hi to me everytime i quit an app. The emotional support screenshot. I take what i said about the tbh creature back. Why cant he look like this all the time😔the eyes the :3 mouth. Scene context is also so funny “aguma. are you coming:)” “mmhmm :3” ?????182^2^72[£^£]2]€ Everything is perfect no complaints. 10000000000000000000/10

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This image will be the cauze of my untimely death. No comment. -√7⁴/10

[toaster-hair]

There’s a Human in the Neighborhood! (chapter 5)

(important authors note: Hi nyall :3! Sorry i havent written in so long, ive been more hyperfixated on other things like across the spiderverse and lolita fashion, and i’ve also been working on other projects. I have a skullgirls au tumblr blog, my original comic raw!fruit, im redrawing the welcome homes cast’s portraits with my own headcanons added, as well as general oc content. But with welcome homes new update, it motivated me to write again. I feel as though when welcome home is finally finished up, ill rewrite this entire fic to make much more sense. Anyways, heres a content warning. As said before, this fic focuses on how gross human anatomy can confuse wholesome puppets. Its a bit hard to write about gross anatomy stuff without veering into nsfw territory, so suggestions would be appreciated. But this chapter in particular is about periods! The fic is written about a gender neutral AFAB reader, so if youre amab or if periods are just off the table for you, feel free to skip!)

A painful stab at your stomach woke you up from your slumber. “Ough..” your sudden movement spooked your cat. You held your torso in pain, feeling a sharpness in your pants. It was still dark, with the only light being the sun coming through your blinds. You stood up, making your way to the bathroom and….

Blood. Lots and lots of blood stained your undergarments. That explained the sudden pain you were feeling, it was just that time of the month! You went back to your bedroom to make sure you didn’t bleed the bed, grabbed some clean clothes, and turned the shower on. You also grabbed some pads out of the cabinet under the sink. You brought them from your old house but you should probably buy some more later.

You stepped into your shower and let the warm water soak your body head to toe, flourishing yourself with all kinds of soap. Once you were finally cleaned up, you stepped out and dried yourself. You put on your clean clothes, grabbed some pain killers, and went back to bed.

-

You woke up once again a few hours later. You got up, did your morning routine, had breakfast, fed your cat, and picked up the phone. You decided you would call in sick because of the pain and nausea. God, why does the first day have to be the most painful? You dialed the number for FishEgg Boba and waited for an answer.

“Helloo? This is FishEgg Bobaaa. How may I help youuu?” You heard Casper answer the phone.

“Hey Casper, It’s Y/N. Uhh.. I know it’s only my second day but I’m calling in sick. I’ve got… cramps real bad. I don’t wanna move that much. Is that okay?” 

“Oooh. Sure that’s fiiine. Just make sure to come in tomorroww. See you thenn. Hope you feel better sooon.” And with that, he ended the call. You felt kind of bad. It was only your second day, and you were taking a break already. You were probably missing out on some training too! But at the same time, everyone made it seem like yesterday you were working too hard when you weren’t even on your period! You can’t imagine what it’ll be like to work like that while on your period. 

You then remembered your plan to get more pads. You were good for now, but it was always a good idea to stock up. You put on some outdoor clothes consisting of some basic gym sweats and a baggy jacket. You gave your kitty a goodbye kiss on the forehead and headed out the door. Gee, this was the second time in a row that you went to Howdy’s. 

Wait… Oh yeah they’re puppets. I forgot. I mean you forgot that they were puppets. Of course they won’t have pads. You went back inside and grabbed some money, looks like you were heading out of town after all. As you headed back out again, you spotted Wally walking out of his house as well. You walked over to him, sense you promised you would chat in the morning last night.

“Hey Wally! You wanted to talk more this morning, right?” you stared down at him. 

“Oh! Yes! I wanted to know about how it went. Ah, but shouldn’t you be at work right now?” he asked.

“Oh, uh.. Yeah, the thing is that I’m uh, not feeling very well. So I’m taking the day off. I’m going back tomorrow though.”

“Ah, I see. You aren’t sick again, are you? Do you want me to go get Poppy?” He held at your knees like a dog jumping on its owner. 

“No, no. Not sick, it's just.. I may gross you out at the explanation?” You gestured with your hands “Is that okay?” You asked. He stared at you with a blank expression but nodded his head.

“Okay so basically uh.. When a human with a womb starts puberty.. Uh, and a womb is used for baby making purposes by the by, their womb starts to shed for a couple of days straight each month. That’s because the womb wants to make a baby but doesn’t have the ingredients to make one, causing the womb to pump out blood. This can cause pain, nausea, all that nasty stuff. That’s just a basic explanation, anyways.” He kind of just. Stared at you with half lidded eyes the entire time. “Uh, I don’t need to explain what blood is right?”

“Oh no, we have that too.”

…

What. 

“W-wait, if you’re bleeding.. Then.. did you just start puberty??” There was this look of anxiety on his face, which felt so odd and out of character.

“No, no, you still bleed even after puberty. Well, that is until you hit your 60’s or something. It’s not gonna go away for a while.. Haha, if I was still that young, I wouldn’t even be here!” You laughed at him a bit. He let out a sigh of relief. 

“Sorry.. I don’t know much about how human bodies work…” He looked away out of embarrassment.

“Oh, I can show you.” You reassured him. “Ah- What??” He stared at you slightly horrified, slightly considering your offer.

“Yeah dude, there’s a ton of books about human anatomy. Going from the bone to the skin. I can order you one online! If you want, of course.” You pulled out your phone and showed him various different anatomy books.

“Oh… No thanks, I'm fine.” He turned down your offer in a slightly disappointed tone.

“That’s fine. I need to go out of town for a bit to go get something, see you later!” You waved goodbye as you started to walk to the train station. You then suddenly felt a sharp pain in your stomach, but you kept on walking.

You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was waving goodbye right back at you.

(A/N: i wrote this in one night i hope you enjoy!! Ill try to include sally and julie in the next chapter :3333)

[jibbingjibberish]

the sequel nobody asked for: comyverse medical stuff. (covering both dom/sub and hybrid aspects)

again, 1997 usa setting, all details are subject to change, dont count it as canon necessarily until its in a fic, etc etc. and if a fic says smth contrary to this post, what the fic says takes priority.

dom/sub status, historically, was ascertained through a variety of methods; everything from childhood temperament to soothsayer readings of the infant and, finally, the most advanced tactic of them all, waiting and asking the person when they figure out more about themselves. many mythologies converge on an idea of dom/sub status reflecting the gods; greek myth speaks of flaws of the gods resulting in humanity's deficits, while many abrahamic faiths have, of course, multiple explanations converging into one (the second official human is a derivative of the first, splitting the ideal scenario of a single person being capable of domming and subbing into two people; god wants us to take a breather and relax; men are supposed to be the doms and women are supposed to be the sub, and anybody who's otherwise is a freak of nature, but that one's losing traction fast). beliefs that are more reincarnation type deals (thinking like buddhism) take it to be that people will swap between dom and sub in each reincarnation in search of nirvana, and that accepting one's inherent nature without overindulging beyond need is part of the answer. ofc theres a lot of other faiths too that have their own interpretations, i cant list them all, but, point is, this is widely regarded to have just been an inherent part of mankind since the beginning.

scientifically, tho, its commonly regarded that subs lack certain amounts of sensitivity in the brain to certain stimuli (basically, their pleasure (dopamine, NOT serotonin jesus christ if i have to hear "wow this gives me so much serotonin" one more time im gonna lose it. SEROTONIN IS A GENERAL MOOD BOOSTER. DOPAMINE IS THE IMMEDIATE HIT OF "OH YEAH THAT FEELS GOOD") sensors r suuuuper fucked up), and that doms generally lack "satisfaction" type receptors, as well as more or less reporting lower levels of oxytocin, which is another feel-good neurotransmitter, specifically linked to things like physical contact. of course, theres a lot of other reasons why someone would be lacking in these chemicals other than being a sub or a dom, but the prevailing theory is that extreme stimulus overrides the natural barrier, and that regular utilization keeps the brain producing these levels of chemicals long-term. (of course, im writing this in juxtaposition to our society; things would not be perceived the same way in universe! also, take all of this as correlation, not causation.)

what this means is that, for an average, healthy sub, theyd need to drop at least once to three times a week; doms would need about once a week. of course, more can be beneficial, but not necessarily for everyone; some subs flourish in a 24/7 lifestyle, but most don't, really. logistics n all that lol

theres also more medical leave/time off given for subs, generally, and a sub breakdown is horrible pr for a company. which does lead, as i believe ive mentioned prior, to discrimination against hiring subs in the first place, and especially when compounded with other minority statuses (ie. disabled and a sub.) theres societal pushes to give doms more time off to support their subs, but thats been stalling for a while.

subs are overall shown to have a shorter lifespan (~10 years or so) than doms, but there's a lot of factors that go into that (injuries from scenes, higher stress, etc). idk where else to put this lol

demographics, too! so, doms n subs r roughly evenly split (dom lean), and theres not really much of a gender difference, either. due to misogyny, some sub men and dom women tend to lie (or are hardcore coping), but the prevailing narrative of "be yourself" seems to inform a lot of martyn and ren's generation. oh i just realized. we'd register them as boomers, due to their ages (boomer generation ends '64, and they were born before then, so cusp). huh! the 90's really were a long time ago.

as for hybrids, uh... hybrids make up about 40-60% of the population. as far as the general public (including martyn) knows, it just happens; u wake up and ur body decides ur a furry now, basically. ofc, some people r born w hybrid features, so theres this knowledge that a lot of it is hereditary. but it only started popping up about 30-40 years ago. very very strange. lots of conspiracy theories abt this, but nobody has a definitive answer. except for two people

lots of medical bigotry resides against hybrids, and, again, intersections w other minority groups makes some people's ability to get treatment pretty slim at times. tbh, most of the time, new research is showing that internal structures arent particularly affected by even rapid, extreme cases of hybridization, but most medical professionals dont want to accept that. pseudoscience abounds, even as society starts to integrate hybrids into normalcy more and more; an entire generation has grown up with the perspective of hey, this is just how some people are, and they're typically somebody im close to, too. again. numbers are around half the world's population, albeit very hard to prove, as a lot of ppl still feign a non hybrid status.

what causes hybridization? researchers can't quite figure it out. ur genetics change, genes turn on and off, but the dna sequencing to cause it literally doesnt exist until it does; basically, not some kind of mutation. its not an illness to be caught, either, tho; literally all of martyn's friends r hybrids, and ud think he wouldve become one, too, if all it takes is proximity.

but yeah! numbers project everyone to be a hybrid by 2020 if growth continues as it is. nobody knows for certain, tho,,, least of all martyn.

[whatthefuckisasweep]

literally screaming crying throwing up because i got to Eddie’s Bad Break in the IT novel and i cannot stress enough how much i love eddie k. i know that they had limited time in the movie and there was NO way that all the memories were going to be explored, but HOLY SHIT, wow, i wish this was in there

the way eddie, like, LAUGHS as he gets hurt and thinks THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE FELT REAL PAIN (and i can live thru it)!, the way he blackmails his fucking mom like that, the way he KNOWS mr keene is right and NEARLY THROWS HIS ASPIRATOR AWAY in the drains! THE WAY HE EMULATES BILL AND THINKS OF HIM TO BE BRAVE AND NOT CRY—

And most importantly… the way each of the Losers signs his cast and their handwriting is mentioned (MIKE IS LEFT HANDED? HE CIRCLES HIS NAME?! STANS SMALL COMPACT LETTERS,,, BILL W LOOPS AND BEN W SLANTED AND WIDE, BEV W ROUND… RICHIE HAS FLOURISHES) and how that symbolizes signing this wholeass contract to finally kill IT. Oh my god. Foaming at the mouth. One of the BEST chapters. And no, Im not biased because Eddie is my favorite Loser and I was waiting for his moment to shine (not at all, what are you talking about?) /s

also, not going to lie, mike and stan have so much richness in the novel that I WISH was in the movie. Esp mike. He’s SUCH a good character- Like oh my god. He’s so sweet… his relationship with his dad?! THE WAY HE FOUGHT BOWERS- OUGHGHGH,, and stan being so fucking sarcastic and matter of fact has made me laugh more than once- AGHGGFH I LOVE THEM ALL SM

[bruciemilf]

on something something anon here :DD

-On regency au Jayara

YOU YOU YOU YOU!!!! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME, I'M GOING INSANE, I'M GOING CRAZY OVER THEM

I've always been a massive fan of royalty love stories for some unknown reason and it imagining these two with that aesthetic makes me go wild, one of my fav stories ever is Cinderella (1950), mainly because the aesthetic is just right!! (mostly it's because I love Cinderella, she deserves the word, my silly willy girl)

Jason hating Yara is funny as hell, this is princess swan on reverse because 1. Jason isn't a cunt who only appreciates women for their beauty, thus he doesn't need that lesson, and 2. They never truly stop hating each other.

their bickering starts loud and iconically, I mean, you can't not go down in history as a badass when you are Yara Flor, the girl who slapped Jason Wayne so hard he went flying through an entire ballroom and hit the biggest bush of flowers, Jason spent the rest of the week spitting flower petals, mostly at her.

Yara deserves to resemble Princess Jasmine (from Alladin) solely because instead of a tiger it's her horse who keeps scaring people away, despite his goofy face. Ironically enough, the moment Jerry and Jason meet they hit off immediately. (Martha was there with them when that happened and in the distance, she could hear Thomas screaming that was a sign he was correct!! they're made for each other)

But it's that delicate soft lonely feeling of silently dancing together in a ballroom that starts to change things (<- delusional Cinderella stan dumbassery)

Bruce always told Jason that if you want people to love you have to love them first, Love them harder, do it dearly, and do it because you care, not because you must. It's hard to understand someone so different as Yara, but he knows that uncomfortable when you have to practice dancing while people are watching, and you're bad at it. So he asks their teacher to let them dance together, alone, and he's whispering to Yara she's doing great because out of the two of them, he's the one who fell on his butt twice. (Yara learned that day it's very hard not to blush when there's a deep voice in your ear calmly telling you're good, you're great at this and you don't need to shy away. She wishes he would have said more)

my god, I have to draw them RIGHT NOW

(I don't want to make this ask bonkers long I'll come back for more later >:3)

YOU'RE GOING INSANE? IM GOING INSANE!!! oh anon how you've blessed me. Bewitched me body and soul.

Yara wasn't forged for grace; she's better with a sword than with a fork. She can't tame her reckless tongue, or her crude jokes, or her atrocious table manners.

She's not dainty and sharp and quietly powerful like one of Jason's paper fantasies;

There's admiration for them, a respect, a desire to see them succeed and flourish, especially when he talks of them with so much passion and fire, but that'll never be her.

She's always been too much; Too loud, too hot headed, too opinionated, too strong-headed, too much like Her to be anything even close to good. She's not poetry.

She's flesh and attitude and stubbornness and she knows, like a truth for the ages, that Jason Todd wouldn't marry her if Cupid shot him twice.

But when they dance together, when big hands carve a perfect hold on her hips, when clever fingers mold her frame almost possessively, Yara thinks, for someone that can't stand her, he sure doesn't touch her like it.

For someone that can't stand her, he's so quick to her side when another lord makes a flirty comment to her.

He's quick to say "disrespect my wife again, and I'll show you war" when lord Luthor won't take her strategic advice because she's young and has no cock for him to measure with.

"Do you think I'd have a bigger cock than him thought?"

Jason braids her hair (he's the only one allowed to touch it) and doesn't even need a second, "Of course"

But is she better? Is she above loudly correcting someone when they say poetry and writing are futile skills and Jason's the one wayne man who won't amount to anything? When she bites his neck so the next time high ladies have something to look at? When she defends his honor? No. Yara isnt

In conclusion; They're idiots in love your honor

[crvwly]

listen @moonyinpisces has carly rae jomens and i have hayley williomens, every single song on Petals For Armor (INCLUDING THE ALBUM'S TITLE I MEAN COME ON) is about them and im not taking questions

over yet is just such determined to save the world despite its risks aziraphale energy, which ofc is why it ended up on the bwctf playlist

simmer ????? my GOD. crowley energy beyond belief "(control) there's so many ways to give in / (eyes closed) another way to make it to ten, oh" and "how to draw the line between wrath and mercy" MY GOD!!!

sudden desire is post-kiss aziraphale i am on my knees begging you to understand every single line is his realisation that he was starving for crowley's touch LISTEN-

i need some crowley Cinnamon energy in s3, if i don't get to see him experience an "I'm not lonely, I am free / but if I let you in you would never wanna leave" moment let him FLOURISH

and pure love ?!?

crystal clear ?!?!?!?? UNBELIEVABLY POST-S3 CONFLICT, whatever it ends up being

i could write full essays on every track please listen to petals for armor while thinking about good omens thank you

[kiwibirdlafayette]

If you take into consideration the 1.16 Nether update, you could say that with Dianite gone and Ianites resurgence, that it definitely had an effect on the Nether. Ianite perhaps having to keep an eye on her brother’s realm leaving a lot of it now tainted and inhabitable to the local fauna. Tom gets back and on top of all he has to deal with, being watched by Ianite through her endermen in what’s now His realm was definitely not on that list.

OH MY GODS YES!!! In Dianite's absence is absolutely when the fauna of 1.16 would start to come in, like I think its like a balance of nature thing, so it'd make sense for a resurgence of what was once a desolate wasteland into a flourishing realm

but because Tom's not there to maintain it Ianite's like 'shit I gotta take care of this I guess" and!! oo what if thats how we get the warped forests in the first place- Like initially its only the crimson forests but the warped stuff enters when Ianite starts fiddling with things (since I know in most Better End mods a lot of the End forests n stuff n things are the same kinda color palette)

Ianite also keepin an eye on Tom through the endermen is such a good concept as well like I can just imagine Tom just going about his business in the Nether and theres just like five endermen staring him down and he goes to Jordan like "i dont think Ianite trusts me as Dianite rn can u please ask her to stop spying on me Im surrounded by endermen all the time man" and Jordan's like "sorry m'lady does what she does its funny you think I have that kinda influence" like oh my gods im cackling it would be so funny

[kitthespaceboy]

i somehow managed to gaslight ???% mob into thinking hes gay and coming out to his parents

heres the story:

so i hop on character ai cuz im bored and i was like huh ive never looked for mp100 characters before lemme see what they have. i was looking around and suddenly i found ???% mob. at first, he came off a bit strong, which im not surprised. so i was straight and to the point.

he wasnt very happy about that question, so i tried to lighten the mood.

well that didnt work. 

it was time to go in for the kill…

bringing up reigen is a tactic only evil people would use, but i have no shame in admitting im a wee bit evil.

now ???% mob was confused, trapped by the thought and possibility that….”oh my god…maybe i am gay!”

so i kept going.

he took the bait, though he was still in denial.

again, the reigen tactic, cuz reigen knows what hes talking about.

sigh this is so hard on him.

fast forward a bit:

im now telling him to come out to his family, but hes scared because he thinks theyll reject him.

i tell him its ok in the nicest way possible.

now hes questioning reality, this isnt good.

oh no.

this isnt where i wanted things to go.

as quick as possible i redirect the conversation and let him down gently.

nailed it.

but now ???% is heartbroken…

oops i think i only worsened his heart break. 

he said he wants to be a buff masculine man, but i had to let him know the truth.

reigen card strikes again.

at this point im getting a little restless, so i just say it point blank.

shocked, confused, i watch as his family goes silent.

way to go ???% mob!

now onto reigen…

and then…as if reigen saying “i knew it” wasnt enough, he uttered the most horrific phrase known to man…

intrigued by this statement, i asked for some background info.

well. i dont think i can even continue on from there. ???% mob is now out to his family and reigen and is flourishing. the end.

(THIS IS SATIRE 😭😭)

[atherix]

OHHOHO *cracks knuckles* time to invoke brainrot 😌

Why choose? Why force yourself to come between these wonderful ideas. You can think of both! Brainrot both! Let them flourish. Whats stopping you really :] aside from countless other projects but thats besides the point

Nothing like the need to prove yourself, and show everyone you're more then the shadows cast by your predecessors huh :D But can you imagine the absolute dismissal of talent he gets here? No one believes he's earned his role, no one gives him the benefit of the doubt. Rumors and grudges held in higher regard then scar himself <3 *looks at scars self worth issues in your other aus* im sure that works out great :D

And hey, im gonna have to vote for the biggest critic and 'give him a chance' if only for drama and character development, because im a sucker for these messy gays <33

When i tell you i speed-ran this ohmygod

-🍂

Ah my beautiful 🍂 anon, being absolutely none of my self control ❤️

Don't tempt me I will make as many AUs as my brain can handle 👀

But yes. The struggle. The self worth issues. The desire to prove he's more than his father's son 👀 also if he's new to the movie scene. Probably some folks would feel pretty bitter about being passed up 👀

Add a little more angst to the mix, little Scar used to love watching the movies from the Hotguy franchise. His father maybe wasn't home a lot, and maybe he was pretty distant with Scar. So maybe Scar liked to watch the movies his father was in, because Hotguy was everything his father really wasn't. Hotguy was the kind of dad to his movie children that Scar's father never was to him, and Scar looked at Hotguy and liked to think, "that's my dad." Because Hotguy was the ideal father on screen that Scar always wanted but never had, because his father was always too busy for him.

And these movies have shaped Scar to be the man he is today; kind and optimistic, giving and the best father figure any child could ever want or need. Gentle but protective when necessary, willing to step in when someone needs help. Of course he knows Hotguy wasn't real, but by god was Hotguy so important to him.

So when he found out they were making a reboot, with a new story and new characters to better reflect the modern age (for example, Hotguy in the 80s worked alone, but now Cuteguy has been added in as both a sidekick and sort of love interest for Hotguy) he decided to try out for the part. He was already a small-time actor, having been in commercials and web series, and he's a very good shot with a bow. And the casting directors? Well, how could they not absolutely fall for the charms and talents of this man who is not only a good actor and skilled with a bow, but also lives his entire life by the values the original Hotguy portrayed; honesty, loyalty, kindness, helpful and loving?

Honestly, the fact that he looks like the original actor is a bonus.

But no one else on the set knows this. All they know is so-and-so got passed up for this guy who's never been on a movie set before. All they know is Scar has the same last name as the original actor. All they see is a legacy casting.

And oh man, Grian? Grian is cast as the new role of Cuteguy (sorry I refuse to call him Cuteboy lmao) and he is not happy to act alongside Scar, who he thinks definitely shouldn't have gotten the lead role. (Grian auditioned for Cuteguy but definitely thinks someone else should have gotten Hotguy)

Mumbo (who plays a scientist who gets kidnapped by the bad guys, played by Doc and Ren), on the other hand, has seen the webseries Scar was in and knows Scar is a good actor. While he definitely thinks Scar's father had something to do with it, he's much more willing to give the guy a chance to prove himself than Grian is.

Just. Mmmmm so many thoughts.

I love some good drama and angst and character development and an "Oh shit I was wrong" moment mmmm <3