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shoutout to me couple years ago learning how to do makeup thinkin "fuck yes im gonna kick ass at halloween" and then theres me this year with my dream halloween costume being 6820

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Man whore! Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of sexual themes, sexual thoughts, irresponsible parenting.

Summary: Gojo never cares about any of his hookups, it was only a matter of time until he made a mistake.

W/C: 1.4k+

A loud ringing pierces through a pair of ears that triggers a grunt to elicit from parted lips that’s quickly followed by more groans of annoyance, a hand reaching for the nightstand next to the bed to search for the ringing phone only to knock it over. Gojo throws his bed sheets off of him with a louder grunt and swipes his phone off of the floor to set his eyes on the brightness of the screen that cuts through the darkness of the room with an even louder groan falling from his mouth with an eye roll.

It was the fourth time you were calling him, in just one day, and in the dead of night. A string of curses leaves him as he’s quick to decline your call again, this time having had enough and immediately going to the settings of your number to block it. He lets out a raspy sigh and drops his phone back down before tossing over on his bed to lay on his back, desperately trying to catch whatever sliver of sleepiness was left in him.

It’d been two weeks of your incessant calls, two weeks of nonstop work, back and forth, work, calls, work, more calls, he’d been so busy he’d been forgetting to block your number, and now that he was finally going to be able to sleep in, wake up when he wanted to, you called. He could’ve silenced his phone, but what if there was an emergency? He could only do so much when it came to disconnecting from his work, in his type of work line, one could never fully disconnect.

He admits you were a good fuck, though he thinks that’d be putting it mildly, and he hadn’t had a virgin in a while, and you took longer than he initially thought in calling him at all, but ever since the first call, it’s just been nonstop. First, two weeks of nothing, and then two weeks of calls, one after the other, the first of which he was going to answer, maybe… but he was just so busy with work, and when you kept calling him, he thought that maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea to go back with you.

If you were losing it after just one time with him, he didn’t even want to think of twice. “Damn.” He curses under his breath. “I forgot virgins could be so clingy.” He mutters, managing to blink some drowsiness back into his head, taking in a few slow breaths as he feels his body grow heavier, making him feel as though he sinks deeper into the mattress until he manages to fall back asleep again.

One Year Later.

A beep is heard at the doors of the grocery store opening with Gojo walking in and moving past the produce section onto the aisles at the back. He doesn’t usually come in this store, but this was the only store still open this late at night given that it’s a 24-hour store and that he had only barely finished with his latest task given to him by the higher-ups, one that he would’ve finished sooner if he hadn’t been pushing it off for so long.

He walks by the aisles and checks each one in search for the snacks aisles, just wanting to eat something quick before he gets back to his place and passes out on his bed. Walking by the aisles, he sees a few people lingering by, some seeming to be grabbing their entire weeks-worth of grocery shopping at almost midnight but other than that, none of them really seeming to catch his attention, none but one in particular.

Just as he’s passing by the cereal aisle, he nearly passes onto the next one before stopping and backtracking to said aisle. He raises one of his hands to dip a finger behind his blindfold and pull it down slightly to peek at the only person standing in the cereal aisle with his own eyes. He sets his eyes on a woman from a side angle and rakes his eyes from the pair of legs leading up to the swell of the ass, and slowly trailing higher up to you.

His eyes widen at the sight of your familiar face and briefly widen even more, taking in how much you’ve changed. Your breasts… are visibly bigger, they even seem somewhat swollen, he knows you were young when he bedded you, but could they have really grown that much in a year? He didn’t think it was possible but how he ached to bury his face in the pair of tits, hold them in his hands to press them tight as he fucks them…

The ¾ profile from behind you provided him with perfect view of the swell of your tits and hips, which seemed fuller as well. Your hips must’ve grown in the past year, and were just begging him to grip at them hard enough to bruise while he held you still to fuck into your sopping cunt. And your ass… the added fat on your ass would bounce on his hips when he decides he wants to pull at your waist for you to meet his thrusts from behind.

Your legs had gotten thicker as well, it made him wonder how it’d feel now to have them wrapped around his head, waist, pulling him in deeper with your soft legs wrapped around his him, would you press them against his behind to keep him from pulling out? The same way everything seemed to have grown to a pleasant size, your stomach looked like it had a few more pounds than last time too, it made the challenge of reaching deep enough into you until the print of his cock was prominent sound all the more entertaining.

He wonders if you’ll let him pound you until he’s ever so slightly stretching the skin of your stomach to slightly poke his dick through after having ignored you for a whole year. It shouldn’t be too hard to get you to spread your pretty legs for him again, after all, it wouldn’t be the first time he managed to get back in the pants of someone he had already ghosted, and he’s sure you’ll be begging him to rearrange the insides of your plush tummy.

A small cry interrupts his fantasies much to his annoyance to which he rolls his eyes only to stop mid eye roll, seeing you instantly set the cereal in your hand back down and bring out from your other side a newborn baby. The baby lets out a louder cry as you quickly embrace him with both arms to hold him against your chest and press a kiss on top of his head. As soon as the kiss is placed on his head, the crying starts to fade into small grunts and moans while Gojo’s head is overwhelmed with questions.

A baby? Why did you have a baby? What were you doing out so late at night? And with a baby? Did you not know how dangerous it could be at night? And the baby, is it… his? He doesn’t really have much to go by, the baby barely even has any hair yet except for a light peach fuzz that hardly shows any color. “Mm.” The baby wiggles in your arms before sniffling against your shoulder and finally opens his eyes.

Gojo’s body stiffens and he freezes in place, his eyes widening and staring into the pair identical to his. The baby stares back at him with his own bright blue eyes, slightly glossy from the crying and after staring for a few seconds, he lets out another cry and turns away. “It’s okay, don’t worry.” You smile at the newborn and gently rock him in your arms, your words drawing his attention back up to you and finally noticing your actual appearance.

There’s deep dark rings under your eyes that make him wonder when was the last time you’ve slept, if maybe that’s why you’re at the store at midnight, because time’s so short. The thought of how back when he first met you, you were just barely starting your first year of college makes his heart clench, were you even able to get through it? Did he really just… ruin your life? Did he keep you from furthering your studies? Do you even have a job? … Anybody to help you?

If you did, you wouldn’t be out all alone.

He watches as you bring the baby up in your arms and press a kiss on his cheek to which he lets out a small giggle, and despite how sleep deprived you look, you still smile at the little being in your hands, and Gojo decides he won’t leave you alone again.

[willows-escape]

Phantom HCs - Cherik with a Chubby!Reader

Pairing: 1990!Erik x GN!Reader

Warnings: fatphobia and nsfw content (has its own section)

Word Count: 2,370

Notes: This was a request that somebody sent me that I was really eager to write, as somebody who is plus sized/chubby myself. I might do it with the rest of the Phantoms I write for, but I don't know if that's something people would want to read?

Also, the series I spoke about in an earlier post - it’s still being worked on, but it shouldn’t hopefully be much longer. I’m looking to write around 11-ish parts, probably more, and I want to have three solid chapters written before I post the first one. Just so I can have the chapters to post while writing the next few. Having both female and male versions to write is also slowing it down, but I hope the wait will be worth it !

⟢ Erik does NOT care if you're chubby, skinny, average size or whatever. Your size isn't even a thing to him.

⟢ This Erik isn't as focused on stereotypical beauty as the others - he originally takes notice of Christine due to her voice, and the fact she looks like his mother is only an extra added bonus lol.

⟢ So I feel like your appearance is just not an important factor to him. It would be other things about you that would attract him first. Anyone could be stereotypically attractive, but not everyone could be you.

⟢ But don't be mistaken, he definitely thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world.

⟢ If you worked at the Opera Populaire, and he saw the way other workers teased you or gossiped behind your back, he'd be scratching his head in confusion.

⟢ He may be hopelessly infatuated, but he couldn't see anything about you that was laughable.

⟢ I'm not trying to imply this Phantom is ignorant or unaware of societal norms - unlike the others, he has a strong relationship with somebody who links him to the outside world. He hides due to his own flaws, after all.

⟢ He knows being slender and thin is the current ideal, but he also knows that ten years ago having a bigger body with soft curves was also largely desirable. So he didn't like to pay much attention to societies trends. They changed like the wind.

⟢ Which is why he'd sometimes forget that not everybody looked at you as if you were an angel that was sent from heaven to grace the earth.

⟢ If people's teasing and rude comments ever affected you so deeply that you brought it up to him, that would be the only time he ever acknowledged your body type. And his acknowledgement would only be vehement reassurance and exclamations of his affection towards you.

⟢ "But my cheeks are so fat, it makes my face look like a ball!"

⟢ "A very beautiful and loveable ball!"

⟢ He wasn't great at the whole reassurance thing.

⟢ After a while of courting you and as he began to realise how cruel some people could be to the most gorgeous person he knew - he began to feel a sense of solidarity with you.

⟢ He believed he was beyond hope and that he could never be accepted into the real world, and he wouldn't ever insult you by trying to say you were as repulsive as him. You were anything but that. Yet he felt as if you two were on some kind of wavelength.

⟢ You were both looked down upon for things as flimsy as physical appearances, and he felt a little closer to you due to that.

⟢ And he had a few existential crisis' where he laid awake at night thinking about how maybe society is the problem, not him, because how can they even ridicule you when you were perfection!

⟢ Then he'd take off his mask and look in the mirror and be like nope, he's definitely the problem.

⟢ Anyways. Less sadness and insecurity, and more fluff!

⟢ He loved how comfortable and soft you were. Erik had never held another person in his arms before you, never laid with his head on somebodies lap while they read him a book and mindlessly ran their fingers through his hair.

⟢ And he loved it.

⟢ His favourite time of day was when it came time to go to sleep, and he could lay with his head on your chest, arms wrapped around your waist and drift off into sweet sleep.

⟢ It took him a while to become so comfortable with this, though. It was weird enough that you two didn't have a chaperone during your meetings, never mind sharing affection. But if you asked him enough and tried to sneak in lingering touches and small caresses, he'd fold.

⟢ "Want to hold my hand yet?"

⟢ "Same answer as half hour ago, no."

⟢ "Am I truly so horrid that you do not wish to even hold my hand?"

⟢ "That is not what I said."

⟢ He didn't understand that couples followed these courtship rules in public, but were definitely smooching and snuggling in private. Even if you tried to explain that to him.

⟢ But eventually he caved.

⟢ He was touch starved beyond belief, so it didn't take him long to give in. Maybe a month or so. But it was also an awkward experience for him at first, so expect to give him a lot of guidance.

⟢ "This just doesn't feel right, why on earth would somebody lay like this when they are far more efficient and comfortable positions for somebody to lay?"

⟢ "That's because your arm's meant to be behind my neck, Erik, not over it."

⟢ "Ah. Yes, that feels better."

⟢ But once he got the hang of it, he was obsessed. Every part of you just fit so perfectly in his arms, you slotted together like puzzle pieces. It was glorious.

⟢ If you ever lived together, whether that be you go down below to stay with him or he manages to somehow bring himself to live with you amongst the real world (which would take many years and a ton of hard work), your evening conversations may look a bit like this:

⟢ "Excuse me, but when are you retiring to bed? Your scarf can wait until the morning." He was subtly glaring down at the knitting needles cradled in your hands as he spoke.

⟢ "Not long, just give me a few more minutes. I just want to complete this row of stitches."

⟢ "Alright, but when you come to bed, can you wear some of your summer nightwear?"

⟢ "But why? We're in the middle of winter, I'll freeze."

⟢ "I'll keep you warm." *leaves*

⟢ He definitely didn't just prefer the thinner fabric of your summer nightwear, which meant he could feel your body press against his and also allowed him to feel every curve of your figure with no barrier.

⟢ If you ever got married, expect him to just ask you to sleep naked. Not even for sexual reasons, he just loves the feeling of you.

⟢ You'd have a hard time refusing him in the colder months.

⟢ Also, imagine him singing you to sleep? His back resting against the headboard while you snuggled up against him, his hands delicately trailing over your skin and leaving goosebumps in their path as he sung to you.

⟢ That's an idea to elaborate on for another day.

⟢ Returning to the previous topic of his love of physical affection, kissing you would be magical.

⟢ And he'd be terrible at it.

⟢ The first time you kissed, you'd be the person to lean in first. And he'd look at you as if you'd grown two heads, but he wouldn't deny you. He'd go through many mood swings in the two seconds it took for your lips to touch.

⟢ "Erik," you'd eventually have to pull away, "Pucker your lips, and close your mouth a bit."

⟢ "My apologies."

⟢ That also has nothing to do with the head canon topic, I just wanted to include that.

⟢ Erik would love to draw you. Before he ever approached you, he'd spend his time making sketch after sketch of you, trying to immortalise every vision of you he had in his mind.

⟢ He'd get frustrated that he couldn't properly capture your true charm, but after a while of drawing for hours a day for a long period of time, he'd soon become an incredible artist. He wouldn't use this particular skill for much, unless you asked him to.

⟢ He also couldn't really draw anything that wasn't a person, considering his practice was very limited to one subject.

⟢ He'd have to send Gerard on trips to the store often to keep up with his new hobby.

⟢ "Erik, why do you suddenly need all this paper? The store clerk said he's had to order an earlier shipment of the stuff, because I'm buying up all his supply!"

⟢ "You wouldn't understand."

⟢ He'd also design and create the prettiest clothes for you, ones that would flaunt and uhm, extenuate, your best assets. So much material and thread would be stolen from the company in his pursuits.

⟢ He'd start doing this before you two even properly met, and when you began courting, you'd be taken aback by his display of clothing that he kept scattered around the catacombs.

⟢ Those dresses were probably not intended for him.

⟢ You'd grow especially suspicious when he began offering you these items of clothing, and how they all seemed to perfectly fit you like a glove.

⟢ "Erik, why are all these clothes my size? It's as if you took a measuring tape and made these clothes specifically to fit me."

⟢ "Just things the costume department had laying around."

⟢ "The costume department definitely does not keep clothing in my size."

⟢ "Well, they did when I got them."

⟢ Moving on lol

⟢ There are many reasons somebody may gain weight, but assuming you don't have a condition that causes it and simply appreciated food, Erik would be floored at all your weird and wonderful ways of preparing and eating your meals.

⟢ "What is in this bottle? It looks grainy, you aren't planning on putting this on your food, are you?"

⟢ "It's seasoning! Come on, try it! It makes the food taste a thousand times better!"

⟢ "Seasoning? Isn't that expensive?"

⟢ "Hey, you give me the money for the food, you don't tell me what category of food it needs to be spent on. I'm sure your salary is more than enough to cover the cost."

⟢ He'd grumble about how he was saving it for more important things, like wedding attire and a new instrument that he wanted to learn, but he wouldn't actually mind. His salary was definitely generous.

⟢ One time, he caught you sitting in the sun in the woods, and he was about to approach you when he saw the most baffling thing. You had a cloth splayed on the grass, covered in a weird brown substance that you were dipping strawberries in!

⟢ "What the hell is that?"

⟢ "Melted chocolate! *nom nom nom, gulp!* It's delicious with strawberries, would you like to try?"

⟢ "I'm quite alright, thanks."

⟢ Okay, your food choices were pretty normal, but for sheltered Erik who only ate things in their original state with no added flavour enhancers, he was shocked.

⟢ He might eventually expand his food palate, but it would take plenty of convincing on your behalf. He was perfectly happy with his unbuttered bread, thank you.

⟢ He was exceedingly stubborn.

⟢ But he's a fool for you, really <3

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⟢ You'd either have to be the most seductive person to walk the earth before Erik agrees to do anything sexual with you, or you'd have to be married.

⟢ Considering his intense attraction to you, it wouldn't be hard for him to consider you the first option.

⟢ For the purpose of this head canon, let's assume either one is true and he says yes.

⟢ The moment the first article of clothing comes off of you, he's starstruck. He can't believe he didn't say yes sooner.

⟢ He's torn between being regretful that he waited that long and feeling euphoric that he's really about to worship your body to his hearts content.

⟢ He's incredibly touchy feely. Consider every part of your body groped and kissed at least five times.

⟢ Favourite position is definitely you riding him. He'd have a few hang ups on it at first, as missionary back then was the only sex position that the church approved of, and he felt guilty about making you do so much work.

⟢ But he'd learnt his lesson about denying you by then.

⟢ You always had the greatest ideas, if those strawberries dipped in chocolate were anything to go by.

⟢ His eyes were greedy, watching the way you'd lower and lift yourself up and down his aching length. The way your skin stretched over your muscles as you chased your climax, eyebrows furrowed and shoulders hunched as you rested the palms of your hands on his chest.

⟢ He didn't know whether he wanted to keep his eyes locked onto you, or where your bodies were connected down below.

⟢ Just the thought made him so worked up and flustered he'd break a sweat.

⟢ His hands fit so perfectly in the dips of your waist, encouraging your movements as you rutted your hips against his. You looked like a painting, your plush thighs pressed tightly into his sides as you worked yourself into bliss.

⟢ He'd run his hands over every part of you, being extra cautious of being gentle. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you.

⟢ He definitely finished early the first like. 20 times you did that position. He felt terrible, but you considered it an amazing confidence boost. All apologies would die on his tongue the minute you'd lay down and ask him to finish the job by other means instead.

⟢ And speaking of thighs - his head being crushed by your thighs as he went down on you? God yes. He was used to the feeling of something constantly covering his face, and your legs were a welcome addition.

⟢ He's definitely messy and obviously inexperienced, so his rhythm would be uncomfortable and all over the place to begin with. But he'd figure out what drives you crazy in no time.

⟢ He's very, very eager to please. He'd worship every inch of you at every opportunity he could.

⟢ And have you seen this man's hands? Yum.

⟢ If you ever surprised him by wearing something skimpy or risqué? I hope you didn't have any plans for the next few hours. He's definitely taking his time with his gift.

THIS MAN UGH HE'S SO 😭💗

[katz-chow]

OK, now me here :) since König is the only angst you'd do, can I have more??? Got no prompts in mind cuz it still 8am, but anything will do!

Oh, and have a wonderful day!🥰

a/n: i cried so hard after writing this. character death, daddy issues, dead mom.

deadbeat dad!konig tries to be better but his pride gets the best of him. he wants to talk about the nightmares that plague his sleep, which then causes him to take the night shift. and from there it's a slippery slope of drinking to get away from the memories and staying up, boring his mind with daytime tv.

he wants to tell you about the way he hears the beeping machines getting quicker and quicker, waking him from his sleep on the couch next to your mom in the hospital. the way he only jolts awake when the beeping turns into a sustained note; a fermata of death.

by the time he did, nurses and techs and doctors had crowded the room, escorting him out while a nurse pounds on your mother's chest. then they tell him you're still alive, but his mind's too foggy with panic- something that hasn't happened in years.

konig doesn't have time to think, he just signs papers and agrees with whatever they say: c-sectioning you out.

you were a tiny thing, not anywhere near full term. but he wasn't there to cut your umbilical cord; he was busy with death paperwork of your mother.

all of this, you learnt from your aunt, who took you home. and then proceed to take you from his house whenever he couldn't take it anymore and had to drink to forget.

he wanted help, he needed help. couldn't even bring himself to tell a total stranger nonetheless you.

you looked beautiful, a carbon copy of your mother minus the height-that you got from him.

the two of you don't have many memories together, nonetheless good memories. but whenever things get unbearable and you both are reasonably sober, you both unknowingly go back to two good memories.

of the time he drove you home from school. when he promised himself and you that he would quit and get better, and he was for two weeks. he laid small, little you down and read 'the kissing hand' to you. he could barely make it through without tears filling up and your grubby hands found their way to his, kissing his.

you were too young to know. "mmmwah! now whenever you're at work, i'll be at work with you too!"

konig hasn't been sober in the last 3 months after your passing. but he still presses his palm to his cheek every morning whenever his body succumbs to slumber.

he keeps the drawing you did of the two of you as raccoons in his wallet.

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[shaanks]

Random but do you have any Eustass Kid fics that you like? I struggle to find ones where he's not written like an asshole (nsfw is okay too btw!) I also like kidkiller/kidlaw or character study/coming of age type ones or modern au...just anything please<3

Oh man, okay!!! :"D I know tryin to find stories where he's not written as like some kind of abusive shithead is like. hard as fuck. I feel very lucky to have stumbled on the little Kid Enjoyers community that I have, and I'll try to give you some good recs. Just as a disclaimer, a lot of what I read and engage with tends to be like nsft stuff, so that's going to be a lot of what's on the list. Also there is the possibility for spoilers for the current arc, I'm not sure where you are in your one piece journey alsedkjfasld

Okay, so:

@quinloki : Has pretty much my favorite characterization set for Kid of all time. They write mostly smut and op x reader stuff in both shortform and longform formats, and have a variety of faves, so if you like their style and have faves other than Kid there's more stuff in there too. c:

Some of my fave pieces of theirs are shorter ones, so they're good starters, I'll link em here, here and here . (the links are gonna open to punks-never-die205, that's one of their sideblogs)

@swampstew : Writes STUNNING work both short and longform, absolutely loves Kid, and if you like her writing she has a huge backlog of stories both on her blog and on her wattpad. A++++ 10/10, she also runs a blog and is writing a longer series for Killer, KillerCook, which is SO splendid.

She also does headcanon lists, a TON of events, and x reader things, I'll link some starter ones here, here, and here. (the last one is to an anthology of short stories and drabbles on her wattpad that is a ton of fun)

@standfucker : good GRACIOUS me, okay listen. Standfucker does it all. A+++ Kid characterization. Hot, well-balanced, well-written stories. They write for a bunch of characters and also do like, multiple people in a pairing/scenario stuff, and it's all phenomenal.

First one is one of my personal favorites, which involves all the Kid Pirate officers here. This is also one of my fave pieces, you get Kid all to yourself in this one here.

@wyvernslovecake : If you'd like something a little more crew-oriented and a little less x reader smut oriented, PLEASE I am begging you look into their Kid Pirates and Cross Guild little drabble posts with their character Shriek (who is the cutest little bat mink on the Grand Line), and the named characters Gabriel and Gryphon who are [spoiler characters for current arc] and adopted by the Cross Guild. Everything they write (and draw!!) is so delightful and fun, it will brighten up your day by AT LEAST tenfold.

Here, here, and here are some good examples <3.

@eustasssimp : She has a lot of like shorter form x reader and headcanon posts, and write Kid like the gruff secret softie he is. <3

Some examples here, here, and here.

@cyborg-franky : Again, he has a truly prodigious backlog of writing, so if you enjoy his Kid stuff and have other faves, you could truly spend hours and days enjoying some excellently written fun stuff here.

here, here, and here are some examples.

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I am absolutely certain I'm forgetting people lmfao, my working memory is very bad and I'm nursing a concussion, but hopefully this gives you at least a bit of a start!! Everyone listed, and really everyone in this little section of the community, is lovely, sweet, and wildly talented. There's a lot of friendly open sharing 'round these parts, and I hope you find somewhere to land and enjoy the big guy too. If none of these does it for you, or if you'd like additional recs, just let me know and we'll figure something out.

Thank you so much for your lovely ask!!

[her-acts-of-cruelty]

huge rhrn spoilers!!

this is my review. :3

if you spot any mistakes, let me know! curious to see what other people thought

this is long btw... and broken into sections in no particular order.

1. marketing

i, like many other fans, saw the teaser dropped and assumed the movie wouldn't be out at least until the end of the year, as par the tradition with most movies. However, this isnt movies, in fact i think forge released this movie at the perfect time for a couple reasons. the first beingo that the release date was on Litha, also known as the summer solstice. the reason this is significant is that many ceremonies for this holiday include celebrations with large groups, something that RHRN provided. I felt like this really added to the aspect of attending a "ritual". another reason forge was quite smart for this is that the hype for people around the world to see what happened at the Kia Forum hadnt died down yet. this worked in his favour, considering this sudden drop brought up the attention again.

i really liked that they used Father Jim Defroque as a marketing tactic. Especially considering it connected festival goers at Download to feel connected with fans that weren't there. The use of Jim's posters at download was very fun too, and fitting they got vandalised due to non-ghost fans assuming it was a real priest. for me that added to the authenticity that he's a real person that is very serious about protesting this movie!!!

i also liked the experimentation going on, even if it doesnt go to plan (problems with the jim video drop), the fact that these new mediums are being tested out allows room to figure out kinks and try them again in the future. it added to the interactive element, and made me forget tobias existed, and that this was a very real band and there were very real things going on that i had to be weary of.

2. Music

One thing i did notice is the improvement in quality compared to their previous live album, Ceremony and Devotion. Obviously theres a big change in vocals, i was very surprised that Copia's vocals seemed a lot more high pitched than what i had remembered.

the easiest comparison i can make that's accessible to everyone right now here Rite Here Rite now's Absolution, and Ceremony and Devotion's Absolution. most notably for me was the backing vocals and the presence of this growling and sinister tone, that i really enjoyed. the overall quality is definitely there too, i'm not certain on the specifics but i know for a fact there was a very different set up this time around, compared to C&D.

if you have ghost live, was such a haunting moment. theres many little elements, the backing vocals, the gorgeous piano, and the incredible cello players had a huge part in making this version sound the way it did. the amount of passion and emotion here reflected the message of the song, there was a sense of unity that i felt really stood out.

Its also worth talking about The Future is a Foreign Land. oh my god i cried when i heard this for the first time. this song really encapsulates that sort of bond-esque era of music, undeniably it had that 60s ring to it. It did also remind me of Magna Carta Cartel (more so than subvision, i dont think subvision has quite the same sway as this specific song). i know some others have pointed this out and i'm glad.

from a story point, this song is really interesting. considering we previously had no context of how nihil responded following the events of kiss the go-goat, it was kind of cathartic to know that he did genuinly feel bad for his actions. more about this in the use of animation though.

For tobias forge, this song was really interesting. i felt like it was a bit too blatant having the mention of 2024, i guess it felt like it was implying that from that moment nihil knew that thqt was the year copia would take over as head of the clergy, or at least that seestor would die. which wouldnt make sense? i dont think? idk comments are on, share what you want.

3. Animation/mixed mediums

i wasnt sure how the animation element would tie in with the movie when i first saw it announced, but honestly i think this was the best way to do it. while i was a bit disappointed to see nothing new from liz fenning and justin andrews, the decision to lean into the comments of ghost making scooby doo music and using that artsyle was very fun.

i also felt like this was a time effective way of explaining the events post kiss the go-goat. seestor's idgaf attitude was amazing, im so glad that this didnt fall back on letting nihil get the girl in the end. characters dont have to get back together, and im glad they didnt. this felt more real and more personal, the two of them only sticking around to work and to make sure their children grew up to serve their duties.

the overlay during year zero was so fucking cool. i think its clips from swedish black comedy "Häxan" but i could be very very wrong. this made me very happy though, i wasnt expecting this and was a nice way to throw in some references to swedish media, especially one that also enjoys making fun of the fear around witchcraft and satanism,

4. the ghouls!!

suspiciously well behaved. did not expect that. i was a bit disappointed that we didnt see that much of them and that they were so well behaved??? what happened to my feral creatures???

as per usual, their perfomances were amazing. the backing vocals sent me to heaven, i think best example of this is during mary on a cross, or kaisarion. Seeing Phantom and Dew show off their silly skills was very fun, love me a man that can become a pretzel while he serenaded me with songs of satan. while i am upset that we lost Aether, im glad his replacement is bringing some silliness to his role and seeing his growth with the band had been really rewarding.

i will say cirrus's reaction to seestors death did get me. like damn. youre right this is sad. i think also seeing someone die is actually quite shocking, we dont really know much about seestors relationships with the ghouls so theres not a whole bunch i can add.

im so glad they werent unmasked, i feel like that would've ruined the mystery of what ghouls look like. and i mean not as performers but as fictional creatures. everyone has their own version, similar to how Vessel from Sleep Token keeps on his mask to allow the audience to project onto him.

hearing rain's voice scared the shit out of me. i forgot he knew how to do that.

5. the off stage segments

i am so glad this is how the movie was broken up. what comes to mind for me is copia and nihil in the box just before if you have ghost. this was a gut punch of a moment for me, for a deadbeat parent to just decide they want to be there all of a sudden, because your other parent is bothering you? i did appreciate that big drop of "oh yeah actually i had three songs oops anyway deep breaths loser youre on"

the sudden drop of something like that is insane, and nihil being so smug about it, knowing that he's been keeping that quiet for so long just aaaaaah. but also i get why it was kept quiet, considering how personal the Future is a Foreign Place is to him.

it was at this point i began to cry. and i did not stop crying at this movie, even past the credits.

i did love that there was like no real chemistry between copia and Ashley. like yes, she has a job to do, and copia is known for being useless around women. and also like, theyre co-workers, they dont need to have romantic relations. i liked that!!

i am going to jump to the ending. post encore after the hot air balloon scene. i will not be spending much time on this because my dumbass really believed that copia would just float away into space and thats the movie over.

seestor's death was so unexpected. but i think it made sense. i have mixed feeling about her, mainly the whole "lol yeah i told my 55 year old son i was his mum last month and now ive decided to parent" but thats mainly it. she has a job to do, and she does it well. shes also just the baddest bitch in the world.

i was crying at her dying. and then hearing Copia's pathetic cries had me choke at the emotional whiplash as my friend laughed at me. and i laughed at copia because what the fuck was that noise bro.

AND SHE DIED IN HER HEELS??? girl is serving cunt in the afterlife thats C-U-N-T spells CUNT

finding out copia has a twin (?) was also very shocking, id always assumed he was named Copia becauses hes a copy of his dad, not because like... hes one of two??

Post credits had the entire audience gagged. firstly, seeing copia out of his red tracksuit and wearing his fancy new suit that came with being promoted to Father Imperator (or frater imperator, as some have dubbed him which makes sense and is fair) had me yeowling like a cat being dragged to the vets. Tears were over by this point, i was so proud of him. and happy that forge didnt lie, copia dient die he just now is the real one in charge.

the does also shine a light on how papa doesnt actually have any power, he's just a pawn for the clergy (secondo spitting out im a marrionette??? hello??? he knew full well that he was never the one in charge which is insane. but also fitting for him as a person).

if you're still reading i am very impressed. heres where i put the conclusion;

in conclusion, for Forge's first movie, this was AMAZING. For a band that was originally meant to be scary, its nice seeing them be silly and lean into the things people joke about. they're self aware, and they're fun. i really hope there are future installments and that we get an expansion on the lore (tv show when???)

thank you for reading, here's to Papa V and making new memories!

[stellarboystyles]

right where you left me

i've had this in the drafts so here's something. enjoy

"Miss me already?"

He can hear her smiling through the phone and it makes his heartbeat pick up with pure joy. Most people might feel suffocated by their fiance calling every fifteen minutes to check on them while they were out, but she thought it was cute. Harry just couldn’t help it, not when anxiety levels were more than high between the two of them, mostly caused by their doctor’s concern as they neared the end of February, anxiously awaiting the arrival of a new family member. But despite the pushy nature of her OB, over Nora’s dead body would she consent to an induction or c-section. 

“Maybe.” he spoke shyly, voice quiet and warm. “M’just checkin’.”

His voice was so comforting, and moments like this, ones where he was so tender and softhearted, made her eyelashes flutter and her head lull to the side, leaning her cheek into the sound of his voice as he talks sweet to her.

“I’m fine.” she smiles, turning the key inside the ignition, making her car whiz to life. “Promise.”

“M’sorry.” he admits. “I just worry.”

“Miss you too.” she promises softly, attempting to distract him. “Miss your kisses.”

She knows exactly how to relax his nerves, exactly how to distract him from the current stresses of their life. He knows it, too, but she’s so good at it that he feels so warm at the sound of her voice, gingerly scratching some scruff on the side of his other cheek with his free hand. “Yeah?” 

“Mhm.” 

He shifts in position on his spot on the sofa. “What else do you miss?”

“Slow down.” she laughs. 

He loves her laugh.

“You can cuddle with Evie ‘till I get back.” 

“She ran away from me.” Harry pouts, which quickly turns into a laugh. “She’s chasin’ that bloody toy all over the place, the one we just got her.”

“Glad she likes it.” she sighs. “I just got back in the ca-oh, shit!”

“Shhh.” Harry scolds, his tone playful as he tries not to laugh. “She can hear you.” 

“H, she doesn’t even know what I’m saying.” 

“Bollocks. If she kicks to our voices and good music, then she knows when you’re cursing.”

She groans because she knows that he’s right. “I know, I’m sorry. I just forgot one thing." 

Her tone is laced with innocent sadness and he fights the desire to coo at her through the receiver, imagining just how adorable she looks, just like when she left. Harry remembers how cute she looked before she left, the plum parka pulled over the soft ivory jumper that snuggled her upper torso, but the most endearing part of any outfit she chose was the bump she was sporting lately as she neared the end of her third trimester. 

“Nora Claire,” His tone is full of amusement and he cocks an eyebrow, the small smirk on his face evident through the phone. “What’d you forget?”

“The soup.” she pouts. “That’s the only reason I went!” 

Harry wants to crack up laughing because he knows how much she loves that soup. It's a green pozole that her favorite grocery store put out every winter and lately It’s the only thing she can eat most days. Even though she’s always loved it, that desire has done nothing but rise ever since she started getting cravings for spicy food around the eleventh week. He remembers how scared she was when they found out, at the possibility of her favorite foods making her sick for nine months and not being able to enjoy them. He also feels bad about how upset she’s been getting lately now that she’s been experiencing pregnancy brain more frequently. Last week she forgot about her thirty six week ultrasound, so he’s not the least bit surprised that she forgot something she wanted in the grocery store.

"I’ll pick some up in the mornin’, alright? Don’t worry about it, darlin'."

Her bottom lip is pulled in between her teeth, conflicted by his soothing. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." he promises. "Just get home, ok?"

"Ok." she decides. "I’ll be home in a few minutes."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"No," he warns playfully. "Don’t start this again, no one ever wins."

"Okay, okay." she giggles. "Bye.”

She really was upset about it, turning her head to glare at the glowing sign, knowing full well it was her fault

Not even two minutes later, Harry’s phone starts buzzing and Noah’s name pops up on the screen. He lets out a laugh as he answers.

“Love, just go back and get the yogurt.”

“Hey, no, this is uh...oh, god.” 

In that moment, every muscle in Harry’s body tensed up, his demeanor instantly becoming on edge when he hears a man’s voice, clearly distraught and filled with panic. 

“Sorry, I'm sorry. I was...We were driving down the street and the car just...just ahead of me was hit. I found their phone on the pavement and your number was the emergency contact.” 

Oh God, no.

“Can you see in the car? The Audi, the black Audi.” he gushes. “Is she okay?” 

“I...I-I can’t—” 

“Bloody hell, she’s nine months pregnant, go fucking check on her!”

He’s already slipped on whatever shoes were sitting by the front door and grabbing his coat before rushing to his car in the garage. 

“My family is over there with her, they’ve called an ambulance.”

“Where?” he slams the door shut, fingers trembling as he fails at getting the key inside the ignition on the first try, trying to keep the phone balanced between his ear and shoulder. ‘Where is she?!”

“Kingston, right by Mel’s.”

Harry hangs up, breath and fingers equally trembling as he pushes the key in and turns the car on.

She’s gonna be alright. She has to be.

“Fuck!” 

Harry doesn’t remember anything about the drive to get to her that night.  It only took a mere couple of minutes to get down the street but every passing second that he didn’t know if she was alright tortured him to his core. He didn’t allow himself to even consider the mere possibility of even a scratch on her. He was barely shifting his car into park before getting out and sprinting towards the accident. He was in shock, but the only thing in his mind was that he had to get to her.

Her car was barely recognizable, the entire front end was virtually obliterated, the bumper hanging on by a thread and the hood was smashed upwards and obstructing the view of the windshield. The open driver’s door along with the huge flames coming from the engine makes his heart plunge into trepidation. His eyes scan across the scene, fearing the unknown.

She’s lying in the grass and there’s a man kneeling down next to her, who looks pretty shaken up and a girl is standing a few feet away on the phone with emergency services. 

Harry falls to his knees next to her. 

“No, baby.” he pleads. “Can you hear me?”

“Harry?” her voice is clear, but she sounds confused.

“I’m right here baby, I’m right here. Are you hurt?”

“My head, my head hurts.”

“You’ve got a bloody nose, love. Think you hit the steering wheel—here, here.”

He uses his sleeve to clean most of the blood off her face. There’s a cut across her right cheek, probably from glass, but he doesn’t say anything. 

“There y’go."

Harry was in shock, he knew that. His brain couldn’t comprehend so quickly the severity of the situation, still. 

“My chest hurts.” she winces, 

“Okay, okay, don’t move love, don’t move.” he pleads, turning to the family a few feet away. “How far out did they say?”

His voice is level and calm, refusing to sound the slightest bit upset in front of her. As hard as that may be at that moment, getting angry off emotion was the last thing she needed him to do. 

“A few minutes.” 

“You’re gonna be okay.”

One of his hands is pushing the hair off her forehead and out of her face, while the thumb of his other hand is softly brushing her cheek, trying to keep her awake and calm. 

“Promise me—”

“Nora, stop—”

“Just listen, please.”

“No, you listen.” he cuts. “You are not leaving me. You’re gonna be okay—better than okay. We’re gonna go to the hospital, get you checked out and you’re gonna be fine.”

“If she makes it and I don’t–”

“You’re talking crazy, y'know that? I’d never let that happen.”

to be continued

[nayialovecat]

The Ink Demonth 2023 - Day 23. Contraband

Day 23. Contraband Crossover: Craig of the Creek, Disenchantment Apparently Workshop toys are a pretty bad currency at least for the time being, but wait until you have some more of them, Kit, and you can make the best trade in your life: "limited edition toys from haunted studio, only from me!"

Kit, as well as the Trading Tree itself, come from the cartoon "Craig of the Creek" (I drew Craig once), which is an extremely nice Cartoon Network production showing kids playing on the titular Creek. I love it for many things - firstly, it brings back sentimental memories from my own childhood, secondly, it is a wonderful cross-section of different types of kids and their behavior, thirdly - it shows small problems in a completely different light. Every parent should watch this series to understand things better. I especially love the episodes that alternately show what the kids see - and what is really happening (e.g. during the game "the floor is lava"). My objection is the same as against Bluey: that it is a bit unrealistic that all the kids always take part in the games and accept the sometimes problematic rules (e.g. when playing hide and seek or being trapped in a maze) - that no one will say "ok, I've had enough, I'm not playing with you anymore". But apart from that - a wonderfully presented world of imagination, actually a mini-community. This series was also "nominated" for the City entry for a while, but I decided that I wouldn't find anything else for the Contraband (plus wanted to draw Kit).

I really like the character of Kit. This little, enterprising girl is something of a higher instance of the creek - thanks to her, kids (for a small fee) can eat their favorite sweets or snacks without having to leave their playground and go to the store, she also sells toys and gadgets. I ship her with Craig - all the episodes of them working together confirm in my eyes what a wonderful couple they'll be when they become teenagers. I'm honestly counting on it, because of all the girls hanging around Craig, Kit is the one who best suits him in terms of character and common interests.

More observant people may also notice a guest from another cartoon, this time absolutely not for children - the demon Luci from "Disenchantment" - a series by the creators of Futurama aimed at adult viewers, a somewhat modern fairy tale, and partly a parody of many well-known stories. If someone is an adult and doesn't know it, I recommend it. A wonderful story with a very good ending to the whole plot. Luci, the personal demon of the main character, Princess Bean, is undoubtedly my favourite character. I love his physical two-dimensionality, to his absolutely non-one-dimensional character. I love his texts and the fact that in all his participation in Bean's adventures, he never forgets for a moment that he is a hellish being, and his "do it, do it" is always wonderful. In his original storyline, Luci was considered a "weird cat" by those around him, hence Kit's text (while he's actually just another of Bendy's "cousins" that the ink demon is wandering around with).

As for the technical side... it took a lot of time to colour, but was surprisingly fun. It was the first time in a long time that I shaded in such a strange way. Oh, it's worth noting that the colours of Bendy's clothes were entirely developed by my daughter, Ursa. Kudos to her! By the way, I wonder who Bendy stole these clothes from X"D

Finally, I will just mention that the Contraband theme was originally associated with "The Owl House" and Eda's stall, but I moved it to another place with a better idea. And that's why Craig landed here.

PS. I don't like Kopiko, but I'm not crazy about avoiding showing existing products in my drawings. But seriously, I didn't feel like changing the name, so here you have it, a covert advertisement for the hideous Kopiko coffee candies. You're welcome, Kopiko.

Bendy and the Ink Machine (c) Joey Drew Studios Inc. Craig of the Creek (c) Cartoon Network Disenchantment (c) Matt Groening Sammy and the Ink Machine (c) Nayia Lovecat

[hampop]

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I don’t have anywhere else to vocalize this so. The birth process was traumatizing. I didn’t really want to induce but was told I should. Go in at 7am on the fifth and they give me pills to soften my cervix and I lay in a hospital bed for a full day while they monitor me and my son. That night my water breaks and they start me on pitocin to induce the labor.

I labor for 18 hours.

The contractions are inconsistent. Some are brief and others long. Most are very painful. Every couple hours a nurse comes in to check my cervix which hurts unimaginably. I find out each time I’ve only dilated a little bit, much slower than they’d like me to be. I am in a dizzying pain, I ask for an epidural way sooner than I wanted to. The entry point is in my spine. My husband holds me while I cry like I haven’t since I was a baby and a whole team of nurses coaches me through to pain. Epidural kicks in. I feel ok for a while. Catheter gets put in. Nurses realize I’m not creating urine. They encourage me to just drink more water. I labor another several hours. No one says anything to me about what is going on behind the scenes—that my kidneys are experiencing acute trauma due to lack of water, that my body’s sodium is fucked. I’m crying and shaking and at 10pm on the second night the doctor comes in and tells me that my body rejects pitocin and has been sending fluid to other parts of my body as a reaction. They have been speculating what is wrong with me for hours, knowing something was wrong but not what. Multiple doctors across the country are contacted. They turn the pitocin off after nearly 18 hours of it. The doctor tells me the pitocin isn’t working and my baby isn’t going to be born naturally and that we need to get him out asap or we might both die. I agree to the c section. I didn’t want one, but I had to have it. They still call it elective and not emergency.

I am wheeled into a sterile white room, crying, while a team of surgeons preps for the surgery. I weigh too much. I, still experiencing labor pain, have to roll myself onto the operating table. They strap me down. I don’t get to see my husband for a while. They start giving me drugs to numb me from the neck down. This makes my lungs go numb. I have to actively try to breathe. My husband comes in and holds my hand. I can’t breathe. They put an oxygen mask on me. I vomit into it. I can feel them cutting me open though I don’t feel the pain. I vomit three more times. They deliver my baby and I start sobbing at his cries and I can’t touch him because my body is numb. My husband leaves my side to tend to the baby and is excitedly giving me information while I continue to vomit. They give me a drug to knock me out entirely. They don’t tell me this before they do it. I have sleep apnea. I stop breathing multiple times. I don’t really remember the birth of my baby.

I wake up and two surgeons are above me sewing me up. I ask if I’m ok. They ignore me. I’m hallucinating, thinking I’m speaking when I’m not. They congratulate me and the team rolls me into the hall, laughing and celebrating while I am genuinely convinced I died on the table. Nothing feels real. They roll me into my room and my husband is in the corner, holding our baby. I still think I’m dead. He goes to bring the baby to me, the nurses take my baby and run some more tests. My husband comes over to check on me. I ask if I’m dead. He says I’m not. I don’t believe him. The nurse comes over to finally hand me my baby. I start crying, I reach my arms out. She forgets something and turns around, taking him away just before I can reach him. I’m too tired to say anything. I finally get to hold him and before I can even process anything, a team of nurses comes over and starts trying to teach me how to breastfeed. I am high as a kite, my baby is rejecting my breast, I still think I’m dead. Someone takes him from me at some point and I am told to go to bed. I do. I wake up in horrible pain. The next two days are spent trying to bond with my son while being barely able to move. I’m in a diaper, I’m bleeding profusely. The hospital bed is too high and can’t be lowered so I have to learn to crawl like an animal to get into it. My legs are swollen with the water my body was rejecting. I am told to rest, as I have received a major abdominal surgery. I am also told not to rest, to keep from forming life threatening blood clots. They won’t let me lay down for more than an hour.

I finally leave after four total days. I am terrified of getting pregnant again.

[zenaidamacrouras1]

Hey so about SPD - I think I have complications from it still, my kid is like a year old. Do you have any advice on dealing with that?

Hi yes! It's funny because so much of my tumblr is Marvel fandom but I forget how some of my "indignities of gestating" posts break containment. Hi friend! Congrats on your one year old. What a sweet age!

So, to everyone who may read: when you make a whole baby inside your musculoskeletal system and especially if you eject it vaginally (well probably c-sections too I just don't know about them) it's not surprising that some of your body parts end up in the wrong place as a side effect. I do NOT UNDERSTAND why assessing for such issues is not standard. It makes me SO ANGRy. So yes I will now overshare about my experience.

You may want a chiropractor to realign your pelvis/hips/spine/etc post partum, I did this and I believe it helped. It may take 2-3 visits if things are really out of whack. If the chiro doesn't give you exercises to strengthen in addition to realignment, then I would get thee to a physical therapist next. Or do PT first if you have to choose.

Physical therapy, specifically strengthening your thighs, hips and pelvic floor I would guess, may help. You (everyone!) should find a PT that knows things about post partum bodies, which is not every physical therapist. I ended up going to a person who specialized in pelvic floor weakness after my first kid and then I had diastasis recti, which is when your ab muscles separate, as well as pelvic floor drama, after the second.

Both times I was able to find a PT with post partum experience by just calling the larger PT places in town and asking for that.

Fyi: Diastasis recti: (If you tense your ab muscles and push down right above or below your belly button, those muscles should not have a gap wider than a finger or so there, if they do that's diastasis recti and physical therapy will help). (Fwiw I didn't know I had DR but I went to the PT for crippling back pain figuring something was broken and hey! that's what it was. Fun story but my second kid was born 10 lbs and then doubled in size like immediately and oh my god. Sometimes I see one year olds that are the size my monster was at 3 months. I still remember trying to fit him in a newborn size diaper at the hospital and he just busted out of it. The nurses were so excited to weigh him when he was born because they had bets on if he would top 10 lb. When the midwife was checking my abdomen to feel his position while I was in labor, she said in alarm, "how tall are you??" i said "about 6 ft." And she said, "wow! Your baby is really huge!"

That entire human was IN MY BODY and yes, he left a trail of damage. (I love him)

My point is, most of my issues were fixed within 8 physical therapy visits. EIGHT. Miracle.

Pelvic floor: My pelvic floor muscles were so fucked over after baby #1, which I think can link with SPD, that I couldn't feel that I couldn't exercise them. This caused me a lot of issues.

So the PT hooked me up to a machine that let me see when I actually was or was not stimulating those muscles and then I was eventually strong enough to be able to do kegels and a bunch of other things. It was miraculous. I should find that woman and send her flowers as I am grateful for her help literally every time I sneeze or cough or walk up stairs (because I don't pee or have severe pain when I do those things.)

If you don't have access to physical therapy, then you might look up the SPD exercise of squeezing a can between your knees, which was my favorite. The Yoga pose bridge (with can between your knees) was also great.

As well as doing anything to gently strengthen your thighs, hips and core. Gentle yoga will help a lot, and probably not make anything worse, and well as squats and leg lifts.

Everything is all wibbly wobbly and timey wimey (wait that's the tardis) and a safe bet is slowly making things from your knees to your belly button stronger.

The safest bet is to have an actual professional diagnose what's happening. If you are really out of alignment, the muscle strengthening isn't going to help, and if your muscles are off balance (like when my pelvic floor muscles were so weak) strengthening around it can exascerbate the imbalance and increase back pain.

I really hate taking care of myself and doing maintenance but a lot of this is fixable with just a couple visits.

So please don't suffer another year without checking in with a professional. Because you deserve to have answers and live pain free. ❤️❤️❤️ Please feel free to comment/chat if you have questions.

[verdantmeadows]

My personal headcanons/alternate endings that I just pretend are canon because, although I think almost everything was done perfectly and is good narratively in TCGF, there's still things I like to imagine otherwise

Shi Wudu still dies (or alternatively, severely injured/banished), but Shi Qingxuan, after becoming mortal, either eventually ascends again in a defiance of fate (which makes some sense since Xie Lian, who doesn't always like notions of fate now rules the Heavenly Realm) or dies prematurely and lingers as a ghost

In that same aspect, He Xuan doesn't really just disappear after getting revenge (asides from a few implications of him). During the course of his deception, he genuinely did grow attached to Shi Qingxuan. Either he or Shi Qingxuan seek each other out and have a complicated relationship although they end up together romanticaly (eventually). They either are able to meet again more easily due to Shi Qingxuan becoming a god or by Shi Qingxuan becoming a ghost and connected to He Xuan that way

Feng Xin never romantically loved Jian Lan. Although it's possible that Cuocuo is still his son, he was in a relationship with her out of compulsory heterosexuality or something similar (as I headcanon him as gay). Part of Jian Lan leaving is probably out of acceptance that Feng Xin can never love her romantically/they never had what she wanted. Or, alternatively, they were in a situation where they were each other's beards. It's possible that Jian Lan deluded herself into thinking Cuocuo was her and Feng Xin's son. Feng Xin never intentionally "killed" Cuocuo (I say in quotes since he likely never fully developed into a baby) but he "died" due to a failed C section that Feng Xin had to attempt due to premature labor or something similar.

Relating Feng Xin, Feng Xin and Mu Qing somehow, eventually, end up romantically involved as well, although the way they interact with each other largely stays the same.

Jun Wu stays imprisoned for a long time, naturally, but eventually manages to dissipate or live a new life thanks to Mei Nianqing's help.

Quan Yizhen and Yin Yu do end up repairing their relationship. It takes Quan Yizhen a very long time to understand and it also takes Yin Yu time to realize and understand that Quan Yizhen has differences that make him unable to exist in the social world that most heavenly officials and the entire world navigate from (since I read Quan Yizhen as autistic and intellectually disabled). Regardless, their relationship starts over not just as a master/disciple but as equals.

Qi Rong manages to return in a physical form, seemingly have to learned very little but in actuality having grown a lot and given up many of his evil ways such as eating humans. He reunites with Guzi and takes on a true paternal role far more. Guzi has aged a few years and genuinely understands the difference between his birth dad and Qi Rong yet still views Qi Rong as his dad. Guzi does not follow in Qi Rong's evil ways but still associates with him. Qi Rong still remains haughty and tries to show off to Guzi but treats him with far more respect and like a true son. Because Lang Qianqiu had been raising Guzi in his stead, Lang Qianqiu ended up also developing a paternal bond with Guzi despite only feeling obligated to care for him at first. Lang Qianqiu is forced to put aside his revenge and hatred for Qi Rong to co-parent with him for Guzi's sake, as Guzi cares for both of them.

There may be more I'm forgetting, but these are all the ones off the top of my head!

[eren-the-eldritch]

I have compiled a list of Arthur’s scar leaving injuries so people(me) don’t forget(still me) to draw them (i’ll update this when new significant injuries happen and at the end of this i’ll do a tl;dr of what Arthur’s current state might look like now, leaving out uncertainties and including things like starvation and shaving.

Part 1 “The Dark World”

There were no blood mentions regarding Parker’s body and I’m taking a shot in the dark and saying the method was strangulation (unless John just used some weird magic and not Arth’s body). When being strangled, most will panic and claw at the aggressors wrists- But then wouldn’t there be blood? Maybe enough time passed for it to dry and remain hidden under Arthur’s sleeves. I dunno I just like the idea of that moment leaving scars.

Part 3 “The Mansion”

There was a car crash (surprising it only happened on the duo’s 2nd drive..). Arth literally had to climb through a seat to get to the baby in the back however the baby remained unharmed so maybe he could’ve been unharmed as well? Buutttt he did black out for a split second and said he couldn’t think straight. I believe a small superficial head scar to be possible along with some tiny other facial scaring all, caused by the glass windshield shattering a bit due to the crash. After all, there was sound of stepping over glass when he walked away from the wreck..

Arth also fell through a wooden stairway but no attention was drawn to any possible injury on his body and I realllyy doubt that he wasn’t harmed in some way.. maybe thin scars were created by the wood scratching thin areas like the hands and ankles or areas that scar easily but you just happen to be able to ignore it in the moment, y’know?

Part 4 “The Voices”

Near the end of this episode, Arthur gets huge damage to the stomach causing it to bleed. Pretty sure it was inflicted by a kitchen knife or something larger. Art said something along the lines of his entire waistline feeling wet with blood and it was enough damage for John to say the words “if this is the end…” and some sappy shit. Definitely a deep cut.

(Wow… dying from a botched c-section… not unbelievable but very uncommon for a man who, unless I skipped an episode, was not pregnant…)

Part 9 “The Boat”

Everyyyyone knows about the 3 shots Arthur took to the chest but i’ll mark it anyway. The first two shots seemed to only be like “OW” but he could probably keep going. By that excellent deduction I conclude they didn’t hit the heart. The third one probably did tho, sounded like he was seeing the light- or well, the dark at that point.

Part 12 “The End”

These little tadpole guy things tries to slither into arthur’s arm, arthur has to press lighter against skin to stop the thing from getting further in, bleeding a bit, possible scar + burn scar.

Part 13 “The Dreamlands”

Now it’s time to bring up the wooden pinkie. The duo bit it off to give the trees a friend, cauterized the wound, and a wooden pinkie grew out. There could be burn scarring where the wooden replacement pinkies grew out.

Part 15 “The Storm”

The injury caused here is kinda the entire reason I decided to go back through all the episodes and check because I forgot about this one entirely. Here the duo just barely escape a dark storm by hiding behind a large boat bitten by rust. The wind tore off some skin on the right side of Arthy’s face and it was apparently difficult to see out of their right eye until they cleaned it.

Part 17 “The Fall”

The monster thing threw a rock at Art from ceiling which resulted in a deep cut in his bicep. His shoulder dislocated on the same arm and from the fact that Arthur (who only has control of the right hand) had to set it back I think the damage was on the left arm.

Part 20 “The King” + “Coda”

Arthur got cut by one of the King’s dancer’s cut Arthur although it isn’t clear where it sounded like it drew blood (aka it scarred). Arthur also stabbed himself in the throat, just missing his jugular. That definitely left a kayne-knife-shaped scar.

Part 23 “The Past”

A piece of Arthur’s right ear was torn off, ouch.

(gonna include this here because I don’t want to go back and check which episode this happened in but Arthur did shave at like the beginning of the season after he got to the weird bar. I remember because he kept going on about deserving a wash and a shave and yellow was so pissy about it)

Part 27 “The Roots”

And now everyone’s favorite episode! We know Arth isn’t gonna die so i’m considering what the marks left by this near death experience may be. Arthur gets pierced by some tendril thing through the stomach so depending on what means through which it heals, there’s gonna be a huge scar there (i can’t imagine it just stays an open hole.. or it could, who knows!) Also, based on how the creature thing cut it out, there should be a gash in Arth’s head from where john cut the monster thingy’s tendril out.

tl;dr

Arthur is (circa part 26 not 27) a very thin, clean-shaven man showing signs of starvation covered in scars with the most significant being the superficial scarring on the right side of his face, a deep scar across his stomach covering the entirety of his waistline, 3 small wounds to the chest caused by bullets, a wooden pinkie on his left hand, a deep scar over his throat, a deep cut in his left bicep, a piece of his right ear bitten off, a burn scar on his arm where he had to burn a tadpole out of it.

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

Less Than

my new Daniel/Armand fic. read it below or here

Daniel has been banished to the couch. Again.

It is, admittedly, his fault. He and Armand were arguing (they're always arguing these days) and he'd said some cruel, nasty things. Nasty enough to make Armand storm off and lock himself in the bedroom. Daniel's pretty sure he had been crying. No amount of pleading or apologizing had been able to get him out or have him open the door. Then, when Armand finally had came out, the argument had started right back up again.

Which is how Daniel finds himself sleeping on the couch again. It's really hard to do without the special blackout glass in the bedroom. Even after all this time, sleeping in the daylight is hard. But he has to keep Armand's hours. (Everything always has to be Armand's way.)

He gives up on sleep after an hour. Feeling defeated, he trudges down the hall to the bedroom and knocks on the door. “You awake, baby?” There's no response. Probably means Armand is ignoring him. Daniel knows Armand has as much trouble sleeping after a fight as he does. “I'm going out. I'll be back soon.”

Part of him hopes Armand will get irritated enough at him wanting to go out without him that he'll open the door to bitch at him. Daniel knows in his gut that if he could just see Armand, just touch him, that he can make this right.

Armand doesn't open the door.

Daniel sighs; and presses his forehead to the door. He likes to imagine Armand on the other side, only the thin layer of wood between them. “I love you,” he says, “Not that you care, but I still love you.”

He'll always love Armand, regardless of their fights. Besides, their good times are great. It only makes sense that their bad times are hell. It balances.

Daniel decides what will make things better is a gift. If Armand was a girl, he could do flowers or jewelry or something simple. But Armand isn't a girl; he's a weirdo. Daniel loves that about him, but it makes gift giving difficult. So he goes to a department store and browses the kitchen appliance section. Armand loves kitchen appliances. There was a whole thing with blenders and another with microwaves. And Armand had liked the coffee machine he bought him that one time.

He decides on a toaster. He picks the fanciest one the store has and sets off for home.

Armand is still in their room when he returns.

Daniel knocks on the door gently. “Hey baby, you still mad?”

Silence.

Okay, so still mad. “I got you a present.”

More silence.

“It's a toaster.”

“...Why would I want a toaster?” Armand doesn't sound impressed.

“I don't know. You liked blenders and microwaves, so I thought kitchen appliances were good.” Daniel says, but he feels like he's failed some sort of test. “Okay, forget the toaster. What do you want? I'll do anything.”

Armand is quiet a long moment. “Anything?”

“Name it and I'll do it,” Daniel says. “You know I hate having you mad at me.”

The lock clicks and the door opens a crack. Daniel can see only part of Armand's face; he has indeed been crying if the red streaks on his cheeks are anything to go by. Shit, that makes Daniel feel like an asshole. “Hey, sweetheart. I miss you. Let me in?”

Armand steps back and lets the door fall open. Daniel steps inside and immediately wraps his arms around Armand. Armand wiggles free and walks back toward the bed. He sits on the edge and crosses his arms. “Did you mean it?”

Daniel had said a lot of things. He probably meant a lot if it, if he's being honest with himself. But he doesn't like to think about it too much. He loves Armand. Yeah, they have some problems, but what couple doesn't?

“What?”

“When you said I didn't love you.”

Oh. Oh. Daniel moves to Armand and cups his face. “No, baby, no. Of course not.”

Armand doesn't move, doesn't speak, just looks at him for a moment. “But you think I love you less than you love me.”

Daniel swipes his thumb over the dried blood streaked on Armand's face. “That doesn't matter. Someone always loves someone more.”

Armand pushes his hands away and curls unto his side, facing away from Daniel. “I'm going to sleep.”

Well, fuck. Daniel fucked that up.

“Can I sleep with you? I can't sleep without you.”

“Do what you want.”

Daniel has been doing this dance long enough to know when Armand tells him to do what he wants, what he really means is do what Armand wants. Only Armand isn't going to be helpful enough to tell Daniel what that is. Screw it. If Armand wants him to leave, he can use his words and say so.

Daniel crawls in beside Armand. He wants to touch him, to hold him, but he isn't sure Armand will let him. He scoots closer to Armand and drapes an arm over his waist. Armand doesn't exactly flinch, but it feels like he wanted to, then stopped himself.

“Is this okay?” Daniel whispers into Armand's hair. He misses Armand with an intensity that aches. He hates when they fight. “Armand?”

“I'm deciding.”

Daniel smiles at the imperious tone and plants a quick kiss on the nape of Armand's neck. “Take your time.”

“I'll allow it.”

He'll allow it. Goddamn drama queen. Daniel tries to hold back his smile. Everything about Armand makes him so fond. Holy hell, he loves him. “It's because how much I love you, you know.”

Armand stiffens just slightly, but Daniel presses on “It's big, so big it's scary. The way I love you...it's like I can't breathe without you. Like I need you to survive. I love you so much it hurts. You're everything. You're the fucking sun and I orbit around you.”

Armand takes a little breath and relaxes against Daniel, just a little. “That's why I think I love you more. No one can love someone as much as I love you. It isn't possible.”

Armand's hand joins his around his waist and he twines their fingers together. It doesn't mean they're done fighting, but it's a start. It's good enough for now.

(It has to be.)

[villainship]

[Writing WIP Questionnaire]

Reflecting on my drafts folder w/ the previously-skipped section of the questions I was answering here.

If you read this: . . .don’t look @ me. LOL. (Exposing my secrets -- and also hiding from them.)

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Sum up one or more of your wips!

Most aren’t for tumblr-posting, mind u. But:

(Divided up by which character has narration rights)

-a Vette story I keep forgetting abt, where she is trying to figure out TD’s post-binge fate on Nar Shaddaa, having decided she’s actually invested in this weird Sith’s wellbeing.

-Quinn experiencing TD’s response to betrayal (TD: “I’m not mad, I just want you to acknowledge your life is in /my/ hands. Forever.”)

-like 4 separate WIPs of ‘joint midlife crisis’ Zahied & TD engaging in their unsanctioned fraternizing in early times/getting to know each other -- however eagerly (TD) or reluctantly (Zahied). -Alliance-era, mid-50s Zahied thinks hard abt where he is, tells TD he ready to dump him (probably. Soon. --For real, though. NO relapses. When it’s done it’s /done/, 100%. Swearing off this shit- . . . Yes, he’ll still teach ur damn kids their hand-to-hand fighting.)

-Alliance-era TD, fraught with relationship issues/feelings(???) beyond his comprehension (dumped by his boyfriend; wife still touchy that he is hot for his boss; boss ignoring him b/c 1. she has never considered him significant or attractive 2. she’s busy with the happiness of being reunited with her bug husband), takes a team (incl. his Apprentice) to Hoth for a mission, where they lose contact with home base & can’t send an update to confirm they’re still alive. --He thinks that’s fine he didn’t want to hear from anyone there for a While anyway-- (but something else Will go wrong.) -Agent Vensys is assigned as chaperone for traitor-on-probation Sith Lord Liio (going Where? idk) -- which may be AU content, or I might make it canon. . . or I might split off into 2 different versions (one where they potentially makeout a little, & one for sailing the crack ship onward to far-distant horizons that veer OOC for at least 1 of them). Lolll. -(?canon?) Kallir has a nice day. -Kallir runs afoul of a posse of Imperial troops privately harboring anti-Sith sentiments in a garrison on Taris (? question mark). (Visiting pumpkin Agent was witnessed holding hands with a Sith who recently came by) -- I’m evaluating how much violence I’ll include as canon. (Less than I wrote. . . but some. He definitely gets bullied. Punches someone in the throat. Maybe knifes a guy a little bit?? I wrote that scene, but I’m not sure it’ll fit.) -Kallir undergoing an entire ordeal living among space pirates & becoming slightly unhinged. -in AU: Kallir (the Minister of Intelligence), dragged away from the tail end of a formal ball, puts up with Vensys plying his charms at him (again)

-total shipping AU: Kallir, Liio, & Zahied, lonely hearts club, attempt to distract one another from mountains of baggage in the only way that comes to their minds when they recognize everyone else is hot and thirsty. (Fellas. . . you’re a mess. Sorry I’m so into that.)

Which story took the most research?

Well- the extent of research I’m willing to do is stuff like “what’s this place/object look like in SWTOR?”, or “what does the internet say about these star wars aliens?”

Which story has the most lore?

TD going to Hoth to blow up a Star Fortress maybe (regrettably, I don’t know the relevant lore & I’ve been incapable of doing the gameplay I want to do to get there).

Current word count of all your main wips?

I do Not track those stats. . . I think I know which are the longest, though.

-Part 1 of Liio/Kallir/Zahied AU is. . . 54 pages (for. . .3-4 scenes, essentially. dkfshgkjf). -Part 2 combined WIPs are 15 + 6 + 3 + .2 (a paragraph) (split up due to time-jumping mid-draft, starting a new file, & returning to unfinished business when I feel like it)

Fic that isn’t a total departure from character canon: -Part 1 (of the in-depth edition) of Kallir’s pirate story is a 32 page WIP, w/ an 18-page side chapter (which might not get any longer) -Part 2: 6 pages so far.  -Aftermath follow-up: 7 so far.

How many projects do you have going on right now? Are there any that you doubt you’ll ever finish?

(My answer to question 1 is more-or-less my entire list) It’s hard to say I Won’t finish anything, but also--I don’t often finish writings.

What was you first major project? How far along is it?

And I wouldn’t necessarily call any of them ‘major’ projects (pirate fic got pretty big--but. idk). . .

My first SWTOR fic was for TD & Quinn, and I got lost on it. lol. It’s one of those drafts that feels convoluted to look at (there’s a lot of patchwork pieces), & I’m not sure exactly how much of it is worth having in there or what I actually Want to write into it. (Quinn is hilarious to write, though.)

What are some tropes and character dynamics found in your wips?

. . . gay little scene-slice stories of charged & intimate interactions--aggressive or/and soothing. Just people having their emotional problems in various Situations (sometimes amid danger/stress. . . sometimes when they are trying to enjoy themselves. . . Sometimes those mix).

So. . . tame (generally tame.) psychological whump (mainly psychological.) I Guess. H/C-aligned.

Describe the setting of one or more of your wips

All my stories are in settings of Convenience, and usually defined more by who is there than details of the place itself. (eg. I’m picturing “Kallir gets bullied for having a Sith bf” somewhere on Taris b/c it seems like the kind of place where the military doesn’t get a lot of oversight). Nothing too exciting (or original).

What are some things that inspired your stories? Real events? Maybe a dream?

Game events sometimes, of course. ehehh.

I also have. . . not uncommonly come up w/ concepts for scenarios based on outfits. (Pirate fic arose b/c I previewed the Belsavis zap collar on Kallir. Vensys’ formal outfit was the starting point for that AU fic with the formal event)

What story are you the proudest of? Why?

I dunnoooo-- I have. . . a weird relationship w/ my writings. I don’t have consistent feelings about them (whether I think anything is so good or absolutely Unbearably terrible/cringe changes based on my own moods), and. . . A lot of the time I’m ashamed even making some/most of them for various reasons.

. . .BUT. I was (and still am) pretty proud of how I wrote our charas in the pumpkin-meets-Severine mini-story from a While back (which I just re-blogged cuz of the improvement edits last night). hehe. On fire w/ that one, writing a couple of my favorite personalities--successfully (I’d say) channeling a character that’s not even mine. 

And I don’t feel like I wasted my time if it’s a gift 4 a friend & I’ve been able to make their day with it. <3 We luv our charas. hell yeaaaaaaa

[perpetuallyangerygoatmom]

It’s a bittersweet memory now but I’ll never forget the moment I figured out what I was going to name my daughter.

I started making baby name lists as soon as I found out I was pregnant. I wanted something that wasn’t incredibly uncommon but not a name you hear everyday. I imagine that’s a lot of parents’ logic behind their child’s name. Initially I was pretty set on Valerie because I just love the name (and in small part because of the song Valerie, covered by any winehouse). So the two top contenders for most of the pregnancy were Valerie and Scarlett. Her father was more partial to Scarlett and for a while that’s what we would tell people when they asked what we were naming her. As the day came closer (I think I was maybe 7 months pregnant? Or 8?) I started having nightmares in which I named her Scarlett and she hated her name and just told me how much she hated it and cried about it. I would have these almost every night for a week, when I finally decided Scarlett was not a possibility. But at this time I was talked out of all my other options so I was back to the drawing board. For a while it was all I could think about. I spent a lot of time at work in the bathroom on my phone looking at baby names. One night I was sitting in bed with her father just reading a list of the names and having his reaction. One of the names on the list was taliah. And I was surprised to hear him say he liked it. So I started thinking on it and looking into the meaning of it and eventually I was pretty settled on it. I called my mom from the bathroom at work the next week to tell her I was strongly considering it. But nothing was set in stone. That was just the only one we could both agree on, her father and I. Then I gave birth on a day when I was not expecting or prepared to. Rather, they had to do an emergency C section because her cord was wrapped around her neck, and when I saw her I knew that had to be her name. Life is crazy. So much happens so fast. And I hope she likes her name. That’s a lot of pressure to put on a parent to decide something so very important about another person which will impact them for the rest of their life. But ya know if she wants to be called something else at some point I’ll respect that. Still, I do hope she likes her name, lots of nickname potential. I only wish I would have spelled it without the h at the end “Talia” instead of “Taliah” because I feel like she’ll have to spell her name out for everyone or tell them how to pronounce it her whole life. Oh well, that’s how it is sometimes I suppose. And I think the h is some added flair. Anyways, love my kid, she’s my whole world

[thesunisoutagain]

Journal 5 - Pachamama Alliance - Awakening the Dreamer Project 

Journal activities:

Section One: Where are we now? Hunger and poverty are decreasing, violent deaths are decreasing, people are living longer lives, and technology has effectively connected the whole planet. There are all undeniably good things. However, unfortunately, to get to those objectives there have been many sacrifices that have had extremely negative consequences on our Earth. Sustainability has become a secondary priority, sadly. Humans as a whole have continuously increased demands for resources, and on average we are using 50 percent more resources than what nature can provide. With how much we are taking, we might as well be adding in our own downfall since no civilization has ever survived the complete depletion and destruction of its natural support. Another sustainability issue is the rampant poverty that affects our Earth. As it goes now, the rich are getting increasingly richer and the poor are getting poorer. Billions of women around the world are denied educational and financial opportunities, and racism is engrained in many parts of society. Our increased time on technology has left less time for real human connection, causing a spike in mental illnesses, like anxiety and depression. These injustices plague our society and are intertwined with sustainability issues.

b. Section Two: How did we get here? When looking at any issue, it is important to find the root of the problem. Otherwise, you are just treating the symptoms and not the actual cause. Because of our culture, we like to find quick fixes for things, even with problems as serious as these ones. One of the biggest problems is that we have given all the rights to humans and none to the natural world. To us, we believe we are acting rationally and justly because we have been under the trance of the "modern world." One example given is how many people believe that polluting the environment is an inevitable part of human existence, when in reality there was a long period of time when it was not. Every day, people make assumptions to justify wasteful behavior because it is what we are used to.

c. Section Three: What is possible now? Giving up hope is the worst thing we can do for our planet. We forget how quickly things can change, both for the better and worse. Now more than ever, there is a surge in citizen activism since the growing state of our world situation has become too hard to ignore. Many nations, states, and cities are holding themselves accountable for our crisis, evoking groundbreaking research and initiatives. Implementing environmental solutions is essential in the fight for a sustainable world. Even the business world, one notorious for being profit-centric, has acknowledged the importance of our Earth and is working to redefine success in terms of sustainability as an essential factor. Something that was incredibly impactful in this section is the fact that, according to experts, we already have the resources and technology to solve most environmental problems. And, on top of that, we know what to do to fix them. Once again, the point that everything is connected was reiterated, and its importance in understanding is paramount. Overall, the quote "transform dark yesterday's into bright tomorrow," really stood out to me.

d. Where do we go from here? It is important to know and believe that an environmentally and socially sustainable future is possible and not out of reach. Many people are realizing the damage that is done and are striving to help create a more sustainable future. The speaker of this segment said "Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch, which I have got to hold for a moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations." This quote is the essence of this lesson. Especially in America, individualism is a priority over the community, and that has caused us to turn away from each other and the Earth for our own selfish gains. In reality, our life is not just about us, but instead everyone around us and everyone who comes after us. It is our responsibility and duty to ensure we are continuously striving to make changes so our lights shine brighter. Everyone has a role to play, and it is important to learn what it is for you personally and play it. There is hope, and there will always be hope, but actions are essential for any progress to be made. As highlighted it is important to stay awake and in action by staying informed, going deeper, being a part of a community, and acting on projects that will make a difference.

2. What was your wow moment from the course? The idea that we have given all the rights to people and none to the natural world was a "wow" moment for me. I had never thought of it way before, and it being bluntly said was very impactful. I think everyone knows that nature is a living thing, but giving it its own autonomy is difficult because them we can't exploit it as we have. People are afraid of giving the natural world rights because it could damage their personal lifestyle and luxuries.

3. What is your overall reflection of the AWAKENING THE DREAMER online course? One of my favorite parts about this course is how it prompts you to reflect on how you are feeling and is very clear to only consume the content if you are feeling emotionally ok to. I appreciate this greatly since lots of times talking about environmental problems can be incredibly stressful and damaging to a person. Sometimes, when spreading information about the declining state of our environment, it can feel like fear-mongering because of how graphic it is displayed. This can have a horrid effect on someone's mental health, and usually has the opposite effect of its intentions. One can only help the environment if they first help themselves, after all, and I appreciate Awakening The Dreamer attention to that detail. The reflections were also super helpful in discovering ways I can specifically help the fight for sustainability. Many times with environmental issues, it can feel so helpless being just a single person when the majority of the damages are being done by major corporations and governments. That mentality, however, will help no one, and even the smallest of changes can have incredible effects.