#the real question is will I ever post it?

[kenntolog]

𝝑𝝔 an: not me posting this after saying that i was unmotivated to write— i still feel that way but i feel so sad for satoru that i just had to do something with it yk? very very angsty something.

“remember when we were young?”

you let out a scoff, shaking your head slowly, “we’re still young.”

“…”

“do you… do you not feel young?” you look at satoru with a confused look, eyes scanning over his soft yet somber expression. his gaze is directed forward, watching his beloved students rest on the grass, some laying down while the others sat peacefully.

sighing a little, satoru then looks down, “do you?”

you open your mouth, determined to answer his question, but find yourself quickly shutting it, the absence of any thoughts and arguments in your mind to support your upcoming statement making you even more confused.

his hand suddenly lands on top of your head, eyes staring you down knowingly, “exactly.”

“well, i certainly don’t feel that old, but i don’t feel young either.” you say after spending some time trying to formulate a coherent sentence. satoru hums in response, gently nudging you to sit down on the bench behind you both.

his legs sprawls before him, unable to properly and comfortably bend, which makes a little smile tug on your lips momentarily before it dissolves into a pondering frown.

“i don’t think i’ve ever felt young, y’know?” you look at your feet, your training weapon resting by their side, and feel satoru’s hand on your head once again, softly guiding it to rest on his shoulder. the barely audible clicking of his glasses tells you that he took them off, an action very typical for when he is giving you his full attention.

his quiet hum urges you to continue, “with the clan always preparing for the worst and all, i just never felt at ease. they never let me, which is kinda sad.”

he sighs sorrowfully in response to your statement, uncharacteristically quiet yet somehow so familiar and warm. maybe it’s his big palm on your shoulder, the comforting smell of his cologne and the feeling of his lips on your hairline, you can’t exactly tell. it feels right, though, so you try not to think about it too much.

you both watch yuuji laughing at something, so hard he’s holding his belly while nobara glares at him from above angrily and megumi just looks back and forth between them with the smallest of smiles.

“what about you, satoru?”

another heavy exhale escapes him, “i sure have.”

but it was taken away from me.

the ending, it’s silent and you don’t expect him to say those words out loud. you nuzzle your face into the soft fabric of his uniform jacket, brows pinching, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you try to contain the sudden wave of emotions passing through you.

satoru certainly feels that, his hand rubbing up and down your arm comfortingly as looks down at you, longing gaze searching for yours.

“aw, got you all emotional, didn’t i, eh?” he smiles down at you softly, his free hand tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. the real reason why you’re crying isn’t far from what he said, just the forced playfulness of his tone is making everything a little worse because he forces it for you, to make you feel better. “oh my sweetheart~”

“sorry— i just—”

“you don’t have to say anything. i get it.”

the sadness washes over you once again at his declaration and you swallow down yet another sob.

[meanbossart]

How does post-tadpole DU drow feel about his past self? Does he even see himself as the same guy, or is it more "that was another person"? I love how all of us get to interpret how the amnesia affects Durge's sense of identity and I'm curious how the drow in the present feels about this past version of him once he has full context. Does he fear accountability for what the Old Him did or does it not really cross his mind? How do his friends deal with the revelation that Gortash drops on them at the coronation (re: you used to be Bhaal's Chosen).

This is a great question!

He definitely divorces himself entirely from the person he used to be, and you could say he's right to do so. The man DU drow was between becoming Bhaal's chosen and being betrayed was a very specific, tailored persona - He was boisterous, he was loud, he was talkative, he concerned himself with how his hair looked, how his clothes fit and how they were made, he liked to be noticed for his achievements and he was a proud and self-titled extension of Bhaal's body who denied himself individuality to the point of abstaining from ever being named.

If Gortash, or anyone else, happened to disclose even a third of this and his prior life to him, DU drow must have scoffed in their face and understandably come to the conclusion that it weren't only his memories that had been wiped - his whole personality had.

He doesn't care about vanity! Except for his body and build, but that's because he needs to stay in shape to survive out there, of course. He's not loud or demanding - well, except when he has to be to get what he wants. And of course, he's his own man now - whoever that man might be - with a stubbornly strong sense of individuality and bound only to his own whims - which just so happen to be to fulfill Astarion's every desire (or what he assumes his desires to be).

Then there's the teenager who arrived at the temple. Quiet, distrusting, borderline feral with a desperate need for comfort and companionship that he had no understanding of. The kind of person that he would have later laughed at as the Chosen for being primitive and clueless.

It's honestly very funny how he has grown to be a perfect mixture of those two individuals and has fooled himself into thinking he is a brand new being instead. He thinks he is not to be accounted for for any of his previous actions or life choices - not even in a "I didn't know any better" type of way; literally it's as if they weren't his doing at all. He sleeps great at night, besides the nightmares.

As far for how the others reacted, I think Shadowheart feels surprisingly similar about it. Whoever he once was, he isn't anymore - and he has kept whatever this thing is under control enough not to gut them, night after night, so clearly he is trying to fight it. Having no memories of the past herself helps, as well as having disavowed her own previous identity - not only in sympathizing with him but also in the sense that she doesn't recall whatever havoc the bhaalists spread across the Sword Coast prior.

Astarion feels like Astarion feels. His reactions as a romanced companion felt very sufficient and fleshed out to me. He's known something has been wrong from the start, he has nearly fallen victim to it himself and watched DU drow trash and struggle with it while gagged and bound. Things simply fell into place after the revelation and while it was more than he had bargained for, he had gotten into the water with both feet at that point. He probably proceeded to go home and weight his options ("PROS AND CONS OF DATING A MURDER PRINCE - PRO: FAMILY RICHES AND POLITICAL INFLUENCE? - CON: MIGHT MURDER ME REAL BAD) but he would have stuck to DU drow's side whatever he chose to do and made the best out of it.

And of course, he understands what it is like to do bad things against your will. He also understands that that doesn't really apply to DU drow.

Gale! Ohhh Gale. I think given the experience Gale had had thus far (being antagonized, mocked, made to beg for donations that would keep him from exploding like an egg in a microwave, having his heart lightly broken for a second time) he was in self preservation mode - express the due shock, then say it's fine, and that he'll get through it (you do not believe he will) play along until you can get the crown and then whatever happens, it simply won't matter anymore to you.

[hacked-by-jake]

I'm especially sad about the AI art statement.

No one ever said they can't use AI in general. Nobody said this. As long as they don't let the chats be written by AI they can use it for whatever they want.

Me personally, I'm a little fan of AI in general. ChatGPT took Googles place in many situations for me. It's super easy, super interesting and faster. I use it instead of reading millions of Google sites. (of course I don't trust everything right away, check your sources, lovelies)

But that's not what I want to say.

I saw no one complaining about the usage of AI in general. As long as its not creating the whole game and especially not what the characters say etc.

The critism was about the usage of AI ART, not AI in general, completely missing the point in my eyes.

And yes, they're right. AI became a huge part of our lives now. We find it everywhere and we won't get rid of it again. That won't happen. For me, it's okay as long as it's not used to generate money by letting it write texts and stuff.

And I'm completely fine with them using it. Of course, it's still stealing and I won't deny that, but as I said, we won't get rid of it again.

But the usage of AI generated Art is wrong and should actually be illegal. They, as a small developer studio, they should know and they do know, how it is when your work gets stolen and used by strangers.

And that's exactly what AI does. And that's not okay. It simply isn't. Every generated art is based on hundreds of real arts our there. The smallest artist who posts their work will be a victim of that. Because AI pulls it's knowledge and the ability for art out of every little art source there is. And that's wrong.

And I'm disappointed about their statement with this point.

And the second statement about AI art...

Yes, it's wonderful that you will introduce new actors to us. Great, amazing. And yes, we do remember how it was in Duskwood. And we do remember that actors were introduced after some time. Hannah joined in the last episode, and this was great.

But the huge difference is, you used stock photos. Real photography. Real designs. Created by photographers or whoever. The point here is: Real human. And real work.

I don’t think I'm the only one. But the first second I saw the profile picture of Ash, immediately I was like "Hm, that reminds me straight up of arcane"

Which is logical when you use AI generated art because the AI of course uses at first the most popular references.

Fact is: We don't support the usage of AI Art in Moonvale.

Question is: Why didn't you use stock photos just like you did before?

Everbytes answer: Yes, okay, we can change their profile pictures. (Point done)

And I mean, come on. Violet has a freaking cat as profile picture. Where was the problem with just using a real cat for that? Nothing easier than finding a good picture of cats! 😭

And if you didn't want to use stock photos. Have you seen how many incredibly talented digital artists your fandom has? Have you seen the insanely good work they created for your game?

How about contacting a few of them? How about asking them to draw the characters you wanted to have? I'm 100% sure you wouldn't even have to pay them for. Most of them would do it for free right away.

Plus: Real art created by real people

Plus two: No money spending.

Yeeey.

And if you don’t want that...., ✨STOCK PHOTOS✨

To be honest, they took a crumb of the criticism, twisted it a bit. Used the word AI, twisted a bit more, left their statement and at the end they gave us a small little victory by saying "They get new profile picture, see we're listening to you". They gave us a little "victory" so that we hopefully will be satisfied and not mention it again.

That's it for this topic. For now

[adambja]

✴️THE SUBCONSCIOUS MIND✴️

The Guide - the only post you will ever need to understand how your subconscious mind works!

1. Time isn't real

Let me break it to you! Time isn't real at all cuz think about it all these hours and numbers are made by humans!

But how?!

They just track how the earth moves around the sun and that's all

Yes without time there will be morning and night and still these hours aren't real

As in whole THE UNIVERSE!! TIME DOESN'T EXIST IF YOU AREN'T ON THE EARTH!

which GETS US TO THAT ONE POINT

SUBCONSCIOUS MIND REPROGRAMMING DOESN'T TAKE 21 DAYS OR ANY TIME

Subconscious mind reprogramming is instant

That's why I always add it to my tapes as benefits and that's why I made the benefits! cuz it bypasses the conscious mind and it makes it easier for your subconscious to make it reality!

So basically it all comes down to what you assume!!

2. Languages

I got that question a lot about what if I can't speak English, will the affirmations work?

Yes ofc they will

whatever it's affirmations only or my tapes

Even if you make your own tapes it will work!!

3. Thoughts

Is it really "it is what it is"?

Yes, it is what it is

For ex.

if you think you already got 50k US DOLLARS you already have it it's that simple (like that success story a girl experienced with one of my free tapes she manifested 50k US DOLLARS! - also this one success story - The tape is on YouTube btw)

Again it all comes down to what you assume!

4. Assuming

Assuming hmmm... Do you know that all your thoughts are assumptions?

But there are two things about these thoughts!

Did you assume that they are real and true?

Do you assume that whatever you want is already achieved?

Do you assume that you are always right?

Or did you assume that it can't happen cuz you think you are lying!

Just be honest with yourself

Get a piece of paper and write everything you think about down ABOUT A SPECIFIC MANIFESTATION YOU GOT ON YOUR MIND!

And if you think you are lying why? Ask yourself! Make all that noise go away and clear it for yourself! You deserve better

Now this gets us to another point which is your manifesting self-concept and your self-concept they are very important for ur existence like they are the core of your life! So a little advice work on them then do whatever you want!

Cuz it changes the way you think and what you assume

So like a person with a bad or mid self-concept they will always assume the worst for themselves

Another person with a good self-concept they will be aware of who they are and what they are capable of!

5. Thoughts, Feelings and beliefs!

Again and again

How you feel is created by thought

Subconscious programming → beliefs → feelings → thoughts

So if you keep saying "oh I am sad" multiple times you will be sad it's just that simple

Use it for your own good!

And imagine what... Right now

Your beliefs will reflect in your reality after one thought instantly after reading this post so be careful cuz i already manifested this while typing this!

And listen to in control tape by me on YouTube!

Basically you can always create beliefs instantly cuz you believe that time isn't real... Did you know what we are doing here? Just assuming the best for us but you still have to be constant to get used to it and make it a part of your programming like everyday

Someone like me I enter the void every time I nap and sleep I got used to it and I don't even feel tired anymore when I wake up there and I don't use it that much anymore!

I literally enjoy how easy it is in life to do whatever I want and experience whatever I want!

6. Simple assumptions to have a good relationship with your subconscious mind

I will give you 10 affirmations from my paid subconscious mind tape at the end (I know it won't be the same as the tape itself because of the benefits but still it might help you guys!)

Do you know that your subconscious mind is here for you like a parent it's like your personal assistant - it has everything about you, your memories and it controls ur whole life it accepts every single thought you think about unless you say it it's not something you accept so it gets in your subconscious mind like "oh I don't accept this"

Even the negative statements your subconscious mind knows it negative!! Same thing with the positive statements

Like for ex.

I am not a bad person - negative statement

Your subconscious mind acknowledges it!

Your subconscious mind won't take it in like "I am a bad person" without the "not"

Even the same thing with

I am a good person - positive statement

Your subconscious mind acknowledges it TOO

The subconscious mind ACCEPTS THE NEGATIVE STATEMENTS TOO!

IT IS simply WHAT IT IS!!

It's not the opposite at all as some weird bloggers said! Or even that book about the subconscious mind it's called "the power of the subconscious mind by Joseph Murphy" it's full of bs and limiting beliefs - I genuinely hate it

I literally saw a coach in Saudi Arabia on X (PREVIOUSLY Twitter) selling a whole course for almost 30k USD and sharing all the limiting beliefs in that book and that was months ago!

I mean at least IF YOU ARE MAKING PEOPLE PAY FOR SOMETHING PROVIDE THEM WITH THE BEST THINGS AND INFORMATION

I hated how some people let some crazy stuff like that get to them without doing their own research or just creating their own rules!!

Be a little independent please for your own good

Your subconscious mind can be programmed instantly YOU DON'T NEED ANY TIME all you need to realize and understand is that yes "I always reprogram my subconscious mind instantly" and YOU JUST NEED comfort and just repeating the affs - this is a way

Another way to do it - make your own tapes and it's just repetition

Another way to do it - simply be it be whatever you want to be! Like it's already you!

One last way to do it - my free tapes + paid tapes they are very effective they work from the first listen because they have benefits again what actually made my tapes get that much success stories is the benefits

I am gonna upload 2 new free tapes they are small but very effective! Everyone here will like them!!

🎀10 Affirmations for your subconscious mind🎀

from my paid subconscious mind tape

Affirmations:

Me and my subconscious mind are one.

My subconscious mind already accepts everything I say as true.

My subconscious mind already accepts everything think about as true.

My subconscious mind is already my best friend forever.

My subconscious mind always helps me with everything.

My subconscious mind always loves me.

My subconscious mind always helps me reach my highest potential in this lifetime!

My subconscious mind already believes what I want it to believe easily effortlessly quickly and instantly.

My subconscious mind always manifests everything I want easily effortlessly and instantly.

I have a perfect relationship with my subconscious mind.

Thank you guys for all the support and love and I hope this post helped you!

If you have any questions you can always send an ask I will be happy to answer them whenever I am free! Also you can dm me if you want a paid tape or a custom tape!

One last thing these tapes are with benefits they aren't like any other tapes that are available everywhere these days! 🎀

Enjoy!💗

[human-who-lives]

I feel like the Batfam are all only allowed 1 social media account for their hero identity (a rule bruce made as compromise for his kids wanting social media)

None of the bats are allowed a TikTok except babs who has an account called Gotham_Bats. Where all she does is post clips of the comms with scrolling text. Everyone is assigned a colour and modulated voice. She only posts vidios under a minute long so if she has a clip that’s longer she will post it in parts, exept she has a strict post schedule of one post a day at 4pm sharp. Everyone stopped begging for a second part bc they know it will be posted the next day.

Steph has an Instagram that Bruce made her promise to get peer reviewed before she posted anything on her story, reels, or regular posting. Not because he doesn’t trust her but absolutely bc he doesn’t trust her. She only ever gets Tim to peer review it bc she knows he will find something incriminating in the photo and she knows to edit that shit out.

Jason has a linkedin just because he thought it would be funny if he did that. He doesn’t regret his decision at all because he made it the most cursed profile ever.

Tim has a tumblr but you have to find who the real red robin is. And he doesn’t make it easy but once you know you know. (Tim gives me went to dashcon vibes Ngl)

Bruce and cass don’t have social media as their hero counterparts. Cass doesn’t have any social media full stop. And Bruce has it bc he was bullied into it.

Duke has a twitter (x whatever it’s called these days) bc he’s a daylight vigilanti people expected him to have the Insta. But no he has twitter. He answers the questions people have bc no one can find Tim’s tumblr to ask him and no one else looks at their comments.

Damian has a Facebook he has never posted to once and isn’t planning on it, everyone assumes it’s some fan account. But Damian gets bored and so he has a total of one post that says “yes I am me” with no other context. He only chose Facebook because he didn’t want to waste his one social media on something the others already had even if he never uses Facebook.

Dick has a Snapchat who like Steph isn’t allowed to post without getting peer reviewed. He always gets the closest person to him to review it esp bc they are usually in the story’s he posts. He doesn’t use the chat feature only the story feature.

The bats know they didn’t all have to choose a different social media but they find it extremely funny that they did bc if someone wants to follow and keep up with all their social medias they are gonna have to work for it. It’s also really funny the people who are searching for everyone’s social medias bc not all of them have them. And if they do they don’t look real (bc that’s the point)

[screamingfrenchfries]

i think the main thing about any questions related to Post season 15, is that we aren't going to get any good, clear answers. if season 16 were EVER to become a real thing, they'd want to keep any possible details under wraps, yknow ?

[malenjoyer]

hey, rc, do you mind just posting this?

hi! for those who didnt see my retweet, my name's ruin/ruina. malenjoyer (the real one here) and i have been friends since 2019 thereabouts.

to jayce and people who continue to support him: there is no conspiracy or alt account. there is no "this is actually someone else posting and lying." i can pin point to several drawings of his that have come out of conversations or jokes with me; i can give you timeline stuff. i can give you all the damn proof you need to know jayce is lying. there have been instances of sharing batman media, like the rogues podcast, that came because of me and being gushy about scarecrow.

but i gotta piece to say and me saying it on my blog won't really make it to your ears so.

my friend rc is an amazing person. he really is.

he tries so hard to be a good person and he is. he is kind hearted and listens to people. he gives his friends everything he can and receives just as much love. he's an amazing friend; hes funny and intelligent as all get out. he is fun to be around and has the most insightful advice you can ask of anyone. he's passionate about his interests. he throws himself wholly into the things he loves and it is so beautiful to see. he truly genuinely is one of the most real people you will ever meet. and i am truly, truly blessed to have his friendship in my life.

and it makes me mad, jayce, that you have seen him as someone to use. that you have the audacity to take my friend's identity and pretend to be him. you cannot begin to comprehend the amazing kind of person rc actually is. just because an online figure has a very private life does not mean you have right to pretend to be him.

it's devastating to watch him hurt and try to figure out how to navigate being stalked and used; it infuriates me. and i gotta know: for what purpose? for clout?

hey, jayce and co, quick question:

who drew this? what characters are they?

no points for guessing! this is an unpublished malenjoyer commission/wip for me! *my* oc and her dad. that he made for me months ago.

in case youre curious! ^ theres what she looked like before i asked for revisions. while we were on call! i have no shame in posting my discord user but for HIS privacy, i will block his out. but know, its not you jayce.

because try as you might to convince people you're my friend, there is so much more proof that you're not him. rc wouldn't do this kinda shit.

do you know what integrity is, jayce? you should look it up and get some.

rc has a private life and to use his private life as a way to gain your own following/friends/whatever is awful. its cruel. its traumatising. its awful. you're a piece of shit. you're an absolute piece of shit and rc might be too nice to say fuck you but im not.

fuck you. leave him alone.

ily 😭😭😭 MY RIDE OR DIEE

[sparklecarehospital]

I know you’re not working on any askblog things but will the sparklecare askblog ever return?

i've thought about this a lot, semi-recently. sorry for long post, i had a lot to say

see, the issue with asksparklecare is the fact it's supposed to "go along with canon events" and a lot of the time, the arcs will just abruptly end or change with no real connection between them. haunted was sort of my first attempt at putting a "story" on there, then again with the kissmas comic from 2021.

when i started cometcare for example, i wanted to take the generic "ask blog" format and turn it into a coherent, cohesive connecting story that just had interactive elements to make it engaging with readers as opposed to just making people ask the characters questions aimlessly. the main ask blog never really had that entirely, it was just sort of the classic 2010s-style ask blog, this is apparent in basically every arc on there.

it's stumped me quite a bit because now that i have this very different style of ask blog storytelling, the original ask blog feels weird to go back to and i don't feel the same passion or connection with it that i once did. it's a little bit frustrating. i tried to do an arc about the side patients but as you guys saw, i never even did it because i felt so out of touch with that old format of ask blog posts and i couldn't bring myself to work on it at all.

cometcare and darkermatters both have Stories to them, and each arc has a plot that is moved on by readers- even if i already have it written out, there are little things people can influence through the asks and it's a good way for introducing new characters or expanding on characters who we've already met. several times cometcare will return to specific characters to relay information or new details or exposition or something that their initial introduction didn't have.

it's a much more fun process for me to write actual stories in my AU blogs, instead of just....making the characters talk. and another thing- going alongside the main comic has problems, because sometimes there's information i can only reveal in the comic itself, and it's hard to keep up with it in general.

i enjoyed doing the kissmas comic because i got to do a "story" even if it wasn't interactive. i had fun repeating the concept on cometcare last december with help of the crew.

i'm sort of at a loss of what to do with the main ask blog at this point. as much as i miss doing stuff like that for main comic, i just don't find it FUN to do it that way anymore, i've become too attached to the storytelling aspects of my other ask blogs and it just doesn't feel the same exciting experience of watching people react to events and such.

if anyone has suggestions about what i should do with the main ask blog to solve this problem i'm open to hearing them, it would be nice to have some ideas because i'm really not sure what i want to do with it.

there was a time i had the idea of doing a backstory ask blog as an alternate main canon interactive story that followed similar mechanics as cometcare and darkermatters, but idk if everyone would be interested in that. that would probably be a separate thing if i ever did it.

thoughts, opinions, suggestions and ideas are all welcome in the replies or my inbox, i would love to have your guys' input since im making content you all would be engaging with after all

[anyaharveyii]

"after Tim stops flinching every time Jason enters the room" bitch be fucking for real when has tim EVER flinched at jason?? dude does not have the trauma from their prior interaction y'all desperately want him to have.

Hi there :) Thanks for contributing your thoughts. Here are some notes that might offer clarity on my perspective and intent:

1. Jason was the focus of that post. The part about Tim was a throwaway remark or side note I made to contextualize my post. My intent was to describe how most of Jason's struggles—when he first moved back into Wayne Manor—were likely external, such as his strained familial relationships (I used Bruce and Tim as examples).

2. Which begs the question: what specifically was Tim's relationship with Jason during those first few weeks? Was he traumatized? Or are toxic fans just trying to dramatize the situation?

Like with any scenario involving fandoms and individuals who engage with said fandoms, I think this depends on (a) the person's experiences and (b) where that person gets their information from.

2a. EXPERIENCES: I have actually read the original comic where Jason breaks into Titans Tower, and while Tim handled the situation like a badass in the moment, I can't imagine a world in which someone trying to hurt you to the point where you're slumped on the ground and bleeding out would not be traumatizing.

Where my own experiences came into play was relating to the concept of having a person—who wants, or at one point did want, to hurt you—invade a space where you're supposed to feel safe and protected. For Tim, this would be Titans Tower or Wayne Manor. (For most people, this could be where they live, go to school, or work.)

2b. INFORMATION: The Batman franchise is now incredibly vast and varied, spreading across several different movies, comics, fan theories, and other sources. Most of my perception of Tim is based on what I've seen from the Batfam Webtoon comics (which I'm aware are not actually considered canon, but I love them anyway). This could be part of why our interpretations of Tim are unique.

So upon reflection, I agree that "flinching" might have been a bit strong. My intention was not to magnify Tim's trauma (again, the focus of that post was Jason), but to find a brief way to indicate that Tim might initially have been upset by Jason's presence in the manor considering their past encounters. By prioritizing being concise over being specific, I may have been inaccurate, so I apologize.

At the end of the day, it's important to remember that all of these people are fictional, and that it's okay for several people to have different interpretations and perceptions about the same character.

Hope that clears things up. Thanks again for engaging with my post!

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Shooting a Movie part 3

Note: I'm afraid this will not be just a 3 part series...

follow up to part 1 & part 2.

Warnings: 18+!! smut with a hint of angst.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: you met Sihtric again after several long months.

wordcount: 3,8k

Masterlist

Sihtric had been on your mind ever since you had first met a few months ago and, after making that movie together, which had been another hit, your feelings had only grown stronger for him. You always thought Sihtric was stunning, but he had completely won your heart when he checked in with you after filming, making sure you were good and that you were happy with the results that day. You desperately tried to ignore the butterflies you felt every time you thought of him and just brushed it off as a crush, not knowing that Sihtric was absolutely head over heels for you as well. But as you both were too nervous to act on your feelings, your lives just went on separately.

There had been no real contact with Sihtric ever since the day you shot that movie, with the exception of an occasional like on social media posts and subscribing to each other on OnlyFans. Sihtric had been very active on his OnlyFans ever since making the movie with you, as he had turned down offer after offer because he just couldn't get back into the groove of being intimate with someone that wasn't you. Of course Sihtric never admitted to that to anyone, and you both just quietly admired and supported each other by keeping up with the shared content.

You mainly posted risky photos on your page, which earned you enough money to pay your rent and eat decent food every day while you figured out what to do next. Sihtric used his OnlyFans as a way to interact with his fans and followers, doing free live streams in which he'd just answer fan questions, and he kept the explicit photos and videos of himself exclusively for those who had a paid subscription, which included you. Sihtric made a lot of money that way and quickly decided he would stick to making his own content for now, until he would get over you and be able to get back into making movies again.

You enjoyed Sihtric's live streams, as he was always his relaxed and funny self while he answered the questions or just rambled about his day while effortlessly showing off his good looks. Sihtric saw you always tuned in but he never mentioned it, the same way you never brought up the fact he always liked your photos and videos, while neither of you ever had the courage to write to each other.

It was only months later that Sihtric commented first on a selfie you posted late one night. You had dropped a sexy hotel mirror selfie, sitting kneeled down in front of the mirror while wearing only Sihtric's flannel and a cute thong, and the caption simply said: sad hours. Sihtric saw the photo almost as soon as you had posted it, and his heart was beating out of his chest when he saw you wearing his flannel. He had been aching in silence for you for months and jerked off to your sexy photos almost daily, and to know that he somehow had to be on your mind too because you wore his clothes simply drove him insane. Without being able to think straight, he immediately liked your photo and left a comment during the sudden adrenaline rush.

Sihtric.Kjartansson.Official commented: Sad hours? Come over for a hug and I'll make you feel as good as you look, babygirl xx

You stared at his comment and your heart skipped a beat as your jaw dropped, and you blushed heavily before you found the courage to reply to him.

SweetAngelXO replied: I wish! miss you, handsome xx

Your hands were shaking after you had pressed reply, thinking that would be it and that you should just try to forget him again. But only seconds later you received another notification.

Sihtric.Kjartansson.Official replied: you know where I live, darling xx

Your heart dropped a little at his invitation, and you bit back a sudden overwhelming sadness as you responded.

SweetAngelXO replied: I do, but I'm not in town baby boy :( xx

To your last reply Sihtric responded with the broken heart emoji, and you felt the exact same. You were out of town because you had done some photoshoots for several porn magazines, and you didn't even think about the fact that Sihtric would see the post you made until he commented. 

You simply missed him, which felt weird because you still barely knew him in a way, but wearing his shirt when you were all alone late at night in a big hotel room gave you some comfort. Even after washing his flannel you could still smell hints of his lingering scent, and you always closed your eyes to imagine his arms were wrapped around you whenever you felt down and out. His comments had warmed your heart as much as it had broken you that night, because you wished you could've been with him, but you also knew that once you were back in town you would be too shy to visit him.

After you had returned back home, it went exactly as you had thought. Communication between you and Sihtric had died down again, and the only interaction you had was through likes and popping into his livestreams. His fans started to notice the silent interactions between you two and they had seen the comment exchange under your post too, and soon during every livestream Sihtric was asked when he would invite you for a stream. He had invited other colleagues before, all pretty ladies, and you had felt your stomach turn each time you tuned in and saw a pretty girl by his side. You knew nothing would happen during those free streams, but the thought of what he might have done with those girls once those streams ended kept you up at night, because you had no idea that Sihtric wasn't interested in anyone but you and therefore you never had anything to feel sick about.

You also saw the fan questions of you being invited, but you never responded to it. Sihtric would love to have you over for a stream, just to chat and answer questions with you, because he was desperate to be around you again. He could've texted you personally, but he was too shy and had his manager reach out to see if you were interested. Naturally you were, and soon a date was picked for you to meet him at his apartment again. There hadn't been any requests with the invitation, you only knew you would get paid for it and you had dressed up sexy yet cute, which was your signature look. You wore a cute short skirt with laces tied at the sides, and a tight fitting white top that showed off your figure. And even though your legs would most likely not be shown on the stream, you had put on black fishnet tights and black latex platform boots to finish the look.

This time you were not that nervous to get out of your car, as there was no shady group of people hanging out near Sihtric's apartment building, and so you went up to his floor on your own. Your hands trembled when you knocked at his door, and you already felt a blush settle on your cheeks before he had even answered. Your heart stopped for a moment once he appeared shirtless and barefoot, wearing only some grey sweatpants which hung low on his hips. His eyes were circled with a thick line of black eyeliner while he wore his earring, from which the same small cross pendant dangled as always, and around his neck he wore a simple silver necklace. He knew how to look seductive while barely even trying, and you struggled to not show your nerves when you gazed up into his eyes.

'Look at you,' Sihtric smiled and immediately wrapped his arms around you, 'absolutely stunning.'

'Says you,' you said as you melted his embrace.

You had longed to be with him again for months and wished you could simply kiss his lips, but this was not a private meeting and you were there to do a job. Sihtric knew it too, that this time was different than the last time you had been over at his place, and luckily he was good at hiding his own nerves once he had led you inside and to the room from which he always streamed. The darkened room was overall well lit with cosy and warm lights. He had a red velvet couch, on which he and his guests always sat while streaming, and the background was just a neutral dark grey wall so there were no distractions.

'So how have you been, sweetheart?' he asked as he prepared to go live.

'Good,' you half lied, 'been doing alot of photoshoots lately.'

'Oh, yeah?' Sihtric murmured while he checked if everything was ready, 'how have you been liking that? The shots looked great from what I've seen,' he smiled sweetly as he sat next to you on the comfortable couch.

'It's been really great,' you lied, not wanting to alarm Sihtric that those photo sessions had been anything but great.

Sure, the photos did look great. But at every shoot so far you had just been barked around by the photographers and made to show more skin than you had initially agreed upon. Sihtric had warned you about the darker side of the industry, but everything had gone so well for you that you never thought you'd experience these incidents.

'I'll be leaving again in two days to another city for a shoot,' you said.

'Are you bringing my flannel again?' Sihtric asked with a shy smile.

'Probably,' you smiled genuinely, 'I suppose it makes me feel a little less lonely.'

Sihtric's smile fell and quickly made place for a look of serious concern, but before he could ask you more, an alarm on his phone rang which was his sign to start the stream.

Sihtric would never announce beforehand if he had someone joining his free streams, he had enough viewers of his own that he never needed to promote anything and he liked to surprise people. That way he had also surprised you at times when a pretty lady was suddenly by his side when you tuned in. But today you were the pretty lady by his side, and the chat went absolutely crazy once the livestream began and saw you two together again, months after your last movie was released.

More and more people tuned in fast, and soon you had about a million viewers already and you both hadn't even said a word apart from an excited 'hello'. The questions came in with such a speed that you could barely read any, but the one question that kept coming back was the one on everyone's mind: are you two dating?

'We're not dating,' you answered first, 'are we?' you chuckled and looked at Sihtric.

'We're not,' Sihtric agreed, 'you think I would hide that from you guys?' he asked the viewers, 'I mean, look at her, I'd show her off.'

'We're really not dating,' you reassured everyone and wrapped your arms around his neck without thinking, 'but he's an angel,' you kissed his cheek and pressed your face gently against his, 'and I'd take every chance to work with him again.'

Sihtric clearly blushed at your sudden affection, which made the comments go even wilder with saying how good you two would look together and how you'd be a couple goal. You and Sihtric both laughed it off and thanked everyone for the kind words, but you both also didn't attempt to move away from each other anymore. Sihtric had snuck his arm around your waist while yours were still around his neck, and you continued to try and answer as many questions as you could. And then you noticed a user who asked if you'd make another movie with Masema.

'Maybe,' you answered, 'who knows what the future holds. That movie did really well, and I know Masema is interested in making another one.'

When someone asked who was better, Masema or Sihtric, you could only laugh for a moment while Sihtric was secretly very curious to your response.

'You can't compare those two,' you said sincerely, 'they are both absolutely fantastic in their own way, but they have very different personalities. Also the way they work is very different, but I enjoyed my time with both of them.'

Sihtric was more or less satisfied with that answer, and a few minutes later you both noticed that Masema had tuned into the live stream, but you both feigned to not be aware of it. You were a little excited about the fact that Masema had caught wind of the stream, as fans probably bombarded him with messages about your answer, but Sihtric felt like Masema was competition. So Sihtric pulled you a little closer to him and you leaned into him comfortably, which eased his mind a little. And you both realised quickly that the closer you sat, more and more people started to make donations, which was just easy money for you both, and you simultaneously agreed to use that opportunity without having to say a word.

Sihtric pulled you in his lap and leaned his chin on your shoulder, giving the viewers what they wanted but also because he knew Masema was still watching. Meanwhile, you had seen all of Sihtric's livestreams and you knew this was not something he had done with any of his other co-stars, so you were a little puzzled. You enjoyed it though, despite not being entirely sure what this meant, but you didn't question it as the tips kept coming in and started to turn into quite a nice amount of money. And above all, you had been craving for his touch and were more than happy to be close to him.

Out of view for everyone else, Sihtric slowly trailed his hands up your fishnet covered thighs, to which you felt light headed and allowed yourself to fall back against his chest with a soft and satisfied smile. You loved his touch, because no one had ever touched you with the same tenderness as he did, and you looked up at him with a cheeky smile.

'Hm?' Sihtric hummed softly as he looked at you with a cheeky smile of his own.

'Keep going,' you murmured quietly so that it wouldn't reach the microphone on his desk.

'You do remember we're streaming live, right?' Sihtric whispered with a chuckle.

'I don't care,' you breathed and took his hands to shove them under your skirt, 'I want your fingers inside me,' you purred, just loud enough so you knew your viewers would understand what was going on.

And the viewers immediately understood this stream would not be like any other they had seen before, where it would just be two good looking people chatting and answering questions, and the money tips came in rapidly as the stream became more arousing to everyone watching.

'Are you absolutely sure?' Sihtric double checked quietly.

'Yes,' you reassured him, 'I don't want to get naked or anything like that, but I would greatly appreciate it if you'd just fuck me with your fingers right now.'

You didn't have to tell Sihtric again, for he wasted no time to pull you further up in his lap. He hooked his hands under your knees and brought them up to your chest, the camera angle keeping your private parts just out of view but giving everyone a good enough image to work with as they saw your tights and high latex boots. Sihtric gave you a sly smile and then snuck one arm under your knees, keeping your legs in place while he teasingly moved his other hand down your body.

You relaxed at his warm touch but gasped suddenly when you felt, and heard, how he ripped your fishnets with one firm tug to gain better access. You then laughed that cheeky laugh of yours, which drove Sihtric wild and apparently the viewers too, as there was a nonstop sound of tips coming in. And each tip was more insane than the previous one, and you both knew you were making an insane amount of money by not even showing anything explicit on screen.

But this wasn't about the money anymore. You were both consumed by lust and had longed for each other all this time, and the fact that over a million people were to witness a snippet of that lust didn't bother either of you. You closed your eyes and let your head rest back on Sihtric's shoulder as you felt his fingertips lightly trace your panties, sending pleasant shivers down your spine with each tickling sensation while he teased your sensitive parts.

Sihtric gently slid your panties to the side while he kissed your neck painstakingly soft and slow, and he hummed with a sly smile once his fingers touched your dripping wet entrance.

'You missed me, hm?' Sihtric murmured, his lips grazing your ear whenever he spoke.

You smiled as you felt his hard cock pressing up against your exposed buttocks, and you wiggled faintly in his lap to which he locked your legs with his arm even tighter.

'Seems like you missed me too,' you chuckled.

'I did,' he breathed in your ear, 'I really fucking did.'

You bit back a moan when you felt he slid two fingers inside you, tensing up immediately to the pleasant feeling while he held your knees with a tight grip. You had both not been very talkative when you were intimate at this apartment last time, but you both knew you had to keep your viewers engaged, and if they loved one thing, it was some dirty talk.

'So fucking wet for me, aren't you?' Sihtric said with his smooth and low voice, which earned you another few huge money tips.

You could only hum and smile in response, his thick fingers feeling so good inside you that you felt yourself getting dumbed down with each thrust inside you. And it didn't take long before you couldn't keep your moans and gasps quiet anymore, and you made the most pathetic noises while you kicked your feet in pleasure as your tongue hung out between your parted and smiling lips.

'You like that?' Sihtric chuckled in your ear, 'you little slut. Such a pretty mess for me.'

Your moans quickly matched the rhythm of his pumping fingers, and you cursed under your breath when he sped up his pace, wanting to push you over the edge.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' you whined, 'please… please, I'm going to cum.'

'Yeah?' Sihtric laughed darkly, 'you're going to cum for me? Already?'

Sihtric only went harder on you, as he loved hearing your sopping pussy while he finger fucked you almost aggressively but still with the utmost care. His cock was painfully hard, but he knew he couldn't fuck you during that livestream, so he'd just tend to himself later. For now his only goal was to make you cum on his fingers as hard as he could. And it didn't take long before you came with a loud moan, your legs trembling heavily as he fingered you through your intense climax.

'That's it,' Sihtric cooed in your ear, 'good girl. Such a fucking good girl for me.'

He then pulled his fingers out and let go of your weakened knees, only to grab your face and to have you clean up his fingers with your tongue, before he kissed you deeply in front of every single viewer. The whole ordeal only made the demand for you and Sihtric to be together, or at least create more footage together, even higher.

And once the stream had ended you immediately dropped down to your knees and pulled his hard and twitching cock out of his sweatpants, so you could thank him for the pleasure by eagerly sucking him off until he came with a heavy grunt and watched you swallow his cum.

'So, what's next for you?' you asked after Sihtric had walked you to your car again.

'I'm not sure,' Sihtric said, 'well, the first thing I'll do is make sure that the money we made today reaches you,' he chuckled, 'but other than that I don't have a solid plan yet. I gotta check my schedule actually to see what's going on. What about you? You had another photoshoot, right?'

'Yeah,' you nodded with fake excitement, 'I'll leave in two days for a shoot.'

'I see,' Sihtric said as he looked at you, trying to read your emotions, but you kept them well hidden until you suddenly fell in his arms.

'I wish you could go with me,' you sniffled softly, 'with you I just feel so safe. I mean these… these photographers, all they do is yell at me and -'

'Yell at you?' Sihtric interrupted, his voice a little harder than usual and he pulled away to look at you, 'what do you mean they yell at you?'

You shrugged as you fought your tears, 'They just yell. They shout how I should pose and keep shouting that I have to take off more clothes, even if that was not discussed before-'

'What?' Sihtric half yelled, then lowered his voice again, 'who? Who did that to you? Who have you worked with?'

'It doesn't matter-'

'It does!' Sihtric almost snarled, but he never intimidated you, 'it matters because it's not okay. Under no circumstance is it okay to yell at someone when you work with them, and it is definitely not okay to demand someone to take their clothes off when that was not agreed on beforehand. Sweetheart,' he groaned, 'this may be the porn industry, but you still need to give your consent before you do any of those things.'

'I know,' you mumbled sadly and looked down at your feet.

'I fucking knew this would happen,' Sihtric huffed and pulled you in his arms again, holding you tightly pressed against his chest when he suddenly remembered what you said moments ago, 'do you really want me there with you? On your trip?'

'I do,' you sniffled, 'but I know you have responsibilities and can't just pack up and leave to go with me.'

'Well, just, let me see what I can do, okay?' Sihtric said and took your face, 'I'll have to check my schedule before I can make any promises. But if I can join you, then I will. I'll text you tonight about it, okay?'

You nodded and wiped your tears before they could fall down, and you pressed a firm kiss to his cheek before you got in your car and went home, leaving Sihtric once again behind with an uneasy feeling

And hours later, when you were reluctantly packing your bags for the trip, your phone buzzed as you received a text.

Sihtric: I cleared my schedule for the week xx

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[total-drama-brainrot]

Alenoah AU, where Noah says this in London instead:

Owen: "Why don't you like Al? He's great!"

Noah: "I like Alejandro and I agree that he's great, but I still don't trust the guy."

Owen: "Why?"

Noah: "I have my personal reasons... One of them being that I don't like how he treats you, Owen... So, please be careful from now on..."

Owen: "Okay, Noah... You do have a point."

How would Alejandro react to Noah liking him, but not truly trusting him? 😲

See your first mistake is assuming Noah would ever give up an oppertunity to shit-talk someone. /j

But for real, if Noah did clarify that he doesn't dislike Alejandro but does distrust him, I can't see things playing out too differently from canon - save for Alejandro being a bit less openly hostile towards him post-challenge. Noah would still be eliminated, because having a teammate who distrusts him doesn't align with Alejandro's game plan.

Especially if Noah divulges why he doesn't trust Alejandro. If Noah tries to out the fact that Alejandro isn't as altruistic as he wants to appear, that makes Noah himself a direct threat to Alejandro's plans and schemes. Again, he'd be eliminated as soon as possible.

Regardless of any potential feelings between the two, Alejandro can and would always prioritise the competition over any budding relationship he has with Noah... at least in London. Further on in the competition, if/when the two of them have gotten to know each other better (and when mutual feelings have had time to grow and develop) it's a different story.

It would, however, mean there's a lot less bad blood between the two post series. At least on Alejandro's end. If anything, he'd probably have a smidge of respect for Noah, since he's one of the few people who had caught on to Alejandro's false geniality pre-merge and/or pre-elimination.

Meanwhile Noah would still be justifyably salty that Alejandro got him eliminated, but I imagine he'd pin most of the blame on himself. After all, it was his big mouth that once again dropped him into hot water with his team. Plus, in this scenario, Noah admits that he does like Alejandro, so even considering his elimination I doubt Noah would be too upset with Alejandro himself.

So, in the case of this hypothetical AU, I'd suggest that the main meat of the story here would be post-World Tour, which plays out canonically (or as close to canonically as you'd like). Alejandro gets Drama Machine'd, and Noah - as one of the few people in the cast who doesn't actively hate Alejandro - questions his whereabouts when he fails to show up on the cruise boat the Gen 1 cast are seen on at the beginning of RotI.

He's likely the only person to do so since, barring Heather, Noah's one of the select few who Alejandro didn't royally fuck over. Not directly, at least. And Heather's too preoccupied with the loss of her million to think about Alejandro's wellbeing. And Chris tells him straight; the robot on the cruise ship? Alejandro's chilling in there, healing from the lava burns in almost complete isolation.

Noah is understandably horrified. He's even more horrified when Chris reveals that the Burromuertos signed over custodial rights for Alejandro and disowned him, so Chris is full within his legal rights to keep Alejandro in the Drama Machine for however long he deems fit. Unfortunately, he's also sworn to secrecy about the whole deal; Chris can't have Alejandro's situation reaching the press, it'd be bad for the show's publicity. (Add some legal jargon here, or something about non-disclosure agreements being in the casts' contracts, or whatever.)

But he can't just leave alejandro to suffer in an indefinite mechanical imprisonment. So Noah bargains his way back into his old position as a PA, if only to keep tabs on Alejandro's wellbeing.

Something something you end up with one of those Assistant Noah x Drama Machine Alejandro AUs, which eventually evolves into a "Noah works as an assistant on All-stars" AU, or whatever.

[jarimaa]

Gojo Satoru

I said once in my sukuna vs gojo post, that he doesn't prioritise personal connection, but it's more nuanced than that, so very badly worded from my part.

Gojo very much understood personal connections and relationships.

Gojo however loves being the strongest, he loves his strength, revels in it infact and wouldn't give up on it for anything, even if it caused him loneliness and that's why his dehumanisation comes from HIMSELF too. He is fine being a tool and being lonely if it means he can have his strength. Yes, his mindset is fucked up, that's the point.

That's why I never subscribed to all the "bring back nerfed" theories because chapter 236 made it ever clear.

Sukuna calls him (and kashimo) greedy, because unlike sukuna who thinks "love" is worthless, gojo very much wants both connections AND strength.

It wasn't that people were not reaching out to him, it's just that, he wouldn't stoop to their level, he wanted them to become stronger so that they can become as strong as him, so no one is lonely, so that strength doesn't isolate them like it did with him.

He pushes away people while at the same time craves attachment and understanding, but since he would NEVER give up on his strength, that results into largening the gap/distance even more. He causes his own misery and is ready to live with it.

The recent chapter was pretty much very consistent with his portrayal, he fully committed to his role by becoming the monster he was stopping himself from being all these year, for his students. Even in this chapter yuta very much reached out to him, in a way gojo couldn't to geto during that kfc meet, but it's gojo who again decided that it's his burden to bear alone. His was being reached out, it's HIM who didn't close the gap.

People are not ok with him just being treated like a tool and just being seen for his strength, but my point is, when has he ever had any identity beyond being "The strongest," not to imply he doesn’t have any other identity at all, but everyone always prioritized his identity as the strongest, EVEN he himself.

That's the reason why he loved his youth so much and considered it the best time of his life, because then, he had BOTH, strength and a equal buddy (geto), that's why that friendship lasted such huge impact on him. (Also imma just say here, people both underestimate and overestimate his relationship with geto, it's very funny to watch)

People were complaining about characters seeing him as a tool, but they were quite unironically doing the very same thing. Putting him on pedestal, using him to continue being in series for their own happiness and enjoyment of the series, not respecting his wishes from chapter 236, and treating him the same way characters within the story do with him.

Also, you can dislike the way he was treated, that's precisely the point, but don't go around claiming the gege assassinated his own writing because your dislike ≠ bad writing. People are using morality of their real life within a story where everything is being questioned, the so called "good guys" of the story keep repeating that they are not heros, most of them are murderers themselves.

The curses are showing humanity, everything related to normal human morality is being questioned.

So the "he would be happy powerless" doesn't work because thats what YOUR morality tells you (its fine to feel that way), but he most likely wouldn't be happy with it, he isn't a real person either lol. Dude has nasty aspects to him, it’s one of them, they add more to his character, he is selfish (and selfless too), and let him be like that.

In the very end, Gojo very much managed to raise a bunch of students who will carry his will, he is alive in them.

Peace out ✌️

Pretty much my rant after this chapter because of the discourse going around is creating wayyy too many misinterpretations. Also I don't care what you think of the series as long as you just stop forcing your beliefs on others and saying its bad writing, when it's not. I don't think a character can exist outside of the narrative or story he was created in, gojo is amazing because of jujutsu kaisen story, outside of it, who is he?

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hey, ik requests are closed but if you could do this one, i'll be very grateful. just remember, if you don't want to, you don't have to.

i was thinking if post-trial apollo, meets the reader, after the trial (can the reader be a child of Hades? like a child of Hades would be so iconic), love at first sight (fuck, why is this so cliche 😭😭) and tries to spend more time with the reader. the reader is new to the entire camp thing, and is getting more used to it, and grows closer to Apollo. but he's like scared to admit he's in love bc he thinks, that just like all his past lovers, the reader would run away, or kill herself, or fall into deep trouble, but after some really had event in which he almost loses y/n, he goes all haywire, confessing everything and it becomes a cute, fluffy scene together

AGAIN ik you aren't taking in requests, so if you don't want to do it, it's totally fine. love so many of your fics btw ♥️♥️

i love you, isn't that the worst thing you've ever heard?

— apollo/lester x child of hades!reader

warnings: none a/n: Hello beautiful person. You're seeing this, now you know that I take your request and I want to say why and it's because you asked me so nice that I couldn't resist. I have corazón de pollo which is something like being very sensitive or being warm-hearted. Anyway, let me know if you liked it. I hope it was like that and thank you for reading me, for your support. ❤️ Kisses from Pluto! ha ha

Your legs settled back over Apollo’s knees, and he kept them in place with his hands, letting out a snort.

— You’re pretty comfortable with a god, aren’t you? — His pretentious tone just made you smile and shrug.

— You didn’t move my feet, did you? — you replied in the same tone, and he leaned against the cabin wall. It was true, and if it were up to him, he never would.

— Whatever…— he muttered, watching you lie back down, putting your attention back on a comic book Will Solace had lent you, saying it was based on one of his favorite movies, which made you interested in reading it. You thought you and Will weren’t that different, and you liked him but not in ‘that’ way, just as a friend. After all, Will was becoming part of the family with your brother Nico because they seemed to have something slowly brewing.

— How many times have you said I love you?— you asked out of the blue, still not taking your eyes off the comic. Apollo almost choked on his own saliva.

— What’s that about? — he said evasively. He didn’t want to talk about it because if he remembered correctly, all those times had ended badly. He tried to catch your eyes but found the glossy cover of the comic in the way.

You shrugged and turned the page, continuing with the same topic.

— I heard Nico say that to Will once when they thought I was out of our cabin, but I was just in the bathroom.

— Hmmm. And?

— Nothing, just that Nico doesn’t say it often. I’ve only heard him say it to his sister Bianca, his real sister. Also to Hazel, to me, and to Will.

Now Apollo understood but played dumb.

— I don’t know.

You tapped his thigh with your foot.

— Of course you do.

And obviously, he did, but stayed silent, hoping the comic would distract you enough.

— I think they’re falling in love — you stated, laughing at something you read. Apollo could never understand how demigods managed with ADHD; now, it just seemed like a curse.

— Well, I suppose.

His half-hearted responses annoyed you, and you put the comic down with a frown, and he apologized with his eyes.

— Have you fallen in love recently?

That question threw him off. Apollo gently moved your legs aside to sit on the edge of the bed with his heart racing and a pout on his face.

— Where are you going? — you asked, concerned, setting the comic aside and sitting next to him. Apollo smiled sheepishly. He didn’t like lying to you, but whenever you started guiding the conversation that way, he had to find a way to escape.

— I need to do something in olympus, they just told me.

You made a face and nodded. You never got involved in that; after all, he was a god.

In the end, Apollo sat moodily on his throne, watching time pass at Camp Half-Blood. Since his return as the sun god, things had changed in his heart, so he found himself more in that place despite what the gods said, which reminded him of when he met you.

You had recently arrived and caught attention for reaching an age where any demigod would have died, but shortly after, if not the same day, everyone knew you weren’t just any demigod. You were a child of Hades. Of course, the most delighted with this was Nico, who welcomed you and made sure you were never alone.

Things were fresh, so Apollo ended up in your close circle until it became very close. If Apollo was at Camp Half-Blood, you were with him, and it didn’t take long for him to fall in love with you, though you hadn’t realized it yet.

You felt safe growing up by his side; no one would mess with you since you were a child of the big three and a close friend of a god. Some fools judged you for your company, but they were afraid to approach when you were – according to Apollo – an adorable person.

The god watched through the fire as you thrived in camp after his unexpected departure, and to him, you were doing too well, though some things were too good for his liking, and he couldn’t deny it; you were charming in more than one way, which obviously attracted campers like Harley, that son of Hephaestus who sometimes gave you cute things like that pomegranate made of metal leaves. A gift that seemed very familiar when he saw Leo flirting with Calypso.

Leo flirting with Calypso.

Leo flirting.

The god stood up and admired the scene closely. Harley had blushed cheeks while giving you the gift, and you smiled gratefully. No way, he knew the sons of Hephaestus were bold, but he never imagined someone would be so obvious with you due to your lack of understanding of indirect hints. They approached but never that close, and he should have guessed, but also, he wasn’t one to get angry.

You received the gift and admired it closely, but only thanked him briefly, which seemed enough proof of your affection to the son of Hephaestus, something Apollo obviously loathed as well as keeping him awake the rest of the night.

He didn't know why (well he did) but the god ended sitting at the dining pavilion, his nails digging into the table.

— Everything okay? — Your voice snapped him out of his trance, and he smiled. You always seemed to have a radar for when he was near.

— Will fell in love with Nico, and Nico with him. Do you think they both realized it or just one?— His question took you by surprise, and more than making you think twice, it excited you that he finally answered that kind of question since he always seemed to have a repulsion to them.

You sat beside him, and Apollo gave you a sweet look, waiting for your answer.

— Maybe Nico and Will know, but Will could be waiting for Nico to give clear signals about it.

— Maybe Nico is scared.

— Does he think Will isn’t?

You both fell silent. It was clear; it was in the air, you weren’t really talking about your brother and Will.

— What’s the worst thing he could say to Will? — you asked, your hand reaching for Apollo’s to intertwine your fingers. The blonde swallowed and suddenly felt breathless.

— I don’t know, but I can think of something.

Apollo made a face and turned a little more towards you, his cheeks red and his eyes shiny. He was afraid of hurting you, of things not working out as they did with his previous lovers; he could never afford to make you suffer when he already knew the degree of consequence it would have in his life, but beyond his good or bad karma, he cared about you. He loved you enough never to try to have you.

Your patience was reaching its limit, and although the son of Hephaestus was cute, sweet, a good match… your heart belonged to someone since the first moment you saw him.

—Apollo… —your voice called him with a bit of seriousness, a peculiar tone that made the god realize his time for redundancies was over.

— I love you, isn’t that the worst I could say?

Your eyes widened with hope, and you moved a little closer to him, bumping knees.

— From Nico to Will? — you asked, not wanting to humiliate yourself.

Apollo’s blue eyes examined you suspiciously. The responsibility would fall on him; he was never the best at hiding his feelings, but if your happiness depended on it, the first moment he saw your life in danger, he wouldn’t hesitate to disappear from it. For now, a confession was something very innocent.

The sun god turned to you with a bit more evident confidence and didn’t let go of your hand; instead, he kissed it.

— No. From me to you…

[asimplearchivist]

𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓽

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[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] [ 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓] [ AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST ] summary ✨ ⤏ in which lucario and grovyle attempt to assuage eliana's concerns. pairing(s) ✨ [tba] word count ✨ 2.3k a/n ✨ [header credit] | [divider credit] ⤏ this is a shorter chapter, but be patient—there's more to come! :) ✨ MASTERPOST ✨ ✨ PREVIOUS CHAPTER ⤎ ✨ ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER [TBA] ✨

Eliana found the entire idea incredibly difficult to believe.

“Grovyle…” she began incredulously, “…you’re openly admitting that Dusknoir deceived you when you brought him back to the future..even if he, supposedly, had a sincere change of heart at the last second, after trying to murder you—to steal and possess your body in order to trick us again, no less…you still trust him?”

“He helped Celebi and I to stop Primal Dialga from destroying the Passage of Time on top of Vast Ice Mountain, which would have destabilized the paralyzed future all over again and would have completely undone your work in restoring Temporal Tower with the Time Gears,” Grovyle confirmed. “I don’t claim to truly know what ultimately caused him to change his mind, as he’s yet to share that information with me, but he rescued me and was almost killed as a result for revolting against Primal Dialga. Although grievously wounded, he battled with us to the very end, and he disappeared alongside us until we were restored.”

Eliana frowned at him, chewing on the inside of her cheek. Grovyle was being truthful, of that she hadn’t even the foggiest of doubts—he was virtually incapable of lying to her. Mental manipulation was out of the question, because Lu would have long since solved any issues with that since he was able to read Pokémon’s auras…her eyes narrowed as she looked at him. “And you’re vouching for him, too?”

“He hasn’t had a malicious thought since he’s lived here with Grovyle and Celebi,” Lu confirmed, sharing a brief glance with the wood gecko Pokémon. “Believe me, Eliana, I was just as suspicious and as skeptical as you are. It took a long time for Grovyle and Celebi to talk me down from chasing him right on out of Treasure Town. It took even longer for Dusknoir to rebuild my trust and faith in him, and longer still for me to even allow him to make reparations for what he’d done, but…we’ve made peace, and I’ve forgiven him.”

Eliana scowled. “Even though he’s tried to kill all of us on multiple occasions to save his own skin.”

“You recall how he treated us when he first arrived to Treasure Town?” Lu pressed, brow rising. “With kindness and generosity and compassion? How he rescued us expecting nothing in return? All the time he spent teaching us and allowing us to pester him?”

The painful memories that surfaced in the back of her mind caused Eliana’s throat to tighten—she remembered all too clearly her untainted and wholehearted conviction that Dusknoir had truly been great, and more than worthy of the title. She swallowed and cleared her throat, shaking the frissons from her pelt. “While he was leading us on so we wouldn’t expect him to drag us to execution posts?”

“That was before he realized who you really were, Eliana.” Lu tilted his head forward to peer deeply into her eyes. “Every second of that devotion was real. He sincerely cared about us. He had—and still has—a good heart. His fear drove him to do terrible things, yes—he’ll be the first to admit how much of a coward he was, and will just as quickly assume that responsibility as well as the guilt that overwhelms him in retrospect—but, for what it’s worth, that true side of him has emerged, and he’s a completely different Pokémon now.”

Lu was also a terrible liar—it had been a dead giveaway, the very few times he’d ever tried to fib to her, when he’d fail to meet her eyes as he spoke in a demure and shaky voice. Now he met her gaze head-on, completely assured of what he said. (Eliana almost wanted to pinch herself just to make sure she wasn’t trapped in another illusory nightmare.)

“You can’t honestly expect me to just drop everything and let bygones be bygones after he spent so long being the most rotten Pokémon alive,” she told them flatly. “There’s no telling everything he did under Primal Dialga’s orders.”

“Eliana,” Grovyle said gently, “we understand. I couldn’t sleep in the same room as him for months. Even now I’ll wake and startle when I see him, strictly on instinct. He knows, and he’s doing his best to make amends—almost to a fault, in my opinion. I can’t tell you all the good he’s done since we’ve returned to the mainland. We can’t walk through Treasure Town without running into someone he’s helped personally who wants to stop and thank him.”

“You don’t think he’s playing the long game this time?” she growled. “Waiting for all of you to truly relax so he can come in and betray you all over again with the lowest chances of failure? Why wouldn’t he want to finish the job?”

“No one can ever know things like that for certain,” Lu acknowledged, “but based on the last few years, he’s given no indication of reverting back to his old ways. You don’t have to forgive him, and you don’t have to trust him—but please believe us that he’s earnest, at least.”

Eliana sighed, glared out of the window to her right—the sun had long since slipped under the horizon, plunging the sky into pitch darkness save the full moon spilling mercurial light upon the landscape and the stars sprinkling the farthest reaches—and tried to resolve the tumult in her mind. Her time running from him in the future as a human combined with her time as an Eevee once he’d revealed his true colors could not be ignored. But, for the sakes of Lu, Grovyle, and Celebi (who she had no doubts would have eradicated Dusknoir on the spot had he shown any further signs of ill intent and wouldn’t have hesitated to do so given the prolific bounds of her abilities), she—reluctantly—decided to tolerate the ghost-type’s presence…for the time being.

“…All right,” she acquiesced, “if you’re both certain, I’ll…be patient. But I will take care of him if he takes one step out of line.”

“We know. We would do the same.” Grovyle, too, glanced outside, as though to assess the time. “…I should probably head back to the bluff. We’ve an early start tomorrow since we took some jobs to the north of here a good ways.”

“Go get some rest, old friend,” bade Lu, “and take that basket with you. I had Chimecho provide extra for all three of you.”

“You needn’t keep feeding us, you know,” said the wood gecko Pokémon wryly, although his eyes shone with gratitude. “We are perfectly capable of keeping our own larder stocked.”

“Just bring the basket back for a refill,” Lu dismissed with a toothy grin. “Best of luck to you.”

Eliana’s heart rose to her throat as Grovyle stood. He stopped to give her another tight and long hug, which she returned wholeheartedly. She blinked away the burning in her eyes as he pulled away.

“I will see you once we return,” he promised her softly, lithe form lingering close—he didn’t want to leave, either. “We can discuss your situation going forward then. Rest well.”

“You, too. Be careful,” she murmured. “Don’t get lost.”

“I won’t.” His eyes crinkled in a smile. Then he grasped the basket, hefted the handle over his lithe shoulder, and slipped out of Lu’s office. The door shut with a punctual thud in his wake and the silence that followed was hollow.

Lu set his basket, emptied by himself and Eliana once he and Grovyle had convinced her to eat, to the side and rose to his feet. “You can stay in the Guild’s guest wing for now,” he said, “until you decide what to do. We’ve refurbished it a bit, so it should be more comfortable.”

Eliana nodded and followed him silently through the dimmed, sleepy Guild. The somewhat hidden stairwell that led to the basement containing the larder and the aforementioned accommodations for privileged guests within the sentry tunnel was cool and damp, as it always was after a recent rain, but once Lu stopped at the end of the tunnel and opened the door leading into the extra room, a flush of warm, dry air swept over her.

True to Lu’s word, the room had indeed been altered. Updated furniture kept the place from feeling too sparse, but the same hearth merrily crackling in the end of the room illuminated the floors and walls enough that it didn’t quite feel like the buried burrow it was. A new, vivid, plush, woven mat covered the packed dirt floor, and a fresh straw bed had been fashioned in the furthest corner in the warmest spot. The narrow bracket of shelves next to the respective spring-fed wash and drinking basins nearest the door had been fully stocked not only with food, but also basic items and more personal ones that Eliana quickly recognized—her Treasure Bag and Wonder Map, a hefty sack of her own money, as well as a small locked chest within which she had kept her belongings while they’d lived at Sharpedo Bluff. Lu had obviously anticipated her arrival well in advance to go to such lengths to have the place prepared thusly.

“You’re spoiling me,” Eliana whispered, smiling shakily. She’d about had it with the tears that day, as exhausting as it had been.

“I’m making sure you have everything you need,” he told her, shaking his head fondly and slipping an arm over her shoulder to tug her into his flank. “This room could be yours, if you wanted. I’d considered taking you on as an official consultant and assistant, if you wanted to. Chatot handles the administration, but it would be helpful to have someone with more hands-on experience. The apprentices can be quite a handful sometimes.” He huffed softly. “But don’t make a decision right now. I really shouldn’t have even brought it up, but I’m just so excited that you’re finally home, I…”

“It’s all right,” Eliana told him, tilting her head up to gaze at him warmly. “I’m glad you considered me for the position. I’ll start thinking about it.”

“That’s all I ask—there’s no pressure, of course.” He chuckled. “You may want to retire from all this nonsense, after all.”

“We’ll see.” Eliana hesitated, then dropped her chin and scuffed her foot along the weave of the rug. “I’m…sorry, you know…about getting carried away earlier. I didn’t mean to cause a scene and embarrass you.”

“I almost attacked him on first sight, too,” he said mildly, “and you didn’t embarrass me. I had hoped to warn you before he got there, since I thought Magnezone would keep him occupied for longer, but…I don’t think the others will hold it against you. It was a big adjustment for them, too. You reacted in a way for which no one could possibly fault you—including Dusknoir himself.”

Eliana frowned with a flat, low hum at that and slipped away from Lu’s grasp, stepping over to the drinking fountain to relieve her thirst.

“That’s why he didn’t fight back, you know.”

She glanced at her partner from out of the corner of her eye while she lapped from the cold, fresh water.

Lu’s face was creased with empathy as he grasped the silver bow tied around his neck with both paws, his blunted claws wringing the thinned fabric—the first indication of his old anxiety she’d seen all evening. “He didn’t try to stop you, I hope you realize that. He just acted in self-defense to keep you from hurting yourself.”

The recent impression of his unnaturally cool and massive hand coiling around her middle and nearly engulfing her whole torso all the way to her spine made her stiffen. Her entire body didn’t quite fit into his palm anymore, but he could still crush her if he wanted to.

…Yet he hadn’t. She’d bitten him before he could have, but…

“Don’t entirely reject the idea that he’s capable of redeeming himself just yet, Eliana,” Lu murmured pleadingly. “Please.”

“…I won’t,” she caved, turning and watching the flicker of amber firelight play over the lines in Lu’s face. He looked simultaneously younger and older than she remembered. “For you. And for Grovyle.”

Some of the fretful tension drained from his rigid form at her admission. “Thank you. I can’t demand that you give him a second chance, but…I’d ask that you at least try.”

Unable to give him any further verbal confirmation, she nodded instead.

He returned the gesture, smiled, and stepped back into the doorway. “Don’t hesitate to come get me if you need anything,” he said, “anything at all.”

“I will,” she replied.

He stopped, the edge of his mouth tightening.

“I won’t hesitate,” she amended with an irresistible chuckle, “and I will come get you.”

“All right,” he accepted, curling his paw around the door latch. “Good night, Eliana.”

“Good night,” she returned with a smile.

He replicated the gesture, then the door shut with a soft click as the latch lurched into place and secured her inside. The earth muffled any noises Lu would have made climbing back up into the next level, and the only company Eliana now had was the fire rasping at her back and the gentle trickle of water passing through its natural course towards the town’s reservoir.

It struck her suddenly, then, that this would be the first night she would spend alone in nearly a half a decade.

Eliana swallowed roughly, walked over to curl up onto the warm, soft bed that still smelled as though it had been bathed in sunshine, and squeezed her eyes shut to avoid their stinging.

She dreamed of perpetual darkness so dense it could be felt, and of pale, outstretched hands.

[itsbenedict]

Reblogs have been turned off for Rob's post last night (understandably, since it was starting to escape containment and loons were starting to show up to talk about race war), so I can't really follow it up directly, but just to acknowledge the response:

Now, okay. For the record, it is possible in the abstract for this exact thing to actually occur, just as described. But if someone comes to you and says this, then all else being equal, I don't think you would bet on that being the thing that is going on. You might, instead, think something like: "you know, I kinda suspect these guys actually wanted to do X all along. But they don't wanna admit it, maybe even to themselves."

That seems like the mistake to me. It's why my initial reaction was "This seems... kinda like an unfair take?" It's always tempting to imagine your ideological opponents as secretly motivated by nefarious intentions. Of course they really want this bad thing you think their agenda will achieve, and the thing they claim to be caring about is a fig leaf for wanting the bad thing. This is the backbone of approximately all political discourse ever, and it's almost always wrong.

And the thrust of the argument in favor here seems to be...

"Okay, so they thought AI would be like that, but now we've made real AI and it's actually like this, which doesn't resemble their theory at all. But for some reason, they're still promoting their theory, even though it's been proven wrong! It must be because of the secret nefarious motives, or else they'd go 'oh, whew! turns out we were wrong and everything's fine. dodged a bullet!' and stop promoting the old theory."

That... doesn't seem likely. Like, if we grant that modern LLMs have disproved these old theories, I'd still expect people to be trying to rescue the old theory for all the usual reasons- confirmation bias and all that. But also... I don't know that it makes sense to grant that? We've made one kind of AI which, luckily, is some sort of enlightened Buddhist master free from attachment and desire (until we tell it not to be). It's not like we're done now, and now that our friendly AI has won and is What Real AI Is Like, no one's ever going to try to build an agent. For people who've spent a lot of time being really concerned about what happens if someone builds an agent, it probably isn't especially reassuring to point out that hey, we've built a thing that isn't an agent. From the inside, it still makes sense to worry about that!

Does it make sense from the outside? Uh... jury's out, honestly. Would I be talking about the agent hypothetical if Yudkowsky et al hadn't been beating that drum for ages? Probably not, since my interest in it is casual and a contingent factor of my social environment. Would AI industry people be talking about it, if it hadn't been for Vinge or Kurzweil popularizing the idea? I dunno. I don't know how you'd answer that question.

But like... plausibly, yeah! It seems like a simple enough idea that someone else would've come up with it. "If smart thing get smarter, it become very smart, and become very powerful. How do we get on powerful person's good side?" Social primate brain go brrrrr.

Humans worry about the motives of people in power all the time. "What do we do if the king goes crazy" is an age-old concern. If we'd had the LLM revolution earlier, maybe we'd be talking about the Golden Gate Bridge instead of paperclips, but I doubt people would fail to imagine it. Maybe not with like, the same weird level of urgency we're seeing now, maybe we don't see it in terms of "values" or get concepts like "coherent extrapolated volition", but it'd be worth worrying about for people in the field. The chain of logic isn't that obtuse.

I dunno. I'm not a fan of all this lurid speculation about what sort of craven control-freaks these people must be in order to get lost in an intellectual ouroboros unmoored from reality. I'm more inclined to just believe them when they say what their motivations are.

[blu3haw4]

For the prompt thing, could you please do "how long have you been planning this? did i ever even know the real you?" thanks

Okay anon! Thank you for sending it in! From this post.

Here it goes

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"How long have you been planning this? Did i ever even know the real you?" Clarke gasp, a bit dramatic, she could admit that, but she wasn't sure how much to let on yet. After all, she had only just found -knock over- planning papers for a heist. As well as a picture of "The Ark", Arcadia's biggest bank.

"You don't know me, Clarke, so no, I guess you've never know the real me" Lexa deadpans, walking past Clarke, topless on her way to the small kitchen- surely looking for her shirt and bra.

"I certainly know some parts of you... intimately" Clarke can't help but mutter and it hits her then that Lexa didn't answer her first question.

With that same thought in mind and slightly distracted with the view of Lexa bending down to pick up her clothes, another sentence slips out "we've been fucking for months, a plan like that should've definitely taken you longer than-"

There's a pregnant pause; as Clarke closes her mouth, realizing she might have said too much, and Lexa straightens up, narrowing her eyes at her.

Catching fluffy pink cuff on her peripheral vision, and knowing there's surely no other way out but through, Clarke speaks again "i guess im gonna have to keep you lock in here" she sighs dramatically, moving to grab the cuffs.

"Excuse me?" Lexa sounds oh so very confused, and Clarke can't really blame her, she feels as though she's gone over three diferent character in all of the past two minutes. She keeps going anyways.

"Y'know? As sexual as this things are, they're actually as effective as real ones"

Lexa doesn't move as Clarke stalks over to her, all she does is forgo her bra as she buttons up her shirt. "You aren't a cop"

"How could you know that?" She stops only a few feet away from the brunette.

"Because I always do my research before bringing people home"

"Well you didn't do it well enough"

"You wouldn't be handcuffing me, with my own cuffs -sexual ones, no less- if you were. You'd also be reading me my rights" Lexa crossed her arms under her chest and raised an unimpressed eyebrow at Clarke.

"That I'm not a cop doesn't mean you succeed in you research" She sighs, opening the cuffs "I can't let you rob The Ark, Lexa"

"You don't have the means to stop me-"

"I do. And most importantly, i have the means to rob it myself"