#only a vessel to do what he wants and when i dont wanna he gets mad

[poppy-metal]

patricks biggest trigger is being dismissed or ignored so if you want to really piss him off you have to brush him off, be flippant, be cold - cause that shit riles him right the fuck up. patrick zweig is all fire and brimstone and heat. he'd rather pop blood vessels screaming at each other than deal with the cold shoulder. its fucking aggravating when people hide how they feel, when they aren't honest, when they'd rather belittle him or whats going on than confront it head on. i imagine you learn this quickly when after your first intense fight, you block him. think you'll ignore him for a couple days till you cool down, only for him to be barging into your space an hour later with that angry tick in his jaw. i imagine you learn quickly not to try and tune him out either when he yanks you back around to face him and i imagine you learn quickly what rolling your eyes gets you when you find your face in the pillow of your bed, sobbing into it as you're fucked from behind - the only rolling your eyes doing then is into the back of your head when patrick brings his hand down in a hard smack across your already burning ass, "you wanna ignore me now you fucking little brat?"

no, no you dont.

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

corrupt!Toji

A/N: this is obviously a bit dark seeing as that's who Toji is. Can only imagine what corrupt!Toji would get into..

corrupt!Toji is whole different species. Not really a vessel per se.. The curse wasn't strong enough to posses him; Toji completely consumed the entity. But clearly it didn't agree with him. Fuckin guy was more abrasive and aggressive than ever. "Toji, stop! Let em go. He didn't mean it that way and you know it!" You yank at Toji, who's currently got his son pinned to a wall outside the school. He looks at you, large hand locked round Megumi's throat squeezin as he dangles him a few feet from the ground. "Yeah? Is that what I know? Think I only know what I can see.. And what I saw was this lil spit fucks hands wrap round your waist. My waist." Toji turns back to Megumi, who's gasping for air and clawing at his hold. "Now in my opinon, sounds like someone has a fuckin death wish, but.. I dont think y/n would ever forgive me if I killed my own spawn." The way he sneers the last word sends shivers up your spine. Toji slams his fist into Megumi's gut before tossin him to the ground like a rag. "So a warning will have ta suffice: hands off on what belongs to me or.. Die." Poor boy's left gasping in the dirt, clutching his stomache as Toji drags you away by your arm. "And you.. I think you love pissin me off. Gonna teach you some fuckin manners, y/n."

corrupt!Toji only loves one thing as much as he loves you: money. He'll do anything for it but ofcourse usually just sticks to assassination. And Toji doesn't care what you think about his line of work. "How long will you be gone this time?" In nothing but a silk robe, hands on your hips, watchin him pack to leave on yet another murderous voyage. "Don't fuckin start, woman." Doesn't even bother lookin up from his duffel as he growls at you. "I'm not startin anything. Just wanna know when you'll be done slicing up innocent civilians." That makes your deranged ass man toss his head back, laughing way too fuckin hard. "I don't kill civilians, y/n. Where's the fuckin fun in that?" Your eyes narrow at his back. "You're a fuckin monster." He stands before he's nose to nose with you in half a second. "And yet.. You don't leave." He makes you so nervous yet arousal starts to creep through, pussy clenchin once at the way his eyes trail from yours down your body slowly. "Can't leave is more like it. Think we both know you'd never let that happen." Toji kneels, lifting your leg to his shoulder. You fist at his hair, robe falling open as he grips your waist to hold you steady and hums in agreement at your words. "Tomato, tomato." He says before suckin your clit between his lips.

corrupt!Toji is a master manipulator that takes pride in your submission. Loves to trick you into thinkin you've wronged him so he can put you in your place: Waking up from your nap startled from a pressure over mouth; a muscled arm scoops you up and turns you on your belly, unyielding pecs plastered against your back and holding you to the bed. He's naked and hard against you, precum formin a wet spot on the back of your skimpy satin black nightgown. "You think I forgot what you did? What you let him do to you?" Toji"s snarl at your ear is just as disorienting as his misdirected anger. He's been gone on his trip for almost two weeks and you had no idea he'd be back today. Definitely didn't know Toji would come home upset. It's you who should be angry at how he's behaving but apologies bubble from your lips instead, even before you know what's going on. "Shut the fuck up. Not gonna let you play that innocent shit with me this time." Toji's hand leaves your mouth to reach around and squeeze your throat. Cock twitchin against your ass listening to you pant and whine. "Fuckin let him hug you y/n. What's next? Gonna let my son fuck you? Hm?" You shake your head no, scratching at his grip and gasping for air. "Lying fuckin slut. Know you want him. And there's no way he or any of those weaklings could ever resist you. So how bout this?" Toji's free hand slides over your ass, slapping each cheek before dipping lower to play in your slit. Your moist, and more importantly.. Hating yourself for starting to get wet. "I'm gonna fuck you in front of my son. Show him that he'll never get a taste of the best pussy that's ever gifted this wretched world. Then maybe I'll think about forgiving you." He leans back, using his grip on your throat to toss you on your back. It's then your able look upside down at see Megumi, bruised and gagged, tied to a chair. He stares at you, completely incapacitated. You know instantly he won't be able to esape himself. "Toji! Y-you can't! He's your-" Smack! Your head snaps to the side from the impact of his slap, tears welling up in your y/e/c eyes. Toji grabs your jaw and forces you to look back at him. "I can do whatever I fuckin want. You really got some nerve." He stands up and walks to the foot of the bed, snatching you up by your hair. Points his dick at your red cheek as he strokes nice and slow. Megumi weakly struggles to break free, wants to save you but feels so helpless. "Tell me your sorry- mmmfuck.. And I might not kill your little friend." "I'm sorry Toji! So sorry. Shouldn't have l-let anyone touch me.. Know better.." Toji speeds up his short firm strokes, moaning and pullin you closer to his cock. "And why is that?" "Cause I'm yours. Tojis p-property." "Good giiiirl!" Toji groans, slipping the head of his dick between your lips and cumming with a grunt of your name. Thinks he might've cum more than usual when he notices how hard Megumi is. Wonders if you notice. Then again, how could you? You're too busy pressin your thighs together, clit throbbing as he spurts across your tongue twice. Then Toji"s pullin out, huffin as he finishes nuttin on your face. Three strong blasts that shower you in thick white drops. Both men groan at the sight, the latter leaning to kiss and lick at your lips. Megumi is so torn: wants to save you from your vile boyfriend but so entranced with your absolute submission. You on the other hand are burning with shame, cum dripping from your face to the sheets. Not at all surprised when Toji's nasty ass sucks some up and spits into your mouth. "Hold it. Lemme see.. Good girl. Now, before I fuck you.. Go give your BFF a nice sweet kiss." He's pure evil, smiling sinisterly when you get up without a word and make your way to Megumi. He's lookin up at you with wide eyes, swallowing hard as his gaze drops to you cum slicked mouth. "Sorry, Gumi." You whisper, holding at his shoulders as you bend to press your lips to his gagged mouth.

[arudoe]

talk about bruise anything you want, i wanna hear

YAAAY MORE BRUISE

i alr talked about some hcs so ill chat a bit about some aus i have heehee!

- idol jay au !

i feel like this one is prolly the most well known (only because its the only one ive ever drawn for….) but basically jay is an idol/musician and cole is his nr1 fan! it was very inspired by prime empire and also those like harry styles x reader wattpad fics from back in the day… yeah…

all ive got for the story so far is that cole went to a fansign event and while getting his magazine signed jay also sneaks his personal phone number on one of the pages (something along tbe lines of xxx-xxx-xxx text me o_<) and… yeah things move on from there 🙏🙏

- mad scientist jay and his creature cole

OKAYY this might be one of my weirder ones but i think about it a lot 😭😭

anyways jay is a disabled basement dweller college dropout scientist guy and one day he kind of feels some paranormal presence in his lab and conducts a bunch of tests and comes to tbe conclusion there is a ghost floating around in his lab. so like the normal person he is he tries to communicate with it but only gets a bunch of weird cryptid messages that dont make sense… so he comes to bright idea of “hey! i should make this ghost a vessel they can possess!” so he makes a body frankenstein style and low and behold his plan worked!

cole, a ghost from the 80s who possessed the body is now chilling in jays lab with him, but like most people who have been dead for over 40 years he is very curious about the outside world and what has changed.

but jay for some reason is very adamant about him not going outside at all, which causes some tension between the two..

(the reason is jay has abandoned issues) (also cole is kind of a freak of nature) (affectionately)

I LIKE THIS AU A LOT cus its so stupid honestly and i love me some ghost cole also like im still mad about how ninjago decided to completely discard jays love for inventing… let the man make his little trinkets…

- wizard school au

basically what it sounds like… they are wizards.. at a wizard school… and do magic…

yes this was partly inspired by h*rry p*tter BUT ONLY THE VIBES (i barely remember the movies)

BUT UM this is like a whole universe thing and theres so so much lore and world building so… if u want a separate post about it… lmk

- roommates au!

this is my most recent one (and the one i think about the most) but um yeah pretty self explanatory it was based off this jdrama/manga called good morning call so uhhh ya!

basically cole and jay were enemies throughout highschool and basically spend all their energy hating each other but they to their separate ways during college but reunite (unwillingly) as roommates!

they navigate living with each other and learn to let go of their hate (which stemmed from a mixture of misunderstandings and insecurities) and then eventually fall in love!!

i think this is the au i have the most work done on (i have a draft for every major scene that happens in the story heehee) and perhaps! one day i will actually make it a real thing !

so um yeah! i have a bunch more but most of them are very unfinished or just… vague ideas or vibes i go by… i also have some aus that arent bruise so um if anyone wants to hear about those… smiles

BUTTT TYSM FOR UR QUESTION i dont rly say this a lot but any interaction i get with my content means the world to me and i always giggle and kick my feet when reading reblog comments bc everyone is so nice 🥹🥹

[malt-rants-and-stuff]

i also wanna ask game... would like to submit shirahama and ichinose for your consideration......?

KIRIIIII hi hello have i mentioned how you are so great for making my mind turn inside out because ohhh this. this would be interesting.

thinking about it now, i cant see it in their canon setting but it is compelling to me. in different circumstances i would devour them whole honestly

like. okay. they are the kings of unrequited, always losing absolutely never going to get what they want kings. i can see shirahama chasing ichinose and getting lost in his care i can see ichinose using him as a vessel to escape from his feelings about dorm manager and then getting drawn in by everything shirahama gives i can see shirahama taking him out along with the first year gang and then having them both have a moment of 'Oh' when shiramiya interact. eye contact across the table as they're all eating and miyano sat next to shirahama gets up to call sasaki and shiraichi turn to each other while shirahama has a look in his eyes that ichinose only recognizes because he sees it in the mirror every day. and they both share a devastated look that is gone in a blink and that's the end of it.

based on what little we've seen of ichinose, he would avoid confronting it like the plague and shirahama would never be able to cope with the conflict and honesty it would take to bring it up so they never do but also it fills the air everytime they're together. it weighs a ton but they wont let it show. they have long grown used to carrying unspoken words with them. its their way of life. i see them messy and invested but also so trapped in their other longings that it ruins everything.

maybe im just a lover of all things complicated but i think it would be interesting for sure. it moves me. but not in a way where i would be able to say "yeah that is everything" more like in a "if this were ever to happen it would be a beautiful and graceless wreck" kind of way.

very much seeing them as similar in terms of how they love. they hurt and they keep their distance and they hide but oh they dream big. shirahama wants something permanent and ichinose needs something real and they cant have that with each other and if things were a little different they wouldnt even mind. but its not. theyre not.

because at the end of the day if miyano turned back around, if time passed and dorm manager saw things in a different light... i dont think they would survive that. and they would both know that too. at the end of the day it just would not work.

[edgypasta-headcanons]

hiii

may i please request headcanons of eyeless jack with a fem stoner s/o that constantly needs like a blunt or a bong to get shit done? but also like shes really stubborn with shit like this lol but at least shes funny when shes high💀

ex: would he approve of it? would he take some if she offers? would he try to help her with this addiction?

also make sure you drink water/eat today<3

(i understand if you dont wanna do this request lol do whatever makes you comfortable)

|| So as two people running this blog, we have mixed views on weed. One of us completely despises it and the other partakes and has been around people who do. The admin who started answering this was at a loss because they’re a little biased but that’s okay, so they handed it off to me! 

I hope this is what you were looking for? Remember, our rendition of Eyeless Jack is a possessed demon who has heightened senses!!

Jack as a human never indulged in the devils' lettuce, let alone had the desire since he was pretty much set on med school.

Although when after the ritual and becomes a vessel for a demon, and he has such a high tolerance that it still doesn't phase him.

Honestly, since he lives in the same mansion as Ben, Jack doesn't care as long you don't pressure him into it. He just doesn't desire it. 

He can understand if it’s to help you to eat or focus, but he tries to offer you other alternatives to try to wing you off of it. 

In the end, he won’t degrade you for it though he isn’t about it.

If you’re wanting to still be around him while wanting to get a nice high, he’ll personally buy you smoke traps, and smell-cancelling weed jars, and even ask Ben where to get carts at. 

Ben being part of the equation who is a chronic stoner to not only keep him in a decent mood but to also keep his glitching down to a minimum. When he meets you, Jack’s girlfriend/partner, bet your ass he’s going to be excited to have smoke sessions with you! 

There’s only one other smoker in the mansion and that is Jeff, but even Jeff doesn’t smoke all the time. So Ben will be excited to hang out with you since you possibly smoke just as much as him. 

After a while of hanging out, Ben will deadass start sharing his stash with you, buying edibles for you both to share, and even offering his dealer to you to get a “buddy” discount. 

But here are some of the real issues may arise with EJ

Jack does have smidges of his humanity he desperately tries to cling onto, but his demonic nature does get in the way sometimes. Thus, Jack can go to 0 - 100 real fucking fast if he feels like his relationship is being threatened. 

At first, he was happy that you were able to make friends at the mansion and Ben got along with you. But now, he can’t help but feel a little bit neglected since you’re opting to hangout with Ben moreover him now. 

Little does Jack know, you’re hanging out with Ben more because of you not wanting to pester Jack anymore with your fun. Yes, Ben is a fun fellow stoner to hangout but you’re trying not to make your love upset for smoking and then acting like a complete idiot once you’re all giggly. 

Although, Jack secretly likes it when you smoke before bed just because you become all cute and cuddly with him. It boosts his macho man ego

[meat-pvppet]

just gonna talk about my vessel guy, archive vessel, real quick cuz i never talked about him that much and i dont wanna bother my friends with my oc chatter

these are mostly disconnected thoughts vaguely strewn together that steered up cuz i listened to the man on the internet broken vessel theme with lyrics

ALOT under the cut be warned

anyway archive vessel's a really mild-mannered little guy, a little socially anxious and awkward cuz obviously, and kinda just hangs out despite everything, fucking around in the archives and keeping themselves occupied by reading whatever was left behind and trying to maintain the place once they found it

it kinda started to idealize the idea of family and friends through what they could read and they started to wish they could have that

be a big ol normal family with their siblings and parents

maybe they could have made friends too

be a kid

but they realize that, obviously, due to the nature of their conception and just

what they are

its not really possible

but that doesnt stop them from wanting that

i can imagine they hold a lot of resentment towards their father for abandoning so very many of its siblings to die in the abyss

theyd probably understand why

he had a kingdom to protect and he believed this was the only way

but that doesnt mean they would forgive what was done

they hate how they cant help but feel

cheated at life, yaknow

done in by something they couldnt change

and after its cursed conception, to simply be cast aside to rot among the corpses of its siblings...

their anger is painful to them, like something lashing out violently in a cage barely holding it in

it wants to lash out at those that hurt them, but obviously thats not possible

so it just

festers like that

mind you, they wouldn't take that out on their siblings

they were put into the same situation as it, so it isn't fair to them or itself

at most, they treat their siblings like the most precious scrolls in the archives

theyd also just

put in alot of their time to gather the bodies of their siblings that were able to escape the abyss but died anyway

make proper "graves" for it to just

grieve

even though they never knew them

they just wish they couldve found and helped them earlier, but at the least it finds peace in giving them proper resting places

i feel like their shade wouldn't have the same restrain they usually have with their anger and would probably violently attack anything that comes too close so uh

itd be a really big hassle to try n get them back in their shell if ever it got cracked open like an egg

theyd also act like this if they were ever able to meet pk after everything like in those aus

theyd still have some restraint cuz

yeag

but they just

are not handling it well™

theyd meet him once and never want to see him again until they can find it in themselves not to wish to hurt him

shell would crack (moreso than it already is) under the pure stress

they wish to yell, to hurt, to let out all these pent up emotion

but it wont

despite everything, when meeting pk again, it'll find it unfair

i mean

everything pk did to them and their siblings was unfair but

archive vessel cant bring himself to make it "fair" by letting all that resentment out like that

doesnt feel right

if ever they were forced to continuously interact with pk theyd keep it as brief as possible and treat him like a stranger-it-has-to-be-around most of the time

if pk were to try to like

be a dad to the archive vessel itd just be

very uncomfortable and awkward, cringing away from touch and, again, keeping things as brief as possible

which may hurt pk (if he cares cuz note my characterization of pk isnt fully done cooking so im not sure if he'd even be interested in doing any of this it might be more likely he never interacts with archive tbh) cuz with other people showing affection to archive, they eat that shit up but with pk itd just

naw

generally, they dont wanna be around him for too long cuz then it'll need to actually feel the things they feel at full force and feeling things is kinda cringe to them

they hate how intensely they feel sometimes cuz of just how painful it is for them (projecting /hj)

equally so, they also hate bothering people with shit like that cuz "i survived until now, everyone else has their own problems and issues and struggles, i dont need to add on to what theyve got" (projecting /hj)

[ajdrawshq]

@ your tags on my post, i am shaking you like a maraca and yelling "YESSSSS"

i wanna see how kh3 tackles that whole thing because it's so eerily similar to what happens in the manga. and in the manga, he is in so much pain and agony, AND HE'S STILL FIGHTING. ROXAS IS THERE WITH HIM, HIS ONLY COMPANION, and then kh3 just tripped and fell on the glass table.

also, i think about this constantly, i want them to do something with it so bad.

YEA i cant wait to see the rest of kh3 manga chapters and how they handle everything, i especially loved the manga versions for days and kh2 and the way their stories were told - even tho kh3 has a Lot going on that might be hard to show well.. amano's been good at it so far tho so i have faith :]

but yeah that whole thing with Roxas is just . oughh. im not gonna lie even i forgot that Roxas was like. still there with Sora when he perishes until i thought abt it writing those tags but now that ive realized that. why the hell did they not take advantage of that!!!! like ok i get that it was more focused on the destiny trio in the ways i talked abt in the tags but yknow. what happened to "he makes up the difference"?? that wouldve been a great moment for it to shine!! ik they already make an example of it during the Xemnas n Saïx fight but still!!

part of me wishes Roxas couldve have more outward influence on Sora the way Ven did. granted, he arguably had an affect on Sora back in kh2, and while i dont remember if it was canon or even intended, that could be applied to both his appearance (his lighter hair, mostly) and his behavior (his hostility towards the organization members; ive seen this argued both as smth Roxas had influence over and purely based on Soras experiences thus far, and i believe in both personally) but Ven in kh3 was literally able to speak and somewhat act through him. im pretty sure this was meant to show that Ven was fully ready to awaken or smth like that, and that wasnt sonething that was needed for Roxas; hes alright, just needed a body/vessel for himself. but i still think itd be a cool way to express the earlier sentiment. and it wouldnt necessarily have to be Roxas "taking over" either, the manga shows very well how Roxas gives Sora strength from within and that he definitely does make a difference

to be fair tho...... whether that wouldve helped Sora in the moment that he gives in to his despair, im not sure. in kh2, both manga and game, hes in a very different mindset than kh3. in that part of the manga especially, despite thinking everyone (except Roxas) is gone for good, he still has the belief that they can live on within him. and that, plus the literal strength hes getting from Roxas, is keeping him going despite it all. in kh3 his self confidence is beyond fucked, and he truly believes in that moment that hes lost Everything, not just his friends. thats hard to come back from

i wonder if he were to remember that Roxas were still there, if that wouldve helped. whether for comfort in the way that hes not really alone then, or for motive to keep living bc if he dies then Roxas is gone too, or whatever reason, i think it couldve changed something, even if its just a little bit. hell, itd have been great if something like that happened afterwards in the final world. id like to think Roxas had a hand in Sora surviving ..... not sure how but its a nice thought. either way i do wish Sora n Roxas' connection and that moment they have in san fransokyo had more....... More. in kh3. it was a great opportunity that they didnt use/forgot about n im now sad abt it forever

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

hms captain??

hms captain indeed!!

i meant for this to be a short post but oops its really long already and im nowhere near finished so if you wanna learn about this terribly designed warship, join me after the cut; if you dont, enjoy this picture of an oddly designed ship.

the hms captain was a british warship. it was built during a time where shipbuilders were phasing sails out for steam engines, and where warships were being much better armoured. for example, the hms captain was steam-powered with two propellers and had wrought iron armour.

wrought iron armour caused a problem for warships. like think of any pirate media youve seen where theyve got wooden ships with these iron cannonballs; the cannonballs very easily breach the wooden ships. they dont really do that with iron armour. instead, they bounced off.

so the british admiralty, media and public were all in want, to some extent, of a ship with better guns that could breach ship armour. enter cowper phipps cole:

a man who looks like a rasputin prototype and seems to have the charisma to back up the comparison.

see coles was very good at public engagement. when he needed to, he could very easily get the media and public on his side, which is a power he leveraged in order to get hms captain approved, commissioned and built.

his design, oddly enough, goes back to a raft from the crimean war.

this is the lady nancy, constructed in 1855 to aid during the siege of taganrog. it was for shore bombardment which you can see in this illustration of it. while cameras were a thing back then (i think daguerreotypes existed during this time), i dont believe we have any photos of the lady nancy.

coles was a captain in the navy in 1855, and him and a group of sailors constructed it. according to those there, the guns on the raft were protected by some kind of dome structure or a "cupola" as they called it.

hms captain was inspired by the lady nancy, and so, it was also intended for shore bombardment. for this purpose, two big fuck off rotating turrets were mounted inside the hull on the gun deck.

these had been patented by coles himself in 1859 which is partly how he became a consultant for the admiralty when it came to building ships. being the nephew of admiral lord edmund lyons 1st baron lyons gcb gcmg kch, by marriage, twice over certainly also helped.

quick note on that:

its not technically incest, i think, his wife emily pearson was lyons niece and his mom is the sister of lyons wife augusta

i also didnt know what those acronyms meant beforehand, gcb is a british order of chivalry called most honourable order of the bath, gcmg is another one: most distinguished order of saint michael and saint george, kch is a hanoverian order of chivlary called royal guelphic order. yeah thats just gobbledegook.

lyons was important because of his role in the crimean war as commander-in-chief of the mediterranean fleet (suddenly i feel like im reading an icemav fic) and hes credited as ensuring victory for britain.

originally, the admiralty just ordered prototypes of his big fuck off turrets and they were actually impressed with them.

and so the hms prince albert was built with four of them (is that four turrets in your pants or are you just happy to see me) and the hms royal sovereign was converted to be a turret ship. both, however, could only operate as coastal service vessels.

hence, the admiralty allowed coles to draw up plans for a two (2) turret oceangoing ship in 1863, working with nathaniel barnaby who was chief constructor for the navy. keep in mind, coles had little to no experience in ship design.

then, they suspended the project.

but they allowed him to work on a one (1) turret oceangoing ship that was based on the hms pallas with joseph scullard who was head draughtsman in 1864.

and then in 1865, a committee rejected/cancelled his projects, and decided to move forward with a different design for a two (2) turret ship called hms monarch.

this made coles very angry, and an angry coles is not a good thing for the british admiralty.

(i spent an hour making this because im so bad at making things look purposefully bad)

so you know like today where bad actors like andrew tate, tucker carlson, joe rogan and even like graham hancock can just use public platforms and social medias to get a relatively large portion of the population of their side, seemingly with ease, just by talking/communicating confidently, playing into fears and anxieties of the public, and creating an us and them?

yeah so cowper phipps coles was also really good at this. grifters, liars and pretenders have alway existed.

(milo rossi brings discusses this a lot in his series on hancock's ancient apocalypse docuseries, and id 100% recommend the whole series.)

so how did coles do this?

well, he began with a very strong and very harsh attack on robert spencer robinson who was a vice admiral and controller of the navy, and his full title was admiral sir robert spencer robinson kcb frs.

the title admiral sir is very funny, like i want to get a cat called that with the nickname addy. kcb is basically the same as gcb. lyons was general grand cross and robinson was knight commander, because of fucking course its this stupid. frs is an award given to you from the royal society of london; the fellowship of the ring royal society is granted to those who have made a "substantial contribution to the improvement of natural knowledge, including mathematics, engineering science, and medical science".

it wasnt just mr admiral sir that coles attacked; he also attacked several other admirals who were on the committee but he really seemed to hate robinson. coles also lobbied parliament and the press, focussing on the flaws he saw in monarchs design and how britain was going to be left behind in the shipping arms race since many other nations were pressing ahead with several oceangoing turret ships. unsurprisingly, it was the united states that were winning the race so far.

around this time, coles' contract as a navy consultant was terminated in january 1866. like thats as hard as he was going, he fully lost his job. of course he had his dear not-quite-incest uncle lord lyons to fall back on. one hell of a safety net, very well entwined.

in response to this professional fuck you, coles simply protested that he had been misunderstood and the man must have rolled a nat 20 on his charisma saving roll because on the 1st march 1886, he was re-employed.

he waited a month and a half to submit his critique of the monarch proposal on the 16th april. he refused to publicly support a vessel that didnt represent his "views of a sea going turret-ship" because He Was Like That™. we're in the cowper karen era. his critique went on to say that hms monarch could not give his "principle a satisfactory and conclusive trial."

now at this point, the admiralty really should have just sent him packing. theyve given him chance after chance after chance despite him having pretty much no experience.

like say you have a blocked toilet that you cant unblock, but instead of calling a plumber, you ask your friends nephew whos an art curator who really wants to give this plumbing thing a go. then his first attempt makes it worse; now the taps in your bath turn on everytime you use the kitchen sink and your toilets still blocked. but you give him another go and now theres a shower curtain stuck in your toilet which is still blocked. and now youre fingers are hovering over the call button on a plumbers number when your friend calls and asks you to give their nephew another go. its only been three weeks and theres a 24 hours mcdonalds up the road that you can go to for the bathroom and youve got a shower at work you can use, so you think, okay, sure. and then he accidentally rips your kitchen sink out and you still have a blocked toilet and a non-working shower and your bath taps are running 24/7, and your friend asks you again to give him a "second chance."

like youre not giving him another chance, theres a goddamn shower curtain in your toilet and your kitchen sink is in your fucking living room. of course, youre not giving him another chance.

but say everyone in your street and everyone in your friend group is on his side because hes been telling little lies and charming them all with his aunts baked goods and his knowledge of local art and history. and everyone else is rooting for him and they all believe this is the chance.

thats the situation first naval lord admiral frederick grey (full title: admiral the hon. sir frederick william grey gcb) found himself in. obviously coles should not be given another chance, but the whole country believes he should.

so on the 21st april (thats me moms birthday :)) he agreed that coles should be allowed to build his "perfect" oceangoing turret ship.

and so the hms captain was born

the ship was to be built on a private shipyard and coles selected laird brothers' chesire yard on the 8th may 1866.

one of the biggest problems ship designers had with turret ships is that ships tend to have quite a lot of rigging that gets in the way of the turrets. this was a genuine design flaw for the hms monarch, it was brought up by the chief designer sir edward james reed kcb rfs, but he was overuled. he didnt think a turret ship should have either a forecastle or poop deck.

on a typical warship, youll see a small rise on either end of the ship. at the front/bow, you have the forecastle which was typically used as a defensive measure. at the back/stern, youd typically have the captain quarters within the hull and the roof of that is the poop deck. it would be used for either the captain or a helmsman or a first mate maybe to supervise the crew and their work.

reed, very correctly, did not want these measures because they interfered with the turrets. he also wanted much less rigging because the more wooden beams and rope and sail youve got, the less room the turrets have to fire.

he wrote that "the middle of the upper deck of a full-rigged ship is not a very eligible place for fighting large guns."

and coles and the lairds seemed to agree with this sentiment because their design corrected these flaws.

their solutions were to erect a hurricane deck to place the rigging on. this is an upper deck that is above the frame of the hull. they also used tripod masts to reduce rigging. they also placed the turrets within the hull in their own special gun deck.

now, just because youve corrected for some flaws doesnt mean you havent introduced several of your own which spoiler, the captain had a lot of flaws which we will be getting into.

captain had a length of 320ft or 97.54m; she had a beam (width at the widest part) of 53ft3 or 16.23m; her draught (the distance between the waterline and the keel/bottom of the hull) was 24ft10 or 7.57m; and her top speed was 15 knots which is about 17mph.

in a futile attempt at a balanced view, i will say that the speed was fairly impressive. most other ships had top speeds of 10-12 knots or about 11-14mph. the use of double propellers was a good choice.

one of the very few good choices.

see the captain was designed to displace or essentially weigh 6910 long tons, and was expected to have a freeboard of about 8ft or 2.4m.

a ships freeboard is the distance between her exposed upper deck and the waterline. typically, warships have high freeboards. its not quite as simple as the higher the freeboard, the more stable your ship is, but in general, higher freeboards do offer more stability. this is something the captain needed

see, most of her weight was high up in the ship which meant she had a low metacentric height. to not get into all of the complicated science that im not entirely sure i understand (dyspraxic nation rise up), lower metacentric heights tend to make ships more unstable.

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so all of this is a bad design. apart from her impressive speed, she seemed like a ship with poor stability and a real risk of flooding because of the exposed gun decks. and with flooding, you might just fucking capsize 🚢⬆️↗️↘️🌊☠️

mr admiral sir robert spencer robins already raised concerns at the design stage in regards to the low freeboard and flooding. reed also raised concerns about the ship being too heavy and having too high a centre of gravity, but they were ignored.

if i had a nickel for every time edward james reed was overruled after raising a legitimate concern about the design of a turret ship, id have two nickels, but its weird its happened twice.

still, first lord of the admiralty (genuinely feel like this is a made up job) sir john pakington approved the design on the 23rd july 1866, though he did note that coles and the lairds would be held responsible for any failures.

if youre interested, john pakingtons full title is john somerset pakington 1st baron hampton gcb pc frs and he was a fucking tory, and the right honourable lord hampton, which okay, dude, you overcompensating for anything over there? pc means he was a member of his majestys most honourable privy council, who are all advisors yes-men to whichever bellend is on the crown.

moving past that cag-mag of a man, lets talk about how this mess got even worse. and you might be asking, "kai, how can it get worse? havent you already told me that the ship can easily sink?"

and you know, fair point, but you can always make your ship even more likely to sink.

see coles came down with an illness during the building of the ship. im not sure what it was; i cant find anything on it, but whatever it was, it meant he couldnt supervise the building of his ship. now, im not sure how much that would help considering he was the art curator turned amateur plumber in the metaphor, but maybe it would have done some good.

because when she was finished, she did not displace 6910 long tons. no, she displaced 7767 long tons. and her 8ft freeboard turned into a 6ft6 or 1.98m freeboard. she was floating 22 inches deeper than expected. oh, and her centre of gravity raised by 10 inches!

reed didnt just raise hell over this, he dragged heaven down too. and its not like he was wrong. the ship was a floating disaster.

hms captain had an angle of list of 21°. this means of she listed 21° or more, she would capsize.

now, theres no real average angle of list, but most people would say 40-50° as a reasonable yardstick. for some vessels, it might dip into the 30s°, but 21° is a ridiculously low angle of list.

for reference, this is a 20° angle.

its not much of an angle, is it?

and remember, the captain is meant to be an oceangoing vessel. the oceans dont exactly have a reputation for being calm.

unless youve got a direct telegram to poseidon and are in a place where you can ask him to calm down, the captains not gonna have fun.

and of course when reed raised his concerns, he was overuled.

if i had a nickel for every time edward james reed was overruled after raising a legitimate concern about the design of a turret ship, id have three nickels, and its kinda concerning that its happened three times.

instead, she was commissioned on the 30th april 1870 under captain hugh talbot burgoyne vc. to commission a ship is simply to place it into active service. also vc simply means burgoyne received the victoria cross whatever that one is.

anyway, she underwent several trials in the months after this and i guess everyone had pre-ordered their rose-coloured glasses because the captain won many supporters and was considered everything that coles had promised.

part of these trials were the gunnery trials. these took place in vigo and the captain was against both hms monarch and hms hercules, a non-turret ship. their target was a 600ft long, 60ft high rock. they each had 5 minutes of continuous firing.

all three ships had problems with aiming after the first few shots because the smoke emitted from the weapons meant they couldnt fucking see anything.

still, hms hercules had an accuracy rate of 65%, while hms monarch came in with a 40% rate and hms captain limped in with a 35% rate.

and im not just using "limped" as an exaggeration, these trials showed that when the turrets fired, it caused the ship to list and the list was 20°.

im sure you can see the problem there.

if you can, youre better than the admiralty who just ignored it and was like fantastic, she works. coles straight up had the entire admiralty hostage and the only person speaking up was reed.

if i had a nickel for every time edward james reed was overruled after raising a legitimate concern about the design of a turret ship, id have four nickels, which is great and all but id rather give reed a hug at this point.

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now the 35% accuracy didnt really matter if the captain was going to be used for shore bombardment. most of the time, youre not aiming for anything specific, youre just trying to cause as much damage as possible.

but that 20° list? that mattered.

it mattered a lot because on the 7th september 1870, she capsized.

shocking i know. only five months after being commissioned and everything.

that day, she was running trials in the bay of biscay during a storm when she was hit by a gale of wind. she rolled over and capsized.

there were over 500 people on board and only 18 survived. coles was among the dead. i hope their souls were able to find peace.

theres a memorial for them in st paul's cathedral in london if youd ever like to pay your respect to them.

now theres not much else to say about the captain other than the inquiry into the sinking blame the public for it.

they concluded that "the captain was built in deference to public opinion expressed in parliament and through other channels, and in opposition to views and opinions of the controller and his department" and this was pretty significant in victorian britain as it was unprecedented.

but realistically, it wasnt wrong. they were the ones backing coles the whole time.

so i guess if theres something to learn from this mess, its that if youre going to support a public figure, whether it be a celebrity or politician or scientist or whatever, take a step back and ask yourself "do i agree with what theyre saying or are they just very good at talking?"

im sure someones said it better than me, but you know, that sentiment. we can also laugh at how much of a disaster hms captain was.

[sasoxichomoshi]

there's something so charming about hunter, but in a soothing way

it doesnt mean she cant be silly ofc, but her eyes reflect so much of her moods and personality

when she's with the eagle she looks calm and gentle and much of the expressions she makes are towards the eagle; when nimue gets the bird, when the godslayer stuns the eagle and got one of the flaps and at the end of the game when he corrupts the eagle completely there were always a close at her face to show us how worried hunter was towards her friend

it's as if the eagle highlights hunter in some way, cause if you think about it hunter is not really an important person; she's an outsider and a stranger, and eagle mother is there not only to push her forwards, but she also works like this excuse to develop what lies inside hunter - her feelings

the more i think about, like no human(oid) character in the pathless have a mouth, which is an interesting decision - may it be because the animator said "nuh uh i aint doing this" or because they had other intentions - having no mouth makes it harder to humanize a character cause to do so you work around facial expression mostly

for characters like the diver or the little guy from journey it works cause humanizing them is not the focus - they are vessels for the player to experience the message of the game, much like a blank page, but hunter is a more defined type of character, she's not only for the player to control; there are instance where she speaks for herself (literally), she reacts towards her environment (like when she groans when she hits the ground), it's a bit of "i exist in relation to others" kind of thing i dont even know if this explanations make sense

the thing is, if you gonna hide the mouth (and it's funny cause they got rid of the mouths but not of the speech), to deliver something believable you have to put extra attention in other places, like eyes (which is probably the reason why they made her eyes big, for emphasis) and corporal expression (i love all of hunter animations like ALL of them, the idles are so cool and my favorite has to be the climbing one HAVE YOU SEEN THAT CREATURE)

another aspect that locks my eyes on hunter is her color palette; she feels a bit like 60% red and 40% black which an almost dangerous distribution cause it gets near the boring looking too evenly palette, but i feel like this problem is partially solved by the color choice cause black and red is very iconic (but i see that this can be subjective, so take it with a grain of salt)

to give some examples: im typing from an nitro acer (black red palette), you can see cars with that bright red (+black of the tires), and i can name a few characters with red+black combination, like matoi ryuko from kill la kill, kaguya, that masochist from that cassino games school (she's iconic i will recognize but i wont lose my time googling it i dont wanna know details about that anime)

(also if i had to point a match for hunter from another media....... kikyo my beloved i fucking love you my gay awakening i kept watching inuyasha cause i wanted to see you on my screen omg)

but at the same time her color scheme puzzles me: what does it mean? usually color is used for storytelling or readability purposes

hunter red black contrasts very well against the greens/whites/oranges of the landscape, mostly bc it's highly saturated; but then you get to the boss fight and......

i know that the boss fights dont take as many screen time as exploration but considering that they are the action moment hmm idk the math aint mathing here

well what's about storytelling? a bit of the same problem shown on the above image; hunter shares the color scheme with the corrupted tall ones and godslayer which makes things even more confusing

(seriously am i stupid and didnt see the obvious hint everyone else saw and im just here staring at the walls idk)

that said i have come up with my own worms to explain this and it comes down to: it's not from the land/natural

godslayer and the corrupted tall ones shouldnt exist, they are not natural to this world and actually an evil twist of the reality; hunter not necessarily is corrupted, but is also not natural (from the island), she's an outsider, it's about this feeling of not-belonging

however in the end of the day the color choice is also about readability and keeping things cohesive; stretching the color palette of the entire game just to give hunter a different look would do more damage than helping, imagine changing to something not that far like a pink or yellow, things still would change drastically

in the end i still love hunter very much ma babegurl <3 sillly stupid<333 my dear blorbo<333 hope she finds a lot of hobbies <33333

[serotoninny]

Hey- hi. My sister and I grew up playing Super Paper Mario constantly. I would absolutely love to hear any and all thoughts you would like to share pls and thank you!!

HELLO! HELLO HI!

wanted to start off by saying Holy Shit!! spm was a video game me and my sister also played growing up!! we never beat it back then but recently she came home and got me hooked on it again and we played it all the way thru. we also did fun little voices for each character I got to be dimentio so that was very fun ^__^ i think Objectively its not a very hard game (which is why we were able to beat it LMAO) but what it lacks there it makes up for in STORY and super strong characters and i adore it so

IF ANYONE!! ANYONE wants to respond to anything ive said in this word soup of a post PLEASE DO!!! in the tags in the comments i just like seeing ppl talk abt whatever the hell about spm. Head canons Theories You name it

this is . a little scattered around. u do not have to read all of this but thank you for giving me an excuse to talk abt spm VVV

first of all themes of love being the answer make me wanna bawl my eyes out and i gotta be real i did tear up at the end of the game when blumiere and timpani have bounding through time ost playing and then walk out of frame. CHEFS KISS. lovely. i like how each chapter the gang goes thru has its own unique little set of townspeople and even thru little bits of dialogue u are left wanting to defeat the chaos heart even more because you dont want any of them to die YK? HEAVENS TO BETSY! THE DIALOGUE OPTIONS FOR RIGHT BEFORE CHAPTER 8 FOR ALL THE PEOPLE IN FLIP/FLOPSIDE?? SHIT HURTED. npc reactions to all the shit going on were so good

one thing i WISH happened tho was. mario and luigi Sibling Love (i mean this platonically i want to specify Just in case there are any weirdos out there) Helps Save The World. i get the whole count bleck mansion part where everyone started sacrificing themselves to save the others which means they care for one another n whatnot which is good great and fantastic However i think it wouldve been COOL to see the whole gang esp the two opposing forces of Mario (prophesized hero color red) and luigi (prophesized Man In Green to contain the chaos heart and destroy the world) contribute to the reformation of the pure heart like some sorta balance between light n dark . BUT ITS FINE i love the game anyway because its probably the longest bowser luigi mario and peach have ever been on the same team

and completely unrelated, the entire premise of luigi being the harbinger of a great world ender is ALWAYS a joy. a fun little recurring gag if you will. like i cant believe this is not the only time he was the vessel for a great evil like what is up with that. every day i think abt that one luigi post abt how he's Doomed By The Narrative TM to be the Evil Twin Brother but he just chooses not to be. never not thinking abt that ever. hes so haunted by like literally everything got separated and brainwashed fought his brother aided in the destruction of the sammer guy world Died went to hell KOed spm satan got revived became GOD then saved the world. and he is some middle aged man in striped socks

MR L. GOD. that fucking guy. hes so lame. i like him so much. his theme goes SO hard in the silliest way imaginable. and i also like how even when he is brainwashed its kinda obvious he still wants mario around (see: brobot, the replacement brother). they fr tapped into luigis need to be useful and used that as is motivation to work for the count. yeowch. mr l to me is just luigi but Lots of parts of him just locked up and forgotten (plus a little minor bit of oh i dont know straight up brain manipulation, nastasia is a force 2 be reckoned with fr) Duno if im making sense here . anyway mr l is so so so hilarious to me because his one liners are so so dumb and i think the gag abt no one recognizing him is FUNNY (EVEN IF i think at least mario SHOULDVE recognized him but WHATEVS).

all of count blecks minions are . SUCH a fun little group. and while dimentio didnt give a fuck about them i still love his dynamic as the court jester whos a little bit of a bitch. the origins of them joining the group are very interesting because ochunks mimi and nastasia had been at their lowest when bleck recruited them and dimentio was like. let me in your emo band. ochunk's warrior code is something i think about a lot. he doesnt got a lot behind the eyes but hes got values he sticks to and i like that a lot in a character. him and mimi do spa days

bleck as a character makes me wanna chew through my walls. in a good way. guys who are slipping and dont want to get back up and bringing everything else down with them are fun and that is all. bonus! he still gets to be Somewhere quiet after the story's over

dimentio has to be my fave of the goons (not counting mr l). not surprising because hes just. so. ...... He is the Way That He Is. his little similes are so stupidly funny for no reason and i think being a Silly Guy and also a Guy With Ulterior Motives are the two funest traits a character can have. His ambiguous past is so interesting like yes bitch hide behind the mask keep cards up your sleeve dont let them know your next move!! something interesting i read somewhere was that. even after luigi the chaos heart and dimentio were separated that there were bits still mixed up between them, linking them not only prophetically but on the atomic level is a headcanon im tucking close into my heart . terrifying as it is super fucking rad !! luigi cannot escape the harbinger of doom allegations

dimentio and luigis entire dynamic is the best thing ever. because dimentio is a goddamn weirdo and luigi is. and i cannot stress this enough. JUST a fucking GUY. luigi is like "ill stop you you ne'er do well!" and dimentio responds with "im killing us both<3ciao!" why does every luigi villain wanna be no children mountain goats with SO BAD. they should keep doing it

god. the way mario is the mc and barely has a role in most of the story other than being The Hero of the Light Prognosticus is both a little annoying and also kinda sick /pos. annoying because mario is one of my faves and i want him to participate in the story more (not really a diss on the writing i just like him) but also kinda sick because . the way everyone in the game talks abt the hero from the prophecy is so. soooooooooooo. god. like everyone in favor of all worlds Not Ending preparing THOUSANDS of CENTURIES in advance just for mario to arrive. Pixls were locked in boxes and hidden away WAITING for him and its like. if he could talk back. i wanna know how he thinks abt all this. because throught the entire story You as the player kinda fuck things up for people in pursuit of the pure hearts. and mario cant rly SAY anything abt it cus its not Really his story, but MAN. what i would give for a little development on his end of the lineup during a few points like 'wilting' king croacus, figuring out squirps is now orphaned because he had to stay alive long enough to help the heros, Luvbis Entire Deal, and figuring out mr l was luigi all along. SIGH

i dont know much about the pixl war, but all of that lore is so cool to look into. ive got like surface level knowledge. even then i only rly care abt the history when im thinking abt the personalities of the pixls themselves. cus like they get their little moment in the spotlight and then they Never speak Again. dottie and cudge and fleep are some of the more memorable ones for me and i wish it was possible to hear more of them. but alas

squirps. :( in my heart. in my heart and soul. bowser takes squirps under his wing. forms an alliance with his kingdom (assuming. squirps takes over from where his mom left off). peach would of course also form an alliance with him. IDK. squirps is the Only One out of every major side character in the game who didnt really get a happy ending. while not everyone NEEDS one i think he deserves one. and in my perfect world he is being guided by two more experienced rulers (bowser isnt doing much in terms of teaching him good diplomacy but he sure as hell is getting him to hang out with kids his age like Jr).

bowser was so funny this whole game. love when evil guys get domesticated a little. thats all about him

PEACH. PRINCESS PEACH. god i love her. the way she was the only person to resist nastasias brainswashing AND her fucking umbrella is the most cracked defense in the World. blowing a kiss to the wind. for peach

ok so i cant think of anything else to say and i havent proofread this. if YOU, dear viewer, love super paper mario i need you to never shut the fuck up ever. there are like 12 of us

[heleizition]

disability aids? adaptability aid? medical aids could also be used i think. whats gabes issues? howd gabe end up in the ally to help stephan? does basil show up in a different way? also o o f for nathaniel and chronos thats r o u g h. i wish to bestow therapy on them all... also maria with leg prostheses!!! also im making e y e s at possible new characters... whats the defining things that decide whether one becomes a demon or angel? and what were ur characters things that decided their classification? also whats eves deal?

medical aids sounds good i think !

well. as mentionned in an earlier ask i think, gabriel was one of the kid used as human test subjects in the hybrid lab. so while he was young he still got put until enormous stress because of medical surgeries and test and other stuff,,,, he almost didn't survive the lab's explosion. and after that he was on the street. had to steal and later sell himself to get by. around 16 he ended up under the wing of a woman who lived close by who used to be a doctor, she taught him a few things that made him unvaluable <3

but yea he doesnt know peace lol <3

so gabriel ends up taking care of stephan n helps him, at first with the injuries he had suffered to get out of stan's stronghold, then when he first woke up with the serious withdrawals this drug provoked (idk shit about it okay . dont ask for details),,, then they jst. ended up living together.

basil has yet to re appear !!!! i wanna re design him most likely and the involvement of everyone from this group of oc in the angel/demon story is too vague yet. ill have to rework on their past life story also.

eve... well eve was always the . "normal girl" who ended up in weird situations. she doens't have anything special in the current story but once upon a time she used to be a vessel for a creature or smth............. i can't rly tell u about this. now she just exist. she thrives and wants to live and finally find the family and friends she's always wanted :3 she'll die a sad death but at that point, she will ahve done the most for herself and the others and . idk. she doesnt have a point. shes just there.

theres absolutely nothing that make someone an angel or a demon. its totally random, it will only affect the memories you remember (it's easier to make demons do "evil" things if they only remember that they were a bad person/did bad things).

the classification was also........; mostly random................ vibes............... i honestly can't say lol because they were created before i had an angel/demon story. abel and cody were always pretty obvious bc they were always angel/demons entities to being with. jasper was ALWAYS going to be something of both/something different !!!! eden jst felt right as an angel :) plus i felt that him remembering his death n life and ending up as an angel healer was pretty . comical. in poor taste.

nell and vik were also always going to be one and the other. opposites :3

most of the couples are angel/demons, i don't have a demon/demon or angel/angel endgame, even if a few different pairings have nbeen explored in my head....

[porghater]

just tryin to solidify some details in freja’s backstory here... i put them on my little blog or i forget them entirely 🥰 

places freja has lived (in consecutive order): corellia --> coruscant --> explorcorps spaceship --> mycroft --> various military posts throughout the galaxy --> coruscant again

and then wherever from there. havent decided yet

definitely a city kid. hates it. the wilderness also kind of sucks sometimes but she refuses to complain because then she’d be a stereotype

same father as qi’ra, who freja has like 10-15 years on? don’t quote me on that number. anyway they come close a few times but never actually meet. freja’s mom is deadzo for sure

i think the same seeker that found freja also found my unnamed catgirl jedi. its a nice little tie-in

almost kind of friends with aayla as a kid. they weren’t close, but when freja's not being a raging bitch about the whole Jedi Thing, she remembers aayla fondly

depending on which canon i choose to apply, she either aged out of eligibility or was sent away from the temple on coruscant because being around that many people made her Crazy and no amount of therapy + training was going to help as long as she remained on that planet. either way no apprenticeship. also they did not Communicate this with freja all too well. ‘oh dont worry its for your own good’ girl what

Top 10 Most Cringeworthy Parenting Fails! (NOT CLICKBAIT) like these mfs genuinely thought it would be best for her force sensitivity to fade. their main approach for her became ‘do not engage’ (and honestly. if they had done it earlier it could have worked. can i get an f in the chat)

either way she’s too sensitive to the minds/thoughts/feelings of other people and largely had to teach herself how to block it all out because normal mental shielding techniques didnt really cut it.

killed a pirate during her time with the explorcorps fleet. there was an attempted hijacking of a small auxiliary vessel on which freja was assisting with repairs so she shot a guy and he died. not her proudest moment

honestly that was probably the Kick In The Pants that got freja off of her ass and (kinda) out of the jedi order. at the very least she didn’t want to spend any more time in space than she had to

continuously fails to form solid friendships for most of her adult life. beans is her baby only pal until fives and echo roll up

loses her position in the IZS real fuckin fast since they wanna remain neutral so bad. allegedly she would have been able to resume her studies after the war but she never gets to find out

guys i cant stress enough how much freja hates coruscant

[tainted-by-skeletons]

Bully Reader X Sans (Final part)

(Extremely NSFW. Do not read if you are not an adult. This one is long. Sorry.)

“Hehehe~ I can't help it. I have fun no matter what's happening. If you wanna have fun then you have to stop being a grump. Now that you look less grumpy and more cute I bet it'll be easier for you! Hehe~”

Sans averted his eyes from me. He muttered something about preferring to not spend time with girls. Seeing a small blushing boy sprawled out on a bathroom floor… I only knew of one way to approach that situation.

“I think my plan is already working. You're not nearly as annoying and controlling like this. You should give me more of a chance you know.”

“No thanks.” Sans said harshly.

I crawled over him, my hands on the ground on either side of his hips. Sans' big, worried looking eyes looked even more adorable with the blush and cute pictures drawn across his cheeks. I had no idea that I was only making it look more and more like I had a crush on him.

“Stop being so grumpy. All my hard work is going to waste~” I said softly.

But I couldn't control myself. Cornering cute boys was a part of my muscle memory by then. I can't say Sans isn't cute either. You can be cute some of the time but mostly look like a dirty grumpy old man. Like a poodle. I shifted my weight to one hand and drew my other hand across his hip. Just a finger. Sans gasped and covered his face with one hand in humiliation. He tried to back away from me but he didn't have very far to go. When he was completely cornered, he used his knee to knock out the hand I was using to keep myself up.

“Aah!”

I fell right on top of his lap. Face stuffed in his pants.

“Aaahhh!~”

His reaction made me think I was basically sucking him off then and there. But he didn't seem to have anything “down there” to do anything with. I looked up to see him gasping for breath with the most adorable aroused expression on his face. The pink blush I put on him suddenly looked blue around the edges. It was apparently the natural color hidden in his face.

“Sorry! Uh-... Sorry…”

I blinked in surprise.

That's so interesting! I think I know why that happens! With a lack of color in his skin his blood must appear blue in his face! Just like any human, the blood vessels are opening in the area around his cheeks but his vessels appear blue like in human veins! His eyes are dialing too. Oh my god I can't take how cute he looks.

“I-I don-dont. I don't wa-wanna kiss you.”

“Huh?”

“What.”

“Ahahahahaha! What are you thinking?! I was just looking at your cheeks!”

“What?!”

“They're blue. I think it's interesting. Hehehe~ Sorry. Am I too scary?~”

“No! That's not- nnn not what I-” Sans was panting through his words. I couldn't tell if he was panicked or aroused.

I decided not to back off just yet. Teasing him was fun and I deserved to have fun after he tossed me around so much. Besides, I really wanted to know if all his talk about crushes was projection. It was starting to look like it. The poor guy was nearly drooling.

“Goood~ I don't wanna scare you. That's your job right? Yeah. You're a veery scary boy. I'm terrified of you.”

I didn't get up in his face or anything, but I didn't back off him either. I was so interested in finding out why he was having such an extreme reaction to me. This wasn't considered normal to any human. And I do love my biology. Sans almost shook his head. His eyes not releasing contact with mine.

“I don't need to be scared of you though. Right? You don't wanna do anything bad to me.” I said breathily.

Sans put his head down and squeezed his eyes shut as his hips twitched upwards. Like his non-existent dick was trying to jump up to meet me. He was having trouble catching his breath. I even caught a blue tongue hanging out of his mouth for a second too.

So interesting! I wish I was still in school. I would have written an essay on this!

“Oooh?~ Hmhm~ Do you? I think that sounds fair. Do you want revenge on me for violating you?” I teased as I leaned back and spread out my legs. My short pleated skirt made it easy for me to display my silky red panties. I'm not sure what I expected, but I didn't expect Sans to push off the wall and lunge at me with a deep growly,

“Yes.”

Before he grabbed me by the shoulders and dove into my neck. He did not hold back as he bit down. Biting me and pinning me in place like an animal.

“Aaahhh!”

Once he was sure I was completely helpless, he found a free hand to press hard into my side and drag down my body until he could slide it over to my panties. I groaned in pleasure as he rubbed me. Sans excitedly explored every inch of my vulva while it was still clothed. His harsh movements and tight grip were so sexy to me. I found myself losing control too as I bucked into his hand. Moaning loudly at every movement.

The pain in my neck was unnoticeable until I became tired. But when my hips ached from the exercise, so too did my neck. I let my body relax, and that seemed enough to be a signal to Sans. He released from my neck and pulled away from me. That was enough for me to remember where I was and who I was with. But not for him. It was already too late. He pulled down my underwear and positioned himself on his knees.

“Aah!” I shrieked. “H-hey wait!”

I kicked his hand away from me. That seemed to break him out of his spell. Sans' eyes became wide and he almost fell back a bit.

“I-... I-I uh. I'm sorry.”

Unable to think of what we could possibly say, we stared at each other. Just trying to catch our breath.

“Um It's okay… Let's just like… pretend that didn't happen.”

“Uh! I don't! Um. We. No I- fuck. Uhhh.”

I couldn't tell what Sans was stammering about. So I took his hand and tried to pull him up.

“Let's start by getting out of the bathroom. Okay?”

“Uhh. Yyyeah.”

I pulled him up to me but Sans was suddenly very weak. His knees buckled and he fell to the floor again.

“What is happening to you?” I asked with a meaner tone than I meant.

“Nothing. It's not- er. I don't li- uhhh. It's not because! Um… I don't!... Like you…”

“Yeah. Totally believable. I couldn't have given a better performance. Oh wait. I actually did.”

I grabbed Sans around the chest and clumsily picked him up. We stumbled until he could steady himself against the wall. His whole body was flushed and he should have been able to catch his breath too long ago.

“Are you okay? You look like you're dying.”

“I'm not.” Sans said roughly.

“Is there something I can do? Uhhh… water?” I offered.

“Fine. Whatever.”

“You don't need to be an ass about it.”

I thought I was being awfully nice for the situation we were in. But I knew I started it. And I felt guilty. After swallowing my pride, and a bit of water for myself too, I went back upstairs to offer a truce. When I got to the top of the steps Sans was sitting on the ground outside the bathroom door, head up and eyes closed.

“Umm. I'm sorry. I kinda started that whole thing. I didn't know it would like… affect you or something.” I wanted to sound nicer than I did but I really didn't know how I possibly could. “Hey. Let's agree nobody has a crush on anybody. Okay?”

Sans nodded.

“Here.”

And I gave him the cup of water. He took it and drank it carefully. Not knowing what else to do, I awkwardly sat down next to him. I waited until I knew he could respond, and then I asked,

“If I tease another monster that much, would that happen again?”

“Not usually… but it might. I know why it happened but I'm not telling you.”

“Okay. That's fine.”

“Good.”

I would usually ask if I should leave, but it was late enough when I came into his house. Now it was so late I really couldn't afford to leave. And as if Sans read my thoughts he said,

“It's not gonna work. I don't think I'm getting this marker off my face. Just go home Y/N.”

“Hey! You can't kick me out! One: I still have one more thing we can try. And two: You can't make a girl walk home alone this late at night!"

“Yeah I can. Watch me.” Sans held up a hand and used his magic to push me against the railing on top of his stairs. “Get out.”

“Aah!" My head hit one of the rails and I fell to the ground. I took off my shoe and threw it at Sans. "I'm doing all this to help you! And I want to make up for everything!" I took a moment to breathe. "I don't know what happened but I won't tease you anymore. Okay? I promise.”

“Anymore tonight? Or…” Sans threw my shoe (which had completely missed him) to the side.

“Rrr… I'm not saying I think we should be friends or something. I still hate you. But no. I really like hanging out with Papyrus and I don't want to bully his brother if it means he won't be friends with me anymore. I'm just doing it for him!"

Sans' Pov

I have a lot of friends. They're alright people. I never invite anyone to my place or go out of my way to see them unless I really respect them. And there's only really one reason that I respect someone. It's if they get along with my brother. I can't explain why, but it just shows me they're a good person. I feel like getting along with Papyrus is extremely easy. If you can't do that you kinda suck.

“You wanna truce?”

“Yeah! Truce!”

“Fine. Truce.”

I held out my hand. When I asked for a truce, I was making a promise. If I saw Y/N picking on me or my brother again I'd consider us enemies just like before. She'd never be allowed in my house again.

“Oh... Uh. Right.”

She awkwardly took my hand and shook it. I immediately felt a surge of guilt. I wasn't surprised she was hesitant to touch me.

But why does she want to stay here so bad? She's worse off with me than outside.

“Good.”

“Now can I try that last thing?”

“You're determined, aren't cha’? Do I look that bad?”

“It's not that. I still think you look better this way. And I still don't like you! But... I just don't want you to like… hate me.”

I could tell she was lying about hating me, but I put that aside. “Why do you care all of a sudden? I thought you didn't want to be friends.”

“I don't like it when people don't like me.”

“Pft. I'm not surprised.”

“What's that supposed to mean?!”

“You seem like you want to be popular. I bet you were on the surface.”

“Uh! Um… yeah. Basically.”

I could tell she was hiding something. “Basically?”

“Uh! Uggh. How can you tell when people lie? Do you have some sorta magic for that?”

“Nope. I just don't like it and won't tolerate it.”

Suddenly she looked guilty. She even hunched up a little and gave me puppy dog eyes. I wasn't going to tell her she had to tell me the truth. But for some reason, she did.

“I was really lonely on the surface. The girls that wore lots of makeup and little skirts and had fluffy hair always got a lot of attention. I thought maybe… if I tried to act like them I wouldn't feel so lonely. And it worked. Especially down here. Don't you ever want to try to reinvent yourself when you're around new people?”

“I think that's ingenuine. Everyone changes as they get older anyway. I just let it happen naturally.”

“I think you're lucky. Some people have to change. They can't just wait for it to happen. I had to try something. Even if it wasn't perfect.”

“Hm... I guess I can respect that.”

I got off the ground finally and went into the bathroom. Ready for the worst. Just in case.

“Let's take off your blush first. Okay?” I told her.

“Hehe~ yeah! Duh!”

Y/N got the towel from before and wet it with warm water. I leaned against the counter, already feeling slightly woozy from just the idea of her getting so close to me and touching my face.

Fuck! I can't believe that happened earlier! I hate being like this. Most monsters outgrow that kinda thing. I don't know why I still can't control myself. I feel like I usually can but… she pisses me off and I want to… to…

“I hope I can get the blush off without makeup remover. I have no idea how your skull works. Hmmm. Do you have pores? It's kinda like you do. You should let me play with your face sometime. It'll be good practice.” Y/N mumbled to herself softly as she rubbed the warm towel on my cheeks.

My head started feeling light and hot from her little face massage to me. I closed my eyes, hoping I could focus on something to distract me. But it only made the hypnotic sensation feel even stronger. And soon I couldn't open my eyes back up again.

“Hehehe~ Awww you like that?” Y/N cooed as if she was talking to a puppy.

I turned my head away, unable to respond. I tried so hard to repress embarrassing noises or dirty thoughts. It got a lot harder when a felt a soft hand on my opposite cheek pull me to face Y/N again. I flinched a little when I saw her.

“Oh my god. You don't have to be afraid of me. Shouldn't I be afraid of you if anything?”

“Yeah. So why the hell are you sticking around here?”

“Oooh~ look who's edgy.” Y/N said as she continued rubbing my face with the towel. “I already told you why I'm not leaving.”

“So you're just gonna sleep on my couch?”

“Rude. You're not gonna offer a bed to your guest? Since apparently Papyrus won't be here, why can't I sleep in his bed?”

“No.”

“What? Why not?”

“If he's not here you can't see his room. That's just common sense for anyone.”

“I feel like that's kinda over the top but like, whatever.”

Before I could stop myself, I took the hand holding the towel and pulled it behind me hard. To force Y/N close to my face.

“My house. My rules.”

Her wide eyes and slightly open mouth were a little hard to resist.

“You… you know. Y-I… You're not really helping me much. I'm just trying to get the blush off.”

“No you're not. You're getting distracted too. I already warned you. Stay if you want but you're safer outside than in here with me.”

For some reason, Y/N pulled away. She averted her eyes and started fanning her face with her hand. She giggled a little for some reason.

“You're starting to sound like an edgy romance novel.”

“What?! Where the hell are you getting that?!”

“Well I doubt you've ever read one. I'm not gonna explain. You'll have to take my word.”

As if nothing had happened, Y/N wet the other side of the rag and started on my other cheek. Still as gentle as before. Without a care in the world.

“You need to leave. Or at least give up.”

She smirked to herself. “There you go again with the love interest lines. Hehe. Are you gonna tell me next that if I stay, you can't be held responsible for whatever you might do to me?~”

“I said no teasing.”

“That doesn't count. I'm flirting.”

“Wh-w-why?!”

“Because I'm having fun.”

“You shouldn't be.”

“You don't scare me when you talk like that.”

I finally had it. Her smirk, her provocative glances, the way she kept turning my cheek back towards her. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her against the wall. Pushing my body against her chest, I kissed her.

“Mmn!”

Y/N let out a surprised squeak as I forced myself on her again. Her hands were on my chest but they weren't pushing me away. She seemed unsure. But I was done letting her take so long to make up her mind. I tilted my head and slid my tongue past her lips. She bit down on it. I couldn't tell if she wasn't ready for me to violate her mouth but I didn't care anyway. I grabbed her breast with one hand and pushed in while closing my fingers around the doughy surface.

“Aahhh!~”

I put both my hands on her cheeks to keep her head in place while I explored her mouth with my tongue. Her squeaks of surprise weren't the only noises she made. It wasn't even seconds before her startled noises turned into long needy moans. She hooked a leg behind me and grinded against my hip bone.

“Mmmnn!”

It was like she knew those were especially sensitive for me. Still pushing against her, I moved my hands down to my shorts and slid them off. I lifted up her skirt so I could feel the slightly damp fabric of her slick, smooth panties against me. Immediately I could feel an intense sensation rising in my chest. I hadn't done that for a long time, but I was going to soon.

“Fuck! I'm gonna- aaahhh!~”

In my chest, my soul appeared and expanded to twice its usual size in only a moment with a burst of blue liquid. Without any hesitation, I took my soul and attached it to my hip bones. It quickly morphed into a shape fitting for what I wanted to do.

“What was?!- what just happened?” Y/N asked.

I grabbed her forearms and tried to push her to the floor. She really seemed to hate that. Y/N kicked me away and opened the door. She tried to run down the stairs but I caught her before she reached the balcony railing. I pushed her to the ground and tore off her underwear.

“Aaahh! Hey! That's not fair!”

She reached up and grabbed the railing. But it would only serve as something to hold onto while I fucked her. I moved up to slide in and…

“Huh? Haha! It's tiny! Hmmm. Poor guy. I might as well let- aah! Oooh~”

I was mad at the comment but I didn't have the concentration available to respond to anything. All I could think about was holding her hips and ramming myself into her. Feeling her soft, wet labia against my bare hips was amazing. Addicting even. Every part of my attention was happily focused on the sensation. I sadly didn't hear her heated rant about how “small” I was.

“Uggh!~ After all that you think you look sooo sexy huh? Haaah~ Uh! Well. You're not in control alright? I'm just letting you fuck me beca- aah!~ because I feel bad for you! Mmn. With a dick that small you're probably a virgin. I bet that's why you lost it. You're old and sad and if I have-aah~ if I have to-mmnn~ if I have to take care of you then that's fine. I like taking care of cute boys~ Haaahh~ I love taking care of cute, small, pathetic boys! Aaahhh!~”

I'm especially disappointed it took me so long to notice her erotic expression. Her eyes would wander up looking at nowhere while her open mouth slowly released saliva from the corners of her funny smile. When I finally saw it I wrapped her legs around me and put my arms around her chest to pull her up to me. It didn't quite work out how I thought it would but I didn't complain. I forgot how tall she was compared to me and my face ended up snuggled in between her breasts.

“Aaahh!~ Yeah! You want my big titties? Mmn!~ Go for em!”

Y/N pulled up her shirt and unclipped her bra. Watching her hands shake as I rammed myself into her made me weirdly proud of myself. Finally she removed her bra and threw it over the banister. She twisted herself, revealing just how curvy and wet her body was as her sweat shined under the hall light. Her slightly tanned skin reminded me of a fresh baked pastry. I didn't have time to decide what to do with her delicious looking body before she put a hand on the back of my head and shoved my face into her right breast.

I wasn't actually all that into boobs before then. So I was more than happy with focusing on my own movements as I comfortably suffocated in her warm, soft mounds. That is, until she hit the back of my head.

“Fucking idiot! What are you doing!? Suck on them!”

“Hmmm?”

The idea never came to me, but I was more than willing to give it a try. I didn't actually realize girls were into that too. So I moved my mouth over her dark, erect nipples and sucked on her teat. At the same moment as I started, her walls closed in hard around me.

“Aahh!~ Yeah!”

Sucking me in like she never wanted me to leave. It was enough for me to cum a second time. Like before, my soul expanded to twice its size in one quick movement. But now that it was in its proper place, it didn't go back to its original size.

“Aaahh!~ Oooh! What is!? Ahhhh!~ Fuuuuck!”

Y/N’s body shook as I thrusted into her. Harder and with much more enjoyment on both ends than before. Her limbs were completely useless as she helplessly grabbed around for something to hold onto to comfort herself. I could feel more resistance as I slid in and out. I tried as hard as I could to control myself just enough to not hurt her. At least as much. But it seemed like she didn't really need it.

“Fuck! Sans! You're gonna make me cum too!”

Without anything else safe to hold, Y/N wrapped her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my hips. Moving her legs up opened her entrance to me more. Y/N screamed in pleasure as she hit another orgasm and clenched around me hard, causing my final climax in return.

“Aaaahhhhhhh!~”

As our bodies finally relaxed and my senses came back to me, my soul also returned to its usual size and shape. I stayed still. Afraid to move and ashamed of myself.

“I'm sorry.” I whispered into Y/N’s chest.

“It's okay... Sorry I insulted you so much.”

“What?”

“Uhhh. Let's call it even.”

“Uggh. O-okay.”

Y/N’ Pov

I'm actually a huge sucker for those edgy teen romance dramas. I would have forced myself on Sans' if he hadn't done the job for me. I assumed we'd always be enemies. But if this was the new direction our relationship was going to go in, I was completely okay with it.

“Hmhm~ Why are you holding me so tightly?”

“I… shouldn't have done that.”

“Probably not. But you're all good now right?”

Sans looked up at me. He seemed like he felt really guilty. He looked so sad and adorable with his big puppy dog eyes and little black freckles.

“That really shouldn't be the biggest problem. I-”

“We're calling it even. Alright? I totally dominated you so it's the least I could do. Just make sure it doesn't happen again.” I said as I patted his head condescendingly.

“What?”

“I'll be softer with you next time. Okay?”

“Are you fucking delusional?” Sans blurted as he sat up. “When, during that, were you “dominating” me? Go ahead. Tell me.”

“Did you not hear anything I was saying?”

“Uhhh. No. Not really. Why the hell would that matter anyway?”

“Ugh! You don't get it! That's it! Next time I'm tying you down. If you're not squirming around so much maybe you'll pay attention!”

Sans stared at me. Completely bewildered.

“You're insane.”

“I'll ease you into it. Don't worry.”

“No! We're not having sex again!”

“That's what I thought before you jumped me.”

I looked away and picked at my nails to annoy him. It was just too fun. I couldn't resist.

“What?! I- but! *Sigh* Nothing has changed between us. Alright?”

“What?! You're still gonna try to say you don't like me?”

“I don't! You're the one that likes me!”

“Not true. I said I felt bad for you. I do it all the time. You're not the cutest boy I've taken in but I'm very generous. You clearly need help so I'll date you if I need to.”

“No! What?! Is this a human thing?! You have sex with someone once and you just date?”

“Yeah. Kinda. It's what I like to do. No reason wasting your time right?”

I only did it once after becoming popular. I haven't actually had all that much sex either. I just adore teasing boys.

“You… we're not dating. And I still don't even consider us friends. We are not gonna talk about this okay?”

“Yeah. I get it. I wouldn't want anyone knowing if I was you I guess. But you'll totally have sex with me again though. Right? I'm gonna make you admit I dominated you.”

Sans shook his head and sighed.

“I think we should sleep. Use the shower or whatever you want. Just… no more talking. I'm tired. I'm so fucking tired.”

“Yeah. You probably are. You have more stamina than I thought.”

Sans refused to listen and wandered off towards his room. I stood still for a moment, wondering if I should take his offer or a shower.

“So, you coming?”

“In your room?! Like. In your bed?”

“You're surprised I'm letting you sleep in my bed with me?” Sans asked flatly.

“Well. I shouldn't be. But yeah?”

“Heh. Well I guess I shouldn't blame you. Come on. Don't make a thing about it.”

“Tch. Is there anything I can make a thing about?”

“Nope.”

“Fine then. I ought to teach you about after care anyway.”

“Sure. Whatever.”

I slipped into the bed under the covers. Sans tried to turn away from me but I put my arms around his waist and pulled him close to me. He made a cute embarrassed noise and tried to scrunch himself up.

“Hmhm~ You don't have to be embarrassed.”

I pet his head and trailed my fingers over his body. I loved getting to know my partner’s bodies. And Sans was no ordinary partner.

“Nooo~ Go away.” He mumbled. “I don't like you.”

“I think maybe we both like each other.” I whispered close to his head.

Sans rolled over to face me. But he wouldn't meet my eyes. He cautiously hugged me under my arms and nuzzled his face into my neck. His whining tone never went away.

“No we don't. Go to sleep.”

“Okay. Okay. Fine. No more talking.”

I nuzzled my marks on his cheeks. He nuzzled me back, his heated face felt comforting against mine. We slowly continued snuggling and nuzzling and even giving each other small kisses until we fell asleep in each other's arms.

[chichariann]

PERCY JACKSON AU IDEA

Me and my friends were playing Left 4 Dead 2, right. And on one of the maps, Cold Stream, one of my friends said "hey it kinda looks like the forest in camp. Like capture the flag".

And when I tell you the gears inside my ADHD head started turning, they were spinning ideas and NOW IMMA START BRAINROTTING.

[Very long post so if you dont wanna read everything, read the highlights. Theres also a summary at the end]

PERCY JACKSON L4D2 AU HAAHAHAHAH

(I cant believe I'm doing this)

Okay.

How did the zombie apocalypse start in a mythological world where it is not only made of different mythologies coexisting but also a whole mythological world that is hidden from the mortal world by some sort of veil (mist, glamour, duat, etc)?

There could be an event that leads into a specific character associated with the underworld to start this apocalypse by releasing all of the dead back onto the surface.

(from now on imma stick to the Greek side, but just imagine a sort of similar thing happening for the other mythos)

What if the apocalypse is a war between the cthonic and the olympians. What if Zeus had caused harm on someone deemed important to someone of high ranking in the underworld. What if... In this alternate universe, Nico Di Angelo and Biana Di Angelo were both killed after Zeus found out these children that he ordered killed decades ago had been alive the whole time.

As revenge Hades would release the mass of dead souls of the underworld into the surface. But here's the catch. I dont want this to be a typical "dead people crawling out of the ground" type of apocalypse. Look. Mortals will have to see this and make some sort of excuse as to why its happening.

What if, these spirits instead would take over the bodies of already alive mortals, transforming their bodies into a monster with an appetite for human flesh. Or, at least that's how mortals perceive it.

In reality, these spirits enter people's bodies and their appearance starts to transform into the deathly gray of underworld spirits. And the reason why the tranformation is not immediate is cuz the bodies theyre taking over, are still occupied. The transformation concludes with the bodies fully taken over by the spirits that inhabit them now. Now. All they need to do is consume. These are spirits that had roamed the underworld, suffering or roaming in the void. Both starving for life. This would tie in to the "flesh eating part". They took hungry for life quite literally.

How mortals would see this would be the typical virus infecting humans. The growth of this virus and its symptoms is slow so as to give people enough time to spread it to other people. If we're taking into account the storyline of L4D, what about the carriers? There are some individuals where their own spirits do not easily get overpowered by the ones invading them. Instead what happens, it stays in their bodies dormant unable to take over, instead, it will use them as vessels to bring them close enough to another human to take over.

Okay so what if, these are demigods. It would make sense that demigods would be able to resist their bodies being invaded by the underworld spirits. They're quite literally part god. So, instead they carry these spirits inadvertently helping them spread to other humans.

So to sum it all up:

Zeus kills children of Hades leading to all out war

Underworld spirits (asphodel, fields of punishment, those roaming the styx, tartarus) are all released into thw surface

They take over the bodies of mortals removing the spirit already inhabiting them

Hunger for flesh is a result of these spirits' hunger for life enhanced by the power of Hades over them

Mortals see this as the typical virus infection turning people into zombies

Demigods are careiers of the "virus" and help its spread

IMMA LET THIS COOK WHILE I SLEEP. ILL BE RIGHT BACK WITH A FULL MANUSCRIPT IN MY HEAD IN THE MORNING

[chonnyjashh]

WARNING: VAGUEPOSTING, RANTING, SICK OF A PARTNER'S BULLSHIT.

Don't read if you're the person this is about— You know who you are. We met on Amino a few years back.

Idk where else to put this shit so people can see it, but here goes. The reason I don't talk to of yall much anymore is bc I am WELL over getting treated like your fucking therapist, or your sex toy, or a vessel for all your god damn mental illness you refuse to get help for. I made a God damm EFFORT for MONTHS to reconnect with some of yall, who will not be named- And you simply cannot be bothered to maintain a God damn conversation with me, the motherfucker who let you talk about literal ILLEGAL ASS SHIPS between content creators who said many times they're uncomfortable being shipped, let you get me involved with actual motherfucking creeps and sexual predators, let you convince me to block SEVERAL close friends bc you didn't like that they were playfully flirting wit me-

EVEN WORSE, I put up with the mcfucking deadnaming and MISGENDERING during a certain thing I was forced into after, once again, I was proven to not be enough- The same thing that led to both me AND you being sexually abused over the internet for a short period, all bc you HAD to have more than just me, bc I wasn't enough-

And yet somehow I fucking know, every god damn time I read your shitty, vague ass statuses, and ur bio, bc I care enough to check ur account and make sure you aren't threatening to jump off a god damn bridge at 4 in the motherfucking morning again- That you have the god damn NERVE to be pissed off at me for not reaching out either. OF FUCKING COURSE I DONT? Your ass doesn't bother to reply when I try to! And the one time I brought this up to the other person who's supposed to be a part of our relationship, he went and blabbed off to you, leading to you CALLING ME SELFISH?

God, how I wish I had let your ass dump me. Or better yet, called you out for being a raging, narcissistic asshole, and left you myself.

ABSOLUTELY FUCK YOU, BRO.

I can't dump your ass. Though I desperately want to. You've paid for a lot of goddamn food and shit for me. Honestly at this point I'm only staying with you bc I feel bad for letting you pay for my meals. Plus 3 years is a lot of time to up and waste on a relationship.

But oh, how I fantasize about blocking you. About ghosting your pathetic self like you ghosted me.

This relationship used to make me happy, bro. Now I am- Beyond fucking bitter. The thing that set me off is stupid. Seeing your fucking vent status, as usual.

What are you even on about. Guessing something bad happened- I don't want to ask. I don't wanna feel sorry for the man who ships fucking Tommyinnit and Techno, even after Techno literally died irl. I don't wanna feel sorry for the man who forced me to act out sexual assault scenes and got bitter and icy with me if I said I didn't want to. KNOWING I have rape trauma.

I don't like you, dude. You know who you are, you know why I'm angry, and I'm tired of you spinning it back on me.

So- All in all, yeah. I'm not making an effort. But ain't that what you fucking wanted? For me to stop trying? The way you ignore me sure makes it seem that way.

Also, the reason I don't DM you is bc we are supposed to be in a poly thing. I'm trying to include him, unlike you. Unless yall shit talk me behind my back. Fuck you if you do.

Signed,

[MY NAME ISNT FUCKING MAWCE YOU IGNORANT CUNT, IT HASNT BEEN FOR LIKE ALMOST TWO YEARS NOW. READ MY PRONOUNS PAGE ONCE IN A WHILE MAYBE.]

Chonny.

[dumbangrypuppet]

Tried to sleep early yk but here I am at 1 am because I went to bed too early.

ANYWAY

I promised my little brain I was gonna stop thinking about Comet for a while, (my dumb little dude.)

And when watching YouTube, I got reminded of the Adventure Time Episode, "Thanks for the Crabapples, Giuseppe!"

Specifically, just the poem. And boy. Did I start crying.

What if when Comet dies, he wrote a poem like that for Eris and Hazel?

(btw if you don't know what poem I'm talking about here it is.)

"These are not my tear drops, daughter dear, but just a sheen of dew that lingers here, past other fields where other fathers lie, who kept their daughters better far than I."

IM GONNA CRY. (I say, as if I haven't cried over this silly fictional man and his situation for weeks)

Anyway, if you feel like crying over this man too, here's some angst I wrote for him from an RP.

And here I go, ranting about the parallels between Simon and Comet.

Thank you Adventure Time for giving me ideas that tear my heart out again and again

(also, I need to draw Comet and Simon meeting, they'd get along fast.)

Like okay. I will literally spell it out for you

Both Simon and Comet literally tried to give up their lives (well Comet is actually doing so, he doesn't have a cosmic god of chaos for girlfriend to stop him and make him see reason) for people they barely knew.

Simon with "wanting" to become Ice King again to save an entire universe,

Comet with giving up his soul, his entire life to a demon so that the town he resides in can be protected from a giant threat.

(Comet resides in a fictional town called Uverney. Every resident there is a monster or creature of some kind, and Uverney is meant to be a sanctuary for monsters. But now, there's a group of monster hunters going into the town, and it's not gonna end well.)

Simon doesn't tell Fionna what's gonna actually happen to him when he puts on the crown. Though I don't think this is from selfishness or anything of the sort, perhaps he just doesn't wanna think about it. But STILL!!

Comet doesn't tell his daughters about the deal, or what the price was, he keeps the fact that once it's all over, he's going to die to HIMSELF. He sold his soul to protect an entire town, full of people he barely knows. (I should also mention, he's literally in the dumps right now for a multitude of reasons, the big one being that his coffee shop had been burned down the night before.)

Simon feels his life has no worth or purpose. People literally liked him better when he was consumed by the madness of the crown.

Comet also feels his life has no worth, and now no purpose. If you read the images above, it mentions things he's lost.

Comet lost his dad at 13, after a demon possessed his body and used it to kill his father. He lost friends because not only were they scared of him, but once his dad was gone, he had to move in with his mother. There his only friends were his brother and sister, who cut off contact after Comet turned 18 and left to pursue music.

If you saw my other post about this stupid silly man, you'll know that didn't go well either.

He fell in love with one of the roadie's, a man named Avery. They knew each other for three months, and Comet thought he was in love.

He was, but Avery wasn't.

No, Avery wasn't even a real person, a real name, instead it was a fake name created by the demon Amon, and all he wanted from comet was to use his body as a vessel. (I probably haven't explained or made it clear, Comet is a trans man.)

So this tragic little guy!! He's just. Torn apart! He's got nobody, nothing!! He never lets anyone in again, he tells himself not to fall in love anymore because all that does is hurt him.

(which totally sucks because Comet is absolutely husband material btw)

So yeah. Dumb little witch man. Hates himself a lot.

Yeah.

I SPENT 30 MINUTES WRITING THIS???!

jesus

Hold on edit time because now I have more.

BOTH SIMON AND COMET DONT FOCUS ON THE GOOD THEY'VE CAUSED EITHER!

Simon should have realized that his existence was important after Vampire World, because without Simon there to protect Marceline, the world gets run over by vampires.

Comet doesn't think about all the good he's done for others!! I'll just bring up some events from the rp and some from the canon story.

He finds a girl in the forest with the help of his 4 year old daughter at the time, takes her in and takes care of her. 9 years later, this girl is Eris and her and Hazel are like peas in a pod bro.

(WHICH HERE IS WHERE I'LL MENTION, THERES AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE WHERE COMET DOESNT FIND ERIS, AND GUESS WHAT HAPPENS?? SHE BECOMES THE ANGEL OF DEATH!!)

Comet finds two hobos living behind his café, and what does he do? He gives them a job. (this action has consequences later because they're the indirect reason his café burns down later)

Eris finds a kid in her flower pot and another in the forest who needs help?? She uses her teachings from Comet to take them in and help them just as what was done for her.

Comet teaches both Eris and Hazel how to properly use magic to protect themselves.

A bloodied girl shows up on the front porch to his house? Comet brings her in, patches her up, makes her HOT CHOCOLATE AND SOME SANDWICHES, and EVEN OFFERS HER A PLACE TO STAY IN HIS HOME until she can get back on her feet.

He is a good person, even if he thinks he isn't.

Just like Simon, he is important, and if he didn't exist or wasn't around, there would be terrible consequences.