#this isn't a reference to anything in particular

[valleydolli]

౨ৎ The Wolf of Wall Street ౨ৎ

Summary: You have it all. Birkins, Louboutins, Chanel, you name it, you’ve got it! You're probably the luckiest girl in the world. You fly first class, have a personal driver, a personal chef, a private jet. There isn't anything in this world that you don't have. All thanks to your crook husband. The Wolf of Wall Street.

CW: Minors DNI, Smut, Reader and Sukuna refer to themselves as “Daddy and Mommy” (It’s in the film.) Obviously this fic is inspired by the wolf of wall street movie!

WC:3.4k

Authors Note: erm errr hi, i hope i did well for the ones that were excited for this but if i didn’t you can slap me. please.

It’s as if the lights in the club only shone upon you once you walked in: your Hervé Legér dress and your Louboutins to match. You’re drop-dead gorgeous. A renowned supermodel. Everyone wants to either be you or be with you. 

No in between. 

You’ve arrived at the club hosting your after-party for one of your modelling shows, and of course, all eyes are on you. You were the star of the show. The muse. From across the room, your friend notices a particular man staring holes into you. “Oh my God, look up there. Don’t be obvious,” she points out. “He wants you, mhm. You think he’ll come over?” She questions. 

You flip your hair, looking over at where she’s pointing to and tilt your head in confusion. “Who is he?” You ask, sipping your drink, staring back at him. 

Your friend's head nearly snaps off her neck. “You don't know him? Sukuna? Sukuna Ryomen?” Your friend is practically frantic. You roll your eyes at her. “Well, obviously, if I did, I would overreact just as much as you.”

“He’s like a reallly stinkin’ rich playboy,” she slurs. He’s… okay— No, you’re lying to yourself, this guy is insanely attractive, holy shi– oh my god, he’s walking over. “He’s walking over!” Your friend yells, causing you to choke slightly on your drink. You turn your back on him as if you didn’t see him make it clear to you that he was making his way to you. 

You let the bartender know you need another shot, and as you go to pay for it, a large hand with a black card stuffed between his fingers creeps its way in before you. You turn to see this “Sukuna Ryōmen” up close and personal. He really is a sight for sore eyes. You fully turn your body facing this handsome playboy, waiting for him to start the conversation. 

“You are gorgeous,” Sukuna says as he takes your manicured hand and places a kiss on top of it. A grin forms on your glossy lips.

“You wanna tell me something I don’t know?” He chuckles. He likes your confidence. He leans into your ear and whispers to you. “I have a Maserati waiting outside. How about I take you out for a ride, hmm?” 

“I think I like that idea.” 

You really liked that idea. 

“Mmm fuck,” you whimper into Sukunas ear as you ride him in said Maserati. Your arms are wrapped around his neck as you take his 9 inch dick in and out of your pussy. You’ve been riding him for an hour now, and it is very clear that you're already addicted. 

“You’re doing so good, baby, hmm? You have me, I'm all yours.” He moans while gripping your waist. It’s as if you’re both scared the other is going to slip away. 

“Ride me faster, gorgeous.” You oblige instantly, quicken your pace. Your thighs are burning so good. You don’t want to stop. “P-please S’kuna. It’s so go— od. It’s so good,” you sob. His dick is hitting all the right places, constantly. 

You feel your stomach tighten. You’re going to cum for the third—no fourth time? You really can’t remember.

There’s already a thick messy ring of your cum around the base of him from the other nth amount of times the two of you came. He’s definitely going to need to get his slacks dry cleaned after this.

“I’m cumming.” You say dazedly. 

“Look at me. Look at me when you cum.” Sukuna demands, as he grabs your cheeks, forcing you to stare at him. You’re a mess but you make it look so fucking sexy. 

He starts to plough his hips into you. Roughly. The sound of your ass slapping onto his thick thighs was like a symphony. 

“Yeahhhh, cum with me baby, with me, just me.” He begs. And you deliver, you both cum, groaning into each other's mouths and looking into each other’s eyes. 

Shit. 

“Are you free tomorrow?” He asks you as he catches his breath. 

“Mhm, why?”

“I wanna take you out. Properly.”

He places wet kisses on your chest while waiting for you to say yes. He knows you’ll say yes, so there isn’t a worry in his mind. 

“Okay, you can take me on a date. But I have extremely high expectations, Sukuna.”

“I’d expect nothing less from you. You deserve it.”

—

Sukuna takes you to a Michelin-star restaurant the very next day. Paparazzi outside snapping pictures of you opening the Hermes bag he bought you, after only meeting you twice.

He’s already hooked.

It was all over the magazines within the week. You were becoming some sort of it couple. He took you to parties, you were in his “business meetings,” you were his arm candy, and he was… your ATM. Your ATM, which you were slowly falling for. Though you were starting to wonder how much money your ATM Sukuna had. He was reckless with his money. Not a care in the world. As if it were an endless stream of money. He can’t just be some playboy leeching off his daddy’s money, no way. 

After three months of the two of you dating, he takes you to the South of France, proposing to you. It was a dream. The hot sun gleaming on your skin. A small choir singing ‘Young and Beautiful’ while you walk towards him, waiting for you with a gorgeous rock made specifically for you. The perfect cut, the perfect size. He really thought about this.

About you. 

The wedding was perfect too, he spent months planning it to your standard of course. It was something out of a fairytale. He honestly didn’t care about what he wanted. Just what you, his princess, his duchess, wanted. He was your fairy Godfather. Your prince charming. Your duke. For better or for worse. In sickness and in health. Till death do you part.

—

“Keep your eyes shut baby don’t be nosey.”

Sukuna is about to show you your wedding present… well one of your many wedding presents. You carefully tread in your wedge heels, trusting in your newly wedded husband to guide you to whatever other present he has bought for you. You can hear seagulls flying around you. The smell of the salty sea. What the fuck did he get you? The damn beach?

“Okay… are you ready?”

“Yes, oh my god, you’re edging the fuck out of me right now Kuna.” You’re gently hopping up and down waiting for him to take his hands away from your eyes.

He can feel the apples of your cheeks from how giddy you are. He will die spending his money on you.

Gladly.

“Imma do a count down.”

“Three…”

“Two…”

“One…” He quickly removes his hands from your eyes, waiting for your reaction. You’re speechless. You take many looks between Sukuna and the fucking yacht sitting in front of you right now. With your name on it?!

“Are you for real…?”

“You got me a… fucking yacht? With my name on it?! Oh my God!” You jump into Sukuna’s arms, leaving lipstick marks all over his face.

“Come on, duchess. Let me show you around.”

You cruised the mediterranean sea for two weeks before coming back to your new home, on the upper east side.

—

It took a while for Sukuna to admit to you where his money was really coming from. Honestly, he was shocked you didn’t know who he was. Everyone knew who he was. 

“So, what did you think I did for a living?” 

“My friend said you were some rich playboy. Thought it was all daddy’s money to be honest,” You admit. 

“Da-Daddy’s money?! Are you kidding me? I have an amazing business going!”

“Amazing business my ass, Kuna you’re a crook.”

“No, baby, stop calling me a crook. You don’t get it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, should I call you a scammer? A con artist? a fucking swindler?!” 

Sukuna grabs onto your face, pursing your lips. “I work as a businessman, just say… I’m a businessman. Okay?” 

“You’re a businessman.”

“Good girl!” He places a sloppy kiss on your lips. “Mmphh get off!”

You obviously weren’t the happiest lady finding out about your husband’s true profession, but once he handed you a Himalaya Birkin bag, you couldn’t give a single fuck, what your husband’s job was. 

He was a crook, and you didn’t mind one bit. 

You have it all. Birkins, Louboutins, Chanel, you name it, you’ve got it! You're probably the luckiest girl in the world. You fly first class, have a personal driver, a personal chef, a private jet. There isn't anything in this world that you don't have.

All thanks to your crook husband.

The Wolf of Wall Street.

Sukuna Ryōmen. 

—

It’s been three years since you married Sukuna. You now have the most beautiful, sweetest little girl. Your life is perfect. Up until the past few weeks… Sukuna has been… misbehaving. So much so that the FBI has been on his ass. And he’s acting as if he’s got nothing to worry about. He has everything to worry about. You can’t lose this life of luxury, no way. Yes, the life you had before was luxurious, but it’s nowhere near on par with what you have now. Like, who’s going to hire a crook's wife, this shit cannot go public.

You’re holding a cold glass of water in your hands. Your husband is sleeping peacefully in your shared bed. Snoring like a damn pig.

Fucking imbecile. 

You chuck the cold water in his face. He instantly wakes up, acting as if he’s being drowned. Shooting up, see you standing at his side with a not-so-happy expression. 

“Baby, what the fuck?!” He yells, “What was that for?!”

“Sukuna, I have had it up to here with you. I love you, I do,  but I really love the flow of money we have, and if we lose it, and you go to prison, you’ll lose me too, I’m sorry. I can’t be a prison wife, look at me!”

“Oh, so you’re using me for money? I should have known I couldn’t trust you! All you do is swipe my fucking black card, for shoes and clothes you don’t fucking need.”

“TRUST? SUKUNA, YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE A DAMN CROOK UNTIL A YEAR INTO OUR DAMN MARRIAGE! AND I DO FUCKING NEED THEM THANK YOU!”

“YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN, BUT YOU'RE TOO STUPID TO THINK ON YOUR OWN. A DUMB MODEL WITH NO DAMN BRAIN!”

You gasp dramatically, throwing the rest of the water at him, walking out of your room, leaving him to scream at nothing. 

“YOU KNOW BABY, YOU'VE REALLY GOT ANGER ISSUES, MAYBE YOU SHOULD GO TO THERAPY AND WORK ON THAT YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATH.”

You storm back to him with another full glass of water ready to be poured. You’re not playing around, so he better watch his mouth. And choose his next few words carefully.

“FUCK YOU!”

“Don't you dare, throw that at me. Don’t you fucking dare. Come here, give me a kiss, sugar, you look so beautiful right now.” He puckers his lips, hoping that you’ll do the same. 

“Apologise. NOW.”

He wipes his hands across his face, stretching the skin around his eyes, “Okay, okay, okay, baby, I’m sorry. I am sorry.” He throws his hands up in the air, surrendering to you. “It’s been tough, I’ll be honest, but I’m fixing it. I promise you I’m working on it and it’s under control. So, I don’t need a woman that doesn’t know anything about business, IN MY GODDAMN EAR COMPLAINING.”

Yes, the rest of the water was thrown at your husband, including a broken glass, scattered across the floor. You haven’t slept in the same bed as him since. Of course, he’s been sleeping on the sofa. Do you have guest bedrooms? Yes, plenty, but why the fuck would you let him sleep in them. He tried to, but not only did you lock the doors, you hid all the duvets from him, leaving a little blanket for him in the living room.

He’s lucky it’s the summer right now.

He tries to start conversations with you, but it never really works unless he uses your daughter as a scapegoat.

“Look, it's Mommy. Say hi, mommy.” Sukuna tells your baby girl, picking up her hand, waving it for her. He’s walking into your dressing room holding your baby. You see her tiny hands make grabbing gestures through the mirror, telling you she wants you to carry her. You take her from Sukuna’s arms, kissing her cheek, causing the baby girl to show her gummy smile. While Sukuna is awkwardly standing next to the two of you. 

“What?” You bluntly ask. 

“Can daddy get a kiss too?”

You look him up and down before walking to your daughter's room to place her in her crib. Purposely swaying your hips from side to side, with your pathetic husband trailing behind you, of course. 

“Please?”

You shut the door, placing your hand on your husband's chest, pushing him back into your dressing room. Sitting on your vanity chair, you turn to him, “No, daddy can’t get a kiss, cause he’s been a very, very bad boy, right?” You tilt your head, pulling a pouty face. A pouty face he would personally die for.

Sukuna drops to his knees, picking up your smooth leg, kissing up from the tip of your toes to your thigh before you stop him, grabbing his jaw, whispering against his lips. “I don’t think Daddy should touch Mommy for a very, very long time. And d’you wanna know something else, daddy?”

“What?” He whimpers. 

“Mommy is so sick and tired of wearing panties.” You slowly open your legs slightly, showing Sukuna the surprise under your dress. He gulps nervously, eyeing your bare cunt. “In fact, I threw them allll in the trash.”

“God…”

“What’s wrong, Daddy?” 

He shakes his head, telling you he’s fine, but his body is on fire right now. 

“Nothin’, mommy…” He’s practically drooling onto your thighs. God, you’re amazing. “But, can daddy just have… one touch, please? Just one?” He slowly moves his head closer to your pussy, but you snap your legs shut on his head.

“Umph!”

“I said no touching.”

“God, baby, this is enough to get me off.” You hear him mumble.

“Ugh,” You open your legs, pushing him off you. You're going out with your girlfriends, so he needs to back off. You are still very much so, not over your argument from two weeks ago.

You shove your French-tipped toes into your heels, walking towards the front door. “I’m going out.” 

Sukuna looks you up and down, You’re wearing the skimpiest outfit known to mankind. “Y-you’re um… going out like that?”

You raise a brow.  

“Is that a problem?” 

“Baby…” he places both hands on your arms, gently stroking them. “Baby, of course it’s a problem. You’re practically naked. You want me to go to prison for murder?”

“You're about to go to prison for fraud, Sukuna.” You throw his arms off your body, attempting to slam the front door in his face, but of course, he catches it before you can. 

“Baby, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You wave.

—

Sukuna misses you. He misses his wife. He misses the breakfast you would make him before ”work.” He misses your kisses. The way your pussy would suck in his cock— sorry. He even misses when you yell at him. At least you were talking… in some way. He needs to fix his work troubles; each year, it’s become more and more difficult. But this year they’ve been on his ass more than usual. He feels as though it might be the end of the life he’s been living. 

Goodbye luxury, hello poverty!

Shit.

The next morning, he sends your daughter off with your mother so he can spend some time with you. 

Only you (:p)

You’re asleep right now, so you might go crazy if you find your daughter, not sleeping in her cot, but obviously, he’ll explain. He got his assistant to go on an early shopping run, buying many, many presents for you, you know, money talks. He’s made you breakfast, not the personal chef you guys have, him. Crazy right? Even a path of roses from your bed to the kitchen. He’s gone all out for you. Now he’s just got to wait for you to wake up… or he could just wake you up himself.

He walks into your room, and you’re wide awake. Your head slowly turns to him. Panda eyes, smudged lipstick, the whole lot. You’re scowling at him, and he’s smiling at you. 

“Hi, Duchess,” he says as he carefully treads towards the beast you. “Did you have fun? It looks like you did.” 

“Why are you in here?”

Sukuna tries his utmost best not to roll his eyes at you. He shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath before answering you. 

“I made you breakfast, come, come.”

You don't move.

You’re now both staring at each other, waiting. You’re waiting for him to leave and he’s waiting for you to get the fuck up. 

You lose the staring contest. 

He’s thrown you over his shoulder, bringing you down to the kitchen, plopping you into your seat.

Sukuna spreads his arms wide open, showing you the breakfast he prepared for you, with a grin on his face. It’s all your favourites, you can't even try and be mad at him. A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips, and he notices. He runs around the table, coming to place many sloppy kisses on your face.

“I’m sorry, alright? I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I’ll never forgive myself, but pleaseee forgive me. Please? I miss you.” 

“I miss you, too.” You say quietly, but enough for him to hear.

“I know you do, baby.”

“Ugh, don't be cocky.” 

You spend the whole day with Sukuna. He doesn’t leave your side. He already showered, but got back in the shower just to be next to you and fuck you slowly agaisnt the wall. Telling you how sorry he was for what he said to you. He also fucked you on the bed, the couch, the kitchen, anywhere you could think of, he fucked you there. Let’s just say, your mansion is about to be christened for the second time.

Every time he slid into you, it felt like his first. The squelching sound of your wet cunt fuelled him to fuck you harder and harder. Using you as his personal flesh light. And you love that. It makes your cunt throb, nonstop. You like it when he uses you. He’s breathlessly grunting in your ear, biting down slightly with his canine. “Daddy’s sorry, baby. So fucking sorry. Mmm, I love you Duchess, fuck.”

“Love you t-too, Daddy.”

Sukuna’s hips continued to roughly plough into you back and forth; so roughly, your head was constantly banging against the headboard. “Thank me, baby. Thank daddy for making you feel so fucking good.” You’re completely dazed; in another world. You feel your husband gently slapping your face, trying to bring you back to earth. Your body is limp. All you can feel is the wetness of Sukuna’s thick cock pummelling in and out of your pussy. He really has reduced you to being a flesh light. 

“Dont make me wait, Duchess, you want me to fucking stop?”

You let out a choked sob, “No, please ‘m sorry, so sorry, please don’t stop.”

Sukuna shoves his face right into yours, smooshing your cheeks together, painfully slowing down the perfect pace his hips were fucking into you. “Say. It.”

“Mmm, th-thank you, Daddy, thank you so mm-uh-ch.” A huge grin plants onto Sukuna's face. He likes it when you’re like this. Obedient. Not when you’re throwing glass cups and ignoring his presence. He hates that. It upsets him. Really. His beautiful, amazing, sexy wife, not giving him the time of day? 

Just take his life!

“Goood girlll,” he sighs. “I love you like this baby. A needy little slut that can’t function without my dick, huh?” Your wet walls pulse around him as he teases you, prompting a chuckle out of him. 

“Mm mm, I can’t, I need you so bad.”

He flips over pressing your body into the mattress, sliding back into you, pulling out of you slowly and slamming his cock roughly into your cunt. 

“Missed you so much, missed your pussy so *slam* fucking *slam* much *slam*.”

You can’t help but scream. It hurts so good. The white ring of your wetness and his pre cum circled around the base of Sukuna’s cock. Dripping down onto the heavy balls that were slapping your sensitive clit. He speeds up his thrust again, nudging at your cervix. The louder you moan, the harder he fucks you, you let it get to this point. How could you not let him touch you for so long? This is what it does to a man. Turns him into a damn animal. 

“Daddy, please, I’m gonna cum, I’m onna cum so fucking h-ard— oh god!”

Your eyes roll completely back to the back of your head, as you cum around Sukuna’s thick cock. Your pussy doesn’t stop spasming; it can’t. The sensation you’re feeling is intense and out of this world. You might have to argue with your husband more if this is how he’ll fuck you afterwards. 

Sukuna is seconds behind you, throwing his head back loudly, groaning out, into the air. Hips flush against your ass.

Thick ropes of cum spurt out into your womb. He doesn’t stop cumming, he can’t.  Two weeks of no sex is a long time for the two of you. Usually, you’re at it twice a day. One to wake you up and one to put you to bed. This right here was a world record, so is the fat load he just emptied inside of you. Honestly, he’s secretly hoping that’ll get you pregnant from this.

“Come ‘ere.” 

He pulls your limp self towards him, hugging you tightly. Placing thousands of kisses on the top of your pretty head. 

“We’ll be all right, Duchess, don't worry your pretty little head.”

“We’re set for life. They’ll never catch my ass.”

extra note: i’m sorry if the smuts bad… i dont know ive been finding it difficult to write it. so i’m sorry:( also i wrote an ending where sukuna was gonna go to prison but no. not my man! also i clearly really want sukuna to squish my cheeks… not my ass cheeks. my cheeks -_-

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[windvexer]

Heyyy Chicken! I’m thinking about what you said about success rate with spells depending on whether e.g. Chamomile likes you or not. Surely the way to bypass this is to invoke a deity in the spell work? The spirits aren’t going to say No to Hekate even if they have beef with me, right? I’ve given very little attention to relations with the smaller spirits tbh. I think it’s because having Boss Lady overseeing the magic changes things lol. Do you find that with old Goatfoot as well or does he just leave you to it? Hope you’re having a good week 💚

We're in reference to this!

A god can ply or force a spirit to be compliant to your will, of course.

I do think having a Boss Person overseeing your work changes things. This is done a lot with Goat Daddy and Witch Mom: you evoke them into your space and ask them to oversee and direct the work.

With many common correspondences, they're quite affable. It's hard to get on their bad side. Spirits don't start to dislike you for no reason. Is it likely that any particular practitioner has a handful of common correspondences that secretly just 'don't like them'? I think this is doubtful.

The real question is: is Hekate going to choose you over the spirit?

Here's a hypothetical.

Let's say I wanted to really integrate Chamomile into my practice and make it a major ally. A great way to do this is grow a plant from seed. I paint a terracotta pot with sigils, I prepare expensive soil, and I lovingly dote on seedlings until I transfer one into the magical pot.

I read the Orphic Hymn to the Sun over the Chamomile and ask it to become my benefactor, helper, and friend. I promise it honor and respect it's owed as I welcome it into my inner court. The ritual is beautiful and I receive omens that Chamomile has agreed.

Then a new yarn line is released and I hyperfixate on making a shawl. Four weeks later the Chamomile is dead from neglect. And, not saying how this would go for everyone, but for me in this hypothetical, Chamomile doesn't like me any more.

Chamomile doesn't show up when I call it. It leaves offerings untouched. Even the plant material seems unable to hold energy when I try direct energy work, as if it's a sieve.

In this circumstance, would the Sun step in and command Chamomile to work in my favor regardless of what I've done? Would Hekate look at a witch's broken vow and decide they should face no consequences?

Coming from a very the-spirits-are-family stance: if we hurt them and upset them, shouldn't they have a right to go no-contact with us?

I believe it's more than possible for you to anger or disrespect spirits to such a degree that gods might definitely be on their side, or be unwilling to do the amount of work required to force a spirit to be your helper.

But these are huge relationship blowups that don't happen randomly or secretly. It's like going to an MRI and wondering if you had secret bone surgery with pins you never learned about: it didn't happen without you knowing about it.

In general, does having a Big Boss around tend to smooth things over? Yes, I think definitely so. I think (more headcanon than anything else) that a big part of this isn't "okay spirits, everyone be nice even if you don't like that practitioner, your desires don't really matter right now." I don't think it works that way at all. I think the gods of Witchcraft love and cherish their spirits, and don't automatically value human practitioners over their own spirits.

Rather it's more like, "hey, we all see what this practitioner is trying to do. Don't take advantage of that loophole because you think it's funny, Allspice. Elemental Water, don't refuse to step forward because the invocation was supposed to be Wellspring Guardian and they accidentally said Queen, we all know what they meant."

Would Goat Daddy step in and compel spirits to assist me even if they had beef with me? I suspect that he would as a one-off if I was already in the middle of a situation and I didn't know I had caused offense. "Gets you out of a tight spot" is pretty Devil behavior. But would he continuously encourage or compel spirits to work with me if they didn't like me? I extremely doubt it, unless this furthered his personal agenda.

I believe he would be much more likely to teach me skills to mend relationships or overcome that specific obstacle, and tell me to fix it myself.

It fits my general understanding of witchcraft that most spirits we work with are affable, patient, and forgiving, and that evoking gods of Witchcraft assists in learning witchcraft. I believe a part of learning witchcraft is learning about the spirit world and becoming competent members of that world.

It doesn't fit with my general understanding that if you've caused grievance or offense to a spirit, then the gods of Witchcraft will compel them to assist you and shield you from the reality that there is upset in the first place.

If you're trying to call a spirit to help with a spell and they don't want to because they're upset with you, I think you'd know it whether or not a god is there. So my best bet would be that you aren't running into issues with spirits because no spirits have issues with you. Not because some of them secretly do, but also a god is just keeping them in line.

[salezmanradioz]

Me when I don't like having fun and not letting people enjoy media the way they want to (in a non problematic way) send post

[david-watts]

actually I think about this each week so this isn't a new thought but I think that the current dr who theme is boring as hell. it worked for the star beast because that was banking on the return of essentially the s4 dynamic and was also a continuation of what happened in that series so the s4 theme was fitting but after that it's just. not interesting. like ok I could have accepted it for the other specials because that's still got tennant and tate like in s4 but also it would've added to the feeling of the specials celebrating the entirety of the show if the theme had done homages to other versions. like wild blue yonder having an homage to the tv movie theme and the giggle being based on the original 1963 version since that's what the theme was when the toymaker last appeared in the television show. but for gatwa's series? that's sad to me. why doesn't he get to have a version of the theme that's iconic to his era.

[dnangelic]

-Comes out of nowhere with no warning- I've always been really curious about this, but what would Dark think about a place like Penacony's Dreamscape world?

@guhamun

WOAHHH GUERILLA SHI IN MY INBOX alkadk this one actually isn't too difficult to answer but i will disclaim that i haven't played HSR in such a long time and penacony was around where i started falling off, so my HSR lore might be a bit fuzzy. anyways, that aside, one of the most important manga arcs (imo) is baku's (as in a dream eater baku) and their whole thing is veeeery similar aesthetically to penacony's dreamscape in some regards. dark gets a face full of it by surprise at first meeting and here's his reaction

'no good, it's too tacky, what the hell is this?? it’s pissing me off.'

it's somewhat ironic that the phantom thief who's meant to be part 'magician' in occupation finds the more surrealist/light-hearted 'circus' aesthetic gauche, but it's also completely true to his character; he craves class and mature, sensual elegance, he wants confident, grounded subtlety that seductively catches the eye, and not the sort of harsh, las vegas style neon-noise that penacony's filled up to its corners with. between all of the flashing lights and slot machines, the creepy mascots worshipped everywhere, the talking food and walking billboards, the drunkards puking literal rainbows, everything to him is 'too much' and therefore unbearably annoying. to him, it's all forcefully trying to snatch for attention (which he hates!) and fundamentally feels like it's trying to distract from the uglier parts of the city, which are the sorts of places he knows (that as a criminal!) he's going to have to crawl though and thereby witness the absolute worst of. dark is not a gambler or an easy addict, he's not an escapist, (just an escape artist,) he's not even an unjaded innocent --- which is why it's only daisuke who would look at penacony with oblivious wonder and think it was amazing (at least at first,) just like with baku ^ up there.

anyways, back to dark since this was supposed to be mostly about him. he's always the more suspicious and guarded half, but his senses are still good. there'd be a constant deep nausea and malaise that he couldn't shake off (yet couldn't quite name) inside of the dreamscape. for him, something bad is definitely lurking, and not even the quieter rooftops he'd take refuge upon can dispel that feeling. penacony at its base feels hollow and inverted; dark would be sharp enough to realize that he's pretty much a bird in a fishbowl or a fish in a bird cage, penacony itself being a repurposed prison (and a literal portmanteau of 'penalty colony') iirc. the controlling families within it don't bother him, he deals with people like those all the time and has his own pride as a solo thief, but it's hard for him not to feel something else --- just a drop, of pity, a little hollow and apathetic snideness, for the rest of the people wandering about the dreamscape. the ones who wholeheartedly love it, who gave up their real lives to live in a dream, the ones who don't want to face anything and only want to enjoy themselves, the small avoidances that can so easily turn into deeper problems. to quote his watching everyone during insomnia arc:

'they're gonna live like that forever. i don't know whether that'd be fun or not.' for dark and likewise daisuke, they can always leave a place like penacony as readily as they arrive. the only real 'rule' is that because it's a dream, daisuke's form becomes even more flimsy and 98% of the time he's going to be dark since dark himself is daisuke's dream. dark alone wouldn't want to say any longer than they ever had to in a place like penacony, though--- for him the whole place is just one long eldritch-escher nightmare. it fundamentally offends just about all of his aesthetics and his personal character!!

[existennialmemes]

It's me, OP, once again asking you to respond to the things I actually said, instead of just getting mad at bunch of stuff you made up in your head

[skepticalcatfrog]

I'm not going to lie to you, I personally believe that the worst thing in newer shipping culture is making up ship names that are just two random words stuck together. Like I shouldn't have to do detective work to figure out who you're talking about it's literally so easy to just use their names

[the-ineffable-queer]

I don't see why we don't have that much diverse representation, especially in occult or supernatural genres. And when we do get it, it's typically done in stereotypes.

What if I wanted bisexual vampires that aren't played up to be "extremely slutty." Asexual ghosts, not because they're dead, but because that's who they are. Genderqueer witches because that's who they are, not some bullshit about being "cast from society" or being "different from others."

I want to know of a witch with reverse seasonal affective disorder, struggling to maintain their connection to nature in the summer. A hunter with an anxiety disorder unable to bring themself to confront their enemy. A ghost with separation anxiety, grappling with themself when their roommate moves out.

I want vampires of color— more than one or two. Asian werewolves. Witches from different cultures without racist stereotypes put upon them.

I want to learn of a vampire with hearing loss. A hunter with impaired vision. A werewolf who is mute.

I want to see myself, my friends, acquaintances, and strangers all represented. As main characters and as side characters, not a background character with a one-liner.

I don't want some bull where everything and everyone is far too unrealistically similar. I want to see the real world reflected back to me.

[bodiesoflight]

hey just to let you know op of this post:

https://www.tumblr.com/bodiesoflight/733794261873655808

is an endo and endo safe (just check the tags). i assume you’re anti-endo so just to let you know. if you arent i apologize for bothering you.

[link above]

thanks for letting us know!

[bam-monsterhospital]

women-hate

"yeah i don't like the title 'feminist', i'm not a 'feminist'-"

okay yeah understandable, it's (the movement) failed a lot of women and others, not to mention the word's thrown around without its actual meaning constantly.

"yeah i don't think feeeemalesss are better, I think women are people. so I guess I'm more of a humanist ^u^ "

... oh. oh.

(my brain running a million miles an hour): you don't know what feminism is... -you, you don't know what those terms are- you. you have internalized misogyny don't you?-

you just have no idea what words mean.

[mikittalabs]

yea i could just play all the hardcore action straight like all the movies and have normal character arcs with normal a to b plot threads and normal resolutions but like. i'm really interested in how constantly being stressed makes you a worse person. and this is the blog where i smile evilly about everything that looks like it could be even vaguely angsty.

[homunculus-argument]

Fascinating things that people on Tumblr seem to be unaware of/confused by:

If someone gives advice that's worded as "when no better options are available, [solution] is the best option", it means that doing that particular solution is better than not doing anything. It does not mean that this solution is better than all other options, best choice at all times. All the better options that you can think of that a person should do instead are already implied to be unavailable in the "when no better options are available"-part.

When something is stated in past tense, that implies that this thing is no longer this way at the current moment. "Past tense" means that it happens in the past, which implies that it has stopped happening. If someone says "I thought myself well-educated on the subject", the past tense implies that they are now aware that they were not, in fact, well-educated on the subject. You do not need to tell them this.

A person saying something in passive tense is not stating that they personally do or believe whatever the statement is. Saying "at one point, it was thought", means that there has been, at some point, unnamed other people, who thought this thing, and therefore this has a distinct nuance difference to "I think", which means that the person saying this is also the one thinking it.

The words "common", "most" and "the average" refer to a majority of a population, but not the whole population. That is a different thing than "all" and "everything". If someone says "most dogs have four legs", but you know two dogs who have three legs each, saying so does not disprove the previous person's point, as "most" is a different word than "all". It's a different word that changes what the sentence means.

When someone says a sentence, you should always assume that every word in it is important for the context. If you don't know what a word means, you should look it up to find out what it means, instead of skipping over it and assuming that it isn't important. "Strict and irreconcilable parenting styles are inherently traumatic" means a different thing than "strict parenting styles are inherently traumatic". Adding or removing one word can sometimes change the whole sentence, and you can't just skip the ones that you don't know.

If you are the type of a person who has a hard time understanding concepts like this, and jumps at peoples' throats over things you thought they said, I hope that everyone who fucks you insists on using a condom.

[vvelegrin]

catch me googling 'how to have conversations without crying' lmao. google like, oh difficult conversations? conversations that are too heavy? conversations dealing with emotionally tumultuous subjects that are of a personal nature to you?

no man i just want to have a basic conversation involving the regular amount of both real and perceived tension that is involved in sharing space with anyone ever without immediately cracking like an egg

[moth-fuzz]

I can be such a huge dork ass lesbian sometimes

[ponett]

favorite things from Breaking Bad VR But The AI Is Self-Aware, aside from the obvious stuff like the music, the ending, and walt being haunted by the specter of the breaking bad poster:

in general, the stark difference between the people who clearly know the scenes and the actual lines from the show and the people who either don't know or don't care, and the way wayne has to roll with it and constantly shift between both styles

as one of the youtube comments put it, the way walt's agency is downplayed by the railroading of the plot and the way his most heinous acts (letting jane die, poisoning brock, etc.) are largely skipped over make many moments where characters turn on walt and attack him feel comically unprovoked, which makes it feel like the version of the story walt would tell to make himself look better

mining the giant crystal for meth

the fact that they made "drives an el camino" at least 70% of skinny pete's personality

the sudden extreme yellow filter that appears when they cross over the clearly marked mexico border

the bit where they straight up just play the saul goodman commercial from the show on jesse's tv via youtube, but then someone switches it to the "you're not a real lawyer" scene from better call saul and they're all just so caught off guard that they kinda just start watching the scene. and then they just ignore what chuck is saying about his brother and let the quality of the cinematography alone convince them to hire saul

hank suddenly appearing in the car for a split second when walt, jesse, and saul are driving back from the desert, and to avoid completely derailing the plot wayne just looks down and clutches his head and says "cancer did that"

jesse saying he can do anything walt can do better and playing the breakcore breaking bad theme remix and wayne just goes "damn! damn!" and starts dancing

the fact that there's an extra salamanca cousin to make them triplets for no particular reason

the whole jane subplot isn't depicted so the plane crash above walt's house becomes a complete non sequitur

baaulp referencing the spice curls

they skip over the events of fly, but the map references it by having a giant fly in the superlab, which is labeled with an arrow so you can't miss it

jesse's drug-fueled house party having this playing on loop in the background

the homoerotic moment walt has with one of the salamanca triplets at the party in mexico, and also the one he has later with saul

to sidestep the whole neo-nazi thing in their lighthearted gmod stream they instead give uncle jack a gang of clowns and an evil circus (playing off of the vamanos pest fumigation tents, i assume), clearly labeled Uncle Jack's Evil Circus

since they skip the whole train heist they just have drew sharp show up at vamanos pest looking for some tiddlywinks

everything that happens with huell when walt is trying to explain to saul that hank figured everything out

and, of course, saul being chased off by the undead chuck mcgill

[existennialmemes]

WORDLESS

SCREAMING