#tentatively I don't have a responsibility to do that I just wanna talk about things i noticed and like

[welcometogrouchland]

I also think it's nice that they made Camilla a sci-fi nerd and Luz a fantasy nerd. They're genres that are often seen as completely opposing one another by many people, which is what we're led to believe about Luz and Camilla in season 1. Luz is silly, nerdy, frequently in over her head and irresponsible and loves the boiling isles. We're led to believe that Camilla is the normal, conventional TV mother who'd be disgusted and terrified by the demon realm if she saw it.

Then yesterday's lie gives us a lot of nuance to this, and we realize that while they're still very different and now on opposite sides of a conflict, both mother and daughter are incredibly kind people (seen in their treatment of Vee) who love each other but struggle to make the right choices without hurting one another.

Then thanks to them drops all this Camilla characterization and we realize! She was a nerd too this whole time! The wedge between Camilla and Luz is motivated by past traumas and grief! and for the future has them switching sides on the central conflict of where Luz should stay (Camilla now wanting Luz in the demon realm because it's what's best for her, and Luz believing that staying in the human realm is what's best for the people she loves). They finally talk and realize that, like Willow pointed out earlier in the ep, the two are so alike. Camilla reveals that she's a secret nerd too! That she had a hard time growing up and accidentally hurt Luz trying to save her from the same fait! It's so important to me that Camilla keeps calling Luz a good witch. It's affirming her interests and goals, reminding her that she's just as good as the hero of her favorite story. And Luz finally only realizes that she wants to be understood...when she's finally able to understand her mom. When she realizes that the woman she loves and admires is just as much of a nerdy screw-up as her and that there's hope for her. Her palismen ends being multiple animals at once, showing both how Luz making unconventional choices (like carving an egg) keeps paying off for her and how her potential is limitless now that she finally knows and accepts her own goals, but to me it also reminds of the fact that Camilla is a vet and passed a love of all the weird and unliked animals (like wolves, possums, snakes, etc) to her.

It's just so so sweet and it really shows how much love and thought the crew put into this mother daughter storyline (FTF haters are not welcome on this page, respectfully). I can't wait to see how both of these misunderstood but healing women (who radiate "little/big sister" and "mom" energy respectively) are gonna interact with a) the lonely, easily manipulated and well intentioned but ignorant collector (a mix of both their interests as a magic being with a space motif! I just realized that lol) and b) the nasty puritan white man who's really obsessed with conforming to society's norms even when it literally doesn't benefit him at all.

Anyway, I believe in noceda( AND clawthorne 👀) family supremacy 💙

[cowgurrrl]

Ptolemae

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (except this is all backstory)

Author’s note: I was listening to Ethel Cain the entire time while writing this and it shows

Summary: “Rage is not to be avoided, diminished, belittled. Rage is God. Better believe my rage is steeped in love.” — Shira Erlichman, as quoted in Jacqui Germain’s When the Ghosts Come Ashore [3.8k]

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, canonical type violence, PTSD symptoms, probably incorrect wound care, angst, feminine rage bordering on insanity (my favorite)

It takes you a full forty-eight hours to approach the soldiers in the center of what's left of the city. They've set up tents and medical sites among the rubble. They're calling themselves the Federal Disaster Response Agency or FEDRA. Their uniforms are identical to the one the woman who was ready to shoot you was wearing. They carry assault rifles and yell orders out, every so often burying a bullet in some Infected's head as they approach the camp. You don't trust them, but then again, you didn't trust many people before the world went to shit. You would've stayed outside the makeshift fence longer, but the graze on your arm is only getting worse, and Jane is only getting hungrier. You can't keep being stubborn when she's relying on you to keep her safe. 

You tuck your gun and knife into the very bottom of your backpack, hoping the supplies and half-open gauze packages will distract them long enough to conceal your weapons. Jane watches your movements quietly and curiously. You glance between her and the camp beyond the treeline you're hiding in. She looks like she's aged three years in the past few days, dirt and fear hollowing her features in a way you've never seen before. You smile half-heartedly as you put your hands on her arms and squeeze.

"Hey," you say gently. "It's gonna be okay. We just need to go down there and tell them we need help, just like we practiced. Can you show me what you do?" You ask, and she raises her little hands to show she's unarmed. She's shaking. You can't tell if it's from hunger or fear. You don't know if it matters. 

"My name is Jane Eloise. I'm five years old. I'm not sick, and I don't have anything that could hurt you." She says, and you nod. 

"That's right. Good job. And then, let Mommy do all the talking, okay? Once they get us all processed, they'll take us wherever they've been taking people all day, and we'll be able to get you some food."

"What about you?" She asks. Jane knows you haven't been eating or sleeping. You gave her all three of the meal packs in the tactical backpack, and she's heard you curse under your breath when you tried to change your bandage. Still, you smile and tuck her tangled hair behind her ears.

"I won't ever leave your side. I'll be right here, holding your hand, and if you're feeling scared, you can squeeze my hand as hard as you can, and I'll take all your fear away," you say, grabbing her hand. "Wanna try?" You ask, and she smiles as she squeezes you with all her might. You make a goofy face, and she laughs for the first time in three days. It sounds like music. Once she's done squeezing your hand, you smile. "So, when you do that, you shouldn't be scared anymore. You should only feel strong and brave. Can you show me a brave face?" You say. She flexes her muscles and mean mugs you until you laugh at her commitment to the bit.

"Did I look scary, Mommy?" She asks, stepping into your arms, and you nod.

"Scariest kid on the block," you say as you hug her. For a moment, the only thing in the world that matters to you is her heartbeat against yours. It's steady and perfect and made from half of you. The consistent thumping gives you enough strength to stand, carry her in your arms, and walk down to where the FEDRA soldiers are stationed. 

You're slow and careful as you come down the hill. If you run to them, yelling for help, they'll put a bullet in you without a second thought. They'll think you're sick if you act desperate like that. So you move like you're treading on ice, but even then, ten different guns point in your direction, and you swallow down your fear as you put the hand not carrying Jane in the air. She does the same. 

"Stop right there." A FEDRA soldier yells once you're a few hundred feet away. You put Jane down and show them you're unarmed. All the soldiers look identical, with heavy tactical gear, menacing weaponry, and helmets protecting their skulls. Jane reaches for your hand and squeezes hard. You swallow around the lump of bile in your throat and find your voice.

"We're not sick!" 

"Names!" One of them yells. Jane immediately launches into her rehearsed speech with one hand above her head and the other tucked in yours. You take a deep breath and tell them your name once she's done.

"I'm her mother. We need help." You say. The soldiers look at each other for several long seconds before lowering their weapons and approaching you. Jane squeezes your hand again and steps back into your body. One soldier removes his helmet and drops to the ground to show Jane that he's just a man. He's got kind eyes and dirt stuck to his skin, but he manages a gentle smile for Jane. You wonder how he would treat you if you didn't have a kid.

"We're gonna take you and your mom to that tent over there to get you checked out," he says, pointing to the tent beside the barely standing fence. "Once the doctors say you're okay, we can take you to a shelter with lots of food and water. Does that sound good?" He asks, and Jane nods hesitantly. The soldier glances between you and Jane before rising to his feet again and leveling you with a look, his grip adjusting on his gun. She's not a threat, he's saying. But you are. "Ladies, first." He gestures toward the tent, his tone starkly different than the one he used with Jane. Your jaw clenches, but you do as you're told. He follows closely behind as you walk over to the tent, the metal of his gun clanking against his gear. It sounds like bones rattling. You do your best to hide the shakiness in your step and keep the hand Jane's holding steady. 

He follows you inside the tent, closing the flaps for some semblance of privacy. There's no medical gear inside, just a scary-looking table. Something squishes under your shoes, and you make a conscious effort not to look down at the damp ground as you turn and look at the soldier. "Put your bag down," he orders. You let go of Jane's hand to slowly slide the backpack from your shoulders and place it on the table. His eyes widen as he recognizes the tactical bag. "Where did you get this?"

"I found it in the woods while we were hiding," you lie, squaring your shoulders as he eyes you suspiciously. "Nobody was around, and I thought it could have stuff we needed in it."

"So, you just found and took a military-issued bag and didn't think anything about it?"

"No offense, soldier, but I don't think theft is the worst thing to come out of the past few days." You say, and he squints at you like he's trying to figure out if he believes you. His gun clicks against his gear as you stare each other down. 

"I need to know you're not bitten before I can let you go any further," he moves on, and you feel your shoulders drop in relief. You remember seeing those things mercilessly attacking people, ripping their faces off, or chewing on flailing limbs. If getting bitten is how this is spreading, who got bit first? Who started this? The soldier looks down at Jane. "Can you wait outside while I talk to your mommy?" He asks, and you put a hand on Jane's shoulder before she can move.

"She's not going anywhere." You dig your heels in, and you watch his jaw tighten.

"I didn't think you'd want your kid in here when I asked you to strip to check for bite marks."

"The world fucking ended, and you think I'm going to trust you people with my kid after you dropped bombs on us?" You ask, tucking Jane behind you. You've done it so many times in the past few days that it feels natural, putting yourself between her and a threat. "She's staying with me."

"Fine, but I still need you to strip." He sighs, exasperated. You're pulling your arms through your jacket before he can even finish his sentence.

"I'd love nothing more, Waters." You spit, glancing down at the name tag on the front of his uniform. You throw your jacket down on the table holding your backpack, and he freezes when he sees the gauze on your arm. He doesn't move as you pull your shirt over your head to reveal the scrapes and asphalt burns from fighting the infected guy outside your apartment. Your legs don't look much better, the skin broken and stained red. Jane gasps once she sees the cuts and bruises for the first time, and the sound makes you want to cry. Waters gestures with his gun at the bandage on your arm.

"Take it off," he orders. With shaking hands, you peel the gauze back, the graze immediately bleeding and making you hiss as the air hits it. Your hands clench into fists as he looks at it intently. Once he's satisfied, he nods and hands you a new package of gauze. "What happened?"

"We got caught up in the bombings. Cut my arm on a piece of shrapnel." You say as he checks you for anything else that could be a bitemark. Once he's done circling your half-naked body, he clears his throat and turns his back to you so you can redress. You do quickly and painfully, your skin seemingly protesting against the sudden stretching. You ignore the scrapes across your shoulders breaking open, coating the back of your shirt in blood as you pull it over your head. He doesn't turn around until he hears your pants zip back up. You're quietly grateful he decided to be respectful when he could once he decided you weren't a threat anymore.

"You've been out there since the bombings?" He asks, and you nod. He looks at Jane before looking at you again. "And her? She's not sick?"

"If she were, we'd both be dead." You're shocked by the cruelty in your voice, but you don't flinch. Waters gives you a look before moving to your bag and searching through it. If he sees your weapons at the bottom, he doesn't take them or indicate that he knows about them. He zips up your bag and hands it back to you.

"Welcome to the Quarantine Zone."

The shelter isn't even half-full when you get there. What was a high school has since been turned into a home base for any survivors who made it past the FEDRA screenings. They give you a hot meal, blankets, toothbrushes, and a change of clothes. There are no showers, but you're just grateful to get the taste of blood out of your mouth. You and Jane set up your stuff on two little beds next to each other in the corner of an old classroom, your bed closest to the door. There are maybe ten other occupied beds in the room with you. Maybe. 

You don't know why, but you search the wartorn faces for your ex. You haven't seen or spoken to Matt since Jane was a few months old, and even then, your last conversation was not one you'd care to relive. Still, part of you had hope that he'd be alive and safe. He's still Jane's father. But you don't find him. You don't see anyone you recognize as you and Jane walk to the medical tent in the old gym. An older woman with bloody scrubs and a clipboard greets you.

"Hey there. What do you need today?" She asks, surprisingly cheerful, and you glance around at the medical supplies.

"I just need some surgical glue. Do you have any?" You say, and she gives you a look before digging around in a bin. She finally comes up with some, and you let out a relieved sigh. "Can I use some? I'll give it right back." You ask. Someone gasps behind you before she can open her mouth to say anything. You quickly pull Jane closer to your body and feel your fists clench as you turn to see who's behind you. When your brain catches up to the fact that an Infected is not rushing toward you, you see Mr. Lowery standing there. Jane wiggles from your arms and runs to him, an excited noise leaving her. 

"Jane, oh my goodness. I'm so happy to see you," he says, his gentle teacher voice not wavering even in the apocalypse. You let out a shaky breath as you leave the medical table and walk over to them. Adam says your name in the same breathless tone once he realizes you're there, too, and throws his arms around your shoulders. You yelp in pain as his hand grazes your open wounds, and he quickly lets go of you. "I'm so sorry. Are you hurt? I didn't-"

"It's fine. Just sore," you shake your head once you see the worried look in Jane's eyes. "I'm glad you're safe, Adam." 

"Yeah, you too. You're the first parent I've seen since I got here." He says sadly. You try not to think too hard about what that means and swallow around the lump in your throat.

"Ma'am, do you still need help?" The woman you were talking to earlier walks over, the surgical glue still in her hand, and you nod.

"Yeah, I just need to borrow that." You say, pointing at the bottle in her hand.

"I don't feel comfortable letting someone untrained use medical supplies like this." 

"Oh, she's not untrained. She's pre-med. Right? Weren't you studying for the MCATs?" Adam asks, and you press your lips into a line as you nod. The woman looks between you and the gauze on your arm with a cocked eyebrow.

"Why don't you let me look at it?" 

"No, it's really okay. It's not that deep."

"I'm only gonna ask nicely once." She says with the same stern, concerned tone you use for Jane. You sigh and grab Jane's hand, but she stands her ground. 

"Mommy, can I stay with Mr. Lowery? I really, really missed him." She asks with praying hands tucked under her chin. Your heart lurches in your throat, and your mouth goes dry as you search for an answer.

"I can watch her while you get checked out if you want. We'll stay right here. We won't go anywhere." Adam offers, and you fight the urge to snatch Jane from his arms and yell at him to shut up.

"Please?" Jane begs, making her vowels extra long to plead her case. You take a deep breath and make eye contact with Adam.

"You stay here. You don't take her anywhere or give her anything. You don't even think about moving from this spot, got it?" 

"Got it," he says without hesitation, and your jaw clenches as he stares at you. "I won't let anything happen to her." There's enough conviction in his tone for you to nod and follow the woman into one of her sectioned-off canvas rooms.

She puts on gloves and watches you sit on the edge of the cot, your knee bouncing as you stare through the curtain's tiny opening. You don't say anything as she carefully pulls the bandage away from your skin, blood breaching the surface as soon as it's off. You grit your teeth as she wipes at the cut with an antiseptic wipe but don't make any noise. You don't want Jane to hear you being in pain, so you clench your jaw so hard your bones creak with force and wipe your tears on your shirt sleeve.

"That your little girl out there?" She asks, trying to distract you, and you nod. "She's beautiful."

"Thanks." You mutter as she applies a little more pressure to your skin. Stars explode across your vision, and you curse under your breath. You don't remember it hurting this bad when you actually got grazed. Adrenaline is a hell of a drug.

"Did you come here with her dad?"

"Nope. Haven't seen the guy in four years." 

"Sounds like his loss."

"That's a understate, fuck," you stop as she presses a line of surgical glue across the graze. It burns as it settles into your skin, and the woman offers you whispered updates of how much longer until it dries and little encouragements. Once it's finally done drying, she puts a sterile bandage over the adhesive and offers you two painkillers. You look down at the two little pills and raise your eyebrows at her. "Acetaminophen?" 

"There's that pharmacology," she smiles as you take the pills. "What branch of medicine did you wanna go into?" 

"Doesn't matter now."

"It matters to me." She says, and you shake your head. You bite the inside of your cheek as you debate on telling her or not. Is it fair to bring that dream up when it will never happen?

"Surgery." 

"Smart girl." 

"Something like that." You shrug, the movement irritating the scrapes on your back, and you wince. The woman stands and looks at the back of your shirt to see it stained with blood.

"What happened?" 

"One of those things tried to get me. My back got cut up on the asphalt," you explain. "It's fine."

"Doesn't look fine. Can I take a look?" She asks, and you chuckle. 

"You're the second person I've had to take my shirt off in front of today." You say, taking a big breath and holding it as you pull your arms in and pull the fabric over your head. You turn your back to her so she can see the extent of the damage done to your skin. She doesn't gasp or have any reaction. She just starts dabbing at the blood gently, like you cleaned the blood from Jane's skinned knees. 

"May," she says like she's speaking to a spooked dog. "My name is May. I figured someone should give you the courtesy of knowing their names when they ask you to strip." She says, and you nod. You tell her your name in return, the rigid posture of your spine relaxing a little at her care. 

"Jane is my little girl." 

"How old is she?" She asks, and you swallow thickly.

"Five." 

"Must've been scary. Tryna keep her safe out there." 

"You have no idea." You whisper, your voice cracking over the words as memories of screaming creatures and shaking earth fill your mind. She cleans the rest of your blood in silence before putting ointment over the scabs. She checks for any broken bones while you're still sitting and tsks when she presses against a tender spot in your side, making you groan. 

"You've got at least one broken rib and probably one of the worst cases of road rash I've ever seen, and I was an ER doctor," she says as she hands you your shirt and sits across from you on her rolly chair. She gives you a sympathetic look, but you're not all there. Part of your brain is still pinned to the concrete under a screeching human, clawing at your skin. "But that little girl," she says, recapturing your attention. "That little girl is in perfect health. If I didn't know what happened this weekend, I would've had no idea she was ever in any danger."

"Is this the part where you scold me for putting myself in harm's way when I could've just come here earlier?" You ask, and she shakes her head.

"No, this is the part where I tell you what I've told all my parents who've come through here," she says, resting her knees on her elbows so she can look you in the eyes. "I don't care what you had to do to survive. I don't care what you did to protect them. I don't even care why you're sittin' on my table. I care about making sure you know how lucky your kid is to have you. For every kid that made it out, there's three more who died. You did good." She says sincerely, and you have to look away from her to wipe at your eyes.

"Doesn't feel like it, but thank you."

"I know it doesn't, but I promise you it's true," she says. "And I see how much you care about others. Otherwise, you wouldn't have wanted to be a surgeon. Now, I know you didn't get your MD, but I did, and I want to teach you what I know. Lord knows I need the help." 

"No, I can't." You shake your head.

"Yes, you can."

"I'm not the person you want for this."

"You don't know that."

"I do. I'm... I'm not a good person."

"Who is?"

"I killed people," The confession stuns you both into silence. Hot, angry tears stream down your face, and you pull your shirt back over your head. "I killed people to protect her. It was them or her, and I chose her. I will always choose her. So, whatever perfect, good, strong person you think I am or could've been at one point isn't here anymore. I buried her the second FEDRA tried to drop a fucking bomb on my kid," you stand on wobbly legs and pull your hair out of the collar of your shirt. "Thanks for your help, May."

That night, you don't sleep despite the aching in your bones. You stay awake and listen to the expanding and contracting of Jane's lungs as she dreams. When she wakes up screaming, you're already there to calm her down and remind her that she's safe. Adam ends up sleeping three cots down and tries to help when she wakes up, but you stop him before he can sit on her cot with a wide-eyed, annoyed look. He backs off after that. You've gone most of Jane's life without help from anyone, and you're sure as hell not going to accept any now. 

You were the one shoving knives through skulls and burying bullets in throats to keep her safe. You were the one who hid your pain from her for two days while you hid out in the barn. You were the one who taught her to give her fear to you because you are the only one who can handle it. What the fuck does Adam Lowery or May know about that? You will never again be the woman they once thought you to be. No, after this, you will be bloody and rageful and ruthless. There is nothing you wouldn't do to protect her or ensure her happiness. There is no corner of the earth you would leave unturned for the tiniest chance of her having a future. 

And God help any motherfucker who stands in your way.

[eclipse15]

Recently I had a nightmare of everyone around me being part of some kind of cult. Really notably, I desperately went to our mother and she acted incredibly concerned just for me to eventually find out that she was part of it. It was specifically a child exploitation group. Before this point. Ai felt nothing about the concept of possibly being a victim of ramcoa before. The only thing even close to cult like that could've possibly fueled that dream was a game that talked about a kinda ritualistic group, nothing more.

Ever since, I've been full blow paranoid. I can't tell anyone about the dream or the fears I'm having over it because then they'll report me to group. The more I research, the more things line up with my experiences and struggles.

I have no memories, but I've had this collection of unexplained trauma responses. Like, sometimes during breakdowns, our wrists will get stuck together, as if they're bound.

I don't know, I'm rambling but I'm scared cause I don't know where to start for answers. I'd go to my therapist but we're at a rocky point and I've recently lost trust in her. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

TW: IN DETAIL TALK OF ESCAPING A GROUP, WHICH MAY TRIGGER CHI PROGRAMS IN SOME. ABUSE TALK

Okay I can’t understand if you mean that you have this information from a dream, this information from your mother and trauma responses, or both. I’m going to respond as though it was clear you chose the middle.

If you are currently living in a situation that is putting you at risk for abuse I would focus on getting out of that situation. For example, if you are still living with your mother and she is an abuser like she says, I would recommend moving out and not telling her where. Same goes if you are living with any other abuser.

If you absolutely need to escape, if your life is at risk, or if you cannot simply move normally without remaining in the group, here are some escape tips. Only attempt this if you’re a legal adult in your area AND the area you will be leaving for. Also, if you are certain extreme omega will be triggered by this, try to move the “normal way” first.

Moving out can be done when you know the abuser(s) will be gone or unavailable-if they’re at work, on vacation, etc. It’s important to do lots of cleanup before you leave, as it’ll make it easier for you to do so. I’ve heard of people trashing their room (if it’s safe) and passing all the clean up off that way. I’m pretty sure U-Haul is cheapest in terms of cargo add-ons for cars, but you can decide if you wanna use that. If you don’t have a lot of stuff to take a packed car or a van will work fine.

I know it may be hard, but don’t take your phone. Get a burner or stay tech-free until you can get a new electronic.

If you need to cook, bring a bowl, other cooking supplies, and something like a hot plate. Public water fountains and some ramen can provide easy food. A fire could work but you’d need a legal place to start it.

Save up money. You could take on a bunch of odd jobs, mow lawns, do chores, get a job and make it clear it’s temporary, etc. If for some reason you can’t work set up a go fund me for something inconspicuous like “a new phone” or something believable to both internet goers and irl people-lie, especially if your worried about group members finding the page. (Don’t exploit human rights go-fund me’s such as Palestinian evacuations, though.)

Getting money could also contribute to you purchasing a tent or even apartment if you get a lot. Go to a camping ground far away, unassociated with anyone you know.

Keep mind if you get reported missing you can pass it off as a rebellious act and say that you’re an adult so you can make your own decisions.

If you are worried about a group tracking you, don’t share any identification in spaces where you are talking about your RAMCOA. No irl name, no face, no age (other than maybe if you’re a minor), no state/county, hell even no country if you’re really worried. Don’t show any pictures of others in your life either, such as friends or pets, it could be traced back to you.

Also, I’m only mentioning this since you say you’re paranoid, but you could be experiencing psychosis. I’m not gonna say it’s likely or unlikely, but I would recommend checking for markers of psychosis and if you check boxes using psychotic grounding techniques.

Sorry if this was a long-winded rant. I just want everyone to be safe. Hope this helped.

[yostresswritinggirl]

Oh. Niwa’s lover always making his lunch and bringing it to him so they can eat together. There are days when they feed it to him and he’s on cloud nine. But they’re always sitting somewhere private so people aren’t forced to see PDA.

Okay, so tentative timeline for Tatarasuna:

1. Niwa and his reader are in the in between stage of courtship and engagement. He’s designing and gathering materials for their swords and ring. Probably at the final stages even. Then it’s Kabukimono time! They gradually take him in and he learns about Niwa’s proposal plan (blade smith marriage tradition), kintsugi, and related smithing. At the same time, he learns house chores and bargaining/negotiating for deals from reader.

2. The timeline is rather vague in canon. So, Niwa proposes, reader gives an enthusiastic yes, and I am debating if they were already living together or not. Probably yes because we (and all of Tatarasuna) know that Niwa is serious about reader being his one and only. Kabukimono is certainly living with Niwa at this time. But wedding plans are simple and they are officially married prior to the events of Dottore. The wedding celebration did have sword dancing.

3. They talk about adopting Kabukimono as their eldest. Dottore shows up in disguise and Niwa begins a secret investigation. Essentially canon happenings here with the added caution Niwa has given his spouse and soon to be official son. Insert reader casually taking measurements to make clothes with the Niwa family crest as a present, in hopes that Kabukimono says yes to being their child.

4. Dottore does in fact kill reader first and they clutch the clothing they just finished making for Kabukimono. They die, praying that he and Niwa will be safe and find out about Dottore’s scheme in time. (Delightful bonus for Dottore killing reader using the tanto.) He thinks he about how he will have to say a regretfully rushed farewell to his beloved family before taking responsibility which plays in his rather rash confrontation as he hurries. Dottore stabs him and he dies, not with hatred, but hopes for his family. Dottore being an ass, “Your darling spouse is already waiting for you.”

5. Dottore straight up lying to Kabukimono and saying Niwa fled but cut out reader’s heart. Cue Kabukimono’s second betrayal. And then the kid and Kintsugi events.

The idea is that Niwa was always set on marrying reader and always wanted to propose to them with his best works. Plus, it takes a long time learn and master the craft. As soon as he became the armory officer, he was planning the entire thing and saving up to purchase the materials as he already set aside funds for the wedding. Niwa going all out and making tamahagane steel for the swords because his love deserves the best.

I’ll tweak things here and there as I keep going and learn more info.

Bloom anon

I like to also think that when there's a special occasion, Niwa's lover would make a feast with the other residents that can cook so it would be like a huge banquet as a good job for the bladesmiths! But yes hgnhng Niwa getting fed but in private because everyone's been complaining about the pda at this point hahaha

And yes, that pretty much checks out! Also put in Kabukimono helping Niwa get the materials for the ring he forged himself - although at the same time, I also don't want them to be married yet just to make their deaths more painful hahahuhu- I can also imagine Dottore tossing Niwa's lover's corpse in the furnace for some reason

And in that case, Kabukimono may have seen the burnt remnants of the clothing Niwa's lover made for him when he cleansed the furnace, does adding in to him believing Dottore's words. But one thing I wanna think about is the period during their disappearance, like I wanna see more of Niwa and Kabukimono panicking or something from the suddenness of it all

What do they do and what did they think

Otherwise this is a good summary of it all and I'm saving this for the others to read hehe

[system-of-a-feather]

Thank you for your long and thoughtful response to the ask I sent in earlier. ; w; (I'm the one who sent the super long ask in asking about late stage recovery.)

It's really reassuring to me that there can still be that sense of supporting one another. I couldn't quite put it into words before, but I think that and knowing we've got each other's backs and we can always count on that, is the thing that most scares me to think about the possibility of losing. I wasn't sure that could still exist if we were ever to fuse. I don't wanna emotion dump in your inbox so I'll leave it at that lol but when you were talking about that part I was like... yeah, that's what I most needed to know. I needed to know that our ability to express care for each other when it's needed wouldn't be lost. So the possibility of fusion someday, doesn't feel as scary anymore -- even if it's not the direction we currently want to go.

Yeah no I totally get it cause that was one of the largest things that terrified me about fusion as well. Growing up we really never had a single adult or family member in our life around to console or care for us and through a lot of therapy and work, our system became very much a family first and foremost that we've learned to realize that we have always had in spite our "real physical" family having not been there. By the time we were developing pretty reliable communication, I began really forgetting that my biological family was my ""actual family"" as I always thought of my parts as my dad, siblings, etc whenever topics like that came up and I'd always have to double take say at the idea that "I don't have a brother". (We only have two sisters, but our system has so many parts that feel like brothers to me so whenever I think about that I'm like 'tf i have like 40 brothers') So the idea of no longer being chronically separate parts scared me shitless cause - for the first time in my life - I felt I had a family and so it was really fucking hard to fathom final fusion without coming to this idea that I'd have to feel alone again.

And cause we were raised feeling very alone in our family for most of our life that was an extremely stressful and triggering feeling after having FINALLY earned and recovered a sense of companionship and belonging with the 'people' that have always been with my my whole life that I had just not been able to be fully aware of and in full acknowledgement of.

And of course, I'm not saying that "YOU WILL LOOSE IT" cause obviously *motions to previous post* it's really hasn't turned out that way - just really saying that its such a real and understandable fear to have. In the moment its kind of like imagining a color that doesn't exist and so you try to imagine it with what you know and its just... hard to put together until you start to get closer to that place in time and life.

But yeah, I will say with a full gut and 100% confidence upon all parts, never once - no matter how little I focus on the parts and just look at the whole or identify as a whole singular person - do I ever feel alone or like my parts that I love and care dearly for that love and care dearly for me are ever NOT here. Never once have I ever felt like I was on my own or that I didn't have anyone internally there to protect, care, support, or love me. Even in the most "zoomed out" whole moments, I never for a second loose that warm, caring intimate relationship I've had with all the parts.

And in the case of "I" - "I" means that it is something that every part agrees on in regards to every other part they've interacted with. Riku, Chunn, XIV, Ray, Lucille, Aderis, Evaline, Aya, Eva, Iris etc etc. Most of the times when I say "I" as Fei, its because it is just something I know is a system wide shared consensus and thing we agree on.

It kinda just sometimes feels like a really big big big group hug or like us all bundling up in a really cozy tent or those little rainbow parachute games they used to play in elementary school where everyone just goes under the parachute

It's honestly a really good time. I've had zero regrets and honestly lately, like the past like week straight, I've been mostly just choosing to mainly be in a state of Fei just so I can enjoy life transitions a little better as a whole and keep a wider view on how to meet our system's needs best cause for those sorts of decisions and all, having a wide lens on life and existence helps a lot more.

That said, I can still grab anyone and everyone and go "YOU - YOUR TURN" and what not (which we do for brief periods here or there, particularly in favorites activites like writing / drawing / DnD making with Riku and exercising with XIV and walks with Chunn)

[rachymarie]

So my friend is back in town atm and thusly today I've got an actual social event for the first time in forever (apart from family things) I am tentatively planning to attend and the layout of the day should be pretty straightforward (tho I can already suspect how I may fuck it up like I have in countless days past due to hyperfocus and rambling and not being privy to the concept of realistic passage of time), here is the order:

Coffee, 6am ✓

Meds breakfast, 9.30am ✓

Eat egg, now ASAP

Second coffee ASAP

Possibly do some more work on my drawing WIP (let's clothe this curvy baddie)

Shower - wash hair, exfoliate, shave legs

Message friend (host of drinks) confirming the details that have been thus far somewhat vague - but manage not to get swept into a full-blown conversation that takes up all the get-ready time my (actually) autistic ass requires.

Drink small energy drink

Makeup and a few wines - go all out with a planned eye lewk (do rest of face if time - but then again it's a gamble because I am a noob when it comes to complexion makeup like foundation and don't have a tried-and-true safe product - and I wanna look impressive and not like a massive (scaly orange) dick in front of some of these people forecast to be in attendance, whom I haven't seen since high school)

Make way over to friend's house

I was meant to wash hair yesterday but I only managed to have a quick shower, ain't nobody got time for this mop when running late. So now I've got the weight of All the big Shower tasks (washing hair and shaving takes it out of me, and sometimes takes so long it makes the water run cold)

I tried to get my other bff the Swede to come with me but I don't think he's up to it atm.

I was fretting about being asked the questions dreaded when you are as yet unemployed/disabled such as "what do you do for money" - sometimes they will begin with "what do you do" and when you describe your passions and hobbies they tack on "ah yes, but what do you do for money/how do you earn a living" -but apparently being so blunt is actually a bit rude. Though I am used to neurotypical/allistic etc folks being rude af despite them thinking I am Bad and they can do no wrong. There's a certain double-standard/hypocrisy against us that doesn't get talked about enough, but anyway I'm starting to segue hard now.

But I think if their wording is vague I can get away with responding with some of the mountains of other things I do besides normal employment ventures. I am possibly the most passionate person in the world so thar shouldn't be a negative thing, it should be celebrated. I may be too darn tired to do my own most of the time, but my passion for the arts (yes all of them: fine art, photography, sculpture, fashion/costume design, writing, film-making etc - even dream interpretation, I thrive making arts/creating) is kinda unrivalled

The health improvement practitioner I met with for the first time on Tuesday encouraged me to do some homework for it of practicing responses to likely questions so I feel confident and don't back out on the day.

Socializing is hard, and I don't know how to mask anymore. I need a Jennifer Cook (Love on the Spectrum US), but at least I am armed with her advice that you don't have to always fill silence (with inane chatter, using nearly literally anything as a talking point - it's frustrating/upsetting having that out-of-body experience, watching as you persist in fucking up regular interactions babbling. Sometimes I even run out of breath talking so much)

Sincerely an anxious, autistic schizospec a bit too used to her own company (god i love being alone majority of the time, at least I've got that because some people can't actually stand their own company for more than like 5 seconds) and prone to saying the wrong thing. I will never be "normal" everyone just face it.

Well, this actually turned out to take nearly an hour to type out lol I do love myself a helathy dose of self-sabotage. But I guess at least I always have a headstart as a chronic early bird, my friends can sleep in till midday if they're not careful. Longest I can sleep in is like 7am or if I'm really lucky 8am - but those days are far and few between, I am a severely underslept insomnia queen

This has been a post, thanks for tuning in to today's episode of Rachel Rambles

[g4ycl0wned1ts]

You okay?

An Eddie Munson x Y/N fanfiction

TW: SMUT, BREEDING, DEGRADATION (a little bit) AND SLIGHT MENTIONS OF PAST SH

Description: Eddie Munson and you have been dating for 3 years, and you've been obviously hiding something from him. You've been irritable and upset, and kind of distant. He notices this and asks what wrong, which causes you to ask him for a baby, he's hesitant because of some past issues, but eventually caves and that's when the fun starts ;]

"y/n!!" Eddie called from the front door, you hadn't seen each all day, and honestly that's how you wanted it. You were wanting something... Something you knew he could give you... But you just couldn't quite figure out what.

You mumbled your response, knowing he can't hear you but also not wanting to be a complete dick about it. But, he found you. Eventually.

Eddie plopped onto the bed next to you.

"so... What did you do while I was gone?" He asked you, genuinely hoping you didn't just lay in bed all day, but deep down knowing that's what you did. "Doll, you can talk to me." He explained, putting his hand gently on your side as you had already turned away from him.

"And.. if I don't wanna talk?" You asked sarcastically, wanting him... No. Needing him. To do something.. something you just. Didn't. Know.

Eddie sighed and played with your hair, knowing not to push you, but not leaving so you know he cares. "I know something is on your mind, and I know you don't wanna talk, so do you wanna watch a movie with me..?" He asked you. Truth be told, he had gotten home expecting more... Much more. But he was NOT about to ask you for sex when you were like this. So he whispers something that works without fail... "I'll let you wear my hellfire shirt, princess."

You nod.

He takes you downstairs and hands you the shirt, which you quickly change into. Then he notices something, he sees you look at your stomach and frown. At first he thought you were insecure about it, but that wasn't the same frown you had when he met you. It was different. Not a frown of something there that you did not want, but of something not being there that you did.

"You okay?" He asked you genuinely. You looked as if you were about to cry before looking him in the eyes and finally realizing.

"Will you give me a baby..?"

He looked at you, honestly a bit shocked. Not only because of the question, but because of the fact you had never been the type to like kids.

"honey..." He started, but you already knew what he was gonna say. When he was younger, he had a baby brother. And when his brother died... He was blamed... And even though he didn't do it he felt horrible and... It made him do things he now regrets. The scars on his arms and ankles serve as a memory, along with the semicolon tattoo on his chest.

But you were wrong.

As you try to look down he lifts your face back up by lifting your chin and kisses you lovingly. You look at him, you now the one shocked, and close your eyes. Your hands find their way to the back of his neck where your fingers gently tug at his hair. The groan you get in response fills you with delight and you look at him lovingly. "Is that a yes?"

"It's definitely not a no" he responds. Yes. Yes! YES!! Eddie Munson has never been strong enough to even think about having a kid... And you changed that.

He kisses you again and you both flop onto the couch, expecting him to want to deepen the kiss you open your mouth ever so slightly. Then he sits up and turns on a movie, holding you close.

-what the fuck- you think.

Eddie looks at you and now you know he's doing it on purpose. You "accidentally" move closer, putting your knee against the tent in his pants.

"oh, darling~ don't try that" he says, obviously holding back a moan. You slowly unzip his jeans.

"Why? Do you not know how babies are made?" You ask, trying to sound seductive.

"okay- that was a really weird thing to say while trying to make someone horny-" he responds. You giggle a bit and look at him lovingly before reaching behind him and putting your hand on the back of his neck, pushing him down and kissing him passionately.

"oh fuck~" he says as your lips part. "you shouldn't have done that. I cannot be held responsible for anything that I'm about to do~"

You nod, now knowing how good this is gonna be. He pulls you close and starts passionately kissing you, his hands on you hips as he forces you to lay on your back onto the couch.

"Eddie~ c-careful! The couch is old." Eddie chuckles and kisses you, honestly just to shut you up. You look back down at your stomach and back to Eddie, noticing him staring and smiling. His smile. Your favorite feature.

"may I~?" He asks, tugging lightly at your shorts.

"please~"

Soon you're both undressed on the couch, his face between your thighs, and you moaning his name quietly.

Eddie licks you clit over and over. Sex always started this way, he says it's a way to "prepare" you, but it's really just because he genuinely enjoys eating you out. And you are not complaining.

"E-eddie~" you moan breathlessly. "Baby, please~"

Eddie smiles a bit and wipes his mouth, making you lick his hand so you can taste yourself.

"Go on~ my favorite snack~" he explains as you lick his hand clean. "Fuuuck~ my little slut~"

Your face lights up instantly. You love that name.

"mhm!!! Yours!!!"

Eddie chuckles and smiles. "God you're adorable, princess."

-AAAAAAAAAAUGH- You internally scream. Eddie gently moves up and kisses your cheek.

"ready?"

You smile and nod gently.

You feel him enter you and moan through the slight pain, closing your eyes tightly.

"mm mm mm, keep those eyes on me, princess~ watch me give you what you want~" he says, hands gently wrapped around your neck. You open your eyes and nod in affirmation. Eddie starts thrusting into you at a gentle, steady pace, making you smile.

"Mmm~ fuck~" you moan, trying not to be too loud because there are always people outside of the trailer. Eddie pulls you closer, causing him to go deeper inside you. You gasp at the sudden movement and your mouth hangs open while he quickens the pace, the couch moving with you. He grips at your thighs with on hand and starts rubbing your clit with the other, smiling while he does this. Not because you're having sex, but because he's giving you what you want and making you feel good.

"God, that's my good girl~" he moans. Unable to speak, you simply nod in response. Then you start to feel it. That tight knot in your stomach coming undone as your liquids spill over Eddie's cock and you moan louder than before. Eddie moans, seeing you come undone made his knot unravel as well and he cums deep inside you, painting your walls white. You tap his shoulder three times to signal him to stop, and he obliges. Now laying on his chest and watching the ending of the movie he put on, you smile.

"Thank you," you finally manage to let out. "Thank you so much."

"anything for my princess." He responds, looking at your stomach happily.

The end :]

[satoruyes]

i hate you.

𓆩❤︎𓆪 FEAT. dabi x gender neutral!prohero!reader

𓆩❤︎𓆪 SYNOPSIS; if you hate each other so bad and are natural enemies, why are you so drawn to each other? good ole enemies to lovers fic.

𓆩❤︎𓆪 cONTAINS; angst, dabi real identity spoilers, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, lowkey slow burn, part one, heat/quirk play?

navi | m.list

“fine, continue to act as if you hate me,” he says, while shooting you a glance. “I’m not acting,” you spit back. “oh, so then the moaning was acting?” he says back while smirking. “yes, I’m quite the actor actually,” you say. “you must be a really good actor, especially since how passionately you were moaning my name last night,” he patronizes. “as I said, great actor,” you say again rolling your eyes while getting up from the stool where you sat.

“oh and, thanks for the food doll,” he says while standing up to hand you his finished plate. “this is a one-time thing only. don't let me being nice to you get to your head,” you clarify while taking both of your plates to the sink. “oh don’t worry, your kindness doesn’t go to my head, my dick would be more of an accurate statement,” he says while putting back on his boots. “dabi, shut up.” you threaten. He throws his hands up in defeat and grabs his coat to head out. “later.”

—

“so what’s going on between you and y/n,” hawks asks while passing dabi a beer. “nothing, why?” dabi asks in return. “well you two seemed to hate each other but now you can stop talking about them,” hawks replies. “I don't know what you’re talking about, I hate that bitches guts,” Dabi replies bluntly. “do you hate their guts or are you in them, ‘cause it seems like both to me,” hawks says while chuckling. dabi punches his shoulder and it causes hawks to choke on his beer. “defensive much,” hawks asks. “fuck you, birdbrain.” dabi says. “well while I’m flattered, I’ll have to pass,” hawks says while chuckling loudly. dabi just rolls his eyes in response and continues to watch TV.

—

“what’re you doing here stalker,” you ask while turning to face your balcony. “surprised?” he asks confidently. “hardly. you’re like a cockroach,” you say in rebuttal. “but seriously, what’s up?”

“needed company and tomura isn’t exactly the best to keep it,” the black-haired man responds. “ahh I see, so you need me? correct,” you say while half grinning. “whatever just shut up and let’s go lay down,” dabi says. “now.” “wow okay dad,” you reply while leading him to the master bedroom.

“new sheets, did you not like the stains I left for you,” the tall brute says. “yes, laying in your cum isn’t exactly my ideal way of sleeping,” you reply while slipping out of your house shoes. you both lay down comfortably, while he spoons you. he tended to always be the big spoon. something about ego things and being a man. except for that one time, he layed in your arms and slept like a baby.

—

dabi was shaken out of his sleep to see you trying to toss and turn in his arms. “hey, get up,” he says sitting up and shaking you gently. wake up in a cold sweat, and slightly startled. “oh did i wake you up, sorry i was having a nightmare,” you say while rubbing your arm. “i know, i was holding you.” he says as he lays back down and he strokes a warm hand up your back. “wanna talk about it,” he asks while tentatively rubbing a gradually warming hand up your now bare back. “when did you remove my-

“shh, just lean into it okay, let me be the mature one for just ten fucking seconds,” he says while still rubbing your back. “thanks, it feels.. nice.” “so I’ve heard.” “heard from who?” you asked out of curiosity and slight jealousy. “jealous much, but nah’ i heard it from my brother, before.. you know,” dabi says dryly.

dabi once told you the story of touya todoroki and his younger self's experiences and endeavors. it’s what made you grow to feel bad for him, and his brother, shoto. you hum in acknowledgment and continue to take your back rubs with gratitude. very aware that dabis softness was rare. you turned to stare at the man. even if you were natural enemies, and you hated him, you couldn’t help but realize how beautiful he was.  the prettiest man you’ve seen. but the most heinous. when you first started seeing the portable flame thrower, you somehow convinced him to drop his kill count. you may have changed him slightly for the better but that didn’t stop him from being a villain and the man that you would get arrested for if saw together. but with dabi one thing led to the next and well..

—

“dabi sl-slow down,” managed to splutter out. “why, when you feel so good, and i know you can take it,” he retorts. you shut up for the time being and drown in the ecstasy of being used by dabi. “just let me have this one, kay?” he asks while slowing down his strokes. he listened. he removes himself from inside of you and you take the initiative to push him over on his back. “feeling dominate tonight are we,” he says while grinning hard. “shut up.” you reply while impaling yourself back onto the villain. “oh shit, the hero has sum spunk, don't ‘cha,” he moans, while his hands find shelter on your waist, and he smacks your ass with a more than warm hand. you moan at the sudden heat. even while at the bottom he still seemed to have a dominant streak about him. you both shortly reach your climax and you hop off of the villains' dick. “that was surely something, little hero.. let’s do this again sometime,” he says while putting his clothes back on and leaving you to think about your actions while filled with remnants of him.

ok i love this trope and thank you to @/koishua for the lovely prompts teehee <33

part two is in the works, lmk your opinion!!

proofread by grammarly

[magic-human-bean]

Hello hello! Can you do a teen!reader G/T trope where they see the anicents as a parental figure wants to help/be like them?

Honestly who doesn't want to be like them?

But aright, let's go with a lost human teen that got somewhat "adopted" by the ancients.

Pure Vanilla Cookie : He did everything he could to make the human feel at home. The human has their own tent with a bed right next to the kingdom, and Pure Vanilla Cookie even lowered the floating island of his castle so he can speak to the human right from his window. When the human said that they wanted to be just like him, Pure Vanilla Cookie was beyond flattered. He's very, very eager to share his knowledge with a human, and he will 100% become a dedicated teacher. I have no idea if a human can do the same magic as cookies, but no matter, he'll still teach everything he knows anyway.

Hollyberry Cookie : She also would make a tent for the human right by the castle. When the human says they'd want to be like her, she's like "Daww, okay!" and makes sure to get the human involved in as many parties as possible. She wants the human to become confident around cookies (i mean, confident in general, but let's start with cookies) and help the human become comfortable in social situations. Good thing her attitude is super comforting! She's good at making people feel at ease. She'll probably encourage the human to go on adventures, too! Either with her or with Princess Cookie and Knight Cookie. Basically, she wants the human to make lots of good friends, while also teaching the human valuable lessons about confidence.

Dark Cacao Cookie : Ooh now that's a heavy one. He doesn't want to make the same mistakes he made with Dark Choco Cookie... Once he find out the human sees him as family and looks up to him, he'll probably feel scared about the responsibility. What if he messes up again and the human becomes even more dangerous than Dark Choco Cookie? No... He has to do better. He'll try to communicate better with the human, and teach them, not only about honor and the values of a warrior, but also teach them about the importance of family. He'll try to have some kind of tent built for the human, but... a kingdom with so little resources can only do so much... It's okay though, he'll personally teach the human how to make a fire to keep them warm through the land's shitty weather. Too bad he can’t teach sword fighting to the human because the human is too big to duel. 

Golden Cheese Cookie : Listen, I personally don't think it's possible. From the only things we know about this character, she seems kinda narcissistic and selfish. But I know a lot of people love her so I'll make an attempt. If she ends up treasuring the human, this ancient could probably have a fucking temple built for the human. Maybe in this scenario, she's like "Yes, I’m gonna make this human the greatest treasure of my kingdom.” She’ll teach the human how to behave like true royalty (more like a deity, even). She’ll decorate the human in gold, and by gold we mean cheese (you don’t wanna wear cheese? too bad for you), and share most of her delicacies and privileges with the human. 

White Lily Cookie : Weird one. She doesn’t have a kingdom, or much of anything. I guess her and her adopted human would travel and wander the world together, forever in search of knowledge and meaning... She’s happy she’s less alone now, though. 

Dark Enchantress Cookie : Haha no you’re dead. Unless we’re talking about a super edgy teenager who’s willing to kill other humans, she will kill. 

[zackpacklol]

Omori X Undertale AU + Castings

I've seen people draw Omori WITH Undertale Characters, even an entire Comic based off Combining Omori and Undertale, but what about an actual AU of Undertale where it's Omori Characters instead? Buckle in, Boys & Girls. Cause this will be a long one.

Before anything, I should mention: I won't be explaining how Neutral and Genocide work in this AU (mainly because I would like to have functional fingerprints by the end of this) but I will mention how some Genocide Actions will function and maybe even some dialogue if you choose Genocide when we get to the Castings.

(Feel free to skip the story part, it has next to nothing to do with the Castings, Consider the Castings as their own separate thing)

(btw a little side note here: I'll address Frisk as They/Them for reasons I don't think I need to explain)

For the story of Pacifist? Well, let's say that Mt. Ebott was somewhere near Faraway, and after about...let's say 4 months since Frisk frees all of the monsters & Sunny confesses the truth, (yes, they both just by some coincidence do the same thing at the exact same time and date, don't question it) they decide to travel to Faraway with Toriel, because recently, Toriel's been hearing about a Bake off that'll include Monsters from all around the world, unfortunately, no Human contestants or spectators are allowed. Since she wants to go but doesn't want Frisk to be home alone at the same, what does she do instead of having one of her friends come babysit Frisk? Drop Frisk off at a random town called "Faraway" and come pick them back up when she's done at the Bake off, leaving Frisk all by their lonesome until then. What a responsible parent! Don't worry, Toriel leaves Frisk a Sleeping Bag, a portable tent, as well as some G so that they can both buy drinks and food forself.

With that out of the way, let's do some Casting already! Let's start with a HUGE one:

Hero as Sans: I know some people would probably interpret Kel as Sans (bc he's a short king compared to his brother) but there's actually a good few reasons why Hero as Sans would make more sense:

Both have a......charming smile? I wouldn't exactly define Sans's smile as charming, but I think Tumblr would hardly disagree with me.

Both are known for getting tired very easily. Mean, Sans spends most of his undead life asleep, and Hero can barely run for more then ten seconds without huffing and puffing all over the place.

That one scene where Sunny has to choose the taller brother. That whole scene made me wanna make a post like this, for good reason, too! That interaction had "Sans & Papyrus" energy written all over it.

Both can demolish you if you make them mad enough. If you have seen any artwork where Sunny confuses the truth & we get too see the friend's reactions, you definitely know what I'm talking about. There's a reason why RW Hero's only useable weapon is "Hands".

This.

I mean come on, do I really need to explain?

(looking back on this makes feel like matpat lol)

I think that's enough reasons, now here's some Genocide ideas for the "Hero" fight that I think could be cool:

Hero would dodge like normal, but instead of having dodging 50 times like regular Sans, he'd only dodge 10-15 times, meaning once he is tired & can no longer dodge, he gives the classic Sans friendship monologue and offers mercy. BUT BUT BUT-

hear me out

Phase 2?

Yeah, Omori!Tale Hero would have a Phase 2, but what that Phase has, I don't have an idea.

It'd be one of two things:

1. He would "Catch" the knife before it hits him, grabbing it out of the players hand and throwing to the side, resorting you to fight Hero Knife-less until he blacks outs. Once your able to finally black out Hero, you must regain your lost knife and finish the job. (very brutal I know, but hey! So is Omori, so it fits)

or opinion 2, another Brutal one, even more messed up then the first.

You actually stab him in the chest, but instead of instantly dying, he continues to fight you as he bleeds out. (this is thanks to him having the most HEART out of everybody in the main party, which in this context doesn't make sense This path also brings a new-ish mechanic: You can choose to infinity guard until he bleeds out and win, or you can risk it and choose "FIGHT" to speed up this process by literally punching the knife deeper into the wound. Just like how when Sunny was explaining the truth.

WHICH ONE WINS?!!? YOU DECIDE! /j

Anywho, here's some Omori!Tale Hero Dialogue (in only some particular order):

Omori!Tale Hero: Sunny...Aubrey...Basil...Kel...They're all Depending on me...

Omori!Tale Hero:

YOU'RE SUCH A NUISANCE, (PLAYER NAME)!

Omori!Tale Hero:

W-well, I'm g-g-going to GINO'S...

*Omori!Tale Hero walks off screen*

Omori!Tale Hero:

O-oh hey M-mari...want a p-p-pizza......?

(btw the stuttering is bc of the knife in his stomach)

Well, I think I make this multiple parts bc I think if I don't I'm somehow gonna find a word limit on Tumblr. (even if there is one) By the way, I'm hoping Part 2 will mainly JUST be castings, Genocide Actions & Dialogue, ect, I can't promise that.

Click This when Part 2 comes out

[finalmoment]

Oh do you wanna choose violence? (ask game) 1, 2, 6, 7, 8, 16, 19? 9 and 10 can be optional but this is already a lot so

01. honestly? alhaitham. people seem to think he's an asshole or unempathetic and unkind but really he's just very reserved and he has a tendency to be playful in his own way while being unwilling to truly explain himself to others. he's an autistic king and i love him.

02. hmm i'm gonna do this for diluc: i think diluc has a very intense need for control, especially when it comes to his interactions with kaeya. he can and does relax in most settings over time but i also believe that diluc had a nonzero number of unpleasant sexual interactions in his travels and it's made him averse to the loss of sexual control specifically. also, he's a bit of a masochist but he's much more of a sadist, and he finds kaeya's responses to pain enchanting. they're both very tangled by their history, by the fact that kaeya seeks often to punish himself through diluc and diluc has calcified into the role of protector/punisher over time and now needs a lot of handholding to step out of it and their sexual dynamic is in many ways a return to a rawer and more unfiltered state of being.

06. kaebedo fans have irritated me since forever. also chaeya fans. both ships are good by themselves but a lot of their shippers seem more interested in avoiding kaeluc/luckae than whatever they're actually shipping so they're also the annoying "siblings brothering fraternally" type of ragbros fans (this is how twt user @/cryovishap puts it afksdjf and i agree). i love chaeya by itself and i also enjoy albedo/kaeya but the twitter fans make me wanna put a pillow over my ears.

07. kaveh. im carefully extracting myself from every other opinion about him in order to preserve my tentative affection

08. would it be mean to say "most of them"? i dont even know what common fandom opinions on a lot of things are. i dont look at the fandom at large much if i can help it

16. oh. so many. many kinds of kidfic, revenge fantasy plots (elaborate constructions of "a character is wronged and they &or their lover Destroy Everyone about it"), shovel talks (i hate shovel talks), anything where diluc lacks his violent/sadistic/mildly crazy streak, overinvestment in monogamy or virginity (shipping that's desperate to preclude even the option of other meaningful romantic or romance-adjacent relationships, and things where characters desperately assure each other that they've saved themselves up for this like good christian kids). probably other things, but this is off the top of my head.

one thing i REALLY don't like in general is when top/dom characters aren't allowed to be shamelessly kinky in their own right. like, it's a particular thing if their character is such that they won't want to inflict pain or misery on their partner, but it's very often less a characterization thing and more. a subtle implication that this is how people think doms/tops should be in order for their sexual dealings to be Ethical, as though wanting to cause pain, or being interested in choking someone out, or having cnc fantasies about being the aggressor rather than the victim, are morally indicative desires. subs are always given leeway to want something in ways that doms aren't because victimhood is more morally pure than aggression even when that victimhood or aggression is within the space of kink (or maybe even especially so bc getting off on something makes it worse). but it's always super important to me personally that doms get to be wholeheartedly into whatever they're doing to their sub. they don't have to be shameless about it (shame and guilt are interesting!) but like. they should also be rock fuckin hard at the same time.

19. haikaveh. i know this is so vanilla but gughgjgh i would erase them from my brain if i could

i wouldn't mind doing 9 and 10 but i cant think of anything. thank you for the asks! if anyone read all of this but disagrees with me that's fine you're good i'm not judging anybody and people have complex reasons for liking things that i am not privy to.

[seafoamchild]

april 22nd

i've had a very social few days. on thursday i went to the art museum with lora and my mom for the flower show. it was really fun. and then on the way home my mom told me one of their cats died. it was really sudden. i'm glad he's not in pain anymore but that just sucks. i didn't get to say goodbye. i loved that cat and it sucks that i'll never see him again. i haven't really given myself the time and space yet to think about this and be emotional about it. i tent to automatically suppress all of my negative emotions. i want to cry about the death of my cat, but i'm so uncomfortable with sadness that i don't know how to anymore.

anyway, yesterday i went to get drinks with austin. he had reached out to me after 6 months of no contact because he told me he just couldn't talk to me anymore. i knew it probably wasn't a good idea to meet up, but my curiosity got the best of me as usual. i told him about my recent trips and the whole fiasco in ecuador where i got attacked by dogs and then mugged. he told me he has a new girlfriend and that they vibe really well and have great chemistry. i was like That's awesome! But then he also was talking about our relationship and how he was angry with me for months after we "broke up" for not communicating my feelings during the relationship. I was like, That's fair. I definitely have some avoidant tendencies I need to work on. But then he was also like "I had this perception of your perception of me, and it was that I was weak and pathetic" and I'm thinking Sooo like your perception of yourself? and he went on to say that he had finally accepted that we aren't sexually compatible and that he was so insecure about not being able to be the dominant partner i wanted, and that he didn't want to be rough with me because he knew i'd been sexually assaulted and didn't make me want to relive that. i was like, first of all, none of this has anything to do with me, this is all in your own head - like you are projecting your insecurities all over me. also, if i tell you what i want in bed, why would you think you know better? why would you assume that makes me relive my assaults (it doesn't)? it was just a weird thing to bring up in the first place. oh and then he was also like "if you could switch bodies with anyone, like freaky friday, who would you pick?" and i was like A great horned owl Duhh i wanna fly. Then i asked who he would pick and he was like My girlfriend. I was like What would you do if you woke up as her? and he was like Have sex. Like he would literally switch bodies so he could have sex with himself lol. What a fucking WEIRD thing to say to me and also that he asked me that question fully knowing his own response. like truly wtf. i don't think i wanna hang out with him again. cuz that was weird that he felt the need to say all that to me.

well then today i went to breakfast, went to the domes and thrifting with liz, and then to billy's surprise birthday party which ended up being really fun. it was so good to see everyone and to know pretty much everyone who was there. i have made a wide social circle for myself here and that feels good.

[iwillmanagetheflashlight]

Hello lovelies!! Sorry I'm two days late with Chapter 3 . I didn't really get much of a response with Chapter 2 ... I will post 3 any ways. Enjoy!!!

Chapter 3 : The Not-So-Wonderful Weekend

Pairing: Eventual Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: Jared is still an asshole, suicide attempt (please please please don't read if this will trigger you!!!)

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Y/N went to go towards the tent with Jensen when Jared got in front of them. "What?" She asked him.

"Why have you turned Jess against me?"

"I didn't do anything. Now get out of my way, Padalecki. You got your wish now let me fucking go."

"Not until you convince Jess... Break her away from that boy toy."

"You broke my fucking camera and my dreams. I'm gonna fail my final and it's gonna make it so I can't get into college. You can go suck a dick!"

"Its not a real career! It's barely a hobby."

"It's a really good career when you're going oversees to do wildlife! I'm not staying here..."

"Yeah right."

"At least I won't be a burden on you..."

"They won't support this."

"Who?"

"Who? Our parents, our friends, me! Take your pick."

"I already know I don't have a support system. I got into A&M on a photography scholarship. None of you cared when I tried to tell you, everyone shrugged me off. I promise I know."

He scoffed. "Talk to Jess please."

"No." She stalked off.

He huffed.

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"You had every opportunity to kiss her." Peter smirked.

He shrugged, "I don't wanna push her ..."

"Right." Peter shook his head.

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The morning had finally wrapped up. Jessica had changed into a more comfortable dress. She was walking around looking at the shops when she felt someone grab her hand.

It was Y/N, her camera around her neck, "Where is Nik? I thought we could get some pics done while y'all are on break."

"Uhhh. Im not sure. Let's go find him."

"Cool." She grinned. They found him at the food tent getting a water.

"Hey! How's your wrist?" Nik asked.

"Still numb ... " she grinned, "I was hoping you'd be ok with me getting some pics of you and Jess together in your costumes."

"I think we can make that happen." Nik smiled.

"Awesome. I found some of the perfect spots to do it!" She turned around and hit right into Jared's chest.

He glanced at her but stared at Jess.

Y/N grabbed them and went around Jared , "Jay gave me the PERFECT idea with a couple of the horses!" They all went on their way, thankful Jared didn't follow.

Jessica simled and settled into Nik's side.

Y/N took a good 100 photos of them, easily.

On the last photo, they were standing close together. Their hands brushed together. He gently had a finger under her chin, turning her to look at him. Their faces close together.

Jessica saw the decisions going through his head.

No one saw Jared approach.

Nik leaned down, his lips touching hers.

Y/N didn't hesitate to take the pics of them sharing their first kiss.

Jessica melted into him. Until she heard the screaming.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?!?" Jared roared.

"Jared. This is my choice. My life." Jessica's eyes found the ground interesting. She wrapped her arms around herself. Jared made quick work of putting himself between the two of them.

Y/N stood up and went over to them. "Jared. You're in the shot and making Jess uncomfortable. Please move."

"No. Not when this concerns my girlfriend."

Jessica went pale. Neither of them had ever discussed that.

"Either you're lying or Jess didn't tell me and she NEVER keeps shit from me."

"Why would I lie about that?"

"Jared...You're my brother and I love you dearly, but ... you're a habitual liar..."

"Am not?!"

Jessica felt Nik's arms slip around her waist, his lips against his cheek.

She sighed, "Jared ... you're a liar, a cheat and a damn fool ... I'm sorry but it's true ."

"Let's hurry off..." he whispered in her ear.

"No. You've just kept the one thing I've wanted away from me. Turned her against me!"

Jessica let Nik lead her away.

"Jared, SHE WAS NEVER INTO YOU! WHENEVER YOU'RE HOME SHE DREADS COMING IN THE HOUSE! MY ONLY FUCKING FRIEND AND SHE DOESNT WANT TO BE AROUND ME WHEN YOU'RE AROUND, WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN TO YOU!?" Y/N screamed. But she didn't expect what happened next, she felt a hand connect to her right cheek. She stumbled back, astonished that her brother had just slapped her across the face, but it didn't stop him.

As soon as Y/N started to get up, he shoved her back down. "YOU SMOTHER HER. YOU KNEW HOW I FELT. YOU'VE KNOWN SINCE DAY ONE. I DIDN'T ASK MUCH. AND NOW YOU'VE LET HER JUST GO OFF A GUY TWICE? THREE TIMES HER AGE!!"

"AND YOU'RE TWICE HER AGE , ASSHAT!" She got up, pushing him in the chest, even though he didn't really budge.

"I told you to talk to her. She just needs to see sense."

"We know what we see ..  and neither of us like it."

He scoffed.

"Leave her alone. You understand me?"

"And if I don't?"

"You'll reap what you sow." She went to leave, but he grabbed her by her pony tail.

"Put the camera away before you lose everything." He let her go and stormed off.

She was silently crying, realizing no one was around.

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They went over to a barn.

Jessica was shaking.

"It's ok..." He tried to soothe her.

Jessica started to pace.

Nik sighed, grabbing her hand to stop her.

Jessica looked at him.

"Come here..."

Jessica did.

He pulled her close, giving her a deep and passionate kiss.

Jessica melted into him.

He didn't let up for a breath.

Jessica smiled as he picked her up into his arms.

"Mmm..." he hummed.

Jessica giggled. "We're outside you know."

"Mmm...I can change that."

Jessica nuzzled against his neck. "Don't we have afternoon responsibilities?"

"In like ... two hours..."

Jessica giggled as he carried her off.

They went off to his trailer.

Jessica was glad to be away from everything.

He closed and locked the door behind them.

Jessica giggled as Nik pulled her back to him.

"Now ... where was I?"

"Where were you?"

He chuckled.

Jessica smiled. Nik reached out to grab her. She giggled and stepped just out of his reach.

"Uh ..." he looked like a 5 year old who just had his ice cream stolen.

Jessica grinned. He tried again. Again she stepped back.

He kept doing it til she tripped, he easily caught her.

"Hi..." Jessica breathed.

"Howdy."

Jessica was scooped up.

He took her over to the recliner.

They settled down.

He held her close.

His lips quickly found hers.

He was gently rubbing her all over.

She felt him loosen her corset.

"Does it take long for you to get this back on?'

"Not if you can tie it." He was used to the ones on the Game of Thrones set.

"I'm OK with that..."

Jessica giggled, especially seeing him get frustrated on layer 4.

"How many layers did they put you in!?"

Jessica giggled. "Giving up already."

"Maybe once you're in regular clothes...God damn girl. "

Jessica smiled. "You had to deal with these on set." Knowing he delt with quick change dresses.

"They had two layers...not six.'

Jessica giggled and stood, and with three movements was down to just a white chemise. "That's better." Jessica breathed normally.

"Wow...more beautiful than I could've imagined. "

Jessica blushed, a strand of hair falling in front of her face.

He gently swiped it behind her ear.

Jessica leaned into his touch.

He smiled softly.

He lifted her into his arms.

He went back to his bedroom.

Jessica giggled as he tossed her on the bed.

He climbed on top of her.

Jessica took his face in her hands.

He grinned.

"So -" She didn't even get to finish the sentence.

His lips attacked hers.

Jessica melted into him.

He was grinding against her.

"Mmmm."

He grinned.

Jessica pulled him closer.

He accidently slipped in as he moved.

They both looked at each other.

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Jay was looking for Y/N.

She had gone and curled up in a corner of the food tent.

He went and settled next to her.

She ignored him.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" She whispered. No one had seen what happened between her and Jared.

"You're upset. I'm assuming Jared was an ass."

She shrugged, "he told me to put the camera away before I lose everything ... what's that even mean?"

"I don't know."

She sighed, "I gotta finish my final, Jay ..."

"I know. You will. Did you get good ones of Jess?"

She gave a small smile, "yeah, wanna see them?"

"Of course." He had a big smile.

She turned her camera on, going through the pictures.

"That one." He pointed to the one right before the kiss.

"Wanna see one better?" She asked, showing him where they kissed.

"Wow..." He breathed.

"Yeah. I know."

"If Jared saw this picture...."

"He saw the real thing..."

"So that's why he's pissed...."

She nodded.

"Great."

"Sorry..."

"Don't be. She deserves to be happy."

"Yeah...well, I, um, I should get going...I need some more pics for my final."

He sighed as he watched her go.

She was gone for the rest of the night.

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Jensen wasn't happy with Jared and Jared could tell.

"What's wrong with you?" Jared said, approaching him. "And where is Y/N?"

"Studying. You can't just let Jess be happy can you."

"Studying what?"

"Whatever she wants."

He scoffed. "Whatever."

"Jessica can be happy."

"With me..."

"She likes Nik. A lot."

"He is no good for her."

"How do you know that?"

"He is three times her age and still married. He is going to counseling with his wife."

"And you're twice her age." Jensen countered.

"Better than what she is currently hanging with ..."

"Jar."

"I'm serious. "

"As am I."

He was steaming out his ears.

"Jar. I know you've always expected Jessica to be with you. You got to actually make her like you."

"Isn't that what I've done the last five years!?"

"Not when all your conversations involve Y/N and what she's doing wrong. Have you even asked Jessica how she's been? You know her so well, what's her favorite color?"

"Purple. Duh."

"Teal." Jensen corrected.

He shrugged, "she must have changed it up on me."

"Favorite movie?"

"Fault in our stars. "

"Only when she's needs to cry."

He shrugged, "potatoe, potato."

"Dude."

"What?" Jared said, just then both their phones dinged, it was a video chat request from Y/N.

Just then Jessie's phone dinged, video chat request from Y/N.

Jensen accepted it.

Jessica sighed. She pulled away and sat up making sure she was descently covered and accepted.

Jared simply leaned over, sharing the screen with Jensen.

Y/N's screen was black, she had been obviously crying. She smiled, seeing all their faces, "hey guys..." the black picture said. "Um, I know you're all probably busy ... but I just wanted to call and say I love you guys ... I'm not on set ... " she sniffled. "You can't find me by GPS, I disabled it, so don't even try. I'm just ... I know I'm not worth the hassle and disappointment I keep causing." There was the sound of movement, as if she was climbing over something.

"Y/N what are you talking about??"

"Jared told me ... if I didn't lose the camera that I would lose everything ... well, he is getting his wish ... so is my entire family." Y/N stifled a cry.

Jensen sighed, "Y/N. . .baby girl, you listen to me, okay? You're important to us. You take AMAZING pictures ... you can't let your family win ... don't let them take your light ..."

"My entire life, Jay, has been overshadowed by all four of my siblings ... I wasn't supposed to happen . There's a ten year difference between me and the next oldest ... I wasn't supposed to happen ... "

"Y/N..." Jared sighed. "Look. I wasn't really going to do anything. Come back to set. Please."

"Why? So you can harass me even more? And with me gone Jess doesn't have to be around you any more so she is free of my diseased family as well..." the wind was starting to pick up, making her phone unstable in her hand.

"Y/N you know how they are." Jared sighed.

"They? Not including you?" She scoffed, "You'll never change, will you?"

"What do you want to do? You've already decided to leave." Jared didn't sound angry, just sad.

"To leave set ... "

"Where are you going."

She turned her camera on, she was on a bridge, showing them the water and rocks below her.

Jensen sighed. "I'm coming to get you."

Just then the phone was dropped, it hit the water and the call was disconnected. Beth took a deep breath and leapt off after it.

Jensen was up running back to get a hold of the police.

Jared was pacing and calling himself stupid.

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Jessica had been quiet, shaking with rage.

"What's wrong?" Nik asked. He had stepped out to give her privacy.

"I'm killing him." Jessica was up pulled layers on quickly.

"Who, Jess?"

Jessica didn't answer, she started to lace the corset up herself.

Nik simply ran over and helped her.

Jessica kept muttering he's" dead" over and over until Nik couldn't take it.

"WHO!?!?!?" He spun her around so she was facing him, "I'll help you, but I need the details!"

Jessica dropped to her knees, burying her face in her hands and sobbed.

"Jess...what the hell was that call about, baby?"

Jessica felt him scoop her up. She was sat on the bed. She told him about the call.

He sighed, "I'm so sorry sweetheart. Shall we go kill Jared then go see her at the hospital?"

Jessica nodded, falling into Nik's side.

He picked her up and carried her out.

Jessica curled into him.

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Y/N laid unconscious on the rocks, she had hit her head hard and had several broken bones and ribs.

It had taken awhile but they had managed to find her and get her lifelined.

She had gotten all the bones placed and casted and had wires and tubes here there and everywhere. Jensen was updated after three hours that she was stable and in a medically induced coma as there was bleeding on the brain they couldn't currently operate on.

Jensen was pacing and panicking.

Jared watched him, "well? What did the doctor say?"

"JUST LEAVE!"

Jared flinched, "but ... Jay ... she's my sister!" He tried to reason.

"No. Before I do something worse. Just go."

Jared sighed, but walked out the door.

Jensen went into her room.

Had it not been for the heart monitor showing she was alive, you'd think it was her funeral.

Jensen cradled his head in his hands.

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Nik and Jess easily found Jared out in the parking lot.

Jared and Jessica locked eyes. Jessica thought about causing a scene but simply went to walk in. Until Jared came and caught her hand.

"I'm truly sorry ... I never thought she would try something like this ..."

"I don't want to hear it."

"Jess ... Jay won't let me see her ..."

"Good."

He sighed, "I'm sorry ... "

"You should be." She went to let his hand go. He clung tighter.

Nik reached over, easily separating their hands and replacing Jared's with his, leading Jess into the hospital and leaving Jared alone, where for once, he realized, he truly messed up.

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[jrueships]

aquarius. be honest, i’m not too worried 😈

I FUCKING HATE AQUARIUS, i can say this cus im moon aquarius and those fucks caused me half my pain and embarrassment. It's all me of course but still i hate them. Aquarius, i feel like lowkey bad for tho cus they were probably the kids who had some of the most embarrassing stages ever. Idk why, maybe cus they're so 'weird' and aquarius love being 'different',, which CAN lead to them being super cool but omg as a kid that 'im not LIKE other xx' mentality can be SO embarrassing like. Someone just needs to tell some aquariuses that being different isn't all that. Like I know it's their personality but STILL there's like a TIME and a PLACE. i just know for me personally.. wanting to be different while the leo wanted to be special was a..... combination. As a kid. I was other kids' worst nightmares and im not proud 😭 i made friends with all the people i did dirty later n apologized but if they still secretly hate me , i DO NOT blame them. Some probably made a movie where i inspired the bully character bro i was bad

So yea i lowkey hate aquarius mainly cus i just hate myself but hate taking the blame so i push it on other things i think are responsible. So I don't REALLY hate aquarius, it's just easy for me to get in that mindset. I actually love aquarius and have a lot of aquarius friends. Having aquarius friends is the best thing ever to have with an aquarius. They will be the most unique friends ever, every experience you have with them is fun. When an aquarius is comfortable with you? Yessir! You know you got it good! They seem sweet at the beginning but you get to know em n it's hilarious. They ALWAYS got somethin interesting! Always saying curveballs. Worst thing for an aquarius to do is get stuck in the quirky mindset tho. Cus yeah they ARE different n i appreciate that a LOT! they are a breath of fresh air from humans! They are little aliens n i love them! But my god can they be annoying with being a little alien. Like you wanna CELEBRATE their differences, but an aquarius who gets STUCK in it can be utterly insufferable and turn all their unique traits sour to a person. Like bro we GET IT you're not LIKE other anime fans because you READ THE MANGA omg bro my mind? Blown. they CAN get annoying like that, but when they're not, they're the best. When they ARE tho... they can be the WORST

N IM NOT SAYIN THIS TO FORCE EM INTO 'CONVERSION' OR WHATEVER, an aquarius HATES that. Just be careful with getting a big head! Everyone should be! No one likes a braggart! Especially a MENTAL one, which an aquarius CAN be because they're so smart and independent ! Very mental! Mental superiority can be super hard to recognize n fix! N combat!!

LIKE an aquarius can think super mean things as long as they don't SAY em. You can tell they're thinkin things n they can be petty in action, but as long as it's kept low its FINE. But an aquarius who LOVES being 'different' will say or do some of the meanest shit ever because they're just 'different' like that. That's 'who they are' or whatever. BUT DON'T ! LIKE! DON'T! you'll REGRET it. Just flourish with your different talents, utilize them instead of bragging about them! THEN you'll have something to actually TALK about without coming across as an asshole! Just my advice idk tho, it's helping me but it might not always apply to others so take what you will!

Just sayin tho, i was camping with an aquarius friend n we got attacked by GEESE! like a BUNCH of GEESE. AND I RUSHED HIM INTO THE TENT N CLOSED THE ZIPPER. THE GEESE RAN TO THE TENT AND STARTED LIKE!!! gOOSE NIPPING AT THE TENT COVER! IT WAS TERRIFYING! YOU COULD SEE THEIR BEAK SHADOWS AS THEY BIT THE TENT! THERE WERE SO MANY! n idk i just started swinging on them through the inside of the tent 😭 LIKE ANYTIME I SAW A BEAK SHADOW, I PUNCHED. I JUST STARTED PUNCHING THEM. and my AQUARIUS friend was just SITTING THERE arms CROSSED goin '😡 this is animal cruelty, ted.' lIKE BITCH I FUCKIN KNOW???? THATS WHY IM DOING IT. IM BEING CRUEL TO THEM TO MAKE THEM STOP.' LIKE WE DONT NEED TO BE DISCUSSIN STEVE IRWIN RN WHEN I AM TRYING TO SAVE OUR FUCKIN LIVES !!!!!!

but yeah he's great tho, we're still friends. I laugh abt that story all the time with him. I hit a goose with a water can. And I DO feel bad for animal crueltilizing those GEESE but! GEESE DONT PLAY!!!! SO I HAD TO NOT PLAY! IT WAS AN ACT OF SURVIVAL! I DIDNT JUST RANDOMLY WALK UP TO A GOOSE CHILLIN N PUNCHED IT !!!!! I WOULD NEVER ‼️‼️ I LOVE GEESE!!! BABY GEESE! i probably punched a few mothers n i apologize but ! We keep it pushing 😎

BUT YEAH THEY CAN BE SUPER GREAT OR SUPER 'bruh.' It's similar to a lot of people, they have they ups n downs! Don't get too caught up in it! An aquarius tho, they'll LISTEN. That's a REALLY good quality. N some people will SAY they're great listeners, but an aquarius will actually MEAN it. They're GREAT listeners! They don't ALWAYS remember things, but they'll have an idea of what you've said to them n they'll bring it up to you cus they know you care about it!!! Theyre caring like that! They like to hear people talk about what THEY like! GENUINELY!! it's super nice

[kegareki]

I was just reading some of your Satsu!Verse stuff and I know it probably doesn't fit with your lineages, but I think it would be funny/sad if the less-policitally-savvy-than-his-wife Fugaku got Kotoamatsukami and less-likely-to-get-the-opportunity-to-physically-destroy-someone Mikoto got Tsukuyomi. Maybe Fugaku couldn't convince his brother to listen or something, and he died in the third war as a result, so he gets Kotoamatsukami but doesn't know how to use it effectively post-war?

1) thank you very much for your interest in my au <3

2) you actually. have half of this correct but it's not the part about fugaku

(rest under a cut because i'm going to talk abt the kotoamatsukami lineage, my tentative plans for fugaku's lineage [after like. i don't even wanna think abt how long it's taken me], and mikoto's mangekyo sharingan

i apologise in advance if any of this is incoherent)

re: kotoamatsukami lineage - because this is shisui's lineage, i already have it sorta mapped out -

satsuki's maternal great-grandmother had been one of the kotoamatsukami lineage head's daughters; kagami would've been her nephew, i think? and the lineage would have followed down his part of the family

in satsuverse, since the focus is mainly on the uchiha clan as a family, i gave shisui an older sister, who would've nominally been the lineage head until shisui awakened his mangekyo sharingan and became the lineage head instead

(the head of a lineage is essentially the person who last awakened a particular manifestation of the mangekyo sharingan; the 'main lineage' then follows that person's family/designated heir's line until the next mangekyo manifestation, at which point that person's family/designated heir's line becomes the main lineage

so if i had the connection as part of satsuki's paternal family instead, via fugaku, fugaku would be the kotoamatsukami lineage head since he awakened his mangekyo sharingan first, and. 😔 i like shisui as the lineage head. it follows his and itachi's 'kids who are handed more responsibility and duties than any kid should ever be made to take on and who are slowly being crushed by everything they're being made to carry' thing)

re: fugaku's lineage (tentatively) - i THINK that i'm gonna go with yomotsushikome lineage, which awakens with the desire to pursue. it's sorta fitting for his position as chief of kmpf (esp a chief who actually does try his best to solve cases and ensure that justice is served) and also Implies Things about what happens immediately post-mangekyo awakening

like i could come up with a lineage myself but. coughs. am i going to use my brainpower on coming up with a lineage for fugaku that none of his kids will even inherit. GNKFDLJDSKDSKL I ALREADY TOOK SO LONG JUST ASSIGNING ONE OF UMEI NO MAI'S UCHIHA LINEAGES TO HIM GJKDSKLFKL

re: mikoto manifesting tsukuyomi - Okay For Real Though imagine. imagine.

in satsuverse, mikoto is the oldest daughter of a man who is both the outguard head (so the uchiha clan head to outsiders) and the head of the amaterasu lineage. her younger sister doesn't want to be the head, doesn't want to be in charge, doesn't have the ambition or the vision or the will.

mikoto does, though. mikoto is conscious of her responsibilities, of what they demand of her. she accepts this. she hones herself in accordance with this.

everything that she is is controlled, from her perfect poise to her poisons and genjutsu.

kushina is the one spot of chaos in mikoto's life and the one thing that mikoto loves that isn't connected in some way to her clan. it's not a choice; it's not a decision; it's something that she plunges into feet-first and never comes out of, never even thinks of clawing free. kushina is mikoto's best friend and her Person, someone that she loves more than life itself, someone that she would do anything to keep safe.

and on the day that kushina gives birth to the child that she had been so excited to have - the child only a few months younger than mikoto's own youngest -

mikoto is physically safe, with her five-year-old son and her three-month-old twins, evacuated with the civilians and the other retired or otherwise out-of-commission shinobi, and kushina is dead.

kushina is dead, and mikoto had done nothing to help her.

kushina is dead, and so is her husband, and mikoto can't even take care of her best friend/Person's orphaned son.

the thing about the amaterasu lineage is that they either awaken amaterasu, from the fear of harm, or tsukuyomi, from the desire to harm.

ever since i saw this one fanart of mikoto as the one to propose the coup, full of righteous anger and grief, i'm like. i can't see her as anything other than angry.

i think that she and itachi are very similar - presenting a certain way because that's what other people want/expect from them; concealing their true emotions under a calm/unaffected veneer; bearing heavy responsibility; having one friend that embodies chaos and pulls them into their orbit; their fav kid (even though they're not supposed to have favourites) is sasuke, who's sweet and open and so different from them and what shinobi are expected to be - and their shared mangekyo sharingan manifestation just Makes Sense

also makes sense because i already had her as having worked in intelligence before having itachi - possibly T&I - and specialising in poison and genjutsu that are more... gruesome/lethal? part of her power comes from people being scared as fuck of her KGKLSDKFDSJ so tsukuyomi Makes Sense since it's the more sadistic manifestation

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Enduring Ties - Chapter 5 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

This military camp was far larger than the old one and full of a fresh set of leering faces and suggestive comments aimed in Cailan's direction.

They didn't bother Cailan terribly much anymore.

He knew he was safe with his master at his side and there was nothing new in the things they said.

It infuriated Liam, however.

He knew better than to challenge anyone in a brand new place where he knew so few people but by the time the four of them made it to their new tent his teeth were clenched and he was squeezing Cailan's hand hard enough that it hurt.

Liam took a deep breath in, let it out, then looked down at their joined hands and released his grip.

"Sorry, love. Did I hurt you?"

Cailan shook his head and stroked the back of Liam's hand.

"I'm sorry they upset you."

"You're sorry? No, I'm sorry those filthy animals talk to you like you're a common whore. They have no class. They don't understand what you are or how you should be treated."

"Don't think they really care," Tris commented as he tossed his bags down on the floor of the tent.

"I don't either, actually but I'm pretty polite to whores too."

Liam let out a long sigh.

"You know, sometimes I hate it here but then I think back to how my family treated him, how my school friends did when I let them near him and I realise the only difference is that the language they used was less crude. They were no kinder to him."

"Yeah, I mean, that is kind of the thing with being a slave, right? Doesn't get you a whole lot of respect."

"Can you not have power over someone without being cruel to them?"

"I guess but if what you want and what someone else wants are the same thing or if they're not but you're not gonna do anything about it, what do you need power over them for? Power's for making people do what you want instead of what they want, right?"

"I suppose you could describe it that way but it doesn't have to be an awful thing. We're all part of power structures, whether in our work or in our personal relationships. They can be caring and mutually beneficial."

"Listen, I'm not trying to make any statement on your personal relationship with your slave. I don't know anything about any of that. All I'm saying is once you scale it up to the whole thing, to the institution of slavery, things are gonna get ugly because the whole point is not giving them a choice in things because if you did they wouldn't wanna be your property."

"I do," Cailan said.

He didn't normally intrude on Liam's conversations but Liam was starting to look upset.

"I want Liam to be my master. I want to serve him."

"Huh, okay," Tris said. "I'm glad you're doing what you want to be doing."

Liam's eyebrows lifted.

"What, no lecture about how he's been brainwashed into it?"

"I mean that seems like a thing that could be true but I don't know shit about shit so what am I actually gonna say? And what would the point be? He's still gonna be a slave. If he's happy, well... good. I'm glad."

"Well, I appreciate..." Liam started to say but he was interrupted by the sound of someone smacking the side of the tent near the flap.

That was the equivalent of knocking on a door in these places.

Without waiting for a response, a man with curly dark brown hair stuck his head through the flap.

"Ah. You're here. Hello."

"Hamish," Tris said as the man entered the tent.

"Liam, this is Hamish, the man who made this all possible."

"Oh, Hamish," Liam said. "It's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you."

"People do tend to have a lot to say about me."

Hamish's attention narrowed in on Cailan and his head tilted ever so slightly to the side.

"Wow, you do look like you were expensive. Is your hair real gold?"

"No, sir, just hair," Cailan murmured.

Liam's wrapped his arm around Cailan's waist.

"I can give you a few strands from his brush if you're curious but I do ask that nobody but myself touches him. I hope that was communicated clearly and that we have an understanding."

"Relax. About the only thing that turns me off is timidity. And women, I suppose."

Hamish thought for a moment.

"No, actually, women are fine, they just don't turn me on. An important distinction under the right circumstances."

"Well, I... yes," Liam said. "What about everyone else? I'm told it should be safe to leave Cailan alone in the tent here."

"He'll be fine," Hamish assured him. "We have a bit of a community here and as a community we have a bit of a reputation. Of having sex with one another. That's our reputation. Which is an issue because it's technically illegal, and more importantly icky, at least in some people's eyes. Anyway, the point is that none of us would be all that safe alone but we have our tents together here and we keep an eye on one another and nobody bothers us all that much."

"Thank you, I appreciate it," Liam said. "There was a tent where slaves could be left during the day at our old camp but I really dislike leaving Cailan with other slaves."

"Why? Isn't it good for him to be able to make slave friends?"

"See, I thought so too but they're mostly poorly trained children who are treated quite cruelly by their masters. It's not a healthy environment for him. It was a situation there that prompted me to make this move, in fact. A man came into the tent while Cailan was there,and while he only touched his own slave he did it in front of the others. In front of Cailan. I don't want Cailan exposed to that sort of thing."

"That's fair," Hamish said. "I wouldn't like to see that either."

Cailan bit down on the inside of his cheek to suppress a frown.

Liam had been upset about that situation when Cailan had told him about it but he hadn't brought it up since.

Certainly not in relation to this move.

He had been excited for the promotion and had talked about getting to see Cailan more but nothing else.

Liam pressed a kiss on the side of Cailan's forehead and murmured...

"I know."

"Hmm?" Hamish asked.

"Oh, I didn't tell him that was what motivated all of this," Liam explained. "It makes him feel guilty when I prioritise his needs but on balance I think it's more important that he understands that I will."

Cailan ducked his head.

He hadn't told Liam about that incident expecting him to do anything about it or even with the intention of seeking sympathy.

It had simply been something Cailan thought Liam ought to be aware of.

In retrospect, he wasn't at all surprised that Liam hadn't forgotten about it as quickly as he had pretended.

As upside down as it seemed, Liam did prioritise Cailan's needs.

"Well, seems like everything is fine hare," Hamish said. "Welcome to the camp, hope you enjoy your time here, stay away from Simon he hates you on principle and if you need anything don't hesitate to come and see me."

"Uh..." Liam started to say but Hamish had already left. "Well, he's... interesting."

"You'll like him once you get to know him," Tris said. "Everyone likes Hamish."

"Oh, no, I think I already like him but he is strange."

"And he was looking at the two of you like he'd never seen anything like you before, so what does that make you?"

"Sometimes when things are mostly not very good, being strange is necessary," Liam said.

"Come on, Cailan. Let's see if we can find something to put those flowers of yours in before they wilt any more."