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[the-cooler-king]

Yall remember that post that goes like "I told my friend once that when I feel like I'm losing my mind I lay under my desk for a while. One such time I go under there and there is a slim Jim taped to the bottom of my desk with the note, "going insane all alone again?"" I think about it constantly especially when I am going insane

[introboy]

So so excited to share my @mcytblrholidayexchange gift for @follow-the-compass-home! My concept was to combine a bunch of prompts together into one AU.

The premise is a modern-fantasy roommate situation where Tango, Bdubs, and Etho live together in an apartment. The only issue is that none of them are human, but they're all trying desperately to blend in, even though they don't really understand humanity as a concept.

More information can be found below the cut, and an introductory fic snippet can be found here (x)!

Downstairs Neighbors AU

Prompts used as inspiration:

Focus on Tango, Etho, and Bdubs

Include Boatem

Story told from Grian's perspective

Hybrid/inhuman AU

Angst with a happy ending

Emphasis on character dynamics

Here's a summary!!!

Tango, Etho, and Bdubs found each other by looking for roommates on Craigslist. They live in a 4-bedroom apartment together.

Tango is a spirit who wanted to interact with the world in a physical sense, so he built himself a body. He's basically just a ghost possessing an android (but unlike ghosts, he was never alive; he came into being as a fully-formed spirit). He doesn't adhere to normal bodily necessities like food, water, or sleep, which is convenient but also heavily concerning from an outsider's perspective.

Etho is a specific kind of shapeshifter called a mimic. He doesn't have a true form, but can copy the shape and mannerisms of most living creatures. The only constant across all of his appearances is a scarred left eye and white hair. Unfortunately, it takes practice to nail specific species characteristics, so he often forgets what he's supposed to look like and falls into uncanny valley. He wears a mask to cover his more noticable facial slipups.

Bdubs is some sort of plant creature (he doesn't really understand it himself). He has a perfect internal clock and sleeps, without fail, for 12 hours every night. He spends a lot of time in the unoccupied bedroom-- he uses it as a makeshift greenhouse, and it's filled with grow lights and humidifiers. He loves taking care of houseplants, but it's also a cover for him to spend time under the grow lights. Without enough light & water he gets lethargic.

Bdubs, Etho, and Tango, henceforth referred to as BET, all assume that the others are human. But since none of them know how to act human, they continuously pick up stranger and stranger habits from each other.

BET are close friends with Impulse & Skizzleman, who live together across the hall. Their upstairs neighbors are Grian, Pearl, Mumbo, and Scar, who are also besties with Imp & Skizz. BET and Boatem don't know each other well, but Grian especially thinks his neighbors are really odd.

Like BET, Grian is not human, and neither are the rest of his roommates. But they all know about each other, and Grian especially is really good at knowing how to act natural in public places. He's an avian shapeshifter, who can take the form of either a scarlet macaw or a human. Unlike Etho, both forms come equally naturally to Grian, and the shapeshifting process is a lot easier for him.

(Imp & Skizz are not human either-- they are a demon and an angel respectively. But, like Grian, they're really good at blending in when in public.)

One day, Grian gets injured on a flight and accidentally ends up on BET's balcony instead of his own. He's too disoriented to shift back into his human form or fly away, so Bdubs and Etho find him outside their door. Tango calls Impulse over in the hopes that he knows how to fix the random-injured-parrot crisis, but the only result is that Grian and Impulse start to truly take note of how strange their neighbors' living situation is. Incidents like the one pictured above arise (i.e. everyone finding out that there is not a singular scrap of food to be found in the entire apartment).

Ok that's all the rambling I'll do in this post, but I hope you enjoyed! Happy holidays!!

[hisfavegiri]

Sweet little sister - Modern!Aegon Targaryen x Stepsister!Reader

Summary : You are attracted to your stepbrother, Aegon. every night after everyone is asleep you masturbate while thinking about him. Until one night, Aegon heard you moan his name

You don't mind if your father marries another woman, but you are a little surprised when you find out that your new mother has brought her three children to live with you. You are on good terms with all of them, including Aegon. he's three years older than you, the closeness of the two of you makes you feel something you shouldn't feel. You fell in love with him, you fell under the charm of Aegon Targaryen

At first, your crush on him was just normal, but as time went on you felt like you wanted to have him. You are jealous when he always brings home a different woman every day when your father and Alicent are not at home.

You weren't completely annoyed, because your room and his were next to each other. You can hear his moans which make you more and more horny every night you touch yourself, thinking that your fingers are his cock.

You rolled your eyes when you heard the sound of Aegon's car engine entering the garage, "surely he brought another woman, father and Alicent are away now" you said quietly while changing the television channel.

but your guess was wrong, he entered the house alone. you looked at him who was walking towards you, "where are Aemond and Haelena?" Aegon threw himself onto the couch and sat down next to you, you groaned softly and shifted.

“Aemond was studying in the city library, Haelena was going out with her friend”

Aegon just hummed and closed his eyes, he looked tired. You wanted to ask but you were silent when you felt his hand land on your thigh and stroke it gently, you choked out, his strokes were so gentle that it made you start to get wet. You rub your thighs together to provide the friction you need.

“okey then, I'll be in my room if you want anything” he smiled and headed towards his room, you bit your bottom lip while looking at him. you were really horny now, you really needed release. When you heard the sound of Aegon's room closing, you quickly ran to your room and closed the door.

“what the fuck was that?” you lost your sanity, you're on the edge because of him, you have taken off all your clothes—now your naked body attempted to find a sex toys that can help me to fuck myself.

“fucking hell, where the fuck is that thing.” You getting sexually frustrated because of Aegon, you looked at the bottom drawer, you rushed to open it and fortunately you found your favorite vibrator.

you stepped your feet towards the bed and grabbed the vibrator then pushed your upper body down in order to adjust the toy with the entrance. You slowly rubbed the tip of the vibrator across your wet folds, you tried to hold back your moans. You didn't want Aegon to know that you were masturbating while thinking about him. "F-fuck. I need his cock to make it easier for me to reach my g-spot."

It feels never enough to satisfy your lust for him, the sigh getting loud and hard. Henceforth, you close your eyes to sense an acme pleasure. you slowly touch other parts of my body and stop to stroke your nipple that's getting hard. the vibrator still in your vagina, as your heated session getting fiery and exciting.

You put my chest on the sheet to give friction to your breasts. ypur thoughts got crazy, you imagined your stepbrother's hands touching your nipple and licked it. You know it sounds wrong, but you can't help it “Mmm— faster Aeg, i'll cum.”

you gripped the sheets as a sign that the intense desire you kept after a while would explode. You close to your high, your other hand move on your clitoris and the vibrator keep vibrate inside of you, “Ahhh, this feels good.''

You expected to reach the wave of pleasure, but.. a clap intrigued your action to catch the heavens. you gasped in surprise, trying to hide the erotic action that you has doing, and you thought it was too late because your stepbrother was standing in front of you with eyes full of lust.

"Aegon! w-what are you doing in my room?" You pulled your blanket over your naked body, your face flushed and you tried not to look him in the eye. You didn't realize when he entered your room quietly and "accidentally" heard you moaning his name in your masturbations.

"well I heard a sound and thought that you were injured, but it turns out you were..." you cover your face with your hands, oh my gosh you are so embarrassed now.

He coughed, “eum you know, you can just ask me,'' you can see a sarcastic smile on his lips, that's sends a shiver down to your spine. “I didn't mean to interrupt your masturbations, but.. your moans make me horny and you looked so beautiful without any clothes. I couldn't look away other than a liquid flowing in your pussy.”

You blushed because of his kinky praise and your eyes glimpse that he walked over to touch your body. His eyes never diverted. He leaned down and kissed your lips deeply and roughly. you couldn't refuse it and you chose to tangle your tongues and embody passionate love.

“Baby, All you have to do is ask, I will definitely obey all my sweet sister's wishes” He broke the kiss and looked at you in the eyes.

“Ride me, darl. I have one rule too, you can't touch my cock. Just rub your pussy and let's see how much you can handle your lust." he sat on the edge of the bed and patted his thigh.

Your mouth opened and looked at him in disbelief, you saw him smile sarcastically and pat his thigh again, your heart was pounding when you approached him to sit in his lap. “But, before you sit on my thighs, can I ask for the remote of your toys?”

You handed him the remote without thinking about the consequences of his crazy thoughts, you can see him pressing the top speed button. your body shakes and drops again to the bed, grabbing the sheets.

"n-no please t-to muchh" He demonstrates a smirk, he likes seeing you like this because of his actions, your body starts to shake violently, you can see stars because of the pleasure you feel "A-aeg.. i'm-coming", he noticed that you will reach your climax. not wasting any second, he immediately turns it off and thwarts it again.

“Ups.. I don't mean it. Now, sit on my lap, darling.” you approached him slowly, as you straddled his thigh, your sensitive pussy and skin met his slightly rough jeans and you moan at the feeling of that. you can sense that his bulge is getting hard and it's making you even more enthusiastic to ride in his laps.

Wanted more, no, you craved more. you bucked your hips and started grinding up against him. The tension is getting hot. Your hands gripped his shoulders to move faster and he watched me struggle with the pressure he exerts. He held your hips to help you reach your high for the second time. you saw his eyes getting dark with ineluctable desire.

"Look at me," He said as he grabbed your face to look at him, sharing countless intense looks, “Open your mouth.” you carried out his orders and your hips continued to move above him. he put a finger in your mouth, and it sent you sinking into a long throes of passion, "AhH mm- please., f-fuck me already, I can’t handle it.” As if he was deaf, he still wouldn't let you to touch his cock

you moaned out as your body started to shake, reaching your high. your body trembled because the intensity and passion you felt had reached the climax, he smiled and you could see the satisfied smile on his face.

“That was awesome, I admired it when you rode me. Next time, just ask me and i will come to fuck you until your stupid enough.” He whispered at your ear and start to kiss your naked shoulder.

tag list - @danytar @looneytun3s @hangmanscoming @yazzzmints @julessworldd @eratosmusings (italic means that i can’t tag you)

[dotster001]

Protective Charms

Summary: Malleus x gn!reader. After a fight with Malleus, both of you are employing the dirty tricks you know to get the other to talk to you/leave you alone.

CW:Minor angst in the middle,but mostly just silliness with fae lore.

A/N: My folklore major ass couldn't help but think about fae lore, so I wrote this 😂

Malleus had a habit of silently walking next to you, and threading his fingers through yours, without bothering to look.

But you were still mad at him, so….

"Ow! Child of Man!" He whined, pulling his hand away, and rubbing his fingers, a pouty expression taking over his face.

You playfully waved your fingers at him, displaying your lovely new IRON rings.

He halted his walking, and crossed his arms over his chest, his bottom lip protruding a little.

"You are being childish."

"You are being childish," you parroted back in a high pitched voice. "That's what you sound like."

"I do not!"

"I do not!"

"Lilia!!!!" He whined, turning over his shoulders to complain to his retainers and guardian, the latter of which wasn't even trying to hold back his glee.

"Ah, your first fight with your beloved. It's so nice to see you living like a regular student!"

You began to walk away again, and Malleus, once again, attempted to grab your hand, immediately forgetting your iron rings.

"Ow!" He gave you a dark glare, and boomed out, "Y/N L/N, I demand you remove those rings and talk to me."

Now you were pouting, as you found yourself removing your rings against your will. 

But the command was also to talk to him, and by God, if he wanted to talk, you'd talk.

"Alright, Lord Malleus. Let's talk," you growled, startling your boyfriend.

Sebek was about to jump at you for your attitude, but Lilia held him back.

"You promised when we started dating that you would help find a way for me to go back and forth between the worlds, then I find out, that was too hard for you so you just gave up, and never planned to tell me. Then when I bring it up you lash out at me! So yeah! Let's talk!"

The crowd that was gathering around the argument was letting out oohs and gasps.

You expected Malleus to fight back like he did the first time you had this conversation. Instead, he looked to the floor and whispered,

"I'm scared, Y/N. I'm scared of losing you."

You froze. This…was not the answer you were expecting. 

"Mal…"

"The only ways I've seen so far would take you away forever, and I thought if you knew…you'd leave me," his eyes looked uncertain for maybe the first time since you'd known him.

"Mal," you repeated, going to grab his hands. "My boyfriend is one of the most powerful mages in existence. If anyone is able to pull it off, it's him. And I'm willing to wait patiently for that. But you have to communicate with me."

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and his cheeks turned a shade of pastel pink. 

"I understand. I will discuss my feelings and findings with you from henceforth, my treasure." He said.

"Good," you smiled.

"Will you return the iron ring from whence they came?" He asked hopefully.

"Mmm, I think I'll hold onto them, just in case," you giggled. 

He sighed, and kisses you deeply, before turning you around and holding your arms behind you back.

"Silver! Quick, the rings are in their right pocket! Take them and run!" 

"Mal!"

Silver looked conflicted, while Lilia giggled, and Sebek struggled in his grip.

"That's an order from your king, Silver," Malleus boomed authoritatively, and a shiver went down your spine.

Silver sighed, and gave you an apologetic look as you struggled.

"Sorry, Y/N," he muttered, taking the rings from your pocket, and running away.

"There, all better,"Malleus hummed in your ear. Then he turned you back around and threaded his fingers through yours, and began walking down the hallway.

"I can always buy more," you muttered.

"Y/N L/N, you will never buy anything iron ever again." 

....

Tag list- @stygianoir @shytastemakerthing

[ladystarksneedle]

A dragon's embrace

Summary: A lady at court weathers the storm, sheltered by a fiery embrace.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: suggestive themes

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The rings on her fingers felt heavy as she sat turning them compulsively, gazing out the window, her thoughts in a whirlwind like the storm brewing outside. It was as if the Baratheons had brought the full might of their anger to the Keep, punishing them for breaking their oath. It made her shiver uncomfortably, sitting alone in his chambers, his cloak offering her meager comfort.

It had been hours since he'd left her there, with a hurried peck on her forehead cradling her face in his hands.

“I shall return soon. No storm shall take me from you.”

Yet the storm raged on, with no sign of him returning from that fateful meeting in the small council chambers.

She had longed to be in this very room for many moons now, sitting at the edge of the bed, on the chaise near the window, at the table breaking their fast, once before dawn as he left to train and again after he came back, fresh from his bath. Each object she stared at cast a heavy shadow across the room, increasing the guilt and worry gnawing at her heart.

“The betrothal is set in stone. It is both advantageous and exemplary. There can be no better match for the Prince,” her father had remarked time and again thoroughly praising his overlords with misplaced reverence.

Yet he had chosen her.

The statuesque lady in gold before her had fumed, albeit silently, before she'd excused herself with grace, leaving her bewildered, face to face with the object of their rivalry. It was never an equal one to begin with, for Aemond had her heart long before she'd come to realize what it meant to be his, long before he stood tall, proudly declaring her as his.

The room erupted in an uproar, the Storm Lord cussing the loudest, demanding trials and reparations for the blatant disrespect to their house, all while her dragon stood calmly, hands clasped behind his back, eyebrow raised in challenge. “Let them come”, he'd said to her moons ago. “I'll show them what it means to face a dragon's wroth.” She'd been sent away soon after by her father, bewildered and shocked at the scene before him with a small nod from her Prince.

“Do not fret like you always do, or I'll make do on my promise of lining the spikes of this dreaded holdfast”

“You know I cannot help it”

“Then it shall be my wedding gift to you sweet girl, a most enjoyable one” he had smirked before leaving her alone.

She wondered now what her father thought of her as he remained locked with the many lords bickering and squabbling amongst themselves. She knew there'd be accusations hurled and insults thrown. She had never wanted to shame him, to make him feel as if she wasn't grateful for all that he'd done, or to make him feel unloved or disrespected, unable to follow through with his wishes, but her heart was a fickle thing, yearning and wanting from the moment she'd seen that flash of silver in the courtyard.

“Prince Aemond, my lady” her septa had said as she led her inside. “He's the second son of King Viserys, betrothed to one of the Baratheon ladies, Floris I'd wager, she's the most comely. They'd make a handsome pair, don't you think?”

She hadn't thought so, as his eye caught hers, unblinking as she bowed her head, passing by him only to find him staring as she insolently gazed back.

His eye never left her henceforth. Whenever she'd find herself in a room with him, their eyes danced in a silent battle of their own. She'd found it hard to look away, drawn to his pool of icy blue, beckoning her at will. His gaze, she'd learned, never faltered. It was sharp and unyielding like the blade he wielded, cutting through the crowd with precision, daunting and alluring. She was cut by him at times and had found herself bruised, on the brink of madness and tears, softened yet again by the changing pool of blue from anger to comfort, idyllic and hazy, never hurting her more than needed.

The sky above her thundered mockingly, changing hue, as she ruminated quietly.

Somewhere in the distance she could hear Vhagar roar, in warning or longing, she did not know, before her eyes were drawn to the door behind. She rose promptly hugging his coat close as she made her way towards him, holding his hands in her own. He had despised touch, initially, hated the feeling of being prodded and felt, yet soon relented to her. She remembered the first time she'd held his arm, almost involuntarily at a dance and how he'd tensed under her fingertips. How she'd coaxed him, much like what she thought how a dragon was, before being claimed. “Lykirī”, he'd told her once sitting before the very fireplace they were seated at now. “That's how you comfort a dragon. You bring your hands towards them in submission and hope they find you worthy.”

He pressed his lips to her temple, bringing her close, running his fingers along her arm, hands still clasped together.

“Lykirī”

His touch burned and soothed her all the same, as he exhaled loudly breaking the silence.

“It is done. We shall be wed in a moon’s time. Your father shall return alone to make the necessary preparations and be back in a fortnight to give you off. You shall resume your duties, in the meantime as you've been doing so these past few moons and nothing shall change.”

“It has though. What of Floris?”

“The Baratheons shall leave tonight.”

“Hmm” she hummed silently.

“You are very quiet my lady. Should you wish to adopt this mantle of silence when we're wed I may be forced to use rather ungallant means to coax you”

“More ungallant than you've already used?” she asked with a smile.

“I had considered you aware of my regimen, it should hardly come as a surprise.”

“No, I suppose not. You are as brutal as you train to be, my prince. You need not worry considering I've already yielded.”

He looked at her satisfied, stroking her arms with rhythmic precision.

“You have lost an important alliance. The Baratheons were essential in securing the stormlands, without them we would lose major footing.”

“Does my wife profess to be a commander too”

“Do not jest, not now,” she replied, shaking as he turned towards her. “I am afraid,” she whispered softly. “I am afraid you’ve made a mistake.”

He hummed in response as his gaze turned, serious and unflinching.

“Tell me my lady, what can you give me that the Baratheons cannot”

“What?”

“Answer my question. What do I gain by marrying you?”, he asked.

“I don't know”

“Daor” he clicked his tongue. “Think” she heard looking at him cocking his head to the side. He expected something different. He expected more.

“I have no money, no land or title sufficient enough that would politically assuage this relation, only a small standing army and a meager portion of land that this wedding would bestow” she said, holding his hand as he looked at her to continue.

“I can only offer myself to you, as a wife. If you seek something important, that is all I can give you, all of me,” she whispered almost pleadingly.

“All of my wishes and desires, my fears and wants for you to bear with me together, with all of yours” she spoke “I can offer you comfort and a willing hand that you hold now, for as long as I shall live. You shall have my touch to soothe you my dragon, whenever you wish, however you wish. That is all I can give.”

The blue of his eye darkened imperceptibly as he squeezed her hand, pleased by her response.

“You shall shift to new chambers down the hall in the morn and you shall continue to see me as I please.”

She nodded in response.

“Lykirī Ābrazȳrys. You have done your part, let your prince weather the storm ahead.”

Taglist: @witheredoffherwitch @arcielee @chompchompluke @barbieaemond

[thr0wnawayy]

A Thought, A Theory

I'll probably make a more indepth post or may just update this one once the offical translations get dumped (which means pictures!), but I have a bit of a crack theory that chapter 430 isn't as real as we've been led to believe.

(As for when this actually takes place, that's up to you but I like to imagine the start of his third year marks the beginning of his mental decline)

This mostly comes from some inconsistencies in regards to the hero rankings and some other stuff

Its stated that Best Jeanist and Endeavor are still active. With the exception of Jeanist, this should not be possible for obvious reasons.

2. Something feels off visually and narrative-wise, I don't know how to describe this other than everything looks too ideallic. Like it feels too sanitized and sterile, this probably because Hori ripped the last bits of life this story had away. But hush. Also Aoyama is there didn't he leave UA? (and Japan)

3. Apparently people forgot the connection between Endeavor and Shoto. Normally this would be a good thing as Shoto would be able to become his own person.

This falls flat when you remember that also includes people forgetting the reason and happenings behind Shoto's existence, it just feels to good to be true. Everyone overlooks the bad and gets tunnel vision over any semblance of good.

Now you may be wondering, so what's going on.

Well, Midoriya's having a breakdown fantasy to cope with the fact that he won't be becoming a hero due to the loss of his quirk.

It sounds crazy but consider the following.

Midoriya subconsciously knows the way he's been treated was wrong. This manifests within the escapists fantasy in Bakugo's drop in the rankings + the attitude surrounding him (as well as his damaged hand never fully healing)

He meets a kid who just so happens to be in a near exact same position as he once* was (and still is to an extent). One could take this as his mind's way of trying to cope and heal itself, by having Midoriya do what he does best and help others, henceforth working though his trauma by using the kid as a stand in.

*Even the kid's "bully" seems to be a warped version of Bakugo (perhaps this is how Midoriya tries to fool himself into believing how it was)

We see Kota. I believe that here, Kota serves as what Midoriya thinks he could have been had he not failed. Kota is the idealized version of Midoriya here, the unobtainable.

I believe the abandonment/limited contact from his classmates to be based in reality, unfortunately. Whether it was by choice or forced by their PR to preserve their images (can't be seen around the "freaks" for too long, now can we?). The lie may come in the form of busy schedules.

(either it's what Midoriya tells himself or he's been told, you can't tell me they can't just make a group chat or video call. At least a High School Reunion)

The Mech Suit is a massive cope, it's the dying whimper of Midoriya's childish hope that All Might will save the day. This time there's no magic quirk, no garrish mech suit, no plot twist.

No. There's only Midoriya and the consequences of his, his classmates and hero societies actions. It doesn't matter how shiny and seamless the illusion, how sweet the lie.

You can't hide the blood.

[cinnamonm00n]

Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice

Dazai x reader

Slight trigger warning: heavily suggestive content, nothing too explicit really happens tho

Third person P. O. V.

A pair of arms reached upwards. Cutting a shadow through the stream of sunlight coming through the windows, while yawns omitted from a h/c head of hair.

A tired girl yawning to her hearts content in the middle of the Port Mafia building.

All of this behavior soon leading her to succumb to her exhaustion by leaning on a wall and sliding down to the floor. Nestling into a comfortable sitting position on it.

The skin of her eyelids gently met as her consciousness dove into fog and slumber.

Her body relaxed slowly against the wall of the empty hallway. Her aching muscles melting into her bones with relief from the oncoming sleep.

"Oh, Y/N-nn!" breezed through the silence.

Her eyes shot open.

Y/N looked over at the direction of the voice, which she now recognized as her boyfriend who was now smirking at her exhausted state. 

"My dearest! Just the person I was looking for!"

"What is it now, Dazai? I'm tired..."

Y/N cracked her knuckles to keep her form awake as she waited for the reply.

Dazai just giggled.

"Guess what!"

She closed her eyes again.

"What?" 

"Mori has another mission for you!" 

"ANOTHER ONE!? " with this the once closed eyes now snapped open in disbelief. 

"Oh, relax my belladonna, it's nothing difficult. You'll just be helping me out" Dazai's hand swung around lazily as he talked. 

"Ooh, The Great Dazai Osamu needs help!" a smirk decorated these words "And what that help, may inquire? If my humble self is worthy of knowing such a thing. "

Playfulness now evaporated from Dazai's words.

"I'll need your ability for this."

You got up from the floor, feeling your spine straighten with focus. Raising an eyebrow you asked him to continue.

"You see, another organization leader has been causing quite a troublesome time for us. And if a fly becomes too much of a pest, you know what that requires..."

Dazai's fingers slid across his throat. 

"Alright... Why do you need me then?" 

An empty smile followed from Dazai.

"This man is known to frequent bars with live music and since your hypnosis requires you to sing in order for it to work you're perfect for the job!" 

A wrinkle collects at the skin of your nose "And you'll just stand of to the side and enjoy the view?!" 

"My, my Belladonna why such cruel accusations?!" he clutched his chest dramatically. Peaking an eye only to see you're unimpressed face. Dazai quickly turned serious again.

"I don't think this man know just how much trouble he's caused us." He stepped forward closer to the window, his back now turned to you.

"Henceforth I'll torture him long enough for him to not only regret messing with the Port Mafia..." the brown in his eyes stared to burn a shade of red under the sunlight "But regret the day he was born"

The coat over his shoulder swished as he turned to look at you.

"So will you make my job easier and lure him in for me?"

"You know I will..." you stiffened at the sight of pure intimidation dripping off him.

"Dazai, my love... You are terrifying!"

Blinking away the red his eyes now looked doe like.

"Don't look so scared. I'm only scary when I need to be" he moved closer, chapped lips pressing a kiss to your cheek and a cold hand caressing your side.

"Shall we go for it then?"

Dazai now asked, the palm on your side now sliding to intertwine his fingers with yours.

"First get me some coffee so I can actually function" Y/N's head rested on his shoulder. 

This caused a chuckle from Dazai ,,Anything you need, belladonna~"

- || - 

You ended up getting your coffe. 

Now sipping on it you followed Dazai's confident steps echoing on the pavment.

"To wich bar are we headed to again?" Y/N asked over her cup. 

"It's a small underground place. Only exclusively rich people frequent it" smirking he grabbed your hand, spinning you around "And you, are their ravishing young star for tonight~"

Warmth sizzeled to your cheeks.

"H-hold up are we talking about the The Lucky Clover?" 

Dazai raised an eyebrow "Why yes, how did you know?" 

"When I go undercover, I hear a lot of people talk about it" you swig from your cup again "A lot of shit goes down in there..."

The streets got darker and smaller, a city's omen of approaching the more dangerous of its areas.

"By the way, where will you be while I do my part?" 

"Inside of course, can't miss the show! You know I love it when you sing~"

Reader P. O. V

"Here you go, Belladonna. "

Dazai gave me a bag and some papers. 

"You know the plan?" 

"Show special attention, activate ability, take him back, leave the rest to you" I recite absentmindedly, looking over the papers with my fake identity. 

"Bravo!" he pecked my lips "Break a leg in there~" 

"With these heels you picked out I just might" I laugh as I walk through the backstage door.

- || - 

I go inside. Getting past the bouncer with the fake ID, I was now following him to my dress room. 

"We're here" he opened the door "You have 10 minutes to curtain"

I nod. 

Once he was gone all it took was one swift click and the door was locked. I started looking over the rest of the papers Dazai gave me. 

My eyes dart over at my ID again "Really Dazai?! Rose?"

Putting the paper with my fake name down my attention turns to the photo of the man I'm supposed to hypnotize.

"Blonde and fat. Great!" 

I then hear knocking. 

Quickly I hide the papers, and look at the door. 

"Five minutes, Rose!". As the voice on the other side disappeared, I got up to change. 

First I took my fake ID papers and dissolved them in water to bits letting them flow down the drain. I clean up the sink with a glove, wich I shoved in the foot of my heel. 

My chest grew lighter once I got rid of the evidence so I grabbed the dress from the bag. 

Once I saw it I understood why Dazai wanted to stay and watch.

"Dazai... You asshole!" slithered through my teeth as I got outside, met with the reflection in the hall mirror. 

The dress fit me perfectly.

Third person P. O. V

The packed bar was pitch black with an occasional neon light throwing a shy resonance here and there. 

Dazai was seated in a back booth, the one unbandaged eye firmly on the large blonde man drinking in the front with a woman at his hip. 

What bliss, he had no idea what was coming for him. 

Thinking this Dazai took his attention off him to focus on the drink in his hand. As he began to swirl it gently, the stage began to rise to life and the chatter around him died down.

Stage lights with a feather light glow reveled the form a singer in a long red dress, Y/N. 

Dazai's eyebrow disappeared in his hair, smirking as he leaned closer enjoying the view of the red fabric wrapped around his girlfriend, a long cut in the dress reveling her leg and the black choker on her neck. 

He knew she would look good, but none of his predictions said this good! 

Her voice then began to fog up the room. 

The slow beats crawling up to the guests, warmly wrapping around them. Followed by Y/N's vocal cords glimmering in the smooth flow, pulling the listeners in. 

Dazai hooded his eye, his hands felt coldly empty. Not matching to the hungry warmth within him, only spreading further as Y/N continued to sing. 

It was very soon that he needed to cross his legs. 

Reader P. O. V

My eyes felt heavy. One of the side affects to my ability. It makes it hard to see. 

I kept on singing, my focus on the blonde man in the front. Watching as the grip on the waist on the woman next to him lessened and her jealous gaze on me.  

"Laides and gentlemen, we got him" I happily think. 

I move my hand in a slow motion, letting my voice drop to whisper. Keeping my eyes on the man. 

"Let him get impatient" I turned my gaze away from him "I'll then go down and make eye contact. Let the hypnosis do the rest"

My plan was going smoothly, during the low notes I used the opportunity and went into the crowd. 

I grabbed the man's chin gently, forcing him to look at me. 

Then my vision flashed, turning completely blurry but my mind sharpening in on my thoughts. 

"Get up. Excuse yourself and meet me in the dressing room number 12." I sent to his thoughts. 

I walked away, transitioning into a faster tempo. 

Somewhere behind me his footsteps echoed from the creaky flooring.

"Success!"

Fuller of energy I end with a high note, bowing to the eager eyes. Causing a large enough commotion for Dazai to sneek out. 

  - || -

I had decided to keep the guests busy with another song as a treat, giving Dazai more time to catch the man so we can take him to the Port Mafia. 

As soon as the music went quiet my feet rushed me off stage and back to my room. 

Leaning on the door I saw Dazai. 

"You done?" I ask.

He nodded.

His arms snaked around me to wich I look at him, confused. 

"Who knew red looked so good on you, my belladonna~"

I twine my fingers with his brown locks.

"Surprisingly enough, I look good in many things but you're just hard to surprise"

His grip on my waist tightened.

"Oh, I am hard! But for something else~"

God damn this man! 

He pulled me close for a kiss, his fingers holding my chin. Other hand slithering to the cut in my dress.

"We have a job to do Dazai!" I whisper

"You're no fun..." his lips grazed my ear. 

Mine shaped into a smirk.

"Let's get this over with and I'll show you just how fun I can be~"I enter the dressing room, leaving him behind.

Third person P. O. V

Dazai was walking down the hall, rubbing his wrists. Satisfied with a job he had just done well.

Only there was another thing he wanted to be satisfied for doing well.

Speeding up, his footsteps now brought him over to his office door.

Behind them he found Y/N, sitting on his desk starting to write a report about their job.

Still wearing the dress.

"Belladonna. "

Smoked out his mouth. She looked at him, opening her own to speak only for Dazai to cut off any sound by kissing her.

Her hands went straight to his hair, pulling it gently.

Reader P. O. V

Dazai's fingers timbered on my skin, leaving a trail of heat as they went up and down my thigh.

I was surprised.

The teasing and sadistic Dazai was now needy and gentle.

He stared to nibble on my ear as his breath tickled my neck. Pulling me closer his hips started to buck into mine causing a gasp from me. 

"Look at what you've done~" his mouth slid down my neck, avoiding any deeper touch. 

"There were so many things I wanted to do, but you just had to make me this desperate~" 

"Not a single regret"

I pull him close by the hair

"Osamu~"

Third person P. O. V

At his name, Dazai snapped. Pushing everything off the table he started leaving hickeys on Y/N as he was pulling the dress of her. 

Grunts and moans scraping from his chest. 

"Dazai-san!" came from the door. 

"Fuck" Dazai thought. 

"The executive meting is starting" 

Dazai looked you in the eyes again "I'll come soon".

Once the footsteps were heared far from the door Y/N spoke. 

"You really shouldn't miss anymore meetings, you know?"

He giggled lustfully "Oh Belladonna, you didn't pay attention..." Dazai pulled you close again

"I told him I was going to cum soon, then I'll go~"

[no-gram]

Character Profiles

Administrator/Ai

・Hello. Dear prisoners.I'm Ai, the administrator.Well...I still have a lot to learn about communication and about all of you.

・However, I am the administrator.I am responsible for managing you all. Please be my regards henceforth.

・I myself have not yet decided how I will pass judgment...You have been gathered here under the suspicion of being evil people for some wrongdoing.

・And you will be judged by me, justice or evil.I know nothing about you people yet. But I plan to close slowly.

・Let me clarify my position as an administrator, but I do not intend to be hostile.I hope we can live comfortably together. Good bye

001/Tsuguha

・Well...nice to meet you! My name is Tsuguha, I'm 12 years old. I don't really understand this situation yet...but I hope I can be friends with you all.

・I am aware of the...bad things I have done. No one would call me a murderer, though.

・Admin. I want the death penalty. You would judge me, wouldn't you?

・When did a place like this come into being...?

・I was born a bad person. You see what I mean?

002/Jun

・Name? Huh. ...... I'm Jun. I don't intend to get along with you.

・Evil people and other false accusations.This prison is more evil than the prisoners who are locked up here.

・You're in trouble, too. You don't know anything, do you? I hope you get out of here soon. For both of us.

・I'm not surprised now. No matter what kind of strange places there are in the world.

・I just want to get this over with.I don't want to go home.Other than that, there's nothing else.

003/Kizuna

・Nice to meet you! My name is Kizuna! Haha.

・Hmmm. At least we haven't done anything wrong yet, right? See, that's what everyone says!

・Hahaha. Hey, that's the administrator! How long have you been here? Long time ago?

・It's a strange place - this place! But there are scarier places, too!

・I like everyone here because they don't say bad things about me! Maybe I don't have to go out there!

004/Tsuduri

・Introducing myself, um... my name is Tuzuri. Hmmm, sorry. I can't think of anything in particular to tell you now.

・I honestly don't feel either way about justice or evil, but...Don't make stupid decisions.

・I'll give some advice to the administrator.Expecting weird things from others will make you tired, so it's better to go easy on them.

・Hmmm. The location itself doesn't surprise me. But I guess I'm wondering how they got to me.

・I don't know the date or time or anything. I wonder if there is an outside in this place.

005/Itoho

・Let's see, I'm Itoho! I've been called many names, so call me whatever you like. New nicknames are also welcome.

・Hmmm... I don't know about that, so I'll pass.

・Administrator...I'll help you as much as I can. Fighting is pointless, right.

・I think it's a good idea. People should be judged rightly, but there are some things that the law can't handle.

・I'm glad everyone seems to be having a good time. It was rough at first. Because of someone's fault.

006/Rinne

・Hi, nice to meet you, admin. I'm Rinne. I'm Rinne, and I'd like to make a deal with you.

・I am the righteous one, right? At least... more than anyone else.

・Let's manage everyone here together. Yes, I know my place. I'm under you, and they're under me. That's it.

・I'm so glad we have a place like this! I just wish we could have done it sooner.

・The people here are all failures. But it's okay. Because I'm with you.

[queer-n-here]

Y'all, y'all, y'all.

I think I wanna try smth.

So y'all know how I've only written about sub bungou stray dogs x dome male reader, right? But as of late, every time I visit my drafts and open a fic of that sort, I find myself zoning out.

And then I saw the most wonderful non-con request by @karmasadistic69 about Oh Sangwoo from Killing Stalking, and somehow I immediately set to work.

This made me think, hmmm.... What if I'm only worn out because I've been writing about the same people over and over again? The same settings? What if... I tried a lil change?

So I think I wanna scout for fandoms to write. I've watched a shit ton of anime/manga/manhwa/whatever, but I can't name all of em (forgetful me hehe). Tell me what fandoms you want me to write for. And I'll see what I can do.

Henceforth, requests are open. I hope y'all understand why I disappeared the way I did. And I hope I never do it again.

Peace

Silver

[loggiepj]

FORBIDDEN

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Part 4

Warnings: Violence, Blood

Y/n had no idea how things escalated so quickly. It was supposed to be an easy rescue mission. Since it was already late, they could use the darkness as an advantage.

Deviants were slightly dimwitted, but they were known to have the best and strongest weapons the community could ever have. The Avengers used to steal from their weaponries during rescue missions until one of the first Avengers, Tony, learned the art of being a Blacksmith, and had by far crafted weapons that stood equally against Deviants' own.

The temporary camp the enemies had set up was already quiet, snorings and the crackling of fire filling the air. Bottles of  rum were strewn on the ground, giving the conclusion that they just did a whole night of celebration.

The Avengers that were captured by the Deviants earlier were placed inside man-made cells along with the witches.

Before infiltrating the site, Y/n learned that the Deviants had once again attacked a nearby village who had witches residing — witches who had disguised themselves as humans for years. Apparently, Deviants had begun sending out assets just to spy every village, pretending to be a citizen, be it a lone stranger looking for a place to sleep, or a group of individuals introducing themselves as a family.

Clint, the leader of the assigned Avengers sent for the mission, and a lot of others failed to evacuate the people during the attack when one of the witches hesitated to cooperate. They were short in arms when the battle started earlier. Some Avengers had managed to escape and brought the news back to the camp. Henceforth, backup was urgently requested — backup in which Y/n, her best friend Yelena, Pietro and some other volunteers joined.

"And there goes the last Deviant," Yelena whispered with a soft chuckle, watching the Deviant taking the nightwatch fall unconscious to the ground, the empty pint of beer slipping from his hands. "I think we're clear to go."

The blonde stood up from her crouching position and began her descent towards the camp. But before she could leave, Y/n held her wrist.

"Be careful," Y/n said, concerned for her best friend's safety.

"You be careful. Don't forget, I am better than you in real combat," Yelena replied, a smug smile on her face.

Shaking her head while laughing softly, Y/n let the blonde go.

"I'll signal you once done."

Y/n nodded, watching Yelena go forth. The human had her hands ready on her bow and arrow, ready to shoot if ever things go wrong.

Yelena was assigned to steal most of the Deviants' weapons within reach just to bide time in case all hell breaks loose. The blonde was an expert at being stealthy, quiet as a mouse.

"I'm sorry about my sister," Pietro spoke beside Y/n, making the human lose her focus. "W-Wanda can be stubborn when she wanted to be . . . But I swear she didn't mean to say those things to you earlier—"

"There's really no need for you to apologize on her behalf," Y/n cut him off, her eyes directed at Yelena picking up the fallen swords from the sleeping Deviants. "She has a right to her own opinion, to whom she'll give her trust. And if I'm not that person or any human for that matter, well, it's okay."

Pietro let out a sigh, loosening his hold around his sword. "Wanda has a traumatic past as much as me, with what happened to our parents and all. But she never got to go outside her own world, she never got to meet and know good humans like you and the Avengers growing up, so she pretty believed that all humans are Deviants in nature."

Y/n pursed her lips, remembering the witch that has been consuming most of her thoughts for the past few days. In all honesty, she had given up trying to make amends with Wanda the second she said those harsh things about her earlier. If the witch didn't want anything to do with Y/n, so be it.

She had other important things to worry about, such as the current mission.

Y/n was about to reply to Pietro when the first torch was put out by Yelena. Then the next, and the next, until the last one where Yelena finally gave her the look — the signal.

Clint was still wide awake when he noticed the torches suddenly went out. He was in one of the nearest cells from the entrance.

He could see Y/n and the others began creeping their way into the camp. He waved towards them, then gestured a hand signal warning that there were two sleeping Deviants guarding beside the cell.

Y/n immediately began to work, tiptoeing across sleeping Deviants just to get to the cells. And when she had finally reached where Clint was situated, she began to silently pick the lock to his cell.

One thing Y/n was also good at besides archery was picking at locks. She actually learned on her own when she was just a kid, what with a lot of experience being locked up in her bedroom by none other than her own brother whenever she wanted to go out with her friends for late night mischiefs.

Once opened, Clint nodded in gratitude towards her before he led the witches out the cell in an orderly quiet fashion.

Y/n moved towards the next man-made cells, carefully opening the locks without making any noise. The other Avengers assisted the rescued ones after the cells were opened. Terrified witches followed with haste, wanting to get away from the awful place.

Everything was going well so far. They had somehow managed to evacuate most of the captured until in one last remaining cell, Y/n was immediately attacked by one male witch who jumped and strangled her the moment she managed to open the doors.

"You normies are the reason for all this," he spat, nostrils flaring as he gripped Y/n's neck tight. "We were just peacefully going through our day and you humans came along and destroyed it, destroyed our homes."

Y/n held the witch's wrists, conserving oxygen. "S-Sir, this is certainly not the time for an argument, w-we're actually here to save all of you—"

"Why should I believe any lie coming of your mouth, human?"

"Vision, what the hell?" Pietro silently hissed behind them.

The male witch named Vision let Y/n go when Pietro pushed him off her. "Piet? You're one of them?"

"We've got to hurry—"

"Avengers!" Someone shouted through the air, causing a loud commotion as Deviants had awaken.

Y/n immediately ducked the three of them when three flying daggers almost hit their heads, going through the tree trunks behind of them instead. "Stay low and get the others to safety, Piet," Y/n ordered.

Pietro nodded as he led the other witches out from their cells, Vision following him behind with hesitation. Hopefully, he wouldn't cause any more trouble to the group.

Yelena hiding the enemies' weapons bought the Avengers some time for the others to escape and for Y/n to get to the best hiding spot where she could cover for them.

It didn't even take that long when the Deviants had already managed to get their weapons back or they seemed to have backups in hand.

Fighting then ensued.

Avengers fought against the Deviants, steel clashing against steel. Y/n stayed behind a bush as she helped. Arrows were quickly reloaded from her quiver, making its way to the targets in front of her. It was so easy, Y/n could literally smell victory when she had managed to shoot Deviants without them knowing where she was.

One of the Avengers was cornered when his sword was sent flying to the air, but Y/n was quick to hit the attacking enemy. It seemed all too good to be true.

Unaware that one of the Deviants had already found her hiding place, Y/n was not fast to avoid the dagger that went to her sides.

The human staggered backwards as she looked at the weapon lodged into her, slowly getting away from the enemy. Her only weapon fell from her clutch. But the Deviant only laughed, managing to corner her before taking the dagger off from her body. Like a wine bottle being unscrewed open, blood erupted from her skin, the blinding pain shooting through Y/n's entire body almost instantly.

That's a weird sensation, Y/n thought, her hand gripping the wound tight as she eventually fell to the ground.

Down her mask went and the Deviant abruptly stopped on his tracks, as if suddenly consumed with fear upon recognizing her face.

Another Deviant made an appearance behind him, wondering what was taking him so long.

"What have you done?" the man asked in disbelief.

"I didn't know it was her!" the attacker argued, his voice breaking.

After a moment, the man began shouting to the group, "Fall back! Deviants, fall back!"

Avengers were left in confusion as the retreating Deviants hurriedly left the area.

Pietro immediately went looking for Y/n, who he found already sprawling on the ground just a minute later, bleeding to death.

Kneeling before her, his hand instinctively went to put pressure on her wound as he tried to stop the bleeding. It was as if she was cut open for the amount of blood coming out of her.

"Y/n, hey, look at me," Pietro slapped her face, the human already losing consciousness. "Wake up, Y/n!"

With wide eyes upon seeing his friend sputtering blood from her mouth, he then began screaming for help.

WANDA hadn't slept since her brother left, waiting anxiously at the camp's entrance or in her brother's tent for their return. When one of humans suggested for her to get some sleep, she finally relented. She also couldn't handle another minute listening to Layla gossip about how Y/n courted her.

However, sleep didn't come naturally. Tossing and turning on her bed, she groaned in frustration, her mind filled with fake scenarios of Pietro getting hurt. Then came Y/n's face — her annoyingly adorable pretty face.

When Pietro told her about Y/n's family and that they were killed by witches like her, she couldn't extinguish the guilt she felt. Y/n was no different than Wanda and Pietro, yet Y/n was still nice to her. And if something happened to her during the mission, Wanda wouldn't be able to forgive herself.

Wanda didn't mean anything she had said to the human. Of course, Y/n was capable to fight and defend herself and the group. But why was Wanda still worried?

Wanda was able to get probably half an hour of sleep when she woke up suddenly to the sound of a commotion outside her tent.

When she hurriedly barged outside, Pietro was about to enter his own tent.

"Piet!" she called, making the twin look at her. She immediately ran towards him, arms looping around for a hug.

It was early dawn when the Avengers had returned safely to the camp. Or so Wanda thought before she pulled away from the hug and noticed the blood on her brother's tunic.

"Are you okay? You're bleeding." Wanda further checked to assess the damage but Pietro wasn't flinching at all. He held Wanda's wrists to stop her.

"It's not mine, sis," was all he said, his voice deflated.

"What do you mean it's not yours?"

Pietro hesitated for a moment, but Wanda knew her brother as if she could read his mind.

"Where's Y/n?"

"Wands, she's—"

But Wanda was already making her way towards the nurse's tent without waiting for a reply, Pietro calling and running after her.

The moment Wanda saw Y/n being tended by Pepper inside the tent, which was also filled with other injured individuals, she felt like fainting on the spot. She didn't know why a human could affect her this much.

Maybe Y/n had warmed her way into the witch's heart after all.

Wanda released a breath she didn't realize she was holding when she saw Y/n's chest rise and fall. Relief flooded her.

The witch instinctively went inside, just to be there for the normie, only to be stopped by someone with blonde hair she recognized as one of Y/n's friends or girlfriends.

"Visitors are not allowed inside while Pepper is at work," she warned.

"Is she going to be okay?" Wanda asked, worried.

"Y/n is a tough one," she replied, her voice softening. "Yeah, I think she'll be just fine. Your name's Wanda, right?"

Wanda could only nod, her eyes not straying away from you.

"I'm Yelena, Y/n's best friend. She told me a lot about you."

Her eyes averted to the blonde. "She did?"

Yelena smiled. "Yeah, she said you have the most angelic voice she has ever heard, maybe you could come sing during dinner serenades at the pavilion."

Wanda's heart rate accelerated as her face blushed. She was thankful that it was still dark, for it would have been too obvious.

When Wanda saw Pepper perform something more like a spell, she gasped in wonder. "Is Pepper a—"

Yelena nodded yes without waiting for her to finish.

Wanda had no idea Pepper was a witch. And if Y/n trusted a witch to be the healer of the entire camp, Wanda should also trust that not all humans were as ruthless as the Deviants.

MEANWHILE, in one of the Deviants' headquarters, a tall man with long dark hair was found eyeing the dark forest ahead the murky vast glass window. The place had a strange aura emanating towards the surroundings, with dead trees circling outside as if the soil was cursed and anything within reach would only succumb to death. Black crows were perched on dry twigs, watching the gates before them, acting either as guards or spies.

"I'm so sorry, Master, I didn't know it was her, it was all too fast," someone behind the man spoke in a hurry. The man, master, only let out a long sigh as he finally turned to look at the source. The accused man was kneeling before him, head bowed down just to avoid his eyes.

The master only pursed his lips, looking left to right, followers standing in front of him trembling in fear. After a moment, he said, "It's okay."

All the Deviants looked at him, confused. Until he went on further, "It's not your fault you're stupid."

Then he signaled to the one beside the kneeling man to proceed. The follower didn't hesitate another second before slicing the head off the sinned man with his sword.

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[mekanikaltrifle]

Styrofoam Scots and why the fuck I don't like American takes on Scottishness/Celticness/fairies/whatever else and wish they'd leave us well enough alone

OKAY. so. I want to preface this by saying I am in no way the Last Word in All Scottish Shit Ever, and there actually are other Scots around who probably don't give much of a fuck about this. Or Changeling. However, they were not asked and so that's their business! :D

This is also gonna be really fucking image-heavy so watch out for that.

Part 1- Styrofoam Scots: What the Fuck Are They? So, the name as implied is a colloquial term used to mean North Americans (usually) who boast some Scottish ancestry, who act as if this makes them special in some sort of way. Usually in a disturbing blood-and-soil, aggressively possessive of land they've likely never fucking seen kinda way. They will henceforth be referred to as 'Styros' for simplicity's sake. Follow under the readmore for the full scoop...

If you're diaspora Scottish and are interested in the country to a normal degree, you are not a Styro. Even if you're a bit over-eager about kilts and tartanry and ceilidhs and shit. If you're part-Scottish and were born or raised elsewhere, you are also not a Styro. You may just be a bit out of the loop. That's fine, you have your own shit to do.

Now of course this is Urban Dictionary, but elsewhere (often Facebook) there's groups online about actually showing and discussing-- and often chiding-- these Styros on their attitudes regarding Scottishness and their perceived claim over it.

We don't like this shit lads. 5.7K is quite a lot of folks in a country with 5.5 million people.

The stupidity of this assertion, as you can guess ranges from the incredibly fucking silly/incoherent:

(I have honestly no fucking idea what this one's trying to say. A 'gealtachd' i think is meant to be Gaeltacht, which is not a person or a speaker of any Gaelic language like he is attempting to do... but actually is a district of Ireland? Generally an Irish-speaking one? More than one Canadian gael uses this term incorrectly and I really have to wonder what they're doing out there.)

Anyway they run the gamut from there to, uh DOWNRIGHT HOSTILE and xenophobic/bigoted and truly fucking ABHORRENT (antisemitism, racism and white supremacy warning)

I'm not gonna put too many more of these nastier posts on here cause I think we get the picture. So, a Styro is generally someone who acts as if their distant and historic family relationship with Scotland makes them somehow educated to speak on it, often over actual Scots, and regularly they engage in a few unpleasant thing such as:

Conflating the Scots and the Irish in the same group, which is not appropriate in the slightest despite the similarities and shared history between the countries (and I'll explain that later)

Aggressively promoting misinformation regarding 'tartanry', clans, Scottish history and its place in the British Empire

Claiming modern Scots are somehow 'lesser' than they are for 'not stucking to traditions' and 'forgetting our culture'

Hopefully you're starting to see a pattern here-- this is all very clearly sounding like Scottish-flavoured white supremacist LARP.

That's cause often, it fucking is.

There's a North American picture of Scottishness which is permanently frozen in a hazy, nightmarish portmanteau of Braveheart and Outlander-type green-hills-and-heather fantasy, and the timeperiod of intense religious and socioeconomic upheaval the ancestors of these people left behind-- unwillingly more often than not--or were forced out of for religious extremist views.

This frozen sick-saccharine hellscape is in no way indicative of a real Scotland that exists, or has ever existed. Much like this hellscape 'AI' picture floating around the Styro facebook group that haunts the everloving shite out of me.

The longer you look at it, the worse it gets. I can't stop staring... FUCK the pipes Danny Boy, the GIGANTIC BISCUIT calls...

Part 2- So How Does this Relate to Other Weird CeltyShit Online/In Real Life?

Good question. I'm glad you asked. This is where properties like Changeling: the Dreaming and whatever other American fantasy fairies thing you can think of come in.

So, while I don't think the creators of 'fairy' media are actively Styros, or insane racist bigot thundercunts, I do think they hold that same falsified mishmash fake idea of what Scottishness/Celticness is. Scottishness (and Irish- and Welsh-ness) have been mysteriously conflated into one big mixed up generically Fantasy cultural mash that, while these three individual cultures share similar myths and some with the same origin point, has absolutely zero bearing on the real stories anyone in these countries could actually tell you. The mythology has been so thoroughly ripped away and dissolved over time to the point of not really mattering that much (for better or worse) that not only is the American idea of 'fairies' kind of alien in the first place, the insistence on using generic 'celtic' fonts and art styles, boiled down ideas and very derived misuses of endangered languages becomes kind of an insult.

'Endangered?'

Yep. Irish is currently being learned by more people than actually can speak it, and the same holds true for Scottish Gaelic (or its proper name Gàidhlig)

Bad times for the Gaels, but things are very steadily on the upswing. These languages, as well as our individual cultures, are endangered by colonialism (whether oppressed by it, or a participant in it), and the homogenisation of all cultures on the British Isles into one neatly-controllable 'British' identity that surprise surprise... is mostly English. So, this shit is bad for the public image of Scotland and Ireland and so on as individual, modern countries with people currently living in them and trying to move forward with everyone else. This has been a tough battle, especially for Scottish Independence seekers who have been fighting to maintain Scotland's image as a modern and thriving country with real potential... rather than a heather-covered backwater fairyland for rich people to use as grouse moors...

oh did I not mention that too? Asides from spiritually fucking stealing our land, a disturbing amount of our physical land is also owned, often by people who don't fucking live here , often to make themselves fucking look better environmentally and in total fuckin secret because apparently we don't get a fucking say.

lovely shit, love being a fucking grab bag for a bunch of cunts.

Not a pretty sight, huh? We're not the only ones going through this, mind, but when the only image of Scottishness online is dominated by Outlander, ScottishPeopleTwitter, Fairy Shit and The Fatal CeltyShit Stew, you can see how it's harder and harder to convince anyone that we're a modern fucking country that should be treated as such. Not when we're apparently just here to be taken for a ride, taken apart for someone's fantasy land, and we can't even appreciate our own home or history because what isn't dominated by fantastical bullshit is pervaded with white supremacist bullshit.

If I'm not mistaken isn't this some weird fake native american/shamanist thing? I am deeply fucking confused Part 3: Okay that Sucked.

It really did. Side note: FUCK Outlander. and Diana Gabaldon. I could go on a rant about her actual heaping shite rambles about Scots, and how much I loathe that her fake CeltyShit Doctor Who fanfic has somehow pervaded even the 'Scottish History' section of my own fucking local library here in fucking Dundee what the FUCK. BUT. I digress. This fake image of Scottishness as some tartan-and-warrior nobility clan shit is an aggressive and dangerous image which gives a pass to hide just how fucking horrific Scotland was as part of the Empire. Nowhere here do you see any acknowledgment of who we actually are, what we've actually done and who suffered at specifically our imperial hands. Actually, one of those is the Irish!

Fairies are fun and all, but I personally find them to be a deeply unappealing diversion attached to an internet culture of intensely rancid shit which just cannot seem to accept modern Celtic nations as even existing. We do, we're trying to do better-- mostly-- and we're not some mystical fae people who exist in the far flung pipe backed mists of time with no relation to real life.When Changeling: the Dreaming turns around and calls their 'fairy homeland' of Scotland Alba, they step over and erase not only the historical Alba, but also the modern one, the name for the country as said by the Gaels. It's real, and it looks nothing like the thing they're tacking fairies onto and more to the point, Scotland isn't even really covered anywhere else other than as a nice backup home for a Fianna character, or the orogin of the main villains of WtA, the Black Spiral Dancers. (Scotland also briefly makes a mention in Wraith the Oblivion 20th as having a major Necropolis in its Shadowslands and I actually do like that one cause it finally reads accurately to the real myths of the area) Also, every Scot I know has a story about an American asking us if we have internet access, drinking water, electricity in our homes...

I always have a lot more to say on this subject and can elaborate as and when, but I think this will do for now... thanks for coming with me on this weird wee journey. :D I hope this makes sense as to why the fake Scottish 'Fairy Kingdom of Alba' Changeling thing is... Just not for me. It rings immensely ill informed and shallow, at the end of the day.

[dinoburger]

Heya! Since the 7th comic has been confirmed, Id like to ask you 2 things. What do you want out of the finale? And since I've seen you have issues with the comics sometimes, what would you do differently?

mmm thank you for enabling my tf2 ramblings

I think I'll answer these in reverse order, it's been a weird path of at first finding them super funny if somewhat dated to being more... ehhh... on them.

I think the main problem is that they suffer from being mean-spirited. Like, looking at other TF2 media and the games, you get the feeling of these goofy characters inhabiting a somewhat serious world. These guys are losers, but you root for them, and it feels good to see them win.

In the comics Soldier is just stupid. Demoman is just sort of incompetent. Even Heavy's serious moments get sort of diluted by the absurdist humour rather than complemented I find. The TFCs are all sadists or pedophiles unless it's Fred being bumbling and hapless. Engie, Admin and Gray all sort of exist to make the plot go forwards and don't have much in the way of character arcs or shifts in dynamics.

Actually... idk if any of them have much in the way of character arcs. The world they inhabit not only doesnt take itself seriously but every potential development has to be lampshaded by having something ridiculous happen right after. It's cynical.

Like I think more and more the whole writing philosophy underpinning it just doesn't vibe with me, and it's not even like longing for it to be Everything or a super lore-heavy intellectual endeavour but looking at the whole even when I enjoyed some of the parts I don't feel like there's enough binding threads to be attached to the plot or feel that intrigued by the story being told and where it's heading. Or even just to be so in love with the character portrayals as to want to see where they end up.

it's hard to want anything at this point or even feel particularly excited. Part of it is like. I think the way people approach media and canon as an irrefutable lore that cannot be challenged is dumb and the fact that this thing is as hyped up as much as it is means whatever happens, folks are probably gonna love it, hate it and henceforth build their own ideas around it - even by subverting it. I dont think I like the overall story enough to be that thrilled with the ending, whatever happens.

I think I'd be ok with not liking it more if this wasnt like. The definitive TF2 Story now.

Also like not to be that guy but why did they never do anything with my man Silas like I woulda killed for more Mann family lore are you kidding-

[jestiamy]

LMK mandarin dub (and how characters address eachother) ; an old and. mostly unfinished project I was working on a bit ago. only got mk & mei, alongside past swk & macaque

mk (qi xiaotian) calls mei (long xiaojiao) her full name, and she does the same inversely. I did not find any notable exceptions, but to be honest I did not look very hard. if anyone is interested in seeing how they call eachother in specific episodes or whatever ; send me an ask and I'm open to looking. but I don't feel like combing every single episode to try and find them aimlessly.

my full notes on past macaque (liu'er mihou) and monkey king (sun wukong) via the flashbacks in the season four special. notably, I've yet to go through the flashback in season four episode two yet. I can only talk about part one of the special.

peach tree segment :

- Sun Wukong greats Liu'er Mihou (swk and lmh will be used as shortenings henceforth.) with his full name. followed quickly by Xiongdi/兄弟. literally composed of the characters for Elder Brother and Younger Brother - used as 'bro,' sort of. it's a way men call close friends/comrades. notably doesn't denote that one or the other is older or younger.*

* age and respect is like. a really big deal in chinese culture. really really big. I'm assuming everyone in the brotherhood refers to eachother as XiongDi to denote that they see themselves as on equal standing. though don't quote me (I'm not an expert; I did most of this post in. january. and stuff like this can get confusing when it comes to immortals)

- lmh greets swk as 'Hou Wang Bixia'/猴王陛下 - [pronoun] majesty, the monkey king. the pronoun in question is between his majesty, your majesty, my majesty. pretty sure this is translated as 'my king' in the english dub, so I'm leaning towards my majesty. the way swk reacts ('come on, don't be like that! eat some fruit, enjoy the sunshine!') as well as how he delivers it can make it very safe to assume this is not a sincere term of address on lmh's half.

mountain segment :

-lmh greets swk as xiongdi. when swk replies, swk calls lmh his full name.

-when lmh rants at swk for his inability to consider others, he calls him Sun Dasheng/孫大聖 - great sage sun. intended to highlight his arrogance within context. also, with consideration, I personally believe to put an emotional distance. (pretty sure he says 'great sage wukong' sarcastically within the dub, or something of the ilk, which is rather close to it's like. tonal goal. though it is missing the fact lmh calls swk by his last name, a rare occurance in mandarin. from observation I think it's usually only to show. really high respect? don't quote me though.) it's a variant shortening of his full title, Qitian Dasheng (great sage equal to heaven.)

* notably, lmh does not call swk a demon/variant of demon at any point, which is contrary to the english dub. shortly before calling swk sun dasheng, he says exactly - "你已经着了魔" ; which can be translated as 'you are possessed,' but I'd say it's closer to other translations like you're obsessed/you're obsessive.

I'm, ironically, struggling to find the mandarin dub of season four (I remember having literally the exact opposite problem around this time last year but you know. life goes that way sometimes.) when I do find it, though, I'll be quick to note it down ; though I don't think they directly address eachother in that. so.

mostly this was a pet project for. me. I realized it was actually really hard to find people who noted this stuff down and I was like. hey you know what. why not. though due to extenuating circumstances I ended up too busy to finish it ; I still thought what I already had was pretty interesting. though I don't really go into as much detail as I could have, as I was assuming I'd be noting a lot more character dynamics in this post than I did

[beatcroc]

excessively long and complex read on pillar john, and the larger john collective

there are a lot of things in pizza tower that, to one extent or another, Are John. some, like the pillar johns, have known and stated canon; but there's a myriad of other things, from mini-johns to the tower itself, that could also be argued as Being John. this post aims to reconcile all of those things as different facets of the whole being that is "John".

now right out of the gate i want to be real. i want to level with you for where im coming from with all this. i do think john is akin to some kind of god. i don't mean this in a super literal sense, but this dude is absolutely [conditionally] immortal to me. he's been around for a very very very long time, and will likely continue to exist almost indefinitely. barring specific circumstances.

i don't have an exact image for the first type of john, so i'm using this scrapped type of block from betas bc it illustrates the concept well enough

this is what i'll henceforth be referring to as "john tower"

this is john in his purest essence; the tower itself, and/or a power or a presence or just a vibe contained in and by the tower's walls and bricks. john tower is 'where' it could be said john's true consciousness and memories lie, but by itself it isn't really "alive" and doesn't have a will its own.

i'm not taking the brick itself Too seriously/literally since it's from beta, but i think it works for the general idea of "John is, and is within, the tower at its most fundamental level; and left to its own the tower will just sorta start making John-type things." Such as the following:

this one i will be calling "real john" this john is the physical, living manifestation of john tower, and what i would properly consider to be "John, Brother Of Gerome". he's a sapient guy with a personality and will and all the stuff that usually comes with being alive. this john is probably the most important type, and under normal circumstances there's only ever one of them at once.

these are just "dead johns". yknow because of the.

yeah. past incarnations of real john that died or got killed, or perhaps just wore out after awhile. real john dying isn't a particularly huge issue because, again, the tower just sorta Makes these things. and boy have there been a lot. they never seem to look quite the same between bodies, but they're all the same john with the same memories nonetheless, and so long as the tower stands, there will be more johns.

these are the pillar johns. this is known. these, as far as i know, are canonically clones of a cursed state of real john, and are mentally all the same guy by way of a hivemind. no speculation to be done here!

this "original john" is also stated canon the current real john, under a curse from pizzahead. physically the same being as real john, so the tower isn't just going to make a new one because this one's not technically Dead. i like to think john is closer to just being another brick of the tower like this, in something of a suspended state between being john tower and real john. still alive and sapient like real john, but much more connected to and in tune with the general sense of Energies of john tower. Has direct control over bits of it, which is primarily expressed as:

mini-johns! as real john is to john tower, so mini-johns are to pillar johns. there is no way to make this less confusing. mini-johns are essentially just random ass bricks and blocks of the tower that pillar john went 'ok little fucker you're gonna be alive now'. they're not part of either the pillar john hivemind OR the john tower collective and operate on their own agenda, which is i suppose is why they attack you, despite john generally seeming to be on your side about what you're doing to the tower. the little guys are a little more removed from their host, and aren't too thrilled about you tearing everything down. or maybe john is just pissed about getting killed over and over since there's no doubt that shit hurted. the john ghost certainly doesn't seem too happy about it either but honestly he's allowed to be a little vengeful in my book.

an aside note but there's also definitely some weird connection between them and [pillar] John Being Dead since they only ever appear during escape, except for in the graveyard-themed level [scrapyard] where everything is already dead... though interestingly not the JOHN graveyard level [john gutter] until pizza time? whatever. i don't have much of a sensible framing for this aside from it just being a general thematic thing and the mini-john section is too long already so i am moving on.

this john i frankly have no fucking clue about and am generally leaning more toward the idea that it's maybe not a literal thing that exists. more just a visual representation of one thing or another?

since it dies when you kill the final/original pillar john my initial read on it was that it's just sorta like an alternate view of original john so you could get a good look at the whole thing not restricted to the space in the 2d plane the player is on, but, crucially, it is missing real/original john's hat, which feels like too central a detail to leave out.

my alternate read on it is that it's a representation of the... overall state of the tower. emotionally, or perhaps structurally, which really might mean thing when you are talking about an arcane structure that is an undetermined amount of alive. either way, it's clear john, the tower, its energies, anything relating to such have been under duress and steadily, irreversibly decaying for....however long it's been since pizzahead took over. bit of a dour note to end on i suppose but that's just the way the tower crumbles man.

you may ask me what all this means for gerome. and i would answer, hell if i know?!? they're said to be brothers and clearly the same Kind of guy, but they don't seem to be cut from the same cloth, as it were. gerome doesn't seem to have Powers:tm: like john does, or pizzahead certainly would have been using him for shit as well, and there's also not a million versions of him lying around to land him in that weird pseudo-immortal space like john.

my best guess is he's something more intrinsically connected to the treasures, and something of a life support system or failsafe for the tower. i'm not sure how to Coherently articulate my thoughts here, but it's something like...little guy fundamental to but also entirely separate from the tower, made to help with its general upkeep [janitor stuff] and also to protect itself in dire straits [treasures]. not in any way attached to the john collective so that if something goes wrong there, at least gerome's small part of the tower's vibe remains untarnished. something about shaping and fragmenting the tower's energies into and across each of the levels by routing and/or stabilizing it through cloned johns; by proxy still this taps in to the gerome part of the tower's energies which manifests as its own separate door/room within that space that can't be altered by any other force re: the background in the treasure rooms always just being normal purple tower brick. treasures being condensed physical standalone bits of the tower's energy, enough of whatever's been channeled into that area to keep john going when given back to him should something disconnect/destroy the energies of the rest of that area. something like that.

honestly, i still have a bit of a hangup in saying gerome is of the same tower origin as john simply because he's not same shade of purple as all the other john tower stuff, but that's really kind of nitpicking at that point, so. hwatever.

ANYWAY all that said and done the most important thing you should take away from this post is that at one point gerome might have had a brother that looked like this

[verdant-mainframe]

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we find ourselves in the thralls of a winding, boundless network here. within the core of it, there is a central mainframe. the code stretches out, streaks of green light across all space, casting shadows resembling sprawling trees. intertwined in the absolutely baffling circuitry of it all is a verdant core.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷

𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

i welcome you all to the verdant mainframe, aka my writeblr. my name is verde (they/them), and, well, there's no right way to say this, i suppose... but i am in the centre of a strange, henceforth unknowable, digital landscape. from the inside, it looks almost like a forest. but i take it from the outside it just looks like numbers, doesn't it? in so many words, i am a little... trapped here. don't worry, i'm working on it. but oh boy, do i have a story or two to tell while i'm here, unscrambling this network.

𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕖 + 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 ꩜

a little about me, i've been writing for most of my life, and decided to jump the gun and make a writeblr account for this project of mine. and i do mean jumping the gun - the project is so new it hardly has a name! tentatively called "the verdant project" (because we love a connected motif in this house), i'm aiming to make a multimedia story, containing everything from letters, video and audio transcripts, message threads, and more. the aim of the verdant project is to tell a story with all the means available to me. stories are everywhere, in so many forms, so i want the verdant project to explore that! the smaller details are currently unknown to me, 'course, but i wanted to get my foot in the door early (assuming the door is an endless line of code i am trying to escape from. fun metaphors and the like).

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤, 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕤, 𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕖𝕥𝕔

any and all engagement is appreciated greatly - from likes, reblogs, comments, etc, i love to see it all, i'd be beyond flattered to be seen in that way. i also have an open door policy for tagging. i'm not too big on holding my own tag lists or anything, but if you've got a project you wanna talk about, tag me, message me, chuck an ask my way, anything! i love hearing about other creative's stories, and if you want a listening ear for your projects, i'm always available. tag games, asks, and all that fun stuff, would be greatly appreciated too (though it may take a while due to my uh,, unpreparedness with everything)!

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 ↺

i think that all about wraps up what i wanted to say. hopefully i'll have more content about the verdant project soon, i'm stoked to get it started! in the meantime, i'm happy to be here, idly observing behind the mainframe. thanks for coming around! back to cyberspace for me,, ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷

[number1traumalover]

This is random af, but I just finished watching season 4 of TUA(the umbrella academy) and I am extremely agitated

So, multiple paragraph long(super long) rant under the cut

First things first, let me clarify that this series isn't the worst I've seen, and that s1 and s2 were both goldmines. I do think season 3 and 4 definitely could of done better, though.

To sum up s4 in a few words, RUSHED, UNNECESSARY, and PLOT HOLES. For example, the entire love triangle thing Diego, Five, and Lila was unwanted and pointless. Not only did it degraded Five and Lila's characters so much(c'mon five, you're smarter than that), it was also just a waste of screen time. Lila and Five getting lost on the subway contributed almost NOTHING to the story. It was mainly just a setup for the pathetic relationship they had. The only beneficial thing that came out of it was Lila and Five being able to navigate the subways, which led to Lila's family and Allison's daughter escaping(this was also a terrible writing choice, but we'll get to that later). By pitting Diego, Five, and Lila together they unraveled 3 WHOLE FUCKING YEARS of hard work and dedication to getting Five to slowly grow on them. Overall, 0/10. Hated the love triangle.

For another example, let's talk about the variety in quality, shall we? I will admit that the first 2-3 episodes of season 4 were pretty decent, and I actually liked them, but you could see the quality of the episodes just go down as you progressed through out the season. The ending was clearly rushed, and to me it seems like they were running out of a budget and they knew it. Not a great look, 0/10.

Anyways, its time for my dearly beloathed plot holes. Since I have too many and it would take too long for me to explain them all, I'll just list them all quickly.

Wouldn't Grace, Claire, and Lila's other kid existing in another universe cause a kugelblitz to exist, since their mothers are dead, and thats exactly the reason for why the Sparrow kugelblitz existed?

What happened to the other children with Marigold in them? There were 43 in the umbrella timeline and 19(give or take) in the Sparrow timeline. Why would they also get obliterated when the umbrella siblings got consumed by the cleanse?

Why did Luther get his monkey body back when he drank the Marigold? The monkey body had nothing to do with the Marigold, henceforth shouldn't be associated with his powers.

If it was made so that Five never existed in the first place, then the Commission never would've existed, meaning that Five never would've been hired to assassinate Kennedy, meaning that the whole fucking timeline would be messed up(there's probably more examples of this)

Speaking of the Commission, why did Five found it in the first place? The old Five in the freezer at the commission had half of his arm chopped off, meaning that he founded the commission after the scene with the Guardian. He would've had to reset the timeline in order to gain access to what he needs to start he Commission, but if he reset the timeline, then he wouldn't have his arm chopped off, meaning that in another universe, Five and the others found a way to escape the Oblivion without resetting the timeline. If so, how the fuck did they do that??

Killing the tua shouldn't have erased all the Marigold, since Reginald's wife would've still created the durango and marigold on the other planet BEFORE it had reached earth. And if Five and co didn't exist, the Marigold just would've found another host. THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE??

The new powers that some of the tua members got make no sense??? Why can Lila shoot laser eyes AND copy powers? How come Klaus can fly? That has nothing to do with his spectral themed powers, and everyone knows that he just makes himself levitate by having ghosts lift him instead. In the scene where Diego is delivering packages (the night after Ben spiked their drinks) how come he's able to make them land directly where he wants them? There's no metal in letters or envelopes??

(There's more plot holes, but I don't have the time and patience to list them all.)

LONG story short, the ending to the grand series finale was kind of disappointing. I genuinely think they could of done a better job on it.